Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, have any relation to Gundam Wing, have no permission from those who created Gundam Wing to write this. This is purely for fun, to waste time, and to make other people happy reading and to spread the joy of literature to all those poor unenlightened fellow man out there. I am making no profit from this.

Pairings: 1x2x1, side pairing 3x4

Summary: In the world of assassins, everyone knows Heero Yuy's name. And so he is given a seemingly impossible assignment: to track down one Dee Maxwell, and kill him. But then he gets to know an angel named Duo… and life gets really interesting.

Angels and Assassins

Chapter One: In Which the Rating is Justified, and Duo is Extinct

Duo had come to the club to dance off his frustrations for the past few nights, and he hadn't had any plans to talk to anyone, let alone find a partner. But then he'd felt eyes on him, more intense than the other merely lecherous gazes he'd been unhappily bestowed with, and had searched out that gaze to tell the other person to fuck off.

He hadn't expected the absolutely gorgeous man that the gaze belonged to, sitting up by the bar like some god overseeing his mortals. He hadn't expected the overwhelming rush of attraction that made him tease the other man, wanting him to react. And react he had; when he'd licked his lips Duo had almost groaned out loud.

When the bartender caused the man to look away, the sudden loss that Duo felt had him moving towards the stairs as fast as he could, knowing that he would never be satisfied until he saw the other man up close, until he touched him and held up. And up close, the man – Heero – was so much more alluring. That smirk made him look hot, and those eyes, and that kiss, and the one after that… but it was when he'd smiled that Duo knew he was lost. He knew he should have lied about his name, he'd always been careful – but he couldn't lie to those dark eyes. He wanted Heero, badly, and not only for his body, either.

So now, slipping his hand underneath Heero's figure-hugging turtleneck and running his fingers over the smooth, hot skin, he offered Heero a hopeful smile. "Do you want to go to the Corner and make use of one of their armchairs?" The room, an extension of the club, was reserved for couples who wanted to simply chat and get to know each other better. Since it was public, anything above kissing and petting wasn't allowed.

Heero nodded. Duo stood back to let him stand, which he did in one smooth movement and Duo marvelled at the grace he had. He picked up his glass of wine and gave Duo a small smile. "Shall we?"

Duo grinned, and pressed himself to Heero's side, slipping an arm around the other man's waist. He was surprised, but glad when Heero transferred the glass to his other hand and put his own arm around Duo's waist, and the two, talking in low voices, made their way to the large, comfy armchairs scattered around the small room behind the glass door in the corner.

"I'm American, but travelled around as a kid – still do, now."

"I'm Japanese, born in Japan but raised since three in America…"

They found a chair, and Heero set the wine down on the small table next to it before settling into the soft seat, tugging Duo down sideways on his lap. They arranged themselves so that Duo's weight was not all on Heero's legs, yet they were as close as it was possible to be. Duo snuggled against Heero, resting his head on a shoulder; Heero wrapped possessive arms around Duo.

By unspoken agreement they didn't mention anything to do with their current lives, but they did talk about everything else. What they loved, liked, disliked, and absolutely loathed; where they had gone and what they wanted to do; things that they had never thought of revealing to anyone else before came tumbling out, and it felt all too natural. Heero ran his fingers through Duo's hair and confided how much he liked the silky strands; Duo kept his hands warm against the skin of Heero's stomach and promised never to cut it short. They kissed and caressed each other, not going too far but wanting to, so badly, and yet not: they liked the peace of it, the quiet powerful intimacy that they shared in this darkened room, filled with murmurs and whispers.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Duo invited Heero to dance. They rose to their feet, a little regretful, but anticipating the heat of dancing against each other, music pounding with their hearts. Hand in hand they left the room and descended to the dance floor, feeling as if they had known each other all their lives.

They were at the edge of the crowd when a voice yelled, "Dodo! Where the hell have you been?"

Heero blinked and looked around in some confusion. "Dodo? What poor soul…" Then he realized Duo was grimacing.

"That would be me."

"Dodo?" Heero repeated incredulously.

"Didn't I tell you she comes up with the most awful nicknames?" Duo groused.

"Ah, your housemate Hilde," Heero said in understanding. He looked around, and spied the girl he'd seen dancing with Duo before – spiky blue hair and clothes that should be outlawed, being almost non-existent. His jaw dropped in a vague sort of horror before he remembered to close it; it was impolite.

Hilde stopped in front of them and glared at Duo. "You idiot, you left me alone to get mobbed by all those men!"

"Isn't that what you wanted?" Duo demanded, glowering. "Anyway, I was busy."

"Hello," Heero said with an attempt at a smile as Hilde's attention shifted to him. "I'm Heero, and you must be Duo's friend Hilde."

The girl looked at Heero, then at Duo, then back to Heero and then slowly smiled, staring blatantly at him. "My, my, you have been busy, Duo. Having fun, it seems." She sidled closer to the Japanese man, licking her lips as she stared hungrily at him. Heero slowly backed away. He'd never been able to deal with this kind of woman outside the job, where he could just maim them and be done with it... frankly, they scared him a little.

Duo let go of Heero's hand and stepped between them, holding up a hand in front of him and glaring in mock-anger at Hilde. "Down, girl! Drop the nymph act, I like him, okay?"

Hilde pouted. "Duo, you never know. I'll check him out for you first, how 'bout that? I'll make sure to check him… very… throroughly."

"Hilde?"

"Yes, Duo?"

"He's mine."

Heero blinked, the pure territoriality in Duo's voice making heat shiver deliciously through him. Duo turned to wrap himself around Heero, pressing tightly to him and turning his head to rest on Heero's shoulder, nuzzling his neck. "Mine," the American purred, one hand sliding again under Heero's turtleneck, the other sliding over Heero's ass, and Heero suddenly wanted to trap him against the wall and make hot, fiery love to him right there in the middle of the club.

Hilde threw up her hands. "Fine, be that way," she grumbled. "Just don't expect me to let you in the house tonight." She stalked away, so that only Heero heard Duo's muttered, "But I'm not planning on going back tonight."

She did look back, though, at the cut-off yelp behind her, just in time to see Heero shoving Duo against the wall and kissing him, hard, and Duo wrapping his arms around Heero's neck and his legs around Heero's waist. She sighed, then smiled to herself as she melted back into the crowd. Duo deserved someone, and it looked like Heero would be that someone. She hoped.

Duo and Heero had already forgotten about Hilde. "I want you, want you so bad," Duo panted between kisses, their moans mingling.

How did I end up like this? Heero wondered hazily. I'm not supposed to be so involved…I have to start my next assignment tomorrow…if I let this go on I'll never be able to let him go… and… ohhh, god, what is he doing

Duo had tightened his legs, bringing their hips into even closer contact (though how this was possible, he had no idea), and was rubbing against Heero. "Can we go to your place?" the long-haired man purred in his ear.

I can't… I have to find and kill someone tomorrow… I can't let Duo…

Duo, sensing his hesitation, let his legs drop to the floor, and before Heero could react he reversed their positions, pushing the Japanese man against the wall and kissing him as he ground against him, running his hands along Heero's body. He was good at this, and knew that this balance of pressure and pleasure would drive any hesitation – hell, any logic – straight out of the other man's mind and into a cement wall. He looked up into Heero's eyes, invitation and pleading clear.

Heero groaned, surrendering, and gathered Duo in his arms, delivering one last scorching kiss before twining his fingers with Duo's and pulling the long-haired man after him. Duo kept up with him, laughing breathlessly, and hearing him Heero knew that there was no escape, after tonight.

He welcomed that fate with open arms.

And because they were both too caught up in each other, neither of them noticed the cold pair of green eyes watching them go.

Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you.

To everyone who told me that even though I am a moron they still love me and don't mind the story anyway, thank you.

Enjoy the sheer mindlessness of this, then.

Ashen Skies
"Dodo? What poor soul…"