Title: #89 - Surprising - Part 5
Arc: Life With Heero
Author: Calic0cat <calic0cat@fastmail.fm>
Story Completed: February 27, 2004
Genre: Shonen Ai/Yaoi, Friendship, Romance
Pairing: 1x2, 3x4
Rated: PG
Warnings: OOC, Swearing
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Disclaimer: Duo and Heero and the rest of the GW gang aren't mine. This story is. Nuff said.

Notes: The arc begins between one and two years after Endless Waltz. Duo POV in this story.

************ Time passing or scene change

Author's Notes: See earlier fics for notes on the arc as a whole. Feedback is appreciated.


The guestroom door snicked shut, much to Duo's relief, leaving him alone in the hallway. He quietly opened the bedroom door, slipped inside, then pulled the door closed behind him. 'Thank god, the evening's *finally* over. Hell, this whole damn *day* lasted for-fucking-ever... And that was with Heero here too...'

He didn't even want to *think* about how long Sunday was going to be, stuck on his own with Quatre and Trowa while Heero pulled a disappearing act. Despite the fact that he understood why Heero felt the need to leave ahead of schedule and spend some time alone, Duo couldn't completely dismiss the disappointment that Heero's decision had caused. He knew that Heero's behaviour had nothing to do with him personally and everything to do with the presence of their surprise houseguests but the distance that Heero was putting between them still hurt.

Duo gave a quick glance at the bed and stifled the urge to sigh. He stripped to boxers then pulled on a T-shirt, taking his cue from the shirt-clad shoulder that peeked above the covers. If Heero had felt the need to dress for bed now that they had guests in the house, he would follow Heero's lead. He slid into bed carefully, leaving a small distance between Heero's hunched, tense back and himself. 'No pressure... I promised him control and I won't go back on my word.'

Not that Duo had expected them to *do* anything while they had guests sleeping across the hall - but he'd hoped that they could at least spoon up together and take comfort from each other's presence. Exchange some kisses, maybe a few caresses.

'So much for *that*. Heero's not asleep but his body language is practically shouting "don't touch me, leave me alone". *Dammit*...'

Duo closed his eyes and tried to relax. It was hard to believe that last night, he and Heero had been completely naked, kissing and caressing and exploring one another's bodies, a little awkwardly at first but with increasing familiarity and comfort as first the evening then the night wore on. Even harder to believe that this morning, they'd been well past "making out" and on the verge of making love. 'Until the damned doorbell rang...' he thought resentfully.

Tonight, they weren't even touching, let alone skin-to-skin. They weren't just back to square one; they were back to absolute *zero*. 'It's like those first couple of times that necessity forced us to share a bed during the war. Him lying as far away from me as he could get without falling off the bed, wide awake but feigning sleep, tense and unnaturally still. *Dammit*...'

Part of Duo wanted desperately to just scoot up behind Heero, wrap his arm around him and press their bodies together and hold tight until Heero gave in and relaxed. Until Heero rolled over and hugged him back just as tightly.

The rest of him knew better. Knew that forcing the issue would be more likely to make things worse than to fix them. Knew that the next move was up to Heero. He would just have to be patient and hope that the setback would be short-lived.

Opening his eyes, Duo whispered, "Remember, Heero - you're in control here..." There was no verbal response, just an infinitesimal lessening of the tension of the shoulders in front of him. Despite the fact that he hadn't really expected anything else, Duo couldn't help feeling disappointed anymore than he could help feeling a certain amount of resentment towards their uninvited guests. Quatre's surprise visit had shot their wonderful plans for the weekend all to hell and they wouldn't really have a chance to be alone together to try and fix things until *next* weekend. It was going to be a very long week.

Eventually, Duo managed to fall asleep, his last thought an unhappy, 'I *hate* surprises...'