Disclaimer: I don't own them and I don't make any money off of them.
Warnings: Male/Male sex, graphic, language, violence
"Do you want me to kiss it
and make it better, Maxwell?! Get your men in position!"
"Fuck you, Yuy! Let's see you take a two inch piece of shrapnel in the
knee and keep on walking!"
"Stop crying and just do it!"
"Nobody's crying here but you!"
There are times I want to strangle that man. Heero doesn't give a break
to anybody and he wasn't about to start with me. Not that I was going
to swoon or anything stupid like that, but, shit, a man's going to limp
when his knee's been impaled by a piece of a bomb, especially when that
man has to run up a sharp incline of ground and take a fortified rebel
outpost in the middle of a range of rocky hills. Rocky, freezing, rain
drenched hills. I think you can cut me some slack, right?
I instinctively ducked when our target lobbed another bomb at us. It went
wide, the stiff wind carrying it to our right, and it exploded off to
one side of the hill we were mounting, showering us with small bits of
debris. My men didn't break pace and I was proud of them. I didn't feel
nearly so brave, especially when machine gun fire splattered all around
"Where the hell is our air support?" I shouted at the comlink curled around
my face. "They were supposed to soften the target up!"
Heero's voice sounded worried, "Weather conditions are too uncertain.
They won't chance it. I asked to scrub the mission, but the chatter indicates
the targets are preparing to bug out into space. We won't get another
"Why not just blow the fuckers up once they launch?" I demanded. "I'm
risking my men here! This charging up the hill is freakin' medieval shit!
They should be able to blast a fly off their asses with a beam cannon
half way across the world!"
"They want these men alive if possible. They are part of a wider conspiracy,"
Heero explained. "You were told that at the briefing."
"I didn't know that the weather would dump ice and rain down our backs
and that we wouldn't have air support then," I snarled back. "I think
this plan stopped being viable as soon as that happened!"
"Can it!" Heero snarled back. "Are you in position yet?"
I wanted to shout some damned colorful words back at my lover, but I refrained.
My job was to get the bad guy and keep my men alive, not start questioning
my orders and Heero in the thick of things. They needed to have confidence
in what they were doing. The pain of my leg, the miserable weather, and
the growing danger of the mission had made me momentarily forget that.
I wiped my rain drenched bangs out of my face and squinted through special
binoculars at the pile of rocks ahead of us. Stone ant nest, was my first
impression. It was a bunker set deep in the rocks and it was filled with
gun sites and men ready to bite our asses dead. Mist and cold rain made
visibility almost nil, but that could work in our favor.
"Report!" Heero demanded.
"In position!" I snapped back. "Got any ideas what to do now? Unless you
have one big assed can opener, that metal bunker looks pretty damned secure."
Heero chuckled. He has a way of doing it that sounds just evil. "Everyone
has to breathe," he replied and I understood what he meant instantly and
that what he was suggesting was as close to suicide as you can get.
"Where do you want me?" I asked promptly.
So, Heero walked me through it and I soon found myself in a lightning
storm, my men a quarter mile back and hunkered down, and myself and Heero
squatting on top of a big, metal building trying to pry off an access
panel. Can you say, 'lightning rod'? Two of our men were waiting at the
base of the building, bristled with weapons and watching our backs while
we feverishly worked.
I could tell you how many men I quietly killed to get us where we were,
and how close we had come to detection and getting our heads blown off,
but you gotta realize that getting to the top of a fortified bunker wasn't
a cakewalk, right? So, I'll just say we made it and everyone was in one
piece... so far. We had taken out some surveillance cameras. It was only
a matter of time before someone stopped thinking the weather had blown
them out and send some troops to check on it.
Do I think about not getting out of a situation like that? Do I wonder
what madness possessed me to follow Heero's orders? Do I wish I was stretched
out on my warm beach outside my home again? Hell, yes, but we had been
chosen to be Gundam pilots for a reason and one of those reasons was that
we would risk our lives for the mission and do it without hesitation.
You can psychoanalyze it anyway you want it. It's not like my life wasn't
important to me, it's just that I was aware of the bigger picture and
I knew, sometimes, that one guy could make all the difference, had to
make the difference, if everyone else was going to be free and safe. So,
yeah, I bitched and moaned to myself, but my hands didn't stop handing
Heero tools and I didn't stop what I was doing to look around and wonder
where a bullet with my name on it was going to come from.
"Nice outfit, Heero." I couldn't resist. As I shoved sopping wet bangs
out of my eyes, I briefly looked up to Heero's deep blue eyes looking
back, before we both looked down again to continue working.
"It's a thermal suit," Heero told me almost primly and I couldn't help
laughing. He turned defensive then. "It is standard issue and a lot warmer
than what you're wearing!"
"It's a tight, black, body suit Heero," I pointed out. "Are all of your
men wearing them?"
"Yes," Heero grumbled back at me. "They are weather proof. If you had
been wearing one instead of that ragged flack jacket, you wouldn't be
I snickered. "I just wish that we were in a better position for me to
appreciate it more."
"Duo!" Heero growled, but I saw the corner of his lips tilt up.
"I know, get the hell back to work," I muttered and blew the water dripping
off the end of my nose at him. He flinched, but continued working.
"Strong-arm it!" I exclaimed at last when I was sure that our efforts
were taking too long. I impatiently dug my fingers into an edge Heero
had managed to work up. When Heero joined my efforts, I knew that we would
succeed. Heero is very strong and unstoppable when he puts his mind to
something. That panel didn't stand a chance. With both of us heaving on
it, the rivets popped and the panel gave up the ghost.
Setting the panel aside, Heero stuck a gauge down into the black hole
that had been uncovered. Whatever was on the rain drenched, lighted dial,
seemed to satisfy him, and he put the gauge away, clipping it back onto
his belt. He then took the heavy panel, aimed it carefully, and then let
it drop. There was an immediate sound of metal slamming into metal and
the tortured sound of something breaking.
"Suppression bombs?" Heero asked and put out a hand. I carefully unwrapped
several and very, very carefully put them into his hands. They were tricky
explosives and not standard issue. I had made them myself. They were safe
enough in their case, but once out in the open, the tiny detonator barbs
had hair triggers. The flat space where a person was supposed to hold
them, was barely wide enough for thumb and forefinger.
"Ready?" Heero asked.
I nodded. What else was I going to do?
Heero dropped the bombs, one at a time, and they fell into the darkness
almost in slow motion. As the last one fell, Heero was moving, his arm
snagging me around the waist and pulling me down onto the wet, freezing
metal of the roof. I almost snarled at him. I wasn't some damned damsel
in distress that he had to be protecting me, but the entire roof bucked
and grew suddenly warm and it was all I could do to hang on and hope that
it didn't collapse.
I wasn't aware that Heero had left me at first, but when I dazedly sat
up, he was dropping other objects into the now smoking hole. "You planned
this!" I accused.
"It was a scenario that I had discovered while training for the mission,
so I made certain that I was prepared for it," Heero replied over the
sound of groaning metal.
"Got company!" One of my men shouted. "Orders?!"
"Regroup with the main force!" I shouted. "Wait for orders there!"
"Yes, s-" His voice was cut off by the sound of gunfire. I flinched.
"Let's get out of here, Heero!" I demanded.
Heero nodded, once, and we scrambled over the roof away from the gunfire.
The roof was quickly heating up. We had caused a fire and shut down the
circulation fans. Our targets were going to have to evacuate or suffocate
and burn. I didn't doubt that they would come out with every weapon blazing.
We had to be with our forces before that happened and ready to nail them.
"Move, Maxwell!" Heero shouted. He was ahead of me, rain and now smoke
obscuring everything. I began coughing violently and my knee was begging
me to cut it out and stop torturing myself. I was manfully ignoring it,
of course, and forcing it to bend as I scrambled after Heero. Well, you
can only do so much of that before your body rebels.
I fell. Damned the roof was hot! Instinct had me trying to get up, trying
to make that knee function, but it was swollen and the muscles were now
shot. I didn't yell for Heero. When you go down in war, and something
important needs doing, well, you grit your teeth and make the sacrifice.
Heero would understand that. He wouldn't come back for me. He would do
what needed to be done.
When Heero came out of the rain and smoke, grabbed me by the arm, and
slung that arm across his shoulders to support me, I was stunned. "Move
your damned ass!" Heero shouted furiously into my face. Who was I to argue.
With him? He kept me off of my bad knee, and almost dragged me after him,
as he hurried, as fast as my dead weight would allow him, for the edge
of the building. I wondered, then, what our plan B was. Our climbing gear
and our support were back where we had come from. The building was set
in jagged rocks. Jumping down was hazardous to your health, and we were
also heading straight for where I remembered a set of gun turrets being
"Heero?" I panted. "Did you run a scenario for this part too?"
Heero was quiet for a moment and then he replied truthfully, as if it
stung his pride, "No."
I winced. "Then you're 'winging it'?"
Another pause and then, "Yes."
"All right!" I grinned. "Now you're in my territory! Let Shinigami lead.
I'm an ace at spontaneous mission plans!"
Heero's returning grin was just as fierce as my own. He said, "I wouldn't
think of following anyone else," but then he grew suddenly serious and
he said, "Love you, okay?"
I felt a lump in my throat. "Love you too, Heero," I managed, but then
firmed and became the soldier once more. "Let's do this, Captain."
"Orders, Captain Maxwell?" Heero responded promptly and the lump in my
throat turned into a burning desire not to disappoint Heero. I was going
to get us out of there.
We approached the gun turret. It was a stupid arrangement, an over hanging
roof and the site window facing towards the craggy hills. There was a
hatch for firing up at aircraft, but it was closed and the optic used
for targeting was blinking that is was on, but it was unmoving.
"What are they doing, playing cards?" I wondered as we slowed our steps
and tried to walk without making any telltale noises that the people below
us could hear.
Heero grunted and replied, "They're most likely fighting the fire and
trying to get air circulation back online. Aside from that emergency,
I doubt that they are taking a handful of men attacking their position,
with no air support, seriously. "
"I bet their command is getting ready to get the hell out of here though,
using the bad weather to get away before it clears and air support mops
the floor with them," I thought aloud. "Which means they'll be laying
down cover fire when that happens."
"Underground platform," Heero replied with a nod. "If we lay down a charge
before we go, we can jam their bay doors."
"You really know how to add more excitement to the mix!" I grinned, feeling
a rush of adrenaline that made everything seem suddenly possible. "Let's
We kept low and tried to stay under cover, but there wasn't much we could
do. I didn't understand why we weren't being shot at as of yet. It made
me suspicious, my soldier's senses warning me it was all just not right.
You know what they always say, 'If it's too good to be true, it usually
is'? In soldier land, accepting things at face value will get you dead
real quick. What could we do about it though? Nothing really, except to
keep doing our job. Some things you just had to let happen and then deal
with it when it did. Heero always found that hard to do. He was finding
it just as hard now. His eyes were doing a good imitation of a tennis
game, going back and forth constantly, trying to see enough to spot some
sort of danger, the danger we both knew was there.
When we reached the doors to the platform, we found our danger. Men were
already laying charges there, but we both knew that it wasn't for blowing
the doors, but for destroying the entire building. They intended not to
leave any evidence behind. The platform bay doors were wide open and we
could hear the sound of engines and machinery over the pounding hiss of
rain as our targets prepared to lift off and leave us with a giant powder
keg in our laps.
"Shit!" Heero swore and I had to agree.
I whipped out my cell phone and bent over to keep it under me and out
of the rain as I quickly called our men. We had to get in there any way
possible. This situation had to be stopped.
"Infiltrate!" I yelled into my phone. "They are laying explosives and
bugging out. Concentrate on the platform bay and central command rooms."
How easy do you think it was to order that many men to their deaths? We
had our orders. We had known what trying to carry them out might mean
when we first accepted them. All of my men had. I knew that they would
follow my orders now, whether they blamed me for it coming down to this
or not. I didn't indulge in the guilt game. Now that I had ordered my
men to give up their lives, I had to work quickly to try and save as many
as I could.
"Take them out!" I yelled at Heero and he nodded as we both began opening
fire on the men laying down the explosive charges. There were only three
and they probably never knew what hit them. Killing always makes me damn
sick, but when you consider that they had willingly joined an organization
hell bent on slaughtering people for power, mustering sympathy or regret
gets pretty hard.
The fastest way to stop someone from blowing a building up is to keep
them from leaving. I sat on the soaking wet roof, my pain and exhaustion
almost overwhelming me, and, with Heero's help, took the cover off of
a manual control box. It was a bitch. The thing was locked down tight
and needed a string of code. By the time we were done, my knee had stiffened
and I was shaking with cold, but the doors to the platform clanged shut
amid cries of consternation from below. My final act of mayhem was to
set a program running, using the connections that the platform control
box had with the main computer network. It was a virus that would have
everything going haywire in a matter of minutes. Now, if they wanted to
leave, they had to use the front door... that is, if they could get them
I laughed. People tell me that particular laugh sends chills up their
spine. It was Shinigami through and through. Heero looked appreciative.
I remembered how many civilian friends I had lost when they had heard
the killer side of their 'funny' and 'good natured' friend. It made me
lean and kiss Heero hard on the lips. He started, but returned it, just
as quick and hard, and then he was hauling me up by one arm and we were
making our way back to the gun turret.
With every step I silently thought up a swear word, each one growing progressively
more foul as shocks of pain rifled up my leg from my injury and my body
tried to turn itself inside out with shivering from the wet and cold.
And, yeah, damned Heero was warm and cozy in that space age stretch suit
of his. His hair was getting plastered and water was running over his
face, but he was otherwise snuggled comfy and warm, and I really hated
that. It was too much of a 'told you so' even though he didn't say a word.
Duo Maxwell had opted for relaxed and cool, instead of military geek,
and now I was going to suffer for it.