Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Perfectly Human ❯ Separation ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: kainogenesis 
Duo's leaving on a mission, without Heero.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 11.08.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 773 | Status: Work In Progress
Duo's leaving on a mission, without Heero.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Shounen | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 11.08.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 773 | Status: Work In Progress
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Warnings: yaoi, lemons, semi-PWP, sap, fluff, language, alternating POVs, and a not-suave-in-the-sack Heero--for now, hehe.
Takes place after Endless Waltz. Trowa and Quatre are together, Duo and Heero live and work together, and Wufei is married to Sally. This fic was originally meant to be a pure PWP series, but a bit of plot snuck in and bit me on the keister. However, this does contain graphic accounts of homosexual sex. You have been warned. ;-)
I own nothing. Nothing at all. The Gundam Boys are not mine.
***
Two hours, I reminded myself. I only had two hours before Duo had to leave for a week-long assignment with Wufei. I was required to testify in court for a separate case, so I wouldn’t be going with them. I was not happy about the separation. Which reminded me, I now only had one hour and fifty-five minutes. I sighed, which brought his attention to me.
“This is really good, Heero. Thanks,” Duo said around a mouthful of the pancakes I had made him. I couldn’t stand the syrupy things, but he loved them, so I had found myself dragging out the batter this morning. I was pleased that he liked them, but told him, “Baka, chew with your mouth closed.”
He stuck his tongue out at me, covered in half-eaten pancake, and then turned his attention back to eating. I took the opportunity to watch him. He was, simply, a beautiful man, and it wasn’t just his uniquely colored eyes, or even his thigh-length hair, although they both definitely added to his appeal. No, it was something that was both less tangible and more devastating. It was the way he laughed, talked, smiled, breathed, moved. It was life, and Duo exuded it in spades, Shinigami be damned. I was enthralled by it. Even now, watching him do nothing more than lift the fork to his lips, I felt it. I wanted him. I only had one hour and forty-five minutes to have him.
“Earth to Heero,” Duo said, waving a hand in front of my face and pulling me from my thoughts. “Are you still with me, babe?”
“I was watching you eat.”
“Why?”
*Because you’re beautiful,* I thought, but didn’t say it out loud. “Hurry and finish.”
He rolled his eyes and resumed eating, but his silence didn’t last long. “So, Heero,” he began, pushing the remains of his food around on his plate. I wondered why he wouldn’t meet my eyes. “I’m getting home on Valentine’s Day. Want to do something?”
I thought of the last time Duo had wanted to do something, and something had turned out to be a skeezy night club that a coworker had told him about. The night had ended with me having to even up the odds in a brawl started by the braided troublemaker, with Quatre’s diplomacy skills having to be called in to keep us both from being arrested. I shuddered at the memory. “Like what?”
“I don’t know. Out to dinner, maybe?”
I considered his suggestion for a moment. I wasn’t sure if he really wanted to go out, or if this was another one of his attempts to make me more sociable. Although, I realized, Duo wanted to make me sociable because *he* was sociable, so he probably *did* want to go out. I frowned, but I was willing to go if he really wanted to, and opened my mouth to tell him so, but he was already speaking.
“Never mind, Heero. It was a stupid idea now that I think about it. I’ll be too tired after this assignment, anyway.” I thought he sounded disappointed, but his statement was logical, so I didn’t argue. Then, with a jolt, my inner clock reminded me that I only had an hour and a half before he left. I was running out of time.
I eyed his plate; it was empty. “Would you like more pancakes, Duo?”
He patted his lean stomach and grinned at me. “Nah, I’m stuffed.”
Not yet, I thought as I stood and pushed my chair from the table. “Good,” I told him. “Come with me.” He quirked an inquisitive eyebrow, but followed me readily enough.
I led him straight to the bedroom we shared, wasting no time once we got there. “Take off your clothes,” I said. My voice was already hoarse with wanting him. One hour and twenty minutes. “We don’t have much time, and I want to have sex with you before you go.”
He made a face at me, but began undressing anyway. “Do you always have to be so...blunt?”
I didn’t know what he was complaining about. “You don’t want to fuck?”
I saw him flinch at the word “fuck”, and this confused me even more. Duo cursed like a spacer--creatively and fluently.
“It’s not that , Heero,” he answered once he had wrestled his way out of his shirt. “You know I want to...be with you whenever I get the chance. You are one hot tamale.” He flashed me a grinning leer that heated my groin, then his face assumed an almost shy expression. Whatever it was that was bothering him, it was obvious he had given it a lot of thought. I filed this away to explore later. “It’s just that sometimes, it would be nice if...”
His face was turning an interesting shade of pink. “If what?”
His face flushed darker, and I could see him bite the inside of his cheek before answering. “If you were a bit more...sensual...or creative...about the whole process.”
I wanted to understand what he was asking me for, but I didn’t, and our time together was fading quickly. The realization made my voice a bit harsher than it should have been. “We don’t have time for this, Duo. You have to leave soon. Do you want to have sex, or not?”
“Sheesh, Heero, what guy could refuse such a romantic offer,” he said with a snort, but finished undressing. “Well? You said you wanted to...fuck me. Are you just going to stand there all morning?”
“Hn,” I replied, which wasn’t much of a reply at all, but I was busy removing my own clothing. His mention of romance had caught my attention, in light of his earlier criticism, but the sight of his rising arousal drove all thoughts from my head except the desire to be inside him as soon as possible. I had one hour and fifteen minutes left. I stepped close enough to deliver one hard, quick kiss to his lips, then said, “Turn around.”
He complied, bending gracefully over the bed, and wrapped his fingers around the wrought-iron railing of the footboard. My mouth went dry and my cock gave a violent shudder at the view he presented. His chestnut braid trailed down the creamy expanse of his back, and the perfect globes of his ass were presented to me in invitation. He gave me a half-lidded glance over his shoulder, and must have caught the look of lust on my face, for he winked at me.
“C’mon, Heero. Do me, already. Time’s wasting.”
“Aa,” I agreed, snatching the lube from a bedside table, then slathering it on my fingers and aching cock. I hoped he would be ready for me quickly--I felt near to bursting just from the sight of him. With this in mind, I slid a finger into him, loosening the tight ring of muscle until I could work two fingers into his passage. Duo arched his back and hissed between his teeth, so I stilled my hand.
“Hurt?”
“Nn-no. Just slow down a little, babe.”
“Understood.” I gently crooked my fingers and twisted them until I felt him relax more, then added another digit. Soon, he was panting and thrusting back onto my hand. He was ready for me. Removing my fingers, I positioned myself at his opening, grasped his hips firmly, and pushed inside in one slick thrust. My eyes fell closed as his heat enveloped me. The feeling was incredible. It was heavenly. It was home.
“Nnnn...Heero...feels good,” he said, sounding breathless.
“Agreed,” I said, placing a kiss on his spine between his shoulder blades before tightening my grip on him. “Hold on, Duo.”
“It’s gonna be a bumpy ride, huh?” He quipped.
I didn’t answer, but when I saw his hands tighten on the footboard, I let go of my restraint, pulling back and slamming into him with enough force that the bed frame cracked against the wall with a loud bang. Duo fairly shouted, tossing his head so wildly that his braid whipped across my face. I grabbed it, wrapping it around my wrist.
“More, Heero.”
Yes, more. That sounded like a great idea, so I obliged him, pumping into him as fast as I could. When I knew I was close, I reached in front of him to grasp his arousal, milking him in time with my thrusts. Within minutes I felt his inner muscles clamping down on my erection, and he began sobbing my name. That’s all it took to send me over the edge with him. I pistoned into him one last time, then nearly tumbled us both onto the bed as my release hit me and my knees gave out.
“Damn, Duo,” I managed to groan as I pulled out of him and helped him to stand. “That was...was...”
Duo turned and looped his arms around my neck, leaning into me. “Wonderful?” He supplied with a grin.
“Aa,” I replied, pulling him into a tight hug before he managed to squirm away.
“Uh-uh-uh, Heero. No time, remember?” He kissed me, and dashed off to the bathroom. A moment later I heard the shower running. I thought of joining him, but discarded the idea. We still had thirty minutes before he had to leave, and I wanted him again, but he was right. We didn’t have enough time. I damned his assignment to hell, and then damned the court case that was keeping me from going with him. I was...not happy...about him leaving. Logically, I knew it would only be for a week, and we had been separated for longer, but not since the war. I wouldn’t tell him this, but I was going to miss the cheerful idiot.
The shower stopped running, and I set about getting dressed before he came out of the bathroom. There was a knock on our apartment door just as I was buttoning my jeans. I padded barefoot to open it, finding an aggravated Chang Wufei on the other side.
“You’re early,” I told him, not bothering to hide my irritation.
“No, I’m late,” he replied, ignoring my glare to push by me into the apartment. “I have to drop Sally’s briefcase off at the clinic. The absentminded onna forgot it this morning.” His eyes scanned the apartment while I shut the door. “Where’s Maxwell?”
“I’ll be ready in just a sec, Wu-man,” came Duo’s muffled voice from the bathroom. “Heero, come help me braid my hair, will ya?”
I motioned for Wufei to have a seat on the sofa, and he did after calling, “Hurry up, Maxwell! We’re running behind schedule.” I left him to join Duo in the tiny bathroom, wedging myself behind him so I could shut the door and give us some space.
To my disappointment, he was already dressed, but his hair was down, which almost made up for it. His hair was the most amazing thing. It was silky and thick, and seemed to almost have a life of its own, especially when it was sliding against our bodies during intimate moments. I had recommended that he cut it on several occasions, but only to annoy him. I was more attached to his hair, I think, than he was.
I slid my hand underneath it and lifted the strands to my face, inhaling deeply. It smelled of strawberry shampoo and Duo.
“Hey, babe,” Duo said in a voice too low to carry into the living room where Wufei was waiting. He had an amused smile on his face, but the look in his violet eyes was tender. “I’m only going to be gone for a week, you know.”
I felt my face heat up, and I dropped his hair to reach around him and grab the brush from the sink. “I know,” I said, then began brushing his hair. He stood quietly while I finished removing the tangles, then I quickly plaited his hair into the thick braid he prefers. I held my hand out for the hair tie, but he grabbed my fingers, pulling my arm around him and leaning back into me. I dropped my chin onto his shoulder and held him close.
“I love you, Heero. You know that, don’t you?”
“Aa,” I replied, my grip on him tightening. “I love you too--baka.” He shook his head and chuckled. I held him for a moment longer, feeling silly for being bothered by his leaving, then released him to tie off his braid before it unraveled.
“Finished,” I told him, and he turned to face me. I wished, once again, for more time, but I knew that time was up. Wufei confirmed this by yelling at us to hurry, startling us both. I had almost forgotten he was here.
“I’ve got to go, Heero,” Duo whispered, stepping closer to me. I reached out a hand to cup his face, lightly sliding my thumb over his smiling mouth.
“You’ll be careful.” It was a command rather than a question.
“Cross my heart. Now shut up and kiss me good-bye.”
I did, and so thoroughly that we were halfway to the bathroom floor before Wufei brought us back to reality. He was shouting outside the bathroom door.
“Maxwell! Yuy! Stop...whatever it is you’re doing, and come on. We’re going to be late, and I refuse to have my record marred because you two can’t keep your hands to yourselves for five minutes!”
I nearly snarled at Wufei through the bathroom door. Duo took one look at my face and burst out laughing. I turned my glare to him, making him laugh harder.
“We’re coming right now, man,” Duo told him, squeezing against the wall so he could pull the door open. “Don’t get your panties in a wad.”
While Wufei flushed and stammered over that comment, Duo grabbed his laptop, duffel bag, and jacket. Heading toward the door, he stopped to call over his shoulder, “Hey, Wuffie--you coming? We’re gonna be late.”
Wufei’s face got so red that I began to worry that he would have an aneurism. He stormed from the apartment after bidding me a curt goodbye. Duo followed him, only to come racing back into the apartment a moment later.
Startling me, he gave me a hard, hot kiss, then raised his mouth to my ear. “I love you, Heero. Dream about me,” he breathed, then he was gone.
I sank down on the sofa, mentally calculating the time I’d have to spend without him. The apartment had never seemed so empty.
Warnings: yaoi, lemons, semi-PWP, sap, fluff, language, alternating POVs, and a not-suave-in-the-sack Heero--for now, hehe.
Takes place after Endless Waltz. Trowa and Quatre are together, Duo and Heero live and work together, and Wufei is married to Sally. This fic was originally meant to be a pure PWP series, but a bit of plot snuck in and bit me on the keister. However, this does contain graphic accounts of homosexual sex. You have been warned. ;-)
I own nothing. Nothing at all. The Gundam Boys are not mine.
***
Two hours, I reminded myself. I only had two hours before Duo had to leave for a week-long assignment with Wufei. I was required to testify in court for a separate case, so I wouldn’t be going with them. I was not happy about the separation. Which reminded me, I now only had one hour and fifty-five minutes. I sighed, which brought his attention to me.
“This is really good, Heero. Thanks,” Duo said around a mouthful of the pancakes I had made him. I couldn’t stand the syrupy things, but he loved them, so I had found myself dragging out the batter this morning. I was pleased that he liked them, but told him, “Baka, chew with your mouth closed.”
He stuck his tongue out at me, covered in half-eaten pancake, and then turned his attention back to eating. I took the opportunity to watch him. He was, simply, a beautiful man, and it wasn’t just his uniquely colored eyes, or even his thigh-length hair, although they both definitely added to his appeal. No, it was something that was both less tangible and more devastating. It was the way he laughed, talked, smiled, breathed, moved. It was life, and Duo exuded it in spades, Shinigami be damned. I was enthralled by it. Even now, watching him do nothing more than lift the fork to his lips, I felt it. I wanted him. I only had one hour and forty-five minutes to have him.
“Earth to Heero,” Duo said, waving a hand in front of my face and pulling me from my thoughts. “Are you still with me, babe?”
“I was watching you eat.”
“Why?”
*Because you’re beautiful,* I thought, but didn’t say it out loud. “Hurry and finish.”
He rolled his eyes and resumed eating, but his silence didn’t last long. “So, Heero,” he began, pushing the remains of his food around on his plate. I wondered why he wouldn’t meet my eyes. “I’m getting home on Valentine’s Day. Want to do something?”
I thought of the last time Duo had wanted to do something, and something had turned out to be a skeezy night club that a coworker had told him about. The night had ended with me having to even up the odds in a brawl started by the braided troublemaker, with Quatre’s diplomacy skills having to be called in to keep us both from being arrested. I shuddered at the memory. “Like what?”
“I don’t know. Out to dinner, maybe?”
I considered his suggestion for a moment. I wasn’t sure if he really wanted to go out, or if this was another one of his attempts to make me more sociable. Although, I realized, Duo wanted to make me sociable because *he* was sociable, so he probably *did* want to go out. I frowned, but I was willing to go if he really wanted to, and opened my mouth to tell him so, but he was already speaking.
“Never mind, Heero. It was a stupid idea now that I think about it. I’ll be too tired after this assignment, anyway.” I thought he sounded disappointed, but his statement was logical, so I didn’t argue. Then, with a jolt, my inner clock reminded me that I only had an hour and a half before he left. I was running out of time.
I eyed his plate; it was empty. “Would you like more pancakes, Duo?”
He patted his lean stomach and grinned at me. “Nah, I’m stuffed.”
Not yet, I thought as I stood and pushed my chair from the table. “Good,” I told him. “Come with me.” He quirked an inquisitive eyebrow, but followed me readily enough.
I led him straight to the bedroom we shared, wasting no time once we got there. “Take off your clothes,” I said. My voice was already hoarse with wanting him. One hour and twenty minutes. “We don’t have much time, and I want to have sex with you before you go.”
He made a face at me, but began undressing anyway. “Do you always have to be so...blunt?”
I didn’t know what he was complaining about. “You don’t want to fuck?”
I saw him flinch at the word “fuck”, and this confused me even more. Duo cursed like a spacer--creatively and fluently.
“It’s not that , Heero,” he answered once he had wrestled his way out of his shirt. “You know I want to...be with you whenever I get the chance. You are one hot tamale.” He flashed me a grinning leer that heated my groin, then his face assumed an almost shy expression. Whatever it was that was bothering him, it was obvious he had given it a lot of thought. I filed this away to explore later. “It’s just that sometimes, it would be nice if...”
His face was turning an interesting shade of pink. “If what?”
His face flushed darker, and I could see him bite the inside of his cheek before answering. “If you were a bit more...sensual...or creative...about the whole process.”
I wanted to understand what he was asking me for, but I didn’t, and our time together was fading quickly. The realization made my voice a bit harsher than it should have been. “We don’t have time for this, Duo. You have to leave soon. Do you want to have sex, or not?”
“Sheesh, Heero, what guy could refuse such a romantic offer,” he said with a snort, but finished undressing. “Well? You said you wanted to...fuck me. Are you just going to stand there all morning?”
“Hn,” I replied, which wasn’t much of a reply at all, but I was busy removing my own clothing. His mention of romance had caught my attention, in light of his earlier criticism, but the sight of his rising arousal drove all thoughts from my head except the desire to be inside him as soon as possible. I had one hour and fifteen minutes left. I stepped close enough to deliver one hard, quick kiss to his lips, then said, “Turn around.”
He complied, bending gracefully over the bed, and wrapped his fingers around the wrought-iron railing of the footboard. My mouth went dry and my cock gave a violent shudder at the view he presented. His chestnut braid trailed down the creamy expanse of his back, and the perfect globes of his ass were presented to me in invitation. He gave me a half-lidded glance over his shoulder, and must have caught the look of lust on my face, for he winked at me.
“C’mon, Heero. Do me, already. Time’s wasting.”
“Aa,” I agreed, snatching the lube from a bedside table, then slathering it on my fingers and aching cock. I hoped he would be ready for me quickly--I felt near to bursting just from the sight of him. With this in mind, I slid a finger into him, loosening the tight ring of muscle until I could work two fingers into his passage. Duo arched his back and hissed between his teeth, so I stilled my hand.
“Hurt?”
“Nn-no. Just slow down a little, babe.”
“Understood.” I gently crooked my fingers and twisted them until I felt him relax more, then added another digit. Soon, he was panting and thrusting back onto my hand. He was ready for me. Removing my fingers, I positioned myself at his opening, grasped his hips firmly, and pushed inside in one slick thrust. My eyes fell closed as his heat enveloped me. The feeling was incredible. It was heavenly. It was home.
“Nnnn...Heero...feels good,” he said, sounding breathless.
“Agreed,” I said, placing a kiss on his spine between his shoulder blades before tightening my grip on him. “Hold on, Duo.”
“It’s gonna be a bumpy ride, huh?” He quipped.
I didn’t answer, but when I saw his hands tighten on the footboard, I let go of my restraint, pulling back and slamming into him with enough force that the bed frame cracked against the wall with a loud bang. Duo fairly shouted, tossing his head so wildly that his braid whipped across my face. I grabbed it, wrapping it around my wrist.
“More, Heero.”
Yes, more. That sounded like a great idea, so I obliged him, pumping into him as fast as I could. When I knew I was close, I reached in front of him to grasp his arousal, milking him in time with my thrusts. Within minutes I felt his inner muscles clamping down on my erection, and he began sobbing my name. That’s all it took to send me over the edge with him. I pistoned into him one last time, then nearly tumbled us both onto the bed as my release hit me and my knees gave out.
“Damn, Duo,” I managed to groan as I pulled out of him and helped him to stand. “That was...was...”
Duo turned and looped his arms around my neck, leaning into me. “Wonderful?” He supplied with a grin.
“Aa,” I replied, pulling him into a tight hug before he managed to squirm away.
“Uh-uh-uh, Heero. No time, remember?” He kissed me, and dashed off to the bathroom. A moment later I heard the shower running. I thought of joining him, but discarded the idea. We still had thirty minutes before he had to leave, and I wanted him again, but he was right. We didn’t have enough time. I damned his assignment to hell, and then damned the court case that was keeping me from going with him. I was...not happy...about him leaving. Logically, I knew it would only be for a week, and we had been separated for longer, but not since the war. I wouldn’t tell him this, but I was going to miss the cheerful idiot.
The shower stopped running, and I set about getting dressed before he came out of the bathroom. There was a knock on our apartment door just as I was buttoning my jeans. I padded barefoot to open it, finding an aggravated Chang Wufei on the other side.
“You’re early,” I told him, not bothering to hide my irritation.
“No, I’m late,” he replied, ignoring my glare to push by me into the apartment. “I have to drop Sally’s briefcase off at the clinic. The absentminded onna forgot it this morning.” His eyes scanned the apartment while I shut the door. “Where’s Maxwell?”
“I’ll be ready in just a sec, Wu-man,” came Duo’s muffled voice from the bathroom. “Heero, come help me braid my hair, will ya?”
I motioned for Wufei to have a seat on the sofa, and he did after calling, “Hurry up, Maxwell! We’re running behind schedule.” I left him to join Duo in the tiny bathroom, wedging myself behind him so I could shut the door and give us some space.
To my disappointment, he was already dressed, but his hair was down, which almost made up for it. His hair was the most amazing thing. It was silky and thick, and seemed to almost have a life of its own, especially when it was sliding against our bodies during intimate moments. I had recommended that he cut it on several occasions, but only to annoy him. I was more attached to his hair, I think, than he was.
I slid my hand underneath it and lifted the strands to my face, inhaling deeply. It smelled of strawberry shampoo and Duo.
“Hey, babe,” Duo said in a voice too low to carry into the living room where Wufei was waiting. He had an amused smile on his face, but the look in his violet eyes was tender. “I’m only going to be gone for a week, you know.”
I felt my face heat up, and I dropped his hair to reach around him and grab the brush from the sink. “I know,” I said, then began brushing his hair. He stood quietly while I finished removing the tangles, then I quickly plaited his hair into the thick braid he prefers. I held my hand out for the hair tie, but he grabbed my fingers, pulling my arm around him and leaning back into me. I dropped my chin onto his shoulder and held him close.
“I love you, Heero. You know that, don’t you?”
“Aa,” I replied, my grip on him tightening. “I love you too--baka.” He shook his head and chuckled. I held him for a moment longer, feeling silly for being bothered by his leaving, then released him to tie off his braid before it unraveled.
“Finished,” I told him, and he turned to face me. I wished, once again, for more time, but I knew that time was up. Wufei confirmed this by yelling at us to hurry, startling us both. I had almost forgotten he was here.
“I’ve got to go, Heero,” Duo whispered, stepping closer to me. I reached out a hand to cup his face, lightly sliding my thumb over his smiling mouth.
“You’ll be careful.” It was a command rather than a question.
“Cross my heart. Now shut up and kiss me good-bye.”
I did, and so thoroughly that we were halfway to the bathroom floor before Wufei brought us back to reality. He was shouting outside the bathroom door.
“Maxwell! Yuy! Stop...whatever it is you’re doing, and come on. We’re going to be late, and I refuse to have my record marred because you two can’t keep your hands to yourselves for five minutes!”
I nearly snarled at Wufei through the bathroom door. Duo took one look at my face and burst out laughing. I turned my glare to him, making him laugh harder.
“We’re coming right now, man,” Duo told him, squeezing against the wall so he could pull the door open. “Don’t get your panties in a wad.”
While Wufei flushed and stammered over that comment, Duo grabbed his laptop, duffel bag, and jacket. Heading toward the door, he stopped to call over his shoulder, “Hey, Wuffie--you coming? We’re gonna be late.”
Wufei’s face got so red that I began to worry that he would have an aneurism. He stormed from the apartment after bidding me a curt goodbye. Duo followed him, only to come racing back into the apartment a moment later.
Startling me, he gave me a hard, hot kiss, then raised his mouth to my ear. “I love you, Heero. Dream about me,” he breathed, then he was gone.
I sank down on the sofa, mentally calculating the time I’d have to spend without him. The apartment had never seemed so empty.