Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Broken Soldier ❯ The mission ( Chapter 1 )

Pairing: 2X1, 3X4, 5XS, 6X1, OCsX1 (Poor Heero, always on the bottom, ouch!)

WARNING: Violence, Lemon, Rape, Angst, Heero torture, romance, cross-dressing, dirty language.

Rating: NC-17

WARNINGS for this chapter: Cross-dressing, dirty language and…a very perverted Duo with his clothing ideas.

Broken Soldier_ Chapter 1

The mission.

Weak streams of light penetrated the thin curtains, casting a golden hue upon the objects and figure occupying the ample room. Groaning lightly, the braided teen drew the silken sheet over his head in a meek attempt to block out the unwelcome illumination. He hated mornings like this; a summer morning with the most humid weather imaginable, so humid that if you were outside for too long your body would be dripping with cold sweat, making your cloth cling to your wet frame like a second skin. With a lazy chuckle, Duo rethought his opinion. It wasn't so bad if your clothes clung to your body… especially if the Perfect Soldier's did.

All of a sudden a loud bang filled the room as the heavy timber door was forcefully pushed open. The braided pilot didn't even flinch though, yap it was a usual happening and he was totally used to it.

"Dou, get up!" No reply…as usual. Once again, Duo was taking it upon himself to annoy his fellow pilot. After an irritated grumble, the 16-year-old teen heard loud footsteps stomp towards his bed, and off went his sheet.

"I said GET UP! We have another mission!" Heero yelled dangerously. Again, it didn't bother the Death Scythe pilot. He merely yawned teasingly before looking up at the agitated boy.

"You should really do something about that temper Hee-chan." The next thing happened in a flash and Duo found himself staring at the barrel of a rifle.

"Don't you DARE call me that!"

"Aww, but it sounds so cute, And besides you wouldn't shoot me, we have a mission remember." Heero hesitantly lowered the weapon, placing it back…wherever he got it out of his tight shorts.

"Get ready, we have to go buy the needed supplies."

"And exactly what would the mission be?"

Heero's face remained impassive though there was an obvious spark of amusement in his eyes. "We have to go to a bar where all the OZ soldiers are, including Zechs. One of us has to disguise as a prostitute to seduce him and get him to tell some information on a new operation OZ will be undergoing, the other is to record all of it on tape. That's why we have to go and buy you the prostitute clothe."

Dou's dark violet orbs dilated to the size of saucers. "ME?!! Why not you?"

"Because you're the one with the long hair."

"Or is it because you're too chicken?"

"No. I just don't act as girly as you."

Duo suddenly smirked. "Oh yeah? Well how about I tell everyone about that shower incident? I'm sure they'd like to know why else they called you the `Perfect Soldier'"

Growling, Heero gave him a heated death glare; another common trade that would never lose its touch. "You wouldn't dare."

"Tell me, are you `perfect' in bed too?"

"Duo…"

"I'll bet you can give a `perfect' blowjob"

"I'm warning you Duo…"

"I wonder what Wufei would say, he always thinks `the bigger the better,' he'll definitely like you."

"Alright!! But if you ever mention that incident again I'll--"

"Don't worry, I'll just keep that image in my dream where it belongs" The braided pilot grinned smugly as he stood up and walked to the chest of drawers sitting between his and Heero's bed. Thanks to Quatre for that. The Arabic blond had figured Duo's feelings for the beautiful cobalt eyed pilot and had kindly decided to help by making them share the room; even though there were at least another 20 rooms free in the Winner's mansion.

Deliberately slow, the braided pilot pulled on a pair of black jeans and a white shirt, tight enough to show his slim but muscular form. He finally turned to where his roommate was standing and to his disappointment saw that Heero was staring intently at the blue rug he was standing on.

"Can I buy the clothes?" Duo suddenly asked, trying to hide the mild disappointment in his voice.

"Whatever, you probably know exactly what a prostitute looks like anyway."

"I'll ignore you said that." Duo grinned at the other boy as he began walking out of the room, followed by Heero.

They walked in silence through the large mansion. Heero never spoke much if at all unless it was really necessary to talk, it made him a mystery that was just begging to be solved, and that's exactly what Duo wanted to do.

They soon reached the kitchen where the other pilots were and took their seats. "Good morning you two!" Quatre called delightfully. He was always like that, kind and sweet, no wonder Trowa was so in love with him. Duo smiled at the blond boy and started eating the plate of food in front of him at an amazing rate. The other pilots watched in astonishment as he also manage to gulp down his whole glass of juice in one breath.

"I heard about the mission you and Heero have, did you decide who's who yet?"

Duo grinned widely, the others looked so sure that he was the going to be the girl; well he had a little surprise for them. "We sure did, I can't wait to see Heero in a skirt!" Gasps ran throughout the dinning room, they all turned and gazed at the brunet as if he were alien. Heero didn't say anything, only glared at them harshly.

"Guys don't you know it's rude to stare? Now come on Heero, shopping time." The braided pilot cut in, knowing exactly what would happen if the glaring continued. Come to think of it, he knew Heero better than any of the others, did that count for something? Hopefully.

***6 hours later (4:00)***

"What's taking him so long?" Wufei huffed impatiently. They had been waiting for Heero for almost an hour to get ready and he still wasn't downstairs yet. Wufei, being the impatient one had been asking the same question every 5-minute, but none of the other pilot bothered to answer… until this time.

"Maybe he's having a little problem putting on the G-string." Duo grinned. The other teens were shocked to say the least. Only Duo new what the stoic pilot would be wearing, heck, he hadn't even let Heero see them because he was definite that he'd make him buy something else. The braided boy was mentally drooling at the images that popped into his mind every time he thought of Heero in the clothes he would be wearing.

The uncomfortable silence was broken by soft footsteps. Every pilot looked towards the living room door in anticipation, knowing it was Heero. Then the anticipation was suddenly turned to utter shock and disbelief for the figure now standing in the doorway. The cobalt eyed boy looked absolutely breathtaking. He was wearing a tight leather skirt; too short to be called a mini skirt, an equally tight leather halter-neck that exposed his slim midriff with what the others guessed were fake breasts, and knee high leather boots. His hair was gelled back, leaving a few strands of longer hair to frame his feminine face down to his cheeks. Blood-red lipstick coated his firm lips with darker outlining to frame them and black eye shadow to highlight his eyes.

"Holly fuck… you ARE Heero, aren't you?" Duo stuttered breathlessly. He knew Heero was beautiful but there was no way in the world he would have expected anything this alluring, It only made him want the stoic pilot even more... if that was at all possible

"If you're done staring, we DO have a mission!!" Heero growled, snapping the boys out of their daze.

"See, I told you you'd make a better prostitute," The braided boy mumbled as he stood and followed Heero outside.

The Wing pilot walked over to his motorbike, cautious not to slip on the high heels. He swung the black purse onto the handlebar before grabbing one of the two helmets and tossing it at Duo, who caught it easily, smirking. "You're driving?"

"Hn."

"Hey I'm not complaining" Duo waved his hand innocently. "So what's in the purse?"

"Gun, and a change of clothes"

"…Even the shoes?" A nod from Heero. "How?"

"I managed."

"You're no fun."

Rolling his eyes, Heero put his leg over the bike, unconsciously making the leather skirt crawl higher up, exposing his smooth tan thigh. The Death Scythe pilot blushed crimson, urgently putting his helmet on to cover it. He gracefully sat behind Heero and tightly wrapped his arms around the slim waist.

"Do you mind? You wont fall if you loosen up a bit more."

"It's better to be safe than sorry Hee-chan."

Growling, Heero twisted the gas handle, speeding fast enough to try to lower his aggravation.

TBC…

Yaoi angel: Like it?

Heero: Where do you get off making me a prostitute?!"

Yaoi Angel: But you look so cute in a G-stri-miniskirt

Heero: …Oh yeah, the G-string. WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!!!!!!!????

Duo: Hey! That was my idea!

Heero: Really? Well in that case…

Yaoi Angel: …^_^;