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Warning:Male/male sex, graphic, language, violence
Under the Sun
"You're staring," I sighed,
and Heero was, wide eyed and walking beside me like something had hit
him in the middle of the forehead.
I've seen fish on a plate with eyes like that. It brought home to me just
what a complete idiot I'd been the other day, that and the fact that I
couldn't braid my hair in anything less than a three and a half foot long
disaster. Why even call it a braid? It was just clumped together somewhere
half way down and then left to it's own devices after that. We won't even
get into the seven beaded cords that were decorating it and weighing it
down along with the half pound of sea salt and tangled microbraids. I
looked like a reject from a beach commune, one of those old time hippy
artists that didn't know what shampoo and a bath were for. I certainly
didn't look like I belonged in the black captain's uniform and tie I was
"Duo. We have a meeting, with important people. You can't-!" Heero was
my lover, my baby, my everything, but he has hair you can run fingers
through and have it look sexy and perfect. He doesn't have a clue, really
"I know," I replied shortly. "I'm sorry. There's nothing I could do. You
were reviewing a new training facility all day yesterday and I decided
to spend my day off at a beach party. I had a few too many drinks, let
some giggly girls have their way with my hair, did some bad surfing, and...
fell asleep without washing all of this crap out. Now... I'm kind of stuck
with it. If you had come over after you got back home..."
Okay, that wasn't fair, so I shut up. This was not his fault or his problem....back
up and delete that last. It was his problem. When one of his main captains
is about to try and convince some military generals to give command of
two crack forces over to us for a mission, you didn't want said captain
to look like me. Quatre was going to kill me.
I climbed into Heero's car. He slowly got behind the wheel and started
the engine, his eyes never leaving me.
"Heero," I growled. "If you're gonna yell, yell and get it over with!"
I crossed my arms over my chest and slumped in my seat, eyes glaring out
of the window at the rolling dunes leading to the beach. I felt like a
little kid. A bad one. Of all the times to screw up. We were on the verge
of moving in together, in the 'looking around for a place we both liked',
stage. All I needed was for him to think I was an irresponsible idiot
and to make him look like one too in front of important people.
Heero didn't yell, it really wasn't his style. He was more of the crush
and pulverize, while glaring, type person."This was extremely bad timing,"
Heero began, but he didn't sound pissed. Instead, he sounded... I turned
my head to look at him, not sure I should trust my ears. He was looking...
I think I looked that way the first time that I saw him naked.
"You look..." Heero blushed. "Very handsome... very... If we didn't have
to go into work, I think we would be going back to your bungalow."
I blinked, stunned. My brain tried to make sentences, but all it came
up with was, 'Huh? Wha-? and nhuh?' So I kept quiet. His hand reached
out and touched the mess of my hair and then caressed my cheek. It was
my turn to get hot. Suddenly, he was on top of me and I was flailing and
going down. His lips locked on mine and he groaned while his very strong
hands began pulling at my clothes.
Hey, I'm young, and any chance to tango with Heero Yuy short circuited
any common sense. I think anyone passing by was probably confused to see
two feet, in dress shoes and socks, flailing in the front seat. We didn't
go all the way, but it was close enough and just as thorough. We ended
up sated, tangled up together like overheated pretzels, and feeling embarrassment
and in pain from our cramped positions.
"Kleenex?" I struggled to say as Heero stuck an elbow in my gut as he
tried to get off of me. He was hampered by a tight console and a stick
shift. More grunting and struggling, and then we were separating and Heero
was reaching under the seat. He pulled out a wad of kleenex and handed
it to me.
"Pervert," I growled at him as I took them and started cleaning off, but
his looked was so guilty and sheepish that I started laughing. Heero doesn't
do either well.
"I..." Heero cleared his throat as he did up his pants. "I'm not sorry."
I laughed again. "I don't think I am either." I groaned as I unbent from
my pretzel imitation and sat up. One old man was staring disapprovingly
nearby , a little dog on a leash nosing about some beach grass. I waved
with forced friendliness. "Uh, Heero, we should go. He's probably called
Heero drove the car out of the parking lot and then he glanced at me and
winced. "I don't think I... improved the situation."
"No shit!" I snorted as I tried to get my hair to at least stay behind
my shoulders. Tendrils were escaping at every point.
"It's just that you look... very... native," Heero said hesitantly. "Natural...
I pulled up my pants and zipped over a renewing hard on. "You can stop
now. Having a 'tent' and wild hair is really not going to inspire confidence
in the meeting." I couldn't help smirking at him, though. "So, you have
a thing for surfer boys?"
"Surfer men," Heero whispered under his breath, but was smiling too.
We pulled into headquarters and I felt like a sideshow freak as I walked
down the secure halls and had every eye looking at me, at my hair, at
"Maxwell!" Wu Fei came out of nowhere and grabbed me by an elbow. He turned
me away from the wide eyed men and women, looking furious and embarrassed
as he whispered harshly, "I think that you need to change your clothing."
"My..." I looked down and turned eighteen shades of red, some, I was sure,
had never been seen before. I think that I reached a whole new level of
embarrassment. Okay, so I didn't get entirely cleaned up and Heero had
managed to christen my pants.
"Locker room," I gritted out and Wu Fei and Heero were my cover as we
We were late. Some God was on my side for once, though. My cell phone
rang as I opened my locker and found a folded up pair of fatigue pants.
It would have to do. I slipped out of my shoes and dropped my dirty pants
while I fished out my cell and answered it.
"Duo?" Quatre's voice was both annoyed and anxious. He's a sweetheart,
until you mess with his organized schedules. "First, you and Heero are
late. What's your ETA?"
"We're here at headquarters, " I replied as I started to pull on my fatigues.
"Just had a small accident and had to change pants."
The reason why was obvious to me, but it wasn't to Quatre. He let that
go, though, and said, "The generals will be a half hour late, but I do
expect you in the meeting room at that time."
"I'll be there," I replied.
"And Duo?" Quatre seethed.
"Yes?" What now?
"When you doodle, please don't do it on stat forms that I have to present
to important people?" Quatre complained. "I don't think they would understand
that you are only joking when you draw me being strangled by paperwork."
I was feeling five years old again, but I deserved it. "Sorry. We'll be
at the meeting, don't worry."
"All right, Duo," Quatre said with a long suffering sigh and hung up.
I pushed my pants back down.
"Maxwell?" Wu Fei had reluctantly joined Quatre's organization. I'm sure
I wasn't making him feel as if he'd made the right decision.
"Duo?" Heero looked just as confused.
"Meeting's been pushed back a half an hour," I told them. "I have time
to shower and try to get this crap out of my hair."
"Shears would accomplish the task very easily," Wu Fei sniffed disdainfully.
"I'll try shampoo first," I shot back and grabbed a bottle of that and
some heavy duty conditioner.
Hero helped me, god love him, but it was useless. We both pulled, separated,
scrubbed, and tweezed at the stubborn strands of braided cord and hair.
I ended up sitting, naked, on a bench, my hair strung out everywhere,
and Heero and, surprisingly, Wu Fei trying to figure out how to at least
make the mass look presentable.
"You are going to be my commanding officer on this mission," Wu Fei told
me, "I will not be shamed in front of our men or at the meeting we have
Ah, I was a disgrace. My dishonor was his. Very medieval. "If you have
any suggestions, beside cutting it off, I'm all ears," I growled back.
"This is a woman's hair," Wu Fei announced as he let his two handfuls
of it drop. "Let women deal with it." He walked away purposefully.
I looked at Heero. "Any ideas?" He shook his head, no. I checked my watch.
"We're running out of time.
"Hey, Maxwell!" a male voice laughed. "You look like a candy cane."
A shift was over and men were filling up the locker room.
"Shove it, Perkins!" I snarled and dropped a towel into my lap to cover
at least some of my nakedness. I had been wearing a half shirt and knee
length shorts most of the previous day. My red tan was banding with the
pale skin that had been covered. Okay, so I did look like a candy cane.
Screw him, anyway. They laughed at my hair. I endured the usual ribbing
"I have a meeting in ten minutes!" I groused. "If you want ground support
for this new mission, you better stop laughing and hope I look presentable
That was serious business to them. The laughing stopped. I was surrounded.
Heero suddenly had a lot of help untangling my hair. They talked behind
my back and I sat uncomfortably as they tossed suggestions back and forth.
My hair was stretched out wide to give them room.
"Someone get a camera!" A female voice laughed.
"Hey!" I pulled my towel up more closely and stared, wide eyed, as Wu
Fei came into the locker room with several women. They joined the men
and I felt things being poured onto my hair. They smelled like flowers
"Don't worry, honey," an older woman reassured me. "I had a passing fling
with a beauty salon before I decided to pick up a gun instead."
"Your hair is so thick," another woman complained. "I don't think this
is going to work."
"It needs to soak," yet another woman suggested. "For hours."
"I have five minutes!" I complained loudly and started to stood up, dragging
my towel around my narrow hips. I started to turn and then heard the last
voice in the world that I wanted to hear just then.
"And this is the locker room," Quatre said. "We're having shift change
right now so..."
He trailed off and I dared to look. Heero looked sick to his stomach beside
me and that gave me fair warning. Three generals stood arrayed behind
Quatre, making him look small and young. They were all taking in the sight
of me, the supposed shining star of Quatre's force, the man they were
supposed to trust to lead their men, with his hair filled with god knew
what, almost naked, and surrounded by what, by now, looked like a frat
party gone terribly wrong.
"I think I will go now," Wu Fei said in a strained voice. Everyone else
took that as their cue to scatter. Only Heero was brave enough to stand
with me. See why I love him?
"Tour?" I managed to ask, trying my best to look innocent... no, don't
ask me why. It's my fall back defense.
"Yes," Quatre replied tightly. "That was why the meeting was pushed back.
They asked to see the installation."
"Captain Maxwell?" One of the general's asked. He looked like something
out of an old movie, brass on every point of his dress uniform, square
jaw, squared off haircut, and a mean scar along his jaw line.
"Yyyeeees..." That sounded stupid. I winced and hunched into myself as
I hitched up my towel. "Uh, this looks bad, doesn't it?"
"Yes," the general replied, but then he laughed. I blinked at him and
then looked at Heero. He was as perplexed as I was. Maybe this was just
a really bad dream.
"Lorimar?" One of the other generals asked, probably confused to.
The general wiped at an eye and then said, "I've read you record, in and
out of the war, Captain Maxwell. I think someone with that many brilliant
successes, is allowed a bad day... or some eccentricities."
"Bad day," I affirmed. "Some young girls and too much sun and beer."
The general laughed again. "Been young myself once. You serve hard, you
play hard too."
Duo found a smile, Heero stopped looking like death, and Quatre remembered
to breathe. He took a deep one, held it, and then let it out. "Captain
Maxwell... if you could clean up and join us in the meeting room?"
"Yes, sir," I replied as formally as I could.
"Gentlemen?" Quatre motioned for the generals to proceed him back out
of the locker room.
The general held up a clipboard without turning and yelled back, "Keep
your damned doodling off my paperwork, though! Your beef against the requisitions
master shouldn't be on my infiltration scenarios!"
"Yes, sir!" I called after him and then sat down heavily on the bench.
Heero sat down beside me.
"I know. Why say it?" I sighed. "I'm a screw up."
"Unconventional," Heero amended, "but still damned amazing at getting
yourself out of impossible situations."
I grinned. So I wasn't going to have a cold bed and a hunt for a new boyfriend.
I guess Heero was getting used to me and my... bad timing. Hey, I'm not
going to chew myself up. I had enough people around me who wanted the
job. I was just glad... very glad... that Heero wasn't one of them.
"I need to rinse this stuff out. " I stood up again and headed for the
"Wait!" Heero called after me and I stopped and looked over my shoulder.
Heero looked uncertain, but determined as he said, "Since they've already
seen it... and everything seems to be all right. Could you leave the braids
and the beads in... at least until tonight?"
You gotta love him. I know I do.
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