Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Maxwells ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I took this idea from the new movie, `Mr. & Mrs. Smith' it is NOT an original idea and neither are the characters…thank you.

 

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The couple sat rigidly in their chairs, silently watching the woman in front of them, stunning smiles in place. The brunette sifted quickly through a small stack of papers before setting them on her desk and smiling up at them politely. Standing, she walked around the large oak desk and leaned against it, folding her arms over her dark suit, her brown eyes gleaming at them expectantly through her glasses.

 

Shifting slightly in his chair, the taller of the two spoke up to clear the silence, “Okay,” he grinned widely and with false ease, “I'll go first. Um, let me say uh…” He paused, the smaller brunette beside him fidgeting slightly in his seat, “We don't really need to be here. See, we've been married five years-“

 

“Six,” the blue-eyed man interrupted, his tone sharp and accusing but his small smile still in place.

 

The longhaired man's smile didn't falter either at his companion's interruption. “Five, six years,” he said motioning nonchalantly with his arms. “And…this is like…a check up for us. A chance to poke around the engine, maybe change the oil, replace a seal or two…” The handsome man nodded to himself smiling to the woman as if to assure himself his words were true, his husband still quietly fiddling with his hands with a serious look on his angular face.

 

Sliding off the desk and taking a seat across from the beautiful pair, the therapist nodded, and smiled knowingly. “Ok then. Let's pop the hood,” she finished, beaming at the braided man in an attempt to relax him. Leaning forward slightly, she narrowed her eyes curiously, “On a scale of one to ten how happy are you as a couple?”

 

“Eight” the response was instant and took the pale woman by surprise when midnight blue eyes bore into her own.

 

She blinked, slightly taken aback until the taller husband cut in almost right after, “Wait.” Her brown eyes noticed that when the braided man paused, his hesitation made his husband to turn to him and look away sighing in irritation. “Ten being perfectly happy and one being totally miserable or…?”

 

The therapist took a breath, “Just respond instinctively.” She could see the annoyance on the Asian's man's face and wanted to clear these questions quickly.

 

The violet-eyed man however, remained cool, his lazy smile still in place as he nodded, “Okay,” he turned to his husband, “Ready?” The other merely pursed his full lips tightly, responding instantly and without turning to face the braided man, with a sharp, `ready'.

 

The taller turned back to face her and within seconds they both responded simultaneously. The darker headed of the two in a nasal and monotone voice and his husband in a more assertive tone, `eight'.

 

The woman nodded to herself and jotted down a few things on a piece of paper, taking careful notation to the way the Japanese leaned away from his husband slightly and would sometimes send disapproving glances from the corner of his gently slanted eyes. And also scribbling down the way the American man's smile had not faded once since he stepped into the room, nor had he stopped tapping his right foot.

 

Raising an eyebrow slightly, she smirked to herself for a moment before glancing back up at them with a pleasant face, her upcoming question making it hard to repress a smile. “How often do you have sex?”

 

As expected, she was answered by silence and a pair of wide-eyed blank faces. She struggled to keep from laughing, and the silence only lasted a moment before the shorter spoke up bluntly. “I don't understand the question.”

 

“Yeah…I'm lost. Is this a one to ten thing?” The braided man's brows were furrowed and he leaned back slightly in confusion.

 

Blushing now, the shorthaired youth sputtered slightly before forming his words, “Is one, um, very little or is one nothing? Because, you know, tech-technically zero would be nothing,” he finished with a shy smile and his palms out slightly in reasoning.

 

Biting the inside of her lip, the woman decided to narrow it down for the two, “How about this week?”

 

“Including the weekend?” The braided one was quick to ask, rubbing his chin in thought.

 

The brown-eyed woman smiled and nodded, “Sure.”

 

However, instead of the usual response the taller man continued to look up at the ceiling in thought while his husband stared at the floor unrelentingly and rung his hands.

 

Frowning, the woman decided to change the subject, and save that question for another time, “Describe how you first met.” She was relieved when both men visibly deflated, in relief, their faces smoothing out.

 

The shorter smiled nostalgically, “Oh, It was in Colombia.”

 

Mascara-rimmed eyes widened slightly at the unconventionally meeting place before the braided man finished his husband's statement, his grin back in place. “Bogota. Five years ago.”

 

The woman's stomach dropped and her light brown eyes moved instantly back to the smaller man's face in time to see the full lips twitch and curl upward ever so slightly, “Six,” he ground out, his smile gone.

 

The other, however, seemed unaffected and kept smiling, “Right. Five or six years ago.”

 

 

 

 

 

Bogota … Five or Six Years Earlier…

 

Sunlight filtered in the front of the open-air hotel lobby where a small bar was quaintly placed. Duo sat dressed in a loose white button-down and baggy khakis on a barstool, leaning leisurely against the counter, taking back shots while reading a paper. He could hear the sirens of the local police but only distantly paid any attention to it.

 

Setting down his empty glass, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and turned when he heard heavy footsteps and yelling come through the entrance behind him. Violet eyes narrowed behind black sunglasses as the Colombian Police spilled into the hotel lobby. The officers carried gleaming, long guns and seemed to scurry and shove each other in their confusion.

 

Turning back to the bartender, his braid swinging slightly, he asked, “What's happening?” his Spanish dull, and basic.

 

The darker complected man leaned in while cleaning the inside of a glass, his native tongue coming out in a quieted tone, “Someone shot the barracuda. They're looking for tourists who are travelling alone.”

 

Hearing this, the braided American merely leaned back in his seat and looked over his shoulder to watch as the men in their black uniforms shouted orders back in forth. One officer, turned to look at him however, his dark eyes narrowing and he clutched the handgun at his hip, stepping towards Duo menacingly. “Are you alone, sir?” he asked, his tone harsh and his language making the statement sound curt.

 

The taller man simply leaned forward, his hand to his ear, and did as any American was expected to. Feigning ignorance, he hummed questioningly causing the officer to repeat himself in a clipped tone.

 

Deciding to ignore him, Duo turned instead when in a flurry, a slender man rushed through the entrance, slipping past the guards as they attempted to stop him. “Sir, can we see your passport, please!” they shouted while he carefully slipped a knife into his loose white pants; the movement going completely unnoticed. Feeling eyes on him, the smaller man pinned Duo with his own gaze, his blue eyes and feminine features causing the breath to snag in the braided man's throat.

 

Covering his surprise with an easy smile, the American lifted himself from the stool and stood with his hips tilted, watching as they continued to barrage the shorthaired man with questions. The slender man's eyes flickered between Duo and the officers surrounding him, his gaze fastened to the handsome man at the bar. He heard an officer ask him if he was alone and exchanged a final glance with the tall stranger before firmly telling the officer, `No,' and stepping past him easily.

 

Smirking, Duo stepped forward, reaching to the small of his back and clicking the safety off to his concealed gun before holding his arm out and announcing in English, “No, no,” he said protectively, extending his arm. “He's with me, boys,” he finished when the other stepped forward and looped his arm around the shorter man's waist.

 

They walked with familiar ease together down the hall and into Duo's room where they promptly shut the door. Leaning against the wall, Duo watched silently as the shorter pressed his ear to the door, listening carefully to the men in the hallway until their calls faded. With his face still pressed against the wood, the shorter offered a small smile and extended his hand, “I'm Heero,” he said softly.

 

Duo turned, lifting his glasses and pushing them over his bangs, “Duo,” he said, taking the offered hand and holding it rather than letting go, “Nice to meet you.”

 

Later that night found the two tourists sitting outside at a small table, drinks in hand. The patio was dark other then the small lights strewn over them and the candles on the tables. Smoke rose from cigars and concealed fire-pits as people danced slowly to the acoustic music drifting from the musicians in a corner.

 

“To dodging bullets?” Heero offered, lifting his drink to the other.

 

Duo grinned, and clinked his own shot glass against the other, reiterating what he said, “To dodging bullets.” Both youths swallowed their drinks whole.

 

“So it speaks,” Heero uttered lowly, then leaned forward and mumbled, his blue eyes locked on Duo's, “But does it dance?”

 

Breathing out a laugh, the braided man watched as the other stood to slowly sway in the middle of the various guests. Content in watching the brunette momentarily, he stood when the boy beckoned to him, making his way slowly over to him with a confident smile.

 

Coming up behind the shorter boy, they began to swing together, their bodies melded gently, slowly. As they danced lightning began to flash, the thunder pounding with the guitar strings as the swayed.

 

Once the rain started, the musicians stopped, leaving the two to their drinks. Sitting back at their table, Duo watched with disinterest as the other guests began to filter back into the hotel. He pulled the smaller boy into his lap, watching the other carefully to gauge whether his actions were welcomed.

 

Both were soaked as the rain continued to fall gently, and Duo lifted a bottle to his lips before offering it to the boy on his lap. After the nozzle was removed, blue and violet locked before both leaned in to kiss, the rain making their skin slick.

 

Duo moaned, grabbing the back of the smaller man's neck and pulling his face closer to his own while the boy wound his arms over strong shoulders. Heero's kisses were soft, his tongue gently melding with Duo's as their movements grew bolder and more heated.

 

Within minutes, the two found themselves darting back to Duo's room, slamming the door behind them and tumbling into the bedroom. Heero gasped, tugging at the soaked shirt Duo wore, when the taller lifted him up before sitting on the bed. It only took a moment for the wet clothes to be tossed sloppily to the ground and heated flesh to touch, causing both to hiss slightly.

 

The rain outside pelted the windows gently as Duo leaned against the headboard, blue eyes glinting up at him between flashes of lightning. He felt light kisses trail down his body until he arched forward with need. Gritting his teeth, his fingers dug into the sheets aware at how close the other was to his destination. He only had to wait a moment before full lips wrapped around his member and he gasped as the other began sucking gently.

 

Not wanting to wait, he stopped the smaller, pulling him up for a hard kiss and gently bringing his own hand around to prepare him. Violet eyes flickered to ask for silent permission, and the brunette only kissed him crushingly in response. Soon, the smaller began to push down against Duo's fingers, his need becoming apparent as his breathing grew harsh.

 

Biting his lip in anticipation, Duo groaned, pulling out his fingers and positioning the Japanese over his hips before gently easing him down. Both boys hissed at the sensation, Heero wincing slightly at the discomfort. The tight heat made Duo flex to keep from moving too quickly. Groaning out the other's name he waited until the boy began to move, riding him slowly.

 

He could feel the other's legs tighten as he pushed himself up and down along his member, and he couldn't stop his hands from clamping on the slender hips, his fingers digging into the soft skin. Clenching his hands he pulled the other up, forcing his smaller body to move faster, their rhythm speeding up in frantic need.

 

Both were on the edge, their movements fast and jerky as they held onto each other tightly. Duo could feel he was close and reached around to rub the other gently, grasping his sex, it took only seconds for the smaller to moan lowly and breath his name as he came, his muscles clenching and bringing Duo close behind.

 

The two collapsed, Heero gently laying draped over his new lover, and Duo bringing long arms to encircle the slender figure on him. The rain still dripped gently, sliding slowly across the windows, the thunder's roll lulling the sated couple to sleep.

 

The next morning, Heero felt warm sunshine over his back as he stirred in the sheets. Breathing in, his blue eyes opened instantly and moved across the room, the events of last night flooding him. Blinking, he sat up, pulling the sheets up with him, and noticed he was alone.

 

A sick feeling settled in him as he looked around the empty room, trying to reason and rationalize in his mind. He calmed instantly when he heard the door in the hall open and close, however, and let a relieved smile come to his lips. “Hiya stranger,” he mumbled to the man who carried a tray with a cup of coffee, a newspaper, and a small flower.

 

“Hiya back,” Duo replied, setting the tray on the bed gently and taking his own coffee to stand by the patio doors. He watched the beautiful boy twirl the flower he'd gotten for him in between his fingers and raise it to his delicate nose.

 

Sapphire eyes lifted to meet his, “Thank you,” he said, lifting the coffee to his lips. Duo only nodded, smiling and watching the other close his eyes in enjoyment. Once those dark eyes opened, the boy stood, pulling cream sheets with him and walking to the opposite end of the open doors.

 

The curtains billowed between them, giving them teasing glances of the other before Duo stepped forward, pulling the smaller boy against him for a deep kiss. Moving together, he held out his arm and dropped his coffee mug, pulling his free arm to the slender boy's waist as the glass shattered on the ground.

 

Weeks later revealed that both Duo and Heero lived in New York and that they had since been dating. It was late fall now, the weather had begun to gray and the rains made the streets wet. The two walked comfortably together down the dirty streets, Duo's arm swung lazily over Heero's shoulders a beer in his other hand. Their late afternoon date brought them to a local carnival where the sounds of children screaming, rides whirring and vendors yelling rose above the city.

 

“STEP RIGHT UP! TRY YOUR LUCK!” an older man who stood in front of his game stand, yelled, his face red from the cold and the strain of his yelling. Turning to Heero he smiled, pointing his finger at the Japanese man's chest, “How about you, young man? Care to try some sharp shooting? Everyone's a winner!” he said, a lilt in his voice that seemed to tease the blue-eyed boy until he relented.

 

Feeling the arm over his shoulder tighten protectively, he glanced up into dancing violets and smiled, “Hmm?” he asked, and when the braided man simply grinned down on him he nodded, “Alright.”

 

The shorter stepped forward, lifting the dingy imitation of a rifle in his arms while Duo reached into his back pocket to pull out a small wad of bills. Hearing his taller lover behind him, Heero fumbled with the gun for a moment. “Do you know how to hold it?” the taller asked, a playful grin on his lips as he leaned against the stand.

 

Smirking to himself at the irony, Heero lifted the gun gently and rested it against his hip in an amateurish way. “Like that?” he asked, smiling sheepishly up at the other.

 

Duo laughed gently and nodded, “Yeah,” gesturing for the other to shoot.

 

Forcing a large, fake smile, Heero pointed the end and shot, his bullets missing each mark. He chuckled low in mock embarrassment while Duo teased him.

 

“You gotta aim,” the taller said, laughing at the way the bullets were deflected each time.

 

“I am!” Heero protested in an argumentative but light tone, Duo only laughed in response, making him smile. “Don't laugh or I'll kill you,” he warned flirtatiously as the last bullet left the barrel.

 

Grinning, once the other put his rifle down, Duo squinted one eye, bringing his own rifle up to eye level and began to shoot. Each bullet meeting it's target, except for the last one. However, he never noticed the slight narrowing of suspicious and slightly competitive sapphire eyes.

 

“Aw,” he drawled in disappointment when the last bullet clinked astray, turning to smile at the boy beside him, “beginner's luck,” he supplied before turning back to the vendor.

“Do we still get something?” he asked, hopeful, and grinned again when he was handed a small stuffed tiger.

 

Waving the tiger in victory and offering it to his smaller boyfriend, he was surprised when the other merely responded in a commanding voice, “I want to go again.”

 

Shrugging, the American turned to the vendor and offered up more bills, “One more time for the gentleman,” he said and turned when he could hear the familiar chime of bullets meeting their marks. His jaw dropped slightly as he watched the boy effortlessly hit each moving target perfectly. When the last target had fallen Duo blinked, not seeing when the shorter smirked to himself in satisfaction before turning around to laugh excitedly.

 

The two walked away with a large teddy bear that seemed to be the same size as the Japanese holding it. Placing his arm back around the slim shoulders Duo turned to the other curiously, “Where'd you learn to shoot like that?” he asked, tossing his own pathetic plush to a young child before looking back down into endless cobalt.

 

“Beginner's luck,” was all the other said, a secret smile playing on his lips before he turned away. Chuckling softly, Duo shrugged and kissed the top of the dark head as they continued through the carnival.

 

 

 

 

 

The linoleum-lit room smelled of sweat and leather, and the sounds of metal clinking and men grunting echoed throughout the gym. A raven-haired man could be seen pacing outside of a boxing ring, his Asiatic brown eyes narrowed in concentration as he watched the two figures within the ropes. He'd been listening to his best friend drone on about some man he'd only just met and it needed to… “Stop! Stop, you've only known the guy for six weeks!”

 

“I'm in love!” was the gruff reply as Duo punched at his opponent harshly in the stomach, his words slurred through his mouth guard. The other was quick to lash back however, jabbing at Duo while he blocked, “He's smart, sexy… he's uninhibited,” The braided man grunted, side-stepping a hard knee and growling when the man held him close with his gloved hands.

 

“…Spontaneous, complicated,” he continued, struggling to escape the other's hold before shaking him off and taking the other by surprise. “He's the sweetest thing I've ever seen,” he finished, punctuating each word with a punch to his opponent's face, each blow perfectly delivered.

 

Wufei sighed, circling the outside of the ring, watching Duo duck away from the other man's fists, “You know, I knew Sally for two and a half years before I asked her to marry me.” He raised his arms, trying to rationalize with his best friend, “You have to have a foundation of friendship. The other stuff fades.”

 

Sighing when he didn't receive a response, Wufei leaned against a rope slightly, “What does she do anyway?” He winced slightly when the other man suddenly pulled Duo off balance, crushing him to the floor.

 

Duo breathed harshly, struggling to shove the bigger man off him, “He's a server down on Wall Street,” he growled, sweat covering his flushed face, “He's there anytime, day or night.” The violet-eyed man finished, his neck straining when the other man was pushed off only to wrap his legs around Duo's head. “He's like Batman for computers.”

 

Frowning, Wufei stepped around, once more. Watching when Duo finally managed to stand, he raised his voice tauntingly, “I give it six months, tops.”

 

Deep-set eyes widened however when suddenly the braided man turned to him with an excited grin, his opponent securely fastened in his arms. “Fei, I asked him to marry me,” suddenly Duo was flipped onto his back hard as Wufei gaped.

 

“WHAT?!” the Chinese man's features screwed themselves incredulously.

 

Hitting the mat hard, but quickly raising his gloves Duo yelled, “I'm getting married!”

 

 

 

TBC…