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| Title: Incoming Chat Request Author: blackrose Summary: A bored Duo Maxwell decides to buy a laptop and spend his days chatting on the internet. Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon Pairings: 1x2x1, 3+4 Additional info: *thoughts* /sms/ <chat> Status: In Progress Disclaimer: I obviously don't own the G-boys, or I wouldn't be here fantasising about them. But...when I take over the world...they will finally be mine and I will have the perfect soldier tied to my bedpost *evil laugh* Feedback: Pretty please [[email protected]] Duo bounded into the room, a plate with assorted sweets in one hand, red bull in the other. He wanted to make sure he'd stay up all night long. After all it was the first night. The first night spent on the net. A brand new laptop was perched ontop of the otherwise bare desk. Its screen provided the only illumination to do room and by Duo-standards, who always preferred darkness to light, it was perfect. He set the plate and the bottle beside the precious lap top and wriggled himself onto the plush chair. Duo Maxwell had been feeling lonely. His boisterious nature always demanded to be around a high number of friends. But here, stranded on L2, he felt lonelier than an empty grave. It wasn't his fault anyway that he had found himself alone at the preventer's branch on L2, he argued many times with himself. After the war had ended and the fall of Mariemera heralded the era of peace, the five Gundam pilots sought to find their own places in society in which to settle down. Working at the Preventers' seemed the obvious choice. Pilot 01, Heero Yuy was quickly assigned the task of protecting Relena Pisscraft (sorry but I couldn't help it lol), once queen of the world and now ambassador of peace. The other high ranking positions were filled up by Trowa Barton, Quatre R. Winner and Chang Wufei. Pilot 02, namely Duo Maxwell had been paired up with Heero, as they had proven many times an incredible coherance whilst working together. Duo had been absolutley delighted with the arrangment. It was common knowledge among the preventers' staff that the beautiful braided ex-pilot only had eyes for a certain still-perfect ex-soldier. And yet, Heero was oblivious to all of Duo's subtle fliring and approaches. Duo would flirt, and Heero would glare him off. Everyone may reach a breaking point in his life, and Duo reached his when Trowa surprised everyone by proposing to Quatre. The violet eyed pilot reasoned out that if Heero never took notice of his advances whilst working together every day for a whole year, then, he'd be damned if he ever would. He had to move on and forget the never returned love. He submitted his resignation at Une's office shortly after Quatre's and Trowa's wedding. His resignation was declined but at least he was given a transfer to L2 where he would be working alone, doing some undercover work and reporting in at Preventer's Central every six months. Duo packed, and left that same night. Heero had noticed Duo's absence and pondered for a while about the reason for a transfer. But the thought was dismissed after a few minutes and he moved on. He moved on while Duo had stayed stuck in the murky backwaters of his mind. Quatre used to phone him at least once a week, but after two years, even the friendship between the empath and Duo started to crumble. In those two years Duo had been to earth only four times - once every six months - to report at the main office. In the last two trips he hadn't even warned anyone of his arrival, just handed in his paper work and departed back again without even letting his friends know he had been on earth. The office hours on L2 were long and dreary. He could have easily made new friends but visions of his blue-eyed love haunted him night and day. He sought refuge in the darkess, cooped up alone at his small flat, with no one to talk to except his faithful pet rock. The lap top had been a great idea. It would help him move on, or so he reasoned. He would log on to the net after work, and chat away to his hearts content. The idea of talking and sharing experiences and emotions with unknown people thrilled him. It was presisely the commitment he was looking for - a commitment which gave him something new and exciting to look forward too but at the same time wouldn't detach him from his past. And Duo lived only for the past. Duo rubbed his hangs together and then double clicked on the shortcut to mIRC icon. *Now I need some interestign channel* He scrunched up his forhead as he lay deep in thought. He giggled, and typed in. <Now talking in #Gundam. Userlist: @desert_angel, @pierrrot, violet_flame> <violet_flame> Well, I'd never believe it. Is that you Quat? <desert_angel_> Duo??? Duo looked at the screen, cocked his head and muttered, "small world". *sigh* <violet_flame> how ya doing Q-man? howz life? <desert_angel> everything's ok, but how about you Duo? you haven't phoned in ages <violet_angel> busy ya know? so work to do. how's Tro-chan? and WuWuman? <pierrot> I am well. So is Wufei. <violet_flame> hey Tro! didn't know it was you :D <desert_angel> Heero is well too, Duo *Shit. Quatre can still read me like an open book. But I have changed. I am over it.* <violet_flame> good to hear that <violet_flame> hey, do u know some interesting channel to chat? <violet_flame> not that i mean this isn't great but u know...new ppl? <desert_angel> perhaps you should try #gay-friends Duo burst out in laughing. <violet_flame> lofl, good old Q-man...u and your hentai mind ^_~ <desert_angel> *small grin* <desert_angel> we have to go now Duo but whenever you need us, come to this channel ::violet_flame sings Quatre's gonna bag Trowa, Quatre's gonna bag Trowa ::pierrot death glares violet_flame <desert_angel> *smile* did u think I married him just to look at him didn't you? <desert_angel> *laugh* <violet_flame> night night Q-man, night night Tro <desert_angel> goodnight Duo. Take care <pierrot> take care ::pierrot is away [reason] N/A ::desert_angel is away [reason] HeNtAi <violet_flame> *laughs* ::violet_flame has left #gundam (back on earth) "His pain...its tangible. Its been two years now and he hasn't healed yet. We shouldn't have left him alone," sighed Quatre as he flopped down on his king sized bed. "He is healing. He never would have tried to chat in the first place," replied Trowa, getting up from the desk and making his way torwards the bed. "Don't know what I would do without your love Trowa." "Don't think about it angel." ""can't help it. Why should I stop." "Because I'll love you for ever" Quatre sighed contently, all coherent thoughts driven away from hsi mind as his lover's lips caressed his neck. |