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"Waiting for Shinigami"Written By: Dragonmistress_7 Disclaimer: I do not own them with a fox, I do
not own them in abox. I do not own them on Tuesday, I borrow them
so we can play. Ido not own Gundam Wing, don't sue me, I don't own
anything! Rating: Eventually, NC-17, for now, like, G? Warnings: OOC, Eventual lemon (1x2)temporarily
POV Pairings: 1x2, 3x4 Summary: The war is finished and time has passed. Heero is sent to find Duo and try to convince him to join Preventer but somewhere along the way feelings change Notes: Kind of strange fic that wouldn't leave
me alone. I don'tthink it will be too long. Not my normal stuff, but
a good start, Ihope. Will set up shrines to all who give feedback.
(winces) soften
Waiting for Shinigami
Chapter 9
"Well, Duo, as happy as I am to see you, you'll forgive me if my greeting is somewhat less- warm- than Heero's." Quatre said, making a heroic effort not to grin and only barely succeeding. Behind him, Trowa snickered. Duo carefully and oh-so-slowly disentangled himself from Heero. Then he caught his shorter friend in a hug. "Did you get lucky in Paris?" he asked suggestively, too low for Trowa to hear. Quatre blushed. "Any luckier and I'd be a four-leafed clover," he whispered back. Duo laughed. Then he released the blonde and turned to his taller companion. "Are you still mad at Heero?" he inquired. "No. I was, but then I decided that reminding him that payback is a bitch would be sufficient punishment…for now," Trowa replied, accepting Duo's embrace. "So," Duo said, more loudly, "Paris was so much fun you decided to stay an extra day?" Quatre blushed again, brighter than before. "We- uh- overslept and missed our flight, so we figured why not stay another day?" "Overslept, huh?" Duo teased. When Quatre didn't rise to the bait, he winked at him and said, "Well, if you won't give me the juicy details now, we'd best let you be on your way. You probably have a lot of unpacking and *oversleeping* to do." * * * * The more time Duo spent with Heero, the more one thing
came abundantly clear: they wanted each other, badly. Sometimes it
was just a glance that gave it away, or the way Duo squeezed Heero's
hand and winked when he found something amusing, or the possessive
hand on the back of Duo's neck when somebody got too flirty in the
club. The last was Duo's favorite. Usually, the person's face twisted
comically, and he or she beat a hasty retreat. One woman At first, it always ended the same way, though. Heero would take his hand and ask for another date, he would agree, and then they would both go to their own rooms. Any kissing that was done, Duo instigated. After a while, Duo got tired of this and asked Heero about it. He explained to Duo that he still had problems expressing his emotions in some areas, and said, with a somewhat shy smile, that he'd never had the opportunity to work on that particular area. Duo decided to be patient. It wasn't easy, and there were times when Duo wondered if Heero would ever make a move. Then it happened. One night when Duo said goodnight, Heero leaned in tentatively and tasted his lips. They were as sweet as Heero had known they would be, but no matter how he fought it, he feared to linger. He had replied to the goodnight, then gone directly into his room. Duo slowly released the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He wanted to help Heero overcome his fears. He wanted to help in any way he could. He silently promised that Heero would never have to ask for his help with anything. But part of providing that help meant that anything else he wanted, he would have to ask for. Including Duo. So for the longest, most agonizing week of his life, Duo forced Heero to be the instigator, a method Miss Gracie had approved, which made it good enough for him. It didn't make it easy, though. Like now. The characters in the movie they were watching was getting more action than he was. He didn't know how long he had wanted, needed Heero this desperately, but it seemed like an eternity. Heero sat, watching Duo watch the movie. He was so beautiful, so unique. Heero glanced at the movie. The main character was allowing himself to be seduced. Duo said he'd seen the movie when he was younger. Didn't children imitate what they saw on TV? Heero rested his hand on Duo's leg, gently squeezing until the other man looked at him. "Duo, were you aware that this is an interactive movie?" Duo looked at the couple passionately kissing on the TV screen. He licked his lips and shook his head. Heero's hand came up to caress his face. "That's right," he whispered. "Close your eyes and you can practically taste the kiss." Obediently, Duo closed his eyes and raised his face expectantly. Heero hungrily devoured Duo's sweet mouth. This was not the gentle brush of a goodnight kiss he'd been given before, this was a two weeks' worth of cold showers and sleepless nights released. His tongue gently teased Duo's bottom lip, and they both made little sounds of pleasure. Heero found he couldn't keep his hands to himself. They started holding Duo's face, but quickly moved down his neck, shoulders and sides, coming to rest on his waist. "She's taking off his shirt," Duo came up long enough to murmur. It took Heero a moment to remember the movie, and another to process what Duo wanted. His hands moved quickly over the buttons on Duo's shirt and it was sent flying in a matter of moments. Never one to waste what he was given, Heero took time to appreciate Duo's graceful neck and well-formed chest, scattering kisses across both. "Hee- I- oh" Whatever Duo was going to say was lost as he was reduced to panting because of the magic that was being worked on him. When Heero's hot mouth closed over his nipple and sucked firmly, Duo came off of his seat. That wasn't happening in the movie! In fact… Duo reached for Heero's shirt tail and hauled the tank top off over his head. Heero was still working his way down Duo's chest, leaving hot kisses in his wake. When he reached the waistband of Duo's pants, he paused long enough to shoot Duo a questioning look. Receiving an emphatic nod, he undid them and slid them down Duo's hips. He was so overcome by Duo's beauty that his arousal throbbed. Still, he ignored the demands of his own body and continued his trail, downward, but apparently not far enough. "Heero!" Duo's cry was a plea. His breath tore from his chest raggedly and his eyes were glazed over with the passion Heero had inspired. "Oh, the scene's over. It moved to something else," Heero teased, inclining his head toward the TV. He pretended to draw away. "Oh, well," "What the fuck?" Duo exclaimed. "To hell with the movie! Finish what you started!" Heero shrugged. "If you insist," His mouth closed hotly over the aching erection. "Heero!" Duo cried again, his mouth hanging open as he desperately tried to remember how to breathe. "Heero, don't make me, yet. I want you to- oh, oh, I want you to take me" Heero stilled. "Are you sure?" ~ * ~ *author bites lip, closes eyes, and hits send* |
