by Blue Soaring
Monday couldn't come soon enough for Duo. He was dying to move forward with
the plan. The morning classes dragged on and on as Duo sat impatiently in
his seat. He'd made plans with Heero to 'sneak' out to the ponderosa tree
Finally, the bell sounded and Duo quickly gathered up his books. Just as he
stood up to go, Dorothy came up beside him.
"You're even more fidgety than usual, Duo. What's got you so worked up?"
she said, readjusting her backpack.
"That class was as dull as watching bread mold," Duo said, hooking his
fingers through the belt loops of his jeans.
"Have you seen Heero since the party?" Dorothy asked, quickly switching the
line of conversation.
"Yep, I slept at his house Saturday night. Why?"
"Relena mentioned something about plans for the break," Dorothy said, a bit
Duo almost grinned. She was fishing for dirt on him and Heero. "What kinda
plans?" he asked, unable to resist.
"A party, I think," she said. "Relena wanted some help in planning it."
"Oh, well, I'll be seeing Heero today, you want me to mention it to him?"
"Yes, please." She glanced at the door. "I'll see you later."
"Sure thing, Dorothy. Later." Duo headed out the door, delighted with their
progress. Dorothy was beyond suspicious that there really was something
going on. Trowa too, probably. The others hadn't shown any signs, but it
was still early yet.
He crossed the lush grassy lawn, making his way to the tiny grove of trees.
The ponderosa loomed large above him as he wove in through the trees. Heero
was already there, sitting on his coat and leaning against the trunk.
"We've got Dorothy," Duo said, grinning.
"How do you know?" Heero asked, scooting over a little so Duo could sit
Taking the invitation, Duo sat, his leg brushing against Heero's. "Just the
way she seemed to be acting after class. I think she was digging for dirt
"Trowa is suspicious as well." The Japanese boy rooted around in his
knapsack, taking out his lunch, which consisted of another salad, a juice
box and some kind of muffin. He cracked open a packet of dressing and
poured it over the salad. "The others haven't noticed yet."
"It's early, we just started this," Duo said, stealing a lettuce leaf.
"Mmmm, cesar, yummy." He licked his lips, getting the last bit of dressing.
Heero watched him, then realizing that he was staring, said, "Have you
thought of anything else that we could do?"
"Well, I was thinking we should go for coffee. There's a café near Scoops,
it's got that whole dim an' sexy ambiance thing happening. Looks like a
good spot for a date."
"I think you should take me out this time," Heero said, the corner of his
mouth quirking up.
Duo gave him a look. Suddenly, his face changed, softening. He bent his
head down, looking up at Heero through his eyelashes. "Heero," he breathed,
"would you please go out on a date with me tomorrow night?" He smiled
slightly, leaning forward and putting his hand on Heero's knee.
Heero blinked. Then he blinked again.
"Please?" Duo said, adding a very small, almost undetectable pout.
Gathering himself back together, Heero said, "Alright."
"Now, see?" Duo said, his expression returning to normal as he moved to get
out his own lunch. "That wasn't so bad. Dating me is fun."
"Maybe," Heero replied. "But you're buying." He took a drink from his juice
box, looking at Duo out of the corner of his eye.
"Aw, shit. Dating YOU is a pain in the ass, Heero Yuy."
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The Coffee Cup, while not having a very imaginative name, was a pleasant and
relaxing place. Outside, it didn't look like much. Inside, however, it was
lit with the soft glow of candles and a few lamps. The tables were a rich
mahogany brown, gleaming in the dim light. The chairs were comfortable and
soft, with padded armrests and gently curving backs. Plants and small trees
were spread around, a small fireplace unlit in the corner and a tinkling
fountain set in the center of the room. Soft music played, the speakers
"I don't even know if I LIKE most of this stuff," Duo said, staring at the
menu. "But this is kinda nice, isn't it? I like it. Maybe I can get
something besides coffee."
"You're having coffee," Heero said, not looking up from his menu.
"You wanted to go on a coffee date, you're having coffee," Heero said again.
"Yes sir," Duo said, his eyes sparkling.
They were tucked away in a little corner; a large tree that Duo insisted was
an orange tree leaning above them. A waiter arrived a short time later,
taking both their orders and delivering them fairly quickly.
Duo took an experimental sip. "Not bad," he said, taking another taste.
"Okay, so I like café mocha. How's yours?" He licked a bit of whipped
cream from the corner of his mouth.
Taking a tiny sip and swallowing slowly, Heero waited a moment to answer.
"Powerful," he finally said, his voice a little hoarse.
"What did you order?" Duo was trying hard to not laugh. It was a losing
Heero shot him an annoyed look. "You ordered it."
"That'll be a problem if we come here again. I don't remember what it is."
"How is this going to contribute to our plan?" Heero asked.
"Maybe I just wanted to go for coffee," Duo said, taking another sip.
Heero's face went flat.
"I figure someone's bound to see us and think we're out on a date. Word
gets around. And if it doesn't, at least we got some good coffee," the
longhaired boy explained.
Eyes flickering to his own barely touched mug, Heero gave him a pointed
"Oh, here, try this," Duo said, shoving his mug at Heero.
Heero did, and was pleasantly surprised. "You're right, this is good," he
said, cradling the mug in his hands and stealing another taste.
"Hey, don't drink it all," Duo protested. "That's my whipped cream you're
stuffing in your face!"
Heero glanced down at the mug, which made his eyes cross a little. Duo
grinned at him, reaching out to take back his drink. Heero held on long
enough to have another mouthful, then reluctantly let him take it back.
"Yeah, s'right. My coffee, Yuy, mine," Duo said teasingly.
Heero gave him a half-hearted glare. Suddenly, his hand shot out and he
scooped up a bit of the whipped cream, smearing it on Duo's nose and across
his cheek. He smiled smugly. Giving his finger an appraising glance, he
shrugged to himself and stuck it in his mouth, licking the cream off.
Duo was looking at him with a shocked expression.
Heero's smile got a little bigger, and he quirked an eyebrow at the other
"I can't believe you just did that. You . . . you molested my whipped
cream," Duo said, leveling his own version of a glare at his friend. The
effect was ruined by the smear of white trailing across his face.
Heero carefully wiped the small smile from his lips and solemnly handed Duo
a napkin. The corners of his mouth twitched with the effort of not grinning
as Duo grabbed the napkin and cleaned the mess off his face.
"You know what gets me?" Duo said mournfully, staring at the napkin. "That'
s a horrible waste of good whipped cream."
Despite his best efforts, Heero couldn't hold back the laugh that managed to
"Oh, Dorothy said something today when I was talking to her, right before
lunch," Duo said, ignoring Heero's quiet laughter. "Relena's throwing a
party during the break, on Friday. And I think it's just what we need to
clinch this thing."
"We have three days before break," Heero commented.
"Yep." Duo moved closer to Heero, leaning across the little table. "I think
we should get caught at the party."
"Caught," Heero echoed. Duo's eyes really were a vibrant shade.
"Uh huh. I think we should arrange it so someone - I think it should be
Relena," Duo added without explanation, "sees us in a compromising
"Compromising situation," Heero echoed again. Very vivid flashes of
'compromising situations' stampeded through his mind.
"Heero, man, you sound like a parrot. Stay on the same wavelength, here.
We won't really be doing anything, of course, but it'll look like we are.
We should keep it so only one or two people actually SEE though. I'm not a
Abruptly, the pictures in Heero's brain took a decidedly different turn.
"You're part exhibitionist," he said in what he hoped was a doubtful voice.
"I told you dating me was going to be fun," Duo said with a wink and a
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That night, long after Duo had gone home, Heero sat in the living room, a
book open on his lap as he stared vacantly at the window. While he may have
looked like he had entered some sort of stasis, his brain was operating at a
He was thinking of Duo much more often than usual. The braided boy was in
his thoughts regularly, this much was true, and he was, after all, his best
friend. Right now, for example, Heero was replaying the night over and over
in his mind, watching the shock emerge on Duo's face and smiling a little at
Heero was having fun. Mock-dating his best friend was fun. Gradually, Duo
's face appeared in his mind's eye, wearing that same expression he had used
Monday under the ponderosa.
Head tilted to the side, warm chestnut hair falling about a slim face and
pale neck. The warmth of a hand on his leg. Violet-blue eyes sparkling,
peering up at him through lowered lashes. Lips curved up in a sultry smile,
a little moist and parted slightly as a low, husky voice breathed a single
word . . .
Heero's eyes shot open. His book tumbled to the floor, forgotten. He was
breathing rapidly as he tried to gather his scattered wits about him.
Looking around, his eyes found the large grandfather clock that sat in his
living room. It was one a.m. He'd fallen asleep; he'd fallen asleep and
dreamed about Duo.
A little shaken, Heero slowly got to his feet and retrieved his novel. And
adamantly refused to dwell on what had happened next in the dream.
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Wednesday afternoon, Relena met Duo in the hallway during the class change.
"Hello, Duo" she said, a smile on her face and her eyes shining. "Are you
and Heero certain you're coming to my party tomorrow?"
"Wouldn't miss it," he replied, mirroring her smile.
"Perfect!" Then her expression clouded slightly and she peered intently at
Duo's face. "That's odd, I never noticed before. What color are your eyes,
"Heero tells me they're blue-violet."
"Heero said that?" Surprise registered on her face.
"Yeah, he should know, too. He sees them often enough."
After that, Relena excused herself quickly, darting off to speak hurriedly
with Hilde before classes began.
Thursday morning dawned clear and bright. Heero looked around absently,
enjoying the relative quiet of the early day. Ahead, he saw the lone figure
of Duo waiting for him at the curb.
"It's working," Duo said happily. "Tomorrow's gonna be perfect."
The situation had progressed and Heero did his best to ignore his increasing
preoccupation with Duo. They had agreed to tone it down before the party,
returning to their usual habit of meeting off and on during the day. Duo
had taken to touching him frequently, brushing his hand or leg when it
really wasn't necessary.
Dorothy and Relena were wearing twin smug looks with rising frequency.
Trowa had stopped narrowing his eyes every time the braided boy touched
Heero, now barely giving it a second glance. Quatre, Wufei and Hilde were
involved in many hushed conversations, which usually ended with Quatre
beaming at both Heero and Duo every time he saw them and Hilde getting an
odd gleam in her eyes. Wufei, for the most part, simply snorted and went
around as if nothing had changed.
Heero grunted noncommittally. "We'll see."
"Have faith in me, Heero," Duo said. "See, I've got it all figured out."
Friday, as they walked home from school, Duo was oddly quiet.
"You're thinking," Heero said.
"Wha . . . ? Oh, yeah. Thinking 'bout tonight."
"What about tonight?"
"I'm wondering if we can pull this off."
"You're having doubts now?" Now, Heero thought pointedly, was not the time
to have doubts.
"I don't doubt we've got everyone convinced we're together. Geez, even
Wufei's got it figured out."
Heero remained quiet, waiting for Duo to explain.
"I was just thinking . . ."
Exasperation was not an emotion Heero experienced frequently, but he was
heading in that direction now.
"You should kiss me."
Heero blinked. He'd heard that wrong. "Now?" he asked, his pulse rate
speeding up for some reason. It definitely couldn't be that he was nervous.
"No, not now," Duo said. "At the party. Nothing involving tongue. Just a
"Decide when we get to the party," Heero said, relieved that his voice came
"Right," Duo agreed.
And that was the end of that conversation. At least, it was the end of the
spoken conversation. Heero replayed it over and over in his head once he
and Duo had parted company. Duo was heading home to get ready; he and Heero
would arrive about forty minutes into the festivities.
Standing in front of his mirror hours later, Heero was still thinking about
it. 'It' being kissing Duo. He thought about having his lips pressed to
Duo's. He thought about burying his hands in Duo's soft hair. He thought
about having his body pushed firmly against Duo's. He thought about
plunging his tongue deep into Duo's mouth. He thought about checking
himself into the psychiatric ward of St. Gabriel's.
Shaking himself out of his self-imposed daze, he checked over his outfit one
last time. Duo had picked it out; it was the only way Heero would have ever
stuck himself in dark red pants. Curious, he had glanced at the tag, trying
to figure out what they were made of. He abandoned that quest as soon as he
had seen that, whatever it was actually called, it consisted of an
impossible blend of about seven different materials that felt nothing at all
like it should have. They were soft to the touch and as tight as hell. It
defied logic. Anything that tight should have been as hard as a beetle's
carapace. The shirt was simple, black in color with three-quarter length
sleeves and a low v-neck. It fit snugly, but not uncomfortably so. He
added the same silver chain and black boots he had worn last weekend.
When he met Duo for the party, his thoughts hadn't changed much. And then
he found himself paying much too much attention to what Duo was wearing.
More specifically, how Duo was wearing it.
He was wearing straight-legged pants. Very snug leather pants with laces
across the front that wound around his waist and trailed about halfway down
the side of his leg. Silver accents set off the utter blackness of them.
His shirt was webbed, long sleeves dropping passed his hands and cut in a
wide flare that draped towards the ground. Underneath he wore a thin, sheer
shirt that barely concealed his pale skin. A deep red choker with a black
stone dangling in the hallow of his throat encircled his neck.
Heero stared. Then he blinked. Then he stared some more.
"Hiya, Heero," Duo said, leaning far in over the bathroom sink and staring
at his reflection. He dabbed something near the corner of his eye and then
turned around to face his friend. "What do you think?" he asked, gesturing
at his face.
Wondering why his mouth was suddenly dry, Heero asked, "What is it?"
"It's black kohl. Neat, huh? Damn sexy, too," Duo laughed. "Here, sit
down." He pointed at the toilet seat and closed the door.
Heero sat on the seat cover, giving Duo an inquiring look.
"I'm gonna put some on you, too," Duo explained.
"Why?" Heero's eyes narrowed.
"Because it looks good, now clam it and tip your head up." Duo leaned over
him, putting his face very close to Heero's. "Don't blink," he warned as he
touched Heero's chin lightly to keep his head still.
Duo smelled like warm sandalwood and Satsuma. Heero blinked.
"Heero!" Duo said. "I just told you NOT to do that."
"Don't do that, either." Duo blew a bit of hair up from his face. "This
isn't working, the angle's all wrong," he mumbled, mostly to himself. He
stared at Heero for a minute, then kicked the Japanese boy's legs together
and plopped down on his lap. "There, that's better," Duo said, "now don't
move, blink or glare. Stop breathing if you have to."
Heero had already done that when Duo had sat on his legs. Confused as to
what he should do with his arms, Heero let them dangle by his sides. That
was awkward. He went to cross them, but with Duo sitting on him like he
was, that was awkward too. Eventually, he rested them lightly on Duo's
thighs. His friend was staring at his face with a look of concentration and
made no sign that he even noticed the warmth of Heero's hands on him.
"There," Duo said after several minutes. "That looks good." He scooted back
off of Heero's lap and motioned towards the mirror.
Getting to his feet, Heero looked at his reflection. Duo had highlighted
the edges of his eyelids, the line growing thicker and curving up near the
outside corners. Only half of his bottom lid was traced, meeting the lop
line and giving Heero's almond shaped eyes a slanted look. He had to admit,
it did look amazingly sultry.
Duo capped the eyeliner and tossed it back on the counter. Glancing around,
he nabbed a small tube of gloss, dabbing a bit on his lips. "Well, that's
it. Let's go," he said, dropping the tube beside the kohl pencil.
And they went.
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Relena's home was set against the ocean with a large terrace hanging over
the calm waves. The beach was small, dotted here and there with rocks big
enough for three or more people to sit comfortably on. The heart of the
party was located in the large recreation room and spilled out on the
veranda. Music flowed from the expensive stereo system set into the wall.
People gathered in clusters, some around the refreshments, some poking at
the many dials on the stereo, some playing with the gaming system connected
to the wide screen television and still more grouped together just talking
Duo and Heero wandered in, walking close together. Immediately, Quatre
spotted them and waved them over to where he, Wufei and Trowa were standing.
"Hey, guys!" Duo said, smiling widely. "All decked out for the party
atmosphere, I see."
"It's a great party, too," Quatre said, returning Duo's smile. "Relena
knows how to do this right."
"Indeed she does," Wufei agreed. "The punch is excellent."
"That's spiked," Trowa said, his face bland.
"As I said," Wufei replied, taking another sip, "excellent."
"You're priceless, Wu," Duo said, laughing.
"Of course I'm priceless, Maxwell," Wufei agreed. "There's only one of me."
"We hope," Duo said.
"Duo, Heero!" Relena said, making her way over to them. "You guys look
wonderful, when did you get here?"
"Just now. Place looks spiffy," Duo complimented her.
Relena had taken the hint from Scoops and draped white and black lights
across her ceiling, leaving trails of varying lengths dangling down. More
lights were being used as curtains for the doorways. Shiny streamers
glinted in the breeze and fiber optic lamps were set in various alcoves
along the wall, turning slowly in circles.
"Thank you," Relena said, beaming. "Have a drink and enjoy yourselves, I
have to go say hello to everyone. I swear, you miss one person and they
think you've snubbed them. Oh, I'm pretty sure the punch was spiked about
ten seconds after the party started, but the cans of soda in the fridge are
safe if you want that."
"Sure thing. Once you've done your rounds, track us down from some
chitchat," Duo said.
Heero gave her the small quirking of his lips that counted as his smile.
"Thanks for inviting us, Relena," he said, catching the sideways glance Duo
Relena smiled and moved to say hello to the newest batch of people that had
just wandered in. "Oh, I forgot," she said quietly, turning back to Heero.
"It's fine for you and Duo to go anywhere in the house that's not locked,"
her gaze flickered over to the hallway where the stairs led to the second
story quickly before she continued on her way.
Heero just barely managed to cover his surprise at Relena's statement. Duo,
half listening to Quatre and half listening to Relena, broke out into a wide
"Duo?" Quatre said.
"Huh? Oh, sorry man, I was thinking about something."
"Do share, Maxwell. You are grinning like the Cheshire cat," Wufei said
"I think I'm gonna get some of that punch and say hi to everyone. You
coming, Heero?" Duo said.
Heero blinked, putting a halt to his wildly careening thoughts. "I would
like a glass of water," he said to Duo as they weaved through the crowd.
"Not water, punch," Duo corrected.
"Because you have to at least try the punch. It's one of those unwritten
Heero looked unconvinced.
"Maybe I just want to get you tipsy," Duo said, making a face.
"If you do that, it will ruin our plan."
"Ooooh, will it now?" Duo said, his eyes glinting mischievously.
Heero took the glass of punch Duo handed him and took a drink, swallowing
past the lump in his throat. Duo raised his own glass to his lips, taking a
long drink and looking around. Heero watched the muscles in his throat
work, letting his gaze trail upwards to where Duo's lips touched the rim of
Heero frowned; he was staring again. It was just Duo drinking a glass of
"Hey, hey, there's Hilde and Dorothy. C'mon, Heero, let's go mess with 'em
a bit," Duo said, turning around and coming face to face with Heero's scowl.
"Whoa, man, what's up with you?"
Heero smoothed the frown from his face with effort. "What did you say?"
"I said, let's go talk to Hilde and Dorothy," Duo said, frowning a little.
"Where were you to?"
Heero grunted something unintelligible.
"Didn't you want to talk to Hilde?" Heero asked.
"Yeah, I did," Duo said, still giving his friend an odd look.
"Were you planning on shouting across the room?"
"Nope," Duo replied and started walking towards the two girls with Heero.
A few hours later, a crowd had gathered around the widescreen television,
watching a video Relena had pulled out. It was a humorous little movie done
up by the school's film club, featuring the goings on about the school.
Almost everyone in the school showed up on the screen once, and there were
lots of laughs and comments.
Heero sat in one of the beanbag chairs, Duo sitting on the floor in front of
him leaning back against it. One arm was draped casually on the seat,
resting lightly against Heero's leg.
Heero resolutely kept his eyes on the screen. Despite his best efforts, he
found them wandering back again and again to look at Duo. For some reason,
he was hyper-aware of the body heat coming from the braided boy and seeping
through the material of his pants.
Duo gave his leg a little nudge. Heero glanced down and Duo shot a glance
at the terrace doors. Getting to his feet, Heero picked his way out of the
room and into the cool night air.
Duo waited several minutes. When he caught Relena shooting him furtive
glances from the couch, he rose and trailed after the Japanese boy.
"Heero?" Duo asked, peering around the terrace and not finding his friend.
"What took you so long?" Heero asked from right beside him.
"Shit!" Duo hissed, jumping. "You scared me!"
Heero was leaning against the wall beside the door, almost completely hidden
in a small niche in the wall. He made a vague grunt.
"I was waiting to see if anyone noticed," Duo said, choosing his words
carefully. Relena was sneaky enough to have found a way to listen in on
"Nope," Duo said with a smile.
Heero took it to mean that someone had indeed seen them both leave.
"Follow me," Duo said, taking Heero by the hand. He led them down the
winding staircase to the long strip of sand.
The ocean lapped quietly at the shore as they walked, Duo glancing back at
the house every now and then.
"What are you doing?" Heero asked.
"There's a spot I saw from the veranda earlier that'll be perfect. You can'
t see a lot of detail, but it'll work great for what we have in mind."
Heero wondered if what he had in mind was anywhere near what Duo was
thinking. He had a feeling it wasn't.
"Here we go," Duo said, much too soon for Heero's liking. The braided boy
sat down on a flat-topped rock, pulling Heero around in front of him to
stand between his legs. Duo's face was a few inches lower than his, forcing
him to look up at Heero.
"Move a little closer," Duo said, tugging on Heero's hand. "I'm sure Relena
's leaning halfway off the balcony trying to get a good look at us."
Heero complied, then asked, "How long are we going to stay here?" He was
trying hard to not stare down at Duo. It wasn't doing him any good. If he
didn't look at Duo's face, he was looking at the pale skin of his arms and
how the muscles bunched and flowed with each movement.
"I dunno. I'll let you know when I figure it out." Duo turned his head to
the side a bit, squinting at the house. "Oh, yeah. There's someone up
there. Ten bucks says it's Relena. Give me your hands." Duo didn't wait,
slipping his hands down the length of Heero's arms and placing his friend's
hands on his hips. "Come here."
"She saw you follow me," the shorthaired boy guessed as Duo pulled him
closer and wrapped his arms around Heero's neck. Duo was so close now, the
warmth of his body and the scent of his skin filling and overwhelming the
Japanese boy's senses.
Duo turned back to the other boy, grinning sheepishly. "Yep."
Heero gave Duo a half-hearted glare. His friend smiled recklessly, dipping
his head down and returning the glare with that half-pout he did so well. A
breeze blew the loose strands of his hair back, leaving his face clean and
He looked down at Duo, watching the light and shadow play over his face. He
thought about the warmth radiating from his friend's body and the feel of
the lean muscles underneath his hands. He thought about how easily Duo made
him smile and how much he loved being around him. And then he thought about
how much he loved . . . .
"Heero . . ." Duo said, watching the other boy's face gradually change. "Are
Closing the distance between them, Heero pressed his lips lightly to Duo's,
cutting off the end of his sentence. His eyelids fluttered, then slipped
closed. Heero hesitated, realizing that the soft warmth against his mouth
and the sharp intake of a breath of air belonged to Duo. His already
rapidly beating heart seemed to speed up, sending blood and heat rushing
though him. The hands on his shoulders tensed and relaxed and then Duo
tilted his head to the side, closing his eyes and rubbing his lips against
Acting without thinking, Duo parted his lips, ghosting his tongue over the
Japanese boy's mouth. Heero drew in a shuddering breath. Encouraged, Duo
did it again, starting to lean back and drag Heero with him.
Heero responded to the pressure on his shoulders, taking one hand away from
Duo's waist and bracing himself against the rock. He brought his leg up,
sliding it over Duo's and half-kneeling above him. The braided boy kept
falling backwards until he lay flat on the rock with Heero pressed tightly
Heero's lips parted of their own volition. Duo took the opportunity and
slipped his tongue deep into the other boy's mouth, tasting him. Heero
groaned when Duo pulled away, tangling his hand in Duo's hair and plunging
his own tongue passed the braided boy's lips, stroking Duo's tongue and
biting at his full bottom lip. Duo tasted like oranges, warmed by the sun.
Duo's heart was pounding wildly against his ribs, his pulse thundering in
his ears. He bent the leg Heero wasn't straddling up at the knee, rubbing
it against Heero's body. Moaning into his friend's mouth, he nipped
greedily at his lips.
Heero broke away, trailing his lips over Duo's jaw and lower, closing his
mouth over the soft skin of the other boy's neck. Duo arched his back,
baring his neck for Heero to taste. The cobalt-eyed boy bit down gently,
then traced the mark with his tongue. Pulling back, he rested his forehead
against Duo's collarbone, breathing heavily.
Duo lay beneath him, gradually opening his eyes and staring up at the sky.
His breathing was ragged, his lips still tingling with the sensation of
Heero's mouth pressed to his. Swallowing and licking his lips, still
tasting Heero on them, he looked down at Heero's bowed head.
"Wow . . ." Duo said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll bet that sure
as hell was convincing," he added softly.
Heero stayed very still, not moving except for the deep breaths his body
forced him to take. His clothes had grown tighter, the material pressed
against his groin by Duo's body. The thought sent tiny thrills traveling up
"Very," he said dryly, but his voice came out deeper and rougher than
"Okay," Duo said, trying to pull himself together. "We're going to get off
this rock." He took a deep breath, catching a small hint of Heero's scent.
Closing his eyes, he tried to slow his rushing thoughts.
Heero nodded, slipping his arms underneath Duo and lifting him up. Duo let
out a surprised yelp, wrapping his legs around Heero's waist and holding
tightly onto his shoulders to keep himself from falling. Freeing one hand
and using the rock to brace himself, the Japanese boy lowered them both
carefully to the sand with Duo still holding him tightly.
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"Damn it!" Relena hissed, yanking the set of opera glasses away from her
"What?" Quatre asked, looking from the girl to the rock she was glaring at.
"They just went on the opposite side of the boulder, I can't see them
"See who anymore?" Wufei asked, strolling out onto the terrace.
"Heero and Duo were making out on top of that rock over there," Quatre said
nonchalantly. "Things were just getting good when they decided to get down
on the sand. On the OTHER side of the rock."
Wufei's brow creased. "You were watching?" he asked, stunned.
"Of course," Trowa said from where he sat on a patio chair. "Although
Relena did get very greedy over the binoculars once Heero was straddling
Wufei started to sputter.
"Wufei?" Quatre asked. "Are you alright?"
"No, I am not!" Wufei said indignantly. "How could you do this!? And you
call yourselves FRIENDS!"
"Wufei," Relena began as Quatre paled visibly.
"No, I do not want to hear it," he said, glaring at her. "Next time, you
will not leave me out of this. I am appalled that you didn't even THINK to
ask me if I wanted to see." He crossed his arms over his chest, still
glaring mightily at the lot of them.
They all stood frozen, eyes wide and gaping at the Chinese boy.
Then Trowa started to laugh.
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Heero sat on the sand, his back against the rock with Duo sitting on his
thighs. His hands were hot against Duo's back as he held him. Duo leaned
forward, resting his head on Heero's shoulder. Then the braided boy started
to chuckle. Heero glanced at him quizzically.
"I guess the joke's on us, huh, Heero?" he replied, letting his hands drop
down from Heero's shoulders to tangle in the webbing of his own shirt.
"I'm not joking," Heero said softly.
Duo looked back up at him, dark lashes shielding his eyes. Heero was lost
in Duo's face, watching the play of emotions behind his eyes and only
catching the tail end of what he was saying.
". . . you mean?"
"I mean that I didn't kiss you to convince anyone that we were a couple,"
Heero said, his shoulders tensing.
"Why did you?" Duo asked quietly.
". . . because I wanted to . . ."
Duo was silent, listening to the rhythm of his breathing match Heero's.
"I think I . . ."
"That's enough, Heero," Duo said suddenly.
Heero's eyes widened.
"I . . . I already know," the chestnut haired boy said, getting to his knees
and moving closer to Heero while still straddling him. "It just took me a
while to figure it out." He placed his hands lightly on Heero's chest,
looking down at the Japanese boy.
"It's strange," Heero said, watching his hand run up and down the length of
Duo's braided hair.
"That everyone else was right all along," Heero said with his little
"We aren't going to tell them that, though, are we, blue eyes?" Duo said,
lowering his face closer to Heero's.
"No," Heero breathed against Duo's lips seconds before they closed over his