A/N: Sorry about the long wait. My internet crashed on me and it took a while to get someone to come and fix it. During that time I wrote a grand total of 2 chapters, but to my great misfortune they were erased-both floppy disk and computer files. So I had to start from scratch.
Warnings: Language possible sexual content depending on how you look at it.
Pairings: Main focus on 1x2, brief mention of on and off 3x4
Disclaimers: Standard disclaimers apply.
Chapter 15: Let it Burn
My father would be returning home soon. I couldn't help but wonder why he had left in the first place. My mother had left the message on the answering machine- the first thing I heard when I came home later on from the club.
Speaking of which, Anthony had insisted that I stay and sleep off the alcohol but I was adamant in my refusal. I didn't trust myself to sleep in at Anthony's-no offense to him of course. I felt somewhat weird when I had left as if a door had opened in my mind somewhere.
The ride home on the subway was noisy. My head was pounding and this old man on subway swore he could sing-and dance. I wished to let him know other wise but couldn't, due to my lack of stability. I must've looked like a regular crack addict on that damn A train.
I flopped on the sofa tiredly, trying my best to will away the nausea I suddenly felt. I could only imagine that I reeked of alcohol and even went as far as to scold myself for messing up my aunt's couch like that. But I stopped when I realized she was never home anyways. What would she care if the couch smelled like alcohol?
I snuggled my face into the corner of the couch and was knocked out by Dr. Snorlax's hammer within the next few seconds.
Blissful, haunted, sleep.
(X)(x)(X)
I stretched and allowed my shirt to rise up and reveal my belly button. It was dark all around me and not a light shone from outside the apartment's window. I refused to get up and investigate though, for the dulling comfort I felt was too much to just give up.
I rolled over, with my arm thrown over my eyes while the other wrapped loosely around my torso. My breaths came calm and regulated as the minutes went on, still sleep didn't come.
A gasp came from me as something warm crept up my chest, freezing me in place while burning me alive. The fire split into the form of hands, splaying over my chest and caressing me gently. I arched slightly into the touch, wanting nothing more than the feeling to continue. I moved the arm around my torso to stretch above me as I moved against the couch, moaning softly to myself.
The hands continued to move up and down the length of my body before stopping to trace a finger over my lips. I complied with the silent request and parted them allowing something warm to enter my mouth and work against my tongue fervently.
I brought my hands up and was surprised to find them holding a rock hard body to me, the hands now moving to caress my thigh.
Our lips parted and I opened my eyes to find myself staring into intense blue ones. The face holding those eyes was fixed into an expression of longing as the intense blue eyes continued to cloud over with lust.
My Heero……….
Heero lowered his lips to my neck and began sucking gently at the skin there. My hands dragged up slowly to move through his hair, savoring the feeling of his mouth against my skin. I found the fires slowly moving to stir in my belly and shoot through me causing me groan and further arch my back.
He kissed more roughly at the base of my neck and sucked harder, his head moving from side steadily. A whimper fell from my lips as the feeling intensified, and a gasp followed shortly after it as a hand dipped inside my boxers and willed me to part my legs. The hand slid down, fingers trailing delicately down the sensitive skin between my legs, they stopped to slowly massage the sac there and I shuddered and ebnt my knee up, giving him access.
"Heero….." The massaging stopped and soon eager fingers prodded at my entrance. I shrunk back into the couch muttering into Heero's hair.
"Please…" A finger penetrated me slowly and in turn I thrust back against it, wanting it to be deeper inside me. I moaned as the finger began to move in and out, sliding against the cluster, but not enough to gain the pleasure I wanted. Another finger joined the first and began pumping more insistently and I allowed my eyes to slip shut. Heero's tongue delved into my mouth and his body moved against mines in time with the steady thrusting of his fingers and my body's own needy response.
I felt a tremor run through my body before arching my back violently and letting a scream tear free from my throat. I fell back against the couch, letting the blood recover from its steady rushing and the heat to slowly seep from my body.
I opened my eyes and when I did the same intense blue eyes met mines but set in the face of another.
Set in the face of Anthony…
(X)(x)(X)
My eyes snapped open and I snapped up, instantly wrapping my arms around myself and staring, panicked, into the thick darkness. I swallowed constantly, trying to cure my suddenly dry throat but to no avail.
Evidence of my fucked-up dream sequence stood proudly, tenting my boxers and I wrinkled up my nose, disgusted with myself.
I turned around and slid my feet of the couch, allowing my feet to touch the plush carpet spanning over my aunt's living room. The arpet felt incredibly far way even though it was right beneath my feet.
Lord knew what time in the morning it was if I was this disoriented.
I cursed to myself as I shuffled tiredly to the bathroom, slipped my clothes off, and turned the shower on full blast- cold.
My skin automatically drew back reflexively, flinching, as I stepped under the freezing cold water. I was instantly awake and therefore removed the tie from the end of my braid while working out the plait under the water. I moved the water module to the left downwards, making it hot instead of cold now that my problem was cured and I needed it to wash my hair.
Washing my hair had always been something I dreaded, even when I was a little kid and my mom did it for me. My hair wasn't always this long, but never the less I hated washing my hair. My mom would make me stick my head in the sink while she lathered up the shampoo and then I would cry for a towel when the soap spilled down towards my eyes and began to blind me.
"One more minute hon, I'm almost done!" She'd say, trying to calm me down.
Yea hon one more minute, maybe you'll still have sight left in one eye by the time I'm through.
I smirked at the memory, allowing my hair to curtain around me now that it was free of it's braid. The shampoo was taken down and I applied a generous amount to the top of my head; I could feel the thick gel begin torun down on all sides of my head and began to massage the stuff into my scalp and hair once it reached what I called the 'mid-point' of the lengthy mass that was my hair. The scent of sour- apple filled the shower and I sang happily to myself, feeling somewhat relaxed as I soaped up my hair. A mental reminder was made to re- do the blonde and red streaks I had added to my hair. The color had been stripped because of the steady washing of my hair. Another mental reminder was made to find a shampoo that didn't strip color.
)"Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
Tired of living like a blind man
I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling"(
The words fell lightly from my lips as I ran nimble fingers through the thick strands of hair and flicked my wrist sending blobs of soap to slap against the wall. The feeling of rest caused my mood to lighten and my problems seemed alot farther way, almost like they were going right down the drain with the excess shampoo.
I twisted my hair and wrung some of the water and soap outto make sure I got any and all dirt out of my head. No lice would be partying of MY head. Shit. They better go find that three- legged dog downstairs because I wouldn't hear of it. I watched in mild fascination as the soap twirled around as if struggling to resist, but then eventually was pulled down the drain.
I took a black ACE comb off the shower rack and ran it through my hair as I rinsed out the soap. My mother had taught me that the comb usually pulls out any remaining soap that might hide when rinsing out your hair. She should know; her long dirt blonde hair was almost as long as mines if not longer.
)" It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
for handing you a heart worth breaking
and I've been wrong, I've been down,
been to the bottom of every bottle
these five words in my head
scream "are we having fun yet?"(
The comb was put back in it's place for the time being and the conditioner was pulled down and thrown over my hair, the liquid moving more quickly down the sides of my head than that of the shampoo.
) Welcome to the planet
Welcome to existence
Everyone's here
Everyone's here
Everybody's watching you now
Everybody waits for you now
What happens next
What happens next(
After applying the conditioner accordingly I brought the comb through my hair carefully making sure not to pull any of my hair out. I allowed the stuff to sit for a while before washing it out and stepping out the shower, still singing softly to myself.
)" Maybe redemption has stories to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
Where can you run to escape from yourself?
Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna go?
Salvation is here"(
I whistled the guitar instrumentals loudly as I twirled over to a towel and secured it around my waist. My hair was wet and I pulled themassaround my neck to rest over the front of my chest. I looked at myself in the mirror watching my lips move.
)I dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Today never happened
Today never happened
Today never happened before"(
I stepped out the bathroom and shuffled to my room before throwing on a pair of gray boxers and an orange t- shirt.
Grabbing my brush,I headed to the living room where I would sit for the grand total of two hours combing the shit out and then another 2 hours to air dry it.
As I stepped in the room I noticed that it grown a lot colder than when I had originally been in there. I switched on the light and glared at but who would I find on my couch at almost 3 in thr morning after a week of galavanting (atleast that's how I liked to picture it)- Heero. And the bastard had the nerve to be sleeping like all was good in the world.
The brush was instantly placed on a nearby coffee tableas I retrieved a pillow from my aunt's bedroom and slammed it into Heero's head, pleased when his eyes snapped open in slight shock. I smirked and slapped him with the pillow again just for good measure before throwing it in a corner somewhere and turning around to narrow my eyes at the blue eyed vampire on my couch.
Heero groaned tiredly before pulling himself up and eyeing me with an expression of annoyance.
"Well hello to you too motherfucker." I spat. Heero's eyes widened as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and hissed in a breath as if about to yawn.
"Couldn't you find a better way to awaken me rather than striking me with a pillow?" I snarled at that.
"The purpose wasn't to wake you up oh absent one." I crossed my arms. This dude had nerve. He rolled his eyes and feel back against the couch in exasperation.
"Duo you can't possibly hold that against me." At this I made a face as if about to say something then quickly shut my mouth and hastily picked up my brush, grabbing a lock to furiously stroke through. Heero looked at me as if I was some sort of psycho but I didn't care. Good. Let the bastard think I'm crazy maybe he'll get the picture.
I flopped down on the other side of the couch across from Heero and grumbled to myself as I brushed and combed insanely.
You can't you know. At least he wasn't all up under some guy begging to be-
I winced at the thought and focused on my hair.
"Duo you'll pull your hair out like that." I didn't bother to look up from the task at hand. It's not like I could anyway.
"So the fuck what? It's my damn hair." I retorted childishly. Heero chuckled.
"You've become a master of colorful language in the past week haven't you?"
(X)(x)(X)
And at avoiding one's gaze……..
Heero's mind supplied darkly.
(X)(x)(X)
"I've always been a master of the 'colorful language'." I mocked to Heero's great amusement. Anything that seemed to cause me discomfort seemed to amuse Heero. Maybe that's what I was, a toy for his own personal pleasure and entertainment. My mood sank lower at the thought.
When I felt Heero's gaze shift from me I took that as a chance to look him over. He looked the same, but more livid and intense than I had remembered. An aura seemed to burn around him, and his very presence was allowing it to scorch me in response. Almost as though my body felt the need to repel him. He seemed almost dangerous and this caused me to grow uneasy.
His eyes glanced up to meet mines and I quickly averted my attention back to my hair. The damp strands stuck to my skin and tangled around my finger in my failure to pay attention towhat I was doing for even just a second. Damn hair. I cursed as I began working a knot out.
Was he going to say anything? Possibly tell me where he went this week and why? How did he know I was here? Did he know the truth about my apartment? Did he even care that he was causing me doubts?I hate to have doubt in my mind. You wouldn't know it but I can be very insecure as most people my age are.
The thing about Heero is that he makes me feel so much like a child it's not even funny. The more I think about it, the more I realize how much farther beyond me he is in years and experience.
I took another quick glance up at Heero's side of the couch and just as I thought he had left, my skin began to prick up and down my back and I hissed as fire shot through my body. Maybe I had some sort of fever? He then flopped down next to me and gently took the brush from my hand in my state of shock. He smirked as I continued to hiss through clenched teeth. He took my hair gently and began to brush in what appeared to be mild satisfaction.
"You feel it." He stated smugly. I took a shaky breath as my eyes began to water.
"How could I not?" I rasped out as the burning only intensified. Heero took his time brushing out my hair as if all was right in the world. He had a smirk upon his features and as he moved to the back of my scalp he licked my ear causing to me to flinch in response.
I sat there enduring the feeling for what felt like the longest time. Heero didn't seem to be affected the same as me and appeared to bask in the obvious discomfort he was causing me. From time to time he'd place a light kiss upon my neck or whisper something in my ear like."You have great endurance" or "Just a while longer" Until what? And all I could do was sit and wait, sweat beginning to form on my brow as I struggled not to scream as each second seemed to cause the heat to kick up a notch.
)You can dress me up in diamonds
Or you can dress me up in dirt(
Tremors began to run through my spine under the growing pressure and Heero's touches and finally I ccolapsedagainst Heero, my breath coming in short gasps. This was the wrong thing to do because it only made the problem worse as Heero abandoned the brush and brought his hands to run up the back of my shirt and caress my skin, leaving small trails of fire.
"Fuck….make it stop…" I breathed into the crook of Heero's neck. I bent his head downas his lipsnibbled along the rim of my ear.
"You really want me to make it stop?" He whispered causing more heat to span across my cheek. My nails scratched at his arm as he pressed his lips to mines forcefully. He pushed me back against the side of the couch and ground his hips into mines as my legs instinctively wrapped loosely around his waist.
I gasped as his hands further slid under my shirt, his fingers tweaking my nipples slightly and relishing in my responsiveness.
)You can throw me like a line-man
I like it better when it hurts(
He moved his hands to slowly slide down my boxers as I writhed impatiently against him. This was the kinkiest thing I had ever felt. My whole entire body felt a like one big blazing inferno while I slid my tongue roughly against Heero's. Heero pulled away from me to abandon his pants on the floor while trying his best not to tear away from me,as if infear that I might break free of his hold on me in his absence.
His lips moved against my exposed skin and I shivered uncontrollably.
"This is how I want you to want me Duo." He said gruffly
A hand slid down my thighs to stroke my growing erection and I threw my head back to sob dryly at the feeling I was having. It felt as though he was killing me slowly from the inside out making me practically beg for release before I got anywhere close to it.
"I want you to feel what I feel……." He continued, panting raggedly in between his ministrations
)Oh, I have waited here for you
I have waited….(
He pulled up to stare at me through half lidded eyes.
"Please Heero….." The words fell from my lips softly and seemed to go UN heard as he dragged the process off, making me beg more. His fangs pulsed in response to mines and I winced as they burned my tongue.
)You make me wanna la la
In the kitchen on the floor
I'll be your French maid,
Where I'll meet you at the door
I'm like an alley cat
Drink the milk up, I want more
You make me wanna
You make me wanna scream(
His hand sped up, pumping me insistently as he nipped at the juncture in my neck. I felt a scream work it's way through me only to die in my throat and come out a whimper.
)You can meet me in an aero-plan
Or in the back of a bus
You can throw me like a boomerang
I'll come back and beat you up(
I struggled a bit and finally succeeded in knocking Heero off the couch and onto the floor. I straddled his thighs and threw my hair over my shoulder as I bent over to kiss him, rocking my thighs for the desired friction. I removed his shirt, not even brothering to look up as I threw it. Heero's hand found its placeback to my swollen member and pumped me more determinedly than ever causing me to throw my head back and cry out to the my aunt's bare ceiling.
)Oh I have waited here for you
Don't keep me waiting…
You make me wanna la la
In the kitchen on the floor
I'll be your French maid
Where I'll meet you at the door
I'm like an alley cat
Drink the milk up, I want more
You make me wanna
You make me wanna la la
In the kitchen on the floor
I'll be a French maid
When I meet you at the door
I'm like an alley cat
Drink the milk up, I want more
You make me wanna
You make me wanna scream(
I let a shaky breath flow through me as I felt an orgasm building and rocked oven harder against Heero, burying my face in the crook of his neck and moaning uncontrollably.
) I feel safe with you
I can be myself tonight It's alright, with you
Cuz you hold, my secrets tight You do, You do(
Just before I felt myself about to fall over the edge Heero stopped and the burning increased causing me to scream into his neck. I struggled against the sensation to lift myself up, hair falling to curtain around me as I stared into his face. His eyes were clouded over and hegave aseductive toothy grinthrough his ragged breathing.
) You make me wanna la la, la la la, la la, la la la la la la lala la(
"Heero….." He leaned up slightly to capture my lips and force his tongue into my mouth. I brought my hands to slide up his back and over his shoulders as I continued to fight against the flames slowly engulfing me. He then pushed me back ,kneeling between my legs and I tried to push myself against him, the feeling of him at my entrance driving me insane. He steadied my hips before driving himself in slowly.
) You make me wanna la la, la la la la(
He then pulled out before pushing himself back in, the second time around feeling much more full than the first. I felt my insides stretch and let my eyes slip shut while trying to adjust to the feel of him inside me once again."You love this, don't you?" I could hear his voice cut through the haze numbing me before the darkness erupted into a show of colors and my own voice screamed through the illusion. He sped up his thrust in a frenzied pace causing them to be ill- timed yet effective. His took me in long deep strokes making sure he scorched me from the inside out. My being slowly became part of his aura and the burning seemed to become more familiar.
) You make me wanna la la
in the kitchen on the floor
I'll be a French maid
When I meet you at the door
I'm like an alley cat
Drink the milk up, I want more
You make me wanna
You make me wanna la la
in the kitchen on the floor
I'll be a French maid
When I meet you at the door
I'm like an alley cat
Drink the milk up, I want more
You make me wanna
You make me wanna scream(
I wanted to move against him and feel him the way he felt me, but his grip held my hips securely. He lifted my hips slightly, angling them so that he was able to drive himself deeper inside me. The backs of my knees rubbed against his shoulder and my feet brushed against his upper back. My eyes were heavy lidded and un able to open. My hair was still damp and only became more so as it stuck to my forehead and shoulders, mingling with the sweat that had formed on Heero's body and my own. I clasped my hands over Heero's arms, feeling the muscles flex within them due to his exertions. Just like that baby…….
) You make me wanna la la, la la la, la la, la la la la la la lala la
You make me wanna la la, la la la la(
Oh God…….. Liquid pleasure raced through my veins and the burning seemed to dull the further I feel into ecstasy. My breathing became unsteady and my world exploded into darkness as he came inside me, my own climax following.
) You make me wanna la la, la la la, la la, la la la la la la lala la
You make me wanna la la, la la la la
You make me wanna la la, la la la, la la, la la la la la la lala la
You make me wanna la la, la la la la(
(X)(x)(X)
I watched him as he curled into my arms, reflexively recoiling due to the gust of wind that blew into the room. His temperature dropped back down to normal and I smirked in satisfaction at the results. My aura no longer repelled him and I now knew what I needed to know concerning the mystery surrounding the possibility of Duo's magic reserves. It was definitely there and from what Quatre had mentioned it only further proved my suspicions. He told me of how Duo had come donw with a severe fever and was found by some good samaritan who feared for his life. Duo bounced back though and survived the apparitions attack, although no one except Duo and I know of that from what I could gather. I highly doubt he mentioned it to Quatre.
That jynx placed on him from the apartment incident should've killed him like everyone else but it didn't and I can only be but too grateful for that.
I should thank Dante but at the time I was sure Duo was dead and of course he suffered the same fate respectfully.
The lecture Trowa gave me was nauseating but made perfect sense: I'll have to quit being so reckless and try to focus better on the mission. Worrying over Duo is impairing my judgment and so I'll give him the ability to defend and shield himself. I'll teach him to use and harness the power he unknowingly holds.
The beautiful creature beside me stirred and I continued nursing the bite on the side of his neck, enjoying the sensation of Duo's blood becoming part of me. He was like wine and tasted just so, irresistible to the senses of someone who had spent a whole week dining on less than mediocre cuisine. I heard him groan as I sucked intently on the mark I had given him. We were both very much naked but I didn't mind in the least. All warmth was supplied by the closeness of our bodies and in time I finished my early morning drink. I stroked Duo's hair lightly, enjoying the feel of the silky chestnut strands as they slid between my fingers. His hair smelled as though it had just been washed and I figured this to be fact for it had been wet upon my arrival.
"What was that?" I heard him mutter wearily, though in slight awe.
"It's part of my first craft lesson to you." I replied.
"What?" I chuckled at the confusion in his voice.
"We have a lot to discuss Duo." I said letting a smile spread overmy features. I could feel him tense in my arms and found myself looking forward to whatwould teach him.
(X)(x)(X)
Author's Note: What ya think? I liked my first version a lot better but I just couldn't gather up all of that stuff again, let alone try to remember any resemblance of what was typed. But that's okay. More questions answered in next chapter! Song credit goes to Ashlee Simpson, Nickelback, and Switchfoot.