The
Solution
"Is that what you really want,
Heero?"
Heero dropped his eyes and
nodded. Shinigami smirked at his friend's discomfort. Respectfully, and unusually,
silent, Duo began peeling off Heero's clothes. Heero permitted himself to be
stripped, neither aiding nor resisting. Heero sat naked on the bed, unmoving,
uncertain. He was never less The Perfect Soldier. Duo studied him, determining
the best approach.
"We're going to take this very
slow," Duo began talking in a soft, gentle voice. It had a calming, rhythmic
pattern, which allowed Heero to relax. His words were chosen to carefully. He
needed to explain everything to innocent child before him. "What you had
tonight is called a wet dream. They're normal for teenage boys, so expect more
of them. If you wake up in the middle of one and are unsatisfied, you have two
choices. You can bring yourself off, or you can come to me. If you have any
questions about these things, you can come to me. Do you understand that I'm
here for you?" Heero nodded. "Good. Do you know what a blow job is?" Heero
shook his head. "That's okay, then that's what I'll show you tonight."
Heero tried to watch what Duo
was doing, but he found it difficult to concentrate. Waves of pleasure
interrupted his attempts to regroup his thought. The Perfect Soldier vainly
held to the field of logic for a brief period, but he could only gasp in wonder
as the feelings broke down the barricades he had built. He took a moment to
ponder the boy's seeming lack of gag reflex before strategically retreating,
leaving Heero at the mercy of physical pleasure. Heero's fear at finding
himself without defense was quickly lost in the moment. His eyes closed and he
threw back his head; arching his back with ecstasy, but he made no sound. He
could no longer tell exactly what Duo was doing; the sensations seemed to come
from everywhere at once. Suddenly, he found himself caught up in rapture.
Physical sensation, pleasure, pain, both at once, overtook him. He fell back
onto the bed, his whole being relaxed, tired but happy. He had never felt this
good after it.
Duo sat down next to his head.
His face wore an odd smile, similar to the one he reserved for battle. A grin
of Death, not joy.
"Was that what you really
wanted, Heero?" Shinigami asked him. His voice had a dark undertone, but Heero
missed it.
"Yes," he whispered. He felt too
drained to do anymore. Duo ran one hand through Heero's spiky hair.
"Stay here tonight." It was a
command, and Heero always followed orders. He lay still, exhausted on the bed,
until sleep came.