Disclaimer: don't own gundam, never will
Author note: If you don't think that it is right for me to write yaoi go right ahead and hate me, but don't read my fic and leave nasty comments.
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"Hee-chan, guess what?"
"What baka?"
"It's so not cool to call your lover an idiot."
"Sorry Du-koi!" the Japanese man came over and kissed his chestnut haired lover.
"Apology accepted. I got us tickets to L4 to see Quatre and Trowa."
"That's good. I'd love to see them."
"Good, pack your bags we leave tomorrow."
"So soon?"
"Yeah," he picked up the combat blue eyed man and carried him into their room, "Quatre wants us to come up soon, he says he needs to talk to us about something."
"The wars over, I don't want to talk any business. I want to live my life with you."
"I know Hi-koi, so do I but we have to. It's our duty. Anyway it might have nothing to do with war."
"You're right."
Duo stared into those intense eyes, to think this man once wore a mask to hide his true feelings from everyone. Heero had been the perfect soldier and nothing but. He missed the days when he and Heero fought side by side, but now they lived together and nothing was better then that.
Heero stared back into violet orbs; Duo was not just that joker anymore. Duo was a kind genital man and the love of Heero's life. It was a wonderful feeling to love and to be loved and to know that Duo would always be there. Heero loved the feeling of waking up next to Duo after a vigorous night of lovemaking.
"Ai shitaru Du-chan."
"Ai shitaru zutto," Duo messed up Heero's hair, "Come on let's pack."
Both men knew that they could not be in a room alone with out something happening.