Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ All in the Band ❯ Chapter Twelve ( Chapter 12 )
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By: Amataru 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.03.2005 | Updated On: 08.19.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 718 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.03.2005 | Updated On: 08.19.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 718 | Status: Completed
All in the Band
Part 12
Amataru Arcus
1x2 3x4 Rx1 5xS
Yaoi
PG-13
Disclaimer: These are not my characters. I am lazy and have taken someone else’s creation and have formed my own story around them. Don’t sue me, I have no money!! The song that is quoted is “Unstoppable” by The Calling. Yes I do quote them a lot in this fic but I can’t help that all of their songs fit perfectly into this story!!
Warnings: It is yaoi, gay, slash, what ever you want to call it. And I know you all are getting impatient and are wondering where the yummy lemon is but I’m not sure if I’m going to put it in here or not. I think you guys have a good enough imagination and have read enough fics to fill in between the lines. There’s nothing I can right here in a sex scene that you haven’t read before. Now unless there comes a point in time in the story where it is necessary to be explicit I won’t hesitate. But I’m not sure now if there will come a time. Sorry!! -.-;
Authors Note: Wow!! Record time or what everyone?! I guess having my own place and a perfect relationship has really paid off! I’ve got my muse back!! Woot!! Thanks to all those who’ve stayed with me thus far!! It really helps motivate me hearing from you all! So please Read, *Reply*, and ENJOY!!
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Unlocking the hotel room door with the key card he stole from Milliardo’s pockets, Duo found him self staring at a display of passion on the bed. Wufei was straddled by a naked woman whom Duo guessed was his mysterious lover-friend, Sally Po.
At first they didn’t even notice, but Duo just had to have a tickle at the back of this throat that he had to relieve. “Duo!!” Wufei nearly knocked Sally off the bed as he pulled the sheets over his exposed body. “What the fuck?!”
“Heh… Sorry!” He covered up his eyes with his fingers not wanting to see Wufei’s chang.
“Oh thanks, Wufei…” Sally scoffed as she glared at him. “Don’t worry. I don’t mind if *I’m* caught naked. But heaven help us if your dear beloved privates are exposed for all their glory!”
Duo, not knowing that it was their routine to fight, thought he had created a rift between another couple. “Didn’t mean to cause a scene. Just wanted to know if Wufei wanted to join me to pick up our proofs for the next album.”
“Why couldn’t you fucking knock?!”
“Don’t worry Duo. I don’t mind. I was getting bored anyway…” She faked a yawn. “You can open your eyes now. I’m dressed and Wufei can try to be a man.”
“Woman!” Wufei yelled at the insult. “Bored where you? You didn’t sound like it!”
And Duo took that as his cue. As he shut the door behind him he distinctly heard someone being slammed on the bed with some amount of force. “I hope he’s not beating her.” To make sure there weren’t any screams of help he stuck around with his ear stuck to the door. The only sounds he heard coming from behind the door didn’t sound as if she was held against her will. It sounded the complete opposite.
“You dog…” he said under his breath as he neared the next target. This time though, just in case there was something going on that he didn’t want to interrupt, he knocked. There wasn’t much of a chance that he could be disturbing Trowa though. He hadn’t spoken to anyone since he left the bar and took a cab home. The only time he ever came out of his room was when they had their photo shoot the day before.
Duo hopped that he could coerce him into coming out for some fresh air with him. But there was no answer at the door. “Trowa? It’s Duo.” He knocked then pressed his ear to the door like before, listening for any kind of raunchy sounds. “I’m coming in.”
Opening the door he found Trowa in a sad state. Sitting on the bed flipping the channel’s with the remote not even paying attention to the TV Trowa stared off into the distance blankly through his dangling long bangs.
“Hey, Trowa?” Duo said as he approached.
He turned to Duo, a look of shock was the only reaction that read in his face but was quickly replaced by the stone emotionless expression he had come to wear recently. But his eyes told a different story; they were blood shot, swollen and his pupils dilated. It looked as if he had been crying for days.
Sitting on the bed besides him Duo ran his fingers through Trowa’s disheveled hair. “I just wanted to know if you wanted to pick up our pictures from the shoot yesterday.”
“No thank you, Duo. I just want to be alone,” and he turned back to the TV letting out a soft sigh.
“Hey, I know it’s rough and you feel like crap, like you’ve been betrayed, run over a million times and fed to the dogs,” Trowa glanced at him sideways. “But you need to get over it. If you just keep soaking in your misery you’ll drown.”
“I don‘t need advice right now, Duo. Especially from you.”
“Me?” Duo surprised and gave a hurtful look questioningly.
“How long did it take you to get over Solo? A day, a month, a year, a decade?” Trowa shook his head. “No. You still aren’t over him. You obviously don’t know how to heal these kinds of wounds. Just leave…”
“Well…” Duo was taken aback by the insult and didn’t know how to reply. “I guess I’m not needed then. Take care…” With a quick look back as he reached the door he said his good byes and closed the door behind himself.
After finding Trowa in that state he only could guess what state Quatre was in. If things had been different he would go and comfort him but after a betrayal like that Duo had to fight the urge to punch him in the face. There was only one person left to go with him.
Once the band started to tear at the seams Milliardo required them all to have separate rooms. Duo hadn’t spoken to Heero in a couple of weeks. And after the episode during the music video Duo didn’t know how he himself would act towards Heero. His feelings for him had been so contradictory.
On one hand he knew that Heero was just using the band for fortune. For what reasons, that he didn’t know. But he did know that he wasn’t doing it for the art or the fans. He also knew that he was hiding something dark about his past. How a man could kill another with out any repercussions was completely unknown to him.
But the fact that Heero was an enigma to Duo was the attraction.
As Duo started to open the door he heard his voice inside. ’Again I interrupt something…’ But as he was about to close the door he realized he was signing along while he struck his guitar silently.
“Come and lay right on my bed, sit and drink some wine. I'll try not to make you cry,” it seemed as if Heero knew he was standing there hiding behind the door. “And if you get inside my head, then you'd understand. Then you'd understand me.”
He struck at the cords with more emotion then he had ever before. Even though it was silent with out the amp attached it somehow felt more powerful, “Why I've felt so alone, why I kept myself from love. And you became my favorite drug.”
His voice rasped almost like a whisper, “So let me take you right now and swallow you down, I need you inside.”
Duo’s heart pounded. He knew he was speaking to him. He knew those words where meant for him. He wanted nothing more to bust through the room and wrap his arms around Heero’s body but he couldn’t move. He was frozen there, listening to every note, to every word, that filtered through the partially opened door.
“If we had this night together. If we had a moment to ourselves. If we had this night together, then we'd be un-” The music abruptly stopped and before Duo could respond the door flung open. Standing face to face with him was his object of affection.
“You’re very resourceful,” Heero said simply.
“I-Well-the-door-The pictures-I mean-I wanted to-Did you write that?” Duo fumbled with his words as he tried to find what to say. He made a mental note to smack himself for his idiocy later.
Heero narrowed his eyes curiously, “You first. How did you get in?”
“That’s easy! I snatched the spare key from Milliardo when he wasn’t looking.” Duo was ready to flash it before him but as soon as he started to raise his hand with it Heero had swiped it from him.
“Get in,” Heero demanded as he turned away and walked further inside.
“Sure…” Now unsure of if he wanted to be alone with him or not. Flashes of the alleyway and the slaughtered men flickered into his mind. But the dim lighting highlighting Heero’s figure made him deadly attractive.
“Yes.”
Duo just stood there. “Yes what?”
“To your question.” Heero said as he started to put his guitar back into it’s case.
For a second Duo thought he was a mind reader and had already known why he was stopping by but then he remembered his stuttered sentence. “You did? Wow! I didn’t know you where a writer. I wouldn’t have guessed.”
Heero shrugged as he sat on the bed. Looking up at Duo his normally hardened eyes seemed to soften. “I can’t keep things buried anymore. I need to confess something to you.”
Holding his breath Duo waited for anything. What would he have to confess and why did it concern him. Why after the whole year was he finally spilling the beans? What had changed? Questions pranced around Duo’s mind nearly blocking out Heero’s voice.
“I don’t know how to say this the right way. I’ve never been in this kind of situation before, Duo.” Heero looked away, his strength wavering slightly, not sure if he should really continue. But the words where already snowballing out of his mouth and it was too late to stop.
“I’ve been attracted to you since the first day I saw you. You’re brilliant eyes glowing with joy subduing the sorrow. You’re eyes are the windows to your soul and I read you like a book. Your story is sad but yet you walk around with a smile. And it’s not only on your face but in the way you walk, the way you laugh, how you sleep, your smile is you. It pulls at my heart to think of you in pain. The world needs your smile, Duo. I need your smile. I need you.”
Heero looked past Duo back into time, “I’ve lead a dark life. I put it behind me but I’m still tainted by it. I hoped to learn from you. To learn how to live everyday to the fullest. But I can’t. I can’t learn from you.” His eyes returned to the present as he reached for Duo’s hand. “I need to be with you. I can’t stand not being apart from you.
“I can tell that the band is going down hill and this won’t last much longer. That’s why I wanted to tell you now. I want to stay with you. No matter what happens to the band.” Heero let a smile crease his face. “I know this is sudden and I sound a little obsessed and I guess I am really but-”
Heero didn’t need to explain him self. Duo had heard as much as he could take. Tears flooded down his cheeks and he fell onto Heero into a deep embrace. “Shut up, Heero. You really shouldn‘t talk…”
Part 12
Amataru Arcus
1x2 3x4 Rx1 5xS
Yaoi
PG-13
Disclaimer: These are not my characters. I am lazy and have taken someone else’s creation and have formed my own story around them. Don’t sue me, I have no money!! The song that is quoted is “Unstoppable” by The Calling. Yes I do quote them a lot in this fic but I can’t help that all of their songs fit perfectly into this story!!
Warnings: It is yaoi, gay, slash, what ever you want to call it. And I know you all are getting impatient and are wondering where the yummy lemon is but I’m not sure if I’m going to put it in here or not. I think you guys have a good enough imagination and have read enough fics to fill in between the lines. There’s nothing I can right here in a sex scene that you haven’t read before. Now unless there comes a point in time in the story where it is necessary to be explicit I won’t hesitate. But I’m not sure now if there will come a time. Sorry!! -.-;
Authors Note: Wow!! Record time or what everyone?! I guess having my own place and a perfect relationship has really paid off! I’ve got my muse back!! Woot!! Thanks to all those who’ve stayed with me thus far!! It really helps motivate me hearing from you all! So please Read, *Reply*, and ENJOY!!
___________________________
Unlocking the hotel room door with the key card he stole from Milliardo’s pockets, Duo found him self staring at a display of passion on the bed. Wufei was straddled by a naked woman whom Duo guessed was his mysterious lover-friend, Sally Po.
At first they didn’t even notice, but Duo just had to have a tickle at the back of this throat that he had to relieve. “Duo!!” Wufei nearly knocked Sally off the bed as he pulled the sheets over his exposed body. “What the fuck?!”
“Heh… Sorry!” He covered up his eyes with his fingers not wanting to see Wufei’s chang.
“Oh thanks, Wufei…” Sally scoffed as she glared at him. “Don’t worry. I don’t mind if *I’m* caught naked. But heaven help us if your dear beloved privates are exposed for all their glory!”
Duo, not knowing that it was their routine to fight, thought he had created a rift between another couple. “Didn’t mean to cause a scene. Just wanted to know if Wufei wanted to join me to pick up our proofs for the next album.”
“Why couldn’t you fucking knock?!”
“Don’t worry Duo. I don’t mind. I was getting bored anyway…” She faked a yawn. “You can open your eyes now. I’m dressed and Wufei can try to be a man.”
“Woman!” Wufei yelled at the insult. “Bored where you? You didn’t sound like it!”
And Duo took that as his cue. As he shut the door behind him he distinctly heard someone being slammed on the bed with some amount of force. “I hope he’s not beating her.” To make sure there weren’t any screams of help he stuck around with his ear stuck to the door. The only sounds he heard coming from behind the door didn’t sound as if she was held against her will. It sounded the complete opposite.
“You dog…” he said under his breath as he neared the next target. This time though, just in case there was something going on that he didn’t want to interrupt, he knocked. There wasn’t much of a chance that he could be disturbing Trowa though. He hadn’t spoken to anyone since he left the bar and took a cab home. The only time he ever came out of his room was when they had their photo shoot the day before.
Duo hopped that he could coerce him into coming out for some fresh air with him. But there was no answer at the door. “Trowa? It’s Duo.” He knocked then pressed his ear to the door like before, listening for any kind of raunchy sounds. “I’m coming in.”
Opening the door he found Trowa in a sad state. Sitting on the bed flipping the channel’s with the remote not even paying attention to the TV Trowa stared off into the distance blankly through his dangling long bangs.
“Hey, Trowa?” Duo said as he approached.
He turned to Duo, a look of shock was the only reaction that read in his face but was quickly replaced by the stone emotionless expression he had come to wear recently. But his eyes told a different story; they were blood shot, swollen and his pupils dilated. It looked as if he had been crying for days.
Sitting on the bed besides him Duo ran his fingers through Trowa’s disheveled hair. “I just wanted to know if you wanted to pick up our pictures from the shoot yesterday.”
“No thank you, Duo. I just want to be alone,” and he turned back to the TV letting out a soft sigh.
“Hey, I know it’s rough and you feel like crap, like you’ve been betrayed, run over a million times and fed to the dogs,” Trowa glanced at him sideways. “But you need to get over it. If you just keep soaking in your misery you’ll drown.”
“I don‘t need advice right now, Duo. Especially from you.”
“Me?” Duo surprised and gave a hurtful look questioningly.
“How long did it take you to get over Solo? A day, a month, a year, a decade?” Trowa shook his head. “No. You still aren’t over him. You obviously don’t know how to heal these kinds of wounds. Just leave…”
“Well…” Duo was taken aback by the insult and didn’t know how to reply. “I guess I’m not needed then. Take care…” With a quick look back as he reached the door he said his good byes and closed the door behind himself.
After finding Trowa in that state he only could guess what state Quatre was in. If things had been different he would go and comfort him but after a betrayal like that Duo had to fight the urge to punch him in the face. There was only one person left to go with him.
Once the band started to tear at the seams Milliardo required them all to have separate rooms. Duo hadn’t spoken to Heero in a couple of weeks. And after the episode during the music video Duo didn’t know how he himself would act towards Heero. His feelings for him had been so contradictory.
On one hand he knew that Heero was just using the band for fortune. For what reasons, that he didn’t know. But he did know that he wasn’t doing it for the art or the fans. He also knew that he was hiding something dark about his past. How a man could kill another with out any repercussions was completely unknown to him.
But the fact that Heero was an enigma to Duo was the attraction.
As Duo started to open the door he heard his voice inside. ’Again I interrupt something…’ But as he was about to close the door he realized he was signing along while he struck his guitar silently.
“Come and lay right on my bed, sit and drink some wine. I'll try not to make you cry,” it seemed as if Heero knew he was standing there hiding behind the door. “And if you get inside my head, then you'd understand. Then you'd understand me.”
He struck at the cords with more emotion then he had ever before. Even though it was silent with out the amp attached it somehow felt more powerful, “Why I've felt so alone, why I kept myself from love. And you became my favorite drug.”
His voice rasped almost like a whisper, “So let me take you right now and swallow you down, I need you inside.”
Duo’s heart pounded. He knew he was speaking to him. He knew those words where meant for him. He wanted nothing more to bust through the room and wrap his arms around Heero’s body but he couldn’t move. He was frozen there, listening to every note, to every word, that filtered through the partially opened door.
“If we had this night together. If we had a moment to ourselves. If we had this night together, then we'd be un-” The music abruptly stopped and before Duo could respond the door flung open. Standing face to face with him was his object of affection.
“You’re very resourceful,” Heero said simply.
“I-Well-the-door-The pictures-I mean-I wanted to-Did you write that?” Duo fumbled with his words as he tried to find what to say. He made a mental note to smack himself for his idiocy later.
Heero narrowed his eyes curiously, “You first. How did you get in?”
“That’s easy! I snatched the spare key from Milliardo when he wasn’t looking.” Duo was ready to flash it before him but as soon as he started to raise his hand with it Heero had swiped it from him.
“Get in,” Heero demanded as he turned away and walked further inside.
“Sure…” Now unsure of if he wanted to be alone with him or not. Flashes of the alleyway and the slaughtered men flickered into his mind. But the dim lighting highlighting Heero’s figure made him deadly attractive.
“Yes.”
Duo just stood there. “Yes what?”
“To your question.” Heero said as he started to put his guitar back into it’s case.
For a second Duo thought he was a mind reader and had already known why he was stopping by but then he remembered his stuttered sentence. “You did? Wow! I didn’t know you where a writer. I wouldn’t have guessed.”
Heero shrugged as he sat on the bed. Looking up at Duo his normally hardened eyes seemed to soften. “I can’t keep things buried anymore. I need to confess something to you.”
Holding his breath Duo waited for anything. What would he have to confess and why did it concern him. Why after the whole year was he finally spilling the beans? What had changed? Questions pranced around Duo’s mind nearly blocking out Heero’s voice.
“I don’t know how to say this the right way. I’ve never been in this kind of situation before, Duo.” Heero looked away, his strength wavering slightly, not sure if he should really continue. But the words where already snowballing out of his mouth and it was too late to stop.
“I’ve been attracted to you since the first day I saw you. You’re brilliant eyes glowing with joy subduing the sorrow. You’re eyes are the windows to your soul and I read you like a book. Your story is sad but yet you walk around with a smile. And it’s not only on your face but in the way you walk, the way you laugh, how you sleep, your smile is you. It pulls at my heart to think of you in pain. The world needs your smile, Duo. I need your smile. I need you.”
Heero looked past Duo back into time, “I’ve lead a dark life. I put it behind me but I’m still tainted by it. I hoped to learn from you. To learn how to live everyday to the fullest. But I can’t. I can’t learn from you.” His eyes returned to the present as he reached for Duo’s hand. “I need to be with you. I can’t stand not being apart from you.
“I can tell that the band is going down hill and this won’t last much longer. That’s why I wanted to tell you now. I want to stay with you. No matter what happens to the band.” Heero let a smile crease his face. “I know this is sudden and I sound a little obsessed and I guess I am really but-”
Heero didn’t need to explain him self. Duo had heard as much as he could take. Tears flooded down his cheeks and he fell onto Heero into a deep embrace. “Shut up, Heero. You really shouldn‘t talk…”