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"Uncommon Hero"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/Action-Adventure, Light language,
light angst, humor, action, Some lemony type stuff ^-^ Pairings: 1x2, 3x4 5+ (I aaaainnt teeelling! 8^P) Summary: Duo, Quatre, Trowa and Wufei are all members of an elite rescue team when they receive a fifth, and in Duo's case, unwelcome member. Author’s notes at the end cause they’re spoilers Beta’ed by the beautiful Mechantte ^-^
" Uncommon Hero" Ch 3 Hiiro rose early. He hadn’t slept well and had issues that he felt could wait no longer. As usual, Wufei was in the kitchen making himself a bit of breakfast and a pot of black tea, his eyes shifting cautiously when Hiiro entered instead of leaving for his morning run. “Do you mind?” the Japanese boy asked, indicating he would like a cup of tea and Wufei favored him with a glance before nodding. Hiiro filled two cups, sitting one on the table where Wufei brought his bowl and sat down. “There’s more if you’d like some,” the Chinese boy offered politely indicating his meal. “No thanks,” Hiiro replied. “There was something I wanted to speak with you about.” Wufei paused, holding a bit of his oatmeal before his mouth for a moment before finally eating it and stating simply, “Duo.” Hiiro nodded and sipped his tea. “I met him here,” Wufei smiled fondly. “Two years ago. We’ve worked together ever since.” “You care for him,” Hiiro elaborated. Wufei’s gaze rose to consider him, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully before he nodded. “Deeply,” he confessed. “Then you should know that I have developed feelings for him as well,” Hiiro informed him. His brow rose skeptically when Wufei snorted softly and laid his spoon on the table. “Was this before or after he punched you in the face?” he asked amusedly. “He’s the reason I asked to be assigned to this team.” “You realize he’s never shown the slightest interest in any sort of intimate relationship,” Wufei commented. “Does he even know how you feel?” Wufei’s eyes grew sad as they fell to the table and he replied, “He knows.” “Then why haven’t you…” “Because I cannot give him everything he deserves,” Wufei cut him off, standing to clean his bowl. “I love him,” he told him, concentrating on the water swirling down the drain. “That much is true but…” he said, turning to face his companion, “I’m not gay.” “You honestly don’t think you could…?” “No,” Wufei chuckled, turning the water off. “But there is nothing else I wouldn’t do for him,” he added softly. “Then we appear to understand each other,” Hiiro replied, standing to leave. “Hiiro?” “Hn?” “I don’t like to see him in pain,” Wufei told him adding a somber, “I believe it would hurt him a great deal if you were to die.” “I shall do my best to stay alive then.” Wufei returned the smile he offered before leaving to take his morning run. ** Duo watched from his perch on the roof as Hiiro disappeared into the distance, the spectacle of the nearby air field he had come up there to watch forgotten as his mind filled with questions he wasn’t sure he wanted the answers to as he mulled over the conversation he had overheard in the kitchen. Wufei’s feeling were nothing new, he had known for some time about the special place he held in the Chinese boy’s heart but never held any hope of it blossoming for the same reason Wufei had explained to Hiiro. Wufei was not capable of a homosexual relationship. Duo wondered as he watched Hiiro fade from sight if he might be able to maintain such a relationship. ~~ “Duo?” “Hey, Quat,” the braided boy replied, sinking deep in the couch. “Are you all right?” Quatre asked, joining him. Duo thought for a moment, his gaze going from depressed contemplation to thoughtful curiosity before he suddenly asked, “How did you know Trowa was the one?” Quatre balked for a moment then shrugged and got comfortable. “He became more important to me than myself I suppose.” “You’re important to me,” Duo reasoned. “No offense but it doesn’t make me wanna play tonsil hockey with you.” “None taken,” Quatre laughed. “So, you’re more curious about our sexual relationship…” “Don’t say it like that!” Duo whined. “Why not?” the blond boy chuckled. “It’s a perfectly natural thing for two people in love to share.” “Two guys?” Duo sighed. “All people have hearts,” Quatre smiled, eyeing him carefully. “Are you more interested in the how or the why?” Duo thought for a time before asking, “How?” Quatre’s face lit up with mischievous delight causing Duo to groan and bury his face in his hands. “You like him don’t you?” “Don’t go there,” the braided boy moaned. “Why not just admit it?” “What difference would it make if I’m not interested in … you know…” “Oh,” Quatre scoffed. “That’s not a problem. If you care for him it’ll be perfect.” “What exactly is perfect?” Duo inquired, peering at him out of the corner of his eye. “You know? Top or…” “Depends on the mood,” Quatre shrugged. “I’m afraid I’m a bit selfish when it comes to intimate play,” he confessed, making Duo hide in his hands again while he laughed at him. “But Trowa prefers to do most of the work so it works out well for us both.” “So… you play catcher most of the time?” Duo asked, peering through his fingers to see his friend’s smiling nod. “Doesn’t it hurt?” he asked before he realized what he had said and turned both of them bright red. “Umm… not really,” Quatre laughed uncomfortably. “Not when it’s done properly.” “There’s a proper way?” Duo groaned dejectedly. “Haven’t you ever looked into these things?” Quatre asked. “It’s never come up before,” Duo grumbled, tucking a throw pillow under his arms. “Do you think Hiiro’s interested?” Duo nodded, picking at the corner of his pillow. “Did he say so?” “Not to me.” Quatre thought for a moment. “Then I suggest you find a way to get closer to him and see how you feel.” “What if I hate it?” Duo asked distantly. Quatre thought for a moment more then smiled. “Close your eyes,” he instructed and Duo eyed him before he complied. “Now, picture his face. Can you see his smile?” Duo nodded as a small smile curled his lips. Quatre grinned and continued. “Now move your gaze down, see his neck?” Duo nodded again but the smile softened and faded. “Does it make your mouth water?” Quatre stifled a giggle when Duo’s tongue peeked out to wet his lips. “Can you see his shoulders? His chest? Does it make you want to reach out and touch his skin? Feel his flesh shiver beneath your fingers?” “Shit!” Duo gasped as his eyes flew open and the pillow made a sudden landing in his lap. “I think you’re good to go,” Quatre laughed as he stood and sauntered away. ** “Duo! Duo! Over here! Remember me! It’s Christy! From the tornado last year!” “Oh yeah!” the braided boy shouted over the din of news reporters and die hard fans as he exited an air ship the team had rescued from hijackers. “Let her through!” he told the soldiers that were securing the perimeter of their landing. The girl ducked under the line accompanied by her friend that was just as excited and pink faced as she was as they ran to keep up with the brisk pace of the exhausted team. “Mr. Maxwell! Do you have a comment for the press?!” “You know better than that, Susan,” Duo smiled at one of their regular reporters. “Can’t blame a girl for trying,” the woman returned. “All in due time, give the grunts their due.” Duo smiled tucking Christy under one arm and her friend under the other as the flash bulbs went off. “One of these days I’m going to make it on the first page of your priority list!” Susan shouted but her attention was suddenly taken away when Hiiro limped into view. Duo sighed as every person on the field rushed to surround their newest member in spite of the dark scowl on his face. A small smile curled his lips knowing his partner was hating every minute of the attention, it had taken some time but they had learned that he was anything but a glory hound. He did what he did because he could but his abilities and willingness to throw himself in harms way were as eye catching to the public and press as the star of Bethlehem. Duo was pleased to note his actions no longer appeared to be suicidal, though he rarely hesitated to do what was necessary to save lives. There had never been anyone he worked with quite so well; having Hiiro on the team with his strength and cool calculations gave him the freedom to concentrate on his own areas of expertise. Trowa was a lineman, not a co pilot per say, his lover a paramedic and extraction specialist. Wufei excelled in space endeavors or deep sea excursions and Duo was the best pilot on or off the planet. Hiiro had brought it all together; filling a roll none of them had realized was empty. He had inadvertently become their leader, his level headedness countering Duo’s tendency for the extreme. In less than three months they had become the single most respected search and rescue team known to man. “Mr. Yui! Did you receive your injury while protecting the passengers?!” “Is it true you single handedly subdued three of the highjackers when they threatened your team!?” “Will you be attending the Primary Ball with Relena Darlian!?” “Is it true you’ve been seeing Ms. Darlian since you rescued her?!” “Quatre,” Duo said quietly, gently nudging the blond in the shoulder. He took a deep breath and rolled his big, blue/green eyes before stepping forward. “Ladies and Gentlemen, if you please…” It took some effort and several slips of the tongue before Quatre finally pulled the swarm of reporters off and Hiiro tossed a grateful look toward Duo. “Christy?” “Yes?” the girl beamed, still thrumming with excitement. “How would you and…” “Bethany,” her friend happily supplied. “Bethany,” Duo repeated charmingly. “Why don’t you two take my friend here inside?” Both of their faces lit up enthusiastically as they beamed at the handsome Japanese boy but Hiiro looked very much like he would rather rip Duo’s throat out with his teeth. Duo grinned and leaned down to huddle with the girls. “You see, his leg is much worse than his brain will tell his body and I’d rather not embarrass him by carrying his skinny ass inside.” Christy laughed heartily but grabbed her friend and dove under Hiiro’s arm. Bethany mirrored her position and Hiiro limped off the field, choosing to not even look at his braided partner lest he vaporize him where he stood. Three hours later found them hobbling into their barracks, Quatre giving instructions all the way. Une had given Hiiro a commendation for his selfless performance aboard the airship Providence when she learned he had taken responsibility for his team and offered himself as a hostage. Duo had been reprimanded in due course because he had refused to allow the sacrifice and ended up killing three of the suspects in his effort to retrieve their teammate and causing Hiiro’s injury. Wufei had been given an honorarium as well for his efforts to subdue the remainder of the suspects, making it possible for the team to reclaim control of the airship and see it safely to the ground. “Put him on the couch,” Quatre continued his steady stream of orders. “I want to have a look at his dressing before we put him to bed.” “I can look after myself,” Hiiro argued but plopped into the couch anyway. “He’ll need extra pillows,” the blond boy went on, ignoring his patient’s objections while Trowa did as he bid and fetched the added fluff. “We’ll take turns preparing his meals and bathing him…” “What!?” Hiiro barked but shut up when Quatre glared him down. “You have a bullet hole in your upper thigh,” he reminded him, seating himself on the coffee table as he checked his bandages. “You won’t be taking a shower anytime soon.” “It’s fine.” “It is not fine!” Quatre snipped, glaring at Duo who was coming out of the kitchen with a tumbler of whiskey in his hand. “I seem to recall a certain rule about not endangering members of the team unnecessarily.” “Leave him alone,” Hiiro sighed tiredly. “I got him back,” Duo added, crossing the floor. “You got him shot!” Quatre growled and Duo turned to face him but Trowa laid a hand on his shoulder and guided him away from the confrontation. “They would have killed him,” Wufei interjected softly. “You don’t know that!” the blond retorted. “Quatre,” Trowa whispered softly, effectively disarming his agitated lover. “Hiiro knew what he was doing.” “He could have been killed,” Quatre grumbled. Hiiro sighed gratefully when Duo placed the tumbler in his hand and took a deep draw before looking up into his partner’s eyes. “If Duo hadn’t gone postal they would have shot me before we reached the cockpit.” Duo chuckled appreciatively at his choice of phrase as it had caused Quatre to break down and grin and tucked a throw pillow under Hiiro’s knee. “Are you hungry?” Wufei tactfully changed the subject. “Tired,” Hiiro breathed softly as his head fell back. “You can sleep here for a while,” Duo suggested, leaning over to adjust his pillows so he could lean into the corner of the couch. Hiiro caught his arm before he could move away, their eyes gently locking together as a communication deeper than words passed between them. “Thanks,” Hiiro finally smiled, releasing him and Duo glowed softly as he smiled and tended the blanket. “Anytime.” ** “Are there anymore grapes?” Duo rolled his eyes, stretching out on the end of the bed to check the bowl. “Thanks,” Hiiro smiled, receiving it while Duo went back to watching the small vid screen Quatre and set up in Hiiro’s room. His eyes raked down Duo’s slender form where he was sprawled out along the foot of his bed, his hips barely covered by the PJ bottoms he still wore from the night before as Hiiro had required his assistance to use the restroom well before the waking hour. Hiiro watched him watching some show about a little black boy and his estranged brother. Finding the last of the grapes warm and sour as only the smallest still remained on the barren stalk he quietly set the bowl aside and regrouped. “Nnnn.” “Your leg bothering you?” Duo asked without turning away from the show. “A little,” Hiiro nodded, hissing softly as he adjusted his weight. “Quatre’s got you scheduled for walking exercises today,” he reminded him, sitting up to crawl up the bed and Hiiro had to snap his mouth shut before he got caught with it gaping open. “Let me see.” “It’s fine,” the Japanese boy replied, rethinking his plan. “Just be still and let me look,” Duo insisted, forcing his fingers beneath the waistband of Hiiro’s pants. “S…stop!” Hiiro laughed, squirming away. “You’re ticklish?” Duo grinned happily. “No.” “Yes you are,” the braided boy giggled, poking him in the ribs as they both fell into laugher. “S…stop!” “Say uncle!” “U…uncle! Uncle already!” Duo relented, not willing to push the game so far as to seriously hurt his patient but his eyes sparkled as brightly as Hiiro’s when they pulled apart. “Let me have a look,” Duo repeated, moving to expose the wound. “Quatre’s not putting you through the paces if you’ve popped a stitch or something.” “It’s fine,” Hiiro insisted but obediently laid still. The bandages had dwindled over the past few days until all that remained was a thick layer of cotton taped in place over the wound, which lay just below the crease of Hiiro’s upper thigh and hip. “An inch to the left and it would have hit the artery,” Duo commented. “So you’ve pointed out,” Hiiro grinned, gazing playfully at him. “Frequently.” “Better than a nine millimeter between your eyes,” Duo grumbled, lifting the tape for inspection. Hiiro watched, unable to tame the smile on his face as Duo checked each stitch and fiddled around looking for any sign of seeping or infection until the braided boy suddenly slowed and spent a very long time refastening the tape. “I know what you want,” he said, watching his finders work intently. The smile left Hiiro’s face to be replaced by apprehension. “Does it frighten you?” he asked uncertainly. “A little,” Duo smiled, finishing his work but remaining close by. “Only a little?” Hiiro smiled, relaxing into his pillows. “You’ve been really good for us.” “What about you?” Hiiro asked, leaning closer. “I… don’t know if I can,” Duo told him as his eyes misted over and his breath became shallow. “I’d let you shoot me in the other leg to find out,” Hiiro whispered, laying a bold hand along Duo’s jaw as he laughed. “Is it horrible?” he asked, running his thumb over the smooth skin of Duo’s cheek. “No,” the braided boy replied leaning into his touch. “All I ask,” Hiiro told him drifting nearer, his eyes slowly slipping closed as they began to breathe the same air, “is that you let me try.” “Hiirmm,” Duo groaned as Hiiro claimed the kiss, his mouth working quickly to open the longhaired boy’s mind and body to the experience and Duo moaned deliciously as he melted into the pillows beneath his head. “Let me make you feel wonderful,” Hiiro breathed, letting his hand move firmly down Duo’s side, his fingers questing for the soft flesh beneath his clothes as he used his mouth to prove the promise in his words. “Sweet Mary, Mother of God,” Duo rasped, writhing beneath him, his skin a molten conductor of the heat within Hiiro’s hands. He hissed and latched onto the Japanese boy, kissing him soundly when that heat suddenly melded with the inferno that lay between his thighs. His breath was thin, matching Hiiro’s with laborious intensity as he clung tightly to him and rode the wave. Hiiro moved down his neck, allowing him the opportunity to swallow and draw in the sweet, cool air but he refused to relent in his effort to push his body beyond its limits, his mouth moving to kiss Duo’s heaving chest as the braided boy arched back and cried his name. Duo wriggled desperately, his hands coming to bury long fingers in thick, chocolate brown hair as Hiiro cultivated a fire inside him that begged mercilessly to be released; then, in a blinding flash of light Hiiro bit down firmly on his nipple and Duo’s hips thrust upward as his body surrendered to the overpowering sensuality of his first homosexual encounter. “Are you angry?” Hiiro breathed, hiding his nose behind Duo’s ear but the braided boy’s first response was to laugh giddily. “That was intense.” “You’re not mad?” Hiiro grinned, coming out of hiding. “I don’t have the energy,” Duo laughed. Hiiro smiled and kissed him softly before he replied, “Next time you won’t get off so easy.” “You’re done?” Hiiro backed off to gape at him, his eyes quickly calculating until he was suddenly climbing out of his clothes and on top of Duo. “Whoa! Shit! I was kidding!” Duo laughed, fending him off. “Bullshit.” “You’re injured!” the braided boy giggled, forcing him away. “I’m a quick healer,” Hiiro stated matter-of-factly, bending to kiss his neck. “Quatre’d kill me if you reopened that hole!” Duo squirmed. “Duo, that is a very suggestive choice of words to use at this particular…” “Oh, geez!” Duo laughed, crawling out from under him. “There’ll be no living with you now.” “Don’t go,” Hiiro begged shamelessly, groping at his hand. “I’m going to clean up,” Duo giggled, dodging his grasp as he danced out the door. “Mornin, Fei!” he sang, narrowly avoiding a collision with his startled friend as he headed for the bathroom. Wufei stood bleary eyed for a moment as if he had just been smacked with a cold fish, his eyes coming to focus on the partially opened door of Hiiro’s room where Duo had emerged. Hiiro was rolling around in his bed, apparently energetic enough to attempt to rise on his own while Duo’s voice rose in song as the shower hissed to life and a slow smile curled Wufei’s lips as he resumed his usual morning trek into the kitchen. “Hiiro?! What are you doing out of bed?!” “I need to use the restroom.” “Duo’s in the shower. You shouldn’t be up without one of us to help you,” Quatre scolded, going to his side. “I’m fine. Just hand me my crutch.” “You can’t wait until Duo is finished?” the blond asked, reluctantly obeying. “He won’t mind,” Hiiro smirked, hobbling to the bathroom door. “At least you’re moving around,” Quatre sighed. “I’ll get the cart ready to take you to therapy.” “Umm, no hurry. This might take a while,” the Japanese boy smiled, handing him the crutch as he slipped inside. Quatre stared at the door for a long moment as Wufei appeared and leaned against the kitchen doorway, a tight smile half hidden behind his teacup when Duo suddenly gasped… “Hiiro?!” Quatre’s eyes grew wide, his hand nearly on the knob when the warmth of Trowa’s hands settled on his shoulders. “Let them play,” the taller boy thrummed in his ear, sending a visible shiver through the blond that prompted Wufei to retreat to the safety of the kitchen. “But… he might reopen the wound…” “I think it’ll be worth it,” Trowa purred, turning him slowly, his hands softly gripping Quatre’s as he lifted them, pinned them gently to the wall and kissed him so slowly he had to hold him up to keep him from sinking to the floor. “Trowa?” Quatre rasped softly, finding himself securely tucked in his lover’s arms as he was guided toward their room. “We have a few minutes,” Trowa smiled, turning him to kiss him as he backed him through the door. ** tbc... |
