Title: IN YOUR ARMS
sequel to IN YOUR EYES
Author: Maggi (Duophile)
Standard Disclaimer: They still don't belong to me even though I pout
and stamp my feet. This is written just for the warm and fuzzy feeling.
Don't sue -- there is no money.
The kisses were sweet, the cuddles sweeter, but - oh, that warm body and
the shape of Duo's rear as he walked from the shower in just a towel --
`No! Bad Heero. Duo needs kindness, gentleness. Be good. You've managed
all these years with nothing at all. Now you have sweet kisses, warm cuddles.
You can do without more. Not sure what `more' is but there's a definite
feeling of `something' when I look at... No!Perhaps I should ask Duo
not to walk around in just a towel. No. Not going to do that.'
"You alright, Heero?" Duo smiled up at him, violet eyes glowing.
"Looks like you gotta bellyache." He wrapped his arms around
Heero's neck and leaned in, closing his eyes contentedly. Heero cared
about him. He hadn't once tried anything. Only lovely kisses and safe,
warm arms around him.
Heero's arms automatically reached out to pull Duo's towel-clad body close
and felt something like an electric shock strike him; an amazingly good
electric shock in the lowest part of his belly, branching out into his
thighs and all parts south. He gasped and Duo stepped quickly back.
"What's wrong?" His face was worried.
"Nothing. Nothing. Maybe I do have a bit of a bellyache."
He smiled reassuringly. Everyone else might think Duo was a loud-mouth
with a permanent grin and a butterfly brain, but Heero knew better. Duo
was a gentle, bruised soul and nothing Heero did was ever going to hurt
him. Heero had to keep up the pretence in public --call his love a
fool, tell him to be quiet -- but not when they were alone, when it
mattered. Duo smiled back, his eyes full of happiness.
Heero smiled into those beautiful eyes and wondered about sex. Not about
man/woman sex -- he'd done biology -- he knew about reproduction
and all that. What he wanted to know was -- what did a male do with
a male? And had it got anything to do with the ripples of heat that were
emanating from a sort of whirlpool in his groin.
`Can I ask Quatre and Trowa? I'm sure they know. The way they creep off
together, the way they look at each other. No, I can't ask them. Too embarrassing.
Perhaps I can hide and watch them. No, Heero. Not a good idea.'
"Hey, anybody home?" Duo was staring at him.
"Whatcha thinkin' about?"
"Just stuff. Nothing. Nothing stuff."
Duo frowned slightly, then kissed Heero's chin and went to find his clothes.
Heero sat down at his laptop and rattled the keyboard whilst watching
in the monitor as Duo got dressed. Then quickly erased the nonsense he'd
`Of course, Duo knows all about it -- but I can't ask Duo. It's the
last thing I can ask Duo. Duo would hate me if I... So I'm never going
`I wonder what's wrong with Heero. He's been off somewhere in his head
all day. But he does care about me, I know he does. The way he looks at
me... it makes me feel... kinda... kinda hot.'
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