Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ "Untitled Story #1"/"Computer" ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

["The Story"/"Computer"... or something like that... o.O]

[err... how about untitled story #1 (part 1)?]

"Arrrgggg! Stupid computer!" cried Duo. Apparently the computer did not like the Shinigami pilot much and decided to turn into a large paperweight just as he had gotten to the last level of the internet game "Road of Doom". Luckily, however, he had saved the game when he entered the Forbidden Temple.

Duo slumped in the plush chair in front of the computer-- er blank screen.

"Mental Note: Kill Quatre's computer guy."

He almost screamed again in frustration, but opted to "count to ten"-- though not without tugging his hair and clenching his teeth hard enough to have his neck vein pop out quite prominently.

Undetered on his goal to defeat the Uber-Master, he made his way into Heero's room, adjacent to his. Adjacent, relitivly speaking... it was, after all Quatre's mansion they were staying at. Though it was next to Duo's room, Heero's room was at least a mile away.

Finally reaching his destination, he knocked quietly on the door, to see if the Wing pilot would let him in.

*KNOCK KNOCK!*

There was no answer.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

Still no answer.

"HEERO?"

*KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNO<wbr>CK-KNOCK-KNOC K-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-K<wbr>NOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK*

Puzzled, the Shinigami pilot tried opening the door. It was unlocked.

Feeling quite the cupcake, he entered the room, cautiously. It was, after all Heero's room. It could be bobby-trapped... even though it was at Quatre's house.

No sign of Heero. But! His savior was there.

Sitting plainly on the desk in the far corner, the laptop waited patiently to be used.

A fantical gleam flickered in Duo's eyes as he stalked over to the machine.

Turning the thing on, he was greated by a dialouge box.

~enter password:~

Eyebrows stitched together for a moment, then relization.

"Well, DUH!"

~WING~

~password accepted~

"Ha! Uber-Master, I will DEFEAT YOU!" laughed Duo manically, as he pulled up the start menu.

Then he clicked on the icon to bring him on the internet.

Or so he thought.

Instead, Duo's wonderful hand-eye coordination brought up a text file.

"Eh?????? What's this?"

He began reading...

"Holy shit."

The Shinigami pilot's eyes widened, blushing furiously. He wrapped the towel tighter around his waist.

"Eh..... Heero? What are you doing here?"

The Japanese pilot stared at him. "This is my bathroom too."

"Yeah, but I was taking a shower..." Duo mumbled, still blushing.

"You're done aren't you?" replied Heero sucintly, grabbing a toothbrush.

"Uh... ah..."

The Shinigami pilot was still dripping wet from the shower, so he pulled the second towel hanging on the rack to dry himself. He turned away from Heero's sharp glare and patted the droplets of water with the towel.

"Why are you blushing?" Heero asked, toothbrush scratching in his mouth.

"Eto..." Duo mumbed, patting the water at a faster pace. He heard Heero spit out the foamy bubbles of toothpaste behind him as he was quickly wringing out his hair over the tub.

"Hmm...? Doshite?"

Closer now.

"Ano... Heero," started Duo, spinning around.

Only to find himself face to face with the other pilot.

Duo swallowed slowly. The blush was migrating to his entire face. Heero was glaring at him, and Duo felt himself shrinking away.
The wrong decision at the moment; for he tripped on the side of the bathtub, and fell in, in the process loosing the towel wrapped around his waist and revealing a straining erection.
"Is that why you were blushing?"
"Uh... ahh.. Heero, let me explain--" Duo started as he gathered up the edges of the towel.
"Iie."
Duo looked up at Heero, afraid.
"I don't think there's anything to explain."
The other pilot bowed his head.
"You are attracted to me. Right?"
"Uh... aa."
Heero shifted closer...
"That's nothing to be blushing about," he continued, climbing into the tub.
"Heero?!?--" was all Duo could manage before Heero's lips were brought to his own.
Duo felt himself melting in pleasure. He'd had wanted this for so long...
They broke away, needing to breathe. Heero licked his lower lip and smiled; Duo mirroring a shy smile back. Then the violet-eyed pilot moved forward and gently pushed the other pilot down to use as a mattress, pushing up the hem of the Wing pilot's shirt out of his pants.
"Mmm... Duo..." the pilot murmured as he began planting soft, sucking kisses on the firm muscles underneath. Then, grinning, he slid the spandex off of Heero's legs and wrapped his fingers around---
"............"
Duo's eyes were wide.
"What the fuck is this?!? Why the hell does HEERO have PORN on his computer?!?!" he suddenly burst out. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he found the attached mouse and moved the cursor to the end of the story.
~Written by: Mary Nothos (5-AC195)
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"Who the fuck is this Mary chick?" fumed Duo. "Chi! I be she doesn't even *know* who we---" Duo's eyes widened again.
"Holy crap," he whispered, the pieces finally fitting. "She knows who we are. What we look like... so does that mean... that our stats have leaked out SO MUCH THAT ORDINARY PEOPLE CAN WRITE SHIT ABOUT US?!?"
Hyperventilating and trying the think straight [pun not intended] Duo realized his hands were clamped onto the arms of the chair so hard that there were now several cresent-shaped holes resided in the upholdstry. Forcing himself to calm down, he closed his eyes and realized another thing.
"Why does Heero have a story on his computer with us having sex?"
Silence.
"Crap. Is Heero gay?"
He immediately dismissed the thought.
"Nonono... Heero's in love with Miss Ojusan... that doesn't make sense... so then...
"MAYBE... he's trying to get this Mary chick to stop writing this shit.... yeahyeah... that's it...."
Thoughts of the Uber-Master in the far reaches of his mind, he shut off the laptop and went downstairs to the kitchen. (Which, by the way, took an hour to get there. It's Quatre's house, yanno.)
Upon reaching the kitchen, he asked the cook to make him a sandwich with everthing on it, asked some other dude that his computer was broken, took the sandwich and ate it in the large entertainment room Q-man had, head still reeling in the after-thoughts of that...
He got a funny feeling up his spine.
It was just so... weird, he thought sinking into the plush sofa and taking a large bite of sandwich, the taste of ham, bacon, lettuce, mayonaise, tomato, french fries, potato chips, mustard, kectchup, cheese (American and Munster), pickles, and some other things that he did *not* want to think about lingering in his mouth. So he sat there, contemplating the weird-ness of it all, eating his everything sandwich and staring blindly at the fifty billion DVDs that Quatre owned.
Then, sandwich gone, he sat up. He was going to contact this Mary chick.

[TBC….. o___O```]

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