Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Ultimate Sacrifice ❯ Chapter 11 ( Chapter 11 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Karen from KanaDUH 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.30.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 605 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.30.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 605 | Status: Completed
Warnings: yaoi, angst, AU, alternating POV's
Pairing:1x2, 1+R (nothing romantic though), implied 3+4
Disclaimer: Would I still be working if I owned GW?
Archive: GW on the Sanctuary Anywhere else, please ask first. Feedback: Send comments, good and bad, to lady_yaoi @ hotmail.com (remove spaces)
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AC 200
[Duo]
I'm dreaming... I have to be. 'Cause in real life I am _not_ in Heero's arms... kissing him... feeling like I do. Fate is a cruel bitch who's never liked me, so I have to be dreaming.
A gentle tongue probing at my lips, pleading for entrance, finally convinces me this _is_ real. With a whimper of long denied need, I welcome that wet invader into my mouth; my own tongue rushing forth to greet it. A low moan from Heero, and our kiss deepens. I can't stop my self from pressing closer to him, or my hands from wandering across his broad back. The burning need to touch him is indescribable. I lose myself in the touch, smell, feel of this gorgeous boy I'm wrapping myself around.
Just as I feel passion's fire threaten to consume me, an overly loud and annoying rumble erupts from my stomach. Heero breaks our kiss and I lower my head, whispering an embarrassed apology.
"Good thing I got us something to eat then, ne?" A roughened thumb brushes tenderly across my cheek, making me shiver slightly. Releasing me from our embrace, but not letting go of me entirely, Heero leads me towards a pile of take-out bags on the floor... and my duffel bag. "Here," he thrust the bag at me. "You'll probably want to get dressed first." At my curious gaze, he hastily added, "Wufei left it for you downstairs." With no small amount of reluctance, Heero releases my hand and I retreat to the bathroom to dress.
Emerging a minute later, dressed in the only clean clothes I found in the bag - a pair of boxers and an old t-shirt - I try not to notice Heero's eyes watching me so intently. When he came in and didn't see me... I can't imagine what he must have been thinking. "About before... when you came in..." I start. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. Should have waited until you got back, huh?"
"Sit down, Duo... onegai. Eat... we need to talk." Did I just hear right? Heero - _Heero_ - wants to talk? And I've heard him say 'please' more times in the last day then I've ever heard before.
I'm scared and nervous like a school girl on her first date, but it's more than that. Fear, uncertainty, joy, longing, desire... shit, pick an emotion, I'm sure it's churning around inside me. Heero said he loves me, misses me. Hell, he's spent almost three years looking for me! So what's with this boiling caldron of... of... stuff going on inside me? He certainly seems like he wants me back in his life, but what about his life right now? What about Relena? Surely she'll have something to say if I come waltzing back on Heero's arm. Would it be fair to hurt someone else?
All this roiled around the feeble excuse I call my brain while we ate... in silence. Heero kept casting odd looks my way and finally I could take it no longer. "What? Do I have ketchup on my face?" Lousy attempt at humor I know.
I'm not used to you being so quiet," he shrugged, a sad smile on his face.
"Oh." I pause, toying with my hamburger and not meeting his eyes. "Sorry."
"If you say 'sorry' one time, baka..." His implied threat went unspoken, but the corners of my mouth turn upwards slightly at the use of my old nickname.
"How did Wufei find me?" The question has been burning a hole in my head since I first saw Wu-man yesterday. Here I thought I'd been so careful to not leave any tracks.
"By accident." I look upwards quickly, meeting Heero's flat cobalt stare. "Fate finally decided to deal me break I guess." Something else is hidden in those words... something that makes little pricks of fear dance along my arms. "Good thing too; I don't know how much longer I could have gone on... searching." I feel my appetite slip away at the small hesitation before he added the last word. I know, without a doubt, what he is talking about.
"You're strong, Heero. You would have gone on just fine." I wasn't talking about searching for me either.
"Not that strong," His confession startles me. "You're the strong one, Duo. Whether you realize it or not, what you did took strength. In your place, I don't think I would have been able to do what you did. Despite the results, I admire you for that."
Confused, I stand and move to stare out the window in our room. The cool glass feels good against my forehead as I lean against it. No one has ever said they admire me before. After all, street-rats are not the admiring type. We're dirty, undisciplined, unworthy... bakas, who all of society looks down on. How could someone as strong and self-assured as Heero admire me? I say as much to Heero, earning myself a snort in reply.
"Relena was right; we _really_ have to work on your self-image." He stands and moves towards me before continuing. "In spite off all you went through growing up, you never lost your ability to care, to help others. I don't think I'll ever understand why you chose to fixate on me. I'm not half the person inside that you are. You showed me how to be human, how to love... how to _be_ loved. Odin told me to follow my emotions, you finished it by showing me what those emotions were."
"That," I started, wiping away the tears I can't control lately, "is probably the longest speech I've heard come from you."
"Hn. It's all your fault, baka." My head falls back against his chest as his arms wrap themselves around my waist. "You and Relena rarely shut up. It's rubbed off on me I guess."
There's that name again... Relena. Heero's only mentioned her name in a passing manner, but what's their relationship? If they're lovers I can't see Relena putting up with Heero's search for me; I wouldn't if our situations were reversed. How will she feel if I show up after all this time? Only one way to find out... "Does Relena know where you are? What you've been doing?"
Arms tighten around me gently and a soft sigh of breath ghosts past my ear. "She knows where I am. By now the entire Earth Sphere probably knows where I am." Another sigh, but I can hear wry humor carefully hidden within. "And yes, she knows what I've been doing. She's been helping me find you, Duo. Without her support and friendship..."
"But aren't... didn't..." My mind is a-whirl with confused thoughts. Why would Relena help Heero find me? They - Heero and Relena - were _supposed_ to be together, but as a couple, not trying to find me. Have none of my plans worked out?
"Duo," I can feel Heero shaking behind me, but it's humor not tears causing the tremors this time. "Duo, Relena and I are friends, nothing more.
"Remember the last time OZ captured you, when you were so badly beaten?" I nod my head; it's not something I'm likely to ever forget. "Relena was the one who opened my eyes to what I was feeling for you. She knew back then, and she knows today, that I love you, and only you. She's been working just as hard to find you... to make me whole again."
I fall silent, unsure what to say, what to do. The best laid plans of mice and men... nothing, it seems, has turned out the way I intended.
"So where do we go from here?" Heero's soft voice broke my inner musing. "I want you back in my life - as my best friend, as my koi - but what do you want, Duo? Do you want me too?" If I hadn't been listening so intently I would have missed the small hitch in his voice when he asked that last question.
I turn in his arms, facing him, reaching up to wind my fingers into his silky hair. How can he want me after everything I've put him through... but he does, and I'm not going to run away from it anymore. "Yes," I breath, guiding his lips down to meet mine. Do I want him? Oh god, yes.
Our kiss is nothing like the one we shared earlier. Where that one had been tender and sensual, this one was hard and passionate. My hands, Heero hands, were everywhere at once trying to touch any part of each other we could. Raw need, unfulfilled and denied for too long, licked flame-like at both of us.
My world narrowed down until only the moaning boy crushing me closer remained. Breaking our kiss quickly to divest Heero of his shirt, I recapture his lips before the loss could be processed. My tongue thrusts eagerly back into that sweet, intoxicating mouth while my hands feverishly explore the newly bared skin beneath them.
A light brush against Heero's firming nipples rewards me with the breathless gasp of my name as his mouth broke from mine and he arches into my touch. It makes me weak in the knees when I feel his hard arousal press into my thigh. Hot, molten lava-like desire/lust drove me to repeat the action, this time with my mouth. A delicate wet swipe across one hardened nub, followed by a little nip, and Heero practically melts into me. Every small whimper/moan I tease out of Heero, every touch of his hot skin under my hands, replenishes a small part of my torn soul.
Pressed back against the window sill we're standing in front of, cool glass at my back, hot aroused boy in my arms, I want back the soul-blending oneness we once shared. "Heero," I scarcely recognize my own passion-laden voice, "make me yours again." Moist lips and gentle teeth trail down my neck hungrily as strong hands grab my ass, pulling our lower bodies flush against each other. I can't control the small gasps and the trembling when Heero's hips thrust forward, rubbing his arousal against mine. Oh yes... oh god... I need this... I've always needed this, him... "Make love to me, Heero... please..."
Heero stills, pulling slightly away from me. Did I say something wrong? He said he wants me... am I wrong to think he meant it in this way? A tidal wave of self-doubt threatens to engulf me and I hold my breath.
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TBC
Pairing:1x2, 1+R (nothing romantic though), implied 3+4
Disclaimer: Would I still be working if I owned GW?
Archive: GW on the Sanctuary Anywhere else, please ask first. Feedback: Send comments, good and bad, to lady_yaoi @ hotmail.com (remove spaces)
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Ultimate Sacrifice
AC 200
[Duo]
I'm dreaming... I have to be. 'Cause in real life I am _not_ in Heero's arms... kissing him... feeling like I do. Fate is a cruel bitch who's never liked me, so I have to be dreaming.
A gentle tongue probing at my lips, pleading for entrance, finally convinces me this _is_ real. With a whimper of long denied need, I welcome that wet invader into my mouth; my own tongue rushing forth to greet it. A low moan from Heero, and our kiss deepens. I can't stop my self from pressing closer to him, or my hands from wandering across his broad back. The burning need to touch him is indescribable. I lose myself in the touch, smell, feel of this gorgeous boy I'm wrapping myself around.
Just as I feel passion's fire threaten to consume me, an overly loud and annoying rumble erupts from my stomach. Heero breaks our kiss and I lower my head, whispering an embarrassed apology.
"Good thing I got us something to eat then, ne?" A roughened thumb brushes tenderly across my cheek, making me shiver slightly. Releasing me from our embrace, but not letting go of me entirely, Heero leads me towards a pile of take-out bags on the floor... and my duffel bag. "Here," he thrust the bag at me. "You'll probably want to get dressed first." At my curious gaze, he hastily added, "Wufei left it for you downstairs." With no small amount of reluctance, Heero releases my hand and I retreat to the bathroom to dress.
Emerging a minute later, dressed in the only clean clothes I found in the bag - a pair of boxers and an old t-shirt - I try not to notice Heero's eyes watching me so intently. When he came in and didn't see me... I can't imagine what he must have been thinking. "About before... when you came in..." I start. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. Should have waited until you got back, huh?"
"Sit down, Duo... onegai. Eat... we need to talk." Did I just hear right? Heero - _Heero_ - wants to talk? And I've heard him say 'please' more times in the last day then I've ever heard before.
I'm scared and nervous like a school girl on her first date, but it's more than that. Fear, uncertainty, joy, longing, desire... shit, pick an emotion, I'm sure it's churning around inside me. Heero said he loves me, misses me. Hell, he's spent almost three years looking for me! So what's with this boiling caldron of... of... stuff going on inside me? He certainly seems like he wants me back in his life, but what about his life right now? What about Relena? Surely she'll have something to say if I come waltzing back on Heero's arm. Would it be fair to hurt someone else?
All this roiled around the feeble excuse I call my brain while we ate... in silence. Heero kept casting odd looks my way and finally I could take it no longer. "What? Do I have ketchup on my face?" Lousy attempt at humor I know.
I'm not used to you being so quiet," he shrugged, a sad smile on his face.
"Oh." I pause, toying with my hamburger and not meeting his eyes. "Sorry."
"If you say 'sorry' one time, baka..." His implied threat went unspoken, but the corners of my mouth turn upwards slightly at the use of my old nickname.
"How did Wufei find me?" The question has been burning a hole in my head since I first saw Wu-man yesterday. Here I thought I'd been so careful to not leave any tracks.
"By accident." I look upwards quickly, meeting Heero's flat cobalt stare. "Fate finally decided to deal me break I guess." Something else is hidden in those words... something that makes little pricks of fear dance along my arms. "Good thing too; I don't know how much longer I could have gone on... searching." I feel my appetite slip away at the small hesitation before he added the last word. I know, without a doubt, what he is talking about.
"You're strong, Heero. You would have gone on just fine." I wasn't talking about searching for me either.
"Not that strong," His confession startles me. "You're the strong one, Duo. Whether you realize it or not, what you did took strength. In your place, I don't think I would have been able to do what you did. Despite the results, I admire you for that."
Confused, I stand and move to stare out the window in our room. The cool glass feels good against my forehead as I lean against it. No one has ever said they admire me before. After all, street-rats are not the admiring type. We're dirty, undisciplined, unworthy... bakas, who all of society looks down on. How could someone as strong and self-assured as Heero admire me? I say as much to Heero, earning myself a snort in reply.
"Relena was right; we _really_ have to work on your self-image." He stands and moves towards me before continuing. "In spite off all you went through growing up, you never lost your ability to care, to help others. I don't think I'll ever understand why you chose to fixate on me. I'm not half the person inside that you are. You showed me how to be human, how to love... how to _be_ loved. Odin told me to follow my emotions, you finished it by showing me what those emotions were."
"That," I started, wiping away the tears I can't control lately, "is probably the longest speech I've heard come from you."
"Hn. It's all your fault, baka." My head falls back against his chest as his arms wrap themselves around my waist. "You and Relena rarely shut up. It's rubbed off on me I guess."
There's that name again... Relena. Heero's only mentioned her name in a passing manner, but what's their relationship? If they're lovers I can't see Relena putting up with Heero's search for me; I wouldn't if our situations were reversed. How will she feel if I show up after all this time? Only one way to find out... "Does Relena know where you are? What you've been doing?"
Arms tighten around me gently and a soft sigh of breath ghosts past my ear. "She knows where I am. By now the entire Earth Sphere probably knows where I am." Another sigh, but I can hear wry humor carefully hidden within. "And yes, she knows what I've been doing. She's been helping me find you, Duo. Without her support and friendship..."
"But aren't... didn't..." My mind is a-whirl with confused thoughts. Why would Relena help Heero find me? They - Heero and Relena - were _supposed_ to be together, but as a couple, not trying to find me. Have none of my plans worked out?
"Duo," I can feel Heero shaking behind me, but it's humor not tears causing the tremors this time. "Duo, Relena and I are friends, nothing more.
"Remember the last time OZ captured you, when you were so badly beaten?" I nod my head; it's not something I'm likely to ever forget. "Relena was the one who opened my eyes to what I was feeling for you. She knew back then, and she knows today, that I love you, and only you. She's been working just as hard to find you... to make me whole again."
I fall silent, unsure what to say, what to do. The best laid plans of mice and men... nothing, it seems, has turned out the way I intended.
"So where do we go from here?" Heero's soft voice broke my inner musing. "I want you back in my life - as my best friend, as my koi - but what do you want, Duo? Do you want me too?" If I hadn't been listening so intently I would have missed the small hitch in his voice when he asked that last question.
I turn in his arms, facing him, reaching up to wind my fingers into his silky hair. How can he want me after everything I've put him through... but he does, and I'm not going to run away from it anymore. "Yes," I breath, guiding his lips down to meet mine. Do I want him? Oh god, yes.
Our kiss is nothing like the one we shared earlier. Where that one had been tender and sensual, this one was hard and passionate. My hands, Heero hands, were everywhere at once trying to touch any part of each other we could. Raw need, unfulfilled and denied for too long, licked flame-like at both of us.
My world narrowed down until only the moaning boy crushing me closer remained. Breaking our kiss quickly to divest Heero of his shirt, I recapture his lips before the loss could be processed. My tongue thrusts eagerly back into that sweet, intoxicating mouth while my hands feverishly explore the newly bared skin beneath them.
A light brush against Heero's firming nipples rewards me with the breathless gasp of my name as his mouth broke from mine and he arches into my touch. It makes me weak in the knees when I feel his hard arousal press into my thigh. Hot, molten lava-like desire/lust drove me to repeat the action, this time with my mouth. A delicate wet swipe across one hardened nub, followed by a little nip, and Heero practically melts into me. Every small whimper/moan I tease out of Heero, every touch of his hot skin under my hands, replenishes a small part of my torn soul.
Pressed back against the window sill we're standing in front of, cool glass at my back, hot aroused boy in my arms, I want back the soul-blending oneness we once shared. "Heero," I scarcely recognize my own passion-laden voice, "make me yours again." Moist lips and gentle teeth trail down my neck hungrily as strong hands grab my ass, pulling our lower bodies flush against each other. I can't control the small gasps and the trembling when Heero's hips thrust forward, rubbing his arousal against mine. Oh yes... oh god... I need this... I've always needed this, him... "Make love to me, Heero... please..."
Heero stills, pulling slightly away from me. Did I say something wrong? He said he wants me... am I wrong to think he meant it in this way? A tidal wave of self-doubt threatens to engulf me and I hold my breath.
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TBC