Angel
by Kira Maxwell

Author's Note~
Disclaimer: No, unfortunately, I do not own the Gundam Pilots or Gundams,
they belong to their respective owner, Bandai, so please don't sue me,
because all you'd get would be a couple of books. Thanks. ^.^
From the series Gundam Wing.
Warnings: citrus, lime, songfic, sap, 1+2, 3+4

     A soft wind brushed open the sash of the window. A clean, plain room
stretched before one's eyes, furniture barely used it seemed. The bed clothes
were sternly made, neat and perfect, and a desk was occupied by a young boy
with dark brown hair. The dark-haired boy typed steadily at the laptop, eyes
fixed on the screen, never wavering.
    Sounds of movement and life hadn't yet come from the outer hallway--the
others must still be asleep. He at last rose, shutting down the laptop, and
walking down the hall into the kitchen. The room was dimly lit, but bright
fixtures gleamed to the eye. His movements were silent as he fixed himself
breakfast and poured himself a cup of coffee.
     A green-eyed young man--or at the least the one green eye that was
visible, entered the kitchen. Heero glanced at him but said nothing as Trowa
poured himself a bowl of cereal and sat down to eat. The others wouldn't be
long in rising.
    Heero finished just as the Chinese pilot entered the kitchen, silent,
his coal black eyes fixed on the coffee pot. He made a beeline for it, and
pouring himself a cup, sputtered and cursed, "Injustice!" as the coffee
spilled on his white pants. Heero didn't look back or comment as he made his
way for the hangar. There was work to be done.

* * * * * *

    Yawning hugely and tripping over piles of messy clothes, Duo stumbled to
his door, blearily wiping the sleep from his eyes. Grasping the knob, he
pulled the door open and made his way to the kitchen.
    "Coffee..... mmmmm ...." murmured the violet-eyed boy. Stretching hugely
as he entered, he saw Trowa silently eating his breakfast at the table and
Wufei struggling to wipe away the large coffee stain in his pants.
   "Oi, Wu-wu! Don't waste the coffee!" the American cried, grabbing a cup.
    "Maxwell, I don't have time for your foolishness or injustice! Bah!"
Wufei grumbled, too tired and agitated to bother Duo. Grasping his
half-filled cup, he retreated to his room.
    Trowa cocked a brow at Duo's entrance. Where was his angel?... Glancing
up, and showing as much emotion as was possible for him, which was nothing,
Trowa left the bowl in the sink and headed down the hall. Duo filled his mug,
avoiding slipping on the large puddle Wufei left in the floor, and wearily
trotted outside.
    Fresh, brisk air stung his face, and he shivered. Tossing his braid back
over one shoulder, Duo headed for the hangar, coffee in hand and bright,
cracking grin on his face. Entering, he didn't see Heero anywhere.
   "Oi, Hee-chan, where are ya?" he called loudly, "Come out, come out,
wherever you are..." Grinning widely, Duo popped his head into Wing's
cockpit, and found Heero exactly where he expected him to be. Working on his
gundam.
     "G'morning, Sunshine!" said Duo cheerfully, taking a huge gulp of
coffee.
     "...." Heero steadfastly ignored him, continuing work on Wing's
computers without looking up.
     "Aww, what's the matter, Sunshine? You not awake yet?" said Duo, trying
to stifle a huge yawn. Before the American could react, Heero leaped and
shoved him out of the cockpit, sending him tumbling to the floor.
     "Itai!!" cried Duo, landing on the concrete with an audible thud. His
precious coffee cup shattered and he cursed, sitting up and rubbing the back
of his head.
      "K'so! Heero, what was that for??" he cried, glaring up at the cobalt
eyes coldly peering down at him.
      "For calling me 'Sunshine', baka. I have work to do. Leave me alone."
He withdrew into the cockpit, massaging his temples. Duo...if you're around,
how can I get any work done? You're too much of a distraction...
     .Duo looked up at the shadowed entrance to the cockpit, tears welling
with violet eyes. He turned and hurried out of the hangar, not saying another
word. Heero, if only you knew....

* * * * * *

    Heero paused by the bathroom door, hearing water running within. He
hesitated before bring a fist to rap sharply at the door. "Duo!" he cried,
"You've been in there for over an hour!"
      From within, all that could be heard was the gurgling of water and
strains of Duo's voice bouncing harshly off the tile walls.

'Twas seven years ere long since him I spied upon the shore,
Violet were his eyes, God's skin was all he wore.....

      Heero put his hands over his ears....Duo's voice was a rich tenor,
balanced, but he couldn't stand the way he felt when he heard it
echoing....Heero felt his face flush....what was the matter with him? He
shook his head vigorously, heading back to his room.
Damn that god of death. Damn you! Damn you for doing things to me like nobody
else can....for making me feel this way. Damn you, Duo Maxwell! Heero's
fingers trailed along the edge of the bed....he slept alone, and being the
Perfect Soldier, it didn't matter if the bed was soft or hard,
feather-mattress or stone.
        Closing his eyes, he felt a familiar vision dawn on him....he wasn't
alone in that vision. No.
      Brilliant vermilion sunlight flooded his sight, and though his eyes
were blind, he could feel the warmth......he was in the arms of an angel, an
angel with long chestnut hair and starry violet eyes. The brush of that
angel's lips on his own made him feel like.....Heero's eyes snapped open.
     This couldn't happen. He was the perfect soldier. Emotions are
weaknesses. They led you to do foolish things, things that could endanger the
mission. And nothing came before the mission, ever.... Balling a fist, he
struck it hard against his thigh.
His keen hearing heard the water screech to a halt in the pipes, the opening
of a door, and slap of wet feet on wood. Heero rose and stood in his doorway,
cool cobalt eyes tearing over that pale body hungrily, viciously. God, what
he wouldn't do to ravish him then and there. But, no....Heero couldn't do
that. Still, the perfect soldier couldn't tear his eyes from that one
standing before him.

* * * * * *

           Duo peered at Heero and chuckled nervously, feeling pierced
through by the Japanese pilot's gaze. Why are you looking at me like that,
Heero? You look like you could tear me apart....Duo's hair fell in a vast
waterfall of chestnut around slender shoulders.
           He hurried down the hall into his bedroom, the door slamming
audibly behind him. As luck would have it, the door struck with enough force
that it bounced and was left open a crack.

I hid 'neath the dune lest my presence 'cause him shame,
I loved him then, I asked the winds his name...

         Humming soft catches of the melody to his song, Duo flung off the
towel, rummaging around in the room for some clean clothes. He was bent over
a particularly disheveled pile when he felt a pair of hands brush his back,
wrapping around his waist.

Go towards the moor, breezes whispered to my soul,
Find his family home 'neath the red oak by the knoll,
there will he be, waiting patiently for love,
Present him with a stone and a dove....

        He started, right into the arms of the Japanese pilot. Trembling, he
whispered in a cracked voice, "Oi, Heero! What are you doing?" Heero's lips
brush the nape of Duo's neck hungrily, and he couldn't help but shiver in
pleasure.
       "I--I'm sorry, Duo," said Heero, regaining his senses. He pulled away
quickly when Duo stopped him, a wide look in those violet eyes Heero so
dearly loved. "Heero?"
Heero felt his heart give a strange twitch. He opened his mouth but could
find no words.

Long did I search with my heart aflame,
Pleading, heaven, let him feel the same...

         Trying again, he managed to mumble,
"I--I--....you--were--just...too....beautiful," the last word came as a
slight gasp, and he pulled away.
          Duo's jaw hit the floor. "You thought what?" o.O As the Japanese
pilot headed for the door, Duo stopped him.
         "Heero..." he said, "I... liked it when you touched me. Onegai,
Heero," he said, brushing his tongue over Heero's lips. Stunned, the Japanese
pilot felt himself drawn deeper into the kiss, and he found himself laying on
the bed without any knowledge of getting there.
           "Mmph...my god, you are a distraction," Heero said, smirking into
the kiss. "You know it," murmured Duo, before they dropped into a vast sea of
unfamiliar but delightful sensations.

Demons were casting to slow my pace,
but then I beheld his face....
* * * * * *

         "Bah, Maxwell!" cried Wufei, angrily stuffing the ruined silk pants
into the garbage. He hastily dressed and slicked his hair back into a
ponytail, glaring at the mirror coldly. Turning, he swiftly departed to go
and pray to Nataku. He needed her guidance this day.

He asked not my name, but he took me by the hand,
I'll show you where the sky lays its head upon the land...
* * * * * *

          Where is my angel?... the green-eyed young man paused in the
hallway, silently taking a deep breath. Quatre, Quatre, where are you?....
         He pressed a hand against Quatre's door, fingers splayed across the
wood. As he pushed it open the hinges creaked, and he felt a rush of cool air
from the open window. He found the Arabian youth sprawled out on his bed,
asleep. Angel...

I offered stone and dove as we came unto that place,
He laid me down, his body was my grace....

         Trowa walked over to his love slowly, sitting on the edge of the
bed. He ran a thumb over the edge of Quatre's jaw, the soft skin delicate
under fingertips that had been used to kill countless souls.
           Anyone who worked for the enemy died.....anyone perceived as the
enemy was a threat. His green eyes closed, distracted by these thoughts. How
many had he killed? he wondered. How many lives had he taken, lives who may
have had a love like this?
           Trowa shivered slightly, looking at the open window. Cold air
poured in from the winter morning, but Quatre seemed oblivious, stretched out
on the bed with nothing but a sheet covering his lower body.
           Rising, the tall boy strode to the window and closed it, moving
to pull the sheet over his love. He paused, lingering with the sheet crumpled
in one hand, eyes taking in every gentle curve and line of the Arabian's
girlish body.
            He gently kissed Quatre's cheek and then rose, departing for the
hangar. Like Heero, there was always one thing on his mind. The mission...

Alone now I stand in that hallowed, sacred grove,
Where are you my love, in this life that we had wove?

* * * * * *

               The wind faintly tousled Duo's long hair as he stood in the
doorway of the hanger, watching Wing's faint outline disappear into the
endless blue. Come back to me when you're done with this mission,
Sunshine.....
               As Heero gripped the controls and sped off, he cast one
glance back at the slight figure standing in the doorway of the hangar,
baseball cap pulled low over his face, jacket drawn up tightly around him.

I begged you to stay, but the angels took your hand,
My dove doth sleep, my stone has turned to sand.
         
* * * *  * *

      Wufei drew his coat up closely, sheltering the incense as it caught
flame and began to smoke at Nataku's feet. His coal black eyes drifted up to
Shenlong's face, and for a moment betrayed a weakness. Angrily casting his
eyes down, he bit his lower lip, but then the anger let go.
       The Chinese pilot shifted his weight a little, blocking the flame
from the incense that burnt here at Nataku's feet. "For you, Nataku...." he
whispered.

My dove doth sleep, my stone has turned to sand.....