Title: Alternate Dualities
Author: WingNut
Archive: http://www.fanworkrecs.com
Disclaimers: I don't own the characters from Gundam Wing, I just play with them for non-profit fun until they run screaming back to their creators.
Warnings: AU - AAAAAAAAAAAU. Some yaoi, lemon, violence, language. You should be a legal adult to read this. Open-mindedness helps, too.
Pairings: all over the map; Duo-centric. yaoi and het.
Author's Notes: A huge helping of "suspension of disbelief" would be appropriate before you read this. I'm sure J or G could explain the science behind it, but they're kinda dead right now...
Part 4 ~ Confusion
His body was on fire and he couldn't breathe!! Duo surged upright, trying to get enough air to scream. The agony faded almost immediately, leaving him gasping and trembling, breaking into a sweat from the sheer relief.
He gradually realized that he was sitting in a chair before a paper-strewn desk. As his thundering pulse slowed, he recognized the office he shared with Heero at Preventer Headquarters on Earth.
The office he had shared with Heero. He closed his eyes and groaned, remembering that his best friend was dead, and it was his fault. He put his head down on the desk with a faint >thunk<, shoulders slumping.
Just as he thought to question why he was here and healthy, instead of in a hospital in great pain, his wandering thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice. "Wake up, Duo. We have to finish our infiltration plan tonight."
Duo froze, unable to believe what he was hearing. Who he was hearing. He raised his head, staring in utter astonishment at his partner, coming in the door laden with coffee and take out food.
Heero put the super-jumbo sized coffee down on the desk in front of his nose, and began unpacking cartons from the bag. "Chinese," he said briefly, tossing a pair of chopsticks to Duo, who sat up and caught them automatically.
"I... Heero..." To his utter embarrassment Duo found his eyes flooding with tears. "You're not dead!"
Heero snorted. "You were asleep, baka. It was a dream."
Duo looked at his now unwounded arm, and back at Heero, obviously alive. "I... I guess so..." He lowered his head, shuffling the papers in front of him to make room for the food with slightly shaky hands. Heero wasn't dead. He sniffed a little, trying to swallow the lump in his throat and blink back the threatening tears. Boys don't cry. Especially when their best friends aren't dead.
A warm hand under his chin lifted his face into the light, but his vision was swimming and he couldn't make out if his partner were annoyed or merely exasperated. Then he was enfolded in a rough hug, and a flat voice muttered in his ear, "I'm right here."
Duo clung to him, closing his eyes and willing the tears away. He was here, he was all right, neither of them was hurt, and the whole thing had been a series of dreams. Really intricate, realistic and horrible dreams. He shivered and wrapped his arms a little tighter around the muscular shoulders.
And then shivered again as Heero's hands began running over his back and shoulders, down his sides, and up his chest to cup his face. He leaned into the kiss, opening his mouth right away and reveling in the feel of Heero's tongue sliding against his own. I want this, he thought. Maybe this is what I've always wanted...
Duo felt Heero lift his mouth and step away. He let his hands fall to his sides and opened his eyes, feeling horribly bereft. Then a rush of warmth swept over him as he realized his friend - his lover? - had merely taken a moment to shut and lock the office door.
Then he was being cradled in those strong arms again, warm mouth claiming his own. Nimble fingers slipped open buttons and slid down zippers, tweaking and pinching and smoothing and stroking until he felt he would explode just from anticipation.
He wound up backed against the desk, shirt falling off his arms, pants and boxers pooling around his ankles, while a similarly-unclad Heero kissed him half senseless. He moaned as Heero slowly slid down his body, rubbing against him and planting open-mouthed kisses along the way. He had never imagined such pleasure existed.
That pleasure spiked sharply when the Japanese man lowered his mouth to Duo's hard, straining erection. At the last second he remembered where they were and managed to muffle his scream of shocked ecstasy behind both hands.
He swayed and half-sat on the desk as his knees buckled. The exquisite feel of Heero's lips and tongue and hot breath on his shaft was driving him insane.
His whole body felt incredibly sensitive. Every move was a caress - the hands that ran down his legs and stripped off pants, boxers, socks and shoes in one swift maneuver, the hot body of his lover nestling between his trembling legs, the wet, squirming tongue at his cock and aaaahh! his balls, the fingers that fondled his ass and began to explore between his spread cheeks... He had to bite his own hands to keep from flying apart into a million tiny pieces.
He lifted his hips with a groan as two wet fingers pressed in deeply; the tiny flick of pain buried under the mind-blowing pleasure of Heero's mouth slipping down over his erection and sucking hard. The fingers twisted and scissored, stretching and rubbing him exquisitely in a way he'd never felt before.
He cried out against his hands, momentarily frozen between wanting to jerk his hips forward into the hot suction, or press them back onto those probing fingers. Mindlessly he began to thrust, forward, then back, caught up in sensations too intense to bear.
Then the searching fingers touched something, blinding him with lightning striking from inside his own body, sizzling along his nerves and sending him exploding into the most intense orgasm of his life. He shuddered and cried out and he was falling and he could still feel Heero's tongue rubbing against him as he swallowed and swallowed and swallowed...
He wasn't truly aware of anything after that until he realized that he was bent over the desk, legs spread wide, head pillowed on his own shirt. He could feel Heero leaning against him, and there was pressure and a little burning as his ass was stretched wide...
Then the Japanese man moaned and shifted slightly, pressing into him more deeply, and Duo realized with a shock that his partner was... was... He whipped his head around, wide-eyed, and froze at the sight of Heero, face twisted with intense pleasure, body slick with sweat, muscles quivering as he slowly, slowly pressed his erection between Duo's raised buttocks. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.
It didn't hurt, not really, he was too relaxed for that. It was just... odd... but it felt good, too, in a novel way. He straightened a bit, putting his weight on his legs and lifting his hips away from the edge of the desk. Heero groaned at the change in position, and sank his cock all the way inside.
They stayed like that for an endless moment. Duo struggled to breathe, as the deep thrust had rubbed against that sensitive spot inside him. He could see Heero gasping as well, apparently trying to maintain control.
Duo licked his lips, remembering the way Heero had reacted when he had moved his hips before. He wanted to hear that sexy groan again. He tossed his head, flinging his braid out of the way. Watching his lover's face avidly, he rolled his hips in a little circle.
"Aaaahhhhh!!" Heero clutched convulsively at Duo's ass, trying to keep it still. Duo grinned and repeated the movement, adding a little internal squeeze. "Hnnnnnn!!" Ooh, this was just too much fun!
Then Heero got a firm grip with both hands and used the leverage to pull out and then thrust back in deeply. It was Duo's turn to cry out - he had hit that sensitive spot perfectly. Before he could catch his breath again, Heero had him pinned and was gradually building up a rhythm. Soon he was pulling almost all the way out and slamming home again with each thrust, hitting that spot over and over.
Duo was hard again, his erection rubbing against the desktop every time he rocked back and was slammed forward again. He felt wanton and completely shameless, lifting his rear and spreading his legs and angling his hips for the deepest possible penetration. It was perfect, it was ecstasy, and it was impossible to endure for long.
He came explosively with a yell, hips jerking and muscles squeezing, pulling his partner along with him. Heero's guttural cry in his ear and the hot gush of seed inside him almost made him come again, but his body was spent, and he collapsed onto the desk with Heero on top of him like some organic blanket.
Duo slowly became aware of little details - the rasp of air into his lungs, Heero's warm weight against his sweaty back, the edge of the desk biting into his thighs, the wet material under him. He shifted a bit, and Heero lifted himself off and out.
He could still feel the warmth of his partner's body close behind him. Strong hands trailed down his back in a gentle caress, and a low voice muttered in his ear, "Love you, koi."
He smiled brilliantly over his shoulder at his lover (his lover!). "Love you, too," he said softly, staring into those striking blue eyes. Then he added impulsively, "And you may not be dead, but you were certainly stiff!" He laughed at the faint expression of long-suffering that crossed Heero's handsome face.
He laughed again as he levered himself upright. His shirt, which had fallen on the desk, had taken the brunt of his passion and was rather... wet... He held it up with a grin, "Do you think Une would agree to award it a medal for hurling itself into the line of fire?"
Heero raised an eyebrow, "You want to explain the circumstances?"
"Heh, good point."
They used the shirt to clean themselves off. Duo marveled the entire time, unable to believe he had just made love with his taciturn, homicidal, unapproachable partner. With Heero!! And it had been terrific, better than anything he had ever imagined. And it had been with Heero! He couldn't stop grinning.
He yawned and stretched after he had pulled on his clothes again, using his jacket in place of a shirt. He really wanted to curl up and sleep somewhere, preferably snuggled in his koi's arms, but he glanced at the work they still had to get through and refrained from even suggesting it.
Instead, he opened the lid on his barely-warm coffee and drank about half in one breath. Heero was staring at him when he finally lowered the cup. "Whaaa-at??" he blinked at his partner.
Heero just shook his head and handed him a carton of food. "It's cold, and there's no plum sauce, but you need to eat."
"No plum sauce? Damn! That's the best part!"
"Duo... we used the plum sauce." He could have sworn he saw a tiny smile cross Heero's face at the words.
"Huh?" Duo stared at his partner in confusion, and Heero stared steadily back, until realization dawned. "Ohhhh, used it..." He could feel a fierce blush heating his face. He still wasn't used to this new intimacy between them.
He cast about for a change of topic. "Hey, let's get started on that infiltration plan!" He pulled over the floor plans and felt his blood freeze.
It was the weapons research lab. The one with the black hole generator. The one where he was trapped by that damned third guard. The one where Heero was killed.
The room was spinning and the floor rose up and smacked him in the face.
"Duo. Duo, wake up." Light slaps against his face accented the demand.
"Mmph-mm," he mumbled, the office coming slowly into focus. Heero's concerned face loomed over him, strong arms cradling him.
He saw Sally move into view. She glanced down at him, and then said over her shoulder, "He's coming around, Wufei, don't call anyone just yet." Then she knelt down and laid one cool hand against his forehead, picking up his wrist with the other.
"Wha-" he croaked. He cleared his throat and tried again. "What happened?"
"You fainted," Heero replied flatly. "I told you you needed to eat."
Memory flooded back. "No, it's..." he struggled to a sit up. "It's that lab, that was the lab, that damned guard had me pinned down and Wufei wasn't there and you died, Heero, you were shot in the... in the head, but it was my fault, you wouldn't have been if I hadn't... and I was in the hospital, and then I was... here..." he trailed off uncertainly.
Heero stared at him expressionlessly for a moment. Then he shoved a carton and a pair of chopsticks into his hands and said flatly, "Eat."
"But Heero, I'm not... you've got to believe me, it was... you were..." Duo babbled, not sure exactly how to explain. Not sure exactly what he was trying to explain.
"Did you hit your head when you fainted?" Sally asked, concerned. "Does it hurt anywhere?"
"No, no, nothing hurts, I'm not..." Duo broke off with a start as he realized, "you're pregnant!"
From behind him he heard Wufei's snort of mingled exasperation and humour. Sally's eyebrows rose and she looked as if she were fighting a smile. "Yes, I am. Do you know what day it is?"
"What? May 14th, Tuesday. When are you due? You're huge!!"
"Thank you," she said dryly.
"Ohhhhh," he winced as he realized what he'd said. "Sally, I'm sorry, it's just..." What was he going to say, 'it's a surprise'? How could he explain that when he saw her a week ago, she was as slender as when he had first met her?
This was getting really weird. He had to figure out what was going on, fast, before he lost what was left of his mind. From the looks the others were exchanging, they already thought he was crazy. Or concussed at least.
The question was, would they believe him if he told them what he had experienced in the past few days? Or would they have him sent to the nearest loony bin? Surely they wouldn't do that, would they? They were his friends... But if they thought he was really messed up in the head, wouldn't they want to get treatment for him? And if he didn't say anything, then Heero might die...
"Um... something weird's been going on the past couple of days..."
"Eat, Duo," Heero said, a fraction more gently than he had before. "You can tell us about it while you chew."
Duo nodded reluctantly and picked up his chopsticks, settling himself in one of the office chairs. Once he started shoveling in the food, he realized just how right his partner had been - he was hungry. Not that he would ever admit it to him...
"OK. A couple of days ago, er... well, it seems like a couple of days ago..." he paused and counted up the time. "Four days ago, if you count the time in the hospital, but I was unconscious for some of that, so maybe it doesn't count..."
"You haven't been to a hospital at all lately," Wufei interrupted, frowning.
"I know, that part comes later, after the raid."
"What raid?" Heero asked, also frowning.
"The one on the research lab with the black hole generator. Yeah, yeah, I know," he held up his hand to forestall another interruption, "we haven't done that yet. Just let me tell this, OK? Sheesh!"
Heero glared at him, but sat silently while Duo went over what they had planned, and what had actually happened during the raid, ending with when he had gotten caught in the purple beam.
"So then, the next thing I remember, I was waking up in the hospital, and it was so weird Heero, you..." he faltered, realizing at the last second that his lover might not appreciate being told that his kiss had been 'weird'. And an annoyed Heero was a dangerous Heero.
Gulping slightly, he continued, "...um, you... said that Wufei had gotten the remote and powered down the weapon, but the way I remembered it, he wasn't even there when we raided the place. So I thought you were just pulling my leg or something..."
He shook his head, braid dancing. "It was so weird. And then, I felt like I was on fire, and I couldn't breathe, and then bam! I was sitting up in a different hospital room, and I was hurt bad, well, worse anyway, and Wufei, you said Heero was dead, dropped with a single head shot, charging the guard that had me pinned down."
"And then, I woke up here," he continued, waving his chopsticks around for emphasis, "feeling like my heart was gonna burst, and you," he pointed at Heero, "you're alive! And it's before we even went on the infiltration! Is that weird or what?"
He looked at the trio a bit apprehensively. Heero was glaring at him, muscles tense. Sally was shaking her head in denial, looking as if she might cry. Wufei was pale, his lips pressed into a tight line, eyes dark with horror.
The tableau broke apart with sudden violent motion as both ex-pilots drew their weapons with deadly speed. Heero was aiming unwaveringly at Wufei's left temple, while Wufei's gun was trained on the kill- spot directly between Duo's eyes.
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