Title: Of Firelight and Hair
Author: Karina
Rating: PG
Pairing: Duo + Milliardo + Wu Fei
Notes: Challenge 219. Baby Series 4 #115. Takes place after A Simple Thing.
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Extended Length
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: Of Firelight and Hair
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The reflection in the mirrored tray he had leaned against the chair leg allowed him to see that delicate caress from the flowing silver/gold hair to mid shoulder. He felt no tension in the thigh pressed to his side from where he sat between Milliardo's legs. And one day he wanted to sit here and not be at all innocent!
The brush strokes working on his mass of hair were long and measured precisely to work the knots out, with the periodic use of a comb at a particularly stubborn matt. The man had long hair himself and best knew how to handle a mass such as his, and those fingers were supremely confident in their every action.
It was... nice... to sit between the strong thighs and feel the play of muscles as Milliardo shifted position to better accommodate working the long tresses.
Duo subtly shifted the tray, bringing the reflection around a little to study the man's face, hoping to gauge his frame of mind. What he saw was enough to please him, easing his concerns somewhat. There was still a tension in the King, but a few more sips of that excellent brandy and Duo anticipated he should mellow nicely and relax.
It was a wonderfully domestic moment, and the way Chang was working that pale hair Duo considered that he might soon judge Chang could graduate to tackling his own wild mane. It was odd seeing Milliardo as a golden blonde, the higher colour granted by the fire changed his appearance in subtle ways, and Duo much preferred the palest moon silver to this fire burnished gold.
He found himself wondering what Milliardo might be thinking as he worked at the long strands. Hopefully relaxing thoughts, he mused, comforting thoughts far from the distress of his past. The fire turned his own hair into a mass of fiery chestnut, lighter than his natural colour, more shades of red and gold and he rather liked it. Would Milliardo like it? He knew from personal experience that brushing hair could be almost meditative, certainly it could be relaxing.
He hoped that wherever the blonde's thoughts travelled at this moment that it was far from his memories of Treize Khushrenada. He was thankful the King had abandoned the television special so early and sought them out. Duo knew what utter garbage people could be made to believe.
Milliardo grunted softly and crystal blue eyes widened before gently drifting closed and he leaned just a touch closer to Duo. Surprised, not at all disturbed by the closer physical contact, Duo craned his neck around to see what had produced that kind of reaction. Wu Fei had set aside the brush and had shifted his position, placing both hands at either side of the now bowed head, fingers digging deep into tense muscles.
That it was unanticipated, and definitely appreciated, was without doubt. Duo grinned over his shoulder at Chang who looked like a cat who had swallowed a canary. The slender fingers, so deceptively slender, strong, and Duo knew just how strong his grip was, kneaded tense muscles and it was a long few minutes before Milliardo stirred, reaching for another long strand of chestnut hair.
Duo smirked to himself as he watched the mirrored surface, angling the tray to best see what happened behind him. They might not need to apply any more brandy from the look on the King's face.
End
Karina Robertson 2013