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"The Band"Written By: t-shirt Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are
copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties.
I make no money with this fic. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU/Romance, Angst, fluff, mention of
the inappropriate fondling of a minor (brief/past incident), sap,
my corky humor , ^_^ Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5x????? Oh my! Summary: Hiiro and Duo discover the road to success
is sometimes as easy as simply following your heart. "The Band" Ch 3
(*1) I held your Even if it's in broken speech, I want to protect that look in your eyes Just wild beat communication Just wild beat communication I want to spend the night Through kisses, more than words, I want to gaze at you, painfully, intensely. Just wild beat communication Just wild beat communication Just wild beat communication Just wild beat communication Just wild beat communication Upon the last tremor of the last word of the song Duo fell to his knees as his band mates looked on in shocked amazement. Even the usual complaints from Mrs. Udon had ceased and all lay deathly quite save for the labored breathing of one, slightly shaken violet eyed boy. ‘I can’t do this,’ he whispered dropping his microphone on the floor and with a loud thud and a squeal of feedback he drew himself to his feet and left. ‘Daaaamn,’ Wufei exclaimed. ‘You wrote that?’ he asked skeptically of their lead guitarist but Hiiro was lost gazing at where Duo had been. ‘Is he coming back?’ Quatre asked softly. ‘It’s late anyway,’ Trowa reminded them all laying his sticks down. ‘Yeah,’ Wufei agreed. ‘He’s still going to sing tomorrow right?’ Quatre asked as they prepared to leave. ‘He’ll be ok,’ Trowa assured him. ‘I don’t get it,’ the blond boy sighed. ‘Why’d he get so upset? I thought it was wonderful. Maybe I should go talk to him.’ ‘Leave it alone,’ Wufei interjected in a tone that brooked no room for argument and served to put a neat end to the conversation. No one brought up the new song at practice the next day since Duo not only showed up but seemed in very high spirits since this would be their debut performance as a team. Unlike their usual gigs Jo ended up showing up about halfway through the set showing some real interest in them for a change. This only served to fire Duo up even more which fired the crowd up which brought the police out for crowd control which so totally thrilled the braided boy he ended up diving into the audience and being carried about like a beach ball then dumped back on the stage laughing like a lunatic. Only Trowa really noticed the fact that he hadn’t once draped, pawed or otherwise man handled Hiiro through the entire performance like he usually did, a fact that showed in the Japanese boy’s performance. ‘Whoooooooooo! That was freaking awesome! Did you see that?! They actually carried me around! Now, you cannot tell me you had a problem with that performance!’ the long haired boy chattered as they filed into Jo’s office, the owner hot on their heals this time. ‘Wow! I can’t believe the energy out there,’ Quatre gushed bouncing on his heals. ‘You sure don’t get anything like that in a concert hall!’ ‘You were great!’ Trowa beamed. ‘You really think so?’ he asked fairly vibrating with life. ‘Oh, hell yeah,’ the taller boy smiled unable to move more than a foot away from him as he’d found himself more and more addicted to his presence as time wore on and this was just so over the top he didn’t want to miss a moment. ‘You were better,’ Quatre laughed. ‘I just keep time,’ Trowa said modestly. ‘You’re the backbone!’ the blond countered. ‘Oh, get a god damn room already!’ Duo interjected laughing along with the rest of them until Quatre suddenly flung himself into Trowa’s arms and kissed him full on the mouth. For a long moment they all just stared drop jawed at the boy unable to comprehend what was happening until he slowly released him blushing furiously and wiping his shimmering pink lips as he pulled away. ‘Sorry,’ he offered shyly. ‘I guess I got a little overexcitmuff! UN!….unnn…mmmmmmmnnnn,’ he groaned as Trowa snatching him up right off his feet and kissed him back. Quatre’s feet never hit the floor before he was being pushed into the little closet along the wall and the door snapped shut behind them. ‘Umm…’ Duo began still at a loss for words. ‘Right,’ Jo barked suddenly. ‘Down to business.’ No one questioned the intelligence of ignoring what had just taken place and turned gratefully to the new topic at hand. ‘You still need a lot of work.’ Duo sighed. ‘However, I think you’ve found your sound,’ Jo smiled at him smiling again. ‘Therefore, next weekend I will have someone come to hear you. I suggest you come up with something particularly impressive before then.’ It took no more time for Jo to move to the closet door than to say these words. ‘I’m afraid your time is up.’ Duo winced not knowing what to expect when the door was opened. What they found was two very flushed young men that appeared to be joined at the mouth and in the process of deflowering each other but thankfully they’d only managed to get to second base before they were disturbed. It took a minute to extract the pair but once they were separated and on their feet again Jo addressed them personally. ‘Personally I commend your audacity.’ Duo didn’t look at them during this speech. ‘However,’ Jo went on. ‘You might want to consider keeping a low profile as these things tend to work against you once you’ve made a name for yourselves. I’ll see you all next week then,’ and it was over. At least until they all piled into Duo’s van whereupon Trowa once again attacked the slight blond boy pulling him behind the drums in the back for a little privacy. Wufei sniggered, Hiiro sighed and Duo just kept his eyes on the scenery outside his window while Hiiro drove. ‘You’re awfully subdued for someone that just got told he’s gonna be scouted next weekend,’ Wufei prompted the long haired boy. ‘It’s cool huh?’ Duo smiled half heartedly avoiding Hiiro’s gaze. ‘Don’t pop a vein or anything,’ the Chinese boy grumbled. He paused and noted how Duo’s eyes kept flicking to the back of the van. ‘Cute aren’t they?’ he smiled glancing back there himself. ‘It’ll suck if it doesn’t work out,’ Duo sighed. ‘What makes you think it won’t work?’ Wufei asked. ‘I didn’t say it wouldn’t,’ Duo corrected. ‘But you heard Jo... if it gets out their together it’ll cause problems.’ ‘Is that all that’s bothering you?’ Hiiro asked sounding a touch irritated. ‘No,’ the long haired boy grumbled. ‘It’d suck if it messed up the band but... I dunno... guess I just don’t wanna see them get hurt.’ ‘Nothing grows without change,’ Wufei smiled. ‘You sound like a fortune cookie,’ Duo teased tossing a stray napkin at him. ‘Ahhh sooo,’ the Chinese boy played along in a horribly fake accent that made is own seem like a song ‘Confucius say be good to little Chinese friend or ow! Ha ha hey! No fair pinching!’ Wufei laughed reaching to retaliate but he found his wrist suddenly painfully immobilized as Hiiro instinctively prevented his attack. The Japanese boy released him quickly enough blushing softly at Duo’s mildly shocked expression. ‘You two really need to talk,’ Wufei sighed leaning back in his seat and falling quite. There was an after party but none of them really felt like going and since it was gonna happen with or without them they decided to call it a night. Unsurprisingly, Trowa had them drop him and Quatre off at his place picking the blond up in his arms half way up the walk way and carrying him into his and his sisters home kissing him all the way. The other’s didn’t even want to discuss what was going to happen when the tall boy’s over protective sister got wind of their new affection for one another. Duo had asked to be dropped next but Hiiro had insisted on dropping Wufei first since it was Duo’s van and Hiiro lived closer than anyone else. The braided boy couldn’t argue. It wasn’t uncommon for Hiiro to take the van home at night especially when all the equipment was in it. Either way though, Wufei had to be dropped first. Things between the two boys was deafeningly quiet after that until they pulled up in front of Hiiro’s place and he shut off the engine. ‘I’ll walk from here,’ Duo said. ‘Wufei’s right,’ Hiiro said softly still staring straight ahead. ‘We need to talk.’ ‘Why?’ Duo smiled trying to look relaxed and failing miserably. ‘I think things are coming along pretty good. Once Quatre and Trowa get over the first kiss phase...’ ‘About us.’ ‘…………….’ ‘You’re pushing me away.’ ‘You’re right here,’ Duo countered. ‘I don’t know what in the hell you’re talking ……….’ His words stalled the moment he looked into Hiiro’s dark eyes. ‘I think you do,’ the Japanese boy countered. ‘Hiiro,’ Duo breathed feeling his heart suddenly pumping frantically as his fingers searched behind him for the door handle but he was too late and Hiiro was upon him, his mouth closing solidly over his lips, his arms slipping effortlessly around his thin body as he drank deeply of the sweet nectar that was purely Duo. ‘H...Hiiro... please… d...don’t,’ Duo gasped feeling his body light on fire as Hiiro kissed him again. ‘You don’t mean that,’ the Japanese boy countered breathlessly moving closer to him, over top of him, kissing him deeply again and again, his entire body and mind relishing every single moment they were in contact like he’d dreamed of for so very long. Duo’s sweet response filled him with joy as he hungrily kissed him back even if he was squirming and wriggling to get away. ‘Hiiro... please,’ Duo begged, his sobbing tone breaking Hiiro out of his impassioned haze long enough to realize he was crying, the shock of this fact giving him pause long enough for Duo’s hand to find purchase on the door handle and a moment later the long haired boy was fleeing down the sidewalk leaving a very confused, very frustrated Japanese boy behind. It was a full hour later that Duo found himself drying his tears on his pillow in his room. This was how it had always been, him in his little room at the Maxwell Church, Father down in his study, Sister already tucked away in her bed. And Hiiro... he didn’t even have to look to know the silent Asian boy was sitting in his window sill watching him quietly. ‘I’m alright,’ he told him without picking up his head. ‘I’m sorry,’ Hiiro apologized. ‘I didn’t mean to hurt you.’ ‘I know,’ Duo sighed. ‘I can’t say I understand,’ he told him. ‘But… I promise you... I’ll never do anything like that again so... you can go back to just being you ok?’ There was no reply and Hiiro didn’t push for one. He only gave him ample time to make one if he wanted to and when he didn’t he simply turned to leave. ‘Hiiro?’ ‘Hn?’ ‘………thanks.’ Hiiro smiled before he left knowing that he’d just managed to save the most precious thing in his life. The relief he felt at Duo’s willingness to forgive him was such that he didn’t stop smiling clear into the next day. Duo wasn’t exactly himself but he wasn’t avoiding him anymore and he could live with that in a major way! Everything was ok again, or at least it would be and he was resolved to keep it that why no matter what. This proved a little harder than he’d expected with the new couple equation in their lives. Contrary to Jo’s warnings Trowa appeared to be incapable of keeping his hands or his lips off of Quatre regardless of the time or place and the blond wasn’t helping matters any by shaking his pretty, little ass all over the place and driving the emerald eyed boy nuts. They were having way too much fun and it was putting a serious woody in Hiiro’s pants that ached and solidified every time Duo walked by. A quick flip through the mental file for an image of Duo’s tears the night he’d made his advance put a quick tether on that feeling, however strengthening his resolve to continue being his best friend whatever the cost. He didn’t understand, he’d felt the heat in Duo’s kiss that night, known by the feel of his body just how badly he really didn’t want to stop but the tears were more than enough to put things on hold for awhile. He could wait. He’d wait forever if he had to. It wasn’t like he really had a choice in the matter. He never had. By Wednesday the rumors about Trowa and Quatre had become solid fact for most of the school. It didn’t help that the taller boy insisted on walking the halls with his arm around the slight blond either. The couple of times they earned a jeer for this behavior had been quickly restrained with one emerald glare and a flex of Trowa’s rather over accentuated physic. It was on this day that Duo finally got enough of it. ‘Do you have to do that here!?’ he growled at the couple who had decided to make out in the moments they could spare while waiting for Duo and Hiiro to wash up after their bathroom break before band. ‘Yes,’ was Trowa’s playfully garbled reply as he kissed his giggling boyfriend again. ‘Christ! Show a little restraint will’ya?’ the long haired boy grumbled. ‘Believe me,’ the taller boy grinned slipping his hand up the front of the blond boy’s shirt to finger his tight little tummy. ‘I am,’ he assured him. Duo’s eyes flickered from Quatre’s stomach to Hiiro’s eyes which were plastered to the spot for a second before he suddenly woke up and blushed and jerked his gaze away. ‘You guys should save it for the bedroom,’ Duo groused tossing his paper towel in the can. ‘Maybe you should try being a little less tight ass and try some honesty on for a change,’ Trowa countered showing he first real sign of irritation as he ushered his lover away. ‘What the fuck is that s’pose to mean?’ the long haired boy growled crossly but the only answer he received was a duel glance at Hiiro’s back before they left. ‘Damn it!’ ‘You ok?’ Hiiro inquired. ‘Everything’s just... changing so fast,’ he told him. ‘Not everything,’ Hiiro smiled warmly picking his paper up where he’d missed the can for him. Duo watched him tidying up after him. He’d always been like that. Always there, his best friend but things just weren’t the same anymore. They were seventeen years old and neither of them had ever even been on a date. They didn’t have girl friends or even prospects for such and neither of them had ever shown the slightest interest in skirt chasing. What reason was there for any of that when they had ... each other. ‘Hiiro?’ ‘Hn?’ ‘Kiss me.’ ‘W...what?’ Hiiro gasped dropping his bag and spilling half the contents on the floor. ‘Kiss me,’ Duo repeated. ‘But I thought...’ ‘Never mind.’ ‘NO!’ Hiiro barked abandoning the spilled bag in favor of his friend. ‘No... I’m sorry… I just... you’re sure?’ he asked looking him deep in the eye for some sign of distress but he only nodded and steadied himself. ‘Damn,’ the Japanese boy breathed taken by the sheer beauty of the boy before him, his long bangs shimmering over splendid violet eyes and a face he’d longed to touch so damn many times his fingernails ached and there he was ... asking to be kissed. ‘Don’t you... want to?’ Duo asked shyly dropping his gaze. ‘Yes,’ Hiiro replied. ‘Very much,’ he told him swallowing the dryness in his throat. ‘But I want you to be ok more,’ he told him. ‘I want you to,’ the violet eyed boy told him gently and Hiiro’s resolve crumbled like a wet cookie. ‘Duo,’ he breathed once as he closed the distance and laid his mouth on him. Duo took a step backward as if his body were trying to escape in spite of what his mouth was begging for but Hiiro wasn’t about to let him run away so easily stepping into him, pressing him firmly back against the wall, his body melding together with Duo’s in a way that made him wish they could stay this way forever as he tasted the sweet nectar of him once again. Duo groaned and lapped at him like a starving cat, his hands intercepting Hiiro’s attempts to touch him more intimately while his body did everything in its power to tempt him into demanding more. ‘Wait… please,’ Duo gasped as the passion began to obliterate his reservations with each touch of Hiiro’s strong hands. ‘Please,’ Hiiro echoed, the word bearing an entirely different meaning. ‘W...what’s ... happening?’ the long haired boy breathed as Hiiro’s lips trailed down his neck. ‘I love you, Duo,’ Hiiro told him pressing himself harder into him. ‘That’s all... I just... love you,’ he told him again kissing him deeply, his thigh slipping between Duo’s bringing a desperate groan from him as he all but crawled up the wall in his need to escape. ‘Y...yeah but... what the hell’re we s’pose to do now?’ ‘You don’t know?’ Hiiro asked backing off a little. ‘Well, I mean... I get that you wanna... well... no... not really,’ Duo replied blushing deeply as Hiiro stared at him thunderstruck. ‘You really don’t know,’ Hiiro said more to himself than Duo backing away completely. ‘We’re both guys, Hiiro,’ the long haired boy reminded him. ‘I dunno... damn it... I just... I can’t imagine ever caring for anyone more than you and I like it when you kiss me but...’ ‘You don’t know how to go all the way.’ ‘Of course I do!’ Duo growled defensively. ‘I’m not a moron. But I doubt what you had in mind was laying down for me and I just cant figure out what’s supposed to be so great about my role in all this,’ he told him quietly. ‘You’re scared it won’t feel good?’ Hiiro asked. ‘Wouldn’t you be?’ the braided boy snorted. ‘Quatre seems happy,’ the Japanese boy pointed out. ‘Yeah,’ Duo sighed. ‘Weird, huh?’ ‘It doesn’t matter,’ Hiiro smiled suddenly stepping up to him again and laying a small kiss on the corner of his mouth. ‘We don’t have to go there if you’re not ready.’ ‘I may never be ready,’ Duo sighed dejectedly slipping his arms around the other boy’s neck instinctively as he nibbled on his chin. ‘This is enough,’ the Japanese boy smiled. ‘No its not,’ Duo whispered arching his neck back pleasurably. ‘Wanna skip band?’ ‘Yeah.’
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which is, of course, the opening theme song for Gundam Wing *g*) tbc... |
