Part One of "Eien Ni" by Marie Whi Mitshue (1 of 6)
Author's Note & Warnings: This story –all six parts – are YAOI, SHOUNEN AI, whatever. It is just a story of love. (smile!) It has absolutely NOTHING to do with the timeline or the plot of the series or the OVA/movie.
This is limey, at the most, since it was, like, the second GW story I ever wrote, and at the time I was afraid to even try to write lemon! So the style and characters may be a little… off. *shrug*
I like the pairings of 1x2/2x1 and 3x4/4x3. (Or 1+2/2+1 and 3+4/4+3…I hate trying to figure out which to use, so I just use the ones with the x's!!) I am an unabashed fan of Heero and Duo!
You don't like that, or yaoi, or me, then *don't* read this. And that was fair bloody warning!
Oh, yeah, I don't own'em – I wish I did!!! – They belong to, like, Bandai, Sunrise and/or Sotsu Agency, or something like that, I can't quite remember.
"Eien ni" means "forever", but that's the only Japanese word I'm gonna translate. I don't think I used too many more, and if you read a lot of GW fics, then you should have picked up on some Japanese yourself.
One last thing – feedback is surely appreciated, but if you flame me I will just ignore you! Yours is not the only opinion in the world.
Arigato! And gomen nasai for the big-ass author's note.
May 30, 2002 (dug out and revised; originally wrote Nov. 2000!!!)
//thoughts//
*emphasis* (the more **, the greater the emphasis)
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Duo Maxwell, pilot of Gundam Deathscythe Hell, and self-proclaimed God of Death, adjusted his fantasy novel {1} he was pretending to read, and went back to what he was really doing, indulging in one of his favourite past times: covert Heero-watching.
Heero Yuy was sitting on the other side of the dorm room, working at his laptop. He wore only those black spandex shorts of his, usual green tank top and a damp towel discarded on one of the two beds beyond him. Light from the window across from the Japanese pilot picked out highlights in his dark brown hair, still damp from the shower, and gleamed on his skin, those finely-carved features, his impassive expression and the light all working together to create a beautiful, unreal mask of immobile angle, shadow and light. {2}
And the light gilded the nicely muscled torso and arms that were bare, much to Duo's hidden delight. God, Heero was such a *hottie*!!!
Duo rolled his eyes at himself. He was practically drooling! //Time to actually read this book.// He thought. //If Heero looks up and catches you with that stupid, goofy, lustful expression you have on your face – oh, please, don't try to deny it, that body *merits* such an expression – he'll 'omae wo korosu' you for real, Maxwell.// Duo bit his lip, but couldn't resist one last ogle. //Yeah, one last sizing up. Oh, you are such a hentai! Even if Heero ever thought about something beyond "THE MISSION", he could have the bloody Queen of the World. Why would he want you, Duo- talks-too-much-laughs-too-much-irritating-baka-Maxwell?//
His blue-violet eyes slowly swept up Heero's flat, muscled, washboard tummy – //heh, that lifetime of training was good for *something*// – up the muscled wall of his lean chest, along the curve of his arm, over the bulge of bicep muscle beneath smooth, golden-toned skin, over the slope of Heero's shoulders – //*EEP!*//
A pair of intense cobalt blue eyes caught Duo's violet ones as his gaze went up, and he realised Heero had caught him staring. How much of Duo's last ogle had he caught?
//Not that it matters,// Duo thought, still ensnared in the dark depths of the Japanese pilot's eyes, heart beating furiously, cheeks reddening, //I look like a starving wolf eyeing a defenceless lamb, hunger, craving – wanting – plain on my face.//
"Duo…" Heero began, in that familiar, flat monotone that usually spoke the words 'I will kill you', and Duo surged to his feet, long, chestnut braid slapping against his back and hip as it swung with his movements, dropping the unread novel on the chair he's been draped over. He interrupted Heero, afraid of what his friend was going to say. Or what he was going to do. There was no way to deny he'd been drooling over the Wing ZERO pilot's awesome bod, and he didn't lie, so that left one option – run. Run like hell, and hope the Perfect Soldier didn't feel like hunting him down today.
"Heero, oi, gomen, I, I gotta go, jaa~a!!"
He spun around and started to flee, seeking the closed dorm room door and safety beyond.
Started to, for a hand closed on his braid and jerked him to a stop with a startled, pained yelp and a hasty stumble to keep his balance. {3}
"OWW!!" Duo turned, clutching his scalp and stared back at Heero, who stood behind him, one hand still clasping the tail end of Duo's thick, thigh-length, chestnut braid. //K'so, but he can move fast!// "N..nani, Heero?" He tried to ask casually, but the stammer in his voice betrayed him. //Stupid time to stammer! I talk myself into trouble all the damn time; it should be used to me making a fool of myself, and help me out of it!//
Heero didn't answer, just searched Duo's face and eyes intently, those cobalt eyes burning, making Duo's breath catch, lips parting slightly. The tiny motion refocused Heero's stare to Duo's mouth and the American found himself unable to draw breath at all.
Abruptly, Heero grabbed Duo's shoulders and pushed him up against the door he had almost made it to. One hand move momentarily from Duo to lock the door, and Duo closed his eyes, not wanting to see his doom coming, gulping at the click of the lock that sounded *so* loud in the silence of the room.
//I'mdeadI'mdeadI'mdeadI'mdead,// ran through his head in a crazy little voice that, oddly enough, sounded like Quatre on helium.{4}
Heero's hands tightened on Duo's shoulders, then slid down to curve around Duo's biceps.
//He's gonna rip me apart,// Duo moaned mentally, //Bye-bye, Deathscythe. Oooooohhhhhh, this is gonna hurt…//
Then Heero's body was pressed roughly against his own, as close as could be, and Duo's eyes flew open in stunned surprise. //What the –?!//
Heero's face was mere millimetres from his own, his breath warm on Duo's cheek. Then Heero's mouth was closing over his and Duo's eyes drifted shut of their own volition as his brain shut off. Heero's mouth moved passionately against his, and then he captured Duo's bottom lip between his teeth, nipping lightly. Duo moaned, and Heero took advantage of the parting of Duo's lips to slip his tongue inside.
Duo's hands rose from his sides to clasp at Heero's slender, muscled waist weakly as Heero utterly ravished his mouth, slowly and thoroughly. If Heero hadn't had him pinned against the door with his body, Duo would have collapsed, because apparently his knees had defected to the enemy and were no longer there.
When Heero finally broke the kiss, both boys were breathing fast and hard, and Duo had a dreamy, dazed expression plastered across his face. His violet eyes opened slowly, and he blushed, for the proof of his arousal was pressing against Heero's thigh.
Then his eyes widened, for he realised he could feel the proof of *Heero's* arousal pressing against his hip.
"H..Heero…" He managed to get out.
Heero's hand rose and he shifted, making a little space between their bodies. He yanked off Duo's thin, black, uniform tie, dropped it, and began to undo Duo's white school uniform shirt.
"Yes, Duo?" He answered, single-mindedly working on the buttons.
"W..what…you…me…I…but…" Duo stammered… then he moaned breathlessly, for Heero had pulled open Duo's now-unbuttoned shirt, bent and was sucking at a nipple.
"…what…are…you…" Duo tried to continue, but Heero's long-fingered hands had slipped under his shirt and was setting his skin on fire as they roamed over him. Not to mention his mouth and tongue moving over his chest. Duo's head fell back against the door as his breathing grew ragged, eyes half-shut.
"…doing…Hee –" His voice died completely when Heero's head moved up, nipping, kissing, licking and sucking at his throat. His teeth nipped at Duo's earlobe, and he growled roughly in Duo's ear.
"If you don't know what I'm doing than you're a bigger baka than I thought, Duo." His voice was husky with desire, soft with emotion. "Do you want me to stop?"
Duo shook his head furiously – he so did *not* want him to stop – and decided to shut up for once and enjoy his unexpected good luck. He wrapped his arms around Heero's bare waist, shuddering as Heero's hands slid down to cup and caress his bottom.
Heero's head came up from the hollow of Duo's throat and he captured Duo's mouth again, hungrily.
"Duo…" He groaned against Duo's mouth. He swooped him up in his arms and dropped him gently onto his bed, kneeling over him. "I want you." Heero said bluntly, voice raspy. "If you have any objection, tell me now. Otherwise, I'm going to make love to you until we're both puddles of useless flesh."
Duo chuckle breathlessly, eyes shining. "It's a start…" He grinned as he tugged Heero down to him.
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Duo lay on his back on the rumpled sheets of Heero's bed, long chestnut hair unbound, and falling all over the pillow, sheets and both boys. Heero was curled up to his side, one arm flung around Duo's waist, fingers idly drawing circles on Duo's flushed, dampened bare skin. His other hand was playing with a shining lock of Duo's hair. Heero's head lay against his bare shoulder, and Duo grinned down at his half-asleep lover.
//My lover!!!// He thought again, in joyous disbelief. And who wound have believed that Heero Yuy was a cuddler?! Duo damned well knew that *he* was, but *Heero*…
Oh, well, he wasn't complaining, not by a long shot!
His grin turned goofy as he let the memory of what they had just done was over him, feeling tingles of remembered pleasure. Then he had a thought, one that faded his smile.
"Heero…?" He said softly.
"Ummmm…" Came the reply. "Nani?"
"Was…did you like…was I okay?" He asked in a small voice. *He* had enjoyed himself – that was way too weak a word to describe the way he had felt – and Heero had *seemed* to, but…Duo had never done this before and had no way to judge.
Heero sat up, turning to stare down at Duo.
"What do you mean? Didn't *you* like it?" Heero's surprised expression had faded to his usual, impassive mask.
Duo sat up too, his loose, tangled hair swirling around him. "Oh, God, *yes*, Heero! I…it was the best thing that has ever, **ever**," he repeated fiercely, "happened to me! But…I…you *know* I've never…you were my first," His mind added, //and the only, the only one I'll ever want,// but he didn't say it. "And I wasn't…I'm not sure if I…pleased you…" Duo babbled.
Heero stared at him for a second.
"Duo, what exactly do incoherent moans and gasps mean to you? I assure you I wasn't faking them. I fact, you pleased me so much, they were all I could get out, besides your name."
Duo's cheeks flushed. 'Really?!" He whispered happily. At Heero's nod, Duo pulled the other boy into his arms and buried his face against his neck. "Thank you, Heero." His voice was muffled against Heero's skin.
Heero wrapped his arms around Duo, and rested his cheek against Duo's hair.
"*Thank you*, Duo, for staring at me earlier. I would have never done this otherwise."
Duo snorted with laughter. "Then I wish you had caught me before. This was hardly the first time I drooled over you."
"I hope it won't be the last." Heero said.
"Heero, do you know how hard it was not to stare at you every chance I could? Now that I can do it without worrying that you'll catch me, or kill me if you catch me… I think I'll never do anything else!" Duo giggled.
Heero lifted Duo's head. "What? *Nothing* else?" He teased.
Duo shrugged. "Well," He drawled, pretending to consider, "perhaps you can convince me."
Heero's smile was pure seduction. "Hn. Perhaps I can at that."{5}
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END OF PART ONE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
{1} If anyone is interested (and that's a big if) the book Duo's not reading is "The Green Rider" by Kristen Britain. It is a very good book and I recommend it to all.
{2} Now that's a mental picture!
{3} And how many times, in how many fics, have Duo been yanked off his feet by someone grabbing his braid? OWW!
{4} Apologies to Quatre.
{5} Oh, I just *bet* he can!!
I decide to translate for those who haven't picked up a little Japanese, or are new to GW:
Omae wo korosu – Heero's trademark line of 'I will kill you'. Unless, of course, you get only the Cartoon Network edited episodes, then it's "I will destroy you'.
Hentai – pervert
Baka – idiot, moron, etc.
Oi – Hey
Gomen – Sorry
Jaa~a! – 'Bye!
K'so (kuso) – Damn
Nani – What?
Author's Note & Warnings: This story –all six parts – are YAOI, SHOUNEN AI, whatever. It is just a story of love. (smile!) It has absolutely NOTHING to do with the timeline or the plot of the series or the OVA/movie.
This is limey, at the most, since it was, like, the second GW story I ever wrote, and at the time I was afraid to even try to write lemon! So the style and characters may be a little… off. *shrug*
I like the pairings of 1x2/2x1 and 3x4/4x3. (Or 1+2/2+1 and 3+4/4+3…I hate trying to figure out which to use, so I just use the ones with the x's!!) I am an unabashed fan of Heero and Duo!
You don't like that, or yaoi, or me, then *don't* read this. And that was fair bloody warning!
Oh, yeah, I don't own'em – I wish I did!!! – They belong to, like, Bandai, Sunrise and/or Sotsu Agency, or something like that, I can't quite remember.
"Eien ni" means "forever", but that's the only Japanese word I'm gonna translate. I don't think I used too many more, and if you read a lot of GW fics, then you should have picked up on some Japanese yourself.
One last thing – feedback is surely appreciated, but if you flame me I will just ignore you! Yours is not the only opinion in the world.
Arigato! And gomen nasai for the big-ass author's note.
May 30, 2002 (dug out and revised; originally wrote Nov. 2000!!!)
//thoughts//
*emphasis* (the more **, the greater the emphasis)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Duo Maxwell, pilot of Gundam Deathscythe Hell, and self-proclaimed God of Death, adjusted his fantasy novel {1} he was pretending to read, and went back to what he was really doing, indulging in one of his favourite past times: covert Heero-watching.
Heero Yuy was sitting on the other side of the dorm room, working at his laptop. He wore only those black spandex shorts of his, usual green tank top and a damp towel discarded on one of the two beds beyond him. Light from the window across from the Japanese pilot picked out highlights in his dark brown hair, still damp from the shower, and gleamed on his skin, those finely-carved features, his impassive expression and the light all working together to create a beautiful, unreal mask of immobile angle, shadow and light. {2}
And the light gilded the nicely muscled torso and arms that were bare, much to Duo's hidden delight. God, Heero was such a *hottie*!!!
Duo rolled his eyes at himself. He was practically drooling! //Time to actually read this book.// He thought. //If Heero looks up and catches you with that stupid, goofy, lustful expression you have on your face – oh, please, don't try to deny it, that body *merits* such an expression – he'll 'omae wo korosu' you for real, Maxwell.// Duo bit his lip, but couldn't resist one last ogle. //Yeah, one last sizing up. Oh, you are such a hentai! Even if Heero ever thought about something beyond "THE MISSION", he could have the bloody Queen of the World. Why would he want you, Duo- talks-too-much-laughs-too-much-irritating-baka-Maxwell?//
His blue-violet eyes slowly swept up Heero's flat, muscled, washboard tummy – //heh, that lifetime of training was good for *something*// – up the muscled wall of his lean chest, along the curve of his arm, over the bulge of bicep muscle beneath smooth, golden-toned skin, over the slope of Heero's shoulders – //*EEP!*//
A pair of intense cobalt blue eyes caught Duo's violet ones as his gaze went up, and he realised Heero had caught him staring. How much of Duo's last ogle had he caught?
//Not that it matters,// Duo thought, still ensnared in the dark depths of the Japanese pilot's eyes, heart beating furiously, cheeks reddening, //I look like a starving wolf eyeing a defenceless lamb, hunger, craving – wanting – plain on my face.//
"Duo…" Heero began, in that familiar, flat monotone that usually spoke the words 'I will kill you', and Duo surged to his feet, long, chestnut braid slapping against his back and hip as it swung with his movements, dropping the unread novel on the chair he's been draped over. He interrupted Heero, afraid of what his friend was going to say. Or what he was going to do. There was no way to deny he'd been drooling over the Wing ZERO pilot's awesome bod, and he didn't lie, so that left one option – run. Run like hell, and hope the Perfect Soldier didn't feel like hunting him down today.
"Heero, oi, gomen, I, I gotta go, jaa~a!!"
He spun around and started to flee, seeking the closed dorm room door and safety beyond.
Started to, for a hand closed on his braid and jerked him to a stop with a startled, pained yelp and a hasty stumble to keep his balance. {3}
"OWW!!" Duo turned, clutching his scalp and stared back at Heero, who stood behind him, one hand still clasping the tail end of Duo's thick, thigh-length, chestnut braid. //K'so, but he can move fast!// "N..nani, Heero?" He tried to ask casually, but the stammer in his voice betrayed him. //Stupid time to stammer! I talk myself into trouble all the damn time; it should be used to me making a fool of myself, and help me out of it!//
Heero didn't answer, just searched Duo's face and eyes intently, those cobalt eyes burning, making Duo's breath catch, lips parting slightly. The tiny motion refocused Heero's stare to Duo's mouth and the American found himself unable to draw breath at all.
Abruptly, Heero grabbed Duo's shoulders and pushed him up against the door he had almost made it to. One hand move momentarily from Duo to lock the door, and Duo closed his eyes, not wanting to see his doom coming, gulping at the click of the lock that sounded *so* loud in the silence of the room.
//I'mdeadI'mdeadI'mdeadI'mdead,// ran through his head in a crazy little voice that, oddly enough, sounded like Quatre on helium.{4}
Heero's hands tightened on Duo's shoulders, then slid down to curve around Duo's biceps.
//He's gonna rip me apart,// Duo moaned mentally, //Bye-bye, Deathscythe. Oooooohhhhhh, this is gonna hurt…//
Then Heero's body was pressed roughly against his own, as close as could be, and Duo's eyes flew open in stunned surprise. //What the –?!//
Heero's face was mere millimetres from his own, his breath warm on Duo's cheek. Then Heero's mouth was closing over his and Duo's eyes drifted shut of their own volition as his brain shut off. Heero's mouth moved passionately against his, and then he captured Duo's bottom lip between his teeth, nipping lightly. Duo moaned, and Heero took advantage of the parting of Duo's lips to slip his tongue inside.
Duo's hands rose from his sides to clasp at Heero's slender, muscled waist weakly as Heero utterly ravished his mouth, slowly and thoroughly. If Heero hadn't had him pinned against the door with his body, Duo would have collapsed, because apparently his knees had defected to the enemy and were no longer there.
When Heero finally broke the kiss, both boys were breathing fast and hard, and Duo had a dreamy, dazed expression plastered across his face. His violet eyes opened slowly, and he blushed, for the proof of his arousal was pressing against Heero's thigh.
Then his eyes widened, for he realised he could feel the proof of *Heero's* arousal pressing against his hip.
"H..Heero…" He managed to get out.
Heero's hand rose and he shifted, making a little space between their bodies. He yanked off Duo's thin, black, uniform tie, dropped it, and began to undo Duo's white school uniform shirt.
"Yes, Duo?" He answered, single-mindedly working on the buttons.
"W..what…you…me…I…but…" Duo stammered… then he moaned breathlessly, for Heero had pulled open Duo's now-unbuttoned shirt, bent and was sucking at a nipple.
"…what…are…you…" Duo tried to continue, but Heero's long-fingered hands had slipped under his shirt and was setting his skin on fire as they roamed over him. Not to mention his mouth and tongue moving over his chest. Duo's head fell back against the door as his breathing grew ragged, eyes half-shut.
"…doing…Hee –" His voice died completely when Heero's head moved up, nipping, kissing, licking and sucking at his throat. His teeth nipped at Duo's earlobe, and he growled roughly in Duo's ear.
"If you don't know what I'm doing than you're a bigger baka than I thought, Duo." His voice was husky with desire, soft with emotion. "Do you want me to stop?"
Duo shook his head furiously – he so did *not* want him to stop – and decided to shut up for once and enjoy his unexpected good luck. He wrapped his arms around Heero's bare waist, shuddering as Heero's hands slid down to cup and caress his bottom.
Heero's head came up from the hollow of Duo's throat and he captured Duo's mouth again, hungrily.
"Duo…" He groaned against Duo's mouth. He swooped him up in his arms and dropped him gently onto his bed, kneeling over him. "I want you." Heero said bluntly, voice raspy. "If you have any objection, tell me now. Otherwise, I'm going to make love to you until we're both puddles of useless flesh."
Duo chuckle breathlessly, eyes shining. "It's a start…" He grinned as he tugged Heero down to him.
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Duo lay on his back on the rumpled sheets of Heero's bed, long chestnut hair unbound, and falling all over the pillow, sheets and both boys. Heero was curled up to his side, one arm flung around Duo's waist, fingers idly drawing circles on Duo's flushed, dampened bare skin. His other hand was playing with a shining lock of Duo's hair. Heero's head lay against his bare shoulder, and Duo grinned down at his half-asleep lover.
//My lover!!!// He thought again, in joyous disbelief. And who wound have believed that Heero Yuy was a cuddler?! Duo damned well knew that *he* was, but *Heero*…
Oh, well, he wasn't complaining, not by a long shot!
His grin turned goofy as he let the memory of what they had just done was over him, feeling tingles of remembered pleasure. Then he had a thought, one that faded his smile.
"Heero…?" He said softly.
"Ummmm…" Came the reply. "Nani?"
"Was…did you like…was I okay?" He asked in a small voice. *He* had enjoyed himself – that was way too weak a word to describe the way he had felt – and Heero had *seemed* to, but…Duo had never done this before and had no way to judge.
Heero sat up, turning to stare down at Duo.
"What do you mean? Didn't *you* like it?" Heero's surprised expression had faded to his usual, impassive mask.
Duo sat up too, his loose, tangled hair swirling around him. "Oh, God, *yes*, Heero! I…it was the best thing that has ever, **ever**," he repeated fiercely, "happened to me! But…I…you *know* I've never…you were my first," His mind added, //and the only, the only one I'll ever want,// but he didn't say it. "And I wasn't…I'm not sure if I…pleased you…" Duo babbled.
Heero stared at him for a second.
"Duo, what exactly do incoherent moans and gasps mean to you? I assure you I wasn't faking them. I fact, you pleased me so much, they were all I could get out, besides your name."
Duo's cheeks flushed. 'Really?!" He whispered happily. At Heero's nod, Duo pulled the other boy into his arms and buried his face against his neck. "Thank you, Heero." His voice was muffled against Heero's skin.
Heero wrapped his arms around Duo, and rested his cheek against Duo's hair.
"*Thank you*, Duo, for staring at me earlier. I would have never done this otherwise."
Duo snorted with laughter. "Then I wish you had caught me before. This was hardly the first time I drooled over you."
"I hope it won't be the last." Heero said.
"Heero, do you know how hard it was not to stare at you every chance I could? Now that I can do it without worrying that you'll catch me, or kill me if you catch me… I think I'll never do anything else!" Duo giggled.
Heero lifted Duo's head. "What? *Nothing* else?" He teased.
Duo shrugged. "Well," He drawled, pretending to consider, "perhaps you can convince me."
Heero's smile was pure seduction. "Hn. Perhaps I can at that."{5}
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END OF PART ONE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
{1} If anyone is interested (and that's a big if) the book Duo's not reading is "The Green Rider" by Kristen Britain. It is a very good book and I recommend it to all.
{2} Now that's a mental picture!
{3} And how many times, in how many fics, have Duo been yanked off his feet by someone grabbing his braid? OWW!
{4} Apologies to Quatre.
{5} Oh, I just *bet* he can!!
I decide to translate for those who haven't picked up a little Japanese, or are new to GW:
Omae wo korosu – Heero's trademark line of 'I will kill you'. Unless, of course, you get only the Cartoon Network edited episodes, then it's "I will destroy you'.
Hentai – pervert
Baka – idiot, moron, etc.
Oi – Hey
Gomen – Sorry
Jaa~a! – 'Bye!
K'so (kuso) – Damn
Nani – What?