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"Jet Black New Year"Written By: Miss Murdered Disclaimer: I don't own the GW characters - am
just borrowing to torment for my amusement Rating: R Warnings: boys kissing though implied sexual content,
sap, fluff, bad language, clichéd-ness Pairings: 1x2 Summary: Duo is stuck on a mission on New Years Eve and just wishes he could kiss Heero at midnight. A/N: Title taken from Jet Black New Year by Thursday
though no real inspiration from that song…and this is when this
is the same Heero/Duo that were in my fic Mr Reckless from a long
time ago if people notice that kinda thing... A big thanks to ELLE for the beta and her (not
so gentle) encouragement to post as I was just gonna let this one
sit on the hard drive. Hope everyone enjoys New Years Eve whatever your
plans are!
"Jet Black New Year "
"Hey!" Duo said, glancing up at his partner
who had leaned over, his voice low and face close. "If you don't stop doing that you will not make
it into next year." The same threat from a lesser man would not have made
Duo Maxwell quiver – all-star Preventer agent, former war hero,
ace pilot and general all-around professional bad-ass – but from
Trowa Barton it made him swallow, nod and agree. As Trowa was a sneaky
bastard – one that could quite easily slit his throat in the
middle of the night and make it all appear as though it was an accident.
Duo had "accidentally slit his own throat" or something
of the sort would be in the official report. There would be no evidence.
No way to trace the incident back to the tall man and Duo would be
the one to blame. After all, he knew he had been difficult to be partnered
with on this mission and he would fully deserve whatever punishment
Trowa wanted to bestow on him. Maybe death was a little harsh. Then
maybe it wasn't when he'd spent most of the last three days on edge
and an on edge Duo Maxwell was not one that was easy to live with.
Trowa was a very patient guy – not the sort to make regular death
threats – but it seemed that Duo had pushed him too far. "Okay," he agreed as Trowa's hand left his
and Duo leaned back in the chair, his hands behind his head. "I
just wish this goddamn sleeper cell wasn't so fuckin' sleepy is all.
Just do the goddamn deal." Trowa only raised one eyebrow, the one that Duo could
see clearly, and leaned back in his own chair as they watched the
feeds from the warehouse as the terrorist cell who called themselves,
unoriginally, Jet Black, did nothing much of interest. They had been on surveillance on and off for three days
– only given some time for sleep as another team switched with
them on a rotation. And the sleep had been in a shared hotel room
with Trowa which meant they had spent 72 hours in each other's company.
And all that time they had been waiting for the sleeper cell to do
something worthy of the Preventers sweeping in and that had not yet
happened. Surveillance wasn't really Duo Maxwell's style –
he had told Une that with his usual disregard for authority and she
had told him he was doing it despite it not being to his "taste."
She was still probably smarting at him for calling her the "psycho
bitch from hell" as a joke. A little too loudly but to be fair
she deserved that title, setting it up so that he and Heero were not
just separated at New Year's but as far away from each other as seemingly
possible. Duo was not sentimental. Hell, neither was Heero. They
were young, they had the world's coolest yet most dangerous job, and
when they were together things were good – hot and heavy, hands
all over each other kinda good – but that could change rapidly
and go to not seeing each other for long periods as missions were
scheduled opposite one another and they were never in the same place
at the same time. Maybe it was because they'd done some inappropriate
things a few months ago around HQ – maybe fucking in the cleaning
supply closet was not the most mature thing to do and maybe Duo blowing
Heero in one of the staff kitchens – just out of view of the
security camera but still in view enough – was not the best idea
either but Une didn't need to punish them like this. As while Duo
had no real attachment to holidays – Christmas came and went
with him alone, Heero working and he had enjoyed the vacation day
in his apartment, walking around in boxer shorts, sleeping, eating
cold pizza and drinking cheap beer. However, while Christmas had not
bothered him, the fact that they were both on missions on New Year's
was just plain irritating. Duo didn't hold for many traditions or give a damn but
they had barely seen each other for the entire month of December and
most of November – only a memorable weekend where they'd barely
left Heero's bed and then a few scattered vid calls – a few "I
miss you" messages and a few less innocent messages – promises
of what would happen when they were finally together again. And it was all Quatre's fault that Duo was annoyed about
New Year's as he had been talking about his New Year's party. Though
Duo was glad he was avoiding it as it would've been depressing without
Heero's dry sense of humour and scathing critiques of the other guests
muttered under his breath, one thing Quatre had said was still stuck
in Duo's head. The thing about kissing someone on the stroke of midnight
– that New Year's kiss that was meant to say how much you wanted
that person in your life and how you felt. Duo knew it was impossible that he'd be kissing Heero
at midnight as last time he'd checked Heero was in Boston and he was
on L3 and neither of their missions were complete. So despite a tentative
message and despite Duo's desire to kiss Heero at midnight, to somehow
solidify everything and make it something more than just a kiss –
a promise into next year, a show of affection, want, desire, need
– he knew it wasn't going to happen so he just glared at the
damn screens. "Seems they are getting less sleepy," Trowa
said dryly as the first sign of any action appeared on the screen
and Duo sat up straight in response as finally – three days late
– something was happening. As the deal was discussed in the warehouse, they checked
weapons and their own Kevlar and Preventer gear, listening in to the
discussion of weapons and nuclear armaments and they knew it was time,
Trowa radioing in orders until they were ready to enter the warehouse
in a blaze of glory and gunfire. Though Duo was kinda pissy about missing Heero, the
one thing he would always live for was the mission – the firefight,
the feel of a weapon in his hands and the knowledge that he was making
the earth sphere a little safer. Once inside the warehouse, Duo went
back into Shinigami mode, was able to tackle a runaway terrorist to
the ground before he could fire on one of his comrades in an almost
stupid move and jump out of the way just in time as a small explosion
rocked the building. It was over quickly, always was, the heat of battle
warming his blood, his eyes occasionally meeting Trowa's across the
room as men were apprehended, cuffed – some tried to run until
the Preventer team had them all, sat on the floor, all ready to be
moved to vans, processed and rigorously interrogated. And it was as
Duo was cuffing a guy with enough manners to spit at him, that he
looked up and saw a familiar figure in the doorway of the warehouse. There Heero was – looking unruffled, damn perfect
in the midst of the aftermath of an explosion –whereas Duo was
thoroughly ruffled – covered in dust and dirt and probably some
blood. His feet moved before his brain caught up, his body automatically
drawn towards Heero, each step bringing him closer. It was unprofessional
to run, to run into Heero's arms or whatever, but it didn't stop Duo's
footsteps over the rubble and bloodstains, his need to get to Heero
deep down in his gut. "Heero… what the fuck?" he asked as soon
as he was close enough, his voice low, his face downcast. "You said you wanted to kiss at midnight." Duo gaped at the answer but could only smirk as he looked
to meet Heero's eyes straight on. "You're late, 'Ro," Duo teased and he could
feel Trowa roll his eyes from across the room despite the fact he
was meant to be apprehending criminals. Hell, that's what Duo was supposed to be doing but his
partner seemed to giving him slack – maybe due to the foul mood
he'd been in the last three days. Though while he knew Trowa was giving
him some slack he'd be doomed with his superiors – and there
was no way he was not getting written up for Heero's appearance. Fuck
did he care. Heero looked confused, a look that Duo found kinda sweet
in a weird way as he stepped closer. "It's nearly one –
you missed midnight by like an hour, Heero." There was a moment of realisation in blue eyes and a
mumbled "fucking time zones" and Duo couldn't help the grin
that lifted the corner of his mouth upwards. "You missed that? Thought you were perfect and
all." Heero gave him "the Look" – the one that
suggested he best shut up. "Do you know what I had to damn do
to get here?" "No, I don't," Duo answered, his hand reaching
out as he didn't. He didn't need to know when Heero's mission had
finished, how he'd got to this particular colony in the L3 cluster,
if he'd had to threaten, kill or bribe men as none of it mattered.
"All that matters is you're here." "It's not midnight," Heero said, aware of
the tradition, and of the need for the kiss to take place at exactly
midnight as Duo had told him that and that was Heero – so literal. Duo's only response to that was for the hand that was
on Heero's cheek to slide to the back of his neck, to lean in and
to brush lips tentatively at first, to press them to Heero's and to
then feel Heero's response, his mouth opening, his tongue peeking
out, their movements syncing, opposing. Heero's fingers reached for
the back of his head, the braid as they always damn did – instinctive
as they'd always been. That's how it'd been all along – instinctive, closed
eyes, open hands, needy kisses, pushing and pulling, and Duo lost
himself, forgot that he was on a damn mission, that they'd been apart
for nearly two months, as it felt right. He loved the small things
– how he could taste Heero's last coffee, smell his sweat over
the scent of gunpowder, how he could drown in the touch of his soft
hair and the feel of his tongue, the way his lips were always chapped,
how his jaw had that touch of stubble. It was only as Trowa coughed,
loudly, for the benefit of the assembled agents and terrorists that
the kiss stopped though Duo lingered for a second before moving back,
wiping his lips with the sleeve of his Prev jacket. "It don't matter that it ain't midnight maybe I
just wanted to kiss you." Heero looked a little incredulous at that. "So
I didn't need to hijack that shuttle?" "You did wha…" Duo started before he
saw the slight smile on Heero's face. "Ha, funny. You didn't
though?" "No." "I just kinda…" Duo shrugged, his head
looking back to what he was supposed to be doing and glad that his
partner was more understanding than others. He did kinda worry what
lengths it had taken Heero to get here but in the end he didn't want
to know. It was safer that way. "Never mind. I'm just glad you
got here, 'Ro, even if you didn't make midnight." "Me too," Heero replied and Duo felt a hand
on his jaw, a rough thumb on his chin to tilt his face for another
slide of lips, the kiss more gentle but with the lingering promise
of more. "I guess you should do your job." "Yeah… but you'll be around?" Heero nodded, his hands going to his pockets as Duo
looked to the action taking place that he should've been a part of
– he knew he would get written up for that kiss – written
up at the very least. A suspension was pretty damn possible but he
didn't fucking care as Heero gave an almost shy little glance before
walking away. And Duo watched for a moment, the smell of detonated
explosives in the air, watching the guy he'd fallen too damn hard
for walk away. A guy who'd travelled from earth to the fucking colonies
just to try kiss him at midnight. Duo shook his head a little and
whispered "happy New Year, Heero" before turning to his
job and processing the rest of the Jet Black terrorist cell. ~ * ~
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