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"White Wing"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: AU, romance, slight angst, sap, and
even the plot bunnies are still sighing over the fluff lol Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5x13, Rx1 (unrequited)
Summary: A studious Limo driver’s well laid life plan takes a chaotic turn when a multitude of new doors open when he meets a beautiful young man. Also I know squat about quantum physics and everything technical in this story is purely make believe so if it sounds stupid... uh... that's why! *grin* "White Wing"
Ch 5 It was all he could do to contain himself until the morning when he was to meet Duo at the gym for their first workout together. This he knew, he could do this blindfolded and knew Duo was someone who could truly appreciate the little gym he had become so comfortable in. He arrived early dressed down as usual in grey sweat pants and the customary wrist braces that helped steady his grip when he worked on the weight bench. His favorite sneakers weren’t going to win any fashion awards with their dingy yellow and white color but he’d had them forever and felt more at home in the shoes than he did in his apartment at times. The tank he would usually loose during the session when it got too damp to be comfortable but today he knew he would suffer with it instead of flaunting in front of Duo. However, when Duo breezed through the glass doors he was sporting a pair of blue jean shorts beneath which were black, knee length spandex leggings and he’d pulled the cut off t-shirt over his head before he stepped in front of the knee curl machine Hiiro had been using. “Morning,” he smiled draping his shirt over a neighboring treadmill. Hiiro opened his mouth but all that came out was a squeak until he cleared his throat and rasped a throaty, “Hello.” “You started without me,” Duo scolded nabbing a towel from a nearby rack to wipe the sweat off his brow. Hiiro took one look at him with his windswept hair and skin shimmering with well earned perspiration and smiled, “Just trying to keep up. You rode your bike?” “It’s not that far,” Duo smiled settling into the leg press on the other side of him. Hiiro knew exactly how far it was, ten point four miles to be exact, and felt that now familiar smile tug at his lips again. It was the strangest thing for someone who rarely spoke to other people unless it couldn’t be avoided but conversation with Duo just came so easily to him. Slowly, he became aware of the other patrons of the gym, men and boys he’d see time and again but seldom took the time to associate with staring at the sudden change in his behavior. It felt good to just relax and go with the flow because there was no doubt the simple businessmen and high school jocks that frequented the little gym had no idea what interspatial frequencies had to do with mach communications. Hiiro was still bewildered that Duo could understand what he was talking about more or less offer intelligent counterpoints to his arguments and idea’s but as the morning wore on his attention shifted as he began to recognize the slow gazes of some of the spectators. “You want your shirt?” he asked casually letting the weights down hard as he flashed a heated glance at a gentleman he’d often seen in the gym before who was, at that moment, staring at Duo’s bare stomach. “Naw,” Duo grunted pressing another eighty pounds up and over his head. “Too hot.” “That’s the problem,” Hiiro grumbled wishing for the first time that Duo wasn’t quite as appealing to look at. He couldn’t blame them though because he’d barely been able to tear his eyes away since the morning began. It was clear Duo didn’t have the slightest idea how he affected his fellow man, hell even the guy that sometimes brought his five year old son along was craning his neck to get a peek and it was starting to piss Hiiro off. Duo’s weights slowly stopped moving as Hiiro pulled his shirt off exposing the single most perfect set of abs the braided boy had ever seen and effectively warning any hopeful suitors they’d have a fight on their hands where Duo was concerned. Hiiro turned just in time to catch Duo drooling over the way his back moved as he lowered his arms and grinned lecherously laughing out loud when the longhaired boy glowed crimson and averted his eyes. “You’re not the only one that can put on a show,” Hiiro commented proudly dropping his damp tank on the floor. “No,” Duo agreed taking back up his weights. “But I’m gonna be the only one with a backstage pass.” Hiiro choked on his water bottle while Duo laughed then joined him in both the merriment and the weights. Duo kept up so well he was pushing harder than he had in months but when it came time to test themselves with the heavy weights Hiiro had the upper hand. He’d been steadily adding more weights as his muscles heated up and though Duo tried to match him he had to stop at two hundred forty pounds. His arms were shaking by then but he insisted on helping the guy that usually brought his son spot Hiiro who was moving two hundred and ninety with relative ease. “Stay away from Kryptonite,” Duo teased as Hiiro set the bar down. “Another twenty,” Hiiro smiled tightening his gloves. “Is this normal?” Duo chuckled but obeyed securing another ten on his end while the other man put ten on his. “His records three fifty,” the guy smiled. “Duo,” Duo grinned offering his hand. “Wayne,” the guy replied shaking it a bit too long for Hiiro’s liking. It irritated him that he’d been being spotted by this guy for months and never thought to ask his name and he and Duo were on a first name basis in one morning but it was his own fault so he kept it to himself and put three lifts behind him before asking for more weight. “You don’t have to do that,” Duo reasoned reluctant to add the requested fifty pounds. “Time to pump the record,” Hiiro grinned prepping his hands and squaring his shoulders. “Hey, Mack!” Wayne called to the old man behind the counter. “Grab the vid! He’s going for a new record!” Duo laughed and shook his head giving in and adding the weights to his end of the bar. When Wayne’s was finished as well Hiiro gripped it and breathed deep but before he could begin Duo’s face appeared over top of him. “You don’t have to do this,” the longhaired boy smiled gently. “Sure I do,” Hiiro countered glancing at the surrounding group before he softly added, “These jerks know it’s only the best for you and that’s going to be me.” Duo laughed pinking nicely as he retreated to guard his end of the bar. There was a low murmur of wondrous approval when the slender boy lifted the weight but dead silence reigned while he pressed it not once but twice before laying it smoothly back into the rack whereupon the little gym erupted in cheerful praise. “You are a natural born freak,” Duo laughed clapping him on the shoulder. “Not sure if I like that,” Hiiro chuckled wiping the sweat from his brow. “There’s no way a guy with your build should be able to do that,” Duo argued offering him some water. “It’s all in the wrist,” Hiiro smirked. “Seriously,” Duo smiled speaking softer as the others began to move away. “You’re really incredible.” “Hn,” Hiiro grunted glancing slyly out of the corner of his eye. “I was just thinking the same thing about you,” he smirked turning his water bottle up to drain it. “Hey, Duo!” “Yeah?” the longhaired boy smiled at where Wayne and his friend were standing near the door. “We’re heading over to Chelsea’s Dinner for coffee. Wanna come?” Hiiro’s eyes hardened dangerously causing Wayne’s face to pale but Duo was already in motion grabbing his shirt as he turned to ask Hiiro, “Sounds good, huh? Do we have time?” Hiiro hid his blush behind a towel and silently kicked himself before sounding off a casual, “Sure.” It had never even occurred to him that he had been included on the invitation and he began to question his good sense as they cleaned up and moseyed across the street to the local’s favorite place to reward themselves for a good workout. Wayne, his friend Dan and a young man Hiiro had seen hanging around the gym lately who he learned was called Dunk were already there and made room amiably when they arrived. Wayne made sure he wasn’t seated next to Duo placing the kid there instead in lieu of suffering another of Hiiro’s killer glares but all in all they were received in a friendly way. It was so amazing how easily Duo seemed to fit into any group of people no matter what their social status was or where they were born and Hiiro felt his heart slip another notch as he listened to him banter and laugh with their companions. It didn’t hit him until after they’d left that he hadn’t said two words the entire time and suddenly began to feel somewhat inadequate in the afterglow of Duo’s easy camaraderie. “Sorry about back there,” he apologized as they walked down the sidewalk toward his office. “For what?” Duo snorted taking in the items in a store front window. “I’m afraid I’m not very good with groups of people,” Hiiro confessed. Duo flashed him a sideways look and smirked, “The strong silent sort huh?” “You could put it that way,” Hiiro chuckled. Duo smiled turning to look in another shop window as he quietly replied, “Just my type.” Hiiro suppressed the huge grin that was tying to take over his face as he stepped up and pushed open the door to his office and waited for Duo to enter. “Mr. Yui…” “Good morning, Mrs. Yangtz,” Hiiro smiled in spite of the sour expression on his receptionist’s race. “You’re late,” she promptly informed him. “I’ve set up the schedule as you requested but you’ve lost almost half an hour already.” “Who’s the first pick up?” Hiiro asked ushering Duo toward his office door. She eyed him cautiously pushing a stern, “Chang Wufei,” through thin lips as her eyes fell to where Hiiro’s hand bushed the small of Duo’s back when he opened the door for him. “Would you get me his cell number please?” he asked ignoring her less than friendly behavior in favor of closing the door and being with Duo. “She’s nice,” Duo nodded sarcastically heading straight for the bay window where Hiiro kept a great number of plants in the windowsill. “She’s very efficient,” Hiiro chuckled giving into the urge to follow him. “Purple Passiflora?” Duo chuckled tentatively touching a bright purple and yellow bloom. “How did you know that?” Hiiro laughed softly sliding in behind him close enough to feel the heat of his back on his chest. “It’s almost as if you can read my mind,” he commented loosing himself in the delicate fragrance of Duo’s hair. Duo took a long, slow breath that made Hiiro’s legs twitch and softly replied, “You’re not so hard to read.” “Most people would disagree with you,” Hiiro laughed. “Most people don’t look past the end of their nose,” Duo countered turning slowly to gaze upon him. “I want more than what’s on the surface.” “You can have anything I’ve got,” Hiiro breathed giving in to the scorching desire to taste his lips but the moment lasted only an instant when something slammed loudly onto the desk. They broke apart so fast Hiiro didn’t have time to really evaluate Duo’s reaction before his suddenly irate receptionist declared her final moments in his employ, turned on her heel and stormed from the room. It was an awkward moment at best as they stood and stared at one another then Duo found the nerve to laugh. “Sorry,” he chuckled apologetically. “It wasn’t your idea,” Hiiro sighed. “That’s not what I’m sorry about,” Duo smiled. Hiiro considered him for a time before he figured out that he was being sympathetic for his lack of a receptionist instead of the kiss and smiled. “Well,” he shrugged stepping closer to slip a hand along Duo’s neck as he smiled. “The damage is done…might as well enjoy the crime.” Duo grinned and opened his mouth to him eager to explore his reasoning which they were both thoroughly enjoying when the phone rang. “Sorry,” Hiiro breathed loathe to release him as he searched blindly for the phone, found it and placed it to his ear. “White Wing Limousine… yes… I’m sorry but I’ll have to check the schedule and call you back,” he went on though his eyes were closing as Duo nibbled along his jaw. “All right... Damn,” he breathed as he set the receiver down on its hook. “You’re making it very hard to think.” “Then don’t,” Duo grinned reclaiming his lips but just about the time they had completely surrendered the phone rang again. “Damn,” Hiiro cursed snatching it up. “Yes?” Duo laughed at his impatience making him blush and grin as well. “No, I’m sorry but I’m sort handed at the moment. Why don’t you try Chaney’s?” His eyes slipped shut again when Duo playfully lapped at his ear. “I see,” Hiiro sighed trying not to move too much as he reached for a pen. “What’s the address?” Damn but it was hard to concentrate with Duo licking his ear. “Colonial? Colonnades… sorry…” Duo snickered loosing the mood and squeaked when Hiiro pinched him on the ass. “I’ll have to check the schedule and call you back. All right, thanks,” he said putting the phone down. “You are pure evil,” he grinned tightening his arms around the braided demon. “And I fully intend to corrupt you,” Duo grinned moving in for another kiss that was interrupted by another phone call. “Damn it,” Hiiro sighed. “Don’t you know anyone that can fill in for you?” Duo asked. “Not off hand,” Hiiro sighed giving up on the romance to answer the call. “White Wing Limo…” Duo watched him for a moment hooking his thumb in his shorts with his palm over his cell and the moment Hiiro set the receiver down he grinned and flipped it open. “I can solve your problem,” he smiled. Hiiro cocked a brow. “Again?” he chuckled watching curiously while Duo dialed. “Hey, Hilde,” he smiled when someone picked up. “Yeah. Quat and I have been working on a new project… Sorry babe, it’s nothing you’d find interesting but I do have a line on a reception gig that might help you get through next seasons admissions…. I don’t know…hold on…” he said turning his attention to Hiiro. “What’s the pay scale and hours?” “What’s her skill level?” Hiiro smiled “Better than average,” Duo smirked holding the phone away from his ear when the young lady on the other end squealed. “Ask her to come in and we’ll set up a schedule,” Hiiro replied. Duo relayed the request and assured his friend that it would be worth her while then explained to Hiiro that Hilde was attending the university but needed the money for tuition and could probably work at least thirty hours a week until classes started. It would work out well all the way around as Hiiro was already planning on dismantling the Limo service as things got moving with the Peacemillion and WEI. Hilde would earn more than enough for her next semester and have some left over before they finally shut down then she’d be free to concentrate on her studies. For the moment they stepped down the street to a local gizmo store and picked up an answering machine that let Hiiro get on with his duties for the day. First and foremost was getting to Wufei’s as quickly as possible so he wasn’t late for his afternoon lessons. Duo road along as they were due to stop by Quatre’s office for a meeting soon after and whistled low and long when they pulled up outside the Chang residence. “No wonder old Khushy’s nailing this guy,” he chuckled. “You really don’t like him do you?” Hiiro laughed slowing to a stop in front of the massive gate. “He’s like most aristocrats,” Duo shrugged. “Blinded by arrogance and an overactive sense of duty. It doesn’t take an act of congress to open your eyes and see what’s going on right under your nose.” “He did agree to reroute Maxwell’s funding, “Hiiro reminded him noticing that Wufei was not alone when he exited the estate. “Seems there’s hope for everyone,” Duo replied as a wide grin spread over his lips but Hiiro knew it had nothing to do with their conversation as he was looking at the approaching couple as he spoke. “Wufei’s old man doesn’t know he’s gay right?” “No,” Hiiro replied cautiously noting that Wufei’s companion was his father. “’scuse me,” Duo grinned stepping out of the car. “Duo?” Hiiro gasped in alarm not liking the sound of his last words one bit as he followed as quickly as possible but by the time he made it around the car Duo was already addressing them. “How’s it going, Chang?” the longhaired boy smiled glancing amusedly at his paling father. “What are you doing here?” Wufei inquired in mild annoyance. “Just along for the ride,” Duo smiled before turning to Wufei’s father and inquiring, “Hey, Tin Tin, What’s shakin?” “What’re you doing here!?” Chang Tin Lee hissed going bright red when Wufei slowly turned a discerning eye upon him. “You know him?” he inquired suspiciously. “Sure,” Duo ginned wickedly. “Haven’t seen you down at Carlyle’s lately. Find a better spot or just tired of slumming?” “Carlyle’s?” Hiiro interjected. “Gay bar down on seventh,” Duo tossed out casually making Tin Lee flush dangerously while Wufei went white as a sheet. “Oh,” Duo mock gasped. “Did I say something wrong?” Hiiro reached out and eased Duo protectively back toward him while the two Chang’s squared off. “Now, Wufei,” the taller man began in as nervous a tone as Hiiro had ever heard. “I can explain…” “You hang out in gay bars?” Wufei cut him off clearly only holding his frustration in by sheer will. “It’s not as bad as it sounds,” Tin Lee growled defensively. “You’re mother understood so there was no reason not to…” “Gods…no wonder!” Wufei suddenly exclaimed rounding on Hiiro and Duo so fast Hiiro stepped instinctively in front of his would be mate. “I’ll not be needing your services today,” he told Hiiro cracking a huge grin when he turned to Duo. Hiiro was still none to happy to step aside but Wufei was determined to reach the longhaired boy and Hiiro’s dander bristled even more when he took him by the cheeks and kissed him full on the mouth. “Thank you,” the Chinese boy smiled brightly. “Anytime,” Duo grinned rather giddily. “Get a caller for this one,” Wufei happily advised his Japanese friend clapping him on the shoulder. “He’s definitely a keeper. Dad… It’s time we had a talk.” “Are you all right?” Tin Lee asked unsteadily flashing Duo an uncertain look but all the braided boy would offer was a happy smile and a thumbs up as Wufei led him away. ~ * ~ tbc... |
