Title: Half-Time - Part 3/3
Authors: DaMoyre and Stephanie
Pairings: 2+3 in this part.
Rating: R (for language!)
Warnings: angst, language, shonen-ai, hints of yaoi
Disclaimer: We don't own GW. You know the drill.
Feedback: Always welcome!
Duo lay on his back and looked up at the sky. "At least the sky is clear. It would totally suck if we got rained on."
"It wouldn't be the first time." Trowa shrugged. He took a book out of his backpack and leaned against a tree.
"True." Duo nodded.
Duo curled inside the sleeping bag and continued staring at the sky. It didn't matter how badly his day had gone, at least he could now enjoy a few quiet moments to contemplate the stars, and the moon. He had been fascinated with the sky since his first night on Earth. Perhaps it was because living in L2, he'd never gotten the chance to appreciate it. The engineers had tried to emulate life on Earth, but their designs of the sun, the moon, and the stars could never compare to the real thing.
Or maybe it was because piloting a Gundam had made him feel more connected to the sky than he felt to Earth; or because somehow, by looking at the sky, he could still watch over the people he'd left back in L2. It didn't matter that they were all dead.
Duo closed his eyes and pulled his braid over to his chest. He played with the damp tip, allowing his fingers to pull at the rubber band. "So...what are you reading?" he asked. He slightly opened one of his eyes and glanced over in Trowa's direction.
"The Thief's Journal."
"Never heard of that," Duo said. "Title sounds interesting. Any good?"
Trowa looked up from his book. "I just started it now. I'll let you know tomorrow."
"You won't get too far with this lighting."
"There's a full moon and it's a clear night," Trowa replied, as he turned the page.
"The moon is nice to look at...but it's not exactly the best source of lighting."
"I guess I'll have to make do," Trowa said curtly.
"I guess so." Duo rolled over, turning his back to Trowa. There was really no point in trying to make small talk with him. After everything that had happened today, there was no point in anything at all. Their differences were irreconcilable, and he could feel the gap between them widening by the minute. He was fully aware that in many ways, this was his own doing.
It was so frustrating to be here with him, in complete, and utter silence, when there were so many things he would like to tell him, so many things he wanted to ask him. But he didn't know where to begin, and he didn't know where any of this would end. All he knew is that it didn't matter what he did or say, Trowa was always evasive. Trowa always ignored him.
"Are you planning to read all night?" he asked, not bothering to mask the bitterness in his voice.
"Did you have something else in mind?" Trowa's voice was flat.
Of course he had something else in mind. He wanted to yell, to scream, to let Trowa know exactly what he thought of this stupid game, of his indifference, and how quickly his resentment for him was turning into the closest thing he'd ever felt to hatred.
But he wouldn't allow Trowa that privilege. He couldn't allow Trowa to know just how deeply he was getting to him. "I don't know," Duo said casually. "What could two people do...when they're alone in the woods?" His tone of voice slipped from casual to something lower and huskier. He looked up at Trowa, and then, slowly moved his gaze downward, seductively moving his hands along his own body under the sleeping bag.
Trowa closed his book and fixed his eyes on Duo.
"Well?" Duo arched an eyebrow.
"A little over an hour ago you twice said you wished you were with anyone but me. Am I supposed to be flattered now that you want to fuck?"
Duo laughed and shrugged a little. "Casual fucking seems to be your thing. I don't see why not."
"I don't think so, Duo."
"Why not?" Duo scoffed. "Because Heero isn't here to participate in the game? So...it only works when he's around?"
Trowa dropped the book and stood up. "It doesn't work at all anymore. There is nothing in the act for you...it's just a game you need to win."
Duo tossed his head back and laughed. "You're unbelievable, you know that?" He glared at Trowa. "This is a game *you* started."
"Yes," Trowa said quietly. "I know."
"So don't pretend to be offended when I suggest we fuck. This is the game we've been playing...and it was your idea!" Duo shook his head and swallowed hard, trying to drown his indignation.
Why had he even bothered bringing this up? Why couldn't he just forget about Trowa, and about everything that had passed between them? He needed to let go, but how to go about doing that, he did not know.
He knew how to steal money, or food, or whatever else he needed to survive. He knew how to fight off gangs, and how to keep alive in the wild streets of L2. He knew how to bury away his fears; he'd buried them so well, the word fear no longer existed in the Maxwell vocabulary. He knew how to pilot a Gundam, and how to fire guns...but this?
It wasn't that he had never been used for sex in the past, but they had been random people. In his memory, those faces were dark and faded. None of it really mattered anymore. He had never been used this way, not the way Trowa and Heero had used him.
And it hurt.
"Forget it, Trowa." Duo sighed, exasperated. He lay on his side and covered his face with the sleeping bag. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. This really wouldn't lead him anywhere. Only a couple more hours till their mission, and then it would be all over.
He closed his eyes and hoped that somehow, he would still be able to fall asleep tonight, despite all the tensions of the day.
"Heero," Trowa said softly, "he was...curious. He wanted to know, what it would be like." He paused for a moment and sighed. "I though... I would give him the chance to see what he wanted. I never thought this would go so far."
Duo bit his lower lip and remained motionless for a few seconds, before bolting upright to glare at Trowa. "So you did this for him?"
"We didn't mean any harm," Trowa said quietly.
"I hope you're fucking kidding!" Duo shouted. "You *did* do this for him! What the hell did you think you were doing, playing these games! What if I took him away from you? Then what?"
"Is that what you want?" Trowa asked, looking directly into Duo's eyes.
"We're not talking about me right now! I don't know if I should pity you or beat the shit out of you."
"I gave Heero a choice...to find out what it was he wanted." Trowa brought his knees up to his chest and pressed his head against the tree. "I thought you were interested," he said quietly.
"You *used* me to give your boyfriend the chance to...experiment, or whatever! How far were you planning to take this?" Duo could feel his pulse throbbing on his temples. He brought his hands up to rub at his forehead, slowing moving them to the sides.
"You went after Heero and kept returning for more," Trowa continued to speak in his passive tone, as if none of this was of any consequence.
"And what the fuck did you think I was going to do?" Duo hissed. "Walk away, just like that? So you thought you could *use* me once and then toss me away? I don't think so!" Duo shook his head.
"No. That's not what I thought."
Duo stared at Trowa, expecting him to say something else. How could he remain so calm, so nonchalant while Duo felt his blood boiling inside. "So then, *what*!" Duo tightened his jaw. "What the hell *did* you think?"
"Heero cares for you," Trowa said flatly.
"Fuck you, Trowa!" Duo frowned. "The two of you were playing games with me! You're backing off now because you think you're losing!"
"No, Duo." Trowa straightened up and looked at him in the eye. "This isn't a game."
"It certainly looked like one to me! And you played along at first, don't deny it! Even the second time...when you came into the room that night, you could have walked away, but you didn't! You had it all planned!"
"That night..." Trowa looked down. "I only told him you were planning to see him while I was away on my mission. He said he would send you away...but he didn't." Trowa sighed. "There was no plot, no game there."
"So you really expected that this would be a 'one time thing,' didn't you?"
"No...not after I found the two of you together that night. I knew there was something there." Trowa stood up and walked a few paces away. "I knew that he cared."
"Oh...so that's *caring*!" Duo said, his voice spilling with sarcasm. "How could you do this, Trowa? Didn't it cross your mind that I might not take any of this as lightly as the two of you?"
"Heero had assured me that you...liked sex," Trowa replied. "He said you told him it was fun, and that you had talked about having a threesome before." He turned over to look at Duo. "After that, I didn't think you would be upset over this...if we just tried it once."
Duo's eyes widened in disbelief. "Oh...yeah! That makes it all better!" He slid out of the sleeping bag and walked over to Trowa. Nevermind that the temperature had dropped at least ten more degrees since nightfall, and that he was wearing nothing at all. "Tell me *who* doesn't like sex, Trowa? What the hell are you talking about?"
Trowa removed his jacket and offered it to Duo. "It's cold."
Duo waved his hand to decline Trowa's offer. He walked over to pick up the blanket he had left on the ground and covered himself. "I can't believe this," he muttered.
"When I realized...that he had been wrong," Trowa continued. "I wanted it to stop."
Duo bit his lower lip and smacked his forehead. "Heero takes everything *so* fucking literally! I probably mentioned something to him a while back. I don't remember. But it was just a comment, you know... 'Hey, Heero, wouldn't a threesome be cool? Have you ever thought of that?' I never thought he would make anything of it!"
"I know what he thought!" Duo cut him off, "Heero thinks I'm a whore, and that you two could just come up to me anytime. Use me for a little game and then toss me away!"
"No." Trowa shook his head. "If he thought that, he would have nothing to do with you."
"And all this time, I've been thinking..." Duo narrowed his eyes on Trowa. "I don't know what I've been thinking! I've made a fool of myself. Why the hell didn't you say something sooner?"
"What was I suppose to say?" Trowa asked, his voice was soft. It lacked the characteristic air of superiority that never failed to irritate Duo. It wasn't exactly meek, but it was...different.
"Anything! What you just told me would have done fine! At least I would *know* exactly what the hell was going on. You should have told me you didn't want this game. Instead you said *nothing*! You just seemed to be avoiding me. What the hell was I supposed to think?"
"Sorry," Trowa said quietly.
"No." Duo tightened the blanket around himself and sat on the ground. "You know what? I set myself up for this. I've been acting like an asshole."
Trowa walked over and sat next to Duo. None of them said a word for a long time.
Everything made a little more sense now, if that was possible in this situation. The game, the motives, the sex. But no matter what the reasons were, Trowa and Heero had done wrong. Duo knew, too, that his own actions didn't exactly make him a candidate for the Nobel Prize in morals and good deeds. It all came down to misunderstandings, misinterpretations, and a thirst for revenge that had completely blinded him to all reason.
As his respiration returned to normal rate, Duo began feeling cold again. It was amazing what adrenaline could do to one's body that he had completely forgotten about his wet hair, his exposed skin.
"It's late. Let's go to sleep," Duo broke the silence. "And from tonight on... let's forget about all this, okay?"
Trowa looked at Duo for a long moment. "And then what?"
"And then nothing!" Duo snapped. "What else would you like to see happening? This wasn't enough for you?"
"We can't ignore this," Trowa said. "Heero..." his voice trailed off.
Duo jumped up and made his way back to the sleeping bag. "What exactly do you expect me to do?" He slid inside and rolled up the blanket to use as a pillow. "Just go to Heero and pretend that everything is great? Continue trying to piss you off every chance I get?" Duo shook his head. "This is never going to work. And you know what? Who cares!"
"Duo," Trowa looked down, hesitating for a moment. "Heero cares. He knew you down to the rhythm of your breathing."
Duo was startled for a moment. How could he respond to this? This wasn't exactly what he had expected. None of it. If Heero *really* cared, even slightly, then... where did this leave Trowa?
Out. Trowa was out! Duo had won the game. This was his last chance to settle the score. He could destroy everything that Trowa and Heero had, whatever it was, and then he could walk away with his prize. Duo felt that tightness in his chest again, that suffocating feeling that always accompanied Heero's name.
Heero was the prize. And Trowa would have to pay.
How could he think this way? He looked over at Trowa, who was still sitting there, in the middle of the woods, in the cold, with his jacket tucked away between his legs. For the first time, Duo saw him in a different light. He was no longer the infallible infiltrator he had been in Oz. He was no longer the pilot who had destroyed Deathscythe. He was no longer the arrogant bastard who had ignored him, the one who had turned him away. He was just Trowa, the boy who had helped him out of the water, the one who had offered his own sleeping bag.
He couldn't do this. He couldn't do this to Trowa, or Heero. He couldn't do this to himself.
"Do you love him?" he blurted out the question.
"Yes," Trowa said quietly. He continued starting at the ground.
"Then you should try to work it out with him." Duo sighed.
Trowa shook his head. "He's comfortable with me. We speak the same language...but it's not enough."
"I think you're wrong." Duo turned on his side to get a better view of Trowa. "There's more to it than just being comfortable with you. I think he needs you," he said with confidence.
He had seen Heero and Trowa together, the way they would magically synchronize during a mission. Even if the plans changed, they always fell back on track, as if they could read each other's minds. He had seen them communicate with subtle stares that probably meant more than the million words he could say at any given time. He had seen them share a silence that even he couldn't break, no matter how hard he tried. "He needs *you*," Trowa said quietly. "He had the chance to turn you away...but he didn't."
"Me?" Duo chuckled. "No, pal. You don't understand here. I made sure I was around him every chance I got. I cornered him. Believe me, he didn't have much of a choice."
"You're that irresistible?" Trowa said with a hint of humor.
"Well, I've gotten no complaints."
Trowa looked up at Duo and stared at him blankly.
"I'm persistent, Trowa," Duo said, his lips curving up slightly.
"I said no to you. Twice."
Duo furrowed his brow a little and began counting with his fingers. "Yup. Twice." He shrugged a little. "You're just a little harder to crack. But I was still working on you," he said playfully.
"Contradicting everything I said to you, to the point you would rather fall in the river, than accept my help was supposed to win me over?"
"Don't even remind me!" Duo frowned. "I'm still pissed about that."
"You've been fighting me ever since that night," Trowa said.
"Well...because you've been a total asshole since that night! No, wait." Duo scratched his head. "Actually, you were cold and standoffish even *before* that night! Everytime I tried talking to you, I got the cold shoulder."
"What did I do?"
"You walked away!" Duo sat up and pointed an accusing finger at Trowa. "Everytime I tried being around you, you just walked away."
"When you wanted sex," Trowa said.
"You mean to tell me that every time I came near you, I was trying to get in your pants?" Duo arched his eyebrows. "Sometimes I just tried talking! You don't get that, do you?"
"Every time you talked to me, it was part of a front," Trowa replied, "an angle to win a game I didn't want to play."
"You're right. I couldn't stop...playing. I wanted to make sure you'd be sorry for..." Duo lowered his head and sighed.
"I'm sorry," Trowa said.
"Yeah. So am I." Duo bit his lower lip and pushed his bangs away from his face with one hand. "Doesn't help us much now..."
"No." Trowa walked over to Duo and knelt down beside him. "What do you feel for him?"
Duo remained silent for a few moments. Between playing seduction games with Heero, finding new ways to irritate Trowa, and fending off enemy mobile suits, he hadn't had much time to ask himself that question. The answer was somewhere inside his head. He would just have to search for it, and it wasn't simple. He didn't even know where to begin.
Heero Yuy was unlike anyone he'd ever met before. He was by no means perfect, as others seemed to think of him, but he came pretty damn close to it. From the way he moved, to the way he talked, to the way the sight of his blue eyes could make him tremble. Terrorist, hacker-extraordinaire, boy wonder, superhero.
"I feel lots of things," Duo said. "He *is* Heero Yuy, afterall. We all admire him one way or another."
Trowa shook his head a little, as if he weren't satisfied with that answer. "Do you love him?"
"Do I?" Duo narrowed his eyes on Trowa. "Why...he's stubborn as all hell! He can be rude, and harsh." Duo shook his head a little and fidgeted with his braid. "He's got a stick up his ass. He's almost as impossible as you are! And he is...he..." Duo trailed off and sighed softly.
Trowa nodded. "I thought so."
"It doesn't make a difference, Trowa!" Duo protested. "You work it out with him. I'll step aside."
"It makes all the difference."
"Look, he's with you," Duo said. "That's all that matters."
"He's comfortable with me. I don't challenge him. He doesn't have to worry about what I'm thinking, or if I approve," Trowa said. "But he shares something with you..."
Duo shook his head. "As far as I'm concerned, the only thing Heero and I have shared is a bed...and it was all part of a stupid game. It's over. I don't want to think about it anymore. It's hard to concentrate in saving the world when I have all this other stuff piling up inside my head. It makes everything more complicated."
"It was never really a game," Trowa said quietly. "We all just called it that to make ourselves feel better."
"Maybe." Duo shrugged. "But I don't think it helped. I'm certainly not feeling great right now..."
"No." Trowa looked down.
"Look," Duo said, "I'll have a talk with Heero when we get back. I'll end it. You two should go back to what you had before."
"I don't think that's possible, Duo."
"Then what?" Duo said with frustration. "I'm offering to back off. What else can I do?"
"Be honest, that's all," Trowa said. "You are right...we are fighting a war. Trying to put issues away isn't going to help. We need to work it out."
"All right." Duo nodded. "So what do we do now?"
"I don't know," Trowa said. "If I did, it never would have gotten this far. It would never have happened at all."
"Well...as you say, that hardly matters now." Duo rubbed his temples.
Duo looked up in surprise. Had he heard correctly? Had Trowa just offered to *leave*?
"That's nonsense!" Duo stated firmly. "You can't leave. We both know that if we want to win this war, we're gonna have to work together."
"I didn't mean literally," Trowa said quietly. "I'll step aside."
"No." Duo frowned and shook his head.
"No?" Trowa cocked his head to the side.
"No!" Duo shouted. "That's what I said! I can't let you do that...don't ask me why. I just can't."
Trowa looked down and cleared his throat. "Duo, I--"
"No," Duo said again. "And stop asking me that before I change my mind and decide that I want to ship you to the moon base, and have Heero all to myself..." Duo winced at his own words. There it was. He had said it, loud and clear. And it was true. Despite himself, he did want Heero. He couldn't deny it. The game had gone too far, and it had turned into something else...
Duo took a deep breath. For the first time in weeks, he felt at peace. That tightness in his chest was no longer there, and he could now look at Trowa straight in the eye, knowing that there was nothing else to hide. No more games. No more masks.
"I don't want Heero at any cost," Trowa said quietly. "I want him to be...happy."
"And what makes you think he will be happy if you go?" Duo challenged. "Do you honestly believe he's with you only because he's *comfortable*?" He shook his head. "When he looks at me, I don't see the same light in his eyes. It's not *the* look. He reserves that one for you. And all this time, I had been hoping that it would be me, that he would look at me the same way he looks at you. I wanted to take your place...but I can't. I was wrong for even trying."
"You don't need to take my place, Duo," Trowa said quietly, "you have yours."
"When we get back, I want you to make everything go back to normal. I want everything to be the way it used to be," Duo pleaded. "Take control... the way you did that night, when you came back from your mission."
"Take control?" Trowa sighed softly. "I could do that..."
"Then do it!" Duo said. "I'll step aside, and you make everything go back to normal."
"You would rather have the illusion that everything is fine," Trowa said. "I don't want an illusion, Trowa. That's not what I need. I just want to know that this game we all played is not gonna come back to haunt us," Duo said. "We screwed up. Now I want to fix it."
"Then don't ask me to take control," Trowa said, "because I'm tired of it and illusion is all that it is."
Duo sighed. "I guess we'll have to figure something out...when we get back."
Trowa nodded. He put his jacket back on and wrapped his arms around himself. "These...feelings," he said, "do they scare you?"
Duo looked at Trowa for a moment. He was not scared of piloting a Gundam, or fighting battles; he was not scared of war, or death, but this was different. "I guess it's always scary, to have feelings," he said. "Those, you cannot control."
"I didn't think I had any when I first became a Gundam pilot," Trowa said. "It may have been better not to have discover them."
"I didn't think you had any either." Duo smiled softly. "But it's a nice surprise."
"Am I that cold?" Trowa frowned.
"Cold as winter," Duo said, "at least when you're around me."
"You don't accept me when I'm trying to be nice to you."
"That's because you always have this air of superiority! I'm never sure if you're trying to be nice, or just show how good you are, at everything you do." Duo bit his lip. "I think I misunderstood you."
"Why is that?"
"I don't know." Duo shrugged. "I guess it's just that some of the things you do, make little sense to me. And I'm used to doing things *my* way. You make me feel like my ways are wrong... and whatever you chose to do is best." He paused for a moment and looked up at Trowa. "It's probably all in my head."
Trowa nodded. "I meant what I said. If we were on your colony, I would follow your advice there, knowing you would understand it better than I. On Earth, I have more experience. It has nothing to do with which of us is the better soldier."
"Of course not!" Duo grinned. "We already know that *I* am the better soldier," he said, playfully.
"You're undisciplined," Trowa stated.
Duo crossed his arms over his chest. "Thanks. You're anal."
"Maybe." Trowa shrugged. "But I'm dry."
"Sure." Duo nodded. "But I'm the one with the sleeping bag tonight." He smirked.
"Because I'm nice."
Duo arched an eyebrow. "I think it's because you don't really want me to freeze my ass and die, or you'll get your butt kicked by Oz tomorrow."
"Of course." Trowa nodded. "I always have an ulterior motive."
"Yup. I knew it," Duo said. He watched Trowa for a few moments, noticing the slight trembles of his body as he tried to fight the cold. The light jacket he had on would not be enough to keep him warm through the night. Duo looked over at the blanket he'd rolled up to use as a pillow. Even with that blanket, Trowa would not be able to sleep much at all.
"You look a little chilly there. I think you'll need more than the blanket tonight," Duo said. "So...I suppose I could be nice..." Duo patted down the sleeping bag.
Trowa looked at Duo for moment.
"What?" Duo threw his hands up in the air. "I'm gonna feel bad if you're dead in the morning! We can share. The bag is yours anyway..."
"It's a small bag," Trowa said.
Duo arched and eyebrow and looked down at the bag. He lifted the sides with both hands and took a look inside. He pretended to make calculations, and measured it with his fingers. "Plenty of room here," he finally said. "Enough for a tall and skinny pilot."
Trowa remained silent, not moving from his seated position. "Are you sure?"
Duo rolled his eyes. "Would I be asking you if I wasn't?"
Trowa took off his shoes and crawled over to the bag. He slid inside, next to Duo.
Duo wiggled a little inside the bag until he found a comfortable position. "There," he said. "At least we won't be cold."
"No," Trowa said quietly.
Duo took a deep breath and looked up, his eyes fixing up on the moon once more. He wondered again, like he had many times in the past, if perhaps Heero was also looking up at the moon. Whatever he was doing, wherever he was, could he appreciate a moon like this?
Heero was too preoccupied with many other things. Obsessed with his laptop and his Gundam, it was a wonder that he even took a break for sex. But he was human, afterall, as full of hormones as any other boy, Perfect Soldier or not.
Someday, Duo would have to teach him all about the moon, and stargazing. He would make him look out of his cockpit and enjoy the sky. Someday...
"I guess we should sleep now." Duo looked over at Trowa with the corner of his eye.
"Yeah," Trowa said.
"'nite," Duo whispered.
"Good night, Duo."
Duo rolled on his side, careful not to rub against Trowa. A guy only had so much control over his own body, and getting a woody in the middle of the night was probably not a good idea. Not under their circumstances, anyway.
He tossed and turned for a few minutes, unable to find a comfortable position. The bag was big enough for two people, but only if said two people weren't pulling away in opposite directions.
Trowa had not moved at all. He lay still on his back, staring blankly at the sky. Hesitantly, Duo moved closer to Trowa and lightly rested his head over his chest, hoping he wouldn't mind. The worst that could happen is that Trowa would tell him to move away, and Duo was used to his rejection. No biggie. Or perhaps, he would just tell him that sharing a sleeping bag wasn't a good idea, and that might be a problem...because one of them would have to sleep with the blanket and turn into an icicle.
But Trowa didn't do any of that. Instead, he lightly wrapped his arm around him, and Duo sighed. Being close to Trowa this way would keep him warm, it would keep him comfortable.
"This is...weird," Duo whispered.
Trowa immediately removed his arm and sat up. "I'm sorry. I'll take the blanket."
"No, no!" Duo pulled Trowa back to him. "It's weird, but it isn't bad. It's just...different."
"Different?" Trowa asked.
"Being here with you," Duo said. "I can let down the guard. Who would have thought!"
"I'm not always in control," Trowa said quietly.
"I guess I just never saw you in any other light." Duo shrugged. "Except for that time, when you lost your memory."
"I remember floating..." Trowa looked up at the sky, as if he were picturing his time lost in space.
"What was it like, being out there?" Duo asked, as he rested his chin on Trowa's chest.
"I don't remember much." Trowa closed his eyes. "There was a bright light and it hurt for a moment. And then...I was just floating. It was like what being free must feel like."
"Free...lost in space?" Duo shook his head a little. "I think that sounds rather scary!"
"It was good to be a little...weightless," Trowa continued, "for a while. There was no memory then. Only feeling."
"Sorta like dreaming awake," Duo whispered.
"Yes. Without the trappings of everything that came before."
"You could still feel like that," Duo said, and he closed his eyes. "Just, let go..."
"It was nice, but there is a reality that must be dealt with. This is war. It's not the right time," Trowa said, and Duo heard that tone of command in his voice again, the one that meant *business*. So this is how Trowa kept himself going, this is how he could keep fighting.
Duo was beginning to understand. "But when you're not in battle," he said, "you should let go then."
"It would be too tempting not to come back." Trowa smiled a little, and the smile made his face soft and gentle. His eyes were not merely reflecting the moon, but they had a light of their own.
Duo offered him a warm smile in return. "You should do that more often."
Their eyes met. And then, Trowa leaned forward and gently brushed his lips over Duo's. Duo didn't pull back, he moved closer, and he opened his mouth allowing Trowa to deepen the kiss.
He felt his heart racing, his temperature rising, his body reacting to the sensations, to the warmth of that kiss. And who knew, that a kiss from Trowa Barton would actually taste so sweet...
Trowa pulled back slowly. "I suppose, now is not the time to...just let go," he said.
"Maybe there won't be another chance." Duo sighed softly as Trowa's fingers brushed through his bangs.
Duo took Trowa's hand away from his hair and held it tight. "It might not be so hard to like you after all," he said. He pushed himself up a little and kissed Trowa's cheek.
Trowa looked at Duo for a moment, an amused expression on his face. "You'll be cursing me again tomorrow."
"Probably." Duo yawned, as he slid back down to rest his cheek on Trowa's chest.
for now ^_~
DaMoyre and Stephanie