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For: [ albah ] Request: none, but Heero/Duo - because she told me a story

Drabble #10
by Merith

With a muttered oath, Duo crumpled up another sheet and added it to the growing pile on the table. Chewing on his lip, brows scrunched to a vee point, he began again.

"Love is a never ending circle," he mumbled under his breath and then snorted, putting a line through what he'd written. "Stupid drivelish crap." He tapped his pencil to the notebook and threw a glance at the room's other occupant. "How do I love thee, let me count the ways... Hey Heero, think that chick has any living relatives who'd sue me if I used that line?"

Heero turned from the account program he was working on and shrugged. "If not a relative, there's probably an estate of some sort." He faced the monitor again, adding, "But I doubt anyone would claim a similarity between Browning and you."

"Smartass," Duo muttered, doodling stick figures over the sheet. "Like water from a crystal clear lake, my love for you flows pure and fresh... GOD!" He ripped the sheet from the notebook and wadded it viciously. "Just shoot me now." He pounded his forehead to the table. "Why'd I agree? I hate this shit."

"Because you love her and want to make her happy," Heero answered without looking around.

With a roll of his eyes, Duo added a little saccharine to his tone, "Thanks for reminding me." He laid his head on his arms and looked out the window. "If April showers bring May flowers, what do May flowers bring?" he asked softly, watching the rain slide over the panes of glass.

"Pilgrims?" Heero responded, checking his figures against the handwritten calculations.

Duo threw a wadded ball of paper at him. "Funny, Yuy. No, they bring June weddings, the stupid things." He glared at the fresh blank sheet. "Why is this so hard? I should be able to do this. I mean, I know what love is."

Turning his chair to face his roommate, Heero stared at him for a moment. "You're making it too hard. A vow should be simple, not pretty prose. It should be from the heart, what you mean, not what someone else means or has said."

"Oh?" Duo straightened and looked at him. "You think you can do this?"

Heero nodded. "If given a minute to think, I could."

His pencil flicking in an impatient tattoo, Duo asked, "So, think you could give me a hand?"

A slight uplift of his lips, and Heero nodded again. "Give me a moment, and prepare to write." Duo shook his head in agreement excitedly, and held his pencil at the ready.

Leaning back slightly with his eyes closed, Heero rested his hands on his knees. A quick nod, and opening his eyes, he watched Duo as he spoke.

"In myths of old, there is a story of a God who created a creature so strong, it could withstand the most powerful of attacks. The creature had four arms and four legs, with two heads, and two hearts. The God was pleased with his creation and blessed it."

Duo stopped writing, and turned to look at Heero, a bemused smile on his lips.

"The other Gods were jealous at his success, and plotted to undo what he'd made. By putting their power together, the Gods created a massive thunderbolt, and ripped the creature asunder, splitting it in two with one half flung in one direction, and the other half in the opposite direction.

"The creatures, though strong apart, were thereafter destine to walk the Earth searching for their other half that was missing. Their soul-mate."

Duo rose from his seat and walked the three or four steps to stand in front of Heero, the look on his face tender and thoughtful.

"I might not have had to search long but I have found my other half. We stand here today, before all we know and the God who created us, separate as two to become one."

Duo leaned over Heero in his chair with one hand on the arm and the other on the back. His face a bare inch away, his words dusted over skin. "How did you come up with this?"

Hooking fingers behind Duo's neck and in a belt loop, Heero pulled gently. "It's what I feel, what I know." Lips met and parted; their kiss was brief.

"hmmm, you did good," Duo murmured, giving him another kiss. "But Hilde can write her own vows for what's his face. She's not getting mine." He nudged Heero's legs apart, putting his knee between them.

Making room on the chair, Heero pulled Duo down to straddle his thigh. "I thought you liked 'what's-his-face'?" He tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck to Duo's mouth. "And technically, it's my vow."

"I do," Duo muttered, laying a line of kisses to a bared shoulder. He drew back to look Heero over. "It was for me, right? You're not someone's half that I don't know about?" He cocked an eyebrow.

"There's only one who fits with my half." Heero slid his hands down Duo's back, and shifted him closer.

Duo smirked and pushed forward with his thigh, pressing it into Heero groin. "Want to demonstrate that?"

"Always," Heero murmured, pulling his face down for another kiss.


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