well... 2nd part! seems this is a series after all! woo-hoo! ermm, too hyped up for a rant right now, so i'll just sign off! *waves* umm... this is a 2x1 lemon (ehh, more like lime), and it has a wierd quatre in it. okies. read it.... if you dare. (i said i'd never write a 1x2/2x1 and here i am, doing it. i'm wacked)
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"Duo, stop. I'm not in the mood."
The self-proclaimed Shinigami paused, confused from the iciness in his lover's voice. "Heero? Wha--? All you had to do was tell me. Jeez. No need to go all Perfect Soldier on me." He pulled away from the cobalt-eyed boy, who was pressed against the wall, eyes wide and slightly panicked.
Duo noticed this and frowned. "Oh Gods, Heero... I'm not him. I am NOT that bastard!" He sighed, running his hands through the loosened braid, pulling the tie out. "Do I LOOK like him?" He grabbed the slender shoulders--now trembling with repressed sobs--and shook him. "Heero, he can't hurt you anymore! Please believe me... "
Heero jerked away, wrapping his arms around himself. "I'm sorry, Duo," he whispered, eyes pleading for understanding, and then fled the room.
***
"I just don't get it, Quatre. I mean... doesn't it seem like he'd stop having these nightmares?"
The pilot of Shinigami waited anxiously for his friend's answer, drumming his fingers on the table. "Well?"
The blond smiled faintly and sighed, lifting his head from staring into his teacup. He was in one of his calmer moments.
"Duo, these things take time. He's very hurt and confused, and he will be for quite a while. One doesn't just experience rape and get over it. It takes years of patience and concern and... love." He met Duo's eyes, his own an icy shade. "You've been sleeping together. I'm surprised he's come that far. It shows how much he loves you if he's willing to even let you touch him, much less make love to him."
The chestnut-haired pilot echoed Quatre's earlier sigh, nodding forlornly. "I suppose you're right."
A laugh bubbled its way out of Quatre and the blonde smiled, only a hint of the usual madness residing in the depths of his too-clear gaze. "Of course I am, Duo! I saw inside his soul, did I not?" Elegantly, he wrapped a hand around Maxwell's neck, bringing their faces closer. When their mouths were nearly touching, Quatre gave him a sensual smile.
"Do you want to know what I saw in yours?" he whispered sweetly, sliding his tongue over Duo's lips.
Swallowing with some difficulty, the pilot of Deathscythe Hell nodded. "H-hai," he whispered, nearly hypnotized by the air of raw sexuality the room had suddenly taken on.
Quatre left his chair, pushing forward until he was straddling his friend's lap, pressing against Duo's now rampant erection.
Suddenly, almost as if waking from a trance, the dark-haired boy's eyes widened. "Oh no, Quatre! No, no, no! I can't!" He pushed the smaller pilot away, shaking his head. "I love Heero. I can't do this!"
Abruptly, the room was back to normal, Quatre sitting docilely in his chair holding his teacup. His eyes were again cool, lifeless. "I saw loyalty, Duo." He sipped daintily and set the cup back down. "And it seems I was correct."
Quatre glanced up at Duo, mad laughter beginning to spill forth from the full pink mouth. "Go," he giggled, "Rest. He will come to you."
Duo left hastily, shaken by the change wrought in his friend.
...Once again, Quatre was alone.
***
//I can do this. Duo is not him. Duo is NOT Dr. J. Duo loves me. He won't hurt me. I KNOW he won't hurt me.//
Heero repeated this mantra in his mind, standing just inside the afore-mentioned's room, fidgeting nervously from foot to foot.
The ex-thief was lying in bed, asleep, his hair loose and tangled around him.
//Okay. Right. Well, this isn't getting me anywhere. I should go there now and lie beside him and let him take me in the morning when he gets up.// Heero shuddered. //But that's too much like what I had to do for Dr. J...//
Instead, the Wing Zero pilot approached the bed and carefully tied the sleeping boy's hands to the headboard, rolling him on his back. Then he undressed, coming to straddle the long-haired pilot. //Thank the gods he sleeps nude...// was the errant thought that hit him as he leaned down and kissed his lover awake, waiting until the blue-violet eyes snapped open.
"Heero..."
"Don't talk, Duo. I... need to... to do this." Heero leaned down, kissing Duo again, then moved to his chest, licking and then biting a nipple.
Duo moaned, arching toward the source of stimulation. Heero could tell that the slightly younger pilot was confused and, feeling he owed his lover an explanation, once more kissed him.
"I just need a little bit of control in my life, Duo. Just enough to know I'm not... I'm not just someone's toy." Tears wound their way from crystalline, uncharacteristically emotional cobalt eyes to drip off a slightly trembling jaw. "I need to really KNOW that you won't ever hurt me. This is the only way I can convince myself."
He let his lips wander their way down an expanse of smooth chest, licking here, nipping there--until he was before Duo's arousal. He blew a thin stream of air across it, making his lover's hips jerk.
"Heero, you don't have to--ahh, gods, Heero!" Duo nearly shrieked the last when his beloved's soft mouth covered his erection. He was deep-throated with an ease that came from much practice.
Duo couldn't help it when his hips began thrusting up into the moist warmth and he could have cried when it left.
Cobalt eyes once again met his, this time filled with warmth and something nearing amusement.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Duo said, voice a frustrated growl, and Heero nodded.
"Immensely."
The Wing Zero pilot once more straddled his lover, smiling, and...
"Oh, gods, Heero!" Duo bucked upward, buried nearly to the hilt in the slender teen's body. He had to force himself to be still, knowing Heero had to be in pain.
After a few moments, Heero's lips descended on the other's, lifting himself almost completely off and then sliding back down. They set a rythm, Heero finding the best angles for both of them.
Leaning over until he was lying against Duo, mouths locked, Heero untied his lover's hands. Almost immediately, said hands found a place to rest on the Japanese boy's waist and Duo thrust more strongly into Heero, meeting the movements of his hips.
It didn't take long for Heero to scream, arching back and spilling his seed on both their stomachs and chests.
Duo gave a stuttering moan, and with a few final thrusts, let Heero's internal muscles milk his orgasm from him. He caught the other boy as he collapsed, cradling him close.
After catching his breath for a few moments, Duo smiled and kissed Heero on the mouth.
"Convinced yourself yet?"
Heero crossed his arms on the chest below him, resting his chin on them. "Yeah, I think so." He smiled faintly. "If only the others were as lucky as I."
Duo blushed and changed the subject. "Y'know, Trowa's been actin' pretty strange lately, hasn't he?"
The Japanese pilot nodded seriously. "He's been running off quite often the past several weeks. I wonder what he's doing... "
Sighing happily, Duo squeezed the other boy and grinned. "Well, he can run around as much as he wants. I'm happy here."
Heero's faint smile widened slightly and he nodded, voice soft. "So am I, Duo."
***
"You were right, Quatre."
Quatre glanced up from his intense study of a page in an old magazine, smiling vaguely. "Right about what?"
Duo sighed, knowing from the inane smile that Quatre was having one of his less sane days. One of those days when he'd giggle for no reason and cry at the drop of a hat. "Nevermind, Quatre," he said softly, smoothing back blond curls from the perfect oval face, exposing haunted, confused aqua eyes.
"Little songbird... poor little songbird," he whispered, heart breaking when Quatre leaned into his touch like an affection-starved child.
It was true that he and Heero had each other, and Trowa had his sister, and Wufei had his friend Sally Po, but who did little Quatre have to cling to when he was in pain? His father was dead, his sisters were scattered to the four winds, and despite the many people that stood in the Winner organization, none were truly close to the small blond boy.
Even amongst the pilots, the only one that could stand being around Quatre anymore for an extended period of time was Duo. Duo took care of him as best he could, but there were some things he just couldn't do for him, however much he might want to.
What more could be done?
What more, indeed...
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"Duo, stop. I'm not in the mood."
The self-proclaimed Shinigami paused, confused from the iciness in his lover's voice. "Heero? Wha--? All you had to do was tell me. Jeez. No need to go all Perfect Soldier on me." He pulled away from the cobalt-eyed boy, who was pressed against the wall, eyes wide and slightly panicked.
Duo noticed this and frowned. "Oh Gods, Heero... I'm not him. I am NOT that bastard!" He sighed, running his hands through the loosened braid, pulling the tie out. "Do I LOOK like him?" He grabbed the slender shoulders--now trembling with repressed sobs--and shook him. "Heero, he can't hurt you anymore! Please believe me... "
Heero jerked away, wrapping his arms around himself. "I'm sorry, Duo," he whispered, eyes pleading for understanding, and then fled the room.
***
"I just don't get it, Quatre. I mean... doesn't it seem like he'd stop having these nightmares?"
The pilot of Shinigami waited anxiously for his friend's answer, drumming his fingers on the table. "Well?"
The blond smiled faintly and sighed, lifting his head from staring into his teacup. He was in one of his calmer moments.
"Duo, these things take time. He's very hurt and confused, and he will be for quite a while. One doesn't just experience rape and get over it. It takes years of patience and concern and... love." He met Duo's eyes, his own an icy shade. "You've been sleeping together. I'm surprised he's come that far. It shows how much he loves you if he's willing to even let you touch him, much less make love to him."
The chestnut-haired pilot echoed Quatre's earlier sigh, nodding forlornly. "I suppose you're right."
A laugh bubbled its way out of Quatre and the blonde smiled, only a hint of the usual madness residing in the depths of his too-clear gaze. "Of course I am, Duo! I saw inside his soul, did I not?" Elegantly, he wrapped a hand around Maxwell's neck, bringing their faces closer. When their mouths were nearly touching, Quatre gave him a sensual smile.
"Do you want to know what I saw in yours?" he whispered sweetly, sliding his tongue over Duo's lips.
Swallowing with some difficulty, the pilot of Deathscythe Hell nodded. "H-hai," he whispered, nearly hypnotized by the air of raw sexuality the room had suddenly taken on.
Quatre left his chair, pushing forward until he was straddling his friend's lap, pressing against Duo's now rampant erection.
Suddenly, almost as if waking from a trance, the dark-haired boy's eyes widened. "Oh no, Quatre! No, no, no! I can't!" He pushed the smaller pilot away, shaking his head. "I love Heero. I can't do this!"
Abruptly, the room was back to normal, Quatre sitting docilely in his chair holding his teacup. His eyes were again cool, lifeless. "I saw loyalty, Duo." He sipped daintily and set the cup back down. "And it seems I was correct."
Quatre glanced up at Duo, mad laughter beginning to spill forth from the full pink mouth. "Go," he giggled, "Rest. He will come to you."
Duo left hastily, shaken by the change wrought in his friend.
...Once again, Quatre was alone.
***
//I can do this. Duo is not him. Duo is NOT Dr. J. Duo loves me. He won't hurt me. I KNOW he won't hurt me.//
Heero repeated this mantra in his mind, standing just inside the afore-mentioned's room, fidgeting nervously from foot to foot.
The ex-thief was lying in bed, asleep, his hair loose and tangled around him.
//Okay. Right. Well, this isn't getting me anywhere. I should go there now and lie beside him and let him take me in the morning when he gets up.// Heero shuddered. //But that's too much like what I had to do for Dr. J...//
Instead, the Wing Zero pilot approached the bed and carefully tied the sleeping boy's hands to the headboard, rolling him on his back. Then he undressed, coming to straddle the long-haired pilot. //Thank the gods he sleeps nude...// was the errant thought that hit him as he leaned down and kissed his lover awake, waiting until the blue-violet eyes snapped open.
"Heero..."
"Don't talk, Duo. I... need to... to do this." Heero leaned down, kissing Duo again, then moved to his chest, licking and then biting a nipple.
Duo moaned, arching toward the source of stimulation. Heero could tell that the slightly younger pilot was confused and, feeling he owed his lover an explanation, once more kissed him.
"I just need a little bit of control in my life, Duo. Just enough to know I'm not... I'm not just someone's toy." Tears wound their way from crystalline, uncharacteristically emotional cobalt eyes to drip off a slightly trembling jaw. "I need to really KNOW that you won't ever hurt me. This is the only way I can convince myself."
He let his lips wander their way down an expanse of smooth chest, licking here, nipping there--until he was before Duo's arousal. He blew a thin stream of air across it, making his lover's hips jerk.
"Heero, you don't have to--ahh, gods, Heero!" Duo nearly shrieked the last when his beloved's soft mouth covered his erection. He was deep-throated with an ease that came from much practice.
Duo couldn't help it when his hips began thrusting up into the moist warmth and he could have cried when it left.
Cobalt eyes once again met his, this time filled with warmth and something nearing amusement.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Duo said, voice a frustrated growl, and Heero nodded.
"Immensely."
The Wing Zero pilot once more straddled his lover, smiling, and...
"Oh, gods, Heero!" Duo bucked upward, buried nearly to the hilt in the slender teen's body. He had to force himself to be still, knowing Heero had to be in pain.
After a few moments, Heero's lips descended on the other's, lifting himself almost completely off and then sliding back down. They set a rythm, Heero finding the best angles for both of them.
Leaning over until he was lying against Duo, mouths locked, Heero untied his lover's hands. Almost immediately, said hands found a place to rest on the Japanese boy's waist and Duo thrust more strongly into Heero, meeting the movements of his hips.
It didn't take long for Heero to scream, arching back and spilling his seed on both their stomachs and chests.
Duo gave a stuttering moan, and with a few final thrusts, let Heero's internal muscles milk his orgasm from him. He caught the other boy as he collapsed, cradling him close.
After catching his breath for a few moments, Duo smiled and kissed Heero on the mouth.
"Convinced yourself yet?"
Heero crossed his arms on the chest below him, resting his chin on them. "Yeah, I think so." He smiled faintly. "If only the others were as lucky as I."
Duo blushed and changed the subject. "Y'know, Trowa's been actin' pretty strange lately, hasn't he?"
The Japanese pilot nodded seriously. "He's been running off quite often the past several weeks. I wonder what he's doing... "
Sighing happily, Duo squeezed the other boy and grinned. "Well, he can run around as much as he wants. I'm happy here."
Heero's faint smile widened slightly and he nodded, voice soft. "So am I, Duo."
***
"You were right, Quatre."
Quatre glanced up from his intense study of a page in an old magazine, smiling vaguely. "Right about what?"
Duo sighed, knowing from the inane smile that Quatre was having one of his less sane days. One of those days when he'd giggle for no reason and cry at the drop of a hat. "Nevermind, Quatre," he said softly, smoothing back blond curls from the perfect oval face, exposing haunted, confused aqua eyes.
"Little songbird... poor little songbird," he whispered, heart breaking when Quatre leaned into his touch like an affection-starved child.
It was true that he and Heero had each other, and Trowa had his sister, and Wufei had his friend Sally Po, but who did little Quatre have to cling to when he was in pain? His father was dead, his sisters were scattered to the four winds, and despite the many people that stood in the Winner organization, none were truly close to the small blond boy.
Even amongst the pilots, the only one that could stand being around Quatre anymore for an extended period of time was Duo. Duo took care of him as best he could, but there were some things he just couldn't do for him, however much he might want to.
What more could be done?
What more, indeed...
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