Thunder boomed to the beat of the music coming from the stereo. Lightning danced across the sky outside, reflecting off the mirrors on the walls like a strobe light. The scent of candle wax mixed with jasmine and violets wafted through the air in a delicious, heady combination. Indigo silk slid through his fingers like water. But Heero barely noticed these things. He was focused on the lips moving lazily under his and the warm body pressed tightly against him.
How long they stood there, swaying gently to the music, running their hands over cloth-covered bodies, Heero did not know. But as the minutes passed, their kisses became more heated, their caresses more urgent. The young man in Heero's arms rubbed himself sensually against his body. Heero had to restrain himself from throwing the American to the ground and ravaging him right then.
"Are you trying to tempt me?" he half-growled at the young dancer.
Violet eyes sparkled with mischief. "Maybe."
Heero smirked. Two could play this game.
As Duo pressed himself up for another kiss, Heero gently pushed him away.
"Heero?"
"Not like that, love. You should know how important the first step is," he said teasingly.
Duo cocked his head in confusion. He reached out for Heero again, only to find his hands pushed away once more.
"You're hesitating," the Japanese man said, walking slowly around the young dancer, stalking him with predatory eyes. He ran one finger down Duo's spine, causing the boy to shiver. He stepped up close behind the dancer, breathing in the scent of the violets braided into his chestnut hair. Heero nuzzled his ear, licking the outer shell and causing Duo to moan.
"The leader must commit his whole body to convey to his partner the tone of the entire dance," he whispered huskily into Duo's elfish ear, echoing the words the dancer has imparted to him the night before. "A weak first step transmits nothing."
He walked around until he was once again facing Duo. He bent his head and pressed his mouth to Duo's, slipping his tongue inside to war with the American's. Their mouths were the only parts of their bodies that touched. After a long moment, Heero pulled away. "See how that transmits nothing?"
"You... you call that nothing?" Duo asked breathlessly.
"It is important that your body be flush against your partner," Heero replied, hooking his fingers into the belt loops on Duo's black pants and pulling him close.
"Now that's not quite what I said... oh!" Duo gasped as Heero reached around and clasped his buttocks, pressing their groins together tightly.
"The first step dictates how the entire dance will go," Heero continued as he began a slow, sensual grind with his hips.
Duo's eyes fluttered closed. His head dropped back, exposing his slender throat to Heero's gaze. The Japanese man dipped his head to taste the sweet flesh at the base of Duo's neck while maintaining the torturous friction with his hips. Duo moaned low in the back of his throat and brought his hands up to bury them in Heero's dark brown hair. Pulling on it gently, he lifted Heero's head to reclaim his mouth.
Their tongues met almost violently. Heero thrust his into the warm cavern of Duo's mouth, gradually increasing rhythm with both tongue and hips until Duo broke away, gasping for air and clutching desperately at Heero's shirt.
"Ungh... Heero, I... I can't..." he whimpered as he rubbed himself hard against the taller man.
Heero bit his lip. He clutched the globes of Duo's ass tighter. A warm fire was spreading through him as he thrust against Duo. He knew the American was close; hell, he couldn't last much more than a few minutes under the torture he was putting them through. And while he wanted nothing more than to surrender to sweet ecstasy, he didn't want it to end so soon. Reluctantly, he slowed his pace until the two young men were still, gasping for air in each other's arms.
Heero brought one hand up to run his fingers down Duo's face, along his neck, and down to the tie that was lacing the front of his shirt together. He yanked on the lacings, undoing the bow slowly so as to give Duo plenty of time to stop him if he wanted. But the American simply stared up into Heero's eyes, silently urging him on. The lacings ended halfway down Duo's shirt. Heero unthreaded them and pushed the silk aside, exposing the satiny smooth skin of Duo's chest. Reverently he allowed his fingers to trace little designs on the alabaster skin, causing Duo's breath to hitch in the back of his throat.
Wanting to see more, Heero pried Duo's hands from his own shirt and raised them above the boy's head. Grasping the hem of the indigo silk, he slowly raised Duo's shirt, brushing the backs of his fingers against the dancer's skin as he went. The silk slid off Duo's body easily. As he pulled the shirt over Duo's head, a couple of the violets the American had braided into his hair fell to the floor. The indigo silk shirt followed, and Heero stared down at the vision he had uncovered. Duo's skin almost seemed to glow in the dim light of the room. Placing his hands on the young man's shoulders, Heero ran his hands down Duo's chest, tracing the well-muscled planes and causing the them both to shiver.
As Heero's hands brushed against his already hardened nipples, Duo gasped. Intrigued by the reaction, Heero brought his thumbs up to rub against them, delighting in the erotic sounds coming from Duo's throat as he did. He bent his head and took one of the hardened pebbles in his mouth. Duo cried out and once again latched on to Heero's shirt. The Japanese man lightly bit down on the nipple, then soothed it with his tongue. He placed a kiss on Duo's sternum, then moved to give his other nipple the same treatment.
After a few moments of making Duo squirm in his arms, he began to place a wet trail of kisses down the young man's ribs and across his stomach. Heero lowered himself to his knees as he went, stopping briefly at Duo's navel to run his tongue into the indention there. Then he trailed lower until he came to the top of the black pants that had been hugging those slender hips he desperately wanted to see.
He looked up into Duo's eyes which were half-lidded with desire. He placed his hands on the buttons holding the pants closed.
"May I?" he asked softly.
Wordlessly Duo nodded. As Heero began undoing the buttons one by one, Duo stepped out of the shoes he had been wearing and kicked them aside. The last button was undone, and Heero gently pushed aside the heavy fabric exposing soft chestnut curls. He slid his hands under the waistband and pushed the garment down and over Duo's slender hips. He did not stop until the material was bunched around the American's ankles. Duo raised his feet so Heero could sweep the clothing aside. When that was done, Heero sat back on his heels to stare up at the beautiful creature standing in front of him.
Duo looked almost ethereal in the candle light. He had a dancer's physique -- slender body with finely toned muscles that came from years of dancing. His skin was silky smooth and slightly pink from the blush that was rapidly spreading over his body. He was curved in all the right places and hard in all the places he was supposed to be hard. Especially...
Heero licked his lips. His mouth went suddenly dry as he stared at Duo's body. While visions of Duo naked and writhing beneath him had been assaulting his mind since they'd first kissed, he hadn't been prepared for the real thing. He'd never been this close to another naked man before. It was strange and oddly erotic. He wanted to touch the dancer everywhere, explore places he had dreamed about and find new places he hadn't. He looked back up into Duo's face and smiled.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered.
Duo blushed deeply, shaking his head and turning his face away. Heero stood up and drew Duo close. He remembered what Duo had said, how Treize had used similar compliments to lure the young dancer into his bed. Duo was probably still wary, and Heero wanted to show his braided love that he was telling the truth.
Taking Duo's hand in his, he led them over to the mirrors that lined the walls. He turned Duo so that his back was against Heero's chest. Wrapping his arms around the naked boy, he directed him to look in the mirror.
"Look at yourself, Duo. I want to show you what I see," Heero whispered in his ear. "Your hair shines like molten gold in the light. Your eyes... my God, Duo, I would willingly drown in them if I could. Your mouth is warm and sweet. Your skin..." he trailed his hands down Duo's now trembling body as he spoke, "your skin is the softest thing I've ever felt. And your body... do you know how badly I want to throw you down and take you right now? But most of all, Duo, you are beautiful. Your soul, your spirit... it's what draws me to you."
Duo's violet eyes grew misty as he listened. "Oh, Heero." He raised one bare arm to wrap around Heero's neck and bring his head down for a kiss. The Japanese man hugged Duo tighter, hands wandering over silky flesh. Both men moaned as Heero rubbed his cloth-covered arousal against the cleft of Duo's buttocks...
...He collapsed on top of the younger man, dropping Duo's legs as he did. They lay there for a long moment, electric shocks still coursing through their bodies as they tried to catch their breath. Although his body was still trembling, Heero managed to prop himself up on his arms to take some of his weight off Duo. Noticing the pearly drops covering his lover's torso, he ran his fingers through it, gathering it up and bringing it to his mouth. Duo watched as Heero licked his fingers clean. When he was finished, he leaned down to kiss Duo, slipping his tongue inside his lover's mouth so he could taste himself.
Fatigue finally overcame Heero. He slowly pulled himself out of Duo's slender form, gathering his sated lover in his arms. They spent a few long minutes kissing and lightly touching. Then Duo shifted sleepily in Heero's arms.
"I love you, Hee-chan," he whispered as his eyes drooped closed.
Heero froze. He wasn't sure if he'd heard that right. He wanted to shake Duo and make him say it again. But the even breathing against his chest told him the young dancer had fallen asleep.
Could it be? Duo... loved him? He smiled as he held the boy tighter. Duo loved him! And he loved the beautiful dancer in return. That thought should have made him ecstatic.
Why then did he feel so afraid?
The phone jingled merrily in its cradle.
"Hello?"
"Is this Relena Peacecraft-Yuy?"
"Yes. Who may I ask is calling?"
"Let's just say I'm a friend."
"Look, I don't have time for this. I don't know how you got this number but..."
"I'm sure you've been wondering where your husband has been these last few months."
There was a long pause.
"What about Heero? Do you know something?"
"If you want to find out what he's been doing, come to the Juuban Exhibition Center on the twenty-fifth."
"Wait. What do you know? Who is this?"
"The event starts at noon. See you on the twenty-fifth, Mrs. Yuy."
"Wait!"
The line clicked and went dead.
tbc...
If you'd like to read the full, unaltered, somewhat-embarrassing lemon, please visit my website, yanagi.nu. My fic site is called Message in a Bottle. The full lemon chapter can be found there. My apologies for doing it this way.