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"Clutterbug"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: Post War Cannon, Fluff, sap, slight
angst, eventual lemon Pairings: 1x2, Background 3x4 Summary: An unexpected love confession rocks Duo’s
world. "Clutterbug " Ch 3 Mmmmm, yeah. Three weeks in this bed and I couldn’t remember what it was like to have ever slept alone. I didn’t want to either. For a guy that’s never even had a teddy bear Hiiro is a very comfortable bed mate. At first, I had thought his insistence on clinging to me all night would become opressive but as time wore on and we started to get used to each other’s presence I found I missed it when he did roll away. I’d usually found myself seeking him out on those occasions and we ended up cocooned together in the sheets anyway. He’s terribly warm; all muscle and satiny skin. You would think he would be hard and unyielding but he molds to me like a second skin. It’s a very pleasant way to wake up in the morning even if he does get up before dawn. However, this particular morning I rose from the depths of a deep, soundless sleep with the most delicious heat stirring inside me. It wasn’t the first time having him snuggled in beside me had prompted an erotic dream but as of yet he had not pushed the subject of our blossoming intimacy. We spent our days flirting with each other much to the delight of our friends, and our evenings cuddled up or making out but he hadn’t tried to force the issue of deepening our bond. As much as I enjoyed the kissing and cuddling I just couldn’t imaging what it would really be like to hold another guys... personal anatomy in my hand. Christ, just thinking it felt weird! It wasn’t like it grossed me out or anything it’s just that it was uncharted territory. What if I messed it up? What if I didn’t enjoy it? I really don’t think I would get off on it if I knew the person touching me wasn’t getting anything out of it. I didn’t think Hiiro would either so we were still taking it slow. It was oddly alarming to slowly realize the tenderness Hiiro was bestowing upon me in my dream wasn’t fading with the coming of consciousness. Indeed, they intensified ten fold when I felt the reality of his touch firmly stoking the flames inside me. I groaned for lack of the ability to speak because he was kissing me gently; a deep, rolling sort of thing that quickly melted my stomach to my spine. His lips were so warm and attentive; his body softly moving beside me; his hand... shit! “Hiiro!” I gasped too late to deny that I was highly aroused. My hand seized his wrist in a half ass effort to remove the strangely erotic sensation of having another guy touching me. “Shh,” he hissed quietly into my ear, the warm moisture of his breath sending waves of pure delight over my skin. I was familiar with the feeling but with the added sensations down below it was like someone had just flipped on the flood lights. I groaned again then buried my head back into my pillow when Hiiro tightened his grip. Son of a bitch! What the guy could do with his fingers was just freaking amazing! We won’t even get into the palm action but he had me writhing in a steamy puddle before I could clear the sleep from my eyes. I did not last long. In what was a mortifyingly short time I found the edge of oblivion and cried Hiiro’s name as he relentlessly pushed me over. It wasn’t until the stars stopped dancing in my vision and I managed to stop gulping for air like a docked fish that I saw the sweat beaded on his forehead. It hit me like a ton of bricks that he was really into it. He was seriously turned on by what he’d done to me and I tensed suddenly horrorstruck by the idea that he might expect me to return the favor. I was not ready to go there. Not at all, but the sated expression glowering in his sloe, blue eyes replaced my apprehension with curiosity. A quick assessment of our mutual state of being while he kissed and nibbled at my still damp jaw and ear revealed that he had not left himself out of the fun. Somehow he’d brought us both off together which left me feeling oddly unsatisfied but I was a little to hung up on grateful to think to hard on it. I really didn’t want to be a tease but I was not comfortable with doing that to him. Hell, I wasn’t even sure how I felt about him doing it to me. I had to admit though, it had felt damn good. I was still pondering my apprehension over the incident when his gravely voice cut through the thick crust of my thoughts. “Are you alright?” he asked obviously moved by what had transpired between us but I couldn’t help but laugh. “For real?” I chuckled causing him to pull away and look at me strangely. “What the hell was that?” I asked unable to fully mask my irritation. I had not freely consented and now that it was over I was left feeling just a little violated. I was sorry I said it before the words finished tumbling from my mouth. “I’m sorry,” he began but seemed to run out of words right about there. The temperature felt like it dropped ten degrees in that moment and I ended up pulling him down, albeit reluctantly, for a nice, slow apology. “I’ll get over it,” I grinned releasing him. He seemed a lot better after that so I pressed on. “I just don’t get why now is all,” I shrugged trying to keep it light even though it was really kind of bugging me. “I just,” he began in this adorably flustered way that made me want to kiss him and hold him tight. “You called to me,” he sighed hiding his face in my neck. “And you were groaning and clinging to me…” “I was asleep,” I felt compelled to point out as my cheeks did a fair impression of a boiled lobster. “I know,” he sighed again snuggling up and holding me tight. “You’re always asleep and when you wake up...” he paused to reassess his words, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” he offered again. Well, didn’t I just feel like a first class shit heel? Here the guy had been putting up with me moaning and panting in my sleep for the past three weeks and when he finally gave in and did something about it I had to go and treat him like a masher. Way to go, Maxwell. “Guess I’ve got the cock tease market cornered huh?” I laughed squeezing him tight. He started to contradict me but I was past it already. “I’m sorry,” I cut him off before he could get started. “I didn’t realize you knew about the dreams.” “You moan,” he told me in this little boy voice that made me laugh out loud. “And you squirm,” he added nibbling my caller bone to demonstrate my squirming capabilities. “Alright! Alright! I get it!” I laughed fighting to free myself of that iron grip of his. “I asked for it! Let up!!” and he did. “Was it bad?” he asked suddenly serious and docile. I had to take a moment and catch my breath before I could answer. “No,” I smiled and felt compelled to reach out and touch his face. No. It hadn’t been bad at all. The smile that blossomed on him then was both beautiful and frightening all at once. “Then maybe we can try something new?” he inquired kissing my neck as he slipped his hand under me, down my back and towards my… “Hiiro!” I gasped and managed to jump clean out of the bed. “Duo?” He was reaching for me, his eyes so scared but I couldn’t deal with it. “We’re gonna be late,” I snipped and got my ass into the bathroom just as fast as my little Duo feet would carry me. What a fucking ass I am!! Could I have acted anymore like a total spaz?! Gods, I just wanted to punch my own face in the stupid mirror! Stupid! Damn it! The look on his face! The pain in his eyes! STUPID! “Duo?” he called to me softly through the door and I ripped a piece of solid composure off what was left of my stability to answer. “I’ll be out in a minute,” I replied as steady as any man that had once been a Gundam Pilot. I knew my voice sounded cold but that was better than totally freaked! I suppose, looking back on it, freaked might not have gotten the door ripped off the hinges. “Hiiro!” “Don’t lie to me,” he told me dropping what was left of our bathroom door on the floor. “I’m sorry,” he added and in two steps he had closed the distance between us and had me wrapped up so tight I could hardly breathe. “I’m sorry,” I parroted. “I don’t know what the hell…” “I didn’t really mean….” “It was just so sudden..” “I’m sorry,” “I mean, I don’t even understand the logistics’..” “Duo,” he chortled which served to shut me up. “It’s not a military operation,” he laughed pulling back to look at me even though I couldn’t lift my eyes to meet his. He wasn’t having any of it however and gently encouraged me with a touch of his hand. “And it is not a contingency of my feelings for you,” he told me. I found myself mirroring the soft smile on his lips before he kissed me. “This is fine,” he smiled and I believed him. “I can’t help wanting you,” he amended proving that my face could actually get a little deeper red. “But this is fine,” he reiterated kissing me gently once again. “I just feel... defective or something,” I sighed relaxing in his arms. “You’re perfect,” he chuckled and kissed my hair affectionately before adding, “There’s no need to rush.” He held me there for a time and I let him. It was nice and the truth was we didn’t really have to be anywhere anytime soon. I really don’t have a clue how long we stood there like that before I finally got enough brain cells working again to ask, “What the hell’re we gonna do about the door?” We ended up laughing it off while he teased me about running to hide and I reminded him it didn’t have a lock. I won but we still had to trash the door and fix the jam before we could put a new one up. Those flimsy interior apartment doors sure don’t hold up against Hiiro’s raw power. He had splintered it in three pieces. The work day consisted of a late breakfast with the guys in which I was forced to endure Quatre’s knowing grin then we were off to transport a maximum security prisoner from county to Folesheth Prison. It isn’t a detail we would be called in for under normal circumstances but the evidence found aboard the man’s scavenger ship proved beyond the shadow of a doubt he was on the top ten most wanted list. We had found everything from logs on drug laundering to child slavery in the hidden files aboard his ship. I couldn’t wait to see the look on the piece of shit’s face when he saw five teenage boys were to be his security detail. Predictably, he was looking pretty damn smug about it when we arrived; at least until he got a look at Hiiro and sulled up most satisfactorily. It had been Hiiro who had brought him down in the first place and he was still wearing the cast on his left forearm to prove it. Quatre told him what was expected of him while Trowa cuffed him. Hiiro and Wufei did their part with the intimidating scowls and me? I just smiled and waited. I was really hoping the fucker would try something so I could break his other arm. Regretfully, he was a good boy for most of the trip. The distance wasn’t far, ten miles by car and a short hope by plane into the mountains. From there it was only a small distance walk to the prison gates. I was more than a little disgruntled by his lack of resistance as we made our way down the winding trail on the mountainside when his demeanor suddenly changed. I should have known the sleazebag wouldn’t disappoint. “Yer in the wrong business kid,” he grinned at me looking me up and down. “Fine looking thing like you could make a cool million a year in my trade,” and Hiiro punched him so hard he flew back three feet before he ever hit the ground. I’d have helped pick him up but I was laughing too damn hard to catch my breath! Hell, even Wufei was ginning! It took him a good five minutes to recover enough to try again. Good, he was nice and stupid. Let see what other damage we can do! “You saw that huh, blondie?” he grumbled at Quatre who offered him a calculated glance. “You can tell’em,” he nodded grimacing as he adjusted his wrists. “Abusing a helpless man. It ain’t right,” he whined and I caught myself rolling my eyes in expectation of what he said next. “At least loosen these things up! Their cuttin off my blood flow.” Quatre was trying so hard to withhold the rouge grin I thought he was going to split an eyeball but he managed it as he nodded to Trowa. Hiiro, Wufei and I absently drifted into flank positions while our tall friend stepped in and did as he was bid. The man made his move predictably but he did managed to surprise us. We had expected him to make a break for it but instead he whirled and seized Trowa under the neck with the intention of using the cuffs as a weapon against his throat. He never got that far however, as the moment he saw his lover was in danger the seemingly docile blond crushed the guy’s toes by viciously stamping on them. He never even got a change to fully scream before Trowa’s elbow knocked the wind out of him and Quatre hauled off and broke his freaking nose! Trowa had to step in before his irate lover could finish the job soothing and calming him while Hiiro and Wufei picked the man up off the ground again. Well, I hadn’t gotten to break his arm but that had been worth it! Man! Take his house, steel his wallet, even jack slap his maid but do not fuck with Trowa! Quat’s been unreasonably sensitive to his lovers welfare ever since that Zero incident. The remainder of the trip was uneventful. Trowa kept himself between his lover and our prisoner from that point on but the death glare lingering in the blond’s eyes was more than enough to subdue him. We didn’t hear anything more out of him until we reached the gate where he proceeded to whine to the guards that he was a victim of abuse and demanded to see the warden. When we were questioned about his bloody, broken state I simply grinned and told them... “He fell down,” and that was pretty much that. They drug him away and we returned to the air strip. Trowa and Hiiro had us underway shortly thereafter and I found myself sitting beside Quatre in the back of the plane while Wufei chatted with our respective lovers up front. It didn’t hit me until I looked over and saw that stupid little grin on his face that I had allowed myself to be caught in a situation I’d been desperately avoiding up till then. I was alone with ‘Mr. I can see into your soul’. “Don’t,” I chuckled before he could get the words past his lips. “How far?” he just had to ask as that little smirk blossomed into a full blow grin. “You’re a frigging voyeur,” I chuckled. “Oh, come on!” he grumbled playfully glancing up front to make sure his voice was low enough. “You know I know!” “You know all your gonna know,” I grinned stubbornly. “Isn’t it wonderful?” he sighed relaxing a little. I didn’t miss the dreamy glance he shot to ward’s his lover in the cockpit nor the longing in his tone. It made me curious. “You really,” man, how to put this, “enjoy yourself?” Shit. Flame on! Wonder if bbq’ed cheeks are a delicacy. Just about the time I thought my face couldn’t get any hotter he turned this decidedly evil little grin on me. “Supremely,” he purred letting the pink tip of his tongue slip out and wet his lips and I swallowed really hard. The reaction changed his expression to one of mild shock. “You really haven’t done anything yet have you?” he asked incredulously. “I... well we…” Shit. Maybe my cheeks cooked my tongue. He was looking straight at me with this awful, piteous light in his big blue/green eyes when he said, “Oh, poor Hiiro,” so I kind of didn’t get it for a second. “What?” was the best I could do when it registered. “He must be terribly frustrated,” he sighed turning his attention back to our teammates. “I couldn’t imagine having a lover like you and not being able to…” He seemed to suddenly realize what he was saying and stopped to offer me an apologetic look. “Don’t you want him?” he asked. I was having a little trouble keeping up with the changes. “Yeah, of course I do,” I replied defensively. “I mean... It’s just that... Aw come on, Quat!” I finally grumbled. “That cannot feel good!” “Oh, yes it can,” he countered instantly and absolutely. I was easily taken aback by his conviction. “Duo, Hiiro is a gentle and kind person,” he reasoned. “Do you honestly believe he would ask you to do something that he thought would cause you any harm?” he smiled and suddenly it all made sense. No. He wouldn’t. But then he wasn’t exactly offering himself up to me now was he? … Hmmmmmmmmm. “Maybe you’re right,” I grinned. It had never really occurred to me that the tables could be turned. I couldn’t help but wonder how he would feel if I was the one trying to push his knees apart. “Duo?” Quatre question clearly confused by the new wave of emotions rolling off of me. It just might be time for a little game off goose and gander. I was suddenly very anxious to get home.
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