Title: Comfortable Love - 2/2
Author: tkmaxwell777
Category: Shonen Ai/Yaoi
Pairings: 1+2/1x2x1, 3x4x3 (implied)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst, Language, Lemon, and Sap
Archived: Yep! Thanks Lev :) Lev's Lair
Original Fiction: www.Writing.Com\authors\tkmaxwell
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or its characters. This story is a parody of their defined universe and is in no way an official continuation of the original story. I consider all underage characters engaging in sexual activity as Emancipated Minors or the social equivalent under military service. This story is for entertainment purposes only. It is a fantasy and should not be read as a representation of reality. Content neither condones nor condemns the lifestyles portrayed. I make no money, I tell no lies J
Duo sat on the couch, his blanket in his lap, as his fingers worried the silk edges. He was wearing his pajama bottoms, his chest and his feet were bare, and his hair was down. It was his usual 'at home' look, and he couldn't help but smile as he thought about what Heero usually wore. The Japanese boy tended to walk around in a tee shirt and boxer briefs. It was a long way from tanks and spandex, but Duo felt it was something he was privileged to get to look at every day. They were both taller, Duo actually an inch more so than Heero now, and even though they'd matured physically due to their continued training, they were still lithe and slim in build. Heero wasn't as broad as Duo in the chest, but he was stronger; his previous conditioning had given him more muscle. Duo couldn't help but admire the results as often as possible.
When they'd first moved in together after joining Preventers, it had taken sheer force of will for Duo to keep from staying aroused around his roommate all the time. After a while, he'd realized that the friendship they had was worth more than any sexual experience, and somehow those reactions just ceased to happen as often. He still had to take care of sexual tension every so often. Seeing Heero in nothing but boxer briefs tended to be a little more than even he could take at times, but it didn't arouse him nearly as often as it had. Of course, Heero was the only one who got to see Duo's chestnut mass in all its tangled glory. Duo tended to be rather protective of his hair, but he'd never felt anything but secure around Heero in that regard. Actually, it was odd how comfortable they were with each other given that they weren't lovers.
Duo couldn't help but like that feeling.
He'd calmed down quite a bit after Quatre had left. The blond had been right; he needed to give Heero time to sort through everything. Deciding he'd call it a day also, Duo had come home... and waited. Thinking was not something he'd wanted to do, but since Heero had decided to go off and do that very thing, Duo had felt like he'd had no choice but to follow the other boy's example. One day he'd get even with the blue-eyed boy for that. This was a rare and unusual form of torture, and Duo didn't appreciate it at all.
The thing that bothered Duo the most was that Heero had been so accepting of his feelings. Duo had expected a disgusted or even angry response from him, but when Heero had remained so calm, it had been unnerving. It wasn't that Heero was prone to violence. It was just that anger was such an easy way for the Japanese boy to express himself when he was frustrated or upset. For Heero to become contemplative was something Duo had never imagined, and he didn't know how to respond to it. On one hand, he was glad that he didn't have to hide his feelings anymore; on the other, he was afraid...
More than he'd ever been before.
When Duo really wanted something, he tended to lock that desire deep inside his heart until he knew he could have it. It was something he'd learned when on the street. If you showed everyone what you wanted, someone was always mean enough to take it before you could get it. He'd seen it happen time and time again, and it was a lesson he'd never forgotten even after he was taken in at the orphanage. It was one of the reasons why he loved his hair - no one could take it from him and make it theirs. Even if someone cut it, it would always belong to him. A behavior so instilled in him was hard to overcome.
Case in point - last Christmas, he'd found a magazine with listings of out of print DVD's. Many of them were ones from when he was growing up that he'd never had the money to get. When Heero had casually asked him what he wanted Christmas, Duo had told him that it didn't really matter... knowing that he had that magazine stuffed under his pillow, the movies he wanted circled. He could have easily given Heero the list, letting Heero buy them for him, which would have made them mean even more to him. Instead, he'd been too afraid to tell anyone that he wanted the movies, even though he knew it was stupid.
Heero must have found the magazine when he'd changed Duo's bedclothes. It had been almost painful for Duo when he'd opened a rather large box on Christmas Eve to see no less than twenty DVD's inside; Heero had bought every single damn one Duo had circled. The look on his face must have been an interesting thing to see. Joy, disbelief, and even a little anger had filled him, but when he'd looked at Heero, seen Heero's knowing expression, only a warm contented feeling had remained. How could he have doubted Heero? The boy would hand him the moon if Duo asked for it... and that was probably what scared Duo the most. What would he have left to wish for if he finally got the moon?
Duo was brought out of his musings as the front door opened. Heero walked into the family room moments later, carrying two pizza boxes and a pack of soda. Duo looked at him in surprise.
"You still wanted pizza, didn't you?" Heero asked, a look of uncertainty on his face.
Duo released his blanket. "Yeah." He didn't know what else to say.
Heero smiled slightly. "Why don't we watch some Anime while we eat?"
Duo blinked at him. That was unexpected. Although the family room held a pool table and mini bar, there was only a small television, so they usually ate in there while Heero watched the news. If they decided to watch a movie then they'd go upstairs to see it on the big screen in the bedroom. It wasn't unusual for them to lounge on Duo's bed, sipping soda and crunching potato chips while some action adventure scene played. What was so odd was that Heero wasn't the one who normally suggested it, and he never wanted to watch Anime. He'd always maintained that it was too campy. The change made Duo hesitate a moment. His mind was screaming that he was going to be on his bed with Heero all evening, and now that Heero knew how he felt about him, how was he going to deal with that close proximity?
"Um... sure..." was all he could come up with as a response.
Heero didn't offer any further comments before turning towards the stairs. "You've been trying to get me to watch 'Weib Kreuz' for a long time. I think I'm in the mood for it tonight."
Duo just stared at Heero's back as they made their way up the stairs. He didn't know what to think about how Heero was acting. The dark-haired boy wasn't being any less friendly, but he wasn't acting quite like he usually did either. They reached their room before he could say anything about it, and Heero laid the pizza and pop on the bed before disappearing into the bathroom. Duo hunted out the disc, still unsure of what Heero had planned. When the other boy emerged wearing his normal casual attire, Duo felt his body respond to the sight immediately. He averted his eyes quickly, turning towards the entertainment center.
Heero smiled to himself as he walked back into the bedroom. Duo's gaze had definitely been more than friendly. He looked to see if he could make out any other physical reactions and was pleased to see the beginnings of an erection tenting Duo's pajamas before the other boy turned away to put the disc in the player. He could have sworn Duo was blushing. His own face was slightly flushed from ogling his best friend, but he knew he had to stop thinking in those terms; Duo was so much more than that, had always been more than that if Heero were honest, and it was time to accept it... and enjoy it.
He'd made his decision on the way home. He would continue to do the 'friend' things with Duo, changing them slightly to make them a little more intimate and suggestive. Watching television with both of them on Duo's bed was something they normally did, but seemed to hold a different connotation now that Heero knew how his best friend felt. Still, it should be familiar enough to help them relax while still being an 'intimate' situation. Heero was hoping that the Anime would provide that 'suggestive' aspect to the evening. Duo was always talking about how good looking the Weiss boys were, so Heero thought it might help ease them into that something more that Duo had always wanted - that something more that Heero had found he wanted to give. He knew he still needed to talk with Duo about some things, but for now, he had to reassure the longhaired boy that he was not going to push him away. He might not know much about relationships, but he'd learned enough to know that Duo was fragile right now. Heero had to be careful with him.
Duo didn't know what to think. He fought to get his body under control enough so he could turn around without embarrassing himself. Why had his hormones decided that it was open season since he'd told Heero how he felt? Apparently, those days of control were over. Duo glared down at his rebellious appendage pressing against the soft cotton of his pj's. He began doing course calculations in his head and finally managed to lose his erection. He sighed in relief, grabbing the remote before turning to join Hero on the bed. The look on Heero's face was unfamiliar, and Duo felt his heart beating rapidly. What was going on behind those blue eyes?
"I got one with just cheese, and one with cheese and pepperoni," the dark-haired boy explained as he opened on of the boxes and handed Duo a soda.
Duo smiled nervously. "Good. I'm starving. Lunch didn't agree very well with me..." he let his voice trail off at the implications of that statement. Great... next he'd be admitting to sitting downstairs holding his 'blanky' all afternoon, waiting for Heero to come home.
Heero looked at his friend and knew how tense he was. "Mine didn't agree with me either, Duo. It's okay. You're allowed to be a little... uncomfortable."
Their eyes met and held for a moment. Seeing nothing but acceptance in those blue eyes staring back at him, Duo decided they shouldn't dance around the subject any longer. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."
"It's not your fault," Heero replied softly, looking down at the pop in his hand. "I just never thought you could ever feel that way about me, or I would have seen what was happening."
Duo sighed. "Heero, you never let on like you could ever feel anything like that for me, so how was I to know you might accept my feelings?"
Heero looked up. "Duo, I never planned on having a relationship like that with anyone."
Duo frowned. "Why?"
Heero took a deep breath. He set aside the can of pop and the pizza box. Duo knew this couldn't be good even before Heero spoke. "I need to tell you some things... things that might explain my behavior towards you and the others."
"Okay. You know you can tell me anything, Heero," Duo replied, reaching out to take the other boy's hand, pleased when Heero didn't pull away.
"I was desensitized to physical and sexual pleasure during my training."
Duo just gaped at him. He hadn't been expecting so blunt a statement. "You were what?"
Heero looked away, his face reddening. "They desensitized me, Duo. I was trained to ignore stimuli, whether good or bad. I'm not saying that I can't feel pleasure or pain. I can, but I have to... allow it... I guess. Pain was never a problem for me to push aside, but pleasure... it took longer for them to..." He closed his eyes. "It took them longer to make me not respond at all to pleasure."
Duo didn't know what to say. Suddenly, so many of the things he'd never understood about the other boy made sense. The way Heero had set his own broken leg, how Heero had always been able to disregard Duo's touch when he'd throw an arm around, the reason why Heero had never dated - all of it was because Heero had been trained to ignore pain - and pleasure - so he hadn't responded to the one or felt the need for the other. Duo was suddenly very angry.
"Those fucking pricks! I can't believe they did that to you! No wonder..." Duo took a calming breath. Yelling at Heero wasn't going to change anything now. He needed to understand what exactly they had done so he would know how to counter it. He had no intentions of leaving Heero like this. Even if they never became lovers, he was determined for Heero to learn how to be receptive to positive touch once again. "How did they do it? I need to know so I can help you retrain."
Heero seemed shocked at his reaction. "Retrain?"
Duo nodded fiercely. "Even if it's not sexual, Heero, I want to teach you how to be able to feel without having to 'allow' it to happen. I need to know how they did it, so I can 'undo' it." Duo saw hope fill Heero's eyes and wondered at it. Had the other boy thought his love was conditional? He should have realized it was strong enough to fight any obstacle. Duo determined to show Heero how deep it was.
"They mostly used sensory deprivation and sensory overload in varying degrees," Heero continued, "They would deprive me of contact, and then provide extensive contact until I learned to react the same to either one. It was kind of like numbing me to the extremes so I could ignore everything in between."
"This included sexual pleasure and pain?" Duo asked softly.
"Yes."
Duo closed his eyes. The mental pictures that brought to him made him sick inside. How many times had Heero been abused then abased? How many people had hurt and stimulated him? How many experiences had they ruined by making it too painful and then too pleasurable? Duo shuddered. When he opened his eyes again, he could see the fear in Heero's.
"Are you... disgusted... with me?" Heero asked, wincing at the tentative tone in his own voice.
Duo threaded his fingers with the other boy's. "Never," he said with conviction. "Heero, we've both been through more shit in our lifetime than most people who are three times our age. Nothing that you ever had to endure would make me be disgusted with you. It's in the past. I'm more concerned about the present."
Heero squeezed Duo's hand reassuringly. "I was afraid that you would think... that you would stop..." He didn't know how to say it. He took a deep breath and tried to put his chaotic thoughts into some semblance of order. "When you told me about L2, about how Solo made you and the others in your gang steal instead of sell yourselves like some of the other kids did, you seemed to be so appalled at the idea of anyone exploiting themselves like that. I was afraid that you would... feel that way about me."
"Oh, Heero," Duo whispered as he moved closer to his friend, pulling him into a strong embrace. "No, I would never feel that way about you. I don't agree with what they did to you, but I don't blame you with it. You did what you thought you had to do in order to fight for the colonies. You were just a child. We all were. I could never hold you responsible for something you didn't fully understand."
"I let them do it, Duo," Heero argued. "I let them use me like that. I let them train me so I could be the perfect weapon - a soldier without regard for himself."
Duo buried his nose in Heero's soft brown hair, the scent of coconut lingering. Heero was trying to tell him that he had consented to it, and that it was the consent he was ashamed of. "You let them, but that didn't mean you 'wanted' them to. There's a difference, Heero. When I spoke of those kids on L2, it wasn't that I was disgusted with them. I was disgusted with the people who used them. I felt bad for those kids. They didn't have anyone to turn to like we did Solo. I despised the system that allowed ten-year-olds to become whores for a meal, not the kids themselves. You do what you have to do to survive sometimes. I vowed to never do it myself, but that didn't mean I didn't understand why others did."
"I've never told anyone else about this. I wanted you to know before..." Heero paused, pulling away to look at Duo, "before this went any further. I don't know what I can offer you, but if there's anyone I would ever consider being lovers with, it's you. I trust you, Duo. If you still want me, I'm willing."
Duo caressed Heero's cheek lightly with his thumb. "Of course I still want you," he assured him, "but this does change some things." Duo saw the flash of hurt in Heero's eyes and added quickly, "Not how I feel about you, Heero, so quit thinking that. What I meant was that it changes how we need to proceed from here. Like I said, I need to get you comfortable with friendly touches before we get into intimate ones."
Heero nodded. "I think that's a good idea. Besides, we need to get used to the idea of not having to avoid touches now that we both know how each other feels. I want..." he hesitated then continued, "I want to just touch you without that fear of you finding out about my past... and turning away from me."
"You never have to worry about that, Heero. Ever. I love you, and nothing will ever change that," Duo said, his violet eyes locked with deep blue.
"I care about you more than anything," Heero replied, and Duo could tell that he wanted to respond with the same words he had, but hadn't wanted to say them until they were completely true. It warmed him as Heero went on, "It's the closest thing to love I've ever known. If you give me time, I know I'll be able to feel that way about you too."
Duo smiled, and this time it reached his eyes. "All right. Then all we need to do is plan our mission."
Heero couldn't help but smirk back. "Okay... I'm a little curious to see what training exercises you have in store for me."
Duo laughed, patting Heero on the shoulder. "Oh, I bet! First, let's eat. I want to enjoy just being with you now that I know you're okay with how I feel."
Heero nodded in agreement as they both reached for their cans of soda and a pizza box. Then they settled back on the bed, and Duo turned on the television. As the opening song began playing, he looked over at his best friend and felt content. Their eyes met and Heero gave him a small smile. The awkwardness was gone, and he could tell that Heero was just as glad as he was to get rid of the tension. Feeling better than he had in a long time, Duo looked back at the screen with anticipation as Heero discovered the joys of 'florists by day, assassins by night'.
The evening progressed, Duo interjecting comments here and there about how 'pretty' the boys were, and how working in a flower shop was an awesome cover, and that he could have really used Yohji's garrote several times during the war. By the time the last episode on the disc was playing, the longhaired boy was getting sleepy. He looked over at Heero and decided to begin some of that 'retraining' even though they hadn't discussed it in detail yet. The dark-haired boy was scooted up against the wall, so Duo just turned and slid farther down in the bed, laying his head on Heero's thigh so that he could still see the screen.
Heero noticed Duo shift. When the other boy's head rested on his leg, he felt something inside of him flutter. He tensed for a moment, not knowing what exactly to do, but then he heard Duo's contented sigh and relaxed again. He wanted to do something to show Duo that he was willing to go forward with what Duo had planned for him. He thought for a moment and then it came to him; he'd always wanted to touch Duo's hair. Before he could second-guess himself, his hand began moving towards the chestnut mass. As his fingers caressed it, he noticed how soft and silky it was and decided this was something he hoped Duo would let him do from now on. He heard Duo sigh again, moving closer, an arm hugging his legs as the violet-eyed boy settled against him; Heero smiled.
Duo was so comfortable lying against his best friend. He'd been surprised at Heero stroking his hair, but it felt so good, he quickly adapted to the new sensation. He didn't want Heero to leave his bed. It wasn't a sexual thing either; he just wanted to have Heero against him all night, a reminder that things had changed for the better between them. He tried to remain awake, but the emotional upheaval of the day overtook him, and he snuggled into the warmth that surrounded him, falling into the most contented sleep he'd ever had.
Heero grabbed the remote, turning off the TV and player after the ending song played. Looking down at the boy asleep on his lap, he couldn't help the overwhelming emotion that filled him. His fingers had continued to play with Duo's hair, and he'd allowed the sensation of the other boy against him get through all of his defenses; now, he didn't want to leave his side. The lights were already out. Duo had gotten up and turned them off after they'd finished eating, saying it was much better to watch the screen in the dark. Really, all Heero had to do was scoot down in the bed... turn slightly... pull the covers up... adjust pillows... and stay.
So he did.
Duo mumbled something in his sleep as Heero pulled him closer, their bodies pressed against each other as Heero tucked the longhaired boy's head under his chin so it rested on his chest. He let his arms surround Duo completely, and as Heero began to drift off himself, he thought about how it felt. It was something he'd always needed but had never had. It was something that couldn't possibly exist just from two people lying together. It was something he could do for the rest of his life.
It was... comfortable.
Duo woke slowly, not wanting to leave the wonderful dream he'd been having. Then he opened his sleepy violet eyes and realized the dream was worth abandoning. He blinked at the figure lying beside him and smiled. Heero was still asleep, his mouth open, a trail of drool leading to his pillow. A deep snore was rumbling from his chest, and Duo snickered at the picture the other boy made. The reality was much better than a dream ever could have been, even in it's unromantic presentation. He felt the urge to kiss those slack, chapped lips and decided to give into it... but first he needed to use the bed sheet to wipe Heero's mouth. With am amused smirk, Duo brushed the soft cotton material over his best friend's face, relishing the way Heero's features scrunched up as he did it, dark eyebrows furrowing at the contact, and those tempting lips pouting slightly.
Duo took in the adorable sight for a moment longer before he leaned in and softly kissed Heero. He sighed in pleasure as he actually did one of the things he'd never thought he'd be able to do. He had only intended a fleeting caress, but the feeling was so wonderful that he continued to nibble tenderly at Heero's mouth, savoring it. He was so caught up that it surprised him when Heero began responding eagerly. Lips moved against his own, tentative at first then more boldly as the former Wing pilot seemed to get used to the new sensation. Duo found himself deepening the kiss, his tongue flicking against Heero's mouth, asking for permission to enter. When the Japanese boy parted his lips in invitation, Duo plunged inside, unmindful of morning breath in light of his passion. He moved his leg between Heero's, wanting to get closer, and twined his tongue with the other boy's. His hardness rubbed against his best friend's leg, the friction combined with the feel of the cotton made him moan loudly. It was then that Heero seemed to come alive beside him.
Heero had woke to the softest and most pleasurable thing he'd ever felt. Duo's mouth was thorough in its gentle onslaught, and Heero had been powerless to fight it, even if he'd wanted to. As the kiss intensified, Heero felt his own body straining to give into the desire. Then he'd felt all of his control snap at the sound of Duo's pleasure. It was like someone had pulled away the barriers he'd had around his reactions. He became aware that his lower extremities seemed to be entangled with those of his bedmate, a satisfying and completely arousing situation. He could feel Duo, the evidence of his need pressing firmly against him. Before he could even think about it, Heero was thrusting his hips against Duo's muscled thigh, groaning lowly at the pleasure coursing through him. Never had anything felt so good. Never. In that moment, he knew what he wanted and that only Duo could give it to him. Growling softly, the former Wing pilot rolled over on top of Duo, lips still devouring as their bodies began moving together.
Duo opened his violet eyes just as Heero covered him with his body. He took in the other boy's closed eyes, the undeniable look of pleasure on that normally stoic face, and felt himself get more excited. He realized then what he was doing, analyzed what Heero was doing, and decided that what they were doing seemed to be pretty damn good. He hadn't wanted to go quite this far yet, but Heero was obviously enjoying it, and after all, wasn't that the point? He smirked and reached down between them, letting his fingers brush across Heero's boxer-brief-clad arousal, managing to stroke his own hardness at the same time. Heero gasped and pulled away slightly, passion-clouded blue eyes gazing at him.
"Do you want me to?" Duo asked, voice husky from desire.
Heero nodded. "Please... make me feel it, Duo," he almost whispered.
Duo groaned at the need he could hear in Heero's voice. Heero got up on his knees, straddling Duo as his strong arms held him over the other boy's body. He watched as the American carefully slipped his fingers inside the flap of Heero's underwear. Heero threw his head back and moaned as he thrust himself into Duo's hand. The feeling of skin touching skin was almost unbearable. Duo eased him out of the opening, his hand fondling the hard flesh.
"I'll do us both," Duo offered, knowing Heero could barely hold himself up at this point.
"Aa," Heero replied, reverting to Japanese in his dazed condition.
Duo lifted his hips slightly and pulled down his pajama bottoms to reveal his own erection. It was hard and wet, springing from a bed of chestnut, wanting to be touched. He looked up to see Heero examining him and blushed furiously. "Is this okay?"
"Aa," Heero panted, taking in the sight with growing need. "More than okay. Kirei-beautiful. Let me feel you against me."
Duo groaned as he complied. Taking his shaft in his hand, he moved it to rub against Heero's. Both boys moaned in unison as their members met for the first time. Duo spread the moisture coming from both of their tips together, using it to lubricate them as he began pumping them both. Heero cried out, gasping for breath, as the feelings seemed to crash into him. Duo yelled out his own pleasure, their voices melding into a single sound of passion.
"Duo... please..." Heero pleaded, his hips thrusting against Duo, forcing himself further into the other boy's hand. The feeling was building; a tightening in his groin, a heat inside him that was uncontrollable. He suddenly needed to be completely free. Reaching down, Heero pulled his boxer-briefs down to his thighs, baring himself to Duo.
"Heero..." Duo moaned at the sight of Heero's cock and balls. Heero was thicker but not as long. There were dark brown curls wildly covering his groin. His proud shaft rose from it, begging for attention. Duo moved his other hand to touch the Japanese boy's balls tentatively as his other returned to its former task.
"Yes... yes... please... like that... please." Heero was reduced to begging at that touch, but he didn't care. He leaned down more, causing their hips to meet so Duo could get better access. The longhaired boy seemed to understand and angled his wrist so he could touch both of them like that while his other hand continued its firm strokes on their erections. Heero felt himself nearing the end. He tensed, just needing that little bit more to reach his goal. "Make me come... please...now..."
"Oh yeah... let go, Heero," Duo panted out, as his hands increased their pace. He was so close. The unbelievable sensations were taking him towards the edge, that place where bliss explodes in a moment of complete surrender. He could feel it just out of reach. He thrust his hips up, meeting Heero's as they both strove towards what they wanted. "Come with me, baby. With me... Heero... Heero... with me!"
Heero felt Duo stiffen and cry out. Duo's erection shuddered against him as liquid pulsed out of his shaft, flowing over Heero's in a warm rush. It was the final sensation that the dark-haired boy needed. "Duo! Ahhh! Yes... yes... yes... yes!" He screamed as his seed released from him, coursing through him like a tidal wave of pure light, joining Duo's as the American continued to pump them. They rode out their orgasms together until they were shaking and weak. Finally, Heero collapsed, still partially on top of Duo, but not so much as to be uncomfortable.
Duo sighed. It had been incredible. Nothing had ever been this good. He pulled Heero closer to him and felt like weeping. Was he finally going to be granted something he wanted without having to fight so hard for it? He'd had to deny himself for so long. Maybe... maybe those days were over now. Maybe he could ask for the moon without worrying about what to ask for after that. Duo nodded to himself. Maybe.
Heero smiled. He felt so completely at ease that he didn't know if he'd ever be able to move from the bed again. That thought made him want to giggle, and Heero Yuy never giggled. Well, except for when Duo tickled him, but that was another story. Well, okay, maybe also when he thought about Wufei having to dress in drag that one time when he'd lost that bet with Duo, but that wasn't the same thing either. He was so euphoric that he didn't even realize how silly his thoughts were. All he could do was feel, and he felt good. The warm body underneath him belonged to his best friend, his partner... and now, his lover. What more could he ask for?
"Heero?" Came Duo's hoarse voice
"Hmm?" Came the sleepy response.
"What happened? I mean I thought it would take months to retrain you?" The violet-eyed boy asked, obviously confused.
Heero thought about that for a moment and then pulled away enough to look at him. "Duo, I think you might have been retraining me from the moment we met."
The longhaired boy's brows furrowed. "Huh?"
Heero nodded, finally understanding what he had been feeling for so long. "Every touch, every look, every time you reached out to me, that broke through a little bit at the time," he explained. "I think I was just waiting for the final step to complete it."
Duo was silent for a couple of minutes and then said, "So telling you that I loved you was the final step?"
Heero shrugged. "I think so. How else could you explain it?"
Duo grinned. "Oh, well, you know how sexy I am. Maybe you just decided it was time to give into me."
The Japanese boy smirked. "Or maybe I just decided to let you have what you've wanted for so long. Either way, you're getting a pretty good deal."
Duo laughed. It was bright and happy and everything that Heero had ever wanted his laughter to be. "Oh yeah? Well, it seemed you were enjoying yourself too, you bastard."
Heero looked into shining violet eyes and felt his heart flutter. "Maybe, but then again, it might only be luck with a baka like you." He knew what the statement would lead to and waited patiently.
The American raised an eyebrow, already wise to Heero's tricks, but allowing them to work since they led to what he wanted anyway. "Oh really? Well, that sounds like a challenge to me."
"Maybe," Heero hedged, trying to keep from smiling.
Duo rolled over on top of him in one swift motion. "I think we'll have to see about that."
Heero gasped but didn't get to comment any further except to moan as Duo began kissing him again. As his mind went into the blissful place once more, Heero noted that he needed to make sure to thank Robbins and Clemens sometime. The results of their assumptions had proven to be the beginning of Heero's love life.
Duo licked Heero's ear and smiled at the groan he received in response. Sliding his hands along the beautiful planes of Heero's body, he recalled Quatre's words from just the day before. He was going to be more than happy to report to the blond that he'd been right - now Heero was everything to him.
Heero finished eating his oatmeal and toast just as Duo shuffled into the kitchen. It was Saturday, so they didn't have to rush around to get to work. Still, they had a sort of schedule that they kept on the weekends. The longhaired boy walked over and gave Heero a soft but thorough kiss, something new to their morning routine now that they were lovers. It had been a couple of weeks since Heero had found out that Duo was in love with him, and Heero couldn't have been happier. They had made love in so many ways, Heero was sure his former training had been completely annihilated in that regard. It was a very satisfying thought. Though not as satisfying as what was about to happen, he admitted to himself with a smirk.
"I'm going to go back to bed," he suddenly announced as Duo pulled out the Apple Jacks from the cabinet.
Duo yawned. "Okay. I'll be up after I eat," he said as he poured the contents of the milk jug into his bowl. His violet eyes remained on Heero. "We can take a shower together then."
Heero nodded and walked out of the room. He managed to make it to the stairs before his lover's voice erupted in unrestrained annoyance from the kitchen.
"Son-of-a-bitch! Heero!"
Heero turned towards the kitchen door. Standing there in nothing but his pajama bottoms, violet eyes shining with fury, was Duo. Heero gave him an innocent look... the one he'd learned from the former Deathscythe pilot. "What's wrong, baby?"
"What's wrong? What's wrong, you ask? You put orange juice in the milk jug, that's what's wrong!" the longhaired boy grated out.
"Well, breakfast hasn't been all that amusing lately. I thought I'd alleviate the boredom a little." Heero gave him a satisfied smile. "And I know how you love my sense of humor. Besides, I wouldn't try to make your life more interesting if I didn't love you, right?"
Duo began stalking towards the stairs. "Oh, I know you love me, and I love you, but whether I love your sense of humor is debatable, especially when it involves orange juice in my cereal!"
Heero darted away from his lover just as Duo reached him. They both started up the stairs, Heero heading for their bedroom since he knew where this would lead. He could hear Duo muttering behind him about retribution, but since he'd already taken Duo that morning, he didn't care if the longhaired boy retaliated in like manner. No, this was just another one of those things that they did to annoy each other for fun. It was just another one of those things that felt right without having any reason to it. It was just another one of those things that had become comfortable, and now that Heero knew what that was like, he would never allow anyone to take it away from him.
Comfortable love wasn't all that complicated after all.
The End
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