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"Destination Eden"Written By: Lisa-chan
Disclaimer: The G-boys are not mine. I only use
them for loads of fun and for putting them in compromising situations
and stuff. Rating: NC-17 Warnings: yaoi, shounen-ai, voyeurism, slight
het, blood, angst, sap, OOCness, Relena-bashing, OC, AU on Duo’s
behalf. Pairings: 1x2x1, 1x3, 2x4, hints of 2+OC, 4x3
implied Summary: AC\200. The war is over,
total peace reigns. Heero loves Duo. Duo loves Heero. Only neither
one is aware of the others feelings. Who will make them find out? Author: Lisa-chan Author’s e-mail: m.van_kerckvoorde@planetinternet.be
Author’s note: This fic is a rewritten version
of a fic I once wrote, called Nobody’s perfect. Some might recognize
it. I’ve added parts of both Duo and Heero’s past, Duo about
his life on the street, Heero about his harsh training with Doctor
J. The original story, the one in their present lives, basically stayed
the same. I’ve also added a prologue and epilogue. I have indicated
AU on Duo’s behalf, especially concerning his past. No Maxwell
church, no sister Helen, no Sweepers on his fourteen years old. He
did meet Solo. But I’m gonna stop rambling now before I give
everything away. Don’t let the het scare you away, I promise
some good boys on boys action ahead ^_~ Well, enjoy! Reviews would
be nice. Thoughts in Italics ~o~O~o~ indicates flashback Thousands of thanks to Shenlong for the beta reading
^_^ ~*~*~ Destination Eden
Today was finally the day. Every hour of the day since he'd awoken, it had been in his head and at night he had seen everything in his dreams. But today it would happen for real. Invitations, picking out a party room, formalities at the town hall, he had all taken it with a smile. His engagement to Duo had flown past and neared perfection. That morning, a hurricane had passed through Heero’s house. Heidi had made it her personal task to force his hair down, which seemed to be pretty darn impossible. Stubborn locks kept on escaping the styling gel and the girl was close to desperation. In the mean time, Quatre was in a tearing hurry to wash a 'just discovered stain' out of Heero’s jacket -how did that get there anyway?- not to mention the ruck in his own pants. Somewhere amidst the bowls of cereals and mugs of coffee, Heidi’s lipstick and mascara had got lost, and where the hell did that hairspray go? They had stuck to the usual tradition that bride and groom, in this case groom and groom, weren’t allowed to see each other twenty-four hours prior to the wedding. Duo had spent the night with Trowa, together with Wufei and even Hilde, while Quatre and Heidi had kept Heero company in his last hours as a free man. Several scenario’s of how Duo’s night may have been spent played in Heero’s head, all striving to be the most foolish. Baka. Probably been painting the town red and now he couldn't get out of his bed with his hangover. In Heero’s bedroom, six other guests were waiting patiently until it was time to leave for the church. They had decided for themselves that that was probably the safest place in the house and Heero hadn’t objected when they had asked him. He agreed with them after all. There was only one woman in the kitchen. One woman, but she counted for ten. Heero, let me help you with that bow tie. Quatre, honey, how is that jacket doing? Look at your pants! Has someone see the hairspray? Where are my shoes? Heero, what have you done to your hair? Heidi darling, where did your common sense go? The ride to the church passed off less chaotically, thank God. It was remarkably quiet on the streets and all hail! For once no diversion to be seen. Heero stepped out of the car and followed by his entourage, made his way to the entrance of the church where he was greeted by the priest. He was warmed to hear that Duo was already waiting for him. Look at that, the scatterbrain was actually on time. He let Heidi and his other six guests take their place in the pews and watched the priest go to the altar. The big organ started playing and the guests stood up and faced the entrance of the church with expectant eyes. “Are you nervous?” Quatre whispered. “A little,” Heero replied with a quick smile. “Just promise me you won't laugh when I faint, okay?” Laughing, Quatre pulled Heero’s bow tie into place and offered him his arm. “Come on. It will be alright.” Duo followed the gaze of the guests and could only stare as he saw Heero slowly approaching him. His own smile faded in comparison to Heero's and he could’ve sworn the sparkles in his eyes had never been brighter. Maybe he didn’t believe in God, but he wanted to do this for Heero. Heero did believe, this was important to him and he believed too in a way. He believed in a love that would never fade, a life with Heero that would last forever and that he would cherish as long as he lived. His past undoubtedly would rear its ugly head every now and then, from both of them, but that’s where it would stay: in the past. It would be kept safely in their heads, under lock and key and if it still found a little hole to escape through, then they would be all the more happy with their present life. He was very grateful to his friends. He had been trapped in a world where dreams didn’t exist, where luxury, comfort and love were nothing more but far away fairy tales. A street life where you didn’t have to wonder what you would be doing next week, but whether you’d still be there next week. Just when he started wondering if he would ever use his good looks for anything other than making money, a blonde angel took him to a dark haired love god, a love god he was now about to marry. With a deep sigh, Heero forced his feet to go at the same pace as Quatre. Yes, he actually had to force them. They were weak from the nerves tearing through his body when he saw Duo standing there, almost with tears in his eyes. You have cried so much. You have shed so many tears, Heero mused. A boy that had been prematurely forced into adulthood. Today I swear to you, my love, the only tears that will tumble from your eyes will be tears of happiness; no longer of pain and misery. You smile at me, a smile even the angels would be jealous of, and I will do everything in my power to never let that smile disappear from your face. Duo’s eyes radiated love and told him: Thank you for living through the war and the tyranny of Doctor J. And his own eyes answered him: Thank you for being there for me, for supporting me and giving me a reason to live through the war and the tyranny of Doctor J. What would he be doing now if he hadn’t had Duo, if he hadn’t listened to him. He didn’t know. One thing he did know, was that life would suck. For years, Duo had been an imitation of love for people without a face who paid him. With Heero it was real love and he received that love without having to pay one single penny. And Heero did have a face, a face he would never forget and would carve into his memory forever. Duo had bared his battered soul to Heero and of all the girls and boys he could’ve had, he had picked Heero, had trusted him enough to heal it. Without ever having asked for it, their eyes had made contact. Destiny. People sometimes say you can never avoid destiny. Well, even if they’d had the choice they’d refused to avoid it. Destiny had made them both unhappy, had pushed one in the gutter, the other in the hands of a maniac. But that destiny could also be indulgent and honeysweet, was something this marriage was proof of. After they had said their vows to each other and the rings were exchanged, the ceremony was sealed with a kiss. A wet smooch, as Duo preferred calling it. Knowing that Duo would rather have the whole fuss over and done with, Heero took his hand and pulled him out of the church where they were still delayed for pictures and tons of rice. The bright sunlight had an almost blinding effect and they had to shield their eyes. “Congratulations, old buddy,” they suddenly heard behind them. Duo froze. It was a voice he would recognize anywhere, but didn't expect. He looked at Heero. What was that stupid grin on his face? What was going on here?! As he turned around, he felt the street disappearing from under his feet. “Solo!!” he hollered. “Benoît! Marco, Clady, Micky! You’re all… Heero, they’re all here! Are you behind this?” Benoît took a step forward and looked at Heero with his eyes half squeezed shut. “So, are you the unfortunate one?” “Benoît!” Solo hissed from the bear hug he was trapped in. “My name’s Heero,” Heero smiled, offering his hand. “You’re Benoît, I assume?” “How do you know that?” “Intuition.” Benoît shrugged carelessly and shook his head in a nonchalant manner. “Well, Heero, I wish you all the luck you can get with him.” “Benoît,” someone called again, Micky this time. “Remember your manners, will ya?!” “Shut up, kid. You’re still too young to meddle in these kinds of matters,” Benoît said, rubbing a disdainful hand over the still equally as ginger head. “Hey, I’m already sixteen years old, you know!” Micky reminded him. “You’re already sixteen?” Duo said surprised. “Dear God, is it been eight years since we last saw each other? Hold on Solo, then you are… twenty-four now?” “Kiss to the teacher and a desk to the front,” Benoît smirked. “So, tell me. How have you been? Do you still live in one of those homes?” “Home, my ass,” Solo grinned. “I’ve since long left that place. I got a good job now and we’re cozily living together, the two of us.” He looked behind to the boy who shyly hid behind his back and took his arm. “This is Simon.” “Oh, your boyfriend?” “Nope.” He raised his hand and waved it in front of Duo’s eyes. Gold sparkled around his finger. Yes, real gold, he still couldn’t believe it himself. “You’re kidding me, aren’t ya?” Duo said amazed. “I’m not.” “You?” “Yes.” “Come here!” Again a bear hug. “Congratulations. You too, Simon.” “Say, Duo, where is that Quatre guy who found all those homes for us? Never got the chance to thank that fellow.” Heero watched as his brand new husband tiptoed away and stuck his head above the crowd in search of a blonde head. He looked at the sky. The weather was brilliant, everyone was laughing or smiling. He was happy; and everything was just like it had been in his dream. Owari
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