Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Torture of Temptation ❯ Prologue - Memory ( Prologue )

Hm...well, I'm not quite sure where this one came from, but we'll see what happens. Just a ficlet, only three or four chappies.

Parings: one-sided 1x2

Warnings: yaoi, possible rape, suicidal suggestions

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Duo Maxwell was sprawled on the ground, limbs lying in every direction. The braid underneath him was slightly uncomfortable, but he couldn't seem to find the energy to get up and readjust his position. He was panting heavily, and every once in a while his fingers would twitch in an effort to move...but no such luck.

The shorts and t-shirt he was wearing were damp with sweat. Beads of the salty liquid trailed down his forehead. Duo Maxwell was unbelievably *hot*. The heavy rise and fall of his chest accompanied the frantic beating of his heart, which was only now starting to slow down.

He cursed under his breath, gasping to put air into his lungs at the same time. He turned his head with what little energy he had to glance at the Japanese 19 year old beside him.

Heero Yuy looked equally exhausted, but seemed to have managed to restrain some sort of control. For one, he wasn't lying on his back, but was leaning against the wire fence...and the heaving of his chest was less visible. "Again?" He asked simply, glancing down at his only friend in the university.

"Sure, man...just give me another minute or so." Duo replied with a weak grin, hoisting himself up onto his elbows, not seeming to care that they were digging into asphalt. He tilted his head back with a moan as his muscles screamed in protest, and he closed his eyes against the glaring afternoon sun.

"Damnit Yuy...you play a mean game of basketball. I can barely *move*."

Heero swallowed a lump in his throat and forced himself to look away from the braided youth. Closing his eyes, he counted slowly to ten and willed the image that Duo made out of his mind. The creamy, sweat glistened skin...the way his legs were sprawled carelessly...the sound of the moan coming from those beautiful lips...

Heero suppressed his own small groan, shaking his head to clear the thoughts. He needed to play again. Physical exertion seemed to be the only thing that would calm his traitorous body. "C'mon." He said, getting to his feet with surprising grace. "We're tied...we can't leave it off now."

Duo gave another grin and willed another wave of energy to course through his body and he stumbled to his feet. "Oh yeah...you are *so* goin' down, Yuy." He stated cheekily, brushing past Heero to collect the ball that had rolled lazily to the side of the fenced in court. He grinned at the group of students hanging out amidst the trees in the grassy area nearby.

Duo scanned the crowd as he bent to pick up the ball, enjoying the whispers and giggles he got from the females while the guys grumbled nervously. There weren't that many people actually watching, but that brunette sitting on the corner...Duo mused to himself that she looked rather interesting...and familiar. Wasn't she in his English class? Maybe he'd get a chance to talk to her tomorrow...He had English...what? third period?

A hand on his shoulder snapped Duo out of his thoughts. "huh?" he asked, spinning around with wide cobalt eyes to face his friend.

Heero glared. "You're getting distracted again. I thought we were going to play"

"We are!" Duo protested, holding out the ball. "I was getting this."

Heero snorted, looking un-amused as his hand slid from Duo's shoulder and he turned back to the net. "You get first ball."

Duo grinned widely, dribbling lazily, feeling the rhythm of rubber on pavement. Gods, there was nothing quite like a game of basketball to get the blood running...especially when your one-on-one partner was so damn good. Willing his sore body to cooperate, Duo focused his mind into the game, pushing the onlookers to the side of his mind.

His grin widened as he slowly approached Heero before stepping quickly to the side and darting towards the net. He had meant to get around the short haired brunette, but it seemed that Heero wasn't about to let that happen. Within seconds, the ball had transferred hands and the Japanese youth was making his way back to the check line to claim the ball as his.

Duo smirked. Well, he supposed he couldn't expect less from the captain of the basketball team. Besides, he preferred playing defense anyway....

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TBC...