Saving Memories.
Author: Evyl
Disclaimer: No, Gundam Wing doesn't belong to me…I doubt it belongs to anyone on this site so this is pointless…
Genre: Romance, Humour
Pairings: Heero/Duo
Warnings/classifications: shonen ai
P.S. Look, if anyone noticed, I went all exiting and switched around the Disclaimer and Genre….hahahahaha
Enjoy…
Part 5-Burn within and Without.
Their lips came together, at first gently. Heero pushed himself on top of Duo, pressure on the lips increasing. In the kitchen Relena turned on the tap but the sound went unnoticed by the two men as their kiss drew blood.
It didn't matter whose it was, it no longer mattered as Heero pulled up, took Duo's hand and led straight to the bedroom.
There was no point in explaining to anyone the relationship between the two. As far as the public was concerned there was none.
He had told his fiancée that he would be away, in Germany, practising a new stunt. Thank God she hadn't followed him because in truth, he was just a few kilometres away from her, still in London.
His trail of thought was interrupted as Duo walked into the room, fully dressed and ready to go.
'I have to drop off some work and then I'll be back.'
'A few hours?'
Duo smiled and licked his lips.
'Less.'
Heero laughed and rolled off the bed. He had been staying with Duo for about three days and he felt amazing. Refreshed, calm, almost like he was floating in the air. What Duo gave him no one had ever come close to; not Relena, not even adrenalin. Even their first kiss was more exhilarating than the rush from the bike, on the black leather sofa in his living room, Relena in the kitchen and all those feelings of insanity riding his head. Maybe this was what he had been searching for all his life? Of course his life had only consisted of twenty two yea-
No…
He fell back to reality with a crash as he realised that if this was what he wanted then that would make him gay!
He heard the door close as his lover left to his work and suddenly he felt like the only man in the world, loneliness and fear chocking him.
Tears of anger came to his eyes as he caught his reflection in the mirror and all his memories flooded back as sudden as the icy feeling of guilt.
On their second time Duo had run his hand down Heero's back and found that hideous scar that most people had assumed come from an accident with the bike.
It wasn't his only scar and it had nothing to do with his career but everything with him emotions.
He was interrupted by the ringing of the phone.
'Yeah?'-his voice came hollow and weak.
'Hey Yuy, be a dear and check the desk for any lose papers. I had forgotten some while being too busy with you.'
Heero laughed at Duo's imitation of a British accent.
'Yeah, they are.'
He heard Duo swear on the other end.
'Throw them out of the window.'
'But they'd get scattered!'-protested Heero.
'You're right, burn them.'
And the line went dead. He stared at the phone for a few moments and then looked at the papers. There was nothing special about them as he examined them, just some letters and statements bundled together.
He wanted to know everything about Duo, a man who had come into his life tumbling from the sky, right out of the blue.
Duo…
Who was he and where was he from?
A clear deep voice and laughter that seemed to be incomplete, hiding a secret. Sensual eyes and the storms that ran within them, warm expressions and collected calm within every action.
Duo had come to London to look for work but what made him leave his life behind?
Did he have a girlfriend outside of these walls; was there a whole world which Duo lived within that Heero could never touch?
Friends, family, wife, it didn't matter.
To Heero it didn't matter who they were, Duo was…
'Mine…'-he whispered and found his chest hurting, a feeling so foreign burning him.
It didn't feel right or wrong, this feeling, it just was.
Heero, whose impression of the world had always been black and white, was starting to see new shades and colours.
He could smell the heat again, the smouldering sun of Texas from all those years ago, the feeling of waking up with a purpose. The feeling like someone was waiting for him.
It wasn't that boring life when he would wait for Relena's voice to come crashing to him in the morning or the days when he stood in heat as the crowds cheered him on, their faces blending, a wild animal wanting entertainment.
It was a new rush, the kind he couldn't get from drugs or the threat of death.
Something that couldn't even be called love.
He struggled to find it but gave up.
He had given up a long time ago, leaving all those questions unanswered and Duo Maxwell was reopening that wound, blood gushing like a river.
And Heero couldn't stop it anymore; the choice no longer in his hands.
TBC
Ok…good, bad? Long enough?
Suggestions, like 'go die' are welcome as well...well, not really but yeah.
Anyway, this isn't the actual thing I had in mind.
I had already finished the story by the time I started posting it. But unfortunately the original plan crumbled as people wanted longer chapters and well, the original was kind of depressing and silly…
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