Opposites

by Kracken

 

Opposites

1x2

Disclaimer:I don't own them and I don't make any money off of them.
Warning:Male/male sex. Fluff


"He fell asleep in my office," Une told Heero nervously.

Heero shuffled papers into a stack as he considered that statement, and then tossed them into his out box on his desk. Frowning, he shrugged and replied, "So, wake him up."

Une glared over her glasses at him. "If it were that simple, why do you imagine that I would be standing here, Agent Yuy?"

"Armed?" Heero guessed and became worried, understanding the complications if that were so.
"Agent Maxwell has just returned from a dangerous mission," Une explained now that she was certain that Heero was taking her seriously. "I don't have any doubt that he is still armed and on a hair trigger. During his debriefing, he began to nod off. I offered coffee, but I was unable to page my secretary. When I left to get the coffee myself, I returned to find him stretched out, asleep, on my office couch. He is used to your presence. I think that you will have more success waking him, without violent consequences."

He and Duo were friends, close friends, Heero thought, but he had never considered his presence, or even his voice, a calming influence in Duo's life. Always insisting on protocol and thoughtful planning, Heero's 'flying by the seat of his pants' fellow agent, and friend, had always been vocal in his exasperation. Still, the thought of someone else facing potential hazard, and the slim chance that Duo might be the one to come to harm, had Heero out of his chair and following Une without further question.

Heero passed fellow agents huddled in the hallway, far from the door to Une's office. They eyed him as if he might, possibly, be going to his death. It was a sobering thought. It wasn't unusual for ex soldiers, such as themselves, to shoot friend and foe alike in a moment of startled confusion. They had learned that being off their guard, asleep or simply relaxing, required a certain level of security and safe guards. It was a sign of just how exhausted Duo was, that he had forgotten them.

"Shall I issue you a flack jacket?" Une suggested in a low tone of voice.

Heero motioned for her to stop yards away from her office door. The walls were thin. Any shot from Duo would penetrate easily.

"Duo won't aim for the heart," Heero informed her. "He favors shooting between the eyes."

Une looked uncomfortable with that calmly stated fact. "A helmet?" she persisted, not liking to send one of her agents into danger with so little protection.

Heero shook his head. "His gun has armor buster bullets."

She scowled in anger, fists clenching as she hissed, "Those are not authorized by Preventers!"

"Neither is his gun... or mine," Heero growled back, "But you know the missions that we take. We require them."

Une gritted her teeth, but then swore, "We'll talk about this later, Agent Yuy."

Heero sighed inwardly, but he suspected that she had already known that men, with pasts such as theirs, wouldn't stick to regulations. It was probably something that she hadn't wanted acknowledged. He doubted that she had wanted the entire organization to witness just how dangerous and unstable her top special agents could be either.

Heero cautiously peered around the doorway. Duo was indeed sprawled out on the couch, one leg hanging over the edge and one arm thrown wide in abandon. The other... his hand was tucked into his open flight suit, likely holding on to the butt of his gun hidden there.

Heero couldn't help a small smile as he ran eyes over his handsome friend, though the dark circles under Duo's sleeping eyes worried him. Under the open flight suit, Duo wore a dirty wifebeater that defined a broad chest and a slim waist. His cross, on its golden chain, was pooled on his heart, and it moved up and down, winking, as he breathed steadily. His hair was coming out of its braid, and that trail of cinnamon brown snaked around the curve of his strong arm. Lean and tightly muscled, that arm seemed a work of art all it's own, masculine and strong, and well capable of pulling that gun out and firing in a flash, before senses could register the identity of the target.

Deep inside, Heero had harbored feelings for Duo, feelings that he had kept to himself. Friendship had been enough, while they had grown older and more confident in their new lives, but voices all around them had questioned that friendship in that time, had pointed out, again and again, that oil and water didn't mix, that two people, so apposed in personality and lifestyles, couldn't be more than that. It had been easy to believe, especially when Duo had began to take more and more field assignments, and their friendship had thinned with distance.

Seeing him now, though, asleep, vulnerable, and needing Heero to nudge him into a sane wakefulness, caused those feelings to stir again. Those feelings ignored logic and ignored peril. They only saw someone he cared about, someone Heero wanted so much more from.

"Duo," Heero whispered, very faintly, as he stepped into the room.

Duo's face twitched.

"Duo?" Heero called again as he took another step forward, every muscle tensed for action.

Duo's hand, inside his flight suit, tensed.

Yet another step. "Duo, time to wake up."

Duo groaned suddenly and stretched. His hand came out of his flight suit and a laminated photo tumbled out of a hidden pocket. It slid along Duo's chest, over his other arm, and onto the floor, face up, as he stirred and began to sit up groggily.

"Heero?" Duo said muzzily.

Heero stared at the photo as something in his chest tightened painfully. The photo was old and well worn, smudged with dirt and what might have been bits of dried blood. It look as if it had traveled on many missions with Duo.

Duo's eyes finally registered some sense as he stared at Heero. "What are you doing in my room...." Duo began, but then he came to a wild conclusion in his confusion. His words began frantically tumbling over themselves as he tried to apologize.

"Look! I was drunk! Really drunk! I didn't mean... I mean... yeah, maybe I wanted too, but I didn't do it on purpose. Crap! That's not what I wanted to say! You know what I'm like after a few beers, Heero... shit! I'm really sorry.... Hey!" Duo scowled, something occurring to his still exhausted mind. "It's not like I can force you! You're freakin' stronger than me! You are not blaming me for this one. If you ended up in bed with me, it's your own damned fault!" Duo rubbed at his face in confusion, "Not that I knew you were gay..." he continued, "or that you wanted... hell...." Duo trailed off uncertainly and then took in his surroundings.

"What the hell?!" Duo's brain had finally registered that he was in Une's office. "Shit." Was the only coherent word that he could manage after that, his face coloring an interesting shade of red.

Heero bent and picked up the photo. "You have... a picture... of me?"

Duo carefully took it back, smoothed it between his hands, and then stared down at it, as if he couldn't bring himself to look at Heero. "Guess it's no good lying," he replied. "I kind of... really... like you, okay? I know you don't, so I was trying to get some space between us, taking these missions, but... I couldn't get away from you completely." He squared his shoulders. "I guess you can murder me now. "

Heero reached out and smoothed a hand along Duo's cheek. Duo flinched as if expecting a blow. When Heero's hand trailed to Duo's jaw, took hold of it gently, and tilted it up, Duo was forced to look at him with worried eyes.

Heero leaned very close and seized a small kiss. Duo's eyes widened. Heero was unsure, tentative in his movements, not at all practiced in matters that didn't involve guns and bombs. "I think," Heero said, "that we should talk about this... in another place."

Duo swallowed, shivered a little, and then nodded. "Yeah, I want to." He peered towards the door. "Why do I have the feeling that there's a swat team out there, ready to take me out?"

"Because there is?" Heero replied in all seriousness.

"Guy can't even take a nap," Duo grumbled, chagrined, but he stood with only a little unsteadiness and began zipping up his flight suit. Heero stopped him to slip the photo back into it's hidden pocket. He patted a hand over it, then, and Duo placed a calloused hand over his, suddenly holding on tight.

"This is good, isn't it?" Duo asked, unsure. "You know what everyone's been saying...?"

Heero nodded. "Oil and water," he replied, but then shrugged as he added, "but maybe that's not what we are. Maybe we're blood and water?"

"Guns and bullets?" Duo supplied with a chuckle.

"Jets and fuel?" Heero returned.

Duo thought and then grinned. "Heero and Duo. We just go together, 'nuff said."

Heero nodded with a smirk and called out, before they stepped into the hallway "All clear!"

Duo leaned into him, "Yeah," he repeated, giving it a new meaning. "All clear and ready for take off."

The End



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