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"Crafts"Written By: ELLE and Miss Murdered Disclaimer: Despite how many fics we both post, neither of us owns Gundam Wing or have come any closer to owning it. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: m/m sex, light angst, sap, bad language Pairings: 1x2x1 and 4xR Summary:Set in the same universe as Forever. Duo leaves Heero to babysit armed with construction paper and markers. Notes: This one is for Daphie for encouraging a notion of Miss M's on Valentine's Day that ELLE saw all too easily. ;-P
"Crafts" Duo I guess you could say
both me and 'Ro were babysitting, you know? Security detail for Quat
and 'Lena was not like "real" Prev work and I took the job
as they tended to request little old me when they could – the
reassuring presence of an old friend, I guess, when they spent so
much of their lives surrounded by anonymous dudes in black suits.
And maybe I'd spoken to Quat recently, checking up on us after Heero's
whole "taken out of the field" thing and mentioned that
'Ro needed something to do that didn't involve him just sitting on
a damn laptop and doing some fucking analysis or whatever. So maybe
I'd engineered this a little. Maybe I'd been a sneaky little shit
but, hey – Heero hadn't been outta the house since his last therapy
session and he was being a little distant and I didn't know how the
fuck to help him. We hadn't even damn touched for days and I was kinda
feeling helpless. So I called in backup. Five year old back
up. Anastasia Darlian-Winner walked down the stairs as the conversation
about the interview stopped, dragging Heero with her, her little hand
clasped around his. She was 'Ro's goddaughter and with the busy schedule
of her parents, we didn't get to see her a whole lot. But unlike their
own privileged backgrounds, Quat and 'Lena had tried to make sure
that Anna wasn't surrounded by maids and nannies or whatever so when
they were doing a joint interview together for E-SUNBC, there was
no one to look after her. Except uncle 'Ro, which he'd accepted the
duty with only a slight hesitation. I knew he'd wanted to say something
about how I was better with her, that I was the fun one, you know,
being that I hadn't grown up or something. But instead, he consented
and I could see as she dragged him that maybe his overly dark mood
had been lightened a little. A cute as shit five year old can kinda
do that. She dropped his hand
as she saw her parents and the squeals of "mommy and daddy"
were kinda a little high pitched as she ran into her father's arms
first, Quatre picking her up to kiss her on the cheek as she waved
pieces of construction paper in her arms. "Me and uncle
'Ro made pictures." I glanced over to him
as she spoke, as Quatre and Relena looked at the pictures in her hand,
and Heero leaned a little against the wall and raised an eyebrow in
answer. The excited chatter continued at a speed that even I can't
talk at as she explained the last few hours to her parents. "And I drawed
flowers and hearts and pretty dresses like mommies and... and and
– and uncle 'Ro drew uncle Duo and – and we used glitter!" Both of her parents
kept their eyes on their daughter and I saw the soft smiles they had,
observing how Quatre put her down and Relena knelt beside her, adjusting
her dress and her hair as she spoke. "We need to go
home so thank your uncle for looking after you, Anna." And with Relena's instruction,
she bounded towards Heero, hugging his legs tightly, and I saw his
little inhale of shock at the overt display of affection until he
ran his fingers over her hair and leaned down to kiss her forehead. "Thank you, uncle
Heero," she said, formally, and then ran back to her parents,
grabbing Quatre's outstretched hand. "And thank you,
Heero," Relena said, her eyes meeting his. "I'm glad she
could be with family rather than with someone she doesn't know." "Anytime,"
he murmured and with a few more goodbyes, and a hug for me from Anna,
I closed the door on the Darlian-Winners and was undoing the black
tie from around my neck as I went in search of where Heero had gone. It didn't take much
investigation on my part, finding him in our office, and I leaned
against the door as I finished undoing the material from my neck.
The desk, usually covered in computer parts or Preventer files was
now covered in paper, glue, glitter, pens and all the shit I had bought
the first time I'd known we were going to be given the responsibility
to care for Anna at times. My decision was tactical as my theory was
that it was better to do arts and crafts than tea parties and dollies.
The image of either me or 'Ro having a tea party with dolls kinda
made my head explode so this seemed a better option. Don't ever accuse
me of not thinking through shit properly. He was beginning to
put the stuff away as I walked across the room and he turned, paper
and markers in his hand. It was then my eyes zeroed in on something
on the desk, a blue piece of construction paper hiding most of the
picture but I could see the foot and I reached for it, hearing a muffled
"no" but it was too late for that as I picked up the paper
underneath, looking at what he'd created. "Holy shit,"
I murmured as I saw a perfect rendering of Deathscythe. Full body.
All the damn details. Me stood on the shoulder. Yeah, there was the
addition of glitter that my old buddy would probably not approve of
and all but it was there. "Anna said I had
to do something I loved," he said, his eyes avoiding mine and
shit, when he was like this – unsure, still, after all these
fucking years together – my heart damn melted. "Yeah? Me and
'Scythe?" He nodded and I put
down the picture and reached for him, reaching to place my hands on
his waist, feeling the soft fabric of his t-shirt and the steel of
his muscles underneath. "It was the days
after," he started and then swallowed, "after… after
the Barton Rebellion and you were going to the detonation site." "Fuck, I hated
that day." "I know. I've
been thinking about then a lot. The wars." He stalled and I saw
a little knit of brows that indicated he was thinking too damn much
and I ran my hands gently up his sides. "I miss it still." "Me too." "I miss feeling
useful. Important." And it became damn
clear then as I knew he was fucking struggling with therapy and I
hated that it was compulsory for him as hey, I'm not the most sane
individual and I slipped by – my charm and general sunny disposition
disguising the shit that went on in my head – and I moved my
hand up to his face, my thumb rubbing off a little patch of glitter
that had ended up on his cheek. It reminded me of seeing him with
oil on his face from working on his Gundam all those damn years ago
and it made something in my chest hurt far too fucking much as I remembered. "'Ro, you are
damn useful – shit, maybe you ain't in the field but you don't
need to hold a gun or pilot a fucking Gundam to be useful." "Duo –" "No," I interrupted.
"You don't think I miss feeling like that? That these shitty
missions never match up to the wars and nothing ever does. Shit –
the only thing that has ever made me feel as high as piloting Deathscythe
is you." As he was, the only
time my adrenalin was as high, the only thing that could make my heart
beat too damn fast and the only thing that made me remember who I'd
been – when I was a soldier, a hero, fucking Shinigami –
was Heero. He registered my words,
his blue eyes intense, and I had little warning before his lips were
on mine – his hands dropping the damn craft supplies to the floor
as he grabbed hold of the back of my head, forcing me to meet his
mouth. In my shock at the sudden change of mood, I gasped, his tongue
thrusting in aggressively, fucking my mouth as a hand grabbed at my
ass, pulling me as close as he could to him, my body instinctively
grinding into his, my dick hardening at the friction. Shit, his kiss was so damn good, so fucking hot and heavy, that I surrendered, just gripped him as tightly as he was holding onto me. And I closed my eyes, tried to remember to breathe as we ground our bodies together, doing the dance we'd done a thousand fucking times but still the only thing in my damn life that had ever been as intense as piloting, as fighting – the only thing that was this good. Us. Together. Me and 'Ro. His hand was in my
suit pants before I damn knew it, his fist around my cock and I panted,
slipping my lips away from his mouth as he nipped at my jaw, my cheek,
my throat, licking and biting and tasting me. He dropped to his knees,
pulling down my pants and boxers, and wrapped his lips around the
head of my dick, leaving me breathless and mumbling some expletives
and his name as he bobbed quickly up and down as his fingers teased
my balls and then further back, a pad of a finger there. "'Ro – !" I thought I was damn
gonna fall over from the intensity – the way he was going down
on me, the touch of his fingers – and he backed off then, looked
up at me sitting back on his heels, his eyes dark and his lips wet. "Too much?"
he asked, a smirk on his face and I fell to my knees, grabbing at
his hair and pulling him back towards me. "Never,"
I answered, claiming his lips as mine, ravaging his mouth. We fumbled out of enough
clothes, our lips stuttering over each other's skin, finding the lube
that we'd kept in one of the drawers and it didn't take long for me
to be on my hands and knees on the floor, my head resting against
the carpet and my ass in the air as he pounded into my body from behind,
my hands in fists and my body rocking back into him at each thrust
of his hips, a hand gripping my braid for some sorta reassurance as
we fucked. It was quick, intense, his hand tugging my cock in a way
he damn knew would bring me off as he slammed into me, his dick hot
and hard and so fucking deep that I'd lose my mind if we lasted much
longer. But fuck, I didn't
as he hit that damn spot with practiced skill and his hand tugged
me a few more times, sending me spiralling, cum splashing onto the
carpet and his hand as I came. He grunted, a soft "fuck"
escaping his lips and I felt him shudder and the warm feeling of his
release inside. "Fuck," I
panted as we separated, me turning onto my back and lying on the floor,
him joining me a few moments later with a sated sigh. "You will always
be damn important. To me, to our friends, to Anna – don't ever
forget it, babe." He nodded, just a small
incline of his head as he wound his hand into my braid, pulling me
down to his mouth, our tongues twining and the foreplay beginning
for another round. And I thought, yeah, maybe a few hours with Anna
wasn't going to help his mood or help him deal with the intensity
of his therapy but letting me in, letting me know the shit in his
head, you know – that would. ~ * ~
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