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Thirty second Gundam Wing.
I Don't own them and don't make any money off of them. Warning: Male/Male sex, language, sexual descriptions and situations.
1x2
Knowing Home
Yeah, this is home, probably for the rest of my life. I took over the scrap
business with my little 'war pension' that Relena so generously dolled out to
all the guys, and it's been going good. Hilde helped out, but she's a crack
pilot and an adrenaline junky. You can't hold a girl like that to a nine to
five job hauling around scrap metal. She bailed on me after a few months, but
that's okay. I can run things without her. Me, I've had enough excitement to
last me a couple of lifetimes. I want security;knowing where my meals are coming
from and where the roof over my head is going to be each night.
Scrap people get a bad rap. My place isn't a junkyard. It's neat bins and well kept records. My house isn't a shack on the corner of a fence either. It's a great modular job, with a bit of green for a yard, and some nice comforts inside. Home had wall to wall carpet, a sound system, and a rec room. Yeah, more than I ever dreamed of having, and that's what really made it my home. My place. My square of the universe. You can see why I never wanted to leave it, and why I felt so strongly about it. If something can complete your life, my business and my house did.
"Duo?"
I whirled, scrap sliding under my feet. A hand steadied me under my elbow and I followed it to where Heero was standing beside me. Dressed in jeans and a t shirt, he looked the same as ever, but that nervous look under his messy chocolate hair was new.
"Heero?" I grinned and felt... can your universe suddenly expand? I felt like I had put myself in a closet and told myself, 'this is everything'. I was suddenly, very acutely aware, that I had been lying to myself.
"Duo," Heero tried again, as he lowered his hand and shifted a duffel bag more comfortably."I need a place to stay. Would you mind...?"
I had a thousand questions, I didn't ask any of them. The look in his eyes was intense and needy, they were eating me up, searching my face and telling me what I didn't dare ask. He wasn't just asking for a roof over his head. He was asking... for me.
Home. I laughed. He looked hurt until I grabbed him into a hug, slapped his shoulder, and then tugged him towards my house. "Of course you can stay, Bone Head. As long as you like... even longer."
He smiled and let me pull him along. My home wasn't a scrap yard or a nice modular with a killer sound system. My home, my universe, was in my hands and he was going to stay there.
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