"I beat my senior in fencing today." Solo grinned. "You should have
seen his face, Heero."
"I would have loved to." Heero smiled slightly from where he leant
against the pillowed headboard of his bed.
"Dad told me that you're a great fencer too. When you have fully
recovered, I'll challenge you to a round."
Duo smiled as he watched the two people he cared most talking happily
with each other. The a few days had passed with Duo taking care of
Heero. He would wake up early and see to Heero's needs since Heero
wouldn't let the nurse near him. Duo didn't mind a bit and smiled as
he tended to the Japanese boy. When Heero wasn't asleep, Duo would tell
Heero of some important events that took place during the past fifteen years but mostly
he told Heero about Solo since the Japanese boy often asked about the
Solo visited Heero every chance he could, amusing Duo. His son surely
thought of Heero as his idol and often looked at Heero in adoration
when they talked about fencing or programming. Apparently Heero didn't
mind Solo's visiting for Duo noticed Heero's eyes shine every time
Solo talked to him.
Duo punched the videophone while Heero and Solo stopped their
discussion. "Yes?" He listened to the maid's voice on the other side
and then smiled. "Yes, just send him into the guest room. Solo and I
are there." He then disconnected the videophone.
"Who's here?" Solo asked.
"The laptop salesman. I promised you a laptop, didn't I?"
"Right, this is Saturday!" Solo slapped his own head. "I almost
"I'll get it." Solo jumped from his chair and literally bounced to the
door. Duo chuckled and glanced at Heero to see the Japanese boy look
at his son tenderly. If Duo didn't know better, he would say that
Heero looked like a mother watching his child playing.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Maxwell. I'm Riki Gates, nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Gates." Duo shook hands with him and then
gestured to one of the empty chairs. "Please sit down."
The man sat down and waited till Duo and Solo sat down across him
before explaining a few newest models his company made. He spoke for a
full fifteen minutes and then showed them a laptop he had brought to show Solo.
"I think this model is the most suitable for this young man."
"Well, Solo. Which one do you want?" Duo prompted his son who was
ogling the offered laptop.
"I will take this, Dad." Solo took the offered laptop.
"Very well. I'll take this one." Duo said to the man.
"Your son chose well." The agency man smiled and then gestured to
Heero. "How about his twin, do you want to buy another one for him?"
Duo blinked and looked in amusement at the bed where Heero was staring
at the agency man incredulously. Duo realized that though he could
tell the differences between Solo and Heero, to other people they were
very similar save the hair and eyes color. It wasn't the man's fault
for thinking Heero was his son.
"I'll take the same type for him, Mr. Gates." Duo cut Heero's words,
"Excellent. Since I didn't bring an extra laptop, I'll arrange one to be
sent out tonight." The man beamed as he straightened up. Duo
talked to him a few minutes more about the payment and then saw the
man out of the house, leaving Solo and Heero alone in the room.
As soon as the door closed, Solo bounced up to Heero, hands hugging
the laptop possessively. "Cool. The man thought we were twins. I think
the other M-five will really believe me if I tell them you're my long
lost twin brother."
Heero just smiled weakly. "I'm not your brother though."
"I know that. Mother couldn't have another child after giving birth to
me." Solo sighed and plopped down on his seat, putting the laptop on
the nightstand. "Sometimes it sucks to be the only child. I don't have
brothers or sisters to share my joy or sadness."
"....." Heero didn't say anything, he just looked at Solo thoughtfully.
Solo tilted his head toward Heero and smiled. "But I don't feel like
that anymore since I have you now."
"Me?" Heero tilted his head slightly.
"Yeah. I don't know why, but I feel like you're really my long lost
brother. I like being with you, Heero." Solo leaned forward and
rested his head on the bed, next to Heero's hand.
The Japanese boy smiled slightly and stroked Solo's chestnut hair
gently. "I like being with you too, Solo."
"Great." Solo grinned and then yawned. "Gee, I guess I'm quite tired
after the fencing lesson. Mind if I rest for awhile here, Heero? I
feel too comfortable to walk back to my room."
"I don't mind. I'm happy you want to stay." Heero murmured.
Solo smiled and closed his eyes, letting Heero continue to stroke his
hair. With his eyes closed, he couldn't see how Heero's eyes softened
greatly and gave him a look of pure longing. Solo was half asleep when
he vaguely heard soft familiar humming which sent him straightly to
sleep before he could place where he ever heard the song.
"Angels watching, e'er around thee,
All through the night
Midnight slumber close surround thee,
All through the night..."
The Japanese boy sang faintly as if not wanting to wake up the
sleeping boy next to him. His hand moved lower and tremblingly
caressed the boy's cheek as if it was the most precious thing to him.
"Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and dale in slumber sleeping
I my loved ones' watch am keeping,
All through the night....."
Tugging Solo's stray hair beneath his ear, the Japanese boy ran his
fingers through the silken mass and whispered the song gently until he
too fell asleep in exhaustion. Nevertheless, Duo was amused when he
entered the room to find its occupants had fallen asleep. He stood
next to Solo and caressed Heero's cheek tenderly. "You never cease to
amaze me, Heero." Duo kissed the Japanese boy on the forehead and
then continued his paper work while sometimes glancing at the two
people he cared most.
In another place, far away from Duo's house, a figure bent over an
android which looked like a goggle eyed old man. The figure worked on
fixing the android while a worn out blue book lay on the table next to
It was still morning when Duo hummed happily as he headed toward
Heero's room. A few days had passed since Duo bought Solo and Heero
the laptops. The Japanese boy's condition had improved greatly and now
Heero could stay awake almost all day. He also changed his hospital
gown into a white shirt and deep blue shorts Duo had provided him with from the
cupboard. While Duo was working on his papers or Solo was going to
school, the Japanese boy used the laptop to gather the information
about the present or looked through the photo albums again and again,
much to Duo's wonder.
Heero was already awake when Duo opened the door. The Japanese boy was
leaning against the head board and looking down at the album on his
lap. "You're looking at the album again?" Duo said as he entered the
room and walked to the bed. "Really Heero, you have looked through all
of the albums many times. What makes you fascinated with these photos
anyway?" Duo stood next to the bed and looked down at the Japanese
boy, who upon Duo's arrival, had closed the album and set it aside on
"Ohayo." Heero looked up and greeted him instead of answering him.
"Ohayo." Duo smiled and kissed the Japanese boy passionately. It had
been a long time since he spoke Japanese. He had missed having Heero
welcome him every time he went home. And now, he told himself, he
wouldn't have to wait too long. Once Heero was allowed to walk, Duo
was sure he would have a lovely Japanese boy greeting him home. Just
like fifteen years ago.
And like in the past, Heero was always pliant in accepting his kisses
and caresses, making Duo so hot that he was tempted to bed the
Japanese boy. He would have proceeded with his intention if not for
the fact that he could injure Heero with that kind of activity. With
great reluctance, Duo broke the kiss and rested his forehead against
Heero's, trying to steady his breath and regain control of his body.
However his hands betrayed his good intentions and strayed down to
Heero's chest, unbuttoning the Japanese boy's shirt. When Duo realized
what his hands were doing, Heero's shirt was already half unbuttoned.
Duo stopped his hands' movement and stared down, looking at the bare
neck and chest of the Japanese boy. "Heero..." Duo whispered lustfully
as he leant toward Heero's slender neck. The older man forgot
everything else when his lips met the slender neck as passion ruled
his head. All he could think about was tasting Heero and marking the
boy as his.
Minutes passed with sucking and licking sounds, added with moans from
Heero and purrs from Duo. The older man was about to forget all the
cautions and bed his Japanese boy when a faint cry escaped Heero's
lips. Startled, Duo pulled away from where he was teasing Heero's
nipple and looked up to see the Japanese boy wince slightly. He then
realized that he had climbed on the bed and was resting his weight on
Heero's body, pressing down on the wounds on Heero's stomach and legs.
"God, I'm sorry, Heero." Duo quickly knelt on all fours, hovering over
the Japanese boy.
Duo looked down and tried hard not to bed the Japanese boy beneath
him. Heero's shirt was half unbuttoned and some hickeys he made a few
minutes ago could be seen clearly on the Japanese boy's chest and
neck. Heero's face was flushed and his lips were red from his long
assault. With great effort, he pulled away and stepped down from the
bed. Duo sat down in the nearest chair and looked at Heero who stared
at him inquiringly, as if asking him why he stopped. "You should have
told me when I caused you pain." Duo spoke slowly.
".....I don't mind..." Heero murmured.
"I mind." Duo growled, angry at himself for hurting Heero and at Heero
for not stopping him. "I don't want to hurt you, Heero. I lost control
back then and was only a minute away from burying myself inside you. I
could cause you enormous pain if that happened. You should have told
Heero didn't answer and broke their eye contact. That small gesture
told Duo that Heero wouldn't stop him even though he would be in pain.
The older man realized that Heero wanted him to touch and caress him.
Heero wanted it so much that he didn't mind the pain it caused. How
stupid he was to not realize that Heero missed him as much as he
missed the Japanese boy.
"Heero." Duo spoke softly and caressed Heero's cheek gently, urging
the boy to look at him. "I want to kiss you, hug you, and caress you
right now. I have waited fifteen years for that. But I don't want to
see you in pain just because I can't hold myself a little longer. I'll
hate myself if I hurt you..... again..." Duo said the last word
Heero's eyes widened slightly at Duo's words before softening in
understanding. The Japanese boy covered Duo's hand on his cheek with
his own. "I'll tell you next time..."
Duo smiled and leant forward from his chair to bestow a kiss on the
Japanese boy. "We'll have a good time once you're fully recovered."
"Aa..." Heero's lips quirked up slightly, telling Duo that the
Japanese boy was happy. It was amazing that his simple words and
gestures could make Heero happy. The boy was so different from his
demanding wife. Heero never asked, never demanded. He was contented
with what was given to him, whether it was only a hug, a simple word,
or a cheap item.
"You deserve more than that..." Duo murmured unconsciously.
"Nothing, just wishful thinking." Duo kissed Heero once again,
vowing to make the boy happy. He then broke the kiss and smiled
pleasantly. "Let's clean you up a bit, shall we?"
Heero nodded and continued unbuttoning his half opened shirt while Duo
went to the bathroom to get the things he needed. He was lying naked
on the bed when Duo returned with a basin full of water and damp
cloths. The older man gulped at the rising urge to bed the Japanese
boy, but this time, Duo kept his hormones in check as he gently rubbed
Heero's body with damp cloth. They talked about the day's news and
kept it light while Duo washed the Japanese boy. Soon they were both
relaxed and enjoying the conversation.
"I never thought that you would do such a good job as a nurse." Heero
spoke up absentmindedly.
"Don't mock me." Duo snorted as he rolled the boy and ran the damp
cloth down Heero's back. "I have years of experience with Solo, you
"You also took care of Solo's baths?"
"Since he was a baby." Duo smiled at the memories. "As a baby, he was
an angel to bathe, but when he grew older, he would always make a
mess in the bathroom."
"...I'm sure you also participated in making the mess."
Duo chuckled as he turned Heero on his back and rubbed Heero's chest
with the cloth. "Well, I can't help it. He looked like a cute
miniature of you when he was a toddler and when he threw his puppy
eyes at me, I was lost. Solo was good in coaxing me into participating
in a bubble war. You're right when you said he was little Shinigami."
Duo changed the cloth with the new one and ran it on Heero's face.
Somehow, he noticed Heero's eyes filled with longing at hearing his
story. "You want a bubble war too? We can do it when you have
recovered, you know."
Heero blinked and looked at Duo. "Bubble war?"
"Yup." Duo smiled.
Duo snorted. "With me, of course. Solo won't do such things anymore. He
is going through his teenage years and like a grown up kid, he wants
to act and be treated like an adult. Okay, done." The older man put
the damp cloth in the basin and stood up. "I'll be right back." Duo
then took the basin back to the bathroom, oblivious to how the
Prussian blue eyes of his mate had dimmed at his earlier words.
"Solo isn't a baby anymore..." The Japanese boy whispered brokenly,
unnoticed by Duo who was in the bathroom, washing the cloths and the
Duo emerged a few minutes later and found Heero had leaned against the
head board and was buttoning his shirt back. "Speaking of Solo, I
should tell him about us soon." Duo spoke up as he sat down on the
chair near the bed. Duo was happy that his son liked to be friends
with Heero and visit the Japanese boy as often as he could. But Duo
also savored the times when Solo went to school since they were the
only times that he could kiss and caress Heero in an intimate manner.
If he told Solo about their relationship, he wouldn't have to restrain
himself too much from caressing Heero in front of his son. But the
"Do you think he will be ready to accept the fact that his father is
involved with his...." Heero paused for a second before continuing in
a slightly bitter tone. "... his male friend, who is only three years
older than his son?"
Duo cringed. That was exactly the problem.
Heero finished buttoning his shirt and rested his hand next to him.
"........ I guess the answer is no..."
Duo sighed heavily and took Heero's hand in his, caressing it gently.
"You're much older than Solo, Heero. The war had forced us to become
adults and fifteen years frozen wouldn't change that."
"To Solo, I'm a boy."
"Yes, he thinks so." Duo leaned against his chair, releasing Heero's
hand. He still remembered that long ago, Solo often frowned in
confusion when he saw Trowa and Quatre together. Damn Hilde with her
love lessons about man and woman only. It took him three months of Duo
telling him about the same gender relationship to accept Trowa and
Quatre. "I think I have to wait a little longer to tell him about us."
"...... Aa..." Somehow the Japanese boy's short answer sounded so
bitter in Duo's ears.
The older man leaned forward and kissed Heero's forehead gently.
"Don't worry, Solo likes you and given time, he'll eventually accept
Heero nodded and thus ended the conversation. A maid, who Duo had
introduced to Heero as Alice on the first day, entered and brought
them breakfast. They ate while chatting lightly and then continued
their daily activities. Duo worked on his papers while Heero read some
magazines Duo had bought for him and sometimes asked him about certain
They just finished their lunch when Solo entered the room, having
finished his classes. Laptop in hand, the boy bounced in and soon he
and Heero were busy discussing the programming and hacking methods
found during the last fifteen years. Duo just shook his head
helplessly as Heero turned on his own laptop and asked Solo to teach
him the newest programming language. Soon both boys lost track of
time. He could really call them twins if it weren't for the fact that
he wanted to bed one of the *twin* boys.
Noting the two boys wouldn't answer the phone, one because he couldn't
and one because he was oblivious to the sound, Duo pointed himself to
answer the phone. "Maxwell's resident." Duo listened to the phone
which appeared to be from his office and slapped his head. "I'll be
right there in fifteen minutes." Duo answered and then disconnected,
turning to his son, who was watching Heero working on his new laptop.
"I forgot I had an important business meeting in twenty minutes. I'll
be back in three hours. Solo, you watch Heero for me, kay."
"I don't need to be watched." Heero looked up from his laptop.
"Yes, you do." Duo shouted as he hurried from the room, closing the
door before Heero had a chance to reply.
A few seconds passed in silence before Solo spoke up with a bitter
sound. "Dad is really like a mother hen to you, Heero."
Heero's hands stilled on his laptop. ".... Are you jealous?..."
The Japanese boy set the laptop on the nightstand and folded his hands
on his blanket covered lap while Solo looked at him in bewilderment.
"...if you are, I'll tell him to stop ..."
"No no, you got me wrong." Solo set aside his own laptop. "I don't
mind at all with Dad fussing over you. I have had enough of that since
I was a baby."
"Then why did you sound so bitter just now?"
Solo sighed and leaned against his seat, just like Duo had done a half
an hour ago. "I just wish... my mother would treat me like Dad treats
Unknown to Solo, Heero tensed and clenched his blanket. ".......Hilde
never cared for you?"
"I don't mean that. Mother taught me how to behave and raised me
properly... But she never looks at me the way Dad looks at me and you.
I tried hard to make her proud of me and do my best in school, but it
didn't work. Sometimes I've even seen Mother glaring at me as if she wanted
to get rid of me......" Solo looked at the ceiling, staring through
it. "It makes me wonder whether Mother bore and raised me only because
"Huh?" Solo tore his attention from the white ceiling to the Japanese
boy sitting on the bed.
"You were not an obligation." Heero spoke up slowly, eyes staring
straight to Solo's violet eyes. "You were conceived because your
mother wanted you. You're a joy to your mother."
"How do you know?" Solo asked in surprise.
"I know. I was there. Your mother...." Heero tightened his grasp on
the blanket. "Your mother loves you so much." The last sentence was
said almost like a whisper.
Solo just shook his head slightly. "I don't know, Heero. I don't get
that impression from her."
Heero didn't say anything and averted his gaze from Solo's, hands
gripping the blanket tightly.
"Look, I think I need some time to think." Solo straightened on his
seat. "I know Dad asked me to watch you but... mind if I talk a walk
outside for a few minutes?"
Heero nodded slightly. "..Aa...."
"Thanks, Heero." Smiling slightly; Solo stood up and headed for the
"Solo..." Heero called out when the boy reached the door. Solo turned
and looked questioningly at Heero who had one hand on his stomach.
"Your mother.... only wants you to be happy...."
Solo stood there, looking at Heero unblinkingly before he finally
nodded and walked out of the room. As the door closed, leaving him
alone in the room, Heero looked down at his hand, which was caressing
his stomach and murmured softly. "I'll do anything to make you