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"Through the Looking Glass "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: R Warnings: Fluff, mild voyeurism, masturbation,
mention of lemon, mild angst, AU, Romance. Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, mention of 6x13,
tentative 2x5 in the beginning, mention of 5xOC (poss Meilan) in the
end. Summary: Reality takes a twisted turn when Hiiro
discovers a window into the private world of Duo Maxwell. "Through the Looking Glass "
Ch 1 America wasn’t exactly what I thought it would be. I can’t say I wasn’t welcomed amiably but between my natural tendencies toward solitude and my peer’s reluctance to approach the strange foreigner that had invaded their school I spent much of my time alone. However, having majored in computer programming my company felt it would be beneficial for me to study overseas. It was only a two year course then I would return to Japan and take my position so it wasn’t necessary for me to cultivate any long term relationships during my stay. I like to keep to myself for the most part so it didn’t bother me to spend my time alone. I was content…until he moved in. He lives in the apartment below me. Our building parallels our campus so many of the students who don’t care for dorm life have taken up residence there. His name is Duo. I’ve seen it on his mailbox and heard it from his friends but I’ve never had the opportunity to introduce myself. My antisocialist standing is not hard earned; it is a natural state of being due to my inability to relate to others. I find it incredibly difficult to make small talk or idle conversation but I know the warmth of his smile and often wonder if an opportunity for companionship might hide behind the tinkle in his eyes. He’s very popular with both the ladies and our peers. I’ve wondered on more than one occasion if he has a girl back home because as often as I’ve seen girls come onto him I’ve never seen him be more than friendly with them. Most of the time he’s with his friend Trowa who apparently shares his interests enough to have the same major. They’re in their second years of engineering from what I can tell and seem to have a close relationship with their professors. Duo is a terrible cut up but he never seems to get in trouble for it and I’ve seen Trowa bust a guys jaw with no repercussions though that may be because he’s usually defending someone when he resorts to such tactics. It doesn’t much matter to me since I’ll be leaving soon to return to Japan but I suppose my stay in the States has been a lonely one and I can’t help being drawn to Duo’s bright personality anymore than anyone else. Still, I have no more idea how to approach him than I did when he first moved in about six weeks prior. I paused when I saw him leave one afternoon with Trowa in tow. He’s very perceptive and though I hadn’t made a sound he still looked up the stairs and smiled at me. I looked away as is my way and sighed when I saw his smile fade before he followed his friend down the stairs. It pained me to know I’d let another opportunity to meet him pass by but I consoled myself with the knowledge that even if we became friends I would have to leave him behind soon anyway. The trip to the hardware store was uneventful, the items I needed to repair a soft spot in my living room floor were readily available and within my budget so I packed them up and headed back home. The damage to the floor was my fault because I kept a small, potted plant beside the coffee table and it had leaked causing a rotten spot in the floor. I hadn’t noticed until the plant got dry and I moved it to the balcony so I could saturate it. The apartment was in good order otherwise and I didn’t want my company to loose the security deposit when I left so I decided to fix it myself. I moved everything out of the middle of the floor which consisted of pushing the couch and chair back and rolling up the small area rug under the coffee table. The furniture belonged to the apartment building so I made sure it was safely covered before cutting out the rotten boards and setting them aside. It was evening by the time I had them removed and the sun was beginning to set. I had every intention of turning on the lights when I finished removing the boards but when they came up it revealed a startling discovery. I had inadvertently removed the floor from over the light fixture in the apartment below. It was a florescent unit which made it incredibly easy to see through the transparent cover that hung from Duo’s ceiling effectively obscuring both the bulbs and the fact that I could see quite easily into his home. He was standing at the closet by his front door and I wondered when he’d come home because I hadn’t heard him come in. Of course I’d been cutting away boards so that made sense but it looked like he might have just come in as he moved through the room toward what I presumed would be the bathroom since mine was right above it. The sun was steadily setting making it darker in my apartment and giving me confidence that he wouldn’t become aware of my transgression though it pained me to think about what I was doing. It was a grotesque infringement on his privacy but I couldn’t help my curiosity. He was such a bright, outgoing personality I just wondered how he did it. What about him made it so easy for others to relate to? It made me want to watch him, perhaps even learn how to be more sociable and maybe give me some inside information on how to approach people. I watched him for a long time that night and though he spent the entire evening alone I couldn’t tear myself away. I’d pulled my chair up so I could sit and stare down through the floor while he ate and watched the news. It was refreshing to discover that he wasn’t the type to sit and watch reruns all night like so many of our peers. After the news he’d turned the vid off in favor of the gentle sounds of a jazz guitar CD and tucked himself into his chair, one exactly like mine, to do some writing. I figured it was one of the endless essays our professors were constantly demanding of us and smiled wryly every time he sighed and rubbed at his eyes. I’m not sure when I fell asleep but I froze solid when I started awake the next morning. It was the sound of Trowa knocking on his door that woke me and I realized suddenly that the sounds from below were much louder with part of the floor missing. It was also daylight which sent a sickening fear through me that I’d be discovered because I was no longer protected by the darkness. A quick look up at my light which was no doubt exactly like his revealed that it would be very difficult to see through from the underside as they were designed to hide the fixture while letting the light through from above. Logically this meant that viewing from above was much easier than from below and I felt the tension ease. “…thought you finished that,” Trowa was saying. “G wants it hand written,” Duo sighed tucking his work from the night before into his bag. “He’s as crazy as H,” Trowa chuckled shouldering his pack. “Ready?” Duo glanced at the clock on the wall and my brow furrowed when Trowa grinned. “You’re going to make us late again,” he commented and I wondered at the way Duo suddenly needed to bustle about. “It’s only five minutes,” he argued. Come to think of it I needed to get going. I’d overslept having fallen asleep in the chair without setting my alarm. I didn’t know what to think when Trowa replied… “Did you memorize his schedule again?” Schedule? “No!” Duo growled hefting his pack onto his shoulder but Trowa wasn’t buying it. “I can’t help it if I have a good memory for numbers,” he grumbled. They couldn’t be talking about… “Considering he’s in programming and you’re not I wonder when you had a chance to see them,” Trowa chuckled. …me? “Never mind,” Duo suddenly grumbled heading for the door while my blood went cold. “Duo,” Trowa laughed softly catching his arm. “I’m sorry,” he smiled though Duo seemed only mildly tolerate of his apology. “Geez, why don’t you just go up there and talk to the guy?” Duo looked oddly confused for a moment then sighed heavily, “He makes me… nervous.” “Geez,” Trowa rolled his eyes. Why would I make him nervous? “Well, I can’t help it,” Duo groused dejectedly. “You’d better find away around it,” Trowa counseled ushering him toward the door. “He’ll only be here another few weeks.” “I know,” Duo sighed stopping to take a deep breath before his face suddenly changed to the bright, breezy image I was so used to seeing and he opened the door. I just caught the look of disappointment in his eyes when he looked up the stairs and I wasn’t there before the door swung shut. I was stunned. It didn’t make any sense and the more I thought it over the more confusing it became. Why would he be too nervous to talk to me? He was so outgoing and friendly everyone on campus knew his name. And he wanted to meet me? I could comprehend that somewhat since I had harbored the same desire but knowing he felt the same left me ill at ease. I was still mulling it over when the clock on the table by the door flipped over to four after and I bolted from the chair and scrambled to get ready for my first class which I was ten minutes late to for the first time in my scholastic career. The days work was lost however, because I couldn’t stop thinking about the events of the morning. I hadn’t realized I was so anxious to return home until I bounded up the stairs and almost ran him over at the mailboxes. “Ah! Damn, I’m sorry,” I breathed just managing to catch hold of his elbow before he went down. “Are you alright?” “Yeah,” he chuckled bending to pick up the mail I’d knocked out of his hand. “Sorry,” I said again scampering after an envelope that had gotten caught on a stray breeze. “Oh no,” he smiled reaching to take it from my hand. “It’s…fine,” he breathed and the world ground into slow motion. I was acutely aware of his eyes when our fingers touched. The way the violet color of them darkened and the oddity of an internal energy crackling in their depths. It was breathtaking and left me feeling terribly discontent when the world snapped back into real time. “You’re Duo,” I stated intelligently. “Yeah,” he smiled furrowing his brow. “How’d you…?” but his words stopped when I nodded toward his mailbox. “Right,” he nodded. “And you’re Hiiro.” “Right.” I felt so stupid just standing there staring at him but I certainly couldn’t ask him the questions that were milling about in my head. He’d know for sure something was up but he seemed as uncomfortable with the growing silence as I was and took pity on me. “Are you enjoying your stay?” he asked blushing a rosy hue when I cocked my head. “You’re from Japan aren’t you?” “Oh, yes,” I replied suddenly catching on. “It’s been very…educational.” It was no wonder we’d never managed to speak to each other. I couldn’t seem to think of a single intelligent thing to say. Another uncomfortable silence stretched out before he finally nodded and offered a polite, “Well, it was nice to finally meet you.” “Same here,” I choked forcing my feet to stay put when they tried to follow him. “Bye.” Why were his cheeks so red? “Bye.” Why was my heart beating so fast? I watched his door close and bolted up the stairs rushing to the hole in my floor so I could watch him. He was still leaning against the door when I saw him, his pack clutched tightly in his arms, his eyes closed then a wide smile slowly curled his lips and I suddenly couldn’t breathe. Was it his encounter with me that had made him smile? I was so desperate to know I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He stood by the door for a long moment then dumped his pack in a chair, locked the door and headed straight for the bathroom. When he returned I swallowed nervously because he’d shed his pants and was wearing only his boxers and undershirt. My heart raced while I watched him move about the room. He’d gone to the closet and taken out a throw then put in a tantalizing CD of some smoky blues before plopping into the couch. It was already getting dark out which cast a misty hue in my apartment while I watched him relax. I was just starting to settle down when he stole my breath away again by parting his legs and running his hand up his inner thigh. Holy shit. Was he…? He wasn’t going to…? But his hand crept ever closer to his groin as I sat stone still and watched. I was utterly captivated and having a hard time not choking to death when he pushed his shorts down enough to expose his erection. I was so shocked it didn’t occur to me that this was the normal behavior of any young man until the guilt over the fact that I was essentially peeping on him overwhelmed me. I had half the boards back in place before my eyes were captured by his steady movements and I just couldn’t bring myself to close my little window into his world. He had no idea I could see him. He thought he was alone with the world closed safely away. It was his most private matters I was spying on but he had no idea I was a witness to his actions. He is also quite attractive for a guy not to mention I’m not exactly over the hill. At our age a good, stiff wind will get it up and though I’d never met anyone that had made me want to share that part of myself the stimulation of seeing him so into pleasuring himself was making my blood boil. He’d never know. I put the boards aside and resumed my seat in my chair. There was no harm if he never knew. What he was doing looked like it felt damn good that’s for sure. I’ve masturbated before as everyone does from time to time but I’d never seen myself do it and I’d certainly never reacted the way he was. He’s slight but finely built, strong but in a sleek, tawny sort of way with a long brown braid and a face that I had once mistaken for a girls. What he had in his hand bore no resemblance to a female however, but it did nothing to quail the fire that was smoldering inside me as I watched his body softly undulate on the couch. He groaned and the tendons in my thighs tensed. He arched and I felt my hips thrust forward but when his free hand slid down and around his ass invading the back of his shorts I almost came right out of the chair. I wanted to see but his body was in the way then he groaned so deliciously I would have swallowed my gum if I’d had any. Was he…? Oh man… he couldn’t be… but then he moaned again, his legs spreading as he slipped down onto his back and I was granted enough of a view to confirm that he had pushed two of his fingers up his ass. Fuck! Was he gay?!? Holy shit! Was it me?!? “Nnnng!” he groaned thrusting into his hand while he dug around in his ass. Could our short encounter have excited him to the point…? “Hiiro,” he gasped on a wisp of air that stole all the oxygen from my lungs. I sat still as a stone while I watched him bring himself off without the slightest inclination how to feel. He was fantasizing about me. Sexually. He’d lain there and jerked off while daydreaming that I was… that I… oh, gods I needed to sit down. I was sitting down. Ok. I needed a drink. I stumbled in about one A.M. with the image of him laying on his couch firmly planted in my mind. The fact that sex had never been much of an issue for me hovered around the fringes of my sobriety but it was distant at best. An evening of brooding in the darkest corners of the nearest bar had done little to dispel the fire watching him had ignited inside me. Indeed, without the need for inhibitions I was intent on a second viewing but when I looked down through my peep hole he was nowhere to be seen. “Asleep,” I garbled disgusted with his noncompliance to my needs. I thought about getting a glass of water so I wouldn’t feel so bad in the morning but my ass decided it’d rather have a seat. I could see his couch from my chair which called up some very vivid memories of him writhing in its depths and the next thing I knew my hand was pumping, my breath short and as he invaded his body in my minds eye I jerked and let out a gasping breath when my vision faded to white. I didn’t have the mind to be mortified over my behavior until I woke with a cotton mouth and a sickness in my stomach that was only in part due to the liquor I had ingested. I couldn’t believe the things I had done since I opened that hole into his world. It was so wrong to have watched him, a blatant invasion of his privacy. To have allowed myself to feed on his passion without his knowledge was so utterly despicable I could hardly look at myself in the mirror. I took the time to put the boards back in the floor before I left which, happily, meant I’d missed his exit. I didn’t know how I would be able to face him after what I’d done so it was just as well. I would be returning to Japan in short order and all this would be nothing but a memory. I fell into a depression as the day wore on knowing I was bound to run into him sooner or later but resolved to distance myself from him and spare us both the misery. However, I had not counted on finding him pressed against his door being kissed madly by a young Chinese guy when I got home. I’d ducked back around the corner when I caught sight of them unable to stop myself from peering just enough to see him get pushed inside and the door close. I bolted for my apartment the moment the path was clear completely unaware of the inappropriateness of my actions until the last of the boards had been discarded and my blood began to smoke while I watched the Chinese guy kissing him. “Nnn,” Duo groaned and my crotch tightened painfully. “W…wait,” he panted when his partner upped the anti by pushing down the back of his pants. “Relax,” the Chinese guy coaxed guiding him back to the couch. “Wufei,” he breathed. “Please…don’t.” I couldn’t catch my breath. “Duo,” his partner gasped redoubling his efforts when they toppled onto the couch and I felt the explicable urge to borrow a cup of sugar when Duo whimpered… “Stop.” If Wufei hadn’t slowly stilled I would have found some reason to knock on Duo’s door I was sure of that. “Damn it,” Wufei cursed but forced himself to move away. “I’m sorry,” Duo offered. “What’s wrong?” “It just feels…wrong,” There was a long pause in which they sat up and straightened themselves out a little before Wufei asked, “Because of him?” My heart almost stopped. It seemed to take forever but finally Duo nodded and looked away. “You said he was het,” his companion reasoned but all Duo did was shrug. “Alright,” Wufei sighed. “Will I see you this weekend?” “Are you sure you still want to?” Duo asked tentatively. “Believe it or not,” Wufei smiled laying a tender hand along his jaw. “I really do like you. Not that I wouldn’t love the chance to get to know you better,” he added smirking when Duo blushed. “But it can wait until you get this worked out.” “And if I don’t?” “Then there’s no harm in keeping each other company in the meantime,” Wufei reasoned leaning over to kiss him gently on the cheek. I watched him leave with growing trepidation. On the one hand I was glad Duo hadn’t given in but on the other if he had turned him away because of some feeling he harbored for me I couldn’t help but feel responsible for his loss. Wufei hadn’t seemed like a bad sort and he obviously respected and cared for him. It seemed like a shame that he’d miss the opportunity to find a happy, healthy relationship because he was hung up on me in some way. I didn’t see much that I could do about it however, except that I would soon be gone and he would be forced to move on. I watched him for awhile but he looked so dejected while he went about his nightly routine I kept coming up with reasons to go down and talk to him. What harm could it do just to stop in and say hi? That thought left me feeling utterly lame so I discarded it but it was quickly replaced with any number of other viable excuses. *knock*knock* I couldn’t believe I was doing this. “Yes? Hiiro?” he gasped softly glancing back into this apartment nervously. “Hi,” I tried to smile but it must have come across wrong because he closed the door halfway. “I’m sorry for coming by so late.” “It’s ok,” he smiled. “Is there something I can do for you?” Do… umm…. Oh right…” I’m afraid I ran out of eggs,” I lied. “I’d run to the store but I was right in the middle of…” “Oh, no problem,” he cut me off. “Wait just a sec.” I took a deep breath while he ran to the kitchen and felt a good deal better when he returned with a sincere smile on his lips. “Here,” he said holding out a carton of brown eggs. “I only need one,” I chuckled reaching to open it. I’m not sure why I didn’t take it from him first but the same sort of electric current that had sparkled in his eyes the day before crackled in his gaze when I inadvertently gripped his hand. I know I took way too long to open the carton and take out the egg but his eyes were fixed to where our hands were touching and I was suddenly immersed in images of what he might do after I left. I couldn’t get back to my place fast enough and was ridiculously delighted to find him already in place but this time he hadn’t settled for a throw and some lotion. I almost swallowed my tongue when I saw the dildo on the table. Beside it was a small bottle I quickly worked out to be lubrication when he dripped some of it on his hand then laid back and closed his eyes. My mouth had gone completely dry while my blood ran in heated rivers though my veins. I knew it was wrong, so completely unforgivable but I couldn’t stop my hand from seeking out my cock which was hard and weeping. I knew it was wrong but I wanted it so fucking bad I didn’t care and took great pleasure in spreading my legs and stroking firmly while I watched him pump and thrust below. I hadn’t realized how badly I longed to hear his voice until he softly moaned my name and a slow grin curled my lips. It felt so empowering to know it was me he was thinking about. All I wanted was to see him get off, to hear him call my name and watch his slight body coil and release but I wasn’t quite prepared for the fury of the passion that erupted inside me when he slicked down that dong and slowly pushed it up his ass. I had a very nice view of the entry since he’d lain back on the couch and spread his legs to accommodate the task. Gods, I could feel every, single inch of it as he slid it in then pulled it back out and pushed it back in again. His other hand was steadily stroking his cock while mine moved firmly up and down my shaft. There was so much precum seeping out of me I didn’t need any outside lubrication, just watching him was getting me so hot it was all I could do to hold back. His efforts slowly increased until I thought I’d loose my mind, his hand shoving the dong faster, pumping his cock harder, his mouth curled around the sporadic intonation of my name until his panting and writhing body suddenly hit a fevered pitch and I jerked so hard I almost fell out of the chair when he came. I swallowed hard as I came back down fully aware that I’d climaxed exactly when he had and totally mortified that I’d done it again. He was lying on the couch still breathing hard and massaging his waning erection but it was the sadness in his eyes that caught my eye. That was the first time since I’d come to the States that I felt the desire to stay. I couldn’t of course. I had commitments to return to but I regretted that I wouldn’t get the chance to get to know him better. Then again, after my transgression it wasn’t realistic to think that we could ever become friends. I’d betrayed him before we’d even gotten the chance. I put the boards back and tried to get into my normal routine. There was a paper due in Dr. J’s class at the end of the week but I couldn’t concentrate on it. I just kept wondering what he was doing. My obsession became clear when by mid-evening I’d removed the boards again and taken up residence in my chair. He was sitting in his chair though his living room was backwards from mine so we sort of faced each other. I smiled and relaxed for the first time all night while I watched him tapping on the keys of his laptop and curled up to finish my paper. He went to bed soon after but I couldn’t bring myself to put the boards back until the next morning after he’d left. ~ * ~ tbc... |
