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Sand Castles	By : kracken Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male > Heero/Duo Views: 2255 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing and I don't make any money off of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Sand Castles
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
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- 7
"How much did this cost?" Duo wanted to know as he turned around and surveyed the long strip of white sand beach, the turquoise water, and the waving palm trees and sea oat peppered sand dunes.

Heero fumbled with a key as he balanced his duffle on one shoulder. "Nothing," he admitted as he managed the lock and then swung open the door to the sprawling beach house of white bead board, gray porches, and large windows. Dropping the duffel inside, he moved to open those windows, pushing them back so that they slid ingeniously into the walls and then folding back blue gray shutters to let in the breeze and the light. Turning around he watched Duo enter and felt suddenly nervous. "Relena gave it to me. She said that she never came here. Doesn't like the beach."

Duo grunted as if amused, and then asked,"Where's my room?" He gave the main room a sweeping look that told Heero that he was memorizing the layout like an agent on a mission.

In mine, Heero wanted to say, but he knew that it was too soon. Duo needed to relax first. He needed to stand down. He motioned to the one spare. "In there. "

Duo nodded and carried his duffel into the bedroom. He called back, "Are you really this clean, or do you have maid service?"

"Everything in it's place," Heero replied and then picked up his duffel and headed to his room. "I'm changing clothes."

"Good idea. I've been dying from the heat since we left the airport."

Heero was rarely out of swim trunks at home. Always attracted to dark colors, he had taken a perverse satisfaction in choosing every wild Hawaiian pattern he could fine. The ones he chose, this time, were red with white flowers. The shirt that he pulled on was a loose orange t that he had ripped the sleeves off of. Bare feet stayed bare as he went back into the main room.

Duo had on combat khaki shorts with too many pockets and a black tank top. His dog tags and ever present cross were still front and center on his breast. He was barefoot as well, but he looked nervous about it. His legs, Heero noticed had some thick scarring, with the worst one crossing over his left knee. It looked as if something else had burned his neck in a hand sized patch.

There was an air of daring about Duo, as if he hadn't shown that much skin in a long while, as if he had taken off armor when he knew that there was going to be a fire fight. He hadn't taken off everything, though.

"You won't need a gun," Heero promised him.

Duo stiffened and then, slowly, he reached behind him and under his tank top and pulled the small gun from his waistband. He stared at it, smoothed a hand over it, and then turned to take it back to his room. It gave Heero a moment to decide on his next words.

Duo was damaged. He might say that he trusted Heero, but he was like a wild thing, a wrong move or word ready to send him fleeing. When Duo returned, hands in pockets and eyes on the floor, Heero discarded a number of things to say from, 'You look really good in shorts.' to 'I don't remember those scars.' Avoiding anything that the man's false lover might have used to gain his confidence or saying anything that might undermine Duo's confidence in how Heero felt about him, were to be avoided.

Heero stepped forward cautiously until he was toe to toe with Duo. Very slowly, he reached out, took hold of the dog tags, and lifted them up and over Duo's head. He tossed them towards a garbage can in the small open kitchen and they went in unerringly with a clatter and clink. Duo stared after them, swallowed hard, and then gave a single nod.

"I feel..." Duo struggled for words. "I feel like I just jumped out of a jump ship, miles above the earth, and I don't have a parachute."

"I'm here to catch you," Heero promised.

Duo met his eyes. "How did you do it? You didn't have anyone."

"You know me," Heero chuckled. "I just considered it a mission."

Duo laughed lightly and then moved to look out a window. He narrowed eyes at the sun drenched rolling surf and listened to the seagulls calling. "I could get used to this."

"I'm hoping," Heero admitted.

"Une..." Duo sighed, paused for a long moment and then continued, "She practically called me a traitor when I bowed out of that mission. Peterson, though, he's an up and coming if I ever saw one. He could have made Gundam pilot, easy. He's quick, smart, and fearless."

"So was Daniels," Heero told him.

"Your replacement," Duo remembered. "He was good. I liked working with him. On that last mission that we did together, he even managed to get to the command center before me. Took out five terrorists." Duo frowned, his eyes tracking something along the beach. "Maybe we're getting old?"

Heero's eyes slid over Duo's many scars. "It's a young man's job," he agreed. "You age fast; get used up before you're thirty."

Duo grimaced. "I feel used up, now. I think I was done before you ever showed up, I just wouldn't stand down and admit it."

Heero moved to stand behind Duo. He wanted to reach out but a tension in Duo's shoulders stopped him. The light was making strands of fire in his brown, braided hair. Heero admired it and kept his hands to himself as Duo asked, "So, what do you do around here, anyway?"

Heero smiled as he looked out of the window and replied, "Swim, sunbathe, walk the beach, talk with the neighbors, read, collect shells..."

Duo turned and then seemed surprised that Heero was so close to him. He stepped away and looked at the walls of the main room. There were pictures of Heero at events, at parties, posing with friends, and a few showing him building things.

"What are these?" Duo asked as he walked up to them and looked closer.

"Community projects," Heero replied. "Down the beach there's a few parks where older people live. They can't always help themselves when things go wrong with their homes."

"That's sweet," Duo said with a grin.

Heero looked embarrassed and just shrugged.

Duo seemed hesitant and then he said in a soft voice, "You know, I always did want to... build things. Maybe, I could help out, too?"

"I'd like that," Heero replied with relief. Until that moment it had felt as if a feral cat had wandered into his home, and hadn't yet decided to stay and be tamed. "There's always work to do."

Duo took another slow walk around the main room, smiling at a large jar full of shells and a bad attempt, on one side table, to make art out of them. when Duo stopped at the small vid phone, tucked into the corner of the kitchen, behind a coffee maker, he stared at it.

"What... What if she calls?" Duo asked, and almost sounded fearful.

"I have them all blocked," Heero told him. "It will be your decision whether you want to call them or not."

Duo frowned and then nodded. He moved onto the porch and Heero followed him. Duo sat in a wooden chair and put his feet cautiously up on the porch railing. Relaxing, he stared off at the surf. Heero joined him and they listened to gulls and rolling surf for long minutes.

"I like this," Duo decided.

"I'm glad," Heero replied and put his feet up as well. Time would tell, though, if Duo would really stay.

TBC
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