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"Bona Fide"Written By: ExecutiveShrimp Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, it belongs
to Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. Written for pleasure not
profit. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Romance, drama, family Pairings: 1x2x1 Summary: Heero is being deported. Duo suggests (or proposes, if you will) marriage, to get Heero a Green Card. All they have to do is convince Immigration that their love is 'bona fide'. The problem is… they hate each other. Bona Fide is part of the GWCU: The Gundam Wing Cinematic Universe A GWCU fanfiction based on The Proposal (2009) This series of stories places our two (or more) favorite Gundam Wing characters in movie "universes". Not following the original story of the movies, but borrowing their worlds, events and/or premises. For a comprehensive introduction to the concept of the GWCU - as well as an up-to-date list of movie adaptations that are completed, in progress or planned - view my profile page.
"Bona Fide" PART SEVEN It was technically already their wedding day by the time they arrived back at the house. All of the guests had long left and Duo's mother fretted: "Where have you been? You two are supposed to be in bed, getting some sleep! Go, go!" She ushered them upstairs. She jokingly called after them that maybe Duo should sleep in his childhood bedroom tonight, but Duo didn't like that idea at all. He grabbed Heero's hand and pulled him along to the guest bedroom. He wasn't planning on kissing him again, but when the door fell shut behind them, he suddenly had the man pressed up against it and ravished his mouth needily. His hands started on either side of his narrow waist, clutching him so tightly that when he dragged his hands up his ribs, he pulled the button-up out of Heero's slacks. Duo slid one of his legs between Heero's and put his hands on his waist again, but under his shirt this time. Rocking his hips against him, he became aware of Heero's erection, swiftly brining Duo to the same state of arousal. Heero's fingers scratched at the tall man's shoulders and he moaned his name into his mouth. Duo's hips moved at a purposeful rhythm. His hands moved around to Heero's back. One trailed up, the other down until one was tickling between his shoulder blades and the other grabbed at his ass. "Mmm… wait… waitwaitwait…" Heero said against his lips although he kept kissing him even as Duo pulled back at his request. Duo's entire body stilled, but he didn't move away an inch. He touched his nose to Heero's. "What is it?" The Japanese man swallowed audibly and confessed in a whisper: "I was going to embarrass myself by coming in my pants." Duo bit his bottom lip to stop himself from smirking. "Am I that good?" Heero snorted. "Don't flatter yourself. It's… been a while." "How long is a while?" He placed a chaste kiss on his cheek, then on the corner of his mouth, reminding him of their very first kiss, not very long ago at all. "Hmmm… A year and a half." Duo reared his head back to focus his gaze on Heero's eyes. He tried to hide his shock, he didn't want to be offensive. "That's… quite a while…" "I've been busy." "Yeah, making my life miserable was really time-consuming." He scrunched up his face. "Too soon?" Heero brushed past the remark and said: "All I'm trying to warn you about is that it's not going to last, so… manage your expectations." He inhaled sharply through his nose and readily kissed back when Duo reconnected their mouths and moved his hands over his torso again. He wasn't really thinking about taking it that far yet – "all the way" he used to say in college – but then again, he also hadn't planned on kissing him in the first place. "I expect it to be incredible…" Duo breathed and he was confident it would be. "But I was thinking we should save ourselves for our wedding night." After a final peck on those kissable lips, he pulled back. Heero leaned against the door heavily. He looked great with his hair all awry and his lips parted to pant. "Yeah… okay…" He smirked. "I call dibs on the bathroom." They took turns getting ready for bed and they each took their time in the shower, to relieve the pressure that had built. When Heero emerged from the bathroom, Duo was on the floor at the foot of the bed, where he had been sleeping for the past two nights. "You're not even going to share the bed with me?" He asked, standing over the other. Duo brushed his knuckles along the golden shin. "Oh, I don't dare to. I don't trust myself to be able to keep my hands to myself." Heero scoffed at the glib statement and stepped over Duo to get to the bed. Duo bit his lip and determinedly kept his gaze fixated on the ceiling fan until the room went pitch black when Heero switched off the single light on the bedside table. "Goodnight." "Goodnight." Duo drummed his fingers on his chest. He couldn't help himself: "So… your best friend is a cat, huh?" "Shut up." "Loser." "Boys… Boys?..." A soft voice called from far away. Duo rolled onto his back and cracked his eyes open. His mouth was parch dry. "Mom?" He croaked. "You two better be decent." "Wha-… Wai-" His weak voice died altogether when the bedroom door opened and he made eye contact with his mother. Confusion quickly blended into shock. Her mouth fell open at the sight of her son sleeping on the floor on the night before his wedding, but she stepped back without saying anything and pulled the door shut. The abrupt sound woke Heero up with a start. "What was that?" "… My mother…" There was a pause. "Did she…?" "Yeah." His heart was racing. "Oh, fuck." Duo kicked away the blanket that covered him and jumped up from the floor. In his nightwear, his hair completely disheveled, he padded downstairs on bare feet, hoping to catch her and to sway her once more to believing this romance had been real from the start. Before she could get any ideas from which there was no going back. He found her in the kitchen, standing by the coffee pot. Norman sat at the breakfast table by the window, the sport's section of the newspaper splayed out in front of him. Clearly, his wife hadn't clued him in on anything, because he was positively chipper when his gaze landed on his son. "There he is! Cold feet yet?" He pointedly looked at his bare feet. He was feeling cold all over, to be perfectly honest. "Uhm, Mom… can I talk to you for a second?" Norman let out a laugh. "Oh, C.C., please don't tell me you walked in on anything! I told you to leave them be until they came downstairs on their own accord." "Well, it's already eleven AM," she bit. Duo's father frowned, but he chalked it up to stress and nerves for her son's big day and shot a look towards his son that clearly communicated he wasn't going to risk getting into it. Duo, however, knew that the only reason his mother was this mad was because his father confided in her about the intrusive call from the USCIS officer. Finding them the way she had on the morning of their wedding was proof towards Chang's accusation. Before long she would tell her husband what she had seen and everything would escalate from there. "Mom, please? I really need your advice?" He pleaded. "Can we go into the sitting room for a minute." "Don't bother." With a grunt that aged him, Duo's father got up from the chair and started shuffling out of the kitchen on his slippers. "I was going to take a shower anyway." He headed down the hall and a few seconds later he locked the bathroom door behind him. "Mom…" She spun around but wouldn't look at him. Her bottom lip was quivering as she fought to contain her emotions. "Is it true?" He didn't know what else to do but feign innocence. "Is what true?" "What that man said on the phone yesterday. The man that called to this house." She pointed down at the flagstone flooring underneath her feet. "The man that said our son is a liar." The last word broke her and the tears started to fall. "No, we just had an argument last night," he lied pathetically. She covered her mouth with her hand and mumbled into her palm: "You are a liar…" His heart hurt. "Mom… Mom, please… I'm sorry." He rushed towards her but she held her other hand out in front of her, keeping him at bay, protecting the space she needed at the moment. "It's true," he said. "The only reason I proposed to Heero, last week, was to keep him in the country." The truth would hurt her, but it was the only way he knew how to convince her that she needed to trust him now and not tell anyone. More lies weren't going to solve anything. "And I only did that as leverage to get him to agree to put my art up for display in the gallery, because I did still hate him. I really did. But something has changed between us since we came here. I don't know what it is yet, but I want to find out… and I won't if you tell anyone what you saw. Because if Dad finds out, he is going to stop this wedding and call Chang up himself to tell him and he'll send Heero back to Japan and me to prison, possibly." "Duo, marriage is a sacred institution. You can't disrespect it like this." Interestingly, he always thought she was going to say that about a gay marriage anyway… "Mom, I beg of you, give us a chance." When he worried that wasn't going to work, he repeated: "I could go to prison." "Not if you're smart enough not to let it get as far as you intend to take it." "I'm marrying Heero," he said adamantly. "I'm going to do what I can to keep him here, in the country, whether you're on our side or not. But we'd stand a much better chance if you are." "Even if I would believe that your feelings for Heero are becoming genuine, I still might not be able to condone this, Darren." She never called him that. "Because even if you have started to fall for him, this wedding is still a fraud. How do you expect me to support that?" He couldn't answer that. All he could say, barely audible, was: "Please…" "I need time to think." He nodded, at least that was something. At the sound of footsteps he turned around and Heero appeared in the archway of the kitchen. The Japanese man saw how distraught Cecilia was and his guilt and regret were evident on his features. "I'm sorry." "I need time," the woman said again. Duo and Heero respected her wish and left her alone. They waited upstairs. Waited for the axe to fall. Waited for Norman to come storming up the stairs. It remained quiet. They sat in the lounge chairs, by the window. Duo was looking outside. Heero was looking at the bed, or so Duo thought. But when the man spoke up, Duo woke from his trance and followed his gaze to the painting on the wall above the headboard. "It's a lovely piece," is what Heero had said. "It's mine," He blurted and studied Heero's face for a reaction. The curator smiled and flicked his gaze his way. "I know. I knew it from the moment I first walked into this room." "But you hate my work." "I never said that." Duo rolled his eyes. "No, you said you didn't love my work." "And I said that when I had only seen your recent work; your digital art. I don't like technology as a medium, which is why I didn't love your work. Even though it was good." The revelation shocked him, to say the least. "You thought my work was good?" "Hmhm." "You looked at it for all of ten seconds." "How long did you have to look at Nu Descendant l'Escalier before you realized how good it was?" He countered. His eyes widened. "How… How did you know I like Marcel Duchamp?" That was a stupid question. Heero knew art like no one else. It was the reason he was widely known as the best curator of the fine arts in all of New York City. "Please. The references to cubism and futurism in your other early work, downstairs, are quite heavy-handed. And it's one of the best pieces of the movement. The suggestion of motion is impeccable. Clearly it inspired you, as you've achieved something similar here." "I… I can't believe you're saying this." "Don't get me wrong. In the spirit of honesty, I must admit I don't think your work is good enough for the gallery." His heart sank, only to be lifted again when Heero continued: "But one day it will be. I hired you as my assistant because I saw your work and I knew there was greatness awaiting and I wanted to be there to see it happen." "Then why did you act like such a superior cunt?" "Because I didn't count on your being such a lousy assistant… and because I thought you had given up on your talent and that pissed me off." Duo reclined in the chair and stared at his own painting from four years ago, his graduation project. "I have to say… these have been quite the couple of days…" Everything of any importance was different now from a few days ago. He knew his family accepted his sexuality. He knew his father supported his dream of being an artist. He knew his boss wasn't a heartless monster, but was a man he could fall for. He knew he had real talent, but he also knew he wasn't ready to have an exposition yet. It was a lot of change to process. "No shit." Duo smiled. The both shot upright at a knock on the door. "Yeah? Come in." Norman opened the door. "Your mom just got back." What? He didn't even know she had left. "She picked up your tux and Granny. The two lovely ladies will take Heero to the venue to get ready and we'll join them once we get you polished up and presentable for your wedding." Evidently, C.C. had decided to keep their secret, if only for the time being. Duo and Heero shared a look. "Well, go on, don't keep my wife and my mother waiting." Heero showed a small smile and got up to leave. Norman waited for him to be halfway down the stairs before he asked his son: "How are you holding up?" "I'm doing pretty good." He cast another look at the painting on the wall. "No cold feet?" "Rather toasty, actually." "You're doing better than I did on my wedding day."
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