Duo would've sacrificed a chicken to the laptop gods if it meant he'd never had to see that man again. Unfortunately for him, he didn't have a live chicken at his disposal and eating a chicken salad sandwich for the laptop gods didn't quite cut it.

"Baby please," Duo begged, petting the top of the screen and trying to turn it on for the third time. "I promise not to watch porn on you anymore if you'd just let me back up those pictures."

The screen stared back blankly and Duo thought he might actually cry. He'd just transferred all the files from his last photo session and started scrolling through them when the system had blue screened and he'd been unable to revive it. He needed at least two of those pictures in four days for the gallery opening, and he still needed to work on them. His agent was going to pitch a fit -- it had taken him over a week to get the shots right.

"I must've pissed off a lot of people in a past life," Duo sighed, closing the screen before rifling through the desk for the tech support number. He didn't have the time to wait for a service call, and he hoped with every fiber of his being that they'd accept bribes.

"Thank you for calling Dell Support, this is Michael, how may I help you?"

"Hi Michael. This is Duo Maxwell and I'm having a problem with my laptop and need to have someone come out."

"Can I have the Express Service Code number located on the bottom of the unit?"

"Sure." Duo carefully turned his laptop over. "31546900187."

"One moment please while I pull up your account." Duo listened to the faint clicking of keys, wondering how many hoops he'd have to jump through before they just sent a damn tech out. "Mr. Maxwell, what can I help you with tonight?"

"My system blue screened and I haven't been able to boot it back up. I can hear something working, but the screen just stays blank."

More clicking and Duo resisted the urge to sigh loudly. He knew what was coming next -- trying to boot up in 'safe mode', attempting to hook it up to an external monitor, sticking pins into the laptop voodoo doll ... The phone call went on for forty-five minutes before Michael relented and finally offered to set up a service call.

"I can have someone there on Thursday --"

"Um, I was hoping you could have someone here tomorrow? I have some extremely important documents I need to access for work, and I sort of needed them yesterday if you know what I mean."

"Let me see what I can do Mr. Maxwell." More clicking. Duo crossed his fingers and made a futile attempt to cross his toes. "I can have someone there tomorrow morning between 8 and 12."

"Thank you so much, Michael. You are a lifesaver." Duo listened to the guy rattle off all the pointless information that was required before he could disconnect the call, but he listened happily. Hell, he'd listen to two hours of Salami Man's exploits if it meant he'd be ready for opening night.

He'd overslept. Throwing himself in the shower, he'd convinced himself that he had enough time -- when were service calls ever on time? Coming between 8am and noon meant that the guy would show up around 1:30, Duo knew the drill.

The doorbell rang at exactly eight o'clock. Duo had managed to step into his jeans and fasten them before the doorbell rang again. Grabbing a towel to squeeze the excess water from his hair, he answered the door bare-chested. He was expecting old, fat and bald. He was expecting salami man. He was not expecting the Dell Tech of the Gods, currently standing on his stoop looking disgruntled. He suddenly wished he'd grabbed a t-shirt.

"I'm sorry for the wait, come in." Duo opened the door wide and ushered the tech inside, trying with every fiber of his being not to stare. Oh laptop gods, thank you. "I slept through the alarm," he added with a sheepish look. The tech just stood there in the foyer, looking at him like he had two heads and not saying a word.

"Uh, let me show you were my set up is." Duo draped the towel over his shoulder and led the tech towards his office at the back of the house. He hesitated a moment in the doorway, suddenly very aware of the current state in the room. Why was it he never saw the mess and clutter until someone else was going to see it? There were at least four dirty coffee cups scattered around the closed laptop, two plates covered in crumbs, and stacks of proofs on every available surface. Of course there were proofs tacked to every available service too, and a few lying on the floor where Duo had fallen asleep the night before. He'd be happy when all the prep work was over, he couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten over four hours of sleep in a row. "Sorry about the mess, I've been working full tilt trying to meet my deadline."

"You're a photographer?" Hearing the tech's voice behind him had caught him slightly off guard. Not only could the silent and gorgeous man speak, but the quality of his voice made goose bumps erupt on his arms. Suddenly he was VERY aware of his shirtless state, as his nipples hardened. If the sound if this guy's voice can do this to me, I've been celibate way too long. Of course it wasn't just the rich timbre, it was the genuine interest he heard. WAY too long, Maxwell.

"Yeah, I'm trying to be anyway." Duo motioned to where the laptop was on his cluttered desk. "If I can't get the pictures off my system I might fail miserably."

"Do you work for a magazine?" The tech spoke without looking up, focusing on the laptop he'd just opened and immediately started working on. His words were quiet, but still held that tone of interest.

"No, although I've done some freelance work here and there. I'm actually having my photos shown in a gallery, this is what I've been working for. It opens Friday night and I need some of the pictures off my laptop if I'm going to be ready." Duo knew he was sharing too much, but he couldn't help it. He'd been thrilled when he'd gotten the offer -- this was what he'd been dreaming of since he'd owned his first camera. There weren't many people he could share his excitement with, and it ended up spilling over onto total strangers.

The tech looked up at him then, eyes so gorgeous he'd momentarily forgotten how to breathe. "I really like what I see."

Before Duo could respond, the tech had turned his attention back to work and immediately started unscrewing the case. His felt himself flush, although he wasn't quite sure why. This guy was making him feel unbalanced. Shirt, get a shirt on. "If you need anything give a holler, if I don't brush my hair before it dries I'll never get all the tangles out."

The tech nodded slightly, and Duo turned and walked out, missing the appreciative look the Dell Tech of the Gods gave him as he headed down the hall. Going into his bedroom, he closed the door and groaned. Smooth move, Maxwell. Why don't you just scream lonely and desperate and get on with it. He grabbed his brush and sat on the end of the bed, still neatly made from the day before and mocking him for falling asleep on the floor in the office. Again. He wasn't even aware of the chore of untangling his hair, as his mind wandered to unpleasant places.

The stress he'd been under lately had been huge, and not having anyone to share it with -- save the bartender on the corner -- had been a bit taxing. He knew he'd been moody and fairly unpleasant lately, but just look what he'd had to contend with. At first he'd gone through six male models trying to get the shots he desired, finally giving up and spending three days straight doing self portraits to get it right. He'd known what he'd wanted, and it could be so incredibly frustrating when he couldn't achieve it. Sure he knew he was temperamental, but he was truly a nice guy ... just don't ask his last two boyfriends.

His hair was braided before he even realized he'd finished untangling it, and he pulled on a clean t-shirt from the stack of laundry he had yet to put away. Already his mind was back on task, visualizing the shots he'd managed to look at before his system crapped out. The first one had been too strained, but he though the next two could work ... Suddenly Duo's heart landed in his throat when he'd remembered what he'd been working on -- what would come up on the screen when the system turned on again. Fuck!

He was just opening the door when he heard the tech call his name. "Mr. Maxwell?"

"Coming," Duo muttered, heading back towards his office. He had no problem with hanging pictures of himself in all his glory, blown up life sized even, in a gallery for the entire world to see, but knowing that the gorgeous Dell Tech of the Gods was going to be seeing it in such an ... intimate setting unnerved him. Focus on the goal buddy boy, you can stress about the little things after Friday night.

Heero had been working for Dell for a month and he hated his job. He hated being forced to be pleasant, to make small talk, to go into people houses. The last was probably the worst! He liked not knowing what went on behind closed doors; he didn't have the smallest bit of curiosity to know what these places looked like on the inside. In the single month he'd been doing this, he'd seen things that made him want to scrub both his eyes and brain with bleach. Houses that should've been condemned, apartments that smelled like cat pee, dirty snot nosed children who asked non-stop questions, and too many lonely housewives who'd hit on him mercilessly. He'd vowed getting up this morning that this would be his last day of house calls and he was giving his notice. He couldn't handle how disgusting humanity could be, he'd much rather work on the phones.

The vow wavered with his first service call of the day. Not that he was superficial, not in the least, but being greeted at the door by a gorgeous guy wearing only jeans, the water from his wet hair dripping down his chest ... his faith in humanity had been moderately restored. As he followed Mr. Maxwell through his tastefully decorated house humanity gained a few more points. The place was far from spotless, but it looked cozy and lived in and smelled faintly of sage beneath the fragrance of the man's shampoo.

It had taken every ounce of self-restraint he had not to let his feelings show on his face. Sure he was a pretty quiet and reserved guy by nature, but once something caught his interest he could be quite open and outgoing. Usually it was painful for him to make small talk, and he usually gave up on the training tips he's received before he started and ignored the clients, worked quickly to get the hell out of there. It actually surprised him when he'd wanted to start up a conversation with the man with the waist length hair.

He hadn't been lying; he did like what he saw in both the photos strewn about the room and in the man. The bulk of the photographs were in black and white, but there were a few color shots sprinkled in to catch the eye. And the man had an eye. The subjects were anything from flowers to machinery to the curve of a woman's neck and all his shots were interesting and evocative. Heero had a genuine interest in Mr. Maxwell's work, and when his praise had elicited the flush across the man's cheeks he realized that he had a genuine interest in the man himself. When Mr. Maxwell excused himself, Heero openly watched his backside as he moved down the hall, not hiding the amusement in his eyes. Maybe the job had its perks?

Heero had brought his attention back to the task at hand, and worked quickly to get the system running so he could define what needed to be repaired. It didn't take long for him to get the screen back up, and when he did he forgot to breathe. There were a series of photos opened on the screen and he took his time looking at them. Black and white shots of a nude man on his knees with his back arched thrusting his chest forward and his head thrown back in an expression of ecstasy. The body was angled to the side and a suggestion of flaccid cock could be seen in the nest of pubic hair, and the muscles in the torso were taut under the skin as the body stretched. It only took a moment for Heero to realize who the subject was as he took in the cascade of wavy dark hair pooling on the floor beneath.

He didn't open any new files, but did look through the few photos that were already open on the desktop, each one a slight variation of the same pose. Before he let his imagination get the better of him, he forced his attention away from the screen and took a deep breath before calling out to the subject of his distraction and got back to work.

He couldn't suppress the small smile that spread on his face when the man walked back in the room, a look of flustered concern on his face. He got right down to business to save the man any embarrassment, although he had to admit that he liked the expression. He liked it a lot.

"I managed to get your system running, Mr. Maxwell, and can assure you it's not the hard drive and all your files are intact. After doing some diagnostics I've assessed that the motherboard will need to be replaced."

"Please call me Duo, I'm not ready to be a Mr. Maxwell yet." Duo smiled, the relief in his expression apparent.

"Heero Yuy." Heero turned in his seat and offered a hand, which was promptly accepted in a warm grip.

"I can't tell you how much I appreciate this, Heero," Duo motioned towards the laptop, a faint color reaching his cheeks when he noticed that the Dell Tech of the Gods had been looking at naked pictures of him. "How much longer before it's fixed?"

"Well, I don't have the part with me," Heero started, but when he saw the immediate disappointment in Duo's eyes he did the last thing he'd ever though he'd do. "Normally I'd be forced to order the part and have you make another appointment, but I understand the need to rush, so I can come back later today with the part and get it working."

"Really?" Duo smiled wide and genuine. "I appreciate you doing that for me, I'm starting to freak out over making my deadline. Can I use the system now that it's up?"

"I wouldn't recommend it, but I'll help you back up your files if you like before I go. Is there another system you can work on in the mean time?"

"Not here, unfortunately, but if you can get mine running tonight then it shouldn't be a problem."

"I have a full schedule of service calls today, so I won't be able to come back until after work. I hope that isn't a problem?"

"Man, I can't let you do this on your own time." Duo shook his head and placed a hand on Heero's shoulder. Heero resisted the urge to look at the hand, and offered a small smile in return.

"I don't mind, really." He turned his attention back to the screen. "You do have a backup hard drive, don't you?"

"Yeah, let me get it for you." Heero listened to Duo rifling through the closet, smiling when the man cursed softly a few times. "I usually back up right after I upload, but the system crashed before I could even think about it. I'm so psyched that you saved my work, it would've been a week's worth down the drain."

Heero took the external hard drive from Duo and connected it. He tilted his head towards the screen in question, trying to sound casual. "Those are self portraits, aren't they?"

"They are." Duo answered, really looking at the pictures on the screen for the first time since he'd entered the room. At first Heero could see the discomfort, but in an instant he could see Duo moving into his groove. "I worked with more models than I'd like to admit and just couldn't convey what I wanted. I figured I'd might as well just do it myself."

"They're ..." Heero was suddenly at a loss for words. He looked at the images and shrugged slightly. "Beautiful."

"Thank you," Duo replied with a grin. "I still need to do some brushing up before they'll be ready to print." He pointed to the screen at a shadow falling across the arched chest. "I didn't get the lighting quite right and need to soften this a bit. When I photograph myself I always do it alone, so it makes getting the shot a bit more difficult."

"Why?" Heero asked before he'd realized it. "I mean, I would think it would be easier if you had an assistant."

Duo shrugged. "I know it seems weird, but I have no trouble with people looking at pictures of me, but it makes me too uncomfortable in person. I'm ... a private guy I guess."

Heero nodded, pleased with that discovery although he couldn't say why. He pushed the seat backwards and stood up, moving aside to pack up his tools. "You can back up your files. I'll make sure the system stays running until you get them all, then I'll come back tonight with the motherboard."

"I feel bad for making you do it on your time. You won't get into trouble will you?"

"Like you said, it's my time. I don't mind." Don't mind at all.

Duo was immensely relieved that nothing had been lost. For the last month he'd done nothing but work on this project. He'd been eating, breathing and sleeping to prepare for the gallery opening, and unless he wanted to drive into the city to work on the photos he was left with nothing to do. He felt lost.

After long minutes literally standing in the middle of his living room not knowing what to do, Duo set to work on all the little things he'd been pushing aside. He cleaned, vacuumed, did laundry and eventually went out long enough to buy ingredients and started cooking. He couldn't remember the last home cooked meal he'd eaten, existing on cereal and take out for far too long.

In no time he'd lost track of everything as his house filled with delicious cooking smells. When the doorbell rang a little after 6 pm he'd actually been surprised that it was night already. Humming along to the music coming from his stereo, he opened the door and greeted Heero with a warm smile.

"I can't tell you how much I appreciate this." He knew he was repeating himself, but he couldn't help it. No one had ever gone out of their way like this for him before and he was thankful. "I hope you'll let me feed you as my way of saying thanks."

Duo noted the startled expression on the man's face, and immediately felt stupid for overstepping his boundaries. But before he could apologize, Heero nodded in acceptance. "It smells great, thank you."

"I don't know what to do with myself if I'm not working, I have to admit that I've gone a little overboard in the kitchen." Duo grinned, taking Heero's coat and hanging it in the hall closet. "I hope you like Italian, the muse of the day."

"Sounds great," Heero picked up his bag and the box that he'd set on the floor when he'd taken off his coat. "Do I have time to fix your laptop before dinner?"

"No, but you'll have time before dessert."

"You made dessert?" Heero raised an eyebrow, grinning slightly.

"I warned you I was a bit manic in the kitchen today." Duo motioned towards his office. "You can put that in the office if you'd like and join me in the kitchen?"

Heero nodded and headed towards the office. As soon as he turned the corner he let his happiness fully escape, grinning like an idiot over how good it felt to be here. He wouldn't admit it, but he'd been preoccupied all day with thoughts of Duo Maxwell and returning here tonight -- wishing that he could summon the courage to ask the man out. The fates must've been smiling on him, because he didn't have to -- Duo had done it for him.

He made his way to the kitchen just as Duo was setting two bottles of wine on the table. Duo looked up and looked genuinely happy to have Heero here and the knot in Heero's stomach loosened. "Red or white?" Duo asked, "Or I have beer, soda, water?"

"Red would be fine, thanks." Heero looked around at the kitchen, the mess contained to the sink and the smell of food making his stomach rumble. "I feel honored to have met such a talented guy -- photographer and chef."

"I wouldn't praise me for my cooking yet, you haven't tasted it." Duo laughed, pouring red wine into two glasses.

"But I can praise you for your photography, what I've seen is quite impressive." Heero accepted the glass of wine. "I'd actually like to see more."

"Of my cooking, or my photographs?" Duo teased, taking a sip of his wine.

"Both," Heero answered, raising the glass to his lips. He never had been good at flirting, but right now things felt right. He felt damned good.

Duo smirked and turned towards the stove. "I'm glad." He stirred the sauce and took a final taste before turning the heat off from under it. "Plates are in the cabinet to the left of the sink if you could grab a couple? I'm not much on formalities I'm afraid, I tend to serve from the pots."

Heero laughed softly, finding the plates and handing one to Duo. "I'm not much on formalities either, so this is just fine." He peered into the pots, lifting the lid on one to uncover linguini. "What kind of sauce?"

"It's a white wine and mushroom marsala." The timer on the stove buzzed and Duo grabbed an oven mitt and pulled out a baking sheet with garlic bread on it. "Help yourself and have a seat," Duo said as he transferred the bread to a cutting board and sliced it. "I hate to admit that I'd forgotten salad fixings when I went to the grocery."

"I'm sure I'll survive." Heero served himself, setting the plate next to the stove and filling Duo's plate with food. He carried both to the table, his heart beating faster when Duo smiled his thanks.

Despite the work that Heero still had to do, they ate at a leisurely pace. Duo was remarkably easy to talk to, and even the lulls in conversation were comfortable. They talked about work, about what they liked to do in their free time, and finally over a second glass of wine in the living room they talked about how enjoyable the evening was. Heero hated to bring up Duo's laptop, not wanting the night to end, but knowing it couldn't be put off forever.

"I guess I should finish fixing your laptop, it's why I'm here after all."

"Is it?" Duo asked, raising an eyebrow in question. "Do you usually offer to do such things on your own time?"

Heero's stomach tightened when he noted the devilish glint in Duo's eye. He shook his head once, turning his attention to the glass still cradled in his hand. "I've enjoyed your company."

"Good," Duo said in a low voice, the corners of his mouth turning upwards when Heero lifted his head and looked at him. "That should make this next part that much easier."

"Next part?" Heero's confusion was obvious.

"I was hoping you'd agree to be my date to the gallery opening on Friday. I have to admit that I'm pretty damned nervous, and having someone -- no, having you there with me would make it much more enjoyable."

Heero could see the worry lurking in Duo's eyes, even though he tried to maintain an air of confidence. It comforted him to see the insecurity, and he wanted to do anything in his power to make the insecurity go away. "I'd love to go with you. You'll find that even a lowly computer tech can clean up nicely."

"I'd never doubt that," Duo said with a laugh, his body visibly relaxing with the acceptance of the invitation. "It's not a black tie affair, but you'd need to wear a suit."

"Not a problem." Heero cocked his head in the direction of Duo's office. "Let's get your laptop fixed, I have an early day tomorrow."

The rest of the week went by in a blur and Duo had no recollection if he'd slept in the days that passed. Once the problem with his laptop had been fixed he'd managed to finish all the photos he needed and they'd all been sized and printed with more than enough time. Of course there'd been a problem with the framer, and Duo had actually lost his temper with the guy, needing to go outside and cool off to keep himself from beating the man to a bloody pulp. Instead he called his agent and let her deal with it.

The cleaner losing his suit was the last straw, and Duo would readily admit that his evening phone calls to Heero were what kept his sanity. Duo would lie on the floor in the dark and just let Heero's voice wash over him as they talked about their days and got to know each other better. The service call at the beginning of the week had turned into the turning point of his life, and he didn't even have to sacrifice a live chicken.

Before he knew it Friday night was upon him. He took one last look in the mirror of the men's room, tugging at his tie and giving up in exasperation. What did he care what he looked like? They were either going to like his stuff or they weren't, the state of his tie wasn't going to make him or break him. It was fifteen minutes till opening and even his butterflies had butterflies. His agent had assured him that everything was ready and that he looked great, but he was still having trouble breathing.

He stepped out of the men's room and took one last glance around the hall. He had to admit that in the end the framing had come out nicely, and the fighting he did with the lighting had been worth it. A knock on the door grabbed his attention and he turned to see Heero standing outside, looking drop dead gorgeous in a dark grey suit, and holding a single red rose. He hadn't even been aware of crossing the floor when he turned the lock on the door and let Heero in.

"You look amazing," Duo said, his voice a bit rough.

"I told you I cleaned up nicely," Heero whispered back, holding out the rose in offering. "I was worried I'd be late."

Duo took the rose and brought it to his nose and smiled. "I'm just so happy you're here." Leaning in, he brushed a kiss across Heero's lips, their first kiss that Duo had been fantasizing about. "Thanks for coming."

Heero brushed the back of his fingers over Duo's cheek and smiled. "I wouldn't have missed it."

"Enough of the lovey dovey stuff boys, it's time to make Duo a name for himself."

Both men turned towards Duo's agent, the woman who'd been holding Duo together for the last couple of months, and looked sheepish. "Gotcha Lady, let's rock and roll."

The night was one of the most exhilarating and frightening things Duo had ever done. He shook hands, made small talk, talked about his 'vision' and his 'muse' and tried his hardest to be charming. For a while Heero stayed by his side, but at one point he slipped away and Duo saw him slowly making his way around the gallery and taking in the photos. By the time they closed and the last of the people disappeared outside Duo was giddy with champagne and success. He'd sold almost all of his photographs, and had more offers for work than he'd ever dreamed.

The sound of a cork popping drew his attention as Lady Une raised the bottle. "Come on, let's have a toast to success."

Heero suddenly appeared at his side, and they each accepted a glass from Lady Une. Duo cleared his throat, the intensity of the night catching up with him. "I couldn't have done it without you, Lady, thank you so much for putting up with me."

"I wouldn't know what to do with you if you weren't a pain in the ass." She smiled, downing her token serving in a single swallow. "Now, unlike you I have to be here tomorrow to push your talent and make you money. Please lock up before you leave?"

"Sure thing." Duo grinned and offered a jaunty salute as she went outside. As soon as the door swung shut, Duo walked over and locked the door behind her, breathing a loud sigh of relief. "It's over."

"You survived." Heero slid his arm around Duo's waist and they started looking at the photographs on the walls. They each sipped their champagne and noted which pieces sold. When they came to the self-portrait that Heero had saved in the laptop fiasco, Duo noticed it had sold and pointed it out.

"The person that bought this has no idea that it almost didn't come to be." Duo smirked, draining his glass.

"I bet he does." Heero murmured, looking up at the blown up version of Duo's self-portrait.

Duo's eyes widened and he turned to face Heero. "You didn't --"

"I did." Heero's expression was almost challenging. "It was after looking at this picture that I knew ..." Heero shrugged, closing the gap between them and cupping Duos' face with his free hand. "I didn't want anyone else seeing you as I see you."

As soon as Heero's lips touched his, Duo melted, wrapping his arms around Heero's neck, spilling champagne in the process. The kiss started gentle, but quickly grew hungry as their tongues met. He was barely aware of the sound of his glass shattering on the hardwood floor, not caring as Heero pressed him against the wall and nipped and kissed his neck, brushing the tips of his fingers teasingly over Duo's awakening arousal before pulling away and looking into his eyes.

"I've been wanting to do that all night."

"It's a good thing you didn't, I don't think I'd have been the only one to drop their glass if you had done that earlier." Duo licked his lips, feeling dizzy from Heero's kisses.

"I have self restraint to a point." Heero smirked, wrapping Duo's tie around his hand and pulling him closer.

"To a point?" Duo asked, making a small sound in his throat when Heero pulled him.

Heero nodded. "And I've just about reached that point, so maybe we should get out of here and back to your place."

"Gladly."

Duo was having trouble thinking beyond the hand gently stroking his thigh as Heero drove them towards his house. He remembered locking the door, he was sure of that, but couldn't for the life of him remember if they'd cleaned up the glass. The hand moved higher, pressing teasingly against the bulge in his pants, making him think only of more. They reached his house in record time, having difficulty gaining entrance because they just couldn't manage letting go of each other long enough to put the key in the lock.

Door. Hall. Bed. Somehow they lost their clothes from point A to point B, falling onto Duo's bed in a tangle of limbs. They were both too keyed up to go slow, days of suggestive phone calls and wistful promises coming to culmination with a frantic intensity. Mouths and hands, touching and stroking bringing them both off with powerful orgasms, leaving them gasping for breath with no desire to separate. As the sweat started to cool on their skin, Duo grudgingly got up to fetch a washcloth and they both cleaned up before pulling down the bedding and slipping between the sheets.

Duo curled up on Heero's chest and listened to the sound of his slowing heartbeat. He was running his fingers over the flat of Heero's stomach, dipping lower and lower with every pass. "You'll spend the night, right?"

Heero sucked in his breath when Duo moved lower, stroking his already hardening cock. "Yes." Heero kissed the top of Duo's head, his heartbeat speeding up when Duo looked up and grinned.

"Good, I have other talents I'd like to share with you." Duo slid over Heero, straddling his hips and looking down at him. "From the moment you showed up at my door, looking disgruntled I might add, I've wanted to do this."

"Do you feel this way about all your service calls?" Heero teased, reaching up and rubbing a nipple with the ball of his thumb.

"Ack! No!" Duo mock shuddered and started to laugh. "Let's just say that Salami Man was scary."

"You called him 'salami man'?" Heero snorted, shaking his head.

"Well, he smelled like salami."

"What did you call me?"

Duo grinned and color graced his cheeks. "I can't tell you, it'll go to your head."

Heero flipped Duo off of him, laughing and pinning him to the bed. "Tell me!"

"Dell Tech of the Gods." Duo's eyes widened when he saw Heero's expression grow serious. "It's not bad --"

"You really thought that?" Heero asked in disbelief.

"I still do." Duo futilely tried to pull his hands out from Heero's grasp, and wrapped his legs around Heero's waist instead, holding him in place. "What did you think of me?"

Heero chuckled. "The idiot can't even be ready for a home service call."

"Real nice!" Duo pouted.

"And then I thanked the fates for you coming to the door without a shirt on." Heero kissed down Duo's jaw, whispering in his ear. "By the time I talked to you, and got a glimpse of who you are I knew I was lost."

"Nice save."

"Thanks."