Author: Anria Lalumin
Disclaimer: I do not own these chickens.
Warnings: angst, yaoi, lime-y flashbacks
Pairings: 1x3, 4x5, and now 1x2. See, we're getting closer! . . . or farther. . . .

Lizards = thoughts/emphasis, and in this case flashbacks too.

Thinking About Forever + Part 10

Ugh . . . my head.

The sun was shining far too brightly into the room, Duo decided. It stabbed into his aching skull, amplifying the pounding there was a gleeful little troop of demons became energised by it, swinging their sledgehammers with more purpose and energy in his brain.

Duo yanked the covers over his head and scrunched his eyes up tight, burrowing further into their dark comfort and edging away from the light.

He came into contact with something, warm, hard, and undeniably solid.

Despite the pain in his head, Duo's eyes flared open and he shot upright, staring around wildly.

This . . . this isn't my room.

What? . . .

The someone in bed with him sighed and rolled over, still sleeping deeply. More deeply than he had ever been able to during the war.

And Duo came face to face with his worst nightmare.

Heero looked beautiful in the morning. His dark bangs were ruffled more than usual, lips swollen. There was an unmistakeable hickey on his neck.

And suddenly Duo remembered what happened last night.

-- hands sliding down my hips, bucking uncontrollably and begging for contact --

"No," Duo whispered.

-- warm mouth everywhere, my lips, my neck, my chest --

"Oh God," he whimpered, struggling to untangle himself from the bedcovers.

-- my voice, whimpering "Heero, please. . . ." --

Duo fell out of the bed with a thud, legs still partially tangled in the sheet. He scrambled backwards as fast as he could, searching for his clothes.

-- blue eyes staring down at me, passion --


-- my leg over his shoulder, his lips nuzzling my the side of my knee so gently while I moan, his fingers inside me --

Duo found his jeans and yanked them on, not bothering with underwear.

-- he's in me, he's in me, oh God I feel --

Where was his damn shirt? He found it half-hidden under Heero's jeans and yanked it out, throwing it on quickly.

-- I feel --

"Shoes," he muttered, getting away from that room and the betrayal it held as fast as he could. He couldn't stay there, couldn't be there when Heero woke up.

Heero. . . .

-- "HEERO!" --

He had to get out.

-- "DUO!" --

He yanked on his shoes, not bothering with the laces and grabbed his jacket, slamming the door on his exit.


A/N: Uh . . . yeah. Comments?

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