Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Making Sense ❯ Chapter 1
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By: priscel 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Drama | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.25.2007 | Updated On: 04.27.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 464 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Drama | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.25.2007 | Updated On: 04.27.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 464 | Status: Completed
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing nor its characters, so don't sue. Just having a wee bit of fun... can ya blame me? ^_^
Warnings: Shounen ai/yaoi, some swearing, groping
Pairings: 1x2
Making Sense 1/2
by priscel
He stretched, his long body tensing briefly then flexing causing his muscles to ripple beneath the thin cotton of his wrinkled gray shirt. He grimaced, deep blue eyes scanning his room not really looking for anything in particular yet trying to discern what had woken him. He scratched absently where his thigh met morning stiffness beneath his black shorts and rubbed the back of his head before bringing his hand to rest atop of his tousled, thick mocha hair. He breathed, a heavy feeling he couldn't recall the reason for through the fog in his head seemed to settle on his chest. He rubbed at it, but the pressure in his bladder demanded his immediate attention. He ventured out into the common area of his shared two bedroom apartment, and walked purposefully to the bathroom, absently kicking one of his roommate's shoes out of his way.
"Ah, Duo!" He heard followed by something thumping against the door. Heero flushed in embarrassment at first when he heard the feminine cry but then his brows bunched in thought when a pained grunt followed.
"No, don't!" Heero had the door open and was inside the bathroom before he breathed out again. He regretted not waiting until he was fully awake and then he would've remembered the bar Duo had talked him into going to and the subsequent party being had there an hour later.
Heero snorted, his hangover which had been twiddling its thumbs in back of his head, hitting him with the full force of one of those eighteen wheeler trucks Duo always complained about when he woke with one. He had to agree the metaphor was an accurate assessment of the incessant throbbing's first jolting knocks. Although at the party, it was more like he'd been dragged and Duo dove in head first with a face splitting grin. He knew Duo well enough to know it was fake even in his drunken stupor back at the bar - Addison's. Why had he been drinking exactly? And why... Well 'why' was always a good place to start, the other questions would be answered respectively.
He partially remembered feeling anxious over telling Duo about how he felt then having the floor pulled out from under him. Hilde had proposed and he didn't hear much after that. Some pompous arse came to their table boosting about being Addison's Dionysian champ at knocking back tequila shots and their nearly illegal tequila deviations. It was a challenge, one of those welcomed distractions that Duo always hinted at but he could never tell his roommate that he was one distraction he enjoyed most.
What had he wanted to say? It was irrelevant now. It was clear where Duo's preferences lie. Even though he couldn't deny the blush in his cheeks from a shirtless Duo tangled up with one of the girls from the bar with all her clothes half off. Heero kept his face blank even though his disappointment was clear in his eyes. The woman, Chantel he recalled, smiled up at him with kissed, bruised lips and an arm full of Duo.
"Hey..."
Heero did an about-face and closed the bathroom door, personal need forgotten at the thought of Duo's face pressed against the woman's neck. He took in, without really thinking about it, how Duo's shirt was carelessly thrown on the sofa and his other shoe and socks trailing from his bedroom door.
"Hey you jerk!" Heero jumped as the door was yanked open and he almost fell, saving himself with a quick grab at the sink counter. He glared murder but instead the look was paled by the sudden queasiness that washed over him as he confronted a red-faced brunette, angrily pulling her spaghetti strap back up her shoulder. "Listen he's your friend, how could you leave him at the bar like that?!"
Heero looked away and blinked in shock when the cocky girl pushed him toward Duo who she had managed to sit on the tub's rim where he slouched to the left, leaning against the wall. Heero pushed past the throb that resided some place between his ears and nose, berating himself for letting her slip past his defenses so easily. He needed to start training again.
He straightened, staring at Duo with his messy braid coiled around his arm, his cheeks flushed pink and his bangs all hanging to one side of his face. But like always his ever-expressive face was open, vulnerable and Heero remembered how much that had annoyed him during the war. Duo being Duo: carefree, laid back, pain-in-the-ass Deathscythe pilot with impeccable skill even though his mouth never stopped when they had orders or missions to carryout. It made him curious as to why Duo would drink himself under the table while in a room full of unknowns.
The answer whispered to him but he refused to listen, the one time he'd done that was the reason he'd up and left. Guilt and shame raked through him, his shoulders slumping over the thought of having left Duo behind. In all the times they'd been captured, despite the ingrained protocol that required him to eliminate compromised soldiers even if they were comrades, they hadn't left anyone behind. He watched as Duo muttered something that was incomprehensible even to him with his lip reading skills and he caught himself, his eyes lingering on Duo's unusually dark lips.
'That's right...' he let the thought go suddenly finding his bare toes on the tiled bathroom floor more interesting. He was different too, he reminded himself that he wasn't under Doctor J's thumb anymore. They weren't living by the minute with the possibility of being caught, tortured or even killed by more then what threaten everyone else hanging over their heads. He didn't need to train for that anymore. There wasn't a war anymore. He could pursue other things, things he wanted... his eyes flicked up before he could stop them, settling on the steady rise and fall of Duo's chest.
He wanted a life; that had never been one of his objectives before the end of the war.
He smirked at nothing, wondering if this introspection was the alcohol talking. Could he really blame the alcohol though? 'Hell yeah,' he chuckled to himself feeling more alive with the ache in his head and took another shove from Chantel with a grimace.
"Don't forget that there's a speaker coming in for class tomorrow. The Prof expects you to be class mediator suck up." Heero felt the divot forming between his brows before his lips could even make the twitch downward at the corners that spoke of his displeasure. The slight lift in his eyebrows indicated his confusion when he noted Chantel's opinion held none of the spite it implied, it sounded like she was fond of him. He glanced at her and she smiled, yawning and checking her watch. "Pfft, tell Duo I can't stay and I'm doubly sorry I'm not his type."
'Right.' Heero thought sourly, turning toward the sink.
"I don't have the right anatomy for it." She added with a suggestive laugh causing Heero to catch her winking at him in the mirror and then see her wave when he peeked out into their living room as the door closed behind her.
He shook his head hoping to clear it and instantly regretted it, his head was still a throbbing mess. He turned on the water and splashed his face a couple times before drinking two swallows from the faucet. He hung there for a long moment, letting the cool water run over his forehead. He wiped his face, glancing into the mirror and caught sight of Duo sliding backwards, falling toward the tub.
tbc...
Warnings: Shounen ai/yaoi, some swearing, groping
Pairings: 1x2
Making Sense 1/2
by priscel
He stretched, his long body tensing briefly then flexing causing his muscles to ripple beneath the thin cotton of his wrinkled gray shirt. He grimaced, deep blue eyes scanning his room not really looking for anything in particular yet trying to discern what had woken him. He scratched absently where his thigh met morning stiffness beneath his black shorts and rubbed the back of his head before bringing his hand to rest atop of his tousled, thick mocha hair. He breathed, a heavy feeling he couldn't recall the reason for through the fog in his head seemed to settle on his chest. He rubbed at it, but the pressure in his bladder demanded his immediate attention. He ventured out into the common area of his shared two bedroom apartment, and walked purposefully to the bathroom, absently kicking one of his roommate's shoes out of his way.
"Ah, Duo!" He heard followed by something thumping against the door. Heero flushed in embarrassment at first when he heard the feminine cry but then his brows bunched in thought when a pained grunt followed.
"No, don't!" Heero had the door open and was inside the bathroom before he breathed out again. He regretted not waiting until he was fully awake and then he would've remembered the bar Duo had talked him into going to and the subsequent party being had there an hour later.
Heero snorted, his hangover which had been twiddling its thumbs in back of his head, hitting him with the full force of one of those eighteen wheeler trucks Duo always complained about when he woke with one. He had to agree the metaphor was an accurate assessment of the incessant throbbing's first jolting knocks. Although at the party, it was more like he'd been dragged and Duo dove in head first with a face splitting grin. He knew Duo well enough to know it was fake even in his drunken stupor back at the bar - Addison's. Why had he been drinking exactly? And why... Well 'why' was always a good place to start, the other questions would be answered respectively.
He partially remembered feeling anxious over telling Duo about how he felt then having the floor pulled out from under him. Hilde had proposed and he didn't hear much after that. Some pompous arse came to their table boosting about being Addison's Dionysian champ at knocking back tequila shots and their nearly illegal tequila deviations. It was a challenge, one of those welcomed distractions that Duo always hinted at but he could never tell his roommate that he was one distraction he enjoyed most.
What had he wanted to say? It was irrelevant now. It was clear where Duo's preferences lie. Even though he couldn't deny the blush in his cheeks from a shirtless Duo tangled up with one of the girls from the bar with all her clothes half off. Heero kept his face blank even though his disappointment was clear in his eyes. The woman, Chantel he recalled, smiled up at him with kissed, bruised lips and an arm full of Duo.
"Hey..."
Heero did an about-face and closed the bathroom door, personal need forgotten at the thought of Duo's face pressed against the woman's neck. He took in, without really thinking about it, how Duo's shirt was carelessly thrown on the sofa and his other shoe and socks trailing from his bedroom door.
"Hey you jerk!" Heero jumped as the door was yanked open and he almost fell, saving himself with a quick grab at the sink counter. He glared murder but instead the look was paled by the sudden queasiness that washed over him as he confronted a red-faced brunette, angrily pulling her spaghetti strap back up her shoulder. "Listen he's your friend, how could you leave him at the bar like that?!"
Heero looked away and blinked in shock when the cocky girl pushed him toward Duo who she had managed to sit on the tub's rim where he slouched to the left, leaning against the wall. Heero pushed past the throb that resided some place between his ears and nose, berating himself for letting her slip past his defenses so easily. He needed to start training again.
He straightened, staring at Duo with his messy braid coiled around his arm, his cheeks flushed pink and his bangs all hanging to one side of his face. But like always his ever-expressive face was open, vulnerable and Heero remembered how much that had annoyed him during the war. Duo being Duo: carefree, laid back, pain-in-the-ass Deathscythe pilot with impeccable skill even though his mouth never stopped when they had orders or missions to carryout. It made him curious as to why Duo would drink himself under the table while in a room full of unknowns.
The answer whispered to him but he refused to listen, the one time he'd done that was the reason he'd up and left. Guilt and shame raked through him, his shoulders slumping over the thought of having left Duo behind. In all the times they'd been captured, despite the ingrained protocol that required him to eliminate compromised soldiers even if they were comrades, they hadn't left anyone behind. He watched as Duo muttered something that was incomprehensible even to him with his lip reading skills and he caught himself, his eyes lingering on Duo's unusually dark lips.
'That's right...' he let the thought go suddenly finding his bare toes on the tiled bathroom floor more interesting. He was different too, he reminded himself that he wasn't under Doctor J's thumb anymore. They weren't living by the minute with the possibility of being caught, tortured or even killed by more then what threaten everyone else hanging over their heads. He didn't need to train for that anymore. There wasn't a war anymore. He could pursue other things, things he wanted... his eyes flicked up before he could stop them, settling on the steady rise and fall of Duo's chest.
He wanted a life; that had never been one of his objectives before the end of the war.
He smirked at nothing, wondering if this introspection was the alcohol talking. Could he really blame the alcohol though? 'Hell yeah,' he chuckled to himself feeling more alive with the ache in his head and took another shove from Chantel with a grimace.
"Don't forget that there's a speaker coming in for class tomorrow. The Prof expects you to be class mediator suck up." Heero felt the divot forming between his brows before his lips could even make the twitch downward at the corners that spoke of his displeasure. The slight lift in his eyebrows indicated his confusion when he noted Chantel's opinion held none of the spite it implied, it sounded like she was fond of him. He glanced at her and she smiled, yawning and checking her watch. "Pfft, tell Duo I can't stay and I'm doubly sorry I'm not his type."
'Right.' Heero thought sourly, turning toward the sink.
"I don't have the right anatomy for it." She added with a suggestive laugh causing Heero to catch her winking at him in the mirror and then see her wave when he peeked out into their living room as the door closed behind her.
He shook his head hoping to clear it and instantly regretted it, his head was still a throbbing mess. He turned on the water and splashed his face a couple times before drinking two swallows from the faucet. He hung there for a long moment, letting the cool water run over his forehead. He wiped his face, glancing into the mirror and caught sight of Duo sliding backwards, falling toward the tub.
tbc...