untitled Sad Fic
Heero looked down at Duo. He stroked Duo's hair, caressing the braid
that was draped over his shoulder so that it could be seen.
"I love you." Heero told him. "I always will."
There was no response to these words, nor to the tender kiss Heero
planted upon Duo's lips.
Then, Heero stepped back from the coffin, a tear trickling down his
cheek as he recalled the moment of Duo's death..
****
It had been Christmas Eve and all five pilots had been very jubilant
as they looked forward to spending the holiday together
Wufei and Trowa had been making cookies in the kitchen, including a
series of gingerbread men, one of which was decorated with an open
mouth and a braid (to represent Duo).
The real Duo, in the meantime, had been busy hanging the remaining
few decorations with Heero.
He had been reaching up to hang the end of a "HAPPY HOLIDAYS!" banner
when the stepladder he was standing on overbalanced and toppled over.
Duo had fallen with a stunned cry, and Heero dove to catch him,
managing to do so just in time.
"My love!" Duo had exclaimed, throwing his arms around Heero.
"Are you okay?" Heero had asked Duo, concernedly.
"I'm in your arms." Duo had smiled, "How could I not be okay?"
They had heard a noise and had turned to Quatre, who had cleared his
throat.
Quatre was pointing at the sprig of mistletoe on the ceiling above
Duo and Heero.
Duo grinned, hugged Heero tightly, and gave him a long, deep kiss,
slipping his tongue into Heero's mouth, and giving a delighted moan
when Heero responded to the kiss.
"Excuse us." Heero said, politely, as he carried Duo out of the
living room and in the direction of his bedroom.
Quatre gave a knowing chuckle and proceeded to fix up the rest of the
decorations.
"You know," Duo had told Heero, as they removed each other's
clothes, "this is gonna be the best Christmas we ever had together. I
promise! Just you wait and see."
"I'm sure you're right." Heero had replied as he lowered Duo onto
bed. He wished Duo would stop yapping. He'd grinned as he came up
with the perfect solution to the problem.
"We're gonna have a wonderful holiday and.. MMPH!"
Heero had grinned at Duo, who's mouth was now full of Heero's cock.
Duo had blinked in surprise a couple times, rather endearingly Heero
thought. Then he had begun nursing Heero's cock as if he were a
starving kitten.
Heero had moaned with delight and shifted himself into a classic
sixty-nine position, taking Duo's cock into his own mouth. He smiled
inwardly as he heard Duo's moan of pleasure.
The two pilots had sucked and bobbed voraciously at each other's
cocks, each determined to make the other come first. Both had held
back their orgasms as long as they could, and both came
simultaneously.
"That was wonderful." Duo had sighed, flinching away when Heero tried
to push a finger into him.
"I wish you'd let me make love to you." Heero had also sighed as he
caressed Duo's cock, lovingly. "So far all we've done is sixty-nine
each other."
"I will when I'm ready." Duo had promised as he sat up and pulled his
clothes on. "Come on, let's get back to our chores."
Heero sighed. He'd pulled his own clothes on and followed Duo into
the living room.
"How'd it go?" Quatre had grinned.
"He's still a virgin." Heero had shrugged.
"Sixty-nine again?" Quatre had rolled his eyes.
Duo had blushed for a moment, then had broken out into laughter for
no apparent reason.
"What?" Heero had asked.
"I'm just happy." Duo had beamed.
Duo and Heero had been in the middle of another feeding frenzy,
sexually speaking, when Duo pulled his mouth off of Heero's painfully
erect shaft.
"DUO!" Heero had moaned in protest. His protest turned to delight,
however, when Duo moved himself into so that they were face to face.
"Take me." Duo had whispered, against Heero's lips.
Heero had reached over and dipped two fingers into the small tub of Vaseline on the night stand. (he'd been keeping it there just in
case) then had pushed his fingers into Duo, moving them around inside
him until Duo was relaxed and ready.
Duo had looked back at Heero impatiently, then gave a gasp of delight
as Heero's cock had penetrated him. He'd thrust back to meet every
thrust of Heero's cock
Heero hadn't known when it happened, but at some point during their
lovemaking, he'd torn Duo. Just once. Unfortunately in doing so he'd
severed an artery.
Duo must have felt it, but he hadn't complained. On the contrary,
he'd gone on thrusting back at Heero, crying out in pleasure as they
both came.
"Merry Christmas, Heero." Duo had yawned, sleepily. "I hope you liked
your present."
"I loved it." Heero had whispered. "And I love you."
Duo had snuggled against Heero, and had drifted off to sleep,
both of them unaware that Duo was bleeding to death.
*****
"I'm sorry." Heero whispered to the lifeless body of his friend and
lover. He turned from the coffin and walked back over to the other
pilots.
Quatre drew Heero into his arms and kissed his forehead, soothingly.
Then he led him back over to where the other pilots were all standing
around, talking.
"I know you all probably hate me." Heero told them. "After all, I
killed Duo..."
"It was an accident." Trowa replied. "None of us hate you."
"Duo's death was tragic," Wufei agreed, "but it wasn't your fault.
And none of us blame you."
Heero took a deep breath. It would take a long time for him to heal,
he realized.
-----Owari-----