7. Cry of the Lover
I moved the bolt to the left and heard the ominous click as the door locked. I took a
breath and then another. It was a simple matter of preparation right? Duo would laugh at
me, looking clinically at something that was passion, but I didn't want to hurt him. He
needed it, I wanted it. Just casual. Rumor has it soldiers have done it in the past, why not
now?
....
Preparation. I needed a lubricant. Trowa's bag. Moving stealthily, I started going through
the silent soldier's luggage. Everyone had dumped their things in here. It was logical. I
slept here. I would destroy everything if we were discovered and it was easier this way
than going from room to room. I found 03's bag and pulled his toiletries from it, thanking
him for not taking it out and grabbed a condom and a small vial of oil. I hoped there
wouldn't be a scent, but the hope was empty. It better, at least, not be flowers or
something ridiculous. Hn. 04.
Duo had sat up on the bed, his hand resting on his crotch and moving slowly as sightless
eyes searched the room. The scars crisscrossed his eyes in a milky pattern, turning it into a
lighter violet as white mixed with purple. It didn't matter, he was still beautiful. Chestnut
hair had come undone somehow in our play and the strands flew gently over his shoulders
as the braid slowly unwound without the rubberband to hold it. Yes, he was beautiful.
"Heero?" he asked the room.
"I'm here," I said, standing up with my finds. I slid onto the bed, setting them aside and
then moved to unbutton his shirt. The buttons came loose easily and I slid the shirt over
his head. The black garment hit the floor somewhere and Duo jumped at the sound.
"It's alright," I whispered.
"Please..." he chanted in response and I looked at him surprised. He was begging? For
what? "Please... touch me..." That cleared things up. Roger.
My hands played against his sides and I marveled at the pale, creamy skin of his body. Lips
tugged at nipples, biting softly and then easing pain. I could listen to his gasps forever. I
was between his legs and crawled forward, playing with his neck and planting kisses. His
collarbone seemed to get the loudest cry.
I had to be careful, balancing myself so I wouldn't hurt his ribs, as I moved my kisses
downward. He smelled so wonderful. His skin was like... I don't know what it was like...
but it was perfect. He was the perfect one, not me.
"Yes..." Duo cried and I felt strong legs wrap around me and jumped in surprise. He may
have understood trust, but the concept was foreign to me. I knew control. Quickly, I
undid his pants with my teeth, tugging at buttons and then easing the offending cloth down
perfect, sculpted legs.
He was Apollo.
And, Apollo had decided not to wear underwear. Closing my hand around him, I felt him
jump in surprise. His back arched and he thrust himself into my hands. Stroking along the
sides of his cock, I gasped as he flushed. His eyes were open and he was lost. Yet, his
hands still sought me.
Why me?
"Now... Heero, I want you!" the Deathscythe pilot cried and I found myself hesitating.
"Ninmu ryoukai," I assented and then I felt his hands tear off my shirt. I wished I had
thought of that. It would have saved time. The spandex went the same way and Duo
laughed, "Mmm, going commando, eh Heero?"
"Aa."
I rested above him, letting his hands explore me. A moment later, I moaned as his hand
closed around my erection, a finger stroked the surface and slowly traced the slit at the
head. Silky hands became my universe and then I felt him move. The warmth of his hands
left and I bit back a gasp of disappointment.
I wasn't disappointed for long. Hands slowly pressed me to the bed and I let them, I knew
I could bolt at any moment. I knew I could get away at the first sign of an enemy. A
moment later I think I even forgot where my gun was. A warmth eased it's way over me
and I opened my eyes to see a chestnut head of hair buried between my legs.
I could feel his lips play with me, licking everywhere. Duo. Duo. Duo. His tongue lapped
at me and played, moving to fondle one ball and then the other as he ran his teeth slowly
down me. Never in one spot for very long. He was good... nothing had ever felt this good.
I was on the verge of it... balancing on a chasm I hadn't begun to understand.
Then, he pulled away and I know I whimpered. There was laughter. "I don't want you to
come yet," Duo whispered and then kissed me roughly. I could taste a slight hint of
something I recognized as me on his lips and he seemed inclined to share.
"I want you to come in me," he whispered against my jawbone and I nodded.
"Hai," I whispered and if it were possible to become any harder, I would have been. I was
going to be in Duo. Beautiful Duo. Strong Duo. Sexy Duo. What was making me think all
these things? Wasn't he just a loud-mouthed baka?
Duo lay against the bed and I watched as he slowly spread his legs for me. I moaned and
moved, my hands trailing at the inside of thighs as I pressed his legs further up until I
could see my goal. Reaching under the pillow, I grabbed the stolen oil and quickly
dribbled it down him, running it on my fingers as well.
Duo gasped and I winced. I hadn't heated it. "Mmm... keep going," the pale boy
whispered.
Slowly, I pressed one finger past his muscles, easing it into his body and I shook slightly.
In Duo. I waited until he had adjusted and then slowly worked it inside him, stretching as I
went until he had started rocking against me. I added another finger as gradually and
began scissoring it inside him. He continued fucking himself against my hand until I felt
something brush against my fingers.
"God!" Duo cried and I repeated the motion as he writhed against me. I repeated it once
more, loving his cries and moans of passion until he said the words I had waited for.
"Ready... now!"
"Hn," I said in a husky voice I hardly recognized as I placed the condom on carefully.
Then, Duo grabbed me down for a passionate kiss and I moved to lift his legs.