The Blizzard
BY CURSED FOR LIFE
Rating: R (yaoi / shonen-ai, language, mature content)
Pairings: 1x2, mention of 3x4
Disclaimer: sighs If only Gundam Wing were mine... It would have gone bankrupt by now T-T
Author's Note: IT LIVES! Yes, I am no longer in the void. Of course, I am currently in the void of the flu, which I have been in for the past TWO WEEKS!!! ARG!!!! It makes me so angry! School's almost over and I'm sick! I've still been going to classes, and exams are coming up very soon, so maybe I'll get some time in the summer to finish this. All the reviews have been amazing! I can't believe how many I got!!!
Thanks to: Feanturo Dindel, Debbie, cyberdistroyer, Annabell Lee, Kitsuyei, Tammelo (even though you don't count 'cause you're my boyfriend :P), Kamui, RrEaDin, Loretta, Lady Phoenix Slytherin, Rooney-and-Atreyu, joker, darkrevenge, Shadowofdragons, emily, SS/Destiny Daae, etherealion, Kaylie, and MonkeyToes! Wow! That's a lot of people to thank! You all helped me see how much I needed to update and how many people are reading! Thank you!
BIG Thanks To: AnimeDuneJediElf, PATTY 40, evilgoddess1990, Hells-angel8, and cyberdistroyer for reviewing more than once! (If I missed anyone, please tell me ;).
A Note To Cyberdistroyer: I needed something random and humorus for the news cast person to say or I would die. The seriousness was killing me. I don't really flush hamsters, don't worry. Anywho, on to the fic! No more delays! I promise... I think... Heh shrug
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that a bunch of these '' means a change in scene or time, I thought they would be useful. ;
Dawn broke early the next morning, shedding light upon the two lovers whom were sleeping soundly even through the snowy blizzard raging outside. A cold rush of air caused the long-haired boy to shiver, pulling the covers tighter around himself. It was then he felt someone pull back and he rolled over, finding himself staring at the slumbering Japanese teen. He blushed when he realized neither of them wore any clothing.
'Oh shit,' Duo thought. 'Did I...? Did we...? Oh shit.' He slowly edged to the side of the bed, wincing at how stiff he was. The long-haired youth slipped off the bed, snatching a robe and heading for a shower. Trying to rake his fingers through his long and scruffy hair, Duo stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. "Even though I look like shit," he smirked at the face looking back at him. "That was the best night I've ever had!"
Duo grinned to himself, pulling open the shower door and stepping inside. He turned on the taps, letting the steamy drops glide down his stiff and tired body with a sigh. He stretched and washed his sore muscles, jumping when he felt a pair of slim but strong arms around his waist.
"No regrets?" the voice of his dark-haired lover purred against his neck.
"No regrets," Duo assured him, leaning eagerly into the touch.
"But we jumped in so fast," Heero argued. "Are you sure?"
Duo frowned, even though Heero couldn't see it. "It sounds like you're the one with regrets."
He felt Heero nuzzle at his neck lovingly. "No, never. I will never have regrets," he said sternly, brushing his hands against Duo's chest and stomach with feather-light caresses.
Duo shivered and moaned under his lover's touch, feeling his muscles twitch and relax. Heero moved one of his hands away from the youth's taunt stomach, the other remaining to massage and caress. The removed hand trailed lightly up Duo's inner thigh, causing him to groan throatily before snatching Heero's hand.
"Ngh... Heero... No," Duo said, pulling Heero's hand away from his groin. Heero looked confused and Duo continued speaking shakily. "I... need to rest. Please?" Duo turned to look at his disappointed lover.
Heero smiled weakly at him. "Okay koi, I will let you rest. Are you sore?"
Duo kissed his forehead lightly. "A little," he admitted ashamedly. "But stiff more than anything else."
"Understandable," Heero nodded, brushing the wet bangs away that clung to Duo's face. Duo smiled at him, holding the other pilot's hand against his cheek. The long-haired boy then walked closer, forcing Heero to take a step back, against the shower wall. "Ya know what Heero?" Duo said slyly, running a hand down Heero's very naked chest. "You ain't got any clothes on."
Heero trembled under the touch. "Same to you my koi..."
OKIES!!! Big scene change here, as to, once again, not get me kicked off of fanfiction, going to be adding site soon, I promise XD
Later on, after the two hormone-frenzied teens finally managed to get dressed and into the kitchen in a slightly civilized manner, they were working on what could only be assumed as a brunch of some sort. It was turning more into a natural disaster than a meal.
"Pass me the flour," Heero stated calmly to Duo, whom, in discovering his lack of ability of cooking anything past toast, had become the other youth's kitchen helper.
Flicking his braid out of the way, Duo lazily brought the flour over. "Are you almost done?" he whined, placing the flour on the counter beside them.
"No," Heero said, sighing when he saw the disappointed look on the long-haired boy's face. "Look, the pancakes will take about twenty minutes longer. Why don't you find something to do?"
"But Heeeeerooooo...." the other whined pathetically. "There's nothing TO do!" 'Other than you...' Duo's mind wandered, producing images enough to make him turn rather red in the face.
Heero mentally smirked. 'He's acting more and more like a puppy every time he whines like that...' He turned to mixing the pancake batter. "Would you like some cheese with that whine?"
The braided teen knew when he was defeated, and sat pouting at the table. Heero ignored him as best he could and continued with the breakfast, hiding the lumps in the batter best he could. Duo, on the other hand, was finding the most entertainment he could, in wiggling his toes. He giggled to himself, causing the darker haired youth to stare at him oddly. Duo merely stuck his tongue out at him and went back to making his toes dance. Heero rolled his eyes, pouring four pancakes onto the hot skillet, watching ready with the flipper.(1)
The silence finally began to get to Duo, and he decided to play 'Twenty Questions' to cure his ailing boredom. "Hey Heero?"
"Hm?" Heero mutter, not looking away from the pancakes as if fearing they would burn.
"Are you gay?" Duo asked openly. Beating around the bush was never something he favored. If he ever wanted to find out, he'd have to ask, take a dive.
"Why do you ask?" Heero answered his question with one of his own. Wonderful, this would get them no where.
"Well, just because we had sex doesn't necessarily mean you're gay... I mean, you could have just been curious, so I was wondering..." Duo trailed off uneasily.
"You were wondering if I was using you as an aid to my curiosity. A guinea pig, so to speak," Heero stated in that hard-ass soldier voice.
Duo cringed at the sheer accuracy of his answer. "Yeah... You got it..." All he heard was the flipper being set down, he couldn't even hear the other youth's feather-light footsteps as he approached. The only thing he did notice, were the firm lips pressed possessively against his own. Silently melting into the kiss, he felt Heero's tongue brush gently across his bottom lip, requesting entrance. Duo willingly gave it to him, feeling Heero's tongue delve into his mouth with such a hunger, such a possessiveness, he moaned into the heated kiss, divulging in a quick and brief tongue war with the other.
Heero broke away, pleased, and licked his lips, though cautious to keep his face only inches away from Duo's. "You are mine. Understand? I want no one else to have you. I will be the one to please you, to make you cry in passion, to make love to you, and to love you. I only hope you can accept me, and perhaps, love me in return."
Each word brushed across Duo's lips, giving the speech all the more meaning and depth. He smiled, tears burning at the corners of his eyes and threatening to fall. But he would not cry, his mother had always told him that men don't cry. He could only nod meagerly in response, holding back choked sobs and grinning like the cat that ate the canary.
Duo was about to reply, when Heero sniffed the air and his eyes widened more than Duo thought humanly possible. "FUCK! THE PANCAKES!"
Munching on the undeniably burnt pancakes, no amount of syrup could hide the charcoal taste, the two pilots fell into yet another uneasy silence. Duo, once again, was the one to break it. Though, not quite with words...
Shoveling another mouthful of the extra crispy pancakes into his mouth, his foot worked on a mind of it's own. Across the floor, up the leg of Heero's chair... The standardized pilot only noticed the mischievous limb as it gently brushed his knee. He looked down to see the white-socked foot in his lap, frozen in the act. Heero looked across the table at his lover, only to see him eating his food as if he was blissfully unaware of his frozen foot. Heero raised a dark eyebrow and went back to eating. That's when the devious foot began to move again. Try as he might, even his perfect soldier training was having difficulty when his inner thigh was being caressed by his lover's foot from under the table, and oh no, the torment didn't stop there. He could manage to keep some self restraint, had the foot stayed at his thigh, but it was never that simple, was it? Duo's toes curling against his manhood through the thin spandex caused him to lose it.
"DAMN IT DUO!" he swore loudly, standing from the table and glaring at the bemused pilot across from him.
Duo, on the other hand, looked at him quizzically. "Heero, dear. Do you keep a gun in your pants?"
Looking confused, Heero stared at him for a moment. Then he remembered he had indeed stuck with tradition that morning, and as he was getting dressed, strapped his gun to his inner thigh. Rather high up, for most people. But then again, Heero Yuy wasn't most people. The dark haired pilot shrugged. "Yes, I do. Is that a problem?"
"Well it may be," Duo grinned cheekily. "Aren't ya ever worried about that thing going off in there? I mean, you might lose a little more than blood."
Heero's eyes narrowed at the other's jokes, though a bemused twinkle could be seen, if you looked close enough. "I keep it on lock you baka."
"Well good!" Duo laughed heartily. "Because sex would become pretty damn awkward if you shot off your -"
Heero sighed and shook his head. "God only knows what I'm going to do with you," he muttered, rolling his eyes at the long-haired boy's childishness and walking out of the kitchen.
"Does it by any chance have to do with sex on the couch?" Duo questioned, following him.
"NO!"
(1) If anyone could inform me on what those things are really called, it would be greatly appreciated.
AN: Whew, tried to make it longer, but I'm still in writer's block. Now my mother says I may have a sinus infection. Wonderful. Anywho, please review! Maybe I'll recover faster, lol. I wish. Review onegai!
BY CURSED FOR LIFE
Rating: R (yaoi / shonen-ai, language, mature content)
Pairings: 1x2, mention of 3x4
Disclaimer: sighs If only Gundam Wing were mine... It would have gone bankrupt by now T-T
Author's Note: IT LIVES! Yes, I am no longer in the void. Of course, I am currently in the void of the flu, which I have been in for the past TWO WEEKS!!! ARG!!!! It makes me so angry! School's almost over and I'm sick! I've still been going to classes, and exams are coming up very soon, so maybe I'll get some time in the summer to finish this. All the reviews have been amazing! I can't believe how many I got!!!
Thanks to: Feanturo Dindel, Debbie, cyberdistroyer, Annabell Lee, Kitsuyei, Tammelo (even though you don't count 'cause you're my boyfriend :P), Kamui, RrEaDin, Loretta, Lady Phoenix Slytherin, Rooney-and-Atreyu, joker, darkrevenge, Shadowofdragons, emily, SS/Destiny Daae, etherealion, Kaylie, and MonkeyToes! Wow! That's a lot of people to thank! You all helped me see how much I needed to update and how many people are reading! Thank you!
BIG Thanks To: AnimeDuneJediElf, PATTY 40, evilgoddess1990, Hells-angel8, and cyberdistroyer for reviewing more than once! (If I missed anyone, please tell me ;).
A Note To Cyberdistroyer: I needed something random and humorus for the news cast person to say or I would die. The seriousness was killing me. I don't really flush hamsters, don't worry. Anywho, on to the fic! No more delays! I promise... I think... Heh shrug
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that a bunch of these '' means a change in scene or time, I thought they would be useful. ;
Dawn broke early the next morning, shedding light upon the two lovers whom were sleeping soundly even through the snowy blizzard raging outside. A cold rush of air caused the long-haired boy to shiver, pulling the covers tighter around himself. It was then he felt someone pull back and he rolled over, finding himself staring at the slumbering Japanese teen. He blushed when he realized neither of them wore any clothing.
'Oh shit,' Duo thought. 'Did I...? Did we...? Oh shit.' He slowly edged to the side of the bed, wincing at how stiff he was. The long-haired youth slipped off the bed, snatching a robe and heading for a shower. Trying to rake his fingers through his long and scruffy hair, Duo stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. "Even though I look like shit," he smirked at the face looking back at him. "That was the best night I've ever had!"
Duo grinned to himself, pulling open the shower door and stepping inside. He turned on the taps, letting the steamy drops glide down his stiff and tired body with a sigh. He stretched and washed his sore muscles, jumping when he felt a pair of slim but strong arms around his waist.
"No regrets?" the voice of his dark-haired lover purred against his neck.
"No regrets," Duo assured him, leaning eagerly into the touch.
"But we jumped in so fast," Heero argued. "Are you sure?"
Duo frowned, even though Heero couldn't see it. "It sounds like you're the one with regrets."
He felt Heero nuzzle at his neck lovingly. "No, never. I will never have regrets," he said sternly, brushing his hands against Duo's chest and stomach with feather-light caresses.
Duo shivered and moaned under his lover's touch, feeling his muscles twitch and relax. Heero moved one of his hands away from the youth's taunt stomach, the other remaining to massage and caress. The removed hand trailed lightly up Duo's inner thigh, causing him to groan throatily before snatching Heero's hand.
"Ngh... Heero... No," Duo said, pulling Heero's hand away from his groin. Heero looked confused and Duo continued speaking shakily. "I... need to rest. Please?" Duo turned to look at his disappointed lover.
Heero smiled weakly at him. "Okay koi, I will let you rest. Are you sore?"
Duo kissed his forehead lightly. "A little," he admitted ashamedly. "But stiff more than anything else."
"Understandable," Heero nodded, brushing the wet bangs away that clung to Duo's face. Duo smiled at him, holding the other pilot's hand against his cheek. The long-haired boy then walked closer, forcing Heero to take a step back, against the shower wall. "Ya know what Heero?" Duo said slyly, running a hand down Heero's very naked chest. "You ain't got any clothes on."
Heero trembled under the touch. "Same to you my koi..."
OKIES!!! Big scene change here, as to, once again, not get me kicked off of fanfiction, going to be adding site soon, I promise XD
Later on, after the two hormone-frenzied teens finally managed to get dressed and into the kitchen in a slightly civilized manner, they were working on what could only be assumed as a brunch of some sort. It was turning more into a natural disaster than a meal.
"Pass me the flour," Heero stated calmly to Duo, whom, in discovering his lack of ability of cooking anything past toast, had become the other youth's kitchen helper.
Flicking his braid out of the way, Duo lazily brought the flour over. "Are you almost done?" he whined, placing the flour on the counter beside them.
"No," Heero said, sighing when he saw the disappointed look on the long-haired boy's face. "Look, the pancakes will take about twenty minutes longer. Why don't you find something to do?"
"But Heeeeerooooo...." the other whined pathetically. "There's nothing TO do!" 'Other than you...' Duo's mind wandered, producing images enough to make him turn rather red in the face.
Heero mentally smirked. 'He's acting more and more like a puppy every time he whines like that...' He turned to mixing the pancake batter. "Would you like some cheese with that whine?"
The braided teen knew when he was defeated, and sat pouting at the table. Heero ignored him as best he could and continued with the breakfast, hiding the lumps in the batter best he could. Duo, on the other hand, was finding the most entertainment he could, in wiggling his toes. He giggled to himself, causing the darker haired youth to stare at him oddly. Duo merely stuck his tongue out at him and went back to making his toes dance. Heero rolled his eyes, pouring four pancakes onto the hot skillet, watching ready with the flipper.(1)
The silence finally began to get to Duo, and he decided to play 'Twenty Questions' to cure his ailing boredom. "Hey Heero?"
"Hm?" Heero mutter, not looking away from the pancakes as if fearing they would burn.
"Are you gay?" Duo asked openly. Beating around the bush was never something he favored. If he ever wanted to find out, he'd have to ask, take a dive.
"Why do you ask?" Heero answered his question with one of his own. Wonderful, this would get them no where.
"Well, just because we had sex doesn't necessarily mean you're gay... I mean, you could have just been curious, so I was wondering..." Duo trailed off uneasily.
"You were wondering if I was using you as an aid to my curiosity. A guinea pig, so to speak," Heero stated in that hard-ass soldier voice.
Duo cringed at the sheer accuracy of his answer. "Yeah... You got it..." All he heard was the flipper being set down, he couldn't even hear the other youth's feather-light footsteps as he approached. The only thing he did notice, were the firm lips pressed possessively against his own. Silently melting into the kiss, he felt Heero's tongue brush gently across his bottom lip, requesting entrance. Duo willingly gave it to him, feeling Heero's tongue delve into his mouth with such a hunger, such a possessiveness, he moaned into the heated kiss, divulging in a quick and brief tongue war with the other.
Heero broke away, pleased, and licked his lips, though cautious to keep his face only inches away from Duo's. "You are mine. Understand? I want no one else to have you. I will be the one to please you, to make you cry in passion, to make love to you, and to love you. I only hope you can accept me, and perhaps, love me in return."
Each word brushed across Duo's lips, giving the speech all the more meaning and depth. He smiled, tears burning at the corners of his eyes and threatening to fall. But he would not cry, his mother had always told him that men don't cry. He could only nod meagerly in response, holding back choked sobs and grinning like the cat that ate the canary.
Duo was about to reply, when Heero sniffed the air and his eyes widened more than Duo thought humanly possible. "FUCK! THE PANCAKES!"
Munching on the undeniably burnt pancakes, no amount of syrup could hide the charcoal taste, the two pilots fell into yet another uneasy silence. Duo, once again, was the one to break it. Though, not quite with words...
Shoveling another mouthful of the extra crispy pancakes into his mouth, his foot worked on a mind of it's own. Across the floor, up the leg of Heero's chair... The standardized pilot only noticed the mischievous limb as it gently brushed his knee. He looked down to see the white-socked foot in his lap, frozen in the act. Heero looked across the table at his lover, only to see him eating his food as if he was blissfully unaware of his frozen foot. Heero raised a dark eyebrow and went back to eating. That's when the devious foot began to move again. Try as he might, even his perfect soldier training was having difficulty when his inner thigh was being caressed by his lover's foot from under the table, and oh no, the torment didn't stop there. He could manage to keep some self restraint, had the foot stayed at his thigh, but it was never that simple, was it? Duo's toes curling against his manhood through the thin spandex caused him to lose it.
"DAMN IT DUO!" he swore loudly, standing from the table and glaring at the bemused pilot across from him.
Duo, on the other hand, looked at him quizzically. "Heero, dear. Do you keep a gun in your pants?"
Looking confused, Heero stared at him for a moment. Then he remembered he had indeed stuck with tradition that morning, and as he was getting dressed, strapped his gun to his inner thigh. Rather high up, for most people. But then again, Heero Yuy wasn't most people. The dark haired pilot shrugged. "Yes, I do. Is that a problem?"
"Well it may be," Duo grinned cheekily. "Aren't ya ever worried about that thing going off in there? I mean, you might lose a little more than blood."
Heero's eyes narrowed at the other's jokes, though a bemused twinkle could be seen, if you looked close enough. "I keep it on lock you baka."
"Well good!" Duo laughed heartily. "Because sex would become pretty damn awkward if you shot off your -"
Heero sighed and shook his head. "God only knows what I'm going to do with you," he muttered, rolling his eyes at the long-haired boy's childishness and walking out of the kitchen.
"Does it by any chance have to do with sex on the couch?" Duo questioned, following him.
"NO!"
(1) If anyone could inform me on what those things are really called, it would be greatly appreciated.
AN: Whew, tried to make it longer, but I'm still in writer's block. Now my mother says I may have a sinus infection. Wonderful. Anywho, please review! Maybe I'll recover faster, lol. I wish. Review onegai!