Colors Arc

Author: Zazu

Rating: G to NC-17

Warnings: some contain lemons!!

Pairings: various

Summary: This is a series of drabbles all based on colors, and all dedicated to Clare (fancyfigures). Not beta-read.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, nor do I own the characters. I have borrowed them here for some fun and creativity, and this is not for profit. I do, however, own the plot mentioned here, and any instances that you may find similar to real life events are purely a coincidence. All of the characters depicted in this story are adults.

Bronze Silver Yellow Blue #1 Green Red Blue #2

Colors Arc

Bronze like the medal Quatre got after a violin competition. Only when Trowa gave him a consolation prize (against the front door of their hotel suite), Quatre realized that he definitely scored a gold in something else, like vocal appreciation, only Trowa wasn't quite as willing to share that talent with anyone else.

But Quatre didn't mind; he'd give Trowa a gold for kissing him into silence.

Silver. Good thing it was just that; the cell phone's front display reflected the image of his lover seated beside him as they waited for the bus. He didn't even have to actually make eye contact with said lover and be frowned upon for staring.

"I can see you, you know?"

Duo looked up. "I'm sitting right beside you. Of course you can see me," he answered, a little confused by the comment.

Heero shook his head, a hint of a smirk on his lips. When Duo thought Heero had turned away, he looked down at his phone again, tilting it to the certain angle that let him see Heero's face.

He smiled a little, his cheeks warmed when he made eye contact on the silver edge of the display screen with Heero's beautiful cobalt eyes.

"Bus is here," Heero nudged him before standing. Duo followed, slipping his phone into his pocket, smile still in place.

Duo sighed as Heero pulled back from the kiss. He shifted, pulling Heero back against him to press their lips together again. A leg pushed against his until he parted his legs, straddling the offered appendage. A slow shift of his hips had him wondering whether he was teasing Heero, or himself.

"Bedroom," he mumbled against lips he wanted all over him.

"Mm," came the response as the body leaned a little harder against him. Hands guided Duo's from the shirt Duo was holding, bringing them around the solid, warm body. Duo hugged Heero for a moment before slipping his hands down into the back pockets of Heero's jeans, grabbing boldly and pulling hips to his own. He moaned.

"Bedroom," he said again.

There was a sigh and with another grind and kiss the body parted from his. Duo blinked open his eyes as his hands were removed from the snug pockets. "Heero?"

Heero bent down with a sigh. "Hang on,"

"Wha-" Duo stared for a moment, then chuckled. As soon as Heero straightened, he slid his hand behind Heero's neck to pull him close. "You need to learn to strip a little quicker, Yuy, and that means all garments and not just your shirt and pants."

Heero bit back a groan as Duo's other hand deftly flicked open the button of his jeans and slid the zipper down. Duo had a way of doing that while teasing him; he'd use his index and middle finger to lower the zipper while pressing his thumb firmly against the bulge there, teasing in a way that drew Heero crazy.

"Bedroom and I'm not saying it again," Duo growled. "Now." With a quick grope of the hardness after he'd lowered the zipper, he pulled away, moving backwards and teasing Heero by removing his own shirt, showing off his washboard abs. Heero followed eagerly, not noticing as Duo shot a glare at the item that had paused their foreplay.

If Heero didn't learn to toe out of them without undoing the laces...

Those yellow sneakers would have to go.

Duo was sure that one of the best non-sexual feelings one could have was to wake up and stretch. Especially if one liked to sleep a little curled like he did. Regardless of that, though, Duo knew that he loved someone very much if he were willing to miss, or at least delay, that good feeling for the sake of letting the one he loved to continue sleeping and wake up in his own time.

His eyes remained closed as he catalogued the situation today. This morning, he was particularly bothered; his lover's hair was tickling his nose. His own shoulder was tired since he was on his side and he wished he could roll over onto his back, or stomach. The arm he had been sleeping on, since his lover liked to hold him, was digging uncomfortably against his spine for some reason. His lover's other hand was dangerously close to his groin; it actually rested slack against the waistband of his boxers and the thumb had actually slipped under it. Even as he thought about it, his cock twitched a little, morning wood and all of that a ninety-five percent possibility because Duo just couldn't ever resist his lover.

The leg tucked between his own wasn't helping either.

But most importantly, his lover was sleeping peacefully and Duo wouldn't do anything to ruin that. The gentle breathing soothed him, his lover's body warm next to him and oblivious to everything but his own dreams. This was a state that never lasted very long; Duo amended his own thoughts -- his lover was obviously to everything but his own dreams and Duo's presence.

As if on cue to his thoughts, the body stirred. He never moved right when he woke up; it was too deeply ingrained that he had to catalogue everything he could smell, hear and feel before moving. But Duo knew how to tell the way the steady breathing gave that slight hitch; it was something that perhaps wasn't easy to catch for most people.

The leg slid between his as it straightened and the hair tickling Duo's nose pressed closer for a moment before pulling back. It was disappointing, but the hand at his waist drifted up to pull the covers from Duo, the hand tucking them just by his shoulder before the hand cupped his jaw.

"Is there a reason you like to feign sleep?"

Duo loved that groggy-voice. He opened his eyes to stare into the deep blue he loved.

"No one said I liked to feign sleep. I just like to keep my eyes closed."

"Why?" A nose touched Duo's briefly, rubbing for a moment before pulling back to look at Duo.

"Because," Duo murmured, lips twitching into a little smile. "The first thing I like to see are your beautiful eyes, Heero." The best feeling was actually the one that he didn't know the name to; it rushed through him whenever he looked into Heero's cobalt blue eyes.

There was a small smile on Heero's lips. "Your eyes are beautiful," he countered.

"We could argue that forever," Duo said as he finally rolled onto his back and stretched. A couple of joints popped and he sighed happily before rolling onto his side once more. "Any chance that I could...distract you from that debate?" Duo asked, pressing his hips closer to Heero's.

"Mm," Heero hummed, his hand sliding over Duo's waist to rest against the small of his back so he could hold Duo close. He rubbed his own groin enticingly against Duo's hardness. "That all for me? It will distract me for sure."

"Let's get to it, lover boy," Duo nuzzled Heero's neck and nipped.

The body rolled over, pushing Duo onto his back. Hips pressed together as Heero lifted his upper body up so he could see Duo. Amethyst eyes met cobalt blue orbs, and the two smiled at each other for a moment before Heero brushed his nose against Duo's again, leaving their proximity too close to see each other's eyes clearly.

"Let's distract, then," Heero murmured.

Duo laughed and boldly slid his hands down Heero's boxers to cup the round globes he found there.

"I knew I loved you for these great ideas."

"You came up with this idea," Heero said as he kissed Duo's ear. "And I'll show you something else to love me for."

Duo arched under Heero, one hand sliding out from the boxers, drifting up Heero's back and into his hair.

"Already do, Heero," he said, gasping as Heero's tongue tickled inside his ear.

"Your body and all of you, inside and out."

He could feel Heero's smile against his ear. "How about what comes from inside of me to the inside of you?"

Duo laughed, rolling to reverse their positions so he could return the ear-tickling favor to Heero. "Oh, Heero, you naughty, naughty thing."

This time, he could feel Heero's smirk against his jaw.

Duo knew then, that he wouldn't trade this for the world.

He turned onto his other side to face his lover, whose hair was even more of a mess after a sleeping a few hours. Unable to resist, Duo pushed himself up until he was hovering over Heero before sliding his hand into the soft hair he loved to touch. He smiled a little, thinking of how they both had a fetish for each other's hair.

Heero's head leaned into his hand and sleepy blue eyes blinked open. Sitting back on Heero's thighs, Duo slid his hands down Heero's body to the hem of his green tank top before pushing it up, letting his finger trips trail up Heero's side. The man beneath him shivered deliciously, back arching so the shirt would ride up. Leaning down, Duo dropped a kiss on each nipple before nibbling from one clavicle over to the other. Heero's hands rest over his back, rubbing gentle circles, and Duo skipped over the bunched, green material to place open-mouthed kisses up along the side of Heero's neck. The hands on his back slid down, fingers wormed just under the elastic of his boxers as Duo reached the spot behind Heero's ear and licked. He shifted a little so he could press his groin against Heero's as he spoke softly into Heero's ear.

"Good morning."

He found himself on his back and Heero pressed his own hip down against Duo's. His tank top slid down, covering his body again, and Duo wasted no time reversing that effect, pulling it from Heero's body completely. The material had just left Heero's hand when Heero grabbed it, pulling it and Duo's hand down by Duo's head as he leaned down to touch their noses together. Their fingers interlaced through the green material and Heero smiled.

"Good morning to you too," he murmured before brushing his lips against Duo's.

"Mm, tell me you'll do more than that?" Duo asked, squeezing Heero's fingers. Heero released Duo's hand and pulled at the tanktop before tossing it towards the end of the bed. His hands slid down Duo's body and then up, fingers trailing Duo's skin as he lifted the t-shirt up while returning the favour of the brief tickle.

"Oh, much more than that," Heero said as Duo lifted himself to rid the shirt. "So let's start with letting your shirt," he said, dropping a kiss to each of Duo's nipples. "Join mine." He tossed it towards his own tank top.

Duo's shirt wasn't the only article of clothing to join that green tank top... but heck if Duo wasn't more distracted to by the always-unbelievable feeling of being joined with Heero.

The first time Heero had seen Duo wear anything but black with a touch of white was when they had ended up at the same private school and changed into the required gym uniform. The sleeveless red top showed off Duo's muscles as he moved, and at the time all Heero had thought about was trying to calculate just how strong Duo was, now that his body was hidden away by the folds and shadows of the black, long-sleeved top the other pilot always wore.

Red wasn't particularly a color he liked. It was the color Duo painted on him the first time they had met, and that paint had been at the expense of Heero's life fluid. It wouldn't have killed him, but it had hurt. A lot. Not to mention Duo shot him twice.

The second time he'd seen Duo in red was when Heero had pulled his would-be-lover's pants off and stared as Duo lay back in the sheets, clad in nothing but his hair and the red boxers that set off his muscled, pale body.

He corrected that thought. The third time, he had painted Duo with the color as they kissed and touched each other, inexperienced hands and mouths made up for by enthusiasm. The blush that crossed Duo's cheeks in pleasure as he moaned, as Heero touched him in the most intimate way possible...it was an image that Heero would never forget. He'd gripped Duo to himself so that the pale skin was marked red when he removed his touch, although not bad enough to bruise. He liked turning Duo a little red by teasing him, by exerting him, just by touching him.

As he looked at Duo now, he couldn't help but think that red was a suitable color for the other pilot. As he stared at his sleeping friend and lover, he saw again the hint of red under the black that Duo wore. How long had he been wearing that? Heero wasn't sure but it was the last thing Duo had worn when they saw each other, and seeing as Heero himself was in the hospital now and that Duo looked a little worn, at least a day or two had to have passed.

Duo stirred and came awake instantly when he noticed Heero staring at him. "Hey,"

"Hey," Heero rasped. "You look like hell."

"So do you," Duo said softly. "How are you feeling?"

"Been better," Heero brushed off the question. "How long?"

"You've been out for two days. It's..." Duo glanced at something on the bedside table. "Four in the morning right now. Can I get you anything?"

"A raincheck?" Heero asked.

Duo frowned. "What for?"

"Go get some rest. In a real bed. Wash your clothes, wash yourself up. Wear that when I get out of the hospital."

Duo looked down. "Why?"

Heero squeezed the hand that was holding his; Duo must have been holding his hand for a long time because both hands were warm, but comfortable.

He offered a bit of a smirk.

"So I can strip it from you and see the red shirt you're wearing underneath."

Duo flushed a little. "What's with you and red?"

"You and red," Heero corrected. "Looks...good on you." Heero stared at the blush on Duo's cheeks, recording the image into his memory. "And I will kiss you until your lips are as red as your shirt. Maybe tease you through the red shirt until your skin is flushed red. And-"

"And I think you hit your head too hard," Duo said, covering Heero's mouth with his other hand. He leaned down and kissed Heero's forehead briefly.

"Raincheck it is, perv."

"Go get some rest, Duo," Heero murmured as Duo straightened and removed his hand from Heero's mouth.

"Yea, yea. I'll be back soon then. They say you'll be fine once you wake up."

Heero watched as Duo stretched and headed for the door.

Duo paused and turned slightly. "Hm?"

"Will you wear the red boxers too?"

"Actually." Duo came a little closer and leaned down to whisper. "I don't have them anymore."

"What?" Heero asked, stunned. "Why not?"

Duo chuckled. "You have them, remember? We were rushing the last time, when we learned of this war? You grabbed my boxers. Know what that means? The hospital staff saw you in red boxers when they stripped you to check on you."

Heero groaned. "Great."

"Maybe," Duo's grin was wicked. "Because I...ended up going commando. It was that or your briefs, but they were a little wet with your precome-" Duo's hand drifted down and grazed the partial hard-on Heero had. "Down, boy. The nurse is coming to check on you in about 20 minutes. You don't want this around then."

"Bastard," Heero grumbled.

Duo's grin softened to a small smile. "Glad you're back on this side of life, Heero," he said. He brushed his lips briefly against Heero's. "There's still the aftermath to clean up, but it'll be okay with you here...with me. You are, or will be, right?"

Heero nodded. "Soon as I get rid of this hard on, then this hospital bed, and maybe get your boxers back? Yea."

Duo nodded. "See you soon, Heero."

Heero watched until Duo vanished before he glared down his own body, trying to will his erection away. Duo...wasn't wearing any underwear? Heero groaned silently and tried to stop his wild imagination.

"Mission. Get out of the hospital," he muttered to himself. "Mission accepted...and placed on priority." With a sigh, he closed his eyes and let his tired body lead him back to sleep.

"Heero?" Duo swung the keyring around his index finger. "Are you ready to go? I got the keys already."

"Yea." Heero exited the bedroom, running a hand through his hair.

Duo smiled as Heero approached. The blue shirt Heero wore matched his eyes, and if Duo recalled correctly, it was the first shirt Heero had worn out to dinner with him. He'd spent that dinner mentally drooling over the image Heero had presented, and it was an image that would always remain fresh in Duo's mind. In his opinion, it was the best shirt Heero owned, although the man didn't wear it all that often.

A finger tracing his jaw made him blink, bringing him back to focus.

"Why are you smiling?" Heero asked with a quizzical look.

Duo tugged Heero close and leaned in, kissing the spot below Heero's ear before he answered, "You're wearing my favourite shirt from your wardrobe."

Heero chuckled, reaching up to give a light, affectionate tug to Duo's braid. "I know," he said softly. "Happy Birthday."

Duo pulled back with a sly grin. "So I guess you're my present tonight?"

Heero shrugged a shoulder. "That, and I did say dinner was on me."

Duo let two of his fingers walk up the buttons of Heero's shirt. He undid the top one, then drew his finger from Heero's bared skin up his throat until his finger rest just beneath Heero's chin. "I'll be sure to take great care unwrapping my present...after dinner." He pressed his lips to Heero's, gently kissing his lover.

"Mm," Heero hummed. "I look forward to it."

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