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"Mistletoe"Written By: Dentelle_noir Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing AC or the
characters. GW belongs to Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. This
is a work of fiction and written for fun, not profit Rating: PG 13 Warnings: angst, sap, fluff Pairings: 1x2 Summary: leave it to Heero Yuy to take a joke
way too far. " Mistletoe"
He was SO fucking dead. Heero Yuy was going to pay for this for the rest of his guaranteed-to-be-celibate life! Heero wasn’t exactly known for his great comedic timing or romantic prowess (although last year’s blender under the tree did lead to Duo learning how to make home-made lube and no one EVER asking for a daiquiri after that story!). But this year he had decided to play with the ‘treasure hunt’ idea and he had taken it WAY too far. Christmas Eve would always be a special day for them. It was the day of the Eve Wars, when on his way out to save the world (again), Heero had kissed him in the space-shuttle corridor and ran off to save Relena. It was, sort of, an anniversary. Duo had been prepared to roll over, shower his lover with kisses, hand him his present (a little Christmas cheer lingerie!) and have ravishing sex with him all day! But instead of a sexy sleeping Heero in the morning, Duo had rolled over to find a golden-brown Preventer-standard envelope with his name on it. Opening it, he found a clue printed dead center on a full sheet of immaculate white paper: 1 Duo, excited, looked. There was another brown envelope. Inside was 2. You will find the next clue in the blue you don every day. You might want to use those and it hadn’t been hard to figure out that the next slip of paper was folded into the pocket of his favorite pair of jeans, which he threw on as per instruction. The only thing he missed was seeing Heero’s little smirk as he stumped him for a few minutes on the next one. And then the one after that. He was getting excited! After 15. Put on your coat and 16. Look in the cup holder brought him to the car, Duo had figured he was in for the long haul, but was enjoying the challenge. He was then instructed to drive around town like an insane chicken with his head cut off. And still no Heero. At 32. Ask Elizabeth for your morning latte. You’ll probably be needing a boost Duo began to feel a little silly. Elizabeth was the waitress at a Starbucks he had never been to before, but the moment he walked in the door she was all smiles and called him by name. It was a little creepy. Then she gave him the latte (that he never ordered) in a paper cup with 33. Look in the glove compartment scrawled across it and then decorated by the overenthusiastic barista with gel pen, sparkles, and stickers. He had to carry that ridiculous thing around with him for the next 20 or so clues! The hunt continued! Duo’s had to stop for lunch, which Heero had meticulously planned, putting the next clue as a cipher using the specials menu. By that point Duo had started to expect to see Heero at one of these stops, eventually at least. Was it that hard to do? But no, just clue number 63. For the hour leading up to lunch (which he had sincerely hoped would be the end of it all) Duo had kept himself smiling by telling himself that Heero meant to be romantic and cliché, even if he was going a little overboard. After eating alone while every waitress in the place grinned knowingly at him, Duo’s smile began to crack. Now, Duo liked surprises. He liked the ‘try to find where I stashed your coffee cup’ game with ‘fei, and he liked coming home from work to a surprise dish made by Heero, and hell, he didn’t mind surprise visits from Quat and Tro baring alcohol. Sure, little surprises were great. But this wasn’t a surprise anymore. This was being out of the loop. Everyone around him knew what was going on except him. Nothing pissed off Duo Maxwell more that not knowing something. Some people called him a nosey bastard. He referred to himself as ‘Curious’. The point was, Duo was starting to think of ways to tie the multiple paper slips into a noose to HANG HEERO WITH! Number 175 was to find Pierre, which was fun, since Pierre was the resident shopping consultant at the sleekest male boutique in town, where Duo was given his own fitting room and free reign to pick out an outfit. Of course, this came with the knowledge that Quatre had planned the Christmas party of the year and, oh, forgot to mention this to Duo, his supposedly best friend. Pissed didn’t even begin to describe how he felt. And Heero was Fucking AWOL, so he had no one to scream at! ~~~~~ Trowa tightened his grip on Heero’s arm to keep him in place as he, once again, made to leave. “But he’s getting mad. This was a bad idea.” Heero stated, watching Duo’s furious face over a hacked satellite signal on his laptop. “You begged me to make sure you didn’t leave, Heero. You told me you would blow the whole thing if you saw him today. It’ll be worth it in the end.” Trowa rehearsed. He’d had to say that line to Heero 6 times already. It was a good thing he was a good friend, or Trowa would’ve just clocked him 4 hours ago to put him out if his misery. Heero took a breath and sat back down to watch Duo go after number 223. Trowa didn’t want to ask just how many clues his subtly-challenged friend had left for Duo in hopes of keeping his braided lover occupied all day. And he also didn’t want to state that he’d be getting pissed about now too if Quatre had led him all around the city and back 3 times for no apparent reason. “He’s almost done, right?” Heero creased his eyebrows in confusion, “The website I looked at said to pick a special number to us for the amount of clues. You said the same thing yourself when we talked about it.” “I assumed you would pick 12. Your pilot number and his pilot number.” Trowa answered. He was starting to feel a sense of dread, “What special number did you pick, Heero?” “One for each day we’ve been together.” Heero stated non-pulsed, “That’s much more romantic then the ones you suggested.” Trowa had to pry his jaw up from the floor. Heero and Duo had been together over a year and a half. Obviously Trowa should have forced Heero to let him know more about his friend’s plan. His home would never survive the fallout. ~~~~~~ Duo arrived at Quatre’s place via pre-ordained Limo at roughly 8pm. Heero was going to get a piece of his mind so loud and so angry that even Heero’s quadrupedal ancestors would hear him! Storming into the ballroom, shredding clue number 542 as he went, Duo looked for any sign of his oh-so-dead lover. Only Quatre was brave enough to come near the fuming man, and that was to give him a welcome hug and whisper “Skip the next 32. Go under the mistletoe in the parlor. And please don’t ruin my paintings.” Duo went alright, although he never did promise the safety of the furniture. Heero was standing in the middle of the room nervously fraying his expensive tux’s sleeve while watching the veranda. Duo figured if he had followed the clues he’d be coming in that way. Unfortunately for Yuy, Duo had him cornered from behind. Steaming, Duo hardly noticed the bright, festive sprig of mistletoe hanging above Heero’s head or the way Heero was repeatedly patting down his left pocket to make sure something was there. “You are SO not getting ANY for the REST OF YOUR LIFE, you SADISTIC mother fucker!” Duo bellowed launching into the room to stand toe-to-toe with his lover. ~~~~~~~~~
“You sent me around the city almost 8 times today! It was fun for the first bit, then it got old, then it got annoying. We’re at the ‘I’m going to fucking kill you’ phase now!” Duo bellowed, screaming directly into Heero’s face. The poor boy looked shocked, “Why?....” The look was soon replaced with the more familiar ‘Mission: Failed’ look. Now that Duo had screamed to high heavens, he felt most of the bite gone. But in no way did that mean he was over it. No. He meant it when he said Heero wouldn’t get any for the rest of his life. “I’m sorry.” Heero said, apologizing with his kicked puppy look, taking out another chuck of anger. You didn’t see that look very often, and it was quite disturbing when it was seen on Heero, bacuase it closely resembled the ‘I’m going to jump off a cliff without a parachute’ look. “What was so god damned important that you had to send me on a psycho Easter egg hunt all day for?” Duo threw, sliding his hands into the classic defensive posture of ‘you’re in trouble now, Mr.’ Heero’s mind screamed “RETREAT!,” but it was only determination to follow through with the mission that kept him standing there, pointing up, bringing attention to the little sprig of mistletoe glinting in the firelight. Duo didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. The look of ice was enough to convey his thoughts on the matter. “You could have hung one over our bed this morning. That would’ve been romantic. This is insane.” Heero glared a bit, completely put off by the fact that Duo didn’t appreciate all the time, effort, and research it had taken him to come up with the plan. But he was looked so cute standing there, his hands firmly on his hips and sheer bull-headed anger rolling off him. He was used to that. Heero relaxed a little and reached out of pull the man in for a deep kiss. Duo tried to not respond, his aching feet, and memories of the sticker-covered coffee, the giggling waitress, and the know-it-all snobbish clerk, all trying to remind him of why NOT to kiss Heero Yuy. But eventually Duo gave in. Heero finished the kiss, moving to drift one, then two more light kisses across Duo’s lips, “I knew that if I saw you, I would tell you. And I wanted this to be special,” Heero explained. Duo dropped his forehead against Heero’s, “This anniversary sure was special, alright...” “I want this to be more than an anniversary.” Heero said honestly, his eyes locking with Duo’s. He dropped down onto one knee. Producing a cherry-red box from his pocket, Heero held it up and opened the lid; his posture was perfect from extensive movie-research and daytime television. There, nestled in the crimson velvet of the box, was a solid black ring with a fine band of diamond chips lined in a single stripe down the middle. “I wanted this to be the day I asked you, Will you marry me?” Heero whispered, his voice clear and purposeful. Duo felt all his anger evaporate to be replaced by awe. He never thought Heero would actually do it... “Oh Heero,” Duo breathed, taking the little box out of his lover’s hand delicately. Heero stood up abruptly, watching Duo’s every twitch. “Is that a yes?” He finally asked, warring between sliding the ring on Duo’s finger or moving into Plan B by leaving the box on the table and retreating. Duo pulled the perfect little ring out of the box and slipped it onto his finger. “Now you’re supposed to kiss me under the mistletoe.” Duo supplied, almost all his anger gone. Heero quickly obliged, taking Duo up into his arms at once to the chorus of Quatre and Trowa’s flashbulbs going wildly from their hiding spots. Letting go of his lover, no Fiancé, Duo dreamily corrected, he leveled a smile at Heero and demanded, “Heero. Never lead me on a scavenger hunt again.” “Ryokai.” Heero responded with a sheepish little smirk. Duo had to shake his head. He really was dense when it came to humanity sometimes. “Still going to withhold sex for the rest of my life?” Heero asked. Duo punched him hard, and led him out to the Christmas party so he could show off his new ice-studded hardware. He never did follow through with that threat, and Heero knew it too, the smirking bastard. After most of the guests left, leaving the two of them some quiet time, Duo turned to Heero with a maniacal glint, “Just out of curiosity... why so many clues?” “One for each day we’ve been together. The book said it was romantic to pick a relevant number.” “You kept track?” Duo asked, looking a little shocked. “Wait, don’t answer that.” Duo finished, shaking his head. He already knew the answer. Only Heero Yuy to take a romantic gesture way to far and still end up on Duo’s good side. That was why he loved him.
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