Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Long Time To Cry ❯ 1,576,800 Minutes ( Chapter 5 )

Author's Note:

Gahhh… War started today. There are two major tests tomorrow and one essay due. I have not studied or written anything. Blehhhh… so naturally, of course, I am here, writing my fanfic :p hehehehe… ^^;; I wish this paid. Then I could write more decent fanfics, and not have to go to school, because I'd have a job anyway. Pff. Hmmm… anyone wonder where this fic is going? I have an idea for a painful horrible death for Releena, but I'm not sure if it's quite satisfying enough… if anyone wants to put in their two bits, or tell me where this story should go (i.e… lend me plotbunnies ^^ Tell me what to do! Should my characters… crashland and enter hippyville and have mad sex every morning in a polkadotted room? I mean… I have no idea what to do with this…. Ehe… feedback telling me where I should go with it is nice… **pleads** help me think, oh wise ones! Oh… and I'm not sure if anyone likes my writing style, but if they DO…. I do request fics. **waves little banner** just because I have no life :p My only rule about request fics is that there must be absolutely zilch zip nada NO straight pairings with the g-boys. I swear, they just weren't meant to swing that way. ^^;;) Oh… and this chapter? A few hours have passed. They've just been talking about pretty much nothing to each other while we weren't watching, no worries ;p

This one's for Googuru Shoujo ^^ I hope this didn't end on too evil a note for you…. It just sort of… ends with… um… anticipation (hopefully) for more to come…. ^^

Warnings: sap, possibly sex ahead. My plot is dying. *inserts lemonesque scene to try and make up for it* ^^;; And… boobs are mentioned. ^^;;

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"Heero?" The flight was around halfway over. Duo was snuggled into Heero's lap, head resting cozily on Heero's thighs, his long braid undone and splayed across them.

"Hn?"

"What did I mean to you… during the war?" Duo tilted his head back, slightly, so that he could look up at Heero as he spoke to him.

"You were… my friend." Heero began slowly, as if he had never really thought about it before… and perhaps he hadn't, "But then you were my lover. And then you were the person I had to keep safe at all costs."

"And now?" Duo prompted, curious.

"And now… you are me." Heero's voice was slow and hesitating. He didn't normally talk about his feelings to others, and had difficulty putting them to words.

"I am you?" Duo was more than a bit confused. What kind of answer was that?

"If you get hurt, I know that somehow, I will feel it…" Heero tried to explain, "If you are happy, I become happy. If you are angry, I share that anger. You are me. I am you. There is no difference."

That wasn't, admittedly, at all the answer Duo had been expecting, but he just nodded… that was as close to a confession of love as the Zero Pilot had ever made, and it more than satisfied him.

Duo had apparently misestimated the time, as he felt the plane begin to descend. His ears popped, and he rubbed them, irritated.

"How will you get off the plane unnoticed?"

Duo grinned. "With my charm, of course. Heero? Be a dear and hand me your motion-sickness recepticle, won't you?" He heard Heero grumble slightly at being addressed such… `dear' had never suited him… but he passed the requested barf-bag to Duo, almost curious to see what he would do with it.

Duo said nothing, and merely inflated the bag slightly, as though it were a balloon, and rolled the top down so that none of the air could escape. He reached into the pocket in front of his own seat and did the same thing with the bag he found there. He put the two side by side, examining them for a moment, then, satisfied that they were the same size, stuffed them down the front of his shirt.

Heero coughed slightly… Heero didn't laugh much. His discreet `cough' was the best compliment a comedian could get. The fact that he coughed a little harder when Duo's new `cleavage' slid down his shirt to his stomach made Duo suspect that the coughing was just that - laughter.

Duo mock-glared at Heero.

"I know, I know, it's very funny. But you could make yourself usefull. Hand me the pillow."

When Heero passed the said article to him, Duo pretended to sniff indignance, removing the case of the pillow. He ripped the closed end open, but left the side-seams in place. He stripped off his shirt.

Heero looked like he appreciated it.

Moments later, Duo pulled on the pillow case… it was like a rather tight tube-top. He stuffed the inflated bags into it, and they didn't slide. Much better, Duo decided, and pulled his shirt back over his head.

A strange noise made him turn quickly, but it was only Heero. Laughing. Heero was laughing. Not even cough-laughing, but real, beautiful laughter. Duo tried to sum up another playful glare, but couldn't.

"You're just jealous because there aren't enough supplies for YOU to have boobs." Duo teased, making a few final adjustments to make sure his `breasts' were in the correct place.

Heero only laughed harder. After a few moments, when he had calmed down, he looked at his watch. And began to laugh again. Duo really couldn't see what was so funny about the time, but peered over to look at Heero's watch also…

"We still have two more hours before we land," Heero gasped between laughs, "That was just turbulence."

Duo needed no more information… he pulled his shirt back off, removing his disguise. It was effective, but uncomfortable. It could wait until it was needed. He reached back for the shirt and… It wasn't there. He glanced around, wondering where he could set it down.

"Looking for this?" Heero dangled the shirt in front of him, and Duo dived for it, "No, no… You don't get it back just yet."

Maybe some good had come from him being with Releena; he was more playful now. Heero was willing enough to play keep-away with Duo, who certainly didn't mind once he understood. The less clothing articles between him and Heero, the happier he was. He attempted an innocent glance at Heero, looking up between his lashes, but it came off as sultry.

Heero, who had a bad reputation for rejecting invitations, took this one. One strong hand clamped onto Duo's shoulder, pulling him forward. Duo, good little lover that he was, allowed himself to be pulled. Heero, always ungentle, fairly dragged Duo by the hair, bringing his mouth against his own.

Duo, being sane, did not resist. But really. Would you?

Heero nipped at Duo's bottom lip, then clamped down on it and tugged gently with his teeth. Duo purred, enjoying the attention. After three years of almost no contact, this was bliss. The once-thief slid his slender, quick hands into Heero's shirt, fingers tracing the base of his spine. Heero shuddered, just as Duo had remembered him doing at the same motion so many years ago…

Wickedly, Duo set out to put to use what other things he could remember… He pulled away from Heero's mouth, and Heero let him, with one last nip. Duo leaned down, pressing the back of Heero's torso forward so that Heero was forced to arch upward, tilting his neck back automatically. This was what Duo had been waiting for; in a moment he had attached himself to the spot just above Heero's collarbone, where his shoulder and neck met, and traced slow, lazy circles there with his tongue, drawing first soft moans and then hisses when he grazed the area with his teeth.

He pulled back, surveying the effects… yes, Heero's body had not changed much. He still knew the ways to drive the seemingly stoic pilot insane… Right now, Heero was panting, slumped back in his seat, eyes dialated and focused on Duo with unhidden hunger… Duo doubted that Heero even knew what he was doing as he licked his lips, unconsciously giving Duo a taste of his own medicine… teasing.

Duo was a merciless tease.

He leaned over to the other shoulder, attacking the untouched skin there with renewed energy. Heero, already having let some of his control go, was a bit more vocal than before this time… Duo paused for a moment to grin, before returning to his `task'.

Two hours? This could be fun…