More Warnings: 1x2, 3x4(implied), NC-17 (sex scene)
.Scathed Light.
So Burn Me, Just For One Night
This is a dream.. right? For once I feel complete.
I can't believe this is happening,
it rips me apart. It kills me to know..
that this moment won't last.
You'll be gone.. and I will suffer.
Heero's gaze refocused to his computer screen. This job should have been easy, but thanks to Duo Maxwell he couldn't concentrate. He only wished he'd been drunk enough to forget what he did in the club. He couldn't forget the fact that he kissed Duo. What the hell was that? He didn't have any desires for Duo in that way.. right? So why was he so prone to grab Duo.. kiss Duo. Heero tapped lightly against the keys on his computer. He could hear the soft, faint squeak of the door to his room opening. It almost sounded like someone purposefully trying to be stealthy.
Heero curled his lip. It could be anyone. He had to get his mind off Duo. How could he ever continue to complete his missions if that American plagued his mind? His hand slid slowly against his laptop, reaching the grasp the sleek Desert Eagle pistol. He gripped the cold handle against his palm. He felt almost grateful that he kept the antique so well managed. The pistol was powerful, and when he held it, he felt complete. The feeling of hate, the expectation of outsmarting his opponent was pure ecstasy.
He quickly threw his body to the floor, in a matter of seconds he was standing at the door to his room, his hand holding a gun against the head of an obscured silhouette. "Omae-" "Heero!" Quickly managed the light voice of Quatre. Heero flicked on the light to his room, his gun pressed against a soft mat of blonde hair. The Arabian Prince staring to Heero wide-eyed. Heero hissed as he lowered his gun, "Make you presence known, otherwise I will shoot you Quatre.." Quatre swallowed, lifting his hand to rub his head, "I'm sorry.." Heero fell back into his chair, waving his hand absently as his smoldering blue eyes stared towards the blonde boy. "What do you want Quatre?" Quatre fumbled to hold up a printed sheet of paper, "About this- it's another mission." Heero quickly rose to his feet reaching for his jacket. "Heero! Wait, you don't understand. This mission wasn't sent to all of us. It was only sent to you and Duo. It says that it is critical that it's a partner performance. Trowa didn't receive anything, neither did Wufei. I received a mission to remain here and navigate you by radio communications only-" "No more talking! I'll consult to the information myself, just go find Duo. If he doesn't get here soon I'll do the mission alone." "Heero! It's important that there be two!" "I never needed anyone to complete my missions before." "Heero! Damn your stubbornness! You don't understand, it's the make of your Gundam! It requires both yours and Duo's. And *only* those two can perform the task." "We'll see.."
Heero pushed his way past Quatre, turning to head down the hallway. Quatre crimpled the sheet of paper as he rushed behind Heero, making swift movements to pause in front of Heero, holding out his arms, "Heero, you don't understand! The Death scythe is *required*, there's a device system that was only implanted in your Mecha and Duo's. It's activated through yours, and Duo's flight navigation system. You have to defend Duo to infiltrate the base. They can detect our Gundams and we'll loose trace of their hide out. But they can't detect your Gundam when the two Gundams form together and activate the device. Heero! You need Duo!"
Heero flinched as he heard the words. He needs Duo. Heero pushed Quatre's arm moving past the blonde boy slowly as he tossed a glance over his shoulder, "Just find that baka."
The phone in the kitchen rang; Quatre ran to grasp hold of the receiver as Heero made a slow pace through the kitchens. Quatre's voice was exasperated, "D-Duo?"
"Oi! How'd ya know it was me Quatre? I'm still out on my date. Sakura says hi! Hey I found something you-"
"Duo, you have to get back here fast! Heero is planning to leave without you!"
"What? Wait, slow down! Heero's leaving? Shh, quiet Sakura, I can't hear Quatre."
"You received a mission. A mission that was only sent to you and Heero-"
"Dammit, I know Heero. If it calls for two he thinks one can do the job. I'll be right there."
(-Why do we.. crucify ourselves?-)
Heero. Heero. Heero. Duo could feel each thought scream out Heero's name as he ran down the streets. He told Sakura a wild, vague lie. Claiming that there was a problem in the plumbing and Heero was going to try and fix it himself. He didn't give her time to respond, and he was gone just that fast from her sight. He regretted that he went out for tea as he glanced down to his watch. Heero was punctual and started a mission as soon as it was received without hesitation. He always had his face glued to his computer just waiting for the next mission.
Duo finally reached the front door of the small rented house. Quatre had rented them a small hide out, with elegance to the Winner style. As his hand reached for the knob the door flew open to reveal Heero. Duo quickly released a sigh of relief, "H-Heero! I thought you'd left without me!" Heero pushed the door further open to show the small gray gym bag in his hand. It was Duo's bag, already packed. "We're late. I packed your things. Here." Heero tossed the bag at Duo who caught on to it quick and precisely. Heero walked past Duo towards a blue van that drove up near the house. The man in the front seat of the van had a long beard and cheap, plastic sunglasses. "You ready to go? Where am I supposed to drop you off again?" Heero tugged Duo's arm as the Deathscythe pilot looked merely baffled at his bag. "I'll tell you when the truck starts moving, it's a three hour ride."
Duo sat in the back of the van with Heero closely beside him. Duo felt weary, he'd spent the hours reading his mission briefing over and over. He had a hard time believing that only Wing and Deathscythe received the message. Duo lifted his hand to his forehead to rub it after finishing his read. "K'so, this is a complicated mission. It gives me a headache, I didn't even pack my aspirin!" The violet-eyed boy complained. Heero shifted his cobalt eyes to the bag, motioning to its side pocket, "I packed it where you usually carry it. Your bag pocket." Duo raised a brow as he gained this information, sliding his hand in the bag to pull the aspirin, "And my comb-" "The bottom of the bag." "My mangas?" "The side of the bag." "My cap?" "Crushed at the bottom." "My underwear??" "Crushed at the bottom." "But is it-" "Your black, silk boxers? Crushed at the bottom.."
(-Well everyday, I crucify myself!-)
"Duo, I know about you. I know things about you no one else does. I notice how you brush your hair three times before you braid it. I know how you hide mangas in your mobile suit to read during missions. I know how you stare out the window, and I know what you're thinking when you stare out the window.."
The American stared baffled at Heero. Heero however remained solemn, and cold as he stared over the mission on his laptop. "Heero.. how did you know?" "Observation, you always pack the same items." Duo's face heated slightly. He didn't know whether to be flattered or worried. Heero has been through my room, through my underwear, and through all of my personal items. He would have been upset, he could have felt violated, but Heero was taking it so casually. He almost felt cheated that Heero wasn't questioning his choice in boxers.
"Thanks," Duo muttered as he zipped up his bag, taking two of the aspirins. "If you hadn't wasted your time on dates we could have been there already," Heero laid blame. Duo looked faintly annoyed for a moment, "You're right Heero! If I didn't waste my time on trying to have a life I could be the perfect soldier like you! I can't be like you! I am Shinigami, and I work at my own pace." Heero hissed through his teeth as his eyes hardened their gaze, "Shut up." Duo closed his mouth. That's what he got for trying to make conversation with this guy. I wonder why I even bother; we're not compatible in the least. We always argue.
(-And nothing I do is good enough for you, I crufify myself! Everyday I crucify myself! My heart is sick of being, said my heart is sick of being in chains.. in chains.. -)
"We're here.." Heero simply stated before he pushed open the door, leaving Duo seated alone. Ch' why do I even bother to carry around his picture on missi- Duo felt himself pale. He always packed with him that picture of him and Heero together. He jerked open the zipper, feeling down at the bottom of the bag. It wasn't there. Heero wasn't that observant after all. What? He wasn't disappointed about it. If Heero had noticed he'd think strange things about him. Duo pulled his arm out of the bag, noticing a slip of paper sticking out of the corner. Curiously he pulled it. It was the picture. The picture was one taken when they were in school. Duo's face in the picture was wearing a big smile and Heero had on his death stare. Duo had his arm around Heero's shoulders in a buddy-buddy sort of fashion as he made the victory sign. On the back of the picture it said "To Heero, I'm sorry for shooting you when we met, you just got me so damn mad! Your FRIEND (yeah f-r-i-e-n-d Heero!), Duo." Duo never had given the picture to Heero; he never got the courage. Yet, Heero packed it for him.. did Heero always know?
Duo threw his bag down to the side of the futon. They were staked out in a small, poor apartment. Nothing that was as poor as on L2. It was just simple. Two rooms and a bathroom. One room had a small kitchen area and a TV on the floor. No furniture. Nothing. The other room had one futon. It was pressed for space, but they wouldn't be there long. Duo laid down against the futon with a sigh as he stared at the ceiling. The mission wasn't until tomorrow, but Heero always wanted to be ahead of time. The annoying sound of the Japanese teenager sitting at the edge of the futon typing on his computer was irksome.
"Heero, the mission isn't until tomorrow!" "You should be memorizing the mission," Heero retorted as he back remained to Duo. Duo slid up to stand on his knees, crawling over towards Heero, "I memorized them in the van." "Where is our rendezvous?" "Um, fifty-miles north of here." "No, fifty-two. The hours?" "I was close! Um.. seven-hundred hours." "No, six-fifty. Completion time?" "Nine-hundred hours!" "Not quite, *under* nine-hundred hours. You need to memorize again." Duo rubbed his head as he reached for his aspirin, "You're giving me a headache!" "Hn," Was Heero's only response as he tapped at the computer. Duo leaned over Heero's shoulder to stare at the computer, "Heero.. stop it. You have everything memorized." Heero turned to glance to Duo, "And?" Duo crawled back away from Heero to rummage through his bag, "If you really know me Heero you would have packed the Wild Turkey." Duo's hands came across the bottle of liquor with a broad smile, "Come sit over here.."
"I know your pain shinigami, the horns on my head are the same as yours, and we're wicked. And only you look at me as if I've never done anything wrong."
Heero showed signs of reluctance, eventually leaving his laptop to sit further up on the futon with Duo. Duo sat closely beside Heero. He loved being this close. Duo popped open the bottle, taking a swallow before handing it to Heero. "Liquor will hinder our concentration," Heero stated mechanically. Duo persisted, shaking the bottle, to which Heero grabbed for and took a drink. "I like it best when it's just you and me Heero. I mean, don't get me wrong, I really like Quatre, Trowa and Wu-man. It's just we work better as a pair. Because you know all my moves so well, you know what I'm going to do before even I do. I guess you just- work well with me. You even knew that I had stayed behind on our last mission. You.. knew I was going to continue to send that data even off the slave." Heero silently passed the liquor back to Duo.
Don't get mushy here Duo. Don't let him know that you care about him. "So, let's talk about.. women," Duo slowly thought, letting the words escape his mouth. "Nande?" Heero asked in a monotone voice. Duo smiled wistfully, "Come-on, I mean, how are things going with Relena? You can tell me!" "There aren't anything's with me and Relena," Heero said without hesitation. "Sheesh, you don't have to lie Heero. Me and the guys know you're in love with her, how you care for her," Duo felt a stink of pain as he said the words. "Hn. Such a foolish concept. Relena is going to be the next leader. She's fickle, and despite her pacifist beliefs, she falls from them. But out of all the other candidates, she is the most efficient. It's not about 'love', its called 'politics' Duo."
"You've lived this long, you have a purpose. Duo.."
Duo couldn't have been happier. He actually believed Heero's words. He couldn't wash the big smile to his face as he took another swing of the liquor. "Are we through with women Duo?" "Yeah.. yeah we're through Heero," Duo said with a wry smile, taking the words with double meaning. Duo motioned to the futon, "Hey, did you notice there's only one futon?" "I noticed. I'll sleep on the floor," Heero stated. "Hey! No, there's room, you can sleep on here too." Heero's gaze slowly began to narrow. He knew it. Heero was disgusted with the thought of them together in a bed, especially after last night. "Fine," Heero answered.
Heero was full of surprises tonight! Duo took another swallow of liquor, indulging as he relaxed against the futon. "I know you won't admit it, but we make a good team Heero. We know what the others thinking.. and we'd both kill anyone in our way without thought. Say.. Heero are you listening?" "I'm listening Duo," Heero said in the same flat voice. "Let's play a little truth or dare!" "Truth or dare?" "Yeah, and we'll mingle it with I-never. See, first turn you give me a truth or dare, if I refuse I have to drink, then the second time, you give me an I-never and if I've done it I take a drink."
The Japanese pilot didn't protest the game; he let Duo have his fun. Duo rubbed his hands anxiously, "All right. Truth or dare?" "Truth.." "Do you have a crush on someone?" "I don't get crushes.." Okay, he was going to learn nothing from this game. "I never braided my hair.." Duo gave Heero a slightly annoyed look as he took a swallow of liquor; it was going to be a long night.
Heero was silently enjoying himself. The bottle was almost empty, he'd lost a few times, but mainly Duo had suffered. Duo seemed unsteady; he was tipsy, but not flat out drunk. Heero had poured out some of the liquor to make sure too much wasn't drank. Duo was lying against the futon in his black boxers. His hair was loose and free as his clothes were piled beside him. The look to his heart-shaped face was that of a beautiful demon. Why can't I stop staring at him? Duo pointed a finger at Heero, "You- think you're so smart. Yeah, well I choose truth!" "Duo, that's enough." "No! You're supposed to ask me something delicious! Ask me if I've kissed a guy, or if I've ever been in love. Ask me if I've ever wanted to kiss you or sleep with yo-" Duo paled as he managed to gain sense of his words. "H-heero, I didn't mean to-" "Answer." Duo stuttered as he shook his head. One thing Heero knew about Duo, he could never tell a lie. "Ch', it's a stupid question!" Heero growled slowly as he leaned forward. He had his face so close to the American as he asked the question more forcefully, "You chose truth.." "I- damn you!" Duo yelled out, burying his head away at the pillow as he yelled muffled words.
Heero wasn't sure what was coming over him. The aching, the lust, the adoration. Feelings that he was suppose to be incapable of, but that stupid baka was inflicting him with them. And somehow after hearing Duo's words, it made that desire unbearable. The pictures of us in his sock drawer. He cut out the pictures of everyone else in the picture. The one in his bag is the only picture of us together. Kuso! What is he doing to me? I hate feeling this way. I HATE wanting him! And.. I enjoy it all at once. Shimatta! His hand reached out to touch the soft mass of chestnut hair. He could always blame it on the liquor. Just as he had at the club. He could claim he was drunk. He could claim he drank the part he'd thrown out. Anything dammit! Just to have this one moment of escape..
Duo's eyes lifted to glance to Heero confused, "Heero?" "You remember it," Heero said without explanation as the American's eyes widened, "The kiss.." "You knew what I was talking about, you always know," Heero said simply, he took the bottom from Duo's grasp, setting it to the side of the futon. Heero knew that to look to his face must have frightened Duo; it was filled with a maniac's obsession. Duo pressed his back against the futon as his eyes remained fixed to Heero, "Heero, look. I'm sorry about that, okay? I mean we were both a little drunk, but it won't happen again! Heero! Get any closer and I will kick you dammit!"
Heero smoothed his hand over Duo's hair, grabbing the back of the violet-eyed boys hair. It was so fickle. It just didn't make sense, but it just felt so right. It felt right to be touching Duo. Heero ignored the American's vicious threats. Duo was saying the words, but not acting upon them. Heero's head lightly tapped to Duo's, his cobalt on top of violet. It felt so good to be near Duo. Heero couldn't even fathom why, or what he felt. He couldn't explain how insane Duo made him.
Duo's hands lifted to slowly touch the sides of Heero's face. Heero had the reflexive urge to smack Duo's hands away, but he overrode it. He couldn't have overridden that reflex with anyone else. Duo's mouth parted as he realized Heero wasn't going to push him away. Duo's hands were so warm, and they possessed a distinctly more passionate nature. He'd always seen Duo flirt, and flash his charm with the women, but this felt so different. So genuine. No.. it couldn't be that Duo wanted this? But Duo could never lie..
"Duo.." The name was softly spoken against the American's lips; their mouths barely touch, barely making contact. "Heero?" "Baka. I'm not going to hurt you," Heero said more forcefully. Duo was silent; his eyes remained on Heero's with an acute clarity. When we're like this, I almost feel like I hear his thoughts. And he can hear mine. Like we're connected. Kuso, such illogical thinking. Even.. if that stupid dimwit could read my mind, he'd know what I want. I want you Duo. Ch' I can't even fight it. I want to taste you. I rage with anger when I see you with another, and hate anyone you shine your smile to. I see the soft skin of your chest and I swell with lust. You know me. You accept me. Damn! How did you ever expect me to resist you?
Duo began to slowly push Heero away, "Heero-" Isn't think what you wanted Duo? Hm? Are you going to deny me? Duo stern his features. Heero could feel how hard Duo was breathing. Both he and Duo were fighting off that part of them. The part of them that longed to bring themselves together. It made them feel.. equal. Duo slowly began to move his mouth forward, their lips finally clasping in a kiss. So soft. Just like the night before, so moist, and soft. And careful. Hn. As if he doesn't believe it's happening.. and neither do I. A small noise escaped Duo's throat as Heero grasped to his hair tighter, feeding off the boy as his tongue delve into his mouth, the warm, wet laps of the velvet roughness on their tongues rushing with one another. The pure ecstasy to taste Duo. To have Duo. It made him hungry, possessive. Desirous. His fingers clenched as his arms roughly jerked Duo forward against him, slamming Duo's naked chest against the green fabric of his shirt. For every sweet, salted taste of Duo his animalistic desire grew. It wasn't enough, and he knew Duo could feel that.
Heero broke the kiss abruptly, leaving Duo's lips red from the suction. He enclosed his mouth to Duo's throat, sucking the salt of his skin into his mouth and relishing the flavor as Duo clawed insanely at his back. Duo's hands grasped tightly to the back of Heero's shirt, tearing the green fabric from off the boys' body. It was such a rush to feel the cloth torn from his body, leaving him exposed. It was at that point he realized, that he had to have Duo.. completely.
Oh god, please don't stop. If it's a dream I don't want to wake up! Please Heero don't let me go! I don't care about the future, just give me one night! Duo thought as Heero's hot lips suckled his collarbone. Duo was gripping so tightly to Heero, hard enough to bruise Heero, but the Japanese boy never noticed. Duo felt himself lifted, his legs were wrapped tightly around Heero's waist as they devoured each other. Duo's teeth were biting hard against Heero's ear, his eyes closed tightly. Heero was being so rough with him. So harsh, but he didn't mind. In fact. He liked it this way. It was a manner only he and Heero could endure. The clenching of teeth to tender flesh, the clawing of nails against ones back. The painful grips, the mad, heated rush. A design just for them. Duo's back was slammed against the wall painfully, his legs still wrapped against Heero as he grunted.
Heero lowered his mouth down to Duo's nipple, speaking in a lusty, heated breath against the erect nipple. "I can't stand it," Heero whispered. Duo tipped his head back, exposing his neck as his back arched. It felt so good. The tip of Heero's tongue dipped out, stroking the teased nipple, rushing against it with force. Heero! You're driving me insane! Duo's member swelled with arousal, an arousal that pressed against Heero, notifying him of the American's growing pleasure. Heero slammed his back more forcefully against the wall; he sucked the nipple into his mouth, sucking against the pink, irritated nipple, stinging Duo's body with a pain sugar coated in elation. He was suckling too hard, his teeth clenching against the red flesh, his other hand playing with the other nipple, flicking at it to simply annoy Duo's arousal. Duo gasped, his body was being pumped with pure unrefined lust. He had to hold it back, his body was crying out to release. Begging release. What.. was that? Heero's leg. It was brushing against his arousal, feeling him through the thin black fabric. That was all he could take, pleasure was filling his body, he was drowning. He couldn't think. Couldn't see.
"Shinigami and Odin are one.." Duo could hear a voice in his head ring.
"You're mine Shinigami. Completely mine." Heero said in a possessive, forcing manner. His hand lowered to rub Duo's shaft through his boxers. Stroking the boy before gently cupping his sack, massaging it with a more gentle manner. Duo could feel Heero slide his spandex off before his fingers pried the boxers from off Duo. He could feel Heero's eyes stare down at his arousal. He could feel Heero's passionate craving. He lifted his eyes open, focusing to Heero's fully nude body, and the etches in his skin. The light sheen of sweat and his battle scars across his naked chest. The sight of determination in Heero's cobalt eyes as his brown hair dangling over his face. Now he truly looked like a soldier. His soldier. Heero stroked the aching member. He couldn't hold it. Heero's warm, calloused fingers rubbing against him, wet with the sweat from their bodies. The smell of Heero. The taste. He couldn't take it, and soon with a muted cry he released his liquid into Heero's hands. "I want you Heero," Duo said even unaware that he said it out loud. The strength of his liquid began to gradually fade. Duo was breathing raspy, weakened from his release. His hands reached to grasp painfully to Heero's hair, pulling Heero's face forward, "I have.. for a very long time.. you baka." Heero's hand lightly squeezed Duo's erection, "You talk too much." "You don't talk enough," Duo retorted with a teasing smile as he leaned his mouth forward. Their lips touched in a throe of passion, Duo's hands ravaging Heero's hair as Heero's hands massaged the boys back. In a matter of seconds Duo's back was thrown against the futon, his eyes staring widely at Heero. Heero lifted up Duo's legs to put over his shoulders.
Heero smoothed Duo's release over his member, coating it in Duo's scent. His hands lowered to spread Duo's cheeks apart, massaging the warm, wet release against his entrance. Duo quickly jolted his head back as the sensation hit him. Heero was going to be inside of him. "All mine.." His whispers were faint as he slid his hardened member into Duo, gently testing with his tip. "Duo..." He didn't finish his words, or Duo didn't hear them. Either way, Duo didn't care. He didn't care if Heero even claimed that after this evening of sex, he'd kill him. Heero began slipping his stiff shaft half way before pulling out again. Duo writhed beneath him horribly as his fingers dug into Heero.
With one final, force shove, he thrusted completely into Duo, causing the American's eyes to fly open as his body tremored in delight. For just tonight.. we are one Heero.. Heero began rhythmically shifting his hips, rocking further against Duo as the warmth lapsed their bodies, and their heated breaths. Duo closed his eyes, sliding further into this bliss. Then suddenly.. he felt it. Heero had pressed his hand into Duo's, and instantly their fingers entwined. Heero. Ai.. ai shiteiru.. Duo leaned his head back as the warm rush of Heero's seed poured within him. Ai shiteiru..
OKAY, so this time I didn't use 3 Doors Down. The Lyrics in this fic are from Tori Amos's song "Crucify" of of her album "Little Earthquakes". O_o
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. (Except for a few originals like Sakura) This is strictly fan fiction on the televised series Gundam Wing. It is for non-profit and I am in no way affiliated with it. (duh!) Purely entertainment based here.
AFTER THOUGHTS: Now that I've finished the fanfic and I go back and read this.. I shake my head in shame at the sex scene. *_* What mood was I in when I wrote this? Do I even want to remember??