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The Only One	By : MisaotheGreat Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1143 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"The Only One" continued. Here we go.

Heero arrived at the hospital just after supper-time. He grabbed something from a vendor on the street and ate it as quickly as he could. He practically ran into the hospital, wanting more than even to see Duo. After waiting for several minutes for the woman at the desk to notice him, Heero told her who he was there to see. She typed the name into the computer and read the screen for several seconds with her eyes squinted.

She looked up just as Heero was about to lose patience and said, "I'm sorry, dear. He checked out earlier this day. I can send you to his doctor, but the patient has left."

Heero thanked her and turned away from the desk. He had no idea what to do at that point, having counted on finding Duo before he left. He sat down on a chair in the lobby to think. Duo had nowhere of his own to go. He must have contacted friends for a place to stay. Heero knew he should have been first on that list. 'But you left him.' Heero almost growled at himself.

Secondly were the other Gundam pilots. The only other option Heero could think of was the girl that Duo had mentioned during the war, the one that had brought them the data disk towards the end. He thought her name was Hilde, or something like that. He decided that contactine ote other pilots would be the best place to start. He got Quatre on the vid-phone and found out where Duo was headed. He spoke to the other pilot for a moment out of courtesy but was anxious to go after his partner. He was surprised that Duo had left without telling him.

'You shouldn't be. You left him first.' Heero had some sort of gut feelihat hat Duo wouldn't be too happy with him when he found the other boy.
I got to the receiving airport not long after I left the first. I looked up the address on a map to see where it was in relation to my current position. The distance was not optimal for travel by foot; other arrangements mue mae made. Eeek, I'm starting to sound like Heero.

I was loathe to part with what money I had on hand but really needed to hire a taxi for the trip. After I got to Quatre's place I could worry about finding some of the savings I had squirreled away. I hadn't really expected to survive the war, but I did save up to buy munitions when I needed them in a pinch. I obviously didn't need those any more.

I flagged down a taxi just outside the airport grounds and gave him the address of my destination. He gave me an odd look before taking off down the road. I wasn't sure if it was because of where I was going or who I was. I wasn't really in the mood for conversation, so the trip there was made in silence. After we rode for half and hour we pulled up at Quatre's "house."

Ooooo...pretty...big...

I asked the driver how much I owed him, shocked when he just shook his head.

"Forget it, kid. You never shoulda had to do what you did. I'll always be grateful." With that, he pulled away before I could say anything.

Twice in one day I had met people who cared enough about what I did to try and help me out a little now. It seemed that fate was smiling on me today. I turned back to the housemansion and headed up the walkway to the gate. Oh no, one of those speaker boxes. I hate those things.

I timidly pressed the call button, waiting for it to blare viciously at me. Luckily it didn't; the gate slid open on its own. I strode up to the housemansion and rang the bell. Someone should have told me that Quatre liked to rob cathedral towers to get his door chimes. After the ground stopped vibrating from the resonance, a young maid opened the door with a curtsey and let me in. I felt like royalty! I juI just got to say now: nice house. There is no need to elaborate further; I couldn't do it justice.

The maid led me upstairs to the master suite, which practically took up the whole floor, and gave me a brief tour of my room. I needed it. I would probably get lost on my way to the bathroom in between the secondary walk-in closet and the private sitting room, just on the other side of the library. This was all just in Quatre's room.

She told me that Master Quatre had suggested I use his clothes and showed me the three closets they were contained in. Just before she left, Maria, whose name I found out later on, informed me that supper would be ready in an hour if that suited me. Heck, yeah.

I was serious about getting lost in this room. I would have to be careful that I didn't end up peeing on a chair in the closet if I got up at night to relieve myself.

I showered quickly, holding off on washing my hair until later. I got the privilege of digging through three closets for clothes. It's a good thing that Quatre and I were generally the same size. I found a decent white shirt and a pair of black jeans.

When I found the section of one closet completely dedicated to Trowa's clothes I couldn't stop laughing. Just for fun I held up a pair of his jeans and walked around, making funny noises and snickering about how long they were. It's a good thing no one walked in to see me with Trowa's pants pulled practically up to my armpits. Yeah, I'm short. Trowa's going to turn into the jolly green giant, I swear. He's probably gained three inches just during the war.

I changed quickly into the new clothes and found my way to the door of the bedroom. It only took me about five minutes; I took a wrong turn at the television alcove. Luckily, Maria was waiting for me just beyond the door. She must have known I never would have made it for supper otherwise. I tried to pay close attention to where I was going so I could find things again later. We passed the real library; I almost keeled over at the sight of all those books. I'd have to make a late night visit there. The small one in my room contained mostly romance novels.

For a guy who has a maze for a bedroom Quatre sure built the rest of the house simplistically. It was a straight shot down the hall to get anywhere once you got downstairs. Maria had me in the dining room without too much difficulty. She only had to pull my gaping self past two doorways holding extremely well furnished rooms. She offered to give me a tour later if I would just eat my supper now.

I sat down at the dining table, suddenly feeling quite puny. I think the mountain of food was taller than I was, though that's not saying much. Even with my hearty appetite there was no way I could eat it all, and I was forced to throw in the towel after a rather short time. I tried not to think of how lonely it was to eat alone.

Maria took me to the library at the end of our trip around the house. I felt that I could safely navigate anywhere but the bedroom. I picked up a few books of choice reading material and headed off to bed. I found that I was already tired, probably a lingering affect of my illness. After several tries I managed to find the bed and settle myself to read for awhile before sleeping. I wanted to find some pajamas to change into but didn't feel like searching for the closets.

Maria came in not too long before I was going to call it a night to inquire after my wishes for tomorrow's food. She also offered to get me anything, and I sheepishly asked for bedclothes. She brought them for me and turned down the bed, hustling me into it before leaving. I almost expected her to give me a goodnight kiss or offer to read to me. I was amazed that someone just a bit older than me could remind me of the mother I never had. I had a feeling that it would be one of my more restful nights.
I woke the next morning, feeling more rested than I had in a long time. It was nice and cozy with Heero's body next to mine, and I snuggled into that warmth. I sighed happily when his arm tightened protectively around my waist. I could feel his chin resting on my head where he was running his fingers through my hair. It was such a ect ect moment that I didn't want to spoil things. However, there was something niggling in the back of my mind. Somehow this wasn't quite right.

Heero hadn't been with me last night.

Heero's supposed to be with Relena since he left me.

From the surprise on Heero's face I'm guessing he hadn't expected me to surge out of bed at that moment. I needed to stop letting him sneak up on me like that in my sleep. Even if I hadn't been mad enough to not want him in my bed, having my cardiovascular system jump-started every morning couldn't be healthy. I needed to pee really bad and decided to address that issue first.

I discovered a new hideaway in my room. I'm sure my eyes almost popped out at the extensive collection of sex toys. Quatre and I are going to have a little talk about this.

I found Heero in the exact same spot that I had left him in, looking confused and hurt. I felt a bit of my anger dissipate at that. I knew he proy diy didn't really know what he had done, but he certainly had no right to jump in my bed. I picked a chair within a reasonable distance from him and sat down.

"First, what are you doing here? Second, how did you find me? And third, why did you leave me when I needed you?" My voice cracked on the last question, and I had to fight the rising tears. Duo Maxwell does not cry. Duo Maxwell does not cry...

I watched as guilt flooded Heero's expression. So, he had known where I was and why. That meant he had some major explaining to do. I expected a long chain of excuses, perhaps blaming Relena. I readied myself for his answer.

"I came here because I need you. Quatre told me where you were. I have no acceptable reason for abandoning you."

Heero's vowas was filled with shame. I felt so bad that I just wanted to forgive him and forget about it, but I had been hurt enough that my resolve held.

"What do you mean by no acceptable reason?" I was hoping he wouldn't make any excuses.

"My own weak will and lack of consideration for your wishes are the only answers I have."

Honesty is Heero's new middle name. It follows right after blunt.

"I-I'm...sorry..."

I couldn't believe what I was seeing as Heero's eyes shone with an unnatural glimmer. His breath hitched in his throat, causing his body to jerk and a tear to quiver. Heero was crying.

I walked over to him slowly till I stood by the bed and pulled his head against my stomach. I got the air choked out of me by Heero's arms around my torso. He began to sob, moaning unintelligible things, making a general mess of the front of my shirt. I was shocked by this outburst, never having expected to see anything like it. I tried to calm him, tell him that everything was fine, but it only made him cry harder. I tried rubbing his back like a child's to soothe him, and it seemed to work a bit until I said his name softly, causing him to start all over again.

I started to panic. This was too unreal for me.

Before I realized what had happened, I was in Heero's lap, my head tucked securely under his chin, my face pressed to his warm neck, held by his crushing grip. He started to rock me, bringing his litany of self-deprecating words to a harsh whisper. Now that his face wasn't muffled I could hear the sort of horrible things he was calling himself. There were several other phrases interspersed with the insults that were harder to pick out.

"I almost lost you. I didn't even realize what I had done till I had you in my arms again."

I tried to shift in the hold to see his face, only to be pressed harder against Heero's body. He had stopped crying and was shaking instead, having run out of the energy that had driven him. I needed to calm him down fast.

"Heero," I had to say his name several times before he was able to stop his insults to self. "Heero, I know that I almost died but-" I had to stop and try to quell the renewed storm those words evoked. "-but, I'm here. I'm alive. I don't blame you for not being there. You couldn't have really been with me anyway, since I was isolated. Heero, I was in a plastic bubble."

The choked hiccup that came from that last statement was the closest thing to a laugh I had ever gotten. It was true that I was putting my grudge aside, but I think he had suffered enough in his own misery. I finally got far enough out of his squeeze-hold to get a good look at him. He looked as if he hadn't slept in days. I gently wiped the salty tracks off his cheeks and started to pull away from him. I had to stop his panicked whimpering at my leaving the protection of his arms by taking his hand. I thought I could hear all my knuckles pop.

Heero and I were going to have a discussion about the strength he didn't realize he possessed as soon as he was emotionally stable again.

I led him into the bathroom and started the water running. I poured some bubble bath into the water and took joy at the amazement on Heero's face as the bath foamed up. It was almost as if his outer mask had broken, and the human underneath was showing through. It seemed that crying had been a good thing for him after all.

I had to struggle to get my hand free so I could get Heero's clothes off. As soon as I was bare he latched on again. It was nice to feel his skin against mine. He was being more than clingy. The water was inviting; he let me pull him into the extremely spacious tub. I settled him in a corner and floated to the other side to search for soap.

I found several bottles of soap and shampoo with conditioner. I wrinkled my nose at that, but it would have to do. There were several baskets of bath salts and lotions scattered about the vast shelf. Out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of a bin full of naughty things and had to quickly squish a mental picture of Quatre and Trowa in this tub using them. I subtly pushed it back behind some others so Heero wouldn't see it and get scared, or even forme bme bad ideas of his own. The guy was still technically a virgin, but he'd surprised me before.

Heero seemed anxious to have me back at his side again. I helped him to dunk his head in the water and lathered his hair with shampoo. Mmmm, apples. I rinsed it back out again and started to apply the washcloth to his skin. I could see just how tired he was when Heero began to drift off where he sat. I didn't bother trying to keep him awake while I finished scrubbing him down.

I started to work on myself, having gotten my body clean and moving on to my hair, when I felt other hands on my head. Heero was apparently awake again and wanted to do the honors. My hair was already down; the stinker did that while I was sleeping. He began to rub the shampoo through the whole length of it, being as gentle as possible. This reminded me so much of the similar incident several months ago in a remote cabin when Heero and I first exposed ourselves to each other. I think the moment of reminiscence was not lost on Heero. He finished his work and slid his arms around me from behind.

I turned to face him. Heero looked much better than he had, still exhausted but clean and more stable. I wondered if his sudden surfacing of emotion had anything to do with the war being over. The war was over. I hadn't even really thought about it yet. It felt as if I knew it had happened but didn't quite believe it. I hadn't killed anyone for over two weeks, and neither had Heero. No wonder we were such emotional wrecks; we were so used to holding them back so the death didn't take us with it. We're free.

I kissed him lightly before moving to get out of the tub. He followed me and grabbed some towels from a nearby rack. I wrung my hair out for several moments before moving to dry my body off, then I scrubbed my hair out with the towel. I dropped the now soaked cloth in a hamper and headed back into the bedroom. Heero came in a second later, completely dry. He stopped next to me near the bathroom door and looked around frantically.

"Where do we go? I wasn't paying attention earlier."

Score one for Quatre's room.

I chuckled lightly and headed toward where I hoped the bed was. I wasn't even going to try to look for the closets now; might as well stay naked. I had the sudden thought that some of the maids probably got lost in here and were still looking for a way out...

Speaking of maids, I wonder why Maria hasn't come to get us for breakfast yet. It's a good thing; I'd rather not go. Spending time with Heero is more important now, but it made me start to think. She had to have let him in the night before, and she wouldn't have if Quatre hadn't phoned ahead of time and told her, mostly likely giving strict orders not to tell me. I wondered what else his royal naughtiness had told her if she knew not to bother us this morning. Yes, Quatre I * I *will* have a loooong talk.

Heero was still being a bit clingy as we got to the bed. I found the comb where I had left it the night before and handed it to him. He took his time and untangled my hair. I wished again that there had been a separate bottle of conditioner in the bath. Fortunately, I had plenty of time to think while I was being pampered and decided it was time to introduce Heero to sex.

Yes, I have these sorts of startling revelations.

I thought that it was the best way to finally put his mind at ease that I was alive and with him. It was also high time that we got that serious with each other. I didn'tt tot to have any more regrets of unfinished things. I moved away from Heero apologetically and braided my wet hair. I turned to go elsewhere and said quickly, "I'm just going to get something for us to do."

He got an adorably puzzled look on his face and asked, "What?"

"I can't tell you. It's a surprise."

"But what if you get lost?" The concern was a real one.

"I'll be fine. If I can't find my way back I'll call for you."

"Are you sure you shouldn't take a rope for me to hold so you can follow it back?"

I decided not to dignify that question with a response. I headed off in search of the lovely room filled with sex toys that I'd encountered earlier. Luckily, I remembered it was across from Quatre's private library.

It was like the cave of wonders when I actually stopped to look at everything inside. He even had a wall dedicated to gay porno discs. I found what I was looking for easily and then had the difficult choice of flavor. Hmmm...raspberry...no...cherry...no...errr...vanilla. Yeah, vanilla sounded good. I picked my bottle and went off in search of Heero again.

I was getting excited at the prospect of what we were finally going to do. I found Heero fairly quickly for once; I felt I was finally getting a sense of direction in this crazy place. I know I had an extremely wicked expression as I approached the bed. I set the bottle facing away from him on the night stand to prolong the surprise. Anyone else would have probably guessed what it was, but I didn't think Heero had thought that far yet. I slid into bed next to him and pulled his body in for some deep mouth exploration. He glanced briefly down at my lap and then into my eyes, smirking slightly.

Yes, it seemed my best little buddy was out to play.

Heero tackled me to the bed, stunning me with his aggressiveness. He started to kiss my neck, stopping every so often to nuzzle my skin with his cheek. Even now he was still confirming to himself that I was alive and under him. I resolved that he definitely needed this to settle his fears.

He was resting fully against me, on his side, with his face pressed to the underside of my chin. I started to stroke his skin, beginning at his right shoulder and working down. His lips nibbled along my neck again, tasting the beat in my veins as another sign of my survival. I brushed the pads of my fingers lightly over his nipples, rubbing firmly when they hardened. He made the weirdest noise, like a whimpering grunt, before pulling himself up on his hands over me. He kissed me again before lowering himself to take one of my nipples in his mouth.

Like I said, he never ceases to amaze me. It's making me start to wonder where he learned these things...

I was groaning and wiggling underneath him. My leg brushed his erection, making him jerk. I grinned wickedly and started to rub my thigh against it on purpose. His mouth released my skin to let out a low groan. Heero pulled his body forward until his cock met mine, and he began to rock against me. This was where we had been interrupted last time.

I reached up and pulled his head down to taste his lips. He grew more aggressive and bit down on my lower lip, tugging it out before letting go. He kissed me breathless again before pressing his mouth tenderly to different spots on my face. He began to thrust harder, growing frustrated that he wasn't getting enough friction. I stilled his hips with my hand and pulled my body up from under him to reach the bottle on the table. He pulled me back down before I could and flipped me onto my stomach.

What the hell...

He started to lick at the insides of my thighs, working his way slowly upwards. He reached the area just behind my balls and concentrated the movements of his wet tongue there for a moment. Then he started moving north again.

There's no way he knows...oh, wow...

Heero slid his tongue up my butt crack, coming out the top again. He placed warm hands on my ass cheeks and pulled them lightly away from each other. From where his crotch was pressing on my leg I felt him grow harder at the sight. He continued the licking, working heavily around my entrance.

I was a moaning, whimpering mess by then, unable to do anything but cry out louder with each pass of Heero's tongue. When I felt it slip slightly inside my body I shuddered and almost screamed. He had to hold my hips still, which were trying to thrust against the bedding of their own accord. He pushed his tongue further into my hole, dragging a ragged cry from me. It was too good; I was going to die from it.

Heero kept his mouth moving actively inside me as he reached blindly for the bottle on the table. He grabbed it and pulled away to turn me over again. He squeezed some cream from the bottle and spread it over his fingers, quirking an eyebrow at me accusingly.

"Thought I wouldn't know what this was?"

My eyes widened as he sniffed the lube on his fingers.

"Mmm...vanilla. I like it."

Suddenly I felt like the virgin, not really liking the sensation. Since when did Heero have such expertise in the art of gay sex?

He let his fingers run down my crack again, pausing to circle my entrance. They pushed against the clenching muscles lightly before slipping inside. It had been a long time for but but I had always been a fast stretcher. It wasn't long before I was tugging on Heero's cock, trying to get him to put it where I wanted it. He quickly wiped some lube on himself and moved to stretch out over me. I felt his cock rub against my ass to find my hole. He started to push in.

We were both panting hard. Heero had stopped moving about an inch of the way in. I started to cry his name, begging him to fuck me. It was too much for him, too good for Heero to function rationally. With a low growl he surged forward, sinking deeply into my body. I went completely still, in too much pleasure to do anything but feel. Heero moved my legs to rest on his shoulders, more comfortable in that position. He pulled out again and thrust in deeper.

From the look of shock on his face, I suspected that Heero had never thought it would feel this nice. He needed some encouragement to gather his wits enough to move. I grinned as the tables turned and I was no longer an innocent. I used my legs for leverage and began to shove shallowly onto him. Heero picked up the pace quickly after that and bent forward to pound me into the bed.

It only took two thrusts where I cried out louder for Heero to figure out where my prostate was and aim mercilessly for it. I knew I wouldn't last long at all. I rose to meet Heero's motions several times before I released, screaming loud and long. Heero kept thrusting, grunting with each plunge, until he came, gasping my name hoarsely. We stayed suspended where we were for a moment before Heero pulled out and fell to my side limply.

He wrapped himself tightly around me. We were both still panting hard; my hair ruffled with every breath he took. I had a guess that I was going to have to get used to this position, tucked under Heero's chin and pressed against his chest. I smiled next to the skin of his neck. Heero Yuy was certainly a protective hugger. I pulled the comforter up around us and snuggled in to get a bit of sleep.
The light filtering in the window made me guess that it was probablte ate afternoon when I woke again. I wondered how Maria had known not to disturb us yet and started to question just what Quatre had told her. The little fiend.
"Maria, I don't know *how* you do these things."

The group of maids sitting in a semi-circle together was all fanning itself dramatically. One of the male staff who happened to be gay had been with them earlier but left to relieve his tension. The television to one side of the group had multiple shots of the same spot in the master suite from different camera angles. The picture on the screen of the two boys sleeping, entwined with each other, was extremely sweet.

One of the other maids spoke up. "Yes, Maria. You deserve our praise for your excellent work of rewiring the cameras."

"Well," Maria said happily, "it is just fortunate for us that Master Quatre likes to tape his excursions with his lover."

"Master Quatre and his Trowa are lovely to watch, but these two..." the young cook motioned to the screen. "I feel like we've witnessed something extra special."

"And extra hot."

The giggles of the women filled the staff room.
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AN: Wow, I have no idea what happened. This isn't at all how I envisioned this story turning out, but I hope everyone enjoys it anyways! I'm still getting used to writing boy/boy sex scenes. It's real unfamiliar territory for me. Let me know what you think!

Fuusti: A plastic bubble? What the hell are you on?!

MTG: Nothing! Why?

Fuusti: I want some! ^_^

MTG: Fuuuuustiiii... -_-

A special thanks goes out to my best friend Fuusti, who so graciously offered to type my stories from now on to motivate my lazy butt. (I had to threaten her to get her to agree, but at least she agreed to it, right?)
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