I think this is one of those moments where you want to pinch yourself, or have someone else do it for you. I mean I'm cooking for my husband, my seventeen year old husband. I glance at him over my shoulder. He looks completely relaxed, like hearing you've just married a stranger four years your senior is a common everyday occurrence. He takes a sip of his tea and scrunches his nose up a bit. Maybe he doesn't like chamomile, it took me forever to get used to the taste.
"So, um, what's there to do around here?" I pause in my cooking, and blink in astonishment.
"You've never been here before?" I accidentally burn some of the bacon, and quickly toss it out before I continue frying the rest.
"Never on this side of town." I can hear the wonder in his voice as he takes a deep sigh. "Its really nice over here. What do you do for a living?" How to answer that. Let's see there's: I work as killer-for-hire, or I steal things for the highest bidder, usually the government. May hap the ever popular, none of you're business. I place the food in front of him and begins to pick at it.
"I work for law enforcement. Sometimes I help Preventor's, sometimes the government directly. I guess it just depends on how I feel when I get the job request." I take a bite of my own eggs and study his face for a moment. There's a soft quality to his features, but I feel like there's something about him that belies that initial feeling of fragility. He looks at me before taking his own bite of food. We eat in a slightly awkward silence. I can't help but think of my almost mistake. I don't know what compelled me to touch him like that —maybe the way his skin seemed to radiate with that intoxicating scent, but I don't want to take advantage of him. Or rush into anything, if we do decide to make this work. Don't need another mark on my record.
"That's cool. I don't think I could do something like that. Not a fan of violence." The smile he gives me is a bit mischievous, and I can't help but feel a little turned on by it. Damn I barely know him and he's already having this effect on me. Maybe I've been missing Heero a little too much.
"Yeah, it isn't for everybody. So what about you? I won't ask you about your job because you probably don't have one, but where did you live before here." He looks away and pushes his plate aside from his body. His body seems to tense for a bit, and he scowls, actually it's rather more of a cute pout.
"Not a very nice place. It wasn't anywhere near here, but, uh, I remember it very vividly. Even though I don't really want to." There's this vacant look in his eyes. He almost reminds me of a war victim.
"Is it related to the war? The place where you used to live, was it something that happened during or because of the war?" He blinks at me and smiles the most morose smile I've ever seen.
"I really wish." He stands up and begins to walk away. "Can I take a shower? I don't actually have any clothes but, ha, I guess I'll just have to wear another one of your shirts."
"Uh yeah, you can use the one in the... bedroom." I watch him leave and just can't help but replay his words in my head. I really wish? Who wishes to be a war victim. Fuck, whatever happened is obviously something pretty bad. And he apparently doesn't want to talk about it.
"Hey Duo? Do have anything that doesn't smell so, well manly." I look up from my laptop on the table in the living room, straight at a very welcoming sight. He's wearing one of my shirts again, just like he said but this one a bit shorter than the last one. It's black with a gold swirling design on it, and it barely extends three-fourths of the way down his thigh. It's very clear that he doesn't have anything underneath either, and I can feel myself reacting to just the sight of him. He sits down on the arm rest right next to me, and I find myself captivated as the hem rides um higher onto his thigh. The smell of my body wash fills my nose and I can tell why he doesn't like. The scent really doesn't suit him at all. It masks the natural cherubic scent that seems to linger around him.
"I don't, but I can go get some for you if you want. I need to get some other things, and getting you some clothes would probably be a good start. I can pick up toiletries on the way." I receive an absent-minded nod in response.
"Thanks." There's a slight frown tugging at his lips, "You really don't have to get me much. I feel like such a moocher." I shake my head, observing as a delicate hand lightly traces his own thigh.
"It's not a problem, besides you can't walk around in my clothes all the time. At least not in public." He chuckles lightly before, sliding his way onto my lap. I lean backwards to avoid colliding with him and allow him to shift around— even though its killing me— until he finds a comfortable position. H\e chose to sit with his legs spread out length wise on the couch, facing me slightly.
"So what are we gonna do. About this, I mean?" He raises his left-hand and I look at the band on his ring finger. I shift my arms around his waist and grab his left-hand with my own.
"Honestly, I've really got no clue. This as much of a shock to me as it is to you. What would your family say about this?" Gold eyes turn to look at me with an unreadable expression.
"I don't have one. What about yours?" I shake my head again.
"I don't have one either. Well the people I like to consider family don't exactly like to think the same about me." I feel him squeeze my hand and rest on further onto my torso. His petite body feels nice against my own. Far different from Heero, who was usually doing the holding anyway.
"It sounds like you guys aren't really all that close." I give a throaty laugh, and he snuggles into me again. He sure isn't shy about his affections.
"I suppose not anymore, but we used to be."
"During the war?" I'm surprised by his inquiry, but I quickly shake it off. Really, not many people don't know who I am.
"Yeah, during the war. But I guess when you're put in a situation where you don't know when you're gonna be shot at or blown up next, you tend to create a special kind of bond. After all they are the ones watching your back." I smile as he buries his head into my neck, caressing it gently with his lips.
"You would think that would make a bond unbreakable." His breath heats my neck, and I can feel that my body is starting to respond, which means he can too. "Well you know what?" I can't articulate an answer because his mouth begins to suck on the junction at the base of my neck, right above my collar. "That they're stupid for giving something like that up. Not everyone gets to have relationships like that." I simply growl out something unintelligible as his hands start to feel up my chest. He shifts around to straddle me and starts planting kisses along my jaw line. I guess there's no use in playing it safe if he's more than willing to participate, huh? I let my own hands travel up and down his backside, and every once in awhile allow my hands to linger, and even grip, his butt. He plants lingering kisses along my cheeks, painting a path up to my eyes down my nose and then finally allows his own mouth to meet my own.
I let the feelings wash over me as I slowly begin to take over the kiss. I let my tongue slide across his bottom lip, gently asking to be let in. He willingly opens his mouth to permit me access. Despite my first impression of his meekness he doesn't allow me to fully dominate him. He isn't brash in his defiance, rather sly about the way he bends my tongue to his will just when I think I've won. I slip my hands underneath the fabric of his shirt, and find to my delight, that his indeed wearing no underwear. My fingers travel up the smooth planes of his back, feeling along the vertebrae as they reach up to his shoulder blades and back down again. He shudders as they graze over his butt and down his cleft, the friction causing me to harden to an almost painful peak. He moans into my mouth as my hands travel forward to his stomach, tracing up his abs and over a pert nipples. I play with both between my fingers, enjoying the noises hes emitting from between the lips twined with my own.
"Tease," he breathes before latching back onto my mouth gracefully. I offer a guttural laugh that quickly turns into a moan as he begins to grind his hips into mine. His hands tangle in my hair, pulling my face closer to his. I bring my left hand back around and down to his ass, and allow my right hand to travel slowly down his front. He's purring into my mouth now, his hips starting to pick up speed. I can tell we're both close now so I bring my hands to his waist and lift him. He doesn't move back down as release him from my grasp, so I get the chance to slide my pants down. As soon as they're to my knees he sits back onto me and the friction is almost unbearable. My left-hand returns to his buttocks and slips down to tease his entrance. I begin to press in—
Beep. Incoming video chat. Incoming video chat.
"Oh shit. Not now." I whisper. Raphael lets out an irritated growl and plants his forehead onto my shoulder. I want to laugh but then I remember something, "Oh fuck my laptop. It's on auto—"
"Duo!!!" Quatre's shocked voice fills the air. I try to pull my pants as inconspicuously as possible but Raphael's unmoving form is making it difficult.
"—matic," I look over Raphael's form to the blushing Arabian, "Uh, Hey Quatre."
"Duo," he turns his eyes away from the screen and I finally pull my pants back up, "Who is this?"
I give him a hundred watt smile and look towards my lover(?), "He's... my husband."
"YOU'RE WHAT?!" This time it isn't Quatre who yells, but it's Wufei's voice that fills the apartment. "What kind of hair-brained idiot would marry you, Maxwell?"
I grimace at the insult and look to Raphael who has had the decency to move off my lap and curl into my side, effectively covering himself from view. "I suppose that would be me," he says eying Wufei critically, "but I honestly don't think that's any of your business." Wufei looks taken aback at first but, then he proceeded to glare at Raphael, who returns it without hesitation. I'll admit this much, the boy does have guts. I haven't seen anyone other than Sally and Heero who hasn't wavered at a glare from Wufei.
"I think its wonderful!" Quatre exclaims, "I'm glad you've moved on. It hurt to see you sad." I can feel Raphael's questioning gaze boring into my skull from the side.
"Maxwell, I don't give a damn about what you do with your personal life, but you'll have to put it on hold for a moment. Une wants to see you in her office. Its mandatory." Not for me isn't. I always get a choice. I just nod to Wufei, who's not even looking at me anymore. Come to think of it Raphael is looking at me either. Wufei suddenly stumbles backwards into Quatre, who falls back into the wall.
"What the hell?" I look to Raphael expecting to find the same look of surprise on his face, but see only indifference. How could he not be freaked out by that?
"Une wants you here now."Wufei states, and I can clearly see that he's embarrassed and also very confused. The connection cuts off and the silence invades the room. Raphael detaches himself from my body and I give a small groan in protest. I'm still semi-hard from earlier and I was hoping that we'd continue, but I guess Wufei killed his mood.
"I don't like him. The Chinese one. He's rude." he says as he walks down the hallway to the bedroom. Yep, Wufei definitely annihilated the mood. Damn. I sit on the couch for awhile longer just thinking. How the hell am I going to explain this? If I tell them the truth, then they'll just think I'm more of a mess than they already, think I am. And I can't lie to them. I bury my face in my hands and just sit there. "Duo?"
I don't look up, and he doesn't say anything anymore. I figure he's left because nothing has been said for a good five minutes, but then soft lips press against the back of my neck and arms wrap around my body. I didn't even feel him come up to me, but for some reason it doesn't bother me as his scent surrounds me. I shake him off and then stand up to face him. I see the fear in his eyes and, whether its from my rejection or the look in my own, he steps back. I reach to grab him and draw him to me, bending down to capture his lips hungrily. His arms find a way around my neck and I grab his ass with my hands, pushing the shirt up as I do so. I want so badly to take him right here, and even though I know he wants it just as severely, I find myself pulling back. I peer into golden iris, seeing a look of need and maybe want. I don't know why but I just can't do it.
"You don't want me." It isn't a question and I can feel more than hear the dejection his voice, as he steps back and brings his left hand up in between us. He slides the golden band off his finger, handing it to me. "It'll makes things easier. You can just tell them you were joking or something. Or that it was just a mistake, a misunderstanding." He takes my right-hand and forces it open out of the ball that I had unintentionally made it into. Gently, almost unsure, he places it in the palm of my hand. "When you come back I promise I won't be here." He turns away and I don't stop him. I just look at his receding figure, eyes open but not really seeing. I can't move legs, and I stand there numbly for at least fifteen minutes. I stare down at my palm; at the ring lying in it. I trace the azure swirls lightly, almost as if I'm afraid I might break.
I walk down the hallway and into my bedroom. He's laying on the bed, arms over his eyes, so I can't tell if he's crying or not. He doesn't move as I walk by him and to my dresser, placing the ring on the top. I grip the plain band around my own finger, beginning to take it off. Before I can finish I'm pushing it back on, grabbing his and moving towards the bed. I climb on top off him, straddling him, grab his arms and remove them from his face; from those eyes that draw me to him. I look at him, see the fear, sorrow and confusion in them, and lean down chastely kiss his forehead. I bring his left-hand to my lips, kiss each knuckle starting at his delicate thumb and ending at his dainty pinky. I double back to his ring-finger and hold it to my mouth, before slipping the ring back. I look back into those eyes and grin at the curiosity that greets me. His lips part and I shake my head before he can stay anything.
"Stay? With me? Please?" I never knew such few words could cause such a big reaction in a person. That's a lie, I know of three that can, but that's a different time and place; in the past now. His eyes search my face and the smile that splits across his face is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life. I laugh at it, why, I'm not sure, but I do. And I lean down to kiss him, over and over and over again. I find myself unable to stop. His eyes, his mouth, his scent they exhilarate me and I willingly allow myself to get drunk off them. He isn't in a daze anymore. He's responding just as eagerly as I'm giving. I let go of his arms to grasp his face, and the find their way back into my hair. The braid's almost nonexistent now. I can feel his fingers run through the loose areas. I press further onto his body and he reacts by wrapping his legs around my waist, pushing my pants back down my thighs, exposing my hardness. I rub against his through the thin fabric of the t-shirt. Neither one of us is going to last much longer. Frantically, he grinds against me, the shirt riding up his abdomen.
"Duo, I'm not, I can't — AH!" His faces scrunches in ecstasy, cum squirting between our bodies. I bite on his neck as I move faster so I can join him. My eyes shoot open as he grips me stroking me in rhythm to the movement of our bodies.
"Fuck," I groan out, adding my own seed to the mess of sweat and semen already laying between us. The look in his eyes is enough to make me hard again as he brings his hand up to lick the mix of our cum off it. He sucks for a bit and there's a popping noise when he finally takes out of his mouth. I'm already erect again and I know he can feel it against himself. I bend down to kiss him again, tasting ourselves when he opens his mouth to let me in. There's no rushing as we explore each others cavities. My hands drift down to feel for his entrance.
Beep. Incoming Video chat. Incoming Video Chat.
I can hear my computer and eventually Wufei's angry voice yelling at us. Groaning I roll to the side of him, and then sit up. He's still laying down and looking at me with cutest grumpy pout I've ever seen. I peck him on the lips once before getting off the bed and heading towards the shower.
"Hey Duo?" I turn to look at him, half expecting him to be of and already following me, but he isn't. He's still sprawled out on the bed in the most erotic manner. "Isn't this just a little weird to you?"
"Is what weird?"
He shrugs before rolling of the bed himself, "How we really don't know each other but we've become so attached?" I look at him and just grin. Yeah it is weird, but I can't exactly find myself complaining.
"You gonna join me?" He shakes his head and I find myself deflate. Laughing he walks over and kisses my cheek.
"I would, but I have a feeling that if I do you'll just be even more late." He saunters out the room and I can't help but grin goofily after him, before turning to go take my shower.
