Embers of the Sun

Author: FancyFigures
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Title: Goes Without Saying
Pairings: 2+1
Word count: 490
Warnings: Duo POV, romance, yaoi
Notes: Apologies for ï¿½borrowingï¿½ some words from a currently popular film. The rest of the sentiments are my own.

Goes Without Saying

I sat on the edge of my bed, and watched him packing. Itï¿½s not like there was much to do. He took a change of clothes; washbag; miniature toolkit. His gun, of course. And various other devices that I once recognised, but heï¿½d now personalised so savagely, that Iï¿½d probably have shot my balls off if Iï¿½d tried to use ï¿½em.

He looked up once; I passed him the cell phone to put in the rucsac. He picked out a pair of my boxers in amongst his stuff; tossed them gently back over to me.

ï¿½Got everything?ï¿½ I asked. My voice was tight. I always asked him the same; he always rolled his eyes

ï¿½Of course. Itï¿½s only a two-day mission.ï¿½ He looked across at me; must have seen my deliberately blank expression.

ï¿½Need money?ï¿½ I asked. He was notorious for expecting God to provide ï¿½ should he believe in God, of course. ï¿½Praps he just saw me as the holy representative upon Earth. Made me smile a little.

I realised he was still looking at me; he smiled slightly, in return. ï¿½No, I have enough. There are travel passes ï¿½ accommodationï¿½s arranged. Just the lift to the airport ï¿½ï¿½

ï¿½Iï¿½m ready!ï¿½ I announced, too cheerfully. I sprung up off the bed, bouncing a spare pair of shoes off on to the floor. The car keys jangled.

He picked up his bag, and we both made for the door. It was a big enough door, yï¿½know ï¿½ but we both paused there. There was an awkward silence.

There always is.

ï¿½Thereï¿½s food in the freezer, Duo,ï¿½ he said, gently. ï¿½That dvd has to go back.ï¿½

ï¿½Look ï¿½ Heero ï¿½ï¿½ I always got tongue-tied like this. ï¿½I know it goes without saying, but ï¿½ this is one of the happiest times for me, yï¿½know? Driving you out to the airport; chatting about domestic stuff. Sharing the misery of the afternoon traffic; the crap they play on the radioï¿½ï¿½

Heï¿½d hate me blushing. ï¿½Even though Iï¿½m driving you away from home.ï¿½

His voice was low. ï¿½Just for a whileï¿½ï¿½

ï¿½Yeah.ï¿½ He was always the one called for the short, sharp initiatives. He had that kinda brain; that kinda skill.

ï¿½Duo?ï¿½ he said, softly. I turned to face him. My brow was all scrunched up with my embarrassment.

ï¿½Itï¿½s one of the saddest times for me, Duo,ï¿½ he said. The words came out easily enough, though his face looked like it struggled. ï¿½Leaving you. Even for a short while.ï¿½

ï¿½Youï¿½ve never said ï¿½ï¿½

ï¿½No,ï¿½ he admitted. He put down the bag, slowly.

I stared at him. ï¿½Goes without saying, eh?ï¿½

ï¿½Sometimes,ï¿½ he replied. ï¿½But sometimes not.ï¿½

He leaned in towards me, and kissed gently at my pursed lips.

ï¿½Youï¿½ll pick me up Thursday?ï¿½ He always asked me; as if Iï¿½d say no!

ï¿½Sure,ï¿½ I replied. I was grinning. ï¿½Praps I hoped for another kiss. ï¿½Goes without ï¿½ï¿½

He tsked, and had left the room before I finished.