Author's Note: Continuing from last chapter, I give to you all a bonus. I have not done this before, and I hoped never to do it but could it hurt for a bit more feedback on this? I'm starting to think this is becoming a waste of my time. Anyway, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing

Warning: shounen ai, lemon

Silent Confession

Quatre watched his crush sitting in the library, reading one of the larger tomes that inhabited the shelves. He couldn't help but inwardly swoon whenever Duo scrunched his face up as he read his book. It was just too adorable to be ignored.

A week had passed since the roses had been found at the front door, soon followed by more, at least one a day, afterwards. He and Solo had taken great pains to make sure that Duo never learned of these incidents. At least the handwriting analyst was close to a perfect match. It wouldn't be much longer and he knew…

But until then, he had to contain himself whenever he had the chance to look over Duo in moments like these. They were becoming so unbearable…

"Hey Q?" Duo called out suddenly.

Quatre froze. How did Duo know he was there? Maybe if he kept still and took no action, Duo might forget him…

"Q? I know you're there. Why don't you come on in and make yourself comfortable?"

Scratch that plan. Well, looks like he had no other choice. He opened the door quietly and closed, making his way over to the braided one. His heart was pounding, threatening to escape his chest. He swallowed as he stopped a few feet away from Duo. Then the braided one lifted his head up, violet eyes meeting his aquamarine.

A smile slowly spread on that face and Quatre thought the world had stopped. He couldn't help but admit that it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen…

"Beautiful, huh?"

Did he just speak out loud? Crap.

"Yeah…" he said, anxiety increasing.

"And what, precisely, do you think is beautiful?"

Quatre could feel himself blushing. He could see the mischievous grin growing on the braided one and that clued the Arabian that Duo was just messing with him. But why shouldn't he take him seriously? Who knew where it could lead? Sure there was some risk involved, but what was life without a little risk?

Smiling softly, he answered, "Your smile."

"My smile?" Duo asked, his expression clearly giving away that he had been caught off guard. "How so?" Alright, time to go in for the kill…

Sitting himself on one of the chair's arms, Quatre smiled serenely down at the braided one. "It's…angelic, you could say. There's something about that seems to brighten up any bleak situation and I'm not talking about those smiles you put on for show but your real smile, like just now."

"You can tell?" Duo whispered, looking deep into Quatre's eyes.

"It took some time…" Quatre explained as he rested a hand onto Duo's shoulder, the appendage slowly beginning to make soothing circles. "At first, all your smiles looked alike. But then…one day, after our flight from the desert, whenever the people there were mentioned, you had this strange face. After a little more time, I began to tell the difference between what was real…and what wasn't."

As he stopped speaking, Quatre had by now rested his head onto Duo's shoulder, gracious that Duo hadn't shove him away already and enjoying the warmth that he felt this close to his crush. Truth be told, Duo wasn't paying too much attention, his mind somewhere else, deep in memories he hadn't looked at in years.

Quatre slid his head in such a way that he could now see Duo's neck with his eyes. An aquamarine glanced up at Duo's face, trying to see if there was any negative reaction from the braided one. However, Duo was too far away to notice and Quatre couldn't help himself. Just seeing that lightly tan skin that covered the muscles that made up Duo's neck and throat was enough to make Quatre do something that he would have never considered in any other circumstance.

Bringing his head closer, he laid a light kiss on that tempting skin. An eye glanced at Duo to judge any sort of reaction, only to find none. The Arabian took this as a sign to continue. Very lightly, his lips ghosted over the skin, dipping down to lay a butterfly kiss before hovering over to lay another one nearby.

Duo tasted so good. Quatre just couldn't get enough. He leaned his body closer and let a hand drift down to lay on Duo's thigh and begin to stroke it lightly. From his hand alone, the blond Arabian could feel the pants begin to tighten, signifying that Duo's body was taking an interest, becoming aroused.

It was the feeling of his pants constricting that brought Duo back to Earth, his mind discovering three things. The first was that Quatre was pushed up against his side, growing warmer by the minute. The second was that Quatre's lips were lightly kissing him, the tongue behind them becoming move bolder as it sought to taste him. The third was one of Quatre's hands was down below, near the most important piece of anatomy that he had.

Oh man, he was so turned on, his mind already beginning to become muddled. Thoughts of Solo popped up in his mind but for some reason, these thoughts weren't hampering him. In fact, the mental image he had of Solo seemed to be giving him two thumbs up and a lecherous grin.

And for some reason, Duo felt that that was how Solo in real life would have responded.

Oh this was just too confusing. Okay, he needed to focus. There was only one real important thing here that needed to be taken care of.

"Quatre," he breathed out. He felt the blond pause and he made himself continue. "Please…a little to the right…"

That sentence surprised Quatre more than anything. Duo wanted more? Well, how could he refuse such a request? His God was asking him to placate him and he, as his servant, would obey.

His hand moved over the now-evident bulge in Duo's lap and proceeded to massage that area tenderly as he started to kiss Duo's neck again, expanding to the throat and adding licks and nips to his ministrations. Duo was beginning to pant by now and Quatre decided to be bold again, this time turning his attention to Duo's ear.

Now he was getting a reaction, the pants were slowly becoming moans, music to the Arabian's ears. He did not know when he moved but when he started to pay attention to his surroundings, he found that he was straddling Duo's lap and the braided one's lips were dead ahead. For how long had he wished to put his lips over Duo's? Well, now was the time to satisfy that wish so that when he fantasized, it wouldn't be his imagination supplying the feeling but a real memory instead.

Thus, in a single moment, he had claimed Duo's lips for the first time. He deepened the kiss second by second, stopping only when he needed air. Pulling back only a little bit, he took the time to study Duo, to see if there was any sign that Duo wanted to stop.

Duo's violet eyes gaze at him, clouded with lust and need. They seemed to be questioning the blond as to why he stopped. A groan of protest soon followed as Quatre soon realized that he had stopped with his ministrations down below. However, he wasn't the only person who needed. Pulling his hand away, much to Duo's obvious disappointment, he replaced the appendage with his own bulge, gently grinding the two together. That certainly changed that groan into a moan.

Quatre then began to rain down butterfly kisses all over Duo's face as one of his hands reached down to undo his pants, Duo's soon following. He wanted to do more, pleasure his one and only love as much as possible, but he had waited so long and needed so badly. He could only hope, provided that Duo didn't change his mind and shove him away right now, that other opportunities such as this one would arise in then future. He was sure that later he could show Duo every bit of love he had for him.

Halting from the light kissing, Quatre stuck his fingers in his mouth, getting them wet with saliva before taking them out. Sliding out of his pants just enough to reach it, he slowly and carefully began to prepare himself. Duo groaned beneath him as he stopped all activity for this act.

"Just a little longer," Quatre whispered, making a promise to the braided one. Once he was sure that he was as ready as he could be, he gently pushed Duo's pants down until his hardened self escaped its confining prison. Settling himself over it, it slowly impaled himself on it, taking it whole and stopping only when he was sure that he had taken all of it.

Duo, covered in a morass of ecstasy, couldn't believe the sensations that he was feeling. Was this what Solo had felt? Damn, it was so…tight. Already he was gasping for breath and nothing had happened yet…

Then Quatre began to rock his hips, coaxing Duo to begin bucking his own hips. The blond couldn't help but tilt his head and moan in pleasure, making him look like a living wet dream to his beloved. Opening his lust-clouded eyes, he gazed into Duo's violet, pouring all the emotions he could into this look, hoping to have Duo see how he really felt about him.

Feeling a new sensation, Quatre glanced down to see Duo taking care of him, stroking the swollen organ gently. Oh Allah, this was more than he could ever imagine. Time held no meaning to him as he climaxed, clinching around Duo, causing the braided one to climax as well.

That was so good…why had he waited so long to do this? He kissed Duo gently on the lips, making it last as long as he could before breaking away. Taking Duo's sticky hand, he cleaned up, making sure his tongue touched every bit of skin before reluctantly getting up and making himself presentable again.

"I hope we could do this another time," he spoke, looking deep into Duo's eyes.

"I would like to have the chance to show you how much I love you." Leaning down, he fixed Duo's pants, getting them back up to where they were suppose to be before buttoning and zipping them up. Nodding, Quatre turned and left the library, feeling more happiness and energy than he had ever had before.

Meanwhile, Duo sat in the chair, stunned at the recent event and wondering what it portended…