Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Nothing at All ❯ Chapter One and Two ( Chapter 1 )

Nothing at All

This is my second GW fan fic. This one will be a lot better than the first one! A lot better! This is a yaoi fic (1x2 to be honest) and if you don't like yaoi or have problems with yaoi then don't read this! I do not own Gundam Wing by the way or Heero, Duo or Relena. BTW, OOCness.

One: Goodbye

Relena,

I need to meet you tonight in the garden.

Heero.

That was all the note had said. Heero Yuy wanted to meet Relena Darlian in the peace garden of the L3 Colony. She waited patiently in the rose encrusted memorial to the late Heero Yuy for the man she loved more than anything in the world did. Her dirty blond hair was gracefully flowing in the crisp autumn breeze. The Queen of the World was wearing a matching cream coloured skirt and blouse. The skirt was billowing out in the cold wind. Relena instinctively rolled up the collar of the light blue jacket she was wearing. Inside the pockets of the coat, the Vice-Foreign Minister pulled out two leather gloves, one for each hand and wriggled them onto her slender fingers. Come on Heero, hurry up! Relena thought with some annoyance. The note had not given a specific time or place, just a day. The day was Friday the thirteenth, After Colony 198.

"You got my note, I see." Heero said from the northern entrance.

Startled by his sudden appearance, Relena jumped approximately six feet in the air. "Heero, you scared me." She said breathlessly. She then began to eye the pilot of Wing Zero intently. His dark brown hair had remained the same and the beautiful cobalt blue eyes had a dark shadow transfixed over them. He was considerably taller than he had been just over a year ago. Heero had also filled out. He was no longer scrawny looking, but a well-muscled young man. The almost skintight dark blue jeans he wore showed off his well-sculpted lower body. He was probably the only one who could pull off wearing a dark gray hand-knitted turtleneck that was covered by a brown leather overcoat left open. The ensemble was completed by the ageless olive/white running shoes he always wore.

"It's been awhile, Heero. How have you been?"

"Relena, I need to talk to you."

Relena was taken aback by the perfect soldier's straightforwardness.

"Alright."

Heero paused for a moment, unsure of what to say. "Relena…I…can't be with you." He blurted out.

Relena was in a state of disbelief. She began to laugh. "You're joking right?"

Heero shook his head, confirming Relena's fears. She sank down to the stone bench, tears stinging her eyes. "But why, Heero?" she sobbed.

"There's someone else. You're…not my type."

The Vice-Foreign Minister rose from the bench to stare coldly at the Perfect Soldier. She glared at him, the knuckles on her right hand going stark white. Heero stared at her, a blank expression washing over his face. He was anticipating the moment when Relena would slap him. It had happened before.

Then it happened. Relena struck him hard with that clenched right fist. A dark purple bruise started to form almost instantaneously. Heero then spit the blood out of his mouth. Then he smiled, "Funny that almost hurt." He stated in a flat, unemotional tone.

Relena frowned and rubbed her now sore hand. Then she smiled in malice. "Goodbye, Heero Yuy. I don't need you anyway."

Two: Nursing a Wound

Heero sat in an overstuffed dark blue easy chair in the corner of a dimly lit bachelor's apartment. He was nursing that bruise suffered at the hands of one Relena Darlian. He may have said it had not hurt but, Heero lied. He had shed the tight jeans and sweater for something a little more comfortable. The pilot of Wing Zero had slipped into the black spandex and green tank top while holding a bag of crushed ice to the purple side of his face. A telephone ringing shook him out of deep thought. He rose from the chair, crossed the beige coloured carpet, and picked up the portable phone. "Hello?"

"Yo! How's it goin' Heero?" Duo Maxwell nearly screamed.

"Duo, whaddya want now?"

"Geez, Heero. I just wanted to know how it went with Relena." The pilot of the Gundam Deathscythe Hell replied in an injured tone.

"She socked me one in the face."

"What?! The bitch punched ya in the face?!"

"Yeah." Heero stated. "Did you want….to come over?" he asked hesitantly.

"Why are you hesitating Heero? Of course I'll come!"

~~**~~

It had perhaps been about fifteen minutes after their brief conversation on the telephone until Duo showed up. There was a light rapping on the door of the Perfect Soldier's apartment door. Heero opened the door to see Duo, wearing a red shirt and navy blue khakis. The violet coloured eyes shone in the bright lights of the hallway and his long brown hair had been haphazardly assembled into a braid that was falling apart. Duo quickly let himself him and discarded the black loafers at the door. The pilot of Gundam 02 eyed the hand that covered up the fist-sized bruise on the left side of Heero's face. Duo frowned in anger and brushed his comrade's hand aside. Looking at the bruise, Duo whistled. "She got you good. But I know something that will make you forget your pain." He murmured before he lightly kissed the bruise on Heero's face.

Stepping back in surprise, Heero stared at Duo, a smile of pleasure creeping onto his normally calm face. "I've felt the same way since I first met you, Duo."

Duo smiled in delight and glanced over at the palette on the floor and the small set of drawers by the futon mattress. "Do you have any?" Duo asked eagerly.

"Yeah. Third drawer." Heero replied, referring to the "magic liquid".

Duo pulled Heero to him and they lovingly kissed each other; their tongues tasting the others. Duo began to tug at his red shirt as Heero pulled it over his head and left it there temporarily. Heero caressed Duo's flat chest and firm abs as he worked on loosening the khakis. However, had raised Heero up and guided him over to the bed, quickly proceeding to remove the green tank top that graced the young man's upper half. Heero layed Duo down on the soft palette as he succeeded in removing the khakis, pulling Duo's underwear down with them. Duo quickly yanked off Heero's blank spandex shorts and revealed the half-aroused member.

Duo smiled in pleasure as Heero quickly set to work on his manhood, groaning in pleasure with every swift movement of Heero's mouth. Duo almost shrieked when he came in his lover's mouth. Then Duo was rummaging in the third drawer, looking for the lube. When he found it, he squirted a fair sized portion out of the tube and smeared it over pulsating member. He then slowly entered the perfect soldier, waiting for Heero to adjust before he began his rhythm.

Slowly but surely, the two young pilots became one. Groaning in delight with each passing moment until Heero climaxed. The two fell to the large mattress a mess of arms, legs and long brown hair. Heero lay in Duo's arms breathing softly onto his chest, asleep. Duo cradled Heero in a half doze contentedly. "Good night sweet. It was nothing at all."

~owari~