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"Growing Pains"Written By: Fancy Figures Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, wish I did, just
enjoy writing about 'em for free etc Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Romance, humour, yaoi, lemon, conversation
- of sorts! Pairings: 1x2 Summary: Just the nonsense that gets aired in the middle of a long night... For jo, to cheer her up. And for no other reason
at all, except for fun!
"Growing Pains"
"Owww..." "Duo? What is it?" "Nothing." "Hn." "OK, not quite nothing..." "Hn." "Are you asleep, Heero?" "As the saying goes, Duo - not now." "Oh. Right. Well, you asked -" "Yeah. I did." "It's my legs, you see -" "Your legs?" "They - hurt." "Hn?" "Yeah. They ache - it's very painful." A shift in the bedclothes of the right hand bed. "Injury?" "Huh?" An impatient sigh. "Did you injure yourself in yesterday's mission?" "Ah - no, nothing there. In and out on 'scythe
with no probs at all. Zap, "Hn." "Oh - yeah. Sorry. Forgot. You were there. I'll
get a cab next time, OK? "Three in the morning." Laugh. Clipped short. "Sure. Was it really? Good club..." "So?" "So -?" "Your legs?" "Oh! Oh, yes. It's just sometimes in the night,
like now. Sometimes in More bedclothes shifting - a body sitting up. "You can see the doctor tomorrow." "*Shit, no*!" Sudden, shocked silence. "Heero? Sorry, you still listening?" "Hn. So is half the building." "Sorry about that - but I - don't want to see the
doc, OK? I don't want to "Hn." "You understand, right?" "Hn." "No, that's not fair! I'm sorry I woke you, sorry I bothered you -" "..." "All right, all *right*! Perhaps I *am* a bit scared.
You don't think it "What?" "You know -" "Indigestion?" "Lay off the jokes, Heero, you ain't got the flair.
I meant - arthritis - "Duo, you're a *teenager*, and extremely fit, it's highly unlikely -" "Something worse?" "Ridiculous!" Body lying down again, getting comfortable in the bedclothes. "Some exotic space disease... some hereditary genetic
defect... some Oz "Aimed solely at Gundam pilots with braided hair, I presume?" "Lay off the sarcasm as well, Heero, it doesn't suit you." "Then go back to sleep. We'll look into it in the morning." Breaths slowing; bodies snuggling down. "Owww..." Sigh. Bedclothes thrown off. Feet slapping on bare floorboards. "Duo..." "No, you just sleep, Heero. I'll be fine. Roll
me up in the sheet in the "Sarcasm is no prettier on you, Duo. Let me see." "See what?" "Your legs." Moment's silence. "Why?" "Perhaps I can help." "How?" Laboured sigh. "Perhaps it's cramp. I can massage it away." "Ahh... yes." "Hn?" "You're - a little heavy-handed, Heero, y'know?
Seem to remember my back Snort. Feet slapping back across the floor; heavy thump
of body back in "Oww..." Moan bitten back, not quickly enough. "Stop complaining." "It hurts..." "It's nothing." "What? *What*? How can you say that -?" "It's nothing serious." "When did you qualify as a doc, Heero? As a geneticist?
As a chemical "It's just growing pains." Loud, incredulous laughter. "It's what?" "Let's wake the rest of the building, shall we?
All teenage boys have it. Breath sucked in. "Is that true?" "Hn." "No, I mean it. Is there any truth at all in that crap?" "Hn." "Oh. Well. Perhaps it is, then." "..." "When's it gonna stop hurting?" "Hn." Silence again. "But I don't want - I mean - " "Hn." "You're not being fair again, Heero. Everyone has
doubts - everyone has "Hn." "No, it's not growing up that I'm afraid of, per
se. Of course it's not! "Fear of the future." A furiously nodding head. "No, of course not, I can face anything, y'know?" "..." "All right, *all right*, so maybe I am scared of
the future. Of adulthood - Silence. Maybe a muffled sob. Bedclothes thrown off again. Feet slapping on the boards again. "Hey!" "Hn." "Well - I mean - I just wondered what you were
doing, sitting on my bed. "Not if you don't want me to. I just thought you might want some comfort." "Oh." "Hn." "Why, Heero? It's my problem, right?" "I don't like to think of you in pain, Duo. In your legs - or anywhere." "Oh." A wide smile. A sigh. Rustling bedclothes - just in one bed. "You're warm, Heero." "Too hot?" "No - just right." "Hn." "Like the way you spoon up against me, y'know?" "Hn." Soft, wet noise. Gentle. The touch of lips on a shoulder, perhaps. "Does it still hurt?" "What?" "The pain in your legs." "Oh! No - not at the moment." "It'll relax, soon. The whole growing phase will pass." "I'll soon be a *man*, eh?" "Don't laugh, Duo, it makes the bed shake." Silence. Comfort. "Is that gonna be OK with you, Heero?" "Hn?" "Me growing up. Me changing. *You* changing, for that matter." "Hn." "Painful in lots of ways, Heero." "Hn." "No, you're using that same argument again, we're
not the same, we can't all "Hn." Small laugh. "OK, I agree. It'll be fun. It'll
be different. It'll be an "Now sleep." "Sure." More moments of silence. Breaths slowing - then quickening. "Owww..." "What? Pain again?" "Hmm... sort of." "Hn?" "Other pains." "What?" "Other things growing, Heero." "Where?" "*You* know." "Hn." "Yes, you do! Here, let's bring your hand round here, and then you can -" "..." "See? I told you something was growing!" "It's late." "Uh-huh." "I've had hardly any sleep these last couple of nights." "Uh-*huh*." Soft, wet sound again. "Hn." "Yes, I know it's good. And I'm kinda proud of
the size myself! I could "Hn." "But you gotta be more gentle than you were on my back -" "Hn." "Oh. Oh yes. I mean - oh yes -" "Hn?" "Yeah, just the right - pressure - just exactly - just - ohhhh -" "Pain?" "Yeah. *Good* pain. The best. I -" "Hn." "Can't - talk -" "..." Groan. Body tensing, then relaxing limply under the sheet. "Fabulous, Heero..." "Hn." "So don't get big-headed, it was just OK, I lied, all right?" Soft snicker. Body nudging body, under the sheet. "Ahh, so you wanna - ? Look, I'll just - move here - I - oh!" "Hn?" "No, just the shock, your feet are cold! No, don't stop - " "Hn." "Right - you weren't going to, OK. Hmm... that's
good - fits fine - that's "Duo -" "Huh?" "..." "Tell - me later - can't - concentrate - uhhh -" Grunts. Moans of delight. Creaking bed. One cry - one deep sigh. "Duo..." "Remembered what you wanted to say?" "Hn." "And?" "How can you read so much into a grunt, Duo? When
I'm too tired to talk - Smile against skin, in the dark. "You still know what I mean." "Sure, Heero." Another smile. Whispered words. Snickered laughter,
very low, under the "Hn." "No - later on. Let me get my breath back. My legs
are getting cramp again "Hn." "I know, you have a cure for that. But you're right,
we need some sleep "Hn." "No it's not." "Hn." "I had the wet patch last time. It's your turn." "..." Smile. Kiss. "Good night, Heero." "Hn?" "Yeah. More adventure tomorrow. More growing up together." Gentle snore. Affectionate grin in the darkness. "I promise." End
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