[12 Days] GW -- Deal With the Devil
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windandwaterTitle: Deal With the Devil
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairings: 1x2x1 implied
Rating: R
Warnings: Yaoi. Ghosts. Very dirty and suggestive dialogue about adult situations. Mild violence. This could be considered a 'prequel' of sorts to 2 A.M. or it can stand alone.
Spoilers: Duo's Episode Zero and the novelization of Endless Waltz.
Summary: Sleeping with ghosts takes a whole new meaning when you're Duo Maxwell's lover.
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He had gotten used to it.
Well, it was a given that he would get used to his lover's little quirks, just as Duo had gotten used to his own annoying tendencies. Anyway, it wasn't that big of a deal, and Heero happened to like the sound of Duo's voice... even if the young man was talking to himself.
Duo said it was healthy, and no, he wasn't crazy. Duo had the psych exam to prove it. The American just happened to talk to himself. And to the houseplants, but Duo had explained that talking to plants was beneficial to their health because they received a constant stream of carbon dioxide that helped the photosynthesis process. The theory was sound, so Heero had nodded it off.
It wasn't like Duo talked constantly; Duo usually made some sort of noise -- humming, whistling, and sometimes singing -- whenever he was doing something. It was when Duo was totally silent that Heero had to worry. The Japanese man knew that his lover talked to fill the silence, a silence that usually allowed his own memories and ghosts to haunt him. Duo had even admitted that having Heero with him had helped to stop the nightmares, and Heero had confessed the same.
They had both fought in two wars and had not-so-happy childhoods. The blue-eyed man reasoned that they both deserved to have a few nightmares over it if they wanted to; and if Duo's method of coping was to talk, then Duo could talk. Heero wasn't going to stop him.
But, for some reason, Heero felt the hairs on the back of his neck rising; that indescribable feeling of something being wrong filling his ex-soldier's senses. He paused outside of the bedroom door, pivoting around to scan the living room. Nothing was out of place that he could see, and Duo's voice was chattering in the bedroom behind him.
Nothing was wrong.
Absolutely nothing.
Heero turned again, intent on entering the bedroom and shaking off the strange feeling by losing himself in Duo's embrace. Maybe he was just feeling out of place because he was home early. He had managed to file his paperwork for the latest Preventers case in record time, and with nothing else on his docket, he had decided to surprise his lover. The door opened silently under his fingertips -- it hadn't been latched properly -- and the Japanese man paused yet again to listen to his lover's words.
"-- I mean, I don't know what you're so weirded out about. I love him, after all. And he loves me. What else do you have to worry about? I swear, you're so paranoid sometimes!"
Heero felt a swell of emotion in his chest. He and Duo rarely told each other of their love; he could probably count the number of times they had said, "I love you," to each other on two hands. But they both knew of each other's feelings; besides, if they didn't love each other, would they have been living with each other for the past five years?
Then that strange feeling slammed into Heero again as Duo continued to speak.
"Fuck, Kid, you dun have ta get nasty about it. I'm just lookin' out for ya, okay?"
That wasn't Duo.
That wasn't Duo's voice.
Duo had a husky tenor, always rife with undercurrent of emotion. The answering voice was gruff, deeper... almost a baritone that was buried under a thick drawl. A sudden stab of jumbled emotion lanced through Heero; anger (how did this person get in the house?), confusion (who is this person?), jealousy (what is he doing in the bedroom with MY Duo?!). Driven by emotion, Heero slammed the bedroom door open, the wood shaking in its hinges and bouncing off the wall, probably leaving a permanent mark in the plaster.
A long chestnut braid whirled around.
Flashing amber eyes looked up from the bed.
Heero stood in the doorway.
And shook his head.
Duo was alone.
Prussian blue eyes searched the room critically, but the only occupant was Duo, who was sitting on the bed with a shocked look in his amber eyes. Wait. No. In his violet eyes. Duo had violet eyes! Heero had always drowned in their depths... he looked again, and there were Duo's shocked violet eyes staring at him.
Why had he thought that they were amber?
Then a strange sort of smile crossed Duo's lips, and he levered himself off the bed, stalking towards Heero. But Duo was moving... wrong. Differently. His pace was too wide, as if he was taller. His stance was far too forward, aggressive, angry?
Heero looked into Duo's eyes again, a question on his lips.
It died before the blue-eyed man could utter one syllable.
Duo's eyes were amber.
"Well, lookie here, Kid. Speak 'a the devil an' he will appear, huh? This is real interestin' now."
He wasn't Duo.
"I been meanin' ta have a talk with ya, pretty boy," Duo -- no not Duo -- drawled, his L2 accent roughed and thick like molasses and sandpaper. It was so disconcerting that Heero could barely think to respond to the mild insult, instead dropping his guard enough that Duo was able to get into his personal space, leering with his amber eyes roving the length of his body. "Yeah, the Kid managed to snag himself a pretty one for sure."
Then a rough hand grabbed Heero by the chin, tipping his face up, which was disorienting because the last he remembered, Heero was the one who was taller, if only by a few inches. That intense and slightly disturbing look still hadn't left Duo's eyes, and with them locked on him, and the disorientation and roughness... if Heero focused on the differences, it truly felt like he was standing in his bedroom with a stranger.
"D'ya like to fuck the Kid, pretty boy? D'ya like it when he begs ya like a cheap L2 whore? He came real close, yanno, if I hadn't 'a been there. Prob'ly woulda died on the end of some pimp's dick, bleedin an' screamin--"
That was too much. Heero held back his angry snarl, but shoved this person away from him, not bothering to check his strength. The lean body twisted back, stumbling a few paces. The flutter of braid had words of apology springing to Heero's lips automatically -- he never wanted to hurt Duo, even accidentally -- but the vicious look in amber eyes made him want to spit curses instead.
"Oh, is that how ya play it then, pretty boy? Rough 'im up when ya don't get what ya want? I bet ya do, just like all the rest. Give him presents and treats to get him happy, then beat 'im like a dog when ya feel like it--"
"SHUT UP."
The silence fell so fast over the room that Heero half wondered if he'd accidentally drawn his gun and fired in the split second of losing his control. But his hands were empty, and that person who wasn't Duo was still staring at him in a bastard mixture of shock, amusement and annoyance. Feeling his grip on control start to waver again, Heero took the silence as an opportunity.
"Never say that about Duo again. I do not care who you are or what you are. You claim to have protected him, but you show nothing but contempt for his life now. I would never treat Duo as you suggested."
Heero stalked forward, threat evident in the set of his shoulders and -- wishing and hoping that Duo would forgive him for this -- grabbed the person by the throat and slammed him against the wall, forcing Duo's body up on its toes to avoid choking. Amber eyes went wide in shock then narrowed in malice, and all it took was Heero tightening his grip to keep the interloper from clawing at his forearm and kicking at his legs.
"You're not my Duo. And I will not stand here and listen to you say things like that about him. Now give me back my lover before I force you out."
The tension ran thick, and Heero shoved away any thoughts that Duo was not safe. Duo had to return to him. Any other option was unacceptable. Just before he moved to do more violence to this stranger, a wide familiar grin looked down at him, amber eyes shining bright. Heero dropped him abruptly, watching warily as the person coughed and rubbed his throat.
"Helluva grip ya got there, pretty boy, but ya said what I wanted ta hear. I guess the kid was right about you."
"Give me back Duo," Heero ground out.
There was a hearty laugh. "Right, right. I bet the Kid'd be real impressed, too. Don't worry, I won't peep on ya, pretty boy."
"And stop calling me that ridiculous name."
A jaunty little wave, then Duo's body staggered, eyes rolling back in his head. Heero was there at his side in a flash, catching his lover before he collapsed to the floor. Lifting Duo as if he weighed nothing, Heero carried him to the bed, laying him out, the quickly checking Duo's pulse and breathing. Everything seemed fine, as if Duo had simply fallen asleep. But Heero needed to be sure that his Duo had returned to him. He needed to know.
"Duo? Duo, wake up."
A sharp indrawn breath and Duo's eyes fluttered, and Heero had never been more relieved to see that shade of violet in his entire life.
"Wha- what happened? Heero?"
Confusion was thick in Duo's voice, and understanding struck Heero like a bolt. He didn't know. Duo didn't know and didn't remember what had happened. Carefully schooling his expression, Heero ran his hand through Duo's bangs and stroked the side of his face gently.
"You passed out. I was worried that you hit your head."
"O-oh..."
In one moment, Heero made the decision.
Duo did not need to know.
-- Owari --
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairings: 1x2x1 implied
Rating: R
Warnings: Yaoi. Ghosts. Very dirty and suggestive dialogue about adult situations. Mild violence. This could be considered a 'prequel' of sorts to 2 A.M. or it can stand alone.
Spoilers: Duo's Episode Zero and the novelization of Endless Waltz.
Summary: Sleeping with ghosts takes a whole new meaning when you're Duo Maxwell's lover.
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He had gotten used to it.
Well, it was a given that he would get used to his lover's little quirks, just as Duo had gotten used to his own annoying tendencies. Anyway, it wasn't that big of a deal, and Heero happened to like the sound of Duo's voice... even if the young man was talking to himself.
Duo said it was healthy, and no, he wasn't crazy. Duo had the psych exam to prove it. The American just happened to talk to himself. And to the houseplants, but Duo had explained that talking to plants was beneficial to their health because they received a constant stream of carbon dioxide that helped the photosynthesis process. The theory was sound, so Heero had nodded it off.
It wasn't like Duo talked constantly; Duo usually made some sort of noise -- humming, whistling, and sometimes singing -- whenever he was doing something. It was when Duo was totally silent that Heero had to worry. The Japanese man knew that his lover talked to fill the silence, a silence that usually allowed his own memories and ghosts to haunt him. Duo had even admitted that having Heero with him had helped to stop the nightmares, and Heero had confessed the same.
They had both fought in two wars and had not-so-happy childhoods. The blue-eyed man reasoned that they both deserved to have a few nightmares over it if they wanted to; and if Duo's method of coping was to talk, then Duo could talk. Heero wasn't going to stop him.
But, for some reason, Heero felt the hairs on the back of his neck rising; that indescribable feeling of something being wrong filling his ex-soldier's senses. He paused outside of the bedroom door, pivoting around to scan the living room. Nothing was out of place that he could see, and Duo's voice was chattering in the bedroom behind him.
Nothing was wrong.
Absolutely nothing.
Heero turned again, intent on entering the bedroom and shaking off the strange feeling by losing himself in Duo's embrace. Maybe he was just feeling out of place because he was home early. He had managed to file his paperwork for the latest Preventers case in record time, and with nothing else on his docket, he had decided to surprise his lover. The door opened silently under his fingertips -- it hadn't been latched properly -- and the Japanese man paused yet again to listen to his lover's words.
"-- I mean, I don't know what you're so weirded out about. I love him, after all. And he loves me. What else do you have to worry about? I swear, you're so paranoid sometimes!"
Heero felt a swell of emotion in his chest. He and Duo rarely told each other of their love; he could probably count the number of times they had said, "I love you," to each other on two hands. But they both knew of each other's feelings; besides, if they didn't love each other, would they have been living with each other for the past five years?
Then that strange feeling slammed into Heero again as Duo continued to speak.
"Fuck, Kid, you dun have ta get nasty about it. I'm just lookin' out for ya, okay?"
That wasn't Duo.
That wasn't Duo's voice.
Duo had a husky tenor, always rife with undercurrent of emotion. The answering voice was gruff, deeper... almost a baritone that was buried under a thick drawl. A sudden stab of jumbled emotion lanced through Heero; anger (how did this person get in the house?), confusion (who is this person?), jealousy (what is he doing in the bedroom with MY Duo?!). Driven by emotion, Heero slammed the bedroom door open, the wood shaking in its hinges and bouncing off the wall, probably leaving a permanent mark in the plaster.
A long chestnut braid whirled around.
Flashing amber eyes looked up from the bed.
Heero stood in the doorway.
And shook his head.
Duo was alone.
Prussian blue eyes searched the room critically, but the only occupant was Duo, who was sitting on the bed with a shocked look in his amber eyes. Wait. No. In his violet eyes. Duo had violet eyes! Heero had always drowned in their depths... he looked again, and there were Duo's shocked violet eyes staring at him.
Why had he thought that they were amber?
Then a strange sort of smile crossed Duo's lips, and he levered himself off the bed, stalking towards Heero. But Duo was moving... wrong. Differently. His pace was too wide, as if he was taller. His stance was far too forward, aggressive, angry?
Heero looked into Duo's eyes again, a question on his lips.
It died before the blue-eyed man could utter one syllable.
Duo's eyes were amber.
"Well, lookie here, Kid. Speak 'a the devil an' he will appear, huh? This is real interestin' now."
He wasn't Duo.
"I been meanin' ta have a talk with ya, pretty boy," Duo -- no not Duo -- drawled, his L2 accent roughed and thick like molasses and sandpaper. It was so disconcerting that Heero could barely think to respond to the mild insult, instead dropping his guard enough that Duo was able to get into his personal space, leering with his amber eyes roving the length of his body. "Yeah, the Kid managed to snag himself a pretty one for sure."
Then a rough hand grabbed Heero by the chin, tipping his face up, which was disorienting because the last he remembered, Heero was the one who was taller, if only by a few inches. That intense and slightly disturbing look still hadn't left Duo's eyes, and with them locked on him, and the disorientation and roughness... if Heero focused on the differences, it truly felt like he was standing in his bedroom with a stranger.
"D'ya like to fuck the Kid, pretty boy? D'ya like it when he begs ya like a cheap L2 whore? He came real close, yanno, if I hadn't 'a been there. Prob'ly woulda died on the end of some pimp's dick, bleedin an' screamin--"
That was too much. Heero held back his angry snarl, but shoved this person away from him, not bothering to check his strength. The lean body twisted back, stumbling a few paces. The flutter of braid had words of apology springing to Heero's lips automatically -- he never wanted to hurt Duo, even accidentally -- but the vicious look in amber eyes made him want to spit curses instead.
"Oh, is that how ya play it then, pretty boy? Rough 'im up when ya don't get what ya want? I bet ya do, just like all the rest. Give him presents and treats to get him happy, then beat 'im like a dog when ya feel like it--"
"SHUT UP."
The silence fell so fast over the room that Heero half wondered if he'd accidentally drawn his gun and fired in the split second of losing his control. But his hands were empty, and that person who wasn't Duo was still staring at him in a bastard mixture of shock, amusement and annoyance. Feeling his grip on control start to waver again, Heero took the silence as an opportunity.
"Never say that about Duo again. I do not care who you are or what you are. You claim to have protected him, but you show nothing but contempt for his life now. I would never treat Duo as you suggested."
Heero stalked forward, threat evident in the set of his shoulders and -- wishing and hoping that Duo would forgive him for this -- grabbed the person by the throat and slammed him against the wall, forcing Duo's body up on its toes to avoid choking. Amber eyes went wide in shock then narrowed in malice, and all it took was Heero tightening his grip to keep the interloper from clawing at his forearm and kicking at his legs.
"You're not my Duo. And I will not stand here and listen to you say things like that about him. Now give me back my lover before I force you out."
The tension ran thick, and Heero shoved away any thoughts that Duo was not safe. Duo had to return to him. Any other option was unacceptable. Just before he moved to do more violence to this stranger, a wide familiar grin looked down at him, amber eyes shining bright. Heero dropped him abruptly, watching warily as the person coughed and rubbed his throat.
"Helluva grip ya got there, pretty boy, but ya said what I wanted ta hear. I guess the kid was right about you."
"Give me back Duo," Heero ground out.
There was a hearty laugh. "Right, right. I bet the Kid'd be real impressed, too. Don't worry, I won't peep on ya, pretty boy."
"And stop calling me that ridiculous name."
A jaunty little wave, then Duo's body staggered, eyes rolling back in his head. Heero was there at his side in a flash, catching his lover before he collapsed to the floor. Lifting Duo as if he weighed nothing, Heero carried him to the bed, laying him out, the quickly checking Duo's pulse and breathing. Everything seemed fine, as if Duo had simply fallen asleep. But Heero needed to be sure that his Duo had returned to him. He needed to know.
"Duo? Duo, wake up."
A sharp indrawn breath and Duo's eyes fluttered, and Heero had never been more relieved to see that shade of violet in his entire life.
"Wha- what happened? Heero?"
Confusion was thick in Duo's voice, and understanding struck Heero like a bolt. He didn't know. Duo didn't know and didn't remember what had happened. Carefully schooling his expression, Heero ran his hand through Duo's bangs and stroked the side of his face gently.
"You passed out. I was worried that you hit your head."
"O-oh..."
In one moment, Heero made the decision.
Duo did not need to know.
-- Owari --
