Disclaimer: Me no own Gundam W.

Hey everyone, Tommie Gurl is back. Did I sound bored back in chapters 1 & 2? That's what happens when you try typing waaay late at night. Please read this story, and it's okay if you don't like it. I'm very humble about my stories, some of them are utterly pointless... Anyhow, just read the darn thing... What do you guys think so far? This happens to be a rather old fanfic, back when I was in the sixth or seventh grade, and I decided to 'update' the thing using all the knowledge I have now. And so you have chapter 3!

The cobalt eyes stared out from the mass of chocolate brown hair.

"Duo, I understand if you don't want to associate with me. After all, I'm nothing but an emotional burden to you and your missions."

Duo clapped a hand over Heero's mouth. "Hey, stop that. That's my line!" he frowned playfully as Heero put on a quizzical look that read something like "whaddya mean?"

The braided boy smiled and tweaked Heero's nose. Heero ducked, but before he could turn and strut away, Duo grabbed him, wrapped his arms around the puzzled pilot's wiry body, and pulled him close.

He was so warm, and his face was so close to Duo's that the Deathscythe pilot could hear his nose whistling, and feel the warm air pulsating gently from his nostrils.

"Duo...this can't be right...We're--you know,--guys..." Heero muttered, trying to shrug Duo's arms from his waist and shoulders.

"That never stopped you did it?" Duo cooed, and ran a finger down Heero's spine, sending the slightest of shivers down the pilot's back. Heero's breathing quickened. Duo observed closely. He was getting warmer.

"Remember, the first time you confessed your feelings for me? In this very spot?" Duo gestured to the present surroundings. A backdrop of graffiti marring the bathroom walls was enough to make the Wing pilot cringe slightly at the sight of such 'immaturity'. He broke in, "And then you spray-painted our initials onto the wall with red spray-paint."

"You remember!"

"Hn...so?"

"So that means..." Duo paused. His mouth curled into a mischievious grin and his violet gaze was unfaltering.

"What?" Heero frowned uncomprehendingly.

"Shh..." Duo hushed, and leaned in as if to whisper something in Heero's ear.

Duo buried his face into the side of Heero's neck, and his hands immediately began roving over Heero's lean figure, exploring, identifying, getting acquainted. Momentarily caught off guard, Heero let out a moan as Duo backed him up against the wall and began making out with him. The braided pilot's warm kisses melted into the Perfect Soldier's skin, and sent little shocks of pleasure shooting to his crotch. Heero gasped, and found his voice.

"The hell are you doing, Maxwell...?" he trailed off helplessly as Duo's warm, moist tongue ran up and down his collarbone, his throat, and up near his ear. Duo's hands found his ass, and before Heero could protest, he felt a tight sqeeze. Not a painful one, but one that felt...wonderful.

"How's it feel, sweetie?" Duo teased quietly, slowly flicking his tongue in and out of Heero's ear.

"...Good..." was all Heero murmured, a split second before Duo's soft lips mashed over his. He felt the braided boy's tongue slipping into his mouth, working its way between his teeth. Heero, lost in the moment, found his hands on Duo's hips, and he was unconsciously grinding himself against the warm body, surroundings totally forgotten. Duo shuddered, and threw his arms around Heero's neck with heated passion. He began kissing him furiously. Heero's quivering hand was sliding its way into Duo's pants...

Just as suddenly as it happened, it was over.

"Hey! What's going on in there!" Doctor J yelled from outside the door. "Is that you, Heero?"

Heero reddened slightly, his forehead beaded with sweat. "Yeah." he answered bleakly. "Stomach-ache." he coughed.

"You still need to finish your training, boy. I don't know what's taking you so long these days. Hmph, lazy kid...!" Doctor J moved away, his metal hand clinking. The two pilots waited until he was totally out of earshot before attempting ot speak again.

"Stupid echoey bathroom..." Heero seethed; his sex drive had flushed itself down the toilet after that horrible scare.

Duo clutched his chest. "Man, I nearly had a heart-attack..." He took several deep breaths and clung to Heero's waist.

"Hn." Heero replied. He was back to normal in the blink of an eye. He prised Duo's hands from his waist and scratched his neck gingerly. "I'm gonna go finish my training. See ya 'round." He slowly headed to the door. Duo quietly watched him go.

Later that evening, as Heero was packing up his things and preparing for his next mission, he found a small box in the storage compartment of his Gundam. Frowning, he opened it slowly and found two chocolate truffles inside, along with a strip of black ribbon that Duo sometimes used to tie the end of his braid with. A small handwritten note on the outside of the box read:

XOXO

Always, my love.

-Duo Maxwell

Heero sighed, tucked the ribbon away carefully in the smallest compartment of his cockpit, and slipped a truffle into his mouth when noone was looking. Only one person saw, of course, and he silently ducked into the shadows as the cobalt eyes flitted in his direction.