Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ A Chance to Fail ❯ A Chance to Fail ( One-Shot )

Title: A Chance to Fail

Author: Sony_Mouse

Pairings: 1x2

Category: Angst

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: language, ANGST, adult content, sap, weird….ect

Archive: At GWAddiction.com, but you can archive it if you want it (just tell me)

Thanks: to Solitude for all her help

Sweat was just beginning to form along Duo's creased brow as he concentrated hard on completing his task. He was leaning hard against the bedroom wall with one hand while he stood hunched over in the dark of his room. All outside noises had long since been forgotten and all that could now be heard was the quickening beats of his heart, and the soft panting that was barely audible even to him.

His one free hand desperately stroked his barely exposed arousal, every movement causing a growing feeling inside his body to expand and quicken, threatening to take over his entire body, but not quite yet.

Duo had learned long ago that from time to time he needed to be able to do just what he was doing now, and as his early pubescent years went by, he needed to do it more and more often. It cleared his mind, released pent up stress, made him less tense, and above all, it felt good.

Over time, the need for privacy had also grown, especially since he was now living in small household with four out of the five pilots, a sort of temporary safe house from the war. He sincerely loved company, but he also needed that time to himself, everyone had their breaking point, and this kept him from reaching his.

Duo began to stroke even harder and faster, his skin becoming extremely flushed and heated as another bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face.

That wonderful feeling inside of him starting to grow faster now, as if a small spark had turned into a bush fire, but he was STILL not quite there yet.

His strokes were now becoming more erratic, anything to get that familiar feeling to grow.

"What are you doing?"

Duo could have screamed and swore all at once, what the hell was someone doing in his room?

"Heero, what the hell are you doing in my room?" Duo asked as calmly as he could, not even bothering to stop his strokes, or look up from his task at hand. "I'm masturbating! Now go away, I'll talk to you later."

Heero looked mildly insulted, a small scowl appearing on his face. "I know you are masturbating, you are just doing it wrong. And I can't leave; I need to talk to you now!"

Duo's head shot up to glare at Heero, only the light from the hallway was illuminating Heero's dark features, but it was more than enough for him to realize Heero was serious.

"Heero, I'd love to talk to you more about the fine art of masturbation, I really would, what a better way to end the weekend, but I'm REALLY busy right now, so why don't you please come back later when I'm not stroking my cock. I'm not requesting you, I'm telling you." Duo then looked back down, completely forgetting that Heero was even there, figuring that the young man would have the common sense to leave him be.

It was for this reason alone that Duo was taken completely by surprise when suddenly a body was pressed tightly up against his back and a strong hand knocked his own away from his swollen penis and took over for him.

Duo had no idea what Heero did at that exact moment, but whatever it was it made that burning fire inside him turn into a supernova.

He screamed.

He'd never screamed before while doing this, but he did now, as if his body was just not capable of holding in the intense wave that ripped through him without any notion of a warning.

Duo didn't know how long he stood there screaming, or how long he felt what he did, but the moment it was over Duo's expression become pained. His entire body failed him as he felt his muscles give way and he slumped to the ground.

Unfamiliar arms caught him and held Duo's motionless body away from the hard floor. The stale silence that had followed was only broken by Duo's deep gasp for air. There was a confused look in his eyes as he searched around him to figure out what the hell had just happened. It didn't take long to reach the right conclusion, and that look of confusion quickly turned into one of anger.

Duo pushed out Heero's arms and straightened himself out. He fixed his jeans while he watched cautiously as Heero stood up straight beside him. Duo was absolute outraged, he had no idea what to say or do, his voice just would not form the right words.

Heero stood perfectly at ease, patiently waiting to see what Duo's reaction would be and in all honesty was not prepared for what happened next. Duo's fist flew through the air and cracked hard against his jaw. Heero's head literally whipped to the side, having had no time to prepare for the attack, Duo was just too quick. When Heero turned to look back, Duo was glaring dangerously at him.

"You fucking bastard! You don't do that, you don't fucking do that. You don't touch other people like that, you don't… " Duo kept repeating the words over and over again.

"You were taking too long, and you weren't doing it correctly." Heero tried to explain, but Duo had long stopped listening.

Duo let out a frustrated sound, not quite sure what to do or say anymore and wheeled around to storm out the door. He had to get away from Heero as soon as he could, he wasn't sure what he wanted to do, but he knew it wouldn't be pretty if he stayed. None of the other pilots had ever seen him really angry before, and it was mainly because you only saw it once, usually before your death.

Duo rushed down the stairs, managing to bump into a worried looking Quatre along the way.

"Wait up Duo, we heard you screaming. Stop, slow down, what's going on?"

Duo refused to listen to anything around him; his quick pace turned into a sprint as he burst threw the front door and ran out into the mild night rain.

He didn't return until the next day.

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When Duo did return, it was almost as if nothing had happened. Neither he, nor Heero would willingly talk about what had happened the previous day. Both were more than happy to remain silent and leave the past in the past. To all outward appearances, Duo had even seemed to have completely forgotten about the entire incident. He returned to softly teasing Heero and the others, making biting sarcastic remarks, and getting his work done the same as usual. But all this didn't seem to last for long, and after a few days had gone by, and more noticeably after a few weeks had flown by, he had become more and more obviously distressed.

His teasing started to become more a form of insulting others, his sarcasm more like short tempered remarks, and his over all appearance had become more strained. Signs of stress were now visible under his eyes, and he looked unusually tired, as if his normal joy of life had been sucked out of him. The worst changes always took place directly after a long mission, and it was after these such missions that the other pilots finally started to take notice of the change.

Something was seriously wrong with Duo Maxwell, and no one, except for Heero, had the slightest inkling of why.

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Duo lay quietly on his bed, just staring out into thin air, as he was oft found doing. His door was tightly shut, his blinds closed, and the lights turned off to reveal a dark atmosphere. That same night he'd told the others he was going for a night on the town, but once he'd gotten outside he'd changed his mind and just snuck back in through his bedroom window. He no longer felt like going out and he needed time to think. He just couldn't do that with Quatre or Wufei constantly bugging him about things they really shouldn't be concerned with.

But they were right about one thing. Something was wrong with him, and he needed to fix it soon.

There was a light tapping on his door, and Duo held his breath, hoping that whoever it was would realize he was not here and just go away.

No such luck. The mysterious person quickly snuck into the room, and softly closed the door behind him.

"I know you're in here Duo. We need to talk."

Duo let out a soft sound of annoyance and quietly responded. "Go away Heero, we don't need to talk at all."

Heero nodded to himself, having expected just that reaction. Instead of leaving, he walked closer to the bed. He was wearing a pair of faded jeans and one of his old green tank tops. It was on odd contrast to Duo's black dress pants and priest top. "I don't know what's wrong with you, but I think I may know what might have started it."

"That's wonderful Heero, I'm so glad your incredible training has led you to this conclusion. I'd give you a pat on the back, but I might just accidentally punch you instead."

"I think you're over reacting."

"I think you should mind your own business."

Heero's voice grew annoyed. He hated it when Duo acted this way; it made it almost impossible to talk to him.

"Duo, I only did what I did because I thought I could help you. It may have been rash, and you may have felt violated, but you did almost dislocate my jaw. I think we're even, one for one."

Duo sprang up from where he was lying, every muscle tense.

"Tell me Heero, can you still use your jaw? Well, it seems to be working fine to me, so when it stops working, God I wish it would, then we'll talk!"

"What are you talking about? You're not making any sense." Heero tried to keep calm, but Duo was really managing to rile him up.

"I'm talking about the fact that whatever the hell it was you did to me has messed me up. I'm `not' upset about the fact that for some very strange reason your warped little mind decided it would be a good idea to help me jack off. I was over `that' quite awhile ago. I'm upset that you've made it so that I can't even do it myself anymore. Do you understand what I'm saying Heero, I can hardly get it up at all, and when I do, I'm still just as stressed and tense as before. What's worse is that---"

Duo quickly stopped his ranting; he really didn't want to finish that last sentence. He didn't even want to be talking about this at all. He could hardly admit the truth to himself, and he sure as hell wasn't going to admit it to Heero. The few times he had been able to get hard was only because he'd given into every wrong feeling in his body, and had done the unthinkable, he'd thought about Heero. Of all the messed up things in the world, just the image of Heero pressed tightly up against his back, doing whatever it was he had done, was the only thing that would get him hard. Him, a hormone filled 15 year old boy. There was something seriously wrong with that.

Silence reigned in the room for a long time. Duo refusing to look at anything other than his hands, wishing fervently that Heero would just give up on him and leave. There was nothing to be said. It was his problem now, no matter what Heero had done in the past to cause it.

"I could teach you." Heero finally offered. There was no emotion at all in his voice. It was obvious he had made it that way on purpose, clearly hiding whatever it was he could possible be thinking at that moment.

Duo barely had time to register surprise as Heero began to unbuckle his belt and pull down the jeans he was wearing. Duo leaped off the bed on instinct and was pulling Heero's pants back up before the scene could get any worse.

Heero just stood there silently without moving; letting Duo fix his pants, and fasten the undone buckle. Duo wasn't sure, but he could have sworn that Heero's skin felt unusually warm under his touch as he fixed his clothing, somehow a different warm then his usual cool like skin. When he was done, Duo looked straight ahead at Heero, no longer angry, just surprised really.

"I know your just trying to help Heero, and as much as I hate to admit it, that actually means a lot coming from you. You're really out there sometimes, and do things no normal or sane person would even think of doing, but somehow you're still a nice guy. That said, having me watch you masturbate is not going to solve any of my problems, it's just going to create a whole lot of new ones."

"Duo," Heero interrupted," your problem isn't going to go away. I can either show you, or do it for you."

Those `wrong' feelings ran up Duo's skin like a shiver. There was no reason why that should sound like such a good idea. He'd been in hell this past month and all because Heero had done what he had done. But just the thought of feeling that good again, or having his unbearable stress leave forever, it was too tempting to pass up. To once again be able to enjoy that single moment of pleasure that had haunted his nightmares for weeks. Duo could already start to feel the blood rushing through his body, circulating until it hit just the right spot, and that's when Duo felt himself begin to go hard.

"I'm not so sure that's such a good idea. I mean, doesn't it seem wrong to you, two guys, alone in a room… doing… that… to each other? I don't even want to know how you learned it yourself."

"Is that a no?"

"I don't know… I just want you to know what you'd be getting yourself into. Guys don't do that to other guys. You know that right?"

The dark room hid any expression that Heero might have shown at that moment in time, but it couldn't hide the sudden feeling of strong hands undoing the buttons on Duo's pants.

"I guess no one would have to know. I mean, you wouldn't tell anyone, and I'm sure not going to tell anyone." Duo's words became choppy as he felt a warm hand reach into his boxers and trace a ghost like line up his penis before leaving to rejoin its partner and pull down Duo's boxers completely.

"I mean, you are sorta being like a doctor, and doctors have to do stuff like this all the time." Duo started to say, but gasped and fell silent as Heero moved in closer and started to slowly stroke up and down.

Even this felt better than when he did it to himself. Heero was doing little tricks along the way that had Duo been able to think more properly, he would have tried to remember for later.

Duo tried to keep standing straight, but the stronger Heero's grip got, the weaker his knees became. Against his will, he was soon forced to lean his forearms against Heero's chest, resting his forehead just below Heero's neck. Duo's skin was flush against the parts of Heero that was not covered by a tank top, and there was no mistaking the heat coming off of the other man now.

Duo's hands began to grip tightly against the top of Heero's shirt. His breathing had gone way past erratic now, and was making him almost dizzy. Duo wanted to groan or do something, but his pride just wasn't going to let him do it this time. So he bit down as hard as he could against Heero's shirt. Clenching so tightly he was sure he'd bite right through the material.

The pressure inside him was building up. It was now way past any point he'd ever experienced before, including the last time with Heero. And yet… it was still growing.

Heero began to do whatever it was he did while he stroked him, causing Duo to forget all previous thoughts. All he could do was silently scream through his clenched teeth. He could just barely feel the support of Heero's other arm against his back as it helped to keep him standing.

And then it was over, or Duo was over, he wasn't sure which. It was like he could feel everything in that one everlasting moment, everything he could ever have wanted to feel, and then the next moment he felt absolutely nothing. Darkness truly descended upon him this time, and although Duo would never admit it to another soul, he felt himself falling into that unfamiliar darkness as he fainted.

The brightest supernova had turned into a black hole.

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The first thought he had, even before opening his eyes, was just how damn good he felt. All the tension in his body was gone, all the stress he had felt had vanished. To his great surprise, it had all been replaced with the single thought of Heero.

Duo's eyes shot open to take in his surroundings. He was lying stretched out on his cool bed as a fan circulated fresh air around him. His boxers and pants had been put back in place, and Heero was nowhere to be seen.

Or at least not until the bathroom door opened a few seconds later and bright light flooded the room, forcing Duo to shut his eyes in pain.

The lights were turned off with a soft click, and Heero emerged into the room. He quietly walked towards Duo and laid a cool damp cloth across his forehead. Duo couldn't help but notice that even though it was dark, Heero still had a strange heat emanating from him, causing his face to look even more flushed than earlier.

"Heero, how long have I been out?"

"Fifteen minutes."

"Were you here the whole time?"

Heero paused before answering, then quietly said "No," and left it at that. Duo decided to let it go and concentrate on more important matters.

"I feel better Heero."

"I know."

"Oh."

There didn't seem to be anything else to say after that. Oddly enough the embarrassment he'd expected himself to feel was gone. Maybe he really could deal with Heero doing this to him. Like he'd said before, it really was just like a doctor fixing a patient.

"So what now?" Duo asked, honestly curious to hear the answer.

"You're going to get some sleep. You hadn't told me before that your stress had caused you to become a temporary insomniac. You were more exhausted than you showed us all. This was the reason for your fainting."

Duo stifled a sign of annoyance. "No, Heero. I mean, `after' that."

Heero took a few more seconds to speak, clearly not sure what to say. "I can offer to help you when ever you need me to. That is, whenever we are both together. And---" Heero stopped speaking; he nearly let slip something he hadn't intended on saying.

"And what?"

"And then I can show you more."

"Oh," Duo replied softly, not wishing to break the serene moment. "That's sounds ok. I mean, this way I'll be easier to get along with, and better rested for my missions. Not to mention I feel really great right now. You know Heero, when this war is all over and done with, you should start up a clinic or something. I bet people would pay for something like this. You could even give seminars."

Heero's posture tensed suddenly. He stood up, turning his back away from Duo as headed for the door. " Go to sleep, I'll come back tomorrow after supper. We'll go from there."

Duo closed his eyes, and let out a content sign. He was happy for the first time in months.

"Alright Heero, Good Night then! Oh, and thanks for your help. You were right, I overreacted before. There's nothing wrong with this, just one friend trying to help out another. Just like comrade-in-arms should."

Heero remained silent as he shut the door. He didn't bother to reply; what he had to say probably wasn't what Duo wanted to hear.

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