Pairings: 1x2x1

Warnings: AU, graphic m/m scenes, Heero’s POV

Rating: NC-17

 

Lessons in TLC 101:

 

Later On That Day:

 

I usually don’t do very well when it comes to surprises. Once, Quatre had tried to throw a surprise party for my birthday and I had walked into my apartment ready to beat the intruders to death. Or take the time when Relena had left a pink-wrapped lunch box in my locker during our first year. Needless to say, paranoia and extreme wariness had caused me to throw the entire lunch away without even opening it. Relena had not been very happy with my antics and understandably so.

 

With that said, I am extremely amazed at the fact that I was able to say anything coherent after Duo’s surprising speech. I still can’t remember half of what I had said, but I’m sure it must have made sense because I got yet another rousing round of applause after it.

 

Tradition calls for the students to file into the ‘voting room’ – actually the cafeteria – and to put a check mark on allotted boxes beside the names of whom they wanted for President and Vice-President. At the end of the day, the votes were tallied and the winners were announced first thing in the morning. The candidates had to go in first, of course and I can still remember how hard it had been to simply put a check beside my name. Duo ought to have all the recognition and praise. If it wasn’t for him…I doubt I’d have made a dent in the public’s perception of me.

 

It was hard to maintain eye contact with him for long periods of time. Every look we exchanged made me feel hot and rather bothered. I kept having the feeling that he knew just what I had planned to do for him and as each minute passed, I was beginning to get a serious case of cold feet. Just what had I been thinking?!

 

“A penny for your thoughts?”

 

I start and blink slowly at the smiling face before me. My thought processes are rather dull at the moment and it takes me another long second to finally mutter out his name.

 

“Zechs…” I begin to say only to snap to attention as I remember my manners. “President Zechs, sir…”

 

“Please, skip the formalities,” the blond says around a warm smile as he stands beside me. “You can call me by my name when we’re alone.”

 

I nod softly and turn towards the window again. I have been standing here on the top floor, looking out at the students that are making their way home. The building itself now seems hollow and empty – the familiar echoes of the last few people within the grounds herald the end to a very exciting day all around. Wufei had gone home earlier due to some important family business. Trowa and Quatre had club activities and I was sure they’d still be in the Music Room. If not, they would go home together afterwards. Duo…

 

I have no idea where he is. I had last seen him leaving the cafeteria after voting and that was that.

 

“I wasn’t expecting that.” I’m not even sure of why I’m talking, but I have to or my muddled thoughts will only do more to confuse me. “I didn’t know he was going to do that at all. It’s as if he had…”

 

“Planned it all from the beginning?” Zechs finishes with a small nod. “I’ll let you in on a secret, Heero.” He taps his fan gently upon his thigh. “Duo never really wanted to be President from the moment he came striding into Student Council.”

 

“But I thought…”

 

“Yes, yes. I wanted to play the role of instigator. I had told him he had to run so he could bring out the best in you.”

 

I can hardly contain my light snort of derision. “You already know I’m the best…”

 

“Perhaps. In academics and sports yes, but in everything else…” Zechs gives a long-suffering sigh and places a hand upon his forehead. “You suck at socializing, Heero.”

 

“Great.”

 

“Just being honest.”

 

“Thank you, sir…Zechs. I don’t need to be reminded of my lack of social skills…”

 

“But look at what happened!” The blond interrupts with a flourish. Man, but he likes to hear himself talk, doesn’t he? “Thanks to Duo, you’ve blossomed into this gregarious loudmouth.”

 

What?!

 

But it looks like Zechs isn’t finished yet. “You are a pathetic alcoholic. You can break the law and get into trouble and I think it’s safe to say that you’ve done more smiling in the last few months than you’ve done since you entered Fujisaki. Dare to deny that?”

 

I open and shut my mouth for a few seconds before deciding it’s not worth getting into an argument with him. I can already see the glint of daring in Zechs’s eyes. The blond can shoot me down with his rebuttals. No wonder he’s got the most wins in debate competitions in the history of…well…debate competitions.

 

“Look, I’m not saying that Duo should get all the credit here. He’s a contributing factor, yes, but it’s all you, Heero.” He taps his fan gently against my chest, giving me a surprising ‘big brother’ look. “You gave yourself the chance to change and I’m glad you did. I liked the old Heero…but the new one is even better.”

 

The old me, huh? What was the old me? The one who was too selfish and self-centered? The one who looked out for himself and didn’t give a damn about others? The one who never thought he would be able to feel these carnal desires for another person let alone for another guy?

 

And suddenly, for no reason whatsoever (as if this is going to justify my cause or anything), I blurt out thickly. “I…I’m not gay or anything. I just…”

 

But the senior’s loud and carefree laughter has me flushing in embarrassment. I try to scowl and turn my gaze towards the window again. Damn. This is what I get for trying to be brutally honest. But a strong hand upon my shoulder and Zechs’s warm breath against my ear doesn’t help much.

 

“Sure you aren’t, Heero. You just find yourself attracted to Duo and that’s perfectly okay. But you do know that I’m available…”

 

“I have to get going now, sir,” I cut in sharply as I spin on my heels to walk away. He just doesn’t know when to give up, does he? So why can’t I stop the smile that comes to my features? Damn Zechs Merquise for being such a…

 

Duo!

 

I quicken my steps and move closer to the window, my body pressing so hard against the pane, I almost wish I could melt through it and hear what’s taking place below.

 

It’s the black limousine the guys had seen this morning – the one with the government license plate number. I mean, it had to be. I can see Duo walking towards it, with his hands deep within his pockets. That long, steady stride does little to betray the tension I can literally feel here. It’s clear that whoever this visitor is, Duo doesn’t want to be seen with him or her. By this time of course, most of the students have left for the day. Only a few late ones either leaving clubhouses or the gym dot the school grounds.

 

The car comes to a slow stop within the gate – of course; the guards do nothing about that. I mean what can they do? This is apparently someone important. The back door opens up slowly and I hold my breath, wondering just who it could possibly be.

 

The sight of expensive black leather high heels, followed by slender long legs herald the shapely figure of a young woman in her late twenties or early thirties. She’s dressed in a simple black skirt-suit, her long chestnut colored hair framing her breathtaking features. She takes off her sunglasses and the wind is completely knocked out of my sails.

 

Her eyes…Duo’s eyes…!

 

/You could say I haven’t seen them for a long time…/

 

The woman smiles – it’s a tentative one but a smile nonetheless. She says something to Duo, who had stopped walking by the way. I’m not sure of what Duo says in response, since I can’t really see his face from my vantage point. They don’t seem to be arguing, but the woman’s features are just as lively as the boy I had come to admire. She reaches into the car and pulls out a few papers. Duo looks at them briefly and I notice – with growing panic – the small slump of his shoulders.

 

Something isn’t right here. Something is definitely not right!

 

She smiles again and walks closer to him. My heart is beginning to pound so fast that I’m not sure I can take it anymore. She wraps her arms around him and Duo…

 

Don’t! Don’t do it!

 

I really have no idea why I’m so worried about him hugging this woman who looks so much like him, but I have a feeling that there’s something so…so…

 

Final

 

…about that gesture.

 

But he does. He does hug her! It’s almost a shy movement on his part but it’s a clear response to the happy lady. She pulls away and I can see her tears of happiness? Pleasure? She wipes her cheeks gently and then caresses Duo’s. Final words are exchanged but I don’t want to see anymore. With hardly a thought of anything else, I begin to run – down the hallway, almost jumping down the stairs two at a time. My feet skid dangerously on the floor and I almost fall flat on my damn ass. The janitor, who had begun to clean up the hallway, stares blankly at me as I push open the doors and dash outside. With my breath coming out in ragged gasps, I eye the now empty grounds wildly. The car’s gone and so is Duo. My panic builds to a crescendo, wondering if Duo had actually left with the woman…

 

(His mother)

 

…after all. Damn him! Damn him for not waiting for me!

 

“Heero?” comes the bemused call that has me spinning around so quickly that I almost lose my footing again.

 

“Du…Duo.” Well, that sounds as breathless as I feel inside. I drink his very presence, my hands itching to touch – to feel – to know that he’s really still standing beside me. I swallow tightly and try to maintain my cool, idly noticing that his tie is now lying askew around his collar. The top two buttons of his shirt are undone and he has his jacket slung over a shoulder – the epitome of cool.

 

“What’s up? You look like you’ve been running.”

 

Yeah, keep laughing at me, why don’t you? I run shaky fingers through my hair and straighten up to meet his amused depths. “I…”

 

“Wanna walk me to class?” He offers without giving me a chance to respond. He’s already making his way towards the room, not even waiting for me to join him or not. But I follow all the same. Despite his laid-back demeanor, I can tell that he’s not as calm and as collected as he’d like to portray.

 

Please talk to me, Duo. I might not have the best advice but…maybe I can help…

 

“I left my bag in class,” he’s saying. He shifts his jacket from one shoulder to the other, tugs briefly on his braid and then gives a heavy sigh as he pushes open the door to Class 3-2. It’s empty, as expected and from the smell of disinfectant and wood polish, it’s already been cleaned for the day. I close the door behind me carefully, feeling my mouth go dry again as I realize that this is the perfect opportunity for me to ‘thank’ Duo in my own special way.

 

“I was in such a hurry and I completely forgot it. Dumb of me, huh?” He laughs - a small nervous titter that’s rather surprising. This is far from the Duo I know and as I walk closer to him, I can see that his shoulders are trembling slightly.

 

I lift a hand to touch him, but pull it back quickly. Licking my lips slowly, I try to gather moisture into my mouth. “I…I saw…”

 

He stiffens and then shoves his Math textbook into his bag with more force than necessary. “You saw what?” he asks tightly.

 

But I’m not going to let that tone faze me. I have to know everything now or I’d burst with…

 

“She’s my mother,” he states flatly and for some reason, hearing him say that (although I had an idea) causes my stomach to do yet another nervous flip flop.

 

“She’s…beautiful…”

 

He shrugs and zips up his bag, still not looking at me. “She wants me back.”

 

There goes my thundering heartbeat again. “Wha…what?”

 

“She travels around a lot…these days. She works for the government…high paying job…sends her all over the world…she wants to be with me again.”

 

What…what are you trying to say Duo?

 

“My dad was in the army back then…when they first met. She was young…some kid from the streets who didn’t know any better. He fucked her and ran off., leaving her pregnant at sixteen with no means to support herself. Good thing she didn’t abort me, right? Anyway…she dumps me off at an orphanage and goes off in search of my dad. Apparently, she found him, but he didn’t want her to bring me back to his home. He already had a wife and two kids…”

 

“The author?” I blurt out stupidly and he spares me a glance for the first time. I flush at the incredulous look in his visage but I don’t tear my gaze away.

 

“No…he’s not an author,” he says slowly as if speaking to a child. “He’s just a retired army guy with tons of money.”

 

“Has he ever seen you?”

 

“No.”

 

“Do you know what he looks like?”

 

He shrugs and says nothing for a long minute. “My mom got herself a job with the money he gave her and she began to work for the government. She’s an attaché.”

 

“Wow…that’s great, isn’t it?”

 

“I guess.”

 

He doesn’t speak again for a long while and we remain standing in the slowly darkening room, watching the sun begin to set before us. The school gate will be locked soon, but I am in no hurry to leave.

 

Finally, he finishes quietly. “She worked so hard to get to this point…to get custody of me again, so to speak. She’s been calling me for the past few weeks – says she’s sorry for leaving me all this time. She showed me the papers today. She said it’s legal now. She’s my ‘real’ mother all over again and that this time, she’s never going to let me go until I say so.”

 

No…Duo…you can’t…

 

“I’m going with her,” he says with a firm nod of his head. “I’ve made up my mind.”

 

Oh god no! You can’t!

 

“It’ll be fun to be with a parent, won’t it? I get to tell her everything that’s happened to her baby boy over the past few…huh?”

 

You can’t. You can’t leave me now, Duo. You just can’t!

 

I tighten my arms around him, burying my face against the shirt on his back as I struggle not to scream in frustration and sorrow. This can’t be happening, not when I’ve finally come to terms with my emotions – emotions I’ve tried to keep under wraps for so damn long.

 

“Heero…” he whispers and places his hand gently upon mine. He says nothing else and I’m grateful for that. He’s going to leave me soon…after that rousing speech, promising to stay by my side to support me through my senior year…he’s going to just walk away. What the hell am I going to do?

 

“You’ll be fine without me,” he responds thickly and I start in surprise, my cheeks flushing with color as I realize that I must have said that last thought aloud.

 

“I won’t…I just won’t…” I say quickly. “You…I…”

 

“You’ve done well without me all these years, why should this be any different?”

 

Why indeed? I release him slowly, only to spin him around to cup his face within my palms. I stare deeply into his eyes, knowing that I will have to memorize and burn their piercing beauty into my mind for as long as I can. A thumb reaches out to caress his lips, my breathing becoming shallow as I watch him part the moist flesh to let my finger wander in.

 

“It’s…it’s different because…because…”

 

I think…no…I do love you, Duo. In some weird, whacky way…I guess I do love you.

 

Damn.

 

He sucks on my finger and I moan helplessly before capturing my lower lip between my teeth to stifle the betraying sound. My flesh is burning – literally – and I want, oh so damn much, for him to touch me. I want him to ease the ache that’s growing within me – to remind of me of just why I’ve decided to give him my heart, mind and body.

 

He releases my finger and I catch my breath at the look in his eyes. I can’t describe it well enough, but it’s enough to make me want to cry in response. But I’m not even sure of how that goes anymore. It’s been a very long time since I’ve given in to such an emotion. My father never liked me showing those signs of ‘weakness’ but I’m sure he will forgive me if I give in to them now.

 

“Why?” Duo asks in a broken voice as he places his hands on my waist to lift me upon his desk. “Why can’t I cry, Heero?”

 

I place my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as his lips begin to trail down my cheek to my neck. Arching gently into his touch, I hiss in a sharp breath, unable to find the answer to the question that burns between us.

 

“I don’t…I can’t do it either, Duo…” I whisper thickly, closing my eyes as his warm tongue laps on my sensitive skin. “We can both…”

 

His hands begin to tug my shirt out of my pants.

 

“…cry inside…” I finish weakly.

 

He pulls away from me, eyes dark with a warmth that I’ll never forget as long as I live. “Cry inside, huh?” he whispers, moving closer to me to rest his forehead against mine. My hands slide down his back and down to his ass and then his left hip. I caress the area that has his tattoo and he smiles softly.

 

“Cry with me,” I murmur, my tongue darting out to tease his full lower lip. “Please…”

 

I made a promise to give myself to you, Duo and if this is my final gift…then may it be one you’ll never forget.

 

 

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We manage to pull away from each other long enough to take off our shirts. The chill of the classroom causes me to shiver and staring at Duo’s hard nipples is enough evidence to tell me that he’s not immune to it either. Of course, my trembling can’t be because I’m scared as hell about what I’m about to do…can it? I mean…I haven’t exactly done this before – going all the way that is. Besides the little incidences in the past between Duo and I, neither of us have a clue as to what happens after the preliminaries. At least, I don’t. I’m not sure of Duo. For all I know, he can very well be studying tapes and books on the act of gay sex diligently.

 

“Are you getting cold feet?” he asks with a small teasing smile as he moves closer to me again. I shake my head rapidly, trying to look pissed off at the notion that I’d be embarrassed about such a thing.

 

“No…no I’m not.”

 

“Good, because I don’t have the time to start teaching you how it’s done.”

 

“Like you know…aaah….” I thrust into his hand, which had begun to stroke my erection through my pants. My legs tremble and I’m grateful I’m half-sitting on the desk, or I’m sure I would have fallen to the floor.

 

“I know a few things…” he murmurs and proceeds to capture my nipple in his mouth. I bite pretty damn hard on my lower lip, tasting the blood that fills my mouth. I want to scream for him to not bite it that hard, but when he begins to suck on it…ah fuck…all rational thought flies out the window.

 

“Hah…hah…” Oh man. I sound like a steam engine about to run off its rails. I’m breathing so hard, it’s like the only sound in this suddenly hot room. My hips are beginning to buck rather sharply as his hands stroke faster and faster on my bulging and now damp cloth.

 

“Oooh…” My fingers sink deeply into his hair, my mind an endless blur of jumbled thoughts and emotions. I’m going to come soon. This is going to be embarrassing as hell but I’m not sure I can hold off much longer.

 

He releases me with a soft sigh and straightens up, causing me to blink dazedly at him.

 

“We need a wider desk,” he says with a nod. And before I can protest, he leads me towards the teacher’s table and pushes me against it.

 

“Duo…mmmphff!!” Kissing him never gets old and it only gets better each and every time. Forget that my ass is currently hurting thanks to his overzealous move or the fact that I’m about to ejaculate any second if he doesn’t stop grinding against me – his lips are pure heaven.

 

My arms wrap tightly around his neck as I respond hungrily, tasting, sucking, latching onto his taste like a man possessed. But damn if he doesn’t pull away again to pant harshly against my swollen lips. “Let’s…let’s take off…”

 

“Ri…right…” I reply just as quickly and we reluctantly pull away. Our eyes are fixed on each other, trembling hands fumbling with our belts and zippers as we literally try to rip them right off our bodies. I sincerely hope that Mr. Janitor doesn’t come searching the classrooms for a final check, or I can kiss my newly restored reputation goodbye.

 

Oh my god! Has Duo always been this…big?!

 

“Wow,” he whistles softly. “Someone’s grown over the last few weeks.”

 

I flush and I’m seriously tempted to cover myself as I reach out to wrap my hand around his very warm and slick cock. It throbs within my palm and I smile in small victory at how swollen the purplish tip is. Drops of pre-cum tease the slit and I lick my lips, not sure if I want to attempt to suck him off again. The last time that had happened…

 

“On the desk,” he commands softly and I nod in agreement. It’s a good thing the table’s long and wide enough. And as I lay prone on it, I can barely control the whimper that escapes my lips as Duo moves to settle above me. With his cock and balls now in my face (and that tempting tease of his asshole), I know what I must do.

 

My hand moves to his hip, unconsciously covering his tattoo as I lean up to lap hungrily at his erection. My moans and groans are muffled as he begins to suck on mine. I close my eyes and concentrate on doing a good job in pleasing Duo as much as he’s doing to me. My entire body is shaking so badly, it’s a miracle I can hold on to him like this. His cock fills my mouth and being careful not to scrape him like that last time, I swirl my tongue around the thick flesh enjoying the salty and slightly bitter taste of his come. My left hand moves towards his ass cheeks and I wonder how he’d react if I dare to…

 

“Ah! Duo!”

 

I buck up so sharply that I nearly send him off the table. However, he continues relentlessly. It was his tongue at first, having found my tight hole to lick it gently and now my balls and cock are tightening to a rather painful state at the feel of his fingers thrusting deep within me. I just know I’m going to come in one…two…

 

“Fuck…” It’s a breathless word that escapes my lips as my come rushes like a mini flood into his mouth. My entire body seems to deflate with exhaustion as he continues to suck and swallow everything I have to offer. I feel bad that I couldn’t bring him to his orgasm, but damn if the world isn’t spinning out of control for me right now.

 

He releases me with a slow ‘pop’ and strokes my flaccid cock for a moment before turning around to straddle my waist.

 

I stare at him through hooded and glazed depths (still panting like I have just run a marathon) while wondering how anyone could look this hot without it being a sin.

 

“No fair, Heero,” he says as he licks his lips slowly. I can see a trail of my cum from the corner of his mouth and to me that is the most erotic thing I’ve seen yet. My cock is twitching again in response as my face heats up at the incredibly sexy smile that comes to his visage.

 

“Remember what I said I’d do to you when I got a chance, Heero?”

 

You’ve said many things, Duo. How the hell am I supposed to remember…?

 

“You didn’t make me come, so I’m going to have to do it another way.” He winks and gets off the desk and before I can say another word, he has me standing and then lying halfway across it!

 

Wait a minute! I had been the one with this image in my mind back in the storage room. I had wished he’d fuck me senseless over a teacher’s desk, hadn’t I? Well, who says dreams can’t come true?

 

“Oh!” I grip the edge of the desk as I feel his warm tongue on my ass. “Hah…hah….Duo…don’t…”

 

His lips trail to my right hip and with his tongue – oh sweet mother of heaven, that damn tongue of his – begins to trace the outline of our names. He sucks on the skin and my knees give way a little. He has to place a hand on my waist to steady me but he doesn’t let up on his teasing molestation of my body art.

 

“Eternally…yours…”

 

What? My incoherent mind struggles to think. What does that mean?

 

“Aaaah!!” He slaps a hand over my mouth to silence me as he shakes his head and nods towards the door. Sure enough, we can hear the familiar and heavy footsteps of the janitor making his way down the hallway. I whimper and begin to shake my head, hoping that Duo would stop long enough for us to hide. But seeing the wicked and devilish glint in those violet depths lets me know that he has absolutely no plans to stop now.

 

He leans over me and nudges his sleek cock between my ass.

 

No, Duo! He’s going to come in and see us! Oh fuck no!

 

But here I am, still welcoming it. My mind refusing but yet my body aching to be filled completely.

 

“Wait…” he mutters quickly and he runs back to his desk, leaving me panting and wondering if he’s the one beginning to get cold feet. I dare not turn around, although I vaguely hear the sound of rustling paper and then…

 

What the…?

 

…cloth around my mouth! My eyes widen in disbelief and I try to glare at him, but meeting his grinning visage, I can only mumble (muffle, more like) a weak ‘what are you doing?’ before accepting this new game of his. He has gagged me with his tie and as I feel my arms being lifted behind me, I know he’s going to bound my wrists together too. And sure enough he does. He’s pretty good at this stuff to be honest. It’s quick and efficient and a damn turn on.

 

He begins to trail kisses along my spine and I arch helplessly into him, shivering in response, lashes fluttering closed, my lips sealed from speaking or screaming although the cloth gets wet from my saliva. My cock is a rigid pole of pain as it swells and grinds relentlessly against the hard wooden table. Duo’s cock, now a bit cooler and thicker, due to his protection, presses against my quivering hole again.

 

My wrists are beginning to hurt and I want him to get this over and done….

 

OH GOD!

 

My body arches into a bow so tight that it seems to strain with the force of his entry. He holds onto me, whispering soft words of apology and hoping he hasn’t hurt me. Of course, he’s hurt me, the damn bastard! I can barely think with the mind numbing pain that rips right through my rectum and up my spine. I try to even my breathing, blinking rapidly to stop the tears that had sprung to my eyes. Lowering my head, aware that sweat had long since broken out on my skin and that my bangs are lying in wet damp strands upon my forehead, I breathe evenly and try to get used to his cock within me.

 

Breathe…just breathe…it will pass…it will…

 

“I have to move, Heero,” he pleads weakly. “I…I can’t…”

 

He withdraws a little and my inner muscles protest the movement, wanting that thick flesh to come back again. I thrust gently against him and he penetrates again…deeper this time. The pain is still there, but with each push, I get used to his presence and my muscles finally begin to relax and stretch for him.

 

Slowly, back and forth, in and out, Duo takes me. My saliva, having soaked through the tie in my mouth, dribbles down my chin as it combines with my sweat upon my fevered flesh. The aches and pains in my body fade and become irrelevant as we establish a steady rhythm that takes me as high as clouds, if not higher. He places a hand beneath my left leg and lifts it off the floor.

 

Oh! Oh fuck! Just what did he touch within me?!

 

I squeeze my eyes shut. I can’t take it anymore. This pleasure…this feeling so good…it shouldn’t be legal or allowed. It just shouldn’t! I can feel his sleek skin against mine as we move even faster. His hand moves to my neglected cock and he begins to stroke in tandem to our movements.

 

Ah! Yes! Yes!! This…this is what I’ve been waiting for! Is it wrong for me to want him to move faster? To go deeper? To make me want to scream so loud that the entire fucking world hears just how mind blowing this is?

 

He wraps an arm around my waist and pushes me upright causing me to lean against him. My neck arches as I feel his lips hungrily sucking on the skin of my neck.

 

“Heero,” he whispers thickly. “My Heero…ah…ah…I love you…”

 

And just like that, with those words ringing dully in my mind, my whole world comes crashing down in a kaleidoscope of colors so vibrant that when it slowly fades into black…I willingly allow myself to fall with no care at all.

 

 

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Sometime Later:

 

I open up my eyes slowly, blinking through my glazed vision at the ticking clock above me. How long have I been unconscious? I can’t be sure. But if the last flicker of sunlight and dark shadows in the room is any indication, I’m guessing it must be for a few minutes at least.

 

Something warm moves behind me and I flush in embarrassment and…yes, giddy pleasure at the feel of Duo’s arms around my waist. The cool floor beneath our naked bodies tells of just what must have taken place.

 

It had happened so damn fast. Duo’s words had been the final straw for me and I remember exploding so hard that I ended up passing out. I think Duo must have come at the same time, although I vaguely remember it. I do, however, feel something warm and rather wet under my hip and I have a notion that it might be Duo’s used protection. It could only mean that he had come after all and for some reason, that makes me feel incredibly pleased. I eye the looming desk above us, noticing the stains of our coupling upon it with yet another flush of color.

 

Mr. Janitor is going to have a field day trying to explain how those got there if we don’t clean it up fast. But I really don’t feel like moving right now. My body’s still trying to recover from Duo’s assault (thankfully my bounds had been removed and my jaw doesn’t ache so much anymore) and I’m not even sure I wish for it to be recovered. I want to savor this moment for as long as I can. Who knows when we’ll get a chance to be this intimate again? I turn gently within his arms to face him. He’s already fast asleep, his features looking almost babyish and…what’s that word Relena likes to use?

 

Yes…adorable.

 

His bangs lie in a damp mass upon his forehead as I reach out to brush it aside gently. I watch his lips mumble something and I marvel at how soft, swollen and pink they are. Smiling softly, I wrap an arm around his waist, my hand sliding down to his tattoo to caress it gently. I know what the words say now as I rest my forehead against his and close my eyes, willing myself to fall asleep with him.

 

Eternally yours.

 

Call me a hopeless romantic (although, I’m likely to deny it vehemently if you ever do) but I sincerely hope the sentiment remains for a long, long time.

 

No matter how far apart we are bound to be.

 

 

~End Period Eighteen~