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.
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Steel
Why did I save him? It's hard to shoot someone so... ridiculous... and brave. I don't know how he could grin like that, or why he thought I'd be the one to shoot him in the end. What was his reasoning for that belief? I can only think that he was ready to have someone eliminate him. He knew his worth. He knew how many secrets he held that torture would eventually pry out of him. Even the strongest man wasn't proof against pain. Maybe he thought that only I had the skill to reach him, locked down in the depths of an Oz cell?
We hid from heat sensors sandwiched between hot vents in an industrial complex. My skin was burning and sweat was beading his pale, bruised face, but it was survivable... for short periods of time.I spent that time working out our escape, knowing that we needed a shuttle and, eventually, a doctor. Duo spent the time passed out, sprawled half in my lap, and breathing in a way that let me know that his ribs were broken and that he was not going to be contributing much to our escape.
I remember how he had looked on the vidscreen, hanging between guards, and I wondered how much of his injuries were due to his battle before capture or the treatment of the enemy. I could see the marks of fists, but also deep bruising from impacts. He looked so young, but I knew he wasn't any younger than I was. Still, that face might have made grown men pause and treat him better than an adult. I doubted that they had given him the full 'treatment' because of it and that it may have saved any secrets he held.
"Bastard," Duo muttered and stirred a little. "I'm tough enough... your tests are candy ass..."
I blinked, puzzling that out, and then decided that he was talking about his training, perhaps the man who had been his trainer? They had locked me in a metal box for two days, under intense heat, as part of my training. Maybe he had gone through the same test?
Purple eyes rolled open and looked at me blearily. I saw sense come into them, an awareness that was feral and dangerous before a grin hid it. "Heero?" I grunted in reply, not responding to the obvious. "Did we end up in hell together?" He wondered and his grin widened at my confusion."Can't think of a nicer person to end up with."
That made me start. His eyes slid shut again, with a grimace of pain that smoothed out as he passed back into unconsciousness, and it was then that I found myself holding him, as if he might suddenly leave me. I forced my grip to relax, but I couldn't relax the sudden grip of emotion that had squeezed my heart, and I suddenly knew why I had ignored all of my training to save Duo Maxwell. Bravery, yes, and sheer idiocy, had made me lower my gun, but an attraction, a strong one within me, had saved his life. I had feelings for Duo Maxwell, another boy, a soldier that I was, by all rites, supposed to treat as distantly as the enemy. Trust no one. Work alone. Eliminate all threats.
I touched that bruised, rounded cheek, that ridiculous length of lips that always made him look as if he were smiling, and that foolish, long braid, and knew that he had made a place inside that hard, emotionless exterior that I had made around me and, that no matter what happened, I would never get him out again.
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