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Honeymoon in Hong Kong - Day Seven - 1x2x1 Week - Always You
Name: miss-m-muses
Title: Honeymoon in Hong Kong
Theme: Always You
Rating: Mature (sexual content)
Summary: Heero and Duo finally get their honeymoon. Inspired by today’s art by shinigami-irae as I got a preview!
Honeymoon in Hong Kong
It had taken too long to get to the wedding. It had been difficult to find time in both of their busy schedules in which they could take their vacation days and then, of course, Duo had got injured on one of his missions and that had put back the date even more. Duo was still sour about it as it was one of those ridiculously flukey things that had then involved a leg cast. It had taken some time to heal and Heero had agreed to postpone the wedding. As it seemed better than Duo hopping down the aisle on crutches.
It felt like it had taken damn forever to get to the wedding day – the small ceremony, the few friends, the matching black suits, the vows… but at least now it was done, the wedding band feeling heavy on Duo’s finger as he straddled Heero, finally on the honeymoon they had planned for so damn long.
Really, to Duo, the most important part of the wedding thing was not the whole day of saying some words Heero already knew that he meant. It was the honeymoon and the opportunity for a few days to be just them. No world need saving. No missions. No friends or colleagues. Just the two of them and a room and hopefully not leaving it for a while.
They were both already naked on the bed, stripping off as soon as they arrived. They had been offered Wufei’s penthouse apartment in Hong Kong for their honeymoon as his wedding gift to them as he was being stationed on L3 for some time so it lay abandoned… and it had not taken much persuasion on Wufei’s part for them to agree.
As while both Duo and Heero had travelled to most areas of the Earth and colonies, neither had visited Hong Kong and the city was one of vibrancy and lights and the view from Wufei’s penthouse was incredible.
As soon as they’d arrived and scouted out the bedroom, Duo had walked towards the large window and looked out at the city, Heero stepping behind him and nuzzling at his neck, turning Duo into a mess of lust as he caressed that spot that always made him weak and horny.
Heero knew all of those spots. Too damn well.
Naked now, Duo ran his hands over Heero’s face, feeling the cool metal of the wedding band around his own finger as he felt Heero’s as he caressed his own skin, before a hand wrapped around his braid.
“Finally,” Duo said, his voice low as he pressed kisses to Heero’s face – his cheek, his lips, his jaw, licking at his throat and feeling his lover’s head go back as he nipped and licked at all his sensitive spots.
“Yeah,” Heero murmured.
It had taken a lot to get them where they were – two wars, missions to the far flung reaches of the earth sphere, fights and break ups, reunions and make up sex. But whatever, every time they’d tried to walk away from each other they’d always ended up back together.
As though no matter what… they belonged.
They made love slowly, Heero’s back against the headboard, their lips connected and hands seeking each other’s out as Duo slowly moved up and down on his lap, the feelings all so intense in the sparkling light that filtered through the large window. They took their time, stuttering starts and stops when they got too close, passionate kissing and nips of skin. And when climax finally came, it ripped through Duo’s body, Heero followed after a few thrusts upwards, the feeling overwhelming and Duo almost collapsing into Heero’s body, melting into his warmth and embrace.
“You know… I meant what I said at the ceremony,” Duo said into Heero’s sweaty chest.
Heero snorted. “Which part?”
“Always you.”
Duo sought out Heero’s hand with the wedding ring, entwining their fingers together as he nuzzled into Heero’s skin, ready to fall asleep in his arms.
Summary: Duo finally comes home from a mission gone bad, but it seems like his relationship with Heero has been pushed to its limit.
In the same universe as Alexithymia 1-6, recommended that you read parts 5-6, but can be read as a one shot if you really want.
- 7 -
“Always You”
“Duo, we need to talk.”
Duo gave me an annoyed look, closing the refrigerator without taking anything out of it.
“Money’s getting tight,” I said, holding up a stack of unpaid bills.
“Then go beg Une for your job back,” Duo said dismissively, moving to head back to his room.
“Duo.”
Duo just flipped me off, continuing up the stairs.
I followed him, irritated. We’d been barely speaking for the last month since he’d come home, and it was exhausting.
“This is serious,” I said, catching the door before he could slam it in my face. “Do you want to lose the house?”
“Who cares?” Duo said, climbing into his bed and turning his back to me.
I remembered shopping for curtains when we’d first moved in, and how Duo had insisted they had to be just right. He’d put so much care and attention into every detail of the house, saying that we were making a home together, a life together.
“Are you done with me?” I asked, trying hard to keep my voice steady.
“It seems like you’re done with me,” Duo answered.
“I’m not… Christ, Duo, how can you say that?”
“You’ve barely spoken to me since L3,” Duo said, still keeping his back to me. “Look, I get it. What you found in that warehouse wasn’t what you came looking for. You don’t have to force yourself.”
“Why do you say things like that?” I asked. The pressure in my chest felt real and tangible. “How can you say things like that?”
“It’s the truth.”
“It’s not.”
“It is.”
I wanted to grab him and shake him. I wanted to punch him in the face. I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to hold him and kiss him and never let him go. “You’re the one who’s not talking to me,” I said instead. “You’re the one acting like you hate me ever since… L3.”
“I don’t hate you, Heero,” Duo said tiredly. “But maybe you’re not what I need.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means what I said.”
“Are you done with me? Are you just throwing the last eight years away?”
“I’m not throwing anything away. I’m just… Things are different now. I’m different now. And I don’t know if we still work.”
I realized that I was crying when warm liquid started trailing down my cheeks. I wiped it away, confused.
Duo turned around, looking equally confused. “What are you…?”
I wiped away another tear.
“Are you… crying?” Duo asked, staring at me incredulously.
“I think I might be.”
“What the hell?”
“I don’t know, it won’t stop,” I said, scrubbing at my eyes. The warm liquid continued to well in my eyes, dripping down when enough had accumulated.
Duo looked perplexed. “Have you ever cried before in your entire life?”
“Twice,” I said.
“So this is number three?”
“Seems that way?” I said, wiping my face with the sleeve of my shirt.
Duo sat up, staring at me. “Why are you crying?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I just… it hurts.”
“What hurts?”
“Everything.”
“Heero, I honestly didn’t think you’d care.”
“About what?”
“If we broke up. I didn’t think you’d care.”
“Are we breaking up?” I asked, finding it harder to breathe. The tears started flowing more quickly.
“Maybe,” Duo said, standing up and padding over to me. “Jesus, this is like the eighth wonder of the world or some shit.”
I stared at him through my tears.
“This is kind of awkward,” Duo said.
“Well I can’t stop it.”
Duo reached out, running a finger along my lash line. It came away wet.
I pulled him into a hug, clinging to him.
“Heero…” Duo said, but he didn’t make a move to push me away.
An unfamiliar sound came from my throat. I held him tighter.
Duo’s arms wrapped around me, and I immediately felt better, sinking into the familiar warmth.
“Don’t leave me,” I whispered, followed by another choking sound. “Please, Duo, I love you so much.”
Duo’s hold tightened. “I’m not that Duo anymore.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It does.”
“I love you,” I said again. It was something I rarely said, but suddenly I wanted to say it over and over.
“Maybe that’s not enough.”
I lost it then, sobbing loudly into Duo’s chest.
Duo sat us down on the bed, stroking my hair and making soothing noises.
I felt patronized but strangely comforted, and slowly the choking sobs receded, leaving me a sniffling mess.
“I can’t believe I made you cry,” Duo finally said with a snort. “I’m like a god or something now.”
“Shut up,” I growled, pulling away and pushing him in the chest.
Duo grinned at me.
I felt the corner of my mouth pulling up.
It seemed like the start of something positive, but then Duo was frowning again.
“What?” I asked, reaching out to cup his cheek. The touch was familiar and comforting.
Duo leaned into my hand, looking at me unhappily. “I missed you. This last month.”
I kept my sudden surge of annoyance in check. “Then why did you lock yourself in the guest room?”
“You could have come in after me.”
“You kept telling me to go away.”
“Since when do you ever listen to me?”
It seemed inappropriate to argue with my one-eyed partner, but old habits died hard. “What the hell do you want from me? You asked for space and I tried to give it to you, now you tell me you didn’t want me to actually give it to you?”
“I’m sorry if I’m not being my normal happy-go-lucky fucking self after being taken hostage by a sadist delighted by my high threshold for pain,” Duo said, his own anger rising up. “I don’t know what I want, okay? And you being fucking you sometimes is too much to take. If you had an ounce of fucking empathy in you…”
We were standing centimeters apart, my hand still on his check, anger flashing in both our eyes. “I looked for you for six goddamn months-”
“Wallace said you came to work every goddamn day like nothing happened-”
“I was trying to act professionally-”
“Your fucking lover was a hostage, I think everyone would understand if you showed a little human emotion-”
“You know I don’t know how to express myself-”
“Like that’s an excuse-”
“Am I supposed to change who I am as a person?”
Duo stared at me for a moment. “Not change. Grow.”
I wanted to cry again. It was a strange feeling, and I pushed it away, keeping my eyes dry.
“You’re doing it right now,” Duo accused. “I see you shutting down.”
“I’m not-” I started to say, but that was a lie.
Duo turned his face and kissed my palm. “Let’s just… I dunno, let’s start over.”
“Start over from when?”
“From L3.”
I paused, then gathered him in a hug. “I’m so glad you’re safe.”
“I…” Duo trailed off, tightening his arms around me. “I was scared,” he finally said softly. “I’m still scared. It’s fucking stupid. I don’t even know what I’m scared of.”
“I’m here,” I said, trying to say everything out loud that had been swirling around in my head the last few months. “I love you and I’m here.”
“He cut out my fucking eye, the crazy son of a bitch,” Duo whispered into my neck. “Then he took care of me like I was a fucking prince, just to get me healthy enough to cut me up some more. He kept the eye in a fucking jar, and he showed it to me to get his rocks off, like ha ha, here’s your eye.”
“I’m sorry this happened to you, I’m sorry I left you behind in the subway, I’m sorry I didn’t find you, I’m sorry-”
“There’s nothing you could have done…”
“There should have been.”
“You’re not superman.”
“I’m supposed to be.”
“You do a good impression.”
“I’m not going to put on those red panties you bought me again.”
“Damn,” Duo said, then burst out laughing. “How did you know that’s what I was going to suggest?”
“I know you.”
Duo looked up and nudged my nose with his own, grinning. “If you wanna make it up to me for failing me so horribly and being a terrible boyfriend…”
“No.”
“You have that blue spandex body suit, too, but I think just the panties would be nice.”
“No.”
“You’re not any fun.”
“I know.”
“So later?”
“No.”
“If I’m a really good boy?”
“You’re never good.”
Duo pressed his lips chastely to mine, a kiss that was almost over before it started.
I was crying again.
“Christ, once you start you can’t stop,” Duo marveled, wiping away a line of tears.
“I don’t know why this is happening,” I said, and it was true. It was uncomfortable and I wanted it to stop.
“Come lay down with me,” Duo said.
We both settled into the guest bed, me sniffling into Duo’s chest while he pet my head.
“Baby,” he said softly, fingers moving through my hair. “I don’t want to break up. I just… for me, it seems like our relationship has been one-sided. I pursued you, and you always just went along with it.”
I wanted to protest, but I couldn’t think of anything to say. I tried to stop my tears instead, sniffing loudly.
“It’s true,” he said, poking me in the cheek before resuming his hair stroking. “I kissed you. I asked you out. I asked you to move in together. And you always said ‘sure’ or ‘okay’ or ‘whatever’, but you never seemed like it was what you wanted. And when I asked you to get married…”
I swallowed loudly, trying to make the lump in my throat disappear. I remembered that day, Duo staring at me so earnestly while I just snorted and said we didn’t need to do something so useless.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly.
“I know, baby,” Duo said, kissing the top of my head. “It’s just who you are. And to see you crying for me like this has kind of… I dunno, I like it. Keep doing it.”
I glared up at him and Duo laughed.
“I need to know that you care sometimes,” Duo said, poking me in the nose. “And… I dunno. I feel like if I can’t smile and joke and be carefree and happy with you, that our whole relationship starts to crumble. Ever since L3, I mean look at us. I feel like it all comes back to me, and if I can’t force myself to be normal, then you don’t… I dunno like you can’t be bothered with me.”
“That’s not true,” I said, shaking my head. “I just… you kept telling me to go away, and I just… I wanted to do what you wanted.”
“You never do what I want.”
“Yes, well… yes, but after what you went through-” I started to say, then stopped.
“I’m not so fragile, Heero,” he said, staring into my eyes. “I’ve been tortured before. I’ll probably be tortured again.”
“Don’t say that,” I said shaking my head. “And your eye…”
“I thought you were disgusted by me in the hospital.”
“Of course not.”
“I’m fucking disfigured.”
“I never cared about what you looked like.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“You’re still beautiful,” I said, frowning at him.
Duo choked at the word ‘beautiful’.
“I know I don’t say it, but of course I think you’re beautiful,” I said, caressing his cheek under his eye patch.
“What guy is gonna be happy hearing that…?” Duo muttered, but I could tell he was a little bit happy.
“I’ll try harder, okay?” I said. “I’ll try and tell you all the stupid things I’m thinking in my head, even if they’re unnecessary and trivial.”
“So saying you love me is unnecessary and trivial…?”
“Yes,” I said.
Duo snorted, but I could tell he was getting angry again.
“It’s so obvious, that why should I have to say it?” I tried to explain. “You’re… you’re so precious and important to me. I was lost without you these last few months. It’s like you’re the other half of me. So why do I have to put it into words?”
“Because I want to hear it,” Duo said, kissing my cheek. “Don’t I tell you every day how much I love you?”
I nodded, not pointing out that I hadn’t heard him say it in long time.
“I love you, you stupid asshole,” Duo said, kissing me briefly before tucking his head under my chin. “Look, we still have a lot of shit to talk out, but I’m exhausted and can you please just hold me?”
I held him close, soothed by the familiar scent of his shampoo in my nose. We both drifted to sleep even though it was the middle of the day.
My eyes slid open sometime later, squinting into the red light that was filtering in through the window.
Duo stirred, his good eye opening and staring into mine. “Just like old times,” he said, his voice still fuzzy with sleep.
I smiled at him, remembering all the mornings we would wake up at sunrise together and just stare into each others’ eyes, peaceful and contented.
“Too bad it’s sunset and not sunrise,” I said, touching my nose to his.
“And we’re in this tiny ass guest bed instead of our nice queen,” Duo said, leaning in closer to touch our foreheads together.
“It doesn’t matter,” I said, still gazing into that one blue eye. “As long as it’s you, I don’t care.”
“Wow, cheesy,” Duo said, but he looked happy.
“Always you,” I whispered, holding him closer.
No matter what else came our way, we could make it. I loved Duo, and I wasn’t letting go.
Author and URL: Amberly/amberlyinviolet
Title: I’ll Be Waiting
Rating: general audience
Theme the piece is for: Day 7/Always You
Summary: Heero’s waiting for him. Just like always.
Duo shut the door to the bedroom behind him and slumped against it, eyes closing wearily. This was not what he wanted to be doing. Not today. Today, he wanted to be alone. To sit in the garden and feel the sun on his face, smell the flowers they had planted together, years ago. They’d only started blooming this past weekend, and Heero had been looking forward to a picnic. To lying in their garden hammock with the breeze teasing their hair and the smell of roses in washing over them.
They wouldn’t get that now.
Duo clenched his jaw, sliding down the door to sit heavily on the floor. He wanted to be alone, to walk this house and touch their things with the knowledge that they weren’t “theirs” anymore. They were just “his.” Duo’s eyes stung. He stood, walking through the bedroom to sit on the edge of the bed, where Heero’s scent still lingered. He didn’t want to be here today, doing this, but Quatre had insisted. Had insisted because it would be better to do this now, to rip it off like a bandaid and let the pain gush out and cleanse but—Duo hated Quatre right now. He hated everyone except Heero—who was—
What Duo wanted to do remember was being 15, standing on a pier and watching Heero’s beautiful blue eyes widen in surprise as a bullet ripped through him. Wanted to remember being 15 and seeing Heero still alive after self-destructing, standing strong and sure in the door with a gun pointed at Duo’s forehead. Tender fingers bandaging his wounds and smoothing back his hair and the sudden melt of all that cold ice as Heero’s lips found his on Peacemillion.
Or after the war, after the Gundams were gone. The night Heero got in to medical school, clothing strewn around the living room and candles melting in their holders. The sudden, shocking silence as the door to their apartment opened and Heero bolted upright with his hair sticking up in the back. Wild laughter and indignant huffing as Wufei and Trowa shut the door, calling out that they’d be back later. To celebrate together, as a family.
It hurt, bittersweet and bruising. Duo stretched out on his side of the bed, turning to face the vacant side where Heero slept. It was cold and empty, Heero’s scent clinging to the sheets, and Duo swallowed hard as his eyes filled. Grabbing Heero’s pillow, he buried his face in it, inhaling the last remaining piece of Heero in their house. His house. Heero was gone, had died peacefully in his sleep, in this bed, and Duo’s heart ached at the loneliness he felt. The sudden empty space where Heero had once lived. He ignored the sudden presence in the room, curling tighter around the pillow. Quatre could go to Hell.
Except it wasn’t Quatre. It was Trowa, walking quietly through the room. Trowa, Heero’s best friend, who had lost his own husband just a few years earlier, when Wufei slipped easily into death sitting in his evening chair, reading a book of Chinese poetry. Who had followed quickly, heart broken by the lonliness. Only where Wufei was gone, Trowa had lingered. Duo let his presence wash over him, fingers still wound in the dull cotton fabric, accepting the dip in the bed as Trowa sat down.
“Heero would be disappointed,” Trowa said calmly, reaching out to tuck a few strands of white hair behind Duo’s ear. Frowning into the pillow, Duo glanced up at him. “You’re up here, clinging to his pillow. When you could be down there, terrifying your grand children by telling them that now Heero can watch them all the time.”
Duo grinned despite himself. Technically, they were Quatre’s grandchildren. Quatre and Relena’s children were his god children, though, and he supposed it fit. He sat up, slowly, holding the pillow on his lap, eyes red-rimmed. His lower lip quivered as Trowa took it away, gently smoothing it back over the bed, his hand closing around Duo’s on the comforter.
“It will be here, Duo. And when we leave, you can come back and wrap yourself in everything he left behind. But your family needs you right now. They need to feel your presence now, before you’re gone. And you need to say goodbye,” Trowa’s gaze was penetrating, his bright green eyes filled with a sadness Duo finally understood.
“Why did you stay? After?”
“Because I knew one of you would need help,” Trowa stood, holding out a hand for Duo. “And you’re both too stubborn to ask.”
“He’s waiting for me?” Duo’s voice quavered, cracked and weary with age.
“He’s always waiting for you. And he always will be.”
Theme: 'Disarm You' is a Heero Yuy x Duo Maxwell fanmix. It's mostly about war, being comrades in arms, and sometimes fear and lonelyness into the battle. And at least healing, support and love :)
Note: ((More fluff; I realized nearly every single one ended up almost the same…oh well, I’m weak to that kind of atmosphere T_T fluff and sap make up my lifeblood))
Note: ((I’m actually not sure if this is supposed to be like, one of those school “homecoming” events that…I don’t know…what they are…. or “coming home”…so I went with “coming home”??? Again, had more elaborate plans that got foiled due to lack of free time OTLLL I could never figure out if I loved the idea of one of them coming home from a mission to the other, or them going on missions together…))
Author and URL: Amberly/amberlyinviolet
Title: Staycation
Rating: general audience
Theme the piece is for: Homecoming/Day 6.
Summary: They were supposed to be on vacation. Not stuck in a Hospital room, with Heero recovering from a bomb blast. But maybe Duo could find a way to bring the Vacation to them.
“You think they’ll let me go today?” Heero’s lips were pursed, corners tugging down. Duo smoothed back his hair, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he settled on the edge of the hospital bed. It had only been three days. Three days since a bomb had been planted in the local Preventer’s office and Heero had rushed in to defuse it. They were supposed to be on vacation. They were supposed to be stretched out on a Hawaii beach relaxing, getting tans and feeding each other fruit.
They were in the hospital instead, Heero on an IV with light burns on one side his body. His hair was singed. And he was sitting in the bed pouting up at Duo mournfully, leaning in to the soft touches to his hair. Duo sighed, eyes darting to the hospital room door, then back to Heero.
“I don’t know, baby…I think they’re still worried about internal bleeding,” he sighed again as Heero’s pout deepened. His lover was the worst patient.
“I’m fine,” Heero crossed his arms over his chest, glaring up at him, and Duo hid a smile. Of course Heero was fine. Heero was always fine. Even when he was blown up, he was fine. Duo shook his head, then leaned in to brush their lips together.
“I’ll talk to the doctor. Maybe I can convince them to let us go,” Duo pulled away, lips quirking as the smile he’d been fighting finally broke free. At least they were home. They’d never even made it on the plane. The universe, Duo decided, was conspiring against their vacation. But they could at least spend the few days they had left at home.
It wasn’t hard to find the doctor and convince her that maybe her patient would do better at home. Away from the hospital, and other breakable objects. Heero was ecstatic, almost grinning as Duo brought the car around. Settled firmly in the passenger seat, Heero reached for Duo’s braid, using it to tug him in for a quick kiss.
“Thank you,” he murmured, tongue brushing his lower lip. Duo nibbled it briefly, then winked.
“The hospital beds are really too small,” he teased, waggling his eyebrows as they pulled into traffic. Heero laughed, resting his cheek on Duo’s shoulder as they drove home in companionable silence, radio playing softly in the background. He was going to have to plan something. Hawaii was supposed to be their anniversary celebration. 5 years together and Heero couldn’t imagine anyone else at his side. And Duo had been looking forward to it, to celebrating and spending time together. Time that’d been hard to come by, lately.
The house looked perfect against the blue sky. Their house, home. It would smell like them, would feel like them, and Heero couldn’t wait to get inside. To spend some quality time with Duo to make up for the botched vacation. Smiling, he climbed out of the car, twining his fingers with Duo’s as they walked up the stairs. Heero opened the door and—froze.
“SURPRISE!” it was shouted,the noise overwhelming, and Heero fought the urge to tense. Next to him, Duo was grinning, tugging Heero in and shutting the door. Everyone was there: Hilde and Relena stood together behind the couch, where they had jumped up when the door opened. Quatre stood in the doorway to the kitchen with Noin and Une, Kathy and Trowa were on the stairs, and Wufei and Zechs were peeking out from behind a giant plastic palm tree. Everyone wore a swimsuit, the ladies decked out with flower leis. There were paper lanterns up, flowers everywhere, and someone had put on what he supposed was tropical music.
“Duo…?” Heero’s brow was furrowed, looking around the room. And then his heart stopped, eyes catching on the banner strung across the kitchen. It was simple, the words “Congratulations” strung overhead with two wine glasses clinking at the end. He swallowed hard, feeling Duo tug away from his hand. Feeling movement next to him as Duo kneeled and reached into his pocket and—
“I was gonna do this in Hawaii…but you went and got blown up,” Duo teased, the slight tremor in his voice displaying his nervousness as he licked his lips. “So…what do you think, Ro? You wanna get hitched?” Heero looked around the room with a lump in his throat. They’d talked about this before, but Duo. Duo hadn’t been ready. Nowhere near ready. And now he was kneeling down in front of their friends and Heero nodded. His face split into a grin so wide his cheeks ached, nodding harder and laughing a little as Duo slid a polished ring on to his finger.
It wasn’t silver, or gold. It was Gundanium, gleaming black, and Heero’s breath caught. Duo had salvaged what parts of Deathscythe he could, holding on to the scraps of metal for something important. Something important glittered on his finger, and Heero threw his arms around Duo’s neck, lips seeking his as his fingers slid into his hair. There were strong arms around his waist, a tongue nudging his, and Heero laughed through the kiss, light and happy amongst the sound of cheering.
“Welcome home, baby,” Duo murmured, soft against his lips, before breaking away, turning to greet their family, hands clasped.
Actor Name: chibibritt
Title of Piece: No One Does it Better
Original Author and URL: Miss Murdered
http://archiveofourown.org/works/1244563
Audio Narration
Rating: Teen+ (language?)
Note: Alas I am not good at sounding like guy so you have to use your imagination a bit for this. This was my first time doing a serious audiobook type narration...especially one this long. ( I think it ended up more like a stage monologue but...eh...) Super thank you to Miss Murdered for allowing me to use her awesome piece for my submission.
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