AN: 1 X 2 It starts out kinda angsty, but the end is happy. Some slight Bastard!Duo. But mostly Uke!Heero. Yeah I know…OOC. Sorry…
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What am I to you, Maxwell?
Another pair of lips to worship your body?
Perhaps.
But is that all?
Am I simply a body warming your bed?
I pray that I'm not, every night when I pray that the soul of that little girl is at peace I pray that you think of me as a lover.
A lover.
YOUR lover.
You've never called me that, do you realize?
It's always Heero.
Or Yuy, when you're mad at me.
Like that time I tried to hold you, to tell the man flirting that he was unwelcome.
I remember, you pulled away. Told me to…
"Back off, Yuy."
And I did.
It reminded me of the first time we…
I can't even say it was sex…
You claimed me, raw and animal.
Drawing the submissive cries from my throat as I gave in to the only person I'd ever truly WANTED to be stronger than me.
And then you marked me, hard.
Your teeth sinking into my thigh.
It felt so good.
So right.
To be owned by you.
And then I woke up alone.
Nothing was different.
I could feel what we'd done, but you simply ignored me, treated me like everything was normal.
Confused and hurt I went to repair Wing, only to be bent over the control panel and fucked like there was no tomorrow.
But still you said nothing.
Months followed of this pattern, sex at night and then, missions permitting, a fuck during the day.
One month to the day...
I told you that night.
I said the forbidden words.
"I Love You."
Your eyes widened then narrowed, your thrusts became harder, more brutal.
I remember thinking 'I'm going to be sore tomorrow'.
And again you marked me again, the first time since our first night, your teeth sinking into my shoulder as you came, my own climax following.
I had to wear long sleeves.
I'd figured out by then you didn't want the others to know.
The same pattern continued and every night I told you because I knew it was true.
And every night you rolled over and went to sleep, leaving me alone by dawn.
It goes on now, two years later.
But it's…different now.
I notice, you know.
When you come home with those hickies that I know I didn't give you.
You won't let me mark you, so on the rare occasions we switch places, I make sure to be gentle, making it last as long as possible.
Kissing you instead ofclaiming you like I wish I could.
Do you remember our first kiss?
It was when we'd just joined the preventers.
That night you came home late, smelling of beer, cigarettes and sex.
By then I had given up trying to talk about it, no matter how softly or tactfully I tried to ask it always resulted in a cold shoulder and a colder bed, until I apologized for 'Being Nosy'.
So I just lay there.
You were sad, You wouldn't say what about, but I couldn't stand to see you suffer.
I opened my arms in the small hope that you might hug me.
I was NOT expecting the full body tackle, or your lips devouring mine, your tongue staking claim on a mouth long neglected.
It was our first kiss.
A year ago today.
I don't know where you go, but I know I'm not the only one.
I get tested every week.
To make sure…But I'm clean.
I send in your blood samples as well.
I don't ask because I know you wouldn't allow it.
But it's the only way I CAN protect you now.
I haven't lost hope though…because last night…before you rolled over….
You said….
"I…I love you to…Heero."
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AN: Wow…um…yeah. Consider it a late Valentines day thing.