Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Gundam Wing character and I'm not making a profit by writing this. This is purely for pleasure!

Warnings: Language, yaoi, eventual lemon, angst, attempted suicide, silliness

Authors note: Just so you know, there is SEX in this chapter, so all the kiddes need to be aware of that. If you don't want to read about m/m sex, don't read this!

This fic completely disregards Endless Waltz.

Chapter 2: I love it when you do that

Duo's POV

Heero was out of the car and into the house so fast that he literally blurred. After hiding the newly acquired Christmas presents in the garage, I grabbed little Shinigami and the bags of kitty stuff and followed him inside.

I found the other pilots eating lunch in the kitchen, but Heero was nowhere in site. I figured he was probably glued to his laptop by now, needing the comfort of his machine after being around so many people.

"Hey, guys," I said cheerfully as I entered the kitchen and sat the shopping bags down. "Meet the newest member of the family. I've decided to call him Shinigami. Isn't he cute?" I held up the squirming kitten for them to see.

"Oh, Duo, he's adorable!" Quatre gushed, taking the kitten from me and nuzzling it. "Where'd you get it?"

"I found it in a cardboard box outside the mall. I couldn't just leave the poor thing there-everyone deserves a home during Christmas-and Heero said it was okay, so I brought him home!"

"Speaking of Heero," Quatre said, "he sped through here pretty fast. What happened?"

"Oh that. I think bringing Heero to the mall wasn't one of my best ideas."

Wufei snorted. "We could've told you that if you hadn't sped out of here so fast this morning!"

"Heero didn't attack anyone again, did he?" Quatre asked in a concerned voice, still holding the kitten, which seemed to have calmed down in his arms.

"No, and he only threatened to kill a couple of people," I reassured them.

Wufei cocked an eyebrow at me and asked skeptically, "Only a couple?"

"Welllllll . . ." I said sheepishly, "it was more like fifty-four . . ." I smirked. " . . . and I think that Santa is giving Heero coal for Christmas."

Everyone was looking at me curiously now. I even had Trowa's attention.

"Maxwell, what happened," Wufei demanded.

"Well, there was this guy dressed up as Santa giving out candy canes and when he tried to give one to Heero, he told him exactly where he could put them . . . it wasn't a pretty sight. Heero was already pissed off because some guy had spilt coffee on him."

"Well, that sounds like the Yuy we know," Wufei said.

"Oh no, he didn't, did he?" Quatre asked. "That wasn't very nice."

Trowa was laughing quietly behind him.

"Oh yes he did. It was hilarious watching Santa turn as read as his suit! Anyways, I should probably get Shinigami settled in. Where do you think I should put the litter box?"

"How 'bout in the washroom?" Quatre suggested. "You know, I think I read somewhere that when you get a new cat, the first thing you should do is put them in their litter box and let them explore their new house from there. That way then know how to get back to the litter box if they need to use it."

"Sounds like a plan to me," I said.

It didn't take very long to set up the litter box and food. Realizing that Shinigami would be busy exploring, I informed the others that I was going to take a shower before dinner and then retreated to the room I shared with Heero.

Upon entering, I found Heero glued to his computer, just like I predicted. I informed him I was going to take a shower and wasn't surprised when he didn't respond. We'd only been together fro three weeks after all and old habits die hard. It would take awhile before I could train that unsociable trait out of him. Our room hadn't changed too much since we'd been together. There were still two twin beds, but now we both slept in Heero's and my old one was lost under my pile of dirty clothes.

Undressing quickly, I threw my clothes on top of the mountain, leaving me naked save for the white cross around my neck. Father Maxwell had given it to me as a Christmas present the first year I spent at Maxwell Church. Soon after that, Solo and I had carver our initials into the painted wood and I now wore marked side next to my skin and close to my heart. The fire took bother of them and it was the only thing I had of either of them. I absolutely never took it off. Not when I showed. Not when I fucked. Never.

I ran the shower and after the water was the right temperature, I got in and enjoyed the feeling of the hot water gliding over my skin. I stood there for several minutes until hand unraveling my braid broke me from the thrall. I realized that Heero had joined me and I moaned in contentment when he started to work shampoo into my long tresses, starting with my scalp and working it until the wet mass was completely lathered. Leaning against Heero's nude, muscular frame, I let him take complete control. I heard rather than saw him unhook the showerhead and move it until it hovered over my head, the water beating gently against my head as it washed away the suds. Even though my eyes were clothes, Heero was careful never to get any in my eyes.

I was in pure heaven.

I moaned again, lower this time, as he repeated the process with the conditioner. His strong, yet surprisingly gentle hands were making my knees turn to mush while hardening other parts of me. Heero finally had to wrap one arm around me to keep me from falling.

God, only Heero could make me hard just by washing my hair, I though to myself in bliss.

"Mmmmmm . . . I love it when you do that . . ."

"I know." I got the strong impression he was smirking at me.

When he finished, I turned around in his embrace so that I could see his face. One arm settled comfortably across his shoulders while the other one strayed downward to cup his half hard cock. It looked like I wasn't the only one turned on.

I stepped forward, backing Heero up until he hit the wall behind him. Once he was in a position where he wouldn't fall, I started to stoke him to fullness. I squeezed gently, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the striking Gundam pilot before me. His breathing was coming faster now, his head thrown back against the tiled wall behind him. His right hand was splayed flat beside him, his knuckles white as he fought to get a grip on the slick wall. His other hand was wrapped tightly in the shower curtain. I watched as muscles rippled across his torso in an effort to stay in control, to not lose it completely. In a word, he was beautiful.

I doubled my efforts, roughening my strokes and quickening the speed of my hand, determined to make him lose the control he fought for.

I love a challenge.

A whine escaped his throat. Small at first, barely heard of the hiss of the shower. Then louder, growing towards a keening pitch as he neared his climax. I watched as he bit his lip in a futile attempt to keep in the sound.

Deciding further measures needed to be taken, I dropped to my knees in front of him and in one swift movement I replaced my hand with my mouth. He screamed at the unexpected sensation, and inwardly I grinned at the reaction. It never failed to amuse me at how sensitive he was. How well he reacted when I broke through his precious control.

His hands abandoned their posts, instead burying themselves deep in my hair and tightening their grip until I could only move a couple of inches forward and back. I didn't really mind though. Heero may have thought he was in control, but I knew the truth. He acknowledged his need for me to continue by his gesture. It was a weakness within him that made it so that he couldn't stop me even if he wanted to.

I pulled back slightly to lick at the swollen head, swirling my tongue around it as if it were a candy cane I was trying to devour. He moaned and twitched underneath me as I removed him completely from my mouth and ran my tongue down the length of the vein that ran down the underside of his dick. I attached my lips to the base and sucked on the throbbing vessel, before moving my way slowly to the top again.

Dipping my tongue into the slit at the top, I liked at the bead of pre-cum before swallowing him whole once more. His once gentle hands tightened even more in my hair and I felt his hips thrust forward. The sudden movement surprised me and I quickly relaxed my throat as I felt him hit the back of it. I knew he was close then. His body was trembling with need, his hips thrusting continuously in an effort to bring himself off. I could hear him moaning my name above me, begging me for the release he craved.

I obliged him, knowing exactly what to do to fulfill his request. Reaching around him, I trailed a finger lightly through his crack and felt him shiver with need. Finding his entrance, I pushed one wet finger in. I heard Heero moan my name again as he pushed back on the digit, impaling himself deeper.

"Please. Just do it. Oh God, please!" I heard him begging from above. I stroked him once and he bucked against me, caught between wanting to plunge deeper into my warm, we mouth or push my finger even deeper inside him.

In the end, I made the choice for him. Pushing my finger in deep, I searched until I found his sweet spot and stroked it, sending him a jolt of pleasure that made him scream and arch into my mouth as he climaxed. I swallowed it, waiting until his trembling body went slack against the wall and his orgasm ebbed away.

His hands detangled themselves from my hair and I pulled back, him limp cock falling from my mouth. Wiping my mouth off with the back of my hand, I stood up. He was exactly as before, head thrown back, eyes closed, hair plastered against his forehead with a mixture of water and sweat. His mouth, however, was turned up in a satisfied smirk.

"Mmmmmm . . ." he said when he finally looked at me. "I love it when you do that."

I smiled back. "I know."