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Pairings/Warnings: 1x2, m/m smut, sap, feels...

A/N: As I'm posting a ridiculously angsty fic, have this little ficlet written for the Always You theme of 1x2x1 Week. Inspired by some beautiful art by shinigami-irae (link on profile)

Honeymoon in Hong Kong

It had taken too long to get to the wedding. It had been difficult to find time in both of their busy schedules in which they could take their vacation days and then, of course, Duo had got injured on one of his missions and that had put back the date even more. Duo was still sour about it as it was one of those ridiculously flukey things that had then involved a leg cast. It had taken some time to heal and Heero had agreed to postpone the wedding. As it seemed better than Duo hopping down the aisle on crutches.

It felt like it had taken damn forever to get to the wedding day – the small ceremony, the few friends, the matching black suits, the vows… but at least now it was done, the wedding band feeling heavy on Duo's finger as he straddled Heero, finally on the honeymoon they had planned for so damn long.

Really, to Duo, the most important part of the wedding thing was not the whole day of saying some words Heero already knew that he meant. It was the honeymoon and the opportunity for a few days to be just them. No world need saving. No missions. No friends or colleagues. Just the two of them and a room and hopefully not leaving it for a while.

They were both already naked on the bed, stripping off as soon as they arrived. They had been offered Wufei's penthouse apartment in Hong Kong for their honeymoon as his wedding gift to them as he was being stationed on L3 for some time so it lay abandoned… and it had not taken much persuasion on Wufei's part for them to agree.

As while both Duo and Heero had travelled to most areas of the Earth and colonies, neither had visited Hong Kong and the city was one of vibrancy and lights and the view from Wufei's penthouse was incredible.

As soon as they'd arrived and scouted out the bedroom, Duo had walked towards the large window and looked out at the city, Heero stepping behind him and nuzzling at his neck, turning Duo into a mess of lust as he caressed that spot that always made him weak and horny.

Heero knew all of those spots. Too damn well.

Naked now, Duo ran his hands over Heero's face, feeling the cool metal of the wedding band around his own finger as he felt Heero's as he caressed his own skin, before a hand wrapped around his braid.

"Finally," Duo said, his voice low as he pressed kisses to Heero's face – his cheek, his lips, his jaw, licking at his throat and feeling his lover's head go back as he nipped and licked at all his sensitive spots.

"Yeah," Heero murmured.

It had taken a lot to get them where they were – two wars, missions to the far flung reaches of the earth sphere, fights and break ups, reunions and make up sex. But whatever, every time they'd tried to walk away from each other they'd always ended up back together.

As though no matter what… they belonged.

They made love slowly, Heero's back against the headboard, their lips connected and hands seeking each other's out as Duo slowly moved up and down on his lap, the feelings all so intense in the sparkling light that filtered through the large window. They took their time, stuttering starts and stops when they got too close, passionate kissing and nips of skin. And when climax finally came, it ripped through Duo's body, Heero followed after a few thrusts upwards, the feeling overwhelming and Duo almost collapsing into Heero's body, melting into his warmth and embrace.

"You know… I meant what I said at the ceremony," Duo said into Heero's sweaty chest.

Heero snorted. "Which part?"

"Always you."

Duo sought out Heero's hand with the wedding ring, entwining their fingers together as he nuzzled into Heero's skin, ready to fall asleep in his arms.