You and Me Could Write a Bad Romance

by waterlilylf

Birds do it, bees do it. Even Wufei and Zechs can do it. But can Heero and Duo turn a potentially bad romance into an amazing one? Yaoi. 1 x 2.

1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer: The Gundam Wing universe does not, lamentably, belong to me and I make no monetary profits from writing.

Note 1: This story is dedicated to Sharona, in appreciation of the wonderful 'Moments of Rapture' website, and for doing so much to keep the Gundam flame burning.

Note 2: Many thanks to Kaeru Shisho for the most adorable story summary ever, and the odd bit of editing and whatnot.

Note 3: This story is set in the same universe as 'Christmas Camouflaged' and begins at roughly the same time.

Chapter 1/3:

He'd promised to be back for Christmas; he missed it by all of ninety-five damn minutes. Would have made it all right if the ground crew hadn't fucked up the landing schedule. So he'd been stuck stewing for nearly two hours after knocking back the glass of lukewarm white wine the stewardesses had handed out as an apology. It tasted like poor quality piss and vinegar, but there was probably some alcohol content in there somewhere.

Short-handed over Christmas, a chirpy female voice had announced over the intercom, by way of explanation for the delay. So sorry for the inconvenience. Happy Holidays.

Fuck.

He'd promised, ten days ago, when Heero had dropped him off at the shuttle port, and Heero had nodded and looked vaguely sceptical. Stupid, making promises like that, when you never knew how a mission would go. Definitely shouldn't go making promises around specific time frames.

Fucking stupid, and Heero would be pissed, so there'd be a row and make-up sex, and it would all be exhausting and stressful and he really just wanted to lie down and sleep somewhere for about ten days.

When they finally docked, he waved his Preventers badge around, and was the first one off the shuttle.

It was two hours and twenty minutes after midnight when he walked into the Arrivals area, bag dragging at his right shoulder, and his thoughts dragging themselves into a fantasy that maybe Heero would have given up waiting and gone home, and Duo could get a cab back to his own apartment and they could meet the next day when he'd stored up some sleep.

Heero was there though. There was a quick, sudden flare of relief when he saw him standing by the barrier, looking vaguely annoyed at the universe. He smiled when he saw Duo though, and Duo smiled back.

'Hey.'

Heero nodded, taking Duo's bag and swinging it over his own shoulder.

'Thanks, 'Ro.'

Another nod; his eyes travelling up and down Duo's body. Not remotely sexy or sexual; just a quick clinical appraisal.

'I'm all right. I told you.' They sometimes did the whole touching-in-public thing, but Heero was less comfortable with it than Duo was and had to steel himself. He'd done it more at the start, because he'd thought it was expected, what Duo would want. It wasn't overly flattering to be treated like a mission though so he hadn't really encouraged PDAs, and gradually Heero had stopped, most of the time.

It would have been nice now, though, to get a hug, to have Heero's arms around him in welcome, but that clearly wasn't going to happen, so Duo started walking toward the exit doors, letting Heero fall into place beside him. 'I'm just tired. Been a couple of long days.'

'Hn.'

'Yeah.'

Some couples had the whole non-verbal communication thing down pat; Quat and Trowa, for example. Duo and Heero – well, they weren't much good at the verbal sort, a lot of the time, and they totally sucked at the non-verbal stuff too. Apart from the sex, if that counted.

They didn't talk at all as they took the elevator to the underground car park, Duo focussing on just putting one foot in front of the other, and Heero just being Heero.

It was a relief to slide into the car finally; sure, he loved his old truck that he'd built pretty much from the wheels up, but Heero's car was one of his favourite things in the universe, sleek and sporty and sexy-as-sin. Nothing like the sort of car Heero had been planning to buy. He'd spent weeks on the internet doing research and narrowed his choice down to a couple of models that were fuel-efficient and reliable and came from companies with exemplary safety records.

Duo had gone along with him to a couple of local garages to test-drive the cars he'd preferred, and in the first showroom there'd been a section of vintage sports cars. Duo had drooled so much over one in particular that there'd probably been a puddle at his feet, and persuaded him to take it out, just for a quick spin. That had been that, really, and even if Heero did bitch sometimes that he hadn't actually chosen the thing; that he'd been forced to buy it after they'd stained the upholstery in the back seat, Duo knew he loved it really.

Now, the heater was on full-blast to compensate for Duo's light-weight uniform, fine on an artificially-heated colony, not so fine on a snowy December night in Sanc, so it took a couple of seconds to come back to full awareness, that Heero was asking him a question. Trowa, right.

'He's OK. Well, as OK as you can be with a bullet hole coming that close to your spine. Insisted on going back to L4, and the medics weren't dumb enough to try to stop him. Rashid came over to fly him home.'

Lucky Trowa, Duo thought vaguely, betting his reunion with Quat had been nicer than this. Private shuttle with a friend piloting, and an adoring blond boyfriend to welcome him home. No, not boyfriend, he corrected mentally. Fiancé now.

'Guess you heard the news about the two of them, huh? Big tropical wedding. Tahiti or wherever.'

Heero nodded, eyes on the road. 'Hardly a surprise, is it?'

'That it took so long, maybe. Considering they've been together, like, forever. You know, despite the whole war thing, and all the psychotic episodes, and the amnesia and Quat's sisters trying to break them up and basically throwing every other guy in the universe at Quat. Talk about a daytime soap opera!'

That made Heero laugh and that made Duo smile, and then he reached over and put one hand on Heero's leg and Heero took one hand off the wheel to cover it.

'I'm glad you're home.'

'Me too. Sorry I'm late. Bloody ground crew couldn't get their act together.'

'It doesn't matter.'

It did though. He hated it when Heero pulled this whole passive-aggressive shit. If he'd yelled at Duo for breaking a promise he shouldn't have made in the first place, Duo would have yelled back and they'd have worked through it, even if they'd both sported a few bruises in the morning.

He sighed, turning to look out his window, looking where they were going. Back to Heero's, apparently. It made perfect sense; Duo had cleared out his fridge before the mission, and his place would be freezing and it was farther away. It was just…he'd kind of wanted to sleep in his own bed, and Heero's house never really felt like home.

He dozed off again, a little bit, and woke up to Heero's hand on his shoulder. 'Can you wake up, Duo? Or am I going to have to carry you?'

God, that was tempting for a minute. Then he shook his head, and made it out of the car under his own steam. Shit, the garage was fucking icy. He wrapped his arms around his chest, and then something warm and soft landed around his shoulders. He huddled into the sheer bliss that was Heero's favourite coat, while Heero got his bag out of the back seat, and then slid one arm around his waist and that felt amazing as well.

OK, it was good to be back.

He plonked down on the couch while Heero went through his locking-up routine; he'd left the heating on so the place was lovely and warm. The temperature, anyway. The house itself was neat and clean and so damn impersonal it made Duo want to scream sometimes, and he'd taken to leaving stuff around whenever he stayed over, just to make it a bit more homey. Heero cleared some of it away, and left the things he liked.

Actually, it was looking a bit more…like a home, these days. The crochet rug Duo had made him for last birthday was thrown over the back of the couch, and the photo frames he'd made out of driftwood were arranged in front of Heero's computer manuals, and there were a few other odds and ends in evidence, little things constructed out of acorns and pine-cones and shells.

Mostly stuff he'd made himself, Duo reflected drowsily. He'd kind of drifted out of the arts-and-crafts phase since he and Heero had hooked up, but he'd made a hell of a lot of crap during it.

Considering he was in such a strop over Duo not being home in time for it, there was absolutely no sign of Christmas. He could have bought a bloody tree, or a wreath for the door, at least, Duo thought wistfully, and then felt bad. Christmas wasn't really something Heero related to; it had only been an abstract concept for him until after the war.

Anyway, neither of them was into the whole religion thing, and they didn't have family to share it with. It was the date.

A year exactly since they'd got together.

Damn.

He finally shrugged off the coat, draping it carefully over the back of a chair, and watched Heero enter the alarm code in the panel by the door. It shouldn't have been awkward; it was. Tiredness and guilt and the inevitable crash after a mission. Not a great combination.

'All right?' Heero turned around to look at him.

Duo just shrugged. 'You know.'

'I know, yes.' He said it softly, crossed the room to take Duo in his arms.

Yeah, that was good; not awkward any more. He nuzzled into Heero's neck, inhaling the scent of him. So good to be somewhere that didn't smell like a hospital, or a crowded shuttle. Really, really good to have Heero's hands on him, pulling him down on to the couch.

So damn good, he thought hazily, as Heero's hands slid under his shirt, and Heero's mouth came down on his. He let his eyes drift close, let himself sink into the kiss, slow and lazy and very sweet.

'Duo!'

He jerked both eyes open; Heero looked damn pissed about something and that didn't make sense when they'd been kissing.

'You were falling asleep on me. Hardly very flattering.'

OK, he actually looked amused more than anything by the time he'd finished speaking, and that was almost worse. Duo didn't much like being laughed at, unless he'd set up the joke in the first place, and he'd been enjoying the snuggling, and now it was ruined.

'Sorry,' he snapped, and jerked upright. 'I'm fucking sorry that I'm wrecked and not really in any condition to be your personal fuck-toy right now.'

Ouch. He was sorry as soon as he'd spoken, mumbling more apologies. Too late. Heero was off the couch in a heartbeat, putting half the room between them.

'I'm sorry, OK?' Duo said again, hating himself. Oh, God. Heero was usually pretty good at filtering out most of the crap Duo flung at him, knew most of it was just hot air and horseshit, especially when he was in that post-mission haze of tiredness and slowly-releasing stress, and but everyone had limits. 'I'm an ass. You know I didn't mean it.'

'Didn't you?' He'd got that closed-off expression that was way worse than him being angry, and this was worse again because he'd obviously been hurt. 'I don't know, Duo. Is that what you really think; that I only want you for sex?'

'No! Heero, please, just give me a break. I don't know what I'm even saying right now. I've been awake for seventy-two hours or something.'

'It's all right.' Heero said tonelessly, but he was looking a little bit less – strained. 'I should have thought. Didn't you get any sleep on the shuttle?'

'Can't sleep on those things.' OK, this was so wasn't what he'd imagined his home-coming would be like, on Christmas Day. Not even Christmas Day any more. Fuck. 'I might just go on up to bed.'

Heero just nodded. 'Do you want me to make you something to eat?'

'No, I'm OK. There was food on the flight. Stuff pretending to be food. I might jump in the shower, though.'

He thought, just for a minute, that Heero might offer to come and scrub his back, but he didn't. Well, he could understand why when he thought about it. Poor guy, of course he didn't want to be rejected again. Some fucking anniversary. Anniversary plus one day. He ran the water as hot as he could stand it, and just let it pound down on him. One advantage to being at Heero's place; he had an amazing power shower.

Heero was sitting on the bed when he came back into the bedroom, and OK, maybe he wasn't all that tired, really. Not when Heero was wearing those red silk boxers patterned with holly and a red ribbon around his neck, tied in a bow.

Shit. He had decorated for Christmas after all.

'Are you my Christmas present?'

Best Christmas present ever, seriously. And he could think of, oh, dozens of things two creative and flexible guys who didn't object to a bit of mild bondage could do with that ribbon.

Heero nodded, looking just a little bit self-conscious. 'Like it?'

'Love the pretty packaging.' He took a few steps nearer the bed, and Heero slid off, and into his arms. Any other couple would have said something soppy and sentimental, probably, but they didn't do that. 'I might need to unwrap it to make sure.'

'Maybe you should. It's nice having you back.'

'Nice being back. Oh, man, that feels good.' He let Heero pull him closer, and then a bit closer again, and oh yeah, not that tired apparently. Not with Heero pressing against him, and Heero's tongue trying to make up its mind whether it wanted to get down Duo's throat and blow his tonsils, or lick down his neck, and apparently settling for both options in turn, until he pulled back and honest-to-God growled, deep in his throat, and then pushed Duo down to the floor, and half-fell on top of him.

It was dark and cold when he woke up in Heero's bed. Cold because Heero had shifted away during the night and taken all the blankets with him. Even the god-awful hideous throw that had been his first attempt at crocheting; mustard-coloured wool that he'd got on sale, and a few blood-stains because crochet hooks were damn sharp if you stuck them in the wrong places, and the whole thing generally tatty and tangled.

Heero had it wrapped firmly around him though, one hand clutching it over his shoulder. Seriously cute, Duo thought, smiling.

He was cold, and he was sore in assorted places; apart from the obvious, he had bad cases of carpet burn on knees and elbows. Still, better than the bruises he'd had that one time they'd done it on the tiled floor in the bathroom. They needed to get floor cushions. Seriously. Or start controlling themselves long enough to get to the bed.

It was damn cold, because Heero's heating switched off automatically during the night, saving power. Freezing, actually. Damn. The sex was always super-nova, but they still weren't very good at the actual sleeping part of sleeping together, and it had been easier, in a way, when one or other of them had gone home afterwards.

Duo tended to move around in his sleep, and a few times he'd been half-strangled by a half-asleep Heero, who'd apparently thought a strange body in his bed could only be a threat. They'd got past that, mostly; Heero had worked out that if he pinned Duo to the bed then he couldn't flail around much, and it was sort of nice, snuggling.

They rarely made it through the night without Heero pulling away though, and he always brought the covers with him.

He shivered and tried tugging at the blankets, and then gave a couple of pokes to the solid wall of muscle that was Heero's back, and Heero grunted and curled into himself even more.

Duo gave it up as a bad job. If he kept poking, Heero would probably end up thumping him in his sleep – it had happened a couple of times before – and then he'd wake up feeling grouchy and then guilty.

Instead, he climbed out of bed, and pulled on some of Heero's clothes that he'd left out on a chair by the door, a deliciously warm sweater and jeans, and went into the bathroom. Heero had cleaned him up at some point while he'd slept, but his mouth tasted like something had died in it – slowly and painfully of unnatural causes - and he needed a piss.

He grinned at his reflection in the mirror over the sink. Oh yeah, seriously rocking that just-been-fucked-through-the-floorboards look. Hair all over the place, and a trail of hickeys down his neck, because Heero had a thing about marking him, and faint bruising around his wrists where he'd been held down.

He looked like he belonged in a porn movie, a thought that made him smile even more widely. Good to be home. Heero's place. Wherever Heero was, really.

He thought about going back to bed, maybe waking Heero up and finding another way to stay warm, and then realised he was hungry; there'd been plastic and Styrofoam on the flight; that was what it had tasted like anyway, although it was supposed to be pasta.

It was only six am; too early to order food from anywhere. Damn. He'd have to face Heero's fridge. Rice crackers and protein shakes and fricking sea-weed. He hated the stainless steel fridge of doom; hated the entire kitchen actually. He never saw Heero clean, but somehow it was always sparklingly clean and smelt of some lemony synthetic stuff.

The fridge contained all the usual healthy suspects, but there was also a massive carton of chocolate milk, and a big jug of some smoothie stuff, and there was chocolate cereal and a pack of English muffins in the cupboard under the window.

Imagine that.

He put it all on the table and poured a glass of the home-made smoothie and swore when he tasted it.

Not smoothie at all.

Eggnog.

Oh, damn.

That was what had started it all a year ago. That drink he didn't even like, but was apparently all bound up with Christmas traditions so he'd bought a couple of cartons and forgotten all about them until Quatre had gone rooting in the fridge for leftovers to make sandwiches and discovered them.

It had been the third Christmas after the war.

That had been a fun day, Duo thought, smiling at the memory. Nothing like Relena's fancy party the year before, but way more fun. They'd spent Christmas Eve decorating the tree with stuff Duo had mostly made himself, and on the big day they'd opened presents and gone for a walk in the snow, and had a snowball fight, and then gone back in cold and hungry and Quat had found the eggnog. They'd sat down to watch a movie; Quat and Tro snuggled up on the couch, under a blanket, and Wufei cross-legged on the floor, trying to look all inscrutable and unfathomable while the others teased him about dancing with Zechs at the Preventers Christmas party, but smiling a little bit to himself as well.

Duo had been in the armchair, with Heero perched on the edge, all stiff and upright at first, but gradually, he'd let himself lean back, and Duo had – equally gradually – closed the little distance between them, and at some point, Heero had let one arm drop around Duo's shoulders and Duo had cuddled into him.

And then Heero had reached over to put his empty glass on the floor, and he'd run his hand down Duo's braid in passing. Duo had turned to look at him, wide-eyed; it was the first time Heero'd ever done anything like that, and then Heero had kissed him. Just like that.

Not really that much of a kiss, just a fleeting brush of Heero's mouth against his, so fast he could have imagined it. There'd been whistles and cat-calls from the others and Heero had just glared at them, and pulled Duo back against him.

That had been that, really. Best Christmas present ever; Heero Yuy.

'Goodness,' Quatre had said, laughing. 'It's about time.'

Trowa had just nodded. 'All those years of unrequited sexual tension. Had to come out, eventually.'

'Oh, screw you, Barton,' Duo muttered, head tucked away in Heero's shoulder, with Heero's arm holding him in place. 'Stop looking at me. Show's over.'

'Is it really?' Heero bent down to murmur against his ear. 'That's a shame.'

Duo had stuttered something or other, and Heero laughed and kissed him again, on the top of his head, and the others went back to their snacks and the movie. Oh God, weirdness. Heero Yuy didn't do flirty and Duo Maxwell definitely didn't do flustered, but there they were.

They hadn't liked each other much during the war. He'd shot Heero at their first meeting, and whatever Heero said, he had missed on purpose, because he wasn't that bad a shot. He'd regretted missing sometimes, after Heero had damn violated Deathscythe. They'd survived the war, somehow, and then ended up as partners in Preventers. They'd worked well enough together, their very different personalities complementing each other.

They hadn't really become friends until then. There'd always, from the very start, been a competitive edge to their relationship, an edge like a serrated blade. Both of them always wanting to be on top. It had still been there, a bit, but somehow outside work it had translated into fun stuff; marathon games of pool, and dirt-biking, and rock-climbing on weekends.

And sure he'd been attracted to Heero, pretty much from day one, but he'd been fifteen and high as a kite most of that year anyway from adrenalin and hormones and whatever chemical cocktails G had been pumping into him. Some days, he'd even thought Sandrock looked pretty cute, so it had been easy enough to write off the Heero-attraction.

It had never gone away though. He'd waited, after the war, and he'd known that Heero'd been attracted right back, but he'd never made a move and Duo, really, was fairly easy under the right circumstances and he'd definitely have gone for Heero, if he'd got even the teeniest bit of encouragement.

He'd figured Heero wasn't all that into him, or was worried that sex would mess up the friendship, or their working relationship, or whatever went on in Heero's head that didn't make sense to anybody else in the world because, seriously, sex was the best thing in the world, pretty much, so how could it mess anything up?

And then Heero had kissed him after drinking a glass of eggnog, and everything had changed.

They'd behaved for a full day, while the others were still there. Eaten leftovers and watched crappy Christmas TV and played board games. Then they'd waved their friends off on the following morning, and fallen into bed.

Well, that was the romantic version at least. In reality, Duo had closed the front door, and Heero had slammed him against it. They hadn't made it to the actual bed for a couple of hours, although they'd tried out pretty much every horizontal or vertical surface in Duo's apartment on the way. When they had finally stumbled into bed, they'd stayed there for three days, apart from the occasional trip to the bathroom or kitchen, which inevitably led to more sex in the shower, or on the table or wherever, and then on the fourth morning Duo had had to drag his aching ass out the door to fly to Australia for a mission.

They'd never really talked about it, about being a couple or boyfriends or lovers or whatever. They just – were.

He'd wanted it to be a tradition, the five of them getting together once a year. Well, six if you counted Zechs, and Wufei obviously was, these days. It hadn't worked out this year though. Quat's sisters had wanted him to host a big fancy shindig on L4, and then Trowa and Duo had got mission orders, and Zechs had whisked Wufei off to Paris for the holiday, since the big reunion clearly wasn't going to happen.

Not much of a tradition, if it only happened once, Duo thought dolefully, taking a sip from his glass as he slid two muffins into the toaster. Actually, it wasn't bad. Home-made eggnog obviously trumped the stuff that came in cartons.

He sat on the countertop, looking around, waiting for the toaster to ping. Heero had put up the shelves he'd been talking about for his cookery books, and got a couple of new pots of herbs. It was still kind of funny that Heero had turned out to be the only really domesticated one of the five of them. Duo could cook enough to keep himself from starving to death, and he liked doing crafty stuff, but Heero actually seemed to enjoy cleaning and laundry and all the home maintenance shit, sometimes dragging Duo around their local DIY stores, on quests for door handles or light fittings or whatever.

He'd bought flowers too; big white ones in a vase in the middle of the table.

That was a first. They didn't have the sort of relationship where they did flowers and cards and endearments. He hadn't a clue what sort of relationship they did have, most of the time. Quat and Trowa were perfect soulmates, and 'Fei and Zechs had this whole baroque high romance thing going on, but he hadn't a clue how to classify what he and Heero had.

They'd never even had a conversation about being exclusive or any of that – they'd just sort of fallen into it and all he knew was that he liked being with Heero, more than anyone, and Heero felt the same about him.

He was pretty sure, at least.

It was nice being back.

Nicer a few minutes later when Heero came downstairs. He didn't have Duo's issues with the cold, so he was just in his boxers. Really nice, Duo decided, taking a long look. He hadn't been given a whole lot of time to take in the scenery the night before.

'You're up early.'

'I was hungry.' Duo motioned to the remains of his breakfast, and handed Heero a muffin and poured him a glass of eggnog. 'This is really good. Way nicer than the stuff I had last year.'

He clinked his glass against Heero's and took a bigger gulp and suddenly, just like that, everything was OK.

Just Duo and Heero having breakfast in Heero's kitchen, and it was fucking great. One of those fairly rare moments that just happened sometimes, when it seemed like everything in the entire universe, everything had that had ever taken place from the beginning of time, had somehow conspired to make this moment possible for the two of them.

He grinned at the idea of it, and when he looked up from drinking, Heero was smiling too.

'All right?'

'Totally,' he said quietly, knowing what Heero was asking, knowing, at that precise moment in time, it was true; that there was no where else in the universe he would have preferred to be, no one he would have preferred to be with.

'I wanted last night to be perfect, you know,' he said after a pause when they both crunched toasted muffins and drank eggnog. 'This big anniversary thing. And I was a total jerk to you. I'm really sorry. I just took all my shit out on you. I was tired, and I'd had two hellish days at the hospital, with Tro. God, all I could think was having to tell Quat if anything happened. You know.'

Heero leaned over and kissed him. 'I just wanted you to come back in one piece.'

'Yeah.'

Duo tried not to sigh. They'd talked about it, about Heero wanting him to quit fieldwork, and Duo had promised to think about it. He had, that was the problem. He'd thought about giving up being an agent and he didn't want to. He'd sort of compromised a few months ago. No more black ops, nothing deep undercover, nothing where he'd be out of contact for too long. He'd thought that might be enough, for a while anyway. It was just going to get worse, now that Trowa had decided to resign; one of Duo's top arguments for staying on as an agent had always been that Tro needed him as a partner.

Wasn't going to work any more.

He took a bite of muffin, just for something to do, then grinned at Heero. 'So. You got me flowers, huh?'

He'd meant to tease, but Heero just nodded. 'Do you like them?'

'Yeah.' He was blushing a little bit, for some stupid reason. 'They're nice. Really. I got you something as well. Kind of a Christmas or anniversary gift. Whatever. We can swing by my place to get it later, if you want.'

'Hn. We'll see. Do you need to go into HQ today?'

'Nope. Done all my reports and de-briefing. I'll go in tomorrow, I guess. See Une. See what's on the list. Not that I can do much, with Tro out of action anyway. Listen, I was meaning to ask, you know Tahiti or wherever they're having the wedding?'

'I've heard of it, yes.' There was a sudden, pronounced glint in Heero's eyes. 'It's the largest island in French Polynesia, in the South Pacific. An ex-French colony.'

'Yeah, well, I knew that,' Duo said, and then laughed. 'OK, I could've looked it up. The Pacific, seriously? I was thinking, might be nice to fly out there a few days before the wedding. Take a little vacation, just us. What d'you think?'

'I'd like that, yes.'

'Cool.' Duo slurped the remains of his drink. 'You won't have a problem getting time off?'

'I can take my laptop.'

Duo laughed. 'I'd be surprised if you didn't.'

'So, plans for the day?'

'Hmm.' Duo thought about it. 'I've got a bag of dirty laundry. Need to swing by my place at some point. Water the plants and stuff. Maybe go to the supermarket and stock up the fridge. Nothing that won't keep. Maybe go back to bed for a bit first.'

There was a teeny, tiny smile lurking around the corners of Heero's mouth. 'Of course. You must be still tired.'

'Yeah, shattered,' Duo played along, one hand playing with his tangled hair. 'Probably go straight to sleep, unless you know, someone felt like trying to keep me awake for a while. Keep me up.'

'I could possibly do that.' Just like that, he was hauled out his chair, and pressed against the wall, with Heero pressed against him.

'No! I want to do it in bed for once, like civilised people.'

'Oh, you want civilised now, do you?' Heero teased, pinning Duo's hands behind his back, and leaning in to kiss.

Very gentle; the sort of kiss that was somehow way more connected than when they had their tongues down each others' throats. It was that sort of easy, lazy morning; flowers and talking and sweet, unhurried, intimate kisses. Heero actually held his hand as they walked back upstairs. They even undressed and made it to the bed without jumping each other, miracle of miracles, and then Duo was lying on his back, with Heero on top of him, tracing out Duo's body with hands and mouth.

He was so good at this, Duo thought hazily, while he still had a little bit of capacity for thought, before Heero moved down a bit further and started to treat Duo's cock like a precious, priceless delicacy, all swirling licks up the shaft and then his tongue lapping at the head. So good that he didn't notice at the start that Heero was sliding a finger into his ass.

'Hey, fly boy,' Duo reached down and caught his wrist. 'If you want to go there, try to go easy on the throttle, OK? I can still feel you from last night.'

Heero's hand stilled at once, but there was a pronounced smirk on his face. He'd have tried to apologise once, scared he might have hurt Duo. It hadn't taken him all that long to realise that Duo wasn't exactly a fragile blossom though; that he sometimes liked it hard and fast and on the border of rough, and he especially liked being able to feel it, after.

Now, he just pinched Duo on the butt, and rested his chin on Duo's thigh, looking up at him. 'Do you want to switch over? I don't mind.'

'It's OK.' God, not that he wasn't tempted. They'd traded positions at the beginning; not so much anymore. Duo liked pretty much anything and everything but he'd copped on fairly soon that Heero wasn't really fond of bottoming, even though he'd never actually admitted it, and it wasn't much fun being on top if your partner wasn't totally into it. 'I'm good once you take it a bit slower than last night, yeah? Just ease into the parking bay, nice and gentle; you copy me?'

'Copy.' Heero bit the inside of his thigh, lightly enough but there'd be a mark, probably, and then pressed a trial of achingly slow kisses up to Duo's hip. 'Slow and steady. Right.'

'Fucking tease,' Duo moaned. Damn. He'd essentially given Heero Yuy licence to torture him, and Heero was the one with the inhuman stamina, while Duo was essentially all about instant gratification. Oh, he was going to regret this.

'Haven't fucked you yet, Maxwell,' Heero retorted. 'Haven't even started, properly.' He dipped his tongue into Duo's belly-button, and then looked up, meeting Duo's eyes. 'You did say you wanted it slow, didn't you? '