here is the last part.. and a short one at that. there will not be a sequel.

disclaimer: the boys aren't mine. i just play with them for my own
entertainment. title: mercury rising
author: jana
cumulative: NC-17
archive: shinigami&wing http://www.1X2X1.org
warnings: yaoi, AU, light angst, POV in later parts, OOC (depends), citrus in various forms (too long a list to mention)
spoilers: you're kidding....right?
pairings: 2+1, 1X1, 2X2, 2X1 it's heero and duo, folks. do i ever write anything else?!?!
notes: my muses took off on this one. i'm trying to keep them in character as much as possible given the obvious total rewrite of their pasts. this was *supposed* to be another PWP, but it took on a life of its own and ended up to be fairly long and i'm pretty sure it's not a pwp anymore, but i'm unable to put my finger on exactly what it is. *sweatdrops* it is also the first time i've attempted to write a fic where heero and duo are NOT heero and duo... meaning there was no war and that they grew up having lived relatively normal lives; very much unlike their soldier counterparts. it is also my first attempt at a strict 2X1.

summary: heero and duo are both 20 and in college and it is summertime. they don't know each other.. but they will.

// thoughts //


Mercury Rising
Part 18


Cynthia was waiting in the kitchen for me when I arrived the following morning at 8:45 and I could tell by the statement on her face that my thoughts of last evening had not been incorrect. I'd already resigned myself to it. I sat in my usual seat and my eyes fell on a large white envelope in the center of the table. I leaned forward and was able make out my name written on it in small black letters.

"He left at around 5:00. He asked me to give that to you." She motioned with her eyes toward the envelope and I nodded.

I was glad that he'd said goodbye to Cynthia; we'd sort of said ours the night before.

"Did he tell you he was leaving?"

"He told me last night." I omitted the fact that he mentioned he would see me at breakfast.

I sensed relief in her posture at my admission.


I decided to skip my morning swim today; the curiosity of what the envelope contained found me heading back up to my room immediately following breakfast. I locked the door and crossed the room, seating myself on the edge of the bed and pulled the cellophane tape off the flap. Extracting the blue manilla folder that was tucked inside, I set the envelope down beside me on the mattress and opened the folder and began looking through the its contents.

The first ten pages or so were drawings of me that Duo had apparently done. They weren't ones where I'd sat for him, rather moments I guessed he'd captured from his memory based on the numerous times I'd found him watching me. There was a marked difference in the style of these works. They were less sketchy and far more detailed than the others. He'd incorporated light splashes of watercolor into several of them as well.

I continued flipping through the stack and smiled as the next image met my eye. It was all five of the Gundams we'd talked about; each one meticulously detailed and numbered to correspond with the young pilots he'd designed. I was not surprised he'd not forgotten. They were brilliant.

The next few brought a smile to my face as well; the first of the group being the one he'd drawn of me masturbating. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I glanced down at it; the next few causing me no small amount of shock as well having a similar face warming effect.

There was a series of them; they were of Duo masturbating. I idly wondered if he'd actually drawn them while he pleasured himself. I let my eyes wander carefully over each one, easily being able to picture him on his knees in front of the mirror in the bedroom of the guest house. I found my body reacting to the images; but more so to the vision my mind more than willingly supplied me with. As with his drawings of me; they were quite accurate and fairly explicit.

The next to the last thing in the folder were the prints and negatives of the photographs we'd taken; the thick stack neatly paper clipped together. I pondered for a moment why he'd decided not to keep them; quickly recalling my hesitation after seeing the results of our efforts. I felt relieved that they were in my possession; I'm guessing that Duo knew I would.

The final picture I found to be slightly disturbing for a reason I was unable to put my finger on. It was of a twin bed hugging the corner in a darkened room. The sheets were disheveled and three overstuffed pillows lie in its center; a matched set of handcuffs hung from the wrought iron headboard.

At first I'd thought that he'd not meant to include it in his package to me.... but that was before I noticed the what he'd written in the lower right hand corner: Summer 2001.

As if I could ever forget.


The next few days passed rather quickly. I spent a better part of each working on my rpg; making fairly good progress on the battle section and incorporating into it all the artwork that Duo had provided me with. Despite the fact that I reveled once again in my solitude; I was more anxious than usual to return to school.

My last full day home, for the most part, was spent packing. Cynthia had offered her assist and I had accepted. Without going into detail, she let me know that she had noted that I'd undergone some changes this summer; her mention of my more readily available smile found me offering her one in return. There was no need for either of us to give credit where credit was due; his name didn't even come up.


I knew that when my celphone rang at 7 AM on a Saturday morning during winter break that it had to be my mother.

There were few people who had the number and even fewer who would think to use it at such an early hour. I stumbled from the warmth of my bed in nothing but a pair of cotton boxers and made my way across the room to answer it. I of course, had been correct.


"Did I wake you?"

I felt no compulsion to lie. My sleep filled voice would have probably given me away anyway. "Yes."

"I'm sorry, Heero. I guess it's a little early."

She paused, but I didn't reply. It was a statement.

"Your father and I were just wondering if you were planning on coming home for Christmas? We haven't heard and you're usually home by now."

I rolled my eyes up into my head and made my way into the living room. I'd never missed Christmas at home; she should have known better.... even if it was four days before the holiday and I was still here.... and not there. "Yes, Mother. I'll be there."

"Wonderful." I could picture the smile on her face. Christmas was the one time of year we were always together... there were no exceptions. "Oh. Just to let you know the Maxwell's will be joining us for dinner this year."

She paused again.

"You remember Duo, right?"

"Yes, of course." I responded dryly. It hadn't even been four months.

"Anyway, he will be joining too and may be bringing his girlfriend along...."

I felt my stomach drop.

"... and I thought perhaps you might want to invite someone as well."

I ignored her statement. "I'll be home on the 23rd."

We talked for a while longer though not saying much of anything. I'd agreed to stop by the bakery here in town that she was fond of and pick up a lemon meringue pie.


I entered the kitchen after I'd hung up the phone and decided that as long as I was up, I might as well be awake. I rinsed the coffee pot out and filled it with water; adding the grounds to it only after I'd set it on the stove and turned the gas on high. I looked over at the clock on the microwave and groaned, seating myself at the table and pushing my hair from my eyes.

Part of me was glad to be returning home, once again welcoming the change of pace; further reluctance seemed to have set in after my mothers phone call. Of course I knew why that was.

"Come back to bed, Heero."

I found myself smiling as the sleepy voice beckoned me. Standing, I adjusted the flame under the coffee pot to low and padded across the chilly wooden floor; turning up the heat a few degrees as I passed through the living room.

I stood just inside the entrance of the bedroom and looked toward my bed. He'd called two weeks ago out of the blue. "Girlfriend?"

"Those were my mothers words."

"You didn't see fit to correct her?"

"I didn't think she'd fare well with sex toy.

"Who would?"

He smirked. "You would."

I smiled at his comment and approached the bed; seating myself next to him. "Besides, you never said anything about cross dressing." I teased.

"No worries. I'm not into it." He assured me, bringing his hand up to cup the side of my face. His statement turned serious. "But you would if I asked."

I closed my eyes and teased the tip of his thumb with my tongue as it traced my lower lip.... and wondered why he even bothered to question it.