Fiction: Gundam Wing - Static.
Written for the 15minuteficlets
Title: Static
Characters: Heero and Duo - Gundam Wing.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
The word for this challenge is Thunderous.
The moment was a charged, prickling slide against his skin. He felt the air in his lungs as it turned into a static charge of energy and clogged his throat so he was unable to take another breath.
Heero hadn’t seen Duo Maxwell in over three months and before then it had been a subdued goodbye, a farewell gesture as they’d been parting ways for separate missions within the hour. Three months of battle, of fighting and winning and running anyway because even though he had won he still needed to be around to fight again.
He’d stumbled out of Wing, wobbled across the hanger floor to the door at the far end and found the nearest room with something soft and horizontal. He hadn’t expected Duo to be in there, waiting for him.
The room was dark and all Heero could pick out was the glint of the light from the corridor as it reflected in Duo’s eyes.
Duo didn’t say a word, but stood instead and strode towards him. The brush of skin as the back of Duo’s hand stroked his arm set off goose pimples along the length of his spine. Duo spoke and his voice, although little more than a whisper, rocked the base and tilted Heero’s axis a kilter.
“I leave tomorrow.”
Heero wanted to reply but the rarified air in his lungs wouldn’t let him. He wasn’t sure just when he’d taken a step into the room but as Duo passed him by and stood in the frame of the doorway he felt the shadow against his skin almost as a physical thing. It held him immobile, frozen in the muted yellow light, unable even to turn or speak.
Whether it had been the sight of Duo, or just the fact that after so long the touch of another person had made him feel somehow personal again after fighting alone and healing alone, but when the door closed behind him with a sharp snick he found himself free to follow, to at least say something back to Duo, before the opportunity was lost.
The hand had grasped his own before it had even made it halfway to the door handle. In the pitch darkness Duo’s voice carried again, a thrumming presence despite the lack of volume, or perhaps because of it, as Heero felt the voice reverberate through his chest from the sudden contact of another body pressed up hard against his own.
It crackled against his chest, his throat, his pulse, pushing warm, moist air against his lips before it was followed by something firmer. It was inevitable, like the thunder follows the lightning. “Kiss me.”
And Heero could do nothing but obey.
Title: Static
Characters: Heero and Duo - Gundam Wing.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
The word for this challenge is Thunderous.
The moment was a charged, prickling slide against his skin. He felt the air in his lungs as it turned into a static charge of energy and clogged his throat so he was unable to take another breath.
Heero hadn’t seen Duo Maxwell in over three months and before then it had been a subdued goodbye, a farewell gesture as they’d been parting ways for separate missions within the hour. Three months of battle, of fighting and winning and running anyway because even though he had won he still needed to be around to fight again.
He’d stumbled out of Wing, wobbled across the hanger floor to the door at the far end and found the nearest room with something soft and horizontal. He hadn’t expected Duo to be in there, waiting for him.
The room was dark and all Heero could pick out was the glint of the light from the corridor as it reflected in Duo’s eyes.
Duo didn’t say a word, but stood instead and strode towards him. The brush of skin as the back of Duo’s hand stroked his arm set off goose pimples along the length of his spine. Duo spoke and his voice, although little more than a whisper, rocked the base and tilted Heero’s axis a kilter.
“I leave tomorrow.”
Heero wanted to reply but the rarified air in his lungs wouldn’t let him. He wasn’t sure just when he’d taken a step into the room but as Duo passed him by and stood in the frame of the doorway he felt the shadow against his skin almost as a physical thing. It held him immobile, frozen in the muted yellow light, unable even to turn or speak.
Whether it had been the sight of Duo, or just the fact that after so long the touch of another person had made him feel somehow personal again after fighting alone and healing alone, but when the door closed behind him with a sharp snick he found himself free to follow, to at least say something back to Duo, before the opportunity was lost.
The hand had grasped his own before it had even made it halfway to the door handle. In the pitch darkness Duo’s voice carried again, a thrumming presence despite the lack of volume, or perhaps because of it, as Heero felt the voice reverberate through his chest from the sudden contact of another body pressed up hard against his own.
It crackled against his chest, his throat, his pulse, pushing warm, moist air against his lips before it was followed by something firmer. It was inevitable, like the thunder follows the lightning. “Kiss me.”
And Heero could do nothing but obey.