Duo Maxwell lay sprawled belly-down on Heero Yuy's bed, propped up on his elbows, as he chewed on the end of his pen with an intense frown of concentration. In front of him was an open textbook and various piles of paper which appeared to be scattered about for effect, rather than actually being useful.

Next to the bed, at his desk, sat Heero Yuy, pencil flying across the piece of paper in front of him.

Duo pulled the pen from his mouth with a pop, and peered across at his fellow Gundam pilot. "Heeeeeero-kun?" He asked, with a disarming smile.

His only reply was the scratch of the pencil as Heero continued writing, obviously ignoring him. Duo scowled. If there was one thing he hated, it was being ignored. He transferred the scowl from the side of Heero's head, down to his textbook, and back up to Heero again.

"I don't get this at all." Duo sighed. "Heero, will you do my maths homework for me?"

The pencil didn't pause as Heero answered. "No."

Duo pouted at the stoic pilot. "Why not?"

"Because it's _your_ homework."

Duo heaved a dramatic sigh. "I don't see why we have to homework anyhow. I mean, we're Gundam pilots, right? We fight for freedom and justice for all. Why should we have to do this stuff?"

"It was _your_ idea to enrol in this school with me. You wanted us to be like 'normal' kids, remember? That means: homework." Heero spoke without lifting his eyes from the page in front of him.

"Yes, yes, don't remind me." There was silence as Duo turned back to his textbook, ostensibly absorbed in the symbols and numbers contained therein. A few moments later, the silence was broken as he piped up, hopefully, "Well, how about this? You do my maths homework for me and I do your English homework for you? Fair trade."

"No."

"Awwwwww, why not? I'm good at English!"

"Sensei doesn't seem to think so. I believe it was the slang and profanity she objected to."

Duo sat up, attempting to look offended. "I was just trying to make it more interesting. I mean, 'The cat is black. His sister is a nurse.' How boring can you get? Besides which, how does she know I didn't mean the _other_ sort of hooker, you know, like in rugby?" Duo sulked, as he flopped back down onto his belly.

Heero declined to answer, tapping out some numbers on his calculator then scribing them neatly onto the page.

Duo brightened again. "Hey, what about geography? I could do your geography homework?"

"Vienna is _not_ the capital of Australia."

Duo sighed in disgust. "Well, I was close! Austria, Australia, what's the difference?"

"Only about 12000 kilometers."

Duo mumbled incoherently as he sunk more teethmarks into his pen, wishing it was Heero Yuy's arm. For a few more moments, he scanned the lines of the textbook, hoping that somehow, this time, they would make sense. But they remained stubbornly obscure. He flipped the book shut with a dull thud as he clambered off the bed.

"Well, at least let me see how you're doing it." Duo wandered over to the desk, attempting to peer over Heero's shoulder.

Finally, Heero looked up from his page, to favour Duo with an icy glare. "Get lost, Duo."

"Awww, don't be like that. I just need a hint or two." Duo draped an arm around Heero's shoulders for balance as he leant down, trying to make out the numbers.

"Duo... what are you doing?" Heero's tone held a combination of irritation and alarm, as he finally gave his full attention to the other pilot.

"Nothing." Duo replied innocently, as he slipped one hand under Heero's shirt.

An instant later Duo found himself with his back to the wall, Heero's hands around his throat. His blue eyes widened a little as the fingers pressed against his windpipe threateningly. That was more drastic than he had anticipated. Still, it _had_ succeeded in getting Heero's undivided attention. For a moment, neither of the pilots moved, eyes locked together as they tested each other's will.

Behind his back, Duo set one palm against the wall, and then abruptly pushed himself forwards. Heero, having braced his feet against the floor to hold Duo in place, bent his arms automatically, and suddenly found a very wet, warm mouth against his own.

In shock, Heero's hands loosened. Encouraged, Duo ran his tongue along Hereo's lower lip, and then slipped it inside his mouth. It was warm and sweet, and Duo breathed a small breath of contentment, as he kissed Heero deeply.

A few moments later, Heero came to his senses, jerking away and stumbling backwards.

"Duo... what... what...?" Never one for expressiveness, Heero now seemed utterly lost for words.

"Bribery," replied Duo cheerfully.

"What?!"

Duo took a step forwards, suddenly relishing the feeling of being in control of the situation, and in particular, in control of Heero Yuy. "It's called quid pro quo. There's something I want you to do for me, and in return, I do something for you." Another step forwards, as he stalked his prey. Heero peered back at him, caught between anger and astonishment.

Slowly, as though calming a frightened animal, Duo slid an arm around Heero's waist, gently pulling him closer. A final step, and their hips were pressed together. Duo was gratified to feel that Heero was just as aroused as he himself was. He wrapped the other arm around Heero's neck, and again pressed his lips to Heero's reddened mouth.

An instant later, he found himself lying flat out on the floor where Heero had thrown him, head spinning. Well, that hadn't gone exactly as planned. He supposed it was better than being shot though, which, when it came to Heero, was definitely on the list of possible reactions. He sat up slowly, wishing the floor would stay put.

Heero was standing in the middle of the room, staring down at Duo as if the longhaired boy had lost his mind.

"Heero, will you just relax? It's not as if I'm about to bite you. Unless you ask nicely, of course." At the look on Heero's face, Duo hastily amended, "I'm kidding. Seriously." He rubbed the back of his head as he peered up at Heero woefully. "Sit down, will you, you're giving me a crick in the neck."

Watching Duo as one might watch a poisonous snake that appeared ready to strike, Heero sat gingerly on the edge of the bed.

"Duo... " Heero's voice had a catch in it, and Duo wondered whether it was anger, fear, or perhaps something else entirely?

Duo knelt back on his haunches, peering at Heero earnestly. "Look. You don't have to do anything, and if you want me to stop all you have to do is say so. But you never know, you might enjoy it." He flicked his eyes from Heero's face down to Heero's crotch and back up again. Unconsciously, he ran a tongue over his bottom lip in anticipation.

"Just... try not to throw me anywhere, will ya?" Tentatively, Duo leaned forwards and rested his hands lightly on Heero's knees. When Heero failed to react, Duo shuffled slightly closer, rubbing his thumbs lightly, slowly, in circles on the insides of Heero's thighs. Was it his imagination, or was there a flicker of response in Heero's eyes, somewhere behind the impassive stare?

Slowly, Duo moved forwards again, his hands working their way even further towards Heero's hips. This time he knew it wasn't his imagination, as Heero's knees moved further apart to accommodate his shoulders, and he had to force himself to contain a triumphant smile. His hands finally made their way to Heero's hips, encircling his waist briefly before sliding down to run over the curves of Heero's backside.

There they sat for a moment, eyes still locked on one another. Then Duo slid his hands upwards, underneath Heero's shirt, to run his fingers over the contours of Heero's back and chest. Heero's skin was warm and smooth under Duo's palms, and he closed his eyes as he let the sensation of touch eclipse his other senses. He felt Heero's shoulders tilting backwards slightly, as he rested his weight on his arms, stretched out behind him.

Small nubs under his fingertips now, as he caressed Heero's nipples gently, wondering what it might be like to take one in his mouth. Soon, perhaps, if he dared. And then his hands were sliding down again, until they came to rest on the waistband of Heero's trousers.

He opened his eyes again, peering up at Heero questioningly. Heero said nothing, stare as impassive as always. But his body gave him away, as Duo noted the hardness pressing at the material beneath his hands. Carefully, he undid the button and the zip, still watching Heero for any reaction. Nothing.

And then he dropped his eyes to the focus of his attention, as he slipped his hand inside Heero's underwear, to take the shaft between his fingers. Hot in his hand, and slick, as he trailed his fingers across the seeping tip, and then back down the length.

After a few moments, he lifted the elastic over Heero's length, freeing it so that he could run his eyes over it with relish, following the trail of his fingers. He looked back up at Heero, but the other boy seemed neither to condone nor condemn his desire, stare as unreadable as always. Maddening, to Duo, but not discouraging. A challenge.

Hesitantly, bracing himself for a possible blow, Duo leant forward and licked the wetness from the tip. But there was still no reaction, and he smiled to himself as he ran his tongue around the crown, savouring the saltiness. If Heero didn't object, then he was damn well going to do what he had desired to do for so long.

Finally, he took the entire head in his mouth, suckling gently as he took it a little further in, and then a little further. And finally there was a response, as Heero made a small, desperate sound, lifting his hips off the bed in an attempt to push more deeply into Duo's mouth.

Obligingly, Duo took him more deeply, until his nose was brushing dark curls. Then he slid up, off Heero again, to lick at the ridge down the underside of Heero's shaft, and then encircle him once again. He could hear Heero's breathing becoming ragged as he continued his ministrations, and he smirked to himself. At last he'd found a way to break Heero's icy composure. And what a pleasurable method it was, too.

Slowly he built up a rhythm, varying it just enough to tease Heero into frustration before soothing him as he increased his pace and pressure. Before too long, Heero's hand had crept around to the base of Duo's neck to tangle his fingers in the thick braid there.

Duo let Heero pull his head down yet again. Faster, he moved, at Heero's urging, and then he found his mouth filling with salty liquid as Heero cried out, jerked upwards and came.

Quickly Duo swallowed, smiling in eminent satisfaction as he gently licked Heero clean. Heero flopped back on the bed in exhaustion, sending various loose pieces of paper into flight. Considerately, Duo re-fastened his trousers for him, and then sprawled backwards onto the floor.

"Well now, that wasn't so terrible, was it?" Duo couldn't keep the grin from his face, as Heero managed to turn onto his side and peer over the edge of the bed. His cheeks were still flushed and his eyes dark, Duo noticed.

"Worth a few maths questions, you think?" Duo grinned cheekily up at his fellow pilot.

Mutely, Heero nodded.

Duo grinned smugly as he stood and began collecting up the scattered papers into a pile, wincing a little as it occurred to him that he would have to do something about the tightness in his own pants soon.

"Duo...?"

"Mmmm?" Duo set the papers in a messy pile on the desk and turned lazily to plonk himself on the bed at Heero's feet.

"I'm also competent in physics. And chemistry. And biology, and history, and..."

Duo simply grinned wider, if that were possible.