Genre: Er...one shot? Humour, touch of angst I suppose.
Rated: R, for suggestiveness more than actual graphic humping
Warnings: Bitchy Relena...and frayed nerves. That's all I can think of.
Feedback: Please! Particularly what you like/don't like about the fic.
Disclaimer:Gundam Wing belongs to its owners (Bandai, Sunset, and a whole
host of others, none of which are me) and I'm not making any money off
of them. Not a single peanut.
AN: This fic is a gift for - and inspired by - Dacia, from Raygun/Little
Piece of GW, who's just come back online after moving. Welcome back!
Anger flared, words flew like
punches. Both men could kill with their bare hands, so better words than
fists, but that didn't make the confrontation any less tense, or painful.
"I'm warning you, Yuy..." Duo's words were soft and menacing. "Don't do
this." He held Jerry to him gently, protecting him with his body. If that
were possible against a provoked Heero Yuy.
"Maxwell..." The eyes gleamed - oh, Heero had gotten the hang of emotions
now. It had taken him a few years and an instruction manual, but he'd
gotten it. Duo felt a shudder go through him.
"No. Me and Jerry - we're an item! Get used to it! You touch him again,
Yuy, and I'll kick your ass!"
There was a terrible silence. The gauntlet lay between them. Duo's arms
tightened protectively around Jerry.
"Duo!" Oops. He was saying 'Duo' in that tired, exasperated way that made
Duo's proud name just become 'Oh, duh!' in reverse. "Duo, do you have
to be so dramatic about everything? What possible use could we have for
a small, stuffed reptile!"
"He's an alligator, not a reptile, and he's Jerry!" Duo shot back. Jerry's
stuffing creaked in his arms and he released his hold a little bit. "And
"He's important to me, Yuy! Where Jerry goes, I go!"
"I was about to put him in the dumpster."
"Fine! Won't be the first time I've lived in one!"
That had been low; he saw Heero flinch and lose some of his anger - which
had been the point but Duo still felt low. So far the fight had been more
stress relief than anything, but now he really felt like he'd landed a
punch, and his boyfriend had been on the receiving end. Duo didn't particularly
mind his background, but he knew that Heero - who had enough of his own
childhood demons to give a psychiatrist the screaming wiggins - had been
horrified at what Duo had told him of L2, and tried hard not to remind
him of it.
Heero was silent for a few seconds. The words kept running around Duo's
head - I'm sorry, we're both tired, let's just forget it, you're right,
I can throw it away - but he said nothing.
"Very well. Pack it in the odds and ends crate." Heero probably hadn't
meant to stress the 'odds' part of that sentence; he was still pretty
new to humour, it kind of snuck up on him. Duo wished he could laugh.
He felt empty as he packed Jerry away.
Tired. They'd been packing up Duo's things for the last twelve hours.
The physical exhaustion wasn't too much of a problem, not for Gundam pilots.
But they were on the washed-out edge of an emotional flash flood, and
really in no mood for the extremely disrupting and disturbing experience
that was moving off-planet.
Fuck Relena...the words were just tired now, they had lost their venom
hours ago. That she'd had her lovely little heart set on Heero - fine.
Hey, Duo loved the guy too, he could relate! That she'd waited five, long,
frustrating years for him to slowly thaw - been there, done that too,
sweetheart! He'd grant her that it must have been upsetting, walking into
Heero's bedroom - stupid to have forgotten she had a spare key - to find
her unrequited love with his face in the pillow and Duo above him and,
well, in him, just at that interesting point when you finished sliding
fully in, that lovely little moment of stillness before the ache of desire
and the heat and pressure just drove you to- packing Jerry, concentrate
on packing Jerry. No time for a hard-on right now.
Unfortunately - in Duo's point of view - the shock hadn't killed her.
It had made her vindictive though. Twenty four hours later, Duo had found
himself with a form from his boss saying that his skills as a Preventer
were no longer needed in Sanq, he was to report for duty tomorrow in L3,
where he'd be posted 'for the foreseeable future'. Wow, how did that happen?
Then Yuy had apparently ended up in front of Relena; she sat behind her
desk, and gave him the old 'him or me' option. Well, that didn't take
long to answer, now, did it. Twenty minutes later, Heero was in front
of his palace-appointed apartment with orders to remove himself from the
premises ASAP. Heero had shown up with a moving truck in front of his
lover's house just as Duo was ranting about all this to Wufei over the
phone. Heero had come in, said he was all packed and ready to leave; did
Duo want to move in with him on L3 - yes or no? It was about as romantic
as a census. Duo had just stood there - phone in one hand, jaw in the
other - until Wufei had shouted at him over the line to say Yes already
and start talking details; Earth to Colony calls were expensive and apparently
Duo had now even more work for Wufei to do and details to sort out.
Wufei was coming through like a true friend - insuring Heero would have
a job on L3 with the Preventers, and that Duo had a bit more time than
one measly day to get there. He was also getting them a place to stay.
The truck was outside, crates had been purchased, The Packing had begun
and Duo was just about to shoot himself, Heero and probably Jerry as well
- and not forgetting Relena - if it would just end his misery.
The furniture had to go - the skip outside was already half full. Colony
transports were expensive. Wufei had used the G-grapevine, and a Winner
Cargo Haulage ship was all ready to take them and their things to L3 without
too much fuss, but only the contents of the one container. Duo, running
around like a cat with its tail on fire, glanced out the window a few
times. Each time, the small truck looked smaller and smaller and the amount
of things he wanted to take was getting bigger and bigger.
They'd worked through the night, throwing out what had to be, stacking
the salvageable for the local charity shops. And sorting through Duo's
things. They'd taken a break at around three in the morning. Heero finally
removed his dress pants and rumpled shirt - with some relish, as he realized
he'd never had to wear them again. He took a shower while Duo made them
a snack. Jeans and a sweatshirt were produced from one of two duffel bags
Heero had brought in from the truck; one had his spare clothing and the
other -from the clunk when he'd put it down - his weaponry. Organized,
even in the midst of all this chaos. And armed to the teeth even in peacetime,
but then that was just Heero.
Duo remembered eating a snack at four in the morning - five hours ago
- staring at each other over the counter and grinning timorously as they
realized that they were doing it, breaking free of the obligations they
had here, moving in together, they were going to actually live as a couple...it
had been like a three week honeymoon, all rolled up into ten minutes and
two ham sandwiches. Then it was back to work again. Duo packing the crates
and Heero, with his overbearing strength, taking them out to the truck.
Five years they'd been in Sanq. Duo had ended up here after a few months
working for Hilde, when he realized that he missed his friends - particularly
Heero - and that pretending that it wasn't so was stupid. You couldn't
sweep all they'd been through together under the rug and forget about
"What..." Heero didn't even finish the question, just stared at the object
in his hand.
"It's a plasma lamp. It's an antique." Duo could already hear himself
growing defensive. He stared at the thing, exhausted. No. If Heero wanted
to throw that away...Duo just wouldn't have the moral or mental strength
He'd have to rely on his stubborn bloody-mindedness instead.
"Duo...why do you have so much-...stuff?" Heero had been about to say
junk, Duo just knew it, but even the perfect soldier knew the better part
"I just do," Duo muttered, taking the lamp from Heero and putting it away
in one of the numerous 'Odds and ends' boxes. Heero, with the soldier's
usual attention to details, had been carefully writing the contents on
the boxes, with a big 'Duo' underlined on each lid as he closed them.
Duo was perfectly ready to admit that, when it came to shopping, he had
the restraint, common sense and forbearance of a stunned magpie. He was
ready to admit it to himself. Not to Heero though.
He glared at the next object in Heero's hands. Okay, so maybe a twenty-two-year-old
hard-assed Preventer looked a bit silly, assembling spaceship models,
Duo found himself muttering: "Having money to buy things...and a place
to put them...it's kinda..."
Heero didn't say anything. This time, Duo wasn't trying to manipulate
him into keeping his collection of Leo reproductions, or Jerry. Over the
hours, as tempers shortened and the reality of the situation set in, Duo
had run out of defences and reasons to use them. This was...Heero. They'd
not been lovers for that long - three months and counting, baby! - but
in a way, they had been since they met, since they realized that, despite
outward differences, they shared more between the two of them then any
other person on earth and in space, bar three others. And they trusted
each other. Trust...Duo had thought he'd buried that - along with friendship,
affection, love - a long time ago. He trusted Heero with these kinds of
things, the weaknesses and desires he normally hid from others lest they
be exploited. He trusted Heero to help him pack all his stuff; to show
Heero what was the froth he'd acquired and could shed, and what was the
core, the illustration of what made Duo Maxwell tick.
That didn't mean it was easy. I run and hide, that motto was more than
skin deep. He felt strangely violated every time Heero opened a cupboard.
And then, asking him to choose...Duo tended to run and hide from himself
too. For example, he never thought about all this 'trust' shit, and 'illustrations
of what made him tick' nonsense! Goddamn, moving was a pain in the ass.
You had to strip yourself down to the bare bones and Duo had spent a lot
of time padding himself up.
He shook himself, and realized Heero was putting the models away carefully
"You can toss those. They're a dime a dozen in most stores," he said brusquely.
"That's okay, they're light, and they don't take up that much room." Heero
carefully covered a Mars Cargo Ship with bubble wrap.
"Don't patronize me, Yuy!" Duo snapped, whatever restraint he had with
his boyfriend long eroded by fatigue, too many decisions, and the slight
panic of so much change right at his doorstep.
"You don't want them?"
Duo grabbed his braid and gave it a yank, as if forcefully turning his
own head to look at Heero. Who was kneeling next to the crate,
examining the Space Pirate Spinet with something like...oh, he was hard
to read, even now, but Duo knew him well. Heero was...intrigued. And...well-...Duo
wasn't great at all this emotional shit either, but it was just obvious
from the way Heero was holding the model and tilting it back and forth,
catching the details of Duo's paintwork, that he'd never held a toy before,
bar that stupid teddy bear he'd given Relena.
"Well, if there's room..." Duo found himself muttering. "I spent a lot
of time on them. Some of them aren't even finished." There was the slightest
question there. Maybe they could...yeah, he could see himself and Heero
working on those together. In their house. Where they would be both living.
Together. In the same rooms. Sharing the same bed. Hot damn...
One thing was certain. If an Oz squadron fully suited up came bursting
into his house right now, Duo would fight them to the death with his bare
hands to avoid them taking away his models, or the slightly wistful smile
that had ghosted over Heero's face for a second as he packed the Sweeper
Too bad he hadn't felt the same crush over Jerry. But then, you had to
have been there. You had to have been in that souk; the treasures of the
orient had been spread before them, and the war just behind them, and
Duo had realized he had a future, one that wasn't centered around fighting
anymore. He was eyeing greedily things an L2 orphan had never possessed.
You had to be Duo to know about the slight...prickle that Quatre's knowing
look had sparked - too understanding but not understanding enough. Blondie's
generous gesture - "Let's get a souvenir! Tell you what. Choose anything
here, anything at all, I'll have it sent with you when you leave for L2!
A parting gift." He'd been looking at the sparkly, shining things. Duo
had never had a sparkly, shining thing. Everything in L2 was eroded and
dull. He'd had a big, violent thing though - his buddy, Deathscythe, more
than enough to make up for a life-time of Christmases.
You had to be the street rat who'd become the God of Death to understand
why he turned away from those sparkly, shining things he'd been eyeing
so greedily, to point to a five-cred tourist piece hanging from the shop's
rafter and say: "I'll take that! I think I'll call it Jerry!"
Jerry wasn't just a stuffed alligator. He was the look on Quatre's face
as he realized Duo couldn't be tamed, not even by his own wants or origins.
"Well, that's the attic done-" he realised he was talking to himself.
Heero had taken the crate out to the van, after carefully writing 'Duo',
underlined, and Odds and Ends underneath it on the lid. Duo suspiciously
stuck a nose out of the window, to make sure that crate, containing Jerry,
ended up in the truck and not the skip. Heero disappeared into the truck,
and then came out empty-handed pretty damn quickly; the small moving truck
was already more than three quarters full, Duo guessed. He turned and
looked around him; there was still the spare room and the basement to
do. A soundless screech twisted his lips.
"Heero...just how good is Relena's security now that you're gone?"
"Baka. Come on, we need to be gone in twelve hours."
"All my children will be called Wufei!" Duo generously announced.
"Since you're gay, I feel quite safe that I won't have any of your brats
named after me," Wufei calmly replied. "Here, this is the key to the back
door, front door, mailbox, this is the garage opener and this is my phone
number while I'm here."
"Thank you for coming in person," Heero told him, sincerely.
"Yuy, Une herself would have been here to lay out the welcome mat if she
could, now that you've agreed to work for us. Besides..." the old Wufei
wouldn't have added that small word, indicating that he'd have done all
this and more even if he wasn't a Preventer; just because he was a friend.
The old Wufei would have killed Duo for the enthusiastic hug that followed,
so it was a good thing they'd all matured a bit.
"Get off, Maxwell! I expect you at the office the day after tomorrow,
both of you. But...I'll be by tomorrow afternoon. I've visited this colony
a few times, I know some of the nicer places, I'll show you around."
"Thanks, Wufei." Duo grinned, and then collapsed into Heero's arms as
the door closed behind their friend. "God, I'm dead. When do we have to
bring back the truck?"
"Tomorrow afternoon and we are not unpacking before we have a good eight
hours sleep," Heero said severely, then swung Duo up into his arms - the
latter only protesting mildly through his exhaustion - and carried him
to the bedroom of the bungalow. It wasn't the kind of house Duo would
have chosen - not much room to put things - but it would do. It'd better,
because Duo was never moving ever again. He'd still be here at the age
of eighty nine, hopefully in bed with Heero, and dozens of cats, since
that's what old people seemed to collect.
"You're talking nonsense again," Heero informed him as he threw him down
on the bed - another huge advantage of the place was that it was partially
furnished. Bless Wufei! Duo was definitely going to have to have children
just so he could call a couple of them 'Wufei'.
"And how were you planning on doing that?" Heero inquired, taking his
shoes off, then slipping Duo's boots off as well.
"Find myself a nice L3 babe and have a litter of twelve, of course!"
"Uh-huh. And where do I figure in all that?"
"You're the guy who's going to have to fuck me into the mattress to make
me forget about that clever plan!"
"You tired, Yuy?" Duo slowly raised himself onto his elbows, and twisted
his body seductively against the sheets that someone - who was a good
deal less stand-offish and grouchy than he had been during the war - had
thoughtfully put on the bed. No covers, but then again, this was Wufei
they were talking about. He probably didn't want to look like he was getting
soft, either. Might as well expect pillow-mints and a doily.
"Well..." Heero stretched, slowly. Back muscles curved and writhed beneath
his sweatshirt. "Three days ago, you were plugging away at my ass, and
Relena was screaming like an air-raid siren -"
"I did kinda stop when she started screaming, you know."
"We've slept three hours on the shuttle over here, and the rest of the
time has been spent organizing the move, stopping our respective rents
and bills, setting up forwarding addresses, warning the guys, sorting
through and packing your stuff, carting away junk, saying goodbye, flying
out into space..." Heero turned and crawled up the length of the bed,
lithe and powerful. "Driving the van through the colony peak hour traffic,
fending off Wufei's well-meaning comments about Relena-...I don't know..."
Heero was on all fours over Duo. "I thought you might be a bit tired."
His voice was serious, concerned. The little smile hovering over his lips
was not. It looked like Jerry's.
"That's fighting talk, Yuy..." Duo murmured, sliding his arms around the
"You gonna do anything about it, Maxwell?"
It should have been a glorious honey-moon fuck, baptizing the house and
all. But it lasted fifteen minutes and ended in a fit of hysterical laughter
when Duo's legs gave out just as Heero was coming inside him, and everything
ended up in a sticky, tangled muddle in the sheets poor Wufei had so carefully
laid out so they could have a good night's sleep on arrival. Duo curled
up in the mess, still chuckling, against Heero's warm chest, listening
to the thump of his heart and letting his fingers play over his small
smile. There wouldn't be any getting up early tomorrow to get dressed
in last night's clothes and return to an empty house before work. No more
empty houses...hell, Duo didn't even feel the need to bring in his stuff.
Well, maybe just a little bit - it felt weird to go to sleep without the
Gundam action figures lined up on a dresser protecting his sleep, or his
CDs playing, or his favourite pillow beneath him, or the earth-and-Lagrange-point
model hanging from the ceiling...
He'd get it all in tomorrow - probably after more negotiations and lost
tempers with Heero - but for now...he nestled against his lover and went
Moving in wasn't as hard as moving out. He'd been pared down to the bone;
he could fit into a mouse hole by now, Duo thought moodily. Still tired.
Still soul-worn, from digging up five years worth of roots. He'd never
had many roots before - and those he'd had had been torn out and left
him raw and bleeding. He never realized how painful it was, even if you
extricated yourself gently, and went on to something better. He'd miss
the little deli where he bought takeout and where Mrs Azamar treated him
like her long-lost son, after so many visits. He'd miss the office where
he'd made friends - they were probably having his going away party right
about now. Fuck Relena. Hey, the venom was back! Good, he was recovering.
He'd miss his neighbours, the Ingrams and their kids. Even the bratty
one, Jason. He'd miss the local cinema, where he'd hang out with his mates
on Saturday, before going to the bar and shooting pool. He'd miss the
pool hall; hell, he'd not had time to say goodbye, they'd think he'd died
He'd miss that little cranny in the park near the bridge where he kissed
Heero for the first time.
He'd miss his doctor, good ol' Molstein, who assured him that Heero's
instinctive punch hadn't in fact broken his jaw, and that a bit less talking
for a couple of days would do him good anyway.
He'd miss the small restaurant where Heero - pale, nervous, obviously
worn down to the bone with emotions he wasn't used to - had taken him
two months later, to make up, or so Duo had thought at the time.
He'd miss those quaint little Sanq alleyways they'd wandered through afterwards,
where Duo had told himself he could do this, he could bury his feelings
for Heero, because he'd missed his best friend too much, and just walking
like that, with him, together, felt so right, so...good, like giving in
to those little temptations in the shops and bringing home something you'd
wanted since you were a kid but knew you could never have. Even if it
wasn't the great prize; even if it wasn't quite the wondrous sparkly shining
things you wanted as a kid, because you'd grown up and learned to compromise,
and that took out some of the sparkle.
He'd miss the couch - now in a charity shop - where Heero had blurted
out-...well, he'd miss that goddamn couch. And the carpet, where they'd
ended up. And the bed, where they'd ended up a bit later. And the kitchen
table, once or twice, come to think of it.
Duo found himself grinning sadly - if that was possible - and contemplating
the vastness of the now-empty truck.
"Heero?!" Panic was well and good now! They were- God, they were thousands
of miles from earth now! What- How-
"What is it?!" Heero came galloping up, staring wildly around, hand on
the back of his jeans, though Duo was pretty sure he wasn't wearing a
gun this early in the morning. No weaponry before lunch.
"Your stuff! We forgot your stuff!" Duo choked, staring at the empty container.
He'd been keeping a careful eye on the boxes, to make sure his stuff went
where it was supposed to. Box after box with 'Duo' written on it and carefully
underlined. And somewhere on Earth, forgotten next to his apartment, or
on the docking bay, or somewhere, would be the boxes with 'Heero' written
on them. Duo had assumed they were safely in the truck before Heero had
even started putting Duo's boxes in! How on earth were they going to get
"What? What are you talking about?" Heero was staring at him, wide-eyed,
and glancing at the back of the truck. Which, Duo made sure with another
sharp look, was well and truly empty of any boxes, much less those with
'Heero' written on them.
"Your stuff, moron! It's not here! All the boxes were mine!"
"My stuff is there, Duo." Heero gestured behind him, scowling slightly.
"Don't get so excited."
Duo stared behind Heero. He was pretty quick. It didn't take him long
to figure out that no, Heero wasn't referring to a huge pile of boxes
somehow mounted with a shielding device, he was talking about the two
duffle bags on the sidewalk he'd previously removed from the truck's cab.
Heero glanced back at the two bags, as if surprised at the stunned tone
in Duo's voice. He didn't seem to find anything surprising there.
"But...." Duo shook himself and stared at his lover. "Don't you have...anything?"
"I've got that." Heero was looking bewildered.
"You got a duffel of spare clothes and a bag full of guns," Duo said slowly
because he just had to hear it out loud and Heero was obviously not going
"Guns?" Heero blinked. "I've only got my Luger. Wufei told me I could
get what I needed from the Preventer armoury. I left my hardware with
Duo's eyes strayed to the bag he'd assumed contained Heero's tools of
the trade, from the way it had clunked when he'd carried it, and the very
careful way he'd put it down on the floor in Duo's house.
"That's my personal things," Heero explained, in a slightly guarded voice,
as if he was afraid that J or Odin or God would pop up and yell at him
for having something that belonged to him.
Duo found himself walking towards the duffel. He didn't actually need
to open it. He knew exactly what was in there. But he was the kind of
guy who just had to say the things out loud, and open the bag, and buy
Jerry. That was just the way he was.
And this was just the way Heero was. Life packed up in two bags, spares
clothes and...and the few odds and ends that Duo had given him over the
years, particularly these past three months, when Duo had become a regular
inhabitant in the apartment Heero lived in before. The only things that
weren't his gifts was an album Trowa had put together and sent them all,
of the five of them and their friends he'd visited in his wanderings;
a tanto which Wufei had given Heero one day; and a bundle of letters that
Quatre, who always preferred writing to email, had sent over the years.
The only thing that surprised Duo was the teddy bear. He didn't' have
to ask; Relena had probably thrown it at him or something. Her loss. She
could have had a friend for life - she might realize her mistake, and
try to make up, eventually. And Heero would be friendly, and talk to her,
and send her cards at Christmas. But that teddy bear, once thrown away,
wasn't ever going to come back. That's why you hung on to things like
"You...don't have much stuff," Duo finally said, a bit weakly.
Heero snorted. "I have twenty two boxes full. More than enough to fill
the house." There was the slightest hesitation there. Like an entreaty.
Duo remembered Heero on that couch. Grabbing onto him and holding tight,
as if Duo were his lifeline in a perpetual fall; the one thing he wanted
in a lifetime of obligations; his sparkly, shining thing.
"Sure you do," Duo agreed, and grinned. He slipped his arm around his
lover's waist, turning towards their new home, their new start, and good
riddance to the old. They'd kept what mattered, after all, and left the
useless stuff behind where it belonged. "Sure you do."
"Except for Jerry. That stuffed alligator is all yours."
Dedication: For Dacia, who just moved interstate, and may be scarred for
life as a result. And for my parents, who had a few weeks to move from
the US to France with a babe in arms. And for me and my husband, who moved
from France to the UK, then UK to Canada, proving that we are, at heart,
masochists. To all of you who had to uproot yourselves and fling yourselves
into the great unknown. Don't lose your sparkly, shining things.
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