Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Friends and Lovers ❯ Prologue

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Title: Friends and Lovers


Philip P. Wall
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2001-06-22T18:10:00Z
2001-06-22T18:13:00Z
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Title:
Friends and Lovers

Author:
Night Creature Thing

Rating:
PG-13

Warnings:
Shonen-ai



A large orange ball sped through the air
with diamond cut precision, making its way across the short distance between
Heero and Duo. The American caught the basketball, wove in and out of the
opposing players, and passed it stealthily to Trowa, who was awaiting the pass
just out of sight, behind a nervous rival. A quick footed, tall, and frustrated
teen intercepted the ball, only to have it stolen by Wufei. Wufei passed it
back to Trowa, who was now set up for the three point shot. Trowa paused for a
millisecond, waiting for the defense to make its move. As the play ended, Trowa
tossed the ball effortlessly into the awaiting hoop. Quatre ran to catch the
falling ball after it swished through the white net, and danced under the
basket.



They
won the game, and throngs of fans cheered the Gundam pilots' victory. As a team
in battle and as a team on the court they were an impenetrable force to be
reckoned with. As they marched themselves into a single line, giving handshakes
and friendly pats on the bottom, they bade the opposing team a sign of good
sportsmanship, congratulating them on a well played game. The rivals sneered
and scowled, but the young pilots showed no emotion toward the easy victory. It
was all part of the ongoing battle, 'You win some, you lose some; we just win a
lot,' as Duo had once proclaimed.



A large group of female spectators waited
for the boys to walk off the court, to hug and haggle the victors. Duo ran to
them, never wanting to disappoint his legions of fans, opened his arms and
grabbed as many girls as possible into a sweaty hug. The girls swooned, and one
nearly fainted. He was undoubtedly popular with the ladies. A very comical and
feminine youth; he had a smile that drove the young women absolutely nuts. He
drank in the attention and swam in the glory.



Wufei was never too far behind, picking up
unwanted goods. He was not quite as popular, but he did get his fair share of
attention. Wufei simply remained quiet to allow the girls to come to their own
conclusions about him. He put his towel over one girl's shoulder, and they
walked as she babbled about a certain move he had executed.



Other female fans gathered to congratulate
Trowa and Quatre as they walked off the court, but their hearts were soon
stifled as the taller circus boy draped his arm lovingly over the petite
Arabian's shoulders. Not that they were showing a public display of emotion
that could possibly label them, but it was obvious that they were close and
didn't desire female interest with their little embrace. They kept their eyes
locked onto each other and discussed plans for evening, paying no concern to
the rejected and heartbroken fans.



The ball could still be heard bouncing off
the wood floor in the background. A light thump, thump, thump-ing that grew
louder when more fans crowded around the exhausted players. The dribbler wanted
to be left alone and remained that way until the crowds dissipated to their
respective classes. Heero waited and stared, silent and relatively, still as he
bounced the rubber ball up and down. He was statuesque and pensive, like
always, the last to leave, avoiding fans at all costs. Antisocial was Heero's
middle name. His cobalt eyes never left his companion's backs until they had
waved off their admirers. Duo caught Heero's glance and took action, sensing
the Japanese boy's impatience.



"Okay, ladies, it's time we go to the
locker room and shower up! But hey, don't you worry your cute little heads off,
'cause I'll be out in a jiff! And you," he pointed to the most attractive
of the horde, "I'll definitely be seeing you later." He flashed a
superstar grin and waved to Heero.



In the locker room, Wufei, Trowa, and
Quatre were already undressed and sporting large towels around their waists as
they gathered up soap and shampoo to take their showers. In the hallway, the
braided boy was heard trying to convince Heero to be more outgoing and at least
wave and thank the fans for the support. Heero flashed him a stony look.



"Man,
you gotta relax. People might get the wrong impression about you, ya
know?" Duo persisted.



"Let them wonder," the pilot
stated indifferently.



Duo shook his head and sat on the bench
facing his locker. Heero sat beside his braided counterpart and removed his
shoes. The other three pilots had already entered the showers, leaving the two
boys sitting on the bench alone. The sprinkling from the nozzles and cutesy
little remarks could be heard coming from the tiny shower room. Duo sighed.



"I
think it's great that Trowa and Quatre like each other like that," he said
in a low whisper, "But I wish they would stop being so mushy around us. It
gives me the creeps. I mean... I know Quatre is kinda girly, but I still see
him as one of the guys. Ya know?"



Heero, still silent and un-opinionated,
shrugged and proceeded in undressing himself. He gathered all his toiletries
and his towel on his way to the shower room. Duo wrapped a towel around his
waist and unbraided his hair. Heero was already lathering up his body when Duo
came in.



"If I didn't know better, I'd say
there was a woman in here," Wufei stated flatly, as he loved to tease the
American about 'the hair'. Quatre giggled, and the rest began to laugh through
tightly closed lips.




"Hey, you may laugh now, but I
get the most chicks out of any of you guys. They LOVE my hair!"



He was
right, whenever Duo was on a date, the girl would always swoon when he pulled
it out of its usual braid. Wufei was jealous, but he brushed Duo's comment off.
He was quite happy with the current size of his libido.



The rest of the day went on like any other
regular day for students attending the military school. The Gundam pilots were
all sent to that particular school because it was stationed a few kilometers
away from an OZ base and their Gundams could be stored in the schools basement.
Classes ended at four o'clock in the afternoon, giving the students ample time
to rest before dinner at five thirty, where the entire student body would
gather to eat communally in the vast mess hall. The students were sectioned by
career choice and age to undergo specialized training. The gundam pilots were
in the class 'Piloting, 2nd year' and sat together in a less trafficked area of
the mess hall.



All
five boys were at the top of their classes and were envied by their classmates.
Often, the small group would be used as training aids for 4th and 5th year
students. Their talent was unmatched and highly respected amongst the student
body and faculty within the strict OZ affiliated military school. It was most
fortunate that the dean himself, who was an OZ special forces officer, never
took into consideration the five talented pilots attending his institution were
the very scourges of OZ.



After
dinner ended, the students left to pursue extra-curricular activities until
approximately seven o' clock, when they'd have to return to their rooms, to
study for the next day. Lights went out at nine sharp. The heavy and strict
schedule made it increasingly difficult to sabotage OZ, however, during the
extra-curricular activity time, they all made excuses to their professors and
stole away to their Gundams without notice.



That
evening, the boys had to make an extra outing after 'lights out' to fight yet
another battle against OZ. It was intended to be a routine infiltration into
the OZ base to disarm and/or disable the newest line of mobile suits, however,
security was unusually tight and the young soldiers were forced into a harsh
battle. They emerged victorious, but not without leaving unharmed by the new
weaponry systems they had to face. Many OZ soldiers lost their lives and the
ending battle ground was most gruesome. The young men piloting the Gundam
mobile suits were weary and tired after such a terrible display of war.



They returned
to their dorms, where they were each paired off with one another, except for
Wufei, he had a hypochondriac as a roommate who, much to his delight, was
usually drugged and sleeping like a log, to aid in his unnoticed escapes. They
gathered into Trowa and Quatre's room, to assess their mission objectives and
to confirm that all targets were destroyed. Quatre gave medical aid to anyone
that needed it and they called it a night with only a few short hours until
classes resumed in the morning.



Wufei
was first to leave, opening the door carefully and scampering into his room
across the hall. He opened his door just as stealthily, finding his roommate
snoring louder than the creak the door made when it opened. He sighed angrily
and shuffled his way to bed, wondering whether he'd even sleep a wink with the
insane glass shattering sound coming from the other bed. But, as tired as he
was, he fell onto his pillow and decided to read a few chapters of a favorite
book. Before the chapter was done, he was sleeping.



Heero,
being very eager to get to his bed and sleep, left as soon as he heard Wufei's
door close. Just as the Chinese pilot had, he slipped into the hall, keeping
his back to the wall, and shimmied himself until he reached his door on the
right. He turned the knob and left the door open for Duo, so the braided youth
would not make anymore noise opening the door. The Japanese boy dove under his
covers and tossed and turned until he heard Duo's footsteps entering the room.
His head was filled with scenes from the night's battle and he couldn't shake
the feeling that he could have prevented the deaths somehow. Heero would never
admit it to anyone, but he always felt a great remorse after a showdown with
OZ. He could hear the sounds of metal crunching and splitting in his ears, so
much he found the sound deafening; he tossed more violently between his sheets.



Duo was
still playing with his blankets, much like a cat would, nesting to make himself
more comfortable. Once Heero thought Duo was asleep, he sat up in bed and threw
his legs over the side of it.



"I'm
too tense," he muttered softly under his breath. His ears picked up a
sleepy groan come from the other bed.



"Heero,
are you gonna sleep any time soon? I can't sleep with all the noise you're
making."

Heero
sat still for a moment and began to rub his neck as best he could, to relieve
some stress caused by the evening's events. Duo sighed and got out of his bed.



"If
you can't do it yourself, all you had to do was ask," he commented
drowsily of Heero's self massage.



Duo had
good dexterity and gave the best massages. Being the touchy feely type of
person, he never minded giving massages to any of the pilots, and Heero
seriously looked like he needed it!



Heero
moved his body closer to the center of the bed and sat straight up as he felt
Duo climb onto the bed and place his legs along Heero's crossed thighs. The
long haired brunette began kneading the shoulders and neck, paying close
attention to every detail possible, so they could both get a good night's sleep.
The Wing pilot inhaled slowly and steadily to make himself relax under Duo's
gentle touch. His skin began to shiver lightly from Duo's warm and strong
breath, hitting his back with every forward stroke put into his muscles. Heero
let a small sensuous moan escape through his pouted lips, it would've given
someone the wrong idea if they were to walk into the room at the very moment.
Duo grunted while working at his partner's lower back, he was exhausted from
fighting, and Heero's tense back muscles were not easy to manage. After a few
long moments, the massage was coming to an end and Duo began rubbing Heero's
lower back and shoulders to evenly distribute the warmth of his hands. The boys
sat closely and they could hear each other's breathing, sounding like they were
gale force winds in the tiny military-style dorm room.



Heero
slumped back into Duo's chest, reeling in relaxed pleasure; his skin tingled
almost erotically from the American's touch. Heero had to remind himself that
this was Duo he was lying against, not some female stranger. His partner, his
best friend, he wasn't even sure of the best friend part, considering he had
never really known what it was like to even have a friend.



'But if
this is what friendship is like; I think I can live with that,' he thought,
despite himself.



Duo
shifted a little beneath him, flinging his arms over Heero's shoulders and
nuzzling his forehead into the side of Heero's neck.



"I'm
spent! You should take up yoga or something."



Duo's
own tired body got the better of him, his neck fell limp and his head fell next
to Heero's cheek, and the tips of his fingers twitched against the tender skin
of Heero's chest. Duo's breath danced on Heero's tanned flesh as they sat
there, leaning onto each other for balance.



Like
the flicker of a candle, butterflies flew into Heero's stomach, and his body
hazed in a drunken state. The odd sensation in his abdomen tickled his insides,
and although he didn't understand it, he enjoyed it. His pulse quickened, as he
looked down to see Duo's hands sprawled on him, he dared himself to touch them
with his own hands. The room was very dark, but Heero could see that Duo was
sore. Heero lightly took the limp limbs and rubbed them, noting how soft and
slender they were, how feminine, nothing like his own. He released them and sat
upright, surprising a dozing dark angel who shook his head and apologized for
falling asleep. He placed his hands onto Duo's upper thighs so he could hoist
himself off the bed and change his sitting position, this time facing the
sleepy American. Heero sat there crossed legged, elbows on his knees, his palms
cupping his chin, and stared at the lovely silhouette across from him.



Duo,
slightly curious, cocked his head to the side, and was wondering what Heero was
thinking about, when he felt the bed shift a little and Heero's hand under his
chin, stroking it lovingly.



'What
the HELL?!?!' his mind screamed at him in full force. Duo recoiled under the
touch as if it was a static shock, his eyes grew large but he remained motionless,
confused, and bewildered as Heero tentatively brought his hand back to his own
chin. 'What is Heero doing? Why am I not moving away? Heero...stop it; you're
scaring me,' his mind rambled a thousand thoughts a second, yet his lips stayed
shut in defiance, letting his heart sort things out before he spoke.



Like a
specter in the night, he could feel Heero's presence closing in on him, his
eyes shut tight.



'This
is NOT happening,' he reaffirmed himself, in denial. Duo bit back the thought
of saying anything to his friend, the one who he seemed to always be paired off
with, the only one who could stifle his moments of insanity and keep him calm
and focused during the most pressing times, the first REAL friend he's had in
many years. He didn't want this friendship to be ruined over something so
frivolous as teenage hormonal instincts, something that Heero could, no doubt,
have no grasp on. His mind attempted to conjure ways of telling his
pal/buddy/amigo that his feelings were not the same, the more he tried to think
of it, the more he became less afraid of the consequences. He could feel
Heero's face in front of his own, nearly a breath away, and their hair lightly
touching, the brown on brown in the night's light.



The
hand that was under his chin snaked to the back of his head and he was being
urged forward, very slowly, as if Heero were giving him plenty of opportunity
to back away if he wanted to. Yet Duo remained unmoving, not knowing what he
wanted. A touch of feather light skin grazed his lips, and his hair bristled by
an imagined breeze. Was it a kiss or a light nuzzle from the nose, or perhaps a
stray finger looking for direction in the pitch black room?



A
lonesome tear fell from Duo's eye, slid down his cheekbone and crawled its way
to the tip of his chin where Heero's fingers had recently resided. The tear
rested there for a moment before landing onto Heero's hand that was placed over
his own.



'When
did that happen?' Duo opened his eyes.



'Carpe
Diem,' and leaned forward just enough to feel the heat radiating from Heero's
flushed visage, off the tip of his nose. He mirrored Heero, placing a hand on
the back of his neck as the Japanese boy wiped the rest of the tear away from
Duo's face.



Heero
screamed at himself on the inside, that this was not the right thing to do, Duo
was afraid, Duo didn't want to hurt him by pulling away, Duo likes girls not
boys... he could never compete. But it was too late. The braided youth pulled
him closer to his face, and they were cheek-to-cheek, eyelashes intertwined.



"Are
you sure you want this?" Duo whispered into his ear.



Heero
gave a soft nod. They tilted their heads, and their lips met, for only a touch,
hardly a kiss, only two pieces of flesh grazing each other. Heero leaned in
more, and made the connection he needed. Duo however, kept his lips still as
Heero's were more demanding and intimate, and his heart raced. Duo leaned back
onto his heels, breaking the kiss, and lowered his head.



"Gomen."



Heero
sat there, waiting for Duo to leave, to leave his bed, to leave the room, to
leave the school, to leave his life, anything would have been better than the
silence that filled the room between the eerie presence of the two confused
teens. It was smothering him; he wanted, no, he needed a reaction; anything
would have been better nothing. Heero's fists snatched the loose blankets and
squeezed them as hard as he could, to keep his emotions under control. But his
control was falling away with each second Duo sat there in an oblivious trance.
Heero's heart pounded into his chest as if it were trying to release itself,
his stomach lurched, his eyes became cloudy, and his shoulders fell.
Heartbreak. Not exactly an emotion he'd felt before, but he knew how to
pinpoint it. It would take love to be heartbroken, and from his knowledge he
had never felt love before... it was too exquisite to categorize, too
mysterious to realize it is even there. Like the air, one doesn't realize it is
there until it is gone. Love was maddening and all too human, he was glad to at
least be able to experience it for at least once in his life, even if it were
only for mere seconds.



The
mattress underneath began to move and he could tell Duo was getting off the
bed. Heero sharply turned his head to the side, as to not show his weakness.



Without
saying a word, Duo left the bed, pulled out Heero's computer chair at the desk
and straddled it, putting his elbows of the back and his chin on his fists. He
still didn't know what to make of the situation. He wrestled with his thoughts.



'I'll
be damned! He kissed me. And I don't think that's a small thing for Heero
considering my rant about Quatre and Trowa earlier this afternoon. Wow, the guy
has feelings after all! And who would have thought it would be love? He loves!
He... loves... me? Does he? He loves... and it's me?! I'll be damned!'



He
swung the chair around in a couple of circles, resting his forehead on the back
when it stopped.



'I
didn't fight it. In fact, I almost initiated it. Why? I mean... I didn't want
to but... I didn't fight. I gave it to him.'



He
looked up at the other teen and studied his body language, all slumped over as
he was, he wasn't facing him and his shoulders were shaking a little.



'I
think he's crying! It's because of me, I suppose. Damnit, Heero! Why did you do
that, huh?!? Why?? I don't like to see you cry... it's not like you Heero. It
hurts me to see you cry.'

He kept
his gaze on the shuttering Japanese youth, and his visage softened at the
sight.

'It
hurts to see you cry... it really hurts.' He blinked. 'Is that it? Cry Heero,
please cry, I want to see how much it hurts me.... God, it hurts. Stop.
Just...'



In one
motion, Duo left the chair and knelt down beside the quietly sobbing pilot,
took Heero's hands into his own and caressed them with his cheek. Duo then
raised his eyes to see if Heero was still teary, pulled him off the bed, and
wrapped his arms around Heero's waist, leaning his head on one of Heero's
shoulders.



"Don't
cry," Duo whispered Heero's ear, "It's not becoming of you,
Heero."



Heero
raised his head to look Duo in the eyes. He attempted to remain distant, but
Duo would have nothing of it and kept the young man's body close to his own.
They leaned closer to each other and stopped as their foreheads touched.



"Forgive
me," pleaded Duo, and he tilted his face to kiss the bewildered Japanese
boy.



End



Okies,
I hope you all liked! Please don't ask for a sequel, the ain't gonna be one.
Thankies to Bad Cutlery for beta-reading this ficcy of mine, and thanks to all
the non-yaoi fans for driving me to research yaoi more... I luv it!! I wrote
this fic way back in October 2000 (give or take a month) just before I first
discovered the joys of yaoi in GW. Yup, this was my very first GW fic.