Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Gundam Wing Total GS ❯ Gundam Wing Total GS ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: leejeeg

Gundam Wing-Total GS

by leejeeg

Disclaimers: I own no part of GW. It belongs part and Parcel to Bandai. No profit, no gain, I only seek to entertain.

A pwp (sorta)

pairing: the usual duo, er, Duo and Heero-you know what I mean.

Once again the braided pilot has come under the evil experimentation of oz-but with decidedly unusual results.

Originally the GS stood for gratuitous sex, but the powers that be demanded more. I'm keeping the title anyway, because I like it.

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Ten minutes later Deathscythe and his partner trailed Wing Zero and his partner to the current safe house.

“Hey, the guys are on a mission. Here's a note.”

Heero took the slip of paper out of Duo's outstretched hand and read it. They had a joint mission that would last at least a week. “Hn,” was Heero's only comment. Duo shrugged and hoisted his duffle bag over his shoulder. “At least we can relax for a while.”

This was unsettling to Wing's pilot. He was not good at spending time idly. He was also not good at ignoring the braided baka although he did a convincing job of it. At least it seemed so to Duo.

It was cold out. Duo looked out the window. Flecks of white swirled wildly, smacking at the glass window pane and melting almost instantly. Duo looked down at his wristwatch, a lovely silver model with date and time. Doctor G insisted that he wear it-something about the importance of synchronization. The date was December 31st. “Oi, Heero, it's almost the New Year.”

“Hn.”

Duo grimaced. Here it was New Year's Eve and he got to spend it with Mr. Happy. And it was almost their birthday, too. Neither Heero or Duo knew his actual date of birth, so they advanced their years with the new year. An unexpected and unusual commonality. Duo pursed his lips. Stuck in a safe house during a snow storm on the last day of the year. Crap. Duo was already getting bored. The sound of clicking and tapping keys found its way to his ears. He groaned softly. Heero was on the damned laptop again.

He stared at his taciturn pilot for a moment. Heero presented an icy exterior but there was something about the Japanese pilot that warmed Duo's blood.

A few months ago that thought would have worried him, but having seen some of the horrors of this war up close and personal, the braided pilot decided that a little under the table lust was no big deal. Except that he had come to like Heero an awful lot. He thought that the sentiment might be mutual even though he had received no definite indication as such. All he had were negatives. Heero didn't kill him when he'd had the chance, he didn't follow through on his threats of “omae wo korosu”, and Heero did not tolerate anyone else's antics.

It wasn't much, but it was enough to keep Duo hopeful. For what he wasn't sure. Accepting that he was now more or less sixteen years old, he acknowledged that there were certain urges making their presence known, and if given half the chance were liable to take over his body. Duo made his way to the only unoccupied bedroom left. He peered inside and grimaced. One bed. Great. If they shared a bed there was no way he'd get a decent night's sleep, not with all those pesky teenage fueled urges coursing through his bloodstream.

Fingers tightened on his shoulder and he held back a startled gasp. “Heero, man, are you looking to get gutted?”

Heero looked down to find that Duo held a knife from behind his hand, point jutting sharply into his abdomen. He released Duo's shoulder. “Gomen,” he muttered tersely. He could not believe he could be so stupid as to approach the other pilot that way. It could have cost him his life, he thought with grudging admiration for Duo's skill and control. Brushing his embarrassment aside he said, “I need to monitor you. We have no way to know what you were injected with.”

Duo shrugged carelessly. “Whatever. I feel perfectly fine, though.”

“No headache or other kinds of side effects?”

“Nah-just hungry.”

Heero rolled his eyes. That was a permanent condition of the young pilot. Duo shivered. “Daijoubou ka?”

“Yeah, it's cold in here `sall.”

“I will get some firewood.” Heero left the room, glad to have something constructive to do.

Duo looked around. This was one of the nicer places they'd stayed at, relatively speaking. He was pretty hungry so he went into the kitchen in search of something edible. He was pleased to find some rice, garlic, frozen vegetables and a few other staples. He started a skillet with butter and the garlic. There was a can of mushrooms so he put that in the pan and sautéed it. There was some black pepper and some salt. He threw in the vegetables. He inhaled. Smelled good. Meanwhile the rice was cooking. He really wished there was some meat. Duo rose on his toes to check the contents of an overhead cabinet. There was a can of minced oysters, so he opened it and threw it in the pan which was sizzling nicely. He scanned the kitchen thoughtfully, lightly biting his lower lip. He opened the refrigerator and rooted inside. For some odd reason someone had stowed a bottle of wine in the rear of the fridge. It was a dry red wine, perfect for what he wanted it for. The mixture in the skillet was beginning to burn a little.

Heero entered from the living room after depositing an arm load of fire wood in the fireplace. “K'so! What are you burning, baka!”

Duo frowned. “Oh ye of little faith, Yuy. I know what I'm doing.”

“You are burning what is probably the only food in the place. There is a storm, it's not like we can go get supplies now.”

Duo huffed, wounded. “Watch and learn.” Duo took a spoon and checked the food. Then he poured a generous amount of the wine into the pan. It sizzled and sputtered and he stirred the mixture rapidly. Heero caught a whiff of the now wine infused conglomeration. It smelled good. Duo smirked as he turned the burner off. “See? It's called deglazing and now there is a nice sauce.”

Heero muttered something unintelligible under his breath.