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Duo says no lights. Heero sees well enough without, but Duo watches all about him with eyes wide, pupils dilated to full black. He feels with his hands, his eyes seeking Heero's, not finding. Duo gasps; Heero only crushes him silent, mouths pressing breathlessly together, not a kiss. They don't kiss. They fuck, and they rut, and sometimes they don't even undress, and the others must know, must smell it on them, see it on them when they sit on opposite sides of the table. Duo won't look at him, then. Duo looks at the damn moon, as if that means something, but Heero doesn't know what, and Duo isn't telling.
Heero says Why do you even want me.
Duo says Why ask dumb questions.
It's not a dumb question. He thinks. Maybe it is. Duo doesn't laugh at him, but Heero punishes him anyway, rubs him into the carpet and leaves blood when he bites. Duo's finger is tender on his spine, Duo's lips linger on his hair, and then he arches, and his nails dig furrows from Heero's buttocks to his shoulderblade.