Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Broken Promises ❯ Broken Promises ( One-Shot )

Title: Broken Promises

Author: The Psycho Ferret

Pairings: 1x2

Rating: NC-17

Warning: Yaoi, and Lemon. Once again I am writing about bars and stuff. WEIRD ME!!

Disclaimers: *sigh* Once again, I do not own GW or any of the characters within. Unfortunately. I really wish I did. So, don't bother suing me or flaming me or anything. I'm poor and have no life, and I have an addiction. A Yaoi addiction. I like writing and reading about two bishounen getting it on. Oi.

Author's notes: Okay. This is not my favorite yaoi pairing with Duo… not even one of my favorites. But I couldn't help it. I had to write it. Heh. So here's my probably only 1x2 story ever. Oh yeah, btw, for those of you that don't know the numbers. 1-Heero, and 2-Duo. This is after the war, btw… both, I think. Endless Waltz was 1 year after the series, right? Oh, I dunno, if it's not, then this is AU.

/…/ denotes stressing a word, i.e. italicizing it.

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I'm alone, sitting at a musty, rickety table in a broken down bar on L-2. The war is over now, and all the heroes have been remembered. Except me. I've stayed out of the limelight… intentionally. Heero and Wu Fei are married. I declined the invitation. Quatre and Trowa are part of the committee working towards gaining back most of what's been lost during the war.

If only they knew it'd never be the same.

They're married too. God knew it would happen someday. And I declined their invitation too.

It's not that I don't want to see the guys, or that I don't care about them. Hell, for the past three years, I've written them letters and sent them cards and stuff. I just can't stand to see the love I lost.

Heero. I miss him so much. That's why I'm here, drowning my sorrows in illegally purchased alcohol. The barmaid walks by and gives me a sad look before handing another mug over.

I'm pathetic. I've always been pathetic. During the war, I was only the fifth wheel. Dr. G's lucky catch.

The soft chime of the bell on the door is the last clear sound I hear. My vision's blurring, and my mind is fogging. I'm sinking into my usual drunken state. It's wonderful, being a drunken idiot.

My parched throat whines for more of the amber nectar. A shaky hand reaches for it. A wave of dizziness passes over me. I shut my eyes shortly, feeling the contents of my stomach shift to move back up my throat.

Heh. I've never been able to hold my liquor too well.

When the nauseousness passes, I open my eyes again. The mug's gone.

I sigh. Charlie, the barmaid, she's done this to me before. She doesn't really approve of me drinking like this. She doesn't think heroes should become drunkards.

She doesn't have the nightmares like I do.

I glance around shortly, looking for her.

Little do I know, but a different predator lurks nearby.

In the darkness of the bar, paired with my alcohol induced stupor, I can't see.

A hand grabs my own. I start, the sudden surprise dragging me from my unawareness. I feel the bile rise in my throat. I'm nauseous again. A bucket's there. Charlie always remembers the bucket for me.

I vomit. I honestly never knew I'd drank as much as I had. But the nauseousness passes when my grumbling bowels are emptied. Numbly, I wipe at my mouth.

I feel a hand rubbing at my back. A man's hand.

Long, thin digits callused from years of some sort of labor. The touches are gentle and caring. I wonder idly who it is.

I close my eyes, not allowing the dizziness to return.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." That voice. It's deep and strong, but soft. All syllables are spoken in the same tone, with a slight Japanese accent clipping the words a little short. My eyes open wide now. I think I know who it is.

"H-heero?" It's not above a whisper, and to my ears it sounds pathetic and lost.

For a few moments, all I can hear is the murmur of the patrons. If it weren't for the hand on my back, I'd have thought I'd imagined this whole scene.

"Hn." Yeah. It was Heero.

He grips my shoulders gently and pulls me up to a sitting position. My vision is clear now. I can see him. He looks exactly like he did before other than the fact that he got rid of the spandex shorts, tank top, and those damned mustard-yellow sneakers.

"Heh. At least you cast off the nasty shoes." Lame. I've lost that quick wit I used to have.

He knows I'm trying, though. There's a slight smile in his eyes.

He looks good. A white, chest hugging T-shirt donned under a grayish blazer with a pair of slacks the same color and black dress shoes are what he wears now. Inside, I smile. He's so beautiful.

How can Heero be here? I have left no return address on anything I've sent, I haven't contacted anyone by vidphone.

"But how…" my mind is racing. Heero's here. He's smiling at me.

"I… I have to be delusional. You can't be here. Why are you here? Christ."

"Duo, I'm here. Calm down. Why haven't you visited us?"

"Um… I didn't get the invitations?" I've lied. It's the first time. Ever. I did get all the invitations and letters. I have them locked away in a safe little drawer in my apartment.

"Duo, don't lie."

"…" I can't tell him I love him. Not since he's married. Happily too. I bow my head. I can't look at him without crying. My heart aches just to think of him being married. I haven't ever cried of anyone before.

I'm biting down hard on my bottom lip. He's not touching me anymore.

"Duo?" For the first time in my life, I hear Heero's voice filled with some emotion. Worry.

I can't take it. Regretfully, I choke on a sob. My throat constricts with oncoming tears. Through my thick bangs I see his startled face. He didn't expect me to cry.

Tonight I've broken two vows. I've lied, and now I'm crying.

God, I'm pathetic.

The initial shock is wearing off, but it's obvious he has no idea what to do.

I can't believe I'm doing it myself.

Oh well. Father Maxwell always said the heart ruled the mind.

"H-heero," I don't even use his nickname anymore, "Why…are you here?" It's choked out in a cracked sentence, each word mingling with unwanted tears. I wrap my arms about myself, just wanting to disappear. You know how that is.

"To visit you. I came here to see you, Duo-chan."

Chan? When did he start that up?

I look up at him sharply, tears running down my cheeks. Again, that smile.

I must be dreaming. No way is Heero here and no way is he smiling at me.

And then, he's kissing me. Gently pressing his lips to mine. [1]

For a moment, I'm in shock. Another moment…

There we go! I start, forcing myself to pull away. An emptiness greets me, my lips numb. I'm looking at him, startled.

The tears are drying.

"Heero!?"

"Duo-chan… I… I love you."

Music to my ears, and yet, I won't let my heart believe it.

I laugh. A pathetic attempt, sharp and unnatural. It hurts.

"Okay Hee-chan. Joke's over. Where's Wu Fei?"

He chuckles. Omigod, I'm blessed.

"Back on Earth." Okay, so he's just sitting at home waiting for Heero to return. I snicker despite myself, clapping a hand over my mouth.

He looks at me questioningly, one chocolate hued eyebrow raising like the curve of a question mark.

"So Wufie's sitting at home in a rocking chair, knitting socks and waiting for your return, eh? What a wonderful wife, he makes."

It seems I've already forgotten those three words… "I love you."

A slight smirk plays on his lips. I think he got the same mental picture I did.

With that smirk, I'm warmed.

No, I haven't forgotten. I've just momentarily ignored them.

He's troubled though. It's not easy to tell with Heero. He still hasn't allowed himself to become totally Human.

Like /I/ have any room to talk.

So suddenly I'm repulling on the masks I wore during the war.

"So what's up, Hee-chan? Wu-Man trouble?" [2] I grin at him. "Need some aid, counseling, anything? You need some heavy artillery?" Ah, there. Falling into the old pattern.

"Duo, don't hide."

Damn, he caught me.

We're both sitting on the same bench, facing each other. I can hear him breathing, and my own beating heart is pumping so hard I'm sure the whole universe has heard it by now.

"Heh. Hiding?" So I'll play it innocent. Innocence always gets the best hits. [3]

"Hai. Now stop it. For once, show me the real Duo. Dozo?" [4]

Wow. I'm making Heero beg.

This could be /so/ wrong if taken out of context.

"Neh, I don't know what you're talking about, Hee-chan."

If I showed him the real me, he'd be disgusted. I don't want to be rejected. Especially not by him.

"You're doing it again. Like during the war."

"Doing what, Hee-chan?"

"Please, Duo. I'm asking of you one thing. Don't hide behind your masks." His voice lowers, and when he speaks, his voice is full of sadness. "You don't have to anymore. I have to tell you something, and I can't say it to a plastic face."

He hit the spot. The plastic people. The people I can't stand.

The sound of breaking clay resounds in my ears. My masks are shattering.

My face smoothes over. I'm serious now. The joker is dead. And I'm the wildcard.

God /damn/, I'm brilliant.

"Let's walk. The appeal of sake` is increasing."

Heero? An alcoholic? No way.

"Alright."

He helps me stand, being that I'm still a little wobbly on my feet.

"There's not much scenery. This place is the dump of Humanity." Which is why I'm here.

I'm not going to say that. Like /hell/ I'm going to say that.

He gently pushes the door open and aids me in my walking. I don't much mind the arms assisting me, but I'm forced to constantly remind myself that he's married. I want to jump his bones. I want to drink. To drown in this closeness. I can feel his warm body beside me, the thick muscles beneath.

It seems as though he's leading me. He knows where he's going. Finally, it occurs to me. He'd had this whole thing planned out from the beginning.

We're walking on actual populated streets, now. A few beggars are seated there, some pathetically drunk, others asleep, and the last doing what they do best. Begging.

I belong there. I'm a murderer. The war, it had no purpose. None except to "weed out" those people who threatened any sort of higher force. And it cost them so many lives.

Not that they care or anything. I mean, hell. Death is commonplace here. It's no big deal.

He's leading me to the park here. [5] I never knew Heero liked parks.

We're there now. He helps me to a seat on a bench where he quickly follows.

"So, Hee-chan…" I'm nervous, I can feel my hands shaking. "Whasuuuup!?"

God /damn/ I'm lame.

He smiles. It's a sad smile that makes my body go cold. Something's not right. I frown slighly.

"What's wrong, Heero?" I'm worried. What if he's hurt? What if he's contracted some fatal disease and is going to die from it in a month? Is he going on death row for some crime?"

Heh. I forgot to tell you I have an overactive imagination. [6]

What I really don't expect is what really is wrong.

"Wu Fei and I…" he pauses. Heero's never been the most eloquent person. He's stuck, the poor guy. He's not going on. Heero also didn't have an easy time admitting mistakes, either.

"Is it over?" I can't stand the silence anymore.

He nods slightly and again a sort of coldness overcomes me. A freezing touch of fear. It takes a little for me to absorb this information.

"Whoa."

Great. My crush just divorced his husband, and all I can say is "Whoa." Real smart.

It's just too weird. Heero appears out of nowhere, tells me it's over between him and Wu Fei, and says he loves me.

Okay, so becoming a drunk /wasn't/ one of my best ideas yet. Now I'm imagining things.

No, wait. I'm not imagining this.

Him kissing me, I mean.

He's doing it again.

Aw hell, what's the use of resisting? I kiss back, working my mouth against his. His hand's on my cheek, thumb stroking the flesh gently. Mmm… this is /so/ good.

Okay, so this is what I've come up with. Either this is real… or this is a really wet dream. Either way I'm satisfied with it.

Or maybe it's the alcohol. Oh well, no since stopping now.

Wow. I'm kissing a guy in the middle of a slightly populated park. Am I /blatant/ about my sexual preferences? Naw.

And by the way. Heero's a good kisser. Heh. Just had to add that. It's official. Duo-chan must… ah… boost Heero's… ah… ego. Eh heh. [7]

/Damn/ good kisser, by the way.

My lips part for his questing tongue. By now, my eyes have fluttered closed. I can feel my whole body burning, the flesh he's touching goes numb.

Okay so it's not a dream, and it's not that alcohol… totally, anyway.

He pulls back, leaving me breathless. I can't bite back a whisper-soft whimper. His hand's still on my cheek. I open my eyes.

He's looking at me, smiling slightly.

"How are you so damn calm!?" I feel like I'm gonna go wild animal on his ass, and he stays so god damned calm! It's unfair… although he /is/ the Perfect Soldier.

He chuckles, and in a swift movement, picks me up. I eep softly. Like I expected him to do /that./

Another beautiful smile sent my way. And now I'm being carried somewhere. I don't know where, I'm not paying attention, really. I rest my head against his shoulder, trusting him.

I mean /hell,/ how could you not? When you're not Relena or OZ, I mean.

My eyes are closed. I feel like I'm about to fall asleep to the slight bump as he walks. I hear a door open. Footsteps on soft carpet. I can't will myself to open my eyes.

Heh. Not only is Heero a good kisser, he's comfortable too.

Not to mention hot, delicious, steamy, intelligent, perfect, heroic, sexy, talented, indestructible, and yummy. Oh yes, I could eat him with a spoon… or without the use of silverware. [8]

So what if I'm a little hentai! It's fun!

I'm being set on my feet. Oh, I guess I should open my eyes now.

No, nevermind. I groan as he starts kissing my neck. I lean back against the wall, silently thanking it for it's presence there, for surely if it weren't I'd have collapsed. I feel him smile against my neck. He starts swirling circles in the side of my neck, drawing yet another moan from me.

He bites the cleft of my shoulder as fumbling fingers pull the cloth of my shirt back. He quickly unbuttons the piece of clothing and slips it off my shoulders.

He runs his fingers down my chest, pinching my nipples. I'd groan, but he's kissing me again.

Now his hands are moving up my chest, over my shoulders… oh… he's cupping my ass.

We both groan as he grinds our hips together.

/That/ is /not/ helping my erection.

He unbuttons my jeans and wrestles them over my hips, only for my pants and boxers to pool around my feet. He stops touching me long enough for him to slip out of his own confining clothing. I open my eyes to see the glisten of seat on his tanned skin. I can feel it starting to pour down my own body.

He kneels down before me, hands resting on my hips. Apparently he thinks I'm hard enough, `cause he just licked my cock.

Yes, lots of groaning involved.

He engulfs me, lips wrapping around my member gently as he slowly inches further.

Omigod… Heero's giving me head.

He sucks a little harder, drawing yet another series of pleasured noises from me. Heero gently presses two fingers into my mouth, and instinctively I start sucking on them.

He's slightly rubbing my midriff.

Oh god, this is /so/ good.

And damn, this would make a good porn. Too bad I don't own a camcorder.

He pulls his fingers out of my mouth, giving me a chance to whisper his name. However, he quickly puts them somewhere else.

I squeeze my eyes shut as he pushes past the first few rings of muscle in my entrance. I gasp, bucking my hips forward, away from the intrusion. It's been so long since I've had any sort of gentle sex. I feel like a virgin.

I get used to the fingers, though, but that's because I'm about to come.

I guess he knows, because he pulls his mouth away. I feel sort of empty.

He stands, removing his fingers gently. Once more, he kisses me, momentarily resting his head against my shoulder.

Whoa. Somewhere between all this, he removed my footwear and tossed all of my clothing off to the side.

Didn't I /tell/ you he was good?

While bracing my back against the wall, he lifts my legs, positioning himself at my opening.

I put my hands on his shoulders, throwing my head back as he pushes himself in. I can't help but let out something akin to a scream.

At first, it hurts a little… I guess I wasn't as ready as I thought I was. The pain wears away though, replaced by unbelievable pleasure.

He lets me adjust before moving. He starts off slow, almost unbearably so, but when I wrap my legs around his waist and push him farther in, the pace increases.

I'm groaning and grunting again.

Both of us are breathing harder. Especially me as he finds my prostate and starts to continuously hit that spot.

One of his hands moves from its position on my waist to pumping my cock.

In a blinding white flash, I release, coating both of us in my seed. I scream his name.

Not long after me, I feel him shudder and explode inside me. Quietly, he breathes my name in a whisper. For a few agonizing moments, he still holds me up, and then he sets me on my feet, pulling out of me.

My head rests against the wall, arms hanging limply at my sides.

My body feels like dead weight, but my senses are doing overtime.

His arms are still around me. He helps me to a seat on the carpeted floor, but he wanders off. I'm almost asleep when he comes back, which is about five minutes later. He sits down beside me, pulling me to his chest. I snuggle up to him, mumbling something I can't comprehend.

"I love you too, Duo…"

It'll take me `till the next morning to figure /that/ one out. He pulls a blanket around us, keeping his arms around me. Tiredly, I notice he rests his head on mine, and then I fall asleep.

And that's how the hotel maid finds us in the morning.

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I guess I have this thing with bishounen and bars, eh?

Sorry… couldn't help that! Get it? Wu-man? Woman? Lol. Wu-man trouble. Heh, I know I'm lame.

Dozo- please

O.o` Geez. And I have a thing with male prostitution too!

Mmm… grass… soft, cushy… good for… erhm… nevermind.

Like someone else *grin*

Gee. Duo's a little hentai? Naw.

Okay… so it's 2:00 a.m. and my mind is in the gutter. Gomen. I'm making Duo a sex-crazed maniac.