Duo could feel it -- it was the energy behind the stare, the immediate prickling of the hairs on his neck -- that always told him what was happening behind his back, and just where Heero was looking at.

Duo usually allowed it -- maybe stretched a few times, let his fellow gundam pilot get an eyeful for the lonely nights that came with being stuck out in space on missions all the time. But today? Today was different. There was something in the air, whether it was just the dust and heat of the colony they'd been stranded on, or whether it was the sun that didn't give up for a fucking second, drenching their backs in sweat -- something electrified the air, and he wasn't sure if he liked it.

Heero sure seemed to.

Duo winced, and scratched the back of his neck, the feeling prickling at him more than usual. He finally threw the rag down, whirling around to yell at Heero, to get rid of the weird, itchy feeling, and squashed down any thoughts that maybe he was using Heero, to relieve the stress just a little bit, so that he could maybe try to concentrate on even breathing, 'cause he couldn't take the heat anymore.

"The fuck's your problem?" Duo snapped, some sort of anger coiled inside him, the frustration mounting when Heero only gave him a mildly questioning look back.

"You've been staring at me for the past few weeks, and I think I got a problem with it!" Heero looked surprised, and Duo let a moment of triumph rush through him.

"I'm the one who's been staring?" Heero snorted, and went back to work.

"Don't try to fucking brush me off, you moron!" Duo took his rag and threw it at the back of Heero's head. His eyes narrowed when Heero merely caught it, and used it to polish off a smudge on Wing's exterior.

"Do you ever let yourself go?" Duo asked, disbelief evident in his tone. He whistled lowly. "I mean, c'mon, man, you really expect us to believe that you're like this all the time? We all know you're fucking insane. We all are, we all fucking have to be, in order to get the mission over with. What are you," Duo paused, letting an idea dawn on his face, "ashamed?"

"Think what you like," Heero replied indifferently, but Duo caught the slight peek of Heero's blue eyes flashing underneath his bangs, and he grinned inwardly.

"Oh, okay, thanks for the offer -- I will. I mean, what if it's not the job well done you crave, huh?" Duo pushed his finger into Heero's chest, raising an eyebrow. "I think you want to feel wrong, evil, like a sinner who's pushing even Satan's limits." Duo wet his lips, staring Heero down. "And maybe I'm the one who can make you feel that way."

Heero snorted again, loud enough to make Duo bristle slightly. "What, you don't believe me? I know that you've been watching me, and it's really getting on my nerves."

Heero sighed, and gave up on Wing, giving it an almost sentimental pat (or was it resigned?) before swinging down and landing on the ground next to Duo, the sudden jump in proximity making Duo blanch, but the stubborn pride in him also making him stay right where he was.

"For your information, you've been the one staring at me," Heero hissed in Duo's ear, a gloved hand grasping Duo's shoulder, hard. "I've been putting up with it, but now that you've decided to confront -- I think that you're the one that wants to feel like the Devil, wants to die young, wants me to fuck you into that wall, right behind us." Heero smirked.

"Am I wrong?"

Duo scowled, elbowing Heero's arm away. "Get off of me, you fucking perv." He stepped away, about to stalk off into some training room to beat up some punching bag when Heero caught his wrist, roughly stopping him.

"I never said I wouldn't give it to you, that I didn't feel the same," he remarked quietly, watching Duo intently. "But maybe you're too scared..."

"Fuck scared." Duo punched Heero to the ground, immediately following and straddling Heero's waist, pinning Heero's arms to the cold floor. "If you want to fuck, I'm all for it --"

Heero lifted his head up, and simply kissed Duo, softly, like he was afraid Duo would bolt. The fact that he was so careful almost did make Duo want to run for it -- he would've prefered rough anyday, and the odd gentleness that Heero was displaying was, frankly, fucking weird and stupid and scary. When Heero let his head rest back onto the ground, Duo almost followed him, reluctant to let Heero get away.

Heero sighed, and took advantage of Duo's lax grip on his wrists, lightly placing his hands on either side of Duo's face.

"After the war, we could..." He trailed off. Duo seemed to break out of it then, biting the inside of his mouth at the feel of Heero's touch.

"Shut up and kiss me again," he demanded, relieving Heero the burden of finishing the sentence.

Heero complied, pulling Duo down on top of him.

After the war, Heero thought, maybe we could...be together.