Just a short bit to round out the story. As always, thank you to everyone who read and especially those who left such lovely comments. That's the end of this one, but soon I'll start posting a new GW fic. Preview: Duo and Heero are chained together until their get over their bad attitudes to one another. Smut to follow^^.

Epilogue: Remembering

An hour later, Heero awoke again, reenergized after his post-coital nap. It was still fairly early in the evening and as he hadn't done anything strenuous that day (other, of course, than "do the nasty" with his husband and gun down a few game zombies), he didn't require much sleep to recharge. Normally, if they had gone to bed this early, both boys would have rested for a bit before going again and Heero was used to that routine even if Duo was not.

He yawned a little and stirred, not surprised to find himself still in the same arrangement he had fallen asleep in. His muscles ached a bit from staying so long in the same position, so he slowly shifted his hips a little and pulled out of Duo so that he could lie down beside his lover instead of on top of him. He was hoping not to wake Duo yet, but he didn't really expect the other boy to sleep through his movements.

Duo felt it when Heero pulled out and he opened his eyes, immediately looking over at his bed partner. He grinned, still looking thoroughly debauched and proud of it. "Morning, handsome," he drawled, voice dark with sleep.

Heero smirked. "Hardly—it being morning, I mean. It's only been an hour."

Duo yawned and stretched. "You and your internal clock, love. That mean you're ready to go again? We may as well get in as much as we can this week before Une comes to drag our asses back to work."

Heero, in the middle of yawning again (it was contagious), nearly choked and looked over at Duo in wide-eyed surprise. "What, Duo? Are you still asleep?" he asked. The only times Duo had reverted back to his normal self were when he was sleep-talking, but he had seemed pretty awake to Heero a moment ago.

Duo raised a confused eyebrow. "Uh, does it look like I'm still asleep? I can show you one part of me that's already wide awake..." He said the last part with a sultry grin and after he stripped off the shirt he was still wearing, he rolled over to press himself against Heero, proving just how bright-eyed and bushy-tailed a certain part of his anatomy was. Heero let out a little sound of arousal at the feeling of Duo's warm body over him, but then he tried to sit up on his elbows to look at Duo properly.

"Duo? Are you ok? What happened? You didn't hit your head again, did you?" This couldn't be real, could it? Heero wondered. Duo was acting as if the past week had never happened and he had mentioned Commander Une, something he wasn't supposed to know about unless…unless he'd gotten his memory back. Was that even possible?

The braided boy frowned and sat up, still straddling his lover's hips. "What do you mean, 'did I hit my head'? What are you talking…about..?" He trailed off, getting a distant look in his violet eyes. Heero watched as Duo froze above him, sitting perfectly still as he started to remember what had happened after his injury.

"Oh my god…You mean—did that really happen? I thought it was a dream…" Duo said softly, still looking away from his lover. Suddenly, he blinked and brought his hand down to smack Heero loudly on the arm.

"You ass!" he said in outrage, "How could you not tell me it was our anniversary? That's only the second most important day of our lives!"

Heero, after he took a moment to get over the shock of Duo's rapid-fire change of emotions, couldn't help but grin. Somehow, he had gotten Duo back. The other boy seemed to remember all his past life, including the time he had spent without a memory of the last two years. At the moment, Heero was too happy to question how it had happened—he was just thrilled that Duo remembered.

"In that case, there's one more important thing that I didn't tell you," he said solemnly, reaching up to cup Duo's cheek in the palm of his hand.

Duo's stomach clenched in fear at Heero's serious tone. What else had his lover tried to shield him from when he had had no memory? He flinched in surprise when Heero sat up to kiss him quickly.

"I didn't tell you how beautiful you looked tonight. The make-up was a nice touch."

Duo chuckled and kissed him back, following him back down to lie on the bed. "Mmm-hmm, nice try, Yuy. Thanks for the compliment, but it's going to take more than that to make me forgive you. And I seem to remember you molesting me in the hospital when I was too weak to stop you…so you owe me payback for that too." He kissed Heero again and rubbed himself against the other boy, teasing him.

Heero grunted and in one swift motion, flipped them over so he was pressing Duo into the mattress. "Well, I seem to remember telling you to not go crawling around on the roof, so I think that makes us even." Duo tried to protest, but Heero stopped him with a finger to his lips. "That, and I still haven't given you your anniversary gift. If nothing else, that should make up for everything."

His husband perked right back up and wriggled beneath him happily. "Ooh, presents! What'd you get me? I think I hid yours in the attic crawlspace."

Heero, as curious as he was about what was waiting for him in the attic, wasn't about let Duo go that easily. He reached down to grope the other boy, rolling his soft balls in his hand. "Don't run off just yet, lover. We still have some missed time to make up for." Duo whimpered at Heero's touch and let himself relax back against the pillows.

"Well, if you insist," he said, and opened his legs for Heero so he could have more room to work. Heero laughed at the other boy's easy acquiescence and squeezed him again.

"If you're sure…We could always just stop and open—"

"Heero!" Duo growled, "You stop now and I'll leave your present up there till next Christmas!" He thrust himself up into Heero's hand demandingly. Heero, however, pulled away, to which Duo groaned in annoyance.

"I'll continue on one condition: unbraid your hair. I was afraid to ask you to when you didn't remember."

Duo cringed a little at the memory. "Yeah, I probably would have bitten your hand off. Although, maybe not—I did let you brush it out after I got paint in it." He shrugged off the memory, not wanting to dwell on it. Instead, he scooted up a little on the bed and reached back to slide the elastic off the end of his braid before finger-combing it apart so it flowed out around his shoulders. He lay back and Heero immediately bent to bury his face in the long strands of chestnut, breathing in Duo's scent.

"God, I love your hair," he said roughly. Duo smiled and ran his hands up the back of Heero's shirt (which was a little stiff by now after their first round). He pulled it off over Heero's head and the other boy got up briefly to shed his "pre-sex" jeans before joining Duo once more on the bed.

They made love again, the experience all the more powerful as they were reminded of what they had almost lost. Heero switched places with Duo this time, allowing the other boy to be on top. He sat up, back against the headboard with Duo in his lap. Duo raised himself up on his knees, hands braced behind him on Heero's thighs, before quickly lowering himself down onto his lover's hard cock. He immediately began bouncing up and down on it, impaling himself almost brutally as though he wanted to brand the feeling and the moment into his memory so he would never run the risk of forgetting again. Heero met his downward thrusts with his own upward motions, snapping his hips up to bury himself in his husband again and again. He put his arms around Duo, hugging him close as he began to come again and Duo scratched up his back, howling with pleasure as he did as well.

Spent, they fell back sideways on the bed, each breathing deeply from the exertion.

"You know," Duo gasped as he reached up to push his hair back from his face, "I think I've figured out the cure to memory loss."

"Huh mmn?" Heero mumbled, eyes closed as he rested.

"Mind-blowing sex," Duo said matter-of-factly. "It acts just like a kick to the head, and hitting my head was what caused me to forget in the first place. You just had to wipe my mind completely blank for a moment again so I could start over where I left off."

Heero rolled his eyes. "So you're saying sex with me is like a kick to the head?"

Duo tried to actually kick his lover but only managed to drape one limp leg over his. "I'm saying that only sex with you is enough to wipe everything else from my mind. Nothing else that I saw or did could completely fill my head with one solid memory. Only you could, Heero."

Heero, too tired to move far, took Duo's hand from where it lay over his chest and brought it up to kiss the palm. "How can I argue with that?" Then he licked it playfully. "Now you just have to explain that theory to your doctor when you go in for your check-up on Monday."

"Not him again!" Duo protested. Then his mind moved to other things. "So, as soon as I get some feeling back in my legs, it's present time, right?"

Heero sighed: it was good to have his husband back.

~Fin~