Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of Gundam Wing.

Warnings: Shounen ai (1+2), this is the first complete one-shot fanfic I ever wrote (and the second GW) so it sucks a lot

'Shit! This is not happening to me!' Violet eyes opened wide staring at the ceiling of his room in a mixture of shock and disbeleif. Finally, it made sense...

The American sat up immeadiatly, his hair was free of it's traditional braid and hung loosely about him, cascading over the lightly toned skin of his bare torso. Silky and glistening in the moonlight from the open window it waved lightly and hung down in it's ebony beauty. The heavy breaths he took, moved his chest in a steady motion up and down. The gentle form of human life. Breathing in the air, while his body adapted to his surroundings.

Duo Maxwell, pilot of the gundam Deathscythe Hell, took a moment for his eye's to adapt to the darkness while his mind was swimming in disbeleif. He had finally made sense of the awkward way he felt around Heero. Damn it! Damn Relena for writing all those fucking letters to the Japanese pilot. Damn Heero for not caring as Duo opened and casually red over them like his nosey self. His mind pulsed in uncontrolled anger.

He had spent all of this night pondering over the Japanese pilot. Heero Yuy. The man was the antichrist himself! How could Duo be in love with him? He was so cold and unfeeling, the man never even frowned! Much less, did he smile. Duo mentally kicked himself. Then he physically kicked himself. Though, unfortunately, as we all know it takes effort to actually kick youself and make it hurt. Duo fell off the bed in his attempt. 'Damnit!'

Jolting himself off of the floor he sat down on the edge of his bed. Why was he mad at Heero? It was he who was in love, not the Japanese pilot. Duo proceeded to sink to the floor beside his bed. That part had just now hit him, and before he was even over the fact that he might be gay! This was not his night.

He ran both of his sweaty hands through his tangled and loose hair, equally as wet from perspiration. Why was this happening to him? Subconsciously his mind ran back to earlier that evening...

Heero's cobalt gaze lowered upon a letter he had received. The neat cursive handwriting was elegant, but childish and immature. Relena Peacecraft still dotted her i's with hearts. The Japanese boy's stomach flipped. Why was she sending him mail? Damnit, he didn't want her stupid mail. The blond fool, she had seemed to have distorted his deathglares into gazes of love.

He opened the mail, reluctantly and began to scan the contence of the letter, neatly folded within the envelope. He was nearly blinded by the bright pink stationary with red hearts. What the hell? He scanned quickly, taking no time to ponder over the girl's mindless rambling. Slowly his gaze stopped. He stared, a frightened look plastered across his face.

Duo had sat looking at a magazine while Heero fiddled with the letter, he had looked up curiously as Heero started to read it. He could tell from the pink of the paper that it was another one of Relena's obssessive love harrassments. Though, it frightened him as well when he saw the other pilot turn green at the edges. It had really shocked him when the Japanese boy clutched at his stomach in pain. 'Damn! He's gonna spew!'

The Japanese boy swallowed hardly, the green paling just a bit. Without a word or glance, Heero Yuy ran down the hall towards the bathroom.

"What the...?" Duo's concern took over him, oddly, as well as his nosiness. He decided he would sneak just one little peak at the letter.

He read the whole thing...

My Beloved Heero Yuy,

How are you, darling? I am fine. Everything here on Earth is just full of happiness lately. My brother and I just had a wonderful lunch today. I have reason to beleive that he likes Ms. Noin. I've been watching him and he seems to faze off at the sound of her name. He feels like you and I do, my dear. Love. I know you haven't told me of your love yet, but I just know you love me, like I love you!

I miss you so, my love, as I know you miss me. I want you to be near me, so we can be together. Everyday you fill my thoughts and without conscious effort your name escapes my lips...

'Yeah, and wakes the dead.' Duo's head was suddenly filled with the all-to-familiar memory of Relena screaming "HEERO!!!!!!!" redundantly. He held back the impulse to laugh.

I'm sure now you know how I feel about you. Though, I fear you know not the extent of my feelings...

'Oh really? I think we have a pretty good idea...' Duo simply rolled his eyes at this as the all-to-familiar memory of Relena screaming "HEERO!!!!!!!" redundantly... again.

I have to tell you how I feel...

'Haven't you already done this?! A THOUSAND TIMES OVER?!' Duo snarled, and continued to read.

I love you...

'Wow, Relena, you're just so full of surprises.' Duo groaned.

Something about you has captured me, I don't know what it is, but it warms me inside. Made me stop to ponder over you. The day that I met you on the beach I knew that we were bound by fate. The way you're eyes shimmered above your hand as you tried to hide your beautiful face. My breath caught, and I had not the strength to introduce myself until you had already gone. Whatever it was, also kept me from anger and tears when you tore up my birthday invitation.

There's something about you, Heero Yuy. Beyond your cold exterior, I know you are just in need of love. My love. Love that I am willing to give to you...

Duo felt something heavy upon his shoulders, though when he turned behind him, nothing was there. The rest of the note was just gossip and shit about the love that she had imagined him having for her. The braided pilot threw the note down, and as he watched it, his eyes envisioned it burning into a small pile of ash upon the kitchen table. He had always hated Relena, now his hate for her was sky rocketing.

But why did he care?

The American had felt it. That Peacecraft girl's note had hit something in him. He didn't approve of any relationship forming between Heero Yuy and that... thing! Something within him had instinctively turned defensive, and he hadn't known why. Who was he to state his approval or disapproval of Heero Yuy and Relena Peacecraft? He knew. A friend. Heero's friend.

Her letter had spoken to Duo, even though it was not meant for him, and he was greatful. It had pushed him into realizing the truth. He loved Heero Yuy, also.

It hadn't been the way the note was written, or the what it said. The complete note was oblivious to him, just one sentence about it had caught his attention from it. That one sentence had set him off. 'Something about you has captured me, I don't know what it is, but it warms me inside...'

Now Duo sat, leaning against his bed's edge, trapped in his thoughts. How could this happen? 'Shit! This is not happening to me!'

He fell asleep.

The loud laughter from downstairs tinged at his ears, pulling the deathscythe pilot from his silent abyss. He had finally gotten to sleep, and now they were waking him up! He looked up over the nightstand, from where he still leaned against the bed. "TWO PM!?" His jaw dropped, he cursed himself silently and got up to get dressed.

His usual black would suffice for the day. He slipped into his clothes quickly, as the laughter from downstairs seemed to die down. Infront of the mirror he stopped, pulling out a brush and a strap of black fabric. With smooth strokes, the brush swept through his long, loose hair. He finally gathered his hair into three ropes of soft brown locks. He wound them together carefully, an elegant braid took shape. When he had finished he gently tied it with the thing shred of black fabric. He watched his eyes light up as he smiled in the mirror.

Why had he been asleep beside the bed? He blinked at his rumpled bedsheets and the floor beside them. He had been thinking about something... He knew he had had trouble getting to sleep, but what had it all been about? He groaned, unable to pick up the memory. "Guess it wasn't important." He sighed and jerked the door open.

The Japanese pilot's eyes widened in surprise for a moment, before returning to their normal unemotional state. His hand had been just about to rap on the door, when it had opened. The split second of shock had been mutual, appearantly, for the moment Duo opened the door to see Heero, he slammed the door shut again. Very quickly, in fact.

Duo pushed himself against the door to prevent the other pilot from opening it. Even though he knew Heero wouldn't even attempt. Heero was Heero, he would simply walk away. His violet gaze rested upon the spot on the floor where he had spent his night, suddenly remembering why he had so much trouble getting to sleep last night. That reason was right outside of his door. He shuddered.

What was Duo doing? Without thought, he pushed the door open.

'Holy shit!' Heero had actually opened the door. That settled it, this was going to be a weird day.

Heero stepped in quietly and he quirked a brow at Duo, who was unmistakably scared out of his mind. "Duo? What are you doing?"

"I... Nothing! I'm just-er... Well, I was going to go downstairs..." Duo silently gasped for breath, the other pilot's presence was incredibly radiating. "You just kind of scared me, for a minute..."

"..." Heero's eyes just stared, unemotionally. "I came to get you up. It's two in the afternoon." The voice was a low monotone.

Duo noticed how frighted he must have looked, and regained his composure, giving his fellow pilot an awkward kind of pat on the back. "Nightmares, ya know. Kind of made me jumpy." He bagan to walk downstairs towards the laughter which was now echoing through the house in great ripples of happiness.

Heero had been walking along side of Duo, non-purposely, until he stopped, like a dear in headlights. His legs would not move, and his breathing and thoughts were drowning in the laughter from downstairs, and who ever was down there. He could decipher feminine voices.

The braided pilot had noticed Heero stopping, and the pale green that seemed to flood the Japanese boy's face. "Yo. Heero? Something wrong?"

His voice was wraspy, and incredibly quiet, all of it was inaudible to Duo's ears, except for one name. "...Relena."

"Uh... Heero, man, you don't look so well. You need some help?" Duo noticed how Heero seemed in danger of exploding into bits of dust right there on the stairs.

Regaining his composure, Heero shook his head, glaring at Duo. He simply walked forward, looking completely normal again. What was that about?

Downstairs company had come over to see Quatre. Several maguanac men were there, and looked as if to be leaving, and sitting on the couch was Relena Peacecraft, herself. She jumped from her seat absolutely excited when she saw Heero come down the stairs shortly ahead of Duo. The braided pilot guessed Heero had gotten up late, too, for the Japanese boy seemed equally as confused at what was going on.

"Heero!" She bounded from the couch, positively glowing with happiness. Her usually white attire and cheery, kind, smile made her who she was...

'An unholy witch sent forth to test the mercy of Shinigami. Shinigami has no mercy, and if Heero didn't see some strange reason to keep you alive, I would have killed you in the beginning.' Duo walked into the vacant kitchen, hiding a scowl.

Heero didn't do anything as she raced across the sitting room to hug him. Maybe she was expecting a hug in return? The Japanese pilot simply stared at her, nothing written on his tan face. Relena had drew back quickly looking up at him.

"You got my letter?" Her eye's dropped to the ground, sorrowful and teary.

"Hn," was Heero's cold reply.

"Can we talk..?" Her voice was meek, as she tugged at the long shirt sleeve of Heero's new green overshirt.

The Japanese pilot inwardly groaned as she dragged him into the kitchen.

Duo was digging through the refrigerator, clumbsily dropping things onto the floor that he didn't want to get them out of his way. "Gur... There's nothing good in here!" He muttered to himself, dropping a tuperware container holding some unknown brown substance covered by green fuzz. "Geez... What the hell WAS this?"

He swung his braid back over his shoulder from where it had fallen, he pulled out a can of pepsi, and quietly turned around to see Relena and Heero just blinking at him. He smiled brightly turning back to the fridge, out of the corner he saw the way Relena clung to the Japanese pilot's shirt. 'That cannibalistic witch is going to eat him!'

Duo mentally kicked himself. "Don't mind me, just looking for something to eat."

Appearantly, Relena felt it the time to share her much unwanted 'advice' with the American. "Duo, this is a private conversation about matters unconcerning you. You may come back when we are finished." Ok, she was a cure late with the 'advice' but, DUo saw it coming either way as the blond eyed the mess he'd made on the floor. "You know, if you simply cleaned out your refridgerator once in a while you wouldn't have this problem. Organization is everything, so get organized." She shook her head in pity, as Duo stood up to face her.

Heero had simply recluded to stand behind Relena and looking down at his feet with bland interest in anything. He shot a glare at the both of them every so often.

"Excuse me, but maybe I'm not responsible for the 'unorganization'-" He spat the word as if it were the very spawn of Satan itself, but no, that was not possible. The spawn of Satan stood before him in the form of a wretched witch, luckily she had released Heero from her evil grasp. "-of this fridge! You know I don't live here by myself! If I did, I sure wouldn't have invited 'you' over." He rolled his eyes.

Relena had been fully aware of Duo's hate for her shortly after they met. She had returned the feeling completely. So, it was no surprise when she just smirked. "And if you had, I wouldn't have come. I don't associate with germs." She narrowed her eyes at him, menacingly.

It wasn't that she was threatening to the American. Hardly! It was just the way that she had Heero, that made her so worthy of his hatred. He hadn't known why he hadn't liked her at the beginning, when he really hadn't even known Heero. He just hated 'her' and who she was. Now he had more of a reason to his hate.

He said the first thing that came to him, "Then how do you live with yourself?" He opened the pepsi, walking past them, to leave the kitchen leaving the mess in the floor.

"You aren't going anywhere until you clean this up!" She demanded sharply, turning to catch Duo's arm as he left.

He shook her off as if his arm was on fire, sharply and quick. "Don't touch me. If you have such a problem with the mess- clean it up yourself!" His tone was like fire in itself, it burnt with his hatred for the blond, and he hadn't bothered to mask any of it.

Heero had been listening to all this, and he had been completely shocked. Relena and Duo seemed to completely hate each other! Why hadn't he observed this earlier? Relena's haughty attitude had not surprised Heero in the least, but Duo... He had seen the color empty from Duo's stunning violet eyes. He had heard the unmistakable hatred in Duo's voice, he also had felt the burn of the words, he couldn't help but fear that Duo's anger was partly his fault. Duo had shaken him, scared him, he could feel his hands trembling with the fluid feeling of fear. Duo was always so happy... what had gotten into him? Why did Relena and Duo hate each other so much?

Duo slumped across the room to sit on the now, unoccupied couch, holding his pepsi. "Gods, you people are loud! What was all the laughing about?"

Quatre and Trowa sat close together, Trowa stroking the small blond's hair as he leaned on his shoulder. "We were just talking with some of the maguanacs who brought Relena over to see Heero, safely." Quatre's voice was cheery as he smiled across the room at Duo, from him and his lover's own couch.

Rolling his eyes, Duo propped his feet up on the coffee table and crossed them, ignoring Quatre's disapproving look. "Heh, well at least it woke me up."

Wufei wasn't in sight, the Chinese boy was probably out doing whatever Wufei does. Not much, knowing Wufei. He was probably just screaming at people on the streets about injustice and critisizing the women who crossed his path now and then. He would called them "weak onnas" and threaten to destroy them or something. That's what Wufei does, right?

"Yeah, Duo, it's late for even you to be getting up. Is something wrong?" Quatre picked his head up, leaning forward and looking Duo over with concern flooding his light aqua eyes.

"Had some trouble getting to sleep, nightmares, ya know. Nothing to worry about." The braided pilot smiled, taking his feet down from the coffee table, his anger beginning to subside.

"Now that we are alone," Relena pulled Heero deeper into the kitchen, trying to hold his cold gaze in her own deepness. She pulled herself into his arms, wrapping them around herself on her own. "You have to know... Everything in the letter... It was true. And-And I just know that you feel the same..."

Heero didn't know what to do. He wasn't a close person, and being so close the Relena was unnerving. He made no effort to embrace Relena, he just stood, unknowing what to do. She hugged against him, and he wanted to push her away. He drew his hands up pushing her off of him, and he took a step back, shaking his head. He turned and walked from the room without a word. He had no words to say. He didn't know. There was no other words to describe him at the moments other than 'he didn't know'. He wasn't clear on anything since last night.

The American hadn't had nearly as bad a night as the Japanese boy had. Heero Yuy had gotten one hour of sleep last night. Thoughts troubled his head, and he had been unable to will them away for sleep. He had thought about everything, even Duo. He didn't know what it was but Duo had seemed odd last night after reading Relena's letter. The American seemed dazed for the rest of the evening, but appearantly it had worn off this morning. 'Maybe...' Heero stopped in his tracks, 'Duo likes... Relena?' He felt awkwardly dizzy for a moment, walking into the den to take a seat with the others.

It all made perfect sense to him! Heero shuddered, inwardly. Duo and Relena? He couldn't even manage to picture them together in his mind. It made sense, though! 'Duo was so upset when Relena wrote about being inlove with me, that he began to act weird. Then, when he got all mad at Relena in the kitchen, I had felt some of his anger directed towards me. Maybe he's mad at me because she hangs all over me? That makes sense... right?'

He sat down on the other end of Duo's couch, and was greeted by Quatre and Trowa's smiling faces. Duo did nothing. The braided pilot turned the pepsi can in his hand quietly staring at it, deep in thought. 'Thinking about Relena?' A scowl covered Heero's tan unemotional face as he glanced at Duo. He didn't know why, but he completely disapproved of anything romantic happening between his American teammate and the 'ex-queen of the world'. What right did he have to disapprove of anything between them? None... But he couldn't help it.

Duo had appearantly saw the glare, and sunk into the couch away from Heero, a fearful look crossing his face. Relena, as she walked in had seem it too, though she had mistranslated it as a defence for her. So Heero did love her after all. She put on a haughty smirk and sat between Duo and Heero. As she did so she glared viciously at Duo, he eyes screaming "Heero will kill you if you ever talk to me like that again!"

Violet eyes went hard and looked to the floor, if it was so, maybe Heero would be the last thing he saw before he died... Death didn't seem that bad, after all. Though, Heero angry at him... His mind drifted off, and his eyes narrowed. He was silent, staring at the floor. When he did break out of this, all he saw was Relena trying to cuddle with Heero at the other end of the couch. He couldn't see Heero's reaction to this but Duo was sure it wasn't a negative one.

He had figured it out! Heero's odd behavior when Relena was around, was clear to him, now. Hilde had once told Duo what it was like when she had her first crush. She had felt kind of sick, like everything she was going to do was wrong, like she would mess up and he would think she was stupid. She had gotten sick when he was near, until finally she learned to just be herself. When that had happened, he had began to notice her, and he had even given her her first kiss. Maybe that was what Heero was going through?

Heero had seemed to get sick around Relena, he seemed almost miserable holding in his feelings for her. Maybe he was learning to be the Heero nobody knew around Relena, and she loved him for it. He was learning to love... But what he was learning to love made Duo cringe.The braided pilot sighed to himself. At least Heero would be happy. That's all he really wanted. 'As long as you're happy, Heero.'

Like that, he gave up. Duo Maxwell surrendered his secret object of unknown affection to an unholy witch who's touch burned flesh to ashes. 'Shinigami has no mercy, for you Relena but when Heero's there to protect you... I will make an exception. Heero is yours, you love him, he loves you. Make him happy or I will take your soul. I give you my word.'

Duo felt like hell had frozen over. He had just noticed how cold it was in Quatre's large safehouse. He rose to his feet, his head pounding with a sudden migrane. He inhaled through clenched teeth and sighed. He felt awful, as if he were suddenly sick. Suddenly very sick. He just wanted to curl up into a ball and die. "Uh... I'm just gonna go back to my room... I'll talk to you all later."

Quatre turned his attention away from his lover to look up at Duo, who was swaying just a bit. "Aa! Duo? Are you ok!?"

A wave of sudden dizziness washed upon him with great force and Duo slumped backwards, falling into the wall behind him. He dropped his soda, which now lay in the midst of a beige spot it creatred on the white carpet. His head went back as he felt his back come in impact with the hard wall behind him. He felt the back of his head knock against the wall as well, nothing hard enough to make him bleed, but give him a powerful shock, yes.

He was on the floor before he knew it, and Quatre was the first one up. Like a bolt of lightening, Quatre was by Duo, feeling the American's forhead temperature and checking Duo's eyes. Anything he thought would help. "Trowa go get me a wash cloth and some ice water, please."

"No... Not cold." Duo shivered violently against the floor. "It's too cold... already." He didn't know what was happening. Just moments ago he felt fine, now he wanted to die.

"Duo, you're burning up! I'm surprised you're not bursting into flames right now!" Quatre grabbed Duo's right arm and attempted to stop the American from shivering violently, and causing total chaos. "Aa! I can't hold him-"

His arms were suddenly gripped tightly and held down with emmense pressure. Cobalt eyes stared into his own faded violet as Heero Yuy pinned a stunned Duo Maxwell to the ground. The American was unable to move as the shivers ran through his body like earthquakes, each one tearing away at his soul, his very existance shattering before their pressure. He was going to snap, and he knew it.

'No matter what action I take-giving up any hope on you and me, I know there is none, and letting you be happy- I am never going to get over you. You don't just get over love. I'll never get over you. I just wish I could make you happy... I wish I could tell you... but I can't.' Everything slowed before Duo's eyes, all that was there was Heero. Duo stopped trying to move.

Heero's eyes. The were so cold, but it wasn't that coldness that Duo saw right now. He had no idea what it was, but he liked it. It warmed his freezing prison. 'Something about you has captured me, I don't know what it is, but it warms me inside...' Duo felt another wave of pain overcome him.

"Take me."

Everything went black.

As the American fell to darkness, Heero moved to lean against the wall beside Duo. Had he just heard that right? 'Duo...' He gripped at the wall for support as he looked down at Duo's silent body. The violet eyes that had shown him such expression were closed in a fitful slumber. Every once in a while Duo would twitch or turn in pain or discomfort. Heero's breaths were short but deep, and breathing so quickly heated his face and body, covering him with sweat in no time. Quatre and Trowa washed over the braided pilot's hot face with a cold wash cloth. As Relena was stood behind them all, minorly curious in this suddent event. She was overjoyed to see Heero was free for her again, though.

"Oh, Heero!" She dashed over to him, her hair ruffling about her as she landed in his lap. "Heero, what's wrong? You're not getting sick too, ka? Oh, Heero, I know you love me now! You even tackled that..." She threw a disgusted glance at Duo's unconscious body, "...beast, for me! I knew you loved me, Heero!" She threw her arms around him, hugging to him tightly.

It happened again. He didn't know what to do. He had been trained to fight, not act all close and romantic. 'Fighting is all I know how to do...' His eyes turned from Duo to the tear form of Relena who was in utter bliss in his lap. '... So fight I will.' With amazing strength, he pushed Relena off of him, sending her sprawling across the floor.

If he ever got close or romantic with anyone, though, he knew it wouldn't be Relena. His mind seemed to churn in thought and one by one his questions were answered. Do I love Relena? 'No.' Does Duo love Relena? 'No.' ((Does anyone love Relena? 'No. Go to Hell, bitch.')) What did Duo mean? 'He loves you.' Heero stood, shock flooding his senses, he was so preoccupied with his thoughts, he didn't notice everyone who was staring at him like he had gone crazy.

'Do I love Duo?' Heero's mind spun, and he, also felt a bit dizzy. His body seemed to be freezing, ice cold on the inside, but on the outside his perspiration was showing otherwise. This must have been when Duo felt like. 'So this is what it feels like to find out, ne, Duo?' He kept himself from falling, or even moving at all for that matter, instead... He just looked to Duo, and then to Quatre and Trowa who were watching nervously. "I'll take him to his room." His voice was monotone as usual.

Trowa nodded, silently, "I'll go call the doctor."

"No."

Trowa quirked the only brow visable behind his long hair. Quatre looked up with concern, "This could be serious. Duo made need emergency medical attention! His temperature is too high, and-"

"No." Heero's tone was quiet.

"We can't just hope he dosen't die, Heero! We're calling a doctor!" Quatre stood up. His voice was firm and steady. True, the small arabian wasn't what you would call 'threatening', but he wasn't all soft like it appeared. His voice showed determination, as his eyes flickered with it as well.

Unfortunately, Heero was even more determined than the blond, and his voice shot ice through Quatre's spine. "No. He's not going to die from this, he's not going to be remotely hurt in the least. Everyone deals with it at sometime, and everyone deals with it in a different way. This is just Duo's way of dealing with it... Like mine... getting sick."

Relena was the one who spoke up this time, she was infuriated, and anger plastered across her face, red with embarrassment and hurt. "And what his 'it'?"

Heero knelt down, and picked Duo up, carefully in his arms. He rested the American's head on his chest, and stood to carry him upstairs. "You'll find out when 'it' comes to you."

He left them, all three of them utterly confused. He could've cared less at that moment. All that mattered to him at that moment was the boy he held in his arms. The boy he loved. The ghost of a smile danced upon his lips as he felt the boy waking up.

Duo was very surprised to wake up in the arms of Heero Yuy. He didn't say anything as Heero carried him in the direction of his room. After last night's late night thinking session, at which he had come to the conclusion he was in love with Heero, fatigue had finally claimed him. What sleep he had had last night had been restless, and now he was officialy tired. He tried to move his lips to speak to the Japanese boy who held him, but his energy was gone. The Japanese boy looked equally tired.

The door opened to reveal Duo's dark room. It was still daylight outside, maybe only about three in the afternoon, but the curtains blocked sunlight from the room. While it was daytime and time to be having fun, it was night in this room. They liked it better that way.

Heero pushed the door closed behind him with his foot as he carried Duo into the dark room that was Duo's sanctuary. He lay the boy down upon the ruffled bedsheets, obviously the American had had a restless sleep the night before, and took a seat on the side of the bed, looking down at Duo, who he could see clearly once his eyes adjusted to the darkness.

The pilot of Deathscythe Hell quivered in fear looking up at Heero's face. The Japanese pilot's eyes looked down straight into his clear violets. Without thinking, Duo raised his hand brushing against the side of Heero's face. His skin was smooth, like silk. His hand was caught almost as soon as he touched his teammate's cheek. 'Oh God, he's gonna kill me...'

Heero's hand clasped gentle over Duo's and pressed against the bed. Heero leaned forward and pressed his lips softly to Duo's. The kiss was short, but sweet. When Duo open his eyes again Heero was staring at him again, but his eyes weren't blank, and they weren't cold. They spoke a thousand rhymes and songs, each spoke to him. It was clear, Heero loved him. He loved Heero. That was how it was supposed to be.

He softly tugged Heero down to lay beside him, by taking hold of the collar on Heero's new shirt. Once laying down beside the Japanese boy he leaned over to kiss the boy, more of a kiss this time. It was longer and he actually felt the other boy's tongue in his mouth. He sighed softly. Heero tasted like creamy vanilla.

Licking his lips, Duo laid his head upon Heero's shoulder as the Japanese boy hugged him closer. Then, resting his hand on his love's chest he lifted his head to say only one more thing. "Take me?" where the words that escaped from parted lips.

A smile danced upon Heero's lips as he pushed Duo's hand back upon his shoulder. "I take you, Duo."

"Love me?" Duo could feel the Japanese boy pause before brushing Duo's bangs from his face.

"I love you, Duo."

While daylight was reigning sovereign over the others of the house, and outside of it's walls. It was night. Blissful darkness wrapping around their bodies in a warm embrace, welcoming them to the peace of the night. Both, tired of the day, and open to sleep, fell into their dreams side by side. 'I can sleep, I know that you take me. Take me for who I am. Take me for my love. Take me into your arms. I love you, Heero Yuy...

'Something about you has captured me, I don't know what it is, but it warms me inside...'

Notes

None.