Duo didn't flinch. He didn't say a word, he didn't have to. He just held the skirt in one hand and gave Heero a cocky smile.

"No." There was no way. No way. This was a line he wasn't crossing. There were things Gundam pilots simply didn't do, no matter what, and this was one of them. No. No way.

Duo's smile widened.

Fuck.

With a grumble, Heero snatched the skirt from Duo's hand. He took off his pants and then Duo said, "Boxers too," and Heero did.

He would rather stay like this, stripped from the waist down, but no, he had to fall in love with Duo, had to come to cherish Duo's smile more than anything, and this would make him smile. With a hard swallow, Heero put on the skirt, smoothing the wrinkles carefully. He raised his head and met Duo's eyes.

And there was that smile.

Heero turned around, and when he met Duo's eyes again, he was smiling too.

Duo pushed Heero against the wall and moved his hand up the skirt, grabbing Heero's cock and stroking it lovingly.

"That's what I love about skirt," Duo said. "Easy access."

Heero pushed into Duo and met Duo's smile. That was something he couldn't deny.