Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Worth Waiting For ❯ Worth Waiting For ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Crazy_Lil_Angel 
Duo waits for Heero’s return after his disappearance.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 12.01.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 847 | Status: Completed
Duo waits for Heero’s return after his disappearance.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 12.01.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 847 | Status: Completed
Title: Worth Waiting For.
Fandom: Gundam Wing.
Pairing: 1x2
Rating: US NC-17 / UK 18
Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, Duo POV.
Disclaimer: Not mine, you know the drill.
Summary: Duo waits for Heero’s return after his disappearance.
Author notes: Very first attempt at a lemon - please remember that when you read its crappiness. Also, sad attempts at trying to write like Duo would speak >.<
~~~~~
Maybe before I become too sappy, I’ll fill you in on why this is such a big thing. I mean, I know 4 years is a long time for anyone to be away, but this is so much more than that.
You see, after the end of the last war, Heero disappeared - we all know that. What you all don’t know is that he left me a note before he went.
Now it’s ultra personal so I’m not just gonna tell you exactly what it said - a guy’s got to have some secrets! - but I’ll give you the general idea.
He asked me to wait. What for? I dunno. He didn’t exactly say. He just asked me to wait until he got back. So I took that in the literal sense (Come on, it is Heero after all), and waited.
No dating, no clubbing, no general hell-raising, no nothing. ’Ro asked me to wait, so I did. It’s what best friends do, ain’t it? But I tell ya, I’ve never worked so much in my life. I didn’t really have much else to do! But the fruits of my labour helped me to buy a house. It’s nothing big or fancy - just a nice house in a nice quiet neighbourhood.
It's not so quiet inside though. The previous owners had a thing for bright colours. It's loud in the way I don't like! If the house hadn't had such a nice layout and location, the interior design would have totally put me off!
You’re probably thinking ‘why don’t I just redecorate?’ Come on, surely you can guess the answer by now - Heero wanted me to wait! Pathetic, I know. But I can’t help it. It would feel wrong to decorate our home without him.
But I’ll tell you now, there’s emulsion waiting in the garage for when he does get home.
~~~~~
Which is why I’m currently sat in the airport. He’s coming home! XDDD
His plane isn’t due for another hour, but I didn’t want to risk missing him.
So there’s plenty of time for me to sit and tell you my story.
~~~~~
You know, the first thing people say to me when I tell them bout my ’situation’ is usually… nothing. I get this sad pitying look, as if I’m some pathetic damsel who’s still waiting for her knight, despite him doing a runner in the opposite direction.
The second thing they say is “how do you even know he’s coming back?”
To be honest, in the beginning, I didn’t. ‘Bout 2 years ago I was ready to say ’screw it!’ and start enjoying this peace I’d worked so hard to help achieve.
I tell ya, Heero must’ve become psychic or something, ’cause no sooner than I’d started having these thoughts, he reappears.
But not with me.
~~~~~
The first thing I knew ‘bout his reappearance was when I saw him on TV. No kidding… he was on TV. With Relena no less.
Now before you start the Relena-bashing, let’s get something straight. I’ve got no beef with ’Lena. We’re quite good mates actually. The whole ’Lena/’Ro romance was a load of BS! They’re more like brother and sister, but, as Cathy and Tro will tell you, that doesn’t stop the gossips from painting ’happy-ever-afters’!
Now I was kinda peeved at ‘Lena for not telling me ‘Ro had come back, after all, as I said, we are quite good mates. But it was something she said on TV that made me want to glomp her to death.
To be more specific, she said “the lone penguin must always remember that his mate will always come back, despite the long journey home.”
Now I’m sure that sounds like Relena’s made a trip to la-la land, but between us it holds meaning.
I was with Relena once watching a documentary on Emperor Penguins. I was pretty amazed by the fact that one penguin would sit for days, even weeks, looking after the baby chick, until its mate came back from feeding, and they swapped places.
I couldn’t believe that such trust and loyalty could exist.
I said as much to ‘Lena, but she just smirked at me, and since then she’s taken to calling me ‘lone penguin’.
I really don’t understand girls!
But I certainly understood her message on the TV. I’m sure that came from Heero, even though it was ‘coded’ by Relena.
He was just asking me to continue waiting.
I could do that. With renewed hope, I could do that.
~~~~~
So I’m here, 2 years since then, ready and waiting. Ready to start the ‘first day of the rest of our lives’, as the old saying goes.
I hear the tannoy system announcing the disembarking of Heero’s flight.
So I stand, and I wait, for him to come through those doors.
~~~~~
He steps through, and boy am I floored! He’s grown a bit, broader in the chest, still as gorgeous as ever,
He spots me and walks over, and suddenly I’m glad I’ve passed puberty, otherwise I’d be sporting an embarrassment in my pants.
He walks like a dream; a wet dream to be more specific. I’d forgotten the grace and confidence that he moves with. I don’t think I’ll ever get bored of watching him move.
And then suddenly he’s right in front of me, and butterflies I didn’t know I had decided to impersonate a tornado.
But he smiles at me; a small, sweet, fairly insignificant smile, but it’s enough to kill of those damned butterflies.
And suddenly my mouth jumps into action, and I’m talking about everything I can think of, whilst picking up his bags & heading for the exit.
The drive home is full of more chatter , mostly me, but he does join in sometimes. And he laughs.
It’s the first time I’ve ever heard it, and I decide I like his laugh. A lot.
~~~~~
We arrive home and I can see the instance he notices the decorating. I’m quick to tell him about the emulsion waiting in the garage, cracking some awful joke about it being nearly as old as the house. And he laughs again. If he laughs at every joke I make, I m seriously going to be considering stand-up comedian as a career option.
~~~~~
I lead him upstairs to put his stuff away and let him freshen up, and end up stopping in the hallway. I don’t know which room to take him into - the guest room, or the room opposite that I sleep in, hoping one day that it might be our room. I take a deep breath, and open the door to my room.
You can tell just by looking around the room that it is my bedroom - my personal belongings on the dresser, my clothes on the floor. The garish orange on the wall is hidden behind pictures of everyone, dating from the first war right through to the present.
I turn to focus on Heero, watching as he takes it all in. Then he looks at me and the butterflies have returned. This is the moment of truth. He knows exactly what I’m offering. He can accept it, or not.
~~~~
Scenarios of him leaving for good flash through my head, but he drops his bags and steps towards me.
Before I can comprehend what he is doing, his hands cup my face and his lips are on mine. I have a brief second of shocked silence, before my arms find their way around his neck and I deepen the kiss. Next thing I know, both of our clothes are missing. He lifts me and my legs automatically go round his waist. He easily carries me to the bed, and the familiarity of his strength is a reassurance in this unknown territory.
He gently lays me on the bed before his body covers mine. Our kisses continue, and hands explore previously untouched areas.
He lifts his head and our eyes meet. I can hear both our panting breaths, and feel his hard cock pressing into my thigh. He whispers one word “Lube.” I point to the bedside cabinet, and whisper just as quietly “Drawer.”
He opens the drawer and finds the tube, but not before encountering my dildo. He quirks an eyebrow at me before closing the drawer and laying on me again.
I just know he’s gonna ask about the dildo, but if he seriously expected me to go 4 years without some sort of release, he’s mistaken!
But then he blows my mind by whispering in my ear “I’m sure we can have lots of fun with that another time” I can’t help but moan, and it’s only at his pleased smile that I realise I moaned his name.
I blush and the smile widens (God he’s even more gorgeous when he smiles!) before his lips reclaim mine.
My hands find themselves back on his body, but before I know it, he’s lifting off me slightly and placing my leg around his waist. I feel lubed fingers at my entrance just as he gives me a questioning glance. I nod and feel one finger enter me. I hear someone’s breath hitch, but I’m not sure if it’s him or me. I don’t have long to contemplate it before I feel a second finger enter me.
I’m suddenly glad that I’ve been using a dildo ‘cause I don’t think my body would handle such a quick preparation otherwise - not that I’d complain ether way.
No sooner had I completed that thought, a third finger entered me and hit my spot. My back arches, and I know the sharp intake of breath that time was mine. The pleased smile is back on his face, and the enormity of the situation hits me. After 4 years of waiting, Heero is here with me, currently prepping me for the most intimate act ever. The realisation makes my eyes close and I groan his name again.
Suddenly, the fingers are gone, and I open my eyes to see him lubing his cock. My leg that is not round his waist is pushed to one side and he positions himself at my entrance. He looks into my eyes and must see what he is looking for, as he pushes into me.
The feeling is mind-blowing, better than any dildo. He’s fully seated and I feel a shudder run through him, as he buries his head into my neck. I run my hands down his back and whisper into his ear “I love you”, surprising myself, if not him.
But my words must have triggered something inside him ‘cause he bites down on my shoulder, making me gasp, before thrusting into me hard, causing me to gasp again.
The pace he sets is hard and fast, and all I can do is hold onto his shoulders and concentrate on breathing. I feel him shudder again and liquid heat fills my insides. He sags onto me briefly, whispering “I love you too” in my ear, before pulling out of me and sliding down my body.
I don’t have time to think before he swallows my still-hard cock. All it takes is a couple of sucks, and heat rushes through me to explode from my groin. Through the sensation, I can feel Heero swallowing around me and it is surreal.
He finishes licking everything up and crawls back up to lie half on, half off me. I yawn tiredly, and my eyes begin to droop. I hear a “Go to sleep, my lone penguin”. I muster enough energy to poke him in the side, before falling asleep, listening to his laugh.
Fandom: Gundam Wing.
Pairing: 1x2
Rating: US NC-17 / UK 18
Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, Duo POV.
Disclaimer: Not mine, you know the drill.
Summary: Duo waits for Heero’s return after his disappearance.
Author notes: Very first attempt at a lemon - please remember that when you read its crappiness. Also, sad attempts at trying to write like Duo would speak >.<
Worth Waiting For.
It’s been 4 years, 4 long years, but he’s finally coming home.~~~~~
Maybe before I become too sappy, I’ll fill you in on why this is such a big thing. I mean, I know 4 years is a long time for anyone to be away, but this is so much more than that.
You see, after the end of the last war, Heero disappeared - we all know that. What you all don’t know is that he left me a note before he went.
Now it’s ultra personal so I’m not just gonna tell you exactly what it said - a guy’s got to have some secrets! - but I’ll give you the general idea.
He asked me to wait. What for? I dunno. He didn’t exactly say. He just asked me to wait until he got back. So I took that in the literal sense (Come on, it is Heero after all), and waited.
No dating, no clubbing, no general hell-raising, no nothing. ’Ro asked me to wait, so I did. It’s what best friends do, ain’t it? But I tell ya, I’ve never worked so much in my life. I didn’t really have much else to do! But the fruits of my labour helped me to buy a house. It’s nothing big or fancy - just a nice house in a nice quiet neighbourhood.
It's not so quiet inside though. The previous owners had a thing for bright colours. It's loud in the way I don't like! If the house hadn't had such a nice layout and location, the interior design would have totally put me off!
You’re probably thinking ‘why don’t I just redecorate?’ Come on, surely you can guess the answer by now - Heero wanted me to wait! Pathetic, I know. But I can’t help it. It would feel wrong to decorate our home without him.
But I’ll tell you now, there’s emulsion waiting in the garage for when he does get home.
~~~~~
Which is why I’m currently sat in the airport. He’s coming home! XDDD
His plane isn’t due for another hour, but I didn’t want to risk missing him.
So there’s plenty of time for me to sit and tell you my story.
~~~~~
You know, the first thing people say to me when I tell them bout my ’situation’ is usually… nothing. I get this sad pitying look, as if I’m some pathetic damsel who’s still waiting for her knight, despite him doing a runner in the opposite direction.
The second thing they say is “how do you even know he’s coming back?”
To be honest, in the beginning, I didn’t. ‘Bout 2 years ago I was ready to say ’screw it!’ and start enjoying this peace I’d worked so hard to help achieve.
I tell ya, Heero must’ve become psychic or something, ’cause no sooner than I’d started having these thoughts, he reappears.
But not with me.
~~~~~
The first thing I knew ‘bout his reappearance was when I saw him on TV. No kidding… he was on TV. With Relena no less.
Now before you start the Relena-bashing, let’s get something straight. I’ve got no beef with ’Lena. We’re quite good mates actually. The whole ’Lena/’Ro romance was a load of BS! They’re more like brother and sister, but, as Cathy and Tro will tell you, that doesn’t stop the gossips from painting ’happy-ever-afters’!
Now I was kinda peeved at ‘Lena for not telling me ‘Ro had come back, after all, as I said, we are quite good mates. But it was something she said on TV that made me want to glomp her to death.
To be more specific, she said “the lone penguin must always remember that his mate will always come back, despite the long journey home.”
Now I’m sure that sounds like Relena’s made a trip to la-la land, but between us it holds meaning.
I was with Relena once watching a documentary on Emperor Penguins. I was pretty amazed by the fact that one penguin would sit for days, even weeks, looking after the baby chick, until its mate came back from feeding, and they swapped places.
I couldn’t believe that such trust and loyalty could exist.
I said as much to ‘Lena, but she just smirked at me, and since then she’s taken to calling me ‘lone penguin’.
I really don’t understand girls!
But I certainly understood her message on the TV. I’m sure that came from Heero, even though it was ‘coded’ by Relena.
He was just asking me to continue waiting.
I could do that. With renewed hope, I could do that.
~~~~~
So I’m here, 2 years since then, ready and waiting. Ready to start the ‘first day of the rest of our lives’, as the old saying goes.
I hear the tannoy system announcing the disembarking of Heero’s flight.
So I stand, and I wait, for him to come through those doors.
~~~~~
He steps through, and boy am I floored! He’s grown a bit, broader in the chest, still as gorgeous as ever,
He spots me and walks over, and suddenly I’m glad I’ve passed puberty, otherwise I’d be sporting an embarrassment in my pants.
He walks like a dream; a wet dream to be more specific. I’d forgotten the grace and confidence that he moves with. I don’t think I’ll ever get bored of watching him move.
And then suddenly he’s right in front of me, and butterflies I didn’t know I had decided to impersonate a tornado.
But he smiles at me; a small, sweet, fairly insignificant smile, but it’s enough to kill of those damned butterflies.
And suddenly my mouth jumps into action, and I’m talking about everything I can think of, whilst picking up his bags & heading for the exit.
The drive home is full of more chatter , mostly me, but he does join in sometimes. And he laughs.
It’s the first time I’ve ever heard it, and I decide I like his laugh. A lot.
~~~~~
We arrive home and I can see the instance he notices the decorating. I’m quick to tell him about the emulsion waiting in the garage, cracking some awful joke about it being nearly as old as the house. And he laughs again. If he laughs at every joke I make, I m seriously going to be considering stand-up comedian as a career option.
~~~~~
I lead him upstairs to put his stuff away and let him freshen up, and end up stopping in the hallway. I don’t know which room to take him into - the guest room, or the room opposite that I sleep in, hoping one day that it might be our room. I take a deep breath, and open the door to my room.
You can tell just by looking around the room that it is my bedroom - my personal belongings on the dresser, my clothes on the floor. The garish orange on the wall is hidden behind pictures of everyone, dating from the first war right through to the present.
I turn to focus on Heero, watching as he takes it all in. Then he looks at me and the butterflies have returned. This is the moment of truth. He knows exactly what I’m offering. He can accept it, or not.
~~~~
Scenarios of him leaving for good flash through my head, but he drops his bags and steps towards me.
Before I can comprehend what he is doing, his hands cup my face and his lips are on mine. I have a brief second of shocked silence, before my arms find their way around his neck and I deepen the kiss. Next thing I know, both of our clothes are missing. He lifts me and my legs automatically go round his waist. He easily carries me to the bed, and the familiarity of his strength is a reassurance in this unknown territory.
He gently lays me on the bed before his body covers mine. Our kisses continue, and hands explore previously untouched areas.
He lifts his head and our eyes meet. I can hear both our panting breaths, and feel his hard cock pressing into my thigh. He whispers one word “Lube.” I point to the bedside cabinet, and whisper just as quietly “Drawer.”
He opens the drawer and finds the tube, but not before encountering my dildo. He quirks an eyebrow at me before closing the drawer and laying on me again.
I just know he’s gonna ask about the dildo, but if he seriously expected me to go 4 years without some sort of release, he’s mistaken!
But then he blows my mind by whispering in my ear “I’m sure we can have lots of fun with that another time” I can’t help but moan, and it’s only at his pleased smile that I realise I moaned his name.
I blush and the smile widens (God he’s even more gorgeous when he smiles!) before his lips reclaim mine.
My hands find themselves back on his body, but before I know it, he’s lifting off me slightly and placing my leg around his waist. I feel lubed fingers at my entrance just as he gives me a questioning glance. I nod and feel one finger enter me. I hear someone’s breath hitch, but I’m not sure if it’s him or me. I don’t have long to contemplate it before I feel a second finger enter me.
I’m suddenly glad that I’ve been using a dildo ‘cause I don’t think my body would handle such a quick preparation otherwise - not that I’d complain ether way.
No sooner had I completed that thought, a third finger entered me and hit my spot. My back arches, and I know the sharp intake of breath that time was mine. The pleased smile is back on his face, and the enormity of the situation hits me. After 4 years of waiting, Heero is here with me, currently prepping me for the most intimate act ever. The realisation makes my eyes close and I groan his name again.
Suddenly, the fingers are gone, and I open my eyes to see him lubing his cock. My leg that is not round his waist is pushed to one side and he positions himself at my entrance. He looks into my eyes and must see what he is looking for, as he pushes into me.
The feeling is mind-blowing, better than any dildo. He’s fully seated and I feel a shudder run through him, as he buries his head into my neck. I run my hands down his back and whisper into his ear “I love you”, surprising myself, if not him.
But my words must have triggered something inside him ‘cause he bites down on my shoulder, making me gasp, before thrusting into me hard, causing me to gasp again.
The pace he sets is hard and fast, and all I can do is hold onto his shoulders and concentrate on breathing. I feel him shudder again and liquid heat fills my insides. He sags onto me briefly, whispering “I love you too” in my ear, before pulling out of me and sliding down my body.
I don’t have time to think before he swallows my still-hard cock. All it takes is a couple of sucks, and heat rushes through me to explode from my groin. Through the sensation, I can feel Heero swallowing around me and it is surreal.
He finishes licking everything up and crawls back up to lie half on, half off me. I yawn tiredly, and my eyes begin to droop. I hear a “Go to sleep, my lone penguin”. I muster enough energy to poke him in the side, before falling asleep, listening to his laugh.