new chapter, bodyguard redux
mm, i've had such a lazy day off today, it's been nice. i almost forgot about posting this chapter, haha, but here we are. good thing it was already written. i've been so busy this week (probably why i felt like being lazy today).
anyway, here we go. kinda a continuation of the previous chapter. it was actually written together, but i separated it when it reached 2x as long as one of the previous ones. it was since revamped, so it should be it's own chapter.
i've actually been working on editing polyphonic too, so if i've got the time this weekend i'll (finally) post up another chapter.
Title: Bodyguard Redux
Chapter: 2.2 The Kiss
Pairings: Heero/Duo (centric), Relena/Heero (one-sided), and others
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters. I also don't own the movie "The Bodyguard" or any of its songs.
Rating: PG-13 (mostly)
Warning: AU, shounen-ai, kissing, mild violence, a little swearing
Word count: 1398
Summary: Duo kisses Heero.
Duo awoke to the sound of his door opening. He propped himself up on his elbows to glare half-heartedly at the intruder, but it faded in surprise when he saw who it was.
Heero walked in, his blue eyes filled with worry as he swept the room with his gaze. When he saw Duo on the couch, he stalked over and sank to his knees, his hands coming to grip Duo’s arms. His voice was low, but Duo could detect the worry and frustration in it. “Have you been here the entire time? You’re supposed to tell someone where you go. Anyone will do, just someone! I’ve been half out of my mind looking for you. You don’t even have a phone in here.”
Duo felt the struggle in Heero’s hands not to grip too tight as he rambled as well as the real anxiety in his eyes, and felt his heart melt. “I will, I promise.” As touching as the worry was in Heero’s eyes, Duo didn’t want to cause anyone any undue distress.
He remembered distantly the rushing security guards outside, but didn’t dwell on the memory as he suddenly realized how close Heero’s face had come to his. On an impulse, he tilted his face up to plant a small kiss on the delectable lips before him, before settling back as far as Heero’s grip would allow to watch the other’s reaction.
Cobalt eyes widened in shock, and at first Duo was sure he’d made a mistake interpreting their first meeting -- and maybe those little glances he’d caught from the other man whenever he wasn’t barking orders -- but in the next moment he was being pressed against the soft red fabric of the couch, a hot mouth kissing his eagerly and urging his own to open. Duo opened his happily, enjoying the play of tongues that was slowly causing his body to hum with pleasure. His eyes closed to savor the sensation as he twined his arms around Heero’s neck to pull him in closer, fingers making their way into the silky chocolate brown hair -- it really was a soft as it looked -- and body arching to somehow subliminally convince Heero to join him completely on the couch. He wasn’t about to tear his lips away from Heero’s to ask him outright because just kissing Heero was the best feeling he’d ever had in his life. Heero’s hands had shifted as well, one hand going up to cup his face and another to stroke down Duo’s back, following the path of his braid. For a blissful few seconds of heaven, through the shifting of Heero’s muscles -- mm, definitely drool-worthy -- it felt as if he would, but …
“Heero!” A cry from outside the hallway shattered the moment.
Heero jumped back, his eyes widening in shock, and glanced to the door which he’d closed on instinctually when walking in. He moved half a step forward as if he wanted to continue -- Duo definitely wouldn’t mind if he did -- but then took several steps back.
“I shouldn’t have... I’m sorry,” he muttered quickly, not meeting Duo’s eyes, and then he turned quickly, fleeing the room as if it were on fire.
Duo sat up, his mind still a little cloudy with desire but it was fading quickly in the wake of Heero’s fast retreat, confusion taking its place. What exactly had that apology been for? For waking him up? For kissing him? For having to leave suddenly before things got more heated? For having to run away before he got caught by his sister? He touched his kiss-swollen lips to assure himself it hadn’t been a dream. A very vivid and breathtaking dream.
His circling thoughts were interrupted with his door slamming open. Relena strode in, her pink high heels making clacking noises against the floor.
“Have you seen Heero?”
Duo cleared his throat slightly. “He was in here earlier, but he just left.”
“Oh that silly man,” muttered Relena. “Always so focused on doing his duty.”
Duo frowned. “Well it is his job. Although it was awfully nice of him to come in here to check on me specifically.”
She gave a cold little laugh. “But that is his duty. Oh you didn’t know?”
Duo must have given her a surprised look. The vicious gleam in the cornflower blue eyes sent chills down Duo’s spine and she gave a little snort. “Milliardo apparently paid Heero quite a large sum of money to look after you. It was some trouble Milliardo has been working with, and he thought you’d be in danger.” She wrinkled her nose a bit. “For heaven’s sake, I highly doubt you’re important enough to be a target if someone is after Milliardo, but my dear brother insisted. You know how stubborn he can be.” She paused, appraising Duo slightly. “Did you think Heero was really worried about you?” Her lips twisted a bit as she mimicked his earlier words. “It is his job.”
Doubt sunk into Duo as he recalled every glance Heero had ever thrown his way. Had he really misinterpreted everything? Had Heero simply been checking up on him because he was someone he was assigned to guard? Had he simply kissed Duo to appease him because Duo had practically thrown himself at him? Was it some momentary impulse that Heero instantly regretted the moment he remembered where he was? Did Duo really mean nothing to him but a paycheck? A small voice in the back of his mind also asked, why in the world would Zechs send someone specifically to guard Duo anyway? As the questions piled up, Duo could feel himself not remembering anything, aside from the most recent experience, that had ever been conclusive about a real attraction by the handsome Japanese man to one Duo Maxwell.
Some of his feelings must have shown on his face, because Relena smiled triumphantly. “Don’t bother him more than necessary alright, Duo darling? Tell him if you’re going to disappear to this silly little room of yours. He hasn’t had much time to spend with me because he’s been so wrapped up in providing protection for you. He works so hard. Such an admirable man, don’t you think?” She giggled, not waiting for a reply. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he’s sufficiently entertained when he’s not working. He’s having dinner with me tonight so I’ll make sure to tell him you’ll be cooperative. You will, won’t you?”
She beamed at Duo. Something inside him withered under the brightness of her smile but he managed a weak nod. Was the apology because he had already promised himself to Relena? “I better go get ready. I have to look pretty for my Heero.”
She flounced out of the room, closing the door with a cheerful snap.
Duo slowly got to his feet and walked to the door, turning the lock he’d never used before he made his way back to the couch. He sat down heavily, head spinning, feeling just as disoriented as he had when his first guest had left. But this time, he had no feeling of fading euphoria, it was only despair. Why couldn’t everyone have just been clear as to Heero’s purpose there? Why was Duo the last to know?
He was suddenly angry. Angry with Zechs for not telling Duo everything. Angry with Relena for making him feel like this. Angry with Heero for making him want him. For kissing him.
And just as quickly, the anger faded, leaving him drained. All he felt was a bone-deep sadness. As much as Zechs loved him and always insisted he was family, he hadn’t trusted Duo enough to tell him why he’d hired a bodyguard for him in the first place, and that cut deeper than he’d ever thought it could. He’d ask Zechs, tomorrow perhaps, and see if he’d tell him.
Duo knew how to protect himself. If anything, he’d ask Trowa to give him a couple more lessons in self-defense. He wouldn’t rely on anyone to save him, least of all Heero Yuy. Even as that thought came to him, he remembered all of Heero’s quiet strength and how safe it felt in his arms. He curled up into the couch again and began to cry silently, wrapped in the fading scent and sensation of being kissed by Heero Yuy.
back to Part One: "I Have Nothing".
back to Part Two: "Queen of the Night". back to previous chapter. on to next chapter.
anyway, here we go. kinda a continuation of the previous chapter. it was actually written together, but i separated it when it reached 2x as long as one of the previous ones. it was since revamped, so it should be it's own chapter.
i've actually been working on editing polyphonic too, so if i've got the time this weekend i'll (finally) post up another chapter.
Title: Bodyguard Redux
Chapter: 2.2 The Kiss
Pairings: Heero/Duo (centric), Relena/Heero (one-sided), and others
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters. I also don't own the movie "The Bodyguard" or any of its songs.
Rating: PG-13 (mostly)
Warning: AU, shounen-ai, kissing, mild violence, a little swearing
Word count: 1398
Summary: Duo kisses Heero.
Duo awoke to the sound of his door opening. He propped himself up on his elbows to glare half-heartedly at the intruder, but it faded in surprise when he saw who it was.
Heero walked in, his blue eyes filled with worry as he swept the room with his gaze. When he saw Duo on the couch, he stalked over and sank to his knees, his hands coming to grip Duo’s arms. His voice was low, but Duo could detect the worry and frustration in it. “Have you been here the entire time? You’re supposed to tell someone where you go. Anyone will do, just someone! I’ve been half out of my mind looking for you. You don’t even have a phone in here.”
Duo felt the struggle in Heero’s hands not to grip too tight as he rambled as well as the real anxiety in his eyes, and felt his heart melt. “I will, I promise.” As touching as the worry was in Heero’s eyes, Duo didn’t want to cause anyone any undue distress.
He remembered distantly the rushing security guards outside, but didn’t dwell on the memory as he suddenly realized how close Heero’s face had come to his. On an impulse, he tilted his face up to plant a small kiss on the delectable lips before him, before settling back as far as Heero’s grip would allow to watch the other’s reaction.
Cobalt eyes widened in shock, and at first Duo was sure he’d made a mistake interpreting their first meeting -- and maybe those little glances he’d caught from the other man whenever he wasn’t barking orders -- but in the next moment he was being pressed against the soft red fabric of the couch, a hot mouth kissing his eagerly and urging his own to open. Duo opened his happily, enjoying the play of tongues that was slowly causing his body to hum with pleasure. His eyes closed to savor the sensation as he twined his arms around Heero’s neck to pull him in closer, fingers making their way into the silky chocolate brown hair -- it really was a soft as it looked -- and body arching to somehow subliminally convince Heero to join him completely on the couch. He wasn’t about to tear his lips away from Heero’s to ask him outright because just kissing Heero was the best feeling he’d ever had in his life. Heero’s hands had shifted as well, one hand going up to cup his face and another to stroke down Duo’s back, following the path of his braid. For a blissful few seconds of heaven, through the shifting of Heero’s muscles -- mm, definitely drool-worthy -- it felt as if he would, but …
“Heero!” A cry from outside the hallway shattered the moment.
Heero jumped back, his eyes widening in shock, and glanced to the door which he’d closed on instinctually when walking in. He moved half a step forward as if he wanted to continue -- Duo definitely wouldn’t mind if he did -- but then took several steps back.
“I shouldn’t have... I’m sorry,” he muttered quickly, not meeting Duo’s eyes, and then he turned quickly, fleeing the room as if it were on fire.
Duo sat up, his mind still a little cloudy with desire but it was fading quickly in the wake of Heero’s fast retreat, confusion taking its place. What exactly had that apology been for? For waking him up? For kissing him? For having to leave suddenly before things got more heated? For having to run away before he got caught by his sister? He touched his kiss-swollen lips to assure himself it hadn’t been a dream. A very vivid and breathtaking dream.
His circling thoughts were interrupted with his door slamming open. Relena strode in, her pink high heels making clacking noises against the floor.
“Have you seen Heero?”
Duo cleared his throat slightly. “He was in here earlier, but he just left.”
“Oh that silly man,” muttered Relena. “Always so focused on doing his duty.”
Duo frowned. “Well it is his job. Although it was awfully nice of him to come in here to check on me specifically.”
She gave a cold little laugh. “But that is his duty. Oh you didn’t know?”
Duo must have given her a surprised look. The vicious gleam in the cornflower blue eyes sent chills down Duo’s spine and she gave a little snort. “Milliardo apparently paid Heero quite a large sum of money to look after you. It was some trouble Milliardo has been working with, and he thought you’d be in danger.” She wrinkled her nose a bit. “For heaven’s sake, I highly doubt you’re important enough to be a target if someone is after Milliardo, but my dear brother insisted. You know how stubborn he can be.” She paused, appraising Duo slightly. “Did you think Heero was really worried about you?” Her lips twisted a bit as she mimicked his earlier words. “It is his job.”
Doubt sunk into Duo as he recalled every glance Heero had ever thrown his way. Had he really misinterpreted everything? Had Heero simply been checking up on him because he was someone he was assigned to guard? Had he simply kissed Duo to appease him because Duo had practically thrown himself at him? Was it some momentary impulse that Heero instantly regretted the moment he remembered where he was? Did Duo really mean nothing to him but a paycheck? A small voice in the back of his mind also asked, why in the world would Zechs send someone specifically to guard Duo anyway? As the questions piled up, Duo could feel himself not remembering anything, aside from the most recent experience, that had ever been conclusive about a real attraction by the handsome Japanese man to one Duo Maxwell.
Some of his feelings must have shown on his face, because Relena smiled triumphantly. “Don’t bother him more than necessary alright, Duo darling? Tell him if you’re going to disappear to this silly little room of yours. He hasn’t had much time to spend with me because he’s been so wrapped up in providing protection for you. He works so hard. Such an admirable man, don’t you think?” She giggled, not waiting for a reply. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he’s sufficiently entertained when he’s not working. He’s having dinner with me tonight so I’ll make sure to tell him you’ll be cooperative. You will, won’t you?”
She beamed at Duo. Something inside him withered under the brightness of her smile but he managed a weak nod. Was the apology because he had already promised himself to Relena? “I better go get ready. I have to look pretty for my Heero.”
She flounced out of the room, closing the door with a cheerful snap.
Duo slowly got to his feet and walked to the door, turning the lock he’d never used before he made his way back to the couch. He sat down heavily, head spinning, feeling just as disoriented as he had when his first guest had left. But this time, he had no feeling of fading euphoria, it was only despair. Why couldn’t everyone have just been clear as to Heero’s purpose there? Why was Duo the last to know?
He was suddenly angry. Angry with Zechs for not telling Duo everything. Angry with Relena for making him feel like this. Angry with Heero for making him want him. For kissing him.
And just as quickly, the anger faded, leaving him drained. All he felt was a bone-deep sadness. As much as Zechs loved him and always insisted he was family, he hadn’t trusted Duo enough to tell him why he’d hired a bodyguard for him in the first place, and that cut deeper than he’d ever thought it could. He’d ask Zechs, tomorrow perhaps, and see if he’d tell him.
Duo knew how to protect himself. If anything, he’d ask Trowa to give him a couple more lessons in self-defense. He wouldn’t rely on anyone to save him, least of all Heero Yuy. Even as that thought came to him, he remembered all of Heero’s quiet strength and how safe it felt in his arms. He curled up into the couch again and began to cry silently, wrapped in the fading scent and sensation of being kissed by Heero Yuy.
back to Part One: "I Have Nothing".
back to Part Two: "Queen of the Night". back to previous chapter. on to next chapter.