Author: CleverYoungThief
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: WAFF (not a usual for me, eh?), yaoi, shounen ai, language, beware of fluffballs, silliness, hormonal teenage boys being hormonal teenage boys
Pairing: 2+1/1x2
Archive: Gundam Wing Addiction
Disclaimer: Contrary to popular belief, I don't own any of the characters herein. Most political situations, people, and events in these stories are fictional, and don't belong to me, and are taken without permission because I'm too damned lazy to make up my own. The characters and events and stuff in here that ARE mine ARE mine, so don't take them, and if you do, I'll hunt you down and kill you with a spork.
Notes: Umm....this plot bunny has been clawing around in my brain for awhile....and since I'm between chapters on "Bound", "Sacrifice", and "Endless Summer", I decided to take a break and write it, since it's been driving me insane.
Video Game Junkies
What in the hell, Heero Yuy thought sullenly, did letters have to do with math?
He was coming back to the dorm rooms from his algebra class, book slung against his side in his hand, more disgusted with Earth's education system than he had ever been disgusted with anything before in his life... or at least the last twenty-four hours thereof.
He had the computer and analytical skills to teach a class at MIT...and here he was, having to learn how to add letters and numbers together. It was a class to teach logic, he reminded himself. A class that showed those with weaker skills than his own how to systematically solve problems.
It was-he thought-the most mind-numbing, boring shit he had ever had to sit through in his fifteen years of existence. He had realized this when he found himself hoping an OZ mobile suit carrier would come exploding through the classroom wall, just for a change of pace.
At least he had the rest of the afternoon off, he thought. Even mission briefings on his laptop were more interesting.
He was almost to the dorm room he was sharing with Duo when he heard a loud noise he couldn't immediately identify. Gunshot?
"SHIT!"
Duo.
Heero dropped his algebra book and reached into his school uniform jacket, pulling his pistol and approaching the door. The hallways were deserted, so no one saw him with the weapon, but at this point, Heero wouldn't have cared if they did. Had someone caught on to them and infiltrated their dorm room? Was someone torturing his partner?
There was another loud sound from the dorm room, another curse, and Heero didn't have to think twice before kicking the door open, gun forward, his finger on the trigger.
~*~
Last life. Last fuck-up. The volume on the Gameboy LX was turned all the way up as his last Mario man was obliterated. The death music chirped.
Game Over. Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.
"SHIT!"
As the God of Death, Duo knew all about Game Over. It was the second the moment you understand you're about to die. It was the moment he had thought Heero was going to blow him away in Deathscythe, when the Wing pilot was really only protecting his back. It was the moment when Heero had come after him in the OZ prison, ready to blow his brains out to protect the mission.
Game-fucking-over.
Duo knew from a lifetime of painful experience that people did "game over" many different ways. Some swore and raged. Others sighed or gasped. Some screamed.
As for himself... he was a screamer.
"SHIT! OH, SHIT!"
The moment of Game Over, Duo thought, was a very poignant moment in someone's life. It was a little precursor, a way to see how someone would react if they were going to die. If he was on the battlefield and saw a beam saber about to toast him, he'd reached in the exact same way. He was a rager. He threw controllers across the room and yelled abuse at anything within abusing distance.
Heero Yuy burst into the room, gun ready to blaze.
~*~
Heero's quick cobalt eyes scanned the room quickly. There was no signs of forced entry. No blood. No broken glass.
Only Duo. Lying comfortably on the floor of the dorm room, a pillow underneath his arms, a Gameboy in one outstretched hand. His hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, chestnut hair spilling over the back of his tee-shirt. A pair of startled violet eyes looked up at him in an almost comic expression of pure shock.
Heero lowered the gun hesitantly, finger still lying across the trigger. "Duo... what in the hell are you doing?"
"Heero, you just busted up the door The RA is going to kill us... couldn't you just use the doorknob like a normal person?"
Heero stalked forward, grabbing Duo by the collar and dragging him up before the braided pilot could even yelp a protest. The Gameboy clattered to the carpet. "Hey, 'Ro, what in the hell is your problem-"
"Baka! What were you yelling for!" Heero snarled, glowering at the other boy.
"Because I lost!" Duo yelled back, squirming out of the Japanese boy's grasp. Heero abruptly let go, and the braided pilot thumped to the carpet. "Oof " Violet eyes glared up at him. "Dammit, Heero, we've got to work on your people skills, you know that?"
"Hn."
Duo scooped up his Gameboy, cradling the little gray rectangle to his chest protectively. He grumbled. "You better not have broke my game, bud... I'll shave your head in your sleep." He held the game up to the light, then lowered it, assured the screen had not been cracked, or the insides rattled.
He flicked the game back on, eyebrows furrowing into an expression of intense focus as he settled back into the game.
Heero ignored him masterfully, going back out into the hall to retrieve his dropped book before heading directly to laptop, booting it up. Less than five minutes and he was typing away at it, fingers flying over the keys.
Meanwhile, Duo was comfortable on the floor again, ashtray of cigarette butts, an opened Coca-Cola can, and a magazine on the floor next to him. He pressed the buttons on the Gameboy animatedly, every once in awhile hissing in concentration or muttering a curse under his breath.
After awhile, Duo began to sing a song, a catchy little jingle, over and over, until Heero's eyeballs felt like they were shriveling in his head and his brain was frying like an egg in a skillet. He gritted his teeth until his jaw ached.
"Dooo doo doo do do dee do, do do do doo doo do do do dee do..." Duo repeated that one little bit, over and over.
Finally, Heero spoke up. "Duo, if you don't stop singing that fucking song..."
Duo paused his game, looking up. Heero was looking back at him, a cold expression on his face. He shrugged nonchalantly. "Ro, it's this Nintendo song. I can't get it out of my head."
He went back to his game, making an effort not to sing it for awhile. But after about twenty minutes of relative quiet, Heero heard humming. And then the outright singing again.
"Doo doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo dee doo.. Dooo doo doo doo doo do de de de..."
Heero spun around in his chair again, glaring as if he could burn a hole in the Deathscythe pilot's forehead. "I told you not to sing it Duo no baka " Duo wasn't listening to him, he was so immersed in the game, and eventually, his curiosity was piqued.
"What are you doing, anyway?"
"Fighting Bowser," Duo gritted out, eyes glued to the little screen. He had had to go through several long stages to get to where he was. By the time he had gotten to the last level, he had taken too many hits and lost all the vital power-ups he had been hording in order to finish the boss off.
"Shiiiiiiiiiiiiit..."
Heero abandoned the laptop and leaned over Duo, peering at the Gameboy screen suspiciously. "Who is Bowser?"
"Bad guy."
Heero scowled. "Don't you think we fight enough bad guys without having to do it in your down-time?"
"Nope."
Duo drew in a breath as Heero's head came down right next to his, watching his progress critically.
"Don't pause on that platform."
Duo paused and looked over at him. He blushed slightly when he realized how close their faces were. "What?"
"Don't pause there on that platform."
"But if I don't, I get flattened by that falling block "
"Right. So jump more quickly. What's the jump button."
"B."
"Give it." Before he could say anything, Heero pulled the Gameboy out of his hands. He unpaused it, guiding Mario with the skills of an experienced gamer. Duo looked taken aback. "Heero! I didn't know you could play!"
"Hn..." When he beat the boss and the victory music began to play, he tossed the Gameboy back at Duo, who caught it, eyes wide in surprise. Heero had just accomplished in two minutes what he had been trying to do for the last better half of an hour.
"Heero That was amazing!"
"Hn." Duo could swear there was a sparkle of amusement in Heero's cold blue eyes.
"No, really, I've never seen anyone do anything like that before. That was fucking boss!"
"Whatever." Heero stood up and headed back over to his laptop, sinking down to sit at the desk and go back to what he was doing before.
Duo looked after him longingly. This... hm.
~*~
He had won. He was "amazing". He was "fucking boss".
Heero snorted. Of course he had won. He was Heero Yuy.
Still, he couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth and victory at the sensation. He had won, and it hadn't taken any kind of real effort or pain at all. There wasn't even any stakes involved in winning or losing. He wouldn't die if he failed. He wasn't going to be punished for losing. So he could win without any pressure.
It was exhilarating.
Duo was looking over at him, legs swinging lazily, a mischievous grin on his face. "Want to play again, Heero?"
//... //
Heero turned around and looked at him. "No."
"Are you suuuuuuuuuuuure?" Duo reached under his bed and pulled out a Playstation 10, waving the controllers at Heero temptingly. "C'mon... you're a tech addict... you know you want to... I have AceCombat 4... top gun old-school style... whaddaya say?"
Heero raised an eyebrow at Duo. Their eyes met with intensity, and Duo could see the calculation behind Heero's gaze.
"Just one," the Wing pilot answered finally, pushing away from the desk.
"Right."
Heero scowled. "I mean it, Duo. Just one."
Duo started forward towards Heero's laptop, and Heero glared, positioning himself protectively in front of it.
Duo held up his hands in surrender. "Hey man, we can both play... but you know... I'm gonna have to touch your comp." He fluttered hands towards the computer. "Can I, you know, touch it? Because I am only the best hacker on L2... I promise not to bust it up..."
"Hn. Fine." Heero hesitated a moment, then let Duo come forward. Within a minute or two, Duo had the Playstation connected into the back of the laptop, and the controllers connected into the console. He handed one to Heero, eyes dancing.
"Now let's see how good of a pilot you really are."
Heero scowled, taking the controller. "Is that a challenge?"
Duo smirked, giving him a impish glance. "More like a wager."
Heero didn't realize the implications of such a wager. All he knew was that he had enjoyed winning... and he planned to do it again. "Fine. What do I get if I win?"
Duo shrugged. "What do you want?"
Heero looked at him silently for a minute, and the expression in those cobalt eyes was inscrutable. Duo swallowed.
"If I win... you cut your hair."
Duo scowled, rubbing the back of his head thoughtfully. "Stakes are a little high for a novice, don't you think, Heero?"
Heero shrugged.
"Fine," Duo said, grinning. "If I win... I get to kiss you."
"Nani?!"
"You heard me."
Heero scowled. "Why?"
"Because I want to." Duo's grin widened.
"... Fine."
~*~
*twenty minutes later*
"Kisama!! Omae ur korosu!!!!!!!"
"Eat bullets, you sonuvabitch!"
There was a huge explosion on the screen. Game Over.
"..."
There was a loud silence in the dorm room.
"Well..." Duo blushed. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to make that bet, after all. He hadn't expected to win... and if Heero had won, he had been willing to beg in order to keep his braid. But he hadn't lost. He won.
"So?" Heero asked Duo, who was sitting on the bed. Heero was sitting in his revolving desk chair, and spun around to face Duo.
Duo averted his gaze, cheeks burning. "It's okay, Heero, if you don't want to. I was just... you know... joking around. I just wanted to jerk your chain a little..."
Heero glared at him, then got to his feet, and before Duo could do anything, he had pushed the American flat on his back over the bed, legs dangling over the edge. Heero leaned over the bed and rocked his hips into the braided pilot's, one leg on either side of Duo's.
He held himself up with one palm on the comforter, the other coming to brush the bangs back from Duo's face.
Heero's lips came down to meet Duo's, gently at first, then more hungrily. The American's hand loosened, the controller falling to the floor. Duo's hands came up on either side of Heero's neck to bury themselves in the Japanese boy's hair.
When Heero drew back to breathe, breath ghosting over Duo's cheeks. Duo's breath was ragged beneath his, eyes lazy with lust and half-shut. Duo's hands were still stroking the hair at the nape of Heero's neck, gently.
When Heero spoke again, his gaze was feral and his voice was barely a whisper.
"Double or nothing."
OWARI
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