A/N Here's chapter nine! I'm almost finished, so be happy!

Warnings I own none of these characters, or Gundam Wing!

Thanks to everyone for reviewing!!!

Strange Emotions …continued

Duo's thrashing knocked Heero out of his thoughts, which brought him back to the task at hand. Walking over to the closet, and pulling out a first-aid kit, Heero returned to Duo's side, and sat on the edge of the couch.

'Might as well do this while he is sleeping I suppose,' Heero thought while preparing the cotton swab with alcohol to cleanse his cuts. Duo whimpered again in his sleep. Heero brushed the backs of his index and middle fingers against Duo's cheek, 'Duo clam down.'

Heero gently placed the alcohol dowsed cotton ball upon the gash on Duo's cheekbone, and winced when Duo hissed. Cleaning all the areas he was able too, he realized that he needed to inspect Duo's back, and ribs, which involved moving Duo to get his shirt off. Heero gently shook duo, which had yet to wake.

"Duo, wake up," Heero said, as Duo opened his Cobalt eyes.

"Heero?"

"Hn. I need to inspect your wounds. Can you sit up?" Heero inquired?

"Yeah I guess," Duo replied.

Duo leaned up, and took little help to get his shirt unbuttoned and over his head, his braid flopping down to lay against his back. Heero laid him down and began to poke and prod Duo's sides and back gently, waiting a sign of pain.

"Does this hurt?" He asked.

"Yeah sort-of," Duo said, and eyed Heero, "But I don't think it is anything serious."

"Most likely not. You'll just be sore for some days."

Heero shivered slightly, and walked over towards the old fireplace, and began to prepare a fire. Soon a fire was brewing, the flames dancing some sacred, and Heero sat and stared at the sight.

Duo watched with curious eyes as Heero stared at the newly awakened flames; his eyes holding something keen to admiration. Duo caught his breath as he locked eyes with his partner; the flames of the fire were reflected there in those blue depths, which gave Duo a sense of danger and excitement. Heero looked away, and got up, preparing to leave.

"Where ya going?" Duo asked quickly.

"…To the restroom," Heero replied raising his eyebrows questionably.

"Oh… Have fun!" Duo stated, and mentally hit himself, 'Dude that was so corny! Good going Maxwell.'

After Heero had walked up the stairs, and Duo had heard the door shut, he lay down upon the couch, and closed his eyes, a sigh emitting from his lips, that were slightly pouting.

'What am I going to do? That dream was so real, yet Heero is still here, not dead. And I now know that I am definitely interested in being more than friends. But of all the people why Heero?' Duo thought, and surprisingly was answered by his own minds hormones, 'It is because he is mysterious, a challenge, and you never back down from a challenge. Plus the fact that he is extremely good looking, with a great body!'

Soon Duo fell asleep listening to his thoughts.

Heero flushed the toilet, and washed his hand thoroughly before descending the stairs, only to be greeted with the sight of Duo sound asleep once again, but with no dreams plaguing him. A small amount of space on the couch was open due to Duo's slightly curled legs, so Heero took the opportunity to sit there, and lean his head back on the couch to look at the where the wall joined the ceiling. The fire was quickly warming the house, causing him to sweat from the heat. Heero unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way down, and let it flap open, inviting what was left of the coolness to touch his bronzed chest. Not long after though, did the heat become unbearable, practically forcing Heero to remove his shirt completely, and to toss it across the room. It didn't take long for Heero to also fall into a dreamless state of awareness, and half-asleep.

Duo groaned as he was woken up from his nap to see that the fire that Heero had made was slowly dieing away. Getting up, he shivered, and walked over to the fireplace, and toss in another log to salvage the fire and warmth. Looking back over to the couch, Duo's eyes widened at the sight he was seeing. Heero was sitting on the couch, his head lying slightly tilted against the back of the couch, his mouth slightly parted open. He was wearing only pants, but no shirt, and the light from the renewed fire was not helping, fore a glow was cast upon Heero's chest accenting his chiseled muscles, and naturally bronzed skin tone; a thin line of dark hair trailing into his pants. Heero looked like a God.

Duo moaned as Heero shifted, and opened his eyes.

"H-hiya Heero. Sleep well?" Duo said, trying to hide the fact that he had been admiring his friend's body. Arm muscle rippled, as Heero folded his arms behind his head in the fashion the Duo sometimes did himself. Duo tried to hold in a giggled like he did every time he seen Heero's hairless armpits.

"What?" Heero asked, and followed Duo's eyes, then continued, "You shave too."

"…"Duo glared, and Heero smirked.

'What I wouldn't give to kiss that smirk right off your face,' Duo thought, but then clasped his hand to his mouth when he realized that he not only thought that, but also said it aloud, 'Damn my mouth!!!!!'

TBC…

::giggles then smirks:: Ya like?

Sorry about the armpit thing, because I find armpit hair a big turnoff. ::grins sheepishly:: And I mean can you picture Heero with armpit hair, yet a long chest hair? But to be more realistic, I gave him a "happy trail"! (Line of hair starting from belly bottom and descending into pants, and you should know where it leads to.)