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Carry me Home

"I'm sorry about leaving after lunch, yesterday," Duo said in a single breath as he was let into the apartment.

The door fell shut behind him and he fell into Heero's arms. Hands ghosted over his back, barely felt through his leather jacket until fingers strongly started pressing into his muscles.

"It's okay," Heero said.

"It was a really intense day. I wasn't really prepared."

"It's okay."

"I shouldn't have left you alone, but I needed some time."

"It's okay." Lips found his and silenced him.

He moaned into his boyfriend's mouth and leaned more of his weight on him than he should have, but he felt weak in the knees. He placed his hands on Heero's hips, then trailed them around his waist and up to his shoulders. He felt the heat of his skin and the bump of the shoulder blades under the worn cotton of his shirt.

"Down. Down," Heero muttered between kisses.

Duo's hands followed the command, slipping down the spine and over the swell of his ass to grab at him.

Heero's hips pushed forward, pressing against Duo's.

"I swear I came over to apologize, not to get laid," Duo interrupted the kiss long enough to say.

"I know but I don't need your apology."

"Hmm. What do you need?"

"You. I need you," he whined and he clawed at the tall man's chest.

Every nerve throbbed at that and he lifted Heero up, directing him to wrap his legs around his waist. He blindly found his way to the bedroom. He had been there often enough, they only hadn't done the one thing that they both wanted to do most. Now, finally, they could. He lay him down gently and wasted no time crawling on top of him, covering his body with his own, meaning to fully sink into him. Disappear into him. He wanted to be a part of him.

It was late. Street light and moonlight filtered through the curtains. The bedroom was filled with softly lit shapes, the lovers being two of them. Duo could see little more than the glint on the wireframe glasses, a dust of blue light on Heero's cheekbone and the tip of his nose, and his glistening, wet lips.

He carefully lifted the glasses from his nose and stretched out to put them away on the nightstand. Before retreating his hand, he flicked on the light, to bathe everything in a warm, welcoming glow that matched the energy between them.

"Wanted to see you," he explained, lying down on top of him again, between Heero's spread legs.

Blue eyes sparkled and those kissable lips smiled, making them all the more irresistible.

He rocked his pelvis against his lover, slowly and gently, while recapturing his mouth with no intention of ever releasing it again. They both breathed through their nose, unwilling to part. Heero helped him out of his leather jacket and then started on the buttons of his short. Too many buttons, making them both impatient.

Finally, Duo sat upright and took the shirt off over his head. He undid his belt buckle and opened the fly of his jeans to relieve his erection from the painful pressure. He lowered himself back down to resume their kiss. Heero's fingers dug into his hair and the younger man arched his back, inviting Duo to slip his hands under his body and under his shirt. The muscles of his back rippled and tensed. He pushed the shirt up to his collarbone and explored the dip between every rib and the shape of his abs that appeared with every sharp intake of breath, even though his stomach had become a little softer than it was when they first met. His fingertips tickled over the sensitive skin of the belly, enjoying the way Heero's moans blended into chuckles and back. Then he drew his hand up the torso, to tease the first nipple.

"Fu-"

Duo didn't let him speak. His tongue delved into the hot mouth to stake a claim. There was no resistance to his dominance.

They made out for as long as they could stand it, to prolong the experience. Duo was careful not to rut against his partner, since Heero's sweatpants didn't provide much protection from the rough materials of his undone jeans and belt. When the urge became too overwhelming to resist, he knew he could wait no longer. He ended the kiss and let out a laugh when Heero reared his head up, his lips searching for his.

Heero's eyes fluttered open and a blush spread across his cheeks. It had been a good decision to turn the light on, he wouldn't have wanted to miss the sight of him.

"Are you sure you want this?"

The man underneath him nodded eagerly.

"Are you sure it's okay?"

"It better be more than just okay," he fired back with a grin.

After a single peck on his mouth, Duo detached himself from him. He got up from the bed to strip out of his clothes. It was an unceremonious process, but Heero enjoyed watching anyway and Duo couldn't fight his little smirk. "Top drawer?" He asked, not needing to be more specific.

"Uhuh." Then Heero thought to raise his hips off the mattress and push his sweats down his legs and proceeded to kick them off. No underwear. His erection rested against his lower belly, which still looked flat. He took his arousal into his hand, giving it a few thoughtless pumps. He hissed and bit down on his bottom lip before shooting a dark look Duo's way.

The man shook his head and pulled the drawer open, finding the lube and condoms that they needed. Obviously, there was no risk of Heero getting doubly pregnant, but they couldn't risk STD's. Heero had been fully screened as part of the fertilization process and was clean, but Duo's last test had been a couple of months ago and he needed to get tested first before they could give into the temptation to make love bare.

"Any preferences?" He asked as he climbed back onto the bed and kneeled over him.

"Yeah, on my back. I told you yesterday."

Duo snickered. "That's right. You did."

"Kind of boring, huh? Missionary."

"Hmmm. Not in the slightest. Gonna love looking at your face." He settled on his knees between Heero's legs and grumbled as he struggled to open the foil packet.

Heero pushed himself up, making Duo's task even more difficult by wrapping his long fingers around his erection and stroking up and down the length.

He managed to get it open and pushed Heero back down with a laugh to get his hands out of the way. While he rolled the condom onto himself, Heero – the impatient little thing – flicked the bottle of lube open and quickly prepared himself, dipping a finger into him to spread the clear gel. He responded to Duo's amused look by explaining his haste: "We've waited long enough." He wiped his fingers on his stomach and sat up again, only long enough to snake an arm around Duo's neck and pull him down on top of him.

Duo groaned into the needy kiss, then sat back on his calves and pulled Heero's ass into his lap, manhandling the smaller man into position without receiving protest. He hooked his arms under Heero's knees and pushed his legs back, then thought to drape one leg over his shoulder to free one hand to guide his cock.

"Ohhh, you're so fucking massive."

Duo looked down at himself with a frown. "Well… it's not that big."

Heero smacked his chest with a chuckle. It stung and left a red mark. "I mean you are massive. You." He soothed his hands over the discoloration that was already fading and then spread to either shoulder. He gasped when the head of Duo's arousal pressed into him. The next breath was released as a moan.

He entered him slowly, not wanting to be rough. He wasn't usually a gentle lover, but he couldn't forget that this was unlike any other time. Heero was pregnant.

"Ahhh… Ahh… Maybe… it's kind of massive too…"

He paused. "Am I hurting you?"

"No. Nonono. Don't stop."

He went even slower, but slid into him all the way. The channel clenched around him and the two men moaned in unison. Heero's cock had been laying heavily against his stomach, but it twitched upright with a surge of arousal and Duo grabbed it. He held it in a loose grip, not moving his hand, just holding him. He bent forward and reconnected their mouths.

He waited, for as long as his self-control would last, before rolling his hips, eliciting small, wonderful sounds from his partner. He remained gentle, resisting the urge to pound into him. He moved his mouth along Heero's jaw. He tickled the shell of his ear with the tip of his tongue, then traveled his mouth south along his neck, letting his teeth scrape the sensitive skin. Heero's erection pulsed in his hand.

With his mouth unoccupied by Duo's, Heero was free to moan and curse. It wasn't long before he started to plea: faster, harder.

Duo grunted and sunk his teeth into the crook of Heero's shoulder, but he kept his pace controlled. Heero dug his fingers into Duo's thick hair, pulling at the tresses, continuing to beg.

"Please. I'm not gonna break. Fuck me. Fuck me hard."

Duo shouted an expletive. His resolve broke. He sat upright and held Heero's hips off the bed with a strong grip, fingers digging into his sides hard enough to leave bruises. He thrusted in and out of the pliant body, punching a cry out of the other every single time. He let out a sound that was not unlike a roar. Heero's neglected dick bounced back and forth with the power of their movements.

That slower pace he could have kept up for quite a while. But now the end soon drew near. The fact that they had been abstaining from anal sex and been driving each other mad with lust and yearning with blowjobs and handy's for the past six weeks didn't aid his stamina.

He folded Heero's legs back to his chest so he could bring their mouths together again. The kiss was unfocused, but Duo needed all the closeness and intimacy he could get. He worked one hand between their sweating bodies and jerked Heero off with urgency.

The man broke free from the kiss and pulled Duo's face down into the crook of his neck and he cried out in Duo's ear. His come became part of the slick mess of sweat and lube between them.

Duo buried his face further into the pillow, muffling his voice as he cried out Heero's name during his climax. His hips didn't relent yet, neither did his hand on Heero's cock. He worked them both through their orgasm.

He stilled and his weight collapsed on top of Heero. After a split second, he raised himself up, irrationally afraid of harming the vulnerable life that grew in the body under his. "Fuck. Are you okay?" He pushed Heero's sweaty bangs out of his face to appreciate the full beautify of his hooded eyes.

Heero's lips formed a sloppy grin. "I think I'm going to get a very frustrated note from my neighbors under the door in the morning."

He chuckled. "I tried to be quiet."

"I didn't."

When he moved away, the cold air that rushed between them had him shivering. He took off the condom and trotted over to the bathroom to discard it and get a damp towel to clean them up. He paused to check his self-satisfied grin in the mirror over the sink, but then it vanished when he felt guilty again and worried. Once back in the bedroom, he wiped Heero clean.

"Hmmm. Such a gentleman."

"I shouldn't have been so rough." He refused to meet Heero's gaze.

Heero raised himself up on his elbows. "What are you talking about? You weren't rough."

"No, not really, I guess. But still too rough."

Heero took the towel from him and tossed it to the floor, then he lay Duo down on his back and draped himself over him. "You don't have to worry. You aren't going to break me with your dick." He joked to make light of it, although he recognized Duo was being serious.

"I need to be careful."

"Duo, is this about what I said yesterday? That I was scared of losing the baby?"

He sighed. "Maybe. A little."

Heero smiled at him and kissed him first before saying: "I didn't say that because I'm worried sex is going to cause any harm. I know you can't harm me, or… us… I was talking about miscarrying, or falling down a flight of stairs, or getting hit by a bus."

"I don't like this kind of pillow talk," he tried with a wry smile.

"Listen to me, Duo: you aren't going to hurt me. Okay?"

He nodded. "Okay."

"I don't want this pregnancy to change things between us."

"That's not possible."

"I guess you're right. But I don't want you to think of me as a surrogate. I have Quatre and Trowa for that. I want you to just think of me as your boyfriend. I am, right?"

Duo smiled and replied easily: "Of course you are." He greedily accepted the open-mouthed kiss that was offered. "I love you."

Heero pulled back and stared at him with dark eyes.

"Shit." He took a deep breath. "Was that too soon? It's too soon."

"I love you too."

He snapped his mouth shut and Heero pressed another kiss against his tight lips.

They fell asleep together.

But Duo woke up alone. In a bed that wasn't his. His entire body tensed up in reaction to the loneliness. His fingers throbbed with the surge of blood pressure. The empty space next to him was still warm, his touch confirmed.

A gagging sound, coming from the bathroom, changed his concern to that of a different nature. He got out of bed and stepped into his jeans, compelled by modesty.

The door to the bathroom was ajar, but he knocked before pushing it open. He felt nauseous himself, seeing Heero hunched over the toilet seat, clutching the edge with one hand and keeping his bangs out of his face with the other. Duo wasn't easily affected by seeing others throw up. He was no longer squeamish, after caring for his deathly ill lover and later his mother. He felt sick with worry instead, even though, logically, he knew it was a normal symptom of the pregnancy.

His voice was whisper-soft as he greeted his lover, showing his sympathy by kneeling at his side and rubbing his back. He said soothing and calming things, but to no effect. Heero continued to heave, but his stomach was empty and aside from a dribble of bile, he couldn't throw up any more.

The smaller man remained perched over the toilet bowl. His arms trembling. His face was pale but his chest and neck were flushed from the effort. Finally, with a sigh, he leaned back on his calves. "I'm sorry I woke you." His voice was gravelly.

"Don't even worry about it." Duo brushed Heero's bangs out of his face, wanting to see his features. He noticed how tired and miserable he looked. "How long have you been up?"

"Don't know. Feels like hours."

Duo flushed the toilet and closed the lid and helped his boyfriend up from the floor to sit down on the seat. He retrieved him a washcloth and let him wipe his own face. "I'm going to run you a bath. And I'll see if I can fix you a breakfast that you'll be able to stomach." He placed a kiss on the top of his head, then stepped around him to the tub.

"This is not how I imagined it…"

Duo snorted, not looking back as he tested the temperature of the water pouring out of the faucet. "You didn't expect morning sickness?"

"No… I mean… This isn't how I imagined us first waking up together. I'd wanted it to be romantic."

He turned around and seated himself on the edge of the tub.

"Vomit is not romantic." He laughed dryly at himself.

"You need to stop worrying about these things. I don't need storybook romance."

Heero's eyebrows pinched together. "Maybe I do…"

"I'll add the rose petals next time," he joked. "For now, just the warm water will have to do."

Heero took his bath, while Duo got dressed and scrounged the kitchen for food. He diced some fruits, toasted a few slices of bread and scrambled a few eggs.

He understood what Heero meant; wanting things to be a certain way in a relationship as fresh as theirs. But Duo couldn't deny that he was content with the way things were between them. It wasn't very romantic, most of the time, but it was real. Neither of them were putting up a charade, which was so common to do during dating. They were themselves, allowing the other to see them as themselves. It was comforting and safe to share this closeness. Yet still he felt that titillating curiosity from getting to know someone – of never spending enough time together.

After forty minutes, Heero emerged from the bathroom, smelling fresh and dressed in sweats and a long-sleeved T-shirt. They sat at the table together, sipping coffee and nibbling at their breakfast. Memories of the morning made way for memories of the night before. Whenever their eyes met, they grinned at each other.