L2's Child
Chapter Four

by Nix Winter

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. The people who do own it are very lucky. If I were them I'd release lots more merchandise.

Notes: Thank you so much for all the kind and positive reviews! They so encourage me and make me feel like writing is a worthwhile thing to be doing. You guys are the best and a sweet part of being alive.

On a side note, all caps is considered yelling. Yelling at me doesn't motivate me. In fact, it makes me wonder what on earth I'm doing.

Chapter Four

'He has the most beautiful eyes,' Heero thought. 'Not really violet, even though they looked that way if you looked quickly. Such a pale blue, with slivers of bright blue sky so that if a person really looked, so some of it was violet, but any simple color would be too common. His nose is curved, just a little, and fire works reflect over his eyes like they were his schemes being born and the colored lights in the sky were just reflections of his dreams.'

Those eyes shift to the side, nearly glaring.

Heero looked up at the fireworks, elbows on the railing, lips tight in mock concentration on the fireworks.

"Why are you staring at me," Duo asked, arms across his chest, those beautiful eyes narrowed, accusingly. "You're angry at me."

"No," Heero sputtered, turning, hands up, "I'm not angry at you! Why would I be angry at you?"

Duo's expression went long and suspicious, hands moving to his hips. "If you're not mad at me, why are you staring? What were you thinking?"

Heero had no way to explain and he felt very much twenty-two years old. Fingers lacing behind his head did nothing to hide or diminish the blush on his cheeks. "I was thinking that you're very beautiful. Your eyes have many colors in them and the curve of your nose makes me want to touch it."

"You like curves," Duo asked, grimacing, one hand rubbing his chin. "My lips are curved."

Heero's eyes narrowed as he looked sideways towards the still exploding fireworks. "So they are."

Duo leaned closer, bending at the waist. "Does that make you want to touch them?"

"Maybe," Heero said, his face relaxing, as he turned back to Duo. "Yes. I want to touch your lips, but Duo, I want to make sure you are well first. Your memories are not complete. I think if I were to touch your lips right now, I would be taking advantage of you."

"You're a real white knight," Duo said. "The baby likes you."

"What?" Heero said, completely at a loss.

"The baby," Duo said, laying a hand on his belly. "It likes you."

Words circled the launch pad behind Heero's closed mouth. After a couple moments, After Duo had go back to watching the fireworks with great delight, Heero asked, "You do remember you're male?"

"Yeah, Heero," Duo said, "Even if I've forgotten, I've been to the bathroom. I do remember that boys get the buster canons and girls get the mines."

"Hn," Heero said, licking his lips. "So, tell me about this baby?"

"I feel it, kinda, uh like when you get something stuck between your teeth, but in my gut. I can feel it's emotions. It's kind of strange. I know it's not supposed to be like that, but it is."

Duo didn't lie. Even without his memories, he was still Duo and Heero didn't believe he would lie. The world was just wrong. "May I look at your upper body? Remove your shirt?"

Duo tucked his chin towards his chest, lush bangs half hiding his eyes, "There's some curves there, lots. Around my pecs, down the line between my stomach, a bit at the side, down my back. You might not be able to help yourself."

"I have control of myself," Heero said firmly. "When you are well, maybe, I'll, uh, count all the curves."

"Good. That's settled. I like you, you know."

"I like you as well. You are a good friend."

"Yeah, no, I mean I like you, like I love you."

"You don't even really remember your own name. Take your shirt off, Duo Maxwell."

"Hard to forget it with everyone telling it to me," Duo said, peeling the tee-shirt off. "What kind of name is Duo? Where's my parents?"

"I have never been able to trace your parentage. I did try," Heero said, motioning for Duo to turn around, frowning as the braided fairy creature threw his shirt off the balcony. "I have never found any matches close enough to be siblings or parents. There was a plague. It took out much of L2's population. It is known that you were alone by the time you were five."

"Five," Duo said, eyes wide, as he turned, slowly making a dance of the movement. "I musta been something. Maybe it's a good thing I don't remember. What? What's that look?"

"I don't have a name for this emotion," Heero said, reaching out to touch a long pink, freshly healed suture that wound down the side of Duo's belly, along the underside of his ribs, almost to the waist band of his pants. Heero's fingers traveled down the new scar, leaving goosebumps behind them. "This is a new curve. We must leave for the doctor now. I am going to carry you."

"I'm fine," Duo said, arms across his chest self-consciously. "I'm sure I have a lot of scars."

"Not like that," Heero said. "Please, let me carry you? I do not know what movement might dislodge or move within you."

"I'll let you carry me, if you kiss me," Duo said, smirking, playful. "I just want to kiss you. That's not going to do me much damage, even if I change my mind later."

"If I kiss you, you will put yourself in my care for the next twenty-four hours. You will do as I think best without question?"

"Oh wow," Duo complained, "Now who's taking advantage?"

"I am not the one that proposed this exchange."

"Okay, okay, twenty-four hours, as long as you don't harm the baby," Duo qualified.

Heero shifted from one foot to the other, moving in closer until he had a hand on either side of Duo's face. "I do not believe I have ever kissed anyone before. It may not be a good kiss."

"I want your kiss. I don't remember ever kissing anyone. It'll be a first kiss for both of us."

"Hn." Heero said, licking his lips nervously as he moved in closer.

For a moment they stood there, lips touching, noses side by side. Duo tilted his head and licked at Heero's lip. Duo swallowed when he got no response, then Heero pressed forward. Duo opened to him and Heero's tongue darted forward and stopped, just moving slowly against Duo's teeth. Duo's tongue coaxed though, drawing him in, swirling around him sucking on him and Heero groaned, arms going around Duo, pulling him gently closer, until he broke the kiss and hid his face against Duo's neck. Hot wet smearing against Duo's neck and shoulder, he whispered, "If you'd gone into the dark before I could really understand that you are the light, I think I would have stopped breathing. I wouldn't let anything happen to you."

"Damn, be poetic Heero," Duo murmured, rubbing Heero's back. "Nothing's going to happen to me. I got on okay when I was five and I think I can take care of myself better now."

"I'm going to take care of you too," Heero said, moving to smoothly sweep Duo up in his arms, "I'm pretty good at taking care of things. We are going to Quatre and Trowa."

"Do I get to kiss them too," Duo asked, not sure really of his relationships, arms around Heero's neck.

"No. You can only kiss me," Heero said, tilting too look at Duo's face, waiting for acceptance.

"So you're my boyfriend?" Duo asked.

"I am your Fiancée," Heero pushed, "If you will."

"What's that? I don't know that word. Damn memory."

"I am asking you to marry me. I do not want to be parted from you. I," Heero said, suddenly remembering that he didn't want to take advantage of a memory deficient Duo, "when you are well and have your memories back, will you marry me?"

"Damn straight," Duo said, kicking his feet. "Heero, you know, I don't think you could take advantage of me. I want whatever you want to give me."

Heero put his coat on Duo, knelt to put Duo's shoes on him, which made Duo mutter and blush, sputter about how he could manage that himself. Then Heero made good on his wish to carry Duo out. There was no waiting until the next day, no time for Christmas. Heero wanted Duo healthy now.