Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Forged Together ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2

 

Duo had long since decided that it really wasn't his business, since his only priority was to keep himself alive until the war was over. Unlike certain other pilots, he was not suicidal and definitely not foolhardy enough to try and kill himself for the sake of the happiness of a friend. Even if it was for a good friend.

 

“Trowa,” he said as he approached the Heavyarms pilot, a little wearily, but pasting a friendly smile on his face, which bordered on stupidity.

 

“Maxwell,” the other grunted without much enthusiasm.

 

“Going for the briefing?” Duo asked, rolling his eyes at his own idiocy. It wasn't as if they had anywhere else to go.

 

Trowa did not even bother to answer since the answer was pretty obvious.

 

“I wanted to talk to you about a mutual friend of ours,” Duo started again. He wasn't one with high social skills but his was considerably better than those who went `hn'.

 

“Quatre,” Trowa grunted. `First name,' thought Duo. `Can't be all bad.'

 

“You know he likes you and it's not like you aren't into boys or anything and…” Duo decided that it was much easier to shoot down a carrier than try to match make. It was not something he had tried before, but he had thought that subtlety and Trowa just might not mix. Hence the direct approach, which he was seriously starting to regret.

 

“I don't have time for this,” Trowa said flatly.

 

“For this conversation or for Quatre?” Duo pressed, his back straight, his face serious.

 

“Both.”

 

“Well, that certainly cuts to the heart of the matter,” Duo said snidely. “Want to tell me why? Answers with explanations are more clear cut than one word confirmations and …”

 

“I told you before…”

 

“Yeah,” snapped Duo. “You don't have time for this. That's as lame an answer as it can get. It's not as if you didn't have time for Heero.”

 

“That's different,” Trowa said in a voice, which said `I don't know why I bother to explain things to idiots.'

 

“Oh,” said Duo edging closer, stepping into Trowa's personal space. “Do explain.”

 

“I don't have time for little boys playing at war who'll go back to their businesses and resource satellites when this is all over,” Trowa replied.

 

For a moment Duo was stumped. Long sentences from Trowa was equivalent of Heero wearing a dress. Then he understood what was being said and saw red. It was that, combined with Trowa's high and mighty attitude, which made him explode.

 

“How dare you,” he hissed angrily. “Playing at war. Quatre doesn't play at war and you know that. You think you're so high and mighty but all you are is a …a…spineless idiot. Should I remind you that you were the one who couldn't self destruct his suit because some sobbing female said `we need you'? Where were your resolutions then….”

 

“Catherine…”

 

“I'm still speaking,” Duo shouted, mindless now that everyone else might be listening. “Quatre is more dedicated to this cause than you are, oh, `Mr. I-can-switch-sides-when-I-want-to'(He hadn't really forgiven Trowa for blowing up his gundam.) He was willing to sacrifice himself, so Wufei and I and could make it to space. He keyed his self destruct code, which was something you couldn't do, and he was willing to die so some of us would make it. Does that sound like some one who's playing…playing at war. Why you….” He stopped at once when a hand fell onto his shoulder from behind. Years of training made him spin around, ready to defend himself.

 

“It's ok, Duo,” Quatre said firmly. His cheeks were pale and his lower lip was trembling, but he looked determined.

 

“Look man…” Duo said. <i>`I'm sorry it was none of my business and I seem to have made things worse but I was only trying to help.'</i> He didn't say that but still…

 

“Go inside, Duo.”

 

“But…”

 

“I need to talk to Trowa alone,” he said firmly.

 

“I…”

 

“Wait for me,” Quatre said firmly. “This shouldn't take long.”

 

Glumly, Duo nodded and headed to the small partition they called a kitchen to sit and wait.

 

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Quatre came in twenty minutes later, looking flushed and miserable. Duo hopped off the stool and walked to his friend…only friend of the lot…

 

“Look man…I'm sorry….”

 

“It's all right, Duo,” Quatre said. “I know you were only trying to help and I was sitting on those feelings long enough. It would have complicated everything in the long run.”

 

“What…what did he say…” Duo had to know.

 

“Nothing much,” Quatre shrugged. “I simply apologized to him.”

 

“What!” Duo shouted. “For what…that stuck up…”

 

“I was my fault,” Quatre said with a shrug. “It is difficult for him without having me making puppy eyes at him.” He grimaced. “And it's easier this way, now that everything's out in the open…”

 

“But…” Duo protested.

 

“Never mind,” Quatre said with a sigh. “He doesn't like me and that's the end. It's not like we … I…he needs me following him around with …with…like Relena does Heero.” he brushed back a single tear.

 

“Oh, shit,” said Duo. “I'm sorry I messed it up.”

 

“You didn't,” Quatre said turning around and burying his head in Duo's shoulder. “It's better to know for certain he doesn't like me, than to never know, right?”

 

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“Why are we always infiltrating bases?” Duo whined, trying to keep up in spirit. “I mean, why we can't sneak into a pizza parlor or something.”

 

No one, not even Quatre bothered to answer. They were standing in different parts of the room, too tense to sit, going over the mission plan.

 

“It's not that bad,” Quatre said, going over the specs. He had a good strategic mind and could see holes in others' tactics. “We don't have to kill them while they sleep.”

 

“We can wake them up and then kill them,” Wufei said sarcastically. “I say we blow up the dorm first.”

 

“It's a training base. Those are just rookies. Why not the suits hangar?” Quatre persisted. “We don't have to kill those people.”

 

“The hangar is protected and to the back,” Heero pointed out. “The dorms are closer.”

 

“If we distract the perimeter guards then someone can sneak in and place the explosives…”

 

“Meaning you?” Wufei snarled. “You know you can't set up something like that fast and…”

 

“I'll do it,” Trowa said suddenly. “I can sneak it and out easily and I don't think we need all four gundams for this. Heavyarms is running low on ammo anyway, so I'll save it for an emergency.” Which was true. Heavyarms was the gundam, which used the greatest amount of missiles and bullets and the most likely to run out of ammo in a battle. And unfortunately, it did not come with its own armaments factory, which meant they had to find their own reloads from somewhere else.

 

“How will you get in and out?” Heero asked, his mind already computing the change of plans.

 

“I can find some transport,” Trowa said evasively.

 

“You can use Wufei's bike,” Quatre said.

 

“No one touches my bike,” Wufei snarled. “Why don't you go back to humping Barton's leg?”

 

There was a split second silence and then everyone exploded. Trowa jumped in front of Quatre his fists bunched, Heero stepped to intervene the only way he knew, physically, while Duo stepped in from the other side, with his hands spread out. “Uh, guys…don't…” and walked into Heero's fist.

 

When he could actually make his eyes focus again (this was the guy who could bend metal bars without breaking a sweat) he groaned at the four faces hovering above him. Heero and Trowa looked blank while Quatre looked worried. Wufei…looked like Wufei. However, he was the also the first person to move. He hauled Duo to his feet, turned his face to the side and felt down the cheek bone and lower jaw of the left side.

 

“Ou,” Duo snapped. “I think it's broken.”

 

“No such luck,” Wufei said with a sneer. “Otherwise we'd all have enjoyed some quiet while your jaw stayed wired shut.” Once the crisis was over, the others drifted away one by one. Quatre went to get the maps, reluctantly, at the prodding of Heero. (“Maps, Winner.”) and Trowa drifted off. Compared to other battle injuries, a bruised jaw was nothing to write home about.

 

Quatre made to stop, his face still burning red, but Duo shook his head. They'd talk when there was no one around, and that included Wufei.

 

“That was a low blow,” Duo said with a snarl as he turned towards at Wufei. “You should say such things to Quat…”

 

“Don't tell me what to say,” Wufei said angrily. “and it's true anyway.”

 

“What's with you people?” Duo raged in general. “I might be a street rat but am I the only one with social skills.”

 

“What you have is not social skills, Maxwell,” Wufei said. “It's called jabbering skills.”

 

“Why you moron,” Duo spat out. “You…”

 

“…are bleeding,” Wufei said pointedly.

 

“Oh,” said Duo feeling around the back of his mouth with his tongue. “Loose tooth I think.” And suddenly there was a hand on his lower jaw with fingers pressing on either side. The pressure increased until the mouth was pried open and a finger probed inside. The long slender finger, calloused from hours of sword practice, investigated Duo's mouth.

 

“You have two loose teeth in the back,” Wufei said blankly. “Don't bite anything from that side and…”

 

Duo's brain came alive. They'd all had basic first aid training (apart from Trowa, who could probably do field surgery) but his mind suggested that he might have missed out on this lesson. Narrowing his eyes, he looked straight at Wufei and pointedly snapped his teeth together, trapping the said finger inside his mouth. Wufei stiffened, his mouth open in a small `o' and Duo took advantage of the surprise to hollow his cheeks and suck.

 

Even as he sucked, he let his tongue swirl over the digit, probing the tip, then spiraling down, while sucking softly. The finger tasted of soap and chlorine; the nail was short and Duo knew Wufei probably had the cleanest hands of the lot, physically, at least. Duo was also adding a few words to his vocabulary he had heard but not seen practiced before, like `spontaneous combustion' and `sudden respiratory failure'. Gundam pilots were thought to be physically fit, but from the way Wufei was turning an interesting shade of red / blue he was about to burst several major arteries in a row. Duo leaned back, letting the finger pop out of his mouth and smirked. “So!” he said with a raised eye brow.

 

There was three seconds of silence followed by, “Why you …you…” and Wufei stormed out, his face an interesting shade of maroon.

 

“What do you know,” Duo smirked, feeling better all of a sudden. “Looks like Quatre isn't the only virgin of the lot.”

 

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The console beeped once before the yellow light came on. Trowa leaned back for one more adjustment before shifting forward and moving the control stick to lift the left arm. He had redistributed the remaining ammo but still, it felt a little out of balance. Maybe…if he…The hatch popped open behind him and Heero came in.

 

Trowa looked up in acknowledgement, then went back to calibrating his gundam. It was going to drag back if he didn't…

 

“I thought you weren't going to take your gundam tomorrow,” Heero said in his flat voice.

 

“Might need it,” Trowa said.

 

“Hn,” Heero agreed, sitting down on the small plank, which served as a bed for the pilot, when needed. “I need you to time the charge tomorrow so that there's a five second delay after each one.”

 

“You need time,” Trowa said.

 

“I need to download some data from the computer there,” Heero said. “Fuck me.”

 

It was not an invitation. It was delivered in the same tone as the rest of his sentence but it was a request. Heero got tense before missions, though it was not something he advertised. It was a weakness he worked out of his system…with a little help, and Trowa understood him the best.

 

“All right,” said Trowa nodding lightly. “I'll save the changes and then join you.”

 

Heero nodded and started to remove his shoes. Then his socks, shorts and tank top joined the neat pile, all ready to be worn in a second should he need to dress. He could fight naked if needed, but clothes gave an added physiological advantage. Then he lay back on the bunk, his knees bent, his feet flat on either side. Trowa joined him shortly after, also naked.

 

Trowa was built the same all over, long and slender. His fingers were long and sensitive as he prepared Heero, his face impassive; his bangs fell forward to cover his face. Heero did not respond until those talented fingers found the sensitive spot and pressed. He gasped a little arching up, then nodded. “Ready.”

 

Trowa entered him steadily, not stopping even when Heero tensed a little, but not pushing too hard either; not that Heero would have admitted being in pain. He did not wait until Heero had adjusted before pulling the shorter boy's legs up over his shoulder and moving. Heero did not speak as Trowa continued to thrust, his eyes shut, his lips pressed firmly together. It was something they were both used to, and though they had not had sex in a long time, it was as if they knew what the other needed. Trowa leaned forward as the pressure built up, his hand scrambling over Heero's head for something to hold on to, while Heero pushed back faster.

 

“Harder,” Heero gasped, his voice unsteady.

 

Trowa moved faster; the sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the air, along with soft gasps. Trowa was close. He freed one hand and grabbed Heero's erection, and the Wing pilot complied, letting the taller boy bring him to an orgasm while he pounded him to the mattress, literally. Trowa continued to piston his hips, his face strained, as he reached his climax. For a moment he stiffened, then he[shuddered, coming inside Heero in a final rush.

 

Reaching for Heero blindly at the moment, “Quatre,” he gasped out aloud.