All's Fair in Love, War, and Killing Zombies - GW
Title: All's Fair in Love, War, and Killing Zombies
Author: elsie21
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Characters/pairing: Heero Yuy/Duo Maxwell
Rating: PG
Warnings: AU
Word count: 531
Notes: Written for the 7snogs theme #2 "jealousy"; part 3 in a 7 part series, and yes, I know that Dead Rising doesn't come out until May (at least for the XBox) but I didn't want to wait until then to post. =)
Disclaimer: The characters of Gundam Wing to do not belong to me and are used without permission for fun, not profit.
Part 1: Sunny Side Up
Part 2: Two Peas
He was beginning to really hate Frank West.
It was his own fault for introducing Heero to Dead Rising and the joys of animated bloody combat. The turning point had been when Heero had discovered he could use a cash register as part of his arsenal against the relentless swarm of zombies.
Duo was tempted to trip the circuit breaker just to get Heero to remember that there was more in Duo's apartment than a video game console and a flat screen TV.
Although the graphics were impressive, Duo pulled his feet up onto the sofa and turned to watch Heero instead. On screen, Frank West was using a street sign as a scythe, but it was the little furrow between Heero's brows that Duo found most interesting, and the way his lips would split into a grin when he found a new, more interesting weapon to use.
It was the way he looked years younger, so different from the normally serious Heero that he'd gotten to know. Immaturity and Heero Yuy were two words he'd never have put together before, but despite his annoyance with his own success in convincing Heero that video games were fun - he couldn't get angry.
He could, however, reach out and trace a fingertip along the shell of Heero's ear.
It was almost disappointing the way Heero responded, tipping his head toward the opposite shoulder and not taking his eyes from the screen. Duo licked his lips as Heero leaned forward, his fingers dancing over the controller. If that was a challenge, it was one he willingly accepted.
He arched his back over the arm of the sofa and yawned, stretching out one foot and sliding it behind Heero where he could feel the warmth of his derriere through the sock. He waited five seconds before wiggling his toes.
Heero was good, Duo noted. He didn't even flinch that time.
Duo lifted his foot and it took him three tries to get it under the back of Heero's shirt. When he traced the curve of Heero's spine, he got a reaction, but Heero still didn't turn to look at him.
This game was far more interesting than the one he'd paid sixty dollars for.
He removed his foot from Heero's shirt and waited. He knew what he wanted to do next, but he hesitated before carrying out the next stage of his plan, and in the end he chickened out and rested his foot on Heero's thigh instead.
He could feel Heero's muscles flex and thought that either video games provided more of a workout than they'd been given credit for, or he'd scored another hit on the Heero-meter.
Duo pulled his foot back and crossed his legs. He'd never noticed that Heero had a small freckle on his left earlobe. He leaned forward to get a closer look, and he felt triumphant when Heero shuddered as Duo's breath teased the inside of his ear.
He hadn't expected such a sudden victory, but he wasn't about to complain when Heero turned and fused his mouth to Duo's. He relaxed into the kiss right away, letting his fingers twine around Heero's hair.
Screw Frank West.
Part 4: Giraffe on Fire