Well, 1x2 stories are so good but the romance in them is usually unbelievable. So now, a non-romantic story. Please review; the reviews are the life.
Characters are not mine (sigh). But a girl can dream, can't she?
The Dream
Heero awoke suddenly to a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. His body felt warm, but the sweat clinging to his forehead and moistening his pillow was cold. There was an overall sensation of wetness. Carefully, Heero ran his hands down his stomach, past his waist, and to his groin, discovering the source of the wetness. Did the dream cause this? Instantly, he snapped his brain into recall mode, but found it to be useless. He could recall no important details, only feelings. The warmth of a body behind him. Arms wrapped around his waist. Delicate touches of slender fingers. Quickly, The Perfect Soldier retreated from the sensations, refusing to relive them. He shifted his attention to the physical results. He held his hand in front of his face, inspecting the liquid mixture. Semen. Wiping sweat from his face, he found a small trickle of blood had flown from his nose. The corner of his lip almost twitched into an invisible smile. Bloody noses were myths. He suppressed the smile, experiencing a vague sensation akin to worry. He had dreamt about it.
Heero got out of bed and cleaned himself. He moved quickly, but without haste. His motions contained urgency without a trace of panic. Perfect speed, perfect actions, The Perfect Soldier. His steps down the dark hall were efficient, wasting neither time, nor energy. He opened the door to Duo's room without knocking; he knew the braided pilot would be asleep. In total silence, he closed the door behind him.
Duo was sleeping fitfully. He lay on his back, sprawled across the bed. His breath came in short, shallow pants. The blankets had been thrown to the ground. Heero tentatively approached the bed. Cautiously, he san on its edge and looked down on his fellow Gundam pilot.
"Duo," whispered a voice Heero would never have recognized as his own. It was gentle, almost loving. The Perfect Soldier made no such sounds. Duo rolled onto his side away from Heero.
"What'cha want?" He murmured, his sleeping voice slightly slurring the words. Heero placed his hand on Duo's arm to shake him, but it was unnecessary.
At the instant their skin made contact, Duo roused himself from sleep. He jerked into a sitting position almost faster than Heero could withdraw his hand. Bleary, red-rimmed eyes took a few seconds to focus on Heero. Recognizing his visitor, Duo grinned.
"What's a nice boy like you doing out alone at this hour?" he teased. Aside from scaring the shit out of me? The Perfect Soldier ignored the comment and stared just past Duo, disapprovingly.
"You shouldn't drink," it stated, the voice lacking all its earlier qualities. "If we has a mission, your performance would be below par.
"Yes, mama." Duo spoke with mock deference; hanging his head in a parody of shame. The Perfect Soldier would not wake in the middle of the night to chastise Shinigami. He feigned sleepiness as an excuse for silence and waited for Heero to explain himself.