"You are far more attractive up close. Come on. Stay, play. Just a while. Heero, I promise you, play a few little games with me and things will be much more clear. I'll make you remember. I'll even let you discover something. Discover just how good I can make you feel. You want that.. ne?" Heero stared at Keith silently. He'd just blown his cover. This boy had to have been involved in the leak to know his name. Somehow the boy was acting like he'd met Heero before. Heero pushed the boy away, shoving him forcefully as he bitterly spoke, "I must be in the wrong room." "You wanted to be here, I've seen you watch me from the apartment over there," Keith wore a bright smile. His smile was like Duo's, holding the same cocky elements that suited the Deathscythe pilot. "How did you know my name?" Heero questioned, his feet leading him closer to the door. Keith kept taking steps, "You don't know? You should. You're so perfected, that it should be a synch for you to figure it out. You have no idea how long I've awaited you. All that I have endured and all that my body has gone through for you. I love so much, Heero." Heero's dark, prussian eyes stared in utter disbelief of the love confession. Keith was raising his fingers out towards Heero, "And I won't rest until you're with me. Ever." At that point Heero was out the door. He vanished just as quickly and quietly as he had arrived.

     He had to figure out who the hell that boy was. He had to find out fast. He was certain that by now Emilio and Cooper knew who to look out for. He'd have to formulate another plan. It felt strangely like they were always one step ahead of Heero. He needed a way to get back on top of the situation. "Oi! You're just tying it in a big knot! It's not like you to not pay attention to these things." Duo's words brought Heero calmly back into reality. Duo was standing in front of the mirror, facing Heero, fixing Heero's tangled tie. "You tie it like this and you put the gold pin right here. You know this stuff! You're the one who taught *me* how to put on one of these ties," Duo muttered. Duo's suit was entirely black except for his red tie and gold pin that held the tie together. Heero's cold eyes kept focused to Duo, he could hear Duo complain about how the ankles of his pants weren't rolled up, and Heero could see how the boy's hands were adjusting his clothes. Duo had a soft, private smile on his lips. This was a smile he'd come to notice often. This private smile Duo made before he got really excited. Mission or not, Duo seemed thrill with the idea of a party, and dancing. Those smiles. He wanted to see Duo smile like that over him. Have that same private little smile before getting excited over the aspect of being with him.

     Duo stood up, placing his hands on his hips as he examined Heero proudly, "Oh yeah! You look like a real lady-killer now. You won't be able to keep those girls hands off you! How do I look?" Duo motioned over himself, dressed in perfect black with his neatly woven braid. Smelling fresh, smiling broadly and the way his pants seemed to hug closer to his legs. There was something strange about the little things. How a suit on anyone else looked fine, but on Duo, it was perfect. How he could watch thousands go by with their hair braided, but the weave never seemed as flawless as Duo's.

     You look absolutely fuckable.

     "Hn," was Heero's chosen response. "Bah! Why do I even bother with you?" Duo raised his arms with the question before dropping them to his sides once more. "I don't really like formal parties that much, are we going to have to do some tradition dancing? Like waltz and stuff? What kind of party is this exactly? I can dance pretty well, but when it comes to that stuff like waltz I mess up a bit. It's so hard, you know?" Duo was asking Heero a series of questions, but Heero's eyes were focused to Duo's mouth. He was spurting words that Heero could hear perfectly, but it was the fact that it was coming from Duo that made the words tolerable. The idiotic, talkative American was oblivious to the fact that Heero couldn't stop thinking of ravishing his mouth one more time. The first kiss with Duo was not quite as innocent as Duo had perceived. He had wanted to kiss Duo. It was the fact that he'd wanted to kiss Duo that drove him to feel anger. Duo was a partner, not a love interest. Not a lust interest. He was Duo. His colleague Duo. Fuckable, beautiful, sexual, Duo.

     "Oi! Are you listening to me? Heero?" Duo asked, waving a hand in front of Heero. Heero was feeling frustrated at this point, he shoved Duo's hands away, "We should get to the party." Duo took his coat into grasp, sliding it with care from off the chair beside Heero's laptop. The Chair softly rattled its uneven legs, scraping gently against the floor surface. Duo slipped his arms into the sleeves, giving Heero a brazen smile. Heero's hand was holding nimbly to the doorknob. Duo took his sweet time with everything, but Duo was so, ignorant, and naive. How could he possibly pose a threat to the colonies?

     Duo collected a leather coat from table, handing it to Heero. "Remember? First snow? It's freezing out there. I know you think you're invincible, but this is no time to catch a cold. I'd have to stick around and take care of you. Not my idea of a fun evening." Heero remained wordless, only taking the coat from Duo in utter silence and closing the door behind them.

     Heero and Duo walked side-by-side out along the sidewalks. The area was covered in a celestial theme of white powder. Underneath the blankets of snow and ice everything looked in a mimic of one another. The crowd of people walking along the streets seemed to be happy, gentle and serene in this scene of beauty. Wrapped in warm clothes and huddled together. Duo sunk his hands deep within his pockets, his nose reddening slightly from the cold. "You know, I used to think nothing could get colder than you, Heero, but this weather is coming in a close second to you," Duo joked, his violet eyes focusing to his partner. Heero gave no reply, simply keeping in sync with Duo's steps. "Oi! Heero! You didn't wear any gloves? You're going to freeze your fingers off! Sheesh I thought you were more careful than this, you could get sick or worse, loose those fingers," Duo complained, his hand steadied Heero, halting him from continuing any further. Duo took Heero's hands into his own, rubbing them forcefully, attempting to heat Heero's fingers with the friction. Duo's eyes were set on their hands as he reminded Heero to keep his hands in his pockets until the arrived there. At first Heero could hardly even feel Duo's fingers tightly clamped onto his own. He hadn't realized just how numb his fingers had become. Duo lifted Heero's hands to his mouth, gently blowing on them. He could feel the blood rush to his fingers, and the faint itching of his hands. The cold had burned them, the quick rush of heat made his hands feel irritated.

     Heero's cold, slated eyes watched Duo's face impassively. It was dark all around them. Night had fallen, there could be seen the lights from the streets ahead, and the lampposts along the sidewalks. Heeor and Duo stood under a tree near the apartment complex. "I'm supposed to be the one careless about these things. There! Now isn't that better? Last night you warned me about my hair being wet and that I'd catch a cold. You're always giving me these warnings, but you never watch yourself! I'm beginning to think that I'm not the only one that has a pact with death," Duo continued his teasing, his smile always broad and delighted.

     I've never had anyone mind or care for my safety. The damn fool. I am expendable. Yet, when I'm with him, I feel desirous. Is that wrong of me?

     "Arigato..." Heero barely said the word, dragging his hands away from Duo. Duo seemed genuinely shocked with Heero's voiced appreciation. "Did you just say what I think you did? Praises above! I actually got a 'thank you' out of you after all this time!" Duo swung his arm around Heero's shoulder. It was completely innocent, merely Duo showing his joy towards his partner. His... buddy. Duo continued his ranting, all the way to the elevator. Heero couldn't focus to the American boys words. His mind was occupied. Duo was right. He was being careless. The colonies would not approve of this method. Heero was spotted. Technically he couldn't finish the mission now that he was identified. He'd left those details out of his report. He would find a way back on the top, like Duo always would say "It's a piece of cake."

     Heero rang the doorbell of the apartment room. He could hear music blasting from the other side of the door, the sound of laughing and giggles. He could hear the sound of stumbles and laughing as the door pulled open. An arm wearing black, gloves that stretched up to her elbows became visible. Finally the girl came into view. The girl from the elevator, her hair was a mound of elegant curls, clips holding it into perfect place. She wore a black and white dress with black lace towards the bottom. It looked expensive, yet very tacky. The girl over looked Heero with a bright smile, "I knew you'd show up. Is this your friend? He's so cute. Rei will be so pleased. Come on in, the parties just getting started." She slipped to the side, letting Duo and Heero make their way into the apartment. Heero had expected an apartment like Emilio's, this one was much larger. Far bigger than he'd anticipated. There was a grand piano ahead of them; a few girls were sitting on the piano, each of them with a thin champagne glass in their hand. In one room everyone seemed to be dancing to the techno music that was playing. The men there were dressed in flashy, tacky suits of bright red, yellows and greens. Asoko wrapped her arm around Heero's. Heero's first reflex was to jerk his arm away, a reflex he restrained himself from acting upon. Rei was standing near a table, sighing softly. She wore a long navy blue dress, her brunette hair pinned up. "Rei, look who's here, aren't they dressed nice? He brought you a date too, he's right here," Asoko motioned to Duo with her words. Rei gave a timid nod. Duo turned on his charm. His charisma was even an amazement to Heero. He seemed to take these things so effortlessly. Duo bended forward, bowing to Rei, "My name is Damon, it's a pleasure to meet ya." A tint of red flushed to Rei's cheeks. The small action of Duo's had already won her over. "Right, so Damon, Rei get to know each other, I want to spend some time with- what's you name?" "He's Henso-" Duo quickly told Asoko, his eyes darting over to Heero. It was merely a disguise name. Heero wouldn't have cared what Duo had called him. "Henso. I want some time with Henso then, you two get to know each other better," Asoko was curt with her words before hastily pulling Heero back towards her room.

     Once Heero was inside the room she pulled the doors shut. The room was filled with expensive furniture of the best quality. Blue canopy bed, neat blue curtains with thin gold tassels dangling from each corner. Her lamp was in the shape of a crescent moon, filling the room with an eerie blue glow. Heero could have cared less; he merely stood by her bed, watching her eyes. She seemed to suddenly look at Heero shyly, brushing a strand of blonde hair from her cheek. "I thought it would be easier if we talked here. Moro doesn't like seeing me talk to boys, especially ones he doesn't know," Asoko mentioned. "You live with your brother," Heero stated. He knew it was the obvious, but he needed confirmation. Asoko sighed, smoothing her fingers over the length of her blue, fabric curtains. "Yeah, Moro pretty much raised me. He's a really good guy. He's so giving," she said fondly. She seemed to be proud of Moro. Heero had to wonder if she had any clue that Moro dealt with illegal substances. "I mean, he's got a bad rap, but it's not true." "What does he do for a living?" "Oh, he's like a trader. He can get a hold of things and he sells them back for double. Oh! Want to see something he was selling? I took one while he wasn't looking. It seemed so pretty," The girl seemed excited. She raced over to her drawer. Heero moved over towards her, watching her actions emotionlessly.

     "Ah hah!" She said triumphantly, she pulled out a small blue tube from her drawer. The substance within seemed to glow. She pulled out a small blue mechanical box, with had lights flashing on the side of it. She snapped the tube into it. "Here you can hold it," She said with a smile. Heero took the object into his care, staring over the alien creation with curiosity. "What is it?" Heero asked. "Oh, I heard Moro say something about it being an implant. I just thought it was pretty. I think it's a CRNI-36. That's it," Asoko tipped her head to the side. "Can I keep it?" Heero asked. The girl kept watching Heero so adoringly. She was obviously entranced by him, "Sure, you can keep it, but what will you give me?" Heero snorted, placing the device into his pocket, giving no verbal response. "Fine, play hard to get. How about you repay me with a dance?" Before Heero could comply or deny she wrapped her fingers around his, leading him towards the door.

     Asoko threw Heero's hand onto her hip, taking hold to him. She gently rested her head onto his shoulder with a delighted sigh. Someone was playing the piano, a soft, melody. Perfect for slow dancing. There we couples dancing by the piano slowly, whispering soft words to one another. Heero's gaze lifted, focusing to Duo. Duo was slow dancing with Rei. Her eyes were closed tightly as she rested her chin on Duo's shoulder. The American had a soft smile to his face; he was talking to her softly, idle words, and idle jokes. Heero couldn't take his eyes off him. Duo's eyes directed their gaze to Heero, flashing the smile for Heero. Duo languidly lead Rei over towards Asoko and Heero. "Oi! Henso! Enjoying the party?" Duo asked, catching both Rei and Asoko's attention. Asoko's fingers rubbed gently against Heero, "I know I'm having a good time." Somehow Asoko's actions seemed to cause Duo to narrow his gaze. Rei shyly pushed Duo away, "I have to go, thank you for the dance, I had a lovely time with you." "Rei! Why are you leaving so soon?" Asoko asked. Rei reddened, rubbing her hands together, "I have a date. With Keskue." Duo suddenly snapped his attention to Rei, "Keskue? Is he a guy that looks kinda like Henso here?" "Yes, I suppose so. Thank you again Damon, please have a good night!" Her words were hurried, his features giving Asoko a gentle smile before parting. Asoko brushed her cheek against Hero's shoulder, her lips softly speaking the words, "Henso, we can always go back into my room." Duo's hands pried Asoko off Heero annoyed, "Henso and I have to go." Asoko was startled by the sudden separation between her and the object of her obsession, "-But why?" Duo was already beginning to push Heero towards the door, "We have a school paper due, last minute thing. We forgot."

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I wait for him everyday. He always shows up, never disappoints me.
I just wish he thought more of me. I wish he loved me like that.
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     They were back at their apartment, Duo slammed the door shut. He was annoyed. That girl had her hands all over Heero. He couldn't stand it. He couldn't stand to see her against Heero that that! It wasn't fair! She was able to rest against him, but he wasn't. Duo loved being who he was, but at times he wished he were a girl, just for a brief moment so he could hold onto Heero without getting scrutiny. Duo's fingers jerked at his tie, dragging the red cloth form his neck to toss on the chair. "I thought you were collecting information, not grinding against the civilians," Duo said, he knew his words must have sounded jealous. Heero ignored him, heading over to his laptop.

     What does it take to get his damn attention??

     Duo threw his coat to the floor angrily; even this action didn't faze Heero in the slightest. He sat down just as calmly, and apathetically, switching on his laptop. His eyes were fully set to the computer. Duo held his teeth together tightly, moving to stand directly beside Heero. The sound of the chair groaning as Heero seated himself could be heard as the computer started up. Heero hadn't said a word to him since he was in that room with Asoko! Duo fell into a seat beside his cold friend. He rubbed at his head slowly, "Say Heero. She was- really pretty, huh?" Heero kept his gaze on the screen, looking enthralled with the green text flashing up in front of him. "Nani?" Heero asked monotonously. A sigh softly treaded over Duo's quivering lips, "You know, pretty. She really can turn your head, you know what I mean?" Heero gave Duo the first glance since they'd arrived back, "I didn't notice." "How could you not notice? She was hot! She had a really nice figure, must have felt nice to have her breasts up against you, was that what you were thinking about Heero?" Heero scoffed returning his attention to the laptop, "Don't be stupid." Duo thrashed out his arm, slamming the laptop shut, "STOP looking at that damn computer and LOOK at me, Heero!" As the laptop was forced shut, Heero's eyes remained to the computer. His calloused fingers reached to open the laptop once more, "Touch the laptop again and I will rip your hands off." Duo's eyes widened.

     "You're... threatening me over your stupid laptop?" "What's gotten into you?" Duo pushed his seat away from Heero, unable to even look at the boy any longer. "That girl Rei. She said she had a date with Keskue. The other day I saw a boy named Keskue professing his love. Only, the girl he was professing that love to, was not Rei. It got me thinking. Because I'd seen the look on their faces, how serene, happy and giddy they were, they couldn't stop touching one another. I wonder if his heart was with her at all. It makes the world seem so fake. True love is dead," The words poured from Duo, flowing effortlessly into a stream of words that quickly faded into the back of his mind. He could hear Heero's fingers stop their busy typing. He could even feel Heero's gaze on him. "She wasn't my type," Heero finally uttered. Duo snapped his head back, turning face to face with Heero, "What?" "Asoko, she wasn't my type." This brought a smile to Duo's mouth, "Oh comeon, you have to admit, she had sexy legs." Duo pushed up from his seat, his hands pressed hard against the table as he leaned forward to Heero, "Oh Henso! Do you want to come back to my room?" Duo was plainly teasing Heero. The Wing pilot didn't even attempt to move. Duo pulled back, a light laughter escaping his throat as he stepped back, his braid twisting gently, "Finally I get your attention away from that computer! Is it because I'm talking about girls? I knew you had hormones in there somewhere!" Heero hesitated to speak, "Hn." Duo slipped over behind Heero, leaning over Heero's shoulder to peer at the computer. "Did you kiss her? Did you like it?" Duo kept persisting on the line of questioning, but he was desperate. He had to know. Heero remained silent. Duo was beyond irritated, his smile was faltering, "If I hadn't have dragged you here would you have fucked her?"

     Heero's arm threw up towards Duo's braid, holding it with a tight grip, with a single motion he jerked Duo's head forward. Duo shouted out his profanity with the action. Heero's fingers tangled themselves into the weave of his hair, taking in a good grasp. Heero's teeth were clenched, his eyes cold, and abhorring. He continued to jerk Duo forward, the boy voicing loudly his discomfort. He brought Duo's face close to his own.

     Kuso! I'm in big trouble now, I shouldn't have provoked him! But dammit, I really did want to know. I shouldn't be so pushy. I'll end up pushing him right out of my life.

     "We did not go to that party for enjoyment. We went there to collect information. Do you see this? This is a device I retrieved form Asoko. I would not kiss her and I would have not fucked her," Heero's words poured a low growl from his throat, toning his aggression. His grip didn't not loosen on Duo, though the boy struggled to break free, "Itai! You're hurting me, let me go!" "Get it through your skull Duo, the only one I want to fuck, is you," with that Heero threw back Duo, his fingers unlatching their deathly grip to the soft chestnut braid. Duo stumbled back, his feet bunching up the small green rug by the table, his fingers grasping to the chair. His bangs dangled in his eyes, the pain from his head he couldn't even feel. He felt numb all over. Heero's words were ringing in his head. Did Heero just say what he thought? His head was pounding, or perhaps it was his heart, it was beating so heavily in his chest he could have sworn that he could hear it's heavy beating. He released a deep, breath, his eyes gripped with astonishment. "Ha... funny joke Heero..." Duo tried to say, his false, weak smile taking siege of his face.

     Heero's eyes were not on the laptop, he raised from his seat. The way he raised was stiffly, and straight. He only needed to take a few steps, and then he was close to Duo, face-to-face with the violet-eyed boy. Duo couldn't steady his emotions. He wasn't sure what to feel or say for once. His heart was rapidly pounding; he mentally begged that Heero wasn't joking. Heero's hand grasped hold of Duo's arm, giving him a forceful tug forward. Duo's mouth crashed pleasantly into Heero's. All at once, the pounding stopped. His heart, had it stopped? In the pit of Duo's stomach he could feel something lightly twist. His arm went limp. He could taste Heero in his mouth, feel the roughness of Heero's tongue as it greeted his own with a clash. It was a matter of moments before all of Duo's walls and hesitation caved in. Finally, he could reach up his arms to hold on to Heero tightly. Pulling the Japanese pilot close. Heero's fingers held to his narrow waist, thrusting him forward against him. Heero's arms. They felt like home. They offered him more comfort than he even thought he could possibly have. Feeling the boys disheveled hair. Seeing those eyes of cold, steel, and prussian blue that only desired him. To know those wanting, longing looks were of Heero's growing, rapid desires for him. The feeling of being wanted. This was heaven to Duo.

     Heero's lips pulled away from Duo's despoiled, red lips, lowering to his soft throat. Heero fed on his flesh, lapping the taste with long strokes of his tongue against Duo's venerable skin. Duo had to wonder if he was dreaming. Duo struggled to pull off his shirt, trying to undress one another as the passions heated. He'd never been undressed by anyone before. Heero's precise hands worked at the zipper on Duo's pants, dragging it down with care before tugging the black formal pants from Duo's hips down to his ankles. The expensive clothing was treated without concern, haste was all that mattered.

     Heero shoved Duo down against the futon, the boy lying against his back, staring back up into the eyes of his lover. Heero hovered above Duo, propping himself up with his arms. The cold air in the room brushed up against their skin. Heero's hungry eyes eating up the sight of Duo to every inch. Heero nudged his nose softly at the nape of Duo's neck, speaking his words breathlessly. "So beautiful," his words uttered. Each one chilling his spine. He could feel Heero's fingers working through his hair, unweaving the braid to let Duo's hair pile freely around them. The beautiful, wavy locks of honey, golden hair. Heero ran his fingers through the lengths of Duo's hair, his eyes always remaining solely in Duo's. Duo's mouth tugged a smile, his fingers reaching up to hold both sides of Heero's face. "Heero...?" "Aa?" Duo pulled forward, his hair melting into rippling waves behind him as he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Heero's lower lip. "Remember, how you told me you never wanted full contentment? What do you do when you have something beyond contentment?" Heero's face actually seemed to form a twisted smile. "Baka, you ask too many question," Heero lowered down, pressing his mouth gently to Duo's collarbone. "Once on L2 I had a cold, and Sister Mary told me, starve a cold, feed a fever, or is it, feed a cold, starve a fever? I think it's symbolic ya know?" Heero grunted, he seemed so desperate to continue devouring Duo. "You should starve the cold feelings inside of you, and feed the warm, heated feelings," Duo added. He tipped his head back, his violet eyes shutting softly as he squirmed pleasurably.

     Heero hissed verbally, his hands tugging at Duo's waist, forcing the violet-eyed boys body closer. "Heero...?" Duo softly breathed, he could feel Heero's body shiver each time he said his name. It was a shiver of pleasant delight. He enjoyed hearing his name leave Duo's lips. Duo could tell this just from how Heero's hands began to rub at his stomach as his teeth gently gnawed at his collar. Heero's hands pulled Duo's boxers slowly down his legs, tossing the clothing item aside. He raised his head up from Duo, reaching his hands to slide off his own boxers from his body. The heat was already building; a gentle sheen of perspiration was on Heero's skin. Heero's nakedness was revealed clearly to Duo.

     He's so perfect, the way he stands now above me, those same cold, indignant eyes. His well-shaped body, his wild, untamed hair, that restless look to his face. Even the shape of his cock. When we're like this I feel closer to him than anything. I feel a part of him.

     Heero's hands were holding lightly to Duo's hipbones, his icy gaze staring down his body, he adored the view. The sight of Heero studying him so avidly was thrilling. Heero was treating Duo like he was a new mission, a curious wonder to provoke, tease and pleasure anyway he saw fit. And Duo wasn't about to complain. Duo's hands reached to lightly touch Heero's hand. "Heero?" Heero licked his lips, tossing his eyes up to meet Duo's, "Yes, Duo?" He'd heard his name said before, but the way Heero said it, made it sound perfect. Duo tugged up a weak smile, "I just, have to know something. You're not going to vanish on me? Are you? Each time I've woken up you've been gone. It's kinda unnerving. I don't just wanna be your one time fuck." Heero ignored Duo's words, his hands quickly clamping around Duo's shaft. A quick moan of pleasure pried its way through Duo's lips. Heero's thumb rubbed gently over the tip of Duo's manhood, teasing the vulnerable opening. Duo's hands balled handfuls of fabric into their tight hold, Duo's hips gently beginning to thrust. The warm laps of Heero's fingers around him bolted his body, hardening the length in Heero's hands.

     Duo shook his head, gasping briefly, "No! I- I need a damn answer!" Heero kept hold of Duo, his eyes turning to watch the boy, "What are you talking about?" Duo's fingers managed to release the covers, the joints in his hand aching terribly. His sore fingers prying Heero's grip from off him. "I- said I don't want to be your one time fuck. When this mission is over, will you stay with me?" Heero clenched his teeth, "What difference does it make, Duo? Isn't this what we both want?" Duo nodded, his hands trying to keep Heero from pulling away completely, "Yes! You don't know how much I've wanted this, but I don't want it to be meaningless! I don't want just sex, Heero I want-"

     Love.

     "Something more..." Duo said the words slow and jerked. He could already see Heero's erection weakening. Heero was trying to push his body away from Duo, but Duo's grasp was pleading, "Heero! Please, don't go. You can stay here," Duo tried to reason. Heero seemed to be mentally debating as he paused. He finally seemed to side with Duo, lowering back down to the futon. He moved to lie beside Duo, slipping underneath the covers. Duo had just killed the mood. Heero turned his back to Duo, resting his head on the other pillow. Duo's legs slid under the soft, warm covers, his eyes focusing to the back of Heero's head. Duo nudged closer to Heero, sighing softly, "Forgive me Heero." "There's nothing to forgive, go to sleep," Heero ordered. Duo felt guilty. Suddenly he wished that he'd shut up.

     "But-" "We have a mission tomorrow, get some sleep," Heero interrupted. It was no use. He should have just kept quiet. Duo sighed, moving back from Heero slightly. The soft sound of the sheet rustling was more than Duo could bear. He could have been one with Heero, connected. Feel Heero climax over the sensation of being with him. Savor the musky scent and delightful over tone of sex. But now there was nothing. Just like before. In one instant he'd made them more distant that he could imagine. Duo raised his hands to his face.

     I hate myself.

     At that instant, Duo could feel a hand gently touching his own. He could feel Heero's fingers entwine with his own, pulling his one hand from his face. "Get to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up. You'll know, because I won't let go of your hand," Heero was saying the words plainly, but they made a world of difference to Duo. He lightly squeezed Heero's hand, unable to stop the smile that captured his mouth. He held Heero's hand like there was no tomorrow, as tightly as he could. He knew Heero would be there when he woke up. And knowing that small little fact, made up for everything.

     Heero, I love you...

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. (Except for a few originals like Sakura) This is strictly fan fiction on the televised series Gundam Wing. It is for non-profit and I am in no way affiliated with it. (duh!) Purely entertainment based here.

Author's Last words: Poor Duo. -_-;; No nookie for him tonight. Please tell me that this story is going somewhere? *_*