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"Gravity and Oxygen"Written By: Miss Murdered Disclaimer: I don't own the GW characters - am
just borrowing to torment for my amusement Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Swearing, Implied relationships, Blood
and Injury, Angst, Fluff Pairings: 1x2 Summary: A series of vignettes of Heero and Duo navigating post-war life together. Notes: Inspired by the song Follow You by Bring
Me the Horizon and a set of OTP prompts I found. "Gravity and Oxygen"
Chapter 6: Old Together The moment of euphoria was accompanied by Heero lips on his neck, their position of Heero leaning up against the headboard of the bed with Duo in his lap allowing for him to nip and lick and kiss as Duo had slowly and steadily moved. They hadn’t been in any hurry, the late afternoon light streaming through the window as they took their time like they so rarely did. Yet the high was started fading and Duo realised a few things at once. That his muscles in his thighs and back and neck hurt. And he didn’t know if he could move from his current position without causing more pain. “‘Ro…I don’t think I can move...I think I might have cramp or something…” Heero chuckled. “No, I’m serious, I don’t know if I can move.” “Really?” “Seriously.” Heero snorted, amused by Duo’s predicament yet he realised the severity when the slight movement he made underneath caused a wince of pain. “If I move this way, you move that way and you can lie down,” Heero said, his voice husky from their previous activities yet also deadly serious. It would’ve been hilarious if Duo wasn’t in pain. With a slight bit of wriggling and some twinges, they managed to separate and Duo lay on the bed flat, staring at the ceiling as Heero left the bedroom, picking up a pair of pyjama pants on the way to Duo’s disappointment. He still enjoyed the image of Heero’s ass as he walked away. Maybe they had been a bit ambitious. Heero had been stabbed in the thigh on a mission only a few weeks ago and the wound was still scarring so they had opted for that position without thinking about Duo’s back and neck from the explosion two… or was it three months ago? Or maybe they were just getting old. Duo chuckled as he stared up at the ceiling. They were technically getting older. Though he supposed mid-thirties was nothing. Yet maybe a longer sex session when their bodies were still recovering from recent injuries was not the best idea. It wasn’t like they were younger - bodies infused with experimental drugs and adrenalin. “Something funny?” Heero asked as he returned, a glass of water and some painkillers with him, placing them on the nightstand before he rejoined him on the bed. “Yeah, that I’m getting old and useless.” “Not useless… that was…” Heero’s eyes were slightly glazed and Duo smirked. “Did I rock your world?” “Stop talking like a teenager… old man.” Duo response was a badly aimed elbow which hit Heero’s thigh wound which in turn caused him to wince. “Oh shit…I’m sorry…” Heero grunted and rubbed at the wound through the plaid pyjamas as Duo took the painkillers gratefully and dressed in his discarded t-shirt and shorts before sitting next to Heero leaning against the soft grey headboard of their bed. “Guess this is just our life, huh?” Heero “hmm’d” in response. “Too many injuries… getting older… who’d have thunk it?” Duo heard Heero’s soft breathing and realised that Heero had fallen asleep as he spoke. Yeah, who would have believed they would’ve lived to reach this - to be covered in scars, new and old and fall asleep together on an afternoon where they had nothing else to do. Yet they had. And so Duo lay his head on Heero’s shoulder and let his own eyes drift, the pain shifting as the painkillers did their work and he relaxed into a thoughtless nap with the guy he loved. |
