FanFiction : Till Death, We Do Part
Title: Till Death, We Do Part
Chapter: 2
Rating: M, language and adult situations. Hah.
Summary: Duo attends Heero and Relena’s wedding with much regret. He had pushed Heero away, thinking it was for the best. Liquor emboldens Duo to say good-bye to Heero.
Notes: Something I work on when I'm drinking. Hah hah. All my other fanfiction can be found at http://www.fanfiction.net/~succumbdefeat. Also, I don't mean Trowa to come off as a jerk, he's just cool, ice cold. Comments of any sort always <3ed.
A crowd had assembled at the steps of the Sanc Kingdom, happily cheering as Heero and Relena entered into a black limousine. Quatre, standing by Trowa, clapping politely, began to survey the individuals he was among. Duo was absent. His curiosity piqued, Quatre slowly abandoned the crowd, maneuvering through the people. Trowa silently followed his pace never trying to catch up.
They found Duo sitting on grass, not far from the garden entrance of the reception hall. His legs stretched out before him on the damp ground. Duo was struggling to light a cigarette, his motions impeded by the copious amount of alcohol coursing through his body. His overcoat coat was missing; Duo seemed undaunted by the chill in the night’s air.
“Duo?” Quatre called out to him curiously. “What are you doing out here?” Duo did not respond, his focus engrossed entirely by getting his lighter’s flame to his cigarette, his swaying hand extinguishing the flame. Quatre approached him, squatting next to him. He discerned Duo’s clothes were tousled, he looked haggard and morose. Quatre’s features were imbued with concern, glancing toward Trowa who stood off to the side ho had crossed his arms. “Duo?” Quatre cautiously spoke.
“I really fucked up.” Duo muttered, his tone slurred by liquor. Duo finally lit his cigarette, taking a drag. Quatre observed him and grimaced, plucking the cigarette with a smoldering filter from Duo’s hands. Quatre presented the wrongly-lit cigarette, showing the error to Duo and then tossing it aside. Duo slouched, and emitted an aggravated sigh. Duo’s eyes brimmed with tears, yet he strove to retain the water blurring his vision. “I -” Duo’s voice faltered wrought with emotion. “I fucked Heero in the bathroom.” Duo finally blurted out, his discretion a victim of his intoxication. Quatre gaped at Duo aghast.
“What about Relena?” Quatre asserted abruptly, his empathy bleeding for Relena.
“I’m positive Heero with be able to perform for her later tonight.” Trowa dryly opined. Quatre eyed his lover disappointedly.
Duo flinched at the thought of Heero and Relena having sex, swiping his over his chestnut colored bangs, griping the tendrils of hair. Quatre had suspected something more to Heero’s and Duo’s friendship, but had ultimately disregarded the notion especially when Relena and Heero started dating. Quatre glanced at Duo, drunk and devastated. Quatre gestured to Trowa who nodded. They proceeded to surround Duo, placing his arms over their shoulders. Trowa and Quatre supporting Duo guided his unruly stagger to their rented car. Duo was silent, his head hung low as he held on their stable bodies. Easing Duo into the back seat, Quatre fastened Duo’s seatbelt. Stoically Trowa proceeded into the driver’s seat, glimpsing Duo in the rearview mirror.
“Don’t vomit.” Trowa nonchalantly instructed.
“I’ll put that on my to-do list.” Duo growled, as he sunk into the seat of the car, staring listless at the benighted sky.
“Heero? Can you help me?” Relena called from the bedroom of their luxuriant hotel suite. She heard his footfalls draw close. Standing behind her, Heero traced his fingers down Relena’s back, sundering the zipper down her back. Relena’s stirred under his touch, glancing over her shoulder seductively. She watched him walk away; her expression fell in disappointment.
Heero sat upon the arm chair, one leg bent under him the other stretched before him. His overcoat and tie had been removed; his dress shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his taut chest. Relena was vigilant of him from the hallway, the light from the bedroom waxing over the edges of her silhouette. Minutes lapsed, Heero remained posed, his deposition brooding. Relena emitted an airy sigh. After a moment, she advanced towards him cautiously. She had changed from her bridal gown, now donning a cream colored silk negligee embellished with lace. Heero had not been roused by her movement. Delicately, she perched herself in his lap, softly looping an arm around his neck. Heero gazed at her, his stare obscured by his unruly brunette hair. Relena’s lips curved into a slight smile.
“What is troubling you, Heero?” Relena asked quietly. She felt Heero’s body tense under hers. She began to rub the back of his neck. Heero closed his eyes, never offering her a reply. Leaning in, grazing her lips over his cheek, Relena murmured, “I love you.”
Heero loosely slung an arm around her waist, relishing in those words spoken to him. Words Duo never willed himself to say.
“I love you.” Heero whispered his tone detached.
Chapter: 2
Rating: M, language and adult situations. Hah.
Summary: Duo attends Heero and Relena’s wedding with much regret. He had pushed Heero away, thinking it was for the best. Liquor emboldens Duo to say good-bye to Heero.
Notes: Something I work on when I'm drinking. Hah hah. All my other fanfiction can be found at http://www.fanfiction.net/~succumbdefeat. Also, I don't mean Trowa to come off as a jerk, he's just cool, ice cold. Comments of any sort always <3ed.
A crowd had assembled at the steps of the Sanc Kingdom, happily cheering as Heero and Relena entered into a black limousine. Quatre, standing by Trowa, clapping politely, began to survey the individuals he was among. Duo was absent. His curiosity piqued, Quatre slowly abandoned the crowd, maneuvering through the people. Trowa silently followed his pace never trying to catch up.
They found Duo sitting on grass, not far from the garden entrance of the reception hall. His legs stretched out before him on the damp ground. Duo was struggling to light a cigarette, his motions impeded by the copious amount of alcohol coursing through his body. His overcoat coat was missing; Duo seemed undaunted by the chill in the night’s air.
“Duo?” Quatre called out to him curiously. “What are you doing out here?” Duo did not respond, his focus engrossed entirely by getting his lighter’s flame to his cigarette, his swaying hand extinguishing the flame. Quatre approached him, squatting next to him. He discerned Duo’s clothes were tousled, he looked haggard and morose. Quatre’s features were imbued with concern, glancing toward Trowa who stood off to the side ho had crossed his arms. “Duo?” Quatre cautiously spoke.
“I really fucked up.” Duo muttered, his tone slurred by liquor. Duo finally lit his cigarette, taking a drag. Quatre observed him and grimaced, plucking the cigarette with a smoldering filter from Duo’s hands. Quatre presented the wrongly-lit cigarette, showing the error to Duo and then tossing it aside. Duo slouched, and emitted an aggravated sigh. Duo’s eyes brimmed with tears, yet he strove to retain the water blurring his vision. “I -” Duo’s voice faltered wrought with emotion. “I fucked Heero in the bathroom.” Duo finally blurted out, his discretion a victim of his intoxication. Quatre gaped at Duo aghast.
“What about Relena?” Quatre asserted abruptly, his empathy bleeding for Relena.
“I’m positive Heero with be able to perform for her later tonight.” Trowa dryly opined. Quatre eyed his lover disappointedly.
Duo flinched at the thought of Heero and Relena having sex, swiping his over his chestnut colored bangs, griping the tendrils of hair. Quatre had suspected something more to Heero’s and Duo’s friendship, but had ultimately disregarded the notion especially when Relena and Heero started dating. Quatre glanced at Duo, drunk and devastated. Quatre gestured to Trowa who nodded. They proceeded to surround Duo, placing his arms over their shoulders. Trowa and Quatre supporting Duo guided his unruly stagger to their rented car. Duo was silent, his head hung low as he held on their stable bodies. Easing Duo into the back seat, Quatre fastened Duo’s seatbelt. Stoically Trowa proceeded into the driver’s seat, glimpsing Duo in the rearview mirror.
“Don’t vomit.” Trowa nonchalantly instructed.
“I’ll put that on my to-do list.” Duo growled, as he sunk into the seat of the car, staring listless at the benighted sky.
“Heero? Can you help me?” Relena called from the bedroom of their luxuriant hotel suite. She heard his footfalls draw close. Standing behind her, Heero traced his fingers down Relena’s back, sundering the zipper down her back. Relena’s stirred under his touch, glancing over her shoulder seductively. She watched him walk away; her expression fell in disappointment.
Heero sat upon the arm chair, one leg bent under him the other stretched before him. His overcoat and tie had been removed; his dress shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his taut chest. Relena was vigilant of him from the hallway, the light from the bedroom waxing over the edges of her silhouette. Minutes lapsed, Heero remained posed, his deposition brooding. Relena emitted an airy sigh. After a moment, she advanced towards him cautiously. She had changed from her bridal gown, now donning a cream colored silk negligee embellished with lace. Heero had not been roused by her movement. Delicately, she perched herself in his lap, softly looping an arm around his neck. Heero gazed at her, his stare obscured by his unruly brunette hair. Relena’s lips curved into a slight smile.
“What is troubling you, Heero?” Relena asked quietly. She felt Heero’s body tense under hers. She began to rub the back of his neck. Heero closed his eyes, never offering her a reply. Leaning in, grazing her lips over his cheek, Relena murmured, “I love you.”
Heero loosely slung an arm around her waist, relishing in those words spoken to him. Words Duo never willed himself to say.
“I love you.” Heero whispered his tone detached.