Heero
stalked into the room he and Duo were sharing, careful not to slam the door in
his ire. He was mildly disappointed to see that the braided pilot was already
asleep. Arms and legs strewn every which way on the pale bed sheets. For a
moment he was entranced, mesmerized by the raw beauty the Duo seemed to exude.
His Prussian eyes roamed over his companion's body, greedily drinking in every
curve and hollow.
Heero
shook himself back to the present, mentally berating himself for being so
easily distracted.
/Why
is he on my mind my much?/ he asked himself as he readied for bed.
His
mind drew a complete blank, though his heart offered an explanation which the
'perfect soldier' promptly ignored. The braided pilot was becoming more and
more of a distraction to the stoic pilot of Wing. A fact that made Heero more
than uneasy, it downright frightened him. In war a soldier could not afford to
be distracted. Distractions led to failure. And failure could mean death, for himself or any of his fellow
pilots.
A
shiver coursed through his body as an image of Duo covered in blood entered his
mind.
"No!"
he growled out loud.
There
was a shifting of sheets from Duo's bed as the violet eyed boy sat up suddenly,
"Heero?"
"Hn."
"Are
you okay?"
"I'm
fine baka." he answered coldly. "Go back to sleep."
A
sigh, " Sure, Heero. Goodnight"
Heero remained tense, listening as Duo's breathing
deepened. Only when he was satisfied the boy was again asleep did he himself
crawl under the welcoming covers of his own bed. Morning was fast approaching,
and he would certainly need the full use of all his faculties to survive the
day in Duo's company.
* * * *
Duo
kept his breathing steady, hoping Heero would believe him asleep and go to bed.
At last Heero seemed satisfied that he was indeed asleep and went to bed. Duo
waited a good length of time before rolling over to gaze on his sleeping
companion.
Duo
had been attracted to the silent boy since he first laid eyes on him. He tried
to tell himself that it was an infatuation, a passing interest, but the
feelings he felt for said boy only intensified. He longed to feel those strong
hands on his body, steel and satin against his skin. Yearned to taste those
pouting lips. But more importantly, Duo dreamt of one day breaking the walls around
the beautiful boy's heart.
/Yeah,
right. Talk about a snowball's chance in hell/ he scoffed.
The
idea that the mission oriented youth would ever open up to him was sheer
idiocy. Heero viewed him as a pest and nothing more. He knew that by the way
Heero treated him. But the hopeless romantic within him, the part of his heart
that knew he could not live without hope, held on to the thought of one day
succeeding.
Violet
eyes shifted from Heero's sleep slacked features to the digital clock, nearly
3am. He really needed to get to sleep if he was to make it to detention on
time. Exhaling loudly he snuggled into the warmth of this blankets and drifted
back to sleep. His dreams were full of Prussian eyes and shooting stars.
