Disclaimer: Yeah...sure...they're mine...riiight....what drugs are you
taking? Of course I don't own them! Don't sue me. I got nuttin to offer
cept for a pile of dog-eared DJ's and my two cats.
Warnings: Very slight angst, Yaoi, Romance
C&C: Longed for...Please...if you hate it...love it...just let me
Notes: The sequel to Sweet Dreams (my evil first lemon)! For Sana-san,
Imo-san, and anyone else who requested a continuation!!! Love ya
Dawn woke him, cold and uncaring against bare skin. Her frosty presence
filled the room, drawing both occupants out of sleep's realm and into
a crueler world. Autumn had reached this part of Earth, leaving summer's
warmth to the other side. Heero had never seen the fall before, nor winter.
It was a strange phenomena those raised in the colonies only read about.
For a moment, he stood by the frosted window, watching with wonder as
the wind played in the fields beyond the safehouse, almost childlike as
it teased the long grasses, whose green had faded to golden. Geese flapped
above its antics, leaving this cool ground for that of the South. Prussian
blue eyes admired their steady flight, the exact opposite of his near-fatal
tumble into Earth's oceans. It was a peaceful journey, something that
would continue even after the Gundams.
His partner stirred in the bed across the room, stretching pale, lithe
limbs into the icy air. He blinked sleepy blue-violet eyes at Heero, slowly
clearing the haze from his expression. By the time he was fully conscious,
however, perhaps even coherent enough for a 'good morning', the Japanese
pilot had disappeared through the door. Duo sighed quietly before slipping
on his customary black, replacing the priest outfit with jeans and a sweatshirt.
Today, he had no need to be the God of Death.
In the bathroom, Heero doused himself with cold water, numbing his cheeks
but reviving his senses. Spandex and tanktop had been exchanged for warmer
clothing. The t-shirt was one Trowa had lent him a while ago, a circus
logo faded almost beyond recognition. Under it went his tattered jeans,
over went a dark blue fleece. It served its purpose well, the cold held
at bay by the soft fabric. He ran his hand through chocolate brown locks
once, though they kept their unruly appearance.
Seated alone in the kitchenette, Duo speared a second fried egg with his
fork, savoring the combined flavors of pepper and dill on his tongue.
Today's breakfast was a success, for once. Yesterday he'd found burnt
french toast was less than appetizing, the day before he'd given muffins
to kids across the street for hockey pucks. Lucky for his companion, Heero
ate powerbars for his first meal and usually the second, then had something
simple for dinner. Rarely was he desperate enough to chance Duo's cooking,
less did he bother considering what the others threw together and dubiously
Sausage and eggs, the braided pilot smiled, check.
He'd filled his growling stomach by the time Wing's pilot made an appearance.
Shinigami threw Heero a friendly grin before continuing to clean his plate,
distrusting the rusted, rickety dishwasher left in one corner. Cool water
ran over his hands, long, tapered fingers scrubbing at the stains. He'd
discovered, in the past few months, that domestic chores were almost as
entertaining as mechanical ones. He could keep himself busy for hours,
no matter the setting. A towel found its way into his reach, though how
remained a mystery till he brushed hands with Heero, bronze digits in
sharp contrast with his ivory ones.
"Thanks man," Duo squeezed his friend's arm affectionately,
leaving the plate to dry, "There's some eggs waitin' for you if you
want them. Actually edible today."
Hesitantly, the Japanese boy nodded his gratitude, sliding with boneless
grace into his seat and eyeing 'breakfast' almost warily. He dared a small
bite, swallowed and discovered his partner had been right. Heero turned
to say so, but found too late that he'd already left, screen swinging
in the wind where it hadn't been latched securely. Quickly, he finished
his meal, mimicking Duo's actions at the sink before following his path
out the door into the chill. The safehouse disappeared behind them, tucked
away from prying eyes in the gloom.
Duo treaded the rain-soaked dirt road leading away from their haven carefully,
only pausing to skip a puddle or two. He'd come to know the windings of
it well after a few days here and could travel almost without thought.
The soft *thud* of footsteps behind him were friendly, steady, and lulled
him into a half-trance with their rhythm. He did not turn, nor did Heero
match his pace, as they had every morning since first arriving. Neither
spoke, surrending peace and silence to nature.
The sun reached higher in its circle, rising above the trees by the time
the boys reached their destination, and warming the frosted earth. A crystalline
pond lay beyond the end of the road, where dirt splayed out. That trail
had never been completed, ending in acres of wild fields, those Heero
had first watched as the earth awoke from sleep. His partner continued
on through the grass, the longest stalks reached mid-thigh on Deathscythe's
pilot, golden blades mingling with the chestnut color of his braid when
he moved. Duo always stopped at the lip of pond, sinking to his heels
and staring into the murky depths as if searching for an answer in his
Never did Heero follow him. He couldn't.
That day, however, before Duo reached the pond, he paused to return Heero's
thoughful gaze, a smile twitching on the edges of his lips. One hand extended
to the Perfect Soldier. He clasped his own around it, allowing the former-thief
to pull him through the grass under the sun's glow, sky lightening from
stormy gray to azure blue. They swept past the pond, continuing to the
center of the field. Under sneaker shod feet, beneath the field's soil
a series of caves lay, stored in them the Gundam. Yet, he was being led
away from the entrance, towards the center of the fields. The road became
a far off band of brown, while Duo continued to tug him along, never uttering
a word or releasing the hand in his own. Finally he stopped, though neither
were out of breath and could probably continue on for many miles.
The braided boy dropped his hand, facing Heero with a rare, pure smile.
No mockery or mania glittering amythest pools, just happiness. He was
so captured by that smile that Heero didn't see the hand reaching up to
tap him on lightly on the shoulder.
With that Duo had darted just out of his reach, long legs carrying away
from his friend in a second, all the agility of childhood pure instinct
The Perfect Soldier blinked once, none-too-bright, before he recovered
his senses, giving chase almost as quickly. A breathless laugh left his
lips, startling Duo almost to a stop. His hand dropped on cool air, however,
because he was off again at the next tick of the clock. They ran circles
around the field, Heero always just behind and Duo one more step ahead.
That game continued on into the forest around the trees and through the
bushes, over fallen logs and under again. Not one person witnessed the
game, only the birds in their nests, the foxes hidden in their burrows.
They'd looped round the pond twice before Heero managed to return the
gentle tap, spinning to tear off again the moment he did. Roles reversed,
the boys ran for hours, days, perhaps years. No time could be found in
the fields, only the sun rising steadily overhead, crowning Duo's chestnut
braid, gold-threaded auburn. It flapped out behind him madly and dangled
over the grass. There was nothing besides the laughter filling the air,
an occasional taunt passing from one to the other. Here, the war hadn't
begun. All that existed were two boys, playing as if they never had before.
Finally, near the embankment of the forest's edge Duo managed to catch
his friend a second time, throwing wiry pale arms around the other's waist,
dragging him into the discarded leaves, kicking up a pile of dirt and
twigs as they went. He landed, one leg twisted about Heero's, both arms
circling his partner's muscular torso. The chill reddened his face, stung
violet eyes to shine bright. Heero's forearm rested against the lively
braid, his forehead hovered above touching Duo's. Then, he could only
breath, heart pounding for more than one reason.
"Caught you," he grumbled softly in his monotone.
"Caught you back," Duo puffed, chest rising and falling rapidly.
"You cheated," Heero smiled slightly, resting against his friend,
closing the distance between them. Duo's breath warmed against his skin,
short gasps felt as much as heard.
"Nope...nowhere did we agree tackling was not allowed," he laughed
in return, Duo's laugh not Shinigami's.
"Nowhere did we agree it was allowed," he swept one errant
leaf from his hair.
"You're just jealous you didn't think of it first," the braided
boy teased, shifting so rock digging into his lower back could be displaced.
"Iie.....just surprised you could think."
"Hey!" Shinigami yelped, "Why you little-"
Calmly, Heero brushed a finger, against slightly parted lips, silencing
him quickly. In another moment, they were on both feet again, brushing
the dust from denim and cotton. Two hands found each other again, held
close and walking towards the pond.
"You brought us here for a reason," the Perfect Soldier murmured,
a statement not a question.
"I did." Duo's hand was chilled in his own, pale against the
dark skin of his fingers.
"Why did you let me?" he snapped back.
"I...."Heero blinked at the sudden vehemence in his tone.
"Or...more importantly, Heero, why do you dream at night?"
He jerked to a stop right then, whipping around to face the L2 pilot.
He battled a number of feelings all at once, anger, emberassment, curiosity,
all of it descended on him in an wild tempest of emotion.
"How did you-?"
"Do I sleep soundly at night?" Duo ran a comforting hand down
one lean bicep, feeling the tension there, reading it through Prussian
"No. You're almost always...awake," Heero whispered, eyeing
the pond where it glittered in the sun's rays, that glowing orb now far
overhead, well into morning. He leaned down to the braided pilot, only
to find his counterpart reaching upwards, nearer until barely an inch
"I believe, Yuy," he hissed softly, "This is when we kiss."
No more encouragement was needed. Stars burst, children were born and
grew old, the seasons changed, but all they knew was the sensation on
flesh on flesh, perhaps the most intimate of gestures binding them for
eternity. It was a clumsy embrace, yes, for neither could calculate the
hindrance of nose or the easiest angle to approach from, but what they
lacked in experience was forgotten in the warmth. Hands trailed down one
lithe torso, another pair slid underneath dark blue fleece. No desperation,
violence seemed to be forgotten. The meadows had stolen their anger, robbed
both youngsters of their will to battle.
They drew apart eventually, slitted violet eyes meeting blue, agreeing
without words that both accepted what had happened. Duo's pair arms, numbed
by Autumn's chill, remained burrowed under the fleece, their owner grinning
sheepishly but refusing to move nonetheless.
"Is this where I declare my undying love?" Heero chuckled, stroking
the hollow of the boy's cheeks absently. Duo echoed the laugh, resting
his head against his partner's collerbone.
"We can save that for later, if you want," he smiled.
"Aa...it's obvious I think," lithe fingers journey downward,
blood returning to his exposed neck as Heero resumed his ministrations.
He said little else, instead capturing that ever-smiling mouth in another
kiss, their second a little more successful than the first. Somehow, admist
this, they ended up next to the pond, by then playfully tugging at interfering
clothing, both suddenly overheated.
The braided boy leaned comfortably against Heero's chest, pulling them
both into a controlled fall, soft grasses cushioning the impact. He snuggled
against that warmer, taller form, resting his head against the Japanese
boy's, darting a quick kiss before closing his eyes and letting the warmth
carry him into tranquility.
"Why?" Wing's pilot repeated his question from before, one arm
wrapped around the slender frame pressed against him, content to lie there
for a while, forever if he could.
"Cuz, Heero," Duo whispered,"You're not the only one who
The sun warmed them from above, her light far more generous than the moon's.
Geese flapped towards that glow, their peaceful migration just beginning.
The wind played the long grasses in the fields. And in the pond, there
were two reflections to be seen, both crystal clear.
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