By Shannon the Twisted Link Worshiper
~ Part XV ~
You Only Live Twice
"Duo," he breathed again, advancing a few more paces. His eyes narrowed slightly as he caught his breath, suddenly at the doorway, leaning his weight on either side of it as he glowered at the lanky American boy. "You devil," he whispered. "You made me fall in love with you again."
Duo shrunk back a bit, somewhat intimidated by Heero's sudden come on. He plastered that classic Maxwell grin on his face and went back to gently wiping the dark makeup off his face, his large purple eyes, still rimmed with black kohl, staring at the other boy, wide and unblinking.
"You… devil," Heero murmured again, his voice softer than before. His fingers reached across the misty gap of space that separated them and fell gingerly upon Duo's moist cheek, still damp from the facecloth. "I really… really hate you, you perfect little… devil…."
"You know I always said I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints," Duo responded tartly as he nervously combed his fingers through his loose mane of hair. "The sinners are much more fun."
Heero snorted.
Duo grinned wider, if that was at all possible, and smeared the washcloth over his eyes, wiping the makeup from his eyelids. "Nice setup you got here, Hee-chan," he said cheerfully as he dropped the blue facecloth into the sink and turned on the hot water tap. "I haven't been able to pamper myself like this in at least a few weeks."
"You have a very sadistic sense of humour, Duo Maxwell," Heero said sternly, his softness suddenly gone. Though Duo was a few inches taller than the slim Japanese boy, it was Heero who seemed to be radiating the biggest presence right then, making the longhaired American seem a little small. "Leading me on all this time and laughing at me as I beat myself up for you. You knew all I wanted was to see you again, even if it was just for a little while. I bled for you! I poured my heart out to you!"
"…Again," Duo added with that mischievous smirk still evident on his face as he turned off the water. He turned his attention from the sink and focused totally on Heero. "You really are cute when you're flustered and desperate."
Heero's face rouged a deep shade of pinkish red as he bit his lip, trying hard not to overreact. Duo bobbed his head cheerfully from side to side, long cascading hair falling loosely around his shoulders as he kept time with a song that was playing solely for him between his ears. His expression slid over that thin line that separated his impish grin from his truly genuinely happy smile. All that caused was a darker shade of red to dust Heero's cheeks and a decrease in the annoyance that was singing through his veins.
"How do you do that?" Heero gasped quietly, staring at Duo the same way he had the first time they had met. "When you smile at me, I feel like I'm flying."
"That is because," Duo said as he advanced a few steps, skirt swishing around his well-formed thighs as he wrapped his arms around Heero's neck, "you are."
Heero's eyes slid closed once more, just reveling in the touch of Duo's flesh against him. Though Duo had been touching and hugging him all this time without Heero being a single bit warier, just knowing that it was Duo's arms around him seemed to make all his pain go away as if it had never existed. He truly felt like he had angel's wings and that he could fly to the moon and back if only Duo would stay near him forever.
Gently, he pulled away from Duo's shoulder, delicately lifting that elfin chin so he could look into the deep pools of Duo's brilliant indigo eyes. Heero knew he could drown in those murky depths that seemed to radiate this strange sort of shining dark aura, stemming with mystery. But that was what Duo Maxwell was: a mystery. He softly tilted Duo's lips towards his and met that plush mouth with the most smoldering and unhurried kiss he had ever gifted the braided American with. He could almost feel Duo turning into marmalade goo in his hands as they kissed, this one gesture easily being the most passionate they had ever shared with one another.
"I cannot speak, I've lost my voice," Heero whispered against Duo's mouth as he drew away, his breath clouding over Duo's lips in hot puffs. "I'm speechless and redundant because… because my love is not enough. I'm lost for words."
"That's okay," Duo whispered back, placing both hands carefully on both of Heero's cheeks and guiding his mouth to his own. "Sometimes… you don't always need words. Sometimes your silent way is best."
"And sometimes the sound of your incessant prattle is what reminds me that I'm alive," Heero retorted snidely, a cheeky grin crossing his features. Only Duo could make him feel so game for a battle of words and wits. Only Duo made him want to be human. Only for Duo could he be human.
Duo's eyes misted over with some unnamed emotion. Thoughts of Heero's attempted suicides, the times he had gone to visit his depressed and mangled lover in secret and the immense lonely cloud that passed over both of them zoomed through his mind. He never really had understood how much Heero had needed him to survive. All those times long past, he had never truly comprehended what he meant to Heero and why the taciturn Japanese boy clung to him so dearly.
"Duo?" Heero kissed the bridge of the American boy's nose softly, trying to draw him out of his daze. "Duo, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, Hee-chan," Duo smiled suddenly, snapping back into reality with the touch of Heero's lips to his skin. "I was just… I was just thinking, that's all."
Heero arched an eyebrow skeptically, looking Duo over carefully. Duo had a very tactful way of averting whatever it was he was really thinking and never hesitated to draw those shields up whenever he was feeling particularly lost or confused. "You should sit down," he said, offering him the unused neat bed beneath the window. Duo complied somewhat by plopping down upon the other bed, mussing its sheets and blankets even more than usual with the disturbance. Heero shrugged and stepped towards Duo, falling to his knees before the braided boy and resting his folded arms on Duo's lap. "Now tell me, koi," Heero started off resolutely, "What's bothering you?"
"Hee-chan?" Duo began, organizing his loose thoughts somewhat. He reached forward and grabbed Heero's hands, pressing them together between his palms as he spoke, "How do I make you feel? I want you to tell me, Duo Maxwell, not Hoshi. Why do you…Why do you love me? Why me?"
"Because," Heero returned, his voice mellifluous and tender as he pulled his hands from Duo's and used them to take Duo's wrists gently. "Because I love your spirit. I can't tell you how long it took me to realize that it was your charm and wit that kept me within the tiniest strains of sanity back then… still…. I liked being with you. There was no choice. You made me feel like I was whole again."
His grip fell lax from Duo's wrists, freeing his hands again. Heero bent down, laying his head to rest on Duo's knee as the longhaired boy reached ahead with his curious fingers and gently stroked the soft mess of dark brown hair that hung shaggily over Heero's head, humming softly. He was in such a place of exquisite peace, that he found himself dropping backwards, landing softly on his back in the piles of sloppy blankets and pillows. He could feel Heero blindly nuzzling against his stomach, inadvertently toying with the waist of his skirt as he tried to find a comfortable spot to snuggle.
"I saw a film today--oh boy.
The English army had just won the
war.
The crowd of people turned away,
But I just had to look,
Having
read the book...."
"Come here, angel," Duo purred, taking a pause from his nostalgic song, giving the back of Heero's shirt a little tug, the sensations Heero was sending through his body with just his simple cuddling. "I'd love to tu-urn yo-ou... on...." he finished the verse softly as Heero settled down a little, his eyes never once leaving the Japanese boy's small well-muscled form.
Duo pulled his Japanese lover off the floor and dragged him on top of his body, wrapping his arms tightly around him once more. Heero let himself simply melt into one being with Duo, the climbing heat of their bodies slowly enveloping them like a warm shroud.
"I'm… I'm tired of acting, Hee-chan," Duo murmured to the air above them, the breath his words created when he spoke stirring Heero's hair slightly as it rushed past. "I don't want to pretend anymore. I'm tired of being someone I'm not, living a lie. I don't want to be Maxwell Smart or Hoshi or the cynical joker or anything. I don't want to become anyone new. I just want to be Duo Maxwell. Just… your Duo… and nothing more."
"You are my Duo," Heero answered quietly, his voice muffled against Duo's bare chest. "You don't have to change to try and please me. You never let me down before."
Duo let out another purr and pulled Heero closer, if that were physically possible. "You'll take me just the way I am?"
"Just the way you are," Heero answered, lifting himself off Duo somewhat so that he could look him in the eye. "I said I love you and that's forever. I love you just the way you are with your long brown hair, violet eyes and a smile as wide as the sky. I love your stupid jokes and your dirty teasing, your carefree outgoing personality and your loving childlike presence. I love you, Duo Maxwell."
"Even if I'm lying half naked on your bed in a skirt and girls' panties?" Duo asked suspiciously, a devilish smirk beginning to take form upon his lips. He let out a sensuous groaning sort of sound as he stretched his arms up over his head and clutching the pillow that lay just above his head, drawing one knee up lazily.
"Even if you are," Heero said, propping himself up on Duo's chest, staring down at him with a very malicious look on his face. Even he had been able to detect the blatant invite laced into Duo's words. He glanced down at Duo, trying to catch that demonic glint in his eyes before sweeping his gaze across Duo's chest and abdomen, finally settling on the waistband of that blue cotton skirt stretching over Duo's thighs in loose folds. "May I?" he asked, sliding his fingers up Duo's legs, playing just beneath the hem of the skirt.
Duo let out a playful sounding laugh. "Ain't stopping you this time, now am I?"
"Hn, no, you're not," Heero muttered, leaning down to bind their lips in another one of those mind bending kisses that threatened to tip both their realities ridiculously out of time. His fingers grew bolder, climbing higher up Duo's thighs until they rested beneath the waistband of the skirt, the touch of soft lace under his fingers. Pulling his lips away and giving Duo's undergarments a little peek, he asked, "Duo, were the girls' drawers really necessary?"
"Hey, hey, hey," Duo said quickly in his own defense, "You never know when someone might go rooting through your shit. Plus boxers kind of stick out too much underneath these damn flimsy skirts. I mean, I still wore those stupid little cotton shorts that girls seem to like so much underneath just so I wouldn't get any peepers. Just really didn't want to take any chances, you know? There's a reason I'm Une's best. If I'm taking on an alias, I have to become that person. And most girls wear underwear like this, so there you go. Besides, by the look on your face, I'd say you find my sexy black panties a turn-on, Heero Yuy."
"Shut up," Heero growled, trying to sound upset, though his scheming smirk betrayed him yet again. It was sometimes annoying how quickly Duo could pick things up. He drew himself upwards, now straddling Duo just above his knees as he pulled hands out from under the skirt and carelessly flicked the garment up so it fell over Duo's stomach, revealing all. Indeed, Duo was clad in a sultry pair of lacy black panties beneath the skirt, though with the way his body was stirring, it did not look like he would be clad in them very much longer. That mere sight seemed to sap Heero of all sense, his breath hitching and husky as his muscled shoulders heaved with anticipation as to what the night might hold. "Delicious," he let out in a heavy sighing breath.
"Wanna eat me all up?" Duo taunted, licking his lips, his own hunger radiating off his body like a heavy aura. "I might taste really good… mmfff!!"
Heero hardly let him finish, the rest of his sentence garbled and lost as Heero swept down and attacked his mouth with another hot kiss. Their tongues warred with one another, lips nipping and sucking as each tried to wrestle the other down with the flaming kiss. When he finally pulled, up, gasping for air, he hardly had a moment to breathe, for Duo had grabbed him by his shirt lapels and dragged him back down for more.
"This is pissing me off," Duo said with a tug at Heero's oxford, his fingers vainly trying to find the little buttons that held the shirt around Heero's torso. He let out a low whine, "Ditch it, Hee-chan."
Heero rolled his eyes and sat up again, his fingers quickly darting down the line of buttons that ran along his chest. He shrugged the shirt off his firm shoulders, letting the loose white garment carelessly flutter to the ground. Duo's old cross glinted in the dull moonlight against Heero's hard chest. "Better?" he asked.
"Loads," Duo answered with that silly grin of his, reaching up to pull Heero back down to his mouth again. They never seemed to tire of kissing and groping one another, their hands roaming over bodies like they had never touched each other before in their entire lives. Their breaths became heavier and more laboured, their flesh becoming slick with sweat as they pressed closer to one another.
"Why did you wait so long?" Heero whispered against the corner of Duo's mouth, slowing their kissing for a moment. "All these years…."
"I figured you'd be pretty pissed at me if I just randomly showed up on your doorstep asking for you to take care of me again. I always was kind of a freeloader," Duo answered somewhat timidly. "I mean, you can be damn scary sometimes, and when you said 'Duo, stay with Hilde and get a job; you're better off that way,' I figured you pretty much meant it. I wasn't sure how you'd react, you know?"
"I guess I don't blame you," Heero replied after a brief pause, his voice sullen, almost sad. "I would be pretty scared of me too. It's my best defense. You were the only one to see behind that gimmick, you know. You were the only one who knew just how scared I really was inside. You should have known that I would not be angry to see you again."
"That's because I was scared too," Duo answered softly. "It's easy to see in others what you try to hide yourself."
"You know, I really didn't understand that it would be scarier to face life alone," Heero admitted softly, burying his eyes in Duo's neck so he would not have to let his longhaired lover see him cry, though the dampness on Duo's shoulder gave his tears away. "Look what it did to me. I fucked myself in the ass."
"If it comforts you," Duo began with a sort of shaky note in his voice, "know that I never really left your side. I followed your every step. Even when you were in the hospital and they were sure you'd lost too much blood to live, I was there. I visited you almost every day while they had you all drugged up on sedatives and such. They thought you were crazy. They didn't really understand."
"But you did," Heero whispered, raising his head again so he could see Duo. He did not like being in the dark anymore. "You were the only one who ever did understand."
"Mm," Duo purred quietly, stroking Heero's cheek affectionately as he stared off at the blank wall ahead of him, its somewhat chipped and peeling paint and drab crème colour. Glancing down, he could see Heero starting to nod off a little bit. It made Duo feel so good to know that Heero was finding comfort at last. "This is nice… Hee-chan… being able to just lay here and talk with you again. That's all I need to be happy."
He felt Heero's lips moving against his flesh again, and looked down with large confused eyes at his words. "Duo, do we have to stay here? Can we just…" Heero was almost trembling in his arms, his grip around Duo's waist tightening quite a bit, threatening to cut off Duo's air. "…Can't we just run away somewhere? We could disappear together and no one would be able to find us. We can forget everything, Preventers, the war, everything, and start over, just the two of us."
"Oh Heero," Duo whispered, his arms falling around Heero's neck and folding him close. "Does it hurt that much to live this life?"
"Hai, Duo," Heero responded, still sobbing quietly in Duo's lap. His voice dropped to a subtle note so hushed that it was hardly spoken at all. "Hai…. I… I just want to vanish…."
"You drift through the years like nothing matters. That was always your way," Duo murmured, stroking the top of Heero's head again. "But you know, you only live twice. One life for yourself and one for your dreams."
"I've been living in a dream for almost three years," Heero answered forlornly. "You were always my… dream…."
"You know what, Hee-chan?" Duo said, lifting Heero's eyes to meet his, "This dream… My dream… is for you. So don't cry, okay? You don't have to be sad anymore."
Heero said nothing and answered with nothing more than a very contented smile. He leaned forward and placed a delicate flowering kiss upon Duo's lips, lingering there as so he could drink that gingery taste like an intoxicating drug. "It just… hurts… Duo," Heero managed to whisper slowly against the corner of Duo's mouth. "It hurts so much."
Duo rolled Heero over and fought his way onto Heero's stomach, now laying with the beautiful Japanese boy beneath him and breathing softly. "Where does it hurt, angel?" he whispered against the feathering breaths rising from Heero's slightly parting lips. "Show me."
"Everywhere," Heero moaned quietly, barely moving his mouth to speak. "I'm bound with a great pain."
Duo propped himself up on one elbow, supporting himself over Heero's prone body. Gently, he lifted one of Heero's wrists and brought it to his lips, gently kissing one of the many scars that were carved into the skin there. "Does it hurt here?" he whispered quietly against the wrist, feeling the sensation of Heero's blood pounding through the veins just below that porcelain flesh. He kissed another scar softly, waiting for Heero's response."
"Aa." His voice was deep and husky, still sounding of that irresistible deep treble that had managed to entice Duo so many years ago.
Duo's probing lips continued on a trail down Heero's arm, gently kissing each violent slash that lined Heero's arm. Reaching the place where the scars ended, Duo moved to the other arm, starting at the hollow of his elbow and kissed each scar that ran down to Heero's other wrist. Finishing, he swept his lips gently across Heero's shoulder, falling upon the scars decorating his chest. "And here?" he asked, looking up at Heero with inquiring eyes.
"Aa." Heero's eyes were closed, allowing himself to simply feel Duo's lips upon his heated skin. It had been so long since he had allowed himself to feel.
With a slow nod, Duo bent down, swiping his tongue across Heero's torso, giving each wild slash his loving attentions. He could feel Heero trembling like mad beneath him, and whether it was because of the sensations he was procuring from his lover or if it was simply all the emotions surging through his body, Duo was unable to tell. "Where else, angel?" he asked, at long last finished with his divine ministrations.
"Here," he said softly, laying a hand atop his heart. Duo gently lifted Heero's fingers with his spidery hand and fell upon his chest with a hot tongue and wet lips, the reassuring thundering of Heero's heart pressing him to please Heero further.
When he was through, he simply had to look at Heero with those beautiful inquiring eyes of his for another direction. Heero laid his fingers upon his lips, his eyes drooping closed with contentedness as Duo leaned forward to kiss him passionately. He felt Heero's arms rise and wrap themselves tightly around his torso, pulling him closer. Duo could feel Heero's wide callused palm and slim fingers pressed against his back, the other rising up his thigh and re-exploring that hallowed territory beneath his skirt.
"You are a starved man feeding a ridiculous addiction," Duo breathed huskily as Heero's fingers started to toy with the lacy band of his lingerie. He smirked evilly, throwing himself on his back and tossing Heero back atop him, sending more sheets into disarray across the tiny bed. "I have to admire that."
Heero smirked darkly and kissed Duo yet again, never tired of that gingery taste. His soft lips slipped round Duo's jaw and slowly nipped their way down his slender neck. Tracing Duo's collarbone and falling pleasurably across his chest with more kisses, Heero slowly inched his way down the slinky form beneath him, quietly worshiping the spicy youth in his own unique way. Reaching the waistband of the sky blue skirt, Heero's mouth jumped over the fabric expanse, returning to Duo upon his knees, slowly inching his way up those languid thighs. Nuzzling the skirt upwards over Duo's flat stomach which was steadily rising and falling with every excited breath, Heero delved his lips between those soft thighs, kissing and exploring as he had the rest of Duo's beautiful body.
Duo shuddered, letting out an extremely delighted moan of pleasure as Heero's lips crossed a sensitive spot beneath his hip. His fingers were lost in the thick mess of slightly damp mahogany hair that fell shaggily over Heero's head as he pressed those starved lips closer to him.
"Fair exchange for the shirt," Heero whispered against Duo's heated flesh with a tug on the skirt. "Kinky as this is, it has to go." He sat up again, sitting comfortably upon Duo's legs as he fumbled with the large white buttons that held it around Duo's waist.
"Just get rid of it all. It's all grossly uncomfortable anyway. God, I can't even begin to tell you how painful it was to wear that damn corset tied tight enough to make me look all curvy and girlish," Duo purred with a long stretch, much like a sleepy cat. Flopping out comfortably with splayed limbs all across the little twin bed, he spoke up to Heero from beneath hooded eyelids and thick lashes, his dark purple eyes radiating that mysterious seduction that was so genuinely Duo. "Right now, the only thing I want to feel is you."
That was it for Heero. He could not think of a date yet on which his hands had ever moved faster. He dove back to Duo's hips with his pale rosy lips, his teeth gripping the lacy hem of the panties to guide them down Duo's legs with a little aid from his talented fingers. He tossed the somewhat moist lingerie off to the side, barely even noticing where it landed as he went back at Duo with those beautiful hands of his, fumbling with the skirt once more.
"Useless, angel. Just useless," Duo taunted, reaching down to give Heero a little aid. He was as anxious to free himself of the woman's girdle as much as Heero was. Though he was not constrained by much clothing at all, he was beginning to melt like he was robed for winter whilst standing on a beach. "For all you're talent, baby, you sure are a klutz."
Heero paused for a moment, one button halfway through its slit as he shot Duo that smug look of intrigue, one dark brown eyebrow raised quizzically. Duo's brutal honesty had never failed to amuse him. "You know," he commented, returning to the button after that brief hiatus, "only you could get away with a remark like that, kitten."
"Damn straight I know it," Duo evilly smiled back at the top of Heero's head, which was currently bent over his waist in deep concentration. "The hell do you think I said it for?"
"You said it because you know I'd let you get away with it, that's why," Heero snorted with a snide grin as he finally figured out how to disrobe Duo of the skirt at last, sitting upright again and whipping it off his hips in one fluid motion. His eyes fell upon Duo's now bare and very vulnerable body, his expression glassing over somewhat as he lost himself in a dreamlike trance. Duo's skin seemed to be of honeyed milk, bathed in the silvery wisps of moonlight that spied on their tryst through the window on the other side of the room. "God, only you would get away with it."
Duo turned his head gently, raising a slender hand upon the pillow to cradle his cheek as he felt Heero's eyes slowly dancing across his slender body. He tried to make himself as pleasing a display for his lover as he could, knowing full well what kind of effect his body tended to have on the usually stoic Japanese boy. His eyes flicked up at Heero, who still staring at him as if he were glimpsing a god with hazy eyes and slightly parted lips.
"You don't… realize how sinful you are," Heero gasped, catching his breath. He had not even been aware that his breathing had gone crazy in those few silent moments. His fingers reached forward, gently stroking beneath Duo's pert little chin. His thumb crept up around his plush cheek, softly sponging up the damp tears that had slid down Duo's face. Heero bent low over Duo's body, bringing his lips close to Duo's ear as he whispered in that low smoldering sensual tone of his, "Do you, kitten?"
"You never knew beauty in your youth because you never bothered to look at yourself in the mirror…" Duo managed to respond quickly, that tart note still ringing softly in his tempered bedroom voice. "You are so beautiful …Angel…."
"We shan't lay here arguing over who is more attractive, now shall we?" Heero asked in a playful tone as he laid a soft feathery kiss on Duo's partially closed eyelid. "Else we'll be up all night, ne?"
"We're both rather stubborn bastards, aren't we?" Duo agreed, his voice still soft and creamy as he whispered into his palm, Heero's lips caressing his exposed cheek. "Always have to get it the way we like or we'll be dragged kicking and screaming all the way to the alternative."
"Funny how we're so alike in those sort of respects," Heero answered in that still muted tone of his, nuzzling Duo's neck affectionately now.
"Yeah, and it's funny how you're making me horny as a rabbit with all your coddling, angel!" Duo groaned suddenly, his voice rising a couple decibels as his hips bucked upwards slightly. "Dammit!" he cried, repositioning himself so he lay flat on his back as he jerked Heero away from his neck and held him firmly by the cheeks with his palms. "Kiss me you loser!"
And hell, did they kiss. Duo yanked Heero forward and re-adhered his mouth to the other boy's, gently prying his lips open with his own. Heero found himself letting out an animal-like groan as Duo pulled away for a second just to take a quick breath; he was quickly returned satisfaction as Duo regained his air and made another delve at the wet cavern of his angel's mouth.
"Are you gonna fuck me, babe?" Duo groaned, his mind already churning out all the dirty things they could do to each other. "Oh God, Heero, just fuck me!"
"Don't ever say that again!" Suddenly, Heero pinned Duo to the bed by each wrist and stared hard at him. His eyes were warm, but were somehow still frozen over with that stoic seriousness that was so classic to him. He leaned down and laid a gentle kiss on Duo's lips, soft and comforting in its simplicity. "I could never 'just fuck you'. I could only make love to you, and you know it."
Duo stared up at his lover with wide amazed eyes, tiny clouts of water beginning to dampen his eyelashes. Hearing Heero actually admit something like that did wonders to his heart and he never knew that he could feel so wanted and loved by the one man he used to think could never learn what it meant to love. He reached up to let the beautiful Japanese boy know it with another delicate kiss. "Missed kissing you whenever I wanted to," Duo whispered against Heero's mouth as they took another pause. He sealed the comment with another quick nip at Heero's lips before settling back into the pillows as so he could gaze up at Heero's intense midnight blue eyes. "Missed being held and loved by you every day."
Heero said nothing and offered instead of words another affectionate cuddle beneath Duo's jaw. He never had been one to think up sweet-nothings anyway, knowing that Duo understood his hesitancy to speak his emotions out loud. At least Duo could accept that. Duo could accept most everything about him and did not allow it to bother him in the least.
"Missed…. Missed feeling loved… everyday," Duo whispered into Heero's ear softly. He could feel his lover's lips stretch into his quiet smile against his skin. "Missed… you… Hee-chan…."
Heero let out a soft whimper of agreement, muffled by Duo's shoulder. He went back to his slow worship of Duo's body, now able to do so more fully without any naughty girls' clothes to hinder his probing lips. "Let me pleasure you, Duo," Heero whispered as his lips played across the hard plane of Duo's quivering stomach. "I want you to know I still love you."
Duo squinted his eyes shut tight, curling his tongue so he could lick the roof of his mouth. He had heard Heero admit such things to 'Hoshi' many a time over the past couple of weeks, but there was something altogether more enchanting about hearing it like this. Heero was speaking to him, not one of his numerous aliases. He was sick of being other people's eyes and ears. He loved the thought that Heero spoke such words to him, and no one else.
He could feel the sweet caress of Heero's lips and warm tongue playing between his thighs, teasing him in a way that he had almost forgotten how to enjoy. He almost did not realize it as his body began to slip into a crash course of wild abandon with Heero in the pilot's seat as he subconsciously let parted his shapely legs for his magnificent lover. It had been so long since anyone had bothered to adore him so gently that Duo had almost forgotten that such joy existed. Heero had always had this mysterious ability to elicit some very pleasurable reactions out of Duo with his amazingly intoxicating ministrations. Though Heero had been fast to learn ways to make their bedroom exchanges feel good, Duo chalked his gentleness up to Heero's want to illustrate to him that he no longer was just a toy.
"Angel!" Duo cried out as Heero suddenly devoured most of his length in that gorgeous hot mouth of his. Duo's voice sank into a series of low moans and harsh gulps of air, punctuated here and there with some variation of Heero's name, fingers still raking frantically Heero's thick mess of hair as he guided him closer and closer to his rocketing pleasure.
Heero could tell Duo was close to melting into a gooey heap beneath his surprisingly curious lips and fingers and promptly ceased his kisses and touches, sitting back up on his haunches between Duo's spread legs, elbows resting on his knees and hands falling slackly 'twixt them. He licked the slightly salty tasting beginnings of Duo's passion spicing his lips with his quick darting tongue as he let that ridiculously sexy smoky gaze wander over Duo's lax body for what seemed to be the zillionth time that night. There was no way in hell Heero could ever have enough of his sultry little kitten.
And he knew that Duo knew that.
He fell on his hands and knees once more, positioning himself above Duo's body and slowly lowering himself atop him. Their skin burned and they seemed to meld into one being at even such a mere touch. Whatever ideas were running through Duo's head at the time, as he slid his arms around Heero's body and rubbed him closer, was far from what Heero had in mind. So one could imagine the surprise that crossed Duo's face when Heero maneuvered his lips to Duo's ear and whispered, "I want you to make love to me Duo." He paused for a second to let that sink in and to nibble on Duo's pierced earlobe, tasting the metallic bite of the rings that adorned the cartilage. He found his way back to a submissive position beneath Duo with a rustle of sheets and pillows. He pulled Duo downwards so he could continue to murmur into his elfin ear. "Make love to me, Duo… the way you used to…. Onegai…."
Duo could not believe it. He had always figured that their reunion would be a bout of wild sex on the floor. He had never expected it to be like this. Then again, he had never predicted that Heero would be in such a state of guilt and mental disarray that he would be so willing to make sure that he never exploited the most important gift he had ever received again. Duo realized then that it was Heero way of showing him that he was willing to work for Duo's happiness, without words. And to Duo, that was all he ever needed.
{A/N} My internet was being evil, so I'm sorry it took so long to post
this! Or maybe it just feels like it's been so long because I've been so
damn busy lately! Argh! It never ends! Hehe, guess who's getting thier driver's
permit soon! That's right--ME! Clear the roads!
Anyway, the little blurb
Duo sings is inevitably from *sigh* a Beatles song called 'A Day in the
Life'. It's a kind of sad random song, but I like it, hehe. Then again, I'm
just a loser. There's a Green Day reference in there somewhere if you're keen
enough to pick it out. You guys have picked up on the theme for most of
these chapter titles, yeah? Bonus points for you if you have. If not, go read
Ian Fleming; that might solve you problems. And if that doesn't work? Check out
a few movies….
Oh and I'm so sorry to anyone who wanted a lemon! Honestly, no matter how "good" I plan it out in my head, I have trouble actually typing the words and all it ends up being is a bunch of suggestive sap. Goddammit, I promise in my next story you'll get something real juicy, deserving of my kinky mind and our kinky lovers, hehe. I mean, really, my friggin' dad told my my mind was in the gutter. My dad, the man who doesn't believe in cencorship, pays me to draw him the women of Witchblade in bikinis for his office and buys his 13-year old son Playboy and Penthouse magazines. That says something!