Gundams With Wings

Part Two
By Lady AngelFiren

PART TWO

"Speech"
/thoughts/
{telepathy}

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Heero abruptly sat up in bed, panting. Beneath the grey spandex between his legs, his arousal made itself clear.
"Heero! Are you in there? Open up! I'm coming in,"
Duo burst into the room just as Heero pulled a blanket over himself to cover certain…things. The Deathscythe pilot's hair was wrapped in a towel balanced awkwardly on his head. In one hand he carried an old hairbrush, with the other he balanced the lopsided mass. He took three steps before abruptly halting and sweeping the dorm with curious eyes.
"What the hell happened? Holy shit man, did you do all of this? And you, you're hurt a lot!" he looked shamefully at Heero's cheek. The swelling hadn't gotten any better, in fact, one eye was now completely swollen shut. The other surveyed Duo coldly.
"What do you want?" he spat weakly, trying to ignore Duo's proximity and the stray droplets of water that slid over his bare chest, rippling along the tight curves of muscle and soft skin.
"Look, Heero man, I just came to apologize to you. I'm sorry for lashing out irrationally, and for hitting you. I really am." Heero could tell that it was the truth. The ever-present joker's mask was gone, and Duo had kept a steady disposition during his apology. He continued, using a tone of voice that Heero'd never heard before,
"Would you let me change some of those bandages? They're bleeding through, you probably need some stitches."
Duo peered into the bathroom, eyeing the walls and the grounded door with a flickering grin.
"Oh, and I was gonna use your mirror 'cause its bigger than mine, but I don't think I can anymore," the flickering grin became an insane smile, and Duo regarded Heero with shining eyes, "Well I'm really glad you took that out on the dorm and not me, but seriously, without a mirror, I need someone else to help me with my hair. And since I'm going to help you, you can help me."
"No." came the nasal reply.
"What?"
"I said no."
"Why not! I'm helping you," Duo whined
Heero held up his bandaged hands, "Look," he commanded, there was blood seeping through the thick wads of cloth, bound tightly around the Japanese boy's hands.
/How did he do the second one?/ Duo thought, "I see," he said. "Heero! Why did you do this? You're gonna get kicked out of the dorm, or you'll have to share one with someone else, which would never work. And you've hurt yourself! But you probably don't care, do you?"
"Hn."
"What's that supposed to mean? Here, let me help you."
Duo made his way to the bed, setting the hairbrush on the desk, and taking several items from the first aid kit on top of it.
"Now sit," he commanded softly.
Beginning with is bleeding knuckles, Duo carefully unwrapped all of Heero's bandages, washed the wounds thoroughly, and replaced them with the utmost in gentle care. When he reached a particularly large, deep gash in Heero's leg, he paused, stiffening.
"Heero, you need stitches for this one, do you want me to take you to the nurse?"
"No, you can do it. There's some thread and a needle in the other kit. Its up in the closet," he replied calmly.
"EWWW! You want me to give you stitches? Well that's disgusting, but OK, only 'cause its my fault you're hurt."
"Hn." Heero grunted, closing his eyes. Duo got up, washed his hands, and retrieved the items from the closet.
As he bent down onto the bed, the towel in which he'd wrapped his hair came undone, and the unbound mass cascaded outward, draping both boys in honey-streaked chestnut locks. Despite being uncombed, it was soft and smooth and Heero's good eye shot open, revealing a moment of unmasked surprise, before it was buried under the grim façade once again.
"Baka," he scolded, "Duo-"
"Gomen nasai, Heero," the one in question babbled, "I, well, you know, I haven't had a chance to braid it yet and there's so much. The towel slipped, I'm sorry." Duo nervously pulled up off of his friend, as the weight of the wet mass had pulled him forward, onto the other boy. He quickly snatched the towel from where it had fallen and whipped his hair forward to bind it securely with the sopping cloth.
"You're dripping," Heero commented, "Go and get a dry towel from under the bathroom sink." He gestured towards the room with one arm, his good eye locked on the struggling Duo.
/Beautiful,/ he thought silently, but the word slipped to his lips and fell over them, drifting quietly from his unacknowledging form, barely brushing the long-haired one's ears.
"Beautiful…"
"What was that?" Duo inquired.
"What?" Heero looked up, seemingly awakened from his thoughts.
"What did you say…"
"Nothing." The Japanese boy's tone indicated that the subject was not open for discussion. "Hurry up, you're dripping, and I'm bleeding."
"Yeah, I guess you wouldn't want to hurt your dorm or anything," Duo cracked a maniac grin as he stepped dramatically over the bathroom door, and noisily crunched the pieces of mirror into the floor with his shoes. "We had better get this cleaned up man," He pulled a fresh, white towel from under the sink and raised his eyebrows, "I'll help you, but I have to stitch your leg up first, and I have to brush my hair." He stated this firmly, but then added, in a more docile tone, "OK?"
"Fine," Heero said dryly.

Locks freshly wrapped, Duo plopped down on the bed, taking the thread and grasping the needle in his teeth. He severed a length of thread, carefully knotted one end, and slipped the other through the eye of the needle.
"Now…" he began slowly, " I've only done this once, and that person was unconscious. "He looked almost emphatic, as he played his gaze over Heero's leg. "Do you have something I could freeze it with?"
"No, I don't need anything, just hurry up," Heero was growing impatient. How long was the baka gonna take for some stitches?
"Well, you are the guy who sets his own broken bones…"
Duo closed his eyes, his lips pressing into a thin, crooked little tease. He looked back up to Heero, blinked, and set to work
"Tell me if it hurts too much ok?"
"It won't," the other confirmed.

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About ten minutes passed in silence, Duo concentrated completely on what he was doing, and Heero was withdrawn, lost amongst his thoughts.
/What did I say?/ he wondered, /How could I let that slip from my lips? And why is Duo being so nice?/
/Duo's nice to everyone,/ a little voice said to him, /That's just how he is./
/Well I want to do something nice for him!/ Heero concluded, but his train of tought was interrupted once again by the ither voice.
/Don't. I'ts weak, and you are supposed to be the perfect soldier, You cannot get attached./
/…/
Heero was thinking back to his dream earlier, suddenly seeing Duo with the massive black wings, hugging him tenderly, bringing so much comfort, and so much warmth to him. Ultimately, it was weak and he knew it, but it was the closest thing to happines that he'd felt for so long…
"Heero!" Duo's voice sliced cleanly into his thoughts, sounding annoyed.
"What? Huh?" he dragged himself back to reality. Opening his good eye, he searched Duo's gaze and found the violet pools to be smiling back at him with satisfaction.
"Welcome back," He grinned and chuckled benignly, "Ive been trying to get your attention for awhile, musta been a good daydream…"
"Whatever," Heero looked away, down to his leg. It didn't even hurt, not really.
Duo's soft hands, on him…
So gentle.
Maybe, maybe he… cared? Even a little?
No, they were friends, but mostly just fellow pilots, comrades in arms.
And the little voice was right. Duo was nice to everyone… right?
Still, Heero wanted to do something for Duo, even if it meant being a little weak. The boy was always so open, and he would tug at Heero to share himself. That gave Heero an idea…
"Well I'm gonna go to the janitor's closet and get some cleaning stuff," Duo announced, "We need a bucket and a broom for the glass, and later, I'll go and see if there's some stuff to fix the walls. Lets see, what else-"
"Duo." Heero cut him off abruptly, rising to his feet.
"Wait a sec." He went over to the desk, hooking his foot on the fallen door and almost tripping, pulled Duo's hairbrush from it and turned to face his grinning friend.
"Oh, yeah I guess I'd better go back to my room and, uhh, fix the hair."
Heero gathered his courage and firmly held the brush as Duo reached for it.
"No, baka, I'm going to do it."
He hefted a little sigh of relief as the Deathscythe pilot withdrew his hand, looking slowly up at the Japanese boy. One eyebrow arched up in question.
"Really? Why?"
"Be-Because I want to, Duo. Can I?" Heero's heart was fluttering, knocking repeatedly against his ribcage.
/I'm just brushing his hair,/ he scolded himself, /Why am I so excited?/
Heero gestured to the bed. "Sit," he commanded softly.
"Ok!" Duo bounced over to the bed, seemingly exploding with energy, probably because he had so much suddenly, that it needed a place to go. Heero sat behind him and raised the brush. Then he came to a roadblock.
"How do I do this?" he realized that he had absolutely no idea how to brush long hair, or even where to start. He looked at the soft waves, rippling with little tints of gold and red, trying to think of a logical approach. But he was afraid of hurting Duo or his beautiful hair, and so remained motionless as the American's hands reached back, taking the brush from Heero's. The Japanese boy watched as Duo skillfully sorted through his hair. His heart sank. He had wanted to brush the other boy's hair for him! Its not like it was a really complicated task, he could have figured it out, but he had picked today to get all soft and caring. Stupid! Now he'd probably never get a chance to do anything like this for Duo, and he so deserved it!
Heero audibly sighed, and was startled when the hairbrush was replaced in his eager grip. "Ok, now you can try it, go ahead," Duo said lightly.
Heart jumping joyfully once again, Heero brushed the mass with the utmost care, starting at the bottom and working his way upwards, from left to right. He paused at every little tug of the brush to work tangles out with his hands, tenderly running his fingers through the soft strands to separate them.
The two sat for a full hour, Duo unconsciously releasing pleasured little cries, the feeling of Heero's hands actually being 'tender' and 'gentle' was more than he'd ever imagined. It was ecstasy. Heero finished brushing after about twenty-five minutes, and satisfied his hands for so much longer, running them through the hair, taking in the unique scent that was Duo, a mixture of chocolate and strawberries, it seemed. Heero felt all of his tensions leave him. He was even happy that Duo had punched him! Finally, he glanced at the clock by his bed. They had been there for an hour!
Shaking himself back to reality, Heero began to separate Duo's hair into three parts. At least he knew how to braid, so he wouldn't have to disturb the comfortable air in the room with a faltering question. Within minutes, the billowy strands were bound by one another and fastened by a black elastic band from Duo's brush. Heero ran his hand all the way along the plait's length, bringing it to his face. It still smelled sweetly of strawberries and chocolate, and he pressed it lightly to his lips, feeling silken strands on his eyelashes and cheeks.
So soft, Duo…
Pulling his face away from the braid, Heero found that Duo had turned all the way around and was watching him, a peculiar expression on his face. His eyes were bright and happy, but his brow furrowed, wondering. His lips were slack, slightly parted in awe.
"He- Heero, you…"
"Gomen, Duo, I have to go," the other quickly interrupted. He dropped the braid, left the brush on the bed with a stunned Duo, and abruptly ran from the room, not even bothering to shut the door.

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Heero fled, leaving Duo, jaw dropped, sitting on the bed.
/What was that?/ he silently pondered, /Must be stress, he can be so erratic! I think he's about ready to snap. Now we can't have that, he's supposed to be my best friend! I'm not sure he knows that, but no matter, at least he acted like a person today./
/Heero acted human…/
/Because of me./
Duo came to this realization and smiled cheekily to nobody. He rose and shut the door, turning to the battered dorm.
/This is becoming an interesting day, wow, can he ever make a mess!/
/I guess I'd better clean it up for him, after all, its mostly my fault. I have to say, this is the best stupid thing I've ever done./
Duo retrieved some things to clean up the room from the janitor's closet. He wasn't exactly allowed to borrow them, but they'd be returned, no harm done. Before beginning with the bathroom, Duo stripped the bloody sheets from Heero's bed taking them to the laundry room and getting a load started. /I hope he doesn't mind me doing this,/ he thought, but did it anyway.
Returning to the dorm, Duo searched for a CD player, stereo, radio, anything to have some music, and found nothing.
"Geez, he doesn't listen to music?" he said aloud, his voice dissolving into the walls for lack of an audience.
"Well I can't work without music, so…" He ducked across the hall into his room grabbing his stereo, "…I'll use my stereo!" He flipped to a techno station- a really bad one- and unconsciously began to sing along to songs he'd heard a thousand times, but liked anyway. Duo set to work, singing loudly as he scooped shards of glass and dusty plaster into a bucket with a broom and dustpan. He mopped the floor, and repaired the door. He decided to leave the walls, as there ware no available supplies to fix them.
Duo shut off the music, closed the door, and silently padded back to his dorm. He hadn't noticed before, but saw now that it was early evening, the sun's final rays dying against the sky, like the last heat off an open fire. It was beautiful, the coming darkness. Duo admired it happily as he lay easily on his bed, allowing the fresh evening too seep inwards and fill him with cool satisfaction, washing all lingering stresses away from the day. It seemed far away now, and basking comfortably in the airy blue-black, Duo fell into a deep, easy sleep.

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Heero returned shortly after his co-pilot had finished. He found that Duo had repaired the door, cleaned up all traces of glass, and had…stolen his sheets??
/I'l get them later,/ he thought, /I wonder what he did that for? Well I should be glad he cleaned up after me, he really didn't have to./
/After what I did./
Heero brought his thoughts together, assessing the day, focusing on the majorly weak things he'd done. Firstly he'd allowed himself to think erotically about the naked angel he'd accidentally encountered on the bed. Secondly, he'd been taken in his slumber by that angel, who had so realistically gripped him with gentle, tender blackness. He'd even gone so far as to give in to his temptations when brushing the angel's hair, and finally he'd run in embarrassment and cowardice from the angel who'd touched him so deeply.
"Duo no tenchi (Duo, my angel)," he breathed quietly. "Yeah, I wish," he said louder, allowing his disappointment to be heard only now, alone with the ever-attentive walls.
"Duo, what are you doing to me?" he wondered aloud. "There are so many things I wish I could tell you. They make me weak, but somehow I would rather be weak for you than be strong for the Earth and the Colonies combined. Only for you, tenchi. Duo, I wish I could tell you what I feel, I wish."

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~~Duo's Dream~~

Duo found himself plunged again into the dream. It was so real, and always continued on like a second life, paralleling or mirroring his own. Now, after having been carried off in Wing's mighty grasp, emerging into the forest, and bearing his wings, Duo turned calmly to Heero extending arms and wings alike in an open gesture.
"Hug? I won't hurt you, I promise." He felt the other pilot in his arms, pulled tightly to him. It wasn't sexual, more like brothers or friends sharing an embrace, warm, comforting, and filled with trust. Duo grew serious, a thousand things racing through his mind.
"Now listen to me Heero, I have something very important to tell you. Actually, I'm going to show you. Is that Ok?"
Heero regarded the black winged boy for a moment, began to nod, but stopped himself. "What are you going to do?" he queried. His tone was calm, but it betrayed nervousness as well as… fear? Well maybe it was just caution… Duo wasn't sure. He put a reassuring hand on Heero's shoulder and began.
"Heero, I am going to help you to find yourself. You are more… More than the perfect soldier, more to me, more inside. I will help you to release what is inside. To be young, to laugh, and to cry. To be human. I can help you to achieve that, but you have to want it. You also have to help me in something similar, but you can only help others once you take care of yourself. Will you let me in? will you tell me here and now that you want this? It means being weaker outside, for awhile. You will have to learn trust and to place it in others. You will have to give up some of the emotionless façade and replace it with a human heart. Believe me, this is all very much worth it. Do not shut me out, because you can never forget this if you deny it. Do you accept?"
"Hai," Heero replied very softly, closing his eyes.
"Ok then, now it starts, Heero. Together, we release who you are. You have no reason to be afraid."
Taking a few steps into the rushing, babbling little stream, Duo scooped up some of the chilly water and cleansed his face, hands, and feet. He bid that Heero do the same.
So, removing his flight suit, gloves and boots, the Wing pilot followed Duo's actions. Walking hand in hand from the water, Duo with one wing draped lightly over Heero's shoulders, they turned and faced one another.
"Alright, doing great Heero."
Duo took the Japanese pilot gently, enfolding him once more with his wings and arms, this time pressing his lips softly to the other boy's in a short kiss.
Releasing Heero entirely, the American fluttered backwards, suddenly very tired, but also sated, as if they'd engaged in something much more physical than a closed-mouth kiss. But it was all that was needed to begin the sequence that Heero was about to experience.
As if in reply to Duo's reflections, Heero abruptly fell forward into the velvety grass, on hands and knees, moaning. After some time he sank down, flat on his face on the Earth, shuddering.

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~~Reality~~

Heero made his way stiffly across the hall, hefting Duo's stereo with him. He knocked on the door and stated, " Duo, its me, open the door," stoically. When there was no reply, he opened it (it was unlocked, of coarse. For story purposes…) and stepped into Duo's room. The only light filtered in from the waxing moon, illuminating the sleeping figure on the bed. Duo lay, on his back, with his arms behind his head, legs loosely crossed, a small smile on his lips. The window was wide open, and Heero could hear crickets and other night creatures, as well as the soft rumble of cars in the city a few kilometers away. Heero let his eyes adjust, and made his way to the dresser, moving to set the stereo on top. He was unfamiliar with the setting, and misjudged the distance to the top of the dresser. The stereo banged loudly on its surface.
"K'so," Heero whispered a curse. He had not wanted to confront the sleeping tenchi.
"Doin' great Heero…" Duo muttered softly at the sound. Heero looked over at the boy, hearing the words, mumbled tenderly and without Duo's general sarcasm. He navigated soundlessly through the minefield of junk on the floor, and stood over his friend.
Carefully he perched on the bed settling his weight with the utmost attention. He could feel Duo's warmth, and he reached a hand forward to brush the bangs from his sleeping eyes. He bent down, taking in Duo's smell, wanting so badly to press their lips together, but refusing to give in to his screaming impulses.
He gasped as he felt the other boy's arms wrap tightly around him, pulling him downwards.
/Omigod,/ he thought, /If he wakes up…/
That was a dangerous possibility. Heero consciously fought the urge to pull away, and the even stronger one to get closer. He felt Duo's lips press lingeringly against him, only for a moment, and then the arms dropped back into sleep.
Heero abruptly sat up, without realizing that this would rock the bed. Duo stirred, and slowly opened his eyes.

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Duo was taken from his dream and slammed back into reality. He cracked his eyes, staring into blinding moonlight.
"Oi, I musta fell asleep," he mused aloud, "Wow, I have some pretty nice dreams…That one was weird though."
"Hah! Shinigami lives, and gets to kiss Heero!"
Duo got up from the bed, not bothering with the lamp. He preferred the dark anyhow. Making his way to the window, he pulled a tattered black book and a black pen from his desk and vaulted, lighting easily on the moonlit windowsill. The violet-eyed boy opened the book to a fresh page.
"Ok, now what did I want to write? Oh, my dream, right after the others. This is getting so weird."
Duo fell into soft mumbles, piecing together what he remembered of his sleeptime.
"Hm, Heero saves me… Then I, um, Oh! Then I get those awesome wings and do the hug thing."
*Pen scribbling, soft breathing*
"And then I tell him about being freed, freeing me and all that other stuff… and then /best part,/ we kiss!"
Duo stopped writing, closed his book, and allowed it to slide from his hands to the carpet beneath the window. He relaxed, stretched, and closed his eyes.
"Heero…" he sighed, "What are you doing to me?"
"Well, I gotta get my mind offa this, I guess I'll go get a coffee in the lobby, 'cause the caf is closed."
Taking is hat and some change, he exited the room, locking the door.

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A few moments later, a stunned Heero crawled out from under the bed wiping sticky 'something's' off of his hands rather unsuccessfully.
/Baka, he should clean under his bed,/ Heero thought.
/What was that all about? And the book, it must be his diary. I guess it'd be wrong to read it…/
Heero tripped over some clothes, stubbed his toe on a toolbox, and fell ungracefully towards the window. He turned, pressing his back against the wall and brought a hand up, gingerly brushing his injured cheek.
/I know why he did this now,/ he concluded, even as the other hand grazed the black book. /Should I read it?/
Abruptly drawing his hand back as if burned, Heero got to his feet and left Duo's dorm, turning to lock the door as he went.
/Wait, I don't have the key. Oh well, if he asks, I'll tell him that I came to return his stereo and get my sheets. Where are they anyway?/
Pulling a torn paper and a pen from spandex space, Heero scribbled a note to his friend.

Duo, where are my sheets?
Come to my room, I'll be waiting
for you.
We need to talk. Heero.

Popping the pen miraculously back into the spandex space, Heero went to his room to wait for Duo. He wondered what he would say, or why he was doing this at all.

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Duo returned late, having taken a long evening stroll in the comforting darkness, sipping a latté and playing with the shadows. He would duck out of the moonlight, staying under the trees, off of the sidewalk, and the step fleetingly back into it, only to leave again. Tiring of his game, he found himself treading lightly back to his dorm.
He read the note pinned to the back of his door with a thumbtack (Thanks again to Spandex Boy,) which left a neat little hole and a curved dent in the soft wood.
/Figures Heero wouldn't go for subtle, Mr. use a nuclear device to kill ants Yuy, yeah, he's really careful./
Duo pasted a cheeky grin on his face and knocked loudly on Heero's dorm. When it opened, the Shinigami pilot bound in, braid swishing.
"I got your note!" He smiled vigorously, pinning it to the back of the door. "There you go, your sheets are in the laundry room, they were all bloody and gross. I forgot about them, I was tired. But now I'm great!" Duo spoke his words quickly and loudly, demanding attention. Evening walks always gave him energy.
As Heero contemplated how to begin to speak to the other boy, more chatter flowed from him.
"Yeah, so what did you want?" he posed finally, when Heero had been staring at him for a few minutes.
"Ok," Heero started, " lets go get a latté, we have to talk."
Duo raised his eyebrows, heart pounding erratically I his chest. He felt tingly all over.
/Heero wants to talk!/ he thought, becoming more excited.
/Well this'll never happen again! I just had a latté, but I'll have another, I am not giving up this chance!/
"Sure let's go!" Duo chirped brightly, grabbing Heero's jacket and holding it out for him.
"Come on!" he was aching to get out, practically squirming with glee.
"Hn," Heero glared, but pushed into his garment obligingly.
/This is going to be harder than I thought…/

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Fifteen minutes later found the pair walking down the sidewalk licking ice cream. Heero had changed his mind about the lattés, adding to Duo's excitement.
/He must be really nervous about something,/ Duo thought, /to actually change his mind and everything!/
Silence passed. Duo spent his time thinking of as many wonderful possibilities as he could, but also wondering if the other boy wasn't planning to kill him or something. Heero was trying to force words out, and finally he growled in frustration.
"Heero, what is it you wanted to tell me?" Duo inquired softly, trying his very hardest not to sound happy or excited. It took the other pilot several minutes to respond. In that time, they came to a little fork in the paths and Heero led Duo into the woods on the left of the fork. They came to a clearing by a lake, lighting on an overhanging rock.
"Duo, I…" Heero trailed.
The violet-eyed pilot surveyed him with an anxious gaze.
"Duo, I went into you room earlier to return you stereo, you were sleeping, so I set it on your dresser instead of waking you.' Heero paused closing his eyes and turning away from is friend. He replayed the scene in his mind; bending over the other boy, Duo's warmth, and his arms wrapping around him…
"I banged it on the dresser, and you mumbled something about me. I thought you were making a dumb joke or something, so I went over to you."
He knew he was bending the truth a little, but he was too embarrassed to tell the whole thing the way it had happened.
" I saw you were sleeping, heard you- heard you breathing, so I sat on the bed beside you. Then you pulled me onto you, and you kissed me."
"WHAT??" Duo literally fell over. He sweatdropped severely and got back into a sitting position, beginning to babble.
"Heero, I didn't mean- I was sleeping- gomen, Heero. I'm so sorry. I was asleep, I musta been dreaming about a hot chick and-"
"Duo, you said my name," Heero interrupted. He turned his cobalt eyes into Duo's violet-blue ones. They closed, and the Shinigami pilot turned his head away in shame.
"Duo, I'm not done, let me finish."
"After you let me go, I- I didn't know what to do, so I got up to leave. Then I saw that you'd started to wake up, so I ducked under the bed."
"Oh my GOD! So you heard me talking to myself? How long were you there? What did you hear?" Duo looked like he was about to cry.
"I heard everything you said about me, everything that you mumbled while you were writing. Duo I'm so sorry."
Now the braided boy did start to cry. He turned around and buried his face in his hands, shoulders shaking, quiet sobs escaping his throat.
"Boys don't cry," he whispered to himself, biting his lip to force his sobs to cease. He was unsuccessful. Every time he repeated the words, he shook harder.
"Yes they do, Duo." Heero said just loud enough for his shuddering, ashamed friend to hear. His voice was touched by a gentle kindness, something Duo'd never heard there before. Still, he took the better part of fifteen minutes to calm himself, chanting quaveringly under his breath.
Heero didn't know what to do. He hadn't expected something like this, and could only stare at Duo, who couldn't see him. Finally, he saw his friend calming and trembling in the cool lake air. So Heero crawled over to him and reached both arms around the boy. Duo stiffened abruptly, and Heero began to pull away.
"No, its Ok," Duo mumbled softly, and sniffled, melting into the embrace.
Heero held him from behind, leaning up against him and pressing his face into the braided boy's shoulder. He took in the chocolatey, strawberry scent, that was Duo and reveled in the warmth he gave off.
After a little while, Duo stopped shaking completely.
"Are you Ok now?" Heero asked in a soft voice that was not his own. He made no move to pull away from Duo, tightening the embrace instead.
"No," he replied flatly, "You're probably disgusted with me. I'm so weak! And you hate weakness!"
He wrenched himself from the Wing pilot's arms, turning to face him. He fully expected Heero to sneer at him and leave.
Heero decided to follow his gut, which told him to persue Duo.
"Duo, I-I feel…" he began, "Duo, I-feel-the-same-way." He said it in a whoosh of breath, like all one word. There, he'd said it. Now, for the braided one's reaction.
"I know, I know, I'm leavi- What did you say?!" The boy's violet eyes burned into Heero's, threatening to burst both of their heads from shock.
/Holy shit, I said it!/ Heero thought.
/Holy mother-fucker, I can't believe he just said that!!/ Duo's mind exploded. But he restrained his words and paced himself, using a breathing trick that Wufei had taught him. In 1,2,3. Out 1,2,3. In…
"Ok, Heero," he calmly began, but is voice faltered, "S-So this m-means what, exactly?"
Heero pondered his response, he felt a weight had been lifted from him, it was a good feeling, but he really didn't understand it.
"Well, I'm not sure," he said finally, "What do you want?" He emphasized the word 'you' in a kindly, questioning way.
/He's asking me? He knows what I want, doesn't he? Do I even know? The dream…/
It floated back to him, he remembered speaking those words to Heero, it was what he wanted; to find Heero's heart, and bring comfort and companionship to his own. So he began.
"Heero, what I want… is to help you find yourself. Inside, I know you're more than the Perfect Soldier, or were before your training. Heero, you can laugh, and cry. You can be human. But is that what you want? I want to help you, Heero. I'm telling you that I'm here for you, I want to- I want to see you happy and alive, but I want you to want it. You've crawled into yourself, and hollowed that place out with anger. Together we can build it up and make you whole. Will you let me be there for you?"
Duo closed his eyes, lowering his head silently, not expecting a reply. A single tear slipped down is cheek, leaving a wet trail to sparkle in the moonlight. He hadn't meant to say that, It'd just sorta slipped out. Now he felt sure he was coming on too strong and that Heero would turn away or close up completely. That was the last thing he wanted. At least now they were friends, he shuddered to think of what it would be like if that were destroyed…
"Duo, I don't…" Heero started. There was an unfamiliar quaver in his voice.
"…I don't know if I can understand this, but I want to try, for you and for myself. I don't like being a killer, its easier not to care, and I've lost so much because of that. If you really think you can help me, the I promise to try. But I have to go slowly."
The Wing pilot took a deep breath and reached out for Duo's hand, taking it in his. He used his other to tilt the angel's face to his own. Seeing the puffy, tearstreaked eyes, he raised a thumb and wiped softly at the cheeks, comforted as a faint happiness shone in Duo's violet eyes, playing a soft smile to his lips.
Duo's lips…
Duo's soft, pink lips…
Heero became very aware of the heat in his body, and the proximity of Duo's.
/His hair, its beautiful,/
/His eyes are amazing, like purple stars,/
/And that smile…/
Slowly, giving the other boy plenty of time to pull away, Heero took Duo's soft face into the palms of his hands, and moved towards it with his own. He gently placed his lips on the other boy's forehead, tasting him a little with his tongue. He planted soft kisses on his eyelids and his tearstreaked cheeks. Heero slid his arms about Duo's neck, touching the soft base of his braid. He ran along its length until he reached the tie, and removed it. All the while he traced wet little kisses over Duo's face, and nuzzling him softly with his nose. In response, Duo returned the embrace, pulling himself so that he was sitting on Heero and reaching one arm back to aid the Wing pilot in unraveling the honey-streaked waves from one another.
Duo brought his lips up to meet Heero's, gently kissing him. Heero's lips were very firm and it took a few teasing little touches of Duo's own softer ones to help him to calm down, becoming more pliant in the braided pilot's arms.
Duo felt the heat in himself growing and screaming to be satisfied, so he slipped his tongue through his lips and gently into Heero's mouth. Stroking and caressing each other's tongues, Duo found that Heero was very ticklish in the roof of his mouth. He taunted the sensitive spot, until he could feel a giggle, ineffectively suppressed, vibrate into his mouth. Duo broke the kiss, sucking in a breath, and looked into Heero's eyes.
"You laughed!" he exclaimed, barely holding back his own chuckles. Heero smiled devilishly and attacked Duo's mouth, bruising both their lips and sliding onto him, reaching a hand up the length of his body underneath his shirt, to tug and tease at an erect nipple.
"Oww!" he exclaimed into Heero's mouth, quickly sitting up and pushing the Japanese boy off of him. "Sharp, pointy rocks in my back!"
Duo grabbed The blue-eyed pilot's hand and pulled him along behind as he bound away from the lake into some shorter, dewy grass sparkling in the moonlight. He abruptly stopped, swinging Heero in front of him and jumping, no pouncing, on him, the pair falling to the cool wet bed below.
"Better," He panted as Heero undid his shirt to suck and lick at the little buds of flesh beneath. He moaned pleasurably and tore Heero's green tank top off, tossing it away in some unknown direction.
Rolling so that the Japanese boy was under him, breathing heavily, eyes focused on his angel's face, Duo skillfully traced wet kisses along his jawline and collarbone, pausing only to suck at the taut flesh above the bone. Draping Heero in cascades of loose silk, tracing taunting patterns on his chest and sucking on a nipple, Duo brought Heero's eyes to a glaze, panting raggedly. He smiled maliciously and pushed one of Heero's arms up aside his head. The Deathscythe pilot began to mercilessly lick, nibble and nuzzle the other boy's armpit, which caused him to squirm and shiver, gasping for breath between moans of pleasure and tortured giggles. Duo paused for a moment to breathe into Heero's ear, "So the perfect soldier does have a weak spot," and sucked at his earlobe for a moment before returning to his teasing.
Tired of playing there, the American slid sinuously up the length of Heero's arm and sucked at the boy's fingers. The Wing pilot panted and groaned in response when Duo gently bit each finger. Heero's fingers were both salty and sweet, and his skin was soft, with and underlying firmness of well-toned muscles that gave way to sensual shudders beneath the administrations of Duo's mouth and hands.
Duo worked his way along Heero's torso to his belly-button, where he swirled his tongue around and then blew softly on the moistened skin, sending shivers through the length of the cobalt-eyed boy's body. He was pleased to see the Japanese boy's abs tighten, rippling the skin with muscle.
"Do you want me to keep going?" Duo caught Heero's eyes, half lidded and far away, as he nodded, " Yes, Duo, tenchi, please don't stop…"
/Tenchi?/ the long-haired pilot thought, /I never thought he'd be one for pet names…/
Duo grinned inwardly at this as he undid Heero's jeans and pulled them off, following that up with the boxers, which flew somewhere in the vicinity of the tank top (We're not really sure where that is…).
Taking the erect member into his mouth, Duo licked and sucked at it, running his tongue along its length and swirling it about the head.
"Duo…" Heero groaned and threw his head back, grasping at fistfuls of grass and thrusting his hips. The Shinigami pilot wrapped his teeth with his lips and passed his mouth over the head, whirling his tongue around in the slit at the tip of Heero's erection. The other pilot rasped heatedly for breath as his penis slammed into the back of Duo's throat and he released, spurting his seed into the other boy, who promptly swallowed it.
"Tenchi," he mumbled as he tried to regain his breath, panting in the gentle blue of moonlight. He ran his fingers through lengths of Duo's silky hair and pulled him to his side, draping him in a lazy embrace, his eyes drifting shut.
"Duo no tenchi," he whispered breathlessly into the other boy's ear. He glued their lips together in a tender kiss, tasting himself in Duo's mouth.
Locked in a warm embrace, the pair fell asleep on the dewy grass under the moonlight.

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