----
~all around you
go to ground you
wrap me round you
falling down~
The obsession
was getting out of hand.
It had begun
simply enough--just a crush, barely worth mentioning, certainly not worth
admitting. He'd chalked it up to the
surge of adrenaline, a traitorous hormone that always made the body desire what
was not necessarily good for it. Or he
blamed curiosity--Duo's eyes were such an intoxicating shade of violet, after
all, why wouldn't he want to look at them?
And what red-blooded creature wouldn't
feel their knees go a little weak at that dazzling, multi-faceted grin?
Then Heero had
fed his obsession by trying to quell it.
Training had kicked in and reminded him that he was a soldier who worked
alone and had no need for emotional attachments. The rest of Heero's brain, backed by his body and heart, thought
that was just plain stupid. The
training reminded him that he could be killed, captured, or even required to eliminate
Duo at any time. The rest of Heero
thought the first two were irrelevant to whether he enjoyed himself in the
meantime, and the last was a fairly ridiculous fabrication meant to throw him
off-guard. Orders notwithstanding,
Heero thought that with odds of 5 against Umpteen-thousand, the good guys had
better things to do than kill each other off.
So the training
reminded Heero that Duo, too, could be killed or captured at any time. Heero, without realising that he was
breaking the rules of internal dialogue by speaking aloud, growled, "Over
my dead body," and gave himself the Death Glare in the mirror.
But it wasn't
really anything worth dwelling on. Just
a harmless--innocent, even--little crush.
Barely even an infatuation.
It was easy to
believe that when he rescued Duo from an Oz prison, and when he nursed him
through a scattering of broken ribs and a minor concussion. It was even possible when he found himself
staying awake at night to study the myriad expressions that crossed the braided
boy's slumbering face. Believing it had
become reflex by the time he fell asleep fantasizing about vivid purple eyes
and a soft curtain of unbound chestnut hair.
But positioning
his computer right in the spot where he could watch Duo getting in the shower,
reflected in the laptop's screen--even Heero was having problems with his denial. The training was good, all right, but not
strong enough to defeat the combined forces of mind, body, and heart.
Especially
body, which seemed to be the de facto leader of this little rebellion.
~I'll protect you
I'll infect you
Disrespect you
sinking--drowned~
It was hard to
keep his mind on typing. He wasn't
actually writing or programming anything, but the noise of his fingers on the
keys let Duo think he was working. The
alternative, he'd discovered, was to talk to Duo.
It wasn't a bad
idea in theory. He wanted to talk to Duo.
Desperately. So desperately that
when he tried to start a conversation, he found himself staring at Duo's mouth,
distracted by mental images of all the other things that mouth could be doing,
and his body would tighten like the sex-deprived teenage boy he was, and then
he'd end up having to pretend whatever Duo had said was incredibly stupid just
to cover up for not having registered a single word.
Heero was
fairly certain that Duo was actually quite intelligent. He just wasn't sure, because he'd never
managed to listen all the way through one of the boy's long running
monologues. So he hurt Duo's feelings
to hide his own, and he hated hurting Duo, so he finally came to the conclusion
it was just easier not to talk to him at all.
So he spied on
him in the shower instead.
He felt bad
about violating Duo's privacy. He
did. He just couldn't look away. He'd tried once, but it was like the
connection between brain and body had been severed. Brain said "Don't look!" and body, if it listened at
all, responded with "He'll never know!
Besides, you never let me do anything else fun!"
And when it
came down to it, that was logic brain couldn't argue with, so it sat back and
enjoyed the show too. Brain was
exceedingly easy to silence with images of naked Duo.
And Duo, Heero
could see from the reflection in the screen, was naked now. Naked and wet. His lithe, glistening body stretched toward the ceiling, his back
arched, head thrown back under the shower spray as he rinsed the suds from that
wet, dark mass of hair.
Heero, mentally
thanking the gods of Spandex for making it such stretchy stuff, forgot all
about pretending to type. Actually he
forgot about the computer, turning in his chair to watch the display through
the bathroom door.
Drool was
probably bad for his laptop anyway.
Steam filled
the bathroom, obscuring the beautiful body inside, even without the benefit of
a shower curtain. An artful,
tantalising outline of Duo's body, the curve of muscle and the line of his
back, captivated Heero more thoroughly than even a less-obstructed view would
have done. His hand, again without the
formality of consulting his brain, slid downward to rub across the bulge in his
shorts. The forced admission of his own
arousal made him wince, but the evidence was impossible to deny. It clouded his thoughts, erased his
resistance, flooded his body as his own touch grew rougher. Duo,
God...do you know? Do you have any idea
what you do to me? What I want to do to
you? The euphoric haze of sex, of wanting sex, diminished his
consciousness to anything but Duo, unwittingly soaping himself in the shower,
and the increasing needs of his own body.
And then--far
too soon, the still-coherent segment of Heero's mind managed to think--the show
was over. Duo bent down to turn off the
water, making Heero constrict even further at the tempting curve of Duo's--he
needed to stop thinking that. He needed
to look away, cover all traces of his voyeurism before Duo finished drying
himself off and combing that luscious hair and stepped out of the bathroom with
the worn towel wrapped around his waist--
Too late.
~Sunlight browned you
desperate, crowned you
there I found you
falling down~
"Heero,"
Duo asked neutrally, "why are you staring at me?"
The question
was innocent enough, but Heero was completely incapable of forming an
answer. Droplets of water clung to
Duo's smooth skin, glistening in the dying sunlight filtered through the
cracked and dusty windowpane. Sibilant
shadows toyed with his graceful figure, swirling erotic patterns over the lines
and hollows of wiry muscles. And his
hair--thick and damp, an entity in and of itself, cascaded over his shoulders
like a living cloak and coiled against his skin.
Thought,
speech, will, breath--all departed Heero's suddenly hollow body, abandoning him
to clenched hands and a vacant stare.
A moment of
worry flickered in Duo's vivid eyes, but quickly it was wiped away, erased by
the dazzling Shinigami smile that did nothing to restore Heero's fumbling
coherency. "I haven't grown horns
or anything, have I? Or a
tail?" He dropped a corner of the
towel as he twisted, theatrically checking for the absence of said extra
appendage, and Heero heard a strangled noise force its way from his own throat.
Duo looked back
at him, that trace of concern in his eyes again. "Heero? Are you sure
you're okay?"
Heero tried to
force his head up and down in some semblance of a nod. The motion seemed to satisfy Duo, who
shrugged and turned away to dig his clothes up off the floor. He let the towel drop, and Heero, rewarded
with a breathtaking expanse of naked skin, felt dizzy as what little blood
remained in his head vacated and rushed madly for his groin.
"Heero,"
said Duo mildly, straightening as he shook the folds out of his black pants,
"you're making me a bit nervous staring at me like that. I keep wondering if you're waiting for
something to explode. Is there
something you need?"
Heero's brain,
talking a long-awaited holiday to roll around in the proverbial gutter, applied
an entirely different meaning to 'need' and 'explode' than the context Duo had
intended.
"Heero? I said, do you want something?" Duo was tugging on his boxers, half turned
away from Heero, glancing at him over his shoulder.
"You,"
said Heero's body, taking advantage of the temporary absence of his brain.
Duo's eyebrows
shot up, and his body froze. "What?"
Heero's body
conferred quickly with his few remaining braincells. Duo didn't sound angry, they decided. More like disbelieving. Definitely
confused. So before he could think
better of his hasty outburst, he repeated, "You. I want you."
Heero had made
a vocation, over the past several months, of learning all the nuances of Duo's
varying expressions. This one was
completely new--eyes wide, mouth gaping in surprise. He filed it away under the heading "stunned." It was, like all Duo's expressions, a
particularly attractive one. Brain was
down for the count.
And it was such
a shame to waste his open mouth like
that.
In two strides,
Heero had abandoned his chair and crossed the dingy bedroom to seize Duo's
shoulders and pull him close, claiming his startled lips in a rough kiss.
~Purify you
Sanctify you
I defy you--
not a sound~
Duo's mouth was
soft and yielding, and Heero plundered it viciously. He pulled Duo's body against him, felt the smooth damp skin
through his clothes, reveled in the sudden pounding of Duo's heart against his
chest. This was what he wanted! An eternity of Duo, strong, smooth,
beautiful Duo, captured in his arms.
Wanton desire pulsed through his body and he ground against Duo, his
fingers twining a handful of soft chestnut hair.
"Hee-Heero--" Duo pushed him back, gasping for breath,
fingers pressing in disbelief against his bruised lips. "Heero--what are you doing?"
"I want
you!" Heero repeated, frustration
making his voice crack. He wanted Duo
in his arms again. The simplicity of
his desire was overwhelming--body had evicted everything else, except possibly
heart, and taken firm control of Heero Yuy.
And he'd been close enough during the kiss to notice the violet-eyed
boy's body, at least, was not opposed to his actions. Duo, after all, was only
wearing boxer shorts.
"Okay, who
are you, and what have you done with my
Heero?" Duo demanded, trying to make a joke out of the situation and
failing as his voice faltered.
Heero thought
the phrase had a nice ring to it.
"I am Your Heero," he promised, reaching for Duo again.
The boy known
as Shinigami swallowed visibly, his
stance shifting as he attempted to hide the effect Heero's words had on
him. "Oh." It came out more like a squeak.
Heero pulled
him close again, burying his face in the hollow of Duo's neck, spreading eager
kisses across the flushed damp skin. He
felt Duo's erection press against his thigh, felt Duo's head fall back as a
stunned, eager moan left his lips.
Heero slid his
hand behind Duo's neck, tilting the elven face upward to crush their lips
together. An answering moan set his
nerves aflame as Duo's tongue plundered the depths of his mouth. He fumbled with the elastic waistband of
Duo's boxers--it should have been such a simple task, but how was he supposed
to accomplish anything with the world spinning like it was?
He heard the
thin fabric rip, and yanked it away in frustration. There--that was much better, body decided in satisfaction. A very naked, very turned-on Duo, pressed
flush against him, gasping into a kiss.
His hand caressed the curve of Duo's ass, rocking against his body.
"Heero--" Duo wondered breathlessly, trembling as he
rested his head for a moment on Heero's shoulder. "Why are you--where did this come fr--OH!" His question broke off in a strangled cry as
Heero's hand encircled his eager manhood and jerked lightly. "God--Heero--" he fumbled
ineffectually at Heero's tank top.
"You're wearing too many damn clothes."
'Why' was
apparently no longer important.
Heero
reluctantly let go of Duo long enough to shed his clothes and drop them in a
rumpled heap on the floor. The
sensation of skin against skin, when he reached for Duo again, was
electrifying. "Duo--" The
name left his lips in an unwilling exhalation into the other boy's hair.
He sank to his
knees, running his hands down the length of Duo's long, toned legs, drawing a
wet trail down Duo's chest and stomach with his tongue. "Heero--" He heard his name gasped
as his partner realised his intentions and tangled his fingers in Heero's short
dark hair.
Heero had
fantasised about doing this for far too long not to take his time and enjoy
it. He approached Duo's swollen member,
his tongue flicking at the tip, then swirling around its edge in a slow
circle. He heard Duo moan, felt
trembling fingers clenching in his hair and his own arousal straining upward. He dove for Duo's erection greedily, swallowing
him whole, ignoring the reflex to gag til it had passed and he could move
again. Encouraged by a litany of
wordless moans and the soft pressure of
the hands urging his head downward, he bobbed his head slowly up and down,
swirling his tongue against the throbbing flesh that writhed in his mouth. He licked a forming drop from the tip, and
Duo, shaking, pulled reluctantly away.
"Heero,"
he said, having some difficulty forming the words between ragged gasps,
"that's--oh God--but if you don't let me at least sit down, I'm gonna pass
out."
Heero felt a
smirk twisting his face.
"Good?" he asked hopefully, and was rewarded by a frantic nod.
"God,
yes!" Duo half-staggered backward
to the bed and tumbled back onto it.
Never one to let an opportunity slip by, Heero scrambled on top of him.
For the space
of several syncopated heartbeats, he could do nothing but stare. Was it true? Was every fantasy he'd ever indulged in about Duo Maxwell going
to be fulfilled tonight? His heart,
reaffirming its presence, clenched in his chest. The boy was radiant. The starlight had replaced the fading sun
and shone in incandescent sprinkles across ethereal skin, his half-closed eyes
smoldered with suppressed passion, his long drying hair splayed out around his
sculpted body and coiled around his elven face with a life of its own. Heero crouched above him, sliding his hands
down the length of soft skin--how could a soldier have such skin? he wondered,
before the thought faded into oblivion with its fellows. Duo's hips bucked under him, reaching for
him, yearning, his head thrown back against the sheets. Heero wrapped his fingers around that
weeping shaft and practiced coaxing the desperate moans and whimpers that
slipped from Duo's parted lips.
He wanted
more. He wanted to claim this beautiful
body for his own, to merge til there was nothing left between them. Asking for it, though, petrified him. "Duo," he whispered, bending close
to interrupt himself with a searing kiss to Duo's lips. "I want--please--"
Duo's fingers
clenched against his back, his body arching under Heero's as an inarticulate
moan of longing left his mouth.
"Anything. Anything. Heero--oh God--"
Hearing those
words, and the hunger in Duo's voice as he breathed them, sent Heero perilously
close to tumbling over the edge of ecstasy himself. Still, he could scarcely believe them. His fantasies were all
going to come true--well, maybe not all, but all the big ones, and there'd be
room for experimentation later.
"Are you sure? I want--Duo,
I want to be in you--"
Duo's response
was to thrust fervently against him, cutting off his words with a kiss that
rocked the foundations of his soul.
Yes, it was down there somewhere too.
The world spun, and he was dizzy, his fingers found purchase in tangles
of damp chestnut hair and he pushed off of Duo with a desperate growl.
Duo handing him
plastic tube was all a blur, as was fumbling with the cap that refused at first
to come off, or where exactly it had come from. None of this was of interest to Heero. He coated his hands, his straining erection, and more of Duo than
was probably necessary, but he was addicted to the noises he elicited wherever
his fingers roamed.
He crawled
between Duo's legs, his body trembling with lustful anticipation. Duo, an erotic half-smile mingling with
ecstasy on his face, hooked his legs over Heero's shoulders and pulled him
forward.
Caught in the
spell of those intoxicating violet eyes, Heero was no longer certain who--if in
fact either of them--was the aggressor any longer. Truthfully, he wasn't sure of anything--except that he wanted
Duo--desperately, and NOW.
~I astound you
I unwound you
Lost and found you
clinging--bound~
The
exhilaration of slowly entering Duo, of melting their bodies together, the
tight warmth surrounding and pressing and swallowing him, was beyond
imagination. Heero bit back a cry,
hovering, balanced on his hands above his beautiful love, quivering as he
drowned in sensations that twirled his mind like a bizarre dream.
He felt Duo's
fingers brush his face, and stroke across his lips. "You all right?" the long-haired boy asked, that
half-smile still gracing his fey features, his brilliant eyes shining. When Heero nodded, he covered a light laugh
in a lingering kiss. "It's even
better when you move," he prompted gently.
Had Heero not
been so blissfully unconnected with his brain, he might have blushed. He didn't.
He responded to the tenderly-spoken hint and pulled out, slowly, til
they were barely connected.
No--no, he
didn't like that at all. Must be in
Duo.
But thrusting
back in--oh, God. Much better. Must do that again. Must do that a lot.
Rhythm came to
him, in time, and speed as well. Duo
rocked against his eager movements as Heero pounded into him again and again,
tears welling in his eyes at the magnificence of this joining. Words--even whispered names--faded to
syllables and finally to pleading, incoherent moans. Duo's hands fisted in the sheets, his arms thrown back over his
head, his jackknifed body arching against Heero, constricting around him, his
seed spilling out into the hollow of his belly.
The sight, the
feel--Heero's world exploded all at once, his aching body finding release
inside the glorious boy beneath him.
Colours swam before his eyes, he screamed Duo's name desperately,
immersed in a frantic haze of emotion that left him collapsed against his new
lover's chest, gasping for breath.
"Well?"
A smug, sleepy, sated voice whispered in his ear as long fingers stroked
through his hair. "I trust you're
not disappointed?" Some distant
part of Heero's brain that was still at least observing noted a touch of
apprehension in that warm voice.
Heero's body,
being in control of things for a little while longer, conspired with his heart,
and he started babbling. Body was well
aware that Heero's brain might never present it with this opportunity again,
and it was determined to get everything out while it had a chance. "Yes.
Yes. Everything I wanted it to be, Duo--" He pushed
himself up just enough to meet that violet gaze. "You enjoyed it too, didn't you?" A touch of awkward
nervousness there, that only grew as he continued. "I love you. Do
you--do you love me, Duo?"
Mild disbelief,
amusement, tenderness, joy--they
flickered across Duo's face in rapid succession. "Idiot, Heero," he whispered thickly, wrapping his arms
around Heero as if by holding him close he could merge them into a single
entity. "Don't you know yet I've
never loved anybody else?"
Heero's body,
brain, and heart all reached a very simple consensus, as he kissed his life
into that soft, willing mouth. They
would all belong to Duo, from now until eternity.
It would take
at least that long to fulfill every
fantasy they were capable of imagining.
~Owari~