Deep in the night, Heero lay
on his back, entwined with his lover. Duo's head was on his chest, an
arm and leg lying over his. One of Heero's arms wrapped around Duo's sleeping
form, the hand playing gently with the soft waterfall of unbound hair.
Heero closed his eyes, feeling the rapture in his body and soul. Duo was
his. Duo loved him. . . .
"More," Heero groaned, burying his fists in Duo's thick chestnut
hair, raising his hips to meet the boy's as he drove into him in deep,
slow thrusts. Every thrust hit that spot inside him that made pleasure
burn throughout his body, and he wanted more.
Duo groaned, hanging his head. It was good Duo knew what to do, because
although Heero had been with women -- well, more specifically,
a woman -- and he had a pretty good idea of how two boys
would work, he didn't know for sure.
At Heero's plea, Duo gave more. The pleasure Duo was giving him built,
and built, and built, until Heero couldn't take it any more and came,
screaming Duo's name and spattering both of them with semen.
But it was what Duo said after he came, screaming Heero's name the way
he had screamed Duo's, that gave him more pleasure than anything could
"I love you. . . ." came the whisper, followed by a soft kiss
on his neck.
Heero stared up at the ceiling, tears of joy filling his eyes. "I
love you, too, Duo," he whispered.
Heero shifted, pulling the covers up tight around the two of them, moving
so that he could put both arms around the boy in his bed. "Aishiteiru,
Duo," he said, and smiled. Not dai suki, suki desu or even koi shiteiru,
but the full-out ai shiteiru. Heero smiled as he fell asleep.
The tap class teacher yawned and trudged down the stairs of Heero's mansion
into the kitchen. All the other guests were up, apart from Duo and Heero.
"Where're Duo and Heero?"
"Still asleep," Lucy replied. "We were gonna let them sleep
and leave a note saying we'd gone."
The teacher nodded. Sensible.
Duo found the dream slipping away as he rose towards consciousness. He
whimpered and tried to stay asleep, supremely happy in the dream of Heero's
strong warm arms around him and not wanting to face the harsh reality
of an empty bed.
Then his eyes snapped open in shock.
It wasn't a dream.
Wide violet eyes slowly traveled up the strong chest muscles close to
his face, up the neck column, along the strong jawline, and to a face
he knew so well.
Holy shit! I've died and gone to heaven!
Heero was still asleep, features young and vulnerable without their usual
scowl. Duo held his breath, afraid to wake the other boy lest it all shatter
to pieces and prove to be nothing more than a carry-over from his dream.
Hesitantly, Duo lifted a hand and put his finger on Heero's lips. He softly
traced the full lower lip, rubbing back and forth. Yup, it was real all
right. He was here, in Heero's arms, in Heero's bed.
Heero stirred and mumbled something, his grip tightening on Duo. The braided
boy decided to find out once and for all if this was a dream. He leaned
forward and replaced his finger with his lips, licking Heero's lower lip
gently. His mouth was slack in sleep, so Duo slid his tongue into the
warm, wet cavern.
Heero had obviously woken up by this time, as his hand came up to cup
the back of Duo's head, responding to the kiss eagerly.
Duo pulled back, staring down at Heero, who regarded him with heavy-lidded
eyes. "Pinch me," he said.
Heero blinked. "Nani?"
"I want to know if I'm dreaming or not. Pinch me."
So Heero did.
"Ouch!" Duo yelled as his nipple was tweaked. Then tears filled
his eyes as he realized what that meant.
"Duo?" Heero sat up. "Did I hurt you that much?"
Duo flopped onto his back and just stared up at Heero. He said he loves
me. "Last night. . . . You said you love me."
Heero frowned. Was Duo having second thoughts? "I do love you."
A smile took over Duo's face, tremulous but more real and happier than
his manic laugh. The tears in his eyes spilled as he smiled, and, concerned,
Heero wiped them away with his thumb.
"Duo? What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Duo said. "Nothing is wrong at all. That's why
This made less sense than usual. Heero told him so.
"I love you too," Duo said. "Now kiss me, you big idiot."
That, at least, Heero could understand. He kissed Duo as gently as he
had last night, lying on top of him and caressing the lean length of the
boy's body with one hand. He hooked Duo's free leg around his waist, as
Duo rubbed the other one between his thighs.
The braided -- well, now unbraided -- boy tried to roll
them over. Heero held him down and pulled back just far enough to whisper,
"It was your turn last night -- now it's mine."
Duo had no complaints.
After that, things changed. Duo and Heero spent every available moment
in each other's company, although whether they were discussing where to
go to college or doing something else entirely is not something anybody
knew for sure.
Heero, being a bluntly honest person, now agreed with the people in the
town who tried to antagonize him by calling him a fag and Duo his 'short,
girly-haired' lover. It infuriated them beyond belief when Heero kept
saying, "Yes, I am gay," and "Yes, he is my lover,"
to what they said. Duo thought this was extremely funny.
Before they knew it, school was over. Their exam results were in; near
perfect scores for both of them. Heero graduated as valedictorian, Duo
the next one in line for that position. The two of them applied for, and
got, a place in one of the top colleges in the country, the Isaac Newton
Science & Dance College . True, it was an unusual combination,
but the college had an excellent reputation.
Duo and Heero found an apartment together near the college. Solo insisted
on helping pay the purchasing costs, as he decided that now he could afford
it he would not be beholden to Heero for anything. Never mind that Heero
kept telling him he didn't owe him.
On the first day, there was to be an assembly of the new class, no matter
what courses they were taking. If you were starting in the college that
year, you showed up at the assembly.
The guy who gave the assembly was long and boring. Duo found himself falling
asleep on Heero's shoulder. People began shifting restlessly. They were
standing outside the college on a bright summer's day, but the old guy
who was droning on and managing to put to sleep most of the people there
made it seem like the middle of winter.
Just a few more minutes, Heero thought to himself, then smiled
wistfully down at Duo, who was leaning against him on the verge of snoring.
A few more minutes of this and I'll be joining him.
Quatre rolled his eyes at the man still speaking and turned to something
more interesting: looking out over the throng of people. There were all
kinds there, women of all ages in everything from short skirts to business
suits to jeans, men once again of all ages whose hair ranged more than
the women's, from tomahawks to short stubble to long braids. . . .
Quatre searched the crowd again for the man he had seen with a long braid.
There! Leaning against another guy who looked like he'd never had a pleasant
thought in his life, black jeans, red shirt, long chestnut hair. . . .
The man turned a little and Quatre's eyes widened.
"Trowa!" he hissed, tugging on the arm of the tall boy beside
him. "Look over there!"
Trowa looked. His one visible eye widened. "Duo?"
"He's here! He must have got a scholarship! We have to go talk to
Thankfully, at that point the man had finally stopped talking, and the
assembly was over. People began walking around, and Quatre charged through
the crowd towards where he had last seen Duo.
"Uh -- Quatre -- " Trowa could see over the people's
heads, which his lover could not. "Do you know that guy with him?"
"Because they're. . . ."
Fortunately, at that point Trowa did not have to describe what the two
were doing, as a gap in the crowd allowed Quatre to see.
Heero was getting fed up. They'd been here several hours, and he had noticed
his Duo getting more than a few admiring looks from both male and female
members of the crowd. Several times some girls had made their way up to
the two, and begun flirting outrageously with Duo.
Well, he'd had enough. Duo had kindly told the girls he already had a
lover, and had made it quite clear by putting an arm around Heero's waist,
but that didn't seem to deter the guys or some of the girls.
Only one way to fix that, Heero thought to himself, and said, "Duo?"
Duo looked up at him and smiled, love in his eyes. "Yeah, Hee-chan?"
Ever since Heero had made the mistake of telling Duo about the Japanese
endearment, the braided baka had employed it whenever addressing him.
Oh, if only his mother could see them now. She'd laugh her ass off.
Heero pressed his forehead against Duo's, ignoring the startled look.
"You're mine, right?"
"Right," Duo said, confused.
"Well now I'm going to prove it to the rest of the people within
sight of us."
Before Duo could ask him how, Heero's tongue was down his throat.
"Well, it looks like Duo's found someone too," Quatre said with
a bright smile as he regarded the couple. Arms around each other, the
strange boy and Duo were quite blatantly tongueing in the middle of the
Trowa smiled. As he and Quatre started forward again, the two kissing
broke it off, smiling at each other. Well, Duo was smiling. The strange
boy had a look on his face that implied a smile when it actually wasn't.
Duo jumped, and pulled away slightly, turning to Quatre with a grin. "Q-man!
How're you doin'?" he cried, enveloping the blond boy in a bear hug.
He saw Trowa, and said, "Tro! Good to see ya!"
"Who's your friend?" Quatre asked, gesturing towards the boy
who was standing there with an expressionless face.
"Oh! Q-man, this is Hee-chan."
"Heero Yuy," the boy said, holding out a hand. "And you
"Quatre Raberba Winner," Q-man said. "Duo-speak takes a
while to get used to, doesn't it?"
"Hee-chan, I thought I told you about this! 'Hn' is not a word in
either English or Japanese, so you can't use it as a reply!"
"My name is not 'Hee-chan', it is Heero. I would have thought you
would know that by now."
"Would you rather I called you the English translation, Heero da
"Shut up Duo."
Duo grinned, unrepentant. "You'd rather have it so nobody else knows
what I'm calling you, right?" he said.
Heero gave him a death glare, then promptly ignored him. "And you
are?" he said, turning to Trowa.
"Trowa Barton," Trowa replied, shaking Heero's hand. "How
long have you two been together?"
"About two months," Duo said cheerfully, glomping Heero. Heero
permitted it with a stoic expression, but Trowa noticed his arm holding
Duo to him.
"How many people do you know, Duo?" Heero asked as a Chinese
man and woman came up to them.
"More than I can keep track of," Duo replied, then yelled, "Hiya
"My name is Wufei," Wufei replied, coming to stand in the small
group with Meiran. "I see you got your scholarship. Who are your
"Quatre Raberba Winner," Quatre said.
"Meiran Chang," Meiran said.
"Hey great, you guys got hitched!" Duo said to them. "This
is Hee-chan, by the way."
Wufei snorted, then looked at Heero. "Do you understand Japanese?"
Heero looked at him. "Do you?"
Heero looked away. "Then no I don't."
"Heero, you are Japanese," Duo complained, glomping him again
after an extended hug fest with Meiran and Quatre.
Wufei snickered. Heero gave him his best 'Eat Shit And Die' look. "It's
not my fault the baka insists on calling me that," he groused.
"I'll agree with you on the baka front," Wufei said.
A long conversation followed involving how each person knew Duo, what
Duo had done for them, and where everyone was staying. By some strange
quirk of fate, they had all ended up in the same apartment block. Soon
everyone knew the others and liked all of them.
One night they were all in Duo's and Heero's apartment, the lights off,
watching a horror movie late in the night. Quatre frowned to himself,
his concentration on something other than the TV.
The relationship between Heero and Duo seemed . . . odd, to say the least.
Quatre had never seen Duo so happy before, or anyone so blatantly in love,
but Heero. . . . Well. He addressed Duo all the time as 'baka', which
Wufei said meant 'idiot', and apart from that one kiss the first time
they had met him, Quatre had never seen him give Duo another affectionate
But Duo seemed happier than Quatre had ever known him. It didn't make
Quatre gave up looking at the TV screen and focused on Duo and Heero instead.
They were stretched out on the couch, Heero supporting Duo. Duo's eyes
were mostly closed, his attention obviously not on the film even though
normally he would be glued to it. His head was tucked under Heero's chin,
his legs between Heero's. Quatre's gaze switched to Heero. The Japanese
boy was nuzzling Duo's hair gently, his arms around the boy. Quatre suddenly
noticed one was under Duo's shirt, softly moving back and forth in a caress
low on Duo's stomach, while the other hand had its fingers twined with
Even as the blond boy watched, their heads twisted slightly, and they
exchanged a soft kiss. So that was it. Looking at Heero, Quatre could
see the almost wistful expression on his face, wonder there as he looked
at Duo. The expressionless mask had fallen away, showing what was under
the surface, and Quatre as instantly relieved. Heero loved Duo at least
as much as the braided boy loved him -- he just didn't show it
Quatre switched his gaze to Wufei and Meiran. The two Chinese people were
entwined much the same way Duo and Heero were, except they were focused
on the movie, and Meiran lay on her side instead of her back. The blond
Arabian looked up at his lover, and saw Trowa smiling down at him. He
could never resist that look: he kissed him.
Quatre was a firm believer in soulmates, and he also now firmly believed
that the three couples in the room were meant to be together, despite
Wufei's frequent protestations about onnas and Heero calling Duo a baka.
He also believed in reincarnation, and wondered in how many lives they
would meet and love each other. He shivered suddenly, as though gripped
in a horrible premonition.
Or would their lives bring more pain than joy. . . ?
Okay, so this is the crappest ending I have ever done. So sue me. It was
this or have the damn thing go on forever.
 No, not like that! Hentai!
 Please, no more hentai innuendoes!
 Yes, I made this college up. I had to find something that would
suit both of them.
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