Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ A Child's Love ❯ Kisses and Disasters ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimers: Don't own Gundam Wing or it's characters. I'm a poor college student. I don't even own my computer. Don't make any money off this piece of *fanfiction*. It's for my readers' enjoyment.

A/N: Hm, last chapter was fun, especially the end. What can I say, besides I am a sick and twisted onna. I refuse to apologize for the squicky revenge. It was fun for me.

Dedication: To Angel, though she has been absent for a while. *sniffs* Rainy-chan, for your *evil* encouragement of my *dark* side. Jadeduo, for just being you, and getting me to stay *nice* to Heero and Duo in this one. And last, but *certainly* not least, Duo-chan, for being my saviour, and a devil in an angel's costume. ~_^

Summary of last chapter: Duo found out that he was going to be bunking with Heero for the night. Heero realized just how striking Duo is. The adults, sans Cathy, Auda, and Sally, set up for the engagement party. The party occurs, and Duo gets his revenge on Quatre for meddling in his affairs, and a bit more from Heero.

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"Good," Heero replied, standing and closing the distance between them. Duo's eyes grew to the size of silver dollars, expecting to be hit. He was even more surprised when Heero kissed him.

Duo felt every nerve in his body burn with desire. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around Heero's neck, kissing back tentatively, lips barely touching. He vaguely noticed Heero's arms around his waist, but took note of the fact when he was trapped against the Japanese man's firm, unyielding body. He moaned as one of Heero's hands found its way to the end of his braid, and encased the silken rope in it.

Heero took the opportunity of Duo's moaning to slip his tongue into the wet, hot cavern of the American. He stopped the probing of Duo's mouth, as the other's tongue flicked into action, deepening the kiss even more. It was Heero's turn to moan, as Duo's hands slid from his neck to his ass, pushing their growing erections together, and he felt just how aroused the braided man was for him.

Duo pulled his head back, panting in need and lust, but his brain started screaming at him. /Oh. My. God. That was fantastic, and if I hadn't just lost my breakfast, lunch, *and* dinner five minutes ago, I would fuck him senseless.../

"Hee-chan, we can't do this," he whispered. Heero opened his heavily lidded blue eyes to look at the stunning creature in front of him.

"Nani(1)?" he breathed, which caused Duo to shiver. He leaned closer to nip on one of Duo's earlobes. "Doshite(2), Duo?"

Duo felt his eyes flutter at the contact of Heero's warm mouth and teeth on his ear, as well as the sensual tone he was using to talk to him. He reminded himself to breathe. Gaining some control of his body again, he spoke.

"Heero, I just threw up everything I consumed today. I *did* brush my teeth, *twice*, but this just feels odd to do so quickly afterwards," Duo managed. He felt Heero smirk against his cheek.

"Hn. Baka, has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?"

"H-hai," Duo hesitantly said, unsure where Heero was taking this. He was rewarded when Heero's hands slid up the back of his shirt.

"Didn't I tell you that we would talk about your apparel for the evening?" Heero said, still using the tone of voice that made Duo's cock pulse. Duo swallowed before answering.

"Yes."

"You *do* know that everyone's eyes were fixated on you when you walked into the room, don't you? Even that moron, Chang, was staring at you."

"What?" Duo didn't realize that Wufei still had feelings for him, and it was a bit weird to think of that when he was wrapped in Heero's arms and Sally was probably asleep with her husband in their room.

"Oh, you thought that just because he was married to Sally that he would forget how gorgeous you are?"

"The thought occurred to me."

"Then, he truly would be an idiot." Heero pulled back, looking Duo up and down with a predatory gleam in his cobalt eyes. "I want to sleep next to you tonight. To touch you, hold you." Duo felt as if he had died and gone to heaven. He couldn't form words at that moment. It barely registered when he nodded in agreement.

He blinked, and then was pushed, gently, onto his bed. Heero soon joined Duo; lying right next to him, heat pouring from each other's bodies.

"Duo?"

"Yes, Heero?" the braided man squeaked. He felt a hand reach for the snap of his pants.

"Aren't these things warm?" Heero purred.

/Damn it! Heero, don't purr! I already can barely think straight. Mind. Shutting. Off. Now./

"Hee-chan, please don't do that....Ahhnnnnn," Duo breathed, just as Heero's hand slid under his shirt, flitting past a nipple. "Hee... Heero, I think we should just sleep."

"Take off this shirt." Duo didn't even hesitate that time. He was soon lifting the light black shirt over his head, throwing it wildly on the floor. He turned in time to see Heero removing his own. He felt his trapped member twinge at the sight of the velvety soft skin covering hard as steel muscle.

Heero looked over at Duo's bare chest. He wasn't as defined as Heero was, but he was fit, and his arms were perfectly sculpted. /He looks.... Damn, he looks good enough to ravish on the spot, but he's right. It hasn't been a spectacular evening. Although, that kiss was amazing. I just want to touch him. That's all... for now./

He looked up into clouded violet eyes, and smiled gently. Running one hand over the smooth planes of Duo's chest and stomach, Heero laid his head down on the pillow of the bed, and pulled the chestnut-haired man next to him, until there wasn't even an inch separating them.

Duo sighed at the contact, reveling in the feel of Heero's body and arms, which were wrapped around him. He carefully laid his head on Heero's chest, listening to the dull thump of the other's heart. Soon, his eyelids were drooping, and he knew that sleep would not be far off.

"Heero?" Duo whispered softly.

"Yes?"

"Love you..." With that, Duo closed his eyes and let sleep claim him.

Heero felt a sharp tug in the direction of his heart when Duo said those two words. He was just about to open his mouth to reciprocate them when he noticed that Duo's breathing had evened out. Snickering, Heero hugged the lithe man in his arms. "Ai shiteru, baka."

Soon, sleep had overtaken him too.

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Duo woke up the next morning with the sun shining in his eyes and an inexplicable warmth next to him. In fact, the warmth was very solid, and it was wrapped around him.

/What the hell? Why do my legs feel like they are encased in wet plaster? And, why the hell does it feel like someone is lying next to me?/ he thought, opening his eyes. He was greeted by the sight of unruly brown hair and a *very* familiar face, softened by sleep, next to him. /Hee...Heero? Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod!/

Duo felt every nerve in his body freeze as Heero pulled him closer. /God, please don't let this be a dream. If I have ever done anything in my whole life right, let it be *now*!/ He tried to relax into the quiet embrace, but his pants were sticking to his legs in an *extremely* uncomfortable way. /Shit! I need to take these leather pants off. Why in the hell didn't I change out of them before I went to sleep?/

Carefully slipping out of Heero's warm arms, and stifling the whimper that came with the loss of contact, Duo ran over to his bag, grabbed some clean clothes, and ran across the hall to the bathroom. As soon as the door was shut behind him, he let out the moan he had been keeping in since waking up.

"Dear God, I made an ass out of myself last night, and Heero still wanted me," he said, peeling the black torture devices from his legs. He hissed as the cool air hit his overheated skin, and quickly turned on the taps for a *very* cold shower. He raced through the shower, trying his best not to remember the touches, kisses, and sounds of the night before. When he couldn't take the cold water anymore, Duo jumped out of the shower, hastily dressed, and whipped his brush through the bangs that were matted against his forehead.

Picking up the towel he used, and throwing it in the laundry shoot in the hallway, Duo stealthily crept back into his room. He placed his dirty clothes in the duffle bag, and was about to turn to leave when Heero spoke up.

"Duo, where are you going?"

/Where *am* I going? I just didn't want to wake him up. ANSWER, STUPID!/ His thoughts raced through his head, until he settled on an all-purpose "Nowhere." He felt trapped under the familiar gaze raking his body. When he heard the man on the bed move, every nerve in Duo's body froze where it was, again, and his mouth grew extremely dry. The situation only got worse when Heero touched him.

"How do you feel?" Heero asked, concern actually showing in his voice, as he willed himself to not just grab Duo and try to fuck him senseless. /Fully dressed, and he is still as sexy as he was last night with his shirt off./

"F-fine. Th-thank you for asking..." Duo somehow managed, though broken somewhat.

"Duo?" Heero said, his voice much softer this time.

"H-hai?" the American whispered, turning to face a living wet dream. /Didn't I *just* get rid of a raging hard-on? What is he doing? Why is he looking at me like that? And why do I like it so much?/

Heero didn't respond. He saw the confusion, desire, and something else he couldn't quite place cross the braided man's face. His cock pulsed as Duo's eyes started to cloud into a dark orchid shade with lust. Before he had even thought about it, Heero grabbed the man before him, pulled him close, and started ravishing the heart-shaped mouth of the American.

Hormones kicking in, Duo swiftly wrapped his arms around Heero's neck and pressed his body as close as he could to the other's, fighting for control of the kiss. He moaned loudly as Heero cupped his ass, and felt his knees buckle as the obvious arousal dug into his thigh.

Heero was just as lost in the sensations as Duo was. The amazing erection of the American was pressing into his own thigh, and the feel of his tight, sweet ass in his hand only added to his already painfully erect member. And when Duo moaned, Heero lost the last of his restraint. He broke the kiss, and clumsily ripped off the shirt barring contact with flushed flesh. Heero moaned as his chest met up with Duo's, and his hands took on a life of their own as the reached for the zipper of his khakis.

Duo was about to divest himself of his remaining clothing when a very childish scream rang throughout the house. He hurriedly jumped back from Heero, feeling burned, and turned to see Allilon in the open doorway, screeching at the top of his lungs.

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Duo watched as Heero took his 'son' off for a talk, and then proceeded to have a nervous breakdown. /No, no no no no no no no no no no no no. Heero.... I.... Allilon... OH SHIT! What the hell am I going to do? I can't just go down to breakfast like nothing just happened. And besides, last night. FUCK ME! I gotta get the hell out of here. Where can I go? Another room in Q's house, and just hide? No, I don't really want to see anyone besides Hee-chan after that mess last night. Where to go? Wait! I still have my hotel room! Yes! I will go there. Just have to pack first./

Duo looked around the room hastily, and then snapped into action. Within five minutes, he had his things packed and had already called a cab to get him out of Dodge. When he was sure that the cab was close to the estate's gate, about fifteen minutes later, he snuck out of the room, with his bag on his back and stealth skills from the wars kicking in full force.

He skirted the main rooms, taking as many side rooms and back ways he could find, until he was at the large oak doors of the mansion. Taking a deep breath, Duo willed the door to be quiet, grabbed hold of the handle, and pulled. The door was silent, and he slipped out, seeing the cab right outside the main gain. Duo ran at a mind-boggling speed, reaching the gates, a full 300 meters away from the house, in less than two minutes.

"Where to, mate?" The driver had an English accent, which threw Duo off for a moment. Shaking his head clear of confusion and intrigue, he answered.

"Ritz Hotel."

"Your money, mate," the cabbie replied, not even blinking as the man in the backseat wiped the sweat from his forehead and tried to even out his breathing. He'd seen enough burglars in all his years in Paris to not ask questions. If La Police asked him about this fare, he would just answer truthfully. Best not to piss of the Paris cops. They tended to forget about civil liberties, unlike Old London's bobbies.

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Heero emerged from Allilon's room an hour later, feeling worn out. The talk did *not* go as well as he had hoped. He forgot that his 'son' was very stubborn, just like his mother. Heero sighed at that thought.

/How do you explain to a three year old that you want to be lovers with another man? That you are *in fact* in love with another man? One that the boy just met less than a week ago? What would you do, Relena? You'd probably throw me a party, because I'm finally showing an interest in *someone*, wouldn't you?/

He had tried every reasonable approach to the conversation, starting with "I care for Uncle Duo the same way that Uncle Quatre and Uncle Trowa care for each other." That did not go over very well, and only succeeded in making the boy scream again.

Finally, weary and feeling a *lot* older than the almost twenty-two years he was, he settled on a sort of begrudging truce from the boy. Allilon told him that he wouldn't scream anymore, but he didn't want to talk to "Mr. Maxswell" anymore. Heero just sighed and said that it was fine, as long as he didn't scream again.

The Japanese man walked into the room next to Allilon's and peeked in. Not seeing the American, he continued on his way downstairs until he reached the dining room. He looked around and saw everyone else accounted for, except for the one person he needed to talk to. He had just turned to leave when Quatre spoke, making Heero's blood turn cold.

"Good morning, Heero. How is Duo this morning? We have yet to see him today," the blond chirped.

/Trowa must have done an excellent job last night if Quatre is acting as if nothing happened,/ he thought, turning back around to face the others in the room. Everyone was staring at him, all with varying degrees of worry across their faces, but the stern Chinese man was glaring daggers at him. /He is the one who left Duo in *my* arms last night. What the hell is his problem?/

"He was fine when I left him, Quatre. I will let him tell you himself, whenever he comes back in," Heero replied, exchanging a nice glare-fest with Wufei.

"What are you talking about, Heero?" Une asked, watching as two of her instructors were looking at one another as if they were going to kill each other on the spot.

"Duo isn't upstairs. I thought he was down here," the Japanese man said, ignoring the other Asian for more important matters. He felt a slight panic try to take over him, but he pushed it down. "Didn't you see him?"

"No, he hasn't come in yet," Sally said, looking at Heero, and then Wufei. She elbowed her husband, and whispered something in his ear that made his face start to tint a bit red.

/Where did he go?/ Heero thought, feeling the panic hit him full force, and he ran out of the dining room. He searched every room on the bottom floor of the house meticulously, and then started on the rooms upstairs. When he couldn't find Duo anywhere in the house, Heero ran outside to check the grounds.

He came to a stop outside the main gate, trying to catch his breath and calm the overwhelming fear that was lodged in his throat. /Duo, you didn't leave me this time, did you? Are you giving up on... NO!/ Heero fought within himself to just focus on finding the crazy American that was causing him this much pain. He looked up, and spotted the security camera hanging to the perimeter wall.

Not taking a second longer than he actually needed, he ran to the security room that Trowa set up in the house, and searched through the last hour of tape of the front gate. There, he saw Duo running across the lawn to the iron gates, and slip into a cab that was waiting patiently and then sped off in the direction of the city. /Naze(3)?/

TBC....

(1) Nani - Japanese, "What?"
(2) Doshite - Japanese, "Why?"
(3) Naze - Japanese, "Why?"