The was a challenge that was never fulfilled, reworked, and that I intend to finish. All I wish for is luck and a peaceful summer.
Title: Domestic
Author: Ileana A. (babygray)
Main Pairing: Duo/Heero
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine. This is pure jest.
Notes: This is a 26-part story, made up of noisefics/drabbles/whatever. It's not chonological, but don't worry too much about that. Reworked, but rough and un-beta'ed.
--Domestic--
The carpet was laid out that morning. The man who did it, someone recommended by one of Heero's co-workers, charged a bit more than they had expected, but the man had done his job well. Day by day, the cool, dark house felt more like a home than it had only a year and a half ago.
At the moment, Heero was relishing the feeling of contentment, sitting on the new carpet with his back resting against the cold, recently-painted off-white wall. Duo, sprawled out on the floor, his fingers lazily taking in the feeling of the newly-laid carpet, was resting his head on Heero's lap. Absentmindedly, Heero ran his hand through Duo's bangs.
"Remember what I said when we first bought this house?" Duo said in a nostalgic voice, his eyes half-opened as he looked up at the ceiling.
"Not really," Heero replied quietly. "I was probably too busy cursing everyone who fucked me in the ass at the time."
"Including me?" Duo shifted his view to Heero, eyes full of mock innocence.
Heero glared, but the faint smile that was also on his face made the whole expression look more bemused than angry.
"Well," Duo continued, turning his eyes back to the ceiling, "when we first saw this place, all I could think of was how disgusting this place was going to be inside."
"Oh, yes," he said. According to the man they had bought the building from, the old minister from the revivalist church around the corner, no one had lived in the building for only a couple of decades. When they were given their initial tour of the abandoned house, however, a more accurate assessment would have declared the place unused for i>at least /I> a half-century. But, it was cheap, and it was a good feeling, having a place they can honestly call their own. "Remember the rat droppings?"
The sour, disgusted look on Duo's face was enough to loosen a chuckle out of Heero. "Yeah, I remember," Duo said, starting to look crossed. "And it wasn't funny, Heero."
"Of course not." He didn't feel bad reminding Duo of the incident, honestly. It wasn't often that either of them end up covered in fecal matter. It had happened after lightly tapping the weak floorings that first day after buying the house, and Duo's reaction had involved a lot of stomping and cursing, which had caused more rat droppings to fall on him.
Duo's expression grew a bit mischievous. "That nest of cockroaches you accidently discovered, on the other hand... "
Heero frowned, subconsciously shuddering at the memory. The only good thing about those cockroaches was that they couldn't fly. If they had, not even Duo could have convinced him buying the place, much less willingly enter the house again, was a good idea.
Duo's hand was on Heero's knee, soothing as it stroked small circles against the covered skin, and odd counterpoint to the sly grin on his face. "Well, disgusting vermin aside, it never occurred to me how big this place is." He let out a sigh and regained a calm expression."Oh?" Heero's fingers began to play with Duo's hair again.
"Yeah... I mean, four bedrooms? Even with Odin taking one of them, that still leaves a lot of room. What are we going to do with all this space, Heero?"
Heero just shrugged at the question, a light smile on his lips. A glimmer of an old dream came to him, an old wish that the extra rooms made a little more possible. "You never know. We may need it one day."