Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Pieces ❯ Pieces ( Chapter 1 )

Author- Starlight Soul

Beta- Kat Smith

Disclaimer- I do not own or claim to own Gundam wing or its characters.

Warnings- Lemon…. Maybe a little angst on Heero's part… clueless Duo… Reference to Preventorness… Authors Note- This fic was inspired by the song `Pieces' by Red.

Pieces

Heero stared out the window of his plane. His hand strayed to his chest to rub at the bruises even as his thoughts strayed to his destination: home. It was nothing but a small apartment with two bedrooms, a kitchen, a tiny bathroom, and one oblivious braided man. In his mind he could see his best friend and partner - those laughing violet eyes, the very same eyes that saved his humanity during the war, and long chestnut hair that made him want to touch it; a vision that called his heart in ways he'd never felt before.

“Mr. Yuy,” interrupted the flight attendant, startling him from his thoughts. “Mr. Yuy, we have to stow that. We're about to land.”

Cerulean eyes shifted to the Kevlar vest clutched in his hands. Six months of practically living in it had taken its toll but in the end saved his life. It felt odd to not be wearing the vest; it was as though he was missing a limb. Heero moved to stand and felt the pull of bruised muscles in his ribs and chest.

“I can do it,” She said softly, “Mr. Winner warned us of your injuries.”

“Th… Thank you.” It hurt to talk. Months of enforced silence made it hard to wrap his mind around the sudden freedom.

As he buckled the seatbelt he found himself overwhelmed by the need to see Duo. Duo, who was just his friend and nothing more than that. Duo, who would never be anything more than just a friend, because for Heero to admit to his feeling for Duo would be to risk losing that friendship. He could feel the plane begin its descent and he found himself wishing for the comfort of his Kevlar vest, though logically he knew it wouldn't help if something went wrong during the landing.

Once they were on the ground, the flight attendant was back to retrieve the vest from the overhead compartment. Heero joined the crowds disembarking the plane, watching the people around him warily. It was a small group, most of which were employed by Winner enterprises. He followed a handful of briefcase-carrying men almost distractedly. Strangely enough, as they walked through the tunnel he nearly blended in with them.

As he entered the terminal, Heero glanced around, looking for the person that was supposed to be picking him up. He knew it would be one of the other pilots; they wouldn't have it any other way. He just wasn't sure which one it would be. To his surprise, he found Duo leaning against a wall in clear view of the gate, wearing black jeans and a dark purple, almost black, t-shirt.

 

 

Heero felt himself hesitate at the sight of the violet-eyed young man. Fear of disappointing Duo with his return to silence welled up and it took everything he had to push it down enough to approach his roommate. Even then, he kept his eyes on the floor as he approached.

“Oh, man, Heero,” sighed Duo as he pushed off the wall. He noticed the other man's wide-eyed, guarded look as he took in the degree of his exhaustion. “Une already debriefed me on your mission. Answer if you can, no pressure. Status?”

Heero struggled to utter the words he needed. “Bruised… exhausted…”

“It's okay, I get the picture. Quatre called ahead. He says you're bruised from taking three hits to your vest. Let's get you home, okay? I got dinner started earlier.” Duo carefully started ushering Heero towards the door where the car was waiting. “Don't worry, `Ro, it's my watch now.”

Heero sagged with exhaustion as the need for vigilance was relieved. Duo watched carefully as Heero climbed into the car. It was obvious that the other's ribs hurt but he knew that until they were home there was nothing he could do. He filled the trip home with constant sound, regaling Heero with stories about their friends and catching him up on the important events.

Heero found himself relaxing to the sound of Duo's voice. On impulse he let himself grab the end of Duo's braid where it coiled on the emergency brake. With that last safety line, he drifted to sleep.

He woke nearly an hour later to the sound of soft singing. It was a sound for which he had been longing during that last long mission. They were in the city and nearly home before Duo stopped singing and tried to wake him.

“`Ro, time to wake up. We're almost to the apartment, buddy.”

Heero pushed himself upright and blushed at his handful of braid. “I'm awake.”

“You think you're up to some dinner?” asked Duo.

“Hai,” replied Heero.

“You're already talking more than Sally expected” said Duo with a smile.

Heero found himself drowning in violet eyes. The decision to ignore his feelings seemed to melt under the strain of the last mission and for once he didn't fight it. “Duo, W…we need to talk… l… later.”

“Okay, Heero,” said Duo with a worried look, “Whenever you're ready.”

Duo kept a close eye on Heero as they made their way into the apartment. The short nap seemed to have eased his pain and he no longer appeared ready to fall over. Heero was still holding on to his vest when they got into the house; it seemed as though he had become attached to it over the course of the mission.

“Is that the vest you've been wearing for the last six months?” Duo asked softly when he realized Heero wasn't sure what to do with the protective armor.

Heero nodded, keeping his eyes on the floor the whole time.

“Heero, look at me,” ordered Duo softly. When he had Heero's eyes he continued. “Your voice will come back in its own time. I need your face to read you right now, your body language is only projecting tired and sore.”

Heero nodded again before holding up the vest.

“How about we put that in the closet then get some dinner?” offered the braided man.

“What?” Heero asked quietly.

Duo grinned. “Chili I started before going to work this morning. After dinner you grab a shower then I'll help you relax, just like after my last solo mission.”

Heero projected a deer in the headlights look, his mind wandering on a happy little trip back to the massage he gave Duo so long ago. His body seemed to be on autopilot as he sat down to eat a dish of Duo's chili. Of all the pilots, Duo was the best cook. Throughout their meal, Heero couldn't take his eyes off Duo. Heero was as a man dying of thirst and Duo was the well.

After they finished eating, Heero made his way to take a shower. It was a small piece of heaven wrapped into twenty minutes. For the first time in six months he was able to shower without worrying about wearing his vest. When he was finished, he stood before the mirror and tried to find the man he became after the war. He was still there, just barely, wrapped in the forced sleep he had put it in for his mission. He was waking, but it is a slow thing to wake after six months of sleep. With a sigh, he pulled on a pair of shorts and made his way out to Duo.

“Feeling better?” asked Duo from where he was laying out towels and massage oil.

“Hai,” replied Heero softly.

“Wow,” murmured Duo checking out the bruises on Heero's chest and back. “These are almost healed. Aren't these from two days ago?”

“J's manipulation…. Remember I heal faster.” Heero found himself seeking out Duo's eyes “Duo, I… I need to tell you something.”

Duo searched his face, trying to figure out what was so important. When he couldn't seem to read it there he offered a hand to Heero. “Come over here and sit down.”

Heero allowed Duo to pull him over to the couch and down. The braided man kept himself turned towards his friend, open and obviously a little worried. Heero found, after six months of silence, the things he'd been hiding from Duo bubbling up and overwhelming him.

“Please…. Please, Duo, don't interrupt. I… I have to get this all out.” Heero blurted. He found once he started he couldn't stop. “I've missed you so much. I haven't wanted to tell you how much I need you. I… I don't… I don't want you to be mad at me. Don't want to lose you as my best friend but I… I think I want more than that. I didn't realize, until this mission, how much I love you. I have been so alone, but never so much as when you're not around. When I was shot, all I could think was that I never told you; would never know if you could love me as much as I love you.”

“Heero why…” Heero's finger pressed against petal-soft lips.

“When J tried so hard to make me emotionless he had to break everything I was. He shattered me and took away part of me. I fell in love the day we jumped out of that hospital. When I found you I found all of the missing pieces of who I am. Without you, I'm broken.”

Duo kissed the finger against his lips and let himself truly look at the man before him. “Why didn't you say anything? The war has been over for four years, Heero!”

“I was afraid you'd be disgusted. Why would someone as vibrant and loved as you want someone as broken as me? I couldn't lose you, even if it meant only having part of you.” Heero's eyes dropped back to the floor, fear of the coming rejection building up within him.

Strong hands cupped his chin, tilting his face up to confront amethyst eyes. “You don't have to be afraid, Heero.” Those petal-soft lips pressed gently against his head before moving first to one eye then the other. A soft sigh escaped his lips just before they too were kissed. It was soft, almost hesitant at first, before Duo was lapping softly at his lips begging for entrance.

There was no battle for dominance; it was gentle, eager exploration. Lean arms, deceptively strong with wiry muscle, pulled the chocolate haired man into his lap. Those hands, strong enough to pilot a Gundam yet delicate enough to put together a bomb, massaged at the tense muscles of his partner's back. When their need for air forced them apart, Duo found his braid unraveling around them.

Duo stood, supporting Heero's weight until he found his footing. The massage was forgotten as he pulled the Perfect Soldier towards his room. By the time they reached the door, Heero's hands were sliding under Duo's dark shirt only to pull it up over his head and carefully over his hair. In the dim light of the room, Duo sought out Heero's lips again. Trembling hands explored the warm planes of the other's body, learning by touch the best way to make the other moan. To Duo's delight he found Heero to be exceptionally ticklish as he kissed and nibbled his way across his chest. As he went, he paid close attention to the large bruises marking his soon to be lover's chest. Heero was elbow deep in chestnut hair, head thrown back, barely suppressing the moans trying to slip out.

Duo was suddenly standing before him, his whole body pressed against Heero's as his lips moved along his jaw to his ear. “It's okay, you don't have to be silent anymore.”

Heero's whole body shook as he moaned into Duo's hair. His fingers, which had been tangled in chestnut locks, moved to explore Duo's sides until he came to the edge of his black jeans. Duo's hands played enticingly with the waistband of Heero's loose fitting shorts even as he kissed the hollow by his collar bone. While Heero fumbled with the button on his jeans, Duo slid cool hands inside Heero's shorts.

“D… Duo,” groaned Heero as Duo massaged his hips and butt. Heero finally managed the button and zipper before plunging his hands inside.

Duo chuckled against his neck, his breath tickling across heated skin. The deep chuckle turned into a gasp as Heero tugged his jeans down giving him free range to explore. Duo pulled them into the bed, whisking Heero's shorts away in the process. Heero found himself on his back with Duo grinning up at him from between his knees.

“Trust me, `Ro,” murmured Duo before leaning down. Duo kissed and nibbled at Heero's inner thighs, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles at the ticklish spot by his hip bones. A Cheshire grin flitted across his face before he leaned down and took Heero into his mouth. Lips and tongue worked in harmony to elicit every sound from Heero's lips while his hands caressed his sack.

“P… please,” begged Heero as his hands sought some solid hold.

Duo reached into a nearby drawer and brought forth two small packages. He leaned forward and pressed his lips firmly against Heero's. “Love you.”

Duo returned to using his mouth to distract Heero while lubing his fingers generously. He worked carefully distracting and preparing Heero until the blue eyed man was begging in a complex mixture of English and Japanese. He slid a pillow under Heero's hips and positioned himself. Slowly he pressed his way in, eyes locked on Heero's.

“God,” moaned Duo once he was fully seated, “You're so tight.”

Heero wiggled a little beneath him, his body begging for movement. Duo's initial movement was careful, hesitant, until Heero growled beneath him. “Duo, please.”

Duo found himself falling into cerulean eyes as their bodies established their own rhythm. Speech became impossible as he found Heero's sweet spot. Heero's hands searched for something to hold onto. Before long the world was falling apart. Duo's hand worked their rhythm, shattering Heero in a shower of violet shards, tipping Duo into the pools of his cerulean eyes.

Duo carefully dropped himself to one side, avoiding the bruises on his partners chest. Wiggling around, he tucked Heero against his body and ran his hand gently across his ribs. Heero sighed lethargically before reaching up and pulling Duo's hair across them.

“You know this changes everything, right?” whispered Duo into Heero's ear.

“Une will probably make us switch partners,” sighed Heero snuggling into Duo.

“Think Fei and Zechsy would be willing to trade? Une made them get new partners too.”

Heero's eyes were getting heavy, sleep attempting to snare him. “Probably… Duo, stay with me?”

“Forever,” replied Duo kissing Heero's hair.