Gundam Wing shounen ai fanfiction by Tan
This is an attempt at humor; I haven't done humor in a long time, if I can say that I ever have. ::shrug:: . Humor and sap!
Warnings: shounen ai (1x2, 3x4, 5x13, with no special connotations on who's on top), loose rating of R. Sap, odd humor (very odd), Duo's P.O.V., sinister Quatre, worldly Wufei. And this is one of those 'school' fics, where they're all at the same school, yadda yadda, non-timeline, but we can pretend can't we?
Disclaimers:: I don't own Gundam Wing or any characters within.
Note: Written after my bout of psychotic humor, so it's probably in a different style, and a lot less funny. ;
Revised, Completed 10/04
All I Wanted Was A Kiss
PART 11"Shut the door."
I froze. Shut the-- what the hell?? Heero was quiet after his command, but I had yet to respond. I almost panicked, almost... but the image of my kiss, my kiss, his lips...
I have to do this. I steeled my jaw. I have to, for the sake of Quatre, for the sake of humanity, my sanity, for Wufei and the surprise I left on his pillow-- the shaving cream --
Now.
My legs were unsteady as I staggered forward, but they gained strength; I knew adrenaline would fuel me in my flight, would drive me in pursuit of safety after I savored that one blissful moment...
"Shut the do--"
SMOOCH
That's exactly what it sounded like. My face squashed into his, my lips planted themselves over his mouth, and I gasped so this weird pocket of air formed and kind of squished... It was weird. But nice. I closed my eyes and sighed...
This is nice, I repeated. Yeah. It's nice.
Alarm! Alarm! Warning, danger Duo Maxwell, danger! I frowned. What's with all the flashing lights and sirens in my head?
I broke away from Heero to breathe, and then... then... it hit me...
No, he hadn't planted his fist in the middle of my face (yet)-- I kissed him. I finally kissed--
Two warm, strong hands planted themselves on the sides of my neck, fingers circling and tightening gently. I blinked. Heero was standing in front of me, eyes wide and focused, hands in a firm grasp around my neck. One thought was predominant:
Ha! I'm not dead yet!
Okay, that one was gallivanting around in my head too, but the less hysterical, more resigned to dying thought was the most important. I'd lived a good life, I had found friends, fought and won countless battles... I hope all your dreams come true, Quatre... What I really meant: 'I wonder which tricks Quatre is using on Trowa..." He took really detailed notes...
My mind, having run away with me, didn't take note of Hero's grip on my throat tightening, or the sudden change in his posture. He leaned closer, eyes dilating as he neared and his lips parting... Suddenly, I couldn't breathe--
No, Heero didn't choke me to death. And his hands were busy pressing against my jugular, so he didn't punch me in the stomach or the face. He didn't say anything, either.
He kissed me.
His mouth didn't make that squelching noise like mine, and there wasn't as much saliva either, but it was okay...
Who the hell am I kidding?? It was great! All that hard work, studying, stalking, pining-- all worth it! I knew I'd come through the whole time. I did. Really. Never doubted myself a minute.
We've tried to thank Wufei and Treize; they won't answer the door, though... Quatre and I only hear random thumps, squeaks and rumbling laughter coming from his room-- and believe me, we've listened! Sometimes Trowa and Heero come along, and we camp out with some popcorn and soda. And we kiss, of course. It's nice.
... To think; all I wanted was one, simple little kiss.
Thank you for reading! :D Hope it was at least slightly amusing , as well as being cliché, predictable, and out of character! yay! Really; thanks for reading! :D