Author: CeeDee
Pairing: 1x2
Rating: PG
Warnings: Sappiness
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine *sighs* promise to give them back.
Framed Life
Heero's head shot up from his work as he heard the loud clattering sounds and the enraged 'Fuck' from the studio. Closing the lid of his laptop, he got up, waited a moment and listened before he made the few steps out of his office through the hallway, and stood in the - for once open - door, which had been closed for the last week, leading to the room Duo had asked him not to enter. And sucked his breath in.
Beautiful.
Although surreal, and a modern impression, the bright colours, arranged as they were, caught the eye, sucking in, the forms complimenting, leaving a captured, bewitched viewer behind who was unable to tear his eyes away.
"You think so? You're biased." Duo's voice was sullen, coming from the side of the room.
Had he said that out loud? With effort Heero tore his eyes away towards the voice and they landed on the ass, high in the air, belonging to his lover who was bent over to retrieve scattered items he'd obviously thrown through the room, in a fit of frustration.
"Yes. It's you. You'll show it?"
Duo came up, brushes dangling from his fingers, lower lip between his teeth. "I planned it. But... it's flawed."
Heero's eyes once more trailed back to the painting. And he blinked. It was as if he was looking at a completely new work of art. The picture he watched now left an impression of freedom, carelessness, joy, life. He stood, stunned.
"You have to show it."
"I know." Duo sighed and began to clean he brushes. "I promised three paintings for the opening tomorrow and sure have not time to set up a new one, but..." he shook his head, clearly disappointed with himself.
Heero stepped behind his lover, curling his arms around Duo's waist. Turning them both towards the painting, he leaned his head on Duo's shoulder.
"Look."
Duo huffed. "I know it. I painted it, remember?"
Heero tightened his arms. "Don't look at it as if you painted it. Just... look."
They stood for a while, eyes on the canvas. After a while, Duo shrugged. "And I still say it's flawed."
Heero sighed. "When I look at it, I see you. You aren't flawless either, but you don't have to be. You are who you are. The same is it with this painting. You may be seeing a flaw or two, but for me it impresses living, lust, ecstasy. I'd say it's one of your best works."
Duo turned in his arms. "You think so?"
Heero shook his head. "No. I know so."
Duo watched him a moment, then licking his lip. "Okay, Yuy. I believe you. Not that you are an art specialist."
"No, I'm not," Heero pressed a short kiss on Duo's lips, "but I know the impact it has on me." And then he scooped a yelping Duo over his shoulder and stalked towards their bedroom.
"Shit, Yuy," Duo laughed, "if it has that kind of an impression on you, we sure sell it tomorrow."
Heero smirked. It would be sold, there was no question. But he had no intention to let Duo know to whom. Yet.
OWARI
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