Warnings and Disclaimers:
I don't own Gundam Wing, no, really, I can prove it! Hehe
The Following Fic Contains: Au, 1x2 and 2x1, sex, lemon, cameras, lollipops,
trains, coffee, a loft, more sex... um, you get the idea ^_^
Notes are at the end of the fic as well as translations... enjoy?
by Clary Sage
Coffee was what got him going
in the morning. What kept him going through the rest of the day was the
boy that got on the train at Twelfth and Highland. He didn't know his
name, had never heard his voice, he merely watched him daily. For two
weeks now, every morning and every evening, the same boy got on the train
exactly one stop after he did, and left the train, precisely two stops
before he did.
And so, here he was again, buying his early morning cup of coffee from
a decrepit vendor in the station hub, and waiting almost eagerly to step
onto the train. He sipped his coffee, noticing that once more he'd burned
his mouth, drinking the hot brew much too quickly for his health. His
briefcase rested against the side of his leg, solid black, matching the
dark suit he'd worn nearly every day for the past two years.
Ever since turning eighteen, he'd gotten this job in the city, striving
to keep it and move ahead in the large company. It wasn't difficult; he
was a genius, easily jumping up the ladder of success, when others could
only try to accomplish what he did so easily. So, if he was such a genius,
why was he so impatient to see this boy everyday?
Duo sighed, downing the rest of his bitter coffee and tossing the empty
cup into the trash on his way to the train platform. Five minutes more,
then another five until he got to see... him. Who was this boy? Where
did he go each day dressing as he did? Every question Duo had, never seemed
to be answered, today he knew, would be no different he was sure. He glanced
up at the clock again, two minutes, if the train was on time. He hoped
it would be, unwilling to be laid off merely because of something silly
He eyed the rest of the people lining up along the platform, wondering
why none of them seemed to stick in his mind like the boy did. That boy,
he knew exactly what it was about him. It was the lollipop. He nearly
chuckled when he thought about it, but it was true.
Duo could hear the train whistling down the tracks, speeding towards the
platform with a rush of air and screeching of brakes. It was time. Now
he had five minutes to kill until he got on the train. So he sat,
idly reading the advertisements peeling from the train walls. It seemed
to take an eternity to reach Twelfth and Highland.
It had all started two weeks ago. It had begun like any other day going
to work, boredom glazing his eyes at the mere thought of all the paperwork
riding his desktop. His fingertips had been tapping discontentedly upon
his briefcase, legs crossed as he watched the black walls through the
tinted windows of the train. Twelfth and Highland, and that's when his
A soft tap on his shoulder, Duo glanced up to find the most exceptionally
blue eyes he'd ever seen looking back at him. He'd waited, wondering what
the beauty wanted. The azure eyes squinted slightly for a moment, and
then a slim hand gestured with a lollipop at the empty seat beside Duo.
"Sure, go ahead." He'd said, only realizing after the dark haired pretty
sat beside him, that it was a boy.
He'd shaken his head, wondering what was wrong with him when he started
thinking boys were so attractive. But this one was, he was beautiful.
Large exotic eyes, long lashes, slim build, and the longest legs he'd
ever seen. While he was eyeing his seatmate, the boy also seemed to be
checking him out. They stared at each other for a moment, and then Duo
looked away, turning his face to the window through which showed only
In the reflection, he watched as the boy slid the lollipop into his mouth,
soft lips parting to let in the red candy, tongue delicately swirling
and shrouding it. Duo's mouth opened slightly, empathizing with the lollipop,
almost able to feel that slick little tongue slide, the exhalations of
breath from between the lips of the exotic boy as he bit down on the stick,
sucking the candied end into his mouth and leaving it there.
Show over, Duo sighed and kept watching never the less. His gaze drifted
down the tight black t-shirt the boy wore, the extremely tight black jeans,
dark combat boots. His eyes went to the hands perched on the boy's lap,
slim, long fingered, and almost delicate. Briefly, he imagined what those
hands would feel like smoothing over his skin, trembling down his back.
That's how it had started, simple imaginings. What ifs. Now, everyday
he waited for more, unable to tear his eyes off that damned boy and his
lollipops. The flavor changed daily, the clothes never seemed to. Just
as Duo only ever wore one suit to the office, so his seatmate only ever
seemed to wear dark jeans and shirts, and those ratty combat boots.
The train ground to a halt, and Duo glanced up in time to see the boy,
dressed as usual, sucking on a bright pink lollipop, the flavor of the
day. They'd gotten over the invitation stage, the boy immediately plopping
down in the empty seat beside Duo and nodding a greeting.
"Morning." Duo said, not expecting a response, since in all this time
the boy had never uttered a word.
Another nod, Duo watched as the pink candy was sucked in, teased by that
riotously matching tongue. The lush lips became stained with it, teeth
nearly too white against the blush of it. One word kept filtering in and
out of Duo's mind to describe it, erotic. There was just something about
the boy, the way his eyes became half closed, his mouth working continuously
on the lollipop, tongue moving delicately over its surface.
To his extreme embarrassment, Duo found himself growing hard watching
the display. Damn, not again he grumbled silently. This was happening
more and more often, this strange euphoric sensuality. He shifted in the
seat, pulling his briefcase closer, covering his obvious excitement, hoping
the boy hadn't noticed. Certainly, he wouldn't return this... feeling?
Just because the boy was so pretty, consciously or unconsciously seductive
in his every move, his very presence sending tingles of awareness down
Duo's spine. It meant nothing.
The train halted twice more, one more stop and the boy would get off,
but Duo knew he'd be back again that evening, dressed the same, another
lollipop hanging out of his mouth and enticing the unwary. Duo was becoming
desperate, two weeks of this seduction, whether it be known or not, and
he didn't quite know how to handle it anymore. He felt like he would burst
from the tension, the strain of doing nothing about such an attraction.
Then it was over, the boy's stop. He stood, glancing down at Duo, his
eyes as always shuttered, not a suspicion of what he was thinking or feeling
showing in them. With another nod, he was gone; Duo's eyes remaining glued
to him, watching through the tinted window until the train pulled away
a few moments later.
Work went as it always did, sometimes Duo thought, as it always would.
It felt on some days as if he would spend forever trapped in his office,
the immense windows displaying his withering body for all to see. And
though he would snort at such thoughts, he was half afraid it would become
true. He didn't know what was worse, becoming a doddering old man who
still worked for this company, pouring his life into it. Or to become
just another person on the street, a low paying job with legs. At least
here, he had a chance to save his money, invest it wisely, and one day
he would leave just as easily as he'd come to this place, or so he would
As usual, what got him through his day carrying it quickly past, was the
thought of the boy on the train; he'd be there again on the way home.
His hair would perhaps be a bit more mussed, but his eyes would remain
the same. Duo smiled slightly, wondering what the flavor of the evening
He was barely aware of the walk to the station, his heart already beginning
to hammer, thinking of that boy again. Something about him, something
so different from others. If Duo hadn't known better, he would have thought
it was destiny working for him, finding him something he'd been unable
to find on his own. But Duo knew better, hope was easily let down.
His mind wandered as his feet carried him into the station, his briefcase
grasped loosely in his right hand, eyes cast down watching the concrete
as he passed over it. Automatically he headed for the platform, the whistling
screech of the train as it sailed down the tunnel caught his ears and
In two stops, he'd see him again, what flavor tonight? He smiled secretly,
contemplating. Perhaps it would be blue? Maybe green? But the boy always
seemed to go for red hues, pinks, peaches, scarlet. Almost as if he purposely
chose colors that would seem erotic on his tongue and staining his lips.
But that was ridiculous. Duo shook his head at such thoughts, and stepped
onto the train with the rest of the people heading home for the day. Night
was coming quickly, dark would fall all too soon.
The seat he usually sat in was taken, but that didn't worry him, somehow
he knew the boy would still find him. He located an empty bench towards
the rear car; the light was out over the seat, graffiti painting the window
and part of the wall. Hellish, but a place to rest while traveling homewards.
He sat back, placing his briefcase on his knees and folding his hands
over it, eyes glazing as he stared blindly out the window at the flashing
and dark tunnel.
His mind began roaming in the fifteen minutes it took to get to the second
stop. He wondered why the boy never spoke, why he always wore black, and
why of all things did he incessantly suck on those lollipops. Anything
else Duo felt he could have dealt with, but those damned candy sticks
would be his undoing he was sure of it. And as if to answer these unspoken
and drifting thoughts, the center of his problem walked through the door
of the last car, and headed directly for him. He'd been right, the boy
had known exactly where to find him, somehow.
The long fingered hands delved into a pocket of the tight jeans, and came
out holding a lollipop. Duo's eyes slid upward, meeting the stunning blue
of the boy's. With a nod, the boy sat beside him, leaning back with complete
nonchalance, unwrapping and sucking on his candy. Duo watched as the pink
tongue flickered out, tasting. The soft lips parted, gently drawing in
the ruby sweet, circling it and bobbing over it, caressing.
Duo's mouth opened in response, his eyes glued to the scene, unable to
tear his gaze away. His fingers began trembling on the top of his briefcase.
His legs twitched, he crossed and uncrossed them, trying to remain calm
despite his racing blood. Time ceased to exist, the motion of that lush
mouth captivating and holding him in place, the rest of the world flowing
by unnoticed. Then the train was screeching to a halt, and the boy stood,
those amazing eyes meeting Duo's, drowning him for a moment.
"Omae wa ore no mono da." 
Duo blinked, taken by surprise, that voice. It was silk sliding along
his nerves, raw and pure, like the slide of flesh on flesh. Unfortunately,
he hadn't a clue what the boy had just said. He held out his hand, catching
the sleeve of the black t-shirt, tugging slightly.
"Wait, what's your name? What do you mean?"
The shuttered eyes met his, eyelids sliding low in a feral little look.
In a slow movement, the lollipop slid from between the boy's lips, the
sugary resin filling the air with its perfume of false fruit. Duo's mouth
remained opened and parted as if waiting.
"Ja matta ne." 
The train gave a warning chime at the door, the engine rumbling in readiness
for departure. With a quick smile, the boy shoved the lollipop into Duo's
open mouth, and then he was gone, moving swiftly.
Duo sank back against the seat, pulling his forgotten briefcase onto his
lap once more. It took him a moment to realize that the lollipop still
sat in his mouth, perched between his lips. His eyes closed as he pushed
it further in, tasting the artificial fruit flavor and the boy all at
once. And he still hadn't gotten his name. Without a second thought he
stood, grabbing his briefcase and bounding out the doors just as they
were closing, sending the motion sensors into a screeching frenzy as he
passed through them.
Twelfth and Highland, he'd never actually been there before, he'd never
had a reason before. But now, with the taste of the boy on his tongue
and the sweetness of the candy awash within his mouth, he had a reason.
He caught sight of the slim, black clad form heading for the stairs at
the far end of the station, briefly the boy turned, flashing him a look
that said he knew Duo was there, knew the hunt was on.
Duo nodded in response, loosening his tie and slipping his jacket off
his shoulders as he walked. The lollipop still held between his lips,
he dropped the jacket in the nearest trashcan, uncaring of its fate. Some
things were more important than a suit that made you a slave. The tie
flew into the next trashcan as Duo bounded up the stairs, fingers still
clutching his briefcase tightly. It was the last barrier. With a tug in
his chest, he dropped the case in the lap of a bum sitting outside the
station, his eyes never leaving the black clothed boy who strode ahead
Later, he could not say why he did these things, why he felt his life
should be left behind in his pursuit of the boy. He thought perhaps it
was the lollipop. In the last effort to be rid of a life shackled to his
desk, working for eternity with no true happiness, he pulled the thing
he'd hidden for the past two years from its hiding place. Tucked inside
his shirt, hidden beneath the suit jacket, nurtured at the small of his
back, he pulled the long chestnut braid free. It slid out striking the
backs of his thighs. It was his atonement, for being unable to live the
life he'd truly wanted.
He felt free for the first time in years, his existence finally his own,
no, he realized, it wasn't his life anymore. It now belonged to that boy
just up ahead, for some bizarre reason he couldn't define, he belonged
to that boy, the wildness he'd left behind in his childhood to pursue
financial security striding alive and free along the street ahead.
For a while, everytime he came within ten feet of the boy, someone got
between them, until Duo noticed how crowded the street was becoming. He
barely caught the sharp right turn the boy made going down a side street,
and followed, completely unaware of where he was or where he was going.
Smells assailed him, the sharp taint of meat, the spicy fragrance of teas,
flowers, unknown items of equally unknown origins. An open-air market,
the vendors growing thick amongst haphazard stalls.
He could hear voices raised in shouts, languages of every possible nation
filtering through the multitude. Once more, he caught sight of the boy,
standing beside a stall, holding three apples in his hand and listening
to an old woman who was trying to hand him yet another fruit. He watched
as the boy shook his head at the woman, smiling and patting her arm, then
he turned and met Duo's eyes before melting into the crowd again.
It felt surreal to be following this boy, wondering how this evening could
end. Possibility was an infinite thing, so much could happen. He found
himself stopped by the press of the crowds again, a few feet away from
where the boy stood beside yet another stall, apparently buying tea. Then,
they moved on, the boy easily finding his way through the clusters of
humanity, Duo following as best he could.
Soon, the stalls began to dissolve into nothing, a few stray vendors calling
out as he passed by them in his pursuit. The boy's pace stepped up and
he began moving more quickly, disappearing around a corner. Duo ran to
catch up, turning the corner, taking out the leftover stick of the lollipop,
and tossing it aside.
"Wait!" He shouted to the boy, afraid of losing the chase.
He was mildly shocked when the boy did, halting on the street corner and
turning, his eyes meeting Duo's once more. He waited until Duo had managed
to make his way beside him and then held out his hand, his other arm wrapped
around the bundle of items he'd bought.
Duo tilted his head questioningly. The boy took his hand, tugging it slightly,
taking a step away and turning. "Sonomama." 
"I don't understand." Duo said, wondering if he actually did understand
what the boy was saying. But he didn't dare hope, he might after all,
be completely wrong about the strange situation he was finding himself
"Do you want me to follow you?" Duo asked, knowing he most likely would
not receive a response. To his surprise, he did, as the boy nodded, tugging
his hand again, taking a small step away and then waiting.
"Alright." He allowed himself to be led, his mind going blank with activity.
Concentrating instead on the warmth, the sleekness of the boy's hand holding
his own, the tenseness of the long fingers over his palm, the small bite
of fingernails. His eyes followed the booted feet up the boy's long legs,
dwelling briefly on the firm rear and then moving upwards. Muscles undulated
and slid in the boy's back with each step, clearly visible against the
tight black t-shirt. Duo realized, despite the slim, near femininity of
the boy, that he was well built and unquestionably male.
They walked along the street for a few minutes, Duo's thoughts swirling
in confusion. Presently, they came to a building, one that seemed to be
different from the rest in that it didn't have any taller buildings surrounding
it, the view from the large windows clear and unblocked. The boy paused
outside a metal door, releasing Duo's hand and fishing in his pocket,
eventually pulling out a key. With a snick, the door opened, and the boy
once more took Duo's hand, tugging him into a surprisingly well-lit and
Duo had about had enough, his patience growing thin with the lack of information.
"Wait, why are we here? Is this where you live? What's your name? Please
The boy halted, setting his packages aside on a shelf that sat conveniently
near a small row of mailboxes imbedded in the wall. He pulled Duo's hand
up between them, lightly kissing his palm, eyes narrowed in seeming contemplation.
Then he looked up, the corners of his mouth curving in a smile.
"God, you're beautiful." Duo heard himself mutter, becoming lost in the
endless depths of blue that were the boy's eyes. Unthinkingly he leaned
closer, swaying as if enthralled, as indeed he felt he was.
"Please tell me your name." His voice was barely a whisper, he moved in
slow motion, his lips grazing the boy's, tasting the sweetness of the
candy, the softness of lush red. His arms went around the slim waist,
dragging the boy against him only to find himself being pushed against
a wall in return; he felt his back pressing against a mailbox. His mouth
was opened, a hot tongue moving against his lips before sliding inside
and toying with his own. The boy's hands tangled with his, maneuvering
them until they were held against the wall, a slim thigh pushing between
his legs, grinding against him.
He found his breath heaving, his head falling back against the wall, eyes
closing with a sudden weakness. His throat laid bare to the soft huffing
of breath from the boy, the quick slash of a tongue against the hollow
in his neck. Then the heat that had been burning into him was gone as
the boy moved away, picking up his packages from the shelf and taking
Duo's hand once more.
Duo was at a loss for words, the entire situation seeming illusory and
mysterious. He felt flushed from the kisses, his lips swollen from the
force of them. He lost track of time again, blindly following the boy,
nearly unaware of the stairs they climbed. Soon, another door lay in front
of them. The boy released his hand, fishing in a pocket again. Pulling
out a small card, he slid it into the slot beside the cold metal door.
A sharp click, and the door swung open onto a moonlit loft.
"Matte kudasai."  Came the soft request, a hand held against Duo's
chest for a moment, before it disappeared in the darkness.
Duo stood in the doorway, barely able to keep track of the black clad
form as it moved within the moonlight. Then a light flicked on, and the
entire space became visible. Cream carpeting, large picture windows, stairs
that seemed to lead to a bedroom platform that was hidden behind delicate
Japanese screens. A low sitting area was located near the center of the
room, two wide couches filling up the space pleasingly, a long flat table
resting between them. The boy gestured at one of the couches, motioning
for Duo to sit.
He nodded when Duo obeyed, and held out his free hand in a stay gesture
before turning and disappearing into a small hallway made of rice paper
screening. Duo heard the sound of cabinets being opened and shut, and
then silence. He felt as if his brain had been shut off for the duration
of the past hour, senses on overload. He'd never done something like this
before, and was frightened of the impulses that had led him this far.
Nervously he crossed his legs, and then, too filled with excitement to
sit, he bounced up, pacing around the couch for a moment. He glanced around
the wide room, noticing a neat pile of shoes at the doorway beside a small
rug. Walking over, he carefully removed his own shoes, setting them beside
the others. His sock clad feet carried him around the room, whispering
on the carpet as he at last took the time to calm down and absorb his
The walls for the most part were undecorated, except for the small arrays
of black and white photos, neatly matted and arranged here and there.
Duo leaned close, the pictures were of scenes from market places, streets,
cities, people milling about, shouting, laughing, dancing. It was as if
a gallery of life at its lustiest lay before his eyes. Humanity in all
its activity, movement and purpose. So, this was what life looked like,
and he'd been living his as if it did not contain these things. Slogging
along in his work, thinking he would leave someday and never actually
doing so. Nothing had distracted him from his goals until now. Suddenly,
nothing seemed to matter anymore, nothing but the enigma of the strange
Duo nearly jumped out of his skin as a hand landed gently on his forearm,
startling him from his thoughts. He turned, freezing as he took in what
the boy was wearing. It was silk robe, black and short, open at the neck
and showing off a smooth expanse of golden skin. Duo glanced down, seeing
for the first time those long legs unclothed, incredibly muscled and tight,
slim and faultless. Every inch of skin in view gold and unmarred.
"You're perfect." Duo whispered, his eyes sliding up and clashing with
the electric blue of the boy's.
"Hiiro." The boy said, pointing to himself and then gesturing at Duo.
The boy nodded and gestured again at Duo.
"You want to know my name?"
The boy smiled.
Horrible and rough translations from someone who actually doesn't speak
1- You belong to me
2- Bye, Later
3- Follow (me)
4- Now (at this time)
5- Wait please