Duo's POV – PG-13 for language and sexuality. Dark, angsty. 2x1

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Gundam Pilots (though I wish I did) and I do not own rights to Gundam Wing by Sunrise Inc. I just like to play with them.

Disclaimer#2: I do not own the rights to "Stripped" by Depeche Mode. Warner Bros. Music. I just 3 their music.

Stripped

Come with me
Into the trees
We'll lay on the grass
And let the hours pass

A beauty stands before me, if only I could run my hands through his tousled chocolate hair. Trace delicate but calloused hands over his muscles, over his stomach and down to his ass. To pull him close between the sheets and never let go.

Take my hand
Come back to the land
Let's get away
Just for one day

I know his pain, I can feel it. I remember the pain of my childhood, the pain of everyone you know going up in flames, to no longer have a family. I wish I could tell him… that yearn, to take him in my arms and ease the pain.

Let me see you
Stripped down to the bone
Let me see you
Stripped down to the bone

I know he has a kind demeanor behind those cool blue eyes, a friend, possibly, a lover. I want to see his true colors. I want to strip away that soldier and make him mine. To cup his face in my hands and see the stoic boy fall away from the shell, see who he really is.

Metropolis
Has nothing on this
You're breathing in fumes
I taste when we kiss

He kneels, working on his Gundam, strong buy lithe legs bend, legs I want to see around my waist. Oh I know he is in charge on the battlefield, but between the sheets, he will be my plaything.

Take my hand
Come back to the land
Where everything's ours
For a few hours

I want to take him away from this war, take him as far away from it all. A safe home for the two of us. To slip his hand in mine and just run to our fantasy world.

Let me see you
Stripped down to the bone
Let me see you
Stripped down to the bone

I must see him for who he really is… I must tell him every last detail I want to do to his body, mind, soul. To imprint my scent on him and never let him go. I stride up to him, bold, no longer a giddy pilot full of laughter, but full of passion. I fall to my knees behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, half expecting a punch in the face.

Let me hear you
Make decisions
Without your television
Let me hear you speaking
Just for me

He turns, shocked, his eyes wide. I, Duo Maxwell, have frightened the perfect soldier. Such a cliché, I must really hate myself.

Let me see you
Stripped down to the bone

Oh god… his eyes, they fill with an expression, I cannot explain.

Let me hear you speaking
Just for me

"I love you…" Three words that fall from my mouth, I did not even know I had spoken. How could I have been so stupid?

Let me see you
Stripped down to the bone

His face faulters, does he love me back?

Let me hear you crying
Just for me

A swift punch is landed to my face, my butt landing on the hard concrete, tears fall out of the corners of my eyes, guilt ridden. He stands and leaves, wordless, almost like a ghost, gliding, he leaves my sight as tears of anguish leave my eyes. How could I have been so stupid?

I have lost my best friend…

………………………………………………Forever……………………