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"Found"Written By: Artemis Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are
copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties.
I make no money with this fic. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Alternate reality, angst, romance, hurt/comfort Pairings: 6x2, 3x4 Summary: A conversation in an online chatroom
leads to much more for two enemy pilots.
"Found " 4) (Chat format continues... (XX) = nickname of person chatting, * - denotes descriptive action in chat)
Zechs gaped at the screen for a moment. [Dear God - forward, isn't he? Well, I can handle that.] He smiled, knowing that his body was one thing he knew he had going for him, not that he was in the habit of bragging about his physical condition. As a soldier, he was motivated to be fit, but he'd been gifted with favorable genetics as well. (Platinum6) I'm fit... I'd say I'm in pretty good shape. Zechs snorted again. [Play, what is that? I seem to have forgotten...] But it was true; his military career, begun at the tender age of eleven, had swept aside his teenage years fairly effectively. (Platinum6) Maybe that is part of the change I seek
for myself. Duo scratched behind his ear. [At least I think I can. Maybe this guy's too serious for me.] (Platinum6) I admit... I need to play more. [This guy *is* serious or terribly overworked. He doesn't even know how to relax.] "Whoa," Duo sighed aloud to himself. "That's deep. And I don't have a license to practice." (Platinum6) I know this may sound pretty heavy, but
I'm just being honest. I'm feeling a need to leave that behind. * Platinum6 smiles (BraidBoy) Okay. Well, my life's been a little foggy, too... and my future's unclear... but sitting here chatting is nice. It is relaxing. * BraidBoy scratches head and realizes my hair isn't braided! * Platinum6 imagines large, expressive cobalt blue eyes... and lots of chestnut hair... nice image (BraidBoy) Would it help you to relax more if you helped
me braid my hair? I'd really appreciate it. * BraidBoy opens large cobalt blue eyes wider and shakes out hair. * Platinum6 grins and gathers the fairly dry, silky mass into his hands and separates it into three lengths. * BraidBoy melts into the touch. (Platinum6) I really like long hair... this is so beautiful... Zechs took a deep breath, noticing for the first time that this pretend interaction was actually starting to get him aroused. At least his pants were feeling a bit tight, imagining this guy's ass-length hair. [And I'm certain the reality would be so much more...] (BraidBoy) Thanks. It's a lot of work, but I couldn't
live without it. It's a part of me. "Mmm," Duo moaned, running his hands through his hair, wanting very badly for that touch to be Platinum6's. [Even if he's sensitive about his hands... I still want them.] He'd often thought it would be a very sensual... no, erotic experience to have another man's hands in his hair. Even the few guys that had been interested in him had never made much of his hair. Now, he had finally found a man who appreciated his long hair... but his touch was only virtual. (Platinum6) It makes me stand out, I know... and I regret that, but it makes me *me*. * Platinum6 begins to fold one length over another, braiding the long, chestnut hair... and enjoying it (BraidBoy) Your crowning glory, eh? Waist length, platinum blond. Hmm. Very nice image. Zechs smirked. [Oh, what I'd give to be doing this for real...] (Platinum6) Thank you... you like that, really? * BraidBoy holds head still so that Platinum6 can weave my hair into the long braid. (Platinum6) Nor have I. It is rare in my experience. Zechs chuckled, running fingers idly through his hair. [Right, long hair in OZ. If I wasn't who I am, and know what buttons to push on my boss, I wouldn't get away with it either.] Treize had long ago stopped teasing him about it, accepting finally Zechs's determination to keep it long as a remembrance of his father's own long, platinum hair. * Platinum6 weaves hair, thinking... * BraidBoy leans back, thinking... (Platinum6) Hmmm, yes, *they* do tend to think that. * Platinum6 smiles * BraidBoy chuckles (BraidBoy) Yeah, whatever else. * BraidBoy licks lips in anticipation. [He's anxious to tell me more about himself,] Duo thought with a smile and leaned his face in closer to the computer monitor. [So, it's got to be good.] (Platinum6) Hmmm, I'm six feet tall... you know about the hair and that I'm in good shape... mmmm, better than good, I like to think... I have pale blue eyes, high cheekbones... I'm wearing black jeans and a red silk shirt that's open. That's all. Zechs smirked, looking forward to the response. [I think he's getting interested...] "Come to Poppa!" Duo rejoiced. The image Platinum6 had painted in his mind, coupled with the imaginary hands plaiting his hair, was very arousing. "Mmm," he moaned, reaching his hand down to rub his hard-on through his cut-off jean shorts. [I'd love to let my hands slide over that silk shirt and...] Then he remembered he should be typing. * BraidBoy fans self * Platinum6 finishes weaving hair braid, ties off braid with hair tie (Platinum6) Oh, you like? * Platinum6 smirks (BraidBoy) You sound like a dream. Are you a dream? [Oh, if you're available... please be mine!] Duo thought, crossing his fingers on each hand. [Anyone other than the maniacal hordes that tail after me like sheep...] Zechs thought, then frowned, again shaking off the negative thoughts that plagued him. [That is exactly what I should be shedding in my life, the negative things. Been a soldier too long already and I'm not even twenty...] (BraidBoy) If the reality of you is anything like the image I'm getting... you're probably a lot of people's dream. * BraidBoy chews on end of braid imagining Platinum6 (Platinum6) Hmmm... I hope I don't sound like I'm full
of myself, but I agree. But those currently around me are too interested
in making themselves look good by associating themselves with me.
I don't want to be someone's stepping stone to recognition. Been there...
done that. Duo read the man's words twice. [Someone's stepping stone?] It was quite the puzzle trying to tie all the fragments of information together to create what you hoped was your dream man. Duo snorted at how he thought he'd signed into this chat room looking for diversion... flirtation... a chance to soothe his loneliness, and now was hoping he'd found his dream man. But a dream man with problems... [He must be in a position of power for people to want to use him like that.] (BraidBoy) Ouch. No wonder you feel alone. [I hope he just thinks I'm some poor slob of a businessman who has to deal with toadies every day...] Zechs blew his breath out in exasperation. [It'd be so nice to visit Treize right now and just chew the fat with him, drink very cold iced tea and walk in the rose garden, but he'd laugh at me for making a trip all the way to Luxembourg just to hang with him.] (BraidBoy) I've got one friend. I suppose that's something. I'm on a vacation... not by choice, but that's what I'm calling it. You should join me. * BraidBoy winks (Platinum6) Maybe I should indeed. I do have one good
friend, I guess. Sometimes he can be hard to talk to. And he's straight. * Platinum6 takes a deep breath (Platinum6) Unless I imagined it. Zechs ran a hand over his face, rubbing his chin. [What am I saying? I hardly know him... but there's something so compelling...] (BraidBoy) You do sound a lot like a dream I have... * BraidBoy blushes (Platinum6) Oh, you blush... how lovely. And you can
tell me your silly fantasy. I won't laugh, I promise. * BraidBoy feels warm Zechs felt his throat going dry. [I sound a lot like his dream man? Oh, my God... I dare not get my hopes up, but...] He knew this was just a chat and that he was talking to a total stranger, but there was something so... intimate... about sharing one's sexual fantasies. Of course, that's all they were... right? Surely BraidBoy wasn't interested in anything serious. Duo rubbed his hands on his thighs. [This would be huge if I actually opened up to this guy and told him my sexual fantasies.] (Platinum6) Tell me, Braid... * BraidBoy takes deep, nervous breath. (BraidBoy) I've never told anyone before. * Platinum6 dares to reach behind the other and pull the braid back over his shoulder, just to finger it (Platinum6) I'm listening. * BraidBoy whimpers (Platinum6) I don't mean to be forward... I just thought
you would like me to do this. * Platinum6 whispers gently (Platinum6) Go on... * Platinum6 carefully fingers braid in a light touch, listening (BraidBoy) He's tall. Very tall. He comes to me in my
bed. He sits on the edge and pulls the sheet back, waking me... Zechs closed his eyes as he pictured the romantic images. [Nice... so is he rather short? Who cares... he's letting me play with his braid!] Sighing, he looked at his screen again. [Velvet, mmmm?] Duo shook his head. [Maybe I should quit while I'm ahead. He probably thinks this is weird.] The guys he'd worked with as a Sweeper on an L2 Colony weren't interested in romantic fantasies. They had spoken crudely of sex and often tried to "one-up" each other with stories of wild parties and orgies. Oh, he had laughed with them, to be one of the guys, but he had never made up any of his own stories... it just didn't seem right... to lie. (BraidBoy) There's more... but I don't know if I should... * BraidBoy sits up, relieved. (BraidBoy) Good to know. * Platinum6 takes end of braid and brushes it playfully against the guy's cheek (BraidBoy) Hey, that tickles! * BraidBoy laughs (Platinum6) And I like you. * BraidBoy gulps (BraidBoy) You do? Coz I really like you, too. * Platinum6 winks Zechs chuckled, folding his arms over his chest for a moment. [What a devil. He relaxes me by telling me he likes me and now I'm actually thinking I can tell him *my* fantasies...] It felt good to relax. When had he last? (BraidBoy) Oh, there's more. Much more. * BraidBoy snickers * Platinum6 takes end of braid and brushes own cheek with it... soft Duo sighed dreamily. [Oh, this guy's gonna melt my heart. I seem to have found his soft spot... romance.] (BraidBoy) My tall, very blond guy is dressed... he's
just come home from a late meeting or something. He slips out of his
jacket, kicks off his shoes, and then slowly unbuttons his shirt.
He gets about half way and then my hands are on his shirt... Zechs snorted suddenly, saying out loud to himself, "Pull 'it' out, ha! Shirt, right, the shirt!" But either way it was very tantalizing. [I think I want to jump into that dream... if that could indeed be me...] (BraidBoy) "I want you," he says (that part I remember), and even in the dim light of the room I can see he's already hard for me... * Platinum6 takes end of braid and draws it in a line down the length of his throat [Shit, this is making *me* hard...] Zechs shifted in his chair, palming what was now a decided erection pressing against his pants. * BraidBoy sighs at the thought of his hair touching *him*. Duo rubbed a finger along his lower lip. [I want him to kiss me... I don't know what it is, but I'm desperate for *his* touch.] It hadn't been so long since Duo had been kissed. But the rough groping and sloppy kisses of a Gundam engineer at Professor G's lab wasn't the send off he had been hoping for before his mission. (Platinum6) Is there more? Duo took a deep breath. "If *I* can handle it," he said aloud to himself. * Platinum6 continues to apply the end of the braid across his pecs, across one nipple... * BraidBoy emits soft gasp
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