Angel Standing By

Duo. Duo Maxwell, other wise know as Shinigami, the god of death. Once an orphan now a Gundam pilot. He was known to his "friends" as a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, when really he is a man of many masks. Never did you see the real side of him. Never did he reveal his true self. The only time he ever showed you was when he was about to kill you, so obviously, no one ever lived to tell about it. The dark man turned into the entrance of an old motel, not even bothering to look back. Up the stairs to the second floor, and down the hall to the third room. Home. Or at least the closest thing he could have to home in his line of work. He fished in his pocket for something and there was a jingle, a click, and he was gone, in to his room he went

He was encased in darkness for a moment while his eyes focused to the dramatic change. Once accustomed his large, violet eyes frantically searched the quiet room out of habit. "Idiot," he scolded to himself, "No one knows your alive, so there won’t be any danger. "He let out a short breath, akin to a sigh and toed his shoes off by the door. Quickly, he padded on bare feet across the floor to the small bathroom, that was more like a whole in the wall, dropping his coat on the bed along the way. He stripped himself of his shirt in one fluid motion and literally peeled his wet jeans from his legs. His skin felt clammy and his braid dripped rain water down his bare back. The tile was cold under him and he found himself shivering as he bent over the edge of the tub to turn the water on. "A nice hot bath will fix all my problems." Duo said, just to fill the silence. He hated the silence. That’s why he never shut up, even when he was alone

The water splurged out of the shower head and only took a second to heat up. The long haired pilot slipped in under the hot stream and closed his eyes, instantly relaxed. "Nothing could feel better than this," as he said this he got a chill down his spine and a feeling of anothers presence. He spun to face the door, eyes snapping open. No one there. Was that disappointment, or relief on his face? He blinked a few times and wiped his look of puzzlement from his face. Damn imagination. An hour latter he emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam that rolled into the main room like the breath of a dragon. He sat on the bed with a towel around his waist and another in his hands drying his hair. The bed was a king sized mattress. What could he say? He pretty much ran a marathon in his sleep

He was so tiered he felt as though he could fall asleep right then and just worry about his hair in the morning. No, he knew better than that. By morning it world be a mass of knots and frizz. No way was he going to go through that again, it was a night mare. Oh, and he remembered the last time like it was yesterday. All at once the memories came rushing back to him.

"C’mon Duo! Where all really tiered! Why do you have to take so long to do your damned hair?!" yelled a furious Chinese boy with a pony tail, Chang Wufie of 05. Duo just sat there before the five other pilots, brushing his beautiful hair and not paying any heed to their winning. "Goddamn it Duo! I know you hear me, so why don’t ‘cha just answer me?" Wufie called again. Still, no sign from the long haired boy. Then, there was a painful tug on his almost detangled mane and a cry of pain escaped his mouth as he tumbled backwards into his place in the bed. Duo looked over to the side, where the tugging had come from and there was Heero. Heero lay on his back, hands folded over his chest and looking like he was sleeping. "Damnit Heero! That really hurt!" Duo cried as he massaged his aching scalp. "Do your hair in the morning." was the monochromatic reply he got. Duo opened his mouth to protest but the words wouldn’t come out. He ended up just shutting it and rolling over. "Mr. Perfect soldier, thinks he can tell everyone what to dooooo. And if ya don listen he says he’ll kill ya. One of these days Heero, One of these days, you won’t have me to boss around and do all your dirty work!"

Back to today and now. Duo shut his eyes and tried to swallow a lump in his throat that had appeared. A small shaky whisper passed through his lips, "... Heero." While his mind was bringing up the past duo had automatically brushed his hair and braided it. So tiered. I need to sleep. With that he shoved his still wet coat to the floor where it landed with a ‘thud’ and would remain until morning. Slowly, like a sloth, the crawled to his pillow and let sleep overtake him

Sleep wasn’t any better, for his dreams were filled of Heero. Heero laying next to him. Heero, his beautiful Prussian blue eyes starring intently into his own. Heero, licking his lips sensuously. Heero, giving Duo his best come-hither look. Duo’s groin twitched awake and he cried out Heero’s name as he slept. Duo awoke with a start, sweat drenching his entire body and shining in the light of a neon sign outside his window. He looked next to him and then around the room. No one was there just as before. "Why the hell do I feel like there is someone in here other than me?!" he screamed in frustration. The gundam pilot looked around again as if he was expecting an answer. Duo, trying to forget the silence, brought his attention down to his aching member. He still had the towel from earlier around his waist, but he fixed that with a single tug and threw it somewhere in the room. There in all it’s glory stood his erection, pre-cum shining like the sweat on his body

Duo sighed and let his fingers wrap around his pole. He gave a little squeeze that made him gasp with pleasure. There, the eyes he felt before, they were on him again. No Duo, you only wish he was here. Your letting your imagination get the best of you. He began to pump, letting his hand slide up and down his shaft. He moved slowly at first, but then he quickened his pace with need to release. "Heero, Heero, Heero, oh God, Heero!" became a chant as he neared completion. Duo’s mouth fell open in a silent scream of pleasure and he came. White liquid squirted out over his stomach and coated his chest, but as he lay there basking in the after-glow Duo swore he herd someone else gasp. Sure enough when he looked to his left He saw Heero sitting in a chair placed against the wall with his pants unzipped and hand wrapped around his now soft organ

Duo’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, then in embarrassment. He quickly covered himself and blushed a crimson red. Duo looked back at Heero and Heero was looking strait at Duo. Oh my gawd! Oh my gawd! What the hell is he doing here? AND, what is he doing? "H-how long have you been here?" Duo squeaked out. With as much grace as he could have, Heero stood up and began to walk towards Duo. His pants were still open and Duo could see that his member was growing hard again by the second. No. He doesn’t like me! I’m a boy, I couldn’t possibly turn him on..... That’s why I left in the first place. With out getting an answer Duo asked another question, "How did you find me Heero?" He felt really awkward because at that instant Heero stood next to the bed with his crotch so close and so hard that Duo was overwhelmed by lust that his own groin began to tingle with life once more. Again no answer, but Heero bent down towards Duo his face almost touching his and their breaths mingling. Duo was very nervous right then. What the HELL is going on?! Heero seized the braided boys lips in a crushing kiss of saliva mixing and tongue dancing

Heero pulled away and Duo could still taste him on his tongue. Shock. Total and utter shock. It was a battle to be able to say anything, but Duo managed what he could, "My god, Heero. "Heero looked strait in to Duo’s eyes, lust and need begging to be answered. "No Duo," He said at last, "I am not god. I’m only your angel standing by." With that He slid in to bed with the braided pilot and pulled him close. They made love. Pure and simple. ~FIN~

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