Born To Be A Lover
'Natural Born Killer.'
The saying blared out at Heero from the black T-shirt in his hands, causing him to frown darkly.
Only Duo was able to detect the hurt hidden behind that almost-glare. It had been a weight on the 'Perfect Soldier's' heart; that there was nothing he was good for besides killing. It had taken Duo a long time and a lot of sex to get Heero to quit thinking that those idiots – namely the media who had gifted him with that little nickname, and certain mad scientists known only by letters – were wrong about him.
If he'd known this little game would spark so much resentment, he would have stayed away from Wufei's shampoo and dumped the pink dye in Quatre's instead. The blond wouldn't have gotten nearly so worked up about it.
Deciding that actions would speak louder than words in this instance, Duo bounded over to his lover and insinuated himself into Heero's lap, displacing the hated shirt in the process.
Hiding a smile as he stared at the boy in his lap, Heero grumbled, "Quit acting so uke-ish, baka." It always unsettled him to see his normally aggressive lover acting submissive…even as some primal part of him thrilled at being able to pretend to protect him. That part ran even deeper than his soldier's training, and his need for Duo was one of the few things that made him believe he could be more than a killer. Duo was more than perfectly capable of protecting himself, but sometimes Heero got the urge to wrap him up in Gundanium to keep anything bad from happening to him.
The only thing stopping him was he knew Duo would kill him if he tried.
"Why? You know you like it," Duo teased, wiggling slightly on his human chair, and causing Heero's…'interest'…to rise.
Heero flushed slightly and averted his eyes. He'd never said anything, but somehow Duo still knew about those protective urges he got. "Yes," he admitted softly. "But you don't, so why are you doing this?" he asked, turning back to his lover.
Wrapping his arms around Heero's neck to pull him closer, Duo said, "Because you needed to be reminded that there's something else you're good at."
Heero gazed at him, uncomprehending. "What?" he asked.
Duo smiled. "Loving," he replied simply, and leaned in for a kiss.
Heero smiled in the kiss, having already forgotten about the depressing shirt. He had much more important things to focus on.