Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Beautiful Force ❯ Chapter 14 ( Chapter 14 )

Fic title: Beautiful Force
Penname: DBZVegeta

Summary: Duo's worried that Heero hasn't returned from his mission and wonders if he is to blame.

Pairing: Heero/Duo, Trowa/Quatre, Wufei/?

Rating: R (mild NC-17)

# of Chapters: 14/?

Category: Romance/Angst

Sequel To: You Make Me Feel So…

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor the characters contained within. © Copyright Statement - While I do not own the characters that are copyrighted by other authors, I do own the copyright to the original story line contained within and any characters of my own creation. If you have any questions, or wish to utilize my story line or characters, please contact me.

 

Beautiful Force

 

~*~ Chapter 14 ~*~

 

Heero looked up from him computer screen as Duo slammed the door to their room open and scurried inside shutting it behind him with a sharp thud. Heero's eyebrows rose as he took in Duo's disheveled, still wet, panting form huddled almost pathetically against the door.

 

“What's wrong, Quatre use the wrong shampoo?” he quipped sarcastically, though inside he was concerned with Duo's actions. He still, even though he had confessed his feelings, could not verbalize them adequately.

 

“Huh. . .what?” Duo looked startled as his head shot up and his confused eyes met his. “Oh, Quatre didn't help, Wufei did,” he said distractedly as he pushed him up off of the door and crossed the room towards his bed. Heero watched him, a frown creasing his normally expressionless face, as Duo stripped off his towel and slid a pair of black boxer shorts on before picking the towel up to rub briskly at his dripping hair humming tunelessly to himself, his shoulders stiff and tense.

 

Heero studied the other man carefully, sure that something was wrong but unable to figure out what it was. Sighing softly, he turned back to his computer closing down the program he was working on before shutting the system down. Standing, he quietly crossed the room, stopping behind Duo. Reaching out, he took the towel from him, ignoring the startled squeak that came from him and pushed him down onto the edge of the bed. Sitting down behind Duo, he picked up a long bunch of the chestnut hair, drying it carefully between his towel clad hands.

 

Silently Duo sat as Heero rubbed the moisture from his hair, waiting for the inescapable questions he knew were poised on his lips. He was startled however, when Heero dropped the towel to the floor and began brushing his hair with the brush he had left on the bed. He closed his eyes and leaned back into the gentle strokes, his body slowly relaxing. He was almost asleep by the time Heero had finished brushing his hair and had slowly plaited it into its customary braid.

 

“Duo,” Heero said softly, his hands coming up to rest upon Duo's shoulders. He could feel him start and the sudden tension that was humming through his body. “Come on, under the covers.” He chose to ignore the tension that thrummed through his partners' body as he pulled the covers back and helped the other pilot into the bed.

 

Duo immediately snuggled down into the sheets, grateful for Heeros' understanding that he didn't want to talk at that moment. He curled himself up around Heero's pillow, inhaling deeply of the scent that clung to the material. “Night,” he said sleepily as he let the tension and weariness of the day catch up with him and send him into a deep slumber.

 

Heero sat back, leaning against the headboard and watched the sleeping figure next to him. He reached down and trailed his fingers softly through Duo's bangs, smiling as Duo rolled over and snuggled against him, one hand curling around his thigh. Duo slept the remainder of the afternoon away as Heero dozed against the headboard.

 

That was how Trowa found them later that evening, when he tapped lightly at the door before peering into the room.

 

“Heero, Quatre said to come down for dinner.” Trowa whispered softly as he spied the sleeping pilot.

 

“We'll be down in a bit,” Heero replied equally as softly, his hand moving to stroke lightly up and down Duo's back.

 

Trowa slipped into the room quietly, and over to the bed looking down thoughtfully at Duo. “How is he doing?”

 

“He's doing fine and can answer for himself,” grouched a reply from Duo, from where he was buried against Heero.

 

“Good evening Duo.” Trowa replied, straightening up and looking faintly amused. “Quatre has dinner prepared and said that it's your favorite.”

 

“Mmm, spaghetti. Be there in a few,” Duo replied, rolling over onto his back and stretching lithely, ignoring the twinges in his chest. He rolled up into a sitting position, curling his arms about his legs before peering inquisitively up at Trowa.

 

“Good.” Trowa said, a faint smile flittering over his face before it disappeared. He turned to look at Heero, his eyes conveying a short message before he turned around and disappeared out the door.

 

Heero slid off the bed, stretching the tight muscles in his back. “Come on baka, let's get going.”

 

“Coming, and I am not a baka.” Duo said as he eased off the bed and snagged a pair of comfortable sweat pants and tee-shirt.

 

Heero watched as Duo skipped from the room, his normally cheerful mode back in full force after his nap. Following, he quietly walked downstairs and into the kitchen. Quatre was busily fending off Duo with a sauce covered spoon. Trowa was leaned back against the wall as he walked into the room. Heero turned towards him, but Trowa shook his head before pushing off the wall and walked over to the table taking a seat.

 

Duo finally gave up sneaking a quick taste and bounced back across the room to drop into the chair next to Trowa. He looked up and grinned merrily as Heero slid in next to him, before scanning the room.

 

“Hey Quat, where's Wu?” Duo said as he reached out and snagged a breadstick from the basket Quatre was placing on the table, narrowly avoiding the slap aimed at his hand.

 

“He received a call this afternoon and left to meet with one of his informants.” Quatre said, as he moved to carry to the pan of noodles and sauce to the table. Heero's eyebrows arched upwards as he watched Quatre dish out the plates. He could see the tension that was present at the corners of Quatre's eyes and mouth, before he was distracted by Duo.

 

“Mmm, awesome as always Q-man,” Duo hummed, slurping his noodles noisily, a bit of sauce stuck to his chin. “So, what was the call about?”

 

Heero caught the quick glance that passed between Quatre and Trowa before Quatre replied.

 

“OZ is building a new weapons plant and Wufei's informant had some information that the doctors want.” Quatre looked slightly unhappy about this. “He should be back in the morning.”

 

“Cool.” Duo chirped, not catching the look that passed between the trio. Looking up at Heero, “Can we watch a movie tonight?”

 

“Sure, why don't you go pick one out and we will get this cleaned up.” Heero said.

 

“Yes Duo, pick out one that we all can watch. We'll meet you as soon as the kitchen is clean.” Quatre said, picking up plates and placing them in the sink.

 

Duo popped up out of the chair and bounced happily out of the room, but before Heero could question Trowa and Quatre, Duo's head poked back around the doorframe.

 

“Don't forget to bring popcorn,” he exclaimed.

 

“You just ate…Oh all right,” Quatre said, looking at the forlorn expression that whiffed across Duo's face. “Go on,” he said waving off the other pilot.

 

When they were finally alone and heard Duo rummaging around in the living room, Heero turned back to Trowa and Quatre.

 

“So what's Wufei really after?” he said, frowning as the pair exchanged concerned glances.

 

“He's off meeting with a couple of his private contacts. They said that they had information about the doctors and whatever they have planned about Duo.” Quatre said sadly, leaning back against the countertop. Trowa stood and crossed the room to pull Quatre into his arms, the distress the he was feeling clearly radiating through the air.

 

“Why would they want to hurt Duo? I don't understand it,” Trowa murmured softly into Quatre's hair. He felt Quatre's arms come up and circle his waist, gripping tightly into the fabric of his shirt.

 

“When I find out…” Heero's voice, filled with cold anger, trailed off. The meaning of his words clear to the other pilots.

 

“Hey! What's takin' you guys so long?” yelled a voice from the other room.

 

 

 

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A/N: A long, long time since the last update. Sorry, but other events have precluded me from updating this story. I will finish it, eventually. Thanks for reading.

 

~DBZ Vegeta