Title- Mission: Fix Wing
Author- Fate's Child
Date started: August 23, 2002
Duo sighed as he angrily threw another pair of torn pants into the trash can. Usually, he would try to salvage what he could of them by making them into shorts or something, but this pair not only had one plant leg ripped off, but the rest of it was bloody. Luckily, this time, the blood wasn't his. He glared at the trash can as if it could solve all the problems in the world and moved stiffly to the shower. He still hated throwing away pants that were almost whole-it went back to the days when he didn't even have a pair of pants that fit. As the water beat down on his tired body he reminded himself that those days were over, that not only did he now have enough money to buy new pants just for the heck of it, but he often bought clothes for whatever orphanage the safe house was around. That was a secret he'd managed to keep from all of the pilots-even his roommate the "perfect soldier" Yui. He groaned as he thought of his friend. Thinking of Heero Yui brought on different thoughts, thoughts that had him turning the shower to cold immediately. 'God, I can't even think about him without getting hard', thought the Deathscythe pilot disgustingly.
He didn't remember when his relationship with the pilot had changed from simply annoyance to acceptance to friendship and finally to-dare he say it-love. 'Maybe love', he corrected silently. After all, how would a street rat know all about love? He sighed as he rinsed his hair out one more time, leaning his head back so that the ends of it touched the bottom of the tub. Luckily they were currently housed in one of Quatre's mansions and not in a little shack in the middle of nowhere with a crappy hot water heater and no food. Of course the downside was that if they weren't in a little shack in the middle of nowhere, there was no reason for him to be rooming with the object of his not so pure affection.
Grumbling, he threw the curtain back and stepped out of the shower carefully. Grabbing a towel, he dried off his body before flipping his head upside down and starting to towel dry his hair. After it was only damp, he hung the towel loosely around his hips before walking into his room with a brush in hand. Brushing his hair was calming for him. It was something he'd always had. He closed his eyes and just sat in the middle of his bed for a minute, thinking. It was something he'd never told his friends, why he kept his braid. It was the one thing from his childhood that he had. Not his hair, but being able to brush it, comb it, whatever. There were times when he was young when it would be dirty and oily, ugly as sin. But he could sit wherever he was at the moment and brush it, remembering vaguely the feel of a woman who smelled like violets, his very own sent, humming him songs while she ran her fingers through his hair.
Fighting back the memories he told himself he didn't need, he started brushing again. Had he made that woman up? A delusion to keep him company in the cold, hungry dark? Snarling, he picked up the remote to the sound system in his room and started whatever cd he'd last put in there. Silently, he began to calm, singing the song absentmindedly, imagining that it was Heero brushing his hair for him. What scared him the most about his affection and attraction for the Wing pilot was not that it was an attraction to a boy, but that he could imagine doing small intimate things with him. If Duo ever got his friend to return the feelings, it wouldn't just be another uncomplicated fuck. He would gladly let that boy into places he couldn't even face himself. But he'd never get the chance. He wasn't wanted in the places of Heero's hidden, frozen heart. He grinned in irony as the song 'Unwanted' came on the player.
"All that I did was walk over
Start off by shaking you hands
That's how it went
I had a smile on my face
And I sat up strait
Oh you, you
Wanted to know you
Wanted to show you
You don't know me
Don't ignore me
You didn't want me there
You just shut me out
You don't know me
Don't ignore me
If you had your way
You'd just shut me up
Make me go away
No I just don't understand why
You won't talk to me
It hurts that I'm so unwanted
For nothing
Don't talk words against me"
Duo didn't notice that he was no longer alone. Heero stood, leaning against the door staring at the boy who sat on the bed, yards of chestnut locks surrounding him on the bed, brush in his hand, singing the song that blasted from the speakers as if he actually felt every word. Though he couldn't see his friend's face, he imagined it was crumpled in agony-just what the song cried for.
"I wanted to know you
I wanted to show you
You don't know me
Don't ignore me
You didn't want me there
You just shut me out
You don't know me
Don't ignore me
If you had your way
You'd just shut me up
Make me go away
I tried to belong
It didn't seem wrong
My head aches
It's been so long
I'll write this song if that's what it takes
You don't know me
Don't ignore me
You didn't want me there
You just shut me out
You don't know me
Don't ignore me
If you had your way
You'd just shut me up
Make me go away
You don't know me
Don't ignore me
You didn't want me there
You just shut me out
You don't know me
Don't ignore me
If you had your way
You'd just shut me up
Make me go away"
As the last words faded into silence, Heero stood strait and walked silently back into his room. At the last set of the chorus, Duo's face had turned in his direction. There had been such a yearning in his face, such naked need, that it stirred something in Heero that Heero was quite sure had never been stirred before. There was always something new when it came to the braided pilot, he thought as he sat down in front of the only constant in his whole life-his computer. He placed his hands on the keyboard to type, but found his mind wandering.
Everything was a first with Duo. He was Heero's first friend, he could say that much. When they had first met, Heero had felt only annoyance, something he had been trained not to feel as it could cloud one's judgment during a mission. But the fact that Duo had been in the way of his mission had annoyed him, the flamboyant boy that acted loud and sloppy when in fact he could be quite serious and always very, very precise. Then had come the point when he ceased being constantly annoyed by the braided boy and instead had began to feel curiosity as well. The boy was trained in the same battle tactics as him, beat into submission by a scientist, caught and tortured by enemies, and could still find the energy to don a cheerful mask. A mask that he never allowed anyone to see when it was breaking. Heero would see it, late at night, when the Deathscythe pilot thought he was asleep, how the smile would slowly melt into a pensive, sad look. A look of one who had seen too much hatred. A look that Heero felt in his every bone-not that he would let anyone see it, even himself. He actually rarely found himself annoyed by his fellow pilot since he had accepted that they had somehow become friends.
But it was not feelings of friendship that he often felt towards Duo. And it was these feelings that frightened him. He may not have had many friends, but he knew that the small boughts of lust (among other things) were not something one felt for friends because he had never, ever felt them for Wufei, Trowa or Quatre. It was something reserved only for the amethyst eyed boy. Something not entirely unwelcome. He furrowed his brow and pulled up some random screen when he heard someone walking down the hall. 'Not walking', he corrected, 'prancing'. When Duo was in "happy" mode he would… prance instead of walking. It was the only word Heero could think to describe it. Covering the small smirk (really he wasn't smiling) he'd had at the thought of Duo coming to "annoy" him, he placed on his customary glower.
"Heya Hee-man, watcha up to?" Duo leaned over the chair and stared at the computer screen, raising an eyebrow. "Hey man, I didn't know you looked up that sort of shit too." Heero glared at him before turning to the screen-and promptly blushing. On the screen was a gay porn site. Setting his features into a murder some scowl he looked at Duo.
"Did you touch my computer?" it came out as a growl. Duo threw his arms around Heero's shoulders and looked intently at the screen. Heero stopped glaring before opening his mouth again. Duo beat him too it.
"Do you think that's possible? Physically, I mean." Heero looked back at the screen.
Duo tried to ignore the feeling of warm muscle beneath his arms and the steady heartbeat of the Wing pilot under his wrist. He didn't know what had possessed him to through his arms around Heero like a lover and begin discussing sexual positions, but here he was, doing both. He gave a small smile at the blush that was covering his friends cheeks.
"I don't know," Heero finally answered. Duo masked his surprise. Heero had actually looked, thought about it, and answered? He thought all he'd get was a gun to the head and the customary "omae o korosu". Feeling daring, he leaned down.
"Want to find out?" he purred in the other's ear, noting with surprise that Heero was having a very strong reaction to both the pictures and his teasing. He may not have been wearing spandex, but Heero's jeans were always tight and didn't mask much. Heero spun around so fast that Duo fell backwards on the bed only to find a gun at his head a minute later.
"Omae o korosu." Duo gave his customary grin and-still feeling daring and lucky-bent down to give Heero an open mouth kiss on the cheek, using his tongue, before flouncing out of the room. Heero just sat, stunned at the reaction that had brought. Duo always teased him about stuff, and usually all he did was threaten the boy. This time, though, Duo had, Duo had… he raised a hand to his cheek. Whatever he'd done, it has sent heat lancing down his body. With a small glare towards the doorway, Heero turned back to his computer, his last thought that Duo mouth was good for something besides talking.
* * * * * *
Duo gasped for breath as he finally made it down to the kitchen. When he was sure he wasn't being fallowed by a maniacal pilot, he leaned against the counter and let his heart rate slow down. 'Oh God, what was I thinking?' He turned and slammed his head against the wall. 'I kissed him. I actually kissed him.' His next thought was, 'and he didn't seem to mind that much. He just seemed… shocked'. Duo eyes narrowed thoughtfully as he thought of the reaction that had given him the courage to do it. 'Heero had a hard on, because of me. Because I was teasing him like I'd done a thousand times before, only this time I was touching him'. He thought on it for a few more minutes before Quatre came into the kitchen wanting to know if Duo was hungry.
"No thanks, Q-man, not right now." Quatre looked strangely after his friend. It wasn't often that Duo turned down food, there was something on the pilot's mind. He sighed and leaned back as a pair of arms wrapped around his waist.
"Problem?" The quiet question made Quatre smile.
"No, just wondering what Duo was thinking about."
"Ah, now there's a great mystery of life." Quatre giggled before mock glaring at his lover.
"Trowa, that's not nice." Trowa rarely joked, it was only the compassionate blonde that had ever heard him do it more then twice.
"But true, love, true. There was a reason I came down here, however, besides your company. Heero and Duo have a mission in Washington State, the good old U.S.A. I thought you may know where to find them."
"Heero's in his room, Duo just left." They shared a brief kiss before heading out to find their friends.
* * * * * * *
"There's some undercover work involved, something about a Karaoke bar that some of the soldiers often hang out with. If you can get this girl, Terraline Brooks to prove herself trustworthy, you can get a lot of information out of her. She's absolutely anit-OZ as they were the ones that killed her parents and younger brother," Quatre briefed. "She's smart, supposed to be sharper then she appears and has some martial arts training. Be wary around her. J suggested that the best way to go in there would be as a…" Quatre trailed off and blushed slightly.
"As a what, Quatre?" Heero questioned.
"A couple." Duo almost responded 'a couple of what' just to get his Arabian friend to blush more, but thought better of it. Instead, he pasted on a huge smile.
"Gee, Q, you think that being a "couple" yourself, you wouldn't be so embarrassed." Quatre gave a weak glare before snuggling further into Trowa's embrace. (Did I forget to mention that Quatre was briefing them from Trowa's lap?) Duo gulped. Trowa's glare was much more effective then Quatre's. Heero nodded once.
"Mission excepted," he stated before getting up and leaving the room, probably to start mission preparations.
"Ditto," Duo murmured, narrowing his eyes again. This would be the perfect opportunity to put his plan into action. He smirked as he thought of his self imposed mission. Mission: Fix Wing was underway.
End Prologue
The song "Unwanted" is on Avril Lavigne's first (and I think only, so far) cd.
Chapter one
It had taken Heero and Duo eight hours to get from the safe house on the edges of the Sank Kingdom to Quatre's house in Seattle, Washington. For once, Quatre's residence was not a mansion, but a four bedroom "family" style house. The only thing Quatre had forgot to mention was that the entire downstairs was under construction and there was only one room, the master bedroom, on the first floor. After a quick confirmation with Quatre that his house was supposed to be under construction Heero had immediately left using the excuse that he needed to get groceries. Duo walked slowly into the single finished room and stood in the doorway staring at the bed. Sure, he was in love with Heero and had a plan to-at some point-seduce him. But going strait from realizing he was in love with him to sleeping in the same bed with him? Duo didn't think that a) Heero would like it and b) he wasn't sure that he could control himself until he knew Heero would be comfortable with it. He sighed as he headed towards the shower.
Heero entered the house to the sound of Duo singing at the top of his lungs. He couldn't quite make out the words, although it had something to do with cleaning out a closet. Shooting a strange look in the direction of the bedroom, he went to the kitchen to put away the food. It only took ten minutes before Duo flounced in and jumped up to sit on the counter. Heero looked briefly in his direction before continuing to load the fridge. Then it seemed as if his brained numbed and he turned around, slowly, to stare at his partner.
"You like?" Duo teased Heero with a large smile. "I figured we could get started on the mission tonight. I did some research while you were gone and found that the style of clothes is similar to twentieth century club clothes. And going undercover as a gay couple… well I figured that you wouldn't want to be going as the femme. Besides, I look better as the feminine partner. Anyway, I picked out some clothes from my bag for you." Heero tried-and failed-to find his voice. Seeing the look of shock on his partner's face, Duo gave an internal smile. "Me being dressed like this does not mean I'm going to be bottom all the time, Heero Yui." Heero snapped out of his daze as Duo spoke to him in a low purr. Working up a half assed glare, he stared at Duo one more time.
The pants were black leather, something so cliché that Heero didn't understand how Duo could have looked so… fresh. It was not the pants that had caused Heero's reaction, though. Duo wore a silver mesh t-shirt that had had its sleeves ripped off at some point in the past. It hid nothing and yet just enough to make you curious. Heero started to wonder: did Duo look as good naked as the outfit suggested? But that wasn't all. His friend had taken his hair out of his customary braid and left it in a loose ponytail. It was streaked with glitter. Black eyeliner surrounded Duo's eyes making them seem almost impossibly deep, dark and sexy.
"Duo, I actually have an ass and am a little different… build then you are." Finally he had found his voice. He ignored the fact that it was a little tight… as were his jeans.
"It'll make you look butch. Besides, we can go shopping tomorrow if you want, but we don't have time now and we really should start on the mission." He cocked his head to the right. "You want a glass of water or something? You're voice sounds a little hoarse. You're not coming down with something, are you?" He bounded off the counter, in seemingly friendly concern, before placing the back of his hand to the Wing pilot's head.
"No," it came out as a growl as Heero stalked off towards Duo's room. Both had one thought running through his mind-though they were on two different topics. 'This mission is going to be harder then I thought."
End Chapter.
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