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The Tender Passion
Title: The Tender
Passion
By: Squall-sama
Parings: 1x2,
2x1, 5x2, 3x4 eventually
Warnings: NC-17,
LEMON!! Sap, angst, torture, rape, blah,
blah, blah…
Disclaimer: Gundam… Oh I can’t do it!… No, no! Errgh… G-u-n-d-a-m W-i-n-g
…. Arrgh… is… not… mmmmmmiNE!!!!!!!! There, I did it… Even though I would do
anything to have those beautiful boys be mine, they aren’t. So I would
appreciate it much if no one would sue me, because I am the poorest sap in the
world! I don’t even have a job, so give me a break.
Thanks: Heh, I really couldn’t have done this without the help of
my best friend Seifer! Thank you so much!
~Part 1: Mistakes~
Duo…
SMACK!! That
was all I heard. All I could feel, all I could see was nothing. The sting of
the hit, still burning on my hand. The stinging moving to my eyes, burning,
welling up with tears. Tears, blurring my vision, but clearing it at the same
time, so that I could see him fall to the ground, fall by my hand—and so I
could see the pure hatred for this man, this creature, my love, my Heero…
He hit the floor with a loud ‘THUMP’. I
stepped away in fear that he might come after me if he got up. I couldn’t
believe what was happening. I was scared, scared of dying, scared of losing
him, scared of myself… but at the same time, I was twisted with hatred, pure
hatred for him and myself. I waited a moment for Heero to get up, but he
didn’t… I didn’t think I hit him that hard.
“H-Heero…?” Was all I was able to spit out. I wanted
him to be all right. I wanted to make sure he was okay, but something kept me
from walking over to him and holding him in my arms; to touch that seductively
beautiful face of his, and kiss his perfect lips, and make everything all
right… but I didn’t. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally swallowed my
fear and walked over to him very slowly. Slowly kneeling down. Slowly reaching
out to him. Slowly contemplating what just happened…
Flashback-
CRASH! “Heero, stop! Stop it, now!”
Duo screamed, as Heero swung his fist at a priceless vase and it crashed to the
floor, shattering into a thousand pieces.
“I told you to get the hell out!
Don’t make me force you out… I will!! So get out now!!!” Yelling at the top of
his lungs, Heero swung his arm towards the door, to put more emphasis into the
fact that he wanted Duo to leave his room immediately. Duo, long since, had
been crying, fell to his knees, the tears flooding down his soft, reddened
cheeks that Heero, so many times before, had caressed and kissed so gently—so
full of love.
“Heero—”
“No, get out! Get the hell out now,
NOW!!!”
“But… Heero, I—”
“I don’t care! Leave!!” Then Heero
rushed over to Duo, grabbed the weeping boy’s arm, picked him up with all his
strength, and hauled him towards the door.
“Owww, Heero, you’re… hurting me!
Let go! Listen!” Duo begged Heero, to release his strong grip on the boy’s arm,
but Heero didn’t let go until they got to the door. Heero slammed Duo against
the door and glared into those watery cobalt blue, puppy-dog eyes, he had
smiled into so lovingly before… But this time he wasn’t smiling; his face was
twisted into that famous frown of his and his sharp prussian blue eyes pierced
into those of the usually happier boy before him.
“I warned you… now leave!!” Heero
began to reach for the door, never taking his eyes off the frightened Duo, but
he stopped just short of the handle when Duo’s expression began to change;
Duo’s eye’s went from soft to sad, to icy hatred in an instant. His eyebrows
knitting into a dark frown, and his quivering lips, hardening and pursing
together. The tears had stopped, only a shadow of the boy’s sadness lingered
under the mask of hate, that was always fought against, to hide for so long,
through so many dreadful wars and deaths, the mask that now finally revealed
itself to show the usually happy-go-lucky boy, to not be so happy-go-lucky
anymore. Heero’s frown turned slightly to confusion. Though he was still
persistent in holding to Duo’s arm, only lightening his grip a little.
“… Duo…?” Heero questioned
suspiciously, still with his usual gruffness. Then a growl escaped the deep
resides of Duo’s throat and he instantly shoved Heero back, away from him,
leaving the Japanese boy a bit bewildered. But before Heero could regain his
balance, the former Shinigami slammed his fist into the side of Heero’s head
connecting perfectly with the left temple of his skull, sending the former Wing
pilot, flying back and sprawling to the floor—unconscious.
End Flashback-
Duo…
Heero,
you selfish bastard… this is all your fault… My thoughts were interrupted
when I heard what sounded like a stampede of horses coming down the hall. I
didn’t really understand what was happening at first… It didn’t seem to
register, as, who I thought was Quatre, was shouting at me. I snapped out of my
trance and froze when I realized that Trowa was in the room… along with……
Wufei… I blushed, I knew it, because I could feel my face growing hot. I didn’t
know what to do as Quatre flew to my side and picked Heero’s head up into his lap—MY
Heero, in his lap, Hey, that’s my job…
isn’t it…?
“Ohmigod! H-Heero, what happened to
Heero?!…. Duo!?!” Quatre screamed at me, but I wasn’t paying attention… My
focus was on something—or rather, someone else…
* * * *
Wufei…
Damn, he’s looking at me… I have to
admit though, it is kind of difficult to take my eyes from him; no matter how
hard I tried, no matter how much I wanted to be distracted by what happened to Yuy,
I couldn’t. He is so beautiful! Why? Why does he have to be so damn beautiful?!
Baka!
I forced myself to look away from
Duo and at the matter at hand—sort of. What the hell could have happened to the
‘Perfect Soldier’, to have him laying in Quatre’s lap now… Oh no, wait, he’s no
longer the ‘Perfect Soldier’… It is unfitting to give a title such as that to a
person of his status… it’s unfitting for any of us to hold the names we once
went by so long ago…
Was Duo in here when this happened…
did he!?!
“Duo?” Quatre asked. My thoughts
were interrupted and my focus was once again turned at Duo as he was now
looking at me! He stood up and walked forward… He had the strangest look…
* * * *
Quatre…
“Duo?” I asked, as he stood up and began walking
towards Wufei. Oh, I was so confused! What happened to Heero, where was Duo
when this happened, why was Duo so angry, what in the world is going on!?! I
stopped my thoughts immediately, when I saw Duo raise his hand and smack Wufei
across the face! I almost stood up, but remembering the precious being I held,
I stopped myself and could only watch as tears flooded down Duo’s cheeks!
Duo was crying, and Wufei just
stood there, staring down at the ground in shock. Why?! I wanted to cry myself. I looked over at
Trowa, who looked as though he had received the punishing blow to his face, and
not Wufei.
“Trowa?”
* * * *
Trowa…
What just happened?! Heero on the ground, Duo
slapping Wufei, Wufei doing nothing about it! Am I missing something…? Maybe
Heero and Duo got into another fight again. Is that why Duo came storming in
earlier? I wish Heero was awake… hmm, that must have been what the loud crash
was about… But, why?
Why did Duo hit Wufei?! What did Wu
do this time, to piss Duo off, I wonder… It must have been pretty bad for Wufei
not to be reacting to the hit…
“Trowa?” Huh, Quatre…? I guess
Quatre saw the confused look on my face, because when I looked over at him, he
had that concerned look on his face, that he always gets when he's worried
about me—or anyone else, for that matter. I looked back at Duo and Wufei and
saw that Duo was about to hit Wufei again!
* * * *
Wufei…
He hit me! I can’t believe it, Duo actually hit me! All
though, I’d be lying if I asked why… I know why, unfortunately…
Flashback-
In the crowded room of the club,
all sound, all voices and music were lost to the boy with the long braid on the
far side of the room. He stood slouched over, leaning on the bar, drinking a
glass of hard liquor. One would wonder what could have brought that beautiful
boy to a place like this; a place filled with drunken, stupid men who have
nothing better to do than waste their lives on tequila and innocent boys. This
beauty, himself even wondered the same thing. Hmm… this sucks, why am I even here? It’s not like I’m gonna get
anything out of it… Stupid Heero, why does he always have to be such a jerk!?
Damn him! This is all his fault, he made me leave… yeah, that’s it—he made me…leave…Oh Heero!! The boy slammed
his shot glass down, spilling the liquor all over his hand and the counter.
On the far side of the room, sat
another boy, handsome, young—about the braided boy’s age; 18. A dark blue tank
top fitting lovingly against his well-defined muscles. The over-tanned skin and
dark slanted eyes, exposing, to any sensible person, that the ethnicity of the
teen is Chinese. He sighed, lifting the wine glass to his lips, never
faltering, never lifting his gaze from the braided beauty at the bar across the
room. The Asian leaned back in his chair, setting the wine glass down on the
table.
He brought his callused hand to the
slick black hair atop his head and brushed his hand back over it. Sighing once
again, he looked down and braced himself, with his hand on his thigh, and began
to stand up. When he looked up though, he immediately fell back into his chair,
for the object of his attention had seen him and was staring right at the young
Chinese man with a bit of an astonished look on his face, as did the Asian. He
caught his breath with a sharp gasp when the braided beauty mouthed out his
name,
“Wufei” The Chinese, Wufei,
straitened his back and his neck, stiffening his whole form as if the slightest
movement would cause the braided beauty to bolt. His eyes widened to the point
of beyond belief, he just stared.
Even when the braided boy dropped
his glass, even as the braided boy ran to Wufei, with tears flowing from his
deep, lost cobalt eyes, even as the braided boy fell helplessly into the arms
of the long awaiting Wufei, even when the braided boy buried his wet face into
Wufei’s chest and cried; He just sat there, and stared.
The braided boy continued to cry,
Wufei didn’t know what to do though. He had longed for this moment for, what
seemed like an eternity, dreamt of it day and night. Watched as the braided boy
and his lover, Heero, would hold each other so possessively, but now the one
holding Heero’s lover, was not Heero, but Wufei himself, and now that the
shaking beauty was finally in his possession, all Wufei could force himself to
do, was murmur,
“Duo” Wufei blinked, Duo!? My god, I’m…holding him now! Maxwell
is in my very arms at this very moment! The justice! Justice…this, yes, this is
justice…it is. This is Yuy’s fault, yes; he’s at fault. He is a fool for
letting Duo go, he practically gave him away! He is the fool and it is justice
that I take Duo into my own hands now—into my arms. It is my right…Yes, my
right—that’s justice.
“Duo, Duo?” Looking down,
confronting what he has love for so long, really didn’t seem that difficult
now, now that Wufei saw the ‘justice’ in the whole matter. It was simple, Heero
gave Duo up for some moronic reason again, and it was Wufei’s turn to take care
of the former Shinigami pilot. A wicked smile played across his usually stark
and emotionless face.
“ Duo, what’s the matter… did you
and Heero get into another fight?” At that question, it only made matters worse
and Duo began to cry even harder. Wufei smiled at that and lifted Duo up onto
his lap and embraced the braided boy tightly.
“Shhh, it’s alright, tell me what
happened… I promise I won’t tell anyone…… Duo?” If Duo would have been half
sane at that moment, he would have bolted out of that room and gotten as far
away from Wufei as possible, but being in the mentally crippled state that Duo
was in now, he didn’t notice, didn’t even care who’s arms he was in or what
tone of voice his friend was using: sensual. Duo buried his face deeper into
Wufei’s shirt (if that was possible.)
“*sniffle* He-he-he ohhh!…. Heero
got… *sniff *… mad at me… again.
*sniff *…I don’t know, what-what… *cough *… happened… to
him!” Duo began to cry again, this only helped Wufei’s situation more.
“Duo, what did he do to you…?”
“…He… yelled at me and he… he hit
me…”
“He hit you? Where?” Wufei watched
Duo as he shakily brought his unsteady hand to his face and gently rubbed it.
“R-right here, and… on my back…”
Wufei raised his eyebrow. He lifted Duo’s face up so he could see if there had
been any damage done to his precious beauty. Duo fought terribly hard to hold
back more tears that threatened to overflow from his beautiful cobalt eyes, he
just watched curiously innocent at what Wufei was doing. Wufei touched his
fingertips to the reddened cheeks of the heart shaped face below him and
caressed them slowly cautiously exploring Duo’s beautiful face. Duo blinked,
confused, he didn’t understand why Wufei, of all people, was doing this.
“Wufei?” Duo was quickly silenced
though, before he could say more.
“Shhh. Why don’t you have a drink
and if you like, we can go back to my place, if you don’t feel like going back
home.” Duo frowned but smiled quickly and agreed to Wufei’s idea.
“Waaaaaaaaaaaach thisssss! Ha ha,
Wuuuffei, look lllooook!!!” Oh Duo had a drink all right, a few too many
drinks. Wufei said nothing but smiled inwardly as he watched the braided baka
make a fool out of himself; throwing his body onto the pool tables and
pretending he was flying, when he really looked very ridiculous. Wufei couldn’t
help but laugh at that, his enjoyment was cut short though, when one of the men
at the pool tables grabbed Duo by the scruff of his shirt and was about to
punch the delirious boy when Wufei stepped up and caught the man’s fist before
it even took flight.
“What the hell!?! Back off buddy,
or you’ll be next!” Wufei stared impassively at the rather large man.
“There is going to be no, ‘next’.”
And down he went. Wufei had punched the man in his gut and he dropped like a
fly, of course so did Duo, but Wufei caught the drunken baka before he fell.
“Hee hehe, he fell! Woo! You go
Wu-man! Kick ASS! Come on, whoooz nnnEXT!? He’ll take you aaaalll on! Whatcha
waitin’ FOR, get over here, FATTY. I’LL take
you on mySELF! Lets go-!” Wufei slapped his hand over Duo’s raving mouth and
took off, before he could even see what kinds of looks the men were giving him.
Wufei threw Duo into the passenger side of his car, jumped in the drivers’ side
and sped out of the darkened parking lot. Wufei finally released the breath of
air he had been holding since Duo had let his mouth go off, he looked over at
the drunken boy, who was playing with his braid now, and sighed.
“You really have to learn to
control that mouth of yours, you know we could-!”
Wufei was abruptly cut off by Duo pressing his lips to the
Asians’. Wufei would have swerved off the road if not for the fact that Duo
pulled away to speak.
“Awww, Wu, you know you love it
though…” Duo smiled stupidly at the bewildered and utterly shocked Wufei, who
stared ahead like he had just seen a ghost.
Damn, I have got to
get him in bed, NOW! Wufei slammed the gas to the floor of the car as they
sped away.
* * * *
The door
slammed open as Wufei hastily carried Duo in and slammed the door shut.
Oblivious to the whole situation, Duo flung his arms about, laughing, as Wufei
spun around clumsily, this way and that trying to figure out what he was going
to do next.
“WOW! You have a nnnICE place here!
How long have you had it?” Duo pointed a drunk and accusing finger at Wufei as
he grumbled something under his breath about Duo being a moron and already
knowing he had moved over a month ago. Duo didn’t pay any attention though, as
he was now being laid down on a bed and Wufei was lying on top of him.
“Wuf…” Duo was cut off by Wufei’s
rough kisses.
“Shhh, quiet Maxwell… just enjoy
this…. I know I will…” He laid another strong kiss on those luscious lips and
simply melted. He could barely handle himself, he felt as if he was going to
come right then and there, but he held the strong urge back and forced himself
to move on. Wufei brought his shaky hands up to Duo’s shirt and began to
unbutton it at a fevered pace. Wufei planted kiss after kiss on those beautiful
bruised lips and broke away only to trace a line of kisses down Duo’s neck and
to his shoulders. Duo moaned; that sent Wufei off, he bit lightly at the
burning flesh of his victim.
A sharp yelp and more moans. Wufei
trailed a wet line with his tongue back up Duo’s neck to the boy’s ear and
nibbled lightly on it then kissed the side of Duo’s face. Duo wrapped his arms
around Wufei, which only served to encourage Wufei more. So, he continued to
strip the boy cautiously, as to not to frighten the boy back to reality.
Forgetting about taking the unbuttoned shirt off, he traced soft designs with
his surprisingly skilled tongue, down Duo’s firm stomach, across the perfectly
defined muscles that shaped his whole form to the perfect size.
He stopped to play with Duo’s
nipples, tracing a wet line with his tongue to Duo’s right nipple, he lapped at
it then lightly bit it, increasing the pressure until Duo took a sharp breath
and nearly ripped out Wufei’s ponytail. Wufei smiled and released the now hard
nub; he worked his way over to the other by way of more feathery kisses. When
he found what he was searching for, he repeated the process and headed south
with his explorations. More moans escaped the panting boy above Wufei as he
paused to lap at the hollow of Duo’s belly button. When he was finished there,
it was finally on to what he had been waiting for, on to that most private and
intimate part of Duo’s anatomy.
Wufei practically ripped the button
off Duo’s pants, unwilling to wait any longer—unable to wait longer. He pealed the tight leather pants off the
sweating boy and the most beautiful sight was revealed to him, Duo’s dripping
cock, slightly limp but wet with anticipation. Wufei closed his eyes and
sighed, Oh, this too much! God’s I
finally have him, right where I want him… oh he’s almost too beautiful to
behold… Damn, Yuy’s going to pay for pushing Duo away—and so much more… He
opened his dark eye’s to a sight he thought he would never see, Duo… naked…
(pretty much except for the open shirt.) in all his glory, panting and sweating
from the pleasure (and probably 6.7 count of alcohol in his system.) Wufei
loved it though, to see Duo almost suffering from what? Lack of pleasure?
Maybe, could he possibly know it was Wufei that was pleasuring him and not
Heero? Could he know? No, he couldn’t
possibly—he’s too drunk.
He didn’t care; Wufei finally
released the deep breath he had been holding in, for what seemed like all
night, on the tip of Duo’s cock and smiled as it jumped from the unexpected
cool contact, along with the rest of the boy. Duo yelped as Wufei took just the
tip of his drooling penis within his hot and luscious mouth.
He arched his back wanting Wufei to
take all of him, but Wufei held his hips tightly, preventing the needy boy from
moving even an inch. Whining, Duo grabbed the sheets and held back the urge
inside. Wufei slowly took Duo’s whole being, till the tip was pressing against
the back of his throat. He almost gagged but held the feeling back just as he
was pulling back. Duo moaned again, this time from the dramatic change in
temperature around his aching cock.
Wufei moved in a torturous rhythmic
motion, bobbing his head up and down, faster and faster. He continued the
pattern, every once in a while wrapping his tongue around Duo’s large member,
and poking at the slit on the tip of his cock. Speeding up with his
ministrations, Wufei could tell the friction was proving to be too much for the
braided boy and Wufei prepared himself for the oncoming orgasm. He wanted it,
he wanted to taste Duo in his mouth, he wanted to have the essence that was
Duo’s, inside of him now. Wufei’s wish was soon granted as Duo came in a great
burst, gush after gush; Duo screaming as he came in Wufei’s greedy mouth.
Duo was panting rapidly now, from the recent
exertion, Wufei wasn’t exactly up to par himself, as he licked the bit of cum
from his mouth that had spilled out; he wasn’t used to something as explosive and
utterly sensual as that. He smiled as he watched Duo shiver under him, and he
knew he had to HAVE Duo, now. Before Duo could get his barrings strait (if that
was possible, in his drunken state), Wufei grabbed his ass and lifted him up,
so that his legs were wrapped around Wufei’s waist. Duo yelped when Wufei did
that, he didn’t expect to be jerked up so quickly. Wufei had forgotten about
his own clothes and quickly proceeded to unbutton and unzip his pants.
He hadn’t realized how constricting
they had become over the short time he had been with Duo. Wufei leaned over Duo
and pressed his lips to the boys’ below him as he pulled his own pants off. Duo
had barely parted his lips and that was all the invite Wufei needed when he
plunged in.
Duo found his mouth being invaded by someone
but he couldn’t tell who. He had felt rather pleasurable sensations over the
last few minutes, and he thought that he had reached orgasm, but he didn’t know
by whom… This was the first time he had really noticed that his body was being…
explored by someone. Maybe… Heero?
Had he forgiven him? Was Heero not
mad at him anymore? That made Duo happy and he smiled into the kiss, which in
turn made Wufei even more excited than he already was and he continued to
explore the warm cavern of Duo’s mouth; tracing his tongue over Duo’s teeth and
sweet gums, sweet, yes, so sweet, like candy, that’s how he tasted. Enticing. Very enticing, Wufei thought. Duo you will be mine! With that last
thought firmly in place, Wufei pulled away from Duo’s luscious mouth
reluctantly.
Duo whimpered from the loss of
that; being without his dear ‘Heero’s’ lips pressed firmly to his own didn’t
feel good—he felt lonely, lost. Wufei lightly brushed his fingertips across
Duo’s cheek then sat up slowly. Slowly he trailed his thin bony fingers over
and across the perfect plains of Duo’s lithe form. Carelessly, with a clever
smile, Wufei quickly snatched up the seemingly beautiful ‘living’ mass of
silken chestnut tendrils.
The possessiveness Duo had kept
over his enchanting silken braid had attracted Wufei in a strange seductive
way; he had always wanted to touch it, experience for himself if the chestnut
mass was really as silky as it looked. Wufei realized now, just how jealous he
was of Heero; to be able to unaccountably caress this beauties unexplainably
soft skin, lay eyes upon this body of a god, brush lips with this angel, and go
about daily life like it’s the most normal act in the world! He never imagined
death to be quite so attractive—No, he’s
more than attractive, Wufei thought. He couldn’t put into words the
perfection that was Duo ‘Shinigami’ Maxwell. Too, too perfect.
Wufei move back to the braid again,
untied the string at the end of it and slowly unraveled the chestnut treasure.
Like real silk, it fell gracefully over Wufei’s fingers and Duo’s chest. Like real silk, yes.
“Ahhh… much better now… don’t you
think…? Hm? No reply? I guess it must be good then…” Wufei smiled at his little
self-joke. Oh enough! I’ve wanted this
for so long, and now, I AM going to get it! Slowly trailing his fingers
down Duo’s torso, Wufei’s smile widened as he felt those perfect muscles ripple
slightly against his touch. Wufei leaned back down to nibble on Duo’s hot ear
as he slid his hand (which seemed to have a mind of its own,) down, latched
onto Duo’s cock, and squeezed until Duo whimpered. Wufei released Duo’s once
again hard penis and moved his shaking hand lower still. An accidental brush
against Duo’s tight pucker made the panting boy shudder and he pushed against Wufei’s
fingertips in hopes to get those teasing appendages to move a little faster.
Wufei finally complied to Duo’s
needs and firmly pressed a forefinger to the sensitive little bud, emanating a
gasp from the beauty of affection. He waited, wanting to make sure Duo was
ready before adding another thick finger to the stretching hole, then another.
Even though Duo was drunk off his ass, Wufei didn’t want to hurt the boy. As
soon as Duo began to rock against the pressure of Wufei’s fingers, he knew the
gorgeous ‘god’ was ready. Wufei relieved Duo of his fingers—much to Duo’s
dismay, but they were quickly replaced with Wufei’s very large and very hard
member.
Being as drunk as Duo was, provided
a numbness to what might have been a feeling of utter pain, from the pressure
of Wufei’s cock entering him so harshly. Duo threw his head back, mouth open
teasingly, gasping for breath. Wufei let out a small growl as he pushed in and
soon filled the inside of Duo completely, all the way to the hilt. He had to
stop for a moment and catch his breath or he was going to come before he even
started. After a moment of just breathing, Wufei felt Duo begin to rock against
his body; he smiled seductively as a wave of emotions washed over Duo’s face,
changing from pain to complete ecstasy.
Wufei finally felt the overwhelming
sensation pass just enough to be able to move again and he began to rock back
against Duo’s pleasure-filled body. Duo cried out when Wufei hit that sensitive
spot inside him, but the cry melted into a pleading whimper as Wufei pulled out
just to the tip of his cock, Duo wanted more. Wufei pushed back in, making the
beautiful boy below him cry out again, Wufei continued that pattern until he
found a rhythm that was perfect and only little cries and moans escaped the
tortured boy below now. Throwing his head back and panting rapidly from
pleasure, Wufei slammed inside Duo one last time before Duo screamed his
pleasure and came, spilling his seed over both their stomachs. The clenching of
Duo’s muscles around Wufei’s pained cock was too much, as he coupled over Duo
and came inside his obsession, squeezing his eye’s shut and gritting his teeth
to keep the cry of pleasure from escaping his dry lips.
Slowly, Wufei pushed himself up to
pull out of Duo, so not cause him any discomfort when he should awaken, and he
couldn’t believe what he saw: Duo, asleep! Wufei sighed, No respect for sexual pleasure…Well at least he didn’t find out that it
was me who…in the morning—I will deal with it in the morning… Wufei shook
it off and lay down beside Duo’s still body. He stared at Duo for a moment,
watching intently as the beauty’s chest rose ever so slightly with every soft
breath.
“You are so beautiful, my ‘Angel of
Death’…” Wufei kissed Duo’s lips gently, then, reluctantly closed his eyes and
fell into a very comforting sleep, the same as Duo.
~tbc~
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