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"Diary of a Protected Witness"Written By: Snowdragonct Disclaimer: Don’t own any part of Gundam
Wing or the characters, more’s the pity. This is for fun...no
profit involved. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU , yaoi, swearing (lots), some OOC
(probably), violence, drugs, sex, Pairings: 1X2X1, 3X4, 5XC, (past 2X3X2, 6X2) Summary: Ever wonder what was running through Duo's mind at certain points in"Witness Protection?" Here are snippets of his point of view...a companionfic, that will not rehash the entire plot, but offer a new perspective ofcertain events. A/N: This fits with chapters sixteen and seventeen
of Witness. " Diary of a Protected Witness"
That shower was heavenly. I hadn’t realized how grubby I’d felt—but after a day in the hospital and two more in a car—I really needed a nice hot shower. I needed even more than that; someone to show me a little affection, someone to actually care about me, someone who’d let me talk about Zechs and how much I was gonna miss him. But those things were far, far away—along with a pair of reassuring green eyes and a soft, intimate smile I missed almost as much as I missed Zechs. Yeah, Trowa had been my support so many times. He was comfort and solace and friendship incarnate. I should’ve made them let him come with me—but then, he had a life—one that wasn’t up for grabs like mine was. It wouldn’t have been fair to drag him into this any more than I already had. But I missed him. I missed the way he’d taken care of me the night of the murder. Why couldn’t my two babysitters muster up a little concern like that, hm? Did they have to treat me like I was trash? Yeah, I’d shacked up with a crime lord. I knew what Zechs did—what he was. But there was more to him than that; and they didn’t understand the human side of Zechs Merquise. They didn’t want to. And they wanted to paint me just as bad. I mean, sure, I was no saint. But I also wasn’t a high profile syndicate leader. I was just the guy who’d loved one. Okay—enough self-pity—right? I finished my shower, dried off, and pulled on the leather pants I’d brought as a change of clothes. Um, I suppose I could try to say I wasn’t wearing them to attract attention. But that’d be a lie. I knew exactly how good my ass looked in those snug slacks, and I wanted to torment my captors a little more. Not that it would faze Chang—though he was such a prude he was easy to embarrass. No, I had it more in mind to faze Yuy—to maybe see if he was really hetero after all. Like I’d said, I was willing to pull out all the stops to seduce him. And the first step would be ascertaining his sexual orientation. At the very least, he might be bi, right? And in that case, his girlfriend could just kiss off, once I got my hands on him. When I strolled back out to the kitchen, the Gods were smiling on me, and Yuy was at the table scowling over his precious laptop computer. But even from the corner of my eye, I saw him look up and lick his lips. “See something you like, Heero?” He was totally frozen, his mouth slightly agape and his eyes—his dark, lust-filled eyes—focused on my too-tight pants. Fuck heterosexual! The man was absolutely gay—and hot for me! Score! Goddamn I wanted him. Right then and there. I set down the bottle of water I’d grabbed and walked slowly towards him, taking my time, and very deliberately swiveling his chair to face me. And then I settled my weight on his lap, my legs spread on either side of him—a wide-open invitation if ever there was one. I so needed to get laid. “Tell me what you want,” I breathed, leaning in until our lips were brushing, every nerve in my body on fire with wanting him. “Y’want me?” Please say “yes!” “No!” His hand settled in the middle of my chest, its heat just about burning a hole through me—and he shoved hard enough to slide me off his lap and into an unceremonious heap on the floor. Fuck and double-fuck! So goddamned close! “What the fuck are you trying to do, Maxwell?” “That about sums it up,” I told him frankly, trying to soothe my ruffled pride by adopting a careless attitude. “Thought it’d help pass the time, y’know—if we fucked.” “I’m not—. Not interested!” Hm—that’s a double negative, Yuy. I got up and brushed myself off, trying to gather my dignity as well as rein in my libido. “When your brain catches up to your dick, Yuy, and you admit what you want, you know where to find me.” I made my exit, my skin still tingling from that one touch of his hand. I seriously wanted that man. I wanted to push and prod and tease until he couldn’t deny his urges any more, and all that pent up passion came pouring out. God, I bet he’d be fuckin’ incredible in bed! He was all about discipline and self-containment—and I wanted to break down every ounce of self-control he had. I wasn’t sure when it got to be about more than teasing him. It had started out as a diversion—flirting with the stern, heterosexual cop. But somewhere along the line, I’d realized he wasn’t heterosexual—he was in denial. And that made him suddenly accessible. And I wanted access. It would help pass the time—like I’d said. And maybe it would ease some of the loneliness and tension that was already dredging up new nightmares to take the place of my old ones. I honestly wasn’t sure I could sleep, after being so close to feeling that hard-muscled body on top of me. I guess I needed to let loose just as much as the uptight cop did. I needed to get lost in sensory overload—to feel instead of think. But until and unless Yuy stopped fighting me, I wasn’t going to find that kind of solace here. I swear, my bedroom felt as cold as a tomb, in spite of the thick comforter on the bed and the state-of-the-art heating system. And I knew damned well that if I slept, it wouldn’t be for long, and it wouldn’t be peaceful. So I just pulled out my sketch pad and started drawing. Maybe I could capture an image of a sunrise before the memory faded. And at the very least, I’d ward off sleep and the nightmares it would bring.
By morning, I’d switched to listening to music and reading a book, still trying to keep myself awake and amused. I sure as hell wasn’t going to mess with Yuy again until he’d cooled off. Yeah, I guess I pissed him off a bit. But if that’s what it took to push him into taking action—well, I was willing to piss him off a whole lot more. When he and Chang came busting into the room, though, I decided they’d crossed a very irritating line. I mean, it’s one thing to have a set of rules in place—and another to harp on them. My one little cigarette was not going to make the house uninhabitable, for crissakes! But sure enough, after breakfast when Yuy invited me to walk around the yard with him, I knew something was up. And when I saw Chang puttering around the house with some tools in hand, I had a pretty big clue as to what it was. I played dumb for Yuy’s benefit—and tested the waters a bit more—just to keep myself entertained. “Somehow, this wasn’t how I pictured you an’ me screwing.” He rolled his eyes, looking more amused than angry, so I decided to press my luck. Hell—press it? I ran over it with a steam roller. “I take it Wuffers doesn’t know you’re gay.” “I’m not!” “Oh, right. That bulge in your pants last night was what—my imagination?” “You must’ve been dreaming.” “Wet dreaming.” And wasn’t that the God’s honest truth? “Goddamnit, Maxwell! I’m not interested! I don’t know how many times or ways I have to say that! Now get the fuck out of my way so I can find what I dropped!” What a lying sack of shit he was! Not interested? His body had already betrayed the fact that he was. But when he shoved me aside, I’d had enough sniping for the moment, and stormed off into the house to try to occupy myself with television again. Maybe I could catch another nap on the couch, since I still wasn’t used to sleeping nights. And if I was really lucky, maybe I wouldn’t dream. tbc... |
