Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is the property of Sotsu Agency/Sunrise - no profit was made in the typing of this text piece.

Pairing: 1x2x1
Rating: PG-13
Contents/Warnings: Shounen Ai/Yaoi, sap
Word Count: 500

AN: Written for [ gw500 ] challenge #33 - 'distraction'

by kebzero

The room turned steadily brighter, and the soft touch of bare feet to the floor and an unidentified jingle brought Duo out of his slumber. He turned over on his back, yawned, blinked dreary eyes to adjust to the light. The bed slumped, and Heero leant into his field of view, giving him a lopsided smile. "Good morning, Duo."

Duo noticed the raised breakfast tray Heero had put down on the bed; a small table placed across his hips. Then there was the full-length apron Heero was wearing. Thanks to some quick stitchwork it now carried the proud statement 'shag the chef' in big, bold letters across the chest pocket. Duo grinned. Other than his underwear the apron was also all that Heero was wearing. "Mornin'," Duo mumbled as he rubbed his eyes. He scooted up on his elbows, then proceeded to sit upright. He studied the brimming tray. Heero had prepared quite the assortment, most of which ranked high on the Duo food scale - though many could not be said to be typical breakfast items. The cup of black coffee was an exception. He took a sip of it. "So, what's the occasion?"

Heero shrugged, went for the single knot at his back. "Do we need one?"

Chuckle. "I suppose not..."

The knot came loose with a gentle tug, and as Heero leant in to deliver a kiss, the apron hung precariously from the noose around his neck. He rolled over on his side, reached for Duo's cheek, trailed a fingertip along his jaw, over the chin, then down the bare chest and stomach, lingering at the waistband of Duo's boxers. "You eat first. I'll... eat later..." He slid the fingers up, and drew lazy circles around Duo's nipple. "Or maybe I'll have a nibble first - an appetizer..."

Despite enjoying the moment, Duo sighed, pushed the raised tray away and took a hold of Heero's wandering hand, kissing the back of it. "Look... I appreciate all this, 'ro, I really do, but... you can't make me forget what day it is this easily..."

Heero's hand went limp, and the slight smirk on his face vanished. He scooted closer, put his arms around Duo's neck, pulling him down - first to kiss him on the cheek, then hug Duo's head against his chest, slowly caressing backside and neck.

Duo reached around Heero's waist, fairly content. He touched his lips to Heero's chest. "Thanks..."

Slow nod. "It's been sixteen years..."

Drawn out sigh. "I know... Some things, you can never forget. I don't want to forget either, Heero. I need to remember the church... The meaningless deaths. Remember their names, their faces... Sister Helen's hugs, Father Maxwell's words of wisdom... If I don't remember, who will?"

Lips touched the top of his head. "I don't like to see you sad, Duo."

Duo smiled and ground his cheek against Heero's chest. "I know... but as long as you're here with me, it's okay..."

Within their embrace, the morning passed away.


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