Author's Note: Sorry, been lazy haven't been posting my bad but have been writing still. For now however I would like to rant a moment, about people who flame. I recently received a very long, very involved flame on one of my stories. Now I have had some before and normally they don't bother me, but this person just got under my skin. I have the utmost respect for people who write and post their stories I would maybe give constructive criticism, but I would appreciate the writing, the effort, and the time it took. This asshole who wrote me did so anonymously (didn't have the balls to let me read their writing).

I will be the first to admit that my grammar and spelling are atrocious, I know this I work hard at it but I have dyslexia, it is a serious learning disability I have dealt with all my life. I have gotten better, very much so reading my earlier stuff compared to now. All this comes down to the fact that I write for me, not so people can give reviews. No one is making you read these, no one is sitting there holding a gun to their head making them read. No one is forcing them to be an asshole and write a long winded, poorly worded flame that said nothing that I haven't heard before but you know what if your going to be an ass then put your money where your mouth is, where is your work if your so good? Word class author clearly, so next time you go to write a flame remember authors appreciate constructive feedback, not assholes who need to think they are better then everyone else.

I apologize for this something I needed to get off my chest and I am sorry if you read this, you must be so bored. If the author of that flame is reading I'd like to read your story's feel free to contact me. For now however for those of you who like me like to read these for the joy of delving into someone's imagination, in a fan fiction world where anything is possible enjoy as always.

Just a Love Song

Game 10 – New Start

He let Heero usher him into the car and drove to the hospital as he walked in with the rag held to his mouth stopping in front of the nurse working triage. She recognized him and grinned, "Your beginning to like it here," violet eyes rolled as she pulled up his file taking one look at the blood soaked rag and shooing them to the exam room. Heero went in with him sitting beside him on the exam room table. Blue eyes looked at Duo forlorn, "I am so sorry Duo, you've had the worst luck since you met me." Duo shook his head; his lip was swollen to a size where he realized he shouldn't try to talk. "I ruined the moment Duo but still," Heero gently took his hand the one that wasn't holding the rag to his mouth; both Heero's hands had bloodstains on it, Duo's blood. "Duo I love you, I have since the war," earnest blue eyes looked solemn and serious. "I walked away that night because-" he was cut off as the doctor entered. "Mr. Maxwell, your becoming a frequent customer with us." Duo could have cheerfully strangled the man, doctor or not, Heero had just told him he loved him, and was about to explain about that night.

"Lets take a look," he pulled the cloth away clicking his tongue, "You bit through your lip, going to need a couple of stitches." He pulled on his blue latex gloves on and pulled out a tray used to it by now he waited patently as five neat little stitches where put in his bottom lip. Finished the doctor excused himself to get some painkillers, Duo turned quickly to look at Heero motioning with his hands. His lip numb with the gel the doctor had used, pleading violet eyes. Heero had been worrying behind the doctor, now the slightly shorter man looked at him rushing over to grab his hand. "Poor Duo, does it hurt much?" He looked at the swollen lip worrying his own. Shaking his head Duo reached out pulling Heero close gripping slim hips and pulling him close he buried his nose in the soft smooth neck. He gave him a squeeze urging him without words to finish. "You want me to finish don't you?" He whispered, hugging him back Heero leaned into the strong chest, "I walked away because I didn't deserve you," he said quietly feeling like he wanted to cry. That deep dark secret was out, he leaned back to look at the once boy he loved, now a grown man with two fading black eyes, a swollen lip and dried blood on his chin. "I wanted to deserve you, I loved you so much but I couldn't not then."

Duo was reeling with this information, that night that horrible night…all a misunderstanding? He wanted so bad to talk but his numb and swollen lip, he also wanted to kiss Heero once again. They where still hugging when the doctor returned not batting an eye he handed over the prescription and left. Headed out once more to the car, Duo couldn't seem to keep his hands off Heero. He held him as close as possible, moving to the car. Settling in Heero once more drove them to Duo's where he fully expected to drop the other off and head back to Quatres. Duo pulling him along, moving back into the apartment and gesturing up to his loft where he slept. "You want me to stay the night?" He asked, nodding empathetically he pulled Heero close hugging him tight it felt like he couldn't get enough of touching the other. "I would like that," he mumbled blushing a deep red.

He followed Duo up staying close as he got his first view of Duo's bedroom. He glanced around surprised not sure what he'd expected, may he thought it'd be smaller. The loft was surprisingly large. With an alcove that housed Duo's bed a big king bed, that was done in navy and green tones. There was a closet, and chest of drawers, a flat screen TV smaller then the one downstairs. The room was a little messy but somehow very Duo pictures from the war framed hung around the room, as well as various sport medals and honors. He glanced around eyes only stopped as they landed on Duo who had shrugged out of his t-shirt and tossed it with a grimace into the laundry. Heero felt his body stiffen in response, he was right back where they'd left off after the brief make out session on the couch. He stripped out of his jeans next standing in his boxer briefs he turned to Heero with a sort of smile best the could manage with the pained lip.

Blushing Heero pulled off his own shirt and pants feeling self-conscious as violet eyes swept over him. Though he reminded himself that he really shouldn't the bathing suit he'd been wearing at the water park had been more reveling then his own briefs now. "Can I borrow a shirt?" He asked Duo nodding gestured to the dresser where Heero pulled out a clean t-shirt pulling it on. The sleeves falling past his elbows and the hem coming to his knees Duo had pulled back the sheets and was motioning him to join him. Wasting no time they snuggled in together Duo pulling him close feeling the warm body pressed to him, the soft breathing that began to even out in sleep. His own smile stretching his face, yeah he'd spent more time then he wanted in the emergency room, but as he felt Heero's heart beat in time with his own he pressed a kiss to soft hair, thanking whatever deity had been looking out for him that had given Heero back to him.

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"Oh my god what did he do to you now?" Duo looked at Trowa sitting beside him on the bench at their morning practice. Duo shook his head, "It was an accident," he slurred slightly the swelling in his lip had subsided a little but he was still slurring his word a little. "Yeah sure, I'm beginning to think he'd actually trying to kill you." Duo shook his head popping his mouth guard in, as he took the field ready for the first scrum of the morning.

Later muddy, tired, but happy Duo followed behind as they headed back to the mansion. "He didn't come home last night," Trowa commented and Duo rolled his eyes, "Yeah I know he slept with me." He said nonchalantly, making the other look at him surprised. "Get your mind out of the gutter, you think with this mouth anything happened?" Laughing Trowa gave him a soft pat on the back "Touché," he mumbled trying not to laugh but it was hard, Duo and Heero had the worst courtship ever. "It was a misunderstanding that night," Duo spoke suddenly looked over to Trowa, "He loves me, he always has he just wasn't ready that night." Trowa looked surprised, "Do you believe that?" he asked softy Duo looked thoughtful "Yeah I do…" humming Trowa threw an arm around him as they got closer to home.

In the mansion Heero sat on his bed strumming his guitar his fingers moving a well worn pattern as the notes tumbled out. It was a song he'd written long, long, ago. When he was a boy, feeling very young and alone in the middle of the war. Despite all the odds finding love. He was listening for the front door, he had been worried about Duo doing rugby with his stitched lip and the ones still in his leg but he had insisted and off he went. He plucked a sour note and sighed setting his instrument aside he got up to look for Quatre he hadn't see the blonde and he felt like he should let him know what had happened.

Smiling he all but bounced down the stairs hearing the click of a keyboard he found him in his study on his laptop. "Hey Heero!" the blonde cried seeing him lurking outside the doorway. "Hey Quatre," Heero replied moving closer, "So things go well? You didn't come home last night." He waggled blond brows in a suggestive manner making the other roll eyes, "Well we where, I mean we where kissing then I sort of bumped his chin…hard." Quatre looked at him as he muttered something else, "What was that last part Heero?" he said slowly trying not to smile, "He bit through his lip and we had to go to the emergency room." He said louder making the other double over in laughter, "Oh Heero, your having the worst luck." Still chuckling he turned back to his computer, giggling every now and again.

"Other then the frequent hospital trips things are going well, we finally talked about that night." Quatre gave his attention again, "And?" he prompted, "I told him I loved him, I always had." Nodding the other looked solemn, "How did it go?" Heero sat in the leather chair opposite him worrying his lower lip, "I don't know we never really got that sorted out." Groaning Quatre couldn't help but chuckle, "Like a bad romantic comedy." He chuckled and turned back fingers moving over the keys rapidly once more. "What you doing Q?" Heero finally asked curious, "Sending out the invitations for the big family picnic." At Heero's odd look he explained further, "Every year I invite all my sisters, and their families down to the house for the weekend and it's pretty much a party weekend." Surprised Heero looked around, "They all fit?" Laughing he shook his head, "Yes and no, a lot of my nieces and nephews camp out in the yard they seem to find it fun, and I don't mind I got almost fifty of them ranging from twenty two to three months." Heero felt his jaw drop, "Yup, so you can imagine how much fun the party is." Laughing Heero shook his head, "When is this shindig?"

"Next weekend,"

"That soon?"

Blonde head nodded, "Be fun Trowa and Duo always have a fine time, you should come too Heero." Blushing he opened his mouth to reply when he heard the front door bang open and the laughter of Trowa and Duo as the former called out to his boyfriend. Trying not to seem overly excited Heero stood hurrying to the door trying to smooth out his hair he'd already changed, showered, and redone his hair but still…

He rounded the corner, the sight of the tall man standing in the foyer with Trowa every time he saw him he felt excited and nervous, butterflies in his stomach. Duo was sweaty and dirty, his stripped jersey just as muddy. His braid was coming unraveled, though his lip was still swollen and purplish blue, he looked all male, and incredibly hot. "Morning," Quatre called drawing attention to the two of them near the study. "Hi love, what you up too?" Shrugging he stepped closer to Trowa wrapping his arms around him wrinkling his nose at the smell, "Your ripe, I was sending out invites for the picnic."

Heero was still staring at Duo and the tall, well built man was staring back a slow easy smile spreading across his face. Heero had no idea what brought it on but Duo was studying him in much the same way. He wasn't sure if he would ever get used to see him dressed in these modern, expensive cloths. He forgot sometimes that Heero` was a famous idol. "How was practice?" Heero had meant to ask the question normally but ended up coming out more husky then he intended, "Good," Duo's reply was just as quiet his swollen lip turning up slightly in a smile. "Your morning going ok?" He asked moving closer, his fingers itched to reach out and pull him closer hold him like last night but there was still a little up in the air about where they where now, dating? Together? Boyfriends? Lovers? They stood within reaching distance of each other. Trowa lead Quatre into the living room as the small blonde tried to stay and watch. "Want to see Trowa," he mumbled as he was pushed into the living room. "Nope come on let them do their thing."

"How's your lip feeling?" Heero asked reaching out to gently touch the puffed flesh looking at the blue threads sticking out and wincing. "Fine, feeling great how was your morning?" Heero shifted closer unconsciously, his eyes staring into those dark violet eyes framed by long lashes. Duo swallowed hard as he met Heero once more held way pressing their lips together in a rush of passion. The kiss was short lived as Duo pulled away with a small moan of pain, "Oh I'm sorry Duo," he said reaching out to wrap his arms around the man pulling close listening to his heart beat, a rather easy feet as Heero's ear was in just the right spot. Long, arms wrapped around him, enclosing him tightly he felt safe and secure. "Didn't really talk this morning did we?" Duo said, trying not to wince his lip was throbbing again. "No," came the small voice from his chest.

"Wanted to know where we stand," came the small voice again. Duo standing a good foot above him grinned at the wall. "Where do you want to stand?" Duo asked just as softly, rubbing his hands up and down the slim back he gently kissed shaggy brown hair. "Beside you," he mumbled into the sweaty rugby shirt. He felt the rumbled of laughter, "Then it's official, we are a couple." Heero felt giddy he squeezed the solid body tighter, he was so happy. Leaning back he closed his eyes as they tried the kiss again softer, gentle parting Duo rested their foreheads together. "A new start," Heero whispered getting ready for the kiss again when the front door banged open and a screech of outrage brought Quatre and Trowa running from the living room and caused Heero and Duo to look around, not letting go of each other. "Heero!" came the piercing voice the sound running cold chill down Duo's spine.

Heero huddled close to Duo as the pink nightmare stormed towards him, he groaned in horror. "Relena," he closed his eyes wishing this really was a nightmare. He felt Duo stiffen next to him and his trepidation grew. Heero sighed heavily this was not going to go well.

TBC…