Gundam Wing

Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing. I just borrowed some of the characters. Rated: NC-17

With A Little Help

for Fic_to_quit.

Ok, first. My Mother died of lung cancer July, 9 1999. A bit morbid but a reminder that you have a good reason to quit. Also, porn is another reason. I hope you enjoy this.

Summary: Duo had to start smoking for an undercover assignment, now he has to quit. (I seem to have an undercover thing going)

~ * ~

Duo took a cigarette out of the pack and lit it. He sucked in the smoke and made a face. Smoking was a nasty habit and he really needed to break it. But the assignment had lasted three months, so he was pretty well hooked.

Heero reached over his shoulder and hugged him. Duo turned his face up for a kiss, but Heero turned his head away gently. Duo sighed, exhaling the lung full of smoke. Heero wrinkled up his nose.

"You smell like an ashtray. I’m sorry, that sounded really cruel. I didn’t mean it that way. I just . . . " Heero stopped talking on a sigh of his own.

Duo shrugged slightly. "That’s ok. I know what you mean. I gotta quit. I mean, they’re only lite, but they smell disgusting and they’re still addictive. So I’m gonna have a hard time." Duo handed Heero the pack of cigarettes and the lighter. "Here, all for you, love."

Heero took the pack and lighter, handing Duo a small box in return.

Duo opened the box and peered in. It was a box of hard candies, some with jelly centers some just hard balls of flavored sugar.

"Thanks Heero, it’s a start. I’ll be hell to be around for at least two weeks. Sally says . . . um . . . I’ll go brush my teeth."

Duo couldn’t help the snicker, he knew his breath had to stink and Heero wrinkled his nose over smells. Very cute. He also knew that Heero hated the smell of cigarettes. But that nose – so cute.

Heero smiled at Duo’s retreating back. He knew how hard it was going to be on Duo. Duo didn’t handle frustration or failure well. So either way they were all in for a bad ride. He reached out for his phone and started dialing.

~ * ~

Duo popped a candy into his mouth and cursed. The paper work was going to kill him, he really wanted a cigarette, the candies weren’t hitting the spot. But he supposed that was the point, the spot that needed hitting was the one he didn’t want hit.

He started on the paper work and immersed himself in it to the extent that he didn’t realize that it was lunch time until Quatre knocked on the door frame of his office and grinned at him.

"You’ll get fat. Look at all those candy papers. How many boxes have you eaten?"

Duo glanced at his desk top. It was littered with candy papers, coffee cups and the usual detritus of office work. As well as some very odd things. A blasting cap, some prima cord, a handful of tagen cross sections and a bomb schematic.

"Well, what else can I do. I really want to stop smoking. Heero hates it, it smells awful and it’s expensive. So I’m quitting."

Quatre smiled gently at Duo. "I came to take you to lunch. Heero’s gotten called out on a short mission. Emergency. He didn’t even have time to come to tell you. And . . . oh, your phone is off the hook. He said it was busy, was why he couldn’t get through."

Duo snarled and seated the phone in its cradle again. He missed a call from Heero? All he could do was swear softly.

"Dammit. How long is he going to be gone? I wanted him . . . well, I was kind of depending on him to help me quit. Will he be in touch? Fuck, I can’t believe I missed his call." Duo picked up a report and threw it at the wall then he kicked his chair.

Quatre watched his antics with a small frown. Duo didn’t usually lose his temper like this but, all things considered, he was doing fairly well. Quatre remembered when one of his sisters had quit smoking and shuddered.

"Hey, Quatre. You ok? I’m sorry about that, I’m just . . . shit. Take me to lunch."

Quatre granted Duo one of his sunniest smiles "That’s what I’m here for. You like Bellagio’s? I don’t have a reservation but I bet I can get us in."

Duo practically drooled. He loved their deep-fried Artichoke ravioli with Alfredo sauce. In fact he’d dreamed about it a few times, when he was especially hungry.

"Great. Let me get my coat. I’ll just be a second."

Quatre waited while Duo fetched a battered leather jacket. He unconsciously wrapped his arms around himself, he’d forgotten his heavy coat and was chilly. Duo noticed and started to wrap the jacket around Quatre, but Quatre gently refused it wrinkling his nose.

Duo sniffed the jacket, it stank of smoke.

"Sorry. I forgot."

Quatre smiled gently. "That’s ok. It’s the thought that counts. We’ll take it by the cleaners." Quatre brightened. "And then we’ll go shopping. I forgot that it’s winter here and didn’t bring a heavy enough coat. We’ll get matching coats. That’ll be so cool. Come on."

Duo grinned Quatre loved buying people things. Matching coats seemed like fun.

"Ok, ok. I’m coming. Matching coats will be good. I’ll stuff stinky in a duffel and be right with you."

Quatre grinned, the smell of smoke would soon be gone from Duo’s clothing. He’d had a crew go pick up every stitch he owned when Heero complained that Duo’s clothing stank. The jacket had been the only problem. Duo’s uniforms and all the clothing in the apartment didn’t smell now. Soon the jacket wouldn’t either. He realized that it was fortuitous that he’d forgotten his coat.

~ * ~

After returning to the office, Duo found a note from Wufei asking him to meet him in the small dojo in the basement. He ran a hand through his bangs wondering what Wufei wanted.

He soon found out.

"Nu-uh, no way. No needles, I don’t do needles. Thanks." Duo backed away with both hands outstretched palms toward Wufei. Wufei smiled evilly over the handful of slender needles he held.

"It’s acupuncture. It’ll help with the cravings. You’ll see." He advanced toward Duo, almost stalking him. " Don’t tell me you’re afraid of needles. You’re a Gundam pilot. What’s a few needles to you?"

Duo started to object again then gave it up. When Wufei got that look on his face even Heero gave up and gave in.

He soon found himself lying on the thick mats on the floor with Wufei swabbing his ear with alcohol as he explained.

"Acupuncture really works, you’ll see. I’ll just place a needle here . . . " Wufei tapped the needle into Duo’s ear. "And here . . . " Wufei tapped another needle into Duo’s wrist. "They’ll help with the jitters and the craving. And there’s some herbs that will help too. Tea . . . it’ll calm you and give you something to do with your hands." Wufei smirked at Duo upside down, which made Duo laugh. "And perhaps you could learn to knit or something."

Duo stuck his tongue out at Wufei. "Well, I don’t know for sure, but I feel better. I don’t feel like I’m going to jump out of my skin any more. Mmmmm. It is nice." Wufei twirled the needles then settled back on his feet. Glancing at his watch he decided to make the first treatment fifteen minutes.

Duo sighed as Wufei removed the first needle. "That was weird. You’re stickin’ needles in me and it didn’t hurt any. That’s just plain . . . something."

Wufei shrugged. "The needles are very fine. You’ll need several more treatments. And I’ll compound your tea. It will help with the cravings and strengthen your lungs. Help you cough up all that junk."

Duo stood and surprised and pleased Wufei by bowing solemnly. "Thank you, my good friend."

Wufei bowed back. "Think nothing of it. It is my honor. You will be well." The last sentence sounded suspiciously like an order.

~ * ~

Duo returned to his office a second time and settled in to finish his paper work. It didn’t take him much longer that his first craving of the afternoon. He grumbled and reached for a candy.

After shaking every box on his desk he realized that he was all out and there was no gum either. He groaned in despair. All the vending machines were in one place. That included the cigarette machines.

"Well, fuck." Duo got up and headed for the stairs. "Une, you owe me big time."

"I do? What for?" Une turned from the elevator door to gaze at Duo with a slightly puzzled frown line between her eyebrows.

"I started smoking on my last mission, now I have to stop. And I’m out of gum, candy, anything that’ll help me quit. And the vending machines are all in the same place."

Une just nodded. "I see. You need an escort." She turned her head from side to side looking for someone. "Barton, just the person I was looking for. Quatre will be back in twenty minutes. Take Maxwell to the snack bar and see that he doesn’t buy cigarettes."

Trowa just nodded to Une and motioned for Duo to follow him. Duo pouted at Une but followed Trowa to the stairs.

"We’ll take the stairs so you don’t strangle Une. Come on."

Duo grinned at Trowa and planted his butt on the railing. He slid down the two turns without stopping. Completely ignoring the fact that the center of the well was ten feet across and they were ten stories up.

Trowa just followed on foot, he might be an acrobat but he wasn’t that crazy.

Duo gazed with longing at the machines full of cigarettes, he really wanted a smoke. He didn’t think he was going to make it past the machine then Trowa gently pushed him from behind.

"Don’t look. All it will do is make you want them more." Duo sighed and nodded. "Here, I’ll spot you some change." Trowa handed Duo a fist full of coins.

Duo took them and started shoving them into a machine. He picked hard candy and flavorlast gum. He just hoped he could make it through the day. If he had to fill out much more paper work he wasn’t going to.

Trowa produced a small string bag from his pocked. "Here, put all that stuff in this. And take the elevator, you’re starting to shake."

Duo held out his hand and realized that he was, indeed beginning to shake. He sighed and headed back for his office.

Trowa stopped him and gave him a silent, welcome embrace.

~ * ~

Duo kicked the door to his apartment closed, toed off his shoes and leaned against it. He sighed softly. It had been a hell of a day. Between the paper work and all the stuff he’d sucked, chewed and sipped trying not to smoke his head ached and his stomach was upset.

Heero walked out of the kitchen with a sympathetic look on his face and a cup of tea in his hand.

"Here, Wufei sent it over. And another one that smells even worse. He said you had to drink this the minute you walked in the door. And he sent some incense as well. I’m not about to ask how your day was, you look like hell."

Duo grimaced at the tea, it tasted like boiled grass. "And I love you too. Thanks."

Heero leaned over and sniffed Duo’s hair. He smiled. "You smell like sandalwood."

"Yeah, Wufei gave me an acupuncture treatment and he rubbed my ears with oil after. Smells nice?"

Heero nodded. "Yeah. Lots better than stinky cigarettes. Didn’t smoke once today, did you?"

Duo shook his head, before ducking down to finish the tea.

Heero wrapped his arms around Duo and pressed his nose into the hair at his temple.

"Tell you what. You’ve been so good, I think you deserve a reward."

Duo hummed softly. "Sounds good. What is it?"

Heero led Duo to the bedroom with a seductive light in his eye.

"I’ll show you my etchings."

Duo snickered. "Etchings? We have etchings? Great."

Heero nuzzled Duo’s cheek. "Mmmm, etchings. . . in the bedroom. . . come see . . . "

Duo obediently allowed Heero to push him toward the bed. "Heero . . . what the hell is an etching?"

Heero shrugged. "Donno, but if it’ll get your pants off, I want a lot of them."

Duo snickered and pulled his pants off. Heero ripped off Duo’s shirt then his own, grinning like a loon. Duo attacked Heero’s zipper and pulled it down then hauled his pants down.

Heero flopped onto the floor, legs in the air, to allow Duo to pull the pants off over his bare feet.

"Yah-hooooo! Commando! Heero you give the bestest rewards."

Duo fell over onto Heero, confident that he wouldn’t hurt him and that he wouldn’t allow harm to his over exuberant lover.

"There is a bed right there."

Duo grinned down at him. Heero bench pressed him up and shoved. Duo aided the throw with a little kick and landed on the bed. His remaining clothing flew in every direction.

Heero pounced on him, shoving him onto his back on the bed, with his head at the foot. Heero turned to the bed side table and gathered up the things he’d left there earlier. Duo moaned when he saw.

Heero spread a towel on the bed knowing Duo hated the feeling of slick cotton sheets sticking to sweaty flesh. He also lay a tube of Duo’s favorite lubrication nearby.

Duo helped, scrambling around on his knees on the bed and giving Heero a generous look at his ‘assets’ as he called them. Heero turned back to the table and started to reach for a small box but Duo grabbed him by the arm and yanked. Heero yelped in mocstartlement and allowed himself to be pulled onto the bed on top of Duo.

Duo kissed Heero everywhere he could reach with Heero on top of him. Heero pinned his wriggling lover down and found his mouth. He sucked Duo’s tongue into his mouth and allowed him to take command of the kiss. Duo probed every crevice with careful attention then stroked his tongue over the roof of Heero’s mouth, eliciting a moan in return.

Heero moved slowly, he knew what would drive Duo to distraction so he did it. He pressed their bodies’ together, shoulder to hip, and started grinding. Slow gentle strokes that made Duo writhe and moan.

"Easy there. I’ll go off before we’re ready."

Heero licked the side of Duo’s neck then whispered. "That’s all I get? A little frottage and you’re all done?"

Duo nipped Heero on the shoulder. "All? No, not all. But take it slow so we can enjoy it."

Duo reached between them to stroke Heero in the way he liked best. Heero proved that his reputation of silence under even the worst torture wasn’t entirely true. In Duo’s opinion he yelled louder than Quatre.

Heero shifted to allow Duo a better grasp of his treasure and sighed as Duo pumped gently running his hand over the glans with each stroke. Heero forced himself to lay still in order to enjoy the sensations Duo’s calloused hand was producing.

With gentle touches, strong caresses and soft, slow kisses they drove each other closer and closer to the edge.

They tumbled over into completion together and collapsed, panting and sweating.

"Oh, my god. I’m dead. I’ve been officially fucked dead. Thanks."

Heero cleaned them both up with efficient swipes of the wet wipes on the bed side table.

"And every day you don’t smoke I’ll try to make it better."

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I hope this meets with your approval. Hope it helps.