You look so serene on the pillow next to me, Heero. So close, yet so far! I could follow every beat of your heart, every raise and fall of that bronzed chest and never know what goes on inside. Do you know my thoughts? Are you aware of all the times I've watched you, just like this?

The tiny beads of sweat clinging on to your skin, sliding reluctantly off your neck... your shoulder... ... the left hand lost in the tangle of my long hair and feet snarled in a hopeless mess of sheets. You sleep spread-eagle, imperiously, like a king. Did you know that? You would deny your own beauty, your majesty, but oh Heero, you are. You are the most beautiful thing in the entire world, not just mine; and you're my King.

A shadow of your beloved smile lights up your face in childish innocence. You're so much gentler in your sleep. The smoother jaw-line, the softer features, the purity! It's not fair, God made you will all that boyish charm just to bring me down. And even so I gladly offer my neck!

What are you dreaming of? Peace? Battle? Am I in it?

I feel so insecure being with you like this. It isn't all the way I imagined it to be. I wish you could tell me that you love me and everything would fall in place. Maybe it does. I wish I could be content. Maybe I am.

Most of the time.

Content to be in your presence, to fight by your side. I fought for Peace because it seemed the right thing to do. Then you came along and changed all that. You are God's test for me, Heero, my nemesis; my sin. Now I fight because Peace is something you want. I fight to fulfill your desire. And gladly.

This is enough. It should be. It was tonight, before you went to conquer Dreamland. It was before, but not now. Right now I want you to wake up and hold me in your arms, to comfort me. Oh God, I'm so selfish! You're even more hurt, more alone and tired than I am. I should be the one here for you, not the other way round! I hate it when you think your dark thoughts and self-destruction. It scares Quatre, but not me. No, I hate it. I hate myself. Curse myself for my incompetence, my inability to help, to at least make you feel better. Inochi nante yasui mon sa... toku ni ore no wa na I can't even convince you otherwise.

Is this how Wufei feels? Incompetent? Now I start to understand why he sees the need to prove himself all the time.

Your life is downright expensive, Heero. It's worth a dozen times dozen of mine. More. That passion for Peace drives you on, it also sets you afire, like a bright shining meteor, a beacon I'm drawn to like a moth to a lamp. I sign my own death warrant falling in love with you. but I do it anyway. Call me reckless, irresponsible, people do it anyway.

A good part of our relationship is me hunting you down. Usually I wouldn't have mind. I love the challenge of finding you, stalking you, and the thrill in finally having you. Yet, like any girl, I need a sense of security too.

I love you, I think as I traced the contours of your profile, not touching you for fear of waking you. I love you, I love you, I love you. From the end of your short brown hair to the tip of your little toes; every. Perfect. Inch. And of course your steaks.

I'm happily, if unhealthily, obsessed. Wish I could keep you all to myself! But Heero Yuy belongs first to Wing Gundam, the country, then the world. I can only stand in line and wait.

6.59 AM. The morning sun streams in through the half-closed blinds, turning you into gold at my fingertips. I caught a glimpse of how Midas must've felt as he looked upon his new world for the first time. So beautiful, so much at peace, so... distant! I trace your neckline, somehow thinking that it would bring me closer to you.

You caught my wrist and your eyes flew open, moody grey vortexes, drawing me into their dangerous depths even as you drew me back down beside you.

"What were you dreaming of?"

"Peace..." You looked away. I could feel you slipping through my helpless fingers, further and further away. "And you."

I pulled myself up. "Ee, with me right next to you? That's too much!" Teasingly, to escape the heat of your melting smile, intensive eyes. You chuckle, a rich honeyed sound that knocked out my defences and blew my mind in less time than HeavyArms Gundam. YOu looked for a long moment, searching in my eyes as blood quickened and pounded in my ears. I swear you do that on purpose.

Ah, to hell with pride and dignity! I lean over to kiss you. you meet me half-way and pinned me under. Feral grin, wild and hungry as a wolf's yet strangely tender. My heart threatened to tear out of my throat and run for the safety of the hangers. "Heero Yuy, you beast." I protested weakly.

your answer was to fall upon me again. I really really love you, Heero.

"Ohaiyo, Duo."

I'm convinced the Duo-Heero relationship
work way better than the Relena-Heero one.
You're welcomed to dispute, but it's true!