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Feigning Innocence

Author: Triowing (andoyuisama@yahoo.com)

Archive: Lemon Hunters' Guild (www.geocities.com/andoyuisama), MediaMiner.org, ...otherwise, feel free to ask! :3

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, so no suing! I enjoy what money I have… or, well, what's left of my pocket money after splurges at my second home (a.k.a. Borders).

Warnings: PWP; AU, I suppose; lime-y goodness; some humour; a bit of language; it's kind of sappy, too, now that I think about it; nothing much to note. :D

Pairings: 2x1, 3x4 (implied), very briefly implied 1x1

A/N: All I did was go to my `fridge and get some string cheese! That's all I did, and this is what happened. …I can be one sad, sad little woman. ^^;;

 

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“…Duo, what are you eating?”

 

“What do you mean, Q? It's string cheese!” Duo exclaimed. Quatre gave the violet-eyed teen a wary look.

 

“String… cheese? But, Duo, the cheese isn't in strings, so how does that make sense?”

“…you peel bits of the cheese off. It comes off like strings, hence the name, little one,” Trowa stated, looking at his boyfriend. Quatre gave his partner a bright smile.

 

“AAAH! IT BURNS! MY EYES- IT'S- IT'S TOO BRIGHT!!!” Duo wailed, throwing his arms up in front of his face. Quatre turned his head in Duo's direction from across the living room they were in and scowled- no, no, pouted. That was no scowl Quatre was sporting.

 

“Duo!” Quatre whined. Trowa poked the blonde that was sitting next to him, causing Quatre to cease his pouting. Trowa didn't like to see his little one unhappy. Nope, not at all.

 

“…what's going on?” came a fairly monotonous voice.

 

“Hee-chan!” Duo called, smiling a bit like a loon. Heero scowled- yes, a real scowl this time- at the braided teen.

 

“How many times have I told you not to call me that, Duo?”

 

“Hm… Including right now… 731 times!” Duo paused. “Wait… that's… just about twice a day! Wow, Hee-chan, you sure hate being called Hee-chan!” Duo giggled, nibbling on his stick-like thing of string cheese.

 

“Don't call me that!” Heero said exasperatedly. He gave Duo a mild glare- mild, as in, only a few little woodland creatures would die on impact, nothing bigger than a rabbit.

 

“732…”

 

“Don't encourage him, Trowa!” Heero more or less snapped. Quatre laughed and stood up.

 

“Let's leave these two to their bickering, Tro-bunny,” Quatre said. Trowa smiled slightly at the blonde and wordlessly stood. He grabbed Quatre's hand and the pair went somewhere else in the house. …let's just assume it was innocent fun. Most likely full of sex kind of fun, but none-the-less, innocent. Well, no one else really heard any odd noises coming from the room that the too-sweet-for-their-own good couple now shared, so it HAD to be innocent…right?

 

Now that the rather recently formed couple was gone, the American teen and the half-Japanese teen could bite each other's heads off as much as they wanted- especially now, since Wufei wasn't home. Especially since he wasn't home.

 

The two eyed each other, both for rather entirely different reasons.

 

Duo then eyed Heero, looked at his string cheese, and then back at Heero. The violet-eyed teen broke into a mischievous grin that Heero misinterpreted to be a taunt.

 

“I just LOVE string cheese. Don't you, Heero?” Duo asked, raising the floppy stick of mozzarella towards his mouth.

 

“No.”

 

“And why not? Haven't you ever had any?” Duo inquired, nibbling one partially-eaten end. He turned on what he called “The Maxwell Charm,” thus making his violet eyes a little bigger with seeming to be innocence.

 

“…no,” came the almost-strangled-sounding reply.

 

“Aw, that's too bad, Hee-chan. You're really missing out,” Duo said, grinning a little more. With his mouth, the American teen began to make sucking motions around the string cheese that he had promptly inserted into his mouth a few inches after finishing his sentence.

 

Duo could see a faint pink hue forming on Heero's cheeks. Inner Duo started to dance like a maniac with joy. And so, the braided teen “played” with the string cheese with a seemingly renewed vigor.

 

“D-duo… what are you doing?” Heero asked carefully. He watched his friend imitate something…that was seriously affecting parts of himself that he was starting to think that he wouldn't mind having Duo's mouth around.

 

`…NO! WAIT! I DIDN'T THINK THAT!! …did I?' Heero's mind spazzed. The half-Asian teen watched Duo more or less give the string cheese a blow job, and almost- ALMOST- felt jealous. `I am NOT jealous of a piece of cheese,' Heero thought repeatedly. `Not…jealous…of…cheese…!'

 

“Hm…? I'm just enjoying my treat!” Duo replied, clearly enjoying watching Heero's reactions. Oh, his face didn't give anything away- Mr. Perfect Soldier can control his body movements just fine! It's the subtle reactions to stimulants that tell tale. For instance, that light pink hue gradually turned into a more definite color, and Heero's eyes darkened a shade or two.

 

Oh, yes. Duo Maxwell knew the little quirks about Heero Yuy even better than Heero Yuy knew himself.

 

“Duo… you… you're practically giving that thing a blow job!!” Heero exclaimed. Duo paused momentarily, and kept up with his innocent act.

 

“Why… yes, I suppose you could say that…” Duo looked directly at Heero and gave him a twisted grin. “Something wrong with that?” Heero paused.

 

“Um. No. Nope, nothing's wrong. I'll… I'm going to bed now,” Heero said abruptly. He turned to go to his upstairs room without giving Duo a chance to say anything and climbed the stairs quickly, but not so quickly that his evident trip to his room was needed more for than just sleep.

 

Duo chuckled.

 

“He's so damned cute, sometimes.”

 

 

**

 

“Oh, shit!” Heero groaned, finishing up. He almost glared at the white mess of come that splattered onto his jeans that were pooled around his ankles along with his boxers. He made a sort of acknowledging grunt, and fully removed his garments, if only to pull on a clean pair of boxers and to deposit is soiled clothing in a hamper. “Why does he have to do that? I've already just concluded that I love him, so why so soon does he have to… have to give a mock-blow job to an inanimate object?” he mused aloud. It was becoming a habit, it was. Musing aloud just filled the stale silence in his immaculate room, and it felt kind of like Duo- mindless rambling filling up silences.

 

“'cause he wants to get in your pants,” came the unexpected, jovial reply. Heero spun around to face his doorway, and found Duo standing there with a grin plastered all over his face.

 

“D-duo?!”

 

“The one and only, Hee-chan.”

 

“…okay, that just ruined the moment, Maxwell,” Heero deadpanned, completely ignoring Duo's entering statement.

 

“M-maxwell? But I was just getting SO used to hearing you call me Duo!” Duo whined, forming a puppy-dog-cross-pout on his face. The American took a moment to process the beginning part of his friend's sentence. “WHOA, WAIT, did you just say that we were having a `moment?!' Heero Yuy does `moments?!' OH, MY GODS, WHAT HAS RELENA DONE TO YOU?!” Duo more or less screamed, throwing up his arms.

 

Heero chose that moment to turn on his Death Glare©, which, unfortunately, has never worked on Duo. Ever.

 

“Relena, for your information, has done NOTHING to me,” Heero scowled, taking a step or two towards the American. Duo did the same, slowly approaching his friend.

 

“I don't want her to get her grimy hands all over MY Hee-chan, is all, Hee-chan,” Duo more or less growled, closing up the once-existing space between them. Heero gave Duo a pointed look.

 

“When have I become yours, Duo?” he shot. Duo paused in front of Heero just as their chests touched.

 

“Since now,” Duo whispered hoarsely. He swiftly swooped in towards Heero's mouth and caught Heero's lips in a tight kiss.

 

It took Heero a lot of composure not to: a) stand like a stone, b) kiss back needily like a drowning man needed air, c) come in his pants from just about instant pleasure, or d) promptly faint. Instead, he went with a safe route and shyly kissed back. He had never kissed anyone he really loved- only a few people here and there for experiments. So, yes, the kiss was pretty innocent.

 

That is, until Duo got adventurous and began to grope Heero through his boxers.

“Ah! D-duo, what are you doing?!” Heero gasped sharply. Duo looked at him as innocently as possible through lust-darkened eyes.

 

“Playing.”

 

“Gods… all of this over a damned piece of cheese,” Heero sighed against his now-boyfriend's neck.

 

“Hey, that was no piece of cheese,” Duo exclaimed, pulling back a little to look at the half-Japanese teen in the eye. Heero piqued and eyebrow in question. “That, koi, [1] was string cheese- cheese in its mightiest form!!” Heero's left eye twitched a little in disbelief.

 

“I can't believe I actually fell in love with a psycho like you, Duo Maxwell,” Heero muttered. Duo grinned brightly.

 

“I know I'm such a STUD, Hee-chan, no need to say how unworthy you are of my studliness!” Duo crowed, placing chaste kisses all over Heero's face.

 

“…if your head got any more big-headed, I supposed it'd explode,” Heero said flat out.

 

“Are you saying I'm an egoist, Hee-chan?!” Duo cried, pulling his face close to his boyfriend's in disbelief.

 

“More like a drama queen, actually.”

 

“Wha-! Okay, that's it, Hee-chan,” Duo growled, attacking Heero's mouth with a rather passionate kiss. In the process, Duo had his hands all over Heero, refusing to leave any inch of the golden skin before him untouched.

 

After a few steamy moments later, Heero worked Duo's T-shirt over his head and proceeded to unbutton and unzip Duo's jeans.

 

“Yeah, Hee-chan… Ahh…!” Duo moaned into the half-Japanese teen's mouth. Heero tentatively inserted his right hand into Duo's now-too-tight jeans and boxers.

 

“Hey, Maxwell, are you in here?” called a familiar voice. “Quatre said you were here with Yuy. Have you seen my string cheese that I bought earlier?” Heero's bedroom door opened. “OH, MY GODS, W-WHAT THE F-FUCK-?!?”

 

The pair of teens slowly turned their heads in the direction of the scream.

 

“Well, uh… Hi, `Fei!” Duo answered innocently. Heero still had his hand down Duo's pants.

 

“Well, shit.”

 

“…you know what? Forget it- just- ARGH, I'm going to go boil my body in hopes to sanitize myself.” Wufei stomped out of Heero's room to peruse the shower.

 

“…what were you doing with Wufei's string cheese?” Heero asked.

 

“Playing,” came the innocent answer.

 

 

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I enjoy feedback. ^^ This is the first story I can say I am proud of! It's even the first story I've completed! How sad. This is also the first fic I've posted… Wow, a lot of firsts, huh? :3

 

[1] koi - technically, depending on the context, koi can either be: a) a type of Japanese (gold)fish, or b) a word for “lover.” ^^ I don't have my Japanese-English English-Japanese dictionary on me that I should be studying from right now on me at the moment, so my fault memory will have to do. xD