Disclaimer: I don't own GW, or the boys, I just like to play with them. :grins wickedly:

Warning: Sometime during the war, you decide when. They're in a safehouse, you decide where it is. In my happy world, it doesn't matter.
Yummy yaoi, shounen-ai, whatever you want to call it. 1x2, mention of 34. 05 isn't there, dunno why, maybe he's lost. Really just a lot of nonsense, it was written mostly between 3 and 5 in the morning, since I couldn't sleep, and my fluff bunnies wouldn't leave me alone. The POV is all out of wack, keeps flipping without warning, just so you know. Again, 3 in the morning. It's not my fault!

Of Fire and Ice

Part One

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"Heeeeero."

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"Heeeeeeeero."

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"Heeeeeeeeero!" Duo, sprawled lazily across his bed, sat up, irritated.

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"Heero, I think you love your computer more than you love me!" the braided boy complained.

"Hn," was the only reply from the Perfect Soldier.

"Heeeeero!" Duo whined again. He was incredibly bored, and the relentless clicking of Heero's fingers flying over his precious laptop's precious keypad was slowly driving him off the road of sanity into the abyss of madness.

"Get out," Heero ground out automatically, not actually paying any attention to the American boy.

"Heeeeero! It's pouring out. There's no one outside for me to talk to! I have to talk to someone." You're so damn cold it's not like you really notice anyway, Duo grumbled to himself.

"Go bother Quatre," Heero snapped, without looking away from the dull glow of the screen.

"Cat's busy," Duo said, and flopped back on his bed with an annoyed sigh.

"Trowa, then," the Japanese boy bit out, still not turning, or pausing his typing.

"Tro's with Cat." Duo laughed. "You don't think Cat's been going it alone all afternoon, do you?"

"Of course no – " the clicking stopped abruptly.

Duo sighed again, this time in relief.

Slowly, Heero twisted around to look at his roommate.

Duo, staring at the ceiling, didn't notice the sharp gaze suddenly fixed on him.

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused," Duo quipped , then glanced at the other boy. "What?" he asked, seeing the frown.

Said frown merely deepened.

Duo chuckled. "Don't tell me you didn't know they were involved!"

Heero gave him a look.

The American burst out laughing.

"Chocolate Christ, man, are you dead, or something?" he demanded when he could speak again. "They've been screwing like rabbits for the past month and more! And when they're not breaking the bedsprings, they're floating around making gooey puppy-dog eyes at each other! It'd be positively nauseating if it weren't so adorably amusing." And if I weren't so damn jealous of what they have, Duo thought, but didn't feel necessary to add. It wasn't like Mr. Ice Man Yuy would give a shit anyway.

"I beg your pardon," Heero managed to say stiffly, and turned back to his beloved computer.

"No need for my pardon, Hee-chan," the long-haired boy baited. "It's Cat's and Tro's pardon you should be after. But if you want to beg me…" he grinned cheekily at the other boy as Wing's pilot sent him a death glare over one shoulder.

"I don't know what you're talking about," the usually stoic boy bit out when his glare failed miserably at frightening the grin off that heart-shaped face.

This could be fun, Duo decided, sitting up once more. He was, after all, bored and half desperate, so why not?

"Oh, really?" he asked, voice deceptively innocent as a wicked smirk crossed his visage.

Heero felt a wave of panic rise at the mischievously satanic glow in Duo's beautiful violet eyes. That look always came right before the braided idiot turned the charm on full-throttle in one of his "let's-see-if-we-can-break-Heero-Yuy-today" games. Heero was sure Deathscythe's pilot knew exactly how attracted he was to him, and he was just as sure the conniving bastard knew all Heero's training warned against any kind of involvement with anyone – too distracting. Damn him.

Duo rose and sauntered closer, a sexy little sway to his walk.

Heero shifted in his chair, suddenly very uncomfortable, and tried to focus once more on his laptop.

Normally, he'd beat a hasty retreat (he refused to think of it as fleeing, good soldiers did not flee, they merely retreated to regroup), but he had nowhere to go. It was still pouring outside (the reason he and Duo were cooped up together to begin with), and the safehouse was positively tiny – Heero had no wish to run into Trowa and Quatre and… whatever they were doing.

Duo leaned one hip against Heero's desk. Come on, Ice Man, he thought. You could at least pretend to care that I exist.

Duo was completely frustrated. He'd had an intense crush on the messy-haired pilot for months, but the blue-eyed boy barely acknowledged him unless they were on a mission. No matter what he did (and he'd lately taken to pushing the limits of propriety, just because he could), he got no response; the Japanese boy would merely blow him off. It was an almost masochistic game he played, seeing how close he could get before Heero walked out. The sadistic sonova-bitch probably knows, too. Duo swallowed a growl of anger. Probably just enjoys taunting me. Look at him, typing away on his damn computer. Lucky piece of shit to get so much attention. God! I can't believe I'm jealous of a fucking machine! Simply being in such close proximity to the other boy always did crazy things to him. Not that Heero fucking Yuy would ever notice, let alone care.

Heero was finding it very hard to concentrate with the object of his dreams so close to him. Just keep typing. Just keep typing, typing, typing, he chanted to himself in a little singsong. (1)

"Heeeeero," the voice sounded slightly deeper now, and a hell of a lot more seductive.

Must… concentrate… hard… shit… very hard…

"Come on, Hee-chan," that damn sexy voice continued. "You saying you don't care?"

Care about what? No! It doesn't matter. Soldiers can't afford to care about anything. "No," Heero gritted out through clenched teeth, willing the heat to leave his body, without much success.

Duo reached out and gently ran a finger down Heero's bare arm. "You're not even curious?"

Heero couldn't suppress the shiver of awareness that coursed through his body at the electric touch. He couldn't even answer, not that he was even sure what the other boy was talking about. All he could think was, He touched me. He actually touched me. He's never done that before. Not like that… His entire body felt like it was on fire.

Duo was shocked by his own audacity. He'd been consistently invading Heero's personal space for the past several weeks now, but he'd never actually gotten up the courage to actually touch the other boy in such a… such an unprofessional manner. However, he was even more amazed that the stone-like boy had reacted. He would swear he'd felt some kind of electric shock, and Mr. Perfect Soldier had definitely shivered. And not a shiver of disgust, either! Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen! Duo thought in almost disbelieving triumph. He's alive after all!

Bolder now, Duo leaned closer, and ran his fingers along the finely muscled arm once more, thrilling at the shivers his caress provoked.

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, Heero thought, nerves going into overdrive right along with his senses. It's just my goddamned arm! He couldn't even pretend to type anymore. Evil bastard! He thought furiously, though he wasn't sure if it was aimed at Duo or his own traitorous body.

"What do you think you're doing?" he finally managed to demand, his voice emerging as a choked rumble.

"Just… playing." Duo's voice was husky.

Those devil's fingers ran back up Heero's by-now-highly-sensitized arm, walked across his shoulder, and lightly stroked his neck.

Heero snapped.

All in an instant, he had grabbed the other boy's wrist, launched himself to his feet, and twisted the offending arm behind its owner's back, pulling the American closer as he did so in order to maintain his grip.

He regretted it immediately as the motion brought their bodies into full contact.

Duo groaned and went almost limp in his arms as their arousals ground against each other. Heero's knees felt decidedly weak – it took every ounce of his training to keep himself from crumpling back into his chair.

The Japanese boy looked the scant distance down into Duo's half-lidded violet eyes, and felt his last defenses collapse completely.

"To hell with training," he muttered fiercely, and lowered his head to kiss the long-haired brunet full on the mouth. He swallowed the shorter boy's sudden gasp of surprise, and allowed his tongue to seek entrance to the other pilot's mouth. Access granted, their tongues danced briefly before they had to break apart to breathe.

" 'Ro, my arm…" Duo gasped. "You're hurting it…"

Heero instantly released the other's wrist, but quickly locked his arms around the violet-eyed boy's slender waist, afraid that if he let him go, he'd vanish.

Duo was breathing heavily, his mind in an ecstatic whirl of delighted confusion. He kissed me. He kissed me. He kissed me! Oh god he tastes good…

Then that delectable mouth descended to capture his lips once more…

To be continued…

(1) "Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming!" Dory in Finding Nemo. I love that movie.

A/N: Well, I took a trip to the candy store, but they were fresh out of citrus taffy at 3:00 am, so I had to come home and pull my own. I hope you all appreciate my efforts thus far. My fingers, hands, and wrists are still sore. The rest will be up soon (I hope). PLEASE REVIEW! Or I shan't post the end! So there:sticks out tongue defiantly, then runs away before it can be cut off: