Ode to Wing

AN: This one isn't Christmas themed. Amazingly enough. It also contains one hot lemon. And it's a yaoi lemon. You've been warned. Read on and kill your neighbors teeth at your own risk. Also contains more foreign language butchery. Be advised.



The Runaround
1x2


At the end of the war and after the defeat of Marimeia, all but one of the Gundam pilots joined the Preventers.

Duo Maxwell had declined the offer given him and then disappeared. Every effort by his fellow ex-pilots to find him had failed. Duo's disappearance really had his friends stumped.

Two years passed and three of the four pilots working at Preventers had stopped searching for their friend. Only one person still searched for Duo Maxwell.

Heero Yuy was still on Duo's trail. He wasn't giving up. He was going to find Maxwell if it was the last thing he ever did.

Heero stayed late in the office once a week, using all the Preventer resources and his hacker knowledge to try and find Duo. Every week he searched, hoping for different results. And each week he was disappointed yet again. That is until he received a strange e-mail…

// Hey Lover,
Miss me? You're making me stay on alert and move about.
Having fun? Hope so. I'm not gonna give you the
runaround anymore. I'm coming for you Love. Catch me, if
you can.
-DM- //


Heero stared at the e-mail, his normally quick mind had gone entirely blank. He pulled his mind together and immediately began to hack into the e-mail's point of origin. His surprise doubled as he recognized the hotel from which the e-mail originated. “The Royale. That's just down the street from here.” He whispered aloud to himself, stunned. 'He's so close. I could run to the hotel…no. I'll call and see if they've had anyone matching Duo's description staying there. I hope he's there.' He thought as he dialed the hotel number and prayed silently to any listening god.


Duo watched Heero exit Preventer Headquarters, knowing that the 'perfect soldier' was following his trail and falling head first into his trap. A sly smile graced his pained lips and he began to follow his hunting quarry, finally ready to finish what he'd started…

//Flashback//

“I'll be back. I promise. I just need time. I can't deal with this whole peace thing. I love you, but I need to find me. I'll call you when I've found me.” Duo said, his voice soft and sad as he brushed his hand across the side of Heero's face.

Heero's stony eyes were dilated and moist with unshed tears. He nuzzled Duo's palm, holding the braided pilot's hand to his face with his own. “I understand. You know I'll search for you. Always. Please stay.” He pleaded, sliding closer to Duo.

Duo shook his head. “No. I can't. I must go. I'm not ready to settle down into peace. Not yet. I will be back.” He promised.
Heero just nodded, lightly kissing Duo's palm. He said nothing, having nothing else to say.

An immensely sad Duo, then rose and left his lover. He merely smiled sadly as he did so.


//End Flashback//


Heero thanked the desk clerk and ran up the stairs leading to the third floor of the Royale. He'd been informed that his 'brother' was in his room and had not left yet. He dropped into a sneaky crouch, creeping up on the door to Duo's hotel room. Swiftly and silently he unlocked the door, opening it, slipping inside and then closing it back. On cat quiet feet he went further into the room, searching in the semi-darkness for his Duo.

Alas, Heero found the room empty of all things but a black cap and a folded piece of paper. He unfolded the paper and read:

When the clock strikes 5:45, look behind you, to the past.
-DM-

Heero glanced at the digital clock on the dresser in front of him. It read 5:44. He counted the seconds, ears straining for the tiniest sound. He heard nothing.

At exactly 5:45 the clock chimed, it's alarm blaring. Heero jumped forward to shut it off.

Out of the shadows and behind Duo slunk, having come in as the clock went off and using the sound to cover his own noise. He clapped one hand over Heero's eyes and the other over Heero's mouth.

Immediately the ex-Wing pilot began to struggle, but was unable to dislodge his attacker.

Duo leaned his face in close to the side of Heero's head.

“Relax. It's me.” He whispered softly in the shell of the other boy's ear.

A sudden stillness overtook Heero as he reached a hand up and back to brush across Duo's face. He mumbled something against the Deathscythe pilot's hand, trying to speak to him.

Smiling deviously, the braided ex-pilot released his captive and stepped back.

Heero turned around to face Duo, his heart clenching as he gazed upon the face of the only person he truly loved. “Duo, you came back.” He whispered, resting the palm of his hand against Duo's cheek. A tear slipped down from one Prussian eye, sliding down the pale cheek of the 'perfect soldier'.

“Told you I would. I'm better now. And I never lie.” Replied Duo, leaning forward and licking the tear from Heero's cheek.

“I missed you Baka.” whispered Heero, gazing devotedly into violet orbs only inches from his own eyes.

“I missed you too.” Murmured Duo, before leaning forward again and lightly kissing Heero on the lips. He pulled back seconds later, not sure if his lover would welcome his touch or not.

Heero could read the uncertainty in Duo's eyes. Relying on his old reflexes and skills, he dove forward, catching Duo off guard, knocked the other ex-pilot over, turned in mid-air and landed on the bed, on his back with Duo lying on top of him.

Duo watched Heero's face trying to read the emotions running across it. Nervously he shifted his weight, leaning on his elbows as he wiggled. “Now what?” he queried.

“We pick up where we left off, before you gave me the runaround.” Suggested Heero, sliding his arms up around Duo's back and shoulders, pulling him closer. He pulled Duo down and planted a firm, teasing kiss on the surprised American boy's lips.

Duo surrendered completely to Heero's gentle but insistent onslaught. He wrapped his arms around Heero's neck, snuggling his body closer against his lover's.

Moaning softly, Heero slid his hands along Duo's back, under his koi's t-shirt, hands, mind and body remembering the firm muscles his fingertips ran over. He panted as his lips were released and a familiar pair lips and tongue gently assaulted his neck.

“I see you still like this.” Duo murmured, nibbling Heero's throat and drawing soft pleasured noises from his captive.

“Mmm, only when you do it. Only you.” Replied Heero, grasping Duo's t-shirt and pulling the black material over the braided boy's head. He brushed his fingers along Duo's body, rememorizing every curve and groove and remembering each change in texture from scarred flesh to unblemished flesh.

Duo ground his hips against Heero's, reveling in the pleasant feelings coursing through his body and recalling similar past sensations. Rocking onto his knees and straddling Heero, he attacked the buttons on his lover's Preventer's uniform jacket. He frowned slightly as he battled the buttons. “Suddenly, despite how sexy you look in this uniform, I'm missing your tank and shorts ensemble.” He joked as he continued his on going struggle with the buttons.

Heero chuckled and lightly pushed Duo's hands out of the way. Deftly undoing the remaining buttons, he smirked up at the mock-glaring American. “You never like to wait for anything.” He whispered, tracing his hands down Duo's bare chest.

Duo smiled and pulled Heero's jacket open. “I've waited for you. Two years.” He murmured, a solemn look in his eyes as he gazed into Heero's. He leaned down and gently kissed the other ex-pilot, conveying all the things he wanted to say and couldn't, with his gentle, insistent kiss.

Heero understood what his lover meant and wanted. Rolling Duo onto his back, he straddled the American and slid out of his jacket and t-shirt.

Duo gazed adoringly up at Heero, hands running aimlessly across the Japanese boy's chest, tracing the familiar muscle patterns. Chuckling he flicked the small silver stud stuck in the ex-Wing pilot's left nipple. “Still wearing it I see.” He said softly, playing with the stud between his fingertips.

A smile graced Heero's lips and he nodded. “Of course,” he began, holding his hand over Duo's on his chest, “You gave it to me as a gift.”

Snickering softly, Duo pulled Heero down on top of him, arms looped around the Prussian eyed boy's neck and shoulders. I need you. Koibito neru to issho ni watashi kudasai?” he queried.

Heero nodded. “Ninmu Kanryou. Seme or uke?” he replied, busy fingers undoing his belt as he watched passion filled violet orbs.

“Ukeru.” Came Duo's response as he 'helped' Heero lose his pants, boxer, shoes and socks.

Heero slid from above Duo to beside him, slipping off the other boy's clothes faster than he'd 'lost' his own. Pausing for a fleeting moment, he admired the hard planes and soft lines of his lover's body.

Quickly losing patience at having the proceedings slowed, Duo refocused his lover's attention, quick fingers teasing the other's hard length.

Moaning softly, Heero let himself fall into the feeling of Duo's hand around his hardened shaft, forming a warm tunnel of flesh surrounding the pulsing organ and caressing it. He could feel his control slipping as the American pumped him, bringing him ever closer to completion. Summoning the last of his waning will power, he stilled Duo's hand, bringing the appendage to his lips and kissing the palm.

Duo looked at Heero, almost pouting. He'd known exactly what he was doing and he wanted to continue it. But, looking into the passionate hunger burning in the Prussian eyes mere inches from his own, reminded him that there were greater pleasures to be had with his lover.

Heero released Duo's hand and turned both of them so they lay vertically with the bed, instead of horizontally across it. Then, smirking ferally, he slipped between the other boy's legs and captured the hardened length there in his mouth.

Duo moaned and thrashed his head form side to side as Heero's slowly devoured and teased his groin. He never noticed as one, then two and finally three fingers prepped him for the ultimate union with his lover. He only knew the exact second when he wanted to be completely connected to the man between his legs, sucking on his cock.

Sensing the change in Duo's demeanor, Heero eased up on the slow, maddening blowjob he'd been giving his lover and positioned himself to enter his love and complete the union between himself and Duo.

Duo moaned Heero's name, his hips arching up to welcome the hard, invading length.

Heero started a slow, gentle rhythm, but Duo wanted nothing to do with that. Taking control, he rolled them over so he was on top, with Heero buried even deeper within him. Groaning and panting with pleasure, he braced his hands on Heero's chest and began a hard, fast, demanding pace.

Heero moaned and murmured Duo's name over and over again, hips arching up to meet and then part with his lover's. Taking Duo's neglected length in his hand, he pumped the American in time with the wild thrusting of his hips.

Seconds seemed to pulse as minutes, as minutes became hours, while they approached a dual completion. As one they came, crashing over the pinnacle into the pure ecstasy of orgasm.

In the aftermath, they came slowly back to themselves, still joined together. Rolling to the side some, they snuggled together, wiping some of the essence from their lovemaking off on the comforter, before casting the bedding to the floor. Cuddling together, they crawled under the sheet and remaining blanket.

Duo rested his face in the crux of Heero's neck and shoulder. Inhaling the Wing pilot's unique scent. “Aishiteru Koibito. I will not leave you again. Ever.” He promised in a soft, sleepy voice.

“I know koi.” Replied Heero, “I know. Aishiteru Baka. Aishiteru.”

Duo smiled as he drifted off into a peaceful sleep, snuggled up against the love of his life and safe in the arms of the man who loved him.


The End