Archivist's note: This is a sequel to Smells Good.

Kyle looked at Duo with innocent, blue eyes. "Yes, boss?"

Duo wrinkled his nose. "New after shave?"

Kyle blushed and looked uncertain. "Uh, yeah.... do you.... like it?"

Duo glared. "Heero said something, didn't he?"

"Sir?" Kyle tried his best to look clueless and failed.

"I'm going to forget this happened, Kyle," Duo told him between gritted teeth. "Leave. Now."

As Kyle scrambled to get out of Duo's office, Duo punched the vid phone. A distracted Heero appeared.

"Duo?"

"You told them, didn't you?" Duo snarled.

Heero went red and then stammered. "I-I'm sorry, Duo. I just wanted them to know how wonderful you were --"

"Bullshit!" Duo barked back. "You bragged!"

Heero was silent, trying to formulate a plausible, verbal, escape.

"You were so good," Heero finally replied, his voice turning sensual and his eyes almost glowing with warmth. "So very hot. I couldn't help myself. I had to tell someone how lucky I was."

Duo cocked his head. "Lucky?"

"Very lucky," Heero replied. "More than I deserve."

"You got that right!" Duo snarled." And it may be the last time you get lucky if you don't make this up to me!"

Heero leaned close to the vid screen, staring at Duo through the lens. "Sorry... I really am sorry, Duo. Love me?"

Duo blinked surprised. "Wha--?" he floundered and then recovered enough to ask softly, "Do you... love me?"

Heero's eyes grew even more intense. "Yes."

"Not just saying that to... get out of trouble?" Duo wondered suspiciously.

"No," Heero replied, very serious.

"Then... I guess... I do kind of... love you... asshole," Duo said, but then poked his finger at the screen. "But that still doesn't let you off the hook!"

He turned off the vid with a vicious punch and then almost swore when Peterson came into his office with a report disc. As the man leaned in to hand it to Duo, Duo smelled very expensive cologne.

"In your dreams!" Duo swore as he tossed the disc back in the man's embarrassed face.