Warnings: Yaoi
Disclaimers: Don't own GW.
Duo?
Chapter 11: Two and Two is Four
Duo hastily refolded the note and dropped it on the desk. He sat down hard on the floor at the end of the bed and covered his face with his hands. He knew what would happen if he thought about Heero that way.
He bit his finger and shut his eyes tight. He felt the heat start to take over him again and bit harder. He tried to focus his mind on the pain in his finger, and it was working until he heard footsteps on the stairs. His mind went right back to Heero and the heat started again.
He scrambled up off the floor and disappeared through the wall. He knew if he were near Heero when he lost control, something bad was bound to happen. Although if he did lose control, his "other side" would probably go to Heero anyway, so it really didn't matter.
Heero walked into his bedroom and put the red rose into the vase with the purple one. He sat down at the end of the bed and looked at the roses, thinking. What did it mean? And what was with the feeling that came when he thought about Duo since he got that cut from the first rose?
He knew for a fact that Duo was behind all this, but he just couldn't figure out why. He sighed and lay back with his hands behind his head.
Meanwhile, Duo was inching ever closer to Heero's bedroom as he lost control. Heero looked up when he felt Duo's presence enter the room. Not seeing anything, he sat up and quirked an eyebrow at the seemingly empty room.
Duo suddenly appeared in front of him. But he looked different than the Duo he was used to. He tried to speak, but he felt frozen. He swallowed hard and managed to start to push himself up off the bed.
Duo's strange eyes gleamed. He was already standing close to Heero, and when he got to his feet, his nose was about four inches away from Duo's. Duo grinned before quickly closing the small gap between them, pressing his lips to Heero's.
Heero tried to pull back, but ended up sitting on the bed, Duo closely following, never breaking away from Heero. Panicking, Heero started to back up even more. He felt he needed to get away from Duo, but at the same time, he didn't want to. He felt the wood of the bedstead on his back and realized that his eyes had been closed. He opened them when he couldn't back up any farther.
Duo broke off from the kiss and looked into Heero's eyes. Heero was breathing heavily but silently as he returned Duo's gaze. Heero swallowed. "Duo..." His tone sounded so strange, he hadn't meant for it to sound like that.
Duo smiled and gently cupped Heero's cheek in his hand. Heero gripped Duo's wrist and looked down. Duo's eyes gleamed again and he leaned in for another kiss.
He pulled back again and shifted. Once he was settled the way he wanted, he pulled Heero onto his lap. Heero leaned his head against Duo's shoulder as Duo wrapped his arms around his waist.
"I'm going too fast?" Duo asked quietly.
Heero noticed how much deeper Duo's voice was now. He didn't respond.
Duo nodded. "I'm sorry." He squeezed Heero once and sighed...
Then Heero woke up.
He sat up and looked around. He was still in his room, but he had fallen asleep and nothing had happened. Nothing...
He rubbed his eyes and stood up. Turning around to look at the bed, he thought, 'But it felt so real. The other dreams with Duo in them felt real, but this one exceeded them all by far.'
He shook his head and left the room. He stopped as he spotted Duo sitting in the hall, looking sulky and sad.
"Hey, Duo," Heero said as he came closer.
Duo's head snapped up in surprise. "Oh, hey Heero," he replied blandly.
Heero crouched next to him. "What's the matter?"
Duo hesitated. He thought about his answer... He had gone into Heero's room while he was sleeping and had taken his chances and kissed him. He felt so bad about taking advantage of Heero while he was asleep and had a heavy feeling in his chest and stomach from the guilt his kiss had caused him.
"Duo?" Heero was worried, Duo didn't usually act like this.
Duo shook his head. "Nothing, I just... I don't know." He sighed and disappeared. Heero felt Duo's presence fade slowly and he shook his head. Then he quickly went back into his room.
He looked at the vase and noticed that the note was not where he'd left it. It had been sloppily refolded, and set on the desk. He sighed and went downstairs.
He started walking in no particular direction, letting his feet take him anywhere they wished. He walked around the staircase and through the door next to it. He then turned his eyes to his feet and kept going.
Recognizing the floor of this room, he suddenly knew where he was going, and he wasn't sure he wanted to be there. But his feet led him on. He didn't bother to turn on lights, he wasn't afraid of the dark and he knew the way well enough not to bump into things, considering that they hadn't put anything here to bump into.
He sighed and looked up as his feet stopped. The door was closed, but this room was lit better than the others since it had one huge window covering almost an entire wall.
He opened the door and turned the light on. He'd turned on this one because he had somewhat of a phobia of this room when it was dark. It looked so empty and harmless, but he shuddered when he thought about his dream.
Sitting down in the middle of the floor, he began to think. About the roses, the dreams, and just Duo in general. He eventually wondered why Duo was giving him the roses. He thought about what the reason would be if he were Duo. He remembered the places where he received each rose and what the situation was at the time.
The purple rose had seemed, at the time, like a jealousy gesture. But the second one he had found here, where he was sitting. They didn't connect in the least. Duo had no idea about his dream and therefore couldn't have planned the placement of the rose here on purpose.
He suddenly remembered something. When he had gone to get the flashlight, he was sure that Duo was somewhere nearby, but decided not to pay attention to it since Duo was always in the house and he could feel his presence at all times, no matter how faint it was. He remembered the light from the previous room entering this one, and it had definitely gone past the center of the floor where the rose had been and it wasn't there at that time. So he figured that Duo had put it there when he was gone getting the flashlight.
Then the reason for the roses came up again. Heero once again placed himself in Duo's shoes and thought about it again. Colors suddenly popped into his head. The purple rose had instantly reminded him of Duo's eyes.
'And a red rose means...'
He blinked. That couldn't be it. But then again, it made sense; the competitive looks aimed at Relena when she'd clung to his arm so protectively, and Duo's hesitation that time when Heero asked if being with Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei so often had bothered him. Those were the two main reasons for his thinking Duo loved him.
But then why the dreams? The first one had been so real that he was sure Duo hated him. The second one felt very real too, but it had been much shorter and much calmer. It seemed like that dream existed to reassure him that Duo didn't hate him, but loved him.
And the third dream. That had felt so real that had he not woken up in the same position he'd fallen asleep in, he'd probably not have had the courage to talk to Duo in the hall.
And that was another thing, what was wrong with Duo? The way he acted definitely made Heero wonder again if the dream had been real. Duo had sounded a little guilty at the end of the dream, and in the hall he'd given the indication that that's how he felt.
'If I know it was a dream, then why did Duo act like something bad had happened when I talked to him in the hall?' he wondered.
It was almost as if that dream existed to let Heero know how Duo felt about their relationship if they ever had one like that.
He sighed. He'd only been here for a little less than a week and already he had problems he had to sit alone and think about. He rubbed his eyes with a thumb and forefinger; he was getting a headache.
If Duo was telling Heero that he loved him with the roses, then there was probably more parts to come. If the purple one represented Duo, and the red one represented love, then there had to be at least one more to complete the three small words that he was also subtly telling Duo.
He then wondered if Duo had figured it out yet. The riddle would probably confuse anyone but the creator. Then again, he hadn't thought himself smart enough at the time to make up a riddle good enough that by reading the first part wouldn't give the whole thing away. But when it was complete, the reader would instantly understand.
But was he waiting too long to give him the third piece? Maybe Duo had already figured it out. He looked at his watch. It was only about 5, so he decided that tonight would be the time for the third and final piece.