Dark Poetry 3/?

By Max

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing

Heero shook his head. Standing in a clearing he watched the fog swirl around his bare legs. Pale gray sheerness against honey colored skin, too smooth to match a Western ideal of masculine beauty. Irritated with himself he looked up, searching for additional clues as to why he'd be standing naked in a field. No great expert on forests, it didn't seem large enough to be a natural growth on Earth, or monstrous enough to be something out of a bad dream. Mostly rapid growing pines in a mostly too orderly pattern of dispersal, meant it was maybe one of Duo's animal areas.

So he was sleep walking? Almost out of habit, he reached to his dysfunctional thigh and rubbed, even though it wasn't hurting at that moment and didn't hurt when he put pressure on it. He pushed a little harder, felt nothing but pressure, and decided he was dreaming.

Of course, it made complete sense that Duo Maxwell would be standing right in front of him then, the scent of lavender and cedar present, his long hair loose around his face. It hung in a heavy curve from his temple down to his shoulder, then wove back into a loose braid. His eyes seemed darker than normal, with thick dark lashes and a disconcerting line of black kohl that across those eyelids that made it impossible to look away.

"Hallo, Heero," Duo said, but his voice was deeper, darker in some way that Heero didn't understand, but siren like - like an undertow that one didn't want to fight.

"Hello," Heero said. The act of speaking to Duo sent tingles behind his ears, a flutter through his breath.

Duo reached up to his shoulder to slip a slender finger under the edge of a blue Japanese kimono, pushing it back a bit to reveal smooth lean curve of muscled shoulder. "Do you know what they say about the world of the fae, Heero Yuy?"

Heero's mouth had suddenly gone try and it took him a moment to look back up into Duo's eyes. There would forever be something deeply erotic about that shade of lavender for him. All military training and want to be a machine just gone, because those eyes made him know there was soul, that the purpose of life was to rise and join with the one you loved. Standing there naked, the mist not high enough to hide his rising, he felt vulnerable, yet completely at peace. "Who are the fay?"

"It is said," Duo said, turning to face Heero, the kimono slipping from both shoulders to cradle his braid, until Duo released his hold on the front and it fell open, revealing a lean, muscular body, dark pubic hair that trailed up his belly just a bit, a dark curved cock, hard and perfect. "That they were a people who lived just out of the realm of mortal man. Fairies, gnomes, nymphs, and such fanciful whims," Duo whispered, his lips warm and dark, even though his breath tumbled into fog as he spoke.

Duo's hand pressed to Heero's bare chest and his heart jumped back to life, beating like a little bird in Duo's domain. "But you don't believe in such things, do you, Heero? Not the soul, not love, certainly not the banshee who could sing a man's soul from his bones? Is there anyone you loved enough to go into the realm of beings you knew not to save parts you didn't even believe in?"

All his hair stood up on his head as Duo spoke, his erection gone soft as those goosebumps tumbled down the back of his arms. "What are you talking about," Heero whispered, barely able to get enough breath to speak.

Duo's hand on his chest felt heavy. The air chilled around him. Blades of tall wild grass brushed sharp against his bare calves and gravel felt like ice under his soles. Duo leaned closer, taller now than Heero knew Duo to be, and yet this was his Duo too, this man was familiar, this being, expression of self, he knew this aspect of Duo as well as the Duo he'd been living with for six months.

"Are you frightened, already, Heero?" Duo asked, his lips warm, perhaps the brightest source of warmth in the world at that moment and only millimeters from Heero's chilling lips. Those dark violet eyes watched him and there was such a mix, predator and prey both, fear and an almost desperate hope. "Do I frighten you? It would be better if you ran away, Heero. Forget you found me."

In his mind, Heero grabbed the ruthless training he'd had as a child and declared it his own. He was afraid, but he could turn it off. Blue eyes were the summer sky to Duo's twilight chaos. This was not a dream. There was nothing in him that would summon a dream like this. Heero found his range of motion by sheer will power and pushed his hands into Duo's hair, cradling the his head, foreshadowing his intention to kiss him. "Souls are beautiful illusion and I'd believe almost anything for you, but you're a man, just as I'm a man. Only in each other do we find our humanity and I suggest we commit to long-term bonds of reciprocal altruism. " Heero awkwardly pressed his lips to Duo's and suddenly the chill was gone, as fast as it had come, the field was again a warm spring night. With his eyes closed, his thumbs on Duo's temples he could feel his lover's pulse, the truth in what he'd just declared. They were both men.

His eyes still closed, he felt Duo's hand close around his soft cock, which stayed soft about as long as it took those fingers to close. Trembling, breath shaky in their kiss, he had no desire to form a defense as Duo's tongue pushed into his mouth. More merging than submission, he opened, relaxed, accepted and Duo touched him in every right way, building him to a breathlessly fast apex. He came and Duo's arm around him held him up, held him close, so close that his still hard, still delivering cock rubbed against Duo's hard belly. "That's my beautiful Heero," Duo purred, "So beautiful, so perfect. I'm telling you, Heero. If you ever loved me, you should run away."

Heero grunted, hands closing on fistfuls of Duo's warm hair. He pulled back just a little, enough to look Duo in the face. "I will never leave you again. I was wrong to do so before. I will figure out why you only talk in dreams or on line. I will be here. I will never leave."

Duo's eyes were darker, his face younger, thinner, ashen. "What if you're wrong, Heero? What if I'm dangerous?"

"Duo," Heero said as if this answer were completely obvious, "You've always been dangerous."

"Things you don't believe in, can still kill you, you know," Duo said, but his words were an echo as Heero sat up in his bed, out of breath, hands running over short sweaty hear. The shudder that went down his spine was the farthest thing from erotic he'd ever felt.

Duo's body walked the halls here in the house that Wufei made for him. He'd just gotten a hand job from Duo's mind. "Oh," Heero whispered, sitting there in his sweat damp sheets.

There had been a very slight moment in the wars, and maybe that had even been a tiny pebble on the scale that had tipped Heero away from Duo sooner, but he'd had the slightest suspicion that there were two Duos. They had one body, but two selves.

Maybe it wasn't some kind of brain tumor, not physical trauma either, but something else. Striving not to grind his teeth, he moved from bed to his spartan desk and the computer he used to talk to Duo.

He sat there for another few minutes, fingers lingering on the keys before he typed, "Shinigami."

It was stupid, It was a silly idea, the idea of a boy in war, cooked up by an undeveloped mind with too much adrenaline and who knew what other hormones. Furiously he rushed to construct some plausible excuse to explain to Duo why he'd typed that name in.

Then the cursor in the chat client turned a deep bruise purple. "Yes?"