Once again, a chapter……
"Duo?"
The said pilot turned from the mirror where he was brushing his damp hair.
"Heero. Hi."
"Can I come in?" The Japanese pilot looked flustered. Never before had he felt strange entering Duo's room without permission but something made him stop and ask. He felt as though he was on uncharted territory.
"Yeah, sure. Of course." Duo gave him a strange look. Why was he being so hesitant? Heero entered the room and looked around as if he was in there for the first time. Finally his eyes came to a rest on Duo.
"Do…Do you want me to brush your hair?" He asked timidly.
Duo was in shock. Here was Heero, trained killing machine, the perfect soldier, wanting to do something as domestic as to brush his hair. Well, if he wanted to, far be it from one crazy American to stop him.
"Sure." He replied, turning to sit on the bed. Heero came forward a little hesitantly and walked around to climb in behind Duo. Taking the brush from Duo's hand, He started with gentle stokes, working from the bottom up. By the time he had gotten to Duo's scalp, the American was purring happily.
Duo sighed with pleasure as he leaned back into the gentle strokes. He always loved it when someone brushed his hair. It was an incredibly intimate thing for him and he was glad that Heero was the one doing it for him.
Once he had gotten all the tangles out, Heero ran his fingers through those thick strands of chestnut. He lifted a few tendrils to his face and inhaled the rich scent. Sandalwood. And Duo's own unique scent. How he had dreamed of this ever since he had seen it unbound once a long time ago. He sighed and buried his face in that scented hair.
Duo, mildly surprised by Heero's actions, turned his head sideways. "Heero?"
"Oh, Duo…" Heero murmured. "I've done something awful."
"What is it, Heero?"
"I…I fell in love with you."
Duo smiled and leaned back, snuggling against the powerful chest. "Oh, Heero. I have waited for this day since forever." He sighed.
Heero pulled back, shock written all over his face. "You mean…?"
"Yes." He released the breath of air that he had unconsciously been holding. "Gods! Yes! I love you, Heero." He turned and wrapped his arms around Heero's neck. "I love you." He murmured over and over again.
Heero, once he recovered from his shock, wrapped his own arms around Duo and hugged him tightly. He would never let this go. No matter what, he would never let go.
Duo pulled back and blindly searched for Heero's lips. When he finally found them, he sealed them with his own in a kiss, born completely out of love. This was Heaven.
Wufei came upstairs carrying a tray of food. He gently pushed open the half open door into duo's room with his foot, since his hands were full. "Duo, I've…" What he saw stopped him in his tracks. Heero. And Duo. Locked together in what was a passionate kiss.
"Wufei." Quatre called as he came up the stairs and moved towards him. "What happe…" The blond also stopped in his tracks as he saw what was happening inside. Turning to Wufei, he tried to soothe him. "Wufei, I…"
Wufei backed away from the door, shock and pain written all over his face. Looking at Quatre, he shoved the tray at him and turned away from the pitying eyes and running downstairs and out the door. Quatre heard the motorcycle rev up and screech across the driveway and sped of into the streets.
"Oh, Wufei…"
Do not blame me for this chapter. I have been sick and hallucinating…god knows what comes out then…beware…shudder
"Duo?"
The said pilot turned from the mirror where he was brushing his damp hair.
"Heero. Hi."
"Can I come in?" The Japanese pilot looked flustered. Never before had he felt strange entering Duo's room without permission but something made him stop and ask. He felt as though he was on uncharted territory.
"Yeah, sure. Of course." Duo gave him a strange look. Why was he being so hesitant? Heero entered the room and looked around as if he was in there for the first time. Finally his eyes came to a rest on Duo.
"Do…Do you want me to brush your hair?" He asked timidly.
Duo was in shock. Here was Heero, trained killing machine, the perfect soldier, wanting to do something as domestic as to brush his hair. Well, if he wanted to, far be it from one crazy American to stop him.
"Sure." He replied, turning to sit on the bed. Heero came forward a little hesitantly and walked around to climb in behind Duo. Taking the brush from Duo's hand, He started with gentle stokes, working from the bottom up. By the time he had gotten to Duo's scalp, the American was purring happily.
Duo sighed with pleasure as he leaned back into the gentle strokes. He always loved it when someone brushed his hair. It was an incredibly intimate thing for him and he was glad that Heero was the one doing it for him.
Once he had gotten all the tangles out, Heero ran his fingers through those thick strands of chestnut. He lifted a few tendrils to his face and inhaled the rich scent. Sandalwood. And Duo's own unique scent. How he had dreamed of this ever since he had seen it unbound once a long time ago. He sighed and buried his face in that scented hair.
Duo, mildly surprised by Heero's actions, turned his head sideways. "Heero?"
"Oh, Duo…" Heero murmured. "I've done something awful."
"What is it, Heero?"
"I…I fell in love with you."
Duo smiled and leaned back, snuggling against the powerful chest. "Oh, Heero. I have waited for this day since forever." He sighed.
Heero pulled back, shock written all over his face. "You mean…?"
"Yes." He released the breath of air that he had unconsciously been holding. "Gods! Yes! I love you, Heero." He turned and wrapped his arms around Heero's neck. "I love you." He murmured over and over again.
Heero, once he recovered from his shock, wrapped his own arms around Duo and hugged him tightly. He would never let this go. No matter what, he would never let go.
Duo pulled back and blindly searched for Heero's lips. When he finally found them, he sealed them with his own in a kiss, born completely out of love. This was Heaven.
Wufei came upstairs carrying a tray of food. He gently pushed open the half open door into duo's room with his foot, since his hands were full. "Duo, I've…" What he saw stopped him in his tracks. Heero. And Duo. Locked together in what was a passionate kiss.
"Wufei." Quatre called as he came up the stairs and moved towards him. "What happe…" The blond also stopped in his tracks as he saw what was happening inside. Turning to Wufei, he tried to soothe him. "Wufei, I…"
Wufei backed away from the door, shock and pain written all over his face. Looking at Quatre, he shoved the tray at him and turned away from the pitying eyes and running downstairs and out the door. Quatre heard the motorcycle rev up and screech across the driveway and sped of into the streets.
"Oh, Wufei…"
Do not blame me for this chapter. I have been sick and hallucinating…god knows what comes out then…beware…shudder