Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The aftermath of a day of watching Inuyasha ❯ Chapter 1

Pairings: 1+2

Warnings: Shounen ai, fluff, a rather thickheaded Heero, citrus

Notes: Spent a day watching a little over a third of the Inuyasha series over at a friend's house and this was the rather interesting result upon the return home….

Feedback: Comments and criticism always welcomed.

"…You know, Heero… It doesn't have to be like this." Duo twisted the end of his braid nervously, waiting for a reaction- any reaction. Inevitably he got one, and it was probably the exact response he'd been expecting.

"Like what? Baka, you're making no sense." Heero turned around in his chair, his back now facing his laptop. His eyes were narrow and Duo could practically see the dislike they held. Heero hated being interrupted in the middle of filing mission reports. Instead of quaking in fear, as was the intended response, he blushed. The pink spread across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, accompanied by a flash of heat, followed by cold that radiated through his body- especially down his spine.

"Well, um… Heero… It's like…" The blush deepened, causing Heero to take notice.

"What's wrong with your face?"

"Wha..?! Heero! Why…" Shock was easily read on his expression, as well as fear and a hint of shyness. An anger welled up inside him that had no real grounds, other than that Heero had pointed out that he was blushing in a less than polite way. He didn't care though; He was going to take it out on the other pilot- it was all his fault anyway.

"Duo, you're making no sense…"

"God damn it Heero!"

"What do you mean God…"

"You are such an insensitive prick, you know that? `What do you mean…' my ass. If you had any idea, which you don't by the way, I wouldn't have to be so freaking obvious about all of this all the frickin' time. But no! You are about as perceptive as a ton of bricks- which makes me wonder how you got to be such a good pilot- and it's really starting to piss me off. Just a little kindness wouldn't hurt you ya know…"

Heero's eyes narrowed further as Duo's rant proceeded. In a flash, he was up and stalking over to the other boy, looking for all intents and purposes like he was going to make good on his lingering threat of `omae o korosu'. Duo's eyes grew wide, and he went silent, as the impressive bulge he so often dreamt about appeared right in front of his face.

*SMACK*

Duo's head swung to the side as the palm Heero's hand collided with his face. A red mark appeared on the cheek almost immediately and when Duo tentatively reached a hand up to touch it, he recoiled with the sting. "Fuck…"

Heero nodded and moved back across the room to his chair, his point made. Or so he thought.

Duo stood, glaring daggers into the back of the retreating figure, and stalked across the room. There was a single-minded determination that filled him, driving him on- making him immune to all thought of the consequences of his actions.

"Heero."

"Now what…" Heero turned away from the computer once more to find Duo there, not four inches away from his face.

"What this." Duo leaned in, closing the gap between their faces. His hands came up to cup Heero's cheeks, and the stoic boy found himself trapped… Not trapped so much as held in a way he wasn't fond of escaping.

When Duo pulled back, both boys were flushed and panting. "That, Heero, is what I've been trying to get across to you, for I don't know how long…"

"I… What… But wh…"

"Heero Yuy, you are such a bastard. And ya know what? I think I'm in love with you…"

"Aah…" Heero smiled slowly, the concept dawning on him in a rather friendly way, and he leaned in toward Duo to close the gap between them once more.