Seduction
by Ashura
For Dark Blaze
and Jay, who requested it
Disclaimer: the usual stuff. If I owned it, this would be animated
Warnings: YAOI LEMON, sap, complete PWP
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The clock was
ticking, Heero was pacing, and every step and ticking second made his anxiety
level rise. The boy who could jump off
buildings and blow himself up without so much as a second thought was
practically shaking in his skin by the prospect of the mission he had set out
for himself.
He was going to
seduce Duo Maxwell.
The difficulty
in this mission lie in one simple fact:
Heero was not only a virgin, he was clueless. Somehow, in the vast repertoire of skills he
had been trained to perfection in, his teachers had neglected to explain the
basics of flirting, or seducing beautiful young men.
Not easily
deterred, Heero had decided to do some research. His most visible example was Duo himself--the Deathscythe pilot
flirted as easily as he breathed, he radiated sensuality, teased and enticed
simply by being Duo. It was an artless
seduction Heero quickly realised he could never hope to emulate. In desperation he'd turned to Trowa, whose
advice had been helpful but infuriatingly vague--what Heero wanted was a plan, a chain of events and instructions
and mission specifications, which Trowa was utterly unequipped to provide for
him.
"Heero--I
can't possibly tell you how to seduce Duo," the Heavyarms pilot had sighed
finally. "I've given you all the
help I can--but it has to come from you, or it's not going to do any good. You don't want to get him into bed with me!"
No, Heero
certainly did not, and Trowa was completely content with Quatre. So he was on his own again.
He was not
entirely pleased with the plan he had finally formulated, but incomplete as it
was, it was all he had. And his
hormones were demanding action NOW, not a hundred years hence when he finally
figured out what it was he wanted and how to get it. His best hope, he had decided, was to set the wheels in motion
and hope that when he reached the end of his limited knowledge, Duo would know
enough to take over for him and lead him the rest of the way.
Not the best
plan, but it would have to do. Heero's
brain was too clouded by the desires of his body to formulate anything more
concrete.
So he was
waiting, and it was driving him crazy.
The situation
was common enough. Duo had been called
away on the sort of stealthy infiltration mission that he was by far the best
at. It was simple, and not terribly
dangerous or difficult. He had departed
with a cheery wave and a "Back by midnight!" and now that auspicious
hour was fast approaching. Heero had
dimmed the lights--either for a romantic atmosphere, or to cover up his
awkwardness, he refused to admit which--and donned tight black leather pants
with his customary tanktop. He would
have done more with the shirt, too, but it was all he owned besides that
ridiculous thing Relena's school used for their uniforms, and he wasn't wearing
that! He had carefully hidden everything he might need in the small
drawer of his bedside table, but nervousness bade him hurry back to check on
his preparations. Just one more time.
As soon as he
made it to the bedroom, he heard the door open.
"Oi,
Heero! I'm back! Didja miss me?" Duo announced his arrival exuberantly, as he
always did, his voice carrying to the
corners of the small safehouse and ringing in Heero's soul. "Man, I am starving! We got anything
to eat in here?" The sound of the
refrigerator opening, of drawers and cupboards banging--everything Duo did was
a grand production; there were times Heero still didn't believe this was the stealthy, silent God of
Death who could appear out of nowhere in a doorway, or vanish into the shadows
as if he'd never been there.
"Heero? You here?"
"Hai. Coming." Satisfied with his preparations, he returned to the kitchen,
where Duo was half-inside the fridge, digging out jars and packages and stacking
them beside it. He adopted what he
hoped was a sultry pose, resting his chin on his hands and his elbows on the
countertop, leaning a little forward as he watched Duo's braid swinging with
each movement. The God of Death had not
yet even turned around to see him, preoccupied as he was with creating a
sandwich that even he could not
possibly fit into his mouth.
"You
hungry, Heero? Want
anything?" Duo asked, still not
turning, slathering mayonnaise onto the slab of bread not yet holding the rest
of their food supply. Yes, Heero thought, his mouth watering a
little. You. I want you. But he
couldn't have said it--the part of his brain still capable of rational
thought was beginning to think better of this entire scheme. Just
take a cold shower. Again. You're going to make a complete fool of
yourself. There's still time to back--
"Not real
talkative tonight, are you, Heero?" Duo was rambling still--it was more a
joke than an observation, even if he himself was the only one who derived humour
from it. He turned around, his
customary bright grin sparkling in his face.
*CRASH*. Duo dropped the plate, sandwich and
all. It shattered, covering the kitchen
floor with shards of broken glass and sticky damp tomato slices. "Heero?"
Heero jumped. "Gomen! Here, I'll help--"
He hurried toward Duo and the fallen remains of the sandwich, but the
braided boy waved him back.
"No, it's
okay, don't worry about it, I'll get it."
Duo sounded a bit shaken himself.
Truthfully, he was, and he refused Heero's help because if the other boy
got any closer, he thought he might have a heart attack. Does
he do this to torture me? No, that
isn't fair, he's not a tease. But oh GOD. Heero looked..."delicious" did not begin to
describe. "Stunning" did not
quite do him justice. Duo turned
around, and there he was--leaning casually against the counter, his wiry legs
coated in liquid black leather, his everpresent green tank top hanging just
loose enough to reveal the lines of his muscled chest, his short dark hair
tousled endearingly and dangling in his eyes.
Duo hoped the puddle of drool he was sure was forming around his feet
could be blamed on the sandwich.
Heero's strategic brain recognised
opportunity for what it was.
"Don't be stupid, I'll help you." It came out a little harder than he meant it to, but the effect
was the same--he knelt next to Duo on the floor, gathering up shards of broken
plate, and "accidentally" brushed his hand against Duo's. He may as well have stuck it in an
electrical socket. A jolt of sensation
swept through his body at even that slight touch, clouding his judgement,
obscuring thought, flooding his body with a new wave of desire so strong he let
out an audible moan.
"Heero? Are you all right?" Duo asked quizzically, carefully relieving
him of a handful of glass before he injured himself. When no response was forthcoming, he dumped the broken plate in
the wastebasket and brushed his fingers along
Heero's chin, tilting his face upward to peer worriedly into his
eyes. "Seriously, Heero--what's
the matter? Are you sick? What is it?
You're really out of it."
"Not
sick." Heero could feel his cheeks
warming with the blush that most assuredly coloured them--thank whatever God
cared to listen that he'd turned down the lights. Maybe Duo would just think he had a fever, and he could still get
out of this--NO! his body responded,
entirely too conscious of the soft touch of Duo's fingers on his face, and the
depth of concern in his violet eyes. He
had given himself a mission. He would
not back out! He reached quickly for
the hand that lingered against his cheek, capturing it, and pulled Duo down
toward him.
"Hee--wha--" Heero cut off the feeble attempts at speech
with a hungry, awkward, eager kiss, his tongue diving between Duo's lips to
probe his mouth as the Deathscythe pilot stood rigid in shock.
At the lack of
response, Heero pulled away, his cheeks burning with shame. I blew
it now. God, what have I done? This was a stupid idea. If he hates me I don't know what I'll do...
Strong, slender
fingers closed around his own, preventing him from pulling any further
away. "Heero...." Duo's voice was gentle, stunned, wondering. "What did you do that for?"
Heero's
whirling brain attempted to formulate an answer to that question that would not
exacerbate the situation further.
"Gomen, Duo...."
"No." The word was soft and firm. "Not sorry." Heero looked up at that, into the
intoxicating depths of bottomless violet fixed in utter awe on his face. "Heero--" A sigh became a choke as even Duo had
trouble forcing out these words.
"If you had any idea how
long I've dreamt of you doing that, you wouldn't be sorry. But you didn't answer my question. Why?
Do you really want...me?"
Heero, who was
having difficulty connecting thoughts and words and brain and mouth, nodded
wordlessly. Duo let out a long sigh and
touched his face again. "What do
you want, Heero? Tell me. Please."
And Heero, in
brutal honesty, answered him. "I
don't know."
The corner of
Duo's mouth twitched, quirking upward in a smile he tried to contain. "Well, we're off to a great start then,
aren't we?"
"I
hoped--I hoped you'd show me," Heero explained falteringly.
That earned him
a look of pure wonderment from a blank-faced Duo. "You--oh, God."
The last word came out in more of a strangled moan as the braided boy
seized Heero by the shoulders and pressed him back against the wall, their
mouths colliding in a bruising, electrifying kiss. Heero felt his knees go weak, closed his eyes against the
swirling of his clouding vision, gripped the soft folds of Duo's shirt for
everything he was worth. The other
boy's wiry, firm body pressed hungrily against his, every tingling nerve and
straining muscle easily felt even beneath the thin layer of clothing that
separated them. Duo's knee bumped his
thighs, nudging his legs apart, thrusting the proof of his desire against
Heero's groin til the Wing pilot, dizzy with lust, thought he would either cry
or scream.
"Shouldn't
we...bedroom...?" he managed to gasp, clinging desperately to Duo, not
quite trusting his own ability to stand.
Duo pulled a
little away, managing to look amused even through the naked lust that dominated
his expression. "I suppose we
should," he agreed breathlessly.
"There's still glass on the floor, and nothin' spoils the mood
quite like the wrong kind of pain...."
Heero was not coherent enough to ask him what the "right" kind
of pain was, he just stumbled away from the wall, concentrating on keeping
himself upright. Duo was like a
drug. A powerful, incapacitating drug.
"Now that
won't do...." The Deathscythe pilot murmured in his ear, wrapping an arm
around his waist. "We'll never
make it to the bed at this rate."
The next thing Heero knew, Duo had swung him up into his arms, cradling
him against his chest as he carried him toward the bedroom.
Heero, long
past the point of embarrassment, merely marveled that the other boy could still
walk.
Duo, part of
his brain still refusing to believe that any of this was actually happening,
deposited his prize onto the bed and paused for a moment to just stare in
wonderment. It was happening. It was
real. Heero, flushed and hard and more
beautiful in his arousal than Duo had even dared to dream, was sprawled on his
back in the centre of the bed Duo had wanted for so long to share, reaching for
him, gazing at him with unbridled lust in his deep blue eyes. I
hoped you'd show me. The
recollection of the words, of Heero's stumbling through them, of the
intoxicating innocence in the Wing pilot's voice--it took all the God of
Death's considerable willpower not to just pounce on him and ravish him. But no, he was going to do this right. He would make Heero beg, scream, and fly
before this night was over. He felt
himself get harder at the mere thought.
Heero propped
himself up on his elbows, looking at Duo expectantly. "You coming?"
Duo
giggled. "Oh yeah. And so are you. But not yet." He
crawled over Heero, kissing him fervently, pushing him back down into the
bed. "Now just lie back and enjoy
for a while, koi. Let me play."
Heero could not
have been more willing to obey. Duo
straddled his thighs, teasingly close to the erection that strained in its
leather confines, and drew his hands down Heero's cotton-clad chest. Even that touch ached, and the blue-eyed boy
arched into him, pleading. Duo's
fingers toyed with his waistband, unfastening, tugging at the hem of his shirt,
never quite touching his bare skin or
sliding beneath the leather than encased him.
He moaned, and Duo rewarded him by slipping his tank top upward, baring
his chest, lightly drawing his fingernails across his tingling skin. He raised his arms over his head, hopeful,
and Duo obliged, ridding him of the unwanted garment and tossing it
unceremoniously onto the floor. Then
strong fingers closed around his wrists, pressed his hands into the mattress,
and the end of a long braid tickled his chest as Duo bent to swirl his tongue
around one taut nipple. "I said
just let me play," he reprimanded gently, accenting his words with a nip at Heero's chest that made
him whimper, his body writhing in urgent need against the slender form
stretched atop his own.
The
sensation was unbearable, unbelievable,
intoxicating. Duo's mouth toyed with
his nipples, his tongue swirled along flushed skin, drawing a damp trail of
teasing kisses down the length of his chest.
Heero's moans and gasps melted together into a long string of incoherent
pleading tones as that mouth meticulously set his body aflame. By the time Duo straightened, peeling
Heero's pants slowly from his legs, the Wing pilot was trembling, rendered
unable to do any more than watch and obey Duo's gentle instruction to 'just lie
back and enjoy.'
He almost
screamed when Duo swallowed him--the hot wetness of the other boy's mouth
enveloping his throbbing shaft, his tongue flicking light teasing circles
around the head and then the harder, rougher suction that made his cock writhe
in Duo's mouth of its own accord. He watched
his lover's head bob and move against him til his vision blurred white at the
edges, and he felt warmth gathering
in his body, centred at his groin.
"Not yet,
lover," Duo admonished gently, lifting his head away, leaving Heero's body
straining in disappointment and lust.
Heero wanted to scream, but it came out as a strangled, desperate cry.
"Please--Duo,
please, please--" He babbled,
reaching for the boy whose body was even now lifting away from him, capturing
the end of a long chestnut braid.
"I'm not
goin' anywhere," Duo promised, his voice husky, freeing his hair from
Heero's grasp. "Just gettin' a
little hot myself, that's all...."
As the orgasmic fog cleared from Heero's eyes he could watch the god of
death--for god he certainly appeared--shedding his shirt, letting it drop from
his body, followed not soon enough by black trousers and boxer shorts til he
was standing gloriously nude and frustratingly out of Heero's reach.
"Hair?"
mumbled Heero, hoping that single syllable communicated the question he hoped
to convey.
A smile broke
across Duo's face, and he tugged long chestnut locks free of their confining
braid. "You like it down?" he
asked, surprised and pleased, and Heero nodded eagerly. His fondest fantasies had involved Duo's
hair, falling around him, cloaking him, brushing against his skin.... He
reached out again in wordless entreaty, and the violet-eyed boy obliged,
crawling atop him again and claiming his lips in a fervent kiss.
"Duo?"
Heero forced the word out, muffled it in their mouths, thrust his tongue
between his lover's lips. At the other
boy's answering moan, he whispered pointedly, "I want you to show me everything...."
Duo's response
was an inarticulate moan, as he grabbed Heero's shoulders roughly and pushed
himself up over the dizzy Wing pilot. Maybe I'm dead. That's it. I'm dead, I'm in Heaven--that mission was harder than
I thought. Or I'm dreaming. God.
Who cares. He nudged Heero's
legs apart and settled himself between them, still spreading fire-blossom
kisses over every inch of flushed, hot skin.
His world was spinning out of control and he didn't want to stop
it--didn't even want to try. He slipped
a finger inside Heero and was rewarded with a pleading cry and Heero's erection
leaping into his other hand. He pumped
the boy's weeping member roughly, reveling in each urgent moan he elicited from
those luscious lips. Heero was too
distracted by pleasure to notice when one finger became two, and then three,
his body arcing toward the ceiling, his ragged breathing a testament to his own
desire.
"Duo--"
It was no more than a gasp, a whispered prayer. "Fuck me, Duo, please--" It was also more than the longhaired boy's tattered self-control
was capable of withstanding. He bent
forward to kiss Heero tempestuously, the edges of his comprehension blurring as
he fumbled for the bedside drawer, coated himself and Heero, then hooked the
other boy's legs over his shoulders.
Heero writhed beneath him, trying to impale himself on Duo's pulsing
shaft, and Duo wanted nothing more than to oblige him. But he didn't want to hurt him, either--so
mustering his abused willpower once again, he forced himself to drive in
slowly, to let his virgin lover's body adjust to his presence.
Heero's body
wanted nothing more than to have Duo inside it. The pain was negligible, the pleasure excruciating. He rocked against the slow, deliberate
movements--too slow, too slow!
"Harder," he whimpered, reaching futilely upward, trying to grab
Duo and yank him into action. "Please."
The last
vestiges of Duo's battered control crumbled and fell away. He thrust against Heero, impaling him. He drowned in the cries of intense,
mind-numbing pleasure that echoed in his ears as he pounded into his lover,
rhythm giving way to desperation as they spiraled together into euphoria.
Fog and white
fire converged within Heero again, and he screamed Duo's name to the stars as
his body convulsed, showering them both in his warm seed, his head thrown back,
his arms splayed to his sides. The
sight of Heero's passion, and the sound of his name on those lips, was all it
took for Duo to join him, emptying himself into his lover, trembling with the
force of his own orgasm. Heero freed
himself, wrapping his arms around Duo and clinging to him, his face more
relaxed and peaceful than Duo remembered ever seeing it before. Their damp, sticky bodies collapsed together
in a tangle of limbs, heartbeats gradually slowing, ragged breathing finally
easing into the daze of afterglow.
Heero nuzzled
into the hollow of Duo's neck, mumbling something.
"Hm?"
Duo asked, kissing the tousled mop of dark hair that tickled his chin.
"I said,
mission accomplished," Heero slurred sleepily.
A tolerant
smile quirked Duo's lips. "So I was a mission, was I?" he said in
mock affront, tightening his arms around the body spooned against his own.
Heero twisted
in his arms to smile up at him. Heero
seldom smiled, and the sight took Duo's recently-regained breath away. "Aa.
But if it makes you feel better, I have another mission for
tomorrow," he said, pausing expectantly.
Duo recognised
the hint for what it was. "What
mission?"
Heero, looking
pleased with himself, kissed him before answering. "Tomorrow I show you
how well I learned," he explained smugly.
Duo laughed in
delight, capturing Heero's lips for a lingering kiss. "Then tomorrow, koi," he teased gently, "I suggest
you let me eat first."
~Owari~