He leaves every Friday night, no matter what. The only things that seem to prevent him from going are missions. Otherwise, he's gone. It's like clockwork. Around nine o'clock he gets in the shower. God knows what he does in there, for he doesn't come out till around ten, fully dressed and ready to go.

The odd thing is that he doesn't leave right away. He remains in our room for about fifteen more minutes, parading himself in those tight leather pants or those low rise jeans that show just enough of his stomach to make my eyes linger a little too long.

I think he's noticed.

Not that he can call me on it. He does it twice as often. Like when I'm just out of the shower with a towel around my waist, or when I'm out working on my Gundam with my shirt off. His eyes linger, too.

No. He's not obvious about it, but I'm not blind either.

I think he thinks I am. I think that's why I get these little shows every Friday night before he goes out, to see if I'm looking; to see if I'm paying attention to what he's wearing, where he's going, what he's doing.

Well, I am. I've been paying very close attention.

I've seen what he's wearing. It's always something tight and black, something that shows off his body to the fullest degree possible. I'm not sure where he gets them, since shopping isn't high on our to do list between battles, but I know he has them purely for nights like these. Tonight it was the sleeveless mesh shirt with the vinyl pants that cling to every curve of his body. I couldn't keep my eyes off him, especially his ass.

I know where he's going. Oh, not the exact place, though that wouldn't be too difficult to find out. It's always a club; no matter where we're staying, he always seems to find one in the area. I think he goes to lose himself, to forget about the wars for just a few hours, to act like a normal teenager. At least, that's why I would go, if I ever did something like that. Still, I don't think we'll ever fit into that category, war or not.

And I know what he's doing. He goes dancing, goes to move with dozens of people to the beat of the music, imitating the act that he comes home reeking of, whether he does it or not. I don't think he does it though.

Not that I think he's innocent, but he believes that it's something for lovers, not for complete strangers. There needs to be a relationship, otherwise you're just using them for sex.

See, I do listen to his endless babbling.

I know he says alot more than he would if he knew I was listening. But I needed that. I needed to make sure that he's really flirting with me, not just talking the way he does to the others. I needed to make sure that the looks are for me and no-one else. I needed to make sure that it was my name he was moaning in his dreams.

It is...

Tonight I'm going to do something about it.

I've been thinking about this for a while now. Till now, we've just been friends. Close friends, closer to each other than we are to anyone else, but still just friends. There's a fine line between friends and lovers and neither one of us has been willing to cross it. So now I want him to know that I'm interested, that I want him just as much as he wants me, that I want to move our relationship up to a more... intimate level.

The problem is that I don't know how to go about it. I've tried telling him.... I'm not that great with words. I just can't do it, openly flirt the way he can, at least not verbally. So I've tried making advances instead, but that doesn't work either. I always back out at the last minute. There have been times that I've had the perfect opportunity to kiss him, the perfect moment, and I always miss it. I end up arguing with myself for so long that the moment passes.

Well, tonight I'm not going to give myself a chance to back out. The situation calls for desperate measures and I'm willing to go through with them.

Stretching, I log off the computer, leaving it on as I turn off the lights. He hates it when I leave it open at night because it lights up the room with an eerie blue glow, but I want to make sure he can see when he gets home. I know it'll be late and he's always courteous enough not to turn the lights on, but it is critical that he can see me when he gets home.

He also knows not to touch my laptop. I admit it. I'm obsessively anal about the stupid machine, but we all have our quirks, right?

So now, in the dimly lit room, I strip down to nothing, laying down on my bed without a thing on my body. I've done this before, but if you give me an hour, I'll start to doubt myself and will end up putting my shorts back on. I have a plan, though.

The first thing is to cure my insomnia because I know that laying nude like this, waiting for Duo to return, I won't fall asleep. The anticipation will be too great and it will give me too much time to worry. Reaching into the bedside drawer, I pull out a sleeping pill. It'll only last for a few hours, but that's all I need. I've used these before, so I know they'll work, unlike most other medications. Oh, the perks of being a Gundam pilot...

Pulling a box out from under the bed, I remove the two items critical to the final step of my plan. I set a small key on his bed, tied with a bright yellow ribbon, so he won't miss it or lose it, even with the room mostly dark. See? I have put alot of thought into this. It's all I've been doing in my spare time lately: thinking. Now I'm finally acting and I'm on the verge of being a nervous wreck. Hurrying, I return to my own bed and lay back, the second item on my stomach, the metal cold on my skin.

This time I won't back out.

Lifting my hands above my head, I handcuff my hands to the headboard and wait for sleep to hit me.

I stir as I hear the door shut, the lock clicking into place. I don't immediately remember the situation I've put myself in... until I try to lower my arms.

There is a brief moment of panic before I gain control of my breathing, my heart still pounding in my chest. It seems so loud that I'm sure he can hear it, hammering away as I feign sleep. I don't dare open my eyes, I want him to decide how to handle this and I know that if he knew I was awake, he would handle it differently. The anticipation is killing me, just waiting here like this. I just wish I could see his face the moment he finds me, half hard and waiting for him.

Instead, I just sit and listen, trying to pin point each noise with the action that produced it. There is a clank of metal against wood as he sets the keys on the nightstand, the shuffling at his feet as he removes his shoes. Then I hear soft movements about his body, a rustling that I can't discern until I hear the zipper being lowered.

Gods... that means he's undressed now; standing across the room from me in whatever was under those tight leather pants...

I feel my cock stir at that thought. There is a large chance that Duo is now nude, that he hadn't worn anything underneath. I try to think of something else, something that will make my arousal go down, but my mind keeps straying back to what he might look like right now. Is he in those black silk boxers that he's always prancing around in? Or maybe the red boxer-briefs that he sometimes favors? Does he wear anything at all?

Before I get a chance to ponder why I know so much about Duo's underwear, I hear myself utter a small moan, breaking the silence of the room. Squeezing my eyes shut, I hold my breath, waiting for something to happen. There is a sharp intake of breath as I feel eyes on me, scanning my body from head to toe. It feels like forever as I wait for a reaction, but the room seems perfectly silent with the exception of my breathing, which I'm having a hard time controling. Then I feel the bed dip beside me and my body rolls a little to the side, brushing warm skin.

"Heero..." he whispers and I immediatly notice how close he sounds. Still, when his hand touches my cheek, I automatically flinch, then cover it by leaning into the touch. I allow my eyes to open slowly as the rough pad of his thumb brushes across my bottom lip, but then he's there and he's kissing me and I can hardly think to do anything but return it.

My body arches up into his as he moves to settle between my legs, one arm sliding behind my back, the other cradling my head, supporting me as he deepens the kiss. I want to wrap my arms around him, to run my fingers through his hair, over his body. I want to touch him and...

And I suddenly realize the biggest flaw in my plan.

My voice is soft and whispered between kisses, but it's clear I'm begging. I'd be embarassed if I wasn't so frusterated. "Let me... touch you... The keyyyy..." And now it's not only his hands on him, it's his whole body, rubbing against me, grinding his hips into mine. My arousal slides against his with every thrust and we rock together, building in speed as I wrap my legs around his hips. It's enough to make my words melt into moans, now incoherent as they fall from my lips. I can picture perfectly the wicked smile on his face as he nibbles down my neck. "Later..."

I'd argue, but I'm too far gone to care.

Together the passion builds up between us, and together we fall. I shudder and gasp as my climax hits me hard, pouring out onto my stomach as my voice drops to a low moan that resembles my lovers name. Duo holds me tighter and his tongue dips into my mouth as he slides against me, slickened by the warm wetness between us. He whimpers softly and I kiss him deeper as he comes, his hips still pumping, but slowing into smaller, softer thrusts.

It catches me off guard when my hands fall free. I didn't realize how much a daze I was in, laying with him in the afterglow. Immediatly, I wrap my arms around him and he laughs softly.

"There are easier ways to get my attention..."

"Mmm..." I don't care, as long as it got me here, in his arms. He kisses me tenderly and we roll onto our sides, facing each other as our legs intertwine. I'm halfway asleep before I think of a response, cuddling up to him as he pulls the covers over us.

"But this was a lot more fun..."