Disclaimer: What's mine is mine, what's theirs is theirs. I don't own
these characters and would very much not like to be sued. AND REVIEWS
ARE ALWAYS WANTED!!!! ^_^;
Chapter Seven:
Duo swallowed the last of his luke-warm tea and then settled in for an
afternoon of reading. He gave one last glance at his lover, who had
now stripped off his sweat-soaked T-shirt. Heero would be busy all day
with the leaky roof, leaving him the whole afternoon to read the
journal. Virginia was out in the gardens paying some TLC to the tomato
plants and Cristoff was nowhere to be seen. As he stared at his
shirtless lover Duo was caressed with a sense of Deja´vous.
Smiling, because he loved such mysterious feelings, he bent his head
to the antique tome.
~zz~
....June 12, 1797.
After the gossiping seamstress left, I still continued to bemoan the
fact that we had to invite the Du Pres family to dinner to my father;
but he was not listening to me in the least. I knew what was going on.
Father was grooming me for the Du Pres girl; I knew it with out ever
being told. Susannah is her name. I am only eighteen years old, what
do I want with a wife yet? I've still a lot of living to do, even if
I've only Collinsport to do it in. The seamstress had babbled on about
a Du Pres 'boy´. All father had said about him however, was that he
was the same age as me. Hardly a boy then! Relena will be attending
tonight's festivities, as well as some other snobbish folk who live on
the 'hill´. She's just one more reason why I don't want to go. She
works for us, yet, father and mother insist on inviting her as a guest
to all of their parties. I get tired of being cornered by her. One
day, I'll forget that I'm a gentleman and push her away all together.
But as it is, mother is very fond of her, so I'll continue to put up
with her unwanted attentions. Personally, I'd rather be out riding my
new stallion and shooting rabbits in the gardens. But since I can
hardly to that at night, there is no way to escape the dinner. Well,
father is calling, the butler is greeting our first guest's to arrive
coaches.....
~zz~
Duo flipped the page, engrossed in the young man's woes. If only life
were that simple again.
~zz~
Virginia straightened up and her back groaned in complaint. She was
getting far too old to be stooped over in a country garden pulling
weeds. Soon though, her mistress will once again arise from the other
world and then she will be rewarded for her century of devotion.
Virginia turned to watch the lovely young Heero work. The old woman
wondered what Relena would think of Heero and Duo. They were together
again, as was their destiny. Relena and Cristoff had broken them up
once before, the entire tale ended terribly. Would this time be
different; would Relena finally have her 'Spencer´? And would Cristoff
have his 'Jamison´? Only time and patience would give the answers to
those questions. Virginia turned her head away from Heero and back to
her work. Her mistress would arrive soon, until then; there was much
to do at the mansion, preparing it for her arrival.
~zz~
Tonight I met the Du´Pres 'boy´. I think I am still grinning from the
evening. I was standing in my customary place at the end of the
receiving line when the Du´pres entered. The senior Du´Pres presented
his invitation to the butler, who then announced him. I smiled as each
of the family members entered into the grand hall, but it soon fell
when Jamison followed Susannah in. I just stared at Jamison, he was
so...beautiful. I felt the butterflies start fluttering in my stomach.
And though I desperately wanted to deny it, I was instantly attracted
to Jamison. He was introduced to me and we shook hands. I can still
hear his voice echoing inside of my head. He smiled and greeted me
like the man that I am. His eyes sparkled and were a very beautiful
amethyst. His lips were full and delightfully red. I swallowed hard
and returned his greeting, hoping beyond hope that the hall was dim
enough not to show him the blush that now stained my neck, ears and
throat. He held my hand in a firm grip as we shook; his beauty
enthralled me. He stared at me back for a minute longer than a man
ought to stare at another, he felt the same stirrings I did, I'm sure
of it. Finally, he smiled and we parted, I only hoped that father did
not see the look of disappointment on my face when he released my
hand. Finally, I found my voice and offered Jamison a cordial, which
he accepted. It was as easy as that. After pouring, I escorted him to
a table and then we spent the entire evening sitting close and
talking. Jamison loves horses too and game hunting. This thrilled me
beyond believe. I invited him back to the estate the day after
tomorrow. I am going to take him for a long ride over our lands. I'm
sure our cook Virginia will make me a nice picnic lunch. I want our
day to be just right. Just thinking of Jamison gives me a giddy
feeling inside my stomach. I'm sure he feels the same. All the same, I
guess I will find out when we are alone in the forest.....
~zz~
"Hmmm." Murmured Duo, flipping the page. He stopped reading and looked
up and out the window. The deja´vous was back again. For some reason,
the party, drinking cordials and horseback riding over the acreage
seemed familiar to him. But he had never been on the estate before, so
how could that be? Duo turned his gaze out the window toward Heero who
was busy pounding cedar shakes back into place. Maybe he and Heero
should take a break in the next couple of days and take the horses for
a leisurely ride. Maybe Virginia could build them a lunch too. It
struck Duo as odd that the cook from over two hundred years ago was
named Virginia too.
~zz~
For once, Heero Yuy slept peacefully, untroubled by visions or
nightmares. He lay sprawled upon the four-poster bed; arms spread
wide, powerful legs covered by twisted, sweat-dampened sheets.
Duo lay beside him, marveling at the passionate, yet tender lover
hidden behind the deceptive facade of a calculating soldier.
//Collinwood is full of mystery and intrigue, but nothing here is as
fascinating as you are.//
Duo lifted his upper body, resting his weight on both elbows, fixing
his intense gaze on his lover's face. He took in the tousled brown
hair; the dark, lush eyelashes that rested upon pale, smooth skin; the
pert, impudent bit of a nose; and sweet, pliant lips that called to
him.
Unable to deny himself the pleasure, Duo softly brushed his lavish
lips across the parted mouth of his slumbering love. His excitement
grew as he tried to drink in all the sensations: the gentle puffs of
Heero's warm, soft breaths; the soft yielding of silky lips; the
breathless, husky moan pulled from the waking Heero.
Duo pulled back a few inches from Heero, just far enough to fully view
the unveiling of dazzling Persian blue eyes and the slow, sensual,
radiant smile reserved just for him.
//Beautiful. I'm never going to let you go. Things tend to go to hell
around us, but we are so right together. All I have to do is convince
*you* we can be together long-term.//
"So, Duo, what will you do today?" Heero's voice was dark and
intimate. "Another day of witches, were wolves and ghosts found in the
histories of Collinwood?"
Duo couldn't resist; he lifted his left arm and slowly trailed a
finger down the center of Heero's firm, muscled chest, continuing
lower, over his stomach and further, only stopping when reaching the
already stiff, twitching hardness of the other man's penis. Duo
grasped the shaft firmly, and started stroking, slow and steady. He
smiled in response to the tortured groans emitted by the aroused
Heero.
"Today, Heero," Duo growled, "we will not concentrate on spooky tales
or evil creatures. Today we concentrate on *us*. We'll go riding,
explore the grounds, maybe take a nice picnic lunch with us."
Heero, flushed and panting, could barely find breath for words. "Duo,
umm...I have w-work to do."
Duo stopped the stroking motions, which immediately provoked a
strangled cry from his lover.
"Duo, please!"
Duo resumed his movements, this time at a slower, tormenting pace.
"Today's our day off, Heero, no house repairs for you. Just you and
me, under a clear sky, riding..."
Duo lowered his lips to Heero's left ear, his voice low and urgent. "I
want to *ride*, Heero..."
Heero threw his head back against the pillows, eyes closed, mouth
gasping for air. He moaned as he thrust his hips up, seeking the
overwhelming pleasure that was so close.
Duo couldn't stop grinning; he used the copious precome leaking from
Heero's penis to smooth the friction from his movements, his strokes
now faster and stronger. Duo was determined to have his way; he
stroked a single finger just under the head, gentle and firm against
the bundle of nerves. "Heero..."
Heero was beyond reason; the pleasure had built to an unbearable
level, the need for release overwhelming everything. As Duo stroked
that sensitive spot one last time, Heero broke, his scream unheard as
he lost himself, shuddering through the explosive orgasm.
"Yes, Duo! Yes!"
Duo watched as Heero slowly recovered from the sensual overload. After
a few minutes, he cheerfully leapt from the bed, searching through
drawers for casual clothes for both men. Turning back to the bed, he
felt another wave of affection wash over him. But that didn't stop him
from tossing the blue jeans and t-shirt aimed at Heero's face.
//Direct hit!//
When wary blue eyes emerged from behind the white t-shirt, Duo felt
ridiculously happy. It was going to be a wonderful day.
"Get up, sleepyhead. It's time to go riding."
-TBC-
these characters and would very much not like to be sued. AND REVIEWS
ARE ALWAYS WANTED!!!! ^_^;
Chapter Seven:
Duo swallowed the last of his luke-warm tea and then settled in for an
afternoon of reading. He gave one last glance at his lover, who had
now stripped off his sweat-soaked T-shirt. Heero would be busy all day
with the leaky roof, leaving him the whole afternoon to read the
journal. Virginia was out in the gardens paying some TLC to the tomato
plants and Cristoff was nowhere to be seen. As he stared at his
shirtless lover Duo was caressed with a sense of Deja´vous.
Smiling, because he loved such mysterious feelings, he bent his head
to the antique tome.
~zz~
....June 12, 1797.
After the gossiping seamstress left, I still continued to bemoan the
fact that we had to invite the Du Pres family to dinner to my father;
but he was not listening to me in the least. I knew what was going on.
Father was grooming me for the Du Pres girl; I knew it with out ever
being told. Susannah is her name. I am only eighteen years old, what
do I want with a wife yet? I've still a lot of living to do, even if
I've only Collinsport to do it in. The seamstress had babbled on about
a Du Pres 'boy´. All father had said about him however, was that he
was the same age as me. Hardly a boy then! Relena will be attending
tonight's festivities, as well as some other snobbish folk who live on
the 'hill´. She's just one more reason why I don't want to go. She
works for us, yet, father and mother insist on inviting her as a guest
to all of their parties. I get tired of being cornered by her. One
day, I'll forget that I'm a gentleman and push her away all together.
But as it is, mother is very fond of her, so I'll continue to put up
with her unwanted attentions. Personally, I'd rather be out riding my
new stallion and shooting rabbits in the gardens. But since I can
hardly to that at night, there is no way to escape the dinner. Well,
father is calling, the butler is greeting our first guest's to arrive
coaches.....
~zz~
Duo flipped the page, engrossed in the young man's woes. If only life
were that simple again.
~zz~
Virginia straightened up and her back groaned in complaint. She was
getting far too old to be stooped over in a country garden pulling
weeds. Soon though, her mistress will once again arise from the other
world and then she will be rewarded for her century of devotion.
Virginia turned to watch the lovely young Heero work. The old woman
wondered what Relena would think of Heero and Duo. They were together
again, as was their destiny. Relena and Cristoff had broken them up
once before, the entire tale ended terribly. Would this time be
different; would Relena finally have her 'Spencer´? And would Cristoff
have his 'Jamison´? Only time and patience would give the answers to
those questions. Virginia turned her head away from Heero and back to
her work. Her mistress would arrive soon, until then; there was much
to do at the mansion, preparing it for her arrival.
~zz~
Tonight I met the Du´Pres 'boy´. I think I am still grinning from the
evening. I was standing in my customary place at the end of the
receiving line when the Du´pres entered. The senior Du´Pres presented
his invitation to the butler, who then announced him. I smiled as each
of the family members entered into the grand hall, but it soon fell
when Jamison followed Susannah in. I just stared at Jamison, he was
so...beautiful. I felt the butterflies start fluttering in my stomach.
And though I desperately wanted to deny it, I was instantly attracted
to Jamison. He was introduced to me and we shook hands. I can still
hear his voice echoing inside of my head. He smiled and greeted me
like the man that I am. His eyes sparkled and were a very beautiful
amethyst. His lips were full and delightfully red. I swallowed hard
and returned his greeting, hoping beyond hope that the hall was dim
enough not to show him the blush that now stained my neck, ears and
throat. He held my hand in a firm grip as we shook; his beauty
enthralled me. He stared at me back for a minute longer than a man
ought to stare at another, he felt the same stirrings I did, I'm sure
of it. Finally, he smiled and we parted, I only hoped that father did
not see the look of disappointment on my face when he released my
hand. Finally, I found my voice and offered Jamison a cordial, which
he accepted. It was as easy as that. After pouring, I escorted him to
a table and then we spent the entire evening sitting close and
talking. Jamison loves horses too and game hunting. This thrilled me
beyond believe. I invited him back to the estate the day after
tomorrow. I am going to take him for a long ride over our lands. I'm
sure our cook Virginia will make me a nice picnic lunch. I want our
day to be just right. Just thinking of Jamison gives me a giddy
feeling inside my stomach. I'm sure he feels the same. All the same, I
guess I will find out when we are alone in the forest.....
~zz~
"Hmmm." Murmured Duo, flipping the page. He stopped reading and looked
up and out the window. The deja´vous was back again. For some reason,
the party, drinking cordials and horseback riding over the acreage
seemed familiar to him. But he had never been on the estate before, so
how could that be? Duo turned his gaze out the window toward Heero who
was busy pounding cedar shakes back into place. Maybe he and Heero
should take a break in the next couple of days and take the horses for
a leisurely ride. Maybe Virginia could build them a lunch too. It
struck Duo as odd that the cook from over two hundred years ago was
named Virginia too.
~zz~
For once, Heero Yuy slept peacefully, untroubled by visions or
nightmares. He lay sprawled upon the four-poster bed; arms spread
wide, powerful legs covered by twisted, sweat-dampened sheets.
Duo lay beside him, marveling at the passionate, yet tender lover
hidden behind the deceptive facade of a calculating soldier.
//Collinwood is full of mystery and intrigue, but nothing here is as
fascinating as you are.//
Duo lifted his upper body, resting his weight on both elbows, fixing
his intense gaze on his lover's face. He took in the tousled brown
hair; the dark, lush eyelashes that rested upon pale, smooth skin; the
pert, impudent bit of a nose; and sweet, pliant lips that called to
him.
Unable to deny himself the pleasure, Duo softly brushed his lavish
lips across the parted mouth of his slumbering love. His excitement
grew as he tried to drink in all the sensations: the gentle puffs of
Heero's warm, soft breaths; the soft yielding of silky lips; the
breathless, husky moan pulled from the waking Heero.
Duo pulled back a few inches from Heero, just far enough to fully view
the unveiling of dazzling Persian blue eyes and the slow, sensual,
radiant smile reserved just for him.
//Beautiful. I'm never going to let you go. Things tend to go to hell
around us, but we are so right together. All I have to do is convince
*you* we can be together long-term.//
"So, Duo, what will you do today?" Heero's voice was dark and
intimate. "Another day of witches, were wolves and ghosts found in the
histories of Collinwood?"
Duo couldn't resist; he lifted his left arm and slowly trailed a
finger down the center of Heero's firm, muscled chest, continuing
lower, over his stomach and further, only stopping when reaching the
already stiff, twitching hardness of the other man's penis. Duo
grasped the shaft firmly, and started stroking, slow and steady. He
smiled in response to the tortured groans emitted by the aroused
Heero.
"Today, Heero," Duo growled, "we will not concentrate on spooky tales
or evil creatures. Today we concentrate on *us*. We'll go riding,
explore the grounds, maybe take a nice picnic lunch with us."
Heero, flushed and panting, could barely find breath for words. "Duo,
umm...I have w-work to do."
Duo stopped the stroking motions, which immediately provoked a
strangled cry from his lover.
"Duo, please!"
Duo resumed his movements, this time at a slower, tormenting pace.
"Today's our day off, Heero, no house repairs for you. Just you and
me, under a clear sky, riding..."
Duo lowered his lips to Heero's left ear, his voice low and urgent. "I
want to *ride*, Heero..."
Heero threw his head back against the pillows, eyes closed, mouth
gasping for air. He moaned as he thrust his hips up, seeking the
overwhelming pleasure that was so close.
Duo couldn't stop grinning; he used the copious precome leaking from
Heero's penis to smooth the friction from his movements, his strokes
now faster and stronger. Duo was determined to have his way; he
stroked a single finger just under the head, gentle and firm against
the bundle of nerves. "Heero..."
Heero was beyond reason; the pleasure had built to an unbearable
level, the need for release overwhelming everything. As Duo stroked
that sensitive spot one last time, Heero broke, his scream unheard as
he lost himself, shuddering through the explosive orgasm.
"Yes, Duo! Yes!"
Duo watched as Heero slowly recovered from the sensual overload. After
a few minutes, he cheerfully leapt from the bed, searching through
drawers for casual clothes for both men. Turning back to the bed, he
felt another wave of affection wash over him. But that didn't stop him
from tossing the blue jeans and t-shirt aimed at Heero's face.
//Direct hit!//
When wary blue eyes emerged from behind the white t-shirt, Duo felt
ridiculously happy. It was going to be a wonderful day.
"Get up, sleepyhead. It's time to go riding."
-TBC-