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Yaoi dislikers beware, this is a 3x5 and eventually 2x3. Bail now if you don’t like it. ?
Note: This is a futuristic Gundam setting, technology has advanced rather
a lot, and there is also an over abundance of psychics and such. People
are using more of their brains. Quatre has moved up to become one of the
most powerful psychics in the world ~.^
“I’ll be the One” - BSB, used with out permission
Prologue: Before Disaster
“ON YOUR RIGHT Heero!”
The Wing Zero deftly moved out of the way of the mobile doll. Even though Duo didn’t receive verbal or visual confirmation, he was sure that Heero had flashed him one of his silent thumbs-up.
Duo grinned maniacally, staring into his scopes with death burning in his eyes.
“SHINIGAMI HAS RETURNED FROM HELL!”
It was almost comical to see the way that Altron and Heavyarms
got OUT of Duo’s way as he made a blind rush forward, scythe uplifted and
wings unfurled. Deathscythe Hell Custom was one of the most unnerving mechs
to be in battle with out of all the Gundams. Wing Zero was one of the most
beautiful. However true to the saying, Zero was just as deadly as it’s
friends.
“YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAHHA HA HA! WHO!”
Wufei blinked, slightly unnerved by the sounds of Duo cheerfully moving down row after row of mobile dolls. Personally he was about ready to move to the front and personally choke Dorthy Catalonia, who was undoubtedly behind this particular onslaught.
Off on another side Sandrock had taken a momentary reprieve. When Wufei felt the familiar buzz of Quatre’s mind switching modes he figured that the small Arab had plugged in the Zero system. That system did odd things to the master.
Wufei could only give him that title because that was what he was. He had mastered his mind completely. The Chinese boy couldn’t be entirely sure that it was Quatre’s physical form in that cockpit, or if it was just a projection and Quatre was really laying at home on his bed.
Trowa was on his far left, plugging doll after doll full of burning holes. In his minds eye he could see Trowa now, with just a hint of a smile on his lips, calmly calculating how much longer it would be before he would have to back off.
It had been a time of much change for the pilots after the war. Society had suffered an upgrade. People became more aware of exactly what they could do with their minds. Things had become a lot different. With the coming of a generally more aware populace, lots of the problems of the past disappeared. Yet even with the solution to lots of the older problems, there were whole new sets of problems.
With psychic energy there were psi-stalkers, those that hunted out people and drained their aura and left them for dead. And then there were others as well. Technology had boomed in recent years. Most of the pilots had volunteered to get upgraded; in order to fight her.
They didn’t say her name anymore. They all hated it too much. With Dorthy at her side and a large amount of brainwashed people standing with her, She was powerful, wealthy and a stuck up brat with nothing better to do with her time than to cause idle mayhem. No one would have ever expected that She would have been strong enough to rival Dorthy or Quatre. That she might even surpass them in some aspects. But She did.
Being the conniving, twisted individual that she was, She had gone on to start a new war in the name of her brother, who had been dead for a space of years. She had banded together all that she could and now the planets and surrounding colonies were in turmoil.
The people hadn’t known what to make of it when their former, peaceful leader turned violent. They did what they had to, they split into factions. The classifications came down to several main categories and then some sub categories.
There were the Masters, like Dorthy and Quatre. The Masters were
those that had completely mastered their brainwaves and minds as a collective
and had full command of their entire mental arsenal.
Masters were a rare find. On a public record there were only about
five in existence. Two of which were Dorthy and Quatre. She was one of
them, and then there were two more that no one could find. Masters had
been known to take down entire armies without much effort on their part.
That was part of what made them so frightening.
The second classification of people were those that melded with the machine, loosely termed ‘machineheads’. These were people that could talk to the machines that they worked with. It hadn’t been much of a surprise when Heero qualified for that classification. Something that made the machineheads unique, was their ability to meld with their machines, completely. It was one of the oddest things in the world to watch a person melt into a machine, their expression welcoming as the wires coursed under their skin, into their bloodstreams. The machineheads were also among the most-feared of the classifications. If one got into a computer network then they could know anything that they wanted. They were also rare, though not quite as much as the Masters.
The third classification, broken down into five sub-categories, were the elementals. There were five elements that people specialized in mainly, with more sub-categories. There were the water, fire, earth, wind and void elementals. These people were in touch with the elements and usually had some sort of kinesis linked with their element. Wufei qualified under the fire elemental label and was a pyrokinetic. It was awe-inspiring to watch the people work. The first four sub-categories were common to find in varying degrees of intensity. However, the fifth element, void, had yet to have anyone to qualify under it. There had only been two cases and the babies had died early in their life.
Along with a host of smaller categories, there was the most common heading, just a general psychic. These were people that had abilities that ranged from telekinesis to empathy and everywhere in between and beyond. Out of all of the pilots Trowa and Duo were the only ones that qualified as even semi-normal. To that point neither had shown signs of any sort of psychic tendencies at all. That was a relief and a burden to their fellow pilots. The fact that they weren’t psychic protected them from such attacks, but it also pinpointed them as targets.
The five Gundams were fighting Her forces right then, and it basically came down to who was going to win the mental struggle, Quatre or Dorthy
Heero snarled slightly as he felt Wing glitch. He reached out through Wing’s circuits to help ease his Gundam’s distress. He knew just as well as the next person that the mech was only that, just a mech, however it was -his- mech. He loved it, he took care of it, and it only responded to him. Ever since he had discovered a way to meld with his machine had had flown much better than he ever had in his life.
The battle was concluded in a quick manor. Quatre and Dorthy called it a draw and withdrew. The other pilots suffered no disillusion that the battle that they fought was merely furthering Dorthy and Quatre’s game. After the dolls had retreated everyone came into the hangar, each worn out in their own way.
Heero must have looked a strange sight to one unaccustomed to him sitting in Wing’s cockpit. As the doors in front of him opened he still was plugged into Wing. It had it’s wires in him all over his body. He’d gotten into the habit of simply flying in a pair of rather short shorts and a tank-top, so as better to be able to meld with his machine. Wing respected any clothed skin and didn’t plug into him where material covered.
The only ones that had ever seen Heero in that state numbered two. Those two were Fusei and Duo. The cheerful pilot who called himself the Shinigami was never one to respect privacy. A week prior to the battle they had just fought the Deathscythe pilot had been over-eager to see Heero and make sure that he had come through the battle fairly unscathed. He had popped the door on the Gundam and watched with morbid fascination as Heero sat still as wires and cables slowly pulled out of his skin where they had been rooted. The look on his face had been something indescribable. Duo could have almost classified it as joy.
The other was a small and pale girl who was mostly silent. Her brilliant blue eyes were her usual mode of conversation along with head and body motion. Most that knew her suspected her mute, others felt that she just had nothing to say and nothing moved her to speak. The only reason she was even in the company of the pilots was the simple reason that Wing had chosen her. There had been a point in time where Heero was the only one to touch his mech. That had been shortly after he discovered that he could meld with it. After a particularly brutal mission he had come in looking three quarters of the way to hell and hadn’t even had the strength to drag himself out of the cockpit. He’d been hospitalized, but Wing had stood in disrepair for weeks. The system refused to let anyone save it’s master touch it. Then came quiet, rather shy Fusei. She had been sitting in the hangar of the rebuilt Peacemillion; the ship that the Gundams used as their base of operations. She’d been working on one of the other suits and had noted Wing’s condition. Without fear of the great machine she’d picked up her toolbox and gone to work on the mech. By the end of the day she had it fixed.
When Heero came back from the hospital he hadn’t been angry as many had expected him to be. But rather he had been happy in a bittersweet way. All he had said was simply that Wing had found a friend. The rest of the pilots had heard nothing more of it, and in that same way the quiet girl had found her way into their lives.
Now Heero was in their machine. Wing was the other part of Heero and Fusei loved the machine and the machine’s owner with equal ardor. The battle had not been particularly long, nor had it been hard. Actually, from what he could tell, Wing had been happy to get out and do something. As the wires receded he jumped down from his mech and landed with catlike grace on the cement ceiling. Fusei, sitting over in a corner nodded to him and then went back to work on her laptop. Off close to where Heero had disembarked there were the sounds of the others getting out of their gundams as well. The bright eyed Duo was the most vocal out of the group.
“GOD WAS THAT FUN!”
Quatre, looking very strange indeed after a mind to mind fight with Dorthy just looked at him and chuckled lightly. Trowa said nothing, as was his usual state of mind after a battle and stuck close to Quatre. Out of some sense of something Trowa had become Quatre’s silent angel. As far as anyone knew, nothing intimate in any sense existed between the two pilots, however Trowa was always there to catch the little Arab during the few times that he fell.
One of Quatre’s biggest problems was his mental strength. In being able to do almost anything at all he had lost a lot of what had originally been himself as his Space Heart had morphed into something much more intimidating over the years. He was always the one to shield and sort out the others after a severe mental barrage. A true testament to the skill of his mind had been the time that he had unscrambled Heero after someone put a virus in Wing. After that little escapade, heads had literally rolled, but it was always the Arab that was starting the cleanup of every mess. However, even the Master could fall.
There had been times that his mind had been so overtaxed by reality that he had ended up in a shivering, convulsing heap, his body unable to keep up with his mind. In those times Trowa had gone to him, talked to him, soothed him in a way that no one else could and helped him regain his sense of balance an every plane.
From his corner Wufei observed the interaction of energies between the two and smiled ruefully, snapping and watching the small flame that appeared on the tip of his index finger. He watched the fire dance for a moment and then blew it out, smoke trailing wistfully into the air before vanishing. Everything had turned out right on this mission, but his instincts told him that something was coming, and in the last few years he had learned that he HAD to trust his instincts.
As the rest of the pilots walked into the main complex in which they stayed a name came to him. ‘Duke Dremail’ The name didn’t ring a bell offhand, so he indexed it in the back of his mind to research it.
Later that evening everything in the house was still. Dinner had been eaten and nothing urgent had come their way. They had the evening free to relax. Wufei looked around and let his mind stretch, feeling everyone else out.
Trowa and Quatre were together, mind to mind. He smiled once again. It was about time that the Arab opened up to Trowa and let him see who he really was. A mindlink between two people was….intense. He had never preformed one, but he knew what he had been told. It was an experience that no one save another that had felt it could explain. He left them to themselves as he felt Quatre’s mind brush his in a mildly warning way. He was fine with giving them their space, if that’s what they needed. Instead he reached out to Heero, and oddly in the same action he got both Fusei and Wing. Wing was an interesting presence in his head. He had long ago accepted the fact that their gundams were faily sentient. He and Heero were the only ones that truly understood or accepted the fact, but it still remained there for the plain beholder to realize if they dared.
As he touched Fusei’s mind he felt very cold, very lonely and very violated in the same instant. As he touched her mind she pulled violently away from his close to fiery presence. He wouldn’t go there. Her mind wasn’t his to look at, nor did he particularly want to. His original target came into his mind and Wufei was pulled out of where he was physically standing.
Heero was lying on his back, his palms reasting on his laptop, a single
wire plugged into his temple. His eyes were closed and he was ‘talking’
to his computer. Information ran at insane rates through his neural passages
and back to the computer again. Idly Wufei wondered what it was like when
Heero was online and tried something like that.
(It’s a very odd experience. It’s like you’re part of a collective
mind)
Wufei blinked. He hadn’t been aware that Heero was sitting in on his conversation. As he watched the Wing pilot brought his fingers into the air as a couple more wires snaked out of nowhere at all to plug into him. Silently he tapped away at a phantom keyboard of his own design. Wufei shivered slightly and pulled out of Heero’s sub-conscious. He didn’t understand the way the Wing pilot worked. He never would. The final person to check on was Duo.
At the thought of the vibrant Deathscythe pilot the pyro smiled. He was very affectionate of Duo in more ways than one. Out of all of the pilots he was the one that needed the most protection. He was the least aware of himself. Though Wufei felt a kindred spirit in the other boy. In the sub classes Duo was the closest to his own classification. His energies were the closest to the raw, elemental kind. And yet Duo’s actual classification eluded him like slipping water through stones. As he tentatively reached into the boy’s mind he was met with nothing but silence. Serene black silence. Every now and then a swirl of red would phase through Duo’s mind, but other than that Wufei couldn’t meet with the boy on that level. Simply put, there was no one home. Just as he was about to leave he felt spectral eyes on him. He looked back over his ‘shoulder’ and saw something very odd. In the darkness there was a figure that vaguely resembled Duo, staring at him. He smiled to himself, the gesture reaching his eyes even as it moved his lips. Perhaps Duo was more aware than he gave the Deathscythe pilot credit for.
He receded from the other boy’s mind, like a wave slowly pulling it’s foaming fingers from the beach. Once he was completely back to himself he smiled. Now he could run the check on the ‘Duke Durmail’ person. Most likely he was a subordinate of Hers. As he ran the name through the system it gave him a profile of one of her technicians, recently moved up to commander’s status. He would be leading military actions in the near future. For some reason the name bothered him. It was from the time before the awakening. He couldn’t remember too much from back then, save for his pilot’s training and scattered images and feelings. Back then it had been a confusing time.
As he stared at the face of a man with an absolutely gigantic nose, he couldn’t think why he despised the man so much. From what the records indicated She, had pulled him back from death itself and retrofitted a new body for him. That disagreed with the Chinese pilot on several levels but he didn’t say anything. He just turned off the screen with a flick of his fingers and let his eyelids droop. Meditation would serve him well during this time. Or so he hoped it would.
What Wufei received in that calm state shook him up so badly that he phased into a regular level of consciousness and was shaking like a leaf. No one else was around or attuned to him at that moment so they couldn’t feel the fear pounding through his heart like a caged animal. People were doing to die, Dremail, it all had something to do with the man with the big nose. But he couldn’t think too hard, and he gave up on trying. He just knew that bad things were to come.
(Passage of approximately a month)
(God to I hate it when I’m right.) Wufei stared out into the firefight with mild disgust. He had known that something bad was coming up. He wished that he’d received the Dremail hint like he was supposed to. Someone had been trying to tell him something but he hadn’t been listening too hard.
Now the current situation had arisen and he wasn’t happy about it at all. As Maxwell would most likely put it, Wu-man was not a happy camper.
For the past week Dremail had been hounding them constantly with mobile dolls, and slowly but surely the pilots were beginning to wear down. Even Heero, he of the machines, couldn’t break into their core and make them go away so that the group could receive a temporary respite.
With a swinging of his staff took out another few of the hateful things. Something he clearly remembered before awakening was a general hate for mobile dolls. In fighting them he recalled where he had developed such a fervent dislike of the things. It was like swatting away gnats, but annoying gnats that would eventually do you damage, and he didn’t like it. When the last of the things had been disintegrated into fine shrapnel pieces he hit the com, speaking to his friends.
“Everyone still in one piece?”
There was a moment of static and then Maxwell came back first,
the bounce still in his tone. “I’m not dead Wu, takes a lot more than that
to kill Shinigami.”
“Hn”
“I’m here.”
“Acknowledged”
That made for Heero, Quatre and Trowa all confirmed. With a sigh Wufei fell back against the straps of his seat and took a breath. That had been very annoying. With a sigh I looked over to the com panel again.
“I vote we head home.”
Duo chimed in next, letting the weariness that Wufei knew he felt sink into his tone. “ I vote we get our asses back to base and sleep. All in favor say aye, all opposed, screw you.”
There were various chuckles heard between the group collectively agreed with Duo. He usually was the most blunt and abrasive about how he got things done, when he didn’t have time or the energy to use his normal style and finesse, however in those blunt times he was usually the most correct in whatever he proposed.
In the base Heero stared at his own hands and winced. He was bleeding everywhere. He wouldn’t tell anyone else about it, but one of the dolls had hit him with something and now his whole psyche was off balance. Wing was in a state of sensorial agitation. It had been thrown decidedly awry from the hit and even yet had tried to shield it’s pilot from feeling the impacts of it. In that same hit the general CPU of Wing had almost hit critical, and in the same ensuing rush of activity from Wing trying to right itself, Heero got fried. When Wing pulled out him the wires left little bloody holes. The whole mecha radiated distress at having physically injured him as well as his mind but he smiled still at his old friend, and what some would call his love.
“I know that you didn’t mean to hurt me, don’t be so distressed.”
At the other end of the hangar Duo stood silently, his violet eyes a frightened wide. He had never seen Heero come out of Wing in nearly the shape that he was in now. The mech usually took amazing care of it’s pilot. Deatscythe wasn’t half as conscientious to him. He took two steps forward and stopped at the look of pure and unadulterated love on Heero’s face as he gazed up at Wing. With tears stinging his eyes which he furiously wiped away Duo started to melt back into the cool shadows of the hangar, trying to get away from what he couldn’t have.
Everyone had changed after awakening, and especially Heero. He had watched his comrade’s personalities change in dramatic ways, and even so he held to the small dream that possibly somewhere inside them they were still the same as they had been before humanity had received the cosmic upgrade. Or the cosmic bitch slap in his case. As everyone else around him became more aware he stayed where he was. He was one of the few people in the universe that couldn’t feel a thing. Not a damn thing at all. When he hadn’t gained that awareness then he had pretty much lost Heero because he couldn’t feel what the other felt. With a long sigh he had just about left the cockpit when Heero ’s now soft and fairly toneless voice caught up to him.
“Where are you going Duo? And why are you so upset.”
(Damn him and his senses.) Again Duo scrubbed at his eyes, trying to get the tell tale redness to leave his eyes. He didn’t want Heero to know that he’d been crying and especially not over him, the boy that he’d loved mercilessly for several years now.
Duo stepped forward into the light, his bangs in his face and his usual, cheerful, half-assed grin on his face.
“Nothin’, nothing’s the matter at all. And I was going to get lunch and a nap.”
Heero sagged against the leg of his Gundam and looked at Duo carefully. “You know that you’re the only one that I’ll let see me like this.”
Duo blinked back his surprise and came forward further, kneeling down next to his friend and staring up into his expressive cobalt eyes.
“No, I didn’t know that Heero.”
His senses were fried, his mind wasn’t acting too logically but Heero wanted to try something. Wing had informed him that there was a ninety nine percent chance of him not coming out of the next battle. He looked at the violet eyed boy and smiled slowly, trying to get the warmth that he felt into his mind to transfer onto his face. He wasn't used to communicating things physically. He was the one to sit and speak his thought through action or written word. Emotion wasn't his strong point.
He slid down the smooth metal of the Gundam that he knew as well as his own body and looked over at the chestnut haired pilot once again.
"Yeah, beside Fusei you're the only one that has ever seen me like this."
Duo blinked, quelling a surge of jealousy that flashed through his system at the thought of someone other than himself being able to touch Heero, and see him in his weaker moments. With a long sigh he paused, looking at the cobalt eyed pilot.
"What are you trying to say Heero? Just spit it out and get to the point."
"Will you....sleep with me this evening?"
Duo blinked back his complete and utter surprise. “Wha—“
Normally Heero would have taken Duo’s surprise as rejection, but he knew better than that. He’d felt Duo’s mind singing mournfully in it’s solitary and he knew that the violet eyed boy yearned for someone to share himself with. Heero intended to be that person for him. It would be his first willing venture of the sort, but it was fitting that it would be Duo. Somewhere in the back of his mind he realized that before awakening even, Duo who stood before him was something entirely precious to him, and Heero wanted to share his whole soul with him.
As Heero’s cobalt blue eyes stared into him Duo felt himself waver and then fall to his knees. He touched Heero’s shoulders, holding onto the slender Wing pilot as if the entire world was falling around him. After a moment of deep and troubled silence Duo spoke again his voice soft,
“Yes, I will. But there’s a condition?”
“What would that be?” Heero’s soft words were like feather light kisses waiting to be given.
“That you won’t die on me.”
Heero blinked at him, his rather expressive eyes conveying all of the confusion that he felt. Duo spoke again, still looking down.
“Before I give myself to you, I want to know that you won’t just forget me and join the dead. I couldn’t take something like that…not again…”
Duo started as Heero’s strong arms wrapped around him. The little cuts and abrasions from Wing’s overload had closed and healed to a point all ready. Duo didn’t understand it but he wasn’t going to question it. As they walked back to the dorms together they watched Quatre and Trowa in the hall. It was the most interesting sight in the world to see the little blonde, his eyes completely blank of anything else drowning in the jade jewels that were Trowa’s eyes. Duo looked over to Heero, wanting to ask something but not sure if he should. Heero spoke before him, giving permission to ask the question.
“Ask anything that you want. I’ll hide nothing from you.”
Duo took a breath and then smiled at Heero. “What are they doing?”
Heero looked and got the distant appearance to his mind for a moment as well, and then he phased back into reality.
“They’re caught in a mind-link.”
Duo blinked. “A hum-a-huh?”
“A mind-link.” Heero smiled, his features holding a sort of serene bliss that Duo had only seen when Heero was killing things back before awakening or when he was plugged into Wing. The cobalt eyed boy looked over to Duo and stroked a finger over his cheek. “I’ll show you what it is. I promise that you’ll love it!”
Duo thought about it for a little while and then nodded. He’d heard about such things, but never been informed of exactly went on within them. He just knew that two people were essentially sharing one mind. He hoped somewhere dimly in the back of his mind, that all of the bio-enhancements he had taken upon himself would qualify him as enough of a machine for Heero to meld with. The different classifications had different ways about going about that sort of a thing, but the machineheads were the big ‘melders’. Even so he was open to pretty much any new experience that life was out to give him. As they continued down the hall Duo had to ask another question. He blushed slightly as he stammered out the question.
“Uuuuh, is a mind-link anything like sex?”
When Heero laughed Duo felt like a complete moron. He realized that he had gained the nickname the braided baka for a reason. Without warning Heero grabbed Duo’s hand and squeezed lightly.
“For someone with no prior experience there, yes, it is kind of like sex, except much more than….it’s….something indescribable.”
Duo blushed a fierce crimson at that. He sighed and then spoke again, not really knowing why he did so. “I’ve got to be straight up with you. I’m not a virgin in a physical or mental sense. There’s more than one way of raping someone, or so I found out a while ago.”
He had half expected Heero to pull away, but instead the Wing pilot looped a hand around his waist and kissed the crown of his head, a worried expression dancing through his eyes.
“I’m so sorry.”
Duo growled, somewhere suspicion rising within him like an angry phoenix. “Why are you being so cuddly all of a sudden?”
As he watched the rather smooth expression of Heero’s face morph into something quite strange and different, he realized that he was looking at the original Heero Yuy, or rather Odin Lowe Jr. He spoke and his quiet voice was full of emotion and presence.
“Because even before I was awake, I was drawn to you. From the very first time we met.”
Duo laughed. “The first time we met I tried to shoot you, and I did too!”
Heero smiled as well as they neared his quarters. “That didn’t matter. It felt right here.” He placed a hand on his breast, just over his heart. Duo blinked and smiled again, at a complete loss for any sort of words. As the door opened Heero stood to the side, ushering him in.
Heero walked over to his bed and stripped of all clothing. Duo watched fascinated and allured by the motion of Heero’s muscles under his skin. He realized that he was staring like a lovesick school girl and managed to close his mouth by the time that Heero turned to him. The Japanese boy was obviously not ashamed of his own skin. He smiled slowly at Duo, and the long haired pilot realized that stripping down would be the right idea. But he was suddenly caught in the throes of a shyness attack. Heero just smiled at him and he slipped out of the garments, slowly, still watching Heero and wondering what the hell was going on. As the boy sat down on his bed he patted a spot next to him, indicating that Duo should sit.
And sit the rather nervous Deatscythe pilot did. He looked over at Heero with a furious and unrelenting blush coloring his cheeks.
“I--is there some particular reason that we’re naked?”
Heero smiled at him again, something that he only did for his Duo and laid down onto the soft suppleness of the sheets.
“It works better if there’s nothing interrupting contact between us. Skin to skin is the best way to go.”
Duo blinked and then slowly nodded. His long chestnut hair trailed over his shoulders and shone in the dim light of the room. His lavender eyes drooped from exhaustion but sparkled at the prospect of something new forthcoming. He started slightly as Heero slipped his arms around his waist, splaying his fingers out to touch Duo’s back right over his spine.
(That makes sense for him to touch me there, ‘cause that’s as close to a CPU as I get…)
Duo’s thoughts were completely cut off and a small gasp ran past his lips as Heero entered him. It was nothing at all physical, but the sheer force of Heero’s mind stunned the Deathscythe pilot. It felt as if he were drowning in Heero’s conscious. After a moment of fierce struggle Duo felt someone lift him out of his daze and he knew what they meant about a complete and utter breakdown of barriers between people in mind-links.
Never in any way could he be so completely ‘with’ Heero as he was now. The other boy’s consciousness permeated his being and filled him with warm, adoring affection. He could see everything in Heero’s mind and he was sure that it was just the same the other way around. He was aware that he spoke, and he heard his own voice through Heero’s ears.
“You’re right…” he breathed, “it is….indescribable.”
He felt the sensation of his own lips on Heero’s as he brought them up to kiss the Japanese boy. He moved much closer in the physical sense and once again dove into his unexpected lover, feeling Heero’s inquisitive mind in his own as well.
As they lay there in the aftermath, as close as physical bodies would allow them to be, Duo whispered.
“Now remember, you promised me.”
(How could I forget something like that Duo-chan?)
“Just so, thought I ought ta’ remind ya, ‘cause people have this nasty habit of forgetting their promises not to die.”
(Never. I wouldn’t leave you like that.)
“Thought so.”
As Duo drifted to sleep Heero let himself go as well. Perhaps it was right that the Deatscythe pilot should be his first love, in his waking state. He cuddled the boy as close as he could and nuzzled his face into the crook of Duo’s neck. He knew what was coming. And he didn’t like it, not one bit.
-End Prologue-
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