Okay, I am officially having fun with this. Sequel to "For the Sake of Pleasure" told from Duo's point of view. Credit to the lovely and wonderful Kim for providing the personas of Heero and Trowa, Much love! And P.S. The fragmented sentences are supposed to be there.

Mystify Me

I do admit, with much embarrassment, that when the door struck me in the face, a small yelp escaped my mouth. Whether that makes me less of a man, I don't know. A good run of bad luck. I mean, what are the odds? The current boyfriend finding the lustful, slightly melancholy want to be boyfriend lurking around outside the bedroom he shares with the object of my desire? Not good odds for me. Momentarily beside myself with shock, all I can do is gawk in my confusion, flummoxed, flustered, and exposed. I must have looked like a complete ass, since my wits were scattered, and my cool and confident veneer, momentarily shattered. Yet I still had one element in my favor-the hallway was mostly eclipsed in shadows, concealing my dumbfounded gape, and fortuitously, my now lax penis, still on display, revealed through the slit in my boxers. Not so cocky now. No pun intended. So here I lie, spread eagle before my rival, and he is merely staring back at me, his eyes widened in partial surprise, gazing where he assumed my face to be in the darkness. Momentarily saved.

"You gave me a fright", he said lowly. I would have commented on the tenor of his voice, slightly higher from how he usually addresses me, in a smooth monotone. The pitch only faintly wavered, but I still caught it. I did my best to nod in casual agreement, and thankfully, he did not inquire as to why I was slinking around in the shadows before their bedchamber, so I didn't supply an answer. Good thing too, for in my daze I hadn't been able to probe my mind for a sufficient soft-spoken half-truth, to explain myself. He stepped slowly around me, and I noticed for a brief moment a brief falter in his gait, and then he disappeared into the bathroom. I felt a momentary lapse of sympathy, and then my attention was drawn back to the matter at hand, and swiftly tucking myself back into my boxers, I scrambled to my feet, lest Heero should appear and further my plight, and promptly returned to my quarters to lick my wounds from the privacy of my own room. As much as I feel bad for Trowa at the moment, there is an adequate portion of my brain lamenting over the fact that I would have liked to cum a second time this night. But currently, I'm too rattled to attend to that matter. Funny how that goes.

I managed to rouse the next morning around nine, feeling only somewhat awkward and beside myself, but determined to not allow such sentiments to influence my demeanor. After taking a few minutes to stretch, and not bothering to change yet, I languidly made my way into the kitchen, to find the both of them seated at the table, Trowa eating breakfast, and Heero occupying himself with his usual morning task-reading the morning newspaper.Very much unlike my usual morning task, which consists of masturbating in the shower. But for the moment that can wait. I proceeded to seat myself before them, Heero giving me an acknowledging nod, and Trowa raising his head for a quick glance, but his eyes lingered.

Ignoring the scrutiny, I gave a cordial smile and voiced, "morning Heero." No response, but his eyes remained focused on my features.

Quirking a brow and regarding them both, I inquired, "what?" Heero lowered his gaze faintly, and questioned sternly, "whom have you brought into this apartment?"

I eyed him, and then replied simply, "Nobody," while he continued to eye me. Trowa's gaze did not falter either, but he looked more indifferent than anything else, and I felt Heero's gaze on me still, pinning me on the spot.

I heard him ask, "Then whose semen is on your face?" I probably blanched for a moment, then I felt my features quickly burn a deep shade of crimson, as I sheepishly extended my hand to rub the dried cum off my forehead. I had forgotten about that.

"It's mine," I managed to mumble.

I glanced at Trowa to distinguish the barest hint of amusement evident on his face. Great. Heero continued to study me, and plucking up my courage, I gave a smooth grin, then leaned over to him, and wiped my forehead against his shoulder. He regarded me strangely. If he won't swallow my semen, the least he can do is wear it for a while. He growled, seemingly unaffected, and all I can do is smile.

Perhaps I am crude, perhaps I'm too forward, and perhaps I'm too brash. But I cannot craft poetry, weave words into rhyme; I get my tongue tied up in knots. I would choke on my chagrin of performing a serenade. I am not soft spoken, my voice falters. I can't do everything, but just the same, I'd still do anything for you. Do not label me as the doting minstrel, courting the comely prince, though Heero does have a regal beauty. So this is my unabashed, unorthodox, unrefined way of saying, I like you.

Too much?

Jarred from my moment of introspection, I saw Heero nonchalantly get up from the table, and exit the room. I know I should not follow; it's too risky right now. But I will anyway. I wait a few moments, and then rise from my position, under the pretense of entering the living room. But I veer to the right, and down the hall. What am I planning to do? I don't know. He is not in his bedroom; I detect no sounds from within. I enter my own room, and quickly pulled on a pair of blue jeans, buttoning them as I reemerge into the hallway. That's when I become aware of a light on in the bathroom, and the noise of running water. The Shower. Do I dare? Oh yes, I dare.

Approaching the door, I silently reach out and clasp the cold steel knob, and part the door ajar, before boldly taking several steps forward. Heero. Completely nude. Completely wet. Completely beautiful. What waking wet dream have I wandered into? His figure is silhouetted behind the plastic curtain, but it does not conceal much. Suddenly these jeans feel keenly constricting. I should not leer, but just the same, I cannot tear my gaze away from him, I do not want to miss a detail. A cheap thrill maybe, but worth it. Becoming aware of my presence, he drew back the curtain, and studied me in question. Yes, it gets better.

I do not speak right away, and it is plainly obvious that I am not looking him in the eye. It cannot be helped, a body this perfectly sculpted, free of flaw, should not exist in nature.

"What do you require?" He asks me plainly, but I barely hear him. My eyes are lingering on his groin, intrigued by the fact that he is not circumcised, so much more arousing. I wonder if I asked him to turn around if he would comply. Doubtful.

I lift my gaze and regard him intently, the word tumblingfrom my lips without heed.

"You."

He appears puzzled, and then asks, "What do you need me to do?"

His cluelessness is adorable.

I lick my lips. He is acutely tempting me with his words, such implications.

Slowly my vision is lured back to his genitals, and it is all I can do, not to kneel before him, and lick off the bead of water sliding down his penis from the stream of water washing down his chest. I am transfixed with this. I bet I could make him cry out, succumb to abandon and moan my name, quake beneath my touch. I respond distractedly.

"Touch yourself."

His reply is a harsh command to exit, and giving one last longing glance, I assent, shutting the door soundlessly behind me. But itis too late; I am already forming a plan. Mystified, and now the damage cannot be undone, and all I can do is smile.