Gundam Wing (Duo/Quatre)
Duo’s palm slammed up under the guards’s chin, snapping his head backwards with a sickening crack. The man’s rifle slipped free from suddenly nerveless fingers, clattering to the ground as its owner crumpled like a rag doll.
“Let’s move it!” Quatre ordered, stolen pistol held low as he led the way down the now unobstructed hallway.
Duo threw off a mock salute with his good arm. “Right away, sir.” Scooping up the fallen rifle, the braided pilot darted down the hall after his escape partner. “You think they’ve noticed we’ve gone yet?”
The sound of running feet echoed through the sterile hallway and Quatre frowned grimly. “Yes.”
Seizing Duo by the wrist, Quatre hustled them both through the nearest doorway and out of sight, just moments before an armed squadron dashed past back the way they’d come.
“Phew,” Duo sighed after the noise on the other side of the door had faded. “I think this situation has just gone from worse to fucking impossible. When we get out of here, I think I’m going to have to kill someone.”
The glance Quatre threw at him was wearily amused. “I assume you’re talking about someone specific.”
Duo’s teeth flashed in the dark as he grinned. “That’d be a pretty good assumption.” More shouts echoed in the hallway and he made a face. “Although I’m not sure just one person is gonna cut it. It’s not going to be easy getting out of here.”
Quatre grimaced. “I noticed.” He looked around the shadowy storage room they were stood in and, satisfied they were safe for the moment, slumped wearily against a stack of boxes. “So what are we going to do now?”
Letting the rifle butt drop to the floor, Duo gave a one-sided shrug. “Well, it’s pretty obvious we can’t count on anyone coming to lend us a hand. Your knight in shining Gundam is a bit preoccupied with his own mission right now, and mine doesn’t even know he’s been nominated for the job.” His expression was only the slightest bit bitter as he offered Quatre a wry smile. “So we can wait here until those goons either find us or give up, or we go cause enough havoc to make them regret inviting us for tea. And I don’t know about you, but I don’t feel like sitting in a closet for the rest of the night.”
“Fair enough.” Quatre gained his feet again, brushing sweat-slicked blond hair out of his eyes as he considered their options. “If you want to run interference, I can release Sandrock and Deathscythe from the inhibitor blocks in the hangar. Will you be alright with that arm?”
“What this?” Duo tilted his head towards where his left arm was hanging limp and useless at his side. “S’fine. Won’t slow me down enough for these boneheads to take advantage of it.” A wicked grin flickered across his face. “But if you’re offering a little bit of comfort to poor injured me I certainly won’t object.”
Quatre’s eyes widened as Duo stepped forward, tilting his head to press a light, teasing kiss against Quatre’s mouth.
“Mmm,” Duo purred as he drew back, not quite looking at his companion’s face. “Yummy. Thanks Q-man.” He made to move away but a surprisingly strong hand on the base of his neck kept him where he was. “Quatre?”
From this close, he could see the mischief shining in Quatre’s eyes as the blond tactician smiled at him. “Pretty paltry comfort, don’t you think Duo?” the blond asked ingenuously. “And since Heero’s not here to help you out, I supposed I’d better do it right.”
The hand on Duo’s neck tightened suddenly, dragging him insistently downwards. Quatre’s mouth slanted firm and warm over his own and Duo let his eyes drift shut with a contented sigh. Quatre plundered his mouth leisurely, the easy glide of lips and tongue coiling a low fire in his stomach and making him dizzy. They tangled themselves together in the dark, Duo’s good hand fisting in the front of Quatre’s shirt as gun-sure hands slid down to settle on his waist. Duo pressed Quatre back against the boxes, smiling into the kiss when Quatre’s breath stuttered ever so slightly at the contact.
They stayed like that for several long moments, enjoying the closeness, and Duo’s vision was spiked with stars by the time Quatre finally drew back with a shaky breath.
“There,” the blond declared, releasing him with an arch grin that looked only slightly breathless. “Feel better now?”
“Oh, much,” murmured Duo lazily, tongue rolling over the words like a caress. “Although a broken arm is a pretty bad injury - I might just have to ask for a little more comfort once we escape to make sure it’s all better.”
Quatre’s soft laugh rippled through the room as let go of Duo’s waist and turned towards the door. “I should be glad you didn’t get hurt any worse or we’d never get out of here,” he observed, reaching for the pistol at his side.
"Hey," Duo protested with a grin, cocking his stolen rifle rakishly over one shoulder as Quatre reached for the door-lock. "With comfort like that, who can blame me?"
~owari
“Let’s move it!” Quatre ordered, stolen pistol held low as he led the way down the now unobstructed hallway.
Duo threw off a mock salute with his good arm. “Right away, sir.” Scooping up the fallen rifle, the braided pilot darted down the hall after his escape partner. “You think they’ve noticed we’ve gone yet?”
The sound of running feet echoed through the sterile hallway and Quatre frowned grimly. “Yes.”
Seizing Duo by the wrist, Quatre hustled them both through the nearest doorway and out of sight, just moments before an armed squadron dashed past back the way they’d come.
“Phew,” Duo sighed after the noise on the other side of the door had faded. “I think this situation has just gone from worse to fucking impossible. When we get out of here, I think I’m going to have to kill someone.”
The glance Quatre threw at him was wearily amused. “I assume you’re talking about someone specific.”
Duo’s teeth flashed in the dark as he grinned. “That’d be a pretty good assumption.” More shouts echoed in the hallway and he made a face. “Although I’m not sure just one person is gonna cut it. It’s not going to be easy getting out of here.”
Quatre grimaced. “I noticed.” He looked around the shadowy storage room they were stood in and, satisfied they were safe for the moment, slumped wearily against a stack of boxes. “So what are we going to do now?”
Letting the rifle butt drop to the floor, Duo gave a one-sided shrug. “Well, it’s pretty obvious we can’t count on anyone coming to lend us a hand. Your knight in shining Gundam is a bit preoccupied with his own mission right now, and mine doesn’t even know he’s been nominated for the job.” His expression was only the slightest bit bitter as he offered Quatre a wry smile. “So we can wait here until those goons either find us or give up, or we go cause enough havoc to make them regret inviting us for tea. And I don’t know about you, but I don’t feel like sitting in a closet for the rest of the night.”
“Fair enough.” Quatre gained his feet again, brushing sweat-slicked blond hair out of his eyes as he considered their options. “If you want to run interference, I can release Sandrock and Deathscythe from the inhibitor blocks in the hangar. Will you be alright with that arm?”
“What this?” Duo tilted his head towards where his left arm was hanging limp and useless at his side. “S’fine. Won’t slow me down enough for these boneheads to take advantage of it.” A wicked grin flickered across his face. “But if you’re offering a little bit of comfort to poor injured me I certainly won’t object.”
Quatre’s eyes widened as Duo stepped forward, tilting his head to press a light, teasing kiss against Quatre’s mouth.
“Mmm,” Duo purred as he drew back, not quite looking at his companion’s face. “Yummy. Thanks Q-man.” He made to move away but a surprisingly strong hand on the base of his neck kept him where he was. “Quatre?”
From this close, he could see the mischief shining in Quatre’s eyes as the blond tactician smiled at him. “Pretty paltry comfort, don’t you think Duo?” the blond asked ingenuously. “And since Heero’s not here to help you out, I supposed I’d better do it right.”
The hand on Duo’s neck tightened suddenly, dragging him insistently downwards. Quatre’s mouth slanted firm and warm over his own and Duo let his eyes drift shut with a contented sigh. Quatre plundered his mouth leisurely, the easy glide of lips and tongue coiling a low fire in his stomach and making him dizzy. They tangled themselves together in the dark, Duo’s good hand fisting in the front of Quatre’s shirt as gun-sure hands slid down to settle on his waist. Duo pressed Quatre back against the boxes, smiling into the kiss when Quatre’s breath stuttered ever so slightly at the contact.
They stayed like that for several long moments, enjoying the closeness, and Duo’s vision was spiked with stars by the time Quatre finally drew back with a shaky breath.
“There,” the blond declared, releasing him with an arch grin that looked only slightly breathless. “Feel better now?”
“Oh, much,” murmured Duo lazily, tongue rolling over the words like a caress. “Although a broken arm is a pretty bad injury - I might just have to ask for a little more comfort once we escape to make sure it’s all better.”
Quatre’s soft laugh rippled through the room as let go of Duo’s waist and turned towards the door. “I should be glad you didn’t get hurt any worse or we’d never get out of here,” he observed, reaching for the pistol at his side.
"Hey," Duo protested with a grin, cocking his stolen rifle rakishly over one shoulder as Quatre reached for the door-lock. "With comfort like that, who can blame me?"
~owari