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"Dangerous Valentines"Written By: Nix Winter Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I think Bandai does in the US. I writing this story as original and fan fic because I couldn't make up my mind and well, Heero and Duo are just more fun. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Angst, Citrus, Violence Pairings: 1x2x1 Summary: After EW by quite a bit. The boys are
late twenties. Heero is a doctor. Duo is Preventer. They're married.
As he held him, Malory knew that the evil had not killed love. Love was the strongest power. It felt to her, as if the whole world cheered. That was the world she thought they were creating. The world wasn't supposed to be run by evil people who would do anything to keep profits high and culture stable. In front of her, on her desk a strip of lights blinked steadily. When each one went out, the bombs would be defused. And the government would be ruined. That was the most enduring goal. Aman did not die to bring a corrupt raft of vultures into power. The world is unforgiving. The first light went on her bank of life lights. The innocent man was dead. She hated them. There was no law, no justice, just a lot of kids who thought they could make anything they wanted of the world! The scent of smoke darkened her mood, leeching up from even darker memories. She felt a sharp flash of guilt for the death she'd caused. She turned towards the door, saw real smoke, not just acidic memory. In a blink there was Aman, not a skeleton, but Aman, a mail sack over his shoulder, his hand held out to her. She reached for his hand, her heart swelling with joy to see him. It was as if someone tapped her forehead. For a moment she was falling backwards into her seat, but Aman kept hold of her hand and instead of falling backwards, it was just all the weight of sorrow and grief that fell away. It was as though she could breath for the first time in years. Aman pulled her close and beyond his arm, she could see two fully armored personal sized mechs. Before she could turn to look at where she'd been sitting, Aman's hand caressed her face. "Come deliver mail with me? The past is gone." "Okay." Plans are car wreck. Threatening world governments, directly threatening very dangerous people, no matter how well planned out is like thinking that driving drunk and speeding are going to get you home in time to study for the final that will save your degree. Some times it's better to just be the a mail carrier. <><> The evening sun laid warm shadows over Duo and Heero where they slept on Heero's desk. In the warm light Duo's hair had an almost auburn hue. Heero held Duo to him, an arm around his back, blue eyes watching the ceiling. "Duo," Heero said gently, "Wake up." "Um," Duo groaned. "If we're dead, it's a lot less painful than I expected." "We are alive," Heero confirmed. "The lines of unknown substance in my brain, that we didn't now the cause or reason of, they are active." Duo scrambled up to stare into Heero's eyes. "Do you still love me?" "I'm still human," Heero said, sliding his fingers into loose violet-blue hair. "I will always love you. I can also tell you that Trowa and Quatre are in the elevator on their way up to our floor." "You're not going to go away, not be like you were in the war, you promise?" Duo's words came out in a tumble, tears gathering at the edges of his eyes. "Don't leave me." Heero caressed Duo's hair, soothing. "I won't. I promise. I promise, Duo, I will never leave you." "You can't really know that," Duo whispered, remembering his husband in past violent times. "What they did to you...." "I can know," Heero promised, trying to soothe as deeply as he could. Hand behind Duo's head, he pulled up into a kiss, deep and penetrating. They were still kissing when the elevator dinged and opened. "Okay, breathe people," Trowa complained. "I know you heard the elevator." Moving as if they were of one mind, they ended up with their legs dangling over the edge of Heero's desk, Duo held in Heero's arms. "So?" "It's over," Quatre explained, half leaning on the taller Trowa. A survey of his friend's stance and expression, before he'd even thought about doing it, told him that Quatre wasn't wounded physically. Heero wrapped his arms tightly around Duo, holding onto him for grounding and courage. "We're done. We're leaving Earth." "Really," Trowa said, eyes narrowing, searching Duo's eyes for confirmation. "What he said," Duo agreed. He laid his hand on Heero's arm in support. "If Heero says we're leaving, we're leaving. I already quit my job. At least I think I did. It's been a rather intense day." "Since when is having sex on the desk intense," Trowa asked, deadpan. "Since we thought we were going to die, jerk. Did you take the aggressor?" "Yes." "We don't want to talk about it," Heero said. Something in his voice told Duo that Heero knew what he was talking about. "Fine. The world didn't fucking end. It's still Valentine's Day. I want pizza. Are you guys going off rock with us?" Trowa tilted his head, looked at Quatre. Quatre shook his head. "No. I think I want to go into politics." Duo jumped down, rolling and stretching the shoulder that had been against the hardwood desk. "So you're going to commit suicide by sniper and reincarnate outbound with us?" Duo grinned playfully. Behind him, Heero rolled his eyes and grunted. The sound reassured Duo that his lover really wasn't going to disappear into a cloud of programming and brainwashing left over by a group of evil hacks. "I don't think it's quiet that bad," Quatre said, naturally political. "We're leaving," Heero stressed again. "If we stay here, I will end up killing someone. I'm not going to let anyone hurt Duo." Duo leaned back a little, a little to the side so he could look up at his valentine. "I can take care of myself, you know." "I know," Heero agreed. He brushed a kiss across Duo's lips, lingering at the corner of his mouth. There were just so many things said that could not be spoken. "I want to go somewhere safe with you." "Anywhere, any sun," Duo agreed, "As long as it's with you." ~ * ~ End |
