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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"
Of course, he’d covered over some of them. Or the tattoos insected around some of them. Patterns of predominantly black ink covering his torso, his back, his arms. People thought they all had meaning. Some of them did. Duo replacing the old priest collar with a cross, and a scythe mixed in among some black roses but they all didn’t have a deep meaning. Some were just aesthetically pleasing. Sometimes it was just a way of getting out of his own goddamn head - those hours of repetitive pain making him escape whatever feeling of existential dread was currently occupying his mind. Heero had scars. Not as many. Not as many as he should have earned in a youth of jumping out of windows and blowing himself up. The drugs that Dr. J had injected had certainly done wonders - his rapid healing making those wartime injuries heal easily and without leaving a trace. He remembered vividly that boy strapped to a gurney, gunshot wounds healing almost before his eyes. In the mirror Duo traced the latest wound, still healing, on his stomach and tried not to wince at the memory. He was getting slower, the guy should not have got the jump on him and he remembered the feeling too damn well of the blade sinking into his skin. As he looked at it in the mirror, Duo wondered whether it was time to retire from active fieldwork. He’d been too damn lucky his entire life, he had lived while those around him died but now it felt like he was one failed Prev mission from a wound he wouldn’t heal from. “You okay?” Duo jumped at the voice. He hadn’t heard Heero enter the bathroom and hadn’t realised he was being observed as he looked in the mirror and poked at the newest scar. “Jesus, ‘Ro! You should wear a bell around your goddamn neck! I coulda had a heart attack…” “I shouted you,” Heero replied, “I feel that was adequate warning.” Duo frowned. He really must’ve been out of it to not hear Heero shout. It was clear that Heero was about to leave for work and Duo had completely zoned out. “I…” Duo began and then shrugged, “I guess I didn’t hear you. I was out of it.” “You want to talk about it?” “I guess I’m wondering if this is a warning… I’m wondering whether it’s time to retire.” There was a short intake of breath and a slight widening of eyes that indicated Heero’s surprise. They’d never had that conversation, never really discussed what they’d do when there was no Preventer, when they left saving the world for other people but Duo knew as soon as he said it out loud it was the right thing. “I was lucky, ‘Ro. A coupla inches this was or that way… It’s always been like that and it’s always going to be like that until it’s the coupla inches the wrong way, you know?” Heero nodded and reached to touch the latest scar, his fingertips gentle on Duo’s skin where it was healing. “I know. We’ll write a resignation letter.” “This is me, ‘Ro, you can keep going or whatever. It’s just….” “No. You’re right. An inch either way…” There was a look in Heero’s eyes that indicated to Duo he was thinking something that was dark or troubling and Duo knew what it was. It probably involved a hospital bed and Duo close to death. “Earth to Heero.” Heero blinked then and looked up. “Sorry I just…” “We’ve both kinda out of it today, huh?” “I guess so,” Heero replied with a shrug. “Skip work.” “Huh?” “It’s just an office day, right?” Heero nodded. “Skip work. Come back to bed. What can they do now, huh? Fire you?” “Tempting but -” Duo never found out the “but” as he pressed forward using surprise as an advantage. The kiss surprised Heero, as did the way he ground his hips into Heero’s, as did the way he fisted the front of Heero’s neatly ironed shirt and pulled it up so his hands could roam over scarred skin. Heero didn’t push away, responded, pushing back and threading his hand through the hair at the back of Duo’s head. Heero groaned into the kiss as Duo’s hands roamed and Duo nipped at Heero's bottom lip with his teeth. As he trailed kisses down Heero’s neck and palmed at the front of Heero’s Preventer trousers, Duo whispered against Heero’s skin. “Staying?” “Screw it,” Heero replied. “More like screw me .” The response to his attempt at humour was an even fiercer kiss and Duo smirked as he helped to remove Heero’s uniform, the symbolism of their dedication, of their careers and left it abandoned across the floor. And naked together, they were starting something new together. Together. As it always would be.
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