Title: Show Me Type: sequel to 'Sex' Author: Cobweb Written: 15.jan.00 Archive: Want it? Not like it's good enough. Er, just ask. Category: POV Rating: R (language) Pairings: 1+2/2+1/1x2 @}--`--,-- Warnings: language @}--,--`-- Spoilers: none Disclaimer: I don't own GW or anything else for that matter. This is for entertainment, please don't sue. Feedback: Aghama, yes! Thanks much in advance. NOTES: I'm evil, this was fun to write. Possibly more, but it would be weird to write more since this -seems- finished. Show Me --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Show me." The phrase rang in my skull like a hammer falling on glass. Show him. What does he think I've been doing all this time? Trying to show him. I'm not good at articulating my feelings, but I can express them through physical actions. But that's not good enough for him. He, being American, is a visual learner. He has to be told and shown what is real, before he believes it. Show him. How? How do I show him? How do I tell him that I love him? Show him. There're tears in his eyes. I wipe them away and he flinches. Why? What did I do? Does he think I would hit him? That I would hurt him? "How?" I hear myself asking him. He laughs hysterically, his eyes are frantic. I can tell he's afraid... of something. "How? How?" he askes. "How the hell should I know! You're Heero fucking Yuy, the Perfect fucking Soldier. Don't you have all the fucking answers? How the hell should I know! I'm just a mortal, failable human. Unlike you, Mr. I-don't-give-a-damn-'cause-I'm-so-much-more-fucking- perfect-than-you." It stung. I felt my heart constricting as his face twisted in pain. How could I cause such a wonderful person so much pain? "How," he said again, more calmly. "I don't know, Heero. Show me it's not just sex for you. Show me that I mean something to you other than as a means of stress relief. Show me that, perhaps, you could find it in yourself to love me or at least provide some sort of support emotionally, outside of this bedroom. That's all I ask for. Just to be treated as a person, a person you care for if not one you share a bed with. I want to be a part of your life. Why hide what we have? Is it that you are ashamed to ascociate with me beyond the door of this room?" He'd become really calm and quiet. "I want to be something more to you than just a fuck toy, Heero. Can you give me that? Can you truthfully tell me that I am more than that to you?" I was lost, drowning in conflicting emotions. I've always been taught that things like this were kept in the bedroom. I thought that such a private matter should remain hidden and private. "Duo, I--" I began. "Look, don't lie to me. If you can't truthfully tell me that I'm more than that to you then I am resolved to leave--" "Shut up for a minute!" I snapped. "Look, Duo. I was taught that private matters, such as love, were supposed to remain private." I took his hands in mine. Fear of loosing him gave me strength. "I do love you, with all my heart. I'm not very good at expressing it except through the physical. I'm sorry if I made you feel cheap and unwanted. Let me tell you, you are not cheap. I've paid for you with my soul, Duo Maxwell. It is yours." He gave me a feral grin. "Those methodes are so ancient." I looked questioningly at him. "The 'bedroom matters' principles. That's from somewhere around 1930 AD. Like I said, ancient." He laughed and latched onto me. "Promise me this: No longer are we a bedroom matter. Promise me I will be a part of your life, day and night." I smiled slightly. "I promise." He grinned slyly at me and said, "Show me." ~Owari~