Part Six - Heero
"Hey honey, I'm home. Didja miss me?" Duo's cheery voice belied the fact that I knew he'd stood outside the door for at least two minutes before he came inside. Probably afraid I'd be gone. It also belied the nervousness in his eyes as they swept the now-empty coffee table.
"Loads," I deadpanned.
He drifted through the living room for a few minutes, making idle conversation. It seemed he wasn't going to ask, but he couldn't sit still either. The tension curled through the space behind him. His movements sang with it as he headed to the kitchen.
"Hm, there really isn't much food here, is there?" he said, looking into the refrigerator. "I guess maybe I should go out and buy some more?" His way of asking how long I was going to stay.
"Duo." He froze for a moment, his back still to me. Then in one swift movement he swung to face me. I slowly took the cuffs out of my back pocket and held them out to him. The look in his eyes brought back the slow burn in my pulse. Surprisingly, he stayed where he was, although I could see the effort.
"Are you sure?" The words fairly vibrated with hunger and I could hear his breath deepen, but with incredible restraint he remained still. Before he could draw a breath I closed the distance between us, gripping his hand and forcing his fingers around the warm metal.
"Yes," I growled, already impatient. Eagerly I let my eyes roam over him, as if my gaze could devour him. I stopped at his neck. I could see the pulse and I was mesmerized by the way his skin throbbed with the rhythm of his heart. I heard myself growl with the need to run my tongue along that smooth flesh.
"Wait, wait, wait." Duo's hand was waved suddenly in front of my face, breaking my trance. Seizing my tattered control I took a step back. "Damn, you get turned on fast." I think he was trying to laugh, but all I could hear was the excitement threaded through the words.
"I think. Bedroom. Would...be...good. Now." I tried to be proud of the way that almost made a sentence, but there was no room for anything but craving the taste of his skin, the touch of his flesh. I fled down the hall; Duo easily keeping up with me. I burst into the room and threw myself onto the bed, kneading the covers in my fists until I could breathe again. Sitting up, I looked over at Duo who was watching me in obvious arousal. I had to close my eyes against the luscious sight.
"Where?" A perfectly good word, and more importantly one I could manage. "How?" I was falling into that place where speech couldn't follow, but I trusted him to understand. As if my words broke some trance, I heard him move closer. He was wise enough not to touch me.
"Take your clothes off," he whispered. Perhaps I had stripped faster during a mission, but I wouldn't have bet on it. Certainly not with my eyes closed.
"Just lay back, and put your hands over your head." I did. "Now, I'm going to just put these on and loop the chain over the bed slat here," he continued, as I felt the cool metal close around one wrist, then the other. "I don't think we need to bother with a word and all of that because I'm not actually going to do anything you might not like and we both know you could pull those apart in a heartbeat if you wanted to, but doing that would slow you down enough to come back to your senses. I hope." I growled in frustration and opened my eyes. Did he not understand what his voice did to me, even when he was babbling nervously?
The growl faded into a desperate moan as I watched him stand and undress. He almost glowed with desire and his every movement radiated sensuality. I could swear the heat from his skin reached me from where he stood beside the bed, moving agonizingly slow. I tried desperately not to writhe as I instinctively searched for stimulation for my aching erection. I didn't succeed in either.
Suddenly Duo was lying beside me, his soft hair slithering over my skin like electricity. I may have whimpered; I know I shivered. He rose up on his knees over me like a reckless god and when he bent to lick my neck the lust washed through me and unconsciously I reached to crush that magnificent hair in my hands. They were stopped short with a rattle of metal. It was pause enough to soothe the worst of the chaos boiling through me.
"Right. Slow is for later." He slid down my body and my sensitized nerves resonated at the silken cascade. Sight faded in a burst of pleasure as his lips wrapped around my arousal. Urgently I thrust my hips upwards. His mouth was liquid fire fueling my hunger, but after a few frantic moments I slowed. Something was missing, something I wanted as relentlessly as my release.
"Sss. Ssstt. Sssttt." I was grasping for words blindly. Duo seemed to understand. He stopped, and looked up uncertainly.
"What's wrong?" he murmured, and one word swam to me on that golden voice.
"Talk." I managed.
He blinked in confusion. "What?"
"Talk!" Without the oral stimulation, my focus was returning, ever so slightly. "Say something."
"You want me to talk dirty to you?" He sounded faintly amused. I snarled an inarticulate sound of frustration.
"Don't care. Just talk."
Something indefinable flickered across his face. As he moved back up my body I could feel him trembling along my skin. For the first time since succumbing to the passion drugging my intellect I felt his desire as clearly as my own, but then he was beside me, his fingers slick with something curled around the length of my shaft and I was lost again.
"First you think I'll never shut up, and then you want me to talk. What am I going to do with you Heero?" The meaning of the words ran away as he continued to stroke me. I pushed into his fist as his honey-thick voice resonated through my soul. The sound coiled around me as I climaxed, a synergy of sex and longing rushing through and out of me.
I barely noticed him wiping me off and the cuffs being undone as I brought my breathing under control, but soon I was deeply aware that, although Duo lay beside me afterwards, he was carefully not touching me.
"Now, in about an hour when you've had a chance to rest up a little bit, I think we can try something else, and I'll bet it's not so intense for you." His voice trembled with the effort of control, and I was extremely conscious of that too. I leaned up on one elbow and looked over at him. His skin was flushed, his breathing ragged, his physical arousal was obvious and seeing Duo's eyes glazed with hunger completed the most erotic picture I'd ever seen.
"Screw that," I murmured languidly. I leaned over and did what I could not have done earlier. The kiss was slow and deep, and totally in my control. In my sated afterglow, I could appreciate how different we were; whereas I fought my need until it controlled me, Duo acquiesced and melted into his passion. His kiss embodied sensuality; it was as breathless and desirable as sex itself.
I trailed my lips down his body, finally tasting the skin I'd hungered for. Salty and tart, and warm like cocoa. I couldn't decide if he was moaning softly or whimpering loudly, but I took a fierce delight in the sound. When I took him into my mouth he shuddered violently. Briefly I considered teasing him, but instantly rejected the idea as cruel. Besides, there would be time for that later. He thrust into me and I hummed in pleasure, letting the sound roll onto my lips. He came almost immediately, pouring into my mouth with a low cry of pleasure. I choked for a moment at the unique sensation and some of the warm fluid escaped my lips. I pulled back a bit and captured the rest.
He stopped breathing for a long moment, long enough for me to become worried. But as I pushed up the length of his body he gasped and threw his arms around me, fitting himself close as if he were trying to fuse us on a molecular level.
"What's wrong?" I was confused. He shook his head violently, keeping his face pressed tightly against my shoulder. "Duo." Now I was nervous, shading quickly into frightened. And then...he looked up at me. Something deep and powerful moved in his eyes until he blinked. Whatever I had glimpsed withdrew back into his soul.
"I just...God." Duo's voice was heavy with wonder and delight. "That was so much better than I..."
I couldn't help smirking just a bit at reducing him to ineloquence. My ego believed this rarely happened.
"Even if this is the only time," he went on, settling his head back against me, so that his face was once again hidden, "I've never felt anything like that before. Thank you."
I went still beside him. "I thought you told me we were going to try something else in an hour," I said neutrally. "This just means we start off even." The luminous joy on his face as he sat up beside me was amazing. "Did you think I was going to leave?" After a very silent pause, he nodded once. "I came to find you, remember? If anyone has the right to be insecure, it's me." And suddenly, I was. Inane as it sounds with him looking at me like that, I was unexpectedly afraid.
Somehow, he knew. Gently he laced his fingers into mine and held on tightly. "Heero, I won't be sorry, and I won't regret it." He pulled gently on our twined hands until I sat up facing him. He put his hand on my cheek and the gesture was more intimate than all the sex that had gone before. "We're not strangers to each other. We've already fought and made up, divided the chores and shared a kitchen. You know what I like and I know what you hate. I've wanted you in my life for...God knows how long." Threaded through the words was the simplicity of truth.
"Duo." I said his name like a prayer, and perhaps it was. "Be with me." He gave me one of those eloquent smiles, and it was answer enough. "We'll work the details out tomorrow."
Just as I was about to pull him back down into my arms, the doorbell rang. We looked at each other in shock. Swiftly, I slid to the only window in the room, and looked through the curtains without touching them.
"There's a flower delivery van outside." My senses had already gone on alert. Duo stood and pulled on a robe.
"Nobody delivers flowers at," he spared a glance at the clock, "one in the morning."
We left the bedroom together. I hadn't bothered to dress, but I did retrieve my gun. I stood to one side of the door, adrenaline pumping through me as the bell rang again.
"Who is it?" Duo called from the other side of the door.
"Flowers for Mr. Maxwell," came the muffled voice.
"Do you know what time it is?"
"I'm excruciatingly aware. But when you pay me as much as Mr. Winner is paying me, I'll deliver them whenever and wherever he wants."
I watched as a delighted smile transformed Duo's face. He flung open the door before I could stop him. Fortunately the man didn't try to enter. I could see a clipboard thrust in, which Duo signed with a flourish. Then his arms were full as the anonymous deliveryman dumped a huge vase overflowing with blossoms into them. Duo kicked the door closed and practically ran to the kitchen. I followed.
He was laughing wildly as he regarded the display. In answer to my questioning look, he pointed to something sticking out at the top. Mounted on a sturdy stick, where the card holder should be, was a thin metal wafer.
"Is that what I think it is?" He nodded, still laughing helplessly. Looking closer, I spotted a small envelope tucked into the mass of greenery. I pulled it out and as expected, it had Duo's name written in Quatre's florid script. Wordlessly I handed it to him.
He had finally gotten his laughter under control, but I watched in amazement as his grin seemed to flow through his whole body as he read the note. He handed it to me, waiting delightedly for my reaction.
Lunch on the 23rd at the Plaza. 1:00. You're safe until then. After that, be afraid, for it's my turn. Q
I looked up. "You are going to be a very interesting person to live with." In a breath he was locked against me, holding me tightly.
"God, I love you," he breathed. Instead of being overwhelmed, I was astonished at the peace that flowed into me. He was not my anchor, he was my partner. The revelation freed me in a way I hadn't understood I'd needed. I was reminded again of that glorious freefall, only this time there was nothing waiting for me at the end because there was no end.
"Come back to bed." I said softly.
"Hey honey, I'm home. Didja miss me?" Duo's cheery voice belied the fact that I knew he'd stood outside the door for at least two minutes before he came inside. Probably afraid I'd be gone. It also belied the nervousness in his eyes as they swept the now-empty coffee table.
"Loads," I deadpanned.
He drifted through the living room for a few minutes, making idle conversation. It seemed he wasn't going to ask, but he couldn't sit still either. The tension curled through the space behind him. His movements sang with it as he headed to the kitchen.
"Hm, there really isn't much food here, is there?" he said, looking into the refrigerator. "I guess maybe I should go out and buy some more?" His way of asking how long I was going to stay.
"Duo." He froze for a moment, his back still to me. Then in one swift movement he swung to face me. I slowly took the cuffs out of my back pocket and held them out to him. The look in his eyes brought back the slow burn in my pulse. Surprisingly, he stayed where he was, although I could see the effort.
"Are you sure?" The words fairly vibrated with hunger and I could hear his breath deepen, but with incredible restraint he remained still. Before he could draw a breath I closed the distance between us, gripping his hand and forcing his fingers around the warm metal.
"Yes," I growled, already impatient. Eagerly I let my eyes roam over him, as if my gaze could devour him. I stopped at his neck. I could see the pulse and I was mesmerized by the way his skin throbbed with the rhythm of his heart. I heard myself growl with the need to run my tongue along that smooth flesh.
"Wait, wait, wait." Duo's hand was waved suddenly in front of my face, breaking my trance. Seizing my tattered control I took a step back. "Damn, you get turned on fast." I think he was trying to laugh, but all I could hear was the excitement threaded through the words.
"I think. Bedroom. Would...be...good. Now." I tried to be proud of the way that almost made a sentence, but there was no room for anything but craving the taste of his skin, the touch of his flesh. I fled down the hall; Duo easily keeping up with me. I burst into the room and threw myself onto the bed, kneading the covers in my fists until I could breathe again. Sitting up, I looked over at Duo who was watching me in obvious arousal. I had to close my eyes against the luscious sight.
"Where?" A perfectly good word, and more importantly one I could manage. "How?" I was falling into that place where speech couldn't follow, but I trusted him to understand. As if my words broke some trance, I heard him move closer. He was wise enough not to touch me.
"Take your clothes off," he whispered. Perhaps I had stripped faster during a mission, but I wouldn't have bet on it. Certainly not with my eyes closed.
"Just lay back, and put your hands over your head." I did. "Now, I'm going to just put these on and loop the chain over the bed slat here," he continued, as I felt the cool metal close around one wrist, then the other. "I don't think we need to bother with a word and all of that because I'm not actually going to do anything you might not like and we both know you could pull those apart in a heartbeat if you wanted to, but doing that would slow you down enough to come back to your senses. I hope." I growled in frustration and opened my eyes. Did he not understand what his voice did to me, even when he was babbling nervously?
The growl faded into a desperate moan as I watched him stand and undress. He almost glowed with desire and his every movement radiated sensuality. I could swear the heat from his skin reached me from where he stood beside the bed, moving agonizingly slow. I tried desperately not to writhe as I instinctively searched for stimulation for my aching erection. I didn't succeed in either.
Suddenly Duo was lying beside me, his soft hair slithering over my skin like electricity. I may have whimpered; I know I shivered. He rose up on his knees over me like a reckless god and when he bent to lick my neck the lust washed through me and unconsciously I reached to crush that magnificent hair in my hands. They were stopped short with a rattle of metal. It was pause enough to soothe the worst of the chaos boiling through me.
"Right. Slow is for later." He slid down my body and my sensitized nerves resonated at the silken cascade. Sight faded in a burst of pleasure as his lips wrapped around my arousal. Urgently I thrust my hips upwards. His mouth was liquid fire fueling my hunger, but after a few frantic moments I slowed. Something was missing, something I wanted as relentlessly as my release.
"Sss. Ssstt. Sssttt." I was grasping for words blindly. Duo seemed to understand. He stopped, and looked up uncertainly.
"What's wrong?" he murmured, and one word swam to me on that golden voice.
"Talk." I managed.
He blinked in confusion. "What?"
"Talk!" Without the oral stimulation, my focus was returning, ever so slightly. "Say something."
"You want me to talk dirty to you?" He sounded faintly amused. I snarled an inarticulate sound of frustration.
"Don't care. Just talk."
Something indefinable flickered across his face. As he moved back up my body I could feel him trembling along my skin. For the first time since succumbing to the passion drugging my intellect I felt his desire as clearly as my own, but then he was beside me, his fingers slick with something curled around the length of my shaft and I was lost again.
"First you think I'll never shut up, and then you want me to talk. What am I going to do with you Heero?" The meaning of the words ran away as he continued to stroke me. I pushed into his fist as his honey-thick voice resonated through my soul. The sound coiled around me as I climaxed, a synergy of sex and longing rushing through and out of me.
I barely noticed him wiping me off and the cuffs being undone as I brought my breathing under control, but soon I was deeply aware that, although Duo lay beside me afterwards, he was carefully not touching me.
"Now, in about an hour when you've had a chance to rest up a little bit, I think we can try something else, and I'll bet it's not so intense for you." His voice trembled with the effort of control, and I was extremely conscious of that too. I leaned up on one elbow and looked over at him. His skin was flushed, his breathing ragged, his physical arousal was obvious and seeing Duo's eyes glazed with hunger completed the most erotic picture I'd ever seen.
"Screw that," I murmured languidly. I leaned over and did what I could not have done earlier. The kiss was slow and deep, and totally in my control. In my sated afterglow, I could appreciate how different we were; whereas I fought my need until it controlled me, Duo acquiesced and melted into his passion. His kiss embodied sensuality; it was as breathless and desirable as sex itself.
I trailed my lips down his body, finally tasting the skin I'd hungered for. Salty and tart, and warm like cocoa. I couldn't decide if he was moaning softly or whimpering loudly, but I took a fierce delight in the sound. When I took him into my mouth he shuddered violently. Briefly I considered teasing him, but instantly rejected the idea as cruel. Besides, there would be time for that later. He thrust into me and I hummed in pleasure, letting the sound roll onto my lips. He came almost immediately, pouring into my mouth with a low cry of pleasure. I choked for a moment at the unique sensation and some of the warm fluid escaped my lips. I pulled back a bit and captured the rest.
He stopped breathing for a long moment, long enough for me to become worried. But as I pushed up the length of his body he gasped and threw his arms around me, fitting himself close as if he were trying to fuse us on a molecular level.
"What's wrong?" I was confused. He shook his head violently, keeping his face pressed tightly against my shoulder. "Duo." Now I was nervous, shading quickly into frightened. And then...he looked up at me. Something deep and powerful moved in his eyes until he blinked. Whatever I had glimpsed withdrew back into his soul.
"I just...God." Duo's voice was heavy with wonder and delight. "That was so much better than I..."
I couldn't help smirking just a bit at reducing him to ineloquence. My ego believed this rarely happened.
"Even if this is the only time," he went on, settling his head back against me, so that his face was once again hidden, "I've never felt anything like that before. Thank you."
I went still beside him. "I thought you told me we were going to try something else in an hour," I said neutrally. "This just means we start off even." The luminous joy on his face as he sat up beside me was amazing. "Did you think I was going to leave?" After a very silent pause, he nodded once. "I came to find you, remember? If anyone has the right to be insecure, it's me." And suddenly, I was. Inane as it sounds with him looking at me like that, I was unexpectedly afraid.
Somehow, he knew. Gently he laced his fingers into mine and held on tightly. "Heero, I won't be sorry, and I won't regret it." He pulled gently on our twined hands until I sat up facing him. He put his hand on my cheek and the gesture was more intimate than all the sex that had gone before. "We're not strangers to each other. We've already fought and made up, divided the chores and shared a kitchen. You know what I like and I know what you hate. I've wanted you in my life for...God knows how long." Threaded through the words was the simplicity of truth.
"Duo." I said his name like a prayer, and perhaps it was. "Be with me." He gave me one of those eloquent smiles, and it was answer enough. "We'll work the details out tomorrow."
Just as I was about to pull him back down into my arms, the doorbell rang. We looked at each other in shock. Swiftly, I slid to the only window in the room, and looked through the curtains without touching them.
"There's a flower delivery van outside." My senses had already gone on alert. Duo stood and pulled on a robe.
"Nobody delivers flowers at," he spared a glance at the clock, "one in the morning."
We left the bedroom together. I hadn't bothered to dress, but I did retrieve my gun. I stood to one side of the door, adrenaline pumping through me as the bell rang again.
"Who is it?" Duo called from the other side of the door.
"Flowers for Mr. Maxwell," came the muffled voice.
"Do you know what time it is?"
"I'm excruciatingly aware. But when you pay me as much as Mr. Winner is paying me, I'll deliver them whenever and wherever he wants."
I watched as a delighted smile transformed Duo's face. He flung open the door before I could stop him. Fortunately the man didn't try to enter. I could see a clipboard thrust in, which Duo signed with a flourish. Then his arms were full as the anonymous deliveryman dumped a huge vase overflowing with blossoms into them. Duo kicked the door closed and practically ran to the kitchen. I followed.
He was laughing wildly as he regarded the display. In answer to my questioning look, he pointed to something sticking out at the top. Mounted on a sturdy stick, where the card holder should be, was a thin metal wafer.
"Is that what I think it is?" He nodded, still laughing helplessly. Looking closer, I spotted a small envelope tucked into the mass of greenery. I pulled it out and as expected, it had Duo's name written in Quatre's florid script. Wordlessly I handed it to him.
He had finally gotten his laughter under control, but I watched in amazement as his grin seemed to flow through his whole body as he read the note. He handed it to me, waiting delightedly for my reaction.
Lunch on the 23rd at the Plaza. 1:00. You're safe until then. After that, be afraid, for it's my turn. Q
I looked up. "You are going to be a very interesting person to live with." In a breath he was locked against me, holding me tightly.
"God, I love you," he breathed. Instead of being overwhelmed, I was astonished at the peace that flowed into me. He was not my anchor, he was my partner. The revelation freed me in a way I hadn't understood I'd needed. I was reminded again of that glorious freefall, only this time there was nothing waiting for me at the end because there was no end.
"Come back to bed." I said softly.