Gundams With Wings

Part Eight
By Lady AngelFiren

PART EIGHT

There be Lemony Goodness ahead...

"Speech"
/Thoughts/
{Telepathy}

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"Snow," Duo commented, stepping from the plane onto a single, desolate runway. He looked around, surveying the pristine white crystals which draped everything in a blanket of softness.
Heero gratefully stepped into the valet, a limo exactly like the first one they'd traveled in. He was exhausted. Jet lag wasn't a problem, it was the energy he'd spent keeping peace between his koi and Relena. Every time he thought they'd be able to handle themselves without his help, a fight would break out, therefore he would be unable to relinquish his efforts until Relena left.
They arrived at an exquisite, very out-of-place mansion. It was a massive stone affair, trimmed in burgundy shutters, complete with thick oak doors. The roof was hidden under a mountain of snow, as was everything else they'd passed on their way there, and stepping through the front door, heavenly warmth thawed the chill they'd all contracted in the short trudge through foot-deep snow along an unshoveled walk.
/Oh yeah, I'm sure this place'll be attacked,/ Duo thought, /Its in the middle of nowhere!/
"I can't stay," Relena seemed very upset at this, "I have to leave, or I'll miss my flight to civilization. I left a few notes around, because I knew you were coming. Bye Heero!" She moved to him, and he stepped back to avoid her. Much to Heero's relief, she decided not to persist, and left, closing the door as she went. She glanced at Duo before going, and a foreboding chill ran through him.
/She's up to something,/ he speculated, not sharing his opinion, but feeling that everyone, especially Heero, thought the very same thing. Her car quickly disappeared into the swirl of snowfall, and the five boys were left alone to explore the house.
"She's gone!" Duo exclaimed and quickly went to Heero's side, embracing him and planting a wet kiss on his cheek, the slowly enveloping the Japanese boy's mouth with a fuller, deeper gesture. He quickly released Heero to swing in a happy little circle around the lavish decor of the house.
"Oh happy day…" his voice was soon heard from atop a flight of heavily carpeted stairs with a solid looking banister. The entryway opened into a sitting room of sorts, complete with a broad array of brightly coloured sofas, couches and chairs, as well as decorative lamps with intricate glass shades and many antique coffee and end tables. The furniture was scattered around the room with no apparent arrangement, and a soft, warm glow was cast by the many lamps. The glow was akin to candlelight, drawing the deepest shades of blue and red from the heavy antique furniture. On the walls were portraits and religious scenes, dramatic affairs framed in thick gold, placed erratically alongside rich red paint and mahogany trim. The floor was solid wood, almost entirely obscured by rugs, exquisitely patterned and embroidered with little threads of gold and silver that glinted magnificently in the dim light.
Heero sank into an overstuffed armchair, utterly exhausted. He lay his head back against the pattern of red stripes, swinging his legs over the sturdy arm of the piece.
Trowa wandered into the next room, followed closely by Quatre. It turned out to be a dining room, lavished by a huge case of fine china as well as a gorgeous antique table. In the center of the room, over the polished surface of the table hung a wrought iron chandelier which had been modified so that electric lights could be used in place of the original candles. At the head of the table was a high-backed red cushioned chair, and all around the rest of the table were more carefully restored chairs, cushioned in reds and blues. The formal dining area would accommodate sixteen people.
Through this was an extensive kitchen, complete with a walk-in pantry and a fully stocked wine cellar. There was a bigger refrigerator than Trowa had ever seen, filled with all kinds of food. It was here that the unibanged boy found the first note.

Heero. I made sure that you and your friends had plenty of food for your stay. Milk, fruit and vegetables will be delivered every few days, as well as fresh bread.
Relena.

He left it stuck to the fridge door and moved through the ground floor to find room after exquisitely decorated room. A regular dining room, a living room which included the very best in entertainment systems, cleverly concealed, several washrooms and finally he entered a cloakroom which connected to the entryway. The pair lay down on a wide blue sofa together and fell into a restful slumber in one another's arms.
Meanwhile Duo and Wufei explored upstairs. They found various notes from Relena, as had Trowa and Quatre, on doors and all sorts of objects, giving info or instruction about the household. A long hallway proved to lead to six lavish bedrooms, decorated in different colours and styles.
Wufei found a room decorated in cool blue, and settled there, leaving his bag on the bed. He went up the hallway and found the computer room, but he did not find any 'precious artifacts'. The Chinese pilot began to suspect that Relena had lied about why they were here.
Duo also suspected this after searching the entire house, because he found nothing of any special value aside from the hundreds of antiques that were strewn about every room. In the process he picked out a room for himself and Heero. It was all white. Two tall old windows were draped with heavy white curtains, and the walls and even the carpet were of the same soft, snowy colour. Between the windows on the far wall was a magnificent king size canopy bed, hung so thickly with white curtains and cloth that it appeared to be a nest, hidden secretively away where he and his koi could lay, together. There was an exquisite bathroom on the left side of the room, also trimmed in pale silvery white. Snow, that's what it reminded Duo of, well that and Heero's wings. The Japanese boy would certainly look amazing against this back drop.
Duo began to fantasize about all the wonderful things he and Heero could, and hopefully would, do here, nestled together in the white silk sheets. The tightness in his jeans pulled him out of his reverie, however reluctantly he was to go. He left the room and padded downstairs in search of the other boy.
Everyone was strewn about the colourful furniture, fast asleep.
/Gee, for a bunch of mercinaries, they sure let their guard down a lot./ The piece occupied by his Japanese companion was not big enough for two, so he sat beside him in an identical red striped, overstuffed arm chair, and fell easily asleep, strangely comforted by Heero's loud snoring.

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The boys ended up sleeping through the entire night, and Heero woke at dawn's light the following day with a horribly sore neck and a chill. He rose, sauntering unguardedly through the formal dining room into the kitchen. He found the list from Relena saying where everything was located (thank you, Relena). Quickly memorizing it, he set out to make breakfast for everyone.
Now Heero had basic cooking skills, and could make a few Japanese and Chinese dishes, but there weren't any proper ingredients for them. He did find some rice, an orange box reading 'Uncle Ben's', but he replaced it on the pantry shelf, backing cautiously away after staring at it for a moment. On another shelf he found a row of cookbooks, and the cobalt eyed boy drew one into his hands, flipping to the 'breakfast' section.
Eggs, eggs, waffles, bacon, eggs, sausage, omelet, pancakes, and few other things that looked absolutely horrible. He chose pancakes, or as he knew them, hot cakes. Without syrup they were bearable, although he doubted Wufei would eat them.
The Wing pilot retrieved everything he would need and placed it on the counter. Just as he was setting everything out on the table in the informal dining room, Duo walked in mechanically, followed by Trowa, Quatre and Wufei.
"Coffee," Duo said. He was obviously still entirely asleep, and he snatched the warm mug offered him by the chef of the day, cradling it protectively in both hands, then sat heavily at the table. The other three followed, and Heero brought out a tray piled high with pancakes, as well as a large bottle of 'Pure Canadian Maple Syrup' and a butter dish. He set the food on the table in front of his comrades, who had all sat on the same side of the table in a row, the seated himself across from Duo.
"Thanks Hee-chan," the American mumbled sleepily, helping himself to a huge stack of the steaming breakfast. He took the syrup and emptied nearly a third of the bottle onto his cakes after spreading them with butter. Everyone at the tale just kind of stared before helping themselves to a more moderate serving. Wufei regarded the strange food, and had decided not to eat it until he saw Heero had taken a short stack, which he ate plain.
/If Yuy can stand them, then I guess I could./ The Chinese boy resolved as he followed suit.

After breakfast, the boys did an organized sweep of the house, searching for surveillance equipment, bugs, or anything of the like. There was nothing. No security at all, they were it. The pilots also didn't find the 'precious artifacts' that Relena had mentioned.
"It's a stupid trick." Duo concluded, clearly pissed. The chestnut braided boy was also suspicious of some other intent that Relena may have had. "Now she's got us all out here on orders, so we can't leave until she gets back or we're told. Also, we drove a long way to get here, we're in the middle of nowhere with no money, and has anyone noticed that this place has no phone? Heero, what did you find on the computer?"
"Nothing of any importance. I cracked every file, they weren't even protected, and there's nothing." The short-haired pilot's tone was stoic, if rather annoyed.
Wufei was just confused and angry. "Stupid ONNA!" he grit, "Now what are we supposed to do?" His face became that special shade of crimson that it got before he was about to blow. Instead, one of the ornamental rugs spontaneously combusted, and his eyes showed all black with red slit pupils.
"Wufei!" Quatre groaned, running for the fire extinguisher from the kitchen. Luckily the blonde was able to get the blaze under control before it harmed much, but everyone was couching from smoke, and the smell of burnt hair filled the room.
"EWWWW! *cough* What the hell was that rug made of? Gross, I'm going outside." Duo quickly retreated, and everyone followed, even Heero who donned only his skimpy green tank top, although he had replaced the spandex shorts with denim. Trowa was warmest, having his turtleneck .
The cold wasn't so bad, but a light, fluffy layer of snow was drifting slowly downward. There was no wind at all, so each flake could be clearly seen, spiraling downward.
Heero was cold, so he released his wings and wrapped both himself and Duo in the soft, silvery warmth of feathers.
{Is that better tenshi?} he asked, tenderly placing a soft kiss on Duo's head. The American was nestled into his chest, arms reaching around his waist.
"Yeah, but four wings are better than two," The chestnut braided pilot cautioned Heero as he allowed his soft, black wings to tear through his shirt and enfold them both, overlapping Heero's feathers with his own.
{Good idea,} Quatre 'pathed to everybody, {Nobody will see us. I did a mental sweep, and there isn't a human being for miles around.} The blond and brunet followed their comrade's example, as did Wufei.
The Chinese boy's wings were fiery red, with deep purply-blue fringed feathers on the edges. He revealed a tail, which was scaly and red, about five feet long, and had blue-violet spikes or ridges running along its length. The tail appeared to be flowing almost, in tune with Wu's flaps as he rose into the air and circled very low over the other four pilots.
"I'm going to look around." He beat huge gushes of snow onto the others, and then was off too survey the grounds. Quatre and Trowa muttered something to the remaining pilots and went quickly inside. The little blond had a very low tolerance for cold, and they had both opted to brave the stench of the burnt carpet, rather than freeze out in the snow. The quickly disappeared into the house, leaving Heero and Duo, wrapped in one another's wings.
"Well, this is strangely familiar," the violet-eyed pilot chuckled lightly, "You do remember what happened the last time we were left alone together, don't you?"
{Faintly.} Heero pulled Duo closer to him, gently taking the boy's face in his palms. He kissed both his eyelids softly, and then the elfin nose with a light brush of soft lips before moving to the braided DeathScythe pilot's waiting mouth, which he eagerly claimed. Heero shifted his hands to his companion's shoulders, and draped his arms over them, tracing fearless fingers over the feathery bases of Duo's wings and down along the smooth line of his spine, arousing a chilly fire along its measure. The thinner boy's wings prevented Heero from caressing his back with much success, so he withdrew and busied his fingers instead with the task of unbuttoning the black shirt that shrouded the expanse of Duo's perfect chest skin. He was halted gently.
"Hee-chan, I can't get it off with my wings, one second." The Japanese boy was rather annoyed by the interruption, but he teased Duo's firm stomach with little swirls of rough fingertips in order to hurry the other boy along. Already, his erection pressed tightly against the inside of his jeans, begging to be tended to.
The second Duo was finished removing the shirt and bore warm feather mounts once again, Heero literally attacked with a vicious mouth, bruising both pairs of lips even as he sucked at the other boy's and fed sensations to all parts of his body. The snow was forgotten as they fell down together in it, Duo under Heero's weight, his black wings splayed wide in the powdery white snow. The Japanese boy formed a protective little shell around them both with his wings, blocking the view of any onlooker, although there weren't any.
He ran his hands over the pale, smooth skin of the boy under him, teasing his erect nipples with phantom touches and devouring his face in a barrage of wet kisses, igniting hot fire in Duo's cheeks. Heero brought a knee up between the Shinigami pilot's legs, taunting the unbearable tightness between his jeans. Both boy's chests pressed together, and Duo pulled the Japanese boy's tank top down over his shoulders, slipping it down his waist to avoid complications involving the huge white wings atop his love's back.
Cold snow melted between their heat, so that each firm ripple of muscle was covered with a sheen of water droplets. Heero bent and began to lick away the water from Duo's skin, beginning at the neck, nipping eagerly at the line of his jaw, moving downwards with his tongue to the boy's collarbone, his hands busily arousing tingling sensations along the hard, wet stomach beneath him.
The chestnut-haired boy was filled with waves of heat which reverberated through him, the combination of cold snow and Heero's fervor which contrasted and collided through Duo's magnified sense of touch was very nearly overpowering. As Heero worked down his torso by tongue, teeth and caress, he began to moan incoherently, mumbling the other boy's name under his breath.
He brought his winds up, stroking Heero's back with silky black feathers and arching his own as the pair of clothed erections thrust together, grinding into one another, spreading hot pleasure through each boy from the contact. Heero began to undo the black-winged boy's jeans with his hands, just as his own were pulled from his hips. He pushed the coarse black clothing down, and Duo kicked the garment off.
A small gasp of shock escaped the long-haired pilot's lips when his bare legs came in contact with the crisp, cold snow. He wrapped his wings around the boy's lower back and pulled the other pilot tightly against him, encircling him completely with bare arms and legs, as well as soft feathers. Through the thin fabric of his boxers, his hypersensitive erection pressed into the white-winged pilot's stomach, slick with water and sweat, igniting fervent passion throughout his thin form. Heero reacted by slipping Duo's boxers off, and his own. He pushed the violet-eyed pilot's bangs from his face with a tender stroke of his wingtip, even as he took the Shinigami pilot's stiff, dripping member into his mouth, running his tongue up and down its length and tightening his lips around the head.
Even as Heero consumed him, he reached a hand down to grasp the boy's equally stiff member, pumping it with warm, wet fingers. Heero's wings stiffened at the sudden heat in his groin. He sucked more enthusiastically on Duo, sensing the boy's mind had approached delirium, and that his body was on the edge of orgasm.
Heero released him, and Duo's body shook with anticipation and pleasure, but also dismay that the hot, moist mouth had ceased to pleasure him.
"He- *pant* -Heero, I need- *pant* -need you inside me. *pant, pant*" he rasped, barely able to form coherent speech, such was the influence of the Japanese pilot's attentions, threatening to drive him straight over the cliff of rational thought with need.
Heero traced a wet trail with his tongue, going more deeply between the boy's legs, his soft, dark hair tickling the pale skin of Duo's inner thighs. The Wing pilot was on his knees, Duo could no longer reach the warm, stiff member of his koi. His eyes fluttered open and shut with the powerful waves of heat, and his back arched, wings twitching and trashing blindly in the snow. Heero penetrated Duo with one snowy, wet finger stretching him slowly and carefully. A sharp gasp of breath escaped the chestnut braided boy as he was entered and a wave of pain rolled through him, quickly and effectively masked by a second, more concrete wave of pure pleasure, as Heero barely nicked that spot inside of him that made lights streak across his vision and caused the blood to rush loudly through his head, sealing out everything but the heat that consumed him in his entirety.
Soon two, then three fingers entered him, arching his back further as he writhed mindlessly in the snow. Positioning Duo's legs over his shoulders, Heero withdrew the fingers slowly, even as Duo clamped down on them with the muscles in his ass and tried to further impale himself. He did not hesitate as he slowly entered the other boy, trying not to bring any bad pain. Duo hissed when was perforated, Heero's length sliding into his slick, wet channel at an agonizingly slow pace, the pain once more flowing freely. Heero stopped when he was almost entirely consumed, giving his lover a chance to adjust to the feeling of his presence, then he slowly continued, until he was swallowed to the root.
"Oohhhhhh….Heero…*pant* Duo moaned as the Japanese boy filled him, touching his prostrate just barely, still not entirely adjusted to being inside the heat of his lover, but almost unable to stop himself from thrusting forcefully inward and satisfying his body. He thrust forward a little, pleased with the scream of his name from Duo's wet lips, and grew surer of himself, pulling outward, then pushing back in a little harder.
They developed a rhythm, and Heero grabbed the violet-eyed boy's erection in one hand, pumping along with his thrusts, growing closer and closer to climax every time he heard his name mumbled from between Duo's slack lips. The DeathScythe pilot's heat flowed into him, and his mind elicited his passion, effectively uniting him with Duo through mind and body. The mental euphoria was contagious, backs arching at exactly the same moment, with each inward thrust. Heero found which movements gave Duo the most pleasure by the sound of his whimpers and groans, and through the feelings he welcomed from the other pilot, flashing moments of ecstacy, and the ache of his body wanting orgasm, hungering for release.
The same tension built in Heero as his hips bucked and pushed forward, forcing himself into the hot, tight place that made him draw his breaths fast and hard, made him see brightly sparkling stars in his vision, and most of all made him feel fully as one with the black winged angel who welcomed the invasion joyously with delirius happiness and loud cries, an ecstasy found only in their unison.
Reaching the point of his climax, Heero stooped his back even as he continued to thrust into Duo's tight, unbelievably welcoming and hot channel, and took the boy's erection into his mouth, tasting the pre-cum as he crammed the organ down his throat in tune with a strong drive of his hips.
"Oh oh ohhh… OH GOD HEERO!" Duo screamed as his length spewed its seed into Heero's throat, and the Wing pilot filled the boy with his own when he felt the muscles of Duo's anus clamp and release repeatedly from the pleasure of his orgasm. Stars danced through his vision, sounds blurred, and his whole body was on fire for an eternal moment, then the fire subsided, leaving his nerves tingling.
Duo panted raggedly, still unable to see clearly, ever fiber of his being alive with the intensity of passion and erotic pleasure ot the single timeless beat that they had been one, unable to tell who was who, nor caring. It was the most amazing thing he'd ever experienced. He realized that although he was no virgin, he'd never had sex for love, it was always for money or he was being raped, selling himself so that others wouldn't have to. It had never occurred to him that sex could be enjoyable for him as well as his partner.
Sex for love.
Sex with Heero.
Loving Heero, and being loved by him.
Duo lay in the snow, panting and pondering his feelings for the Japanese boy. Yes, it was love, he would give anything for Heero, and he felt completely safe, wrapped in the boy's arms, knowing that he mattered to someone, even if he'd never hear the actual words from that someone's mouth.
Duo wrapped them both in feathers, and Heero followed the motion, keeping them both warm and safe beneath layers of black and white feathers, buried in a snow bank, hidden away from the world. They shared a kiss slowly and softly, communicating their newfound closeness, and broke it to look into one another's eyes. Heero's gaze was open and trusting and content. Duo felt that he was seeing a little piece of who the short-haired boy really was when he was happy.
Heero, peering into Duo, saw nothing but contentment, so when tears welled into the wide violet eyes and they were squeezed shut, he felt the utmost concern for the boy, wondering if he'd hurt him, or what could be wrong. He simply didn't think about the content, nearly overjoyed feelings he was receiving from the other.
{Duo, what's wrong? Are you Ok? Why are you crying?} he pressed in a serious tone.
"Heeo, I'm fine. Better, actually. I- *sniffle* -I just realized that for the first time in my life- *sniffle* -I'm really happy. Heero, I love you, I really do. I'd do anything for you. I just- *sniffle* -just love you." Duo broke into quiet sobs, wondering in the back of his mind what effect his words would have on the Japanese boy. He'd had to say it, to let him know how precious he was, that his existence wasn't simply as a soldier, or to follow orders, and that although he was confused, they were in it together, and nothing was going to change that.
{Ai shitairu Duo, thank you for always being there for me. Even though I would never have admitted it, even to myself, you've pulled me out of some really bad situations, thank you. I think I owe you my life.} Heero was more moved than he could ever remember being, almost to the point of joining Duo in his joyous tears. But he'd never cried, and he wasn't about to start now.
Instead he drew himself up and off of his koi, slipping on his boxers and jeans, and pulling the green fabric of his tank top up his body, a reverse of how he'd removed it. He used one arm to help Duo to his feet, handing him his clothes in a snowy bundle. The American wrapped himself in his wings.
"Have you noticed how cold it is out here?" he laughed, grinning cheekily. "Hee-chan, do you realize that we just made love in a snow bank with people close-by on someone else's property in broad daylight?" He began to trek towards the house, Heero following.
{Yeah, kinky. the normally stoic, monotone pilot said, grinning back at Duo. come on, let's go get something to eat.
The boys went in, each wrapped in his own warm coat of feathers, eyes reflecting the scene of snow and sunlight that danced everywhere. The problems that surrounded the, like Duo's premonitions, and Relena's strange behavior were forgotton.

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