Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Chocolate Kisses ❯ Second Chances ( Chapter 6 )

Author: Hiriyou

Disclaimer: I don't own these boys... *cheering heard* SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I CASTRATE YOU ALL! ::silence::

Warnings: AU, lemon, sap, language, OOC, relena-bashing, hilde-bashing, OC, angst, that's all for now! ^_^

Pairings: 3x4x3, 1+2+1, 13X1, 13X6, RX?? o.O ?

*Everyone stares at Heero pulling Duo into death grip*

Heero: *glares at Wufei*

Duo: He's still not over that whole "Kill the Anger" story and, you can understand.

*Trowa, Quatre and Hiriyou all nod solemnly*

Wufei: NANI?! Heero no baka! That wasn't my fault! That was all Hiriyou's doing!!

Heero: *still glaring death at Wufei* Hn.

*Duo and Hiriyou snicker*

Wufei: I can't believe you Yuy! I wouldn't touch Maxwell with a ten-foot pole!

Heero: Hn. *pulls Duo tighter*

Wufei: GRRRR!! I'm not even gay!

Hiriyou: *smiling* not in this story you're not....

Wufei: And just what is *that* supposed to mean onna??

*Everyone's eyes grow very large and look back at Hiriyou, who has now crushed the pink teacup and the huge vein has returned*

Hiriyou: Wufei....

Wufei: *scared shitless* Hai?

Hiriyou: run.

~~ scene change ~~

*** POV change ***

~*~* flashback *~*~

//thoughts//

*emphasis/actions*

Second Chances

Duo was fully recovered from the "Rapid Hilde Attack," as they had dubbed it, and his energy had returned with a vengeance from lack of use. Unfortunately, something else was back with a vengeance as well. Or, should it be, someone?

"Heeeeeeeeeroooooo!" wailed the flouncing pink powder puff.

All persons in the vicinity of about a mile quailed as their ears threatened to bleed. One Japanese man in particular did his best to mold himself and become part of the fence he was walking beside, failing miserably. The contemptible woman sidled up to *her* Heero and batted her eyelashes playfully at him.

"Soooo... Heero, where were you all weekend? I was searching everywhere for you!" her smile made him want to retch.

"I was busy," he responded icily.

The blonde difficulty latched onto the man's arm like a leech and refused to be pried loose. She just batted her over-mascara-ed eyelashes again and cooed gently. It sounded like a lawnmower chewing and grating a very ugly, floral printed plastic patio set from the 50's.

"*Please* get off my arm," he managed to grind out, damn this bitch was persistent!

She giggled incessantly, Heero *hated* it when girls giggled!

"Alright then Heero!" she twittered again, oblivious to the death stare the other was sending her way, and moved to glomp his mid-section. Heero just stood there, shell-shocked, but not for long.

"RELENA! GET OFF OF ME!"

The girl's lower lip protruded obscenely, and she reluctantly loosened her arms from around his middle. His reaction was immediate, pulling out of her grasp and glaring at her.

"But Heero! I've missed you so much! Come on! Just one little `hello' kiss! Please?" she reached for him again and he astutely moved out of her harpy claws' range.

"NO! Relena, get away from me! And never come back! I thought I warned you before that if you came near me I would take matters into my own hands! Now, leave me alone or I will be forced to relieve myself of you, physically," the Japanese man began stomping down the sidewalk, the other pedestrians allowing a path through as he glared at them.

Heero was too far off by that time to hear the soft words Relena muttered, her tone sent shivers through everyone within hearing range. "Heero Yuy, you *will* regret that."

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In a park about a mile from the contentious meeting, Relena Dorlian stood near a grove of trees, waiting impatiently for a very special "friend" to arrive. Spotting the "special friend" Relena proceeded to the other and embraced them in a affectionate gesture.

"Hello Relena," came the voice, huskier than it should have been, had this been a normal friend-to-friend meeting.

"So nice to see you again Hilde," she replied, nuzzling the other woman's neck and nibbling slightly on her earlobe.

"I'm sure."

"So, how's Duo doing?" the blonde had now moved onto her collarbone.

"Ugh! Relena! People are going to see us!" though Hilde didn't seem too keen on stopping her ministrations.

Smiling around her mouthful of creamy skin, "And when have you ever cared about people seeing? You and I both know you're just a little exhibitionist," she retorted smugly.

"As that may be," oh gods, was Relena really slipping her hand up her blouse? "I don't want to be arrested for indecent exposure!"

Reluctantly slipping her nimble fingers away from the perky breasts she had been toying with, "*Sigh* You're right," she grinned again and breathed into Hilde's ear, "So why don't we just go over to my apartment already, then?"

Her response came in the form of a tortured groan, and the other woman clinging desperately to her forearms.

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Another moan forced its way from the strained as the person currently occupied carried on with their sordid workings.

"I think... oooohhhhh... that I know of a way... gaaahhhh... for us to get back at them.. AHHHHHH!!!!"

Unperturbed, Hilde lapped up Relena's dripping fluids, continuously flicking her tongue over the other's abused clit.

After deeming her work finished, she pulled her fingers out, licking them clean, and gazing down lustfully at the sweating and panting woman laying limp on the bed, "Okay, so what's the plan?"

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On the opposite side of town, two men stood, both nervous, both fidgeting, both totally ready to either run like a bat out of hell or ravish the other. Both unsure of which one they should do.

A compromise was reached on both sides, unknowingly... "So, Duo, do you want to give it another try? I mean, I know our first date didn't go the best of ways, but I would like it if we could go out again. Please?"

Heero's little speech sounded so formal, so polite, it made Duo smirk broadly, "Sure Heero, just one condition."

"Ok fine, what is it," Heero was trying to keep the enthusiasm out of his voice, it wouldn't do to sound some lecherous pervert ready to get the beautiful boy into bed as quickly as possible.

Duo's smirk became even wider, "I pick out the place!"

//Uh oh...// rang throughout the older man's head, somehow, he didn't have a very good feeling about this...

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The cobalt-eyed man was forced to smile at where the braided energy ball had coerced him into going to. He had been hoping that it wouldn't be another seedy bar or worse, //But no, I was wrong// he mused wryly, looking up at the sign above him.

"Wild Waves and Enchanted Village Theme Park"

Heero had a seriously bad feeling about this...

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The wind assaulted my face, my mouth was open in a scream that had been stolen away before it had started. I was grasping the plastic cushions with all my strength, clinging for dear life while inexorably wishing it would never end. The whipping thrill of my eyes stinging, my heart beating faster than I could ever remember it doing in a long time, and the beautiful man beside him was raising his excitement all the more higher.

//He looks like a Greek statue there, pure rapture... I would give anything to see him look at me with that expression.//

Contrary to their sign, Wild Waves held many non-water rides, one such ride was what our couple had decided to go on. It was called "The Samurai." [1]

At first Heero refused to go near the ride, stating that it offended his Japanese heritage, in truth though, he didn't know if he could handle it after the lunch Duo and him had packed away.

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The cobalt-eyed man stared in utter amazement as his date munched his way through half a pack of hot dogs, two giant sodas, a triple-cheeseburger, and two-thirds of a supreme pizza (without the mushrooms).

Duo's black-hole gut didn't seem to notice the odd stares he was getting from the other park patrons. It wasn't as if he was messy and rude while eating, quite the opposite in fact, he wiped his face with a napkin every now and then, swept all crumbles onto the ground for pigeons, and packed away the rest of his food that Heero didn't have for his lunch.

Heero's lunch consisted of a cheeseburger, two slices of pizza, and one medium soda. And yet Duo had shoveled away his food within the same amount of time as the Japanese.

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But here he was, Heero Yuy, on a ride that was threatening to dislodge his stomach, intestines, liver, and everything else inside of him, and he was loving every minute of it!

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Gods he was beautiful. Stunning worked too, but it couldn't fit the picture more perfectly than beautiful.

At first he'd been a trifle reluctant, it took a few rubs against him, a little breathing on his ear and neck, and to put on my best puppy dog eyes to get him to agree. But it was all worth it, just to see him like this; Carefree, happy, genuinely having a great time. And I remember him saying so, too. Telling me that it was the best time he'd ever had. But that made me sad, why should this be the best time he's ever had? I hoped he'd just been saying that.

"C'mon Heero! This can't be the *best* time you've ever had!" I was just joking.

"It is," his voice was solemn and his eyes were serious, I couldn't believe it, he wasn't joking!

"How can that be?" my eyes got bigger and I snapped my mouth shut, curse upon me for this damnable orifice! I could see the look in his eyes, the darkening, I knew that if he gave an answer to my question, it wasn't going to be good.

"My parents were strict, and when they died, well... Treize was never one to go and just have fun like this," his eyes were distant, I don't know if he really even knew that it was me he was exposing these clearly painful memories to.

Suddenly he snapped back to reality and looked at me like I'd sprouted another set of arms. I smiled a relaxed smile, denying the inner turmoil my mind was reeling with.

//Treize? Who was he? Obviously a past lover, but not a very caring one by the way he said that thing about him never having fun. Did Treize beat him?// Duo's blood began to boil, feeling like it might just burn away his veins with the heat of anger and rage, fueled by thoughts that anyone could lay a finger of harm on the divine creature before him.

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Duo's magnificent blue-violet eyes were unseeing, he was undeniably lost in thought like I was but a moment ago. I decided to wave a hand in front of his eyes to see if I could get him back to his sense.

"Huh?!" he snapped his head around a few times, "What'd you do that for?" He attempted to glare at me, okay, maybe he didn't like being brought out of his thoughts, but I think we should've left by now!

"Duo," I spoke calmly, I couldn't disrupt his rough landing back into consciousness anymore than it was, "I think it's time to leave, it's almost nine and they're getting ready to close the park."

That seemed to have the desired effect on the boy and he immediately acted as if his thoughts had never been. "Let's go!"

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Driving along in my car was strenuous at best. With the siren of a man fidgeting around in his seat with me gripping the steering wheel, my knuckles were bone white. Every time I looked at him I envisioned something that caused me to blush and avert my sight. How could I think such thoughts? He obviously wasn't ready to take that next step!

//Bad Heero! Bad!// I really just wanted to bang my head repeated against the hard steering wheel without looking like a complete fool in front of Duo.

His fidgeting had died down a little but it was forced calm, you could see it in his eyes, then he tried to stir up conversation, "Today was great Heero, thanks."

//Right up until the end of it.// I considered just ignoring him but threw it out almost immediately, I *wanted* to communicate with him, I just wasn't quite sure of how to go about doing it.

"Yeah Duo... listen, I'm sorry that I made you feel bad though. You shouldn't have to worry about my shit. Okay?" I gave him a small smile, hey! I wasn't used to expressing my emotions facial wise, ok?

He suddenly became very quiesce and somber, "Did he beat you?" it was spoken without room for lies. But I couldn't tell him the truth.

I knew exactly who he was talking about, but without consent my voice came of its own accord, "Who?" I glanced at him nervously.

"Treize," that name, that name was my downfall, I stopped the car. We had been driving down a residential street on the way towards his house so there was no true traffic to worry about.

I bowed my head, I couldn't tell him, could I? But he wouldn't, *couldn't*, forgive me if I lied to him, "Yes," it was so soft, not even above a whisper.

Duo's eyes began to blaze, I wondered why. Shouldn't he be disgusted that I was so weak? That I didn't even lift a finger to stop that bastard while he rained fists and feet down on me? Of all the lying I did to the nurses and doctors at the hospital, even with all the times I was there they never bothered to delve into the truth, but he did, he was demanding it. I couldn't help it, a tear slid down my cheek.

A soft, tentative hand came up and brush the crystalline droplet away from my shining eye. It was so careful, the touch, the look on his face, all of it, then he spoke to me again, "Heero, look at me."

Again, this brooked no room for an argument so I raised my eyes to meet his amethyst gems of optics. //So beautiful, so warm, so... loving?// could I afford to believe that what I thought I saw in his eyes was real? That he would be there for me? My mind started shutting down as I finally noticed the gradual closing in of his own face, my eyelids became heavy, weights making my vision go dark. And it happened...

We kissed...

And it was the greatest thing in the world.

I didn't even care to acknowledge the tears that slid freely from my eyes, they mingled with the few that made their way past his barriers, as we slowly parted, our eyes opened simultaneously. In the next moment we were joined at the lips again.

This one was so unlike the former, the first being loving, understanding; This one was merely for the sheer physical joy of kissing such a person as the one in front of us. It was I who initiated it this time as my tongue crept out to lick a trail against his lower lip. He smiled against my own and opened his mouth.

I plunged in greedily, mapping his mouth, marking it as my own. He seemed to know that I needed this, this contact, and allowed me my admission. Every now and then his tongue would reach for mine and we sparred for a moment.

When we broke away I was astounded to find that my hand had journeyed into the thick mane of chestnut and that his own appendage resided along my jawbone, fingers playfully tugging on my ear slightly.

He smiled at me, I returned it, slightly. We pulled apart completely and resumed our trip to his house. The jaunt up to his porch was uneventful, but full of side glances and "accidental" brushes against one another, a game almost. I was wishing he would invite me in, but then I knew that it would be pushing so when he did, I refused. The disappointment was evident on his face, him doing nothing to hide it, I assured him that I didn't want to push us too far too fast. He understood, his expression became compassionate, that was when I finally discovered myself that I had fallen, hard.

He gave me another light kiss on the lips and smiled a loving grin that I knew I had to see again, "You know, I am *so* glad I gave you a second chance."

"You and me both," he laughed, it resounded like a million bells, off of the evening sky.

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The tall Latin watched the smaller man that lay in the bed. It was still hard sometimes, to admit how much he'd changed since meeting him. Even his loudmouthed partner would rattle on about how he had opened up more, smiling even, talking more, everything he did he did it more openly.

Quatre was perfection in a package to him, a walking, talking perfection. But his petite lover did much more than walk and talk... //Dammit...// Trowa cursed himself mentally for his weak resolve.

Pale eyelashes laying softly on the porcelain skin tempted him. His lover would be more than compliant if he asked for help with the "problem" he had at the moment, but it was extremely rewarding just to watch him flutter in dreamland.

A sigh escaped the rose petal lips and Trowa couldn't help but smile, it had taken quite a lot for him to accept that the beautiful boy laying naught but a yard from him could feel anything true for him.

Memories flooded him, he watched them play out in his mind's eye.

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"What do I have to do to get through that titanium head of yours?!" The large outburst left the petite frame breathing heavily, then again, the hour or so of ranting and proclaiming beforehand probably helped as well.

Emerald eyes became downcast, the man was ashamed that he could have such doubts, but with the life he'd held it was hard for him to accept the idea of someone loving him.

Soft, compassionate hands grasped his chin gently and forced him to look into his teal eyes brimming with tears.

//Crying? Why are you crying my sweet Prince?// he begins smiling and I have no idea until I realize I had thought out loud, my eyes widen.

"Do you really think of me as your sweet Prince?" he asks in an innocence that I know I never beheld, even from birth I'll wager.

I look down, I can't stand to see the hidden maliciousness that I'm betting will appear on his face, "Yes," it's on a mutter, barely recognizable.

The soft sounds of his laughter makes me cringe, yep, I was right.

"Trowa? What's the matter?" the laughter had stopped, concern replacing it quickly, I look at him in confusion, hadn't he been laughing at me?

As if answering the unspoken question lingering in the soft green eyes, "No Trowa. I wasn't laughing at you! I simply thought it was funny you think of me as a prince."

"But you are," simple and in complete honesty, I never could lie to him about anything.

Quatre felt tears gathering at the corner of his eyes again, but instead of words this time he wrapped his arms tightly around his love's torso and nestled into the strong chest.

"Trowa, I love you, and if you don't believe me, tell me what I can do to make you believe because I'll never stop loving you and so you'd just better learn to live with it!"

TBC....

[1] "The Samurai" I must admit, is a real ride, I've been on it in this amusement park in Utah, the park is called Lagoon. It has six long arms (the samurai's katana) with room for five people on each. First they go up, then they start spinning, it puts you in every direction possible in 360 degrees! My dad got stuck when he rode on it >,< d'oh!

Note: Yes, Most of this chapter was 1+2 so I tried to squeeze in some 3+4 near the end. I thought it only fair for the way I wrote a lemon for 3x4 in Stolen Moments and gave little 1+2 action. So yeah, and trust me when I say that I did *not* like the RxH scenes! I do not mind yuri, please don't think that about me, I fully support it, but RxAnybody is just wrong. Same for HxAnybody.

Wufei: *still running from crazed Hiriyou* SAVE ME KISAMA!

Duo: Hmm... let me think. *contemplating* NO! *cackles maniacally*

Quatre: Duo! That's mean.

Trowa: .....

Duo: *innocently* Can I help it if Hiriyou is chasing poor Wuffers around this entire void where fanfic authors have conversations with their victims... *hastily* I mean, characters!

Heero: Baka. You can and you know it.

Duo: *grins* Well, okay yeah I can. But whose to say Wufei doesn't deserve it?

Everyone else: *shrugs*

Duo: That's what I thought! ^_^