+ Part 3
The papers were suddenly gone
from his hands, and Duo was leaning over him, claiming Heero's mouth with
It wasn't a deep or passionate kiss. Just a brush of lips that lingered
for a moment, enough to warm Heero's mouth and leave him wanting more.
It was over too fast for him to respond...
"That is," said Duo, his lips still close to Heero's, "the nicest thing
anyone has ever said to me."
Heero wondered if he could come up with something even nicer, but his
brain refused to cooperate. It wanted him to get Duo's mouth back.
"Oh sorry," Duo scooted away. "Little too enthusiastic there. I apologize."
Heero tried to tell him that it was okay, he enjoyed the enthusiasm, no
need to apologize, but the words wouldn't come.
Duo picked the script up off the floor and gave Heero a worried look.
"Um, I really am sorry... I tend to get impulsive sometimes and do things
"It's okay," Heero managed. "I think that's the best thank you I've ever
Duo's worried look vanished, and he smiled as he settled back into the
couch cushions next to Heero. "You really didn't mind me changing that
thing with Mary's mother in the garage?" He flipped open the script.
"No, it really wasn't a huge plot thing, and you covered the stuff about
the lake during their conversation later in the kitchen..." Heero tapped
the page. "Just enough to start the tension."
"I had to get rid of that subplot about the kid next door... I..."
"I don't see how it would fit in," Heero shook his head. "The movie can't
be 12 hours long after all." Duo gave him a bemused look.
"Some authors would love it if we could make it 12 hours long. They hate
having to trim out the details! Not to mention the fans!" Duo explained.
"The fans can go crazy if their favorite scene isn't there..."
"You kept all the major plot points," Heero shook his head. "I think you
did great. I don't see why anyone would be disappointed with it..."
Duo laughed. "You are one of a kind." He looked at the clock. "It's getting
late. Do you want to go to bed?"
The abrupt change of subject threw Heero for a moment. Then he realized
that while he avoided sleep as much as he could, Duo probably liked to
sleep. It was late and Duo had to be tired.
"That sounds fine." Duo slid off the sofa and then offered Heero a hand
"C'mon then." He stifled a yawn, which only proved Heero's theory, and
led Heero down the hallway. He opened the door to a small bedroom. "Here
we go, the guestroom of Casa de Maxwell. The bathroom is through that
door and there's books and a TV if you can't sleep for a while."
"You're welcome." Duo leaned against the doorframe and smiled. "And if
your nightmares get too bad, feel free to come and join me. I'm right
Heero studied Duo's expression for a moment. He wasn't mocking, his smile
was the real one Heero had seen earlier in the car, and his eyes were
half-lidded. Sleepy? Suggestive? It had been so long since Heero had even
had to think about that kind of thing that he wasn't sure.
"Thanks. Get some sleep." Was all he managed to come up with. Duo smiled
a bit wider.
"I'll try." He replied enigmatically and left the room. "Good night!"
He called from the hallway.
"Good night." Heero called back. He got ready for bed, not that he anticipated
sleeping much. His nightmares were already beginning to stir in the back
of his head- between Barton's clip and Duo's script; he doubted he'd get
more than an hour of sleep.
He placed his cell phone on the table beside the bed and sighed. Dorothy
would call in the morning. What would he tell her?
He didn't think his books should be movies. They were horrifying. He felt
guilty enough sending his books out, but they paid his bills and like
he told Duo, he had to write them...
But... people did read them. And liked them, for some odd reason. He hadn't
ever figured out why. Was it like Duo said? Or were his nightmares an
escape from their own?
And then there was Duo's script. He had taken the essentials of Heero's
story and converted it... it was very well done, it made that story into
something new... which could be considered both a good and a bad thing...
Wouldn't it be a shame if it never got used? All of Duo's work for nothing?
Heero had to smile for a moment. He wondered too if that was the other
reason Quatre sent Duo to handle the writers. To guilt them into realizing
how much work was going into their movies. Only a writer could understand
the work it took to write...
That thought let his mind move to the topic it wanted to think about.
Heero had rarely met anyone he'd hit it off with so well, and never on
a first meeting. He had admired Duo's books, wanted to meet him, but there
had been other writers he'd felt the same way about and had met in person...
but he'd never clicked with any of them...
Duo who wrote wonderful visions and had used his talent to transmute Heero's
work. Who laughed with every other breath it seemed like. Who was relaxed
and at ease with himself. Who flirted and teased...
If only he was serious about it.
He couldn't be. Duo obviously was the type of man who liked to flirt.
Someone who flirted with everyone he met. There was no way he was really
interested in Heero that way. Not someone like that who could have anyone
he wanted with a snap of his fingertips. He probably had dozens of lovers.
What would he want with an awkward hermit who couldn't even manage a witty
Heero sighed. His eyes felt heavy. Awake or asleep he was going to be
tormented. Better his familiar nightmares...
He closed his eyes and hoped that they wouldn't be too bad. He'd dealt
with them all day; maybe some of their power was spent...
He was wrong.
He was choking. The water was filling his mouth, the beast underneath
was pulling him down, his limbs were paralyzed and he couldn't scream
anymore- not that it mattered. No one would come and save him. No one
ever did ...
Hands grasped his arms and he struggled against them. He didn't want to
drown... "No... please!" He begged.
"Heero! Wake up!" Something touched his cheek.
He opened his eyes, surprised to find himself in a bed, the taste of salt
in his mouth. He blinked. Duo was leaning over him, his braid swinging
over his shoulder, brushing Heero's cheek.
"Heero? You awake?" His hands squeezed Heero's arms. "Heero?"
Heero realized he was panting, pulling in great gasping breaths of air.
He made an effort to slow them down, tried to ease his racing heart. One
of Duo's hands left his arm and moved to his face.
"You're sweating. Are you hot? Need me to turn on the air for you?"
Heero shook his head. He caught a glimpse of the clock on the nightstand.
Only an hour since he'd gone to bed... less than that since he'd fallen
"It's okay. I heard you thrashing around, and I came to check on you."
Duo tapped the wall by the bed. "Pretty thin walls. Sorry about that."
He looked apologetic.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you..."
"I wasn't asleep." Duo frowned. "Don't worry about that. I'm sorry that
my script caused you to think about stuff..."
"I always have nightmares," Heero stopped him. "It's not your fault. Nothing
makes them go away."
"Nothing at all? You have them every night?"
"Every night," Heero managed a smile. "And yes, I went to therapy. Didn't
"Dorothy picked my doctor, and honestly, I didn't like the woman. She
wasn't someone I felt safe confiding in."
"You didn't try finding one on your own?" Duo asked, his fingers curling
around Heero's wrist. Heero realized that Duo was checking his heart rate.
"No. I'm okay. Once I wake up, I'm okay." He took a few deep breaths,
willed his heart to slow down.
"Yeah, you're great," Duo quirked a faint smile at him. "Not."
"It just takes a few minutes," Heero explained. "I'll be fine really."
He looked at the clock. "I'm really sorry. It's late, you should try to
get some sleep, I'll read or something..."
Duo frowned for a moment. "Are you sure you'll be okay?"
"Sure," Heero nodded. "Just need to distract myself for a bit."
"I can help with that," Duo's frown turned into a wicked smirk.
He bent forward, catching Heero's mouth with his own. Where his earlier
kiss had been light and teasing, this one was demanding. He stretched
out over Heero, pinning him to the bed, and then he opened Heero's mouth
with his and all the nightmare images that lurked in the back of Heero's
One hand slipped under Heero's T-shirt, sliding over his skin, making
him gasp into Duo's mouth. Duo pulled back a little.
"Good... you're responding this time." Duo said, amused.
"You didn't give me time before..." Heero retorted.
"Too nervous," Duo laughed and then kissed him again.
Heero reached up and wrapped his arms around Duo's waist, pulling him
closer; letting his hands wander over Duo's warm back.
"Oh yes," Duo murmured against his lips, arching into the touch.
Hands got more adventurous. Mouths explored. Bodies moved back and forth
on the bed.
Heero finally regained a small measure of control. His T-shirt had been
tossed to the floor, and Duo's hands were toying with the waistband of
his sweats. Duo's clothes were already disposed of...
"Duo, are you sure? We just met today..." He managed.
Duo arched an eyebrow at him. "And you might leave tomorrow." He smiled.
"Besides, now I can say I slept with a great author."
"You do that every night," Heero retorted. "Yourself."
Duo's hands paused for a moment. "There you go with those compliments
again," he gave Heero a brief kiss. "I'm sure. Are you?"
"Oh yes..." That made Duo chuckle. He leaned forward, trapping Heero underneath
"Then we should get on with it."
Heero's sweats vanished. Their caresses became more daring, bodies pressed
tight against each other. The drawer beside the bed was pulled out, dumped
on the floor to find the things Duo swore were in there.
Supplies found, slippery fingers opened and caressed, mouths teased, and
finally, bodies were joined. Gently at first, then more demanding. Pleasure
exploded across Heero's nerves, pulling Duo along with him.
Afterwards, with Duo curled up tight against him, Heero struggled to keep
his eyelids open. He didn't want to sleep, didn't want the visions to
come back again, not after this...
His eyes closed and he fell asleep.
An insistent beeping noise jolted him awake. Next to him Duo rolled over
and pulled the pillow over his head. Heero rubbed at his eyes. What the
hell was making that racket?
His phone. Damn it, Dorothy was calling him already?
He grabbed the phone and flipped it open.
"I was sleeping."
"Sorry darling," Dorothy didn't sound apologetic. "I needed to call you.
Winner called me this morning. He wanted to make sure you were coming
to the meeting today."
Heero blinked at the clock. Seven am. Didn't studio execs sleep in on
"Darling? Are you going to go? This is a big deal- they are agreeing to
meet you on a Saturday. They want you to read the script, see the storyboards...."
Heero nearly snapped that he'd already read the script, but realized that
would just give Dorothy ammunition.
Duo's braid was sticking out from underneath the pillow. It was messy
and half-undone, and Heero was reminded of the things that braid had been
used for the night before. Dorothy sighed in his ear.
"Heero. I'm sorry I woke you, but please, try and focus. This is a big
deal. Are you going to go?"
Heero let his fingers wander over the tip of the braid.
"You will? Oh! I knew you'd agree! You are the sweetest thing! I don't
suppose you'll consider the contract now? I mean, they are going to so
much trouble for you... think of all the work that went into it..."
"Are you trying to guilt me into this?"
"Of course, darling."
Heero twisted the strands of hair around his fingers. Duo's script...
"I'll think about it." He said, and then mentally slapped himself. How
did that slip out?
"Perfect. They want you there at one. Call me afterwards!" And Dorothy
hung up before he could change his mind.
Heero sighed, closed the phone and stuck it on the bedside table. He stared
up at the ceiling. What was he doing?
A warm arm slid around his waist. Duo had emerged from underneath the
"Agent?" He muttered, eyes closed.
"She needs to learn about the time zones." Duo yawned and snuggled closer.
"It's too early. Go back to sleep."
Heero put his cheek against the top of Duo's head and closed his eyes.
Then he opened them again in surprise.
He'd slept last night... Slept without nightmares...
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