The Blizzard
BY CURSED FOR LIFE
Rating: R (yaoi / shonen-ai, language, mature content)
Pairings: 1x2, mention of 3x4
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, there? Happy?
Author's Note: Sorry it took so damn long to update. Number one, I was ALMOST done the chapter, when I feel into the pits of writer's block. Number two, homework overload. Number three, my mom is in Mexico for two weeks, and my dad, who has an issue with me being on the computer for more than two minutes, is staying with us. Number four, someone in my school was murdered in a homicide/suicide case this past weekend, it's pretty hard right now. So I may have a delay in updates. Thank you.
Duo watched as the popcorn bag rotated round and round in the microwave. Snatching the chocolate sauce, two bowls, and the steaming bag of popcorn, he carried them awkwardly into the living room. Heero was setting down two tall glasses of soda, on coasters of course, as the opening credits of the movie scrolled by. Heero took the bowls from the teen juggling them, and set them on the table. Duo set down the rest of his cargo and then settled onto the couch to watch the gory horror flick he had picked out. The American turned up the volume on the TV, trying to tune out the wind-whipping storm outside.
Heero eyed the chocolate sauce warily, raising an eyebrow. "Why on Earth is the chocolate sauce out?"
"I've never done this before?!" Duo grinned, pouring chocolate sauce into one of the bowls. The next thing he did grossed Heero out to no limit. The braided teen stuck him hand into the gooey sauce, then shoving it into the popcorn and eating off each individual piece. "Try it!" he prompted the disgusted pilot next to him. Heero dipped one piece in the sauce, ate it quickly and grimaced. Duo laughed at him, receiving a light punch in the arm. A shrill scream emitting from their nearly abandoned movie quickly drew them out of their eating habits to continue watching.
About halfway through the movie Duo had consumed about half the junk food in the house. Heero, who had barely eaten anything, had his chocolate bar sitting on the table in front of him. The long-haired boy licked him lips, greedily eyeing the unattended chocolate. In one swift movement, he had unwrapped the chocolate bar and stuffed it into his mouth, a now chocolate-less youth glaring at him.
"I was going to eat that you know," Heero glared sternfully, though a small hint of humor shone in his eyes.
"Sure you were," Duo mumbled though a mouthful of chocolate. "If you wan' it so ba', co' get it!" Duo joked.
The perfect pilot shrugged. "Fine by me," he smirked, snatching Duo's braid and pulling the pilot's face close to his own. The timid brown haired american attempted to move away nervously, only to find Heero's grip on his braid would allow him to do no such thing. Duo gulped, watching the youth across from him capture his lips hungrily, inhaling the musky scent and melting entirely. The braided teen felt Heero shift, and began to be pushed to the couch, Heero still hungrily attacking his mouth as he now lay on top of his long-haired lover.
Breaking apart, the couple stared at each other lovingly for a few moments before Duo realized he no longer had the chocolate bar in his mouth. "Okay Mr. Chocolate-stealer," he joked. "You win."
Heero grinned, revealing the re-captured chocolate in his mouth.
After the movie ended, though it was interrupted frequently by brief make-out sessions, the pair was debating on sleeping arrangements for the night. Well, Duo was debating, Heero was insisting on getting a good night's sleep in his own bed. Since he had repaired the heating system, Duo couldn't find any reasons for Heero NOT to sleep in his own bed and gave up his ramblings, stomping off to his own bedroom. Heero sighed deeply, knowing he had upset his comrade, but decided sleeping on it would be the best thing as he walked off to his room. He noticed his blue comforter had already been tossed angrily back onto his bed. He didn't bother changing, crawling sleepily under the blankets. As he pulled them over his shoulders, he could faintly smell Duo's scent. Not well, but with his trained senses, he could smell him. So he drifted off to sleep with the fake belief that Duo was sleeping beside him.
Meanwhile, the afore mentioned youth tossed restlessly, sleep eluding him particularly well this night. He had the distinct gut feeling, the one he always followed in battle, that something bad was going to happen. The wind howling angrily outside his window didn't help the situation much. Duo ignored this feeling, berating himself for being such a worrywart, and hid under the covers, hoping that would help his temporary insomnia.
It did, and the depths of slumber was in the midst of claiming his consciousness, when the sound of wind and breaking glass was heard. "Shit!" Duo swore, flinging the covers off himself and racing down the hall to Heero's room. He swung open the door, taking in the damage all at once. There was snow blowing in through the broken window, a rather large branch on the bedroom floor, glass scattered everywhere. Against a nearby wall, Duo caught sight of the 'perfect pilot', looking more angry then anything else.
"You okay Heero?" Duo asked looking at the teen pressed against the wall. Heero simply nodded. "Come on, let's get out of here. We can clean up the mess when it stops snowing," Duo prompted him, just trying to get the muscle shirt and short clad teen out of the freezing room. Heero walked placidly out into the hall, Duo closing the door quickly, snatching a towel from the hall closet and jamming it under the door to keep the cold from escaping.
When he turned to the stone-faced pilot, he was shocked to see how little emotion, if any, appeared on his face. After concluding that he wasn't bleeding, Duo led the stotic teen to his room, nudging open the warning sign labeled door with a foot. He led Heero over to the bed, allowing him to sit down. Good, nothing seemed wrong. Physically anyway. Duo sat beside him, trying to get some sort of reaction out of the still teen. His breath could hardly be noticed, unless you looked really closely.
"Heero?" Duo whispered, hoping to receive some sort of reaction. He furrowed his brows in worry when he gained not so much as a blink. "Heero? Hee-chan! Come on! At least look at me so I know you're still there!" Duo was becoming more and more frantic with each syllable, setting his hand on Heero's thigh. He almost looked relieved when Heero turned to look at him, but he once again became deeply worried when he saw the agonizing pain in his fellow pilot's prussian eyes. "Heero?"
Heero stared at the worried boy a few minutes longer before breaking into ashamed sobs. "Oh god Duo. I'm so sorry, I just can't keep it up any longer."
Duo looked shocked, but at the same time, he had always thought that even the perfect soldier would break at one point. "Heero, there's no need to hide your feelings off the battlefield!" he argued, placing his hands on the sobbing teen's shoulders and trying to comfort him in any way he could.
"Duo..." Heero mumbled, having stopped shedding his tears. "Could you do me a favor?" he asked, shoving Duo lightly to the mattress and crawling onto him on hands and knees, pinning the braided teen's wrists to the mattress firmly with his hands.
"Uh... Do I really have a choice?" Duo asked nervously, feeling himself sweat at Heero's close proximity.
"Yes," Heero purred, leaning closer to trail a group of butterfly kisses from Duo's jaw line to his collarbone, causing the longhaired youth to shiver and moan in pleasure. "If you don't want this, just say so and I'll stop."
"Gods how I want this," Duo moaned, arching his back to be closer to the teen atop him.
"Then just remember," Heero purred, sliding the braided teen's shirt over his head. "You agreed to this too."
Author's Note: Okay, I'm stopping here. I will not post the NC-17 stuff on fanfiction because I would rather not get kicked off thank you very much. I'll post the site later (when I have it up) so you can finish reading then. Hope you liked this chapter and I'll try to update soon, I hope.
BY CURSED FOR LIFE
Rating: R (yaoi / shonen-ai, language, mature content)
Pairings: 1x2, mention of 3x4
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, there? Happy?
Author's Note: Sorry it took so damn long to update. Number one, I was ALMOST done the chapter, when I feel into the pits of writer's block. Number two, homework overload. Number three, my mom is in Mexico for two weeks, and my dad, who has an issue with me being on the computer for more than two minutes, is staying with us. Number four, someone in my school was murdered in a homicide/suicide case this past weekend, it's pretty hard right now. So I may have a delay in updates. Thank you.
Duo watched as the popcorn bag rotated round and round in the microwave. Snatching the chocolate sauce, two bowls, and the steaming bag of popcorn, he carried them awkwardly into the living room. Heero was setting down two tall glasses of soda, on coasters of course, as the opening credits of the movie scrolled by. Heero took the bowls from the teen juggling them, and set them on the table. Duo set down the rest of his cargo and then settled onto the couch to watch the gory horror flick he had picked out. The American turned up the volume on the TV, trying to tune out the wind-whipping storm outside.
Heero eyed the chocolate sauce warily, raising an eyebrow. "Why on Earth is the chocolate sauce out?"
"I've never done this before?!" Duo grinned, pouring chocolate sauce into one of the bowls. The next thing he did grossed Heero out to no limit. The braided teen stuck him hand into the gooey sauce, then shoving it into the popcorn and eating off each individual piece. "Try it!" he prompted the disgusted pilot next to him. Heero dipped one piece in the sauce, ate it quickly and grimaced. Duo laughed at him, receiving a light punch in the arm. A shrill scream emitting from their nearly abandoned movie quickly drew them out of their eating habits to continue watching.
About halfway through the movie Duo had consumed about half the junk food in the house. Heero, who had barely eaten anything, had his chocolate bar sitting on the table in front of him. The long-haired boy licked him lips, greedily eyeing the unattended chocolate. In one swift movement, he had unwrapped the chocolate bar and stuffed it into his mouth, a now chocolate-less youth glaring at him.
"I was going to eat that you know," Heero glared sternfully, though a small hint of humor shone in his eyes.
"Sure you were," Duo mumbled though a mouthful of chocolate. "If you wan' it so ba', co' get it!" Duo joked.
The perfect pilot shrugged. "Fine by me," he smirked, snatching Duo's braid and pulling the pilot's face close to his own. The timid brown haired american attempted to move away nervously, only to find Heero's grip on his braid would allow him to do no such thing. Duo gulped, watching the youth across from him capture his lips hungrily, inhaling the musky scent and melting entirely. The braided teen felt Heero shift, and began to be pushed to the couch, Heero still hungrily attacking his mouth as he now lay on top of his long-haired lover.
Breaking apart, the couple stared at each other lovingly for a few moments before Duo realized he no longer had the chocolate bar in his mouth. "Okay Mr. Chocolate-stealer," he joked. "You win."
Heero grinned, revealing the re-captured chocolate in his mouth.
After the movie ended, though it was interrupted frequently by brief make-out sessions, the pair was debating on sleeping arrangements for the night. Well, Duo was debating, Heero was insisting on getting a good night's sleep in his own bed. Since he had repaired the heating system, Duo couldn't find any reasons for Heero NOT to sleep in his own bed and gave up his ramblings, stomping off to his own bedroom. Heero sighed deeply, knowing he had upset his comrade, but decided sleeping on it would be the best thing as he walked off to his room. He noticed his blue comforter had already been tossed angrily back onto his bed. He didn't bother changing, crawling sleepily under the blankets. As he pulled them over his shoulders, he could faintly smell Duo's scent. Not well, but with his trained senses, he could smell him. So he drifted off to sleep with the fake belief that Duo was sleeping beside him.
Meanwhile, the afore mentioned youth tossed restlessly, sleep eluding him particularly well this night. He had the distinct gut feeling, the one he always followed in battle, that something bad was going to happen. The wind howling angrily outside his window didn't help the situation much. Duo ignored this feeling, berating himself for being such a worrywart, and hid under the covers, hoping that would help his temporary insomnia.
It did, and the depths of slumber was in the midst of claiming his consciousness, when the sound of wind and breaking glass was heard. "Shit!" Duo swore, flinging the covers off himself and racing down the hall to Heero's room. He swung open the door, taking in the damage all at once. There was snow blowing in through the broken window, a rather large branch on the bedroom floor, glass scattered everywhere. Against a nearby wall, Duo caught sight of the 'perfect pilot', looking more angry then anything else.
"You okay Heero?" Duo asked looking at the teen pressed against the wall. Heero simply nodded. "Come on, let's get out of here. We can clean up the mess when it stops snowing," Duo prompted him, just trying to get the muscle shirt and short clad teen out of the freezing room. Heero walked placidly out into the hall, Duo closing the door quickly, snatching a towel from the hall closet and jamming it under the door to keep the cold from escaping.
When he turned to the stone-faced pilot, he was shocked to see how little emotion, if any, appeared on his face. After concluding that he wasn't bleeding, Duo led the stotic teen to his room, nudging open the warning sign labeled door with a foot. He led Heero over to the bed, allowing him to sit down. Good, nothing seemed wrong. Physically anyway. Duo sat beside him, trying to get some sort of reaction out of the still teen. His breath could hardly be noticed, unless you looked really closely.
"Heero?" Duo whispered, hoping to receive some sort of reaction. He furrowed his brows in worry when he gained not so much as a blink. "Heero? Hee-chan! Come on! At least look at me so I know you're still there!" Duo was becoming more and more frantic with each syllable, setting his hand on Heero's thigh. He almost looked relieved when Heero turned to look at him, but he once again became deeply worried when he saw the agonizing pain in his fellow pilot's prussian eyes. "Heero?"
Heero stared at the worried boy a few minutes longer before breaking into ashamed sobs. "Oh god Duo. I'm so sorry, I just can't keep it up any longer."
Duo looked shocked, but at the same time, he had always thought that even the perfect soldier would break at one point. "Heero, there's no need to hide your feelings off the battlefield!" he argued, placing his hands on the sobbing teen's shoulders and trying to comfort him in any way he could.
"Duo..." Heero mumbled, having stopped shedding his tears. "Could you do me a favor?" he asked, shoving Duo lightly to the mattress and crawling onto him on hands and knees, pinning the braided teen's wrists to the mattress firmly with his hands.
"Uh... Do I really have a choice?" Duo asked nervously, feeling himself sweat at Heero's close proximity.
"Yes," Heero purred, leaning closer to trail a group of butterfly kisses from Duo's jaw line to his collarbone, causing the longhaired youth to shiver and moan in pleasure. "If you don't want this, just say so and I'll stop."
"Gods how I want this," Duo moaned, arching his back to be closer to the teen atop him.
"Then just remember," Heero purred, sliding the braided teen's shirt over his head. "You agreed to this too."
Author's Note: Okay, I'm stopping here. I will not post the NC-17 stuff on fanfiction because I would rather not get kicked off thank you very much. I'll post the site later (when I have it up) so you can finish reading then. Hope you liked this chapter and I'll try to update soon, I hope.