Warning. Boy love. Don't like it, don't read it.
Disclaimer. Gundam Wing isn't mine, it belongs to its' respective owners.
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A simple flick of my wrist can cause a torrent of water to fall, and this motion does just that every morning without fail. Steam rises, curling its damp fingers around my naked form before I take the plunge. I'm ready to wash away my sins, to watch them swirl down the drain. The only problem is they never stay away, no, they return, every single time. And with them, the screams, the tears, the blood... My fist makes contact with the wall, pulling a barely audible grunt from my lips. One moment, the water is harsh, feeling like a thousand hot needles; and the next, it's gentle, caressing my imperfect skin like a lover. Just like...
Sweat, passion-drugged eyes, lust, that beautiful wanton smile that has probably charmed the pants off of the many who precede me. But were they lovers? Or just a quick fuck for a few bucks? And what about me?
I push these thoughts away, willing them to join my sins. My hands take up their daily routine with ease, washing my hair, scrubbing my skin with the vanilla soap that belongs to him, and finally ending the torrent with another simple flick.
My mask is in place; I am once again the Perfect Solider. Absently wrapping a towel around my waist, my feet crossing the tile to the sink... and then my heart stops. He's standing there, his silky hair disheveled, a feverish flush adorning his cheeks. The towel falls, taking my perfection along with it as I drown in those lavender eyes.