Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ War Story ❯ Chapter 17
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By: Vinyl-Koneko 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Angst / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.04.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 362 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Angst / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.04.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 362 | Status: Completed
+ Title: War Story - Part 17
+ Author: Vinyl Koneko (Emily), roguegirl@att.net
+ Rating: R
+ Couplings: 1xR, 1x2, 3x4
+ Warnings: AU, WWII era, minor het, yaoi, historical fiction, drama, no Wufei
+ Archive: Want it? Take it. Just give me credit, please.
+ Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. If I did, well, let's just say the 1xR and 2xH fans wouldn't be so happy...
+ Comments: // Written //, *emphasis*, 'thought', [ flashback ]. Heero POV. This story was written solely for the 1x2 AU Novella 25,000 Word Fic Challenge. Inspiration hit watching PBS on a lonely Saturday night and wouldn't let me rest until it was done. ^_^
+ Summary: The year is 1942. Heero Yuy, a pilot for the United States Air Force, gets send to command a squadron in London. There he meets a literature student by the name of Duo Maxwell, and he learns sometimes it takes another person to figure out everything about yourself.
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Quatre and Trowa were, of course, extremely excited for their friend when they heard the good news. Heero, in anticipation of the evening's activities, could not help but feel nervous as hell. Between the blond lieutenant and his mechanic lover, they managed to find a suitable outfit for the occasion. Heero found himself in black slacks with a silk blue shirt of Quatre's that was a hue a little brighter than his eyes.
"It's all right to have something to drink as long as you don't plan on getting plastered. It's a bad idea to get so drunk that you wake up not remembering anything," Trowa said as he brushed lint off of a matching black sports coat before handing it to Heero.
"Just make sure you have fun," Quatre said, smiling as he watched Heero examine his appearance in a full-length mirror. "The cab will be here in five minutes. Oh, and just because Duo's a guy doesn't mean that you can't buy flowers." The blond winked. "There is a florist on the way to the restaurant if you want to drop in beforehand."
Heero looked at his reflection in the mirror, hoping Duo would be pleased with his appearance. He felt a tinge of embarrassment as his sudden state of self-consciousness. He had never been so concerned with the way it looked before. "Is there anything else I should know?"
"Don't order anything with garlic," Trowa and Quatre responded in unison, smiling at each other and their similar insight.
"All right," Heero responded, controlling his breathing to try to steady his heart rate. A quick glance at his hand caused him to frown. 'Wouldn't look good to leave that on,' he thought, pulling of the gold wedding band. He heard the honk of the taxi outside the barracks building, taking one last glimpse in the mirror before saying a quick thanks for his friends' help.
He took their advice, having the cabdriver stop for a moment at the florist. The red roses were beautiful - he had to admit - but they seemed a little too cliché, and so far their coming together had been anything but that. Heero ended up settling on three white roses, bound together with a red ribbon. He only hoped that Duo would approve.
Arriving at Bernardo's, he found Duo standing under the red-and-white striped awning that stretched overhead. Duo smiled broadly when their gazes met, and Heero found himself being pulled into a very enthusiastic kiss.
"I woke up this morning thinking I had dreamed it all," he confessed shyly.
"Almost seems to good to be true, doesn't it?" Heero agreed. He extended his hand that held the small bouquet. "These are for you."
"Thanks," Duo responded. "They're beautiful."
"Just like you," Heero said, not realizing he had said his thoughts out loud until he saw a cute blush gracing Duo's attractive features. He wasn't making it up, though. Duo's wardrobe was similar to his own only charcoal being the main color instead of black. He wore a shirt of a lush maroon that seemed to accentuate the copper highlights in his hair.
"You don't look so bad yourself." Duo remarked as they walked together into the restaurant. The inside of Bernardo's wasn't as big as it outwardly seemed, but it was popular, judging by the fact that most of the tables and booths were filled up. It was decorated elegantly, as well, white linens adorning every table with a single candle decorating the centers of each one.
Heero gave his name, and the maître d' immediately led them to a booth in the corner and down the row of windows from the entrance. They clasped their rights hands together under the table as they looked over the menus. Heero ordered a bottle of red wine with an eggplant parmesan as Duo asked for the shrimp scampi on fettuccine.
The pilot released his hold on the longhaired man's hand, capturing his chin from across the table and allowing their mouths to meet over the table. The kiss was full of heated passion, and for a moment Heero was reminded of Quatre and Trowa. That brought a smile to his lips. They explored each other's mouths with no abandon. The window was tinted so they could see out but no one could see in, and their booth was out of sight of the nearest occupied table. Heero had requested a private booth for that particular reason. He didn't want their date to feel hindered by the chance of other people seeing them and being disgusted.
"I can't keep myself from touching you," Heero admitted when they broke apart. "I don't know how I managed before."
Duo brushed his bangs out of his eyes, taking a sip from the ice water that was sitting as his elbow. "I don't know either; I'm a pretty irresistible guy," he joked.
"You have no idea."
They conversed quietly, the majority of what passed between them being flirting and a lot of subtle innuendos. Heero was surprised at how easy he felt around Duo. He would have never been in this sort of situation with Relena, even the casual handholding. She wasn't very active about their relationship in private - it was all a show, to her.
Dinner came half an hour later, and it was delicious. Heero leaned forward, licking alfredo sauce off of Duo's lips, which momentarily surprised the other man, but he quickly relaxed to the situation. Heero noticed that neither of them touched the garlic bread that came with their meals, and the onions in the small salads remained on the plate. Between the two of them they had finished a good portion of the wine, and - Heero admitted - he was feeling a little giddy. While he wasn't completely wasted, he knew that he had reached his limit for the night.
"You want to get some ice cream after?" Duo asked, an enigmatic glint in his eye. "My treat."
"All right," Heero agreed, unsure as to what his companion was planning.
The ice cream shop was around the corner and down the street a few blocks. Heero sat at a table while Duo ordered, and the longhaired American returned with an ice cream sundae covered in hot fudge and cherries.
"Where's mine?" Heero asked, and he got his answer when Duo procured two spoons from where they had been tucked away in a pocket in his pants. Heero took the spoon, scooping out a portion of the vanilla ice cream with a liberal covering of fudge. He was about to put it in his mouth when Duo hit his elbow, gaze stern.
"What would the fun be in feeding ourselves?" he smiled. Duo took his own spoon, running it through the ice cream before holding it in front of Heero's mouth. Heero accepted the proffered spoon, licking off the ice cream. It felt a little odd at first being spoon-fed as if he were an infant, but he soon realized the sexual implications of the actions as he watched Duo take the spoon Heero held into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the plastic surface and wiping any excess fudge off his lips.
Heero watched Duo take another swipe of the ice cream, wiping the back of the spoon across the tip of Heero's nose before placing it in his mouth. Heero swallowed the ice cream, staring at the vanilla as it melted on his nose. "Duo, these aren't my pants. Trowa might get the wrong idea if I return them with a white stain on the front."
Duo chuckled lightly, bending across the table to run his tongue across the tip of Heero's nose. The Japanese-American felt a current of electricity run through him from the action. He felt a twinge of panic when he realized that he was becoming a little aroused by the mutual feeding, more so because of Duo's tongue.
Heero cleared his voice. "We should stop. Things are…moving too fast."
Duo looked a little peeved. "Well you're the one that started the whole licking thing earlier at dinner."
"No," the major shook his head, not wanting Duo to get the wrong idea. "I like this - this is nice. I really do love you and want to show you how much I do, but I don't think I'm ready for that just yet."
The longhaired man smiled understandingly. "Okay. It makes sense; I mean, you just figured out you were gay and all a few weeks ago. It's a little nerve-wracking the first time your with a man, but it's definitely worth it." Duo leaned over the table, kissing Heero chastely on the lips. "Let me know when you're ready; I'll be here."
Heero felt a wave of relief wash over him. Duo understood and was being supportive. He couldn't begin to comprehend how he could be so fortunate. They finished the rest of the ice cream before saying goodnight, exchanging kisses and quiet "I love you"s before parting for the evening.
In the back of Heero's mind was the constant, nagging reminder that he would need to come up with a way to fix things real fast before he ended up seriously hurting Relena or Duo. 'There just has to be an easier way…'
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End Part 17
+ Author: Vinyl Koneko (Emily), roguegirl@att.net
+ Rating: R
+ Couplings: 1xR, 1x2, 3x4
+ Warnings: AU, WWII era, minor het, yaoi, historical fiction, drama, no Wufei
+ Archive: Want it? Take it. Just give me credit, please.
+ Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. If I did, well, let's just say the 1xR and 2xH fans wouldn't be so happy...
+ Comments: // Written //, *emphasis*, 'thought', [ flashback ]. Heero POV. This story was written solely for the 1x2 AU Novella 25,000 Word Fic Challenge. Inspiration hit watching PBS on a lonely Saturday night and wouldn't let me rest until it was done. ^_^
+ Summary: The year is 1942. Heero Yuy, a pilot for the United States Air Force, gets send to command a squadron in London. There he meets a literature student by the name of Duo Maxwell, and he learns sometimes it takes another person to figure out everything about yourself.
*~**~*
Quatre and Trowa were, of course, extremely excited for their friend when they heard the good news. Heero, in anticipation of the evening's activities, could not help but feel nervous as hell. Between the blond lieutenant and his mechanic lover, they managed to find a suitable outfit for the occasion. Heero found himself in black slacks with a silk blue shirt of Quatre's that was a hue a little brighter than his eyes.
"It's all right to have something to drink as long as you don't plan on getting plastered. It's a bad idea to get so drunk that you wake up not remembering anything," Trowa said as he brushed lint off of a matching black sports coat before handing it to Heero.
"Just make sure you have fun," Quatre said, smiling as he watched Heero examine his appearance in a full-length mirror. "The cab will be here in five minutes. Oh, and just because Duo's a guy doesn't mean that you can't buy flowers." The blond winked. "There is a florist on the way to the restaurant if you want to drop in beforehand."
Heero looked at his reflection in the mirror, hoping Duo would be pleased with his appearance. He felt a tinge of embarrassment as his sudden state of self-consciousness. He had never been so concerned with the way it looked before. "Is there anything else I should know?"
"Don't order anything with garlic," Trowa and Quatre responded in unison, smiling at each other and their similar insight.
"All right," Heero responded, controlling his breathing to try to steady his heart rate. A quick glance at his hand caused him to frown. 'Wouldn't look good to leave that on,' he thought, pulling of the gold wedding band. He heard the honk of the taxi outside the barracks building, taking one last glimpse in the mirror before saying a quick thanks for his friends' help.
He took their advice, having the cabdriver stop for a moment at the florist. The red roses were beautiful - he had to admit - but they seemed a little too cliché, and so far their coming together had been anything but that. Heero ended up settling on three white roses, bound together with a red ribbon. He only hoped that Duo would approve.
Arriving at Bernardo's, he found Duo standing under the red-and-white striped awning that stretched overhead. Duo smiled broadly when their gazes met, and Heero found himself being pulled into a very enthusiastic kiss.
"I woke up this morning thinking I had dreamed it all," he confessed shyly.
"Almost seems to good to be true, doesn't it?" Heero agreed. He extended his hand that held the small bouquet. "These are for you."
"Thanks," Duo responded. "They're beautiful."
"Just like you," Heero said, not realizing he had said his thoughts out loud until he saw a cute blush gracing Duo's attractive features. He wasn't making it up, though. Duo's wardrobe was similar to his own only charcoal being the main color instead of black. He wore a shirt of a lush maroon that seemed to accentuate the copper highlights in his hair.
"You don't look so bad yourself." Duo remarked as they walked together into the restaurant. The inside of Bernardo's wasn't as big as it outwardly seemed, but it was popular, judging by the fact that most of the tables and booths were filled up. It was decorated elegantly, as well, white linens adorning every table with a single candle decorating the centers of each one.
Heero gave his name, and the maître d' immediately led them to a booth in the corner and down the row of windows from the entrance. They clasped their rights hands together under the table as they looked over the menus. Heero ordered a bottle of red wine with an eggplant parmesan as Duo asked for the shrimp scampi on fettuccine.
The pilot released his hold on the longhaired man's hand, capturing his chin from across the table and allowing their mouths to meet over the table. The kiss was full of heated passion, and for a moment Heero was reminded of Quatre and Trowa. That brought a smile to his lips. They explored each other's mouths with no abandon. The window was tinted so they could see out but no one could see in, and their booth was out of sight of the nearest occupied table. Heero had requested a private booth for that particular reason. He didn't want their date to feel hindered by the chance of other people seeing them and being disgusted.
"I can't keep myself from touching you," Heero admitted when they broke apart. "I don't know how I managed before."
Duo brushed his bangs out of his eyes, taking a sip from the ice water that was sitting as his elbow. "I don't know either; I'm a pretty irresistible guy," he joked.
"You have no idea."
They conversed quietly, the majority of what passed between them being flirting and a lot of subtle innuendos. Heero was surprised at how easy he felt around Duo. He would have never been in this sort of situation with Relena, even the casual handholding. She wasn't very active about their relationship in private - it was all a show, to her.
Dinner came half an hour later, and it was delicious. Heero leaned forward, licking alfredo sauce off of Duo's lips, which momentarily surprised the other man, but he quickly relaxed to the situation. Heero noticed that neither of them touched the garlic bread that came with their meals, and the onions in the small salads remained on the plate. Between the two of them they had finished a good portion of the wine, and - Heero admitted - he was feeling a little giddy. While he wasn't completely wasted, he knew that he had reached his limit for the night.
"You want to get some ice cream after?" Duo asked, an enigmatic glint in his eye. "My treat."
"All right," Heero agreed, unsure as to what his companion was planning.
The ice cream shop was around the corner and down the street a few blocks. Heero sat at a table while Duo ordered, and the longhaired American returned with an ice cream sundae covered in hot fudge and cherries.
"Where's mine?" Heero asked, and he got his answer when Duo procured two spoons from where they had been tucked away in a pocket in his pants. Heero took the spoon, scooping out a portion of the vanilla ice cream with a liberal covering of fudge. He was about to put it in his mouth when Duo hit his elbow, gaze stern.
"What would the fun be in feeding ourselves?" he smiled. Duo took his own spoon, running it through the ice cream before holding it in front of Heero's mouth. Heero accepted the proffered spoon, licking off the ice cream. It felt a little odd at first being spoon-fed as if he were an infant, but he soon realized the sexual implications of the actions as he watched Duo take the spoon Heero held into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the plastic surface and wiping any excess fudge off his lips.
Heero watched Duo take another swipe of the ice cream, wiping the back of the spoon across the tip of Heero's nose before placing it in his mouth. Heero swallowed the ice cream, staring at the vanilla as it melted on his nose. "Duo, these aren't my pants. Trowa might get the wrong idea if I return them with a white stain on the front."
Duo chuckled lightly, bending across the table to run his tongue across the tip of Heero's nose. The Japanese-American felt a current of electricity run through him from the action. He felt a twinge of panic when he realized that he was becoming a little aroused by the mutual feeding, more so because of Duo's tongue.
Heero cleared his voice. "We should stop. Things are…moving too fast."
Duo looked a little peeved. "Well you're the one that started the whole licking thing earlier at dinner."
"No," the major shook his head, not wanting Duo to get the wrong idea. "I like this - this is nice. I really do love you and want to show you how much I do, but I don't think I'm ready for that just yet."
The longhaired man smiled understandingly. "Okay. It makes sense; I mean, you just figured out you were gay and all a few weeks ago. It's a little nerve-wracking the first time your with a man, but it's definitely worth it." Duo leaned over the table, kissing Heero chastely on the lips. "Let me know when you're ready; I'll be here."
Heero felt a wave of relief wash over him. Duo understood and was being supportive. He couldn't begin to comprehend how he could be so fortunate. They finished the rest of the ice cream before saying goodnight, exchanging kisses and quiet "I love you"s before parting for the evening.
In the back of Heero's mind was the constant, nagging reminder that he would need to come up with a way to fix things real fast before he ended up seriously hurting Relena or Duo. 'There just has to be an easier way…'
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End Part 17