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Heero pushed the kitchen door open, and found Duo levering himself up from the floor, leaning heavily against the wall. He grunted in surprised concern and started towards his boyfriend, automatically reaching out.
But Duo's hand left the back of his head, where it had been rubbing softly in agitation, and motioned for him to stay where he was. "I'm-I'm alright, just bumped my head, but -damn- has peace made me soft!" Sure enough, he straightened, before bending over immediately to open a cabinet and fetch out a dust pan and brush. He knelt on the floor and quickly swept up the ceramic remains of a coffee mug, before grabbing a washcloth and sopping up the small puddle of spilled tea. When he was done, he sighed in exasperation and faced the other boy. His mood had been completely killed by Wufei's response. Not that he could blame Wufei; he, himself, had not done all that much explaining before-jumping him. Yes, that was it. He had jumped him, with little to no warning, when Wufei was already rather emotionally distraught. "Damn," he muttered.
Heero raised an eyebrow at him. "I thought we agreed to talk to him together at a more reasonable hour."
Duo grimaced. "I'm sorry, Heero, but I couldn't help myself. You made me so Goddamn -horny- before. He came in, and God, Heero, he looked so -miserable-. What-Heero?"
Heero looked decidedly uncomfortable, and was very carefully looking anywhere but straight at Duo. "I-understand. That you have some needs I am not able to take care of-yet."
"I love you Heero, don't ever forget that."
Heero smiled warmly at the other boy. "I don't ever plan to."
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I shivered as I threw my sparse belongings into a single duffle. I wished I dared to take a burning hot shower to rinse off Duo's touch. Nataku above, but I will not be played with! I am not just here for their amusement!
But by the gods above, it had felt good.
I shivered again. A shower could wait until I found a motel or some other accommodation.
I grabbed my duffel and snatched my katana off the wall where I had it mounted, before replacing it back in its holder. I wouldn't need it where I was going and carrying a sword would look suspicious in the new peace.
I gazed at it longingly; I hated to leave it behind. A piece of art really, it embodied my past, much as Maxwell's braid did his; my clan.. my child-wife.. my struggle through the war and with myself, that last being a problem I have yet to resolve.
But in doing so. . .
. . . it was a way of breaking things off, starting new. I had a chance to start a new life.
And I'd be damned if I wasn't going to take it.
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This is a ridiculously short chapter, but hey, at least it's here, right?
And hey, I liked the last line. Makes a good ending line, doesn't it?
At any rate, feel free to drop me a line, but please don't rant about the shortness of this chapter.
Oh yes, please go see my comic: blackangel.keenspace.com and keep an eye on my archive which I am still laboring over.
And as a random site plug, go check out bookcrossing.com. It's not mine, but it's a terrifically neat idea, isn't it? I've joined up and I'm about to go find a book I can release "into the wild".
Well then, see you next time.
EI
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Heero pushed the kitchen door open, and found Duo levering himself up from the floor, leaning heavily against the wall. He grunted in surprised concern and started towards his boyfriend, automatically reaching out.
But Duo's hand left the back of his head, where it had been rubbing softly in agitation, and motioned for him to stay where he was. "I'm-I'm alright, just bumped my head, but -damn- has peace made me soft!" Sure enough, he straightened, before bending over immediately to open a cabinet and fetch out a dust pan and brush. He knelt on the floor and quickly swept up the ceramic remains of a coffee mug, before grabbing a washcloth and sopping up the small puddle of spilled tea. When he was done, he sighed in exasperation and faced the other boy. His mood had been completely killed by Wufei's response. Not that he could blame Wufei; he, himself, had not done all that much explaining before-jumping him. Yes, that was it. He had jumped him, with little to no warning, when Wufei was already rather emotionally distraught. "Damn," he muttered.
Heero raised an eyebrow at him. "I thought we agreed to talk to him together at a more reasonable hour."
Duo grimaced. "I'm sorry, Heero, but I couldn't help myself. You made me so Goddamn -horny- before. He came in, and God, Heero, he looked so -miserable-. What-Heero?"
Heero looked decidedly uncomfortable, and was very carefully looking anywhere but straight at Duo. "I-understand. That you have some needs I am not able to take care of-yet."
"I love you Heero, don't ever forget that."
Heero smiled warmly at the other boy. "I don't ever plan to."
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I shivered as I threw my sparse belongings into a single duffle. I wished I dared to take a burning hot shower to rinse off Duo's touch. Nataku above, but I will not be played with! I am not just here for their amusement!
But by the gods above, it had felt good.
I shivered again. A shower could wait until I found a motel or some other accommodation.
I grabbed my duffel and snatched my katana off the wall where I had it mounted, before replacing it back in its holder. I wouldn't need it where I was going and carrying a sword would look suspicious in the new peace.
I gazed at it longingly; I hated to leave it behind. A piece of art really, it embodied my past, much as Maxwell's braid did his; my clan.. my child-wife.. my struggle through the war and with myself, that last being a problem I have yet to resolve.
But in doing so. . .
. . . it was a way of breaking things off, starting new. I had a chance to start a new life.
And I'd be damned if I wasn't going to take it.
-----
This is a ridiculously short chapter, but hey, at least it's here, right?
And hey, I liked the last line. Makes a good ending line, doesn't it?
At any rate, feel free to drop me a line, but please don't rant about the shortness of this chapter.
Oh yes, please go see my comic: blackangel.keenspace.com and keep an eye on my archive which I am still laboring over.
And as a random site plug, go check out bookcrossing.com. It's not mine, but it's a terrifically neat idea, isn't it? I've joined up and I'm about to go find a book I can release "into the wild".
Well then, see you next time.
EI