Author: Zazu
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sap
Pairings: 1+2+1
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.
Note: Not beta-read. In order not to break my streak of fic-posting just yet, I was inspired by t_shirt1x2's art, titled "Hiiro in Blue". You can see it on her lj here. Heero looks so good in it I want to hug him XD but then I value my life. So I wrote a little short bit for it, and t_shirt didn't mind my posting it here or linking her picture. Leave her a comment for the pretty art! Thanks, t_shirt!
Heero in Blue
He used to wonder how things would be after the war. He'd never thought that he would survive, up until he'd met the pilot of Deathscythe who'd shown him that their lives weren't only meant for the war. That they didn't have to die with the war.
He'd thought about how time would pass. What would he do? How would he live? It wasn't something he could fathom; he was a bred killer, trained to fight from his earliest memories.
Heero had never thought that he could be in a peace keeping force. Before, it'd been about fighting under orders, until they'd gone and defied them, leaving him to question what exactly he was doing. But then Duo had explained their importance in peace keeping, and the various ways in which it could be done.
But jobs aside, Heero had never thought he'd have a home. A place to live, a place that was his, a place he could always go back to. But not just that, a family he could go back to. Back to, at the end of the day, or the end of a mission, to someone who loved him despite his flaws, despite who he was, who he had been.
He could hear movements from the bed, a soft sound of bedsprings as a body got out of it. He waited until a hand tangled with his before he looked up at the groggy violet eyes that he loved.
"What are you thinking about?" His lover, his family, asked after a yawn.
"The peace. Life as it is. You." He shifted on the window seat until he was sitting properly, and pulled his lover in between his legs. He rest his head against the bare chest; the skin was warm from sleep. "Are you happy, Duo?"
Duo's hands thread through his hair. "You bet," he murmured. "But I'd be happier if you came back to bed with me. Even though your profile looked really good against the window like that and I could have kept staring at you forever."
Heero lifted his head and smiled before standing, and he allowed Duo to lead him back to the welcoming bed, where he proceeded to kiss his lover and make love to him slowly, with all the time in the world, with the peace they'd fought for and won, and with the war far behind them.
OWARI
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