Author: Ashkara
Rating: R / PG
Pairings: 1+2, 2+1
Warnings: Shounen-ai, drunken silliness, and the Beatles...
Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I don't own the G-boys. Gundam Wing is the property of Bandai, Sunrise et al. These stories are written for entertainment only- no money has been made, or is ever expected, though it would be nice... Ahem. Well... So don't sue me- I just got out of college and I don't have anything worth suing for, anyway!
Come Together
Duo Maxwell checked his watch and sighed in disbelief. Since when was he the straight-laced one, looking out for getting home to sleep before a day of classes?
Since you moved in with the new, improved Heero, that's when. Duo smiled wryly and set out to find his roommate.
Three years before, when they had still been fighting, Duo would have laughed in your face if you'd told him how Heero would change, given the opportunity. It still shocked him, and they'd been living together since then, at the same university! He'd been there to see the Perfect Soldier slowly melt away to reveal...
He stopped short in shock and groaned in pure need at the sight in front of him, staring open-mouthed.
A shirtless Heero Yuy was in the centre of the dance floor, one hand holding a mostly empty bottle of rum while the other traced enticing patterns over a body so toned and beautiful it should have been illegal. His eyes were closed as he moved, oblivious to the crowd of people around him, but they opened as though Heero could feel Duo's presence, despite the drunken haze that leant a glow to his cheeks and a fluidity to his movements that...
Heero tried to take a normal step and nearly went down as he stumbled. Grinning, Duo amended that last statement. Heero was so damned drunk, it was a miracle he could tell which way was up!
"Duo! Hey, dance with us!" The braided boy yelped as Heero's hand closed over his arm with that ever present grip of steel and yanked him onto the dance floor. Heero was leaning heavily against him and Duo panicked for a short moment - if they were this close, there was no way he'd be able to hide...
Strong arms wrapped around him and pulled him into a tight body lock, both young men moving now to the same rhythm. Heero's hands found the end of the braid and yanked off the tie, and Duo felt a shiver run through him as his hair came loose. Did the Japanese ex-pilot have any idea what he was doing? Was it just the alcohol? Again?
This had become a pattern. They would go to a party, Heero would get wasted and flirt outrageously with Duo, who would then drag his sorry ass home and nurse him back to health. And never once would Heero think of flirting with him openly, otherwise! It was driving Duo nuts!
He'd known ever since he watched the Japanese pilot self-destruct that first time in Siberia, that he loved the boy. He'd hidden his feelings well, though, knowing only too well how out of place they were in a time of war. He'd hoped that things would change afterwards, and Heero certainly had, but Duo still didn't have a clue what the other boy truly felt for him and refused to allow himself to jump to conclusions, based on these drunken episodes.
Heero's actions couldn't be based on real feelings - it had to be the alcohol. Didn't it? Wouldn't he have dropped some other clue by now?
Heero's hands were in his hair, sliding down his back and then up again, each time moving lower, fingertips pushing up the tight t-shirt Duo was wearing to reveal the sculpted body underneath...
Duo threw himself into the dancing, ignoring the whistles and cat-calls around them. Even if Heero was just drunk, he was getting to run his hands all over his friend as he'd wanted to for so long and be touched, himself, almost like a fantasy coming true...
His body was reacting to it very quickly, and Duo clung to something more rational like a lifeline. God, he's finally going to figure it out... "Heero, we've got a physics exam tomorrow and you didn't..."
The Japanese boy laughed darkly as he pulled Duo even closer. "I did - homework's been done for a while. An' we're both gonna ace that test... Come 'ere..."
The Japanese maniac managed to get the t-shirt off of him so quickly that Duo couldn't help wondering at it. Even drunk, he was still so... so...
He yelped, though, as those hands slipped down his now shirtless back and cupped his ass, rocking their bodies together tightly. "Heero!" He desperately tried to get some space between them, trying to make sure the other boy wouldn't feel...
He pushed a little too hard, and Heero fell over, sprawling on the floor and laughing so hard he was crying.
With a snort, Duo bent and retrieved both their shirts, pulling his own on before he reached to help Heero up from his graceless sprawl. "Come on, buddy! I think you've had enough."
"But I'm having fun," Heero protested, still grinning as he clung to Duo's arm for balance. "This is what normal people do, rememb'r?"
Duo couldn't help laughing. How often had that been his line? "Normal people also know when to stop, Yuy, and you haven't figured that out yet."
Heero grumbled, but allowed the other boy to lead him outside, waving goodbye to their friends as he moved. "Y'r no fun, Duo..."
"Yeah, yeah, I know you love me," Duo replied sourly.
"I know," Heero said, giggling to himself.
Duo shook off the hurt that accompanied that little statement. He had created a monster, and he knew it. Sure, the Japanese boy was finally leaving his past behind him, but the process was killing Duo! To Duo, who had loved the Japanese pilot long before they even became friends, hearing those words spoken so flippantly was like being stabbed.
Heero snuck glances at his roommate as they walked. It wasn't like Duo to be so quiet and withdrawn! Not that his brain was cooperating for him to figure it out, but he knew there was something wrong, and he couldn't let that be!
Chuckling to himself, Heero began to sing loudly, with no semblance of tune, "'Here comes ole flattop, he comes, groovin' up slowly! He's got choo choo eyeballs, he says 'holey moley. He's got hair down to his knees...' Your hair's longer 'an that, Duo..."
Duo rolled his eyes. Heero was playing with his hair now as they walked, and he was annoyed - he wouldn't mind if it actually meant something, but no! And he was humming that song under his breath, rubbing one lock of hair through his hands suggestively. "Right, Heero. And I suppose you want us to 'come' together? Right now? Do you?"
Still humming, Heero giggled and grabbed hold of his friend with both hands. "Over me," he sang tunelessly, and then tangled his hands in Duo's long, loose hair to pull him down for a kiss.
The long-haired boy was lost the second their lips touched. God, he'd wanted this for so long! To feel Heero's arms around him and to taste him, to be loved by him...
Gasping for breath, Duo pushed Heero away as gently as he could manage. Love? Does he love me? Does he feel anything for me, or am I just the nearest warm body for him to glomp onto?
Heero looked at him confusedly with glazed eyes. "D-Duo?"
Sighing and hanging his head, Duo slung one of Heero's arms around his shoulders and continued walking. "Come on - let's get you home."
Heero laughed again. "I'd like to be, under the sea, in an octopus's garden, in the shade..."
"Oh, dear," Duo sighed, unable to keep a slight smile from his face. Heero was definitely worse off than usual, and he was going to be in a lot of pain, come morning. "Hee-man, do me a favour and remind me next time we go out that you and Captain Morgan really don't get along."
~*~
Heero's head pounded madly as he fought his way back to consciousness. He groaned and threw one arm over his face - it had to be Doctor J's fault that he had no alcohol tolerance to speak of! What else could explain it? "Duo, turn off the damned lights..."
"Don't worry, I was just leaving."
In shock, Heero just managed to catch a glimpse of the other boy before Duo hustled out the door, pointedly avoiding his eyes as he flicked the light switch and left. "What..." He felt vaguely nauseous as he lay back down.
Heero had vague memories of the party. Duo'd wandered off to get them something to drink, and someone had shoved a bottle into his hands - he'd never drank rum before, to his knowledge - and then they'd dragged him onto the dance floor. He remembered dancing with Duo, at some point in time, and playing with that hair of his, walking with him, kissing him and then falling over...
"Oh. Oh, no..." He rolled over and pulled the pillow over his head. He'd kissed Duo Maxwell. He, Heero Yuy, had finally gotten up the guts to kiss Duo, and he couldn't remember it!
But then why...
He pulled the pillow back and fought off the wave of nausea that accompanied sitting up. Duo hadn't even said good morning to him.
He'd kissed Duo, and Duo was now avoiding him.
"Shit," he swore, digging his knuckles into his eyes.
He looked at the clock and swore again, struggling out of bed and dashing for his clothes. With a lot of luck, he was going to get to his first class on time!
~*~
Duo looked up and immediately looked away as Heero arrived at Physics and made a dash for the seat next to his. He fervently hoped the professor would arrive before Heero could say ?
"Ohayo, Duo."
"Hey," he replied, still not looking at his roommate. "Didn't want to wake you up this morning. How's your head?"
"I'll live," Heero replied, staring at the other boy, waiting for something more, anything more than this blatant cold-shoulder treatment...
As the professor entered the room and class came to order, he couldn't help sneaking another look at Duo. The braided boy still hadn't met his eyes, not once.
~*~
"Time's up. Please put your pencils down." Heero groaned as he scribbled the end to his last answer and closed the test booklet. He bombed, and he knew it.
He just couldn't stop thinking about the silent boy next to him, though...
Who was shoving stuff into his bag and getting ready to go with the sort of efficiency that Heero, himself, was known for. "Duo."
The boy stopped and finally looked up into his face. Heero searched the other boy's eyes. "Are you going to tell me what's wrong?"
~*~
Duo fought down the urge to flinch. Didn't Heero remember a thing of what happened?! Would he care, if he did? "You got really wasted last night."
He watched for any sign from the other boy, but wasn't surprised when he didn't get one. Heero was just... staring at him.
The Japanese boy finally said, "I know. I'm sorry."
Sorry for what? Duo just shrugged, though. "Okay. See you later."
He felt Heero's eyes on him as he left and couldn't help his confusion. Jesus, Heero, what do you want from me?!
~*~
It was late that evening when Duo finally made it back to the room he shared with Heero, and all his senses were keyed to their most alert. He hadn't seen hide nor hair of the other boy all day, and he knew that couldn't possibly mean a good thing, not when one was one such a small campus. The Japanese boy had to have something up his sleeve, and Duo was afraid to know what.
The lights to their room had been out when Duo passed by the window, but he was certain Heero was there, and he steeled himself to whatever the other boy had planned...
The room was pitch black as he walked in and set his bag down, reaching for the light switch ?
A hand closed over his wrist, strong as steel. "You're late. Leave it off."
Duo was immediately shaken - he hadn't heard Heero use that tone of voice in a very long time, his mission voice. "Heero, let go of me," he said, warningly, though he didn't reach for the light switch again.
"Not until you actually give me a true answer for once," the Japanese ex-pilot growled back. "What ever happened to not lying, Duo?"
Duo's anger began sparking over his apprehension. "Don't you dare call me a liar, Yuy!"
"Evading my questions is as good as telling a lie, Duo. We're not at war anymore, you don't have to hide," came a soft reply, though Duo could now see the fierce gleam of Heero's blue eyes in the darkness.
The braided boy yanked his arm free. "Sorry to burst your bubble, Mr. Know It All, but there are some things in my life that I'm just not going to tell you, so you can forget about it." He reached for the light switch and flicked it on.
Duo's eyes went wide as he took in Heero's appearance. The Japanese ex-pilot was wearing the same faded, ripped jeans he'd worn the night before, a tight sky blue t-shirt clinging to his muscled torso. Even more important, though - his eyes. Duo looked deep into those eyes and found that he couldn't look away.
Heero didn't reach for him again, just sat down. "This has to do with last night."
Duo gulped. "You just need to watch how much you drink, Heero. Heaven knows what that butcher did to you, but you have the tolerance of a two-week old kitten..."
"I kissed you."
Duo's babble stopped abruptly, and he clenched his fists at his sides. "Yeah, you did."
Heero watched the braided boy's reactions carefully - he didn't look too happy about that kiss. He felt his heart sink to his toes, shocked at how much that look on Duo's face hurt. "I offended you. I am sorry."
Duo's eyes kindled in anger. "You know what? Yes, you did offend me, and I'll tell you why. Has it ever occurred to you that I don't date? That you've never seen me with anyone? Not once? Do you know why, Heero?"
All at once, the braided boy was in his face, practically shaking with anger. "Because for close on five years now, I've been waiting. Waiting and hoping that maybe, just maybe, a certain blue-eyed pilot might see me as more than just a friend. For the past two at least, the same blue-eyed pilot has made a habit of making passes at me when he's too drunk to know what he's doing, and last night he gave me the first kiss I'd ever had. He woke up this morning and, as usual, didn't seem to either remember or care. D'you have any idea how that feels, Heero?"
Heero was speechless. "Five years..."
Duo pushed back and plopped down onto his own bed, breaking their eye contact. "Since Siberia, Heero."
The Japanese boy sucked in a deep breath. How the hell has he hidden that from me for so long?! "Five years," he repeated in a low whisper.
Duo finally looked back up again. "I'm tired of being played with. I'm asking you as your friend, tell me it's hopeless or stop torturing me like this."
There was a long moment of silence before Duo caught a crafty gleam in deep blue eyes -
And the lights went back off again. "Heero, what..."
He yelped as strong arms wound themselves around him. "Time for my confession to you, Duo. I've been kicking myself in the head all day - I even failed that exam, you know - and all because I finally got up the nerve to kiss you and I can't remember a damn thing!"
"Got up the nerve..."
He could just make out the self-deprecating smile that spread over Heero's features. "Hai. You're not the only one who's been hiding something, Duo." The braided boy felt warm breath washing over his lips ad stared up into Heero's face in anticipation, feeling his heartbeat racing in his chest -
Heero's kiss was as gentle and thorough now as it had been wild and untamed the night before, and Duo whimpered as the Japanese boy's tongue slipped between his lips to caress his own with a silken, hot rush. Heero explored his mouth thoroughly, gently, arms tightening around Duo, hands rubbing all along his taught back and up his sides, until he caught hold of the swinging braid in his left hand and held it tight.
Duo broke the kiss and leaned his forehead on Heero's shoulder. "God..."
The other boy laughed lightly as he looked up. "What?"
He could see Heero's smile, despite the darkness. "I can't believe I don't remember something as hot as that!"
"Heero!"
"What? I'm serious," The Japanese boy protested, nuzzling Duo's arched throat playfully.
Duo finally grinned, his eyes dancing. "It was pretty hot." He gently pressed a kiss to Heero's lips. "You meant it. All this time, I thought you were just drunk and unaware of what you were doing, but you really meant it."
"Well, I was still drunk," Heero quipped, sucking gently as Duo's full lower lip before releasing it with a delicious glide from between his own. "But I did mean it."
Heero kissed him again, gently pulling Duo first into his lap, and then down so that both could lay comfortably on Heero's bed, arms wrapped around each other as they kissed slowly, deeply, enjoying every sensation.
The Japanese pilot cradled his new boyfriend against his chest comfortably, smiling as he realised just how good it felt to hold the other boy and breathe in the scent of him. He pressed a kiss to Duo's glossy hair. "Ai shiteru."
The braided boy snuggled closer to him. "Love you, too, Heero."
Duo vaguely registered that he'd forgotten to set the alarm clock, but didn't give it a second thought. So what if they were late to classes in the morning? He rubbed his hand along Heero's arm, twining their fingers together where Heero's hand rested on his chest.
He smiled, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.
OWARI
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