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" Special of the Day "Written By: Helen Disclaimers: I own nothing in this fic. Gundam
Wing and its characters are copyrighted by Bandai, Sunrise, Sotsu
Agency, ANB, and others that I'm not too sure of... I'm only using
them for entertainment purposes. No money being made here. Warnings: AU, Yaoi, Lemon Pairings: 1x2 Spoilers: None Archives (Please Ask First): Primarily: Deb’s
Gundam Wing Diaries Rating: NC-17 Author's Notes: Well as I was writing the lemon
scene, Nessa-chan challenged fic writers to write one where Duo’s
hair doesn’t play a part in it. And I happen to not be doing
that. *hee* Special Thanks: Deb, who goes above and beyond
her “duty” as a beta. I’m forever grateful to you! Dedication: To Deb because I really wanted to
write her something for the longest time. I didn’t stay true
to her plot so hope she forgives me for that. ^^;; " Special of the Day "
“I don’t have any more time to argue. Good bye!” Standing up, Heero Yuy slammed down the phone in irritation, disturbing the scattered paperwork around his desk. He just spent the last hour or so arguing with Treize Khushrenada about a business deal they had *already* settled on a month before. Now the other corporate manager wanted to go back on their contract. The 24 year-old Japanese businessman took several deep breaths to cool his anger. Picking up the phone a second time, he dialed Quatre Winner’s office number. “Hello?” “Quatre? It’s Heero.” “Heero! What a surprise! How have you been lately?” Heero had to smile a little at the childlike behavior his long time friend always seemed to exude. Despite that however, the Arabian was an excellent negotiator and managed his own corporation as well. Propping up both elbows on his desk, with one hand buried in his unruly, chocolate brown hair, Heero proceeded to explain the dilemma with Khushrenada while the other listened intently. “All right, Heero,” the other businessman said when he'd finished. “I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you meet me at the restaurant over at Hope Street and we’ll figure something out. I have to go to a meeting right now but I’ll be done in no time.” “Arigato, Quatre.” Heero said, slightly relieved. “Don’t say that Heero. We’re friends, ne?” the corner of Heero’s lips quirked up. “Aa… I’ll see you then.” “Bye Heero. And it looks like rain. Bring your umbrella!” Quatre said and they hung up. Heero leaned back against his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose. He began to ask himself why he'd gone into business in the first place. It was nothing but stress as he'd found out immediately when he started; topped by the fact of being confined in either the office or a meeting room it was driving the Japanese man slowly insane. He didn’t know if he could take much more of it. Then again, Quatre had gotten him the job so, as a friend, he was obligated to stay. If he could though, he would quit in a heartbeat. Picking up his keys and coat, he walked out of his office and told his secretary to cancel all phone calls and appointments for the night unless it was urgent. He would be back in the morning. ~*~*~ One hour and 4 glasses of water later, Heero was beyond agitated. Quatre had said that his meeting would take no time at all! He sighed in frustration. All meetings were never as short as they appeared to be for things have a tendency to drag on and on. He recalled several incidences where one-hour meetings could easily extend into 3 hours. And what made it worse was that nothing got discussed nor solved. Heero gulped down the last bit of water in his glass before thumping it on the table. A waitress with long chestnut hair passed by and unthinkingly, he grabbed her wrist. “Another glass of water,” he demanded. “Of course sir, right away,” came a rather deep voice… too deep for a woman. Heero glanced up and met with violet eyes. The person whom he had mistaken as a waitress was actually a young boy! He released the other’s wrist as if he'd been stung. “Gomen.” Heero felt embarrassment rise to his cheeks and he looked up again when the *waiter* walked away. He didn’t look too young… perhaps 19 or 20. The Japanese man wasn’t able to think about him any further though for Quatre chose that moment to appear, shaking a wet umbrella. “Heero! I’m so sorry I’m late. The meeting just went on and on, like always.” The Arabian brushed water droplets from his coat. “And it started to rain, of all the dumb luck! Lucky that I had an umbrella.” Heero glanced outside and sure enough it *was* raining and he'd forgotten his umbrella. He cursed softly. Quatre smiled, having already foreseen his friend’s absentmindedness, and thrust another one out to the surprised Japanese man. “You never remembered to bring one, even though I reminded you!” Heero took it gratefully, thanking Quatre. The two friends sat down and the Arabian sighed. “I should have known Khushrenada would do something like this. He’s not particularly reliable; I’ve checked his history and he’s done this in the past.” Heero covered his eyes with his hand, suddenly exhausted after hearing the new information. He should have done the same thing before he made the deal. If they broke off the contract now, his business would be in trouble. He felt Quatre pat his shoulder. “Don’t worry Heero. Let me handle him. Everything will be fine,” the other reassured and Heero gave him a small smile. “Arigato.” Quatre grinned and shook his head. “I told you, don’t mention it.” Heero felt some weight lift from his shoulders. He was glad to have someone by his side to help him through this. “Excuse me, Quatre,” Heero said, suddenly having the urge to splash some water on his face to refresh himself. He backed up quite suddenly and hit something solid. Before he could even register what happened or the low grunt of pain from behind, he was drenched as 2 glasses of water fell into his lap. The chill of the ice seeped immediately through his shirt and pants and he shot up out of the chair. “Argh, you *baka*!” Heero exclaimed angrily as he whirled around to face whoever the person was, but he met with a heart shaped face and violet eyes. It was the same waiter from before but now the other’s eyes were wide with shock. Heero’s breath caught in his throat upon seeing the young man again. “Oh my god… I’m so sorry,” the braided man apologized softly again and again, taking the towel he had draped over his arm and trying to wipe the water off the businessman. That snapped Heero out of his stare as he took a napkin from the table. “No, it’s okay. I’m alright,” he tried to reassure the frantic waiter and he began to wipe himself off. But their hands lightly brushed against each other as they both moved together down Heero’s front and Heero felt his face heat up when he finally took notice of the waiter’s close proximity. He grabbed the waiter's wrist like before, but more gently this time, making the braided waiter stop and look up. He was about to say something when a rather shrill voice called out a name. “DUO MAXWELL!” Heero felt the waiter tense up and he immediately released him, mentally berating himself. He glanced up as a young woman with honey colored hair strode towards them, glaring angrily at the waiter for a moment before turning to him. ”I must apologize to you, sir. I’m Relena Peacecraft and my brother owns this restaurant. Are you alright?” she asked with genuine concern. Heero nodded. “I’m fine. It’s not Duo’s fault,” he answered, inwardly glad that he now knew the waiter’s name. At the mention of Duo, Relena’s eyes narrowed and she turned to the braided man. “Get back to work, you *clumsy* little--“ Before Relena could finish her sentence, Duo had already picked up the fallen glasses and nearly ran back towards the kitchen area. Quatre, having kept silent at the interesting interaction between Heero and the waiter, stood up. “That is no way to speak to your employee.” Quatre never treated his own employees as employees but rather as friends, telling them that they shouldn’t call him “Boss” or “Mr. Winner”. However his 40 associates had a lot of respect for him and called him Quatre-sama instead, much to his exasperation in the beginning, but he grew used to it. “It’s just a misunderstanding. I was the one who bumped into him,” Heero tried to explain. Relena shook her head. “He’s always been so clumsy. This isn’t the first time he's spilled or dropped something. I don’t understand why my brother insists on keeping him, *especially* after the soup incident. This is the last straw.” Her anger dissipated then and she looked up at Heero, smiling shyly. “I hope you can overlook this little mishap, sir and still come back? I’d love to…” She swallowed, a blush staining her cheeks. “…see you again, Mr…?” Heero blinked at the sudden change of attitude but answered her nevertheless. “Yuy. Heero Yuy.” “Heero,” she said, the name rolling off her tongue. Heero felt an uneasy shiver shoot down his spine and he quickly excused himself to head to the restroom. Inside, he finally splashed some water on his face as feelings swirled within him, mostly those directed to the braided waiter. “Duo Maxwell,” he whispered and another shiver flowed through him, this one much more pleasant. Heero didn’t know what it meant. Not thinking on it further he wiped himself off as best he could and headed back to his table again. Thankfully, Relena was nowhere in sight. “Are you okay, Heero?” Quatre asked as he sat down. “AA…” Quatre smiled and nodded. “Okay then, Heero. I’ll see what I can do with the Khushrenada problem so don’t worry. I can handle him.” Heero nodded back, silently thanking the Arabian. “I must get back to the office. I’ll call you when something comes up, okay?” Quatre said, getting up and putting on his coat. “Arigato, Quatre,” Heero said, following suit. The other man patted him on the arm before heading out into the pouring rain. The Japanese man stood there, looking towards the kitchen area where Duo had disappeared. He stopped one of the other waiters and asked him where Duo was. “Duo got fired,” the young man said with a heavy sigh. “I knew it was bound to happen but still, I didn’t think it’d be so soon. I don’t know why Ms. Peacecraft hates him so much.” The waiter shook his head. “He’s a really good friend. Makes the day go by faster.” Heero thanked him and went outside, opening his umbrella. Guilt settled deep inside him, making him uncomfortable. He headed over to his car and quickly climbed in, not wanting to get any wetter than he already was. Briefly he wondered if he would ever see the braided man again. Heero drove slowly down the street, mindful of the slick asphalt. It was hard to see through the lashing rain even though he had the windshield wipers on full speed. He stopped at the red light. At least there wasn’t a lot of traffic. He happened to look over to the bus stop where a huddled figure sat, shivering. The Japanese man looked closer at the familiar body and his eyes widened as he recognized it to be Duo! He honked his horn and rolled down the window. ”Duo!” he called out and the other looked up in surprise. Heero waved for him to come over but Duo hesitated. He held his breath as Duo sat unmoving for a moment longer and released it when the ex-waiter got up and walked towards the car. Unlocking the passenger door, he felt relief course through him as the smaller man climbed in, still shivering from the cold rain. The light turned green and he drove off. “Are you all right?” Heero asked the other while turning on the heater. Duo nodded despite being dripping wet. The Japanese leaned over to the glove compartment and pulled out some napkins, handing them to the braided man who took them gratefully. Duo wiped himself off as best as he could, sneezing twice into the coarse napkins, his nose turning pink. “I’m sorry,” he said in a stuffy voice. Heero shook his head. “I'm the one who should be sorry. I made such a scene that I got you fired.” Duo blew his nose and leaned closer to the heat. “Nah, I had it coming. She hated me and I didn’t like the job too much either, but my friend, Milliardo, hired me to help me out so I had to stay,” he explained, trying to breathe through his nose. Heero nodded in understanding. “Where do you live?” Duo sneezed again before answering. “Nowhere. I’ve been trying to earn enough money to buy myself a place but not a lot of people will hire a high school dropout,” he said with a weak laugh. “What about your parents?” Heero asked in concern. “They hate my guts. They kicked me out of the house on my 18th birthday.” The Japanese man blinked in surprise at the other’s rather blunt answer. They both kept silent as Heero slowly drove home. Confusion whirled within him as he wondered what prompted him to call out the other man in the first place; well aside from the fact that he felt guilty about his outburst in the restaurant, he *wanted* to help Duo. Maybe even wanted to get to know him… which was ridiculous since they'd only met no more than an hour ago and he had mistaken him for a woman at the time! He turned into his driveway and parked, getting out of the car with the umbrella Quatre had given him earlier and walking around to Duo’s side. “Thanks,” the smaller man said as they both walked inside. Heero shed his coat and went inside his room, picking out some of his clothes and a towel for the other. Handing them to Duo, he nodded down the hall. ”Bathroom’s that way.” Duo smiled in thanks and disappeared into the said room. Heero loosened his tie and sat down on the couch, covering his face with his hands. He didn’t know what was happening with him. He never took such chances with *anyone* before. He considered himself a loner; twenty-five years and he'd never dated once, though he'd turned down an innumerable amount of people in the past. With all the stress that his business brought him, he couldn’t exactly pursue any type of relationship. The sound of footsteps halted his inner brooding and he looked up. “Feeling better?” he asked Duo, as he stood up. The other was looking better, his braided hair still a little damp. He was wearing a pair of Heero’s pajamas, some of the buttons unbuttoned at the top, allowing the businessman to see a bit of skin. Heero swallowed, berating himself for forgetting a T-shirt or at least a tank top. “Much. Thank you…uh…” Heero mentally smacked himself on the forehead. “I’m sorry. I’m Heero Yuy.” He held out his hand and tried to suppress a shiver when Duo grasped it and shook it. “Duo Maxwell.” Heero’s lips quirked up, already knowing that. “Are you hungry?” Duo shook his head. “I’m fine. I ate before my shift.” “You can stay as long as you’d like. No one else lives here and I have a spare room,” Heero said, vaguely gesturing down the hall. He received a bright smile from the other, which made his heart beat a bit quicker. “Thank you, Heero. But I won’t burden you for long… just until I can find myself a cheap place to stay.” “You won’t be a burden,” Heero reassured the other, a small smile on his lips. Duo smiled back before asking, in a quieter voice. “Um… not to sound ungrateful or anything but, why did you help me? You don’t have to feel guilty; it wasn’t your fault and I wouldn’t have lasted there much longer anyway.” Heero didn’t answer right away. It was true that he *did* feel guilty but now that he knew that Duo hadn't liked the job in the first place he felt a little less so. Still he felt sympathy… almost pity for the other. A high school drop out, kicked from his home by his own parents, trying to just make enough money for a place to live, even though it’s in a job he hates, young… and quite attractive. Heero blinked at his last thought. “Heero?” that voice called at him again, snapping him alert. The unruly haired man glanced at the other, his throat working against him to give an answer. “A-anou… because I couldn’t… just leave you like that and I can’t help but to feel a little guilty.” Heero bowed slightly. “Gomen.” Duo grinned at him this time, and stepped up to the older man. The braided young man wrapped his arms loosely around the other’s shoulders, intending to give him a quick hug. “You’re too kind. Thank you,” he said softly, about to pull away. Duo found that he couldn’t when Heero’s strong arms came up to envelop him around his body. His breath hitched. “Heero…” Warmth spread through him as Heero continued to embrace him. The Japanese kept silent and still, as if waiting for Duo to push him away. But all the other did was tighten his arms around him and Heero released a breath he didn’t even know that he was holding. After a long moment, he began to wonder what he should do. Let him go? No… he liked Duo like this, in his arms. He'd never had anyone to hold before and nobody had wanted to hold him either. It wasn’t so much that he was unattractive, but his rather antisocial attitude that was a huge flaw in relationships. Now he had this *striking* young man in his arms, shouldn’t he make the best of it? He'd never done this kind of thing before but he mentally shook his head. He would not think on it anymore, just let his body instinct lead him. Heero turned his head slightly towards Duo’s neck and placed a soft kiss on the warm skin. A soft gasp encouraged him further and he followed with a tentative lick. He felt the other’s breathing increase slightly, indicating pleasure so the Japanese closed his eyes and continued to lick longer and slower. When the licks turned into suckles he was gently pushed away and violet eyes met his cobalt ones. Duo placed one of his hands on the back of Heero’s head and applied light pressure to bring their lips together softly. When they came into contact, a tremor shot down to Heero’s lower regions and almost immediately he deepened the kiss. He crushed the smaller man against his body while the other tried his best to return the kiss in fervor. Mouths opened instinctively and passion rose between them as their tongues thrust into each other’s wet caverns. Duo moaned as he tasted Heero and Heero half pushed, half carried the other to the couch where they both fell to the cushions. His hands roamed over Duo, feeling the warm flesh under the thin clothing. Finally they broke apart for air. “Oh god, Heero,” Duo whispered breathlessly but could say no more as Heero’s mouth descended on him again. Duo’s hands came up to fumble with the buttons on Heero’s shirt while the Japanese did the same to the braided American’s pajamas. The older man exposed the other’s chest into the cool air and pulled back to relish the sight. His groin tightened and Duo reached up to grab the loosened tie Heero still had on. Wrapping it around his fist the braided man slowly pulled himself up, the pajamas falling off one shoulder. Heero swallowed hard at the rousing sight Duo was presenting. Without a word, he stood with the other in tow and headed to his bedroom. Once they were both inside, Duo went over to sit on the bed and Heero closed the door by leaning against it. He tried to calm his rapidly beating heart and when the unruly haired man looked up at Duo in the dimly lit room, the other was giving him a genuine smile despite having one shoulder bared. However the braided man soon dropped his gaze to the floor, studying the carpet. “I must admit, I’ve never done this before,” he said quietly, consciously pulling his shirt up to cover his shoulder again. Heero blinked and he slowly walked up to the smaller man. Cupping one cheek, he bent down to give the lightest touch to the other’s lips, silently asking Duo to trust him while seeking trust in himself as well. He stroked the soft smooth cheek with his thumb and received a small smile. Duo planted a kiss on Heero’s hand and backed up to the middle of the bed to lie down, resting his head on the pillow. The Japanese man’s heart pounded in his chest as he crawled over to the other. “Are you sure?” he couldn’t help but ask in a whisper. Duo just smiled and lightly touched Heero's cheek. Tilting his head back, violet eyes closed expectantly and Heero didn’t hesitate to press his lips to Duo’s. He pushed aside the opened shirt that the braided man was wearing and ran his hand along the soft skin. The Japanese could feel the other release a long breath against the side of his cheek and heard a low groan. He continued caressing the lean torso as Duo reached up to finish unbuttoning Heero’s shirt. A gasp escaped his mouth when he felt a cold hand on his chest, fingers squeezing his hardened nipple. “You’re cold,” Heero whispered to the braided man. He breathed harder when the other pushed his hands up into the open shirt, slipping it off his shoulders. Then they moved to the loosened tie and slid it over the Japanese man’s head, dropping it over the edge of the bed. Heero straightened his arms, his shirt slipping off completely before he helped Duo shed his. The American’s skin was still cold from the rain but with one glance at the other, Heero knew that it wouldn’t be that way for long. Placing his hands on the other’s chest he slowly rubbed them back and forth, sharing his body heat. Duo just sighed at the treatment and leaned back against the pillow. All too soon it became more erotic, Heero’s fingers lingering longer on Duo’s nipples and trailing down to the flat stomach. He could feel his slacks getting smaller in the front, his groin tightening at what he was doing to this beautiful man. “Please, Heero… more…” Duo begged softly. The Japanese man smiled and kissed the other lightly on the lips before getting up and heading towards the bathroom. He returned with a wet towel, an unused tube of lube, and a condom, just to be on the safe side. Quickly slipping out of his slacks and briefs, Heero climbed back onto the bed naked. Duo swallowed at the sight. Heero was just so… //God…// and at the thought of what was about to happen, he couldn’t keep his erection from getting any harder even if he tried. When the unruly-haired man hooked his thumbs into Duo’s loose pajama pants to slowly slip them off, the American gasped because Heero followed the pants’ descent with soft kisses down his abdomen. He lifted his hips and soon his pants joined the rest of the clothing on the floor. Heero kissed and licked his hip, moving to the juncture where it met his leg and completely ignoring his weeping arousal. Duo moaned a little and spread his legs, a silent gesture, begging the other man. Heero uncapped the tube of lube and coated his fingers thoroughly before carefully probing the other’s entrance. He lightly kissed the head of Duo’s erection before taking him into his mouth as he eased one finger in, causing the braided man to grip the bed sheets tightly. Duo couldn’t help but moan out Heero’s name as the other man pushed in a second and a third finger, sliding them back and forth. It was an odd sensation but when Heero brushed against something deep inside, the pleasure was magnified a hundred-fold. “AHH!!” Duo yelled out, panting harshly. Heero released Duo's erection and kissed his way up the other’s body before reaching the supple neck. The Japanese man slid his fingers faster in and out of the puckered entrance as he marked the soft skin and he grew harder as he heard each strangled whimper and deep moan from Duo. “More… oh please, Heero…” the braided young man sobbed out. Slowly pulling out his fingers, Heero moved in between the parted legs to position himself for the final act. He quickly placed the elastic condom on his aching erection before rubbing a generous amount of lube on it. Hooking his arms under Duo’s knees and pushing outward, Duo’s private entrance was exposed. “Ready?” Heero whispered, pressing up against the puckered hole. At the other’s nod, he slowly pushed in and groaned deep in his throat. Duo threw his head back, his mouth hanging open and his eyes tightly shut at the sheer length and size of the Japanese man. It felt nothing short of incredible. “Uuh, Heero…” Duo grabbed onto the bed sheets as Heero moved deeper inside. Once the older man was completely sheathed within, they stayed still, just feeling and adjusting. Violet eyes opened slowly and met with cobalt blue ones. Heero smiled and leaned in for a kiss, taking Duo’s legs with him and almost doubling the other backwards. The braided man wrapped both arms around the strong neck and kissed as passionately as he could. Giving one last nibble to the slightly swollen bottom lip, the Japanese man started to plunge into the warm heat. Duo moaned as Heero finally started to move. In and out, going deeper with every thrust, making the bed creak steadily. Still clinging onto Heero, he couldn’t help but pant softly, occasionally letting out a short cry of ecstasy into the other’s ear. The unruly haired man felt a dull ache on his lower back from leaning over but he continued thrusting into the beautiful man underneath him, the pleasure beginning to override all other feelings. “Mmh, Duo… God, you feel incredible.” Duo’s grasp on Heero loosened and he settled his hands on the other’s shoulders. “Heero, I… fast-AHH!!” The braided man gripped onto Heero as his prostate was hit. His moaning became more frequent and more incoherent as his entire mind turned into jelly. He sobbed out loud as the cobalt blue eyed man began stroking his throbbing erection. “Faster… please, faster…” Heero moved almost at a frantic pace with Duo’s pleading. His hand flew up and down Duo’s hard shaft as he himself drove deeper into the warm channel. He felt his lower stomach coiling, signaling his imminent release but he was determined to bring Duo with him. Soon enough, the other man threw his head back and let out a shout, milky white seed shooting out from his tip. That enraptured expression alone pushed Heero over the edge and he came deep within the rubber condom and Duo's passage. Pulling out, Heero collapsed partially onto the other man, breathing heavily. It took a while before he had enough strength to reach over to the dresser where he'd put the now semi-wet towel. Gently, the Japanese man wiped the other’s stomach, smiling softly at the sated expression Duo had on his face. He pulled off his condom and dropped it into the trashcan next to his bed. Duo curled up next to Heero’s strong body and sighed. “Heero…” he whispered, blinking sleepily. The unruly haired man couldn’t help but give the other a long good night kiss before both cuddled up against each other and drifted off to sleep. ~*~*~ *RING* Heero picked up the phone, hoping it was Quatre. “Heero?” “Quatre,” Heero managed to get the greeting out before sneezing a second after. “What’s wrong, Heero? Are you sick?” The Japanese man smiled and shook his head. Always the mother hen. “A cold. Nothing serious. What’s the update on Khushrenada?” “All taken care of.” Heero could almost feel the other’s wink with that reassuring statement. “Khushrenada won’t be causing you problems anymore. Now, why don’t you take the day off and focus on getting well? It sounds like you need it. I’ll cover for you.” “Arigato, Quatre. I’m really grateful for your friendship.” Once again he smiled as he imagined the blonde man’s mouth hanging open in shock due to his out-of-character-ness. The reason for his change was lying in his bed at the moment, resting. “You’re always welcome, Heero,” Quatre replied after collecting himself. “Take care of yourself, okay?” “Will do. Bye.” Heero hung up and made his way back to his room and towards his bed. Looking down at Duo, he smiled affectionately and pulled the covers up. That caused the braided boy to open his bleary eyes. “Hey Heero,” he said, despite the fact his cherry red nose was stuffy. “Sorry I got you sick, too.” Heero chuckled and sat on the bed. “Baka.” He leaned down and dropped a soft kiss on the other’s forehead. “I get to take the day off to take care of you.” Duo smiled and nodded before drifting off to sleep once again. With a fond smile on his face, Heero stayed for a while longer before getting up to make breakfast for his koibito. Owari
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