Hi again! Sorry it took me so long to come back! I really hate editing, so this is just straight-up the way I wrote it. Sorry! I'll prob edit later! Oh, and sorry for my horrible Japanese ^^ Hope it's cool! Enjoy! Please r&r

Heero barely moved when the door to the studio slid open again. He braced himself for a humiliating and unwanted conversation with Zechs. Heero knew that it had to be coming since Zechs had left so abruptly earlier. Heero knew that he had failed his previous mission to rid himself of his feelings for Duo when he allowed the other man's name to escape his mouth while with Zechs. It had been a subconscious slip, something that he wasn't actively thinking about. Perhaps the only person he ever envisioned doing those things to him was Duo, so his body and mind reacted as such, merging fantasy with reality. Heero wasn't quite sure what had happened but he was certain that he would never forget the look in Zechs' eyes when he pulled away from Heero. His eyes held a deep sadness and disappointment that Heero knew he would not be able to fully understand. Stranger for Heero was the fact that Zechs didn't appear angry, he didn't shout or say anything vengeful. In fact, Zechs hadn't said anything at all. It was the first time in his brief period of knowing Zechs that he had seen him at a loss for words. He had simply given Heero a slight inclination of his head and left the room silently, leaving Heero to contemplate what had happened. He felt that he had betrayed or tricked Zechs in some sense. He had told Zechs that Duo was no longer a problem, giving Zechs the signal to offer himself to Heero. Instead of treating the offer with the delicately it warranted, Heero felt as if he had thrown it back in Zechs' face. He was ashamed and embarrassed of the fact that he could not control his feelings. Because of this, he refused to look up once he heard the door open.

Silence hanged in the air for the one of the longest minutes of Heero's life. Unable to stand the gaze that he felt boring into him any longer, Heero dared a glance up. Instead of seeing the disappointed face of Zechs, Heero instead saw a flustered and disheveled Duo. His face was flush with exertion with little strands of hair framing the top of his head. He looked exhausted, unsure, and perfect. Duo was both the person that Heero wanted to and didn't want to see most at this moment. Although brief, their time apart had weighted heavily on Heero's mind. Duo stared at Heero for a while, eyes wild with uncertainty and for some reason eagerness.

"Hee-chan?" Duo said softly as he took a small step into the room. He scanned the room quickly, as if looking for something. When he apparently saw that nothing was out of place, he closed the door behind him. He didn't take any further steps into the room, as if seeking permission from Heero to continue.

"Duo," Heero managed to say, shifting uncomfortably as he realized that his excitement from earlier was apparent through his jeans. His face flushed with embarrassment as he swung his legs under the table, hoping the block the evidence from Duo.

Duo thankfully did not seem to notice anything unusual and proceeded into the room slowly. He looked the most uncertain than Heero had ever seen him, eyes darting across the room, looking at everything except for Heero. His eyes landed on Heero's sculpture and Heero felt his heart pound. The sculpture wasn't yet ready for Duo to see. He had wanted it to be perfect, only then would he feel comfortable letting Duo see it. Instead, it was incomplete and given their current relationship, Heero wasn't quite sure that it would be received well. Therefore he cringed, unable to speak, as Duo approached the sculpture. A small smile crept onto Duo's lips and he circled the sculpture, taking in every detail. Heero didn't dare speak as he watched Duo apprehensively, waiting for the inevitable criticism. Duo stopped and glanced at Heero, now wearing a genuinely pleased smile.

"Shinigami, right?"

Heero nodded, still not daring to speak.

"It has a braid..." Duo observed, expression becoming serious. "Maybe?" He couldn't finish saying what they both knew was true.

"Yes, Duo, it's you. You were my inspiration." Heero replied truthfully, admission barely coming out above a whisper.

Duo's smile grew larger, this time reaching his eyes. He didn't say anything for a while, but simply stood smiling at Heero. "It's great, Hee-chan. I…I…It's awesome. Why me?" He asked cautiously.

Heero sighed. He decided to be honest. "You're the most important thing to me. You've inspired me for four years. This final project is supposed to be a reflection and representation of our years at university. You have been my four years…so….you were my subject."

Duo was silent. He gazed at the sculpture with an unreadable expression on his face. He smiled gently and turned to Heero, gaze soft and just as uncertain as Heero was feeling. "I don't really know what to say," he paused. "I feel the same. I mean, you're my best friend, man. I didn't really have friends before I came to school, you know? Maybe a bunch of acquaintances, but that's all," he chuckled a little, "I was the most popular, friendless kid at school at one point. It's kinda fucked up when you think about it." He sighed. "It's kinda funny cause you kinda inspired my senior project too."

Heero, who had gained more confidence after Duo failed to reject his admission became interested. "Oh? What is it?"

Duo blushed for a reason that Heero couldn't understand. He stumbled over his next words. "Well…it's kinda…um…well it's not finished yet. Look, it's kinda of embarrassing, you know. I wanted to wait until it was completed and tell you about it at the right time, you know?"

Heero nodded in understanding, as he had felt the same way about his own project. This understanding, however, did not squelch Heero's interest in Duo's project. Heero felt slightly elated that he had inspired Duo's project, especially since Duo studied engineering, a field that had nothing to do with Heero at all.

Heero glanced at Duo. The smile had left his face. He had the anxious expression that he had worn when he first arrived. He chewed on his bottom lip, obviously contemplating something. He opened his mouth to speak, but then immediately closed, still trying to find a way to articulate what he wanted to say. He smiled slightly and said softly, "I guess you're not mad at he anymore, huh?"

Heero cocked his head to the side. "Eh?" With the amount of agony that Duo seemed to be going through to formulate these words, this statement seemed a little strange.

Duo paused. "I just figured from earlier…that maybe you weren't mad anymore," Duo began.

"Earlier?" Heero asked, truly confused. The only contact they had had earlier was when they had their argument. Of course Heero had been mad at that time. Heero was doubtful that even Duo could be so self-centered to think that nothing was wrong after that fight.

"Well…just when you called me. I thought you were trying to be an ass. But I guess you just wanted to tell me?" The last statement came out more as a question. Duo was starting to doubt himself as he saw Heero's continuing look of confusion.

"I never called you Duo. You called me, but I was…busy. I don't know what you're talking about." Heero said slowly.

Duo remained silent. He began to look uncomfortable, wringing his hands slightly as he tried not to make eye contact with Heero. This made Heero even more concerned. He grabbed his phone and checked recent outgoing calls. Duo, it read. Heero stared at the screen. Duration: 1 min 45 sec. Heero clutched the phone tighter. His pulse began to beat fast as his eyes made their way to the time of the call. 8:36, it read. Heero closed his eyes. The call had been made while he had been with Zechs. Duo, he had cried softly while with Zechs. Had Duo heard this? Is this why he had come over suddenly with such a crazed look in his eyes? Is this why he was acting so awkward, assuming that Heero was no longer mad at him? Did he know? What did he think? Duo was so unpredictable that there was no way Heero could possibly assume to know what Duo was thinking about anything at any given moment.

As Heero opened his eyes, he felt a wave of embarrassment, shame, and self-consciousness wash over him with uncontrollable force. He didn't dare look at Duo as he quickly rose from his chair. He needed to escape the situation, to find a safe place to essentially hide in. Before he reached the door, he was held back by a firm grip.

"Nokoru…onegai…. [1]" Came the soft plea from Duo. Heero paused, trying to process that Duo was speaking Japanese and was begging him to stay. "Hee-chan wo nokotain desu…" I want you to stay, he had said. Heero clenched his fists in confusion. He turned slowly to face Duo. The man was wearing such an earnest and vulnerable expression that Heero was at a loss for words. He looked completely unsure of himself, anxious and scared. Heero had to admit he was feeling the same things. Duo's hand remained on Heero's wrists as he allowed Heero time to process what was happening.

Before Heero could utter an awkward in response, Duo leaned forward and pressed his mouth against Heero's. Heero felt himself freeze as Duo's soft lips pressed against his, softly, unsurely. He felt a definite heat radiated from the spot where the their lips met and run the length of his body. His pulse quickened with excited as he inhaled Duo's sent and felt the man's hand move from his wrist to cradle the back of his head. Duo felt so soft and wonderful against Heero, as if there was never a better fit for the other. Heero's mind seemed to stop function when it came to the realization that he was kissing Duo Maxwell. It was something he had fantasized about for close to four years now. A desire that he had secretly held close to him for years was actually coming to light.

It was what he wanted, but it also scared him more than he thought it would. He was becoming overwhelmed by the sensation, situation and the previous events to fully appreciate what was happening. No matter how much he tried to force himself to relish the moment, thoughts of self-doubt and self-consciousness crept into his mind and planted a seed that he knew would be hard to remove. Uncertainty about what this kiss meant to Duo and what would come after worried Heero. Heero didn't think that he could manage if this kiss meant something different to him than it did to Heero.

He broke apart from Duo, suddenly, yet slowly. He looked into Duo's eyes. They were heavily lidded, sensual and held a look that Heero had never seen in Duo's eyes before. His lips were slightly moist, swollen, and inviting. Heero had never seen Duo like this before, looking so passionate and wanton. Duo looked at him with a small trace of surprise in his eyes. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but Heero shook his head in rejection. Duo closed his mouth, but remained focused on Heero, his previous expressed erased and replaced with concern. He gently ran his hands through Heero's unruly hair. His touch was soothing, natural, but it was too much for Heero handle. He was a coward. He had known this for a while now, and this moment was no different. He tore his eyes from Duo and ran from the room. Heero could clearly hear Duo shouting after him to wait, both in English and Japanese. Heero was not willing to stop, though. He had already started and continuing to run was far easier than facing Duo after that. Heero could also hear Duo running behind, calling out to him to wait. Heero knew that Duo was fast, but when Heero needed to run, he was undeniably faster. And at this moment, he needed to run.

Heero's lungs screamed as he refused to stop until he reached his room. He was running at full power, slightly chilled from the night air. He couldn't stop. He was running away from possible happiness but at the same time possible rejection. Heero knew that he couldn't handle the later, even if that meant possibly giving up the most desirable option. Heero was not brave enough to consider such a possibility, instead, he ran. He legs ached and the his lungs burned. He hadn't ran this hard or this fast for years. He knew that Duo had given up about a quarter of the way back to Heero's dorm. Duo wasn't the one to do much physical exercise, so Heero was certain that he had simply been too tired to continue.

When Heero reached his door, he threw himself on the floor in front of it, allowing himself to catch his breath. He placed his head between his knees and attempted to force his heart to stop beating so fast. Heero sighed heavily and slammed his head onto the door. Heero was certain that he was suppose to feel pain from that violent action, but in honesty, he couldn't feel anything at. He had become numb. His legs and lungs had stopped hurting half way to the dorm. He was now left with an even worse pain: the pain of shame, embarrassment, and worst of all the pain of potentially hurting Duo. He sighed again, reaching into his pocket for his cell phone to find nothing there. He let a curse slip from his mouth as he realized that he had left the phone in the studio.

With his heartbeat back to a normal pace, Heero stood to unlock his door, then paused. Duo had been chasing him and had followed him long enough to know that he was heading for his dorm. Surely Duo would soon catch up with him and confront him there. Heero shook his head violently, he definitely was not ready to talk about what had happened so soon. He was at a loss, trying to decided whose room he could hide in. Unfortunately, Duo was his only true friend, leaving him only acquaintances of theirs to seek help from. Heero thought of likely candidates. He thought of Wufei, but immediately scoffed at the idea. Next, he thought of Trowa. Once again, there was no way he would be willing to seek Trowa for help. He had been one of the roots of his argument with Duo in the first place. Zechs was also another obvious choice that took no time to deny. That only left Quatre. Heero supposed this was the safest choice anyway. Quatre was kind, empathetic, and understanding. While he did annoy Heero sometimes with his earnestness, he had always made it a point to try to make Heero feel included and accepted whenever he was with Duo and his friends. For that, Heero felt that Quatre was at least trust worthy in that sense.

Fortunately, Quatre's dorm was next to Heero's. Heero walked briskly to the neighboring dorm, slipped into the building after a resident, and promptly went to Quatre's door. Although he had only been there a couple of times, he had no problem remembering which and room he was in out of the twenty story building. Heero knocked timidly on the door and waited.

Quatre opened the door almost immediately and didn't seem terribly surprised when he saw that Heero waiting on the other end. Instead, he smiled softly and asked Heero to come. Heero thought for a moment about Quatre's response and why he didn't question anything only briefly. He shrugged it aside, gave a slight inclination of his head and walked into the room. Quatre's room was big, comfortable and very personalized. He didn't have a roommate as he was an RA. He had enough space for his bed, a large futon, a desk, bookcase, and small entertainment center. Although the perfect place to hang out, he rarely had people over. As an RA, he is forced to keep a certain image and stay within the rules. It would never be a good idea to have a party, especially like the ones Duo liked to have, in his dorm.

Heero sat on the edge of the futon after Quatre's urging. Quatre sat on his bed, facing Heero. He looked at Heero expectantly, but finally spoke when he realized that Heero wasn't going to speak first. "Are you alright?" He asked.

Heero remained silent. He shrugged his shoulders lightly.

"Am I going to have to play the guessing game with you?" Heero didn't respond, but Quatre took that as confirmation. "Let me…You seem really upset. You don't look like you've gotten into a fight. Hmmmm. So I'm thinking that something must have happened with you and Duo."

Heero looked up sharply, eyes round with surprise. How could Quatre possibly know what was bothering him, when he had given him no details about what was troubling him. "How did you know?"

Quatre shrugged lightly. "Well, no bruises or anything, so something emotional has to be troubling you right? The only person, or thing for that matter, that I know could possibly affect you that way is Duo."

"You don't know me very well," Heero replied. His response wasn't rude, simply factual and Quatre seemed to take it as such. He nodded his head in slight agreement.

"True, but I've seen the two of you together a lot. You may not talk a lot Heero, but you express yourself in other ways." Quatre said elusively.

"What does that mean?" he asked, slightly indignant despite the fact that he was seeking help from Quatre.

Quatre smiled softly again. "Oh, nothing. It's just that I see the way you look at Duo all the time. It's pretty obvious Heero. You have a horrible poker face." Heero felt himself go flush at Quatre's words. Had he really been that obvious? Did Duo know the entire time how he felt. Quatre sighed, interrupting Heero's thoughts. "But you both are completely clueless when I comes to things that actually matter. I can totally understand you, but Duo's got no excuse. He's done this dance before. But I guess never so seriously before." Quatre seemed like he was talking to himself more than he was talking to Heero. Heero was deeply confused by his prattling. He opened his mouth to ask was Quatre was talking about when the man's phone rang.

Quatre answered the phone quickly without even checking the caller ID first. "Hey," he said quickly, a small smile playing on his face. He nodded a couple of times and grunted a couple times in agreement. "Good luck," he said softly before hanging up the phone. Quatre stood abruptly, a wide grin playing on his face. He turned to Heero, not at all waivered by Heero's steely look of confusion and suspicion.

"Kennedy is having some issues and they're short staff, so I've been called in to help out a little," Quatre started. Kennedy was one of the dorms near theirs and the home of over 600 Freshman. There was always some issue in the building, ranging from fights, drugs, riots, noisiness and alcohol issues. It didn't surprise Heero at that they would need some re-enforcements on a Friday night. Heero nodded his head in understanding. "So, I'll probably have to work the night shift or something like that. I'll probably just crash at another RA's room for the night. You're welcome to stay, though. I know you're trying to hide out." Heero opened his mouth to ask Quatre how he could possibly know this, but was cut off when Quatre answered the unspoken question. "We're not close Heero. I figure the only reason why you would come to me is if you're hiding from Duo or you want to hang out. I'm somehow willing to bet my life that it's not the last one." Heero was silent. "So, I have some hot pockets in the fridge, there are drinks under the bed, sheets for the futon in the closet, and the remote for the TV is on the stand," Quatre informed as he gathered the items he would need from the night and placed them in a backpack. "But try not to be too loud, Heero, I do have neighbors," he added.

Heero was slightly annoyed with Quatre's assumption that he would take advantage of the room and be noisy, but his annoyance was calmed when he reminded himself that Quatre was letting him spend the night, with virtually not questions asked. Heero was grateful for that. He gave Quatre a short nod as the man left, bag slung over one shoulder.

Heero sat against the futon and stared at the door. Although he simply wanted to the a place to hid, he also had wanted something to distract him from his problems with Duo. Instead, he had been left alone with nothing to do but think about that problem. Heero was also dwelling on what Quatre said about Heero and Duo. Heero shook his head, as if to clear all thoughts from his mind. He spread out the futon and sprawled across it. He draped one arm over his eyes, sighed, and drifted into a welcoming sleep. Heero didn't sleep very soundly, he had the same reoccurring nightmare that he always had. Whether it was a flashback or pure imagination, Heero couldn't tell, but it always haunted him nonetheless. He was small, no older than five years old. He was in a dark room, alone. There were no windows, no color, no noise, nothing. He was in complete isolation. The five year old version of himself was crying, the sounds seemed to echo in the room and only re-enforce his loneliness. No one came to his aid to see if he was injured. He was frighteningly cold and hungry. There was no movement outside of the cold, dark door that separated him from the rest of the world. The child wandered around the room, in search of comfort, but was unable to find any source of comfort, not even a stuffed animal. The loneliness and fear brought on by the loneliness was more painful that the cold and hunger that the child felt.

Heero jerked awake, skin slightly clammy from his nightmare, at the sound of rapping against the door. Heero sat up erect, not expecting anyone to come to Quatre's door and unsure how to react. He started to stand when the door opened without invitation. Duo stepped into the room and closed the door firmly, locking it behind him. Heero stood, shocked and slightly panicked. Duo looked solemnly at Heero, face completely serious and assured. He no longer had the fearful look he did earlier, instead he looked like a man who had a mission to complete and that nothing was going to deter him from his cause. Heero felt his stop drop at this sight. He knew this look very well and it meant that there was virtually no way that Heero was going to escape this dreaded conversation.

"I've been looking for you all over Heero. Thank god I know you so well," Duo said, slight quiver in his voice giving away the true unease that he felt despite the strong poker face he was giving.

"How did you know I was here?" Heero asked.

Duo gave a slight smile. "Quatre was my friend first, remember? I knew there was no way you would go to your dorm and I figured Quatre would be the only person you would go to. I called him soon after I lost you, gave him the heads up."

Heero nodded more to himself than to Duo. That certainly explained why Quatre seemed unsurprised by everything. Heero sighed. "You found me," Heero replied lamely.

"Why did you run away?" Duo asked directly. There was no contempt or accusation in his voice, just simply concern. Heero glanced at Duo, his face was slightly flushed, his clothes disheveled from chasing Heero earlier. He still looked stunning, however. Heero gritted his teeth, hoping to buy more time. "Hee-chan?" Duo urged. Heero had always told Duo that he hated the grammatically incorrect pet name that he had given him, but he actually found the name endearing and found himself responding more to it. Obviously, Duo did know him well enough to know this fact and decided to chase that route to get Heero to talk.

"I…" he began, not thinking he could finish. "I really don't think I can talk about this," he finished, hoping to end the conversation there.

"Why not? Why can't you talk to me Heero? Me?" Duo asked. He took a step closer and Heero found himself taking a reactionary step backward.

"I'm just not good at this. I don't know. It's embarrassing. I…why did you…kiss me?" Heero asked.

Duo shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "Simple. Because I love you."

Heero froze, ears ringing, heart pounding. He was almost certain that he hadn't heard correctly. He swallowed heavily. He looked into Duo's eyes. He saw that they were honest, vulnerable…beautiful. Duo came closer again, but Heero was too transfixed to react. "Duo?" Heero questioned.

Duo smiled slightly. "Hee-chan. I'm tired of this back and forth. We're bout to graduate. I…I've been in love with you for four years now. Hearing you on the phone today…I guess it gave the courage to do something. Finally." Duo took another step forward, the same small smile on his face despite the uncertainty of his next words. "Do you not feel the same?"

Heero swallowed heavily again and decided not to think. "No. I…I do. I…" He couldn't complete his thoughts, he tried to think but, he was still too new to this to actually convey what he was feelings.

"Why don't you do something about it." It wasn't a question, but more of a command or an instruction telling Heero to do what they both knew he was cable of and wanted to do.

Heero closed the remaining space between he and Duo. He looked into Duo's eyes and found enough unyielding trust to allow him to forget his self-consciousness and fears of failure. The softness, understanding, and affection in Duo's eyes gave Heero the strength to follow what he had instinctively wanted all along. He just couldn't understand why he hadn't seen it in Duo's eyes before. Duo smiled gently as Heero reached a timid hand to cup his cheek. Duo closed his eyes and fell into the touch, turning slightly to lightly kiss Heero's palm. Heero brought his lips to meet Duo's for the second time that day. The amount of emotion that he felt this time was no different than the first. Duo tasted like everything he had expected him to. Duo leaned into the kiss, draping his arms around Heero's neck to pull him closer. What had started as a tender kiss soon turned into an urgent kiss of need, seeking to relieve the tension that had been built up for four years. Heero felt Duo's tongue move over his bottom lip, causing him to shudder. He eagerly opened his mouth to Duo and truly tasted him for the first time. Their tongues spared urgently, playfully as they sought to taste one another. Heero was determined to commit Duo's taste to memory as he explored and assault the other man's mouth. His hands found their way to the small of Duo's back and traveled to cup his bottom. Duo's bottom was pert, firm, perfect. Heero gave Duo a squeeze and pulled Duo's body tightly against his. Duo let out a gasp, soon turned into moan at the simultaneous sensations of Heero's hands on him and their erections meeting for the first time.

Duo broke free of Heero's lips to kiss a trail from his mouth to his neck, where he licked, sucked and kissed Heero into a panting mess of a man. He threw his head back to give Duo better access revealing in the sensations Duo was giving him. Duo paused at Heero's collar bone, finding that Heero's shirt blocked him from where he wanted to go. Duo urgently removed Heero's shirt as did he relieved Duo's of his. Duo's mouth and hands were on him immediately, feeling his strong back and kissing down his chest until he reached Heero's left nipple. Duo quickly lapped at the pert nub before taking it into his mouth. Heero let out a hiss of surprise and pleasure as Duo sucked him. He's never really imagined that he could get such pleasure from his nipples. He honestly wasn't sure if it was an actual sensitive spot for him or if it only felt incredible because Duo was the one doing it him. Duo gently bit the stub before giving it an apologetic lick and moving to its twin. Heero released another shuddered gasp as Duo began a new assault on his right nipple. Heero didn't know what to do with his hands. He wanted to touch Duo too, to give him pleasure as well, but he didn't know how. His hands instead, found their way into Duo's hair. He attempted to remove the band before Duo straightened up and looked into his eyes. His eyes were the same as they had been in the studio, beautiful, pure, lustful, honest.

His words were barely over a whisper when he said, "Not yet. Soon." Heero nodded without questions and removed his hands from Duo's braid. He instead brought one hand to gingerly caress Duo's face, still slightly unconvinced that this was actually happening. Duo responded by bringing Heero into another fierce kiss, crushing his lips against Heero's urgently. He moved Heero back toward the futon and lightly pushed Heero on top of it. Heero allowed himself to lay onto the open futon, expecting Duo to follow. When he didn't, Heero propped himself on his elbows to see why Duo was hesitating. Duo stood at the base of the futon, his unsure expression returning.

"No one's ever... I've never…shown," Duo blushed slightly. He tried again, "Ore wa doutein desu…[2]"

Heero smiled in relief, astonishment at Duo's Japanese, and the pure vulnerability that Duo was showing. "Daijoubu…ore…ore mo. [3]" Duo smiled at Heero's acceptance and his own admittance. Duo slowly brought his hands to his belt and slowly undid the buckle. Heero felt his pulse quicken in anticipation. Duo undid the button of his jeans and paused. He glanced up at Heero, seeking encouragement. Heero knew that no words were needed, but that Duo just needed to see the approval, desire and love in his eyes to continue. Duo did and it one rushed movement, he shoved his pants down to his ankles. Heero grinned wildly at the semi-naked form in front of him. Duo was wearing Doraemon decorated boxer briefs. Duo cocked his hips to the side in fake indignation. "What? I didn't know anyone would be seeing these today! I'd like to see what you've got on!"

Heero flushed slightly. "I actually don't wearing underwear," he admitted.

Duo froze slight. "Hee-chan. Now don't say that to me. You're just going to make me want to jump you more," he said in all seriousness, a small smile still playing on his lips. Heero took in Duo for a moment. Duo had a slight frame, but still looked solid, strong. His muscles were lean and well defined. A trail a little chestnut colored hairs could be seen trailing from the bottom of his flat stomach into his…Heero swallowed heavily as he took in the only part of Duo's bottom which still remained hidden. Heero could see Duo's erection pressing hard and eagerly against the material, straining for release. Heero felt himself growing harder with anticipation.

Duo finally removed the boxer briefs and Heero couldn't help but groan slightly at the mere sight of him. Duo was gorgeous, properly proportioned and obviously wanting Heero. It was Heero's first time seeing a man naked, erection at high attention…for him. "Duo…I…you're breathing taking," was all that Heero could manage, knowing that those simple words could never convey what he was feeling.

Duo blushed deeply and approached the bed. "Hee-chan, I think it's your turn now." Duo kneeled at the end of the bed leaned in to capture Heero's mouth again. Heero jerked as he felt Duo's hand caress his erection through his pants. Duo's touches were light, fleeting, but they caused Heero such a reaction. Duo began to caress Heero deeper, faster, more frequently. Heero ripped his mouth from Duo's to moan a stifled groan. He squeezed his eyes shut as he gave his senses over to the pleasure Duo was giving him. He felt his stomach clench and coil as became ready for release. He hadn't wanted to come like this but he didn't have the will to stop Duo, it felt far too good. Heero prepared himself for release when Duo stopped suddenly. Heero let out a hiss in protest and opened his eyes to see Duo smirking. "You didn't think it was going to be that easy, did you?" He grinned. Duo brought his hands to the button of Heero's pants and within record timing, unbuttoned and unzipped them. Without hesitation or fear, Heero lifted his hips to help Duo slides his down and off. Duo carelessly threw the pants onto the floor behind him.

Heero looked at Duo, completely naked and vulnerable in front of him. Duo ran his eyes down the length of his body, taking in every aspect of Heero, pausing at his weeping erection.

"Hee-chan. You're fucking amazing. Sorry for calling you Saint Prude earlier." There was no smile on his face this time, desire had completely taken over. He climbed the length of Heero's body and captured his mouth again Duo ground their erections together, causing them both to gasp. He continued to rub against Heero, running his hands through Heero's hair. Heero vigorously kissed him back as he ran his hands the length of Duo's back and down to his bottom, which was already becoming familiar. Duo's skin was incredibly soft and smooth, so much so that Heero had to taste it. He flipped them over so that they were on top. Duo released a yelp of surprise but didn't complain at all. He reached up and joined their lips again. Heero broke free and finally tasted Duo's creamy skin. It was slightly salty but also uniquely Duo. Heero inhaled his sent, committing it to memory.

He kissed his way down Duo's body until he came onto the nest of little hairs surrounding his erection. Heero paused, slightly unsure of himself. He had never done this before or even seen how to do it. He only knew it was suppose to be desirable for the recipient. He wanted to do this for Duo, he just didn't know how. He glanced up at Duo. Duo's breathe was slightly ragged, face covered in a beautiful sheen of sweat. He licked his lips slightly before saying, "we're nothing but animals Hee-chan. Let nature take over." He thrust his hips up slightly for emphasis. Heero understood completely. He carefully leaned forward and tasted Duo for the first time. It was overwhelming. Duo tasted like so many things that Heero couldn't possibly describe them. He lightly licked a line from the base of Duo's erection to the tip, reveling in the taste and the mewling sounds coming from Duo. He sucked lightly on the tip before taking the rest of Duo into his mouth. It was awkward and somewhat uncomfortable, but those feelings were far outweighed by the feeling of holding Duo in his mouth. Duo gasped as Heero began to suckle him, bobbing his head in a smooth rhythm. Heero quickened his pace, taking more and more of Duo with every swoop.

"Heero!" Duo's ragged voice resounded through the room as he began to thrust up into Heero's mouth. He brought his hands into Heero's head, in desperate need to hold on to something. Heero sucked harder and eagerly took in every thrust that Duo made. Heeo experimentally ran his hands along the clef of Duo's bottom, until he found what he was sure would be his main destination. Duo gasped loudly as Heero placed pressure against the entrance. His thrusts became more sporadic and uncontrolled as Heero lightly and oh, so barely pushed the tip of his finger in. Duo shouted his name and in one last thrust, spilled himself into Heero's mouth. Heero found it difficult to swallow it all but managed. He found the whole thing completely erotic and beautiful. Duo's body's relaxed onto the futon, completely sated. Heero crawled back up Duo and captured his lips, forcing his tongue into Duo's mouth, allowing him to taste himself. Duo groaned deeply at the sensuality of it all. His arms locked tightly around Heero's neck pulling him closer.

"Heero," he said softly, breaking away and looking into Heero's eyes. "Heero…I need you in me, now." He thrust his hips up again, rubbing Heero's attention deprived erection. Heero couldn't prevent the groan that escaped his mouth. "But we need some help." Duo looked around the room and smiled when his eyes fell upon a small bag on the table next to the futon. "The bag, Hee-chan."

Heero reached over, without question but with curiosity, and retrieved the bag. He looked inside and saw a small bottle of lube.

"Compliments of Quatre," Duo smiled. Heero smiled as well. Although inexperienced, he knew what to do next. Like Duo had said, they were animals and his instincts knew what to do. He just needed to follow them for once. Heero lubricated Duo's entrance and then his hand. He swooped down to kiss Duo again as he pushed his index finger into Duo. Heero paused at the first knuckle. Duo ripped his mouth from his and groaned deeply. Heero took that as a sign to continue. He continued to push the finger in until it could go no further. Heero looked cautiously at Duo. He look slightly uncomfortable but smiled for Heero to continued. Heero slowly moved his finger out and then back in again. Duo let out a light hiss at the sensation and pushed back on Heero's finger. Heero slowly added a second and made scissor-like movements to better prepare Duo. When he thought Duo was ready, he added a third. He began to quicken the pace of his thrusts, with Duo now eagerly meeting them. Heero was about to pull out when he hit something in Duo that caused the most erotic reaction that Heero had seen yet from Duo. Duo rose slightly, a loud groan escaping his lips as Heero struck that special bundle of nerves inside him. Heero tried to find that same spot again.

"Ahhh, god. Hee~ro!" Duo managed to get out, eyes squeezed shut. Heero honestly couldn't stand the sight anymore, Duo naked, gleaming with sweat, erection already apparent even after coming earlier, and moaning for him. Shouting his name. It was far too much for Heero. He removed his fingers much to Duo's sound of protest. He quickly lubricated his still weeping erection and positioned himself.

Duo sat up and looked into Heero's eyes. Despite the urgency that his body felt, Heero found himself lost in Duo's gaze. All of Duo's emotions of love, lust, desire, trust were apparent and made Heero want him even more. Duo slowly brought his braid over his shoulder and shyly looked at Heero. Heero held his breath as Duo removed the band and deftly undid his braid. He shook it out so that it tumbled around his lithe frame and onto the bed. It was breathtaking. Heero brought a hand Duo's face and caressed it softly. He had long had fantasies about making love to Duo with his hair down, but non had compared to the real thing. He kissed Duo chastely before lowering him back onto the bed, hair fanning across him in a pseudo halo. Heero leaned back and positioned himself again.

"Duo, open your eyes," Heero instructed as Duo had shut them tightly. He looked up at Heero, several emotions playing in his eyes, none of them being fear. Staring into Duo's eyes, Heero slowly entered him. He watched as pleasure and pain flickered across Duo's face. His eyebrows furrowed and from his mouth escaped a sharp groan. Heero pushed in to the hilt and paused, willing himself to give Duo time to adjust. Duo was incredibly tight, wonderful, and so alive. It was the only way Heero could describe it. He felt Duo's being pulsating around, unconsciously pulling him deeper in. The feeling was completely overwhelming and addictive. Duo gave a slight nod and Heero pulled out and pushed back in again slowly. Duo bit his bottom lip in obvious pain.

"Duo, are you sure? Are you ok?" Heero asked, pausing again.

"Heero, I've been waiting for four years. I've been sure since I met you." He responded raggedly. To accentuate his point, he moved from Heero then impaled himself hard on Heero's member. Heero gasped at the sensation, forgetting about any uncertainties that he may have had before. He simply let his instincts take over. He pulled out and thrusted hard into Duo once again. Duo threw his head back and groaned again. Heero quickened his pace, moving at a comfortable rhythm. Duo wrapped his legs around Heero, holding him closer, pushing him in deeper. Heero grunted at the sensation. Duo was impossibly tight and hot to the point that Heero couldn't move fast enough to sate his own needs. Heero hit that place in Duo again, causing the man to now scream his name. Heero concentrated and repeatedly struck that place, never more than twice in a row. Heero reached down Duo's body and grasped his erection and pumped it in synch with his own thrusts. Duo rose to met each of Heero's thrust. The two became perfectly in synch, working like a well oiled machine. It was incredibly natural, as if Heero were suppose to fit with Duo this way. Heero felt himself coming closer to the edge as he continued to thrust harder, faster, and almost uncontrollably. He'd never felt something like this before, or even dreamed that anything could ever feel this good. The only sound that resounded in the room was the sound of this bodies joining and the beautiful wails of pleasure coming from Duo. Heero remained almost silent, his ragged breath his only contribution to their orchestra. Heero gave one final, solid thrust into Duo before his completion, unable to stop the loud "Duo!" that tore from his lips. He pumped Duo a few more times until Duo came as well, back arched in absolute pleasure, his essence spilling onto his own belly and Heero's hands .

Heero collapsed on top of Duo, breath uncontrollably erratic. Duo brought his hands to Heero's moist hair and caressed him until he had his breathing under control. Heero reluctantly pulled from Duo, already missing the comfort and familiarity of being inside him. He propped himself onto his elbow and kissed Duo slowly, unhurriedly. When they separated a smile crept onto both of their faces. They were both tired, covered in one another's sent, sweat, everything.

"Aishiteru, Hee-chan, [4]" Duo said softly.

"Aishiteru. Itsumo, Koi,[5]" Heero said, placing a small kiss over Duo's heavy eyelids.

"I'm so happy I spent all that time studying Japanese," Duo said sleepily, nuzzling into the crook of Heero's neck.

Heero smiled and wrapped his arms around Duo tightly. "Yes, when did you start learning?"

Duo closed his eyes and sighed contently. "A week after Freshman orientation. You know the day that we first met." He smiled and place a butterfly kiss onto Heero's neck before drifting off to sleep.

Heero placed a chaste kiss a top of his forehead and smiled warmly at himself. He couldn't believe what had just happened, who was in his arms, and how fearless they both had been. It had been incredible to free himself of inhibitions. He would have never dreamed Duo would be his, would choose him. But he had, for close to four years now. Heero felt foolish as he looked down at the sleeping Duo. He felt foolish that he had waited so long, that they could have had more moments like this for four years by now. He sighed, simply grateful that he had finally gotten his chance before he left. He looked down at Duo anxiously, realizing that they're time together would be limited and that he would soon have to leave Duo after graduation. He stopped that train of thought. He refused to allow such thoughts to occupy him. He wasn't going to get sad, not now, not at a moment like this. He pulled Duo tighter to him and fell into a deep sleep of his own.

[1] Stay…please

[2]I'm a virgin (so that's why I'm hesitating…)

[3] It's ok. Me too (^^)

[4] I love you

[5] I love you. Always, love

Sorry guys. I was playing around with grammar so that's why the Japanese is all types of messed up. Aaaaand I'm not good at Romanizing Japanese either. I need Duo to tutor me *pouts*

A/N: Sorry for those that wanted to see Zechs' rejection in real time Maybe I'll update that later? And is poor Trowa still chillin' in Duo's room by himself? Maybe he and Zechs should start a "Heero rejected us" support group or something…What do you think? Oh, so there's one more chapter that will lead to a sequel or you can end here with an angst free happy ending (but you know you don't wanna!). Please R&R!