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FIC: In Degrees -- by Keelywolfe
Title: In Degrees
By Keelywolfe
Pairing: 2x1
Rating: R
Warnings: Sort of Lime-y


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There were differing degrees of cold.

He knew the cool touch of a gun in his grip, the touch of an icy hand slowly warming against his skin. He knew how pavement felt beneath bare feet in the early hours of the morning, every pebble scraping already raw skin like a tooth while he painstakingly shuffled to the next almost-safe haven for the night.

The taste of cold on the back of the tongue was reminiscent of metal, of chewing on foil and it was that he always tasted when someone died by his hand. He smiled through it, adrenaline-soaked glee the most brilliant of disguises, but it lingered nonetheless.

He knew the cold that lay in the shadows behind people’s eyes, recognized it instantly with the skill of one who’d spent years judging people on an instant, knowing it could mean the difference between a touch of soft pity and a warm meal, and a vicious beating that left him bloody and aching, laying in the puddled garbage behind a dumpster and laughing through cracked, swollen lips at his own stupidity.

Duo knew all these.

What he’d never known, never expected, was that cold could be shattered, melted away and there was a peculiar sort of beauty in that, to see another set of blue eyes shimmer into bewildered warmth at the touch of his hands, his tongue. Licking a wet stripe along tender skin and feeling strong hands tighten in his hair, muscles tightening as he traced slippery little circles against taut flesh, just to hear Heero whimper.

There was no room in this for any chill, nothing but sweat and heat, the pungent scent of their sex heavy in the air as Heero choked and rocked his hips upward, forcing himself deeper into Duo mouth to spill hotly over the softness of his tongue, and to him the bitter heat was as sweet to taste as sugar.

Nothing but dazed warmth in those eyes, even as he pressed a tender kiss against Heero’s parted lips, letting him taste himself and refusing to allow the shadows to return. No icy metal in those eyes, in that touch. No lingering cold.

Not tonight.

-finis-