Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Fetish ❯ Chapter 2
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By: Arigatomina 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.08.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 974 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.08.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 974 | Status: Work In Progress
Category: Yaoi, anime, Gundam Wing, TWT
Warnings: sap, shonen ai
Pairings: 1+2/2+1, assumed 3x4, will be 1x2
Author: Arigatomina
Email: arigatoumina@hotmail.com
Complete Archive: www.geocities.com/arigatomina
Blood Fetish
Part 2
It took a lot of effort to open his eyes and he couldn't remember ever having been so weak. The pain in his back brought the past to him, but the soft pillow beneath him told that he was safe. Sniffing at the air, he forced his eyes open, his vision glazing for a minute before a white wall swam into focus a foot from his face. He was lying on his stomach facing the wall. With a disgruntled sound, he pushed himself up enough to turn his head, eyes closed as he collapsed against the pillow again, now facing the other way. Then he opened his eyes to scan the room he was in, fighting the urge to just go back to sleep. Heero was watching him.
Blinking rapidly for a minute, Duo took in the chair that sat between his and another bed, most likely Heero's. The Japanese pilot was sitting in the chair, arms folded over his chest as he watched Duo. Scrunching up his face, Duo made a sour expression then sighed as he met the boy's intense gaze.
"Hey," he said, surprised at how faint his voice sounded, "Hey, Heero."
Unfolding his arms, Heero leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees as he looked over the boy's face. He was still much too pale, evidence of his blood-loss. "How are you feeling?"
Brows drawing together as he frowned at the concern he thought he heard in the boy's voice, Duo blinked. "Well, I'm pretty weak."
"Hn."
A minute passed as they looked at each other, then Duo's frown increased. "Aren't you going to yell at me?" //Now why did you ask that?// Duo berated himself as he looked at Heero. //Do you really want to listen to him rant at you?//
"No." Eyes narrowing, Heero moved closer, checking the other boy's violet eyes for signs of deliria. Not finding any, he scowled. "Why would I yell at you?"
//See, you should have kept your mouth shut.// Ignoring the voice, Duo licked his lips, wincing at the healing cut on his bottom lip. "For getting caught. I could tell you were furious with me when they brought me in," Duo said, sighing as he realized the voice was right. He really didn't feel up to being yelled at.
"Not with you," Heero said roughly, eyes narrowing in anger before he sat back, expression clearing. "We were caught too. And you were the one with the solo part of the mission. It would have been against the odds for them to have caught all of us and not you."
"Oh." Smiling faintly, Duo looked around the room, spotting Heero's laptop on the desk by the door. "How is everyone? Quatre okay?"
"Fine. Quatre had a slight concussion, but he's fine now. You've been out for three days."
"That long?" Duo asked in surprise, especially since he still felt so weak. It was hard to keep his eyes open. "Hmm," Duo sniffed and closed his heavy eyes. Realizing he was about to doze off, he forced his eyes open, giving Heero an abashed smile when he saw the other boy was still watching him. "Not to be rude or anything," Duo said softly as his eyes tried to drift closed again, "but I'm pretty tired."
"Sleep," Heero said, his voice sounding soft as Duo's eyes fell closed. "It'll be a while before you get your strength back." Seeing Duo's slight nod, he leaned forward, giving in to his urge as he stroked the back of his hand over Duo's cheek. Unfocused violet eyes opened a bit as the boy gave him a sleepy smile, then they closed again as sleep moved over him.
* * *
"What the *hell* do you think you're doing?"
Glancing behind him, Duo flushed guiltily. He'd stayed in bed for days, letting the others take care of him, but as much as he enjoyed the attention, he was dying of boredom. He'd waited for hours for Heero to leave the room, the dark-haired boy being something of a constant fixture since his laptop was there. He could no more than lift his head without Heero coming to his side and demanding to know what he needed. Despite the pleasure of having the normally stoic pilot showing concern for him, he hated not being allowed to do anything for himself. So the moment Heero'd finally left the room, Duo had made his escape.
Leaning against the hallway wall where he'd paused to catch his breath, Duo cursed his body for not recovering faster. Looking at the furious boy standing with his arms folded over his chest and death in his eyes, he wished he'd just spared himself the trouble and stayed in bed. As it was, he let out an aggrieved sigh and slowly turned to face the boy.
"Hi, Heero. I thought you went to town." Acting as if there was no reason for him *not* to be in the hall, Duo smiled at the cobalt-eyed boy, his eyes wide with innocence.
"And leave you here alone?" Heero asked scathingly as he took in the boy's grip on the wall. "Why aren't you in bed?"
"Um...I was hungry. I was just going to get a little snack, really. Then I was going to go back to bed." Smiling at the scowling boy, Duo wondered how much trouble he'd get in if he tried to keep going down the hall.
"You can barely walk," Heero muttered, gesturing to Duo who was still leaning against the wall. "If you were hungry you should have said something before I left."
"There's nothing wrong with my legs," Duo said quickly, pushing away from the wall and standing relatively steady. "I'm really much better now. Besides, it's not good for a person to be in bed all the time, it rots the brain." Seeing Heero's snort, Duo reached out a hand to the wall, belying his recovery. "I'm sick of being stuck in that room. Come on, Heero, I was just going for a snack."
"How were you planning to make it down the stairs?" Heero demanded, glaring as Duo's eyes widened.
"Stairs?" Looking at the Heero, Duo grimaced as he thought about trying to manage stairs. "Well, how was I supposed to know there were stairs? I haven't been out of my *bed* yet, not to mention the room." Shaking his head, he fought the urge to sit down. "I think you're being excessive about this bed-rest thing."
Taking in the boy's pout and the way he was leaning more heavily against the wall, Heero let out a long-suffering sigh. It was too hard to deny such a simple request, especially since he missed seeing Duo's eyes shine when he was happy. "How is your back?"
Wondering if he was making progress, Duo's expression turned hopeful. "It's much better," he said quickly, "I slept on my back earlier."
"If I let you have lunch downstairs do you promise to rest until tomorrow?"
Eyes lighting up, Duo nodded rapidly. "You have my word."
Moving to the boy, Heero bent and picked him up, arm light behind his back as Duo moved his right arm around his neck. Fighting the grin that tried to come to his lips at being held by Heero, Duo looked at him closely. "Sure I'm not too heavy?"
Snorting, Heero carried him down the hall, taking the surprisingly steep steps easily. He was still angry at the thought of Duo trying to get down them on his own, but being having the boy in his arms was consolation. "You aren't heavy," he said shortly, crossing the living room and moving into the kitchen. Pulling back a chair, he found himself wishing it was a longer walk as he set the long-haired pilot down. "What do you want to eat?"
Smiling as he leaned his elbows on the table, Duo pondered the question before shrugging his shoulders. "Are the others coming back? We could wait for them..."
Heero's eyes narrowed abruptly. "You're just trying to stay up longer. But I guess it's alright. They should be back soon."
"Until then," Duo said happily as he smiled up at Heero, "got any coffee? I really miss caffeine."
"You needed liquids. You still do." Frowning at Duo's downcast expression, Heero wondered if he'd ever be able to return to his previous way of handling the boy. It was nearly impossible for him to say no, and that was driving him crazy. He wasn't used to anyone, even Duo, having such control over him, but he couldn't help it. He didn't like to make him unhappy. "I guess a cup won't hurt, but you have to drink juice with lunch."
"I hate juice," Duo muttered, then he grinned as Heero's eyes narrowed. "But a compromise is a compromise," he said quickly. "It's a deal."
* * *
TBC
Warnings: sap, shonen ai
Pairings: 1+2/2+1, assumed 3x4, will be 1x2
Author: Arigatomina
Email: arigatoumina@hotmail.com
Complete Archive: www.geocities.com/arigatomina
Blood Fetish
Part 2
It took a lot of effort to open his eyes and he couldn't remember ever having been so weak. The pain in his back brought the past to him, but the soft pillow beneath him told that he was safe. Sniffing at the air, he forced his eyes open, his vision glazing for a minute before a white wall swam into focus a foot from his face. He was lying on his stomach facing the wall. With a disgruntled sound, he pushed himself up enough to turn his head, eyes closed as he collapsed against the pillow again, now facing the other way. Then he opened his eyes to scan the room he was in, fighting the urge to just go back to sleep. Heero was watching him.
Blinking rapidly for a minute, Duo took in the chair that sat between his and another bed, most likely Heero's. The Japanese pilot was sitting in the chair, arms folded over his chest as he watched Duo. Scrunching up his face, Duo made a sour expression then sighed as he met the boy's intense gaze.
"Hey," he said, surprised at how faint his voice sounded, "Hey, Heero."
Unfolding his arms, Heero leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees as he looked over the boy's face. He was still much too pale, evidence of his blood-loss. "How are you feeling?"
Brows drawing together as he frowned at the concern he thought he heard in the boy's voice, Duo blinked. "Well, I'm pretty weak."
"Hn."
A minute passed as they looked at each other, then Duo's frown increased. "Aren't you going to yell at me?" //Now why did you ask that?// Duo berated himself as he looked at Heero. //Do you really want to listen to him rant at you?//
"No." Eyes narrowing, Heero moved closer, checking the other boy's violet eyes for signs of deliria. Not finding any, he scowled. "Why would I yell at you?"
//See, you should have kept your mouth shut.// Ignoring the voice, Duo licked his lips, wincing at the healing cut on his bottom lip. "For getting caught. I could tell you were furious with me when they brought me in," Duo said, sighing as he realized the voice was right. He really didn't feel up to being yelled at.
"Not with you," Heero said roughly, eyes narrowing in anger before he sat back, expression clearing. "We were caught too. And you were the one with the solo part of the mission. It would have been against the odds for them to have caught all of us and not you."
"Oh." Smiling faintly, Duo looked around the room, spotting Heero's laptop on the desk by the door. "How is everyone? Quatre okay?"
"Fine. Quatre had a slight concussion, but he's fine now. You've been out for three days."
"That long?" Duo asked in surprise, especially since he still felt so weak. It was hard to keep his eyes open. "Hmm," Duo sniffed and closed his heavy eyes. Realizing he was about to doze off, he forced his eyes open, giving Heero an abashed smile when he saw the other boy was still watching him. "Not to be rude or anything," Duo said softly as his eyes tried to drift closed again, "but I'm pretty tired."
"Sleep," Heero said, his voice sounding soft as Duo's eyes fell closed. "It'll be a while before you get your strength back." Seeing Duo's slight nod, he leaned forward, giving in to his urge as he stroked the back of his hand over Duo's cheek. Unfocused violet eyes opened a bit as the boy gave him a sleepy smile, then they closed again as sleep moved over him.
* * *
"What the *hell* do you think you're doing?"
Glancing behind him, Duo flushed guiltily. He'd stayed in bed for days, letting the others take care of him, but as much as he enjoyed the attention, he was dying of boredom. He'd waited for hours for Heero to leave the room, the dark-haired boy being something of a constant fixture since his laptop was there. He could no more than lift his head without Heero coming to his side and demanding to know what he needed. Despite the pleasure of having the normally stoic pilot showing concern for him, he hated not being allowed to do anything for himself. So the moment Heero'd finally left the room, Duo had made his escape.
Leaning against the hallway wall where he'd paused to catch his breath, Duo cursed his body for not recovering faster. Looking at the furious boy standing with his arms folded over his chest and death in his eyes, he wished he'd just spared himself the trouble and stayed in bed. As it was, he let out an aggrieved sigh and slowly turned to face the boy.
"Hi, Heero. I thought you went to town." Acting as if there was no reason for him *not* to be in the hall, Duo smiled at the cobalt-eyed boy, his eyes wide with innocence.
"And leave you here alone?" Heero asked scathingly as he took in the boy's grip on the wall. "Why aren't you in bed?"
"Um...I was hungry. I was just going to get a little snack, really. Then I was going to go back to bed." Smiling at the scowling boy, Duo wondered how much trouble he'd get in if he tried to keep going down the hall.
"You can barely walk," Heero muttered, gesturing to Duo who was still leaning against the wall. "If you were hungry you should have said something before I left."
"There's nothing wrong with my legs," Duo said quickly, pushing away from the wall and standing relatively steady. "I'm really much better now. Besides, it's not good for a person to be in bed all the time, it rots the brain." Seeing Heero's snort, Duo reached out a hand to the wall, belying his recovery. "I'm sick of being stuck in that room. Come on, Heero, I was just going for a snack."
"How were you planning to make it down the stairs?" Heero demanded, glaring as Duo's eyes widened.
"Stairs?" Looking at the Heero, Duo grimaced as he thought about trying to manage stairs. "Well, how was I supposed to know there were stairs? I haven't been out of my *bed* yet, not to mention the room." Shaking his head, he fought the urge to sit down. "I think you're being excessive about this bed-rest thing."
Taking in the boy's pout and the way he was leaning more heavily against the wall, Heero let out a long-suffering sigh. It was too hard to deny such a simple request, especially since he missed seeing Duo's eyes shine when he was happy. "How is your back?"
Wondering if he was making progress, Duo's expression turned hopeful. "It's much better," he said quickly, "I slept on my back earlier."
"If I let you have lunch downstairs do you promise to rest until tomorrow?"
Eyes lighting up, Duo nodded rapidly. "You have my word."
Moving to the boy, Heero bent and picked him up, arm light behind his back as Duo moved his right arm around his neck. Fighting the grin that tried to come to his lips at being held by Heero, Duo looked at him closely. "Sure I'm not too heavy?"
Snorting, Heero carried him down the hall, taking the surprisingly steep steps easily. He was still angry at the thought of Duo trying to get down them on his own, but being having the boy in his arms was consolation. "You aren't heavy," he said shortly, crossing the living room and moving into the kitchen. Pulling back a chair, he found himself wishing it was a longer walk as he set the long-haired pilot down. "What do you want to eat?"
Smiling as he leaned his elbows on the table, Duo pondered the question before shrugging his shoulders. "Are the others coming back? We could wait for them..."
Heero's eyes narrowed abruptly. "You're just trying to stay up longer. But I guess it's alright. They should be back soon."
"Until then," Duo said happily as he smiled up at Heero, "got any coffee? I really miss caffeine."
"You needed liquids. You still do." Frowning at Duo's downcast expression, Heero wondered if he'd ever be able to return to his previous way of handling the boy. It was nearly impossible for him to say no, and that was driving him crazy. He wasn't used to anyone, even Duo, having such control over him, but he couldn't help it. He didn't like to make him unhappy. "I guess a cup won't hurt, but you have to drink juice with lunch."
"I hate juice," Duo muttered, then he grinned as Heero's eyes narrowed. "But a compromise is a compromise," he said quickly. "It's a deal."
* * *
TBC