Disclaimer: I don't own GW, or the boys, I just like to play with them. :grins wickedly:

Warning: Sometime during the war, you decide when. They're in a safehouse, you decide where it is. In my happy world, it doesn't matter.
Yummy yaoi, shounen-ai, whatever you want to call it. 1x2, mention of 34. 05 isn't there, dunno why, maybe he's lost.
Still just a lot of nonsense, this part was written mostly very early in the morning (starting around 6 am), when my fluff bunnies wouldn't leave me alone on the bus ride to the bestest city in the world, well, second bestest (I'm talking, of course, about the splendiferous NYC). The POV is still all out of wack, doing the flipping without warning thing. I refuse to take responsibility, I am NOT a morning person.

Of Fire and Ice

Part Two

… Duo felt like he was in heaven. Surely nothing else could be so good.

It was just so much better than he'd imagined.

I just want to stay like this forever, he thought, tangling his fingers in messy chocolate locks.

Duo, Heero's mind groaned as their tongues dueled for dominance. He realized suddenly that his hands, of their own volition, were steadily untucking the other boy's button-down shirt – and sliding up under it.

He couldn't believe he was doing this, it was against everything he'd been taught. But Duo's skin was softer than velvet and he'd wanted this for so long… it was almost a relief to give in to it at last.

Duo pulled back abruptly and Heero inhaled sharply as his tank top was removed and the cool air of the room washed over his skin.

Then Duo was kissing him again, sweeter than chocolate, and Heero moaned into his mouth at the feel of hot hands on his body.

The sensation, Duo found, was incredible. It was like caressing silk-covered steel. It was truly amazing how Heero's cool skin rapidly heated under his touch, and, even more amazing, was the way the ice-like soldier was simply melting against him.

He slowly dragged his hands down the short-haired boy's chest, causing Wing's pilot to jump as his fingertips brushed against sensitive nipples, already hardened to little pebbles. He delighted in the way the muscles in the other boy's stomach tensed under his palms.

Heero's own wandering hands were tugging almost frantically at the buttons on Duo's shirt. After several fruitless seconds he gave up and resorted to force, gripping the material in both hands and yanking, sending buttons flying around the room.

Duo jerked backwards with a gasp at the sudden feel of icy fingers tracing patterns across his burning skin.

Brushing the now-open shirt from its owner's shoulders, Heero bent his head to place a kiss at the crook of Duo's neck.

The long-haired pilot couldn't swallow his groan at the light nips and soft kisses the Japanese boy was slowly trailing up towards his jaw.

Heero reached Duo's mouth and pressed another kiss to those parted lips. It was like an addiction, he simply couldn't seem to get enough of the other boy. He pulled Duo closer, loving the feel of skin-to-skin contact and noting the responding shudder that ran through the body pressed tightly to his. The flooding heat of desire nearly swamped him before they broke apart again, both panting slightly.

Suddenly, Heero felt unsure, a feeling he wasn't particularly well-acquainted with. He wanted this, more than he'd ever wanted anything. If he were honest with himself, he'd wanted it since the moment Deathscythe's energetic pilot had first aimed a gun at him, determined to rescue the royal pain-in-the-ass from what he must have been sure was certain death. It had definitely taken guts to fire that gun, not once, but twice. And in spite of his training, Heero had secretly treasured those scars. But he was uncertain as to what Duo wanted.

Up until just a few minutes ago, he'd been convinced that all the self-proclaimed God of Death's teasing had been just that, teasing. A somewhat sadistic amusement for one who was easily bored. It had never occurred to Heero's rational – waking – mind that the multitude of subtle hints and (more recently) not-so-subtle intimations could be in earnest. After all, why would someone so full of fire and life have any interest in someone as regimented and decidedly dull as Heero knew himself to be?

But when he looked into those burning violet depths, Heero found he didn't care why. The passion within the smaller boy that had been so carefully banked for so long was blazing forth, and Heero realized with unprecedented certainty that he would do anything to keep it from going out.

As he gulped much-needed oxygen into his lungs, the Japanese boy tried to think of some way to convey this remarkable revelation to the youth standing scant inches away, bare chest heaving with his own labored breathing.

Duo couldn't keep from staring at the veritable god-made-flesh that stood before him. He was having trouble believing that this wasn't all some enchanting dream his desperate and enamored mind had conjured up to torment him, what with the star of all his fantasies staring back at him with those unbelievably blue eyes, his chocolate hair even messier than usual, beestung lips slightly parted as he breathed…

"Heero?" he whispered, not understanding the look on the other boy's face. Please don't change your mind! he begged silently, feeling a sudden wave of panic. Please, God, don't let him freeze on me again. I don't think I could handle it. I've wanted this so badly, and I've waited so long… "Is everything all right?"

Heero shook his head, but it wasn't a denial. He hooked a finger through one of the belt loops on Duo's jeans to pull the chestnut-haired boy against him once more, softly easing his lips over the sweet mouth before him.

Duo's hands rose once more to Heero's hair as their hips ground together, evoking moans from both.

GodohGodohGod, Duo's mind chanted.

Heero, unwilling to relinquish his hold on the belt loop, fumbled one-handedly with the other boy's buckle.

Duo took a step back, pulling Heero with him. When Heero didn't resist, he took another step, then a third. Heero followed, still trying to undo the belt.

Deathscythe's pilot stopped when the backs of his knees hit the side of his bed.

The two separated to breathe, and Heero's hot mouth moved back down Duo's neck, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to the other boy's throat. He could feel the frantic pace of the shorter boy's pulse against his lips. Then his efforts finally paid off as the buckle came undone.

"Heero," the whispered call brought him back up to steal another kiss from that tempting mouth, but Duo stopped him, placing a hand on his chest.

Heero closed his eyes briefly at the pleasant thrill that ran through him at the touch, then looked into those incredible violet eyes.

Duo said nothing, just stared at him for a long moment, searching his face as though looking for answers.

Heero opened his mouth to ask what the questions were, but a long finger touched his lips as that cinnamon-topped head gave a small shake, silencing him.

Duo gave him a smile that almost stopped his heart, and sat on the bed, pulling the Japanese boy down on top of him.

Heero braced himself above the smaller boy, using his hands to support his weight, unreasonably worried that he might crush the boy beneath him.

This is it, Duo thought, a little scared, but wanting it too much to pay his fear much mind…

To be concluded…

A/N: sorry about the whole moving thing! I really did have reasons, otherwise I wouldn't have bothered, I'm actually very lazy, and it's work to move things.
I hope to have the end up soon (yes, this WAS going to be only two parts, but I'm slow, so i figured I'd do part two in two parts, lol. thus: three parts all together! sorry!)
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