Variable XY: Will You Stand Alone?
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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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2
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836
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Variable XY: Will You Stand Alone?
Disclaimer: No, the G-boys don’t belong to me. (~*~much sadness~*~)
Author: Tipsy-Chan
Archive: sure, just ask me first
Pairing: Major 1x2, slight mentions of 3x4 and 5xS, mentions of past 1xR.
Warnings: YAOI (as in boy-on-boy descriptive sex)! Unrequited 1x2, rough sex, mentions of past abuse/noncom, fluff and teenage hormones.
Another day, another mission. That was the flow of things in war and Duo Maxwell had grown used to it. He revved the old Harley a little harder. These mountain trails were a bitch. But they were hardly traveled anymore and led away from the main highway, cities, and what-not. They would actually be staying in a safe house he could deem some-what safe. Safe, that is, except for his room mate; Mr. anal-retentive perfect solider. In Duo’s honest opinion, the Japanese boy should have carried a sign that said “I’m in a no-touch-me zone. Back away now!” But no, he’d rather just threaten to kill you, as Duo had learned quickly.
So it was official, this mission was gonna be hell. They were to spend three and a half weeks just lying low, till things cooled down. This translated out to, hack a bunch of shit and don’t do anything stupid. That, Duo could manage. But spending three and a half weeks with the man of his wet dreams, who had made it perfectly apparent that he didn’t ‘particularly’ like the braided boy, was almost more then he could handle. The thought of having to look and hear and smell him every day but never being able to touch him was nearly too much. So he would put on the happy face, and go back to being happy-go-lucky Duo Maxwell.
He stopped in front of a tiny, slightly rundown cabin that had been strategically placed in the middle of a pine forest. It had at on time been an old hunting cabin, but after the owner died it had been left to rot. Duo parked the black Harley in back, covering it with the bike tarp he found there. Swinging the large duffle over his shoulder he went inside.
That’s when he started in.
“Your late,” came Heero Yuy’s cold monotone voice from his spot a the kitchen table. He never looked up from his laptop, just kept typing as Duo walked through the back door.
“Sorry, saw a trooper on my way up here, and had slow down. The last thing we need is to get caught up here with no back up.” Duo answered sheepishly, as he removed his leather jacket and his sunglasses.
“Don’t let it happen again.”
“I won’t,” Duo assured him, his voice sounding unusually small.
He trudged slowly upstairs, throwing his duffle into the first empty room he found and slammed the door. He then went to the closet finding several old quilts and pillows that didn’t show any forms of inhabitancy and made up the tiny twin bed. Then he promptly collapsed upon it. It was a small bed, true, but it was soft and warm. Duo briefly wondered if you could fit two teenage bodies into this little bed.
‘Whoa, there Duo,’ he told himself, ‘Think…don’t imagine. You ain’t got a chance so pretend you do. Hoping just makes the let-down hurt worse’
Yeah…this was gonna be hell.
Author: Tipsy-Chan
Archive: sure, just ask me first
Pairing: Major 1x2, slight mentions of 3x4 and 5xS, mentions of past 1xR.
Warnings: YAOI (as in boy-on-boy descriptive sex)! Unrequited 1x2, rough sex, mentions of past abuse/noncom, fluff and teenage hormones.
Another day, another mission. That was the flow of things in war and Duo Maxwell had grown used to it. He revved the old Harley a little harder. These mountain trails were a bitch. But they were hardly traveled anymore and led away from the main highway, cities, and what-not. They would actually be staying in a safe house he could deem some-what safe. Safe, that is, except for his room mate; Mr. anal-retentive perfect solider. In Duo’s honest opinion, the Japanese boy should have carried a sign that said “I’m in a no-touch-me zone. Back away now!” But no, he’d rather just threaten to kill you, as Duo had learned quickly.
So it was official, this mission was gonna be hell. They were to spend three and a half weeks just lying low, till things cooled down. This translated out to, hack a bunch of shit and don’t do anything stupid. That, Duo could manage. But spending three and a half weeks with the man of his wet dreams, who had made it perfectly apparent that he didn’t ‘particularly’ like the braided boy, was almost more then he could handle. The thought of having to look and hear and smell him every day but never being able to touch him was nearly too much. So he would put on the happy face, and go back to being happy-go-lucky Duo Maxwell.
He stopped in front of a tiny, slightly rundown cabin that had been strategically placed in the middle of a pine forest. It had at on time been an old hunting cabin, but after the owner died it had been left to rot. Duo parked the black Harley in back, covering it with the bike tarp he found there. Swinging the large duffle over his shoulder he went inside.
That’s when he started in.
“Your late,” came Heero Yuy’s cold monotone voice from his spot a the kitchen table. He never looked up from his laptop, just kept typing as Duo walked through the back door.
“Sorry, saw a trooper on my way up here, and had slow down. The last thing we need is to get caught up here with no back up.” Duo answered sheepishly, as he removed his leather jacket and his sunglasses.
“Don’t let it happen again.”
“I won’t,” Duo assured him, his voice sounding unusually small.
He trudged slowly upstairs, throwing his duffle into the first empty room he found and slammed the door. He then went to the closet finding several old quilts and pillows that didn’t show any forms of inhabitancy and made up the tiny twin bed. Then he promptly collapsed upon it. It was a small bed, true, but it was soft and warm. Duo briefly wondered if you could fit two teenage bodies into this little bed.
‘Whoa, there Duo,’ he told himself, ‘Think…don’t imagine. You ain’t got a chance so pretend you do. Hoping just makes the let-down hurt worse’
Yeah…this was gonna be hell.