Dancing for your Love
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Gundam Wing/AC › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
24
Views:
7,132
Reviews:
72
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Turning Points, Part One
Summary: If you haven’t been reading, you’ll never know will you?
Pairings: various
Disclaimer: If I owned Gundam, I wouldn’t be doing this would I?
Warning: meh
Rating:
Dancing For Your Love
Chapter 24
He drove back towards the city, not entirely sure what had happened, his heart aching all the same.
He had a boyfriend, why couldn’t Treize understand that?
He just wanted to sleep with me after all. It doesn’t matter. I’ll never see him again anyway…
A sob left his lips.
Too bad he wanted to.
****
Duo parked the car in his previously unused parking space. He ran his cheek lovingly over the steering wheel and sighed.
“I love this car Heero…It’s amazing.”
The brunette grinned. “I love it too.”
They sat there for a moment before Duo reached behind the seats and retrieved his bag.
“Come on up.”
They left the car and took the flight of outside stairs that led to Duo’s apartment. Once inside, the long hair brunette tossed down his things and stretched, motioning to the couch.
“Have a seat. You want something to eat? I’m feeling microwavy!”
Heero gave a laugh, his body still in pain from the beating Wufei had given him. “So what does that mean?”
“That we’re having Hot Pockets!”
The blue eyed Japanese looked around the fashionably decorated apartment, feeling more comfortable here than in his own contemporary place designed by Wufei. His boyfriend liked clean lines, a lot of space. It seemed that Duo was more of a color and comfort guy.
Duo hopped out of the kitchen, pulling off his shirt. “Do you mind if I get in my pajamas?”
“It’s your house.”
The brunette gave a smile. “But I have company and I wouldn’t want my devil ducky pajama pants to make you nervous!” he laughed musically and disappeared again.
Heero relaxed on the couch, not being able to get over how good it felt, how soft the lighting was, how warm everything felt. He found himself reclining on the pillows and shutting his eyes.
A plaintive beep awakened him and he opened his eyes just in time to watch Duo fly out of the bedroom, braid trailing behind him, as he went to retrieve the food. He came back and plopped down next to Heero, turning on the tv and shoving a Hot Pocket at him.
“It’s pepperoni and it’s hot so be careful!”
He smiled, watching animated violet eyes and not the tv. “I try to do just that.”
Duo giggled at a commercial and clapped, turning out the lights. He watched the tv for a few moments then spoke.
“Who hit you Heero?”
The Asian man stared ahead, the food forgotten in his hand. “No- My boyfriend…” he said quietly.
It became oddly silent even as the show roared on. Duo put down his food and put his hand over Heero’s.
“Why? Why does he hurt you if he loves you?”
“we’re just having a bad time right now…he loves me, I know he does. It’s just a phase and when he’s done he’ll come back to me.”
Duo sighed. “He’s cheating on you?”
“With a pretty blond from your work.”
“Quatre.”
Heero stiffened. “Trowa told me but I didn’t believe it…”
“Trowa? What’s he got to do with this?”
“He’s my friend…”
They sat there more and Duo took Heero’s hand into his lap. “He can’t love you. And he sure as hell doesn’t love Quatre either. Not if he’s doing this to you.”
Heero looked at Duo. The young man was staring at him with strong, but sympathetic eyes that didn’t seem to judge at all.
“You have beautiful eyes Heero. But they’re in so much pain.”
“I don’t know why he doesn’t love me any more…”
Duo was prepared when Heero broke down and began to cry. He took the man into his arms and rubbed his back, turning off the tv and sitting in the dark with him. He whispered into his ears and nuzzled into his hair, catching hints of Jasmine and musk and something that reminded him of sterile places.
“he never loved you at all.” The braided boy glanced at the DVD player clock. It was nearly four.
“What happens if I let you leave here?”
“he said he’s going to hurt me again if I’m not there in the morning…”
“Then you won’t be there in the morning. Or ever again if I have a say.”
Heero looked up suddenly. “No! He’ll –”
Duo stopped him, pressing their foreheads together. “I’m going to save you and Cat-chan. Don’t you worry. I want you stop worrying about that bastard. He’s already left you Heero.”
“But I love him!” the man sobbed dryly.
“I know, I know…” He held him, rocking him gently as the last of his tears came, staring out of the living room window as the moon peaked through.
But sometimes you have to let them go even if you love them…
****
Quatre stood with Wufei on the street as they looked at his car. The sleepy blond was in one of Wufei’s t-shirts and a pair of briefs, his blond hair ruffled.
“Chang…baby, what happened?”
“Someone fucked up my car, that’s what happened.” The man yawned, digging his cell phone out of his pants. “Call for a rental…”
Quatre stood close to him, leaning on his, Wufei rubbing his back. “I want you to stay with me today…”
“I wish Baby.” Wufei began talking on the phone and Quatre stood with him in the cool morning.
“They’ll be here in twenty minutes. Let’s go finish eating.”
The two went back inside and sat at Quatre’s table, the blond running his thumb over his boyfriend’s hand as they sat across from each other.
“I don’t work tonight. Can you come over?”
“We’ll go to dinner.” Wufei finished his coffee and ate his eggs. “Why, you want to do something else? I’ll have to do something about my car right when I get off, so…could you get it towed for me?”
He nodded. “Yeah…” he looked at Wufei, tears in the corners of his eyes. “Wufei?”
“Hm? What’s wrong?”
“I’m in love with you.”
The raven haired man smiled, leaning across the table and taking Wufei’s hands. “That’s the idea beautiful.”
Problem is, I think I’m actually starting to like this blond fuck…
They kissed and withdrew, Quatre getting up to clear the dishes, Wufei watching the blond as he did it, making the loving lewd comment here and there.
The rental car came and Wufei departed.
The blond went over to his answering machine, face still as he pressed the messages button. Duo voice came through, pleading and cautionary.
“His boyfriend is with me right now Quatre! He’s got bruises all over his fucking body and he’s scared to go home! You think Wufei’s some knight in shining armor?! Well he isn’t! Get out before he hurts you! Get out –”
Quatre deleted the message, his lips trembling, tears streaming down his face.
I love him. I don’t care. I love him and he loves me.
“You’re just jealous Duo…you’re just jealous…” he sniffled then began to laugh, softly at first, then louder and louder under he fell to his knees screaming and fisting his hair.
“He LOVES me!” he yanked out the answering machine and threw it against the wall, destroying it.
You’re just jealous Duo…just jealous.
****
*I’m back. I apologize deeply for leaving for so long and completing nine other fics. I will do better to update in the future and yes the end of this fic is in sight!
*Please, review if you still care. I’m so sorry!
*Schwarzwald is a bad author, I know! ;_;
Pairings: various
Disclaimer: If I owned Gundam, I wouldn’t be doing this would I?
Warning: meh
Rating:
Dancing For Your Love
Chapter 24
He drove back towards the city, not entirely sure what had happened, his heart aching all the same.
He had a boyfriend, why couldn’t Treize understand that?
He just wanted to sleep with me after all. It doesn’t matter. I’ll never see him again anyway…
A sob left his lips.
Too bad he wanted to.
****
Duo parked the car in his previously unused parking space. He ran his cheek lovingly over the steering wheel and sighed.
“I love this car Heero…It’s amazing.”
The brunette grinned. “I love it too.”
They sat there for a moment before Duo reached behind the seats and retrieved his bag.
“Come on up.”
They left the car and took the flight of outside stairs that led to Duo’s apartment. Once inside, the long hair brunette tossed down his things and stretched, motioning to the couch.
“Have a seat. You want something to eat? I’m feeling microwavy!”
Heero gave a laugh, his body still in pain from the beating Wufei had given him. “So what does that mean?”
“That we’re having Hot Pockets!”
The blue eyed Japanese looked around the fashionably decorated apartment, feeling more comfortable here than in his own contemporary place designed by Wufei. His boyfriend liked clean lines, a lot of space. It seemed that Duo was more of a color and comfort guy.
Duo hopped out of the kitchen, pulling off his shirt. “Do you mind if I get in my pajamas?”
“It’s your house.”
The brunette gave a smile. “But I have company and I wouldn’t want my devil ducky pajama pants to make you nervous!” he laughed musically and disappeared again.
Heero relaxed on the couch, not being able to get over how good it felt, how soft the lighting was, how warm everything felt. He found himself reclining on the pillows and shutting his eyes.
A plaintive beep awakened him and he opened his eyes just in time to watch Duo fly out of the bedroom, braid trailing behind him, as he went to retrieve the food. He came back and plopped down next to Heero, turning on the tv and shoving a Hot Pocket at him.
“It’s pepperoni and it’s hot so be careful!”
He smiled, watching animated violet eyes and not the tv. “I try to do just that.”
Duo giggled at a commercial and clapped, turning out the lights. He watched the tv for a few moments then spoke.
“Who hit you Heero?”
The Asian man stared ahead, the food forgotten in his hand. “No- My boyfriend…” he said quietly.
It became oddly silent even as the show roared on. Duo put down his food and put his hand over Heero’s.
“Why? Why does he hurt you if he loves you?”
“we’re just having a bad time right now…he loves me, I know he does. It’s just a phase and when he’s done he’ll come back to me.”
Duo sighed. “He’s cheating on you?”
“With a pretty blond from your work.”
“Quatre.”
Heero stiffened. “Trowa told me but I didn’t believe it…”
“Trowa? What’s he got to do with this?”
“He’s my friend…”
They sat there more and Duo took Heero’s hand into his lap. “He can’t love you. And he sure as hell doesn’t love Quatre either. Not if he’s doing this to you.”
Heero looked at Duo. The young man was staring at him with strong, but sympathetic eyes that didn’t seem to judge at all.
“You have beautiful eyes Heero. But they’re in so much pain.”
“I don’t know why he doesn’t love me any more…”
Duo was prepared when Heero broke down and began to cry. He took the man into his arms and rubbed his back, turning off the tv and sitting in the dark with him. He whispered into his ears and nuzzled into his hair, catching hints of Jasmine and musk and something that reminded him of sterile places.
“he never loved you at all.” The braided boy glanced at the DVD player clock. It was nearly four.
“What happens if I let you leave here?”
“he said he’s going to hurt me again if I’m not there in the morning…”
“Then you won’t be there in the morning. Or ever again if I have a say.”
Heero looked up suddenly. “No! He’ll –”
Duo stopped him, pressing their foreheads together. “I’m going to save you and Cat-chan. Don’t you worry. I want you stop worrying about that bastard. He’s already left you Heero.”
“But I love him!” the man sobbed dryly.
“I know, I know…” He held him, rocking him gently as the last of his tears came, staring out of the living room window as the moon peaked through.
But sometimes you have to let them go even if you love them…
****
Quatre stood with Wufei on the street as they looked at his car. The sleepy blond was in one of Wufei’s t-shirts and a pair of briefs, his blond hair ruffled.
“Chang…baby, what happened?”
“Someone fucked up my car, that’s what happened.” The man yawned, digging his cell phone out of his pants. “Call for a rental…”
Quatre stood close to him, leaning on his, Wufei rubbing his back. “I want you to stay with me today…”
“I wish Baby.” Wufei began talking on the phone and Quatre stood with him in the cool morning.
“They’ll be here in twenty minutes. Let’s go finish eating.”
The two went back inside and sat at Quatre’s table, the blond running his thumb over his boyfriend’s hand as they sat across from each other.
“I don’t work tonight. Can you come over?”
“We’ll go to dinner.” Wufei finished his coffee and ate his eggs. “Why, you want to do something else? I’ll have to do something about my car right when I get off, so…could you get it towed for me?”
He nodded. “Yeah…” he looked at Wufei, tears in the corners of his eyes. “Wufei?”
“Hm? What’s wrong?”
“I’m in love with you.”
The raven haired man smiled, leaning across the table and taking Wufei’s hands. “That’s the idea beautiful.”
Problem is, I think I’m actually starting to like this blond fuck…
They kissed and withdrew, Quatre getting up to clear the dishes, Wufei watching the blond as he did it, making the loving lewd comment here and there.
The rental car came and Wufei departed.
The blond went over to his answering machine, face still as he pressed the messages button. Duo voice came through, pleading and cautionary.
“His boyfriend is with me right now Quatre! He’s got bruises all over his fucking body and he’s scared to go home! You think Wufei’s some knight in shining armor?! Well he isn’t! Get out before he hurts you! Get out –”
Quatre deleted the message, his lips trembling, tears streaming down his face.
I love him. I don’t care. I love him and he loves me.
“You’re just jealous Duo…you’re just jealous…” he sniffled then began to laugh, softly at first, then louder and louder under he fell to his knees screaming and fisting his hair.
“He LOVES me!” he yanked out the answering machine and threw it against the wall, destroying it.
You’re just jealous Duo…just jealous.
****
*I’m back. I apologize deeply for leaving for so long and completing nine other fics. I will do better to update in the future and yes the end of this fic is in sight!
*Please, review if you still care. I’m so sorry!
*Schwarzwald is a bad author, I know! ;_;