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"I'll Do Anything"Written By: Emerald Pillow Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, you can try to sue me, but all you'll get is a cat with a half mask like Trowa (But, her name is Duo...) Pairings: 3X4;1X2 Warnings: Lemon; Language Rating: NC 17
I'll Do Anything Part 11 "Are you leaving Duo?" Relena asked suddenly as she stepped from the mansion. Quatre and Duo turned to face her. "What does it look like Miss. Dorlian?" Duo asked with such disgust it was sickening. "Before you go, I would like to talk to you." She said and descended the stairs. "Well, what makes you think I want to hear your non stop nonsense bullshit rambling?" Duo snapped as he threw his duffel bag in the back seat of the cab. Relena appeared surprised. "I'm afraid this isn't the best time." Quatre stated politely. "What Quatre is trying to say nicely is that I'm fucking drunker than a damn skunk here and that I might say some things I don't mean." Duo laughed and nearly fell backwards into the cab. He grabbed hold of the door to prevent himself from doing so. "But you know what. I think now would be the perfect time." "Duo, I don't think. . ." "Shut up Quatre. You do that too much." Duo chided and stepped over to Relena. She could smell the beer on his breath. "Let me tell you, you have no ideal how fucking lucky you are." "Duo. . ." Quatre warned and pulled on his arm in hopes of stopping him. "Shut up and let me talk." He wiggled his arm free and drunkenly glared at the Arab. "I have to get this off my chest." "Duo. ." Relena started. "I think you should listen to Quatre." "I don't give a damn what you think! I'm sick of everyone thinking you're Queen of the fucking World. . . .What the Hell? Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe you are the damn Queen of the World. You snatched Heero fucking Yuy. Which was no big task, or big win for that. You're keeping the damn peace between Earth and the Colonies. Maybe everyone else is right. Well congrad-u-fucking-lations. Not only are you keeping peace, but you got a mindless jackass to watch over you and protect you from the damn looneybins." "You can't possibly mean that." Relena said softly. She never heard Duo talk poorly of Heero. Not even when he was drunk. "Yes I do. And know what else? I hate your fucking guts. Every time I look at you, it makes me want to throw my damn guts up. Put your picture on a damn scarecrow and it fucking ran away." "Duo. . ." Quatre tried to calm. "I'm not done!" Duo sneered and narrowed his eyes at Relena. "You go and enjoy your damn fairy tale ending. I mean if anyone deserves one, it's the damn Queen of the World and the fucking Prince of Jackasses, right? So go and enjoy it." Tears brimmed his violet eyes. "You won." He whispered, trying to keep his tears at bay. "You fucking won, so you better damn well enjoy it. You got Heero, so you must be the damn luckiest girl in the universe. Don't let him get away." The tears begin to spill. "I fucked up. I hurt him in the worse possible way. I regretted it every damn second of my worthless petty life afterwards." He closed his eyes and balled his fist tightly. "You better treat him right. You better not cause him any more pain than he has already had, or I swear. . ." Threatening violets flew open. "I swear I will fucking kill you in the worse most fucking painful way possible." Relena could only stare at him. She had seen him get angry while he was drunk, but never like this. It was as if she was staring at a being that was nothing more than hatred. Under all that did he still care for Heero? If that were true, then who was she to stand in their way? Then again he was drunk. Obviously more drunk than Relena had ever seen him. "I wish him nothing but happiness in your ball and chain marriage." Duo barked before climbing into the cab. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He asked as Quatre slid in next to him. "Look, if you want to go home, then I can't stop you. But I at least want to make sure that you make it back safely." Quatre explained as he closed the door. "Please tell everyone that I should be back shortly." He called to Relena. Still stunned, she nodded her agreement. "There's no way I can talk you out of this?" Quatre asked as they pulled out of the drive. "No chance in Hell." Duo retorted as he laid back in his seat. "Hey, buddy. What do you say you stop at that party store up there and let me grab a beer." The cab driver nodded. "No, please don't." Quatre pleaded. "Look, don't meddle any more. I want a damn beer. Pull over!" Duo demanded and the driver began to turn. "NO!" Quatre beckoned as the cab swerved back on the street. "It's not going to help Duo." "Like Hell! I said fucking pull over! I'm going to pay you damn good money for a fucking ride to the shuttle station. I think the least you can do is make a damn pit stop." "Mister, please, he has no money for this cab. If you stop for him, he won't be able to pay you for his ride." "Fuck you Quatre." "Drinking isn't going to solve anything Duo." "What stupid ass told you that? I want a damn beer!" "It's only going to take the pain away until you sober." "Then I won't sober. Problem solved. I said pull this damn cab over!" The driver ignored him. He finally realized who was sitting in the back of his cab. He had a feeling that if he did what the Winner heir asked, he would get a bigger tip than if he listened to the drunk guy. "What the Hell, are you fucking deaf?!" "Okay, thanks a lot Hilde. Talk to you later." Quatre ended and closed his cell phone. At the same time, the cab pulled into his drive. Relieved and grieved, Quatre pulled out his wallet and counted out the amount of the fair. He then added a fairly large tip for not stopping for the beer like Duo wanted to. "Thank you very much." "No, thank you." The driver answered as he realized how much Quatre gave him. The Arab climbed out of the back seat and stretched. He couldn't blame Duo for not wanting to stay. He was just guilt stricken for talking his friend into coming in the first place. Suddenly, the front door flew open and Heero stormed out of the mansion toward the green jaguar sitting in the drive. It was the car that he and Relena had arrived in. "Heero, wait." Relena called and bounced down the stairs after him. Heero remained silent as he hopped into the driver seat of the car. "Relena, you told me to step back and decide what I want. . .This is what I want." He assured as he inserted the key and turned the ignition. "Are you sure?" "Are you sure that he feels the same about you?" The look in Heero's eyes was more than enough of a answer. "What if he hurts you again?" Heero stared at the stirring wheel a moment. He never thought about that. "It's a risk I want to take." "Heero. . ." Relena gently placed her hand on the side of his face. "I don't want to see you hurt again. Is there any way I can stop you?" "No." "Then I wish you luck." She said softly and brought him to face her. Quickly, she brushed her lips against his. She then stepped away from the car and allowed him to back out of the drive. "Good bye Heero." She said softly as he sped off. A gentle, comforting hand was placed on her shoulder. "I know it hurts. You really love him, but you did the right thing Relena." "I just want him to be happy. I pray that Duo won't. . ." "He won't. Duo doesn't make the same mistake twice. He loves Heero. He'll make him happy. They belong together." Relena turned to face her friend, a sad smile pulling at her lips. "He's going to be hard to get over." Quatre giggled. "Come, let us go back in." "No, actually, I would like some time alone." "Okay, but if you ever need anyone to talk to. . ." Relena nodded and Quatre headed toward the mansion. His guilt lifted a little as he headed toward the deck. "The swelling has went down some." He heard Catherine say from the next room. Curious, Quatre changed his direction. As he entered the room he saw Catherine placing a ice pack on the left side of Trowa's face. Quatre's heart stopped at the scene. "What happened?" He asked, demanding the attention of the siblings. "There was just a little misunderstanding." Catherine said softly and walked over to the door. Quatre didn't notice her leave, his attention was on his emerald eyed lover. "Who hit you?" He asked and sat on Trowa's lap. "My best man." Quatre's eyes widen in surprise at the answer. He never thought that Heero would hit Trowa. "Why?" "Duo's wrists." Trowa answered and Quatre nodded his understandment. He removed the pack for a better look. The Latin's left eye was swollen shut. It had already turned black and blue. "I'm so sorry Trowa." Quatre said softly as he tenderly kissed the wound. "You didn't do anything. Besides, the important thing is that Heero took the first step." "Too bad he couldn't have done that before he blacked your eye. I don't want a black eye in our wedding photos." Quatre whined softly and replaced the ice pack. "Could you put your hair on the other side until after the wedding?"
"Buddy, come on." Hilde cooed and patted her leg to call the dog. Buddy was laying next to Duo, watching his master sleep. "Come on boy." Hilde tried again and received a grunt from Duo's companion. "Okay, you watch over him then." She laughed and turned to leave. Closing the door behind her, she headed into the living room. She sat on the couch and began flipping through the stations. As usual, nothing good was on. She stood and walked over to the cabinet where Duo kept his movies. Opening either door of the cabinet, she wondered what kind of movie she was in the mood for. Surely not the X-rated ones that consumed the first three shelves. At least not when she was watching alone. If Duo was awake, that would be another story. She didn't want a drama, she has had enough of that for one day. Nor did she want a horror movie, too cheesy. Comedy, that was the ticket. A good laugh would definitely bring up her spirits. She ran her index finger ran along the movie covers until they stopped on a movie she never heard of before. She quickly pulled it from the cabinet and pushed it into the VCR. Before pushing play, she headed to the kitchen. For some reason, she was hungry. Opening the fridge was a waste of time. It was almost completely bare. A tub of butter, half a gallon of spoiled milk, and beagles that have been sitting there for as long as Hilde could remember. Closing the door, she made a mental note to go shopping for Duo first thing in the morning. He hardly did anything for himself anymore. Mainly because he stopped caring. When he and Heero were together, he kept up on chorus such as these. It was that reason that Hilde secretly wished that the two would reunite, but after hearing the way Duo was talking earlier, that wasn't an option. Sighing, she turned her attention to the side of the fridge where Duo kept magnets to all the pizza parlors that he ordered from. Grabbing the cordless phone, she dialed the number to his favorite parlor. "Poppa's Pizza, how can I help you?" The voice of a young man eluded the receiver. "Hi Mick." Hilde said happily and leaned against the wall. "Hey Hilde, Duo forget to go shopping again?" Mick teased and they both laughed. "Something like that. I'll just have the usual." "Sure, no problem. Anything else?" "No. I'm sure that would be. . .oh, wait, why not throw a couple bottles of sodas with that?" "Anything else?" "Not that I can think of. Thanks a lot." "Just tell Duo to make sure he doesn't shop tomorrow." "Why?" "Cuz then we'd loose all our business." Mick blurted. "Later." "Bye. And remember, twenty minutes or it's free." "How can I forget?" Hilde turned off the phone and replaced the receiver. She returned to the living room and sat on the couch. Grabbing the remote, she pushed play and was greeted by familiar laughter. This wasn't a regular movie, it was a home video. "Come on He-chan." She heard Duo's voice on the tape and figured that he must be working the camera. Heero was sitting at his desk, typing on the computer. Working as always. "Not now Duo." "Why not? You're vacation starts tomorrow. Why cram everything into the last night. You're not the only one working you know. Let someone else handle it." "Duo, I just want to finish this up." "Oh, really?" The camera was set down on something, but still focused on Heero. She seen Duo walk by and a few seconds later, music began to elude the room. Duo appeared behind Heero and began kissing along his neck. Hilde slid a little in her seat. Part of her wanted this to be a G rated movie. However, the other part was curious. "Heero, don't work now. . .Please. . ." The kisses were making their way along the strong neck to the exposed shoulders. "Just give me a minute." "No." Duo whispered into his ear as he licked the outer shell. "I need you now." With that said, he slid into the Japanese's lap and began kissing his lips fully. Heero's fingertips left the keyboard and gently rubbed the American's back and thighs. All the while, he returned the loving gesture with his own. "So much for G rated." Hilde breathed suddenly as she watched the two ex-pilots make out. Suddenly a knock at the front door tore her from the TV screen. "That was really fast." Hilde giggled and turned off the video. Pulling out her money, she walked over to the door and opened it. "Here's a five tip, that was really. . . . ." Her voice trailed off as she realized that the person standing at the door wasn't pizza delivery. The purse fell to the floor with a soft thud. Her jaw dropped as her widen eyes soaked in every inch of the new comer. He could hear the peaceful breathing, but he felt that the American was beginning to have a nightmare. Before, he could always sense when Duo was unhappy. He wasn't sure how, or why, but he could. Right now, he felt that something was terribly wrong. Mechanically, he sat on the edge of the bed, watching the sleeping figure. Duo looked so peaceful. So beautiful. Heero could watch him for the rest of his life. In truth, he wished that the other man wouldn't ever wake. At least that way, he would be able to stay close without fear of being pushed away. Not meaning to, Heero gently pushed aside the auburn bangs and lightly ran his fingertips along one cheek. Tears brimmed colbat as he realized what he had done wrong. He was selfish that night. He acted as a child. This was his second chance. He knew he could do better this time around. He had changed. He realized his mistakes and he was more than ready to rectify them. He hoped everything that Wu Fei had told him was true. If it wasn't, he was going to do the best he could. Even if he and Duo could never go back to being lovers, he at least wanted his friendship. Friends would be fine, as long as he was apart of the empty life. In truth, Heero had no ideal how he managed to drag through all the years without the American. The peaceful breathing quicken. The slumbering features tighten. Beats of sweat formed at the temple and hairline. Duo turned onto his side, so that his back was now facing Heero. A moment later, he rolled onto his back and turned to face his admirer. Without really thinking, Heero began gently stroking Duo's hair. He had done this several times, and no matter what, it had always defeated whatever dreams attacking. He remembered all the times he used to watch his partner sleep after making love. He remembered how full he used to feel when he stared at the heart shaped face. It was only when he was with Duo that he was glad he had survived the war. Presently, he wondered what Duo was dreaming about. Was it possible he could be dreaming of him? "Heero. . ." Duo whispered in his sleep. After all these years, hearing his ex say his name still made his heart stop. Duo was dreaming of him. Even after ten years. "Heero, I'm sorry. . .Don't. . ." The dream worsen, and before it could be conquered, the American woke with a start. He sat up straight and found himself staring into misty colbat. Their eyes locked and the longer Heero stared into those violets, the less he began to fear rejection. Before he had a chance to speak, Duo flung himself into the confused man's arms. He buried his face deeply into the muscular chest. The fragile frame trembled with silent sobs. "Heero, I'm so sorry! Please, give me another chance! I swear, I'll never hurt you again." Was this real? Could Duo really want to grant the one wish that had been locked in his heart for so long? Heero wrapped his arms around the vibrating form, and began to tenderly rub his back. "I know you and Relena are engaged, but. . . ." The sentence was never completed. The bodyguard pulled the grief stricken man from him, and Duo's heart fell. He closed his eyes and waited for Heero to tell him how foolish he was. Why would Heero agree? Why would he deserve it? His thoughts were interrupted as he felt his quivering chin be taken by a secure hand. Curious, Duo risked opening his eyes. Heero stared deeply into his eyes as if looking for something. He then wiped Duo's tears and their lips met. The violet eyes widen in complete shock. Was this a dream? Could Heero Yuy be kissing him? It had been so long since he tasted the Japanese lips, but he knew for a fact that this was no dream. All doubts were slayed by the gentle touch. Closing his eyes, he prepared to return the gesture, but before he could, those longed for lips pulled away. "I'm sorry." Heero whispered regretfully, and began to push from the bed. Duo panicked. "NO!" He grabbed Heero and pulled him back. Before the ex-pilot could react, Duo was on top of him, kissing him with surprising force. Duo shut his eyes tightly and crammed everything into the kiss. The pain, loneliness, suffering, confusion, and regret he felt ever since that night. Tears somehow managed to escape the clamped eye lashes as he realized that Heero wasn't responding. He thought for sure that Heero still cared for him. He seen it in his eyes, and felt it in the kiss seconds ago. He began to push himself away. However, he didn't get far. One strong hand seized his waist and crushed their bodies together. The other was placed on the back of his neck to prevent the kiss from being broken. All at once, Heero's lips sprang to life as he began kissing back with as much passion and emotion that was being given. "Heero, I. . ." Duo began once they braked for a breath. Heero remained silent as he placed his index finger over Duo's lips. He then replaced that finger with his own. In one swift motion, Heero became the dominate one. He slid under Duo's blankets and allowed his hands to explore the American's grown-up body. Duo had gained some muscles of his own, thanks to the many hours he spent at the scrap yard. While Heero's hands work to rediscover his long lost lover, Duo labored to expose his. He pulled at the dress shirt and the buttons gave easily. As Heero pulled away long enough to remove it, Duo's attention turned to the pants. No time wasted, the pants and underwear were discarded. Heero's gentle kisses moved along the length of the other's neck. Slowly he moved further under the covers. Duo closed his eyes and focused on the lips. Every time his flesh was touched, his manhood became harder. He was pleased to find that Heero was becoming erect too. The process was a lot slower this time than usual. It had been so long since he tasted this flesh that he wanted to savor it as much as he could. The kisses slowly descended, sampling every inch of the more manly chest. Duo gasp a little out of surprise as Heero began nursing on one of the rock hard nipples. Heero had never taken time out for such things before. Not that Duo was complaining. Once fulfilled by both nubs, Heero continued along his path. Upon reaching the waist, Duo arched his back to allow the removal of his boxers. Like usual, Heero wasted no time and took Duo fully. The American clutched the pillow in pleasure, while he was being gently sucked and licked. Turning his head a little, he opened his eyes and stared at the tip of his braid. He grabbed the end and removed the rubber band, he then proceeded to unwrap the three twisted sections. As the hair was freed and allowed to roam, Duo released into Heero's mouth. Usually, the Japanese lover would have drank it in it's entirety. However, this time he had other plans. Pushing away the blankets, he positioned himself on his knees between the now parted legs. He spit half the mixture of saliva and semen into his hand and began the preparation process. One at a time, he slid three fingers into his lover. With each new addition, he began caressing Duo in a way he hadn't in almost a decade. The American moaned softly as he pushed himself against the fingers, wanting them to go deeper. Upon seeing this, he continued for another moment before retracting. Using the last of the homemade lubricant, he applied it to his own swollen cock. As he was about to enter, a small complaint was filed. Wordlessly, Duo pushed Heero back on the bed and straddled him. He quickly brushed their lips together, then lowered himself onto his partner. He waited a moment to adjust. As he sat there impaled on the Japanese manhood, Heero's hands and eyes ran the length of his body. The flesh was flawless, creamy and smooth. The colbat eyes soaked in every new muscle and feature Duo's small frame had to offer. At the same time violet orbs scanned to memorize the new and improved Perfect Solider model. Duo's hands massaged the firms abs as he began to slowly rock himself against the penetration. It had been so long since the last time he had sex, that he nearly forgot how. After his break up, he was too devastated. When he tried to move on, he found that he was never sexually satisfied. No one could ever please him the way Heero had, so he gave up. Presently, their eyes locked and secretly told each other their tales of loneliness. Their hands became better aquatinted with the familiarly new bodies. With every completed sway, Heero drove himself deeper into the American. Their pace was slow and steady, so unlike the old one. Before, they both rushed to release. That's what sex was about for them. Now, there was no need to rush. They both knew they were going to release eventually. They weren't just enjoying the bliss of sex, but their being together as well. "Oh, Heero!" Duo whispered pleasurably as he threw his head back. He looked down and was surprised to find that his lover was crying. "Heero?" He slowed his pace. "Don't stop." He pleaded as Duo wiped his tears. He lightly ran his fingers through the auburn locks. They brushed across one cheek and down the tempting neck. Heero propped himself up with one hand, and snaked the other around the slender swaying waist. As Duo wrapped his arms around Heero's neck, their bodies were crushed together and their lips met passionately. They moaned softly into each other's mouths as their tongues reintroduced themselves. "I missed you so much Duo." Heero whispered and kissed along his neck and shoulders. "I missed you too Heero." With every thrust, Heero pushed Duo against him, causing his erection to be revived. Once it was as hard as ever, Heero pulled away enough to grab it and begin pumping. Duo's moans grew in volume, but Heero sucked it away in his kiss. The pace quicken, kiss deepen, and bodies tensed as they both reached their climax. Duo, not able to take any more, release first into Heero's hand. A second later, Heero released somewhere deeply into the haven. Filled to the brim with pleasure, Duo crashed on top of his partner. They laid there, hugging each other, afraid that at any instant reality would set in and they would sorrowfully find themselves in their cold lonely worlds once again. "Heero?" Duo began as he kissed the shoulder. ". . .hn?. . ." "Is this a dream?" Heero pulled from the American enough to looked into his eyes. "If this is a dream, I don't ever want to wake up." Duo snuggled closer to the sweaty body as the strong arms wrapped around him. He slowly drifted into sleep and allowed those arms to begin gluing together his broken pieces. ~ * ~
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