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Trowa could no longer watch!

Perched on the windowsill, his attention was focused on a small ball of clothing, hair and tear streaks that quivered with each shaking breath on the sofa. He had never seen the other boy break down like this- he now wished that it could have remained that way.

Yet another mission gone wrong, only this time the consequences had hit too close to home- Duo Maxwell had been forced to watch with horrified eyes as the complex they had been ordered to blow up exploded into a fiery hell- all of it, including the small civilian portion that Mission had neglected to tell them about.

.And in that section, a small orphanage, filled with children who would now never see the New Year.

Since that horrified moment, Duo hadn’t spoken a single word.

Trowa stood and stretched as he prepared to move, taking great care to make some noise and not to startle the other boy with his presence. It was terribly unnerving to see- Duo had always been the fountain of energy and good feelings that had kept them sane when each of them had been in the same condition. He had been the one to joke and smile and tell them that it was alright, to hold them tight when no words would work and simply be there, a warm presence and a soothing embrace.

The ex-mercenary supposed that was a large part of why he had fallen for the American pilot of Deathscythe. But he had never factored this in- that Duo could be affected so strongly by the pain he felt that even his mask would break. As he now approached the other boy, he felt something warm and beautiful deep inside his chest, and it bothered him a little. Was it really possible that seeing Duo like this was making him love him even more?

He sat down at the edge of the sofa and reached a tentative hand towards the trembling form next to him. “Duo?”

Red-rimmed violet eyes peered up at him from under long, chestnut brown locks. “Please don’t look at me right now. I don’t… I don’t want anyone to see me like this. Please…”

Trowa shook his head. “You never left me when I was like this- I can’t leave you, either.”

Duo was heaving dry sobs as he lifted his face completely from his crossed arms- tear stained cheeks and trembling lips turned towards the green-eyed boy as violet eyes, almost turned the same shade of blue as Heero’s from crying and hurt, pinned him to his spot. “I murdered them, Trowa! I don’t deserve your pity!”

“Never say that!” Trowa snapped, finally reaching out and grabbing the braided boy’s arm in a firm grip. “You made a mistake because you weren’t told the truth, and you’re suffering for it now. Mission is responsible, not you!”

Duo sniffled a little, his sobs dying off in the face of Trowa’s anger. “Mission didn’t set those explosives. I did. I’m as bad as they are…”

He didn’t need to ask who ‘they’ were.

Duo turned to stare at the wall. “I’m glad Father and Sister are dead- they don’t have to see how much of a monster I’ve become.”

“You. Are. Not. A. Monster,” Trowa ground out between clenched teeth as he forced Duo to turn back and look him in the eyes.

He irritatedly pushed his hair back from his face, wanting to see clearly and to be seen as he said some of the most important words of his young life. “You’re the one who’s kept me, and the others, alive. You’ve kept us all sane when we should have gone crazy a long time ago! You made me want to live- you made me laugh. Don’t you see?” Unable to control the rush of feelings any longer, he leaned forward and forcefully kissed Duo.

The braided boy moaned against him and parted his lips, and Trowa ruthlessly plundered the sweet softness of the other pilot’s mouth, releasing his pent up passion in a solitary, blinding moment of ecstasy. He felt Duo’s arms wrapping around him and his hands dove into the mass of silken hair that hung loose down the other boy’s back, stroking with infinite care along the warm, taught muscles of Duo’s back.

He didn’t care that it was going far too quickly. His hands were somehow already underneath the thin black t-shirt the American was wearing, stroking and kneading over well-developed muscle, slipping down to cup the boy’s firm ass as his lips trailed up Duo’s jaw and then down to his neck. Trowa expertly stripped Duo’s shirt from him, taking a moment to simply look at the beauty of the boy in front of him, panting, eyes wide and dilated with passion and lust.

Trowa used his superior weight to push Duo backwards onto the sofa, settling on top of him gently as he continued to explore the body beneath his with hands and mouth. Duo was sexuality personified- gasping and whimpering as a hot mouth engulfed a nipple, teasing it to full attention before moving on to its twin.

The green-eyed boy was almost trembling in anticipation as his hands reached the waist of Duo’s jeans and he popped the first button, and then the second and the third. Duo’s eyes met and held his as he slowly undid the rest of the buttons and pulled both jeans and boxers off over long, well shaped legs.

Trowa had never known that it could feel like this to be with another person, to feel so drawn and hot, so aroused, so incredibly powerful in the possession of something like the boy in front of him. He dipped his head and kissed Duo’s hardened member, running his tongue along the underside before teasing at the tip and lapping up the small bead of precum there.

Duo’s head lolled back into the cushions and Trowa was about to live out one of his fantasies before- “No! Wait Trowa. Please, not like this…”

He pulled back reluctantly, smoothing Duo’s hair back from his face as he moved back up and over him. “What is it, Duo? Was I hurting you?”

The braided boy shook his head. “No! God, no! It felt so good- I’m just…”

Trowa stopped the stumbling words with a finger to the boy’s lips. “This is my gift to you- no strings attached, no guilt, no fear. Just me and you tonight, okay?” He licked along Duo’s neck, stopping to place a kiss at the base of his throat, lips trailing down onto his chest again.

Duo moaned and rubbed himself against the other boy, still annoyingly clothed, on top of him. It was what he needed- to feel love and to be cherished…

His eyes popped open again, but this time, he felt an alarming sense of dread and coldness spreading through him.

Trowa pulled back, not knowing what to make of the look in the other boy’s eyes.

Duo’s lips trembled again as he stared up into Trowa’s face. “Just tonight? Is that all this is to you? Jesus, Trowa, don’t think I don’t want to, but I can’t do that! I need to have, to know…”

Trowa kissed Duo’s forehead tenderly. “Know what?”

“Why are you doing this? I don’t want to be pitied…”

The green eyed boy felt a deep pain in his heart as he realized exactly what his words must have meant to the boy next to him, and he let the tears he felt behind his eyes make their way to the surface. “You need to know that someone loves you. Well, someone does. I do.”

Duo’s breath caught.

“I could never do this… with you… and not mean it,” Trowa whispered, now fearful, as he looked deeper into the violet eyes of the other boy.

Duo stared up at him with wide, soulful eyes as his hands came up to cradle Trowa’s face, thumbs stroking along the high cheekbones and smooth skin. He was almost panting as he gently pulled Trowa’s face back down to his and kissed him.

Trowa had never felt anything like that kiss- demanding, and yet delicate and loving as the same time. Duo’s tongue stroked his, dancing as the long-haired boy explored him now as gently as he had been forceful earlier.

Lips parted, and Duo Maxwell smiled hesitantly up at the green-eyed pilot. “I love you, too, Trowa. I have for a long time.”

The ex-mercenary smiled down into that upturned, elfin face, leaning down to claim soft, full lips again as he felt Duo’s hips moving against him.

They pulled apart again for only as long as it took Duo to yank Trowa’s turtleneck off over his head, and then lips met again as both boys moaned into each other, savoring the feeling of flesh against flesh as their bare chests met. Trowa’s hips pumped against Duo’s, rubbing them together mercilessly as the long haired boy’s hands strayed down to the fastenings of the other’s tight jeans, surreptitiously rubbing the heavy bulge as he nipped at the green eyed boy’s neck gently, soothing the small bites with flicks of his tongue.

Trowa pulled away and stood to shimmy out of his last pieces of clothing, then stood in front of the American, chest heaving. Duo’s eyes were roaming over him, as though drinking up the sight, and Trowa moaned out again, almost as if it had been Duo’s hands or lips, rather than his eyes, that roamed over him.

Stooping, he lifted the long-haired boy with very little visible effort and carried him purposefully towards the small bedroom. Setting Duo down again, Trowa stepped back, though. He had to be certain- Duo had to take the next move.

A small smile formed on Duo’s lips as he stepped forward, hips swaying enticingly as he stepped right up to Trowa and slipped his arms around him, molding his smaller frame to the taller one of his soon-to-be lover. Planting a row of kisses up Trowa’s neck, he paused at the boy’s ear and whispered, “Make love to me, Trowa.”

The green-eyed boy wrapped long arms around the smaller pilot, reason flying out the proverbial window as he heard those words- he crushed his lips to Duo’s even as his hands cupped the boy’s ass and lifted. Duo wrapped his legs around Trowa’s waist, and both trembled and moaned as the head of Trowa’s erection brushed against Duo’s entrance.

He felt as though he would never survive it as Duo began to make small, circular motions with his hips, rubbing Trowa’s erection all over his firm bottom. The tall boy moaned and thrust upwards automatically, barely managing to stop himself before he impaled his lover right then and there.

Growling in frustration, he set Duo down on the bed and fumbled one handed in a bag at the bedside, his hand coming back with a tube of lubricant. He was trembling with the effort of holding back as he smeared his fingers with the cool substance, and then slowly trailed his hand down the planes of Duo’s body and passed his throbbing erection to tease at his entrance. Claiming Duo’s lips yet again, he pressed a finger up into the hot depths of Duo Maxwell.

Duo moaned and bucked against him, mindless as Trowa stroked him masterfully, first with one and then a second finger. The long-haired boy knew he was not going to last long- he grabbed the tube of lubricant from where Trowa had set it and squirted some into his hand.

Trowa whimpered as a slick hand stroked his cock insistently- Duo was touching him, preparing him, loving him… His blood ignited as Duo broke their kiss and whispered in his ear. “Now. Do it now.”

Trowa scooped the other boy up again as before; trembling as Duo’s long legs closed around his waist and their bodies seemed to melt together. He whispered, “I love you,” as he felt Duo’s body settling over him and he thrust upwards.

Duo moaned loudly as he was stretched and filled- he was completely helpless, completely out of control and it felt incredible to give over like that! One of Trowa’s long arms wrapped around his waist to steady him as the tall boy began with shallow thrusts as first that deepened and became more powerful with each heartbeat.

Duo nearly screamed as a hand wrapped around his erection and began to pump him hard, in time with each thrust into his body.

Trowa’s entire body came alive as Duo shouted his name as he came, shooting his seed onto Trowa’s hand as his insides clamped down on the intruding member, making the already exquisite tightness of him almost unbearably divine. Backing Duo against the wall, he thrust into the boy savagely as Duo’s climax came- “Duo!” He felt his mind bursting as he, too, came, deep inside the other boy.

Both boys were trembling as Trowa reluctantly withdrew and got them back over to the bed on shaking legs. He deposited his precious burden and sank onto the mattress next to him, allowing Duo to pull him close.

Duo smiled in the aftermath, stroking a hand along Trowa’s back as he kissed the boy’s forehead. Tipping the ex-mercenary’s head back so he could look into his eyes, Duo indulged them in a long, tender kiss.

He pulled back with a smile. “Thank you, Trowa. You really are beautiful.”

The green-eyed boy blushed. “I didn’t do anything I didn’t want to do. I should thank you.”

Duo’s eyes sparked mischievously. “Okay- well, we could thank each other…” he placed a fleeting kiss on Trowa’s lips, “and try that again sometime. What do you say?”

Trowa finally laughed. “I think I like your idea of a thank you.”

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