Title: Walking the Road
Author: Karina
Rating: PG
Pairing: Duo
Notes: Challenge 213. Baby Series 4 #97. Takes place following My Kind of Life.
Spoilers: None
Warnings:
Many thanks to ShenLong Deb for her work betaing this set of fics.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine.
Title: Walking the Road
I don't know where the road's leading me, but that's okay. I know where I'd like it to take me, but I ain't intending to blow up any buildings or murder hundreds of people to get me there. This is life, real life, not war. War is a nightmare and I've had enough of nightmares.
I want to walk a more peaceful road now. One foot in front of the other, sometimes with my eyes closed, sometimes with eyes wide open. Lots of hills to climb, lots of forests to walk through. Lots of meadows to roll in and I might even pick a daisy or three. Heh. What are you doing, Maxwell? Waxing lyrical?
I'm no poet. If anyone would fill that role, it would probably be Chang, though Zechsy sure as shit can turn a nice phrase. And his voice... God, I love that low rumble with the distinctive flaw that makes it unmistakable.
Looking at them, together, Chang brushing out that pale hair... Damn, that's a fine sight. They're out of my league.
Hell no, they are not! He did not believe in conforming to the conventions of society. Just because you were born in a palace did not make you better than the child born in the gutter. His gutter days were a long time in the past, though he still recalled them quite well, thank you. He knew where he had come from and he knew where he was going... Forward.
Deeper into the adventure that was life.
And he definitely wanted that adventure to include the men he was watching.
'I'm half way there.'
Maybe not quite half way, though he had certainly had some wonderful lip locking sessions and tonsil exploration with Chang. Now he needed to make up ground with that sex on legs blonde. Damn, they were fine to look at. He'd come a long way, succeeded in getting Chang to respond to him and he was making progress with Zechs. That one would be harder to win over, of course. He had a history when it came to love and he was a lot of man to love.
They were points on the road of life he was following. He wanted those two particular points to be a part of his road for the length of it. Chang had attracted him for a long time, Zechs more recently, but for some reason the two seemed intertwined. If he succeeded, they would not be merely points on his road, but companions to walk it with, right to the end.
He might face the world from a warped viewpoint, he might stand on his head and thumb his nose at convention periodically, he might run and hide occasionally, but he was young and he was free to do so.
And it was a wonderfully relaxing moment in front of the fire with the people who meant the most to him. What more could he ask, for now?
End
Karina Robertson 2013