Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Unity Arc 01: The Rush ❯ The Danger ( Chapter 2 )

AN: I did not intend for there to be a second piece to this little story, but I was pressured. And then this little bunny with a cute bow on top started giving me the look. You know the one; big eyes filling with tears, trembling lip, serrated teeth? Yeah. So I wrote it.

 

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Duo eyed the distance between him and the building with some trepidation. There was a fence in the way, not a very difficult obstacle to overcome but one that would take a moment of time. Beyond it were two OZ soldiers that Duo was considerably less worried about since they were about to die a very quiet death.

 

A shadow detached itself from the wall of the building and struck swiftly. At the first sign of movement Duo burst from his hiding place and sprinted for the fence. His only concern were the explosives against his back, wrapped and stacked carefully in the only backpack they had. Heero had killed both guards before the American ever reached the fence. Duo was a bit annoyed with that—the man could at least pretend it had been somewhat difficult. He scaled the chain-link like a rat and landed on the other side at a run. Heero took the left-hand side; Duo took the right of the building without question. They'd already gone over this.

 

It was supposed to be an easy in and out. Blow up the important shit, download whatever they could get their hands on and get out alive; not necessarily in that order.

 

Duo plastered himself to a stucco wall and held his breath for a slow count of ten. That should be plenty of time for Heero to break into the building. The Deathcythe pilot peered around the transformer he had taken shelter behind and smirked. This was just too easy. A single guard blocked an entrance and he looked beyond bored. Duo slid through the shadows and killed the man cleanly. He took another few seconds to drag the body into that crook beside the transformer then ghosted his way into the building.

 

It was silent. An eerie kind of electronic quiet that you knew should have held more sounds than just filtered air through the ducts. The hall was long and a few of the lights flickered at the end, cheap florescent. Duo padded down the hallway; one, two, third door on the left. He peer through the glass window and grinned. Only a single man was inside.

 

Duo rapped his knuckles on the door and twisted his black cap around. There was a grumble from the man inside, then the sound of boots. Duo flattened himself against the wall. The military man didn't bother to look out the window but wrenched the door open with an irritated, “What do you—“

 

The pilot buried his fist in the man's stomach and delivered an uppercut to the jaw. The soldier was out before he hit the ground. Duo slid the door shut and scanned the computers before him. Three screens were split to display various camera feeds around the base, constantly flicking to cover different areas.

 

Well wasn't this handy? Duo jabbed a small chip into a port on the computer. It started downloading information instantly. While it was busy the pilot scanned the rest of the room. It was aside from two chairs and a metal panel along the back wall, there was nothing remotely interesting.

 

He tapped his thigh absently and automatically covered a wince. Heero's grip had bruised him, then. It had simply taken a few hours to really get colorful. Duo scanned the video feeds and poked the muscles around his thigh, trying to determine the severity of the bruise. There was nothing interesting on the screen and they abruptly went black. That would be the virus Heero had coded before they left. Excellent.

 

Duo grabbed the port and yanked the cords out of the computers for good measure. At the wall he jimmied the lock in less than a second and smiled. Someone had kindly labeled each of the levers inside. With a chuckle he pulled the switch titled `Master.'

 

The lights died. The air filter hum slipped into silence. Duo didn't need the light to see and Heero could handle himself in the dark. The pilot checked his watch. Heero would be in the basement by now. He jogged out of the room and down the hallway, reviewing the blueprint in his head. His target lay in the north east corner, a larger wherehouse-like room.

 

The only soldiers he found on his way were already dead. He reached his target without a hitch only to discover an electronic lock he couldn't crack easily. Duo rolled the body of the soldier that had once been guarding this spot and rapidly skimmed his hands through the pockets. He found a card.

 

“Too easy…” he muttered and swiped the pass. The doors hissed open. Inside were more electronics than Duo knew what to do with. There were wires everywhere, most of them leading to or away from a bastardized Leo in the center of the room. There wasn't a single part of the machine that hadn't been exposed and tinkered with.

 

Duo assessed the room with a sweeping glance and darted through the forest of cables toward the prototype. He flipped his backpack around to his chest and set a few clusters of C4 deep inside the machinery. The bombs were crude, but they'd do the trick. Duo checked his watch.

 

Three minutes.

 

Plenty of time. The pilot set several more elaborate explosives around the room, emptying his pack.

 

Running footsteps caught his attention. They weren't Heero's. Duo ducked behind the prone mecha just before a small group of soldiers swept inside the werehouse.

 

“Get a move on, damnit…” handheld lights flashed around the room, “we're out of time!”

 

“Shoulda done this last week like I said—“

 

“Shuddup, Mike. Get to work.”

 

Duo left the men to their bickering and panned over the walls of the werehouse. They would all be dead soon, they didn't matter to him. He spotted a window and moved in that direction, only wary enough to avoid their flashlights. The idiots were so rushed they didn't even try being quiet. Duo scaled a small tower of boxes and suppressed the urge to growl at the window he found. There was no way to pop the thing neatly open.

 

“Goddamned lights—what the hell is James doing, anyway, sleeping?”

 

“Asshole's probably watching us fumble around like rats—“

 

“Shuddup, the both of you! You're like children…”

 

Duo automatically counted five voices while he ran his fingers around the edges of the window, searching for a catch or a fault in the design. Nothing.

 

Something crashed and Duo grabbed the opportunity with both hands. While the men struck up an argument the pilot smashed his hand through the glass and wrenched the window open from the outside. A circle of light painted his shadow on the wall.

 

“Hey, you—“

 

But Duo was already dropping to the ground just in time to see Heero sprinting for the fence not far away. He took off in a similar direction, fishing the detonator from his pack as he ran. The fence was easier to scale without the weight of C4 on his back. His watch beeped once and a deep explosion rocked the earth. Duo landed hard and pressed his own detonator, sending the base into a mushroom of smoke and fire.

 

The sounds of men shouting spurred Duo into the surrounding forest. He zigzagged through the trees in the general direction of Heero's flight path. That he found the man at all was a miracle. Heero slowed, recognizing the sound of Duo's footsteps but the American didn't.

 

He slammed them both into a tree and attacked Heero's mouth with all the ferocity he'd contained in the warehouse. He pressed their bodies flush, pinning Heero and assessing his arousal all in the same instant. Heero yanked the backpack and Duo stumbled. He shed the extra weight and collapsed when Heero pressed his advantage. They went tumbling into the dirt. Duo's shirt was torn from his body, the pants didn't suffer much longer.

 

The American triggered the knife at his wrist and rolled them over, swiftly removing Heero's shirt. He sliced the waistband of Heero's pants when the shouts of Oz soldiers startled them apart. Duo leapt to his feet and sent the knife flying into the throat of the first man. He'd rip the damned spandex if he had to. Heero was on his feet and shot the second and third before they finished gaping at the naked teen.

 

Duo lunged for the gun. Heero dropped it before he could do anything and the two crashed together again. Duo grappled for Heero's hands and pinned them against the tree. He kicked the man's legs wide, off balancing him and palmed the erection there with a bite to Heero's shoulder.

 

“Aaah!” It was the first involuntary sound Heero had made. Duo ground his hips into Heero's and relished the hiss it produced. That was where he had cut his name. He wondered if he'd be paying for that little stunt any time soon. He clawed at the spandex, finally tearing it away and knelt. Heero tried to pull out of Duo's grip but the American just grabbed a wrist in each hand and brought them down with him, flattening them to the tree as he swallowed the erection in front of him.

 

“Fuck!”

 

Yeah, that's the idea. Duo swallowed around the shaft and worked his way harshly to the tip. He slid back down when Heero cocked his hips upward. Duo sucked the flesh and twisted his tongue, applying every trick he could think of. It worked. Heero tensed and Duo bit down. Not hard, but it was enough.

 

He swallowed what was offered and pulled his own erection. He was knocked flat in a second. Heero's knees hit the dirt and Duo screamed when his arousal was engulfed. His hands seized in Heero's hair and his back arched off the forest floor with the force of it.

 

Heero rolled left and Duo followed the movement in an instant. He threw himself over Heero, vaulting farther with the man's momentum and rolled in the dirt. He aimed the Browning as he straightened. Heero paused in his crouch.

 

“Yanno… we really have to stop meeting like this.” Duo quipped.