Pairings: Proudly Duo/Heero. Mentions of Trowa/Quatre Wufei/Zechs
Warnings: Heero's POV, Limey hints for now - and oh yes, Sappy

Notes: I first want to apologize for the two-part ending. But I have two very different things in mind and I will write it better if I break it up.


The Biting Silence
Epilogue A
by Nazarri


Love is like a storm. It is fresh and cleansing. It is natural and essential. It is powerful and fulfilling and nothing can get in its way.
- Lovers Oracle


He takes my hand.

Such a simple gesture, but for me, it means so much.

Under the twinkling stars of the night sky and strings of lantern lights, we dance slowly in each other's arms. His loving touch and the way that his eyes never leave mine tell me all that I will ever need to know.

Even here at the RenFest, surrounded by so many people, he is not afraid to show the world how he feels about me. I was nervous when we first got here. I know how hateful the world can be when true love does not fit into the small minded childish view of what love "should" be.

But as Duo says, "Fuck them! We are better; we soar in love's grace while they have chained themselves to petty thinking. Let them wallow in the muck while we fly on the wings of loving angels."

He has such a way with words.

"Gods, but you are the most precious thing in the world to me."

The memory of Duo's words warms my very soul.

His very eyes say it every time he looks at me.

Duo loves me.

He truly loves me, for what I am, good or bad. And that in itself makes our love more than what most people share. Love is not changing a person or making them out to be what you want, but accepting them without reserve. Only Duo has ever treated me that way.

And my love for Duo flows just as deep.

Not that our life is perfect. No, my Duo and I disagree at times, but we work from a foundation of inner strength and eternal faith in each other. We know that no matter what, we will stand side by side, hand in hand, without hesitation. We are not perfect, but our love and shared soul are, completely untainted by our flawed mortal beings.

A million life times together or apart change nothing to this fact.

The night is so full and clear and my heart sings with the soft wind. Everything about Duo makes my heart feel this way; with him, I am free to be myself.

So why do so many people hate the fact that we are together? We always have been and always will be. We are the best for each other; anyone who loves us knows this.

But I guess that is the bottom line, those who love us respect what we share and what we are to each other. We have Trowa and Quatre, Wufei and Zechs; all of us stand together in a circle of unbroken strength. In a world that hates homosexuals, we are there for each other.

As it should be.

What a shame it would be if we turned against each other. But we will not. Our love is too important to treat like a game.

And those others simply do not matter.

So we move around the dance floor with the other couples, lovers among lovers. In this place where our love can be expressed without fear, there are many couples like us. It is so good to see.

We are dressed in our RenFest finery. Duo is wearing his outrageous bard costume of dark gray and purple, bells on his codpiece and all. I am in an Elven archer outfit that Duo wanted me to have; it is leather armor of deep brown and green with cut leather leaf shapes.

Of course, I am wearing a codpiece as well. Duo is so naughty! He kept going out and finding a new and bigger piece, claiming loudly that there was nothing large enough to contain "me". And each time that he returned, he would nuzzle and kiss my cock through the thin material, which did make it difficult to find a good fit.

Duo likes the way that I look, but there is no way that I look as beautiful as he does in his outfit. By the Gods, the man is gorgeous!

We continue to dance, gazing into each other's eyes; the world simply falls away.

We are lovers, but we have not um

I blush even thinking about it.

Duo smirks at me, obviously knowing where my thinking has drifted. He has been so wonderful with me; he knows that we need to move slowly into intimacy.

We lean into each other at the same time, sharing a soft kiss as we continue to dance.

So far, we have only shared loving touches and kisses.

And Duo seems to be obsessed with my ass. Not that this is a bad thing! He loves to have me lay across his lap as he caresses and covers my ass with feather kisses. I swear that he can do this for hours.

But this night we move beyond that, to explore new ways to express our love.

Duo brushes my ear with his lips, "Are you ready?"

I am very ready.

My answer is to pull him from the dance floor.

We head toward our gypsy wagon; Duo actually acquired one for us to stay in.

Half way across the festival grounds, Duo pulls me to stop. I watch his eyes slowly move toward the heavens. "Heero, there is something we should do first, okay?" His voice sounds quiet.

I nod. Whatever it is, it obviously means something important to Duo. Hand in hand, we walk to the gardens. He looks thoughtful, and I wonder what is going through his head.

We approach the ivy chapel hidden amongst the twisted and hanging vines. It is small for a place of worship, but large for a garden structure. There are a few support pieces of fallen wood. But the walls and overhead roof are covered with nothing but ivy, a holy place of nature.

There are four rows of benches and a wooden platform at the far end. An altar stands at the far end, covered with various pieces from all faiths and candles. Even though there are a few lit petition candles, the chapel is empty.

This place has such a strong feel of the sacred; I am in silent awe.

We walk together toward the front. Duo releases my hand and I watch him move to the altar. He takes a glass votive from a basket and lights one, he places it on the wooden surface with the others.

He comes back to my side and lowers himself to his knees. I watch him release his hair from his braid and lower his head in silent prayer.

I am stunned by the ethereal looking love of mine. The few candles glow and the moonlight from above pours through the ivy, he looks like an angel. He is so beautiful and pure.

His visage renders me weak, I slowly lower myself, on my knees next to him, our shoulders touching. My fingers reach out, I take a few strands of his silken tresses between my fingers, bringing them to my lips to kiss in reverence.

He is perfect, my beloved Duo.

I watch him in our silence as he prays; for what, I am not certain.

After a few minutes, he raises his head once again, seemingly gazing at the moon through the ivy. He speaks softly. "I want you to know how much I love you."

"I love you too." My words meant only for his ears. In this place, it seemed wrong to speak in a full voice.

He turns his face to mine, "I pledge my love to you, forever."

I take his hand and raise it to my waiting lips, whispering a kiss across his fingers. "Forever, Duo, I pledge my love. You are in my heart and soul, where no one else will ever be. "

He quivers slightly as he opens his other hand; we both look down. He holds two simple rings of gold.

Without a word, I take one and place it carefully on his finger, as his hand that still rests in mine.

He leans forward and kisses my ear as he takes my hand into his. My face is draped in his hair when I feel him slip the other ring onto my finger.

Duo kisses my ear, then my cheek; finally his lips come around to meet mine. He is so gentle: I part my lips to deepen our joining. Our tongues softly caress each other.

We meld into one another, our mouths and bodies pressed together. There is no denying the rising heat that we feel. A moan rumbles in my throat as I feel Duo's hands slide over my ass. He pulls my hips forward, grinding his codpiece against mine my toes curl.

Oh Gods! What he does to me!

The need for air becomes urgent. Reluctantly we end our kiss. It is time to go, before we consummate our love right here in this sacred place.

Hand in hand, we run out of the chapel and to our awaiting gypsy wagon.

Anticipation runs high as I wonder what new delights Duo has in store for me.

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