Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Just Curious ❯ Chapter 1
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: deathangel125 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.23.2012 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 388 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.23.2012 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 388 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimers: Not mine. I wish they were, but sadly, they belong to someone else with a lot more money than I.
Pairings: Past 1x2, 3+2
Warnings: There be men in them there hills, doing things they shouldn’t be. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. Yaoi, with a dash of lime. Trowa POV
Special Thanks, as always, to the bestest beta reader ever. Thanks TanithNight!! Without you the commas and dashes would be the death of me.
AN: Feedback always appreciated.
JUST CURIOUS – PART 1
I know I’m staring at the man in the corner of the hotel room, but I can’t stop myself. Without looking away, I address the third member of our team. “Is he going to be all right?”
Heero glances up from his computer, giving the other man a look that lasts only an instant before asking, “Duo, explosives?” Duo’s only reply is a grunt, but it seems to satisfy Heero, the leader of this assignment. “He’s calculating the amount of explosives he needs to blow out the corner of the building where the drugs are being stored without spreading them,” he explains to me.
“So he’s guessing?”
“The amounts will be precisely what we need to get rid of the drugs and not destroy the warehouse. He knows how important the rest of the data is.”
I have my doubts and express them. “He isn’t using any paper or a calculator...not even a pencil.”
“The figures are in his head. They will be correct, Trowa.”
“Contrary to popular belief, I do have a brain.” Duo stands and stretches, much like a cat, reaching his arms toward the cracked tiles on the ceiling. His movements aren’t rushed as he comes to the table Heero and I have been using to plan our attack. I can’t stop staring as one hand casually slides up his shirt to reveal the pale skin, absently scratching his side as he leans over Heero’s back, typing with one hand. “This is what we need. Send the request to base and I’ll pick them up in two hours at the arranged drop point.”
“That’s cutting it close,” Heero grumbles, pushing Duo’s hand away to relay the message.
Duo removes his hand from the computer, yet remains leaning against the cobalt-eyed man, something Heero never allows from anyone else. “One of the compounds I need becomes unstable after a certain amount of time. I’ll pick up the explosives and come back here to pick you two up.”
“We need to go over the plan with you,” I state, blinking when violet eyes unexpectedly pierce me. “We made some alterations while you were busy.”
“I am capable of listening and thinking at the same time, Trowa. I heard the changes you made. I know my part; don’t fuck up yours.” After briefly squeezing Heero’s shoulder, he grabs his jacket. “I have some other things to pick up. Be ready when I get back; the changes you two made puts us on an even tighter schedule than before.”
I watch through the window as he gets into the jeep we’ve been assigned, wondering when this fascination with him began. It hasn’t been a long time yet it isn’t recent, either. At times it feels like I woke up one day and was desperate to know something…anything…about him.
“You shouldn’t treat him like a fool.”
The words startle me as much as the gruff tone. “I didn’t mean to, I’ve never seen someone able to calculate amounts of explosives in their head before. I didn’t intend to sound…cruel.”
“If you name a set of coordinates in space he can tell you what is there, if anything. He can also calculate a launch trajectory in his head.”
“Can you do that?” If anyone else could, it would be Heero with his computer-quick brain.
“No. I’ve travelled with him often, and he’s never been wrong. I stopped checking his calculations the third or fourth time we flew together.”
As always, Heero’s comment leaves me questioning their relationship. Obviously he and Duo get along well. Heero is more accepting of the causal way Duo touches him and Duo appears to understand the grunts and growls Heero’s vocabulary can sometimes consist. There are a dozen of rumors about the two, from our friends and the people that work with Heero and I. Neither one of them has ever confirmed or denied those rumors.
Intending to ask, I open my mouth but what comes out is totally different from what I had planned to say. “What does Duo do?”
“You know his part, Trowa.” Heero doesn’t even look up at me.
“What does he do when he isn’t consulting with the Preventers?”
Now I have Heero’s full attention. His eyes narrow at me, “Why do you want to know?”
“I’m curious.” That’s harder to admit than I believed it would be, and my partner seems even more suspicious. “No one knows anything about him, Heero; In our line of work that’s suspicious and generates curiosity. There are dozens of rumors at the office. He comes in whenever he’s called, appearing out of nowhere, and then leaves when the job is done. Does he have a home, a social life…a boyfriend?” I finally get a reaction when I mention a boyfriend in the form of a glare and a deep blush but now that I’ve started asking questions I can’t make myself stop. “Everyone has a picture of Duo in their minds of a carefree man with no ties to anything and that doesn’t take life seriously. That image doesn’t fit the serious man that just left, so who is he, really?”
Heero looks toward the grimy, cracked glass of the window, face still flushed from the boyfriend question, although his glare has disappeared. “I don’t think anyone knows Duo really. He’s the happy person he seems to be and the one that can make complex calculations in his head. He’s affectionate and open and he’s cautious and wary. He’s a puzzle wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a taco with an unbreakable shell.” Heero sighs, looking back at me, “He doesn’t have a boyfriend that I know. He has a job he can leave if he needs. That’s all I’ll tell you, Trowa. Anything else you can ask yourself. We need to begin preparations.”
He stands, shutting down the laptop and packing it away carefully. Heero might consider the topic settled, but I don’t. “Why aren’t you his boyfriend? You care for each other.”
Heero doesn’t pause as he packs up the various electronics set up in the room. “I was, for a while.”
It’s difficult to figure out which is more of a shock, that they had been together and kept it a secret, or the real regret I can hear in Heero’s voice. “Why aren’t you anymore? You still have feelings for him, don’t you?”
“People believe I’m cold or hard to talk to; between the two of us, Duo turned out to be the one who couldn’t open up. There were parts of him I could never reach. Eventually, I realized what we had wasn’t enough and ended it.”
Having to be satisfied with that response, I help pack our equipment into foam-lined cases, making separate stacks for what we’ll need on our assignment and what we’re done with. Placing a set of night-vision goggles into a case, I freeze with my fingers on the lenses as Heero speaks. “If you want my permission or approval, you have it.”
“Permission to do what?”
“Pursue him, date him, whatever it is you want. Duo and I have been over for a long time – long enough for me not to mind if he has relationships.”
“Where did you get the idea I wanted to? I was simply curious, Heero,” I manage to say, packing the goggles with excruciating care.
“I’ve seen the way you watch him. I’ve noticed how you pay close attention if his name is brought up. When he walks into a room you suddenly find something that needs to be done and leave.”
“That’s not true,” I deny, knowing it is. “I’m curious, just like everyone else.”
Heero is quiet, apparently content to let the subject drop. I wish I hadn’t asked all of those questions, because I don’t know how to deal with what Heero is telling me. Do I really act so strange around Duo? Is it so obvious to anyone other than Heero?
“He thinks you don’t like him.”
The statement has me blinking, turning to my partner with a frown. “What?”
“Duo sees the same things I do, but interprets them differently. He believes you watch him because you don’t trust him and you leave because you don’t approve of him. Which one of us is right, Trowa? Are you attracted to him or do you hate him?”
“I don’t hate him,” I reply, then backtrack. “That doesn’t have to mean I’m attracted to him, either. Like I said, I’m curious about him.”
“If you aren’t attracted to him, you’re either blind or dead. Everyone is attracted to Duo.” Heero meets my eyes, his brows lifting, “You’ve never thought of what it would be like to see him naked, writhing under you, or on top of you? All the energy carries over to when he’s in bed, too. Think of that intensity focused on you, hands running over -”
“Enough!” All the blood in my head has rushed south, and Heero is smirking, clearly amused by my reaction. Turning away to hide the all too obvious bulge straining my pants, I hiss, “He’s attractive, Heero. You know that. Why say things like that? To prove you were together? I’d already assumed that the first time I saw him touch you and you didn’t threaten to shoot him.”
“Why are you aroused?”
If Heero is really that dense he’s been hiding it well all this time. “I’m gay, Heero. For all you know I was picturing you instead of Duo, or Wufei, or a dozen other men I know.”
“Why won’t you just admit you want to sleep with him, at the very least? It wouldn’t be a surprise. You have no idea how many men proposition him when he comes into the office.”
“How many?”
“A lot, but you don’t care, right? He’s just another attractive man to you.”
I do care and I don’t think I’m fooling Heero at all. Working in silence, I try to figure out what I should say, eventually giving up and going for the truth. Heero is my partner, and there aren’t many people that know me as well as he does. “If I’d known about it, I probably would have hurt them. No one should treat him like an object.”
“He’s more than just an attractive man to you.”
“He is, but I don’t know what that means.” I hold up a hand when he narrows dark blue eyes at me. “Heero, I’m not trying to avoid the question. I really don’t understand what I feel.”
“Emotions have never been our strong suit, have they?”
The laugh I give is more than a little bitter. “Don’t be offended but I believed I had a better grasp on my emotions than you– that I comprehended them better. It’s hard to admit that of the two of us, I’m the one confused.”
“I’m not offended,” Heero assures me softly. “You used to understand what you felt. Duo probably has you mixed up. For me, it was the opposite. He helped me gain clarity of my emotions. I bet if you spend more time with him you could sort out what you feel.”
“That’s not likely.” Setting the last box on the stack we would leave behind to be picked up by a support team, I shake my head. “If you had a choice would you spend time with a person you thought liked you or one you thought despised you? Not a real hard choice.”
“You’re right. What if we could come up with a way for you to be with him awhile? You could talk to him.”
The suggestion was ludicrous. Even so, I find some hope, “What are you going to do? Lock us in a closet?”
“Let me think about it until we get back to headquarters.”
“Heero, are you sure you want to help me talk to Duo? There could be another chance for the two of you.” This bothers me, but knowing what I do about Heero, I won’t take away a possible chance for him to be happy.
“I still care for Duo, but not in the same way I used to. We weren’t meant to be together. He needs someone he can open up to and that isn’t me. It took a while for me to admit it never was. I’ve been wondering for some time if you are the one he needs but there hasn’t been an opening to discuss it before now.”
With perfect clarity, I understand I had given him the opportunity by asking seemingly innocent questions. From the leer on his face, I guess he knows I realize this. Not taking the bait, I roll my eyes. “Let’s get ready. He won’t be happy if we’re running late.”
“Could you imagine what he would say if we told him why we were running late?” Heero laughs at the notion and I find myself doing the same, but weakly. It’s going to be a long day.
Pairings: Past 1x2, 3+2
Warnings: There be men in them there hills, doing things they shouldn’t be. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. Yaoi, with a dash of lime. Trowa POV
Special Thanks, as always, to the bestest beta reader ever. Thanks TanithNight!! Without you the commas and dashes would be the death of me.
AN: Feedback always appreciated.
JUST CURIOUS – PART 1
I know I’m staring at the man in the corner of the hotel room, but I can’t stop myself. Without looking away, I address the third member of our team. “Is he going to be all right?”
Heero glances up from his computer, giving the other man a look that lasts only an instant before asking, “Duo, explosives?” Duo’s only reply is a grunt, but it seems to satisfy Heero, the leader of this assignment. “He’s calculating the amount of explosives he needs to blow out the corner of the building where the drugs are being stored without spreading them,” he explains to me.
“So he’s guessing?”
“The amounts will be precisely what we need to get rid of the drugs and not destroy the warehouse. He knows how important the rest of the data is.”
I have my doubts and express them. “He isn’t using any paper or a calculator...not even a pencil.”
“The figures are in his head. They will be correct, Trowa.”
“Contrary to popular belief, I do have a brain.” Duo stands and stretches, much like a cat, reaching his arms toward the cracked tiles on the ceiling. His movements aren’t rushed as he comes to the table Heero and I have been using to plan our attack. I can’t stop staring as one hand casually slides up his shirt to reveal the pale skin, absently scratching his side as he leans over Heero’s back, typing with one hand. “This is what we need. Send the request to base and I’ll pick them up in two hours at the arranged drop point.”
“That’s cutting it close,” Heero grumbles, pushing Duo’s hand away to relay the message.
Duo removes his hand from the computer, yet remains leaning against the cobalt-eyed man, something Heero never allows from anyone else. “One of the compounds I need becomes unstable after a certain amount of time. I’ll pick up the explosives and come back here to pick you two up.”
“We need to go over the plan with you,” I state, blinking when violet eyes unexpectedly pierce me. “We made some alterations while you were busy.”
“I am capable of listening and thinking at the same time, Trowa. I heard the changes you made. I know my part; don’t fuck up yours.” After briefly squeezing Heero’s shoulder, he grabs his jacket. “I have some other things to pick up. Be ready when I get back; the changes you two made puts us on an even tighter schedule than before.”
I watch through the window as he gets into the jeep we’ve been assigned, wondering when this fascination with him began. It hasn’t been a long time yet it isn’t recent, either. At times it feels like I woke up one day and was desperate to know something…anything…about him.
“You shouldn’t treat him like a fool.”
The words startle me as much as the gruff tone. “I didn’t mean to, I’ve never seen someone able to calculate amounts of explosives in their head before. I didn’t intend to sound…cruel.”
“If you name a set of coordinates in space he can tell you what is there, if anything. He can also calculate a launch trajectory in his head.”
“Can you do that?” If anyone else could, it would be Heero with his computer-quick brain.
“No. I’ve travelled with him often, and he’s never been wrong. I stopped checking his calculations the third or fourth time we flew together.”
As always, Heero’s comment leaves me questioning their relationship. Obviously he and Duo get along well. Heero is more accepting of the causal way Duo touches him and Duo appears to understand the grunts and growls Heero’s vocabulary can sometimes consist. There are a dozen of rumors about the two, from our friends and the people that work with Heero and I. Neither one of them has ever confirmed or denied those rumors.
Intending to ask, I open my mouth but what comes out is totally different from what I had planned to say. “What does Duo do?”
“You know his part, Trowa.” Heero doesn’t even look up at me.
“What does he do when he isn’t consulting with the Preventers?”
Now I have Heero’s full attention. His eyes narrow at me, “Why do you want to know?”
“I’m curious.” That’s harder to admit than I believed it would be, and my partner seems even more suspicious. “No one knows anything about him, Heero; In our line of work that’s suspicious and generates curiosity. There are dozens of rumors at the office. He comes in whenever he’s called, appearing out of nowhere, and then leaves when the job is done. Does he have a home, a social life…a boyfriend?” I finally get a reaction when I mention a boyfriend in the form of a glare and a deep blush but now that I’ve started asking questions I can’t make myself stop. “Everyone has a picture of Duo in their minds of a carefree man with no ties to anything and that doesn’t take life seriously. That image doesn’t fit the serious man that just left, so who is he, really?”
Heero looks toward the grimy, cracked glass of the window, face still flushed from the boyfriend question, although his glare has disappeared. “I don’t think anyone knows Duo really. He’s the happy person he seems to be and the one that can make complex calculations in his head. He’s affectionate and open and he’s cautious and wary. He’s a puzzle wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a taco with an unbreakable shell.” Heero sighs, looking back at me, “He doesn’t have a boyfriend that I know. He has a job he can leave if he needs. That’s all I’ll tell you, Trowa. Anything else you can ask yourself. We need to begin preparations.”
He stands, shutting down the laptop and packing it away carefully. Heero might consider the topic settled, but I don’t. “Why aren’t you his boyfriend? You care for each other.”
Heero doesn’t pause as he packs up the various electronics set up in the room. “I was, for a while.”
It’s difficult to figure out which is more of a shock, that they had been together and kept it a secret, or the real regret I can hear in Heero’s voice. “Why aren’t you anymore? You still have feelings for him, don’t you?”
“People believe I’m cold or hard to talk to; between the two of us, Duo turned out to be the one who couldn’t open up. There were parts of him I could never reach. Eventually, I realized what we had wasn’t enough and ended it.”
Having to be satisfied with that response, I help pack our equipment into foam-lined cases, making separate stacks for what we’ll need on our assignment and what we’re done with. Placing a set of night-vision goggles into a case, I freeze with my fingers on the lenses as Heero speaks. “If you want my permission or approval, you have it.”
“Permission to do what?”
“Pursue him, date him, whatever it is you want. Duo and I have been over for a long time – long enough for me not to mind if he has relationships.”
“Where did you get the idea I wanted to? I was simply curious, Heero,” I manage to say, packing the goggles with excruciating care.
“I’ve seen the way you watch him. I’ve noticed how you pay close attention if his name is brought up. When he walks into a room you suddenly find something that needs to be done and leave.”
“That’s not true,” I deny, knowing it is. “I’m curious, just like everyone else.”
Heero is quiet, apparently content to let the subject drop. I wish I hadn’t asked all of those questions, because I don’t know how to deal with what Heero is telling me. Do I really act so strange around Duo? Is it so obvious to anyone other than Heero?
“He thinks you don’t like him.”
The statement has me blinking, turning to my partner with a frown. “What?”
“Duo sees the same things I do, but interprets them differently. He believes you watch him because you don’t trust him and you leave because you don’t approve of him. Which one of us is right, Trowa? Are you attracted to him or do you hate him?”
“I don’t hate him,” I reply, then backtrack. “That doesn’t have to mean I’m attracted to him, either. Like I said, I’m curious about him.”
“If you aren’t attracted to him, you’re either blind or dead. Everyone is attracted to Duo.” Heero meets my eyes, his brows lifting, “You’ve never thought of what it would be like to see him naked, writhing under you, or on top of you? All the energy carries over to when he’s in bed, too. Think of that intensity focused on you, hands running over -”
“Enough!” All the blood in my head has rushed south, and Heero is smirking, clearly amused by my reaction. Turning away to hide the all too obvious bulge straining my pants, I hiss, “He’s attractive, Heero. You know that. Why say things like that? To prove you were together? I’d already assumed that the first time I saw him touch you and you didn’t threaten to shoot him.”
“Why are you aroused?”
If Heero is really that dense he’s been hiding it well all this time. “I’m gay, Heero. For all you know I was picturing you instead of Duo, or Wufei, or a dozen other men I know.”
“Why won’t you just admit you want to sleep with him, at the very least? It wouldn’t be a surprise. You have no idea how many men proposition him when he comes into the office.”
“How many?”
“A lot, but you don’t care, right? He’s just another attractive man to you.”
I do care and I don’t think I’m fooling Heero at all. Working in silence, I try to figure out what I should say, eventually giving up and going for the truth. Heero is my partner, and there aren’t many people that know me as well as he does. “If I’d known about it, I probably would have hurt them. No one should treat him like an object.”
“He’s more than just an attractive man to you.”
“He is, but I don’t know what that means.” I hold up a hand when he narrows dark blue eyes at me. “Heero, I’m not trying to avoid the question. I really don’t understand what I feel.”
“Emotions have never been our strong suit, have they?”
The laugh I give is more than a little bitter. “Don’t be offended but I believed I had a better grasp on my emotions than you– that I comprehended them better. It’s hard to admit that of the two of us, I’m the one confused.”
“I’m not offended,” Heero assures me softly. “You used to understand what you felt. Duo probably has you mixed up. For me, it was the opposite. He helped me gain clarity of my emotions. I bet if you spend more time with him you could sort out what you feel.”
“That’s not likely.” Setting the last box on the stack we would leave behind to be picked up by a support team, I shake my head. “If you had a choice would you spend time with a person you thought liked you or one you thought despised you? Not a real hard choice.”
“You’re right. What if we could come up with a way for you to be with him awhile? You could talk to him.”
The suggestion was ludicrous. Even so, I find some hope, “What are you going to do? Lock us in a closet?”
“Let me think about it until we get back to headquarters.”
“Heero, are you sure you want to help me talk to Duo? There could be another chance for the two of you.” This bothers me, but knowing what I do about Heero, I won’t take away a possible chance for him to be happy.
“I still care for Duo, but not in the same way I used to. We weren’t meant to be together. He needs someone he can open up to and that isn’t me. It took a while for me to admit it never was. I’ve been wondering for some time if you are the one he needs but there hasn’t been an opening to discuss it before now.”
With perfect clarity, I understand I had given him the opportunity by asking seemingly innocent questions. From the leer on his face, I guess he knows I realize this. Not taking the bait, I roll my eyes. “Let’s get ready. He won’t be happy if we’re running late.”
“Could you imagine what he would say if we told him why we were running late?” Heero laughs at the notion and I find myself doing the same, but weakly. It’s going to be a long day.