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 loads of nonsense. I seem to be only able to write this at odd hours of the morning, when I can't sleep. The POV is still cracked, flipping without warning and all. Responsibility belongs to whoever it was that deprived me of sleep. My muses? My dog? (she likes to come into my room JUST as I'm drifting off.)
This IS the last part, I promise. Sorry if switching accounts screwed you up, I have my reasons. Enjoy!

Of Fire and Ice
Part Three

… Wing's pilot brushed a light kiss across Duo's cherry lips. The long-haired brunet couldn't suppress a small moan as that talented mouth moved to his chest, teasing the hot skin with teeth and tongue. His eyelids slid closed as he lost himself in Heero's ministrations. He heard the rasp of leather and felt the light tug of his belt being removed, then heard it land somewhere on the floor.

"Heero," Duo groaned, arching up into the touch.

The short-haired boy swirled his tongue around the younger boy's navel, dipping the tip in briefly, before moving back up his chest. He delighted in the way Dup squirmed, breath coming in short gasps, as he lavished attention first on one peaked nipple, then the other.

Duo groaned the Japanese boy's name again, and Heero began kissing his way back up the boy's pale body, pausing to place a light nip on his Adam's apple – which elicited yet another groan of want. He found Duo's mouth and proceeded to kiss the other boy senseless while his fingers danced at the waistband of the jeans, making short work of the button and zipper. Within moments, Duo was clad only in a pair of black boxers and his gold cross.

Heero never remembered removing his own shorts, but somehow they ended up on the floor with everything else, leaving him au natural.

They broke apart, gasping for breath.

Duo dragged his eyes open and took in the sight before him. He was still finding it impossible to believe that this could be anything but a dream, but even if that was all it was, he was damn well going to enjoy it while it lasted.

He ran his hands down the taller boy's sides, loving the warm-silk feel under his fingers and the responsive shivers of desire.

Usually icy blue eyes burned into his own violet orbs for a moment before Heero slid back down his body. He inched the black material slowly down over Duo's hips, kissing each and every inch of flesh as it was revealed. And then –

OHMYFUCKINGGOD! Duo's eyes flew wide and his hips jerked upwards of their own accord as that hot mouth swallowed him. His hands fisted in the sheets beneath him as Heero firmly grasped his hips, holding him still.

It didn't take much to send him over the edge.

What felt like mere seconds later, Duo's vision went white and he saw stars as he exploded. A wordless cry ripped from his throat as his mind shattered, the pieces spiraling out of control. And for long moments, it was all he could do to lie there, weak and trembling.

At last his vision cleared.

Heero was hovering over him, and he pulled him down for a kiss, tasting something salty and strange that he knew was himself.

He could feel the tenseness in Heero's body, and realized the other pilot was struggling to keep himself in check.

In the brief moment that followed, two things dawned on Deathscythe's pilot.

He's so much stronger than me. If I told him to stop, he could ignore it. He could force me… was the horrified understanding in his mind.

But he'd barely thought it when he knew beyond shadow of any doubt that it would never happen. He could see it in those clear Prussian blue eyes that, no matter what, if he told Heero to stop, he would. That knowledge warmed him to the core.

Heero knew he was nearing the end of his rope, and for the first time in his life, he wasn't completely sure he could retain command of himself. But he was terrified of hurting Duo. Whatever the cost to himself, he could not, would not, allow any harm to come to the other boy. Especially when said boy was looking at him with beautiful amethyst eyes almost glowing with trust. He would die, and gladly, before he destroyed that. And despite years of conditioning against caring for other people, the knowledge of how deeply he'd fallen felt… right.

He met Duo's eyes and held them. What he thought he saw there was the stuff of the dreams no amount of training could prevent. But he had to be certain.

"Duo?" he whispered, struggling to find his voice. "Are… are you sure?" It was the hardest thing he'd ever had to do. "Is this what you want?"

Duo didn't hesitate. "I'm sure," he replied, voice soft, but firm nonetheless. "For a long time now…" he smiled shyly – a look Heero had never seen before. "I want this. I want you."

Heero felt relief wash through him at those words, and an answering surge of adrenaline in his veins. He kissed the younger pilot soundly, swirling their tongues together and swiping at the roof of the other boy's mouth. His fingers caressed the hot skin beneath him and he swallowed Duo's moaned responses.

A moment later, he pulled away, realizing he needed something before this went any farther.

The abrupt loss of Heero's warmth nearly sent Duo into panic-mode all over again. He turned his head and saw the other boy rummaging in a desk drawer.

What the – "Heero?"

"Ha!" Heero gave a little exclamation of triumph as he pulled out what looked (from Duo's angle) like a first aid kit.

"Heero?" Duo tried again, even more confused as the taller boy swiftly began pulling out bandages and bottles of pills.

What could he possibly be – Duo's train of thought came to a screeching halt as Heero approached once more, a bottle in one hand that was clearly labeled 'BURN OINTMENT' in black block letters. Duo's eyes widened in comprehension and a tiny voice in his head went, oh.

Heero gave him an awkward kind of smile. "I needed to get – "

"I see," Duo cut him off in a small voice.

"It'll make it easier to – "

"I know."

"I'm sorry I – "

"It's okay."

Heero looked at him, a little unsure. "You ready?"

Duo tried to give him a bright smile, but obviously realized at once what an utter failure it was. He bit his lip. "As ready as I'll ever be," he whispered.

Heero nodded, but didn't more, just continued to stand next to the bed, holding the jar, staring down at the amazing creature lying there.

Duo wondered suddenly what Heero was waiting for. Does he expect me to do something? What do I do?

"Uh," Duo licked his lips nervously. "Is something wrong?"

Heero shook his head, but his gaze was suddenly fixed on his bare toes. His voice emerged as an embarrassed mumble. "I… I've never… done… this. Before."

Duo felt a rush of relief, and, in a single motion, sat up and yanked the taller boy back down to the bed on top of him, kissing him fiercely. After a moment, he pulled away, panting raggedly. He curled upwards to whisper in Heero's ear. "Me neither," he breathed, letting his breath tickle the other teen's skin. "But I can't wait to find out what all the fuss is about." He ran his tongue around the shell of the ear, and tugged gently on the lobe with his teeth, feeling the older boy shudder in response.

Heero gave a low growl, and attacked the American's mouth with his own, bringing their lips together with bruising force.

Duo heard the ointment jar open, and inhaled the sharp scent of herbs.

A moment later, he felt Heero searching for his entrance, then a single slick finger worked its way inside. After another minute, Heero added a second finger, carefully scissoring the two, stretching him. Duo stopped kissing him, focusing on the odd sensation. When a third finger joined the first two, however, Duo felt the beginnings of discomfort, but then those fingers brushed something deep inside him, and any such minor irritations were forgotten as he gasped aloud and rocked his hips, trying to hit it again.

Heero's fingers complied as his talented mouth worked a particularly sensitive spot on Duo's neck.

Duo groaned with want, clutching at Heero's shoulders, helpless under the double assault. He groaned again when the fingers were removed, almost whimpering at the loss.

"Shh. Shh," Heero breathed, not to silence the braided pilot, merely to soothe. And slowly, slowly, he worked his way inside the other boy until he was fully sheathed.

Duo made a little noise, as though in pain, and Heero froze, suddenly frightened that he'd seriously harmed him.

The younger boy's eyes were tightly closed, and he was biting his lower lip so hard it was bleeding.

"Duo?" Heero tried to pull back, but Duo grabbed him, eyes opening.

"No," Duo whispered, voice tight. "Don't. Just… give me a… a second."

His eyes closed again, but he didn't release his grip on the Japanese pilot.

Heero fought to keep perfectly still, letting the other boy adjust.

After several tense moments, Duo moved experimentally. His eyes slid open and he grinned slightly at the boy hovering above him, and moved again.

Their eyes locked, and all of a sudden Heero was moving, too.

For an instant it felt all wrong, then they found their rhythm and moved together. Duo brought his knees up to grip Heero's sides, and the new angle allowed Heero to slide in deeper, hitting that magical spot and causing Duo to scream in pleasure.

Heero bent his head to lick away the drop of blood glistening on Duo's bitten lip and to kiss that naturally red mouth. He reached between their bodies with one hand to pump Duo in time with his thrusts. He could barely feel Duo's nails digging into his shoulders.

Duo tightening around him as he exploded onto both their stomachs drove Heero over the edge as well, and he followed the other boy into a euphoric spiral, collapsing on top of him.

It was several minutes before Heero could function enough to carefully pull out and roll to the side.

"You okay?" he managed to ask, realized how stupid it sounded as the words left his mouth, but still sincere, and too tired to try to think of a more eloquent way to phrase his concern – besides, he'd always been blunt, and Duo had never seemed to mind it too much.

"Uh-huh," the reply was mumbled and even less eloquent than the question. In fact, Duo sounded half asleep. "You?"

"Sleepy," Heero admitted, and received the chuckle he'd hoped for. "But good. Better than good."

"Me, too," Duo muttered, and abruptly curled up against Heero's side.

After a startled moment, Heero hesitantly wrapped his arms around the other pilot, pulling him closer, cuddling.

More than anything, this simple action proved to himself that he no longer had to hold on to his cold training – that was for missions, not life. For now, he could just be… what he wanted to be. What a wonderful thought that was. He realized he didn't care if a soldier was allowed to have emotions or not, he had them, and now he had Duo, too. What a wonderful thought that was.

Duo's breath had evened out in slumber.

The steady sound of their combined heartbeats lulled Heero into a deep, comfortable sleep.

Tickatickatickataptaptap.

"Heeeeero."

Tickatickatap.

"Heeeeeeeero."

Tickataptickatap.

"Heeeeeeeeero!" Duo was sprawled across the other boy's bed while the older pilot worked on a report.

Tickitytickitytaptickatap.

"Heero, I think you love your computer more than you love me!" the violet-eyed pilot pouted.

The Japanese boy turned around in his chair and gave the long-haired American a roguish smile. "Never," he promised, and blew him a kiss.

The End

A/N: So, my first real lemon, what did you think? Not worthy of the name? Should I give up and never attempt any sort of anything ever again? I did try to be at least somewhat tasteful (though you ought to know by now that I can't cook for shit) and I did try to make it okay for Hope it's all right. I also failed to go through and edit, so if there are tons of what I like to call typos (as opposed to blatant errors) please forgive me. I will eventually go through it and fix it up so it's more presentable, or that's the plan, anyway. So, for now, please review!