Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ A Grand Affair ❯ The Consequential Sun and Moon ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

On the outside, Heero is the quiet, adoring boyfriend of Relena Peacecraft. On the inside, his heart beats for another. Just when it seems like Heero is finally given an out in of his double-life the tables turn once again and with Heero's loyalty split once again, it seems it is only a matter of time before the inside comes out. (1x2)

Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.20.2006 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 485 | Status: Work In Progress

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. Bandai and Sunrise do.

A Grand Affair

Chapter One: The Consequential Sun and Moon

They were a beautiful couple. All eyes that beheld them gleamed with envy. The Peacecraft princess and her bold, dark and handsome knight—the ex-pilot zero-one.

They interlinked hands gently as they made polite conversation with all of the guests around them. This was simply a holiday get-together so politics were off the menu of conversation. With that matter cleared, it left only questions for the handsome couple.

“Do tell us, Heero, when you finally intend to marry our talented ambassador here?” one of Relena's coworkers asked, his pudgy hand curling around the thin stem of a champagne glass.

“Perhaps never,” Relena answered in Heero's place. “As we stand now, we benefit so much from a non-marital union.”

Heero simply nodded and continued to gaze around. His eyes appeared calm and casual. He just looked like he was taking in his surroundings. But if eyes are the windows to the soul and the mind, then Heero had black shades over his.

He was searching for someone.

As Relena continued to elaborate on their recent trip to Spain to meet with the royal family there, Heero continued to scan the ballroom. He was somewhere nearby.

Dark blue eyes narrowed slightly as he caught sight of someone standing in the darkness of the windowsill high up on the second floor. The small flash of a braid in the moonlight was the only clue as to his location for a brief second. But Heero could feel the man looking back down at him.

“If you would excuse me,” he said gruffly.

“Of course, dear,” Relena murmured. When she looked up at him she caught the faintest hint of purpose in his eyes. “You go right ahead.”

Heero excused himself once more with a nod and then began to wind his way up the staircase the hugged the rounded walls. As he made it to the second floor which was merely another bar and catwalk in which to observe the festivities below, Heero grabbed a glass of wine and then made his way casually, glancing down at the crowd, towards the occupied windowsill.

Heero stepped towards the windowsill and stared out into the night, holding the glass in a relaxed hand.

“How's it going?” the hidden voice asked.

“All clear. Apparently, terrorists take holidays off, too,” Heero replied monotonously.

“There's no sign of trouble from above. Maybe we'll get off with an uneventful night.”

“Perhaps.”

“How long are you obligated to stay after the party?” The tone was hopeful.

“Only long enough to hand Relena over to her house bodyguards. Probably around one in the morning. Expect me around one thirty.”

“Good. I'll be waiting.”

Heero took a long sip of his wine and then turned back towards the catwalk.

“Beautiful night, isn't it?” a familiar senator chimed in as Heero walked by. Who were these people, Heero wondered. Politicians or undercover spies?

“Yes, the sky is exceptionally clear tonight.”

“Yes, had to take a look at it myself. I'm so rarely on earth; it's a rare treat to view the night sky as I remember it as a boy.”

Heero simply nodded and wished the man a pleasant evening. Heero made his way back down the stairs and attached himself to Relena once more.

“Everything okay?” she asked in a falsely light voice. It was a demand to report his findings.

“Yes, everything is fine,” Heero assured before he became minutely immersed in the conversations around him.

For another few hours they waltzed around the ballroom, talked and just observed the splendor of the ball. Heero found himself glancing at the clock a little more than he should have been and ever fiber in his being wanted to walk back up to that windowsill and disappear behind the curtains.

But at last, midnight struck and the guests slowly began to bid their farewells and head back home in their lovely sports and leisure cars. Heero and Relena watched all of them go before they headed back to their limo and were driven home back to the Sanq Kingdom nearby.

“I was sure something was going to go awry tonight. I'm so glad it didn't.”

“Hn,” Heero acknowledged.

“Heero, someday we really must talk about this false front. Perhaps I should just start dating someone else. Everyone would eventually understand if we parted ways.”

“If you wish. It has just been easier to protect you when I'm allowed closer to you.”

“They're starting to grow suspicious. We either need to edit our script and change up the acting or just end this. The worst thing possible would be if they found out you were my bodyguard. If they found that out then I've lost my best preventer.”

Heero nodded in understanding. “Perhaps, we could release a public statement saying that we have decided to part our own ways. If they're beginning to grow suspicious then that would put aside all their doubts,” Heero explained. “But then that takes me out of the picture. I don't know how I'd be able to do my duty.”

“Simple. We wait a few weeks and then I have my brother announce that he has hired you as the new commander of the preventers. I could make a few statements about how we've agreed to be friends and I look forward to working with you as a preventer. That'd be the closest thing to the truth we've ever told anyone.”

Heero nodded. The idea would work. And at last it would take the fighting out of his real life. No more arguments, no more fighting over jealous reasons.

The limo pulled up into a round, gravel driveway and the driver opened Relena's door to help her out. Heero opened his door and walked around to take Relena's arm. As he walked her to the door he caught slight movement out of the corner of his eye. Paparazzi. His favorite prey.

“Good night, Relena. I'm sorry things just seem to be falling apart,” Heero sighed. As he turned to her he gave a slight wink out of his right eye.

Relena recognized the signal and lowered her head. “Perhaps it really is time to put this relationship behind us. We're not kids anymore. We've changed but I think we've just grown apart.”

“We'll talk about this tomorrow. You need to get some rest.”

“Of course. Good night, Heero,” she murmured. She allowed Heero to kiss her cheek before she rang to be let in. As one of the guards opened the door for her she wished Heero good night one last time before the door closed on his face.

Sighing he ran a hand over his face. He wanted to grab that guy from the bushes but for once, they needed the paparazzi.

“Get out of here, kid,” Heero said towards the bushes as he turned and stepped off the small porch. “Before I call the guards.”

There was a slight rustle of the bushes in response but the reporter was not stupid enough to just step out of hiding.

Heero walked back to the limo and gave him directions back to the apartment complex he lived in. Glancing down at his wristwatch Heero added, “And make it quick.”

~*~

Heero silently stepped into his apartment, never even bothering to turn on the lights. With a heavy sigh, he slipped off his shoes and he extracted the pistols from his inner-jacket pockets and locked them in an unassuming kitchen cabinet.

“You're overdressed.”

Heero looked over his shoulder but the sight that greeted him forced him to turn entirely around. “You're too vulnerable,” he retorted though his voice sounded thick and strained.

The pale moonlight that cascaded into the room revealed a pale, flawless and undeniably nude Duo. His muscles were outlined by shadows and the sensual curve to his hips instantly drew Heero's lustful stare.

“I thought you liked me that way,” Duo murmured, his voice low and husky.

Heero stalked towards Duo who stared back at him defiantly.

“You are going to be the death of me,” Heero hissed sharply in Duo's ear.

Duo raised his head slightly and placed a soft, lingering kiss to the curve under Heero's ear. “Oh, I don't know about that. I would chance to say it would be one of your neurotic female fans that would do the crime if they found out you bent a man over every night.”

“It wouldn't be every night if you stopped walking around in the dark naked. At this rate even Wufei wouldn't be able to pull himself away…or out.”

“Ah, but you don't share, do you?”

Heero jerked Duo's braid roughly. “You're too easy around me. I'm saving your dignity by not letting you exhibit that on others.”

Duo reached up and slowly slid Heero's jacket off his shoulders. The material hissed softly as it ran down Heero's clothed body and then landed softly, forgotten at the floor.

“I think you owe this to me after making me watch you holding on to someone else all night.”

“No one can ever know about us,” Heero warned seriously though his resolve was fading with each button Duo undid.

“No, that would be too bitter of a medicine for the public to swallow. Such a shame we can only love each other by the moonlight.”

“The sun and moon are inconsequential to me,” Heero assured as he allowed Duo to slip his shirt off. “How I feel does not change every twelve hours.”

“Only how we act,” Duo repeated, though his tone was just a little forlorn.

“Someday, Duo,” Heero promised as he always did, a moment of tenderness slipping through the rough façade.

Duo unlatched Heero's belt and took his pants and boxer shorts with it. Heero easily stepped out of them and grasped Duo's hips, bringing their erections into full contact.

Duo let his head slip back as a low moan escaped his throat, his hands coming up to Heero's arms to help stabilize himself.

“Now what's this about a neurotic woman trying to kill me?” Heero whispered as he leaned in a bit down gently on Duo's collarbone.

“She'd kill you if she knew you bent a man over every night.”

“That's right,” Heero confirmed in his cool, collected voice even as he shallowly thrust his hips against his partner's. “I wouldn't want to be one to let her down.” Heero straightened up and turned Duo towards the kitchen counter he was standing by.

“Bend over.”

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Okay, not even near a lemon. But I promise, next chapter. I know it seems like there is no plot yet but I assure you there are many twists and turns yet to be revealed. Tell me what you think so far; I'd love the feedback!