untitled Sad Fic

Heero looked down at Duo. He stroked Duo's hair, caressing the braid that was 
draped over his shoulder so that it could be seen.

"I love you." Heero told him. "I always will."

There was no response to these words, nor to the tender kiss Heero planted upon 
Duo's lips.

Then, Heero stepped back from the coffin, a tear trickling down his cheek as he 
recalled the moment of Duo's death.. 

****

It had been Christmas Eve and all five pilots had been very jubilant as they 
looked forward to spending the holiday together

Wufei and Trowa had been making cookies in the kitchen, including a series of 
gingerbread men, one of which was decorated with an open mouth and a braid (to 
represent Duo).

The real Duo, in the meantime, had been busy hanging the remaining few 
decorations with Heero.

He had been reaching up to hang the end of a "HAPPY HOLIDAYS!" banner when the 
stepladder he was standing on overbalanced and toppled over.

Duo had fallen with a stunned cry, and Heero dove to catch him, managing to do 
so just in time.

"My love!" Duo had exclaimed, throwing his arms around Heero.

"Are you okay?" Heero had asked Duo, concernedly.

"I'm in your arms." Duo had smiled, "How could I not be okay?"

They had heard a noise and had turned to Quatre, who had cleared his throat.

Quatre was pointing at the sprig of mistletoe on the ceiling above Duo and Heero.

Duo grinned, hugged Heero tightly, and gave him a long, deep kiss, slipping his 
tongue into Heero's mouth, and giving a delighted moan when Heero responded to 
the kiss. 

"Excuse us." Heero said, politely, as he carried Duo out of the living room and 
in the direction of his bedroom.

Quatre gave a knowing chuckle and proceeded to fix up the rest of the 
decorations.

"You know," Duo had told Heero, as they removed each other's clothes, "this is 
gonna be the best Christmas we ever had together. I promise! Just you wait and 
see."

"I'm sure you're right." Heero had replied as he lowered Duo onto bed. He wished 
Duo would stop yapping. He'd grinned as he came up with the perfect solution to 
the problem.

"We're gonna have a wonderful holiday and.. MMPH!"

Heero had grinned at Duo, who's mouth was now full of Heero's cock.

Duo had blinked in surprise a couple times, rather endearingly Heero thought. 
Then he had begun nursing Heero's cock as if he were a starving kitten.

Heero had moaned with delight and shifted himself into a classic sixty-nine 
position, taking Duo's cock into his own mouth. He smiled inwardly as he heard 
Duo's moan of pleasure.

The two pilots had sucked and bobbed voraciously at each other's cocks, each 
determined to make the other come first. Both had held back their orgasms as 
long as they could, and both came simultaneously.

"That was wonderful." Duo had sighed, flinching away when Heero tried to push a 
finger into him.

"I wish you'd let me make love to you." Heero had also sighed as he caressed Duo's 
cock, lovingly. "So far all we've done is sixty-nine each other."

"I will when I'm ready." Duo had promised as he sat up and pulled his clothes on. 
"Come on, let's get back to our chores."

Heero sighed. He'd pulled his own clothes on and followed Duo into the living 
room.

"How'd it go?" Quatre had grinned.

"He's still a virgin." Heero had shrugged. 

"Sixty-nine again?" Quatre had rolled his eyes.

Duo had blushed for a moment, then had broken out into laughter for no apparent 
reason.

"What?" Heero had asked.

"I'm just happy." Duo had beamed. 


Duo and Heero had been in the middle of another feeding frenzy, sexually 
speaking, when Duo pulled his mouth off of Heero's painfully erect shaft.

"DUO!" Heero had moaned in protest. His protest turned to delight, however, when 
Duo moved himself into so that they were face to face.

"Take me." Duo had whispered, against Heero's lips.

Heero had reached over and dipped two fingers into the small tub of Vaseline on 
the night stand. (he'd been keeping it there just in case) then had pushed his 
fingers into Duo, moving them around inside him until Duo was relaxed and ready.

Duo had looked back at Heero impatiently, then gave a gasp of delight as Heero's 
cock had penetrated him. He'd thrust back to meet every thrust of Heero's cock

Heero hadn't known when it happened, but at some point during their lovemaking, 
he'd torn Duo. Just once. Unfortunately in doing so he'd severed an artery.

Duo must have felt it, but he hadn't complained. On the contrary, he'd gone on 
thrusting back at Heero, crying out in pleasure as they both came.

"Merry Christmas, Heero." Duo had yawned, sleepily. "I hope you liked your 
present."

"I loved it." Heero had whispered. "And I love you."

Duo had snuggled against Heero, and had drifted off to sleep, both of them 
unaware that Duo was bleeding to death.

*****

"I'm sorry." Heero whispered to the lifeless body of his friend and lover. He 
turned from the coffin and walked back over to the other pilots.

Quatre drew Heero into his arms and kissed his forehead, soothingly. Then he led 
him back over to where the other pilots were all standing around, talking.

"I know you all probably hate me." Heero told them. "After all, I killed Duo..."

"It was an accident." Trowa replied. "None of us hate you."

"Duo's death was tragic," Wufei agreed, "but it wasn't your fault. And none of 
us blame you."

Heero took a deep breath. It would take a long time for him to heal, he realized. 

-----Owari-----