Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ War Story ❯ Chapter 23
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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: 07.10.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 333 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Angst / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.10.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 333 | Status: Completed
+ Title: War Story - Part 23
+ 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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They made love with the same slow, deliberate tenderness as during their first physical union, taking the time to worship one another, which Heero found easier with his gained confidence.
They proclaimed their love for each other upon reaching their mutual climaxes, and after the wave overcame them and the afterglow settled in, Heero bent his head forward to place kisses that traced along the edge of Duo's jaw line and down his neck to his collarbone.
Duo ran his fingers through his lover's hair before reaching a bit lower to cup Heero's face in his hands, gently raising it so their gazes met. "You need to promise me something, okay Heero?"
"Anything my life," he responded, his voice still deep with passion.
Duo looked uncertain as he drew in a deep breath. He let it out slowly, returning his violet eyes back to Heero's deep blue. "Whatever happens, don't ever leave me. I know technically you can't be mine while you are legally bound to somebody else, but I need you so much that it hurts to think that someday you could leave and never come back. I need you to promise that you'll always be here for the rest of our lives."
Heero smiled softly, kissing Duo gently on the forehead. "I promise, Duo, that I'll remain by your side no matter what." When a contented smile spread across his lover's features, Heero couldn't help but chuckle. "That sounded almost like a marriage vow."
"Well, I'll take it if it's the best I can get," Duo laughed in response. His fingers entwined with Heero's as the pilot rested his head on the longhaired American's chest. "So how are we going to make this work?"
[ "I don't know how you plan on breaking the news to Relena that you're leaving her for a man," Duo chided lightly.
Heero sighed. "I'll come up with something once the time comes." He hugged Duo, stroking the mass of hair he'd suddenly found himself so fond of.
"What if she suddenly turned up dead?"
"Duo…"
"All right. What if *you* suddenly turned up dead?" ]
"What if I died?" Heero suggested.
Duo's eyes comically widened. "I think the whole couldn't-be-together-in-life-so-they-killed-themselves-to-be-together-in-de ath scene is a little too drastic for my tastes."
"But I thought you liked Shakespeare."
Duo let out a short bark of a laugh. "Doesn't mean I'd be willing to kill myself to be with you, Romeo." He shook his head. "Really, some men and their egos…"
"Just listen for a second." When Heero felt he had his lover's attention, he continued. "When a soldier dies in battle, it's the highest ranking authority's job to notify the family of what happened. The letter it filled with what a good, honorable man the soldier was and how he died fighting for a cause he believed in. The letters are printed on this certain paper that is printed by the country's government so it would be impossible to fake one."
Duo seemed to catch onto the idea. "So then how would we fake one?"
Heero smiled knowingly, "This base isn't big enough for every ranking officer to have their own office, so everyone shares one, which essentially means that Colonel Marquise and my office are in the same room. The cabinets are locked, but since I'm the acting commander, I have a key."
"But the Air Force wouldn't have you officially marked as KIA and your family would get a letter saying you should be arriving home soon."
"Not if I resign first. They don't need me here anymore, and there's no official documentation sent home for resignations during wartime. That way a family isn't embarrassed if the soldier resigned because he chickened out."
"Or found a lover when he was stationed in another country," Duo supplied.
"The problem is that Zechs could get discharged if anyone ever found out that he lied about a pilot's death to the family, so we'd have to get someone else who could write it. Somebody who would be could at over-exemplifying the achievements of the deceased…"
Duo grinned widely. "In other words, me." He planted an eager kiss on Heero's lips. "I could go on and on about your accomplishments," he winked flirtatiously, "like how well you could handle that stick…"
"Duo!" Heero coughed, feeling his face turn bright red from embarrassment at the not-so-subtle innuendo.
"What? It's not like anyone else is around to hear."
"I still don't need to think of flying that way."
"Like you didn't already get hard every time you climbed into the cockpit." His expression sobered as he placed a hand on Heero's shoulder. "So are you going to get those papers?"
"Yeah, when I go back."
"We're not in any hurry, though," Duo said seductively as he traced his hand further down Heero's back. "We still have well into the evening. We can work on that letter tomorrow."
"If I keep showing up to breakfast late the men are going to think I go out at night to pick up prostitutes."
"Which can't be true because I haven't taken any money yet," the longhaired man stuck out his tongue playfully. "Although I can start a tab running if you want me to…"
Duo was silenced with a deep kiss, moaning into Heero as the ground their bodies against each other, tongues meeting to duel for dominance. Heero was elated. He would be able to stay with Duo for the rest of his life. The plan was foolproof. And Relena wouldn't get too hurt because it would seem better for her to lose her husband as he was off fighting valiantly in the war opposed to sleeping with a man that he loved more.
Heero broke the kiss, a thought jumping to mind. "Where would we live?"
Duo shrugged languidly. "We could stay in London for a little while, wait for the war to cool down until we went anywhere. Do a little traveling, maybe. Travel throughout the world and end up in California. We're both too American to be content anywhere else, and that way we won't run into anybody from our past." He thought for a moment. "I'd still have to tell my parents that I'm okay, though. They won't mind, though. I think they'd like you." Duo grinned, becoming excited about their future together. "And maybe Quatre and Trowa would want to come with us."
"Maybe," Heero responded, going back for another kiss as his hands strayed to touch as much of Duo as possible. He knew he'd never grow sick of being with the beautiful, intelligent man that he called his lover, and when they finally got to sleep that night, he dreamed of their life together after the war and wondered if Duo was doing the same.
*~**~*
End Part 23
+ 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.
*~**~*
They made love with the same slow, deliberate tenderness as during their first physical union, taking the time to worship one another, which Heero found easier with his gained confidence.
They proclaimed their love for each other upon reaching their mutual climaxes, and after the wave overcame them and the afterglow settled in, Heero bent his head forward to place kisses that traced along the edge of Duo's jaw line and down his neck to his collarbone.
Duo ran his fingers through his lover's hair before reaching a bit lower to cup Heero's face in his hands, gently raising it so their gazes met. "You need to promise me something, okay Heero?"
"Anything my life," he responded, his voice still deep with passion.
Duo looked uncertain as he drew in a deep breath. He let it out slowly, returning his violet eyes back to Heero's deep blue. "Whatever happens, don't ever leave me. I know technically you can't be mine while you are legally bound to somebody else, but I need you so much that it hurts to think that someday you could leave and never come back. I need you to promise that you'll always be here for the rest of our lives."
Heero smiled softly, kissing Duo gently on the forehead. "I promise, Duo, that I'll remain by your side no matter what." When a contented smile spread across his lover's features, Heero couldn't help but chuckle. "That sounded almost like a marriage vow."
"Well, I'll take it if it's the best I can get," Duo laughed in response. His fingers entwined with Heero's as the pilot rested his head on the longhaired American's chest. "So how are we going to make this work?"
[ "I don't know how you plan on breaking the news to Relena that you're leaving her for a man," Duo chided lightly.
Heero sighed. "I'll come up with something once the time comes." He hugged Duo, stroking the mass of hair he'd suddenly found himself so fond of.
"What if she suddenly turned up dead?"
"Duo…"
"All right. What if *you* suddenly turned up dead?" ]
"What if I died?" Heero suggested.
Duo's eyes comically widened. "I think the whole couldn't-be-together-in-life-so-they-killed-themselves-to-be-together-in-de ath scene is a little too drastic for my tastes."
"But I thought you liked Shakespeare."
Duo let out a short bark of a laugh. "Doesn't mean I'd be willing to kill myself to be with you, Romeo." He shook his head. "Really, some men and their egos…"
"Just listen for a second." When Heero felt he had his lover's attention, he continued. "When a soldier dies in battle, it's the highest ranking authority's job to notify the family of what happened. The letter it filled with what a good, honorable man the soldier was and how he died fighting for a cause he believed in. The letters are printed on this certain paper that is printed by the country's government so it would be impossible to fake one."
Duo seemed to catch onto the idea. "So then how would we fake one?"
Heero smiled knowingly, "This base isn't big enough for every ranking officer to have their own office, so everyone shares one, which essentially means that Colonel Marquise and my office are in the same room. The cabinets are locked, but since I'm the acting commander, I have a key."
"But the Air Force wouldn't have you officially marked as KIA and your family would get a letter saying you should be arriving home soon."
"Not if I resign first. They don't need me here anymore, and there's no official documentation sent home for resignations during wartime. That way a family isn't embarrassed if the soldier resigned because he chickened out."
"Or found a lover when he was stationed in another country," Duo supplied.
"The problem is that Zechs could get discharged if anyone ever found out that he lied about a pilot's death to the family, so we'd have to get someone else who could write it. Somebody who would be could at over-exemplifying the achievements of the deceased…"
Duo grinned widely. "In other words, me." He planted an eager kiss on Heero's lips. "I could go on and on about your accomplishments," he winked flirtatiously, "like how well you could handle that stick…"
"Duo!" Heero coughed, feeling his face turn bright red from embarrassment at the not-so-subtle innuendo.
"What? It's not like anyone else is around to hear."
"I still don't need to think of flying that way."
"Like you didn't already get hard every time you climbed into the cockpit." His expression sobered as he placed a hand on Heero's shoulder. "So are you going to get those papers?"
"Yeah, when I go back."
"We're not in any hurry, though," Duo said seductively as he traced his hand further down Heero's back. "We still have well into the evening. We can work on that letter tomorrow."
"If I keep showing up to breakfast late the men are going to think I go out at night to pick up prostitutes."
"Which can't be true because I haven't taken any money yet," the longhaired man stuck out his tongue playfully. "Although I can start a tab running if you want me to…"
Duo was silenced with a deep kiss, moaning into Heero as the ground their bodies against each other, tongues meeting to duel for dominance. Heero was elated. He would be able to stay with Duo for the rest of his life. The plan was foolproof. And Relena wouldn't get too hurt because it would seem better for her to lose her husband as he was off fighting valiantly in the war opposed to sleeping with a man that he loved more.
Heero broke the kiss, a thought jumping to mind. "Where would we live?"
Duo shrugged languidly. "We could stay in London for a little while, wait for the war to cool down until we went anywhere. Do a little traveling, maybe. Travel throughout the world and end up in California. We're both too American to be content anywhere else, and that way we won't run into anybody from our past." He thought for a moment. "I'd still have to tell my parents that I'm okay, though. They won't mind, though. I think they'd like you." Duo grinned, becoming excited about their future together. "And maybe Quatre and Trowa would want to come with us."
"Maybe," Heero responded, going back for another kiss as his hands strayed to touch as much of Duo as possible. He knew he'd never grow sick of being with the beautiful, intelligent man that he called his lover, and when they finally got to sleep that night, he dreamed of their life together after the war and wondered if Duo was doing the same.
*~**~*
End Part 23