8. Cry of the Beloved
I felt my legs lifted up to where they rested against his shoulders. Then, I moaned and
pulled at him. I could feel him lining up against my body and then, I felt him begin to press
into me. I was impatient. What part of the word now is hard to understand?
However, Heero carefully held my hips down. A soft chuckle greeted my ears and I
snorted. Then, he pressed himself the rest of the way in and waited, he held as my muscles
relaxed. Finally, he pulled out.
Then, he thrust back in and I cried out his name as I grabbed onto him. This was good.
My mind overloaded and all I could think was: Heero, Heero, Heero. His cock was big...
and in me. That thought made me thrust my hips upward and I found that he was no
longer holding me down. I liked that.
Control. It was control. Heero wasn't the only one who needed that.
I felt his hands close on me and moaned as he continued. He picked a rhythm and then
leaned down to kiss me. Listerine and cherries again. I knew he could taste himself on me
and I knew it reminded him as my tongue slipped past his lips.
Hands delved into my hair and ran through strands of chestnut. I wondered absently where
the tie had gone. It was a desperate beat as we warred for dominance. I thrust my hips
upward as Heero moved inside of me. I felt his warm body against me and could hear him
crash into me. I scratched against his back as our lips met, hips snapping upward as I
moved. Here he was, my perfect soldier, falling over and over into my body.
Slowly, my mind was losing itself. I was gone. The pleasure built as I cried out against him
and he seemed to sense me because he moved harder. His hand against me stroked faster
with our rhythm. Our.
"Yes! Heero!" I cried and suddenly I was coming between both of us. My muscles
tightened and he yelled my name, as rarely as he does that, and I could feel him coming
with one final thrust and a tightening of the hands on my hips that was definitely going to
leave a mark. I wrapped my legs around him and we stayed that way for a moment.
The moment seemed suspended and I could swear that if there is Heaven on earth, I had
just found it. Then, Heero pulled from me and I heard the distant sounds of him cleaning
up.
Then, he climbed into the bed and kissed me softly, pulling the covers over both of us.
Heero grabbed me, dragging me into a warm cavern of shaggy hair, warm breath, and the
clean scent of soap. He rubbed my chest, moving in shapes as he tilted my chin upward
and tenderly kissed my nose.
It was gentle, like the soft beat of falling leaves, against my skin. Then, the kiss moved to
my neck... and lower to my collar-bone. So familar. Bumps raised against my skin and he
slowly blew against them. I shivered.
"Heero?" I asked, questioning.
"I love you Duo," he said simply as he lay against a pillow. "And because I do, I can wait.
But, I'm not going to just fuck your brains out every night, as wonderful as that is, so that
you won't remember for a moment. I want more than that and you deserve more than that.
I want you to talk to me."
"I..."
"It's alright," Heero nodded. "Go to sleep. But, you will talk to me... won't you?"
"It's all I ever do, isn't it?" I laughed and hugged him tight.
"Without the masks?" the man replied. I'm thinking of Heero as a man from here on out.
There's no way the creature I was holding was a child. He... knew.
"I'll try," I said slowly. "Heero..."
"Hn?"
"I wanted to see you," I said slowly, child-like.
"I know."
-TBC-