Hot Blood

Hot Blood
by Shinigamiinochi

Part One

Pairings: 1x2

Warnings: Some blood, OOC, sap, attempted NCS (not too graphic), minor deathclass=GramE>,

Heero making speeches, lime (kind of)

Rating: PG-13

Note: This is known as a winter fic. This means it
centers on winter and

blankets and I wrote it in forty minutes.



Heero kicked the door in, not caring that it smashed to the floor. He could
always fix the door later. His partner, however, was a different story. He slid
Duo to the floor and pushed back the dripping bangs. His eyes were closed, his
face slack, pale, with bluish tints to his cheeks and lips. One moment his body
would convulse, others he would shiver, but most often he was motionless. Heero
ran to the kitchen in search of matches, finally finding them in a drawer below
the sink. He ran back and tossed a lit match into the fire place, which
conveniently already had dry logs in it. He bent down to take a look at his now
shallow breathing friend.

“Baka,” he said in a mix of worry and affection, “only you
would jump into a frozen lake to escape an explosion, now look at you.” Heero
shivered, but stood up, walking over to the closet, he pulled out a large
blanket.

‘This won’t be warm enough.’ Heero once again knelt down and
gently prodded the American. Six of his ribs were broken from the force of the explosion
and the ice of the lake. The ice had been hard, yet he had fallen from such a
height… Heero touched Duo’s lips. Duo was no longer breathing. A small whimper
like noise came from Heero, though he convinced himself it was because of the
harsh cold.

“Come on, baka, you’re not going
to let some stupid hypothermia kill you off, are you?” The Japanese boy pulled
off Duo’s grey t-shirt, his sweater and jacket having been lost when Heero had
to give him CPR. His ribs had made those terrible snapping noises…

The pants went off as well and Duo mewled helplessly. Heero
rubbed a towel over his soaked body and wrapped him in the blanket. Duo coughed
hard and blood splattered on the cabin’s hard wood floor.

‘I have to make him warmer.’

Wing’s pilot quickly took off all of his clothes and slipped in

with his partner.

“This was supposed to be easy. In and out, you said so yourself.”

No movement, no breath. Were his lungs frozen as well? He was panickingclass=GramE>.

“Don’t do this to me, don’t make me say what I’m not
allowed to…”

‘His lips look so cold…’ Heero pressed his lips against Duo’s,

wincing at the iciness of them, though they were still pleasant to touch with

his own. He had done this many times before, so why did he feel so desperate

now? Like this kiss had to wake up his sleeping beauty, or rather, this would
be

his last? Heero slid his tongue over Duo’s lips to warm them, class=GramE>then hugged the

other boy to his chest. Duo coughed and Heero could taste his warm blood. He

swallowed it eagerly.

‘Why is it that you skin is so cold, yet your blood is so hot?’

The L1 boy closed his eyes, tears streamed down his cheeks, but he ignored
them.

He was the Perfect Soldier after all. And soldiers don’t cry…



Owari

If you’re a fan of death fics, you could stop here.
However, this fic was

never originally meant to be one (translation: shi got off her ass and wasn’t

lazy by killing her characters), so on to the next story! Oh, and I am still

working on Truth or Dare, but this one is actually finished so I figured I'd
get

it out. This is also a very old one. Neither this nor Truth or Dare have been

revised, so please bare with me on the OOC and plot.