Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Beyond Sight ❯ Mornings ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Caelninti 
Duo wakes to a stranger in his bed.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.22.2011 | Updated On: 01.22.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 287 | Status: Completed
Duo wakes to a stranger in his bed.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.22.2011 | Updated On: 01.22.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 287 | Status: Completed
I don't own Gundam Wing, nor do I own any of the Characters . It's the property of it's original
creator, etc. I do own Raphael however.
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Mornings. There the worst thing to ever have been created. They always seem ;to come at the wrong
time. And this damn morning is no different. I can feel the sun sun taunting my eyes. I bury my head in
the warm body next& nbsp;to me to block the sun- wait a minute. Warm body? “What the hell?â€
My eyes open quicker than they've ever had during any time since after the war. I'v e done it again. I
went and got drunk and screwed some random guy again. I don't remember a damn thing either.
Groaning, I slowly sit up so I can see the guy who I took to bed last night. He's fairly short, maybe 5'5â€
or 5'6â€. He has tanned skin, almost caramel in color actually. His face seems almost boyish, so either
he's very young (which makes this statutory) or he's just one of those that never seem to age. I'm
hoping for the latter. He has brown, almost red hair. His bangs frame his face and land just past his
shoulders, the rest seems to layer just above the base of his neck. At least he looks nothing like Heero
His arms are smooth, hairless and lead to very delicate looking hands. On his left ring finger is gold
band with sapphire swirls engraved into it. Very beautiful and very expensive. Whoever he's married to
must be pretty rich. “M arried! I slept with a married man?†Dammit, I've really screwed up this time. I
run my fingers through my hair agitatedly until&n bsp;my left hand gets snagged. I pull it out roughly not even
caring ;that I may be messing up my precious hair. On my hand are a few strands of my chestnut hair
tucked roughly into a gold band on my finger... My ring finger! Did we... are we... are we married?
A groan lifted me& nbsp;from my thoughts as my maybe-husband slowly comes to life. His eyes flutter and
when they finally open, I'm greeted with amazing gold, piercing eyes. They look at me sharply, before
a frown mars his face. “Who are you?†I just blink at him for a bit, not even registering what he's just
said to me. “ Well?â€
â€&oel ig;Are you married?†He blinks at ;me then scowls harder
“What kin d of pick-up line is that?â€
I shake my head, “It isn't one.&n bsp;I'm being completely serious.â€
He sighs before mi micking my previous action, “No, I'm not.â€
Well, that's just great. I grab his left hand with my own and grin, “ Well you are now.â€
He just looks at me for the longest time before frowning, “ That isn't funny.â€
&aci rc;€œI know. For once, I wasn't trying to be.†I say hoping my face is as serious as I feel, which is a hell
of lot more than I usually am. “I think we got married last night.â€
“Wow. I don't even know your name.â€
I smile, at least he isn't freaking out right now, “Duo. Duo Maxwellâ€
He lowers his head and for a second, I almost think that he's gonna faint, but he doesn't. Instead he
simply raises head and gives me a tiny smile. One that looks quite cute on him. “ Raphael Falaehan....
Or is it Maxwell, now?â€
I smile at him and give him a lopsided grin, “Well since Duo Falaehan sounds a little more than
funny , it probably is best that you change&nb sp;yours.â€
An elegant eyebrow rises as golden eyes fill with mirth, “Yeah because Duo Maxwell doesn’t
already make me laugh.†I don’t have time to react as he stands up and I’m looking at his tan little&n bsp;bum.
Golden eyes trace the room before coming back to look at me. “Where are my clothes?â€
“Come on it’s not like I haven’t already seen you before.&aci rc;€ The look he gives me is almost as cold as Heero, and maybe it would have been just as bad if I hadn’t seen the mirth lying in those poppy gold
orbs.
“ I’m pretty sure you were too&nb sp;drunk to even remember.†To that I have nothing to say. Though not
because he is right (even though he is), but because he has once again turned aro und to resume his
search for his clothing. I fall flat on my back and exhale a lengthy breath. Looks like I’ve screwed up
again. Guess I really am good for nothing, huh Hee-chan? That’s all Iâ€&trade ;ll ever be, at least to you. I close
my eyes and try to will away the painful memories. Nothing good can come of them.
“You Okay?†Gold locks with my own Indigo eyes, and realize just how close he is. His aroma is
sweet, not at all like the husky scent of Heero that I’ve become accustomed to. He doesn’t seem to
min d as I let my arms trail along his body. He isnâ&euro ;™t as delicate as I first thought, his body is a bit more&nb sp;
lithe and lightly muscled. His skin is flawless, or a least it appears to be. I can’t feel or see any scars.
“Are you?⠀
I pause in my roaming, but only for a short moment, “I’m&n bsp;fine.†I whisper. I am answered with a
small chuckle, and I look at his face only to find his eyes close. I take it as a chance to touch his face
with my fingertips, and when he doesn’t pull back I begin to fully trace his face with my hands. They
travel over smooth curves as they move along the sides of his face. Bangs are brushed out of the way,
keeping them from hiding his&nb sp;features from view. My hands travel over his eyes, down his cheeks and
meet on the center of his lips. Carefully I let them wander over the rosy petals. I lean in but then force
myself back, abruptly. I must have scared him because his eyes shoot open to look at me, filled with
shock and maybe just a little disappointment.
â€&o elig;I’m sorry. Guess I got carried away.†I watch him shrug and he shifts away to the end of the bed,
bringing his knees to his chest in a very childish manner. I notice that he’s wearing boxers. It’s pair that
I’ve never seen before, so I can only assume they’re his. His chin rest light on his knees and he looks at
me with&n bsp;a critically gaze.
“Iâ€&tra de;m seventeen. I’m pretty sure you were wonder ing. Thought I’d let you know that.†Damn, he’s
young. I suppose it could be worse he could be 15, he looks it. “I should probably go now.â€
“To where?†I can tell he’s nervous about what my reaction to his age. “I’m twenty-one by the way.â€
“I don’t know. Anywhere not here I guess. Don’t want to get you in trouble.†I have to laugh at that.
“Believe me, I’ve been in worse situations,†I smile at the curious gaze he gives me, “I tell you about
it sometime. But you have to stick around.†He tries futilely to&nb sp;hide the surprise in his gaze.
“I can stay?†I nod, and he smiles that shy smile from earlie r. “Thanks. I really didn’t have anywhere
to go if you kicked me out.â€
For some reason, I can believe that. It surely is cliché&nbs p;enough. I stand and search for my own
underwear., finding them a lot quicker than him. Opening a drawer and slipping on a pair of
sweatpants, a throw a shirt at him. He looks at it then back up at me.
“No pants?†I laugh and shake my head.
“I’ve always want ed someone to walk around in only a shirt a owned. Makes me f eel kind of loved
you know?†He eyes the ;shirt for a little while longer and I get the feeling that he isn’t&n bsp;going to put it
on without pants anytime soon Heero sure wouldn’t.
“Can I have a bigger one then?†I know the surprise is showing on my face because that was
definitely not& nbsp;the answer I was expecting. Quickly I search around for a larger t-shirt and as soon as I
toss it too him he slips it on. “I’m guessing you like black?â€
Both he and I are wearing the dark color. I look into my drawer and see, well, black. I guess I could
add a little more color to my wardrobe “It’s&n bsp;one of my favorites.â€
“I can tell.†And with that he gracefully steps of the bed and begins to walk out the door. “Hey
Duo,&a circ;€ he pauses in his strides, but doesn’t turn to at me. “What’s going to happen?â€
“I don’t know†and truthfully it’s the only answer I can give. I’m not sure what to do either. He
doesn’t answer, only continu ing out the door. I sigh and follow slowly after him. “Damn, what are we
going to do?â€
creator, etc. I do own Raphael however.
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Mornings. There the worst thing to ever have been created. They always seem ;to come at the wrong
time. And this damn morning is no different. I can feel the sun sun taunting my eyes. I bury my head in
the warm body next& nbsp;to me to block the sun- wait a minute. Warm body? “What the hell?â€
My eyes open quicker than they've ever had during any time since after the war. I'v e done it again. I
went and got drunk and screwed some random guy again. I don't remember a damn thing either.
Groaning, I slowly sit up so I can see the guy who I took to bed last night. He's fairly short, maybe 5'5â€
or 5'6â€. He has tanned skin, almost caramel in color actually. His face seems almost boyish, so either
he's very young (which makes this statutory) or he's just one of those that never seem to age. I'm
hoping for the latter. He has brown, almost red hair. His bangs frame his face and land just past his
shoulders, the rest seems to layer just above the base of his neck. At least he looks nothing like Heero
His arms are smooth, hairless and lead to very delicate looking hands. On his left ring finger is gold
band with sapphire swirls engraved into it. Very beautiful and very expensive. Whoever he's married to
must be pretty rich. “M arried! I slept with a married man?†Dammit, I've really screwed up this time. I
run my fingers through my hair agitatedly until&n bsp;my left hand gets snagged. I pull it out roughly not even
caring ;that I may be messing up my precious hair. On my hand are a few strands of my chestnut hair
tucked roughly into a gold band on my finger... My ring finger! Did we... are we... are we married?
A groan lifted me& nbsp;from my thoughts as my maybe-husband slowly comes to life. His eyes flutter and
when they finally open, I'm greeted with amazing gold, piercing eyes. They look at me sharply, before
a frown mars his face. “Who are you?†I just blink at him for a bit, not even registering what he's just
said to me. “ Well?â€
â€&oel ig;Are you married?†He blinks at ;me then scowls harder
“What kin d of pick-up line is that?â€
I shake my head, “It isn't one.&n bsp;I'm being completely serious.â€
He sighs before mi micking my previous action, “No, I'm not.â€
Well, that's just great. I grab his left hand with my own and grin, “ Well you are now.â€
He just looks at me for the longest time before frowning, “ That isn't funny.â€
&aci rc;€œI know. For once, I wasn't trying to be.†I say hoping my face is as serious as I feel, which is a hell
of lot more than I usually am. “I think we got married last night.â€
“Wow. I don't even know your name.â€
I smile, at least he isn't freaking out right now, “Duo. Duo Maxwellâ€
He lowers his head and for a second, I almost think that he's gonna faint, but he doesn't. Instead he
simply raises head and gives me a tiny smile. One that looks quite cute on him. “ Raphael Falaehan....
Or is it Maxwell, now?â€
I smile at him and give him a lopsided grin, “Well since Duo Falaehan sounds a little more than
funny , it probably is best that you change&nb sp;yours.â€
An elegant eyebrow rises as golden eyes fill with mirth, “Yeah because Duo Maxwell doesn’t
already make me laugh.†I don’t have time to react as he stands up and I’m looking at his tan little&n bsp;bum.
Golden eyes trace the room before coming back to look at me. “Where are my clothes?â€
“Come on it’s not like I haven’t already seen you before.&aci rc;€ The look he gives me is almost as cold as Heero, and maybe it would have been just as bad if I hadn’t seen the mirth lying in those poppy gold
orbs.
“ I’m pretty sure you were too&nb sp;drunk to even remember.†To that I have nothing to say. Though not
because he is right (even though he is), but because he has once again turned aro und to resume his
search for his clothing. I fall flat on my back and exhale a lengthy breath. Looks like I’ve screwed up
again. Guess I really am good for nothing, huh Hee-chan? That’s all Iâ€&trade ;ll ever be, at least to you. I close
my eyes and try to will away the painful memories. Nothing good can come of them.
“You Okay?†Gold locks with my own Indigo eyes, and realize just how close he is. His aroma is
sweet, not at all like the husky scent of Heero that I’ve become accustomed to. He doesn’t seem to
min d as I let my arms trail along his body. He isnâ&euro ;™t as delicate as I first thought, his body is a bit more&nb sp;
lithe and lightly muscled. His skin is flawless, or a least it appears to be. I can’t feel or see any scars.
“Are you?⠀
I pause in my roaming, but only for a short moment, “I’m&n bsp;fine.†I whisper. I am answered with a
small chuckle, and I look at his face only to find his eyes close. I take it as a chance to touch his face
with my fingertips, and when he doesn’t pull back I begin to fully trace his face with my hands. They
travel over smooth curves as they move along the sides of his face. Bangs are brushed out of the way,
keeping them from hiding his&nb sp;features from view. My hands travel over his eyes, down his cheeks and
meet on the center of his lips. Carefully I let them wander over the rosy petals. I lean in but then force
myself back, abruptly. I must have scared him because his eyes shoot open to look at me, filled with
shock and maybe just a little disappointment.
â€&o elig;I’m sorry. Guess I got carried away.†I watch him shrug and he shifts away to the end of the bed,
bringing his knees to his chest in a very childish manner. I notice that he’s wearing boxers. It’s pair that
I’ve never seen before, so I can only assume they’re his. His chin rest light on his knees and he looks at
me with&n bsp;a critically gaze.
“Iâ€&tra de;m seventeen. I’m pretty sure you were wonder ing. Thought I’d let you know that.†Damn, he’s
young. I suppose it could be worse he could be 15, he looks it. “I should probably go now.â€
“To where?†I can tell he’s nervous about what my reaction to his age. “I’m twenty-one by the way.â€
“I don’t know. Anywhere not here I guess. Don’t want to get you in trouble.†I have to laugh at that.
“Believe me, I’ve been in worse situations,†I smile at the curious gaze he gives me, “I tell you about
it sometime. But you have to stick around.†He tries futilely to&nb sp;hide the surprise in his gaze.
“I can stay?†I nod, and he smiles that shy smile from earlie r. “Thanks. I really didn’t have anywhere
to go if you kicked me out.â€
For some reason, I can believe that. It surely is cliché&nbs p;enough. I stand and search for my own
underwear., finding them a lot quicker than him. Opening a drawer and slipping on a pair of
sweatpants, a throw a shirt at him. He looks at it then back up at me.
“No pants?†I laugh and shake my head.
“I’ve always want ed someone to walk around in only a shirt a owned. Makes me f eel kind of loved
you know?†He eyes the ;shirt for a little while longer and I get the feeling that he isn’t&n bsp;going to put it
on without pants anytime soon Heero sure wouldn’t.
“Can I have a bigger one then?†I know the surprise is showing on my face because that was
definitely not& nbsp;the answer I was expecting. Quickly I search around for a larger t-shirt and as soon as I
toss it too him he slips it on. “I’m guessing you like black?â€
Both he and I are wearing the dark color. I look into my drawer and see, well, black. I guess I could
add a little more color to my wardrobe “It’s&n bsp;one of my favorites.â€
“I can tell.†And with that he gracefully steps of the bed and begins to walk out the door. “Hey
Duo,&a circ;€ he pauses in his strides, but doesn’t turn to at me. “What’s going to happen?â€
“I don’t know†and truthfully it’s the only answer I can give. I’m not sure what to do either. He
doesn’t answer, only continu ing out the door. I sigh and follow slowly after him. “Damn, what are we
going to do?â€