title: The Prince and The Assassin
fandom: Gundam Wing
genre: AU
parings: 1x2, hints of 3x4
rating: NC-17
warnings: slight angst, intrigue, graphic lemons, violence, major fluff
status: complete
summary: A Prince trapped by obligation in a prison-like castle finds freedom in an Assassin, while the Assassin discovers life in who he thinks is a pauper.
Graphic Lemon!
Chapter 10: Up Above the World So High, Like a Diamond in the Sky: The End
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Duo held Heero's bangs away from his face as he threw up for the third time that morning. "Heero, you have to calm down."
"But what if she doesn't forgive me? What if she never wants to see me again?" Heero wiped at his mouth and pulled the chain washing away that morning's breakfast.
Sighing, Duo helped his lover get to his feet and move toward the sink. "Trowa said she had agreed to come to the castle, didn't he?"
Rinsing his mouth out, Heero could still feel his legs shaking. "I haven't seen her in twelve years, Duo."
"I hadn't seen you in seventeen years, Heero, and now look at us. What difference does it make?" Duo scowled at his pale green lover.
Rolling his eyes, Heero leaned heavily against the king's shoulder. "The difference is that you're not my mother and that we had never met before, Duo. That tactic won't work."
He knew his lover was right. It had been a month since Duo had sent Trowa and Quatre to retrieve Heero's mother and they had just received a pigeon informing of their traveling party's imminent arrival. He knew he had to see his mother at least to tell her that her only son wasn't dead.
"Heero?" Duo stroked his fingers through his lover's hair.
Pulling away from the comforting embrace, Heero squared his shoulders and laced his fingers with Duo's. "I'm alright now, love. Let's go."
Together the two men left their chambers and headed toward the entrance hall.
*
Sylvia could feel her legs shaking as she was escorted by Prince Trowa and Sir Quatre up the castle steps. The journey from Nippon had been long and tiring, but the two young men had made it as easy on her as possible and for that she was eternally grateful.
Along the crossing of the sea and the trails over the land she got to know her two companions rather well and had grown to like them, but no matter how many times she asked or she pleaded with them they never divulged anything about her son to her. It would seem that the King of Sanq had sworn them to secrecy and they would not break that promise.
The huge castle doors were pushed open by the guards and the two young men led her inside with comforting smiles.
The moment they crossed the threshold Sylvia felt her stomach drop out of her body with fear. Could this new King Maxwell simply have forced her to travel half way around the world to tell her that her only son was dead? That he was some sort of criminal and they needed her to stand witness at his execution? Or was it something more benign; perhaps even pleasant that this young king had to say?
Trowa lead her gently into the Hall and toward the dais where Sylvia saw King David James Maxwell sitting expectantly on his throne, with a single pony tailed, stern faced man standing at his side.
Stopping in front him, Sylvia composed herself just enough to bow low before him, but the wringing of her hands and her worried frown never ceased.
Duo watched Heero's mother with a mixture of sympathy and pure happiness. She was slight and fair, but her deep blue eyes were unmistakably the same as her son's. Finally the rest of their happy ending could begin. "Lady Sylvia, welcome to the Kingdom of Sanq."
She straightened up and gave him a tentative smile. He was handsome like everyone else of this land she had encountered. Stunning actually, his eyes were smiling violet and kind and his hair was long and silken looking. But despite his pleasant demeanor she was thankful that Trowa and Quatre had stayed on either side of her, near enough to draw some measure of comfort from. "Thank you, your Highness, I am honored you invited me."
He smiled brightly at her and leaned forward in kind concern. "I trust your journey went well. Did Trowa and Quatre take good care of you?" He smirked at the men standing next to her.
Sylvia glanced at them as they sighed and rolled their eyes in seeming annoyance. "Yes, your Highness. They made sure I was as comfortable as possible."
"Good." Duo's eyes twinkled at her merrily. "I was afraid I would have to behead them if I was to learn otherwise."
Sylvia felt her heart drop into her stomach. She started to protest, "Oh no, your Majesty-!"
"He's just kidding, Lady Sylvia." Trowa cut her off with a reassuring smile. "David wouldn't do that."
"Oh, I wouldn't?" Duo smirked at his brother rather evilly. He was about to open his mouth and say something more when Quatre cleared his throat reminding him of the purpose for this audience.
"Oh, right." Sylvia watched the king grin rather embarrassedly then turn his attention toward her. "Lady Sylvia, do you know why I have asked you here?"
She felt a nauseous mixture of hope and trepidation sizzling in her belly. "You have news of my son?"
"Yes." Duo smiled gently at her trying to comfort her, her face had lost all color. "I have news of your son."
A small whimpered sob escaped her throat and her knees shook dangerously. For a month she had been praying and hoping and now she would finally know. "Oh, please, Sir. Please tell me that he lives!"
Duo's face softened as his heart began to ache for her. "Yes, Ma'am. He lives and is quite healthy as well." He could hear Wufei on his left snort, but he ignored him.
"How…" Sylvia could feel tears of relief and happiness trailing down her cheeks. "How do you know of him? How did you come to give me this blessed news of him?" Her voice shook. "I haven't seen him twelve years."
"I know." Duo could feel his throat tighten as he imagined the amount of pain she must have been in. "Your son has done me and this kingdom a great service. He has saved my life and the lives of countless others when he stopped an attempt to assassinate me and usurp my throne."
Her son was a good man. Sylvia could say that now without a shadow of a doubt. He had saved lives and was healthy and alive. She smiled brightly and clutched at her chest as though her heart would swell right out of it. "Where…? Where is he now, your Highness?"
Duo was so excited to bring so much joy to this beautiful woman in front of him and his wonderful lover that he thought he might jump out of his skin. "He is here, Lady Sylvia. Would you like to see him?"
It was like all her dreams had come true. If it was a dream she didn't want to ever wake up. "Yes. Oh God!" She sobbed in a mixture of such nervousness and happiness she could barely breathe. "Yes, please."
Standing up in one fluid motion Duo looked to the right side of the room and into the dark shadows of a corner drawing every eye in that direction. Sylvia stared with bright teary eyes at the man stepping into view.
Heero slowly almost cautiously stepped out of the shadows and into the sun light streaming from the windows, his eyes trained unwaveringly on his weeping mother. The picture she made was eerily like the one he had seen the night he had left her, but at the same time completely different. Despite the tears, she was beautiful and completely his mother even twelve years later.
Her hair had grayed, her skin had wrinkled around her eyes, but she was undeniably his mother and Heero stopped mere paces away from her almost afraid to come too near.
Sylvia was at once struck with just how much her little boy had changed. He looked just like his father: dark, handsome. His eyes were her deep blue, but unlike hers they held a shadow behind them that she at once recognized for what it was. Heero, her Heero had changed so much in twelve years, but the one thing that hadn't changed was the fact he was her son and she recognized him immediately.
She covered her mouth with her weathered and delicate hand in a sharp gasp and whispered tentatively, "Heero? My son?"
That was all it took before Heero was closing those last few paces and sweeping his mother up into his arms and burying his face in her neck. She still smelled just as he had remembered: of mountain air and the blossoms of a mountain Loral.
"Mama!" He could feel tears pricking at his eyes as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on tightly. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry."
"No." Sylvia soothed as she felt and heard just how much her little boy had grown. His body was all hard muscle and his voice was deep, rumbling through her body. "I thank you. Thank you for finally coming back to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you."
Duo watched Heero and his mother embrace for the first time in twelve years and couldn't help the swell of happiness in his chest and the prick of tears at his eyes. To see his lover this happy made everything seem simply wonderful.
*
The room was uncomfortably silent and Sylvia glanced from King Maxwell toward her son for the millionth time. After reuniting with her child, her son, King David had ushered the three of them into his private dining chambers where a massive meal had been prepared and spread over the table.
With their tears dry and their reassurances of life made, Sylvia couldn't bear to loose contact with Heero and David had readily suggested that mother and son sit next to each other at the small table. So they sat, Sylvia and the King across from each other and Heero at the head between them.
Once their seats had been taken and their plates had been filled the uncomfortable silence had descended upon them. So many questions filled Sylvia's throat but none of them had made it to her tongue yet. Heero continued to hold her delicate hand so gently as if he might snap her fingers and just picked at his food.
Sylvia watched as the King watched her son with steadily growing concern before he finally turned his gaze toward her and gave a hesitant smile.
"Lady Sylvia," Duo started, "I trust every thing at your home is um… good?" Normally forcing conversation wouldn't bother him, but he could practically feel the uncertainty and anxiety wafting off his lover. He knew Heero was worried about his mother's reaction to his life, but Duo was determined to keep his lover from hiding.
She smiled at the King in relief. "Yes, very good, thank you. A few of the young village boys help me out during harvest and do the harder work I can't." Sylvia was so nervous and so thankful she didn't have to start the conversation she almost missed the look of guilt and regret that flickered over Heero's face. Almost.
Apparently, Duo caught it as well because Sylvia watched in a little astonishment as the King reached over and laid a comforting hand on Heero's arm, giving it a small squeeze before letting go and turning his attention back to her.
Suddenly, Sylvia's words were no longer lodged in her throat and popped off her tongue like skipping rocks. "How did you travel all the way to Sanq, Heero?" How had her little boy been surviving half way across the world without her?
Heero's shoulders tensed and his fingers tightened fractionally around hers before he released his hold on her and pulled his hand back into his lap. "I haven't been in Sanq for long." He finally said. "I've been moving around for, maybe, six or seven years."
Her brows furrowed in confusion. "What have you been doing all these years? How have you made a living? How did you end up here?" It all came rushing out like a flood. All her years of not knowing, of mourning, of dreaming about her little twelve year old son struggling back to her over the mountains in the cold. It was almost too much for her at that moment.
Duo clutched at Heero's forearm and squeezed almost painfully. His lover needed to tell her. For himself and for her. "Heero." He met his lover's panicked blue eyes with a small reassuring smile. "It's alright. Tell her."
She watched the exchange with a slight frown on her brow. For the first time she wondered just what her son's relationship with the King was.
Turning to look his mother in the eyes, Heero took a deep breath to steady him self. No matter how his mother reacted he knew that Duo would always be with him. "After I… killed him I left."
Heero watched his mother's eye cloud with sadness, but forged on taking comfort in the weight and warmth of Duo's hand on his arm.
He told of his painful and long journey over the mountains to the nearest town, how he was taken in and nursed by an old man that went simply by J. When he explained how J had trained him to be a killer, he watched a single tear slide down his mother's cheek.
Not wanting to cause his mother any more pain he didn't tell her about his first job or the jobs after. By the way her eyes closed when he glossed over it he could tell she was thankful.
Finally he got to his traveling to Sanq at the request of a client to assassinate the crowned prince.
Sylvia gasped and darted fearful eyes toward Duo.
He smiled reassuringly at her and waved a hand dismissively in the air. "It's alright, Lady Sylvia. I already knew Heero was going to assassinate me. He's not in any danger from me."
She relaxed at this and turned back to Heero waiting for him to continue.
Heero suppressed a chuckle at his lover's words and felt him self ease back into the comfort he was giving. "I didn't realize it was Duo who I was supposed to assassinate until I had very nearly plunged my dagger into his chest."
"And he missed, thank God." Duo grinned and rubbed his scarred upper arm absently.
The look that passed between the two young men didn't escape Sylvia's keen eyes but she didn't comment on it. "What happened after that?" She also neglected to point out that Heero hadn't explained why he had stopped himself from slaying the King, then a prince.
"I was imprisoned of course." Heero shrugged. "I was sure I was going to be executed until Duo came down and pulled me out of the dungeons."
Sylvia shivered at the thought of him shivering in a cold dark cell awaiting death. But noted once again the hole in his story. Why had the prince not chosen to execute him?
"Once I convinced him he wasn't going to be beheaded, we all devised a plan." Duo continued, getting into the flow of their very abridged tale.
"We all?" Sylvia asked.
"Yeah," He grinned, violet eyes twinkling with amusement. "Trowa, Quatre, Wufei, the stony faced guard from before, and Heero and me."
"Oh." Sylvia chuckled. She was beginning to like the King. He wasn't nearly as intimidating with that mischievous smile on his face. She could tell he must have been a hell raiser when he was a child. Not that he was much of an adult as it was. He was obviously a few years younger than Heero and just barely old enough to be able to command the authority needed to hold the throne of one of the largest kingdoms on this side of the world.
"So we planned on a way to overthrow Duo's uncle and expose him as the traitor and murderer that he was." Heero explained.
"Obviously everything worked out." Sylvia smiled then let it slip off her lips when she saw the look that the King cast her son. "What happened?"
"It was nothing-"
"Nothing?!" Duo cut him off with a look of hurt. "You nearly fucking died."
"What?!" Her heart thudded in her chest and she grabbed at Heero's arm and scanned her eyes over him just like she had done the first time he had been placed in her arms and she counted all his fingers and toes to make sure they were all there.
"Mom." Heero blushed and patted her hand comfortingly. "I'm all right now. I have been for quite some time."
"Well, what happened?" She asked.
"My uncle, bastard that he was, tried to kill me with his ornamental sword. Heero pushed me out of the way and got…" he swallowed roughly, the memory still haunted him, "got stabbed instead."
Sylvie gasped and tightened her hold on Heero's arm almost painfully. Besides the thought that her son had almost died was the realization that he had almost died trying to protect his young King across from her. Just what was their relationship?
"But you're alright now?" She asked.
He smiled at her and squeezed her fingers. "Yeah, I only have a scar to show for it."
Duo snorted and scooted almost unnoticeably closer to Heero. "Trust me, Lady Sylvia. If that fucker wasn't already dead, I'd kill him all over again."
A curious smile turned up her lips. "Why did you spare his life if it was your job to um… assassinate him?" She felt it was time to satisfy her curiosity about this young man's relationship with her son.
Heero and Duo froze and glanced at each other uncertainly. They hadn't been able to decide whether it would be a good idea to reveal everything about their relationship so soon on top everything else and had just resolved to walk that bridge when they came to it. And it would appear that they had come to it.
But that didn't stop them from hesitating.
Sylvia lifted her hand from Heero's arm with a slight smirk and reached across the table to snag a grape from a rather ornate bowl. Popping it into her mouth, she watched as both young men's faces paled then blushed. "Why don't you tell me the rest of the story, Heero-dear? I get the feeling there is something you're not telling me."
She watched as her son, all grown up, blushed furiously and squirmed in his seat. The King leaned away from him and watched her with something she never thought a man of his authority and power would ever look at her with; fear and pleading plain as day in his deep violet eyes.
Sighing, she couldn't keep them afraid like that. "You love him, don't you Heero?" She asked her son as he froze and watched her with something akin to hope. "That's why you didn't kill him. You had fallen in love him."
"Yes." He finally breathed. "When we met, we didn't know what each other was." He explained after a pause. "I thought Duo was a kitchen servant."
"And I thought Heero was simply traveler looking for job." Duo said as he smiled so very tenderly at Heero that it made Sylvia's chest ache with the memory of her own love dead these twelve years.
"We would sneak around to see each other, all the while not knowing." Heero twined the fingers of one hand with Duo's and smiled just as tenderly back at him. "When I was told the timeline for the assassination was pushed up to prevent my target from turning eighteen I knew I had to tell him."
Eighteen? Sylvia jolted. Duo was that young? But not even that, Heero had just said that they had met and been… in love since Duo was seventeen. That was six years of difference between them.
"I had been wanting to tell him I was actually the prince for some time so we met in the forest." Duo finished for Heero. "It uh… wasn't a particularly happy night for either of us."
"What happened?" She had said that phrase more times than she could count in the last couple of hours, but she had to know. Twelve years of not knowing was quite enough.
Duo glanced at her guiltily. "When Heero told me what he was and who he was supposed to kill, I sort of freaked."
Sylvia nodded. That was understandable. Finding out your lover was supposed to kill you must have been somewhat traumatizing.
"I ran." He finished, head down and hand clasping painfully at Heero's.
Heero lifted their hands up and placed a chaste kiss on the back of Duo's before he turned back to his mother and finished the story they had started.
Sylvia watched and listened. It was very apparent that the events that followed had affected them massively. It was very apparent that their love was stronger now for it.
His words fell into the room and faded as the silence returned. They were waiting for her judgment. Would his mother approve of them together? Or would she react with scorn and reproach?
It took a surprisingly short amount of time for Sylvia to make up her mind about how she felt. This wasn't perhaps the life she would have chosen for her only child, but she forfeit any right to choose for him when she let him walk out of their home twelve years before. It was blatantly obvious just how much in love Heero and the King were, how much they had risked together and just how painful it would be to loose her son for a second time if she should try and condemn them.
Slowly she rose from her seat, Heero and Duo rising as well, fear and uncertainty harsh in their eyes. Sylvia walked around the table till she stood between them facing the king and looking directly into his wide violet eyes.
It surprised her just as much as it did Duo when she suddenly wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into her embrace with deceiving strength. He looked over her shoulder to his lover who looked back just as surprised.
Sylvia closed her eyes against the sting of fresh tears tightened her hold on him. "Thank you, Duo." She said using the name her son had called him. "Thank you for bringing Heero back to me. Thank you for… loving him, when I couldn't."
Closing his eyes, Duo finally wrapped his arms around his lover's mother holding her almost as tightly as he buried his face into her shoulder.
"No problem." He chuckled a little wetly as tears of happiness started to string at his eyes. "He's not as much trouble as you would think."
They both laughed and Sylvia pulled away from him to wrap an arm around her son bringing him into the embrace. "My little boy!" She gasped with a bright smile, as everything started to sink in. "I still can't believe it! You're all grown up!"
"Mom!" Heero blushed but couldn't help but chuckle as both his lover and his mother turned their irresistible smiles on him. He was doomed and he didn't mind one bit.
"Please tell me I know everything I need to know." She pleaded jokingly as all three of them resumed their seats and started to finish their meal with renewed vigor. "I don't think I could take much more at the moment." It was true the journey hadn't been easy and the emotional upheavals of the day had taken their toll on her no longer quite as young body.
"Actually…" She glanced up as Heero and Duo looked at one another in silent communication before Heero looked back at her with a faint blush on his cheeks. "We're hoping that you would like to stay for a while."
Duo elbowed him gently in the ribs spurring him on. "I mean, at-at least until after the wedding."
She frowned in confusion. "Wedding?" She hoped it wasn't what it sounded like. It was common knowledge that a king needed an heir and given her son's relationship with the king that was impossible. Could Duo be getting married to fulfill that need and they wanted her there to be with Heero through it? "I'm sorry, I don't understand."
"Heero didn't want to get married until he could see you again. So we were hoping you would be there, to celebrate it with us." Duo explained nervously. He sincerely hoped she would wish to stay and be there with them. It wouldn't be much of a celebration if she refused. Heero would be heart broken.
A light flickered on in her mind and she felt her self relax. "You're getting married?"
"Yeah." Duo grinned. "I wouldn't be able to run this place without him." He smiled lovingly at Heero. "He's a life saver." Literally.
A smile blossomed on her face as she watched them and warmth flooded her heart. "I would like very much to be there." She said and reached to hold both their hands. "Do you need any help planning it?" She asked a little hopefully.
They all laughed and the conversation picked up with a happy ebb and flow of love for the rest of the day. Everything was wonderful. Everything was perfect. Sylvia thought as she watched her son and his lover smiled at each other. She had waited twelve years for this and she finally had it. And it was better than she could ever have imagined.
*
Duo and Heero walked down the isle in the castle cathedral hand in hand. They were both dressed in the royal colors and had jewels practically falling off of them, but their smiles were unmistakable. They only had eyes for one another even as they kneeled before the priest and before all their friends and family.
Later when asked what they thought of the priest's short matrimonial sermon, neither would be able to answer because they hadn't been paying a bit of attention.
Out of the hour and a half long ceremony, the only part either were able to remember clearly apart from their lover was the moment they were asked, "Do you, King David James Maxwell, take Sir Heero to be your partner in life and on the throne?"
Duo smiled so brightly he thought he must have blinded himself by then. "I do." He giggled giddily as he squeezed Heero's fingers in his.
"And do you, Sir Heero Odin Yuy, take King David to be your partner in life and on the throne?" The priest asked as the corner of his mouth turned up fractionally in amusement.
"I do." Heero said without a second's hesitation as he grinned lovingly at his lover.
"Well, then!" The priest chuckled as he took a crown off the table next to him and held it up. "By the power vested in me I now crown you King Heero Odin Yuy," he placed the crown on Heero's rather oblivious head, "to share in ruling the kingdom justly and fairly with all your wisdom and knowledge."
He glanced from one eager face to the other before he finally put them out of their miserable anticipation. "And I now pronounce you both partners on the throne, in life, and in love. You may now kiss one another."
Duo was the first to move springing like a cat at his lover, wrapping his arms around his neck and pressing their lips together with a happy yelp and grinning lips. Heero wasted very little time on surprise and returned the embrace and the kiss with equal fervor. Enough so that their friends and family cheered and clapped while they continued to be completely oblivious to anything but each other as their lips moved and their tongues glided briefly together.
They were in their own personal heaven. And they loved it.
The feast had been delicious. The kitchen had out done themselves, and by the end of the evening the whole castle was bursting with food and singing drunken melodies together.
Duo's gang was laughing and singing with courtiers and castle servants, Sylvia and Gertrude were seated in a quieter part of the hall getting to know one another now that they were family through their sons, and the advisors had all decided to become thoroughly sloshed.
Trowa and Quatre leaned against one another in one corner of the dining room with Wufei, Zecks, Solo, Hilde, and Dorothy watching the other guests enjoy the festivities.
Sighing with a mixture on dreaminess and exhaustion, Quatre snuggled further into Trowa's arms. "Do you think anyone else noticed Heero and Duo slip out of the side doors?"
"I highly doubt that." Wufei snorted as he twisted a lock of Zecks' hair around his fingers absentmindedly. "Half the dining hall is too drunk to notice if the ceiling was caving in."
"Is that really such a bad thing, love?" Zecks chuckled. "It's not like this isn't the first really wonderful party that's been held since before King James died. We all deserve a little cheer, don't you think?"
"I for one never realized how many drunkards we were working with on the board of advisors. Look at them! They're pathetic." Dorothy sneered in scorn as she watched yet another of her colleges flirt shamelessly with a frightened servant girl.
"You're just saying that because you can drink them all under the table, Dorothy my dear." Zecks pointed out with a dismissive wave of his hand.
"I wouldn't doubt it." Solo chuckled. "I've never seen so many light weights in my life. What do you castle folk drink for fun around here? Watered down bread wine?" He popped his pipe back into his mouth being careful to blow the smoke away from his lightly dozing lover as she smiled tiredly from her place in his lap.
"Normally yes," Trowa replied with barely veiled disgust. "Dekim kept all the best wine for himself, but Duo graciously liberated the fucker's stash especially for today."
"Only because you begged him to." Quatre poked him playfully in the side.
Raising his half full glass of wine Solo gave him a half hearted salute. "My thanks, good sir!"
They all laughed and chuckled for a few more minutes until Hilde lifted her head from its place pillowed against Solo's shoulder. "I'm exhausted. Good night, every one."
She and Solo stood from their seat and bid everyone farewell before disappearing up the stairs toward their room.
Soon after that, Dorothy slinked away following a shy giggle from Relena as she passed by carrying empty dishes toward the kitchen. "I'll see all in the morning." She muttered before disappearing with the kitchen maid.
Wufei and Zecks left a few minutes later bickering like they always do all the way out of the dining hall. The sight of Zecks sneaking in a pinch to the guard's bottom followed by Wufei's indignant squawk was the last of them before they also vanished.
Trowa pulled Quatre more fully against his side and leaned down to press a small kiss to his lips. "What do you say we do this?"
"Do what?" The blond man asked with a dreamy smile.
"This." Trowa gestured with a hand to the riotous room at large. "You know; the whole wedding thing."
Quatre leaned back a little and stared at his lover with a slight a frown on his face as he thought about that. Finally his expression cleared and he nodded with a smile before pecking him on the lips and resuming his lounging position. "Alright."
Relief swept through the prince and he smiled, wrapping his arms more firmly around his lover. "Good."
*
Duo gasped as Heero bit down gently on his neck while he yanked and pulled his clothes open and off. Neither of them could wait much longer and that was very apparent by the sounds of cloth ripping and heavily jeweled accessories hitting the floor.
A growl rumbled deep in Heero's throat as he ground his hips into Duo's. "Why won't your clothes come off fast enough?"
Chuckling breathlessly, Duo tugged at Heero's own clothes with just as much frustration. "That's it! I'm firing my tailor."
They both dissolved into the pleasure filled laughter until they were naked and nearly glued together skin to skin.
Heero fell on top of Duo on the bed, their lips massaging frantically together and their tongues thrusting in and out of each other mouths with wet hot strokes. Heero ran his hands over Duo's sides and chest leaving his skin tingling and scorching hot. His thumbs brushed teasingly over Duo's peaked nipples making him moan. "Oh! Heero!"
Pulling his mouth away Heero trailed his tongue wetly over Duo's chin and neck laving at his adam's apple and nipping at his collar bone, sending shivers over his already sweating body. He kissed and licked his way down to one of Duo's hardened nipples and circled it with his tongue drawing a frantic grown from his lover and spurring him to tangle his finger in Heero's messy chocolate brown hair begging him wordless to continue.
Loving the taste of Duo's skin he quickly wrapped his lips around the pert nipple and suckled at it lightly, stroking it continuously with his tongue. Duo's body jolted in pleasure and his legs fell apart to cradle Heero's hips between his heated thighs.
Thrusting up to rub his aching penis against Heero's burning hot erection Duo groaned and shivered delightedly. "Don't stop, Heero!"
Releasing Duo's soaked nipple, he licked his way over to the other stopping to place an open mouthed kiss in the center of his sternum before taking the other nipple into his mouth and sucking on it hard causing Duo to jerk in surprise. "Ah!"
Heero grinned around the nipple between his lips before releasing it and continuing on his way down toward Duo's jerking and throbbing erection. He watched it throb and leak pre-cum to pool on Duo's belly before a needy whimper form his lover encouraged him to lean forward and lap up the salty bitter fluid from his belly. Savoring the taste Heero didn't give Duo enough time to do more than gasp before he had engulfed his whole weeping penis all the way to the base.
"Oh fuck!" Duo's fingers tightened almost painfully in Heero's hair.
Heero hummed around the hot erection then he rubbed his tongue along the throbbing vein and sucked, hard. Duo arched and moaned and thrust in to the torturous pleasure. And all too soon Heero was pulling back letting his aching erection bob back on his belly, then moving lower still as he pushed his legs further apart and toward his chest.
Duo made a confused whimper, "Heero?" before he arched in surprise and could do nothing more than pant.
Running his tongue along the sensitive skin behind Duo's balls Heero drew the wet muscle lower and lapped eagerly at Duo's pulsating entrance. He could feel Duo's thighs quivering against his palms and he thrust his tongue as deep as it would go into Duo's velvety channel.
"Oh yes!" He had never felt that before and he was eager for more. Thrusting back onto Heero's tongue Duo raised his hands to clutch at Heero's still pressing at his legs as he panted and moaned wantonly.
His tongue twisted and thrust in Duo's body wringing pleasured sounds from him like water from the laundry. He worked the heated flesh around the pulsating entrance with his lips, pressing with them and sucking with them. Soon it was too much for Duo to take.
"Heero! Please! I need you, now!" He lifted one hand away from Heero's and twined it through his lover's hair desperately.
"A little longer, love, a little longer." Heero said huskily. He pulled his mouth away and wrapped a hand around Duo's erection as he moved back up his body, coating his fingers in Duo's thick pre-cum.
He pressed his lips to Duo's neck and worked on marking him with a love bite while he gently worked his fingers one by one, in and out of Duo, stretching him. Duo whimpered and moaned as he thrust his erection up into Heero's and his hips down onto his fingers. He was burning for more, something to satisfy his need.
"Enough!" He panted and pulled Heero's face away from his neck to crash their mouths together painfully. "I need you inside me now."
Their tongues twisted and twined against one another before Heero pulled away breathlessly and suckled at Duo's bottom lip.
Reaching down he griped his own erection and pumped until his length was covered in the pre-cum that had been steadily leaking from the tip. He released Duo's mouth and positioned himself at his entrance kneading the head against the puckered opening.
"Heero!" Duo whimpered and rocked his hips trying to draw that hot hard penis into himself.
Not being able to wait any longer, Heero thrust up seating himself to the hilt inside Duo before he stopped, panting breathlessly. He could never tire of the feeling of being one with his lover, of being so much inside of him he could almost feel Duo's heart beat in his own chest. "So good, love."
Duo had arched in pleasure, his fingers clawing at Heero's shoulder blades until he adjusted to the feeling of being so filled he could hardly breathe. He savored the feeling as one he would happily endure for the rest of his life. "Move lover." He groaned.
He didn't have to be told twice. Heero began to thrust into his lover's hot body slow and hard, making them both shake as fire coursed through their veins. The velvety flesh of Duo's passage stroking him, gripping him sent shockwaves through his erection to pool his belly. Snaking his hand down between their sweat slicked bodies he wrapped his fingers around Duo's aching penis and began to pump him in time with every thrust.
Arching in absolute pleasure, Duo lifted his legs and wrapped them around Heero's waist making the angle of penetration deeper. Now every thrust Heero made brushed over his prostate causing spots of white to flash behind his eyes and strangled moaned to break from his lips.
"Yes! Yes! Heero, I'm going to-" His words cut off when Heero swooped down and captured his lips in another bruising kiss as he quickened his pace of both thrusting into his passage and pumping his weeping erection.
It wasn't long before Duo's body bowed up as cum flooded from him in orgasm, coating his belly and Heero's hand. A few more thrusts into Duo's pulsating channel had Heero was moaning in pleasure as his own orgasm ripped away from him to fill Duo's tightening passage.
He collapsed on top of his lover, both of them breathless and panting as their skin cooled and their bodies slowly stopped shaking.
Rolling way so he wouldn't squash Duo, Heero chuckled as he pulled Duo into his arms stroking his hands up and down his back. "Is that why you couldn't wait to get away from the reception?"
Stretching pleasantly, Duo hummed. "Oh yeah. That was so worth skipping out on the celebrations."
"Well I'd like to think we had our own celebration." He grinned down at his lover's disheveled chestnut colored hair.
Duo laughed almost giddily as he ran a hand up and down over Heero's chest in time with his lover's ministrations on his back. "I can't believe we're finally married."
"I know." Heero smiled down at his lover's upturned face. "You're not regretting it, are you?"
"Fuck no!" Duo scoffed and leaned up to press a warm kiss to his still smiling lips. "You're the only one for me, love."
"Good, because I'm a very jealous man."
"Mm." He hummed in agreement. "Me too. Very jealous."
They laid in the after glow for a few more moments, their lips massaging together and their tongues darting teasingly between them before Heero pulled away and buried his face in Duo's lavender scented hair. "I love you so much. I'm so happy that I found you."
Sighing contentedly Duo threaded his fingers through Heero's messy hair and held him closer. "Me too, love. I couldn't imagine what life would be like without you anymore." He shuddered and kissed his way to Heero's lips again. "Now that I have you, I can't live with out you."
Heero returned the kiss with fervor as he wrapped his arms more securely around Duo and pulled the covers over their naked bodies. "Love you." He murmured tiredly as he settled into their bed, warm and content.
"Love you too." Duo smiled and snuggled closer. This was all that really mattered. Finally for the first time in both of their young lives everything was absolutely right.
And it was going to stay that way.
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The End.
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