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Crashing Down	By : kracken Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male > Heero/Duo Views: 2893 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Two hours late?" Duo wondered irritably as he leaned in the doorway of his home, arms crossed over his chest. "I gave up on you;decided that Une had called you in on some action."

He was wearing paper thin red spandex that left nothing to the imagination and no shirt. Gym socks and shoes looked overlarge on his feet as he paced away inside the house without waiting for Heero's response. Heero could see scars, burns, and a crudely scrawled name that he decided had been cut into Duo's left shoulder blade by an enemy. Why he hadn't removed something that crude mystified Heero.

He limped, not so much from any obvious wound on his legs but, perhaps, from torn ligaments or stressed joints. Heero considered methods of binding an enemy for long periods of time and had almost decided on a method when Duo turned with hands on hips, glaring.

"Stop it!"

Heero tensed. "Clarify."

"Stop trying to figure me out like I'm an enemy. Right now you're examining me for weaknesses, aren't you?"

"No," Heero corrected him, feeling just as irritable. "I was trying to determine the method of your incarceration."

Duo blinked, changing mental tracks. He smiled suddenly, "Experts have already written the report, Heero. Are you getting lazy in your old age by not reading them? I was hung on a bar system that let them twist and turn me in any way they liked. You just don't bounce back from that."

"I like to draw my own conclusions without prejudice interfering." The truth was far more irritating. That information had not been included in the report. Heero made a mental note to ask Une her reasons.

Duo pulled at the thin spandex as if it was binding him in a delicate area. Once it was away from his skin it was very sheer. Heero looked away and decided to study Duo's home, instead.

"I made dinner," Duo told him as he reached and took a small towel from a chair back. "It's cold, now. I was relying on your usual punctuality."

"Microwave it," Heero replied automatically as he took his own tour of dark rich leather furniture, thick, white wool throws, rich wood flooring, and a fireplace that looked well used. A door, that was huge, heavy, and made of polished wood, slid sideways on a track. It was open to reveal a large bedroom and a small library. It looked cluttered, bits of machinery, discarded guns, and various tools mixing with computers and antique books made from paper.

Duo rubbed at the back of his neck with the towel and replied, "I won't lie and say I made the stuff, but microwaving twice will make it suck."

A large picture on one wall was of a red poppy. It offset the darker furniture and the dark wood floor well. "You didn't decorate. Who owns this place?"

"Busted," Duo chuckled. "This is one of Zech's retreats. All it needs is an animal head mounted somewhere and it will completely represent his inner crazy. If it were up to me, I'd put in a machine shop, some titanium furniture that can take some shit, and a platform to land a jump ship on. Instead, I have to put up with his Highness's idea of masculine, highbrow, gay."

"You're having a relationship?" Heero turned to look at Duo, then, and wondered at the anger that boiled just under his skin at the thought of Peacecraft touching Duo.

Duo looked puzzled and then amused. "I'm house sitting, actually. He told me, takes a thief to stop thieves and that he was tired of seeing my ugly face 24/7 at Preventers when I wasn't on a mission. Of course I have to move out when he sends guests here, but that hasn't happened, yet. Maybe he's being charitable by letting me stay, but I don't want to owe him, so I just think of myself as his guard dog."

Once Duo had established that Peacecraft wasn't on the radar, Heero had ceased to listen. He knew that Duo hated silence. He would fill it with uninformative crap for hours and Heero had learned not to pay attention to it.

"This place has four bedrooms," Duo went on. "Why don't you move in, too? We can use it as a base of operations when we're in town."

"All right," Heero agreed. Duo's silence and wide eyes told him that he hadn't expected that answer.

"All right?" Duo repeated and then, a third time, "All right! You can have the bedroom down at the end of that hall. That way we have a good landing field between us and we won't bother each other. There's a door down there, as well, so you won't even have to pass me in the hall if you don't want to."

Heero replied impatiently, "I didn't agree to avoid you."

Duo understood then and his disappointment wasn't concealed well. "Back to Duo:the mission. Well, you can watch me all day and night, Yuy, but you won't find out anything a team of psyches couldn't. The people who took me captive, cleaned out my memories and left me some painful mementoes of our time together."

Heero stared. he didn't think he needed to reply to foolishness. Duo sighed when Heero didn't play his game. He waved a hand in the air dismissively as he turned and headed for his bedroom. "Go ahead and watch me, but not in the shower. I ate already and did my exercises. You can finish dinner and wait for me to come back out."

Heero nodded, once, as if he had just been given an order.

Duo looked disgusted. "Sit down for Christ's Sake! I know your knees are killing you. Stop being the Iron Man."

Heero scowled. "You've been around Ivers, again. He's annoying enough as a ground crew chief."

Duo snorted as he headed for the shower. "You should listen to him more often. he has some good advice, as well as soon good phrases."

Heero headed for the kitchen through an arched doorway of carved wood muttering about idiotic phrases from an idiotic man. He stopped when he realized that he was talking to himself in a kitchen that would have made a five star chef very happy.

The leftovers from dinner were still on the table in their foil covered cartons. They were from a steak restaurant close to Preventer headquarters. Duo's dishes were in the sink. It didn't look as if he had eaten much.

Heero couldn't help a relived sigh when he sat at the place that he assumed had been set for him and began eating. His knees were glad to get his weight off of them and his hungry stomach was glad for the food. When Heero thought about it, he realized that he had skipped lunch.

Duo re-appeared sometime during dessert. Heero pushed the raspberry creme tart aside and began stacking his dishes neatly.

"There's a maid in the morning. Might as well leave them for her," Duo told him as he leaned against the door to the kitchen and dried his long loose hair with a towel.

"A maid? She has a key?" Heero felt slight trepidation at the thought that someone could simply walk into the house.

Duo smirked. "Yes, she does, and so does the gardner, the maintenance man, and Milliardo Peacecraft. When you have money, you can't get away from having hired help. If it makes you feel any better, you can lock the door to the hallway leading to your bedroom. They don't have a key for that."

After draping the towel over his shoulders, Duo picked up a leftover fork and took Heero's desert as he sat on the edge of the dinning room table. He was wearing loose, cotton pants that looked like black pajamas, and a white tank top. His feet were bare. They were large and masculine.

Heero was having his doubts again as he struggled to stand. he tried to keep his knees moving smoothly, but it was very difficult. He could feel Duo's eyes on him as he took his dishes to the sink and left them with Duo's.

Heero would have asked a number of questions. Duo asked nothing. He did point at Heero with a fork full of dessert and said, "I promised that we could talk if you came here. I'll go first. Why were you late?"

"I wasn't," Heero replied as he leaned with his back against the sink, his arms crossed over his chest.

Duo ate a bit of dessert, swallowed, and then said, "I can't think of a reason why you would do that."

Heero lifted an eyebrow.

Duo said impatiently as if replying to a question, "You're going to make me say it? If I was planning something it would work. Spending two hours outside wouldn't reveal anything and you know it."

"I was interested in the area," Heero replied. "It didn't pertain to any activities on your part. I think you overestimate your abilities when you say that any plan of yours would work against me."

Duo picked up the empty plate, stood, and took it to the sink. Putting it on top of Heero's dishes, he asked, "So, you watched the neighborhood for two hours? I think you underestimate my abilities. I can take you."

"I was attempting to see if your kidnappers were watching you. I didn't find any signs of observation. I am well aware of your abilities and your limitations. You have never been my equal."

Duo turned to him and glared. His wet hair was falling over his shoulders and wetting the towel and his tank top. He smelled like an expensive shampoo and soap, but not shaving cream or aftershave. This close, Heero couldn't see any stubble on the man's face.

"I think I can exceed your expectations," Duo told him and then leaned in a little closer. "Want to have sex together?"

Heero did. He couldn't deny his libido the quick, hot reaction to Duo's suggestion. It had always reacted that way and he had spent a war throttling it down and telling himself that the package was exciting to his body, but the young man wasn't. Maturity and deeper insight had changed even that opinion, but Heero was still firmly in the pilot's seat.

"That's not why I'm here," Heero replied and walked away.

Duo sighed. "Sorry, but I'm not like you. I am not confused at all about being gay. I also find guys who are hard assed iron men very hot."

Heero looked over his shoulder briefly and then saw that Duo was joking, trying to lighten an awkward moment. "We never fail to disappoint," he replied and went into the living room.

Heero sat on the couch and turned on the vid news. Duo sat beside him, stretching out his legs and then looking over at Heero. "I guess that goes with the territory of who we are," he finally replied. "In case you haven't noticed, there isn't a Mr. and Mr. Maxwell living here."

"I spent two hours noticing that," Heero growled.

Duo chuckled, reached out and took hold of Heero's leg. Heero almost struck out at him in irritation, but Duo was taking his strong hands and massaging Heero's knee cap. The pure blissful feeling stayed Heero's hard blow. He let his hand fall to his lap, and, after a bit he couldn't help sliding his other leg onto the couch and allowing Duo to massage that knee as well.

"We've lived hard lives," Duo said softly. "Don't pretend that it didn't cost us something. You're having problems with your joints. Take your damned medicine for it and stop being stubborn."

It was impossible to say thank you. Heero was unreasonably angry at having been exposed as weak and damaged. He was like an alligator; dangerous until you rubbed its belly and put it to sleep. Duo had found his weak spot and Heero was powerless.

"This doesn't change anything," Heero protested like a child pouting.

"Of course not," Duo agreed in exasperation. "You'll go to your room tonight and I'll go to mine. We'll talk again in the morning... if I haven't succumbed to some sort of mental conditioning and killed you in your sleep."

"Not likely," Heero snapped back.

"The conditioning or killing you?"

Heero pushed that aside. "So you do know why Une placed us together?"

Duo smiled. "My job is infiltration. I can infiltrate my own place of work very easily."

"That's why Une is cautious," Heero replied.

"Batshit scared, you mean," Duo corrected. He shrugged, "Well, if you're certain about your abilities and mine, nobody has anything to be afraid of."

Heero could almost agree, but he hadn't lived so long by not being ready for every eventuality.

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The wide back porch of polished wood and bronzed metal hung out over a long drop down to a pristine lake. Mist covered everything, loons called to each other mournfully, and the world seemed blanketed under wet and cold. There were neighbors and a road that led to a major artery leading into the city. None of that was apparent, though, either by virtue of the fog or the early hour.

Duo sat facing the misty lake, a towel under him to soak up the dew that had collected on the chair, dressed in his boxers, socks, and a jacket, and hugging a steaming coffee cup in both hands near his lips. His eyes didn't leave the contents of his cup as Heero limped to join him.

"You probably didn't sleep well," Duo said softly. "Super soft mattress, expensive sheets, climate controlled.... You're used to sleeping on a hard board bed in the berth of a jumpship."

The mattress had been made to conform to a body and to not put pressure on it. Heero had slept better than he had in years. He didn't admit that. He simply grunted and leaned on the rail to stare out at nothing.

Duo didn't like the silence. He asked, "So, what's the torture schedule for the agents, this morning?"

"Arm strengthening exercises," Heero replied. "Building up tolerances for unpleasant situations."

"Operate under all conditions," Duo clarified. "I still think being damned sneaky trumps physical strength every time. Besides, I don't think that bunch is going to toughen up to your standards.... ever."

"I have my doubts as well," Heero agreed. "I lodged them when I was first given this assignment."

"Did you lodge a complaint about Duo watching, too?"

Heero turned and leaned his back against the rail, facing Duo. The light from the house gave the man a soft glow, and his face was hard to read. "What are your expectations?"

Duo smirked. "That's blunt. You want a mission statement?" He lowered his coffee cup and shrugged. "I don't expect anything. If you stick around and, maybe, stick it in me, once in awhile, I would be okay with that."

Heero frowned, confused, and then understood. "When this assignment is over, I will be taking missions."

Duo chuckled. "I wasn't asking you to put on an apron and be a house boy." he took another sip of coffee and revealed, "I'm not taking anymore deep missions. In fact, I think this training stint isn't too bad. It has regular hours, I get coffee when I want, and I get to be in a nice house, and on a soft bed, by the end of the day."

Heero stared at Duo as if he had just sprouted another head. Duo laughed at him.

"You're... retiring?" The word didn't sit well on Heero's tongue.

"Slowing down," Duo corrected firmly. "I'll retire in a coffin."

"This might be exactly what the enemy intended, to take you out of action," Heero pointed out.

"Crippling or killing me would have done that, too," Duo replied and his eyes went to the lifting fog and the glimmer of dawn beginning to dust the landscape with light."I have my own theory."

Heero waited for Duo to elaborate. When he remained silent, he asked, irritably,"Explain?"

"It wasn't an enemy at all."

Heero frowned. "Are you suggesting that Une..."

"Not Preventers, not Une," Duo sighed as if Heero were being slow. "Not someone wanting to take down the government or Gundam pilots."

"Revenge?" Heero wondered.

"Perversion," Duo replied. "It's the only thing that makes sense."

Heero couldn't find the reasoning and simply glared until Duo supplied it.

"I was taken down," Duo explained with some embarrassment. "I was not killed. I was... tortured."

"Not sexually," Hero reminded him.

"I wasn't raped," Duo corrected, "As far as they can determine. I was strung up, burned, beaten, and then I was rescued at an abandoned warehouse."

"Cause of amnesia?"

Duo frowned. "That's the only sticking point. If it was perversion, the guy who kept me from getting killed after being captured would have wanted to enjoy my pain, right? Drugging me enough to affect my memories doesn't fit."

Heero shook his head impatiently and pushed away from the railing. "It does if Preventers is the one who gave you the amnesia."

Heero went back into the warmth of the house, wanting coffee and breakfast. Duo followed and then leaned on the kitchen counter as Heero decided which food would give him the optimal energy for the longest period of time.

"So you're suggesting," Duo said thoughtfully as he pulled a danish from a plate of them on the counter, and bit into one. He swallowed and finished, "That Une is having you watch me in case their attempt to give me amnesia fails?"

"I'm not suggesting anything," Heero replied as he looked over a bar of protein rolled in oats. "I simply gave your theory some validity with an interjection of logic."

Duo took the oat bar away from him and handed him an apple danish. "Live a little," he grunted.

Heero put it back on the plate and tried not to enjoy the sticky sweetness he licked off of his fingers. He picked up the rolled oats again and began eating it.

"So," Duo said as he poured Heero coffee and refilled his own cup. "We have a pervert who did such terrible things to me, that Une, in her infinite compassion, made me forget about it. Compassion and Une don't go together, Heero."

Heero grunted as he swallowed his tasteless breakfast and replied, "If the torture was bad enough to mentally compromise her best agent, she might have considered it."

Duo grinned. Heero glared. "You said 'best' agent."

"One of her best agents," Heero corrected.

"I'll take what I can get," Duo chuckled.

Heero took a long drink of his coffee and then put it down. "We need to be at the training grounds soon."

Duo was looking very hard at nothing. "They might have lied about the not getting raped part."

Heero looked at Duo curiously. "If you don't remember it, I don't see how that matters. Besides, you are actively gay."

"Always Mr. Sensitivity," Duo grunted and then shrugged, "It would piss me off if someone took some freebies..." He scowled, "and it pisses me off that you don't think that people like us wouldn't mind forced dick."

"I didn't say that," Heero argued. "I was pointing out that you are not straight or someone who hasn't had frequent sex. The trauma of forced sex would be less than-"

"Now you're calling me a whore?"

Heero frowned. "I refuse to continue the conversation since I fail to understand your position or emotional status."

"I don't think I want to continue it, either," Duo grumbled as he tossed the rest of his coffee into the sink. "I forgot how much you like facts and results, without considering the emotional factors."

"Emotions are impossible to interpret," Heero agreed. "Everyone has a different level of tolerance."

"Well, I won't curl up into a ball and need therapy because of something I don't remember. We'll leave it at that."

"Agreed," Heero replied. As Duo headed for his bedroom to dress, though, he said, feeling uncharacteristically sorry, "I'll learn your parameters."

Duo looked back over his shoulder, braid swinging, and a surprised smile on his face. "Why, Heero, that's like saying you love me!"

"Fuck that!" Heero snapped back, but it was an automatic expression of annoyance. The man never took things as seriously as he should.
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