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"You and Me Could Write a Bad Romance "Written By: Waterliliylf Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. All rights
remain with Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. No profit being
made here. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Yaoi, romance Pairings: 1x2 Summary: Birds do it, bees do it. Even Wufei and Zechs can do it. But can Heero and Duo turn a potentially bad romance into an amazing one? Note 1: This story is dedicated to Sharona, in
appreciation of the wonderful 'Moments of Rapture' website, and for
doing so much to keep the Gundam flame burning. Note 2: Many thanks to Kaeru Shisho for the most
adorable story summary ever, and the odd bit of editing and whatnot. Note 3: This story is set in the same universe
as 'Christmas Camouflaged' and begins at roughly the same time.
"You and Me Could Write a Bad Romance "
Chapter 2 There were some very definite advantages to being best friends with a multi-billionaire, like getting to use his private jet to fly off to the tropical island he'd hired for his wedding. Oh, yeah. Duo'd been in the jet before, of course, plenty of times, but it was the first time he'd been in it alone with Heero, and he'd imagined it would be an excellent opportunity to introduce Heero to the joys of the Mile High Club. The stewardess had served drinks and a selection of snacks, and informed them that Mr. Winner's chef would have dinner ready in a couple of hours and to ring if they wanted anything else. Very charming, very discreet. Then she'd retreated fairly hastily into the galley, closing the door behind her with a firm click that made Duo grin, despite everything. He was willing to bet that anyone who'd worked for Quatre for any length of time was well-versed in knowing when to make a strategic exit. She'd probably got an eyeful once too often, since Trowa didn't give a damn about other people being around and generally just grabbed Quat whenever he felt like it. She'd got it wrong this time though. No chance of the sex happening with her current passengers. Bloodshed, yeah, quite possibly, but not the sex. Duo morosely took a couple more chocolate truffles from the silver tray on his side table, and washed them down with a sip of champagne. He didn't even like the stuff, much, but figured it was an acquired taste, and he'd better acquire it before the wedding when there were bound to be all sorts of toasts to the happy couple and, as Trowa's best man, he'd have to make a few himself. This was all very nice - squashy leather seats that reclined if you wanted, and his own flat-screen TV, and a well-stocked mini-bar a couple of paces away. All good. Of course, it would be even better if Heero would talk to him, but they'd had a massive row two days ago and Heero had been freezing him out since then. Not fair since it was all Heero's fault in the first place, and it had come at the end of a really nice few weeks. Shit. He'd been in Sanq for nearly three weeks after Christmas, and he'd ended up staying at Heero's for most of it. His heating pipes had frozen up, and even after he'd spent a couple of days fixing them, it had seemed kind of normal and nice just to go back to Heero's at night. It wasn't - quite - the longest stretch they'd spent together, but definitely the most domesticated. Since Trowa wouldn't be cleared for field-work for another full month, and was taking time off for the wedding on top of that, Duo had spent the whole time in Sanq. He'd had a day or two shuffling paperwork and files of old cases he and Tro had worked, and then got sidelined into teaching a batch of newbies some basic stealth and infiltration techniques, which had been fun. Then, there'd actually been a couple of days working with Heero, whose department was short-handed after the holidays, and that had been pretty good, especially the twenty minutes they'd spent in the filing room with the door jammed shut. Actually, even the work had been kind of interesting, once he got the hang of it. After that, there'd been a few days in R&D testing out new weapons and security systems, which was amazing, and he'd given a few lectures on some of his more successful cases, and finished up with a literal bang, going out with the bomb disposal guys and blowing shit up. It had all been good, really. He and Heero had driven to and from HQ together; worked out in the Preventers gym or swam in the pool before work; ate lunch at the same table in the canteen. Had a few nice little illicit liaisons; as well as the filing room, there'd been Heero's swivel chair, and the desk Duo had been using, and the photocopier in the main office while everyone else was at lunch. They'd got to do stuff in the evenings and at weekends as well; they'd gone to the movies, and the rifle range, and driven out of town a couple of times to go skiing in the mountains, and met up with Wufei and Zechs for dinner, where those two had been so dreamily adoring and attentive that Duo had dragged Heero into the men's room before desert, and given him a filthy, sloppy blow-job in one of the stalls, just as an antidote to all the sap, and Heero had screwed him over the hood of the car before driving them home. All good, like being a regular couple with 9-5 jobs, and because he was dumb as a bag of hammers sometimes, he hadn't worked it out by himself. He'd been in the elevator, three days ago, with Mason, an agent he knew a little bit by sight. And after one mission in Colombia, they'd known each other very well by sound and touch and taste and smell, for the space of about fifteen minutes in the showers. There'd been a little bit of small talk - Mason was married now; surprise surprise, and they were expecting a baby - and then he'd asked, casually enough, if it was true that Duo had decided to go for the instructor's vacancy or the one in R&D because he'd heard the rumours. Duo had laughed it off, barely, and stormed off to find Heero. God, he was an idiot, and he hadn't seen any of it. It had all seemed so natural; not the first time he'd spent a few weeks in Sanq between jobs, waiting for a mission to come off, or recovering from some injury or other. He'd helped out before in different departments, as needed. Heero had freaking orchestrated the whole thing; showing Duo the options he'd have if he came in from the field; showcasing what their lives could be like. By the time he got to Heero's office, he'd built up such a head of steam, that he practically tore the door of its hinges when he stormed in. 'You bastard!' He took a swing at Heero's head; Heero ducked at precisely the last minute. 'What the hell, Maxwell?' 'You tell me, why don't you?' Duo had yelled. 'You've been setting me up! Who else was in on this little stunt, Yuy? Une, obviously. Anyone else?' 'Duo!' Heero hissed, brushing past him to slam the door shut. 'This is hardly the place...' 'Oh, I think this is exactly the place!' Duo had shot back. 'Considering everyone in this damn place seems to know more about my business than I do, and you've been busy sorting out my whole fucking life without telling me.' 'It's not like that!' 'No?' Duo glared at him. 'Right, then. You tell me, Heero, exactly what it is like, why don't you? Tell me you haven't been making up some sort of agenda to shove me in some nice little department where the worst that can happen to me is a paper-cut. Tell me. What else have you done, you asshole? Told Une I want to give up field work? That I need to be shown all the safe, boring-as-fuck jobs I could do instead? Well, screw you, because I don't want any of them!' 'Duo, shut up!' Heero didn't shout very much; that was Duo's job, so he had actually obeyed, out of sheer shock. 'It wasn't like that! All right, maybe I did mention something to Une about how you might be considering a new position and that it might be useful to let you see your options. That's all. I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of it. You did say you were thinking about quitting as an agent.' 'Thinking about it. Maybe. One day. And I'm making a big deal about you going to your boss, our boss, behind my back and not even telling me. I'll decide when to quit, and I'll decide what I'm going to do, after, and since you pulled this stunt on me, you needn't think you're going to be involved at any stage of it.' Heero had looked really hurt, just for a second, and then his eyes had blazed into Duo's. 'Fine, then. I'm perfectly used to that; to you not wanting me involved in your life.' Duo had stalked out then, and that had been that. They'd had two days of barely talking, beyond making arrangements for the flight. They'd had sex once; no words, no laughter; no affection, not much of anything beyond Heero sliding into him, and now they were flying off to spend two weeks alone on a tropical island, before the two happiest couples in the universe arrived. Shit. Two fucking weeks. Or non-fucking, probably, because there was no damn way he was going to let Heero touch him again while they were like this. He could live with angry sex from Heero, they'd done that before, but not Heero treating him like some nameless hooker he was paying by the hour. The trip had seemed like the best idea ever, when he'd had initially thought of it, and of course Quat had been all over the idea, insisting they take longer than the couple of days they'd originally talked about. And it turned out that Heero had vacation time that he needed to take, and Duo didn't really have anything enthralling on his schedule, and Quat had ended up giving them a list of pre-wedding things to check up on before he and Trowa arrived. Nothing all that arduous; just taking photos around the island, and trying out different menus, and checking the accommodation, and yeah, the resort had someone who co-ordinated weddings, and Quat had hired his own planner, but he'd still wanted his best friend there, keeping an eye on things, and he was officially Tro's best man, so he was stuck with the damn holiday. He didn't know why Heero hadn't just pulled out. Duo drained his champagne; nope, still hadn't acquired the taste. Stupid bubbly stuff. 'Heero, can we talk? Please?' Heero didn't say anything, invisible behind his laptop save for the messy mop of hair. 'Hey,' Duo said to the lid of the laptop. 'You know, even if you do ignore me for the next two weeks, you won't be able to keep the silent treatment up once the others get arrive. Not unless you want them all getting into our business. And I'm pretty sure you don't want that.' No answer. Well, shit. Duo stood up, reached over and slammed the laptop lid closed. With maybe just a little bit more force than was strictly necessary. Heero just rolled his eyes. 'I was working, Duo. That's just childish.' 'Yeah,' Duo snapped back. 'And you sulking and not talking to me 'cause we had a row, that's so mature, right?' 'Well, maybe we had the row because you never seem to consider anything except what Duo Maxwell wants. Maybe I'd rather not see the man I love going off to risk his life every couple of weeks. Did you ever even consider that?' Duo's jaw dropped. 'What did you just say?' Heero glared at him. 'You heard me perfectly well. Oh, don't act stupid. You know I love you, or are you going to pretend we're really just each other's personal fuck-toys or whatever it is you seem to think half the time?' 'No!' Duo stammered. 'I just - I didn't know we were at the point where we said it. You know, out loud.' 'Well, one of us apparently is,' Heero snapped, razors-dipped-in-acid embedded in each syllable. 'I love you too, you fucking asshole,' Duo shot back. If they were going to talk about emotions and all that, there was no damn way he was letting Heero claim the moral high ground. 'And yeah, I get that you're worried about me but you could just try trusting me! Trust that I'm able to look after myself.' His eyes narrowed. 'Is that it, Heero? You don't fucking trust me? What, you think I'm gonna get lonely on assignment and hook up with some random agent? Heero's lip curled. 'Well, you've already slept with most of them.' 'Oh, fucking no!' Duo yelled, because, yeah, OK, he'd been around the track a fair few times, but so what? Wasn't like Heero had given him any reasons not to. 'You did not say that, Yuy.' 'Why not?' Heero demanded coolly. 'It's true, isn't it? You always say you don't lie. Are you planning to start now and say you haven't messed around with half the agency?' 'If I did it was all your fault! What was I supposed to do; sit around with my finger up my ass 'til you got a goddamn clue? Save myself for you?' 'Maybe you could have shown you were interested in me instead of screwing anyone who didn't move fast enough!' 'Well, screw you! Exactly what else could I have done to show I was interested? I did everything short of pretending to fall over and landing on your dick! And if you weren't such a moron, you'd have copped that me screwing anyone that moved was trying to make you jealous so you'd actually do something!' Heero's jaw dropped. 'What?' 'You heard. And maybe if someone had taken his head out of his damn ass years ago, I wouldn't have had to sleep with anyone else who was interested in me. OK, maybe I didn't wait for you, but you knew I was into you, and fuck, Heero, you know what? I did wait, actually. I waited over a year for you to get your shit together after the war before I gave up, and even when I was with other guys, none of it meant a fucking thing because they weren't you, and if you'd given me even a shadow of a hint that you wanted to be with me, I'd never have looked at anyone else in the universe. Never, Yuy. And you know something else? I spent years hoping you'd realise I wanted you, and waiting for you, but I never even thought once about trying to pressure you into something you weren't ready for. Never. So why don't you just think about that?' 'I haven't been pressuring you!' Heero objected, and then had the decency to go red. 'Yeah, you have. Come on, Heero. Be honest. You have, and I trusted you enough to let you make the decision for yourself, when you were ready. So what does that fucking say about who loves the other one more?' 'You didn't ever have to watch me die!' Heero yelled back. 'You didn't have to sit in that hospital after you got shot in Uganda. They didn't think you were going to make it, Duo, for days, and you didn't even know how I felt about you.' 'Yes, I damn well did have to watch you die! Millions of times! I spent the whole bloody war watching you try to kill yourself. Jumping out of windows and blowing up your damn Gundam in front of me and fighting duels and going around the world and practically begging people to kill you, you maniac! And then the whole Libra thing. So don't you dare say I don't know what it's like watching someone you love do stupid stuff and nearly die because I know exactly how it feels to have your heart stop right in your fucking chest! And stop looking at me like that!' God, not like he could work out Heero's expression. Fondness mixed with wonder that Duo had said something amazing. 'You cared that much about me ....during the war? Back then?' 'YES! No! Maybe ...kind of. How was I supposed not to care about you, Heero? You were this total lunatic with a death wish and you didn't kill me, and you wore those stupid shorts all the time and I don't think you said a single nice word to me, ever, and you kept swearing at me in Japanese and...' 'Baka,' Heero said softly. 'Baka yourself,' Duo retorted. He was smiling though. 'Are we ...not arguing now?' 'We don't seem to be, no.' 'That's good, right?' Duo leaned down and licked the tip of his nose. 'Can we go to the make-up sex now? Since we're in this fancy jet and all, I thought we could go for the super-deluxe version.' 'OK.' Heero caught his chin in one hand and kissed him. 'Let me lock the door first. I'd rather none of the crew walked in on us because we're making too much noise or anything.' 'Oh, please,' Duo snorted. 'Like we haven't been yelling at each other for the past however long it is? There's no way they're coming in here; bet Quat has them well trained anyway. Probably terrified to come anywhere near the the main cabin.' He stretched against Heero's body. 'Come on, fly boy. Feels like you're packing some serious heat there. Lock and load.' Best thing ever : super-deluxe sex on a plane. The Earth moving without you even having to do anything. After, they both curled up in Heero's seat, kissing, Duo's hand caressing Heero's softened cock. 'I'm sorry,' he said quietly. 'I get it; you worry about me. I get it, Heero. But it needs to be my decision, to give it up.' 'I know.' Heero pressed closer to him, and Duo sighed. 'I will. I swear. When I'm ready.' 'Don't I get to have any say in your decision?' 'You've had your say, Heero. Trust me, I know exactly where you stand on all this. And just for the record, you know, it's a lot more than you gave me, when you resigned. You never bothered telling me you were going to do that.' 'I did tell you.' 'After you'd done it, yeah. That sucked, you know. We were partners. For over three years. And you just decided to walk away after Uganda, and you never ever talked about it with me, so seriously, I don't really think you can talk any involvement and sharing and shit.' 'We weren't... together, back then.' 'Oh, screw you. We were partners. A team. Friends. OK, there wasn't the sex, but we were together, the two of us.' Heero nuzzled into his neck; an odd sort of almost-argument, this. By this stage, Duo would usually be on his feet and yelling before taking off, and Heero would have gone all blank and emotionless. Maybe they should have all their arguments on a plane in future so they had to stay and fight it out 'til the bitter end. Although there were always parachutes: one of them would probably just jump out if things got too personal. Actually, Heero probably wouldn't even bother with a parachute. 'You never said,' Heero said finally. 'About how you felt.' 'Wasn't much point, was there? You'd decided. Whatever.' Heero kissed him then; a rather clumsy meeting of lips and tongue. 'It was because of you. That I resigned, after the mission in Uganda. You were so badly hurt, and I was blaming myself, and I didn't think you'd ever be back on active duty, even if you did live.' 'Oh, you moron,' Duo swore. 'You fucking baka. Of course it wasn't your fault. It was mine; I rushed the surveillance, didn't sweep the warehouse properly. You know that, Heero.' 'I know, yes,' Heero said promptly, which was a bit unflattering if Duo thought about it. 'But it doesn't change things. You nearly died. Even if I'd stayed on, I couldn't have worked as your partner again, watched you going into danger. Not after that.' 'Don't,' Duo said shortly, sliding one finger against Heero's mouth. 'Just...don't. OK? Please?' He'd known, of course, that it had been hard on his friends, his partner, waking outside his hospital room. He'd never let himself think just how bad it might have been for Heero, especially. He hadn't known that Heero, back then, had cared. Not as anything more than a friend and a work partner. Heero let the finger rest there for a second, silent, and then his lips parted, sucking it in. Duo let him, curled it on Heero's tongue, and Heero licked gently. Duo's eyes met Heero's, wide at the intimacy of it. They'd sucked each other off a million times; never done this. 'You never told me any of that,' he said, wondering. Heero sucked at his finger and kissed the tip, and then let him go. 'Would it have made any difference? To anything? To us?' Duo pulled in a deep breath, placing his hand carefully on his thigh. 'Dunno. Maybe.' He'd never told Heero how hurt he'd felt by his abrupt resignation, never told anyone, although he thought Quatre had guessed. He'd been outwardly supportive; told Heero that of course he had to do what he thought was best for himself, for his career, and organised the leaving party and the gift and slowly began to spend less and less time with his former partner, to put a little distance between the two of them. His friend, supposedly, although friends, partners shouldn't do shit like that. Yet another person who'd gone and left him. 'Yeah. You should have told me.' Heero didn't say anything to that, just rested his head against Duo's shoulder and took one hand in his. Duo didn't say anything either. They didn't have conversations like this, really; and he didn't know what to say, so he just put one arm around Heero's shoulders and hugged him. 'It's OK,' he said a bit aimlessly. 'We both did some stupid stuff, right? And we still ended up together. Must have done something right though, somewhere. I mean, we're on this amazing jet and we're going to stay in this insanely lush resort, that we have all to ourselves for the next couple of weeks. I'd say we're doing, OK, wouldn't you?' The inane babbling clearly worked; Heero lifted his head and he was smiling. 'I meant what I said. Before.' 'Good. Love you too.' Duo kissed the smile, feeling his own lips curving. It was better saying it when he wasn't flinging the words at Heero, like a curse, like a declaration of war. 'We're good, yeah? Ready for a nice little vacation in paradise?' Paradise, truly, he reflected hours later; after the jet had landed, there'd been a short seaplane flight, and then a boat ride to get to their destination. Not Tahiti, actually, but a small island in the same archipelago. Duo had skimmed over the brochures Quatre had sent them on-line; the resort's main accommodation was in an old French colonial mansion, where Quat's sisters and their families would be staying for the wedding. The rest of the guests would be housed in their own private bungalows built over the water. He'd drooled over the photos but they hadn't come within a million miles of the reality. Their home for the next two weeks was in the middle of glittering aquamarine waters. Heero just nodded as they were shown around by their own private butler, clearly wanting the man to go and leave them alone, but Duo's eyes got larger and larger until he felt they were about to pop. OK, he'd stayed in damn fancy places before; Quatre's various homes, and Relena's pretty palace, and a few mansions on assignment, but none - none - of them offered a master bed-room, with a curving wall of glass overlooking the Pacific. Wowsie. He and Heero listened while the butler explained about meals and activities and pointed out their bungalow's special features - hot tub on the deck! - and then smilingly left them alone. 'Oh, my God!' Duo took a flying leap on to the giant bed, landing in a cloud of pillows, and flopped over on to his stomach. 'Did you hear all that? We can get our meals delivered by canoe! We can feed stingrays after lunch! Snorkel with turtles!' He gave Heero his most winsome smile. 'Can we stay here forever? Please?' 'Why not?' Now that they were alone, Heero was about as relaxed as Duo had ever seen him, smiling softly as he walked over to sit on the bed. Nothing like a good screaming match followed by screamingly-good sex to clear the air. Something else was just a little bit different, though. Heero had an unusually soft, intense expression in his eyes when he looked at Duo. It made his stomach feel a bit fluttery, had made him blush a couple of times. 'Cool! Think you can afford it?' They didn't talk about it much, but Heero was pretty damn loaded. Since becoming Preventers' personal IT guru, he'd patented a couple of nifty software packages. Of course, being Heero, he'd bought his house and his car, and put the rest of it into some high-interest investment scheme instead of going out and having actual fun. 'For about two days, probably.' He leaned over and pulled Duo's braid. 'If you like this place so much, you should have taken up with Quatre.' 'Maybe I should've,' Duo teased. 'I bet our little Blondies's a total tiger in the sack. I mean, Tro always looks like the cat who got the canary and the cream, right? Suppose it's too late now though, unless he fancies one last fling before tying the knot. Ow! I was joking! Hands off the hair!' Heero, who'd given his braid another good yank, grinned at him. 'OK, message received. No hitting on Quat. Oh, that's nice.' He shifted closer, resting his head on Heero's leg as Heero began to stroke his braid, very gentle this time. 'Not like he'd ever look at me anyway. Not when Trowa's in the same universe.' 'I'm looking at you,' Heero promised. 'Always.' 'You'd better, or I will go and cruise Quat,' Duo wiggled his ass and got a slap across it. 'Hey! What's with you and all the domestic violence?' 'What's with you and all the talking about having sex with Quatre Winner?' He had one hand moving in slow, lazy circles on Duo's backside; oh, very nice. 'Just joking. You know that. Not planning to sleep with anyone else. Wouldn't have the energy for one thing.' He twined his fingers into Heero's. 'Don't be jealous, 'Ro.' 'I'm not. I know you wouldn't.' 'Good.' He looked into Heero eyes, very directly. 'Look. There's been no-one since you. Since us.' He wasn't - entirely sure if Heero had realised that. Their first time had been all about the sex, and then weeks apart with Duo off in deep cover. They'd never discussed the whole exclusive thing, but after a couple of months, Duo had said they could stop using protection if Heero liked, so clearly...the exclusiveness had been implied, even if he'd never said it straight out. He'd wanted to get tested first, just to be on the safe side. Sure, he'd always been careful. Yeah, OK, to be brutally honest, he'd mostly been careful. He'd been Heero's first; he'd never have been able to forgive himself if he'd passed on anything nasty. Heero didn't say anything at first, just smiled down at him with that look in his eyes again, and Duo's stomach did a couple of back-flips. Deep-down, there was a tiny part of him resenting the fact that Heero had thought...had believed there had been other people, but then again, he probably deserved it. It wasn't like he'd exactly been celibate. Wasn't like he hadn't flaunted the lack-of-celibacy in front of Heero, just a bit, trying to get a reaction. 'So, how 'bout we try out this huge bed for size?' Heero shook his head. 'I'd rather go for a swim. We've been sitting down for hours.' 'Seriously?' Duo didn't mind swimming; it was good exercise and all that, but he wasn't the water baby Heero was. 'Hello! L2 to Heero Yuy!You have me in the world's biggest bed, and you want to go for a swim? Instead of having sex?' Heero grinned. 'I don't think the two necessarily are mutually exclusive.' Duo got another swat on the ass. 'Now, come on. I've been sitting down for the last twenty-four hours.' Duo huffed a little, but let Heero pull him up. 'Fine. Whatever. But if you keep hitting my butt like that, Yuy, you won't be getting anywhere near it.' 'No? I thought you liked it.' 'Huh. Well, I don't.' Not entirely true, but Heero didn't need to know quite how much he did like it, on occasion. Duo stuck his nose in the air, walked over to his suitcase. OK, maybe there'd be some advantages to going for a swim. Heero's trunks weren't quite as fitted as his old spandex shorts, but they were shorter, and clung in all the right places...to all the right places. 'Duo? What are you doing?' 'Uh, getting changed? For swimming?' Heero laughed. 'Why bother? There's no one else here.' Duo turned, smiling. 'You want to go skinny dipping?' 'Why not?' 'Why not, right.' He took Heero's hand as they walked outside to the deck, just because it felt right. Just the two of them, in paradise. The water was warm and limpid and crystal clear and there were shoals of multi-coloured psychedelic fishes swimming around them. OK, he could like swimming when it was like this. Especially when Heero wound both arms around him, and backed him into the shallower water under the bungalow, up onto their private beach. 'All right?' Heero asked softly, quite a while later. 'Yeah,' Duo said. Mostly true. Honestly, his ass hurt like hell; seawater and a bit of spit didn't exactly make the best lubricants, and he'd been way too impatient to let Heero spend enough time stretching him, and he had sand in places where he shouldn't have sand - places that were sore enough without extra irritants, but there was no way he was telling Heero any of that, spoiling what they'd had. Besides, he was all right, really. 'I'm good. Great.' He shifted carefully on to his side, pressing closer to Heero's body. 'Should be like this all the time. Perfect, seriously. So ...easy.' Heero put both arms around him. 'Maybe it can be.' Duo snorted through his nose: shit, he had sand there as well. 'This is us, right? Better enjoy it while we can.' ~ * ~ |
