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Ah, Duo thought happily as he stretched out onto his bed, finally, just some time to relax. The others were all out on missions-even Wufei was gone. The Winner residence was eerily quiet. But that was just fine with him. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had time to kick back, relax and spend time on himself. Happy, lively music began to play in his room, and Duo wondered how his stone-faced friend was doing on his mission. The past few days he'd been acting kind of strange, not eating and sleeping a lot. But that wasn't really his concern anyway. There was a knock on the door. Duo swore. No one was supposed to be back for at least another day and a half! "Come in!" he called, turning the music down.
It was Heero. Only his face was illuminated; he had dark circles under his bright blue eyes.
"Hey Heero, don't just stand there-"
Heero collapsed on the floor.
"K'so!" Duo knelt by the Japanese boy. "Are you okay, Heero?" he asked, trying to keep his concern out of his voice. He nodded mutely, and struggled to get up, but could not. It was frightening to see the Perfect Soldier unable to even stand on his own.
Duo gathered the boy into his arms, horrified at how little he weighed. When had he lost so much weight? "Baka!" Duo scolded, and gently laid Heero onto the bed. He lay there, pupils dilated slightly and his chest heaving. Duo felt his forehead, and pulled away suddenly, as if burned.
"You're burning up!" he accused. "How long have you been sick?" Heero shrugged as best he could. "Perfect Soldier, my ass," he snapped. "You're not going anywhere until you're better."
Heero opened his mouth as if to protest, but instead erupted into a coughing fit that lasted almost a minute. When he pulled away, there were flecks of crimson on his palms. Duo didn't notice, though, and ran off to the bathroom to get a cold compress.
"Don't worry, I'm going to take good care of you!" he chirped. Heero groaned. What had he done to deserve this?
Duo sighed happily. Heero was fast asleep in lala-land, his fever had started to go down, and most importantly...
He had HEERO lying in his bed, dressed only in his boxers, the blanket pulled up to his waist exposing his gorgeous body. What a sex-beast, Duo thought, settling down on the end of the bed to stare at him. He wondered what it would be like to run his hands over his chest, to feel those muscles under his palm. The very thought made him giggle.
What you do to me, he thought dryly, and fell asleep on the floor soon after.
He woke the next morning to the pleasant sight of Heero, still sleeping off his sickness, having kicked off his blanket in the night. Duo bent to retrieve it, then paused. Heero was murmuring something in his sleep.
Duo crept closer, and started as Heero suddenly woke, rubbing at his pretty blue eyes. "Duo?" he asked softly, his voice groggy.
Duo made a great display of feeling his forehead; the fever was gone. "All better!" he said, bouncing on the bed happily, but his smile was forced.
Heero cracked a smile, and moved to sit up. "Duo, I-" Then his words were lost in a round of coughs, but this time Duo didn't miss the blood. He reached out and caught Heero's hands, stained with the dried flecks of blood from the previous night.
"You're still sick," Duo said. "Stay there." He raced to the kitchen, and began rummaging through the cupboards until he found what he was looking for. It was a purple syrup in a clear plastic bottle, and smelled a little too sweet.
"Here," he said forcefully. Heero glowered at him, then reached for the spoon. Duo pulled it away.
"Nope. You were too childish to admit that you were sick, so now I'm going to treat you like a child. Open up," he said, loving every minute. "Aw! Poor baby! Here, I'll do Wing Gundam for you!" With that, he began passing the spoon in front of his face, making strange guttural noises that could never have passed for a Gundam's inner processes.
"Duo, omae o korosu," Heero said, but soon fell asleep after swallowing the medicine. Duo smiled-Heero was too cute when he started with the "I will kill you" bit.
Still...
Duo wondered if he was misreading Heero. After all, it was relatively easy to; he rarely showed any kind of emotion and when he did, it was often ambiguous. If Duo was wrong, then he was setting himself up for heartbreak. But it he was right... Lord the payoffs"!
Duo made a face at the sleeping pilot beside him. He purred softly in his sleep as Duo ran his fingers through his dark brown hair. Likes that, does he? Duo thought mischievously, and slid his hands over Heero's back, gently kneading the tense muscles. Heero moaned outright, his mind asleep but his body enjoying the massage.
Stop, you fool! part of him cried. Don't ruin your chances! If he wakes up, you're less than chicken shit on a wall.
But Duo couldn't bring himself to pull away from the satiny skin; it was even softer than he'd imagined. He loved the feel of it in his hands, the way Heero shifted in response to his touch. Briefly, he allowed himself to wonder what it would feel like if he lowered a hand to Heero's... He 'eep'ed as strong hands caught his.
Oops, he thought sheepishly.
Oops is right, you little piece of less than chicken shit, his mind replied sadly.
"What are you doing, Duo?" Heero asked sleepily.
A silly grin lit up Duo's face. It was a long shot, but... "Just enjoying the view," he said.
Heero whirled around. "What?" His voice was dangerously low.
"You heard me," Duo replied nonchalantly, and turned Heero so he faced him. Heero's eyes widened as Duo leaned closer, closer, until he could almost feel his lips on his.
"Don't," he whispered, and then Duo captured Heero's mouth, pressing his lips onto Heero's.
"Don't do what?" he asked wickedly. "This?" Duo began to kiss his chest, teasing the sensitive skin around Heero's nipples. The gorgeous Japanese pilot made a soft sound of surprise.
"Duo-," he panted, "not that I'm-oh my-complaining-ah!-but why now?" Duo paused in his ministrations long enough to smile reassuringly at Heero.
"I like you," he said simply. "A lot."
And for the next four hours, Duo proceeded to show Heero exactly how much he liked Heero. Not that the other pilot was complaining. Oh no, not at all.
After, slightly drunk on the feel of Heero's naked body against his, Duo snuggled up to the quiet pilot and planted a sloppy kiss on his nose. When Heero made a sound that actually sounded like a giggle, he nibbled at his ear, surprising a laugh from his new lover. "Mmm, tastes like chicken," he joked. Heero wrapped a protective arm around Duo's waist, and sighed.
"This changes everything now," he said softly. His brow furrowing at Heero's odd tone, Duo lifted his head from his pillow so he could gaze into those sexy Prussian eyes.
"You regret it?" he asked, his heart spasming painfully. He felt like someone had reached into his chest and squeezed his heart.
"Never," Heero said firmly. Fears allayed, he let his head rest on the Japanese pilot's shoulder. "But life is infinitely more precious when you have someone to share it with. I"" His breath caught in his throat. "I want to get to know you better."
Duo snorted. "You know me better than I know myself." He shivered as he remembered soft hands tracing circles on his hips "
Smiling, Heero pulled Duo in for a warm kiss, then they both drifted off to sleep, and to dream.
End
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