Title: 5 Dates With Duo - Part 6
Author: Lady Archer
Pairing: 1 + 2
Warnings: Fluff that is sometimes deep fluff and climaxes into limey fluff and then fades off into sap/aw-inducing fluff. Post-war
Disclaimer: They ain't mine.
Feedback: I want to thank again everyone who has reviewed and who has stuck with me through this fic. Love you!
Note: This was actually the first part I wrote and I'm so happy to finally get to post it. ^_^

5 Dates With Duo + Epilogue

A.C. 195

Duo stared up at the ceiling in utter amazement.

"I can't believe it!" he said. He turned onto his side and nudged the boy next to him. "Heero?" Duo poked him a few times and the boy grunted. "Heero!"

"What?" was the grumpy reply.

"We just had sex, Heero!" Duo exclaimed breathlessly.

Heero turned to stare at Duo, his face unreadable. They were both laying naked on the floor in a hanger, Wing looming over them on the right and Deathscythe on the left.

"Shut up," Heero said simply, and then closed his eyes, breathing deep and even.

"I mean, who would have thought? Wow...I mean damn! I just can't believe that "

"It's your own damn fault, anyway."

"My fault? I think you played a pretty big role, ya know..."

Heero growled wordlessly, running a hand lightly along Duo's side.

"Wow. That felt really good. We should do it again sometime, ne?"

Heero made a noncommittal mumble and Duo was momentarily distracted as Heero began sucking at his neck.

He moaned slightly before getting back onto his twisted track and said, "I mean, this was just sex, right?"

"No," Heero said sarcastically. "I love you."

"You love me?! Heero Yuy loves me! Heero Yuy loves me!" Duo sang out, terribly off-key.

"Shut up," Heero growled again. Suddenly Duo rolled around until he was straddling Heero. He leaned down so he was nose to nose with the annoyed pilot.

"Come on, admit it! You want me! You looooove me, don't cha?"

Heero growled and in turn rolled Duo on his back. He hungrily kissed Duo's mouth and then pulled away, impassive eyes staring into Duo's.

"Or maybe...you love Relena! Do you love Relena, Heero?"

Heero's eyes narrowed to slits. "Leave Relena out of this," he said flatly.

"You do!" Duo exclaimed. "You didn't deny it!"

"Shut up and go to sleep!"

"On the hanger floor? That's a stretch even for you, Yuy."

Heero snorted, but didn't reply. "Do you want to have sex again sometime, Yuy? I mean, why not? Nothing is coming of it, ne?"

"Like I could put up with you," Heero muttered.

"So you're saying that during daylight you couldn't deal with me?"

"Who would want to?"

"What about after the war? Could you put up with me then?" Duo asked, chuckling to himself with his seemingly endless supply of mirth.

"Probably not. I'm the perfect solider, not some goddam superman..."

"I don't know...superman's kinda cute. I bet he'd put up with me."

"I take it back. Not even superman could put up with you."

Duo sniffed in an offended manner but his bright smile gave him away. "Are you saying you could only put up with me on cold hanger floors while mercilessly ravishing me?"

Heero snorted, and then laid rough kisses all along the chest of the boy trapped below him. Duo laughed, and Heero paused for a second at the pleasant feel of Duo's vibrating stomach.

"I bet from now on you're just going to drag me off somewhere whenever you feel like it and have your wicked way with me, ain't cha?"

"Probably," Heero said, rolling off of Duo and wrapping the boy in his arms.

"If ya do, I'll get back at you. I can be a bastard when I want to be, you know. And I'll get back at you."


"The first thing I'll do is to get rid of those one-word answers of yours. Sometimes they aren't even one word! They're just a grunt. Conversation can be a real bitch with you and I won't put up with it, I'll tell you that right now."


"I'm gonna start plotting my revenge right now, okay?"

"Shut up and go to sleep."

"Why don't we go inside, Heero?"

"Shut up."

"The floor is cold, Heero. I ain't sleeping on the floor."

Heero's only response was to tighten his grip around Duo's waist and to bury his head in the lush chestnut hair.

"I think a wrench is digging into my back."

Growling irritably, Heero rolled onto his back so that Duo was lying on top of him.

Duo blinked at the sudden change, and then inspected his new mattress. He frowned slightly, pressing the palms of his hands against Heero's chest. "Well, this isn't any better! This bed is so, so hard, and, and..." Duo's eyes trailed lower and he smirked, "and hard."

Growling, Heero shoved Duo off of him and Duo rolled away, laughing loudly.

"So you don't think you could put up with me?" Perhaps if Heero had been looking at Duo and not absently playing with a few strands of hair that fell near him he would have seen the mischievous gleam that entered Duo's eyes. "I didn't realize there was something you could admit you couldn't do."

At this Heero did look up, amazed that Duo could be so childish. "Are you taunting me?" he asked, incredulous.

"I'm just saying that I can't believe that putting up with me is your weakness."

"Shut up, Duo," Heero growled. He pushed the American away and retrieved his clothes that had been carelessly tossed a few feet away. Quickly and efficiently he cleaned himself with a towel and put on his spandex shorts and green shirt. He then climbed onto his Gundam and began tinkering around with it, beginning the tedious task of fixing parts that had been broken in his most recent battle, as if he had not just had sex on the cold hanger floor.

Shaking his head ruefully Duo did the same, hopping up his prized Gundam and cleaning the exterior of Deathscythe so he could get to the messed up wiring underneath.

"So? What are you gonna do, after the war?" Duo asked casually, hanging upside down, legs curled around Deathscythe's arm holding him up as he removed a plate and began working.

"Damned if I know," was the muttered response.

"Come on, you have to have some plans." Duo cursed loudly as he saw how much the inside wiring had been damaged.

"I'm not going to live past the war."

"That's pretty gloomy. Come on, what if you live?"

"Duo, shut up."

"Come on!" he wheedled. "What if you live? Just answer!"

"This war isn't going to end." Heero frowned slightly, jumping lightly into Wing's cockpit and playing around with the controls trying to determine what was wrong with his suit.

"It's gotta end sometime," Duo called from his perch on Deathscythe.

"It won't end. I'll probably die before it does."

"Work with me here, Yuy. What if the war ends and you're alive?"

"Then I'll wander aimlessly around until a new war starts, I suppose."

"A new war? What new war?" Duo poked his head into Heero's cockpit with an interested look.

"A new war. Peace will not last."

"Okay, fine. Whatever," Duo returned to his own Gundam. "But I'm talking about that little itty bit of time between War A and War B, okay? What are you going to do then?"


"I know what you'll do. You're going to be a diplomat."

"Duo, just shut up."

"I'm being serious here! You make a statement and give a little glare and people will be begging you to have your way if you just leave em the hell alone! I mean, who's gonna argue with you?"

"You argue with me. All the time," Heero said, clearly not pleased.

"But I'm not gonna be a diplomat, so you're in the clear."

"What are you going to be then?" Heero asked in voice that said quite clearly that he couldn't care less.

"I'm going be a respectable and wealthy industrialist."

Heero peered out of his cockpit and gave Duo a dubious look. "Money matters to you?"

"Not really, I suppose. I guess I just like the title. Would you say no to being called a wealthy industrialist?" Receiving a glare Duo waved his hand in a pacifying manner. "Okay, okay! But really...I want to go into salvage, I suppose. Maybe business."

"You don't know anything about business." Realizing he was only encouraging Duo's chatter Heero sat back down and got out his laptop. The click of the keyboard echoed slightly in the hanger.

"You would assume that! You could be sitting over there typing for hours thinking to yourself that that stupid Duo Maxwell doesn't know anything about business! You're thinking that, aren't you?"

"Do you?"

"No," Duo admitted. "But I'd learn, I guess." He tweaked his suit for a bit, swinging around to reach a back panel that had taken a direct hit, and said, "We should get together after the war, Yuy."


"Come on! I bet we'd have fun. Don't you want to see me after the war?"

"No. Shut up."

"You know what? We're gonna see each other a lot during the war. I bet you're just gonna keep telling me to shut up and pushing me away and all when here I am giving you friendship on a silver platter and then you're not gonna know how much you screwed up with me until I'm not there anymore! You'll be wishing for my company really soon, thinking about how fond you grew of me without you meaning to! I bet that's exactly what will happen."

"If it does, shoot me," Heero said flatly.

"Just watch, I bet you'll fall in love with me or something and you won't know what hit you until it's too late!"


"Maybe I'll fall in love with you. I bet I will. I bet if you weren't such a bastard all the time it would be possible for someone to love you."

"You love me?"