Ruminations (Last Part)
Duo stirred in bed and was immediately aware that he was hemmed in. He tried to twist onto his side and found that there was something heavy draped across him. He cursed silently. He had had such a wonderful dream the night before. It involved him and Heero. They had made love. A shiver ran through him at the thought of it. In his dream Heero was warm and tender. He touched him gently, almost reverently and Duo had been thrilled to be on the receiving end of such affections. Too bad my good times with Heero only exist in my dreams, he thought sadly.
He tried to extricate himself from whatever was holding him down when a low growl sounded in his ear. What the hell? Duo stretched his neck uncomfortably backward and gasped at the glimpse of Heero's brown hair sticking up out from under the blanket. He looked down at himself. It was Heero's arm slung over his waist holding him down. Then he noted that he was in Heero's bed. Last night had been real!
"Stop squirming, Duo no baka!" said Heero, his voice thick with fatigue. He moved his arm and pulled Duo in closer. "Heero?" Duo squeaked, still believing he was going to get a beating for this.
"Hn."
"Uh-are you, uh, that is to say, are we........" Duo faltered, unsure how to proceed. Heero answered the unasked question by planting soft, fluttery kisses all along his long, pale, neck.
Duo wasn't sure what had gotten into Mr. Freeze, but he wasn't about to argue or complain. He did not argue for the next twenty minutes that they spent exploring each other's secrets again, nor did he complain when they took their erotic act on the road into the shower. Heero was unbelievably passionate and far gentler than Duo had imagined.
When they were clean and dressed Heero went to the kitchen to make something for breakfast. Duo actually stayed behind in their room, straightening up. He felt like he was on a cloud. Him and Heero. Who would have ever thought that it could happen? He bounded down the stairs into the kitchen, goofy grin plastered on his heart-shaped face. "Mmm, Heero, that smells good."
Heero was loading two plates with eggs and rice. They ate in silence. Every once in a while Heero would glance at Duo and then look away shyly when the other boy met his gaze.
Duo couldn't stop smiling; he could not help himself-he was too happy. Duo took a large sip from his glass of orange juice. "Ne, Heero, want to do something today?"
Heero blushed in response. I'm blushing now!?!
Duo laughed. "I was thinking we could go out and do something, but I like your idea better."
Now Heero was blushing and sputtering. "I-I did not mean, you........ I, oh!"
"Relax, Heero, I'm just messing with you. Really though, let's do something, like a movie. Yeah, let's see a movie this afternoon."
"Hai."
"Really?" Duo's grin widened. He did not think Heero would agree to go out. Maybe having sex finally loosened up Mr. Perfect Soldier.
The movie was an old Western-the kind that used to be referred to as "Spaghetti Westerns", so called because the director was Italian. Duo enjoyed the movie and the company even though his partner sat watching quietly.
Heero would not be able to tell anyone what the plot was. He was too preoccupied with his thoughts about the last several hours with Duo. He was confused. Not about his attraction to the braided boy, that had become crystal clear in the last few days. It was what they were doing now that had him scratching his head, so to speak. Duo had willingly had sex with him, even though there was someone else he was in love with. Someone he counts as a friend. He racked his brain for clues to the identity of the mysterious crush. Two nights ago he suspected that it was Duo's friend Hilde. They were very close, but now that he knew that Duo was at least bisexual, the possibilities were not as narrow as he originally surmised.
Heero felt a wave of jealousy hit. He did not want to share Duo's affection with anyone else-yet he had no right to demand anything.
What was Shinigami doing to him? Flashes of the previous night played in his brain throughout the day. Being with Duo had felt so good, so right. In his entire life nobody had ever gotten under his skin the way Duo had.
Heero sighed. The movie was over and he had missed it all. When Duo asked if he liked it he grunted, "Hn."
Duo chattered amiably about the movie. He liked the shootouts and the scenery. He really liked the horses. He wanted to go horseback riding; he'd never seen a horse before. Heero listened with half an ear. He was still thinking about what had happened between them, wondering if it would happen again.
They had dinner-left over pizzas from Duo's last prank. After cleaning up Duo went up to their room to take a shower. Heero lingered in the kitchen. He was not sure he wanted to be with his cinnamon-haired partner. Oh, he wanted to, but he did not think he ought to. Whatever else he may have been, cold, calculating, perfect soldier, he was not the sort of man who interfered with another's romance.
This line of thought made him uneasy and slightly angry. Why was Duo so willing to sleep with him? Was it attraction, or was Duo satisfying urges with the first convenient person he came across? Did Duo even like him?
Heero frowned. Why should Duo like him? He ignored, insulted and sometimes smacked the braided pilot when he got on his nerves. There were times when Duo's face was betrayed by a look of hurt when Heero rejected him.
Then there were the times that they had really enjoyed each other's company-playing basketball, working on their gundams, water gun tag. Duo could be so much fun.
Heero sighed. He wasn't getting anywhere with this. He liked Duo-a lot. He wanted Duo-a lot. He did not show it but inwardly the young pilot made him feel.......happy, brought the sunlight of his smile out to brighten the dark corners of Heero's life.
All of a sudden Heero came to a startling decision. After all they say all's fair in love and war and technically it was both. Whoever Duo's dream lover was was going to have stiff (no pun intended), competition. Heero intended to win Duo over. To do that he would have to show the sexy Shinigami how good it could be between them, how good he could make it.
Swallowing past the lump in his throat, Heero slowly advanced up to their room.
Duo towel dried his hair lazily. He still felt like he was riding a cloud. Heero was pretty quiet after the movie but Duo took that to mean that he was enjoying their day together. At least he really, really, really hoped so. He was still having trouble believing that Heero wanted him. He smiled sadly. It occurred to him that the explanation for this was probably something coldly practical. Maybe Heero had merely given in to the inevitable tension that all young males experience from time to time. Duo even imagined that Heero would refer to the satisfaction of his needs as "tension relief".
He eyed his reflection in the mirror. He knew he was attractive, god knew he had enough offers, but he could not help himself. For better or worse his heart had been claimed by Wing's pilot a long time ago.
He honestly never thought that Heero would respond to him the way he had, so Duo was feeling a bit at sea. He decided there in their shared bathroom, in Quatre's house that he would do his best to win over the stoic pilot. They already demonstrated a physical attraction; as far as Duo was concerned, that was half the battle.
Heero was sitting in his usual spot at the desk, plunking away at the ever-present laptop.
Duo exited the bathroom, trails of steam curling behind him, brushing out his hair.
Heero's typing fell off as Duo drew near. He chuckled warmly when he saw what had Heero's attention. "Computer Scrabble?"
"Hn."
"Haha, I knew you were playing games instead of doing mission reports!" Duo said triumphantly. Heero snorted. "Of course, baka, there is a temporary truce, what reports would I be writing?"
Annoyed at being called baka Duo retorted, "well, mr. omae wo korosu, you didn't have to hide it-unless you're afraid of a little competition?"
Heero frowned. How had this encounter degenerated into a pissing contest? Trying a different tack he said, "I'm not afraid-and I'm sure you would be very good competition, Duo."
Duo's scowl dissolved into bafflement as he noted the soft, seductive quality of Heero's voice. "Damn straight."
"Why don't you play with me-scrabble, I mean."
Somewhat mollified Duo nodded. "Okay."
"Get another chair."
Duo's eyes lit up. He had a wicked idea. "We don't need another chair, Hee-man," he husked as he ducked under Heero's outstretched arm and plopped himself onto his lap. He wiggled a little and Heero inhaled his scent. He smelled like myrrh and eucalyptus and his own unique body chemistry. Heero found it intoxicating.
He looked over Duo's shoulder, hyperaware that his partner only wore a pair of boxers. He clicked on the new game button and a new screen popped up. When it was Heero's turn he spelled out the word PANTS.
Duo added a k, i and another s. "KISS," he said happily. He wriggled against Heero. It took a minute of being distracted by Duo before Heero added his letters. Duo squawked, "PENIS? That's your word?"
"Are you challenging me?" Heero's voice had a definite playful lilt to it. Duo shifted so that he half turned and gave Heero a look. "We gonna play that way, huh? Okay." Turning back to face the screen he clicked on his letters. "Add h, o, r and free space for a y."
"HORNY?"
"Mmm, as a matter of fact......."
Heero poked him in the ribs. Then Heero rolled his letters. "There. SEXY."
Duo smiled. "Is it me, or is the room getting hot?" All he could come up with was the letters to form the word EYED. Then Heero added letters and the word DESIRE was born. Duo reached for the mouse and Heero's hand covered his. "RIM," was the word that Duo came up with.
"Hentai."
Duo smirked. Now Heero's shorts began to feel constricted. Duo noticed and pressed back into him. Their hands moved the mouse for Heero's turn. The word Heero came up with was an addition to KISS to make it KISSES. Duo turned around completely so that he faced Heero. "Good idea," he said as he leaned in to meet Heero's lips in a torrid, hungry kiss.
Heero's arms wrapped around him and he lifted them off of the chair, Duo's legs clamped around his waist, and walked them over to his bed. Within a matter of minutes they were both stripped and sliding against each other, sweaty, hot and eager. Duo moaned as Heero tongued his body from head to foot. "Heero," he groaned. "Ohh, it feels so good."
Heero agreed. It did feel good, and he knew it was not simply because it was needed physical contact. It was Duo and when their positions were reversed and it was Duo's hot, wet mouth wrapped around him Heero thought he understood at least on a basic level, the concept of ecstasy.
Morning arrived and with it the unpleasant reminder that Duo wanted someone else. What really had Heero perplexed though was Duo's behavior. He was acting as if he was deliriously happy. He grinned sappily all through breakfast, while doing the laundry and even when they went to the market for some supplies. It was beginning to make Heero edgy. How could Duo act so happy when he was in love with someone else?
The phone rang and Heero answered in a curt manner. "Yes?" He wondered how many people knew the number. Of course, judging by how many guests showed up for Duo's party, too many. The war was not over yet, technically. Quatre should have been more discreet. "Is Duo around?"
"What do you want?"
"Uh," said a slightly annoyed male voice, "to talk to Duo. Just tell him it's Gene, okay?"
Heero called Duo to the phone. Duo answered. "Hey, GG, my man, how you be?"
Heero frowned as he left the room. He could hear Duo's fading laughter. "That's my partner, man. Yeah, I know."
It was almost five o'clock when Duo found Heero. "Hey."
"Hn."
"My old pal GG called. Do you remember him from the Sweeper ship?"
Heero did remember: Tall, thin, blond crew cut, largish nose. Overall not bad looking. He nodded briefly. Duo looked at him oddly then shook his head. "Well, anyway, he's in town. He wanted to be here for my birthday but he had other plans. So he wants to meet for drinks and whatever. I just wanted to tell you. I know it was my turn to cook tonight, but I'll make it up to you, okay?"
"Hn."
Duo did not know how, but his partner managed to make that grunt cold and indifferent. Well, what was eating him?
He met his friend at a small bar and grill in town. Duo enjoyed seeing GG again and they had a few rounds, played some pool and generally bullshitted. Duo had to admit that it felt good to be with someone who was articulate and did more than grunt or scowl at him.
That reminded him of Heero earlier. He seemed downright pissed at him. Should he have invited him along? Duo hadn't bothered because he knew Heero wouldn't have been interested. Maybe Heero was..........jealous? Duo chuckled to himself. Not the perfect soldier. Jealous? He was just delusional. Still, it bothered him that Heero was angry. And that made him angry. What the hell? They were just sweating in the sheets together-stress relief, wasn't it called that? Never mind that to him it was more, much more. He wasn't stupid enough to think that Heero cared about him. And there it was, the thing that was ripping at him, tearing holes in his heart.
It was after one when he stumbled through the front door. He drank too much this evening. He wobbled up the staircase in an ungainly manner, his gait betraying his condition when he entered his shared bedroom. Heero was lying in bed staring. Duo jumped at being caught out. "Heero, y-yyou're up," he slurred.
"You're drunk."
Duo hiccuped and slid his hand to his mouth. "I had a good time," he said as if that explained it.
"Hn."
"I guess I sshoulve invited you, Yuy," he said laughing at his own pun. Heero shifted to a sitting position. "I would have been in the way."
"Huh? I guess. Hey, you know GG was telling me about this guy who knew Dr. J, an...."
"Is he the one Duo?"
"Hh-huh?"
"Is he?"
"What are ya takin 'bout Heero?"
"Forget it. Just forget everything. I-I never meant to come between you."
"Nani? I'm confused, 'Ro. Come between who, what, where?"
Heero winced at the shortening of his name, it was too, too.........intimate. He sighed. He just wanted to sleep and forget the last couple of days. "Duo, just go to sleep."
He was answered by Duo's light snore.
Heero stood at a kitchen counter, hot cup of coffee in hand, trying to analyze his predicament. He was not able to get much farther than imagining Duo's hands on him; his sweet, lush mouth. He growled in frustration. It was no wonder J omitted feelings and their consequences in his training. Heero was besieged by an array of the annoying emotions: lust, fear, longing, jealousy, sadness. And last of all, and most disturbing, love. He was in love with Duo Maxwell. Just like that.
He drained his cup, deposited it in the sink and turned in time to see the object of his reluctant affection stagger across polished linoleum. "Coffee," Shinigami croaked, obviously hung over.
Heero poured out a cup and handed it to him. Duo managed a sickly grin. "Arrigato."
"Hn."
After sipping some of the hot brew Duo sagged into a chair and held his aching head in his hands. "Ohayo, Heero. Boy, I overdid it last night."
"Hn."
Duo glanced at him. Heero seemed annoyed. He wondered if he had done something to upset him last night. Not that he remembered much beyond meeting his friend for a few drinks, which turned into too many drinks. Before he could raise the question Heero strode out of the kitchen. Duo was not up to following, not just yet.
After a three hour nap Duo got up and took a long, bracing shower. After he was clean and dressed and feeling infinitely better he went looking for Heero who did not appear to be anywhere in the house.
He abandoned searching in the house when he heard what sounded like a grunt coming from the hangar. The hangar wasn't exactly close; Duo wondered that the sound carried through the warm air. The sound of banging echoed from the building and Duo went in, hackles raised, knife drawn from the brace he kept inside his boot. Perhaps the tentative truce was over?
He slipped in the back door and crept toward the source of the disturbance. What he saw was something of a shock. Heero stood in front of Deathscythe, glaring menacingly at it, grumbling and muttering under his breath, all while he struck at the base of the gundam with a sledge hammer. It of course had no effect on the mecha whatsoever, except for the loud pinging noise. But what the hell did he think he was doing? Duo was fuming as Wing's pilot raised the hammer for another blow. He stepped out from behind his cover. "Heero!" he bellowed. "Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Heero whirled around, simultaneously startled and enraged that Duo had been able to sneak up on him. But he looked at his arms raised above his head and seemed to return to himself, maniacal gleam in his eyes subsiding. He lowered the hammer and let it drop onto the hangar floor. Duo was giving him a glare worthy of himself, legs spread and arms folded across his chest, waiting for an explanation. The fact that Heero normally exercised an economy with words was not going to cut it with an angry, braided, hungover Shinigami. He tapped one booted foot impatiently then stopped as it was making his headache worse. "Well?" he demanded. "Have you lost your tongue along with your mind, Yuy?"
Heero had the grace to look sheepish. After all, if anyone had attacked Wing in such a manner, well, let's just say there would be a nasty puddle on the ground.
Duo was staring. Glaring. Staring some more, mouth twitching. Since Heero seemed disinclined to explain himself Duo decided on a little retribution and went for the sledge hammer. Hefting it in thin, wiry but strong arms he stalked over to Wing.
This galvanized Heero into action. "Duo, no!" he cried as he chased after the braided boy. "Duo, matte! Iie!"
Duo was about to deal Wing a blow to the gundanium ankle when he was tackled by Heero. The hammer flew through the still air of the hangar, bounced off of Wing's solar plexus and suddenly there was the sound of breaking glass. Duo looked up from his prone position on the floor underneath Heero. "K'so!"
Heero was looking too, still sprawled over his partner's back. "Think he'll notice?"
Duo was trying, unsuccessfully, to stifle a giggle. Heero grunted. "Wufei will kill you."
Duo squirmed in an attempt to dislodge the perfect soldier. "Me? It wasn't my fault and you know it!"
They both eyed the shattered glass of Nataku's head with dread. The Chinese pilot would go ballistic when he saw it. Duo finally succeeded in throwing Heero off of his back. "Ne, Heero, what is your problem?"
Heero sat up and glared at him. "Nothing. I do not have a problem." Heero felt his frustration and anger creeping back. Duo gave him a skeptical look. "Well, if nothing is the matter why're you acting so pissed with me?"
"It doesn't matter," he replied sullenly. Now Duo was really confused. "Did I do something? Is this about last night? I swear the only reason I didn't invite you was because I know how uncomfortable certain social situations make you. Besides, GG is really my friend-you have nothing in common."
"Hn."
"I'm sorry I left you out. I didn't mean to offend you."
Heero closed his eyes for a moment. This was getting to him. It was not like him to be intimidated by anything, so, throwing caution to the wind he blurted, "how can you have sex with me when you are in love with someone else!"
"Nani??!!"
"I don't want to repeat myself. You have been using me." Heero sounded miserable. Duo saw the misery in his blue eyes. His expression softened. "What makes you think I'm in love with someone else, Heero?"
"That day in the church-I snuck in and overheard what you said to the priest. I only wanted to ascertain how much longer you'd be, but I heard the conversation and I thought it best to remain hidden."
Now things were beginning to make sense to Duo. He scooted over to Heero's side and sighed, "you're right Heero, I am in love."
Heero turned away. He had no idea anything could hurt so much. Duo continued. "Has anyone ever told you that it's a bad idea to eavesdrop? I mean, odds are you don't get all the information, right? Anyway, Heero, you obviously did not hear all that I had to say."
"Nani?"
"It's you, baka."
"What? What's me?"
"You are the one I'm in love with."
Heero turned back to him. "Is this a joke?"
"Oh no, Hee-koi, I would never joke about loving someone. I've lost everyone else I ever loved, y'know. Except for you."
Heero's lips quirked upwards in what passed for a smile. "You-you love me?"
Duo smiled back at him and it was like a new dawn breaking. "You and only you."
Duo was practically purring. Half his body was draped over Heero's. He could hear the perfect soldier's heartbeat, steady, strong and rhythmic. After the incident in the hangar they kissed and made up and soon found themselves naked and panting in Duo's bed. Their passion was too urgent; they brought each other to swift climax and afterward lay in each other's arms comforted and content.
Heero stirred and Duo kissed his chest. "I was so jealous when you went out last night."
More kisses were rained on his face and neck. "I'm sorry about that koi. I wasn't picking up on your confusion and angst. I guess I really am a baka."
"No you're not," Heero said, giving some kisses back. "I should have just told you how I felt. Talking about feelings does not come easily to me."
"I know. Well, it's all right now. Just remember in future to come to me if you are unsure about something, 'kay?"
"Hai."
Duo nuzzled him and tried to burrow closer.
"Duo?"
Duo smiled. He really loved the way that Heero said his name. "Yeah?"
"Um....."
"What Heero?"
"I want to know if.........uh....."
Duo lifted his head to look at him. "Don't be afraid. Heero. If you want to ask me something, just ask."
Heero's face broke out in a furious blush. But Duo said he could ask him things and he knew that Duo did not lie and he trusted Duo and..........He took a deep breath. Just spit it out, Yuy. "Do you-do you want to do it again, now?"
Duo's eyes widened and a wicked grin spread over his face. "Just for the record, you never have to ask me that. With you I'm always raring to go."
This time was different from the rest. They felt more connected, more........intimate. Definitely more tender.
Duo rolled them so that he lie atop Heero. He plied him with kisses over his face, neck and shoulders. When he scooted down to his chest he tickled caramel colored nipples with his tongue. Heero really liked that so he nibbled, bit and suckled. Duo was just getting started. He licked his way down Heero's torso, laving the other pilot's navel which apparently was ticklish, so he repeated the action just to hear Heero laugh. It was the best sound ever. When Duo swallowed Heero's cock whole, Heero bucked upwards and moaned long and loud and kept moaning until the first spurts hit the back of Duo's throat.
They snuggled briefly. Heero recovered quickly and proceeded to pay his Duo back in kind. My Duo-that sounds so right, he thought as his lips wrapped around the head of his arousal. His tongue swiped across the moist slit, eliciting a groan from the braided boy. "Ohhh Heero, Yeahhhhhh."
Heero raised himself up on Duo's body enjoying the full contact of their heated and sweaty skin. He wanted more. More of Duo's touch, his taste, everything. Between kisses he moaned, "I want to be inside you, Duo-please?"
Duo looked into his eyes, saw the smoldering passion there. He had told Heero that he loved him, but Heero had not returned the sentiment. That didn't mean it wasn't reciprocated. At least, Duo didn't think so. "Yes," he answered. He was rewarded for giving his consent by a wide smile. "Ne, Heero, you are so sexy when you smile."
Heero tickled his ribs. "Only for you, Koi."
Duo gasped both from the tickly sensation and from the endearment. Now Heero was touching him all over, trying to figure out how to proceed. Duo was no novice when it came to pleasure, but he had never taken that final step. He never thought he would, but then again, he never counted on melting his Perfect Soldier's icy exterior. He took Heero's hand and guided it to his entrance. "You have to stretch me, Heero, to get me ready for you." A long finger stabbed at him. "Ouch!" Heero withdrew with a look of horror on his face. Duo smiled and leaned up, placing a kiss on his jaw. "It's all right. Just not so rough. Hmm, maybe we should use some lube."
Heero's brow furrowed. "You have some?"
"No. Wait," Duo was thoughtful. "I think there's some baby oil in the bathroom. Hold on a sec." He slid out from under the anxious pilot, hurrying to their bathroom. He came back, small bottle in hand, grinning triumphantly. "This will do nicely," he said climbing back into the bed. "Now, where were we?" Duo planted little kisses all over Heero's neck and chest. Heero rolled them over so he could feel Duo's warm body beneath him once again. "Mmmm, Heero," Duo sighed as Heero nibbled a sensitive patch of skin below his ear.
They continued nipping, kissing and caressing until the fire built up between them again. This time Duo guided Heero's slickened fingers into him. Heero thrust two fingers slowly, watching Duo's face for signs of discomfort. The trouble was discomfort and pleasure sometimes looked a lot alike. But Duo was making all sorts of noises as Heero slowly stretched him, noises he had recently learned were happy noises, so he proceeded. He had a rhythm going with three fingers and Duo was wriggling in encouragement, when he shoved a little deeper, eliciting a hoarse cry from his partner's lips. "Oh, AH! Heero,OH!"
Heero looked up nervously. "You okay-did I do something wrong?"
"N-uuh, do it again, baby, please!"
Heero tried. He felt around as Duo squirmed. His fingers brushed against a spongy nodule and Duo nearly leaped from the bed. "OH MY GOD!"
Heero knew what was happening, he had found Duo's sweet spot, the prostate. He rubbed a few more times, enjoying Duo's cries of pleasure until the braided pilot began begging for more. "I need you, ohhhhhhh, Heero, please."
Heero grunted in response. As much as he was enjoying driving Duo crazy with sensation, his own need was becoming painfully urgent. He worked himself up to his knees and positioned Duo's legs, knees arranged over his sweaty shoulders. He paused and bit his lips as he began a tentative penetration. It was a first for them both and he did not want to cause Duo unnecessary discomfort. He pushed. Duo groaned. He waited a heartbeat or two and pushed in a bit more. It was tight and he was getting discouraged when after a long exhalation Duo visibly relaxed and he slid in all the way. The heat, the tightness; it all threatened Heero's control, despite the fact that Duo had made him climax earlier that evening. He stopped and took a deep breath. Damn, he had never felt anything better! Duo tried to rock his pelvis under Heero's strong grip. He's ready, thank god!
After a few awkward thrusts and grinding hips, they settled into a steady cadence, pleasure and pressure escalating. Heero repositioned himself and tilted Duo more and when he thrust in again he hit the prostate head on making Duo shout. Heero moaned, repeating the action because he wanted it to be as good for Duo as it was for him. Soon they were both shouting and moaning and sobbing. Desperate for release Heero grabbed Duo's penis and stroked him erratically. It did the trick as Duo erupted over their overheated, over sensitized skin. Heero jammed himself in hard one last time before he succumbed with a long, loud, nearly pornographic moan. Then all was still as the two young men folded in to each other.
Eventually their breathing rate slowed and stabilized. Heero gently pulled away rolling onto his side and pulled Duo close. "Heero, that was incredible-I don't have the words to describe it."
He kissed him. "Hn. That's a first-you speechless."
Duo chuckled. "Wow, Hee-koi, making jokes now, too."
Heero nuzzled his shoulder. "Duo. Thank you. Sugoi."
"Aw, koi. I love you."
Heero rose up on his elbow and looked into Duo's face. "Me too, baby. Aishiteru, zutto."
Duo's smile had enough wattage to light up space in that moment. Skipping the much needed shower they let their guard down and accepted Morpheus' embrace.
The next morning included more nuzzling, hugging, kissing, sex, showering and seemingly permanent goofy grins plastered to their faces. In the afternoon they sat together on the porch steps quietly enjoying the day and their new found closeness. "They're coming back today," Duo said wistfully. Heero stroked the arm nearest him. "Hn."
"Aw, Heero, man you're not going to go back to grunting out everything, are ya?"
"No. Not everything. I need some time to........assimilate."
"I guess I can understand that. After all, you've had a long time to train and become the Perfect Soldier. How long you think it'll take for you to be the Perfect Boyfriend?"
Heero's eyebrow raised at this. "Hn. I'm not-perfect?"
Duo laughed. "You are for me."