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Disclaimer: Guess what?
They're not mine! I do wish
they were though� anyway.
I claim no ownership to the characters of Gundam Wing - please don't sue
meee!
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Title: Captured in Charcoal (Part 9)
- Author: Koko Kitty ([email protected])
- Archive: Past parts can therefore be founnd at the following:
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- Category:> AU shonen-ai
- Parings: 1+2+1
- Rating: Not much of a rating at the moment, but future NC-17
- Warnings:> AU, possible OOC,
potholes, unbeta-ed mess, umm�.
- Feedback:> Yes, please!!
- Notes: A very big thank you goes to all those wonderful people that
took time to send me feedback. Including
all those at ff.net. It was a much
needed confidence boost for the last part!
Thank you!
Now it's -this- part I'm nervous about� *tosses
fic out into the wilderness and hides in a passing tumbleweed*
Captured
in Charcoal - (Part 9)
A
GW fanfic by Koko Kitty
/Hmm�/
Heero
glanced up to double check where the line fell in accordance to the one he'd
just done. Noting the image of the
section in the book into his mind, he lightly stroked the lead of the pencil in
a soft, curving line, flickering his blue eyes up at the book occasionally to
double check he was doing this correctly.
While
doing the anatomy sketches asked of him, the messy haired boy thought back to
last week. The events of last
Tuesday had been repeating themselves in his head all week, and kept reliving
themselves in his mind. Duo coming
over here had been so daunting yet so wonderful.
There were certain things that he couldn't get out of his head. Like how Duo had paused in the middle of their conversation
about relationships, a sauce-covered pasta bow held stationary on the end of his
fork as he'd focused those dreamy violet eyes on his own and had said in a
whisper "I really wish I was with
someone." Heero's heart
had catapulted through his ribcage at that moment, he had been sure, and he
remembered how he'd hoarsely choked out a tiny, "Me too." in reply.
Now
he didn't quite know how to act around the model.
The conversations they had made him feel nervous.
But despite how that time with Duo had made his heart flutter with
excitement at being in Duo's company, he had enjoyed it immensely. They had had the chance to get to know each other a lot
better, learning about each other's lives, hobbies and interests.
He had felt on the spot last week when Duo had asked what sort of things
he liked, then relieved when he found that the beautiful boy liked much of the
same things.
Heero
paused in his study of the anatomy, idly twirling his pencil on his sketchpad. Maybe, just maybe, there was a possibility that he would have
a chance with Duo. A possibility
that he could be with him? Could
Duo ever be interested in him?
Heero
daredn't hope, less his dreams be crushed and he be left feeling hollow and
empty. At least they were becoming friends. It seemed. And
Heero relished that, deciding that he loved the casual, easy conversations like
they'd had last week. Even if he
couldn't cuddle up with Duo, planting kisses on him as they spoke, like in his
daydreams. He shook his head at
himself, shaking it harder and getting his act together when he saw the time.
It seemed loneliness was taking its toll, and wanting the beautiful boy
made the solitude harder.
+++++
Sat
in the drawing room for his life drawing class, Heero realised something.
What if Duo wasn't the model today?
�
He
didn't know what had made him presume that Duo would be here this week, but he
had. His worries dissipated though, when the subject of his
thoughts strolled through the door, just on time.
Looking as gorgeous as ever in close fitting trousers and T-shirt, Duo
smiled in greeting to the class. Heero could have sworn that Duo nodded to him
in acknowledgement as well as presenting that winning smile to him.
He smiled/smirked back before uncharacteristically wriggling delightedly
in his seat. He was looking forward
to this class.
+++++
He
blinked at the small pot the tutor had plonked in front of him, raising an
eyebrow in question.
"Tell
you in a minute."
Heero
shrugged, reaching for the pot. The
substance was powdery, dark and looked like it would blow away with the
slightest breath. He dipped a
finger in it, wondering if it was the powdered graphite they had used a while
ago. It wasn't though. The
powder didn't leave that shiny, lead touch on his fingers, and instead, turned
them a dusky black.
"Right
then class! I bet you've all
figured out what this is now. I
want you to do the same thing you did last time, using your fingers to draw the
figure. I want some real expression
in these all right? Don�t rub out
those little bits that fall onto the paper and don't be afraid to loosen up your
style. Just whack loads on your
fingers, really load it up, and get it onto your paper.
Use rubbers to help you carve it out.
For those of you that weren't here when we di�.."
Heero
tuned out the tutor's voice for a moment, hearing him only in the distance as he
watched Duo come out of the dressing area.
In the same silken robe as usual, Duo carefully stepped into the room, in
case he disturbed the tutor's instructions.
Heero watched, mesmerised as the silky sway of chestnut hair swung with
his moments, caressing and sliding over the lusciously encased body.
His eyes traced up the model's perfect figure, and Heero sighed dreamily
in his head at what he saw. He
continued looking up, eyes devouring the neckline of the robe.
Loosely tied, the 'V' shape neckline hung very low, exposing smooth,
toned skin. Heero's eyes flickered
up, frozen when they encountered Duo's own eyes.
He saw the amused, friendly smile before he looked away, uncomfortable
partly from devouring Duo and from embarrassment of being caught looking.
He honed his hearing back the teacher, who was now moving towards Duo and
ushering him onto a very large, white, wooden box.
Seating himself on it, Duo moved about as the teacher wanted him to,
ending in a position where he was sat down as normal, taking some of his weight
on his arms which were at each side of him.
Heero watched as the tutor OK-ed the pose, and then went to tweak the
lights. Blue eyes, dilated with
lust were fixed on the model as he fiddled with the belt of the robe.
It seemed Heero wasn't as lucky today, as he didn't have a frontal
view� shame. Today, he could see Duo's side, and some of his back; a
slight diagonal position.
He
looked round at the class, who already seemed to be starting.
Not wanting to get left behind, Heero picked up his little pot, and sunk
a fingertip into the soft, powdery mass. Blackened
with charcoal, he smeared the digit on the page, marking the graceful curve of
Duo's back. Somewhere in the past 5
minutes, Duo must have collected his hair up and gathered it over one shoulder,
as Heero was treated to lots of flawless skin.
He admired as he analysed, brown silky strands of hair falling into his
eyes as he worked.
+++++
He
looked up, surprised at the announcement of break.
It seemed very soon� He glanced down at his work, pleased.
Drawing with his fingers was fun, and he loved the relaxed, loose mood it
put him into. He wasn't surprised
to note that the entire class had left the room for break.
However, he noted with a churning leap of happiness that Duo was still
here. He'd just gotten changed,
fiddling with a blue, woollen jumper. Heero
got up, feeling brave all of a sudden. He
vaguely walked towards the sink; a good excuse to be nearer to the vision
pulling the jumper over his head. As
he came nearer, Duo's head popped out from the neck of the garment, hair looking
ruffled. Duo brushed aside his long
bangs with a swipe of his hand before smiling brightly at Heero.
"Hi!"
Heero
smiled. Partly because this felt
more comfortable than nerve-racking now. He
nodded his head in acknowledgement in Duo's direction as he came to a stop near
the gorgeous man.
Duo
looked hopeful, averting his gaze for a moment."Hey� I was just wondering
-"
Heero
smiled amusedly all of a sudden, coming closer to Duo who blinked stupified at
Heero's increasing proximity.
"You�
um� have a little�"
He
reached towards Duo's face, which was slightly tilted up towards him.
His lips were slightly parted, eyes focused on Heero's. Heero flickered his gaze to the small bit of wool resting
softly against Duo's cheek, his fingers slowly reaching towards it.
Though they weren't touching, the Japanese art student was incredibly
conscious of the way that Duo's body seemed to fit so perfectly with his own.
Duo's small frame seemed to be made to fit with his body, a fact which
Heero quickly dismissed to concentrate on the issue at hand.
His
fingers whispered against Duo's cheek, revelling in the silken, smooth texture
of his skin. He brushed aside the
little woollen bit of fluff, before his eyes widened.
"Uh..",
he smirked a little. "I�"
Duo
quirked a questioning eyebrow before flickering his eyes towards Heero's hands. He gawped - Heero's fingertips were covered in dusky
charcoal. The start of a laugh
halted when he felt Heero stroke his face with tiny touches of his fingers.
Heero
saw a stray strand of chocolate coloured hair fall in the corner of his eye as
he slowly lowered his face towards Duo's. Gods�
Duo's proximity was having an odd effect on him.
His heart jumped crazily, his chest seeming like one big, odd ache.
He wasn't terribly sure what he was doing, and what he *was* sure of,
felt so right that he didn't want to stop.
His breathing quickened when Duo reached up to close the distance between
them, his heart halting momentarily as he felt the soft touch of Duo's lips on
his own. His eyes fluttered closed
as he leant into the kiss, which was nothing further than a simple, heart
stopping touch. Light, tentative
whispers of their mouths met before their mouths seem to naturally part, neither
of them moving for a moment as they reflected on what had just happened.
Heero could feel the barest murmur of Duo's light breathing against his
face. He-
The
sound of the door opening was heard, and they quickly sprung away from each
other. Heero looked to see who it was.
It was David - the talented older student that came frequently.
He took a deep breath before glancing to Duo.
A small smile was quickly given to him, an almost shy look to Duo's warm
expression. He watched as Duo slowly moved away, holding his gaze until
the long braid disappeared into the model's dressing room.
His heart seemed to start beating again, and Heero came back to his
senses, walking to where he was sat and sitting down with a dazed air about him.
/Wow�/
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TBC
~KK
28/04/2002
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