Heero shifted in his seat, trying to ignore the fact that someone was staring at him. He could feel the gaze upon him and was certain that if he looked up from his book he’d see Duo standing in the doorway. Heero was confused. He didn’t know what the braided idiot wanted, but he was certain that Duo would leave the minute he realized that Heero knew he was there. And for some odd reason, Heero liked having him there, even if he was an irritating distraction. The Japanese boy gave himself a mental shake. How could he enjoy something that annoyed him? It just wasn’t logical. But then, he’d noticed that everything associated with his and Duo’s relationship made very little sense. Heero chalked it up to his inexperience with human interaction. He’d never had a friend before. He guessed that he and Duo were friends. He just wasn’t too certain. This was as close as he’d ever come to having a relationship that was normal. Well, as normal as could be expected considering the fact that Duo had almost killed him the first time they’d met. A ghost of a smile crossed the cobalt-eyed boy’s face as he reminisced. They’d certainly had some interesting moments together. Heero just had to come to terms with a simple fact. He was never going to have a normal life and he really didn’t think he could cope with one if he did.

Duo stood in the doorway, leaning casually on the frame. He watched intently as Heero fidgeted while trying to read. Smiling, he just continued to watch the other boy. He knew he’d only have a few moments before Heero turned to look right at him. The cobalt-eyed pilot had an unnerving instinct for this sort of thing. He always knew when he was being watched and managed to unerringly seek Duo out. It was uncanny really.

The American knew he was pushing his luck. One day Heero was going to figure out why Duo was always watching, and probably freak right out. It was like playing with fire. He knew he’d be burned, but he couldn’t resist. He wanted Heero; all of him, body, mind and soul, but he didn’t know what to do about it. He didn’t know if the chocolate-haired boy was gay or straight. Hell, he wasn’t even sure Heero had a sexual orientation at all!

Smiling to himself, the braided pilot shifted his weight silently. His breath caught in his throat when a smile suddenly appeared on Heero’s face. Damn! Why doesn’t that boy smile more often? He was so sexy! Duo could feel himself harden and quickly changed his mind. Heero Yuy walking around with that smile all day? Duo wouldn’t be able to function. Reigning in his hormones, the American tried to get his body under control.

Heero was pulled out of his reverie, and back into the present, when he heard a hiss of breath from the doorway. That was odd. When Duo wanted to be quiet, he could come and go without a sound. What was wrong with the braided boy? Closing the book in his lap, he looked over to the figure in the doorway. Meeting that violet gaze, Heero blinked in perplexion. There was something about the way Duo was staring at him. He felt like he was going to drown in those dark violet pools. Heero just stared at the American, noting his flushed skin, and tilted his head to the side. He was sure that this was supposed to mean something.

When a soft pink tongue flicked out to moisten perfect lips, Heero felt a tightening in his loins. Heero frowned, introspective for a moment. That didn’t make sense! Why would… He frowned in confusion and looked questioningly at the braided boy.

Duo thought he would die when Heero stared at him like that. His heart raced at such a heart-meltingly innocent expression. The braided pilot’s smile nearly split his face. He quickly closed the distance between the two of them and, before the other could protest or consent, tossed Heero’s book to the floor. Climbing into the chocolate-haired boy’s lap, he pressed his lips to Heero’s, demanding an immediate surrender.

Heero gasped at the onslaught. One minute Duo was across the room and the next, he was astride his lap. The braided boy’s silky tongue slipped in just as hands slid up his shirt. The Wing pilot groaned as delicate fingers brushed his nipples, sending an electric jolt through his body. It wasn’t until the kiss broke, and Duo pulled away slightly, that Heero realized that he’d closed his eyes. Startled, his eyes flew open, only to see a grinning face full of adoration. Blinking slowly, Heero tried to process what was happening.

"Heero, relax." Came a husky whisper. "You don’t have to analyze everything."

Duo removed his hands from up the front of Heero’s shirt and placed them on either side of the cobalt-eyed boy’s stunned face.

"So beautiful." He whispered, running his thumbs across sculpted cheekbones.

Duo allowed his hands to lightly trail along Heero’s neck until they rested on the Japanese boy’s shoulders. He leaned in again for another kiss. This time it was feather-light and coaxing. Duo wasn’t disappointed. The Wing pilot increased the intensity, running his tongue along the braided boy’s swollen lips. Duo gasped, as Heero crushed the American to his chest, and found his mouth pleasantly invaded. The violet-eyed boy purred deep in the back of his throat as he sucked softly on Heero’s tongue. An insistent need to breathe broke them apart again.

Slowly, the braided boy climbed off of the blue-eyed pilot’s lap and slipped his shirt over his head, letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor. Duo began to undo his pants with exaggerated leisure, teasing smirk firmly in place. Heero merely gazed intently, subconsciously running his tongue across his upper lip, as the American slid his jeans off of slim hips. They pooled silently at his feet and the chestnut-haired vision kicked them to one side.

The Japanese boy memorized every inch of Duo’s creamy skin, every nuance in the Deathscythe pilot’s movements, everything about the beautiful creature before him. He didn’t think anything could be so breathtaking. He slowly came to his feet, mesmerized. Duo’s sudden whisper interrupted the spell.

"May I?" The violet-eyed boy asked, tugging lightly at the hem of Heero’s tank top.

The cobalt-eyed pilot merely nodded, raising his arms above his head, and Duo didn’t waste any time.

Heero arched his back, hissing, as a hot mouth descended on one nipple, suckling it gently into firmness. His trapped erection strained against the confines of his shorts. Not knowing what else to do, the Wing pilot pulled Duo’s face to his for a savage kiss as he ground himself against the American.

Duo chuckled at the expression on Heero’s face as he pushed the chocolate-haired boy away. It was an interesting mix of unbridled lust and barely restrained anger.

"Problem, love?" He inquired, feigning ignorance.

"Yes, Duo. I…" The Japanese boy trailed off, perplexed.

"You, what?" He continued, coaxing, teasing.

"Yes, I… I…" Heero stammered, unable to articulate any of a million things running through his brain.

Duo had never seen the cobalt-eyed boy so uncertain. A moment’s guilt washed over him and he took pity on the other boy. A caring smile crossed his features, but quickly dissolved into a salacious grin.

"I know what you want, Heero, even if you don’t." He whispered into the chocolate-haired boy’s ear, and sank to his knees before him.

A shiver passed along Heero’s spine at those words and he moaned aloud when he felt Duo stroking his hardness through his shorts.

Suddenly, the other boy was pulling his aching cock free of its confines, caressing its length with nimble fingers. Heero thought he was going to die when he felt a hot tongue running the extent of the shaft and circling the head. With supreme effort, the Japanese boy opened his eyes to gaze lovingly at the angel kneeling before him. Duo smirked up at him and, without warning, swallowed him up to the hilt.

Heero almost screamed, which made the braided boy laugh. This sent yet another wave of pleasure coursing through the Japanese boy’s body. Just when Heero seemed to catch his breath, the American began to bob his head. Pulling, sucking, licking, the braided boy increased his pace, driving his new lover closer to the brink. Simply listening to the cobalt-eyed boy groan was making Duo painfully hard, but he wouldn’t have lessened the intensity for a moment. He felt Heero go weak in the knees and quickly latched onto the other boy, firmly grabbing the ass of which he’d always dreamed.

As if to steady himself, Heero grabbed a handful of chestnut hair and the American laughed again deep in his throat, thrilled at the possessiveness in the other’s grasp. Heero groaned again. That, and the sudden tightening of every muscle in the Wing pilot’s body, was all the warning Duo received. Swallowing every last drop, the braided pilot sat back on his heels and licked his lips. Smirking, he looked every inch like the cat that got the canary.

Heero sat down, hard. Closing his eyes, he attempted to process the various sensations that reverberated through his entire body. He was in sensory overload. His skin was on fire and both his respiration and pulse were erratic. Slightly panicked, he retreated to his well-ingrained training. Wrenching control once more, he reigned in his breathing and heartbeat. The minute they were within acceptable parameters, he opened his eyes only to glare at the violet-eyed boy who sat cross-legged at his feet. At that moment, he understood another aspect of his training, the chaos that could be caused by the human libido. It constituted a grave loss of control on his part. In the throes of lust, he’d handed all control to another human being. And he’d revelled in it! For a brief moment, he hated Duo Maxwell, and it was mirrored in his eyes.

Deathscythe’s pilot smiled as he watched Heero struggle to control his body. He was strangely proud of himself, that he’d had such an effect on the stoic boy. Here was a soldier so composed that he’d fooled an entire medical staff into thinking he was unconscious, and Duo had effectively turned him into a puddle of goo.

Suddenly, cobalt eyes flew open and fixed themselves on amethyst ones. Duo shivered slightly at the anger, but he was almost immune to Heero’s death glare. However, he flinched, as if he was physically hit, at the intense hatred that flared briefly in the blue depths. Guilt crashed down on him and, pulling his knees to his chest, the braided boy buried his face in his arms. He was so ashamed of his behaviour. How could he do this to someone he loved? Heero obviously knew nothing about sex, and here he was forcing himself on him! Duo curled himself tighter into a ball and wished that the ground would just open up and swallow him. Or that Heero would yell at him, or hit him. Something, anything, other than sitting there, staring at him with those hate-filled eyes.

The sudden feel of a soft hand smoothing his hair came as a total shock. The American quickly released the breath that he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding.

"I’m so sorry, Heero." He blurted out before he lost his nerve. "I should never have presumed. God, I’m disgusting!"

"Shhh, Duo." Came a soothing voice that he barely recognized as the cobalt-eyed boy’s.

But Duo wouldn’t have it. He was too busy wallowing in self-recrimination.

"No, Heero!" He snapped. "You shouldn’t. I know you hate me. Hell, I hate me!"

"Duo!" This was firmer and brooked no nonsense. Now that sounded like Heero Yuy!

The braided boy clenched his eyes shut, as the other boy pried his arms away from his face and tilted it up. He would not, could not, look Heero in the eye.

"Look at me, Duo. I’m not mad at you, and I don’t hate you. Open your eyes."

A barely discernible shake of the head was all Heero got for his effort. The Wing pilot was certain that he felt the response more than he saw it. Seeing Duo like this hurt Heero in a way he didn’t understand. Not that this really came as a surprise. He didn’t understand most of his feelings, especially if they touched upon the chestnut-haired siren curled up at his feet. He was so stupid! The anger and hatred he’d felt was at himself. How could he direct it toward someone else? Just because he was confused, did it mean he had the right to take it out on another person? The one person who was sharing these amazing, and somewhat frightening, new sensations with him? He’d caused Duo emotional damage. How could he ever apologize?

"Please, Duo." It was almost a whisper. "Please, don’t do this to yourself. Look at me. Open your eyes, please."

The American’s eyes flew open. He’d never heard someone sound so sad. Looking deep into cobalt pools. He saw so much confusion, so many conflicting emotions. Suddenly one took the forefront, and the others faded into the background. It was relief. Duo mentally pulled back, appraising the rest of Heero’s face. The chocolate-haired boy was smiling again, tentatively at first. Duo’s shame faded as the grin lit up Heero’s whole face. Something passed between them, which neither could explain, but it left a matching smile on the braided pilot’s face. Everything was right between them once again. There would be an opportunity to discuss this later. Duo had a better use for their time right now.

Heero’s sweet, innocent, perplexed, expression had gone straight to the braided boy’s groin. He reached to cup Heero’s face in his hands and smirked at the other boy, in the same manner as he always did when he was about to do something naughty.

Kissing those smiling lips with an urgent fire, the braided boy forced Heero to lay back into the crook of the couch. Tangling his tongue with the cobalt-eyed boy’s, he stretched out over the silky hardness of Heero’s body beneath him. Luxuriating in the feel of the Wing pilot’s heated skin pressed to his naked flesh, Duo broke the kiss only to whisper in the other boy’s ear.

"God, Heero." He panted. "Do you know what you do to me?"

The Japanese boy only squirmed slightly in response, and turned his head. Duo took advantage of the opportunity that presented itself, and dragged his scorching, trembling lips along Heero’s ear. Pausing briefly to suckle the delicious earlobe, the chestnut-haired boy smiled when Heero whimpered imploringly. The American then turned his attention to the lovely expanse of neck that was waiting for him. He alternated between soft, almost chaste, kisses, and dragging his tongue wetly, languorously, along. Duo stopped to blow soothingly on the wet skin. Heero shivered and threw his head back, exposing his throat. The braided boy trailed a few kisses across the offering before settling into a gentle suckling where neck meets shoulder. Tangling a hand in the cobalt-eyed pilot’s perpetually mussed hair; Duo increased the suction and left a possessive purple mark in his wake. Heero hissed as the braided boy nipped sharply at his shoulder.

"You’re mine!" The American asserted before planting a quick kiss on Heero’s slightly parted lips.

Yes, forever! Heero silently imparted, lost in a world of strange and wonderful sensations. He groaned deep in his throat as Duo began to work his way along the super heated skin of his chest. The heat and wetness of the braided boy’s tongue contrasted sharply with the coolness that followed as the damp trail evaporated. The Japanese boy cried out and arched his back when Duo’s mouth settled to work on a nipple. The suckling pulled, not only physically at the nipple, but also, somehow, at something deep inside him. Heero heard himself moan, but only in a detached sort of way. Duo had started working at the other nipple. The alternating between sucking, lapping, nibbling, and flicking had forced the chocolate-haired boy into a more painful arch. Heero audibly ground his teeth, to keep from screaming, and clenched his eyes shut. A single tear escape to roll back into his hair. That wasn’t the only part of the Japanese boy that was weeping. Heero thrust his hips, smearing pre-cum on the American, in an instinctive attempt to relieve some of the intense pressure building in his throbbing member.

"Duo…" Heero sighed and relaxed, settling back down on the couch.

The braided boy had relinquished the tortured nipple, and was gently kissing down the cobalt-eyed boy’s stomach. Heero tensed, placing his hands on Duo’s head as the American’s lips neared his aching groin. He tried to hurry the other boy along with slight pressure. This simply made Deathscythe’s pilot grin and shake his head at him. He then, very assuredly, insinuated himself between the Japanese boy’s legs, lifting one so that it was draped over the back of the couch, and began to kiss his way up its inner thigh.

Upon reaching his goal, Duo paused a moment before flicking his tongue across the tight ring of muscle that warded Heero’s entrance. The cobalt-eyed boy hissed, squirming slightly, and the American repeated his actions, taking a little more time. When Heero moaned softly, Duo increased the pressure and penetrated past the tight ring. The Japanese boy groaned. Duo quickly took the opportunity to remove his tongue and, placing his index finger in his mouth, liberally coated it in saliva. The braided boy proceeded to slowly insert the digit into Heero’s tight hole. Moving the finger around, he stretched the blue-eyed boy, and brushed lightly at the magic spot. Heero arched off the couch and writhed at Duo’s touch. The American then added another wet finger, bringing a strangled gasp from the chocolate-haired boy, who rammed himself down onto those fingers.

"Heero, careful!" Duo hissed, concerned. "You’re gonna hurt yourself."

"I don’t care, Duo, please!"

"But if we’re gonna do this, we have to do it right or it will hurt like a bitch, Heero."

"Fuck it. I’ve been trained all my life to deal with pain, Duo. I can handle it. I need you. I need something! Now, please!"

Duo nodded, and spitting on his hand, proceeded to lubricate his aching cock. He positioned himself at Heero’s willing entrance and, agonizingly slowly, pressed past the tight ring. Once he buried himself in the tight heat he paused, resting his face in Heero’s neck.

"Stop me if this hurts too much," He whispered and placed a kiss on the Japanese boy’s lips.

Heero kissed him back with such ferocity that Duo felt a further tightening in his loins. This incredibly tight, wet heat was making him lose what little control he had left. The feel of Heero all around him, his smell and the sounds he was making soft, under his breath. It was enough to make him insane. He pulled out slowly, part of the way, before pushing back in, and felt caressed, stroked, loved. He repeated his actions, slowly, deliberately, retreating further and pushing deeper. He could feel every moment, as though time had slowed down, and seconds felt like minutes. He was falling, drowning in sensation. Ecstasy burned through his veins like fire. This would be the death of him!

Heero relaxed, trusting in Duo completely, which surprised him slightly. The braided boy was right, there was some pain but it was negligible. It was nothing compared to the things he was subjected to in the name of training. Besides, there was a much more distracting feeling in play. As Duo stroked him on the inside an intense pleasure slowly welled up. He couldn’t even begin to describe how it felt. It was out of his area of expertise. It became his entire focus, as the tempo increased and the pain melted away.

The heat that was Duo caressed his walls, filling him, and brushed against a spot inside, causing a bolt of ecstasy to course through his entire being. He felt as though he were racing toward something monumental. No, he was climbing, higher and higher. His heart was racing, blood rushing through his veins, and he was gasping for breath. Sweat slid along his scorching skin, evaporating in the cool air of the room, but offered no relief from the burning. He could feel Duo’s skin sliding like silk wherever the braided boy’s hands roamed, and that seemed like everywhere. Pretty soon Heero lost sight of where he ended and Duo began. Suddenly, and inevitably, they peaked. The Japanese boy tensed, muscles clenched around the welcome intruder, as it exploded inside him. Or did it explode because he clenched around it? Heero would never be certain, nor did he care.

Duo buried his face in the crook of Heero’s neck. He could feel the cobalt-eyed boy’s pulse racing against his cheek. It practically matched the pounding of his own through his ears.

As he came down from his high, the American struggled to control his breathing. He could feel Heero’s hot breath on the top of his head. Well at least I’m not the only one having problems. He smiled, absolutely gratified, and, wrapping his arms around a perfect chest, he sighed contentedly. He could stay this way forever.

"Duo." Came a soft whisper a few minutes later. "Are you awake?"

"Mm-hmm"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"You already did." Was his smart-ass reply, "Seriously, you mean?"

He looked up to concerned cobalt eyes. Only to have tears gently wiped from his eyes.

"Are you all right?" Heero fussed.

"I’m perfect, Heero. Man, that was intense. I’ve never felt anything like that before. It was like… It was…"

"Indescribable."

"Exactly, Heero. Who’d of thought that you’d be putting words in my mouth."

Heero had to smirk at that. It was highly unlikely. He continued to run his thumbs along the braided boy’s cheekbones, tracing the path of tears down until he reached soft lips. He opted to kiss those instead.

"Duo." He began, pulling away. "I don’t…I mean…I…"

"What’s wrong, love?"

"I don’t know what to say. I mean, why?"

Duo blinked. "Why, what?"

"Why all this?" He said. An expressive arm sweep, meant to encompass the two of them on the couch, finished his statement. "I don’t understand."

"Hush, Heero." The American placed his fingers over the other boy’s mouth. "Don’t worry about it now. Give it time. You’ll figure it out. There’s only one thing that you have to understand."

He took the Japanese boy’s face in his hands and looked him right in the eye.

"I love you."

~The End~