This is the last part. Honestly, I could have kept going, but thought it best to stop before it got too long. If you enjoyed reading this, let me know! DA

See first part for warnings.

Standing outside the locked room, Trowa peered in the small window at the man inside. Heero was huddled in the corner of the room, his blue eyes wide and unblinking as he stared at nothing. "Do they have any idea what caused this?"

"Heero's physiology is so different than a normal person's that it's causing a lot of problems. He might have suspected that he was losing it but couldn't admit it. Relena found a journal with the rest his things that he had kept since right after the war. She turned it over to Heero's doctor. It said that even during the battles he felt the need to compete growing inside him. He had to be better than everyone at everything and without fighting to prove himself, he focused on the first available thing. Me." Duo's face was tormented as he stood beside Trowa, looking in at his former lover.

"Do they have any idea what caused the final break?" Trowa asked, not bringing up how badly he felt discussing this when it obviously caused Duo pain.

"I think it was you, in a roundabout way. He said that he saw you looking at me, before I moved in with him. Apparently in his mind, if he had me then he had won over you."

"He didn't win at all, did he?" Trowa asked sadly, gently touching Duo's hair. It was the first time since Duo had been released from the hospital that he had let himself touch the braided man.

The breath he hadn't been aware of holding hissed out when Duo closed the space between them, wrapping an arm around his waist and leaning into him. "He lost, but we all did. He might never come back. I feel so guilty because I said some things that probably shoved him over the edge for good."

Trowa disagreed, "I think when he picked up a gun and decided to use it on something he loved was when he was pushed off the edge. He did love you, he just couldn't fight the psychosis that held him enough to show you the right way."

"I think I prefer to think of that," Duo commented softly, tears streaming down his face. "I hate seeing him this way."

"Me, too. I want to be mad at him for everything he did, but I just can't. Seeing him this way just makes me feel pity for him, and anger for what was done to him by Dr. J. Maybe they'll find a cure for him one day," Trowa offered, hating the panic that clenched his chest at the thought of losing Duo all over again.

Shaking his head, Duo pulled him away from the room where their friend sat, lost in his own broken mind. They remained quiet on the way home, their joined hands resting on Trowa's thigh as he drove. He was still fighting the need to cling to Duo and extract a promise from him, the vow not to put any pressure on Duo the only thing that kept him from doing exactly that.

Inside the house he was unsure of what he should do. Thinking that Duo might need some time alone after seeing Heero he headed for the kitchen, a room that had somehow become the most comfortable room in the house, other than the bedroom he shared with Duo at night. With the intention of making something to eat he turned around, only to almost run over Duo, who was standing right behind him, smiling as if amused at something. "Sit down, Trowa. You're making me edgy."

To make his point, Duo pointed at one of the chairs, raising an eyebrow and waiting until Trowa had sat before moving to the fridge and getting some drinks for both of them. Trowa took the soda without comment, waiting for Duo to say whatever was on his mind.

"It matters to me if they can help Heero," Duo began and Trowa closed his eyes, only to open them seconds later in shock, "but I'll never go back to him. It'd be nice to have Heero back to normal, but I couldn't make myself feel for him what I did once. I'd always be afraid that he would start hitting me. Besides, why would I leave a great life with you and return to something that could break me all over again?"

Not willing to hope, Trowa was cautious, "Tell me exactly what you want, Duo. I really need to know."

"I plan to stay here, with you, for as long as you'll let me." Duo smiled, moving around the kitchen so they were close, "I love you, Trowa. I already told you once, but I'm not sure you believed me."

Overcome with emotion, Trowa took Duo's face in both hands. "I wanted to give you some time so you could make sure," he admitted. The long-haired man could have decided that he was wrong, that the feelings he had were merely from gratitude. That Duo was telling him again, after he had healed from the gunshot wound that put him in the hospital and after seeing Heero meant more than he could ever express with words. Carefully, he touched his lips to Duo's, smiling at the long sigh from the other man.

The fleeting touch after weeks of almost no contact suddenly wasn't enough. Bringing Duo's mouth back to his, he pried Duo's lips open with his tongue and delved inside the warm cavern, needing the taste so much that it hurt. The sound of the ragged moan that came from his own throat had him pulling back, berating himself.

Finding Duo perched in his lap was almost too much to handle, and he buried his face in Duo's neck as he pulled in his raging emotions. Just because Duo had decided that he wanted to stay didn't mean that he was ready to take the next step, no matter how badly Trowa wanted him. "Sorry. I'm just…sorry. No pressure, Duo." Even as the words came out of his mouth he was swiping his tongue along the muscle in the other man's neck. Realizing what he was doing, he jerked back in the chair. "Maybe you need to get up."

"I don't want to wait any more, Trowa. I've been waiting for weeks for you to give me what you gave me a taste of my first night here. I can't wait anymore."

Heady with excitement, Trowa lifted Duo from his lap and began the short trek to the bedroom, wanting their first time to be where they had already spent so many nights together. "No more waiting, Duo. Not for us. Now we begin the rest of our lives."