Goodbye LJ...

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This is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.

So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;

Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!

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Title:
Author: Mikkeneko
Rating:
Pairings:
Category:
Warnings:
Blood type: (A, B, AB, O, A-, B-, AB-, O-, sugar, coffee)1
Feedback: Feedback is likened to the crabapple tree which only on some years gives beautiful flowers that drop off and die, but every autumn drops crabapples to the ground where they lie until they are eaten. In a good way, that is.
Disclaimer: Yea, although I walk through the valley of Gundam Wing, I remain untouched by lawsuits, for I own nothing and lay claim to nothing. So mote it be.
Archived: http://aenai.steelsong.com (Aenai Ai,) http://www.mikkefics.net
Author's Notes:


Once, in a desperate fit of lust, I kidnapped the G-boys and held them hostage. It occurred to me that I could get quite a ransom for them. So I wrote up a ransom note, gave it to them, and sent them back to their owners. I'm still waiting on a reply.

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Blood type: (A, B, AB, O, A-, B-, AB-, O-, sugar, coffee)1

*snarf* Ne, you forgot types alcohol and chocolate! o_O*

All of my GW fic. EVER.

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Title:
Author: Mikkeneko
Rating:
Pairings:
Category:
Warnings:
Blood type: (A, B, AB, O, A-, B-, AB-, O-, sugar, coffee)1
Feedback: Feedback is likened to the crabapple tree which only on some years gives beautiful flowers that drop off and die, but every autumn drops crabapples to the ground where they lie until they are eaten. In a good way, that is.
Disclaimer: Yea, although I walk through the valley of Gundam Wing, I remain untouched by lawsuits, for I own nothing and lay claim to nothing. So mote it be.
Archived: http://aenai.steelsong.com (Aenai Ai,) http://www.mikkefics.net
Author's Notes:


Once, in a desperate fit of lust, I kidnapped the G-boys and held them hostage. It occurred to me that I could get quite a ransom for them. So I wrote up a ransom note, gave it to them, and sent them back to their owners. I'm still waiting on a reply.

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A = sensitive (drama)
B = selfish (nasty)
O = outgoing (humor)
AB = especially special
- = angst or dark
coffee = up way too late writing this
sugar = on a sugar high when writing this

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A = sensitive (drama)
B = selfish (nasty)
O = outgoing (humor)
AB = especially special
- = angst or dark
coffee = up way too late writing this
sugar = on a sugar high when writing this

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Underground there is no light, but there still is sound. There is the sound of the earth moving, slow, low sounds that may be too quiet to be heard, but still are always there. There is the sound of water flowing from one place to another, moving through cracks and caves and hollow places, for the earth is not the solid chunk of rock that it seems. And there is the noise of humanity, a constant thrum coming from footprints or basement furnaces, generators, muted but travelling down from above.
Sometimes -- depending on where, depending on when -- there were also human voices.
"I'm telling you, this whole thing was a bad idea!" Duo Maxwell -- whined, he was afraid, but he couldn't help it. For three hours now he and his partner had made their way through the treacherous natural caves and abandoned subway tunnels before they found there way here, to the musty old access sewer that ran like a highway through the underground.
Like a highway -- and one that led straight into the sub-basement of the Alliance's Colorado military base.
"This route was ideal," Heero told him, for what felt like the thousandth time. "Only the oldest blueprints even have this tunnel marked at all, and their security outlines show no guards or monitoring devices in this passageway."
"Ideal, hell!" Duo groaned. "It's too damn good to be true, that's what it is. Why should OZ leave such an easy route right into their bedroom? There's got to be some trick, or trap to it. You sure you didn't get hold of a dummy set of plans? Maybe we're walking right into an ambush." The light flickered and bobbed wildly as Duo waved it around into shadows and niches, as if searching for old-fashioned pressure traps.
The glower Heero gave him, underlit by the glow of his own flashlight he held steady, said in no uncertain terms that Heero Yuy could not be fooled by a set of dummy plans. "This is a very old tunnel. It has been unused since before the Alliance took over this base, and abandoned even before the old U.S. military left the place."
"Right, so, doesn't that tell you anything?" Duo prodded at his arm. "If it's abandoned, there's got to be a reason for it! Maybe this level was filled with poison gases, or something, and they had to clear out."
His tone was flippant, but his expression was deadly serious; his face was set, and his skin slightly pale. Heero glanced at the other pilot out of the corner of his eye, assessing his condition. It didn't seem like his partner wasn't just

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The only reason he took it was that his partner asked... begged him to, and in the end he could not turn it away. Heero wasn't sure why, exactly, he felt this need to give in to Duo -- to give Duo what Duo wanted. After all, it wasn't like they were really... friends... the lives they lead of soldiering and desperation left no time for that. But he respected Duo, as a soldier, as a pilot, and as a man. And maybe -- maybe, if he wasn't wrong to try and put a name to this emotion -- he liked him, too.
So when Duo caught him in the hangar, in the mad scrambling rush before his launch, he didn't brush him away.
"Hey, Heero," Duo greeted him, an easy smile on his face. Heero thought he could see under that smile, to the tension and anticipation coursing beneath it, and underneath even that, a lurking exhaustion.
"Duo." Heero answered back. "You're flying too?"
Duo grinned, and rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah -- but Deathscythe and me are gonna go stake out the perimeter," he said. "Not gonna be flying the thick of it like you are."
Heero nodded. It was a sensible decision. The black Gundam's stealth capabilities were irreplacable, and he and his pilot could lie in wait to ambush the enemy troops as they came on.
It occurred to him that he should say something. "Good luck," he offered.
Duo looked startled, then laughed. "Oh, we'll be fine! I'd be more worried about you in Wing, Yuy." The smile faded, an anxious expression edging towards the surface. "You sure you can do this and come back in one piece?"
Heero started to shrug carelessly, then decided Duo deserved better. He thought about it for a minute, then shrugged anyway. "I believe that my chance of return is high," he said, and left the rest unspoken.
Duo just sucked on his lower lip and furrowed his brow. "Hey, Heero," he said hesitantly. "Can you do something for me?"
Heero cocked his head slightly, curious. "What?"
One slim hand dove into a black pocket, and Duo came out with a small... something, that glittered in his palm as he opened his hand towards Heero. "Could you -- well -- could you maybe take this with you?"
Heero blinked, confused. "Why?"
"Because -- just -- because." The Deathscythe pilot looked extremely uncomfortable. "It's -- something I got while I was with Howie and the Sweepers, down in -- down in the Carribean. It'd mean a lot to me if you would -- keep it with you, huh? Take it with you when you fly." He thrust the little, glittering package,

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The only reason he took it was that his partner asked... begged him to, and in the end he could not turn it away. Heero wasn't sure why, exactly, he felt this need to give in to Duo -- to give Duo what Duo wanted. After all, it wasn't like they were really... friends... the lives they lead of soldiering and desperation left no time for that. But he respected Duo, as a soldier, as a pilot, and as a man. And maybe -- maybe, if he wasn't wrong to try and put a name to this emotion -- he liked him, too.
So when Duo caught him in the hangar, in the mad scrambling rush before his launch, he didn't brush him away.
"Hey, Heero," Duo greeted him, an easy smile on his face. Heero thought he could see under that smile, to the tension and anticipation coursing beneath it, and underneath even that, a lurking exhaustion.
"Duo." Heero answered back. "You're flying too?"
Duo grinned, and rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah -- but Deathscythe and me are gonna go stake out the perimeter," he said. "Not gonna be flying the thick of it like you are."
Heero nodded. It was a sensible decision. The black Gundam's stealth capabilities were irreplacable, and he and his pilot could lie in wait to ambush the enemy troops as they came on.
It occurred to him that he should say something. "Good luck," he offered.
Duo looked startled, then laughed. "Oh, we'll be fine! I'd be more worried about you in Wing, Yuy." The smile faded, an anxious expression edging towards the surface. "You sure you can do this and come back in one piece?"
Heero started to shrug carelessly, then decided Duo deserved better. He thought about it for a minute, then shrugged anyway. "I believe that my chance of return is high," he said, and left the rest unspoken.
Duo just sucked on his lower lip and furrowed his brow. "Hey, Heero," he said hesitantly. "Can you do something for me?"
Heero cocked his head slightly, curious. "What?"
One slim hand dove into a black pocket, and Duo came out with a small... something, that glittered in his palm as he opened his hand towards Heero. "Could you -- well -- could you maybe take this with you?"
Heero blinked, confused. "Why?"
"Because -- just -- because." The Deathscythe pilot looked extremely uncomfortable. "It's -- something I got while I was with Howie and the Sweepers, down in -- down in the Carribean. It'd mean a lot to me if you would -- keep it with you, huh? Take it with you when you fly." He thrust the little, glittering package,

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The Steel Breeze


The drugs made it hard to see, hard to move, and hard to think. He could have forgiven them all that, if they had only made it hard to feel, too.
He blinked, and rolled his head a little, trying to bring the room into focus. He could see the banks of machines, painted in shades of blurry blue-gray, not completely dark -- never completely dark -- but lit only by the faces of the monitors and alarms set into the walls.
They were afraid of him, the doctors. He knew that and he knew the reason, too, even if he couldn't remember it very well just now. He only remembered shadows, rippling and moving, and something hard and metal in his hand -- blood on his face. A consuming rage and a much deeper, cold and alien fear -- not the familiar fear, a natural chemical reaction to danger, but the terrible knowledge that the only thing he knew how to do was now wrong.
But he still didn't remember what he'd done.
Whatever he had done -- whatever he had done was bad enough that they put him here, in this room halfway between a hospital room and a prison. Bad enough that he was locked into this thing, a barely padded table with restraints built in so heavy and strong that he could not have broken out of them ever if he'd been at his full strength. And he was no longer allowed to be that strong. Not ever again.
He couldn't focus enough to read the glowing numbers of the clock on the wall; or maybe he could see them, but had forgotten how to read. It wasn't worth the effort, and he let his head fall again, sagging in the grips of the metal pinions that pulled his arms away from his body like wings.
Once, he'd been a... he'd been... He thought he used to be something else. Something that was special and admired instead of feared. But he'd changed. No, that was wrong. He didn't change. He stayed just the same, but the world changed, into something that didn't need him any more. A place where everything he'd learned, everything he'd believed, everything he was suddenly became wrong.
A girl's face flickered through his memory, concerned, intense, pitying. And a name; Relena. She'd cared about him once; maybe that was why she'd ordered him put here. She still came to visit him, occasionally, but he didn't remember much of the visits. They were always careful to dose him beforehand, just in case.
He tried to think of her again, but her face had fled from his mind. Pity. He

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Jealousy
pairings: 2x1, 1+L
warnings: silly squick

"You're not really jealous, are you?" Heero murmured into his lover's ear, punctuating the sentence with a kiss.
"Hunh?" Duo opened his eyes to slits. "Jealous of what?"
"Of my computer," Heero said almost apologetically. "Just this afternoon you were complaining that I spent more time with it than I do with you."
Duo had to grin. Heero was so strange sometimes. "Really, Hee-chan. I'm just worried that you'll put down roots in that chair, if I weren't here to get you off."
"I have a lot of work to do," Heero muttered, resettling his head on the pillow.
"Well, in answer to your question, no. I'm not jealous. That laptop may see more of your face than I do, but --" one of Duo's hand crept down his lover's back -- "here's something that I get that it doesn't... unless you make a habit of mooning your computer screen."
There was very little discussion after that.

The next day Duo left early, to do the shopping. Heero was left alone -- working on his laptop as usual -- but for some reason, he couldn't concentrate. His hands rested on the keyboard, unmoving, as his mind replayed endlessly the conversation from before.
It was ridiculous. But still...
Heero cocked his head to one side, listening carefully. There were no sounds of movement in the house. Duo was out and would be for some time. No-one else was home. No-one around to see...
Still, he glanced to one side, then the other, furtively. Then -- quickly, as though hurrying so as not to lose his nerve -- he scrambled around in his chair so that he was kneeling on the seat, his back to the computer. He leaned over the seat back, and dropped his pants.

At OZ monitoring stations around the world, there was a sudden massive rush of nosebleeds.
~owari~

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pairings: 2x5, 1+5, 1+2.
slightly AU version of the events in EW



It was snowing as Duo mounted the front steps, although he knew it wouldn't stick to the city streets. It was still enough to coat the tar-papered side of the building in front of him, the white on black bringing every crack and flaking section of the wall into stark relief.

He shook his head as he opened the front door of the building, leaning into it until the sticky hinges gave. No matter where you went, Earth or Colonies, there would always be slums. It was just one of those things that human beings carried around with them. Like old habits.

Duo picked his way up the stairs, hands in the pocket of his overcoat, stepping over and around the refuse littering the steps. At the top of the stairwell, lay the body of an old drunk, passed out unconscious against the wall. Duo started to walk right past him; at the last minute, though, he changed his mind, and bent down to place a bill in the old man's hand.

It was Christmas, after all.

It didn't take him long to find the right door, although he had to rub grime off the number plate to make certain. The door was either locked or broken, but either way, it only took some judiciously applied force to the doorknob to send the door creaking open in its frame.

He stepped inside the apartment, if that was the word. The single, bare-walled room displayed little more welcome than the filthy hallway outside. In one corner lay a single futon mattress, and a crumpled blanket. In the other was a tiny kitchenette that didn't look terribly sanitary, and a door that Duo presumed led into the bathroom.

Aside from that, there was only one piece of furniture in the room; a chair, set in front of the grimy window. In the chair sat Heero Yuy, and next to it, in front of it, and under it lay scattered a truly astounding array of bottles.

Heero rolled his head around to look at Duo as he entered the room. He tried to glare at whomever had interrupted his self-imposed solitude, but the effect was decidedly lessened by the bleary squint he needed to achieve focus.

When he finally recognized his visitor, he gave out a hoarse laugh, sounding more like a bark than a human sound. "What'cha doing here, Duo?" he said, voice roughened from drink or disuse or both. "Come to punish me some more?"

"Looks like you can handle that part pretty well on your own," Duo commented, looking around the filthy apartment.

Small Heroes

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Small Heroes
Rating: PG-13, maybe
Pairings: none
Category: err... angst? Duo POV thoughtfulness?
Warnings: language? non-graphic torture? I'm really unsure about this one...
Blood type: B
Disclaimer: Don't own Duo Maxwell. Don't own Gundam Wing. See me cry.
Author's Notes: This fic had been knocking around my head for some time, and I happily ignored it until one day it just walked up to me and demanded to be written. Or else. *gulp* So here it is...


It wasn't one of my better missions, I can tell you that right from the start. The intelligence I got was crap -- so much so that I wonder now if it had been a set up -- there were four times the opponents I'd been told to expect, the mission objectives went the hell out the window, three-quarters of Deathscythe's functions were blown to shit, and his lucky little pilot was captured and interrogated. All in all I'd had better days, and in my life even the good days aren't very good.
The only difference between interrogation and torture, I guess, is whether the people who are doing it are looking for information or for kicks. If I ever run into those guys again, I'll have to ask them which they were going for, right after I get done blowing them up into pieces small enough that I'm confident not one scrap of their DNA is left on this planet. Just to make sure nobody can clone them back to life, you know.
I'll be the first to say that Treize Khushrenada is one crazy motherfucker, and the world will be a lot better place when he's gone and whatever insane schemes he's cooked up are destroyed. But the man's got brains, and as strange as it feels to admit it, he's right about one thing; men in war need honor or they become... something less than human.
The thugs in that basement were something less than human -- they damn near made me lose anything that was left in me that had faith in humanity. If it hadn't been for -- But I'm getting ahead of myself.
So there I was, in the basement of an OZ research lab, playing Twenty Questions with a set of military goons. So far, they hadn't gotten a single one of mine right, but the night was still young.

Small Heroes

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Small Heroes
Rating: PG-13, maybe
Pairings: none
Category: err... angst? Duo POV thoughtfulness?
Warnings: language? non-graphic torture? I'm really unsure about this one...
Blood type: B
Disclaimer: Don't own Duo Maxwell. Don't own Gundam Wing. See me cry.
Author's Notes: This fic had been knocking around my head for some time, and I happily ignored it until one day it just walked up to me and demanded to be written. Or else. *gulp* So here it is...


It wasn't one of my better missions, I can tell you that right from the start. The intelligence I got was crap -- so much so that I wonder now if it had been a set up -- there were four times the opponents I'd been told to expect, the mission objectives went the hell out the window, three-quarters of Deathscythe's functions were blown to shit, and his lucky little pilot was captured and interrogated. All in all I'd had better days, and in my life even the good days aren't very good.
The only difference between interrogation and torture, I guess, is whether the people who are doing it are looking for information or for kicks. If I ever run into those guys again, I'll have to ask them which they were going for, right after I get done blowing them up into pieces small enough that I'm confident not one scrap of their DNA is left on this planet. Just to make sure nobody can clone them back to life, you know.
I'll be the first to say that Treize Khushrenada is one crazy motherfucker, and the world will be a lot better place when he's gone and whatever insane schemes he's cooked up are destroyed. But the man's got brains, and as strange as it feels to admit it, he's right about one thing; men in war need honor or they become... something less than human.
The thugs in that basement were something less than human -- they damn near made me lose anything that was left in me that had faith in humanity. If it hadn't been for -- But I'm getting ahead of myself.
So there I was, in the basement of an OZ research lab, playing Twenty Questions with a set of military goons. So far, they hadn't gotten a single one of mine right, but the night was still young.

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Heero: [sits on the floor with arms crossed] Hn.
Duo: You go, Hee-chan!
Wufei: Yuy, what are you doing?
Heero: Boycotting.
Quatre: Boycotting what?
Heero: That girl's latest craziness.
Quatre: Oh, Mikkeneko wants to write another fic?
Heero: Yes, and I refuse to abuse my koibito like that.
Duo: I knew there was a reason I loved you.
Heero: Plus, I will not be baselessly bastardized for the point of angst!
Duo: So we're telling Mikke to take the fic idea and shove it.
Quatre: Ano, is that really such a good idea? You know she doesn't take insubordination well...
Duo: Yeah, so, what can she do about it?
[Dom!Mikke enters the room, with black hair and wearing a rather intimidating leather outfit. She is smiling rather strangely.]
Quatre: Mi... [takes in outfit] ...keneko! What...
Dom!Mikke: [singsong] Duo dearest, get up, you have a fic to do.
Duo: No! We're boycotting.
Heero: I refuse to be randomly bastardized! And you can't do the fic without me!
Dom!Mikke: Oh, Heero darling, I wasn't planning on doing the fic with you. [smiles]
Heero: ...what?
Dom!Mikke: Oh no! I knew you wouldn't want to hurt your dearest Duo without reason, so I made other plans.
Duo: ...What other plans?
[Dom!Mikke snaps her fingers, and S!Heero walks in the room behind her. He, too, is wearing a leather outfit, consisting of tight black pants and scary boots and not much else. He has a decidedly evil smirk on his face as he leers at Duo.]
Dom!Mikke: This is uberseme!Heero. He's on loan from Sailor Seraphim. He's going to do the fic for you.
[Duo's eyes get very big. Heero's jaw drops open, and then he scrambles to his feet.]
Heero: You... you... I protest! No way am I going to let anyone else put their hands on my Duo! Absolutely no way am I letting this fic happen!

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Heero: [sits on the floor with arms crossed] Hn.
Duo: You go, Hee-chan!
Wufei: Yuy, what are you doing?
Heero: Boycotting.
Quatre: Boycotting what?
Heero: That girl's latest craziness.
Quatre: Oh, Mikkeneko wants to write another fic?
Heero: Yes, and I refuse to abuse my koibito like that.
Duo: I knew there was a reason I loved you.
Heero: Plus, I will not be baselessly bastardized for the point of angst!
Duo: So we're telling Mikke to take the fic idea and shove it.
Quatre: Ano, is that really such a good idea? You know she doesn't take insubordination well...
Duo: Yeah, so, what can she do about it?
[Dom!Mikke enters the room, with black hair and wearing a rather intimidating leather outfit. She is smiling rather strangely.]
Quatre: Mi... [takes in outfit] ...keneko! What...
Dom!Mikke: [singsong] Duo dearest, get up, you have a fic to do.
Duo: No! We're boycotting.
Heero: I refuse to be randomly bastardized! And you can't do the fic without me!
Dom!Mikke: Oh, Heero darling, I wasn't planning on doing the fic with you. [smiles]
Heero: ...what?
Dom!Mikke: Oh no! I knew you wouldn't want to hurt your dearest Duo without reason, so I made other plans.
Duo: ...What other plans?
[Dom!Mikke snaps her fingers, and S!Heero walks in the room behind her. He, too, is wearing a leather outfit, consisting of tight black pants and scary boots and not much else. He has a decidedly evil smirk on his face as he leers at Duo.]
Dom!Mikke: This is uberseme!Heero. He's on loan from Sailor Seraphim. He's going to do the fic for you.
[Duo's eyes get very big. Heero's jaw drops open, and then he scrambles to his feet.]
Heero: You... you... I protest! No way am I going to let anyone else put their hands on my Duo! Absolutely no way am I letting this fic happen!

Honey

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Honey
Disclaimer: I don't own any Gundam Wing. I disclaim responsibility for it.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: ?x2, 1x2
Category: angst, dark
Blood type: B -
Warnings: angst, ref. to past NCS, rape
Author's Notes: Yes, I did list those as two separate warnings. I think by the end of the fic you will understand why.

A shower should be heaven, he thought as he staggered into the hallway of their current 'safehouse,' a mangy, run-down motel whose only value was its anonymity. Duo had seen worse towns in his time, but not many -- this was the kind of place where nobody made eye contact, nobody blinked if you carried a gun, and nobody asked questions if you disappeared in the middle of the night and were never seen again. This was the neighborhood of the walking dead.
Heero liked it here.
Coming to a stop before the door -- with its institution-green paint peeling off in long, poisonous strips -- Duo closed his eyes and laid his head against the doorway, taking a deep breath. He swallowed -- it hurt --
"You've got a big mouth, space brat..."
His eyes flew open and he stuffed a fist into his mouth to muffle an involuntary cry. He could do this, damn it! He'd had worse than this before, and yes, he'd have nightmares again, but a few more months of them wouldn't kill him.
And he would not let those motherless bastards win. He firmed that thought in his mind. Taking in a deep breath along with his resolve, he pushed away from the doorframe, and automatically one hand patted the slight lump of the inside pocket on his vest. Still there.
He pushed open the door -- it creaked -- and paused, expecting to see Heero's gun in his face. That was his lover's normal way of greeting him at the door. The room was dim, colored mostly by the sickly neon sign lights trickling through the window, and his eyes took a minute to adjust from the bare-bulb illumination of the hallway. A glint of metal caught his eye, and he turned his head to see his Heero sitting at the desk in the corner, his laptop open before him, and his gun pointed unerringly at Duo's head.
"If I were Oz you'd be dead now," Heero said flatly.

Honey

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Honey
Disclaimer: I don't own any Gundam Wing. I disclaim responsibility for it.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: ?x2, 1x2
Category: angst, dark
Blood type: B -
Warnings: angst, ref. to past NCS, rape
Author's Notes: Yes, I did list those as two separate warnings. I think by the end of the fic you will understand why.

A shower should be heaven, he thought as he staggered into the hallway of their current 'safehouse,' a mangy, run-down motel whose only value was its anonymity. Duo had seen worse towns in his time, but not many -- this was the kind of place where nobody made eye contact, nobody blinked if you carried a gun, and nobody asked questions if you disappeared in the middle of the night and were never seen again. This was the neighborhood of the walking dead.
Heero liked it here.
Coming to a stop before the door -- with its institution-green paint peeling off in long, poisonous strips -- Duo closed his eyes and laid his head against the doorway, taking a deep breath. He swallowed -- it hurt --
"You've got a big mouth, space brat..."
His eyes flew open and he stuffed a fist into his mouth to muffle an involuntary cry. He could do this, damn it! He'd had worse than this before, and yes, he'd have nightmares again, but a few more months of them wouldn't kill him.
And he would not let those motherless bastards win. He firmed that thought in his mind. Taking in a deep breath along with his resolve, he pushed away from the doorframe, and automatically one hand patted the slight lump of the inside pocket on his vest. Still there.
He pushed open the door -- it creaked -- and paused, expecting to see Heero's gun in his face. That was his lover's normal way of greeting him at the door. The room was dim, colored mostly by the sickly neon sign lights trickling through the window, and his eyes took a minute to adjust from the bare-bulb illumination of the hallway. A glint of metal caught his eye, and he turned his head to see his Heero sitting at the desk in the corner, his laptop open before him, and his gun pointed unerringly at Duo's head.
"If I were Oz you'd be dead now," Heero said flatly.

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"Guess what's going to happen today, Heero," Relena said brightly at breakfast.
Heero looked up from the bowl of oatmeal he had been pushing around, frown crossing his face. "What?"
He dropped his spoon again, and Relena leaned across the table to pick it up and place it back in his hand. "Someone's coming to see you," she said, as though the minor accident had never happened. "Isn't that a nice treat?"
"Duo?" Heero said hopefully, pushing forward over the table as he leaned towards her. "Duo's coming to visit?"
Relena's smile never wavered. "No, Heero, not Duo. It's not Duo, it's a nice lady from the government boards. She wants to talk to you, that's all, ask you a few questions. Won't that be nice?"
Heero put his hands on the table, not noticing that his bowl of oatmeal slopped. "Not Duo?" he wanted to know.
Relena shook her head firmly. "No, Heero, not Duo. Not today. So why don't you eat your breakfast, so Ms. Pierson can come and have a nice talk?"
"Oh." Heero lost interest. "I guess so." He sat back in his chair and went back to pushing oatmeal around in the bowl.
Not paying attention to what he was doing, the spoon slipped out of his hand again, and clattered to the table. Relena reached over and put it back in his hand, guiding his arm to take a spoonful of the cereal and guide it towards his mouth. "Breakfast, Heero."
Obediently, Heero ate, but after only a few spoonfuls he grew restless and fidgety and pushed away the bowl. As she wiped away a trickle of oatmeal from the corner of his mouth, she repressed a sigh. Here they had such a good day yesterday, but it looked like that wasn't going to be the case for the notary's visit. But then, perhaps it was all for the best.

The doorbell rang later that morning, just as Relena was considering what to make for lunch. Heero's attention was immediately caught by that sound, and he tried to struggle out of his chair to go answer it. "Is it him?" he said excitedly as Relena came over to him, fretfully shushing him to sit back down. "Is Duo here?"
"Why don't you just let me check, Heero," Relena said, pressing him as best she could back into his chair. "I'll just go take a look, and see who it is."
"Is it Duo?" he asked again, ignoring her words, but he sat back in the chair.

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"Guess what's going to happen today, Heero," Relena said brightly at breakfast.
Heero looked up from the bowl of oatmeal he had been pushing around, frown crossing his face. "What?"
He dropped his spoon again, and Relena leaned across the table to pick it up and place it back in his hand. "Someone's coming to see you," she said, as though the minor accident had never happened. "Isn't that a nice treat?"
"Duo?" Heero said hopefully, pushing forward over the table as he leaned towards her. "Duo's coming to visit?"
Relena's smile never wavered. "No, Heero, not Duo. It's not Duo, it's a nice lady from the government boards. She wants to talk to you, that's all, ask you a few questions. Won't that be nice?"
Heero put his hands on the table, not noticing that his bowl of oatmeal slopped. "Not Duo?" he wanted to know.
Relena shook her head firmly. "No, Heero, not Duo. Not today. So why don't you eat your breakfast, so Ms. Pierson can come and have a nice talk?"
"Oh." Heero lost interest. "I guess so." He sat back in his chair and went back to pushing oatmeal around in the bowl.
Not paying attention to what he was doing, the spoon slipped out of his hand again, and clattered to the table. Relena reached over and put it back in his hand, guiding his arm to take a spoonful of the cereal and guide it towards his mouth. "Breakfast, Heero."
Obediently, Heero ate, but after only a few spoonfuls he grew restless and fidgety and pushed away the bowl. As she wiped away a trickle of oatmeal from the corner of his mouth, she repressed a sigh. Here they had such a good day yesterday, but it looked like that wasn't going to be the case for the notary's visit. But then, perhaps it was all for the best.

The doorbell rang later that morning, just as Relena was considering what to make for lunch. Heero's attention was immediately caught by that sound, and he tried to struggle out of his chair to go answer it. "Is it him?" he said excitedly as Relena came over to him, fretfully shushing him to sit back down. "Is Duo here?"
"Why don't you just let me check, Heero," Relena said, pressing him as best she could back into his chair. "I'll just go take a look, and see who it is."
"Is it Duo?" he asked again, ignoring her words, but he sat back in the chair.

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[11:30pm] mikkespam: I've spent the evening spanning Sera-chan's spampost
[11:30pm] mikkespam: plz feel free to join in!
[11:30pm] May: Ah, hence the spam in your name!
[11:30pm] mikkespam: I'm posting every piece of Gundam Wing fic I ever wrote
[11:30pm] mikkespam: ...ever
[11:30pm] May: Who is Sera-chan?
[11:30pm] mikkespam: windandwater?
[11:30pm] mikkespam: the porn queen?
[11:31pm] May: Ohhhhh...
[11:31pm] May: You know, she and I have never met.
[11:31pm] mikkespam: really?
[11:31pm] mikkespam: that's too bad, she's awesome
[11:32pm] mikkespam: Sera has a special way of corrupting everyone she meets
[11:32pm] mikkespam: before you know it, you're writing zombiesex chibi shouta tentacle rape autoerotic asphyxiation fic
[11:32pm] mikkespam: and you don't know how it happened.
[11:34pm] May: Whoa, now that is one fic I'd like to see.
[11:34pm] mikkespam: ....well okay maybe not all at once XD;
[11:34pm] mikkespam: the most she's ever gotten in one blow (so to speak) has been necro pedo bestiality
[11:34pm] mikkespam: which involved Heero fucking a dead puppy
[11:35pm] mikkespam: but she has also written tentacle sex, and autoasphyx, and zombies, and tons and tons of chibi/shouta
[11:35pm] mikkespam: You know all those chibi Elric fics Kaltia has written?
[11:35pm] mikkespam: directly a result of Sera-chan.
[11:37pm] May: HOW DO YOU FUCK A DEAD PUPPY?!?!
[11:37pm] mikkespam: in the mouth

Meta-spam: Spam about spam (Sera read this one!)

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[11:30pm] mikkespam: I've spent the evening spanning Sera-chan's spampost
[11:30pm] mikkespam: plz feel free to join in!
[11:30pm] May: Ah, hence the spam in your name!
[11:30pm] mikkespam: I'm posting every piece of Gundam Wing fic I ever wrote
[11:30pm] mikkespam: ...ever
[11:30pm] May: Who is Sera-chan?
[11:30pm] mikkespam: windandwater?
[11:30pm] mikkespam: the porn queen?
[11:31pm] May: Ohhhhh...
[11:31pm] May: You know, she and I have never met.
[11:31pm] mikkespam: really?
[11:31pm] mikkespam: that's too bad, she's awesome
[11:32pm] mikkespam: Sera has a special way of corrupting everyone she meets
[11:32pm] mikkespam: before you know it, you're writing zombiesex chibi shouta tentacle rape autoerotic asphyxiation fic
[11:32pm] mikkespam: and you don't know how it happened.
[11:34pm] May: Whoa, now that is one fic I'd like to see.
[11:34pm] mikkespam: ....well okay maybe not all at once XD;
[11:34pm] mikkespam: the most she's ever gotten in one blow (so to speak) has been necro pedo bestiality
[11:34pm] mikkespam: which involved Heero fucking a dead puppy
[11:35pm] mikkespam: but she has also written tentacle sex, and autoasphyx, and zombies, and tons and tons of chibi/shouta
[11:35pm] mikkespam: You know all those chibi Elric fics Kaltia has written?
[11:35pm] mikkespam: directly a result of Sera-chan.
[11:37pm] May: HOW DO YOU FUCK A DEAD PUPPY?!?!
[11:37pm] mikkespam: in the mouth

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