Author: PlaidDragon
Pairings: 1+2
Warnings: Shonen ai, OC
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its original characters do not belong to me.
This is what happens when I allow the muses to run loose in the backyard under the sprinklers.
Original characters belong to me; Duo, unfortunately, does not. But he might, after I take over the world. Story is already mine. You all know who I am; still the dragon, still plaid, still purple. A bit more ragged round the edges. No rating/warning. If this offends anyone, they need a life more than I do. And, boy, do I need a life.
Thoughts in a Coffee House (or Reading Duo Maxwell)
The young man in black chose a table near the rear door and sat with his back to the wall. He had a cup of black coffee in front of him, and was reading a book on elementary physics. His neat chestnut braid hung over his right shoulder and pooled in his lap. His shaggy bangs curtained most of his attractive face. Occasionally, he glanced up, looking toward the front of the room. Perhaps he was waiting for someone.
~*~
"What would you like?" asked the tall dark-haired man of his companion.
"My... So many choices... Something chocolate, I think. I'm overdue for my fix."
The dark-haired man smiled indulgently. "Chocolate it is. Why don't you choose a table, I know you're tired."
His companion leaned against him briefly, then sought out a table against the wall, from which he could people-watch. Relaxing into the chair, he sighed and shrugged the heavy jacket off his shoulders. It had been a long day; he was glad to relax.
Not a large crowd, good. He enjoyed watching people but not being crowded by them.
His handsome companion joined him, setting before him a frozen concoction of coffee, chocolate and ice cream, topped with whipped cream.
"Oh heavenly," he breathed.
His friend/lover/partner just smiled, taking proprietary pleasure in his bliss.
::You're being watched, Gay.::
::Which one?::
::At the back, by the door. The lovely little thing in black.::
::Hm. I wonder why he's watching me. I'm not that noticeable, am I?:: He had made a concerted effort to choose clothing that would allow him to blend into the local population as much as possible.
::You remind him of someone.::
::I do?::
::Your hair, your eyes, the way you carry yourself. Your air of confidence and control. You remind him of someone he's close to.::
::A lover? He hardly looks old enough for that.::
::He's very young, but he's not a boy. Hasn't been a boy for several lifetimes...::
::Ah. I wish I could cut through their static the way you do, Tanqier.::
A smile, silver and violet and blue, caressing an intimate level of his mind.
::It's the luck of genetics, my Lord...::
::He's very pretty, in a dangerous way.::
::Oh, very dangerous.::
::Do I detect a hand weapon under his jacket?::
::And knives up his sleeves and a small caliber automatic in his left boot.::
::A heavily armed child. What will these people think of next?::
::Not a child; a soldier.::
::?::
::He has incredible skills and talents. He is a weapon, above and beyond anything he carries or uses. He has been force-trained, as a pilot of one of those enormous fighting robots, as a cracker, an explosives specialist, a terrorist. He is almost a one-man army.::
::Amazing! But why would anyone put such a child into the middle of a war?::
::Size, quickness, ability to learn, any number of reasons. And the obvious one: who would suspect such a lovely, fragile boy of being a dangerous weapon.::
::He is lovely...::
::His hair is exquisite.::
::Indeed. I don't believe I've ever seen a man with hair that long. It must reach his knees when he stands.::
::Yes. One of his secret joys is taking his hair down for his lover.::
::Hmm... Qi, have you ever thought of braiding your hair?::
::So that you can take it down?::
::Mmhmm.::
::He's watching us.::
::Ah. Does he feel...?::
::Possibly. He has a heightened sensitivity. Possibly natural, possibly induced by his life and training.::
::Are you flirting with him?::
::A bit. Oh. He's wondering what I use on my hair!::
::Should I tell him that it's all natural?::
::Cheeky!::
::What else?::
::He thinks I'm gorgeous.::
::Naturally.::
::He's comparing me to someone named Kurama... Or Aya... Ah, fictional characters with startlingly red hair. And they have violet eyes.::
::Yours are blue.::
::Blue-violet, my love.::
::Mostly blue; you take after Chris more than Ceir.::
::Are we debating my eye color?::
::Yes.::
::Princely swine.::
::Mmm... I love it when you talk dirty.::
::You seldom give me a chance to talk at all...::
::Only because you are so good.::
::I was at the top of my class.::
::Yes you were.::
::Hmm. It seems he is also very good.::
::I'm intrigued.::
::And he wishes his hero were here to see me. Hmmm. Ah! His lover is named Heero.::
::And is he?::
::He is to this one. Also a soldier. Wings of an angel. A burning sword.::
::Sounds like religious imagery.::
::He was raised in a religious orphanage, though he has little belief in an all-powerful god.::
::Does he believe in anything? His cause?::
::He believes in Heero. Oh, no wonder he was distracted by you. His Heero is also dark-haired and blue-eyed. Beautiful and terrible, like the angels of the church.::
::Am I beautiful and terrible to you, my love?::
::Galareiche, please! You command my heart and soul; you've no need to fish for compliments!::
::Do you want him?::
::Oh, very much...::
::Shall I...?::
::No. I will control my randyness. He is a soldier on duty, fighting for a just cause. I'll not interfere in that. Besides, he's only fifteen, much too young for me.::
::Too young to be a soldier, no matter how righteous the cause.::
::Yes...::
::Are you rested? Shall we go now?::
::In a moment...::
~*~
The young man in black looked up warily, as the stunning red-haired man crossed the room to stand beside him.
"Um, can I help you?" he asked cautiously. That claret-colored hair... ::Crap, he's more gorgeous than I thought! And that hair! That's gotta come out of a bottle.::
The elegant, otherworldly man leaned down to murmur softly. "It's my own color, but thank you anyway. And you are very beautiful and very desirable yourself. If your Heero doesn't know it now, he will eventually." And he brushed his lips over the young man's temple. "Take care, Duo."
Duo Maxwell blinked in astonishment. The man -- both men -- were gone.
"How the hell," he muttered to himself, "did he know..." He shivered slightly. "Hurry up, Heero. We've got things to talk about."
::Weird things...::
OWARI
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