Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Chocolate Kisses ❯ Dear John Letters ( Chapter 7 )

Author: Hiriyou

Disclaimer: Don't own Gundam Wing, but I do own this story.

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

Pairings: 3x4x3, 1+2+1, 13X1, 13X6, RXH

Wufei: *crouching behind large sofa* Is it gone?

Quatre: Who?

Wufei: That psychopath of a she-devil Hiryuu!

Trowa: ..........

Wufei: *sweatdrops* Um... Could you translate Quatre?

Quatre: He said, `She's right behind you.'

Wufei: *running out from behind couch* AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

*Hiryuu and Duo come out from the kitchen chewing on sandwiches*

Hiryuu: What's with Wu-bear?

Quatre: *innocently* I have absolutely no idea.

~~ scene change ~~

*** POV change ***

~*~* flashback *~*~
//thoughts//

*emphasis/actions*

::not telling...you'll know::

Dear John Letters

The days seemed to fly by quite quickly for the thriving couple, and soon they had been together for a month and a half! It was like bliss for them, working in the same building did have its advantages. Unfortunately for their young and primal hormones, they still refused to move to the next step of their relationship.

Heero found Duo to be more than his outward appearances suggested. The ultramarine eyes hid extensive knowledge that impressed even him, a very well rounded humor, and a thirst for adventure. He could still remember fondly the embarrassing time they got incarcerated together.

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The American and Japanese waited patiently for the harassed nurse to finish her diatribe before shifting their eyes together. Smiles adorning their faces showed the mischievous intentions of both.

"Follow me," and the Asian man was walking briskly out of the sterile room he detested, just as instructed, the other followed, extremely curious as to where this little journey would take them.

As they tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, a redness burned across Duo's cheeks all the way down his neck and further, he just remembered! "Heero!" he hissed, "My clothes are still back in my room!" he looked down at himself again and the blush deepened.

He looked down as well, abruptly turning away, finally noting that indeed, Duo was still dressed in only the *very* revealing hospital gown! "Um..." he was having trouble thinking straight, "Okay, I guess we'll just have to go back and get your clothes."

So, turning back to whence we came, we discovered that it was, of course, easier to sneak *out* of the room then it was to sneak back *in*.

Twice we were stopped, the nurses had pretty much the same thing to say; "Why the hell would you want to go in there?!"

They would simply answer with smiles and walk around the stunned employee, and finally their destination was in sight. Another small grin found its way to the Asian's face as he saw the door still slightly ajar from their moment of haste.

"Got `em!" came a muffled shout.

Heero peeked in to see a creamy back leading to firm globes, he blushed as tried to avert his eyes but they didn't want to seem to want to stop eating up the vision of loveliness until dark jeans came up around said backside. Duo turned around and grinned at the gaping red man.

Finally realizing he'd been caught in the act, Heero did his best to look abashed while silently he was aroused like hell. Risking a glance up he saw the smiling face and violet eyes filled with amusement.

"Enjoy the view?"

Heat burned into his face, it had to be over a hundred in the blasted room! Didn't they ever hear of air-conditioner? Oh wait, that was him turning a deeper shade of crimson. A pale finger placed itself under his chin and made him look into still-laughing purple.

"It's okay Heero," he emphasized his statement by placing a tender kiss on his lips. "Now let's go!" and the bouncing energy ball zipped out of the hospital with his boyfriend in close pursuit.

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"GRRRR!! BAKA!" Heero was just about ready to make a gun magically appear from his pants [1] and blast all of the tiny spheres into oblivion!

Musical laughter greeted him and his vision turned red upon seeing that the idiot American had somehow escaped this ball pit of Hell! "Hee-chan! You do know that you can just stand up right? The ball pit's only four and a half feet deep!"

The expression of realization dawning on his features was enough to make tears stream from the braided one's eyes as he fought to keep his sides together.

"Duo..." his teeth were clenched in frustration and embarrassment so he had to grind out his words.

Duo stopped laughing hysterically enough to answer him, "Yeah?" he was still fighting inside himself to keep from bursting out into giggles at the look of the full-grown man wadding in a ball pit with a yellow plastic ball still stuck in his hair!

Heero turned menacing cobalt eyes on him and the American blanched, "Omae o korosu!" He pulled himself out of the hellish place and took after the other who had bulleted off at the words towards the tunnels and slides.

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//Oh damn, he's gaining!// I'm heading off to the tunnels, maybe if I take too many turns I can lose him.

//Left, right, left, left again, up, slide.... Fuck! He's running straight for me!// My legs are burning from the strain, that damn hospital made me soft!

Determination to not allow his capture fueled him through the pain of straining his legs after non-use. Suddenly, his scuttling was halted...

//What the fuck?!// He couldn't move! He was stuck! //Duh baka! These tunnels were made for little kids, not full-grown men!// Serious consideration of starting a war with his conscious ended by the sound of maniacal laughter drifting closer. //Shit! He's gonna get me!//

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Ahhhh... there he was. The purple-eyed man was an elusive minx that he intended to capture.

Up ahead! There he was! Wriggling around, that denim clad ass just tempting him to do what his naughty little thoughts suggested. Trying to focus less on the fact that his face was less than a meter away from the said wriggling rear and more on grappling the abdomen attached to the enticing piece of flesh now right against his chest.

"Got ya." I say it loud enough so he can hear me, but low enough to make it heavy.

"Yeah you do, now... um.. Could you help me get out?"

That caught me off guard. "Huh?"

"Heero, I'm stuck!"

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Exasperated, I sigh. "Heero, I'm stuck!" //I just want to curl up into a fetus position and cry, how am I going to get out?// My thoughts are floating around through the stinging pain. Whenever I try to move around it scathes my sides and ribs.

"Heero! I'm serious here! My hips are too big to go through and now I can't shoulders back out!"

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His voice sounded serious, and he was squirming for emphasis. That squirming around almost undid all of my resolve.

It had started with that tempting view of his backside, then grabbing him around the waist, and now he was twisting underneath me and I was just about to throw caution, consequences, and all of our clothes into the wind. I had to get out of there, immediately.

"Okay, Duo, I'm going to go and get help," I'm trying to calm him while screwing up my resolution to not do anything until we were both out of the plastic maze of tunnels.

As I release his waist I hear him whimper, now my fist is in my mouth to stop from moaning at the sound. //K'so! I'm already hard enough to cut glass! I don't need him testing my resistance, it's thin enough as it is!//

Finally, the Japanese man walking on the balls of his feet made it out of the maze. He tottered on his uneven feet over to the supervisor of the playhouse.

She glared at him disapprovingly, she'd seen them come in and merely mess around. While the old grandmother-type woman thought it grand that adults stay young at heart, the two sturdy men that had come in were taking it a bit extreme, weren't they?

"Yes?" she inquired frostily.

"Excuse me," the young man was panting heavily, having run all the way from the ball pit and plastic jungle, "But my friend's in one of the plastic tubes and he can't get out!"

Her eyes grew slightly bigger, then narrowed at him, "Then perhaps the two of you should naught have been playing on something made for young children!" she turned back to the books accounting what child was dropped off and by whom.

The blue-eyed man just gaped at the bespectacled woman, well what did he expect her to do to improve the situation? "Well? What do you want me to do about it?" she glared at him above her bifocals, "You're a strapping young lad, why don't you just pull him out?"

"Do you think I didn't try?!" he cried out, the man certainly had no reason to be getting hysterical, really! "Call the fire department? Right now they're the only ones who can get him loose!"

The elderly lady was almost into cardiac arrest at the tone of which he spoke, it reminded her of an animal, primal, protecting its mate at all costs. "Alright..." she stuttered slightly as her pruned fingers moved to pick up the receiver and dial the fire department, her eyes never leaving the huffing man in front of her.

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//Where the *HELL* is Heero?!// I probably would've screamed obscenities if it weren't that his addled brain had reminded him that lingering around were small, impressionable children whose parents could slap a lawsuit on his ass for doing so.

"HEERO!" he screeched in his highest voice, almost reaching a soprano... Some little kid was pinching his legs because he wouldn't move! And damn did it hurt! What sort of kids were they raising these days?!

"Hey mister! Move! Some of us wanna get through you know!" the little boy behind him continued the double-fingered assault.

"I *can't* you little brat! I'm stuck! Now if you wouldn't mind *stopping*!" he growled back, the impertinence of that little twip!

"You can't call me a brat!" he yelled back defensively and bit his ankle!

"Ack! You little whelp! When I get out of here I'm going to beat you black and blue!" he was snarling now but he didn't care, that insolent kid had bitten him! Hard! And it had hurt!

"I'm telling my mommy!" the little sandy-haired kid cried out in his sobbing voice, his mommy would make the mean man pay!

"Shit," he mutters, momentarily forgetting where he was, then not caring. He allowed himself to let flow a small amount of quiet colors in disdain of his situation.

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The firefighters that had been sent had nearly wet themselves of a full grown man with butt-length hair, arms crossed over his chest, and his waist stuck between the sections of joined plastic, glaring at them all in their fits of laughter.

One of them though, had looked a little too long at Duo's back after they had to cut him out of his imprisonment and Heero was about ready to pounce on the bitch when the braided wonder bounced up and began dusting himself off.

"God! I thought I was going to be stuck in there forever!" he was laughing, but the back of his legs still hurt some. That little kid would pay!

An officer in a blue uniform and sunglasses walked up to the pair of them, "Excuse me gentlemen..." he began.

"Yes?" It was Heero. Heero *really* did not like cops.

The officer held up two pairs of handcuffs, "You're both under arrest."

Duo gaped at the man, he was about to begin shouting at the injustice of it all (he really had to stop hanging out with Wufei, he was picking up some nasty habits.) when the officer slapped one of the bracelets on his left wrist and pulled it around to his back.

"Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law," he grabbed the right wrist and had it join the left. Duo just gaped at his boyfriend in confusion and astonishment.

Heero decided he had to speak up, "Excuse me, but what are we being arrested for?!"

The officer just looked at him in disregard and annoyance, but answered the question anyway, "For causing extensive damage to city property, assault, and scaring little kids," the cop looked way too smug for Heero's tastes and so he glared enough to melt steel. On the officer though, it had no effect... //Must be the sunglasses// Heero growled mentally.

Second set of cuffs out, he looked at the Asian man questionably, the silent message clear. `You gonna come quietly?' Being annoyed beyond all belief, he held his wrists out for the slapping of cool metal. As his left wrist was wrenched to his back and the other pulled so it could adorn the pretty silver metal, he looked Duo in the eye and grimaced.

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The memory had served to warm him properly //not enough like a certain warm body though..// his subconsciousness supplied helpfully, making him slightly warmer at the thought of the lithe body of his boyfriend pressing up against him, making him `properly' warm.

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Amethyst eyes darted to the handsome features he knew by heart, noticing the rare smile upon the rosebud lips. Deciding to inquire about the strange behavior, "What's up, Hee-chan?"

His counterpart scowled slightly at the loving nickname. Then the placated face returned, "Nothing, just remembering..."

The eyes became serious, "Remembering what?" his demeanor may be strange on the outside, but the Japanese man held some secrets he had yet to share with Duo. Just as Duo had ones he still couldn't bring himself to share with one of the few people he allowed himself to love.

But instead of solemn, the smile widened fractionally, "That day, from the hospital, when the firefighters had to cut you out of the..."

"Oh yeah!" Duo interrupted him forcefully, he *hated* being reminded of that embarrassing moment in Maxwell history, even though it'd been weeks his face still turned pinkish whilst reminiscing of it. "That!" his eyes had alighted, they shone with mischief.

"Ya know Hee-chan...That was only our first offense..." his coy smile warned the other who sharply glared at him.

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The next date resulted in a lot of hand holding, and a small amount of making out. Okay.. So they snogged most of the time. When things began getting out of hand once again, they pushed apart in silent agreement, though the longing and lust in both sets of gazes rose the temperature several degrees.

Heero forced himself vertical, if he didn't go to the bathroom and relieve himself he would explode! A small cream envelope fluttered from his pocket where it had been stored and Duo quizzically eyed it as he snatched the offensive mail back up.

"Hey Heero, what is that?" he tries to keep the slight hurt out of his voice but he fails, and he knows that the other notices.

Blue eyes turn from the letter to the graceful man on the couch and back again, "Nothing, just a letter I got in the mail today..." he began to trail off as he turned the piece over in his hands.

"Who's it from?" there was that damn hurt again! Duo had gotten worse at hiding his feelings ever since he had met the quiet Japanese man, usually he didn't regret it, but he did now.

A frown marred the bronze face as he flipped it over again, "I'm not sure, it has my name and address for delivery but there's nothing to indicate who it's from." He was extremely curious, but also slightly frightened, he only received personal letters from Quatre, Relena (he shuddered silently), and Duo... Obviously Duo hadn't sent it, Relena's were always pink (another shudder), but it wasn't Quatre's handwriting.

That puzzled the American, "No return address?"

"Iie, none at all."

Curiosity piqued, he bounced up and down on the couch and looked up at his stoic beau from his position on the couch, "Then let's open it and see what it says!"

Heero shrugged, it was the logical thing to do, and with Duo, well... there was no problem the letter could present that he couldn't handle.

Turning it over for inspection once again, he noted that it must have been hand made paper, the coarse texture of it suggesting expensiveness. A raised indent caught his attention, something he hadn't noticed before, a raised picture of a perfect rose. //Strange...// Slowly he opened the cream-colored envelope and tipped it over to allow a page of neat, eloquent writing... Heero's blood ran cold as ice in his veins, he knew that writing....

::My Dearest Heero;

How long has it been? Years I know, but I could never forget you. Your supple body, smart mouth, and the fire in your eyes.::

Heero's eyes glared at the paper, Treize always did have the ability to make compliments sound like the most vulgar of speech, and vice versa.

::After your sudden departure Zechs and I became a couple. Though truthfully he could never take your place.::

//Take my place?// the bastard had done mostly everything he could possibly so that their relationship was as void intimately as space.

::Knowing you and your suspicious nature Heero, I'm sure you're wondering as to the reason for this letter after having no contact since your leave.::

Now that Treize mentioned it, he was wondering why, all of a sudden, he received a letter. Heero decided to continue his reading and try to decipher the hidden agenda that *had* to be in here.

::I could try and dance around the subject but that would both annoy you and take up useless space.::

That puzzled him, since when did the ginger-tom-cat-slut-man-whore-who-should-have-his-dick-disconnected-and-his -balls-dipped-in-acid care at all as to whether or not he was annoyed by something the other did?

::So I shall be direct instead: I want you to come back.::

The cobalt eyes almost dislodged from their sockets as he read the line of neat writing. Treize wanted him back! Was he insane?! Obviously, if he thought that Heero was really that much of an idiot.

::Yes, I know that I may sound a bit strange; Asking you to return when I made no move to stop from leaving. But you must know Heero. I love you, I can't sleep, can't eat, can't do much at all without seeing the shadow of your face everywhere.::

//Can't sleep? Can't eat? Good... I hope he starved to death.//

::I know that all the rambling on about love in the world won't faze you. But honestly, I do want you back. All of you; heart, body, mind, and soul.::

//Yeah, minus the heart mind and soul part, I'm sure// Heero made a face.

::Heero... Must you be so cynical towards me? I know that you must be thinking that I only want you back for that tight ass of yours, but rest assured it's not. I do love you.::

Were it not for the Japanese man's honed skills, his face would most likely show the shock he felt. Did Treize really know him so well? Or was it merely intelligent guessing? He decided that reading further was the only option.

::Heero, are you in a relationship now? Forgotten all about me? Well I'm sure you do not love who it is you're with. I know you love me.::

This is where Heero just laughed. It was all he could do. Not love Duo? Love Treize? //He doesn't know me as well as I'd worried about.// He merely read on with a smile in his mind at the completely unsubstantiated statement.

::I know you better than you think Heero. We were together for over two years, after all. You will come back to me. I know you will. Because, while you may detest me for what I've done in the past, I've left a taste in your mouth. Lingering on the tip of your tongue, forever there, always reminding.

You want what hurts you Heero. That's who you are. Do you really believe that whoever you're with right now could love you? But I do, and always will. I know what you want Heero. I know what you crave.::

Heero wanted to yell at the piece of paper. Wanted to yell obscenities, that he didn't know him at all, at it. But it was just parchment stained with words from an malignant man. Poison on something that was once just innocent tree bark.

::If you don't return to me it will be your downfall. This is not a threat but merely a warning.

Until we meet again,

Treize K.::

Heero stared at the letter for a few minutes after the flourished signature. Noticing the large violet eyes from the corner of his vision, he swivelled his head to look straight into pained ultramarine.

"Duo..."

"It's ok Heero," it was *not* okay! That bastard! Duo felt tears pricking at the corner of his eyes and blinked them away.

Fretting over him, he could tell, Duo was not okay. //Have to prove it to him then. Grasping his chin gently, he forced the hurtful purple to look into his determined cobalt.

"Duo, I think you should know..." here it comes, Duo squinted his eyes in hopes of lessening the pain. He knew it wouldn't work, but it was worth the shot, "I love *you*."

The emphasis of `you' was ended when Heero brought his lips closer to Duo's own and proceeded to kiss him soundly out of his mind.

TBC...

There ya go! Now ya all know as to why they got arrested! I've gotten so many questions asking about it that I thought you'd all enjoy this chapter! ^_^ Sorry it took so long though! Blame writer's block, and school! >,< it starts in just about a week for me!

[1] Okay, for people who aren't fluent in GW cliches and jokes, Heero is known for being able to pull a gun somehow out of skintight spandex... o.O makes ya think as to what he's got going on down there!