Fandom: Gundam Wing
Title: School Tales (Senior Year #49) Loving Conversations
Pairings: 1x2x1, 3x4, 5xD
Warnings: AU, Heero POV, angst, humor, sap, fluff, shounen-ai/yaoi,
Rating: NC-17 (for graphic sexual content and language)
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Chapter 49:

Loving Conversations

Okinawa, Japan

Toudou Residence

December 23rd, 5.43pm

“Hey.”

“Hey, yourself. Now, you decide to call me.”

“I’ve barely settled in, Duo. We just arrived last night. You should see this place, though. Relatives I didn’t even know existed are all here to visit.”

“Is that girl there?”

“What girl?”

“You know, the one who’s supposed to be married to you?”

“Misa? Yeah, she’s here…with her parents.”

There’s a heartbeat of silence, but it speaks volumes. “Oh,” he finally says.

Knowing what he’s thinking, I continue quickly. “It’s a large compound. Like I told you my aunt married into a rather strict and traditional household…they’re almost regarded as royalty. There are many guest rooms here and we are in the East wing…section like place. Misa’s family is at the other end of the compound. The only way we get to see each other is during meals.”

“I’m not worried,” Duo cuts in with a laugh. “I know I have you all to myself, so I don’t really care what the broad does.”

I smile and shake my head, realizing that my heartbeat had quickened as well during my explanation. Remembering our last ‘argument’ still makes me a bit queasy. Duo’s antics at my announcement had given me cause for alarm, making me wonder if the ring was even enough to lessen the miscommunications or false assumptions we tend to have. Speaking of the ring…

“Are you going to ask about the concert?”

I blink. I have almost forgotten about that. “Oh yeah, how was it?”

“Most awesome! You missed out,” he adds with a sneer. It isn’t fair in a way. After all I had done (as enjoyable as it had been) to get those tickets, I wasn’t able to make it because of this.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“How so?”

“I went with Wufei and…”

At the mention of our friend’s name, I feel that familiar pang of jealousy. It’s a dull throb, but there all the same. I have to kick myself inwardly to remind me that it’s nothing more than two good friends hanging out. Besides, we had cleared up all that –

“…screaming at the top of his lungs! It was hilarious, Heero. You should have been there. Oh, oh! And guess what?”

“What?” Funny. The jealousy thing isn’t going anywhere.

“Wufei and I got called on stage!! ON STAGE, HEERO!”

Oh now, I’m just…

“I was in shock! You should check out their webpage and I’ll bet they have pictures of it. Since we won the tickets and all, we got front row seats and when they began playing the song ‘Born Free, Born Wild’, I didn’t even know Wufei knew the freaking song, Eddie Bass motioned for the two of us to come up. He didn’t even notice the girls with their boobs hanging out all over the place. It was ME and WUFEI! Dude! I almost shit myself in excitement! Can you imagine the feeling of standing there, singing and watching over ten thousand fans staring at you and – “

“How come you went with Wufei by the way?” I interrupt, hardly aware of my voice sounding tight. I should have been the one there. I should have been the one singing (although I can’t do it well) with Duo, getting my picture taken…having FUN with the boy I loved.

“Well, I had two tickets! What was I supposed to do with the other one?”

“Scalp it?”

“Haha, funny.” Although he sounds anything but amused. “Besides, I was going to ask Hilde, but Wufei stopped by to see how I was doing.”

Jealousy pang level a bit higher. I grip the cell phone tightly. “Oh? He came by the apartment?”

“Actually I met him at the grocery store and we started talking and I told him about the extra ticket and he decided to join me. What? Got a problem with it?”

He’s testing me. I can hear it in his voice. “I don’t care if you go out with Wufei. I just wish you would have let me know…”

“Didn’t I just tell you now? This is the first time we’ve spoken since you left m…left for home.”

Since I left you? My mind screams in protest at his quickly covered statement. It’s not as if it’s my fault, goddamn it.

“Anyway, it was fun. I’ll email some pics to you tonight. I gotta get ready to leave for my mom’s in a bit.”

“Will you be staying with her?”

“No. I’ll commute between her place and the apartment. My bike needs the exercise anyway.” He laughs at his own witty joke. “I’ll IM you tomorrow. So be around…what’s the time there now?”

“6.05pm.”

“Okay…” I hear rustling sounds in the background. “I’ll be online around 9.00pm your time. That work for you? Or are you going to be doing some traditional bullshit?”

I snicker, although I’m wondering if my parents will let me leave whatever family affair we will have tomorrow. It will be Christmas Eve after all.

“I’ll try to be there.”

“How’s the old aunt doing anyhoo?”

“She’s still alive, thank goodness. Although she keeps calling me ‘gaki’. Apparently, I was a little pain in the ass while growing up.”

Duo laughs and I realize how much I miss him. I wish he was right next to me. It’s been two days since we said our goodbyes at the apartment. Duo hates prolonged farewells and refused to follow me to the airport. It would have made him even more of an emotional wreck.

“Well, I’ll talk to you tomorrow, gaki,” he jokes and makes kissing noises on the line. “I’m still wearing my ring by the way. What about you?”

I flinch and clench my fist tightly – the one that should have been sporting the ring. I had taken it off once I saw my father, and the very idea of wearing it in front of a family that hadn’t quite gotten used to one of their own being gay…

“I…”

“Heero? You still there? Hellooo?”

“I have it.” This isn’t completely a lie. I do have it and it’s in my pocket. I’m considering attaching it to a necklace/choker type thing, so it’s always close.

“I know you have it, dumbass,” he says laughing again. “I meant, are you wearing it?”

“I…”

“Oh shoot, I gotta run, Heero. My mom’s calling and I completely forgot I was supposed to pick up some things from the bakery before it closes! See you tomorrow, okay? Love ya!”

“Love you too…” The dial tone at the other end has me sighing in relief and yet feeling like a complete coward. I turn off my phone and pull the ring from the left pocket of my jeans, staring at the simple gold band with the words ‘For Eternity’ engraved within. Memories of the day I received it, still gets me choked up, and as I slip it on my finger, I take a deep breath and wonder what lies in store for me.

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Toudou Residence

December 24^th 9.10pm

Katou01: Duo?

GFFanMaxwell: About time you showed up.

Katou01: Sorry. Family meetings and what not. Tried to be here as fast as I could.

GFFanMaxwell: You didn’t like bolt off the dining table on my account, did u?

Katou01: Nah. I took my sweet time.

GFFanMaxwell: #$%& off. Darn filters are on…

GFFanMaxwell: There. Fuck off!

Katou01: *LOL* And I love you too.

GFFanMaxwell: Could you like…change your username?

Katou01: What’s wrong with it?

GFFanMaxwell: It feels like I’m talking to the pilot, not you!

Katou01: But I like it.

GFFanMaxwell: Dude, use it to speak to everyone else, not me.

Katou01: But you know it’s me, what’s the big deal?

EddieFan4Life: How’re about this one?

Katou01: I still know it’s you *smirk*

EddieFan4Life: :p I hate you.

Katou01: I hate you too.

EddieFan4Life: So, are we going to have like cyber sex or something?

Katou01: Geez, Duo. The walls are thin here.

EddieFan4Life: So? It’s more fun that way. I’m naked by the way.

Katou01: ….liar.

EddieFan4Life: I swear it. I shouldn’t be swearing, but yeah, I’m naked. All alone in an apartment with my dildo.

Katou01: Duo!

EddieFan4Life: And it’s the big one too. Got it from Dick’s store.

Katou01: I thought you needed to be over 18 to get in there.

EddieFan4Life: I have my connections. Anyhoo, it’s big, flesh-colored, hard and yet pliable enough

Katou01: Stop it. Stop fucking with me, Duo.

EddieFan4Life: Wish I was, cowboy. Mm…it’s in my mouth now. Dang, can hardly swallow the entire thing.

I get up abruptly and pace about the room for a second or two. I’m getting heated, my goddamn cock is as hard as a rock. Shit. Shit. Shit! I hold my breath and listen to the sounds of my aunt’s compound. I wasn’t kidding when I said the walls are thin. I can hear my parents moving just next door. There’s low laughter and the sound of the TV. The large koi pond is right behind my room and the soothing flow of the mini-waterfall creates a peaceful ambience. Did I forget to mention that it snowed today…still snowing in fact.

EddieFan4Life: PING! PING! PING!

EddieFan4Life: Did you faint or something, Heero?

I scramble back to the desk and take a deep breath before typing again. Thank goodness Duo hasn’t suggested a webcam yet. I don’t think I can deal with that right now.

Katou01: I’m here, you devil.

EddieFan4Life: *roflmao* I gave you a boner!

Katou01: No!

EddieFan4Life: I can ‘FEEL’ you blushing. Oh man, I’m good.

Katou01: So…you weren’t really naked?

EddieFan4Life: I am. I’m cold though. I need you to warm me up.

Katou01: What about the dildo?

EddieFan4Life: I have it. What do you want me to do, Heero?

I swallow tightly, my hands now slick with sweat. I shake them out quickly, glance towards the wall separating my room and my parents and close my eyes. Taking another deep breath, I open them to begin my torture…to myself.

Katou01: Suck it as hard as you can, Duo. Make it wet with your saliva.

There is no response for a few minutes and I’m beginning to wonder if he’s been disconnected, but my imagination is running wild. He’s actually doing it, I’m sure. Legs apart on that chair before the computer, his neck arched as he takes the long, hard length into his mouth. Oh, fuck. I unzip my pants with a trembling hand.

EddieFan4Life: It’s wet now. Mmm….did I mention it’s got a vibrator too?

Katou01: no, you didn’t.

EddieFan4Life: Well, it does. Oh God, Heero. Tell me what to do next. Hurry!

Katou01: Is your hair undone?

EddieFan4Life: Of course it is. Just as you like it, baby.

My breath quickens and I feel something damp against my boxers.

Katou01: stretch yourself. Three fingers, Duo.

EddieFan4Life: Mmm…will do.

My lashes close as the vivid image fills my mind again. My fingers wrap around my cock, stroking up and down as I imagine Duo doing as I have told him to. Biting my lower lip hard, my toes curl against the tatami mats, my breathing harsh and shallow as I see Duo’s ass, that tight opening being stretched to its limits with three digits stuck deep within. I moan as I envision my own fingers in place of his. I know the sensation, have done it many times in the past. I can feel those inner muscles tightening around my flesh, the hot, slick tightness that protests against the invasion. I can hear the whimpering sounds Duo makes at this time, the low mewling sound that makes me so fucking wet.

EddieFan4Life: done…damn…can barely type, Heero…feels so good.

With as much energy as I can muster, I reply:

Katou01: good, Duo…now fuck yourself as hard as you can, and know that it’s me taking you, it’s my cock inside of you. Deeper. Harder. Faster. So hard you can feel my balls slapping your ass with each thrust, and you’re jacking off too, as fast as you can.

EddieFan4Life: You’re killing me, Heero.

Katou01: How do you think I feel? I’m dying here.

EddieFan4Life: I wish I had a webcam. I’m getting one tomorrow…and then you can see me…oh wait…I’ll take a pic and send it to you on your cell phone.

I all but dive towards the device, falling to the bed as I hold my breath. In one, two…beep! I click on the button to receive the message and all but groan at the racy image. Naked, he has taken pictures…and more pictures are coming in…each one more naughtier than the next. Panting now, I reach for my cock again, fingers caressing the hot flesh as I stare at my boyfriend in awe and lust. I bite my lower lip hard, fighting back my cry of impending orgasm as hot drops of cum escape to drip down my cock. He has stopped sending pictures and it’s no surprise, the last one sent is enough to drive a sane man crazy. I have no doubt he’s writhing on the floor, the vibrating dildo now thrust so deep into his ass, only the tiny wire and control can be seen. I drop the phone to pleasure myself completely, my fingers seeking my rectum to stretch myself as well. Imagining Duo within me, pounding, and ripping me apart…Oh God! it takes less than two minutes to explode all over my hands and on the sheets, my cry of satiation buried within my pillow as I try to recover from the onslaught. My heart is racing, a rush of blood to the head makes me dizzy with ecstasy. I’m sweating, a welcome reprieve from the cold outside.

When I hear the knock at the door, it almost sounds surreal, like something hardly expected in this situation. For a moment, I allow the weird fantasy of Duo walking in and telling me he had been hiding in a guestroom all this time, to fill my mind, but at the persistent and much louder knock and the grating voice of my father saying,

“Heero? Are you all right?”

I scramble out of bed so fast and fall to the floor in a heap – only to jump up quickly and to pull my pants up. My hands are sticky, the musk of my actions fills the air and there’s no way he’s not going to put two and two together.

“Heero?”

“Com…coming!” I run to the laptop to minimize the screen, hoping Duo understands that I cannot type right now. Wiping my hands on a shirt I had tossed to the floor earlier in the day, I take a deep breath and open the door a little, smiling as best I can to my father…and mother who’s standing behind him. They both look bemused.

“We heard noises of pain,” my mother explained.

“Or at least it sounded that way,” my father says with a raised brow. Oh God, he knows.

“I’m fine,” I say quickly. I thought I had been relatively quiet with my moaning. Guess not.

My father nods and turns to my mom. “I think it’s time we had a man to man talk. I’ll meet you in the room later.”

“Okay…” She looks at both of us with worry, before managing a smile and leaving the ‘men’ to their devices.

“May I come in? Or is that not allowed?”

Blushing darkly, I shake my head and open the door a bit wider. A quick glance at the laptop shows that I lowered the screen and knowing my father, and his observant ways, he would be quick to notice anything amiss.

“Ah, youth,” he sits in an empty chair and motions for me to sit before him, which I do, my legs crossed and heart thumping wildly within my chest.

For a long minute, we both say nothing. His gaze is trained on a picture of a Japanese countryside above my desk, and I’m staring at those strong hands upon the arm rest, wondering if I would eventually grow up to look just as stern. He’s dressed in a dark blue yukata with slippers on his feet. He was clearly ready to call it a night.

“When was the last time we had a serious conversation?”

I draw a blank. Besides the meeting with the Ogatas and Duo at the restaurant, I don’t think my father and I have spoken for more than ten minutes on the phone or otherwise. Even during the trip here, he was relatively quiet and would only call me when necessary.

“It’s been a while,” I finally reply.

“Hn.”

Another long silence falls and I’m breaking out into a cold sweat. If he’s got anything to say, I wish he’d just say it and let me go.

“Your final year in high school, eh?”

“Yes, father.”

“And I have no doubt you’ll graduate with honors, not just as the President of your Student Council.”

“Yes, father.”

He nods as if satisfied. “So your first choice of colleges still remains Kensington?”

I think of the planned trip with Duo after graduation. The one year away from education and to see the world. I can’t remember if I talked to my parents about it or not. Swallowing tightly, I reply, “Yes, sir.”

“Good. Good.”

And why wouldn’t it be? It was his alma mater. He wants me to attend because he went there. I looked up at him – since my gaze had been somewhat lowered to the mats – and try to really ‘see’ him. He’s in his late forties, with a thick head of black hair that’s graying at the temples. His eyes are a dark shade of blue, deep set with crinkles around his eyes that show he is a man capable of laughing when he feels like it. His nose is straight, his mouth firm and set to match the strong jaw. He is a product of a tough family, a tough childhood, a man who had worked with his bare hands on farms, who had joined the army at a young age and served his country during the wars. I am proud of my father and have always been in awe of him. He is a good man, but was a strict disciplinarian while growing up. I might have caused trouble for others, but whenever he came in the picture, that small tingling sensation of fear would always creep up my spine.

“You hardly spoke to the Ogatas this evening,” he suddenly states and I brace myself for where the conversation is heading.

“There wasn’t much to say, father.”

“Oh? Didn’t you hear that Misa was going to London for her college education?”

“That’s good for her, sir.”

He stiffens and eyes me, his jaw clenching tight. I do not tear my gaze away. This is a battle I have to win.

“You and that boy…are still together.” It’s a statement filled with bitterness.

“Yes, sir,” I reply and taking a deep breath, I pull out the ring from my pocket, feeling it burn against my palm as a slowly slip it on my finger.

“What is that?” he hisses coldly.

“A ring, father. Duo…he gave to me as…”

SMACK! I didn’t see that one coming and the pain is excruciating. I hold my aching left jaw for a moment, my eyes stinging with unshed tears. I won’t cry in front of him, goddamn it. I have to win this! I sit upright again and now kneel before him, my hands clenched into tight fists on my lap. I can feel my left jaw getting numb and tender. It will swell come morning, but it’s little compared to the waves of anger coming from my father. If looks could kill, I’d be dead by now.

“What did you say?” he asks again, in a deceptively calm tone.

“It’s a ring,” I say a bit louder. “Duo gave it to me. I plan to be with him when I graduate and we will travel for a year before I go back to…”

The second blow is much harder and I’m knocked flat on my back. Now, I can taste the blood, but I’m not done yet. I rise to my knees again, my vision blurry, the pain hardly a factor as I think of Duo and all he has gone through for me.

Kneeling before him again, ignoring the trail of blood dribbling down my chin and to my shirt, I meet his gaze, steady and determined.

“I will be with Duo, father.”

He raises his hand again, but it seems to tremble, those dark eyes flashing with anger, hurt and confusion.

“I do love him,” I continue. “And I hoped that by now you’ll have come to understand that.” I bow low enough that my head touches the mat. “Please give us your blessing.”

For how long I remain in that position, I do not know, but the minutes tick by like a time bomb, and it’s taking all of my strength not to give in to my heart break.

“Get up.”

I lift my head slowly, “Father…”

“Get up! Be a man for God’s sake!”

I rise to my feet and stand before him, trying not to stagger. My right cheek is becoming numb as well. Two swollen cheeks. Great.

“What will I do with you, Heero?” he finally says and to my shock, there are tears in his eyes. He looks away quickly and takes a deep breath. “You are as stubborn as a mule and so one-track minded…just like me when I was your age.”

He sighs heavily and his shoulders sag a little, making him seem so much older. “But as much as I hate what you are doing, and despise this boy who has turned you away from continuing my line of the family…you are still my son. My only son and child. I cannot forget that.”

He places a hand on my shoulder and before I can say anything in response, he pulls me into his arms in a fierce embrace. All of a sudden, I’m five years old again, a young boy crying because a nail had stubbed my toe while running around the compound barefoot. I can still remember him, my tall, handsome father, stooping to find out what was wrong – his hand on my head ruffling my hair, telling me to stop crying and to be a big boy. I remember being placed on his shoulders and how he’d swing me around the courtyard, our laughter mingling and getting lost in another Okinawa summer afternoon.

When the tears eventually come, its buried against his yukata, the warmth of his body soothing the pain he had inflicted earlier. He says no words of comfort, simply allowing the silence to do all the speaking for him. Finally, he releases me slowly, hands now on my shoulders to stare at me.

“You love this boy?” he asks slowly, carefully, as if hoping I’d break the illusion of my previous comments.

I nod. I can’t speak even if I tried.

“And nothing will change your mind?”

I shake my head firmly.

He sighs. “Then I must break the news to your aunt and relatives as carefully as I can. It will be…interesting to say the least.” He gives me a weak smile and caresses my swollen cheeks. “I will get your mother to take care of this. You have a goodnight, son.”

He turns to walk away, his shoulders still slumped a little. “Father.”

He stops and glances over his shoulder. “What is it, Heero?”

I take a deep breath and then bow as deeply as I can. “Thank you!” My voice breaks and the tears come again. “Thank you…for everything.”

For my effort, I get a grunt in response and soon I’m left in silence again. I fall to the floor and bury my face against my raised knees, hardly moving when my mother eventually rushes in with a cry of dismay at my state. Her gentle touches soothe my aching but relieved spirit. For I have won this battle – the toughest one of all – and for that I was truly grateful.

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December 25^th 11.24pm

“Merry Christmas, Duo.”

“Merry Christmas to you too. You gave me blue balls, asshole!”

I laugh. “I’m sorry about the other night, but…you got my email, right?”

Silence for a moment. “Yeah, I did. I just didn’t…”

I hear him sniffling at the other end and it’s all I can do not to join him.

“Anyhoo,” He takes a deep breath. “How’s your face?”

I tap my cheeks gently. The swellings have gone down and I can chew without wincing. “It’s still as handsome as ever.”

“You wish.”

“And have the clan finally accepted you?”

“Dad’s still working on convincing a few of them, but I think they’re coming around. I did get a lot of stares when we were having breakfast this morning. And one of my nephews asked when the wedding was happening.”

We both snicker, but sobering up quickly, I say in a sincere tone. “I’ll like to bring you here someday, Duo. You have to meet my family…all of them.”

“That would be cool.”

“They’ll like you.”

“Let’s hope so. I know I can be a handful sometimes.”

I grin. “So, with all that said, did you get the webcam?”

“Dude!” But I can tell he’s blushing. “I don’t want to start something and then your grandma or whoever comes walking in to catch me fucking myself.”

“Don’t worry, they’re all going to the temple tomorrow. I’m going to call in sick.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“No disturbances?”

“None. We have the whole compound to ourselves. I can be as loud as I want.”

“Hmmm…me likey. Boy, have I got plans for you.”

Trying not to blush at whatever he has in store for me, I try to change the subject again.

“So how was your Christmas?”

“Oh, you know, the same ol’ boring shit. My mom actually baked…”

I lean back against the headboard and prepare myself for Duo’s storytelling. It’s just one more week before the final semester of our Senior Year, but most importantly for Duo and I to be together again.

I just can’t wait.

~End Period Forty-Nine~