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"Moon Dance"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/Five pretty boys save
the world! … again ^-^ Fluff, Sap, Light angst, mention of lemon,
moderate language Beta’ed by Mechante Fille *hugs* Pairings: 1x2, 3x4 Summary: Hiiro finds his feelings for Duo are
deeper than he had realized during a mission to correct a shift in
the moon's orbit. "Moon Dance " Ch 3 “Where’d you learn to shoot like that?” Duo giggled empting his glass again. Hiiro’s eyes tracked his movements as he staggered around Chelsea’s giddy form, his hand resting lightly on his hip as he positioned himself to take his shot. “I played on a league with my father,” the girl explained, laughing when Duo’s shot went wide and clanged loudly off the steel wall. “You want some more?” she asked, bumping into a chair as she went to refill her glass. “I think you’ve had enough,” Relena chuckled, rising to meet her at the bar. “Miss Relena,” the girl slurred. “You simply do not understand barroom etiquette,” she told her, swaying slightly as she leaned over the bar and whispered, “Never let a man out drink you. He’ll never respect you if you do.” Relena’s left brow rose critically when the girl’s head suddenly fell and bounced off the bar. “Bedtime,” the Minister declared, hoisting her inebriated aide over her shoulder. “I’ll take her,” Duo grinned hungrily but ended up on his ass when he tripped over the chair and went head over heals into the floor. “I think not,” Relena laughed. “I feel fine,” Chelsea giggled at the blinking boy on the floor. “Better’n him anyway,” she howled. “Good night,” Relena smiled at Hiiro who tipped his glass her way before they left. “I can’t believe you lost to that girl,” Hiiro chuckled, standing to help his fallen friend to his feet. “Ah, well,” Duo shrugged, collecting his darts. “It’s all in,” he said sending the first straight into the bull’s eyes, “what you want,” he added matching it with the second, “to win,” he finished settling the third beside its mates. “You intended to seduce her,” Hiiro commented. “I intended to make her happy,” Duo countered, relieving him of his drink so that he could drain it and promptly falling back into the chair when the last of the scotch flowed down his throat. “You really are drunk,” Hiiro laughed. “Half a bottle of scotch’ll do that to a guy,” Duo grinned, his cheeks so rosy red and such a soft, glowing light in his eyes Hiiro had to pause to catch his breath. His mind wandered back to the bay and the way he had reacted to seeing Duo adjust himself, memories of Trowa’s fervent kisses drowning out Quatre’s impassioned cried coming unbidden and suddenly he wondered what it would be like to kiss another human being. “Maybe you’ve had enough, too,” he smiled, leaning down to relieve Duo of his glass and place it on the table beside him but the way the longhaired boy was smiling at him bade him stay instead of standing back up. “Duo?” he softly intoned, wondering what it was he was feeling to cause such a reaction inside him as his breath became short and his mind fought to make sense of the heat bubbling in his veins. “Ever notice how your eyes are the same color as the sky at dusk?” Duo asked, raising a shaky hand to brush clumsily down his cheek and suddenly Hiiro was kissing him. It lasted only long enough for the Japanese boy to fully realize what he had done and pull away but it was enough to set his blood on fire and thoroughly fry his brain. “Never enough,” Duo mumbled and Hiiro breathed again only when he toppled over and passed out. He wanted to hold him so he didn’t but he couldn’t leave him on the floor. His mind raced looking for a solution but in the end he had no choice but to carry him back to his cabin. He wasn’t heavy but the burden lay weightily on his chest. His mind flashed on so many times he had been close to Relena but never felt the fever carrying Duo’s drunken body was instilling in him. He wanted to touch him but he didn’t dare. He wanted to kiss him again, his mouth dangling so temptingly close as they slipped inside Duo’s cabin but to do so would have been the ultimate betrayal of their friendship. “Hiiro,” Duo groaned, sending a hot thrill through his body as he laid him on his bed. “You’re drunk,” he reminded him. “I know,” Duo laughed and before Hiiro could move away he had wrapped his arms around his neck and locked their mouths together. Hiiro groaned as his body responded but refused to allow his arms to gather the slender boy to him. If he did he had no idea where this might end and Duo was only drunk, behaving playfully and without thought, doing things he probably wouldn’t even remember the following day but… damn it was good! What alcohol he had consumed worked to loosing the ridged hold over his own will allowing his mouth to lap hungrily at Duo’s willing lips until the boy slowly, to Hiiro’s great relief and disappointment, passed out again, whereupon he quickly untangled himself and abandoned him to return to his cabin. This changed everything. No longer was his mind clouded with uncertainty over what was missing in his life. He was definitely ready to take a lover but he had no freaking clue that his first choice on that subject would have turned out to be Duo Maxwell! His thoughts came faster than he was able to analyze them. Every moment of their past together coming vividly to life, the understanding that all this time he had secretly wanted to hold the beautiful American burning his brain until he thought smoke might roll out his ears. “Damn it!” he growled into the silence, flopping back on his bed. “Ok,” he said aloud forcing his mind to calm. So, this explained his reaction to Quatre and Trowa. He was obviously attracted to men. With that reality came the explanation of why he had never thought to advance his relationship with Relena because he was obviously not attracted to women. So, he was gay. Logical conclusion. She would no doubt be disappointed but he’d have to deal with that when the time came. Then there was Duo. Had he even known who he was kissing? He had called his name, it resounded in Hiiro’s mind over and over again leaving him breathless and covered in goose flesh but that didn’t answer his questions. Did he want him like Hiiro wanted him to? There was only one course of action. He would stay close to him and analyze the situation. His mind calmed a little when he found his path, allowing him to take a deep cleansing breath and relax however, it was at that moment that Quatre’s impassioned voice rose on the other side of the wall. Hiiro groaned, defiantly rolling over to bury his head under his pillow, swearing that if he ever did the get the opportunity to hear such sounds fall from Duo’s throat, he would make damn sure he was the only one enjoying them. ** “Hiiro? Did you hear me?” “Hm?” he replied, wondering what he had missed while his mind wandered to where ever Duo had gone. “Would you like a seltzer?” Relena repeated herself, offering him a cup of the sparkling water Chelsea was currently hanging her head over. “No thank you,” he declined, turning his attention back to the door where Duo had yet to appear. “You should arrive on L2 within two days,” Quatre commented. “Be sure to let us know the moment you dock.” “Not a second after,” Duo promised, breezing into the galley, his bright smile lighting up the room even as Hiiro’s heart skipped a beat. ”Are we ready to depart?” Relena inquired. “Your chariot awaits,” Duo replied, bowing with a flourish to allow her to pass. “How can you be so chipper after last night?” Chelsea groaned, looking terribly green around the gills as she stumbled by. “I have an incredibly strong constitution,” he smiled, helping her find the door and Hiiro was unable to resist the snicker when he paused to drink the rest of her seltzer and winked at him. “We’ll inform Wufei of your departure,” Quatre promised. “Tell him I will contact him once we’ve left the atmosphere,” Hiiro requested before following his friends. His eyes kept finding Duo wherever he went but the longhaired pilot showed no signs of even recalling what had happened between them the night before. It was a bit of a relief to know he wouldn’t be pressured into any major decisions overnight but his heart ached for the chance to give it another go. Relena gave him an inquiring look when they entered the surfacing bell but he refrained from comment. He was not looking forward to confessing his new revelation to her. Duo behaved in his usual way during the out trip, leaving Hiiro more frustrated by the minute. He realized by the time they reached the space port that his desire to speak to his friend about their heated exchange far outweighed his fears and uncertainties, but if Duo didn’t remember any of it there was his rejection to consider. What if he were actually offended by Hiiro’s attraction? What if the whole thing had been nothing more than drunken impetuousness? He wanted to try again, feel the soft lips that had so eagerly nibbled at his own, allow his arms to wrap firmly around the slim body that walked briskly ahead of him through the busy space port. “Hey, Hiiro?” “Hiiro!?” Relena gasped when the Japanese boy ran head long into his beckoning partner, bouncing their heads together. “Ah, man!” Duo groaned, holding his forehead and Hiiro’s arm for balance. “What the hell?” “S…sorry,” Hiiro stuttered, silently cursing his distraction as he nursed a bruised cheek. “Are you all right?” Chelsea chuckled. “At least one of us is,” Duo returned. “I’m gonna prep our shuttle while you see the girls off,” he added, blinking the tears out of his eyes. “All right,” Hiiro nodded, unconsciously reaching out to touch the side of his head. “You’re ok?” Duo nodded, offering him a lopsided smile before breaking away to head down another hall. Chelsea stood for a moment giggling quietly at the braided boys retreating back before suddenly excusing herself to go have their tickets checked, leaving Hiiro and Relena alone. “You missed him,” the girl commented, watching the way Hiiro kept watching where Duo had gone. Unwilling or unable to breech the subject of his feelings for Duo he replied with a simple nod. “He’s quite a character,” she laughed, walking with him to the shuttle entry. “I can see why.” He felt bad for his inability to confess to her but he really wasn’t sure exactly what he should be confessing yet so he swallowed the guilt and conjured up a smile instead. “Be prepared when you land,” he reminded her. “The press will be aware of your presence by the time you reach L4.” “I’ll be fine,” she smiled as Chelsea breezed by handing her a boarding pass before getting on the shuttle herself. “Contact me when you reach L2?” “If I can,” he promised, his eyes widening when she leaned forward and kissed him gently on the cheek. “Be safe,” she smiled, leaving him standing stunned in the hall. It took a moment for him to gather his senses and get his feet moving toward the military section of the spaceport, his hand coming up to brush at the warm spot her lips had left on his cheek as his mind analyzed the feelings it produced. He liked it when she kissed him, liked it very much in fact but one look at Duo standing in the hatch of their shuttle, his jacket abandoned for the tank top underneath, black pants and boots and those sexy fingerless gloves brought it home very quickly the feelings Duo stirred inside him were well beyond pleasantly warm. He swallowed hard, gazing up into the smiling face of his best friend, his mind licking a sloppy line up his body from the tip of his boots to the end of that pert little nose. “Come on!” the braided boy called happily as the wind whipped at his bangs and braid and Hiiro had to push down the enormous joy he felt at knowing he would be able to stay by his side. “You wanna take her out?” Duo asked once they were seated. “It doesn’t matter,” he replied, strapping in. “You don’t pilot much anymore, do you?” Duo mused. “There isn’t much reason to.” “Guess you must be getting a little rusty then,” Duo commented, causing Hiiro’s head to cock thoughtfully. “Better let me handle it if…” “I can handle it just fine,” Hiiro snipped, snatching at the yoke and completely ignoring the cocky smirk hiding in the corner of Duo’s mouth. He smiled as they broke the atmosphere, knowing deep down in his heart his friend had been right, he missed this feeling very much. It had nothing to do with days gone by or the glory of battle and was something only someone in his same position would be able to comprehend. It was simply the joy of flying. “Ahhhh,” Duo sighed kicking back. “Feels good to be home.” Hiiro considered his words, feeling very much the same as the stars came into brilliant clarity and the oppressive gravity of the Earth fell way. Home, yes, this was the place of his origin, where he had spent most of his life training and executing one mission after another, but in his heart home would always be that warm place he had never been able to find. His eyes shifted to Duo’s reclining form as his mind amended that perhaps he had only not recognized what he had found a long time ago. They passed the time playing silly little games Duo informed him were the only reason the Sweepers were not all suffering from space sickness. Hiiro won most of the math based games but Duo was quicker with forms and radical changes. They were fairly even when the night cycle chimed, signaling the rest period. “You’re lucky,” Duo grinned, standing and Hiiro’s blood suddenly froze when he reached for his belt. “I was fixing to clean you’re clock.” “Wait!” Hiiro blurted as his heart slammed into his throat when Duo’s pants hit the floor, his eyes raking the perfect body that was being revealed as he pulled his shirt over his head. “What?” Duo blinked, dropping the tank on his bunk. “A…aren’t you going to check our course?” Hiiro stammered, forcing his eyes away from the smooth skin and firm flesh moving about the cabin. “Sure,” Duo nodded, seeming mildly confused. “I’ll do it.” Hiiro kicked himself mentally for having reacted so strongly but there was little he could do about it other than force his emotions to calm and get some sleep. He knew that was going to be more difficult than it seemed when Duo returned, yawning widely and flopped down in the bunk beside him. “Approach signal should wake us early. G’night, Hiiro,” he mumbled sleepily, rolling over so that his bare back was fully exposed to Hiiro’s hungry eyes whereupon the Japanese boy groaned internally and covered his head. He couldn’t deny it; he wanted to touch him, wanted to feel his hand moving over cool skin and hear the sumptuous sounds of an impassioned lover. He was ready, so ready to hold a warm body and express his feelings in a physical way. His mind simmered with thoughts of soft groans and Duo’s voice gently calling out his name, his hands gripping and pulling the slender American closer as his blood began to sing with untapped passion. He moaned, desperate to release the building tension and let the flames consume him, his body striving, straining to reach out and claim the one that could cure the avid fever that had taken him over, body and mind. He gasped softly when the climax overtook him, rearing up off his cot as waves of heat bled from his body, his eyes darting to Duo’s slumbering form and his lungs sucking air only when he was certain the longhaired boy was still sound asleep. He groaned, rolling over to face the wall in his utter mortification as his heart slowed and his body cooled and he realized he was going to have to make a trip to the head. Illicit dreams about his partner and friend, he had been reduced to smutty dreams but was it so wrong to want to be with the one he desired? He paused to gaze at the slumbering boy in the cot when he was finished in the head. Duo’s face lay in peaceful sleep, his eyes smiling even while they were closed to the reality of the world around him and Hiiro sighed happily just to look upon him. His desire to confront the beauteous boy that had so utterly encompassed his world as of late needled him into stepping toward him but it was at that moment the approach signal went off. “Hiiro?” Duo garbled sleepily, wiping at his eyes. “What time is it?” “Approach just sounded,” he replied, letting his desire for confrontation slip away. “Didn’t’ you sleep?” “Some.” “Don’t worry,” Duo mumbled, rolling over to face the wall. “We’re not gonna let anything happen to the Earth.” Hiiro paused, snorting wryly to himself. Only Duo would understand the depth of his personal attachment to Mother Earth. “Get up,” he snipped, jerking Duo’s unused blanket from beneath his feet. “Hey!” “You’re taking us in,” Hiiro informed him. “You’re getting awfully bitchy in your old age,” Duo groused but rolled out anyway. “Yeah, well,” Hiiro grumbled, heading to the back of the shuttle to prep their gear, “That is entirely your fault.” He didn’t wait around to gauge the confusion the comment wrought but he was just a bit fed up with his own lack of control. Docking went as smooth as one could expect it to with an ex-Gundam pilot at the helm and they soon stepped out into the weekly rain cycle of L2’s fall season. “They couldn’t hold off until we left?” Duo grumbled, sloshing through the puddles on the way to their rental car. “Lets just hope this job doesn’t take too long,” Hiiro groused, stepping into the grass and Duo’s hand stilled on the car door when he was suddenly six inches shorter. He snorted when he heard a sucking sound as Hiiro pulled his foot free, his face contorted with disgust and busted up laughing when his partner went looking for his shoe. “Shut up,” Hiiro grumbled, pouring the mud out of his shoe, his lips curling into a justified grin when Duo laughed so hard he slipped and smacked ass first into the muddy bank on the other side. For a moment all the braided boy could do was sit and blink as the laugher bubbled up and spilled from Hiiro’s throat but then he burst out giggling again as he extracted himself from the soggy ground. “You get to explain this when we turn the car back in,” he chuckled, doing his best to wipe at least most of the dirt off his pants. “Bill the governor,” Hiiro snickered, climbing in beside his friend, his mirth wavering moderately at the odd way Duo was looking at him. “What?” he laughed, loathe to lose the good humor. “You sort of glow when you crack a joke,” Duo informed him, starting the car but Hiiro had no response to the comment and so held his tongue. Duo, however, just had to add, “Looks good on ya,” before backing out and sparing his partner the embarrassment of having him see his ears catch on fire.
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