Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Guild ❯ Chapter 5

Zechs paced in the hangar, waiting anxiously for the other Trainers to arrive. He hoped that Heero and Duo had fared well enough. Though it had been difficult at first, Zechs was satisfied with last night's proceedings. Hopefully, it had alleviated Trowa's inner fears, consequently making him a stronger pilot. Time would tell.

Duo was the first to arrive. He walked into the hangar lost in his own thoughts. First impression was that the real Duo Maxwell hadn't yet arrived, but was preceded by his shadow. He was pale, a frown etching his brow over dark eyes. This was not a good sign. Zechs hadn't expected Duo to react this badly.

"Hello Duo," Zechs said tentatively. "How're... you?"

"Been better," Duo responded softly.

Zechs sighed. "What happened?"

"They don't think to inquire about sexual orientation."

Zechs flinched internally, reaching out and putting a hand on Duo's shoulder. "He was that bad about it?"

"It wasn't pretty, I'll say that much." Duo looked up at Zechs, speaking softly. "I'm not sure if I can do this."

Zechs pulled Duo into a loose hug. "Of course you can. Things always get better after the first night, don't they?"

Duo returned the hug briefly, before drawing back with a mutter, "Not necessarily."

"Just see how things play out." Zechs looked at the door. "Heero," he greeted the other man, nodding.

Duo flew to his lover, hugging him.

Heero returned the hug, capturing Duo's lips in a long, deep kiss. Pulling back for breath, he smiled weakly. "Daijoubu?"

"I am now." Duo clung, unwilling to let go, even with the possibility that the students would be arriving soon.

With a small sigh, Heero disentangled himself from Duo. "Later," he whispered in Duo's ear. "The students are coming."

Duo muttered something highly uncomplimentary about the students even as he straightened, hearing the approaching footsteps. He watched the three students enter the hangar together and couldn't stop his frown. He spared a brief glance at Wufei and Trowa, but it was Winner's glowing, happy self that annoyed him.

Wufei saluted to Heero, then Zechs, then Duo, a scowl gracing his lips. "Good morning to you all," he said politely, giving a final general salute to all three of them.

Duo sighed, muttering a very soft curse under his breath, his frown deepening.

Trowa saluted Zechs, then Duo and Heero, noting Duo's frown and taking care not to leave him to last. Trowa wasn't sure what had upset Wufei's Trainer, but he wasn't about to piss him off. Quatre saluted Heero happily, then Zechs, and actually cringed when he got to Duo, not noticing the small look of satisfaction that crossed Duo's face.

Zechs broke the silence, cutting the tension with a knife. "Today's training will not be the same for all of you. Each Trainer will deem the appropriate training for their student." He looked at Trowa. "Trowa, I'm going to test you in a real mobile suit today."

Trowa nodded, perking up. "Yes, sir."

Duo caught Wufei's gaze. He wouldn't have minded seeing how Wufei performed in a regular mobile suit, but with the continued resistance, he wasn't going to give Wufei the pleasure of it. "Wufei, the simulator for you."

Wufei scowled, folding his arms. "Yes sir."

"Regular mobile suit, Quatre. I need to see if your inadequacy is Wing's fault or your training's fault," Heero ordered.

Quatre beamed. "Yes, sir!"

Duo turned away from his enthusiasm with a scowl, crossing to the controls for the simulator as an excuse.

Heero pointed at a generic mobile suit. "Prepare G-3271 for test run!" he yelled to the mechanics, motioning for Quatre to enter the suit.

"And G-3219!" Zechs added loudly, nodding at a nearby suit, then at Trowa.

The two students followed the directions as the mechanics leapt to work. Quatre nearly bounced to the suit, looking forward to showing Heero he did have some talent.

Duo finished programming in a challenging scenario and motioned Wufei into a simulator. His scowl was still firmly in place and he didn't see fit to speak.

Wufei did as silently told, getting into the simulator and reading the coordinates of his new objective. He swore under his breath. Was Maxwell trying to give him a hard time? The objective was nearly impossible. "Are you sure this is the right simulator?" he called out, glaring at the flashing green words on the internal monitor.

"Yes. The mission is well within the capacities of the suit," Duo said through the microphone, as if reading Wufei's mind. He'd purposely given Wufei an objective that would have been a challenge to himself, much less a student. Either Wufei would acquit himself well and Duo could be pleasantly surprised, or he'd fail and Duo would have more of an excuse to keep him in the simulator.

"Understood," Wufei muttered, starting the simulator and working it to the best of his ability. It went better than he thought it would, though he knew it was far from fabulous. Stepping out twenty minutes later, he truly felt he'd proved his skills nonetheless.

Duo had forced himself to ignore the others while he focused on Wufei's time in the simulator. By the time Wufei stepped out, he was in a better mood. If he and Wufei could get past their personal difficulties, Wufei was going to be an excellent pilot. He nodded curtly to Wufei. "Well done."

"Thank you, sir," Wufei said genuinely, nodding in return. "What is the next part of today's training?"

"You might as well get acquainted with the real thing." Duo motioned toward Deathscythe. "Go take a look, climb all over it. I'll answer any questions you might have."

Nodding slightly, Wufei walked to the foot of Deathscythe and stared up at it, amazed by its sheer size and obvious strength. "What are its weaknesses and strengths?"

Duo followed, "Major strength is stealth. No inherent weaknesses greater than any mobile suit. It sports gundanium armor, thermal scythe instead of a beam sabre."

Wufei raised an eyebrow. "Stealth? How does that work?"

"Electronic countermeasures and a cloaking device." Duo smiled slightly and patted the suit fondly. "I know it sounds melodramatic, but it works."

"How long have you been piloting, out of curiosity?" Wufei pushed a button, grabbing the cable that lowered itself and getting hoisted up to the cockpit.

"I've been graduated about four years. I was a student for about three before that." Duo leaned against the wall to watch Wufei.

That was right. Duo had once been a student as well. Did that mean he'd also had to...? Wufei opened his mouth to ask about it, uncaring if it was rude.

His chance to speak was drowned out by the dull roar of mobile suit engines, marking the return of the other two students. Duo turned to watch Heero and Zechs greet them, discussing their performance. Trowa nodded in response to Zechs, which seemed normal enough. But Winner was still practically glowing, obviously pleased with himself. Duo's good mood evaporated again. The little blond twit wasn't supposed to be so happy.

"Are you a light bulb or a soldier, Quatre?" Heero said dryly, folding his arms. "Either that or you're the cat that just caught the mouse."

Quatre flushed and barely kept himself from staring at the floor. "Just happy, sir."

"About what, exactly? Your performance was good, but not THAT good. Even if it were superb, you can't go around glowing about it. What kind of soldier is that full of himself and that proud of his accomplishments? You can be proud, but keep it to yourself."

In the instant before he controlled himself, Quatre's face fell. His voice was faintly choked. "Yes, sir."

Watching from across the hangar, Duo smiled slightly. While a part of him understood exactly why the blond was glowing, it wasn't something he wanted to think about. But it was certainly satisfying to watch Heero set Winner down. He didn't want the student getting any ideas about HIS lover.

Wufei noticed Duo's smile, and blinked. So it was Quatre that his Trainer was annoyed with. He'd thought that Duo had been upset with him... again. He wondered briefly why Duo wasn't upset with him, but mentally shrugged it off. None of his business.

Duo switched his attention back to Wufei, calling down the cable to join him at the cockpit. "Let's do a walk through of the actual controls." He then immersed himself in introducing Wufei to Deathscythe, avoiding having to watch the others.

Quatre was confused, to put it lightly. Maybe not confused, but angrily confused. Heero didn't know and really didn't care. But it was not helping the younger man's ultimate concentration. Heero sighed and walked up behind the busily typing Quatre, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Don't let things get to you. I didn't mean it like that. Just try to act more... professional."

Quatre brightened, smiling slightly, though he took pains to keep from letting too much of it show on his face. "I understand, sir."

Duo glanced down, catching Heero's words. He looked past Wufei, to his lover comforting the blond. An ugly emotion he didn't want to acknowledge twisted its way up inside him. 'What didn't you mean, Heero? You're not supposed to cosset him!'

Zechs caught the look and grimaced. Very, very not good. Casting around wildly in his mind for a way to get the students out of the hangar, his solution came with an annoying electronic buzz. "Lunch!" he announced, almost sighing in relief. "Report back here in two hours."

Duo sat down in the pilot's seat of Deathscythe, trying to get himself under control. What was with him? Heero had said he wasn't going to get attached, why couldn't he just accept that? It wasn't that he didn't believe that Heero meant it, it was just that he couldn't shake his bad feelings about it all.

He closed his eyes, sinking back in the familiar cockpit. Making a silent approach as always, Heero suddenly made an appearance in his lap, leaning against him comfortably. "What's wrong?"

Slowly opening his eyes, Duo wrapped his arms around Heero. "I hate this."

"Me too. But that's not what's wrong," Heero said, holding Duo's hands against his torso, intertwining their fingers.

"I... it's nothing. I just need to get used to everything." He was suddenly reluctant to speak his doubts to Heero. He didn't want his lover to think he didn't trust him, because he did. It was just the whole miserable situation that he couldn't handle. That was all. Duo rested his head against Heero's shoulder, trying to content himself with just having him close.

"Is it Quatre?" Heero asked quietly.

A long moment of silence answered him. Duo should have known better than to hope to be able to hide anything from Heero. He dredged up a harsh half-whisper to answer. "I know that there's no choices, I know that it's nothing, but I can't stand it."

"And what about Wufei?" Heero sighed. "You two don't get along, but I don't know what goes on behind closed doors. My knowledge doesn't go beyond the obvious."

A small, humorless chuckle, frighteningly close to a sob, escaped Duo. "Things are worse behind closed doors, Heero, far worse. I... I damn near can't stand myself."

"What happened?" Heero stood, turning and straddling Duo's lap, burying his face in the crook of Duo's neck, nuzzling comfortingly.

Duo held him tightly, shaking his head. "I... established... temporary dominance."

Heero knew better than to inquire further. "Well, things went a little too well with me and Winner. He adores me, I think."

"I noticed." Duo's voice was flat.

The tone hurt something in him. Heero's eyes flashed. "Duo," he said dangerously. "That does NOT mean that I reciprocate."

"I know, koi, I know." Duo cupped his face with one hand. "I just... I can't help the jealousy when I see how he glows when you look at him, because I KNOW just how wonderful you can make a person feel."

"And you're the only one who will ever know how it feels to have me return those feelings." Heero kissed Duo gently, pushing the bangs out of his lover's eyes.

"I love you." Duo pressed a kiss to Heero's lips before wrapping him up in a tight hug.

Heero smiled, hugging back fiercely. "Love you too. We still have 90 minutes, you know. Up for it?"

"Here?" Duo's eyes widened, but his body immediately reacted positively to the suggestion.

Checking over his shoulder and seeing the techies still wandering around the hangar, Heero solved the problem by pushing a button near Duo's elbow, closing the cockpit door with a low grumble of machinery in action. "Better?"

Duo nodded, pulling Heero tight against him for a long, soul wrenching kiss. "Much better."

Heero returned the kiss, reaching behind Duo to pull the tie off the braid. "Two choices," he murmured quietly, lips trailing a course down Duo's neck. "Make it quick and go all the way, or make it slow and try something different."

With a breathy sigh, Duo tilted his neck, encouraging Heero. "Let's see what you have up your sleeve then, love."

"Nothing, you can check." To prove his point, Heero shed his jacket and tunic, shaking out the fabric. "Nothing in there." Removing Duo's own top layers, he licked a zigzag pattern down Duo's chest, hands unraveling the braid and combing the hair out loosely with his fingers.

Duo's chuckle turned into a harsh intake of breath as he arched closer. He shook his head slowly to spread his hair in a curtain around them, closing them away further from the world outside. "I see... then you must have somewhere else that you hide your tricks."

"I guess you'll find out... it's so strange how the same thing can take ten minutes or three hours and still end the same way..." Heero thought out loud, pressing a gentle love bite into Duo's shoulder.

"We're not in that much of a hurry." Duo traced the well-defined muscles of Heero's chest, as if memorizing them by feel alone.

Heero grinned loosely. "What's with you and my muscles?"

"Well, though I do appreciate the fact that you're built," Duo shook his head with a faint leer that quickly faded as he looked over Heero from head to toe, "I'm just entranced by how beautiful you are."

Acknowledging Duo's compliment with a faintly shy smile, Heero continued his assault down Duo's torso, dipping his tongue into the slim navel and creating faintly shining designs around it, if the light from the glowing controls hit at the right angle.

Duo leaned back in the chair, making softly encouraging sounds in his throat. Threading his fingers through his lover's hair, he realized this was Heero's show, and he was content to let him run it. Besides, a grin forming at the thought, the cockpit was a bit too cramped for anything too ambitious.

"I can't believe we're doing this in Deathscythe's cockpit." Heero unzipped Duo's pants, pulling the underwear just low enough to be able to wrap a hand around his newly bared mission objective. He smirked inwardly at the analogy. "Imagine if Wufei were to drop by during lunch to check out Shinigami here for a while?"

"Gods, love, don't ruin the mood," Duo choked out past his shock, staring down at Heero, faintly amused, but aware of that sick feeling briefly in the pit of his stomach. Though... seeing a consensual relationship might do Wufei some good-- he shook off the thought.

Heero bit his lip. "Sorry," he murmured, kissing Duo apologetically. Keeping one hand moving slowly on Duo's cock, he used the other hand to pull Duo's pants and underwear down past the knees. He pulled off the shoes and ignored the socks, letting the rest of the bunched up fabric fall past cotton-clad feet to pool on the metal floor.

"Mmm, I'll forgive you." Duo thrust his hips against Heero's hand.

"Good to know..." Heero dropped to his knees, releasing his hand. Looking up and making eye contact with Duo, he leaned in, swirling his tongue teasingly around the head, pulling back only to smirk.

"Heero! Please..." Duo knew he was begging, but he didn't really care. He needed the way Heero could make him feel, he needed Heero.

If Duo begged, Heero was lost. Driven forward by the tone of Duo's voice, Heero engulfed Duo in one sweeping motion, latching down and sucking with unadulterated passion.

Duo tossed his head back with a startled shout. 'Trust Heero to keep me off-balance,' was the last coherent thought to go through his head as he moaned his encouragement, a steady stream of nearly unrelated words, punctuated with gasps of his lover's name.

Sensing that Duo was near the edge, Heero slowed his attack, bringing a hand to Duo's mouth, placing all his fingers sans thumb in the gasping mouth, a silent request.

Duo immediately started to suck on the fingers. He made a sensual production of twirling his tongue around them, nibbling gently, mimicking the act Heero was performing for him.

Once he felt his fingers had been fully coated with saliva, Heero pulled them out of Duo's mouth with not just a little regret. Duo's efforts were rewarded, however, when a damp finger poked at his dry entrance, slowly burrowing its way in.

Duo bucked under the assault, even though he'd suspected what was coming, pushing the probing finger further inside. "Oh gods..."

Smiling around his mouthful at the knowledge of the double sensations he was raining on Duo, Heero added a second finger, following with a third almost immediately.

With his hips in near-constant motion, seeking the most of the sensations, Duo was in a haze. He gathered himself enough to cry out, "Heero, oh Heero, please!"

He'd been planning on keeping things this way, bringing Duo to completion this way. But Duo obviously wanted more, needed more. Sitting up, Heero did quick work of all his remaining clothing, spitting into his hand and rubbing it on himself the best he could. "Okay with bad lube?" he asked, clenching his teeth. This was going to hurt Duo, and they both knew it.

"Doesn't matter, need you." Duo focused passion-glazed eyes on his lover, dragging him close for a breathtaking kiss.

That was the only answer Heero needed. With a feral glint in his half-lidded eyes, he pushed himself in slightly, barely any of himself inside Duo. "Which'll hurt less? Should I go in fast or take it slow?"

"Slow," Duo muttered, his body going still at the touch. He wrapped his arms around Heero's shoulders, needing him close, but one part of his mind knowing it would be foolish to rush things too much.

Nodding, Heero looked into Duo's eyes, grasping the quivering hips to still them and for support. He pushed in slowly, stopping whenever Duo winced or pain shot through his eyes. The last inch finally cleared, he sank in entirely, letting out a low moan.

Duo closed his eyes briefly, to blink away the tears. He didn't want Heero to take them the wrong way. He felt only joy for the gentleness that Heero showed him. As he felt his body relax against the intrusion, Duo arched up against Heero in invitation. "Please, love."

Bringing Duo to him for a deep kiss, Heero pulled out slowly, and when he got a hurried nod from Duo, thrust back in as hard as he could, aiming with a precision only acquired after years of being lovers.

"HEERO!" Duo shook and arched beneath him, his eyes catching his lover's and holding them.

Heero lifted Duo's legs, resting them on his shoulders. Dropping a quick kiss on Duo's lips, he began thrusting, none too slow; he wanted to end this quickly before they both lost their minds. "Duo... suki da..." he gasped out, increasing his speed, encouraged by Duo's mindless screams.

Pushed over the precipice, Duo hoarsely shouted Heero's name and his undying love, barely aware of doing so as he was lost in his passion.

Duo's clenching combined with Heero's desperation proved to be too much. Heero came violently, pouring himself into Duo, holding back a choked sob of an unnamed emotion. He pulled Duo close, lowering his legs, melting into his lover for a kiss.

Duo clung to him, returning the kiss. No matter how many times they did this, it was always earthshattering. And it would continue to be. Duo's arms tightened around Heero. He was not going to allow anything to come between them, nothing.

"I love you, now and forever," Heero said quietly, not bothering to swat at the tear that rolled down his cheek. "Never forget that."

Duo gently kissed the tear away. "I love you. And I won't let anything come between us."

~TBC~