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"Semisweet "Written By: Asymphototropic
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam wing. Author: Asymphototropic (attracted toward the
light, but never quite arrives there) Email: asymphototropic@aol.com Rating: G Warnings: none Summary: Pairings: 1+2
" Semisweet " Fourshot. "Who the hell do you think you are?" "Gundam pilot Zero-one." "Yeah? Well, congrats. That and three credits buys you a cup of stale coffee. Where the fuck do you come off, trying to tell me what to do?" "I am not." "The frikk, yer not. Gee tells me you griped to Jay. That sending me on covert assignments was 'inadvisable'. What do you have to say to that? Tell me that's not a direct quote. Who the fuck else in this sorry operation would use such a pantywaist word?" "You are a highly trained pilot, Zero-two. Deathscythe is essential to the Colonies' war effort. You are not skilled in espionage. To risk you in covert ground operations is inadvisable. I stand by my assessment." "Yar? Well, stand by dis, buddy!" Duo waved his clenched fist under Heero's nose. "You cannot take me in a sparring match. I have recently seen you in action, analyzed your skills. Your strength and training are inadequate to succeed. It is strategically valueless to challenge me to a physical confrontation. And my injuring you is unacceptable." Scowling, Yuy turned abruptly away, massaging his sternum. Maxwell's fist gradually drooped to his side. "Well, hell." He turned his attention to a small, grimy window that overlooked a redolent trash dumpster. "I don't need experience in espionage. Ya seen one back alley, yurv seen 'em all." "Hn." "Har. What is this? One downs-manship? My grunt is shorter than yours?" "I'll concede the lengthiness of your monosyllable, if it will end the dispute." Suddenly, Duo snorted, then chuckled. "Yer such a piece of work, Yuy." "Being a piece of work, I am at least utilitarian." Heero groped in his jeans pocket and pulled out some foil wrapped candies, holding them in his outstretched palm until the beam from the naked light bulb in the cracked ceiling glittered on the offering. Maxwell pointedly eyed Heero's pants pocket. "Kept those close to your heart, did ya?" "Take them. I brought them for you." Duo huffed. "I know you did, buddy." He sank onto the mouldery sofa, sending up a small puff of dust that sparkled briefly before expiration. Heero urged the candies into Duo's hand, then settled beside him. Knee encountered thigh, rubbing slightly, warming with the friction. Duo raised his fistful of sweets and nuzzled them. They smelled strongly of chocolate, with a subtle afterglow of Heero Yuy. "Mmmm. Ya know? If they didn't give me anything but mech missions, I'd never get to see you." "There is that," Yuy nodded the reluctant concession. "I'd never get any chocolate. My blood sugar might drop awfully low. I could swoon away, with nobody to catch me. Bump my head, resulting in amnesia. And then I couldn't pilot my gundam. And the war might be lost. Total disaster, and like that." "Have some candy, as a preventative measure," Heero nudged his elbow into Duo's side. He eagerly watched as the Kid stashed the handful in his own trousers, leaving one to unwrap. The crisp, evocative sounds of rustling paper. Then the delectable process of popping the treat between full, pink lips, licking the sticky fingers. The succulent sounds of enjoyment, the aroma of the confection. Duo turned suddenly and kissed Heero on the cheek. It was a shocking encounter. The feel of the boy's arm, strong around his shoulders. The sensation of silky strands of hair, brushing against his face. The intimate contact, briefly tantalizing and gone. Yuy thought his heart had stopped completely, only then to attempt violent, pounding escape from his thoracic cavity. Pressing his hand hard against his own chest to obviate evisceration, he turned to stare at Maxwell. Duo who was a vision. Soft features in a cloud of brandied bangs. Glittering purple eyes, weirdly other worldly. That mouth, sucking hard, as if a teaspoon of hard chocolate could concentrate all the innocent joy of the universe into one pleasant moment. There was no thought, no plan. Hands touched face in a careful contact. Several calming breaths before the caress. Mouth to mouth, receiving oxygen, touching sweetness, borrowing heat. Lips joined exactly together. Heero's against Duo's, gently pressed and then apart. Fingers toyed contentedly with an empty wrapper. Other fingers sought them out, and covered them. Then drifted apart. Offering, acceptance, transfer, treasure. A brightly cheerful moiety. Heero held the abandoned bit of foil and cellophane, wanting to keep it with him. ~ * ~ |
