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Falling Apart	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 937 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor any of its characters. I only own the original characters. And nobody's paying me to write this.

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He was an avid reader. Not many outside of Blake knew that. He'd read everything from Romeo and Juliet to Congo to Lord of the Rings. Action, romance, thriller, classic; he didn't care as long as the plot was feasible and the story well-written. At that moment it was a line from Lord of the Rings, Fellowship of the Ring that was running through his mind. He fully understood what Bilbo Baggins meant when he said he felt like butter spread across too much bread.
He felt weak, exhausted, and wane. It was a harrowing feeling that made him want to go back a year and hunt Knight down, demanding he remove the sixth device that left him vulnerable. But a year ago he hadn't known about the device or its damning abilities. He snuggled further into Blake's arms. A year ago his biggest concern was whether Heero would ever hook up with his true love.
No, he'd never let on to Heero that he knew where the Japanese man's heart truly laid while they had their... whatever it was. They cared for each other, but neither was in love.
Duo pushed away the thoughts. He didn't want to spend what might be the last few moments of his life thinking about insubstantial moments of the past. He opened his eyes to meet deep, rich brown.
“How long before the surgery?”
“Not sure.”
He licked his lips. “Make love to me.”
Blake swallowed and tipped up Duo's chin to take his lips in a soft kiss. He pulled away. “Duo, I don't think-”
“Blake, I love you.”
Dark eyes widened and met violet. “What?”
His lips drew up in a soft smile and he raised a shaking, weak hand to the blond's cheek. “I love you.”
Blake closed his eyes. “You're playing dirty to get what you want.”
“I just... don't want to die without you knowing.”
A noise escaped Blake that was halfway between a groan and a whimper. “You're not going to die. You can't.”
“Yes, Blake, I can.”
The blond lay silently for a moment before kissing Duo again, this one far more passionate than the last as he shifted to hover over the brunette. Duo encouraged him with soft whimpers and pleas for more contact. Blake slid his hands under Duo's t-shirt and raised it up over his head, dropping kisses to the skin as it was exposed.
“No foreplay. Just take me.”
Blake looked up. “I'm in charge here.”
He raked his hands over Duo's body, trying to memorize every inch of the silky, slightly scarred skin that was stretched over taught muscles that had lost some of their firmness due to his condition. He took in every whimper and gasp, cataloging them in the recess of his mind. He trailed his eyes over his lover's body and face, burning the image into his memory.
By the time he took Duo, the braided man was practically sobbing with need. Normally at that point he would pick up the pace, but he couldn't yet. He wanted it to last. He never wanted to lose the feel of being joined to Duo in such an intimate way.
Duo's heels dug into his back. His hands clenched on his biceps. And darkened violet eyes were locked to chocolate brown. “I love you,” Duo whispered again.
Blake took his lips in a searing kiss as he picked up the pace. He moved one hand to wrap it around Duo's neglected length and stroked in time with his thrusts. He swallowed Duo's cry as he spilled his climax over his hand. The walls clenching sent Blake over the edge and he dropped his forehead to Duo's chest as they rode out their orgasm and tried to calm their erratic breathing.
Duo wrapped his arms over Blake's shoulders as slow tears began to pour, rapidly turning into a torrent. Blake pulled out tenderly and pulled Duo to his chest, running his hands over his back. Duo wouldn't express his fear of dying verbally, but his cries were enough. Blake said nothing, afraid that if he opened his mouth he'd break down, too. And Duo needed strength at the moment.
******
Sally glanced at her watch. “That's long enough surely.”
Quatre glanced toward the room where Blake and Duo were. He had been half afraid Sally would break the pair up, and had been surprised when Heero had stalled her. “Give them this moment,” he'd whispered.
She had looked from Heero to Wufei who nodded. If anyone understood how Blake and Duo felt, it was the two of them. She prayed this surgery would work. Were two miracles too much to ask for? She knocked gently on the door and Blake's voice drifted to her wearily.
“Yeah.”
“Are you ready?”
The door opened and he let her in. “Yeah, he is.” He moved back to the bed, leaned down and smoothed Duo's bangs from his forehead before kissing it. “Love you.”
He nodded. “Me too.”
Blake smiled. “See you in a few hours.”
“I hope so.”
Blake stepped out of the way as nurses came in to wheel Duo to the operating room. Quatre squeezed his shoulder. “Let's go get some coffee.”
He shook his head. “I'm going to the observation room.”
Heero put a hand on his other shoulder. “You can't. Sally doesn't want any of us watching.”
“Why not?”
“Because... it isn't going to be pretty.”
He ground his teeth. “From what I've heard Wufei's surgery was about as ugly as a surgery can get, and Duo and Quatre got to watch.”
He looked over each of their faces and the floor opened beneath him. “She doesn't think he'll make it.” Trowa looked away, Wufei dropped his eyes to the floor, Heero's jaw tightened, and Quatre's brows drew together. No one said a word. No one needed to.
He pulled from Quatre's gentle grasp and walked off. He barely saw his surroundings and he had no real destination in mind. All he could think about was Duo. Two years as partners and a few months as lovers wasn't enough. He wanted a life time to hear his laughter. To see his violet eyes sparkle with mirth. To be surrounded by the silken waves of chestnut locks. To spend hours watching pointless movies with no other purpose but to give the watcher a stomach ache from too much laughter. To hold Duo to his chest while he slept.
He didn't remember sliding down the wall to his knees or covering his sobbing face with his hands. He didn't notice the Preventers who stopped to stare at him. All he knew was, if Preventers lost one field agent today, they'd lose another tonight.
******
Sally monitored the machines, keeping careful watch over Duo's vitals as Cynthia worked several feet away on the implants. So far, everything seemed to be going according to plan. The air in the room was tense as the surgeons and nurses waited for the woman to get them working again. Minutes seemed to drag like hours, a sluggish heartbeat ticking off the seconds like a death knell.
“Cynthia? How's it coming?”
She leaned back, holding up the small plate that had been removed from the base of Duo's skull. “This one's ready.”
Sally started. “An hour and you've only got one done?”
The woman pursed her lips. “These were a little different from Chang's, I had to accommodate for the alterations. The others won't take so long.” She turned back to the table as Sally took the implant to return it to its original location, praying it would take.
******
Wufei sat wearily in the waiting room, hand held in Heero's. The Japanese man was staring at the floor, eyes lost in thought. Trowa sat across from them, wondering if Quatre had managed to find Blake. He rubbed his eyes.
“I think it would be really nice if you guys would manage to stay out of the hospital for a while after this. I don't know how much more we can take.”
Heero grunted his agreement and Wufei snorted. “It isn't like we planned for this crap to happen.” He was snippy and it had more to it than waiting anxiously to hear from Sally. He'd hardly slept the night before. Too much had happened in the last few days... months, he corrected... and along with it had come back memories that were better left buried. Not that he'd ever been quite able to bury them. But now, instead of being a distant memory that brought revulsion, it was a fresh image blaring across his mind.
He'd managed to keep from waking up screaming, but he hadn't managed to stop the mad dash to the bathroom and emptying his stomach. To add insult to injury, Heero had been right there, rubbing his back and telling him it was all right. Not that he didn't appreciate the comfort, but it make him feel childish and a weak.
Heero's hand squeezed his. “You all right?”
He took a breath and released it slowly. “Yeah. I'm just tired.”
“I'm sorry.”
He rubbed his forehead. “Not your fault.”
“Yeah it is. If I'd gotten there in time...” He trailed off at the dark look the other Asian gave him. They'd had this conversation several times and Wufei was adamant that Heero couldn't take the blame for what almost happened.
A few minutes later Quatre came in with a haggard Blake. “Have you heard anything?” Blake asked in a gravelly voice.
Heero noticed the red-rimmed eyes and slightly flushed face and couldn't fault the man. If he hadn't been so busy during Wufei's surgery he probably would have been in the same state. “Not yet, but she said it could take about five hours and it's only been,” he looked at his watch, “two. At this point, it's a good sign no one's come.”
He nodded and turned his eyes to the doors that led back to the OR. Quatre tugged his arm and sat him down before going to sit beside Trowa. He rubbed the back of his neck.
“After this is over, I say we all take a long vacation to my estate in Maui.”
Trowa nodded his agreement. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
“Think Une would agree to it?”
Heero raised a shoulder. “Well, considering you're still on leave, I'm sure you can go. Duo will need to be somewhere relaxing to recover from the surgery so I don't see her denying him that. I don't know that she'll let me, Trowa, and Blake off the hook, though.”
Quatre shook his head. “I'll talk to her. It isn't like she can't call you back if she needs you.”
They fell silent for a few moments before Wufei grunted a short laugh, drawing curious looks. “Sorry, I was just thinking about the time Duo hot-wired Une's car, took it to a body shop, and parked it back in her spot painted with big yellow daisies.”
It pulled a few chuckles from the group. “I'll never forget when he covered the door to the cubicle room with police tape and a sign that said: 'Condemned due to prolonged hours of boredom',” Blake said softly.
And so began the long process of defining the braided man's life through events that had brought them all closer together. He was a strange mixture of street-rat and scholar. He was at once wise and childlike. He kept them all on their toes and settled them when needed. He taught them how important it was to be able to laugh at yourself.
Their reminiscing came to an end a couple of hours later as Sally stepped into the room, bringing them all to their feet.
TBC....
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