Author's notes: Currently the couples in this fic are 5x6 and 2xOC. (Yes, yes...boooooo and all that.) There will be more in the future but I really don't feel like ruining everything by writing out a huge list of couples. You'll just have to wait! But I can guarantee that if you don't like 1x2, this fic ain't for you!
I would also like to add that I don't condone illegal drug abuse. It fucks up a lot of things for a lot of people...that's kind of the point of this story. Obviously if you DO choose to do drugs, that's on you, but I'm not trying to promote it with this fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or the any of the characters, universe, etc. etc. I don't plan on making money of this fic in any way. It is for pure enjoyment and writing practice only! That being said, the writing is still mine, and as a creative concept, it still belongs to me, so please ask before re-posting. Thanks!
THERE IS A LEMON IN THIS CHAPTER! IT'S AT THE END, AND IT'S PRETTY LONG SO SKIP IT IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT SORT OF THING. I tried to cut it...but it just doesn't make sense. So...skip that bit if you don't like it.
Chapter 14
Heero woke up in Duo's arms, smelling like Duo and sex with Duo. Duo had a possessive arm around Heero's waist again, holding onto Heero even in his sleep. Instead of getting up, Heero snuggled up against his lover – he finally had the right to call Duo that now; they were sleeping together, and they'd had sex. He was the lover of Duo Maxwell. God, he'd always wanted to say that.
Duo woke soon after that. He was extremely happy, and Heero felt him kissing the back of his neck. He made an indiscernible happy noise, and slid his arm further down Heero's waist, gently pulling Heero as close as he could.
"I think I must still be dreaming." Duo said.
"Nope. You're awake." Heero said, putting his hand over Duo's and entangling their fingers. "Very aware."
"You're so fucking amazing Heero! I've wanted this for so long. After the first time, when you freaked out, I was so scared you'd never want to be with me again if I told you what happened. Then, after the war when you moved in with me, I thought it was the perfect chance to pick up where we left off."
"I'm sorry." Heero said. "As much as I'm still pissed that you lied, you're probably right. I would have totally lost it if I'd found out we'd slept together then. But, maybe, if I'd known I could sleep with you, it would have helped later. I'm not really sure though. By the time I'd moved in with you I was already hooked on cocaine and heroin."
"Damn. I didn't know."
"I'm mostly over the coke now – I don't usually crave for it. But heroin – Duo, you've got to understand. If you want this," he gestured to the two of them, "with me, then you're going to be in for some serious shit down the road. I'm still really, really addicted to heroin, and I don't know if I will ever be able to stop, at this point."
"I'm not going to say I'm looking forward to that, if that's what you mean." Duo said. "But I don't want to not be together because of it. I don't care Heero. I mean, I care if it's something you want to stop doing, and I'll help as much as I can. But I'm not going to reject you for it. I mean, I fell in love with you when you were on drugs, so why would I reject you now?"
"I don't know." Heero said. "Last time things just went so badly. I can't go through that again."
"Me either." Duo said fervently. Last time Heero had left...he'd been committed to an asylum for two weeks. It was hands down the worst two weeks of his adult life.
"For now..." Heero smirked. "Why don't we stick with what we're good at." He turned around and reached a hand up and pulled Duo's head down for a long, heated kiss.
"Mmmhmm." Duo said when they parted. "Well, I'm not going to argue."
"Good." Heero said, immensely grateful he'd gone and bought a lot of condoms. He had only the briefest hope that he could use them with Duo. Now he was very glad he had.
The harsh ring of Heero's cell phone broke through the moment, just when Heero had slipped his hand under Duo's shirt and was getting excited about actually fucking Duo, all the way.
"Let it go to voicemail." Duo said huskily, his eyes clouded with lust.
"Mmh," Heero agreed with him, and yanked Duo's shirt over his head. He started kissing his way down Duo's face and then down his body, determined to ignore his phone.
It became impossible. After the phone finally stopped ringing, it started again, and then a third time. Clearly whoever it was, they weren't going to give up. Duo moaned when Heero's lips left his stomach and Heero reached over for his phone.
"Hello?" He said gruffly. He was not pleased. He'd finally gotten in bed with Duo and the world was already trying to get them apart.
"Heero." It was Sally. "I was just calling to make sure things are alright. You missed your regen appointment."
"What?" Heero asked. The days had been a blur since Duo and Heero's fight. He'd completely forgotten about it.
"Can you come in now? I could squeeze you in, in about a half hour."
"Um..." Heero took a moment to clear his head. He seriously considered saying no, but Sally had been very good about not pushing him. If he didn't go, he really wouldn't put it past her to show up and take him to the clinic herself. That would be...so much worse. He gave in.
"Yeah. I uh...I'll have Duo drive me right over."
"Thank you, Heero." She said.
"Yeah, ok." She had no idea what she was asking Heero to give up. He hung up and sighed heavily before getting out of bed.
"Uh, Heero?" Duo was still flushed and panting, shirtless, with his pants nearly off. God he was so sexy. "Where are you going? Who was that?"
Heero growled at the sight of him. Couldn't she have waited another hour or so? Would that have really killed the universe?
"It was Sally. She's all pissed that I missed an appointment with her, and she wants me to come in right away."
"Oh, god! Can't you go in later?"
"If I don't, she's likely to come here." Heero said, pointing out the fact that had gotten him out of bed.
"Fuck." Apparently the mental image of Sally barging in on them screwing did the same thing for Duo, because he also groaned and slid out of bed. "She owes me sooo much for this."
"I'm gonna make coffee, you want some?" Duo asked sleepily.
"No time." Heero said. Sally wants us there in less than a half-hour, and it's all the way downtown.
"No sex and no coffee? Fuck!" Duo snarled, heading to his closet to rummage up some clothes. "I'm gonna have to drive like a demon to get you there in a half hour."
"Sorry." Heero said, and he meant it. "You can get coffee while I'm at my appointment."
"Ugh, I don't see what's so damn important she can't just wait to see you." Duo grumbled, coming back out of his closet with a pair of old jeans and a black hoodie on.
"It's Sally." Heero said, as if that explained everything.
He went into the closet himself, and followed Duo's example, pulling on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Then out of impulse, he pulled another hoodie off Duo's rack. It was brown, and entirely too big for him, but it smelled like Duo, and was incredibly comfortable. If he didn't get to sleep with Duo, he was damn well going to smell like him.
"Mmh. I like seeing you in my clothes." Duo said when he came out into the kitchen.
"Good. Because your hoodies are incredibly comfortable." Heero said. "Most of my clothes look good, but they're not comfortable at all."
"Well, as much as I appreciate your wardrobe, it's actually sexier to see you in my clothes." Duo grinned, "For some reason."
"For some reason." Heero agreed, and took the protein shake and vitamins Duo handed him. He downed it in one gulp and took the pills after. Figures Duo would still make time for that, even though they had to go.
"C'mon, you can brush your hair in the car. We gotta go if you're going to be there on time. And bring your damn cigarettes, I need a smoke." Duo said, and went flying out the door.
Heero obediently grabbed his cigarettes, wallet and phone and stuffed them into the hoodie's large pockets before he too, took off out the door, barely remembering to lock it behind him. Duo had the truck all ready to go, so Heero hopped in and buckled up, which was a good thing, because Duo took off with the tires screeching. Heero dug his hands into the seat and tried to keep from swearing as Duo proceeded to break every law of traffic on his way to the hospital.
"Gimme a light." He said, after they'd just floored it through an intersection.
"No fucking way am I giving you a cigarette while you're driving like this."
"Either you give me a cigarette, or I'll dig around in your pockets till I find one. Fuck me Heero, I used to pilot Deathscythe. I think I can drive and smoke at the same time. Besides, I think I've been pretty reasonable this morning, all things considered, don't you?"
Heero grumbled, but pulled out his cigarettes anyways, putting one in Duo's mouth and lighting it for him.
"Thank you."
"I am such a bad influence on you." Heero muttered, lighting one of his own. "You'd finally quit smoking too."
"Nah." Duo chuckled. "I just stopped doing it in front of everyone else. I can't help it, I've got an oral fixation. When I'm nervous, or bitchy, or depressed, or well...pretty much any time, I gotta have something in my mouth."
Heero smirked, "I'm sure we could put something in it."
"Dammit!" Duo snapped, "Do not try to make me horny right now. You know that's not what I meant, and now...ah fuck." He moaned. "See, now all I'm thinking about is fucking you again. Fuck! How long is this appointment going to last?"
"About ten minutes talking to Sally, and then an hour in the regen unit." Heero replied, totally forgetting that he had planned on not bringing up the regen unit.
"In the WHAT?" Duo exclaimed. "What the hell? Why do you need a regen unit? Are you okay? What-what-WATCH WHERE YOU'RE FUCKING GOING!" Duo broke off mid-freak out to scream out the window at a red Ferrari they had barely missed smashing into, giving the driver the finger.
"Duo, calm down. I'm fine. It's just old war injuries that Sally's obsessed with fixing. You can talk to her about it while I'm bored out of my mind in the unit. Okay?"
"I just – ugh. Fine. We're here anyways."
"Drop me off up front. You can go get coffee and brunch and come back. Page Sally and she can take you to the regen unit room."
"Yeah, okay. Leave me the cigarettes, will ya?"
"You need to buy your own." He said, but left them for Duo anyways.
Heero didn't even check in at the front desk – he just went straight to the regen room. He'd been coming to Sally's clinic for years, and the whole staff recognized him. He'd even slept with some of the male nurses. Not that he'd told Sally. She would have flipped.
He'd been surprised that a small clinic like Sally's could afford a regen unit, since most of their work was for charity, helping the homeless, illegal immigrants, and uninsured. But she had told him that between Quatre's yearly grants and the ridiculous sum Wufei had insisted on giving her during their divorce, it was more than enough to pay for everything and still have enough left over to live on.
Sally was waiting for him, an indignant look on her face. "I'll pretend I don't know how fast Duo had to drive to get you here on time." She said dryly.
"You're the one who wanted me here in a half hour."
"And you're the one who missed your appointment." Sally shot back. "Get undressed and get into a gown and I'll be right back to turn the machine on."
"Yes, mother." Heero said. He sighed and stripped down, laying his clothes neatly on a chair.
He scowled as he pulled the hospital gown on. They made him look ridiculous. He left it open at the back, since Sally would just make him untie it anyways, and went over and laid down on the regen unit.
It was as big as a bed, and had a thick, clear plastic slab to lie down on. The unit itself was actually underneath, and passed back and forth under the injury – healing burns, helping bone and muscle knit back together, and reducing scar tissue and encouraging new growth. When a patient had a full body injury, or something that couldn't be pressed against the plastic, there was a track that could be pulled out around the patient as well. Since he had a back injury, it wasn't needed.
Sally came back in and covered him with a blanket, which was good because with how little body fat he had, he was already freezing. Then she adjusted the settings for the unit and started it up. The unit hummed to life and started to scan back and forth across the bottom of the plastic slab. It made Heero's spine tingle, which Sally assured him meant it was working. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, but for Heero, who had spent most of his childhood hooked up to machinery, it was disconcerting, to say the least.
"I'd like to take some x-rays next time." She said. "To see how you're progressing."
"I can taste really spicy food now." He informed her.
"That's a very positive sign. I know I usually sit with you Heero, but I have another patient waiting. Will you be alright, or do you want me to have a nurse keep you company?"
"No, I'll be fine." He lied. The smell of the clinic made him nauseous. And even though Sally hadn't strapped him down like she was supposed to, being here on this machine was way too similar to more than one horrible experience Heero had gone through.
"Alright. I'll have a nurse check in on you every twenty minutes. After you've been in there an hour you can go home."
"Thank you." He said, though he really didn't mean it.
She left, and Heero let out a deep, shaky breath. This was one of the reasons he hadn't wanted to use a regen unit. If he kept his eyes open, it was obviously not an OZ interrogation room, but the white walls, sounds of the machinery and the smell of disinfectant took his brain straight back to J's laboratory. He had spent countless, horrible hours of being strapped to a table and being pumped full of drugs that literally made him go insane, just so they could measure their effects. And if he closed his eyes, all he saw were the faces of over-eager OZ officers, with any number of torture instruments, each one sure they could be the one to finally break him.
Open, or shut? Open, or shut? Heero thought he was going to pass out. He couldn't breathe. He would have stood up and bolted, but by the time he realized that he wasn't strapped down and that he could get up, his body was too numb with fear to move. Why the fuck hadn't he made Sally stay with him?
"Heero! Hey, Heero! Snap out of it!" Duo's voice cut through his terror and yanked him into the present. He opened his eyes to see Duo's anxious face peering down at him.
"Are you okay? You looked like you were going to be sick."
"I hate this thing." He whispered harshly, knowing he wouldn't have to tell Duo why. The other pilot nodded, and pulled up a chair so that Heero could reach out and touch him, if he wanted to. He had a cup of coffee and a sandwich bag in his hands, but he put them down so he could stick his hand inside the unit and grab Heero's hand.
"Just focus on me, okay?"
Heero nodded. "Thanks. I thought you would be gone longer."
"No way. I've been in one of those things. They suck. I just got coffee and a sandwich at the shop, then headed right back here. I was gonna make a fuss if anyone said anything about the food. If I'd known Sally was gonna just leave you here, I wouldn't have even done that."
"I told her it was fine." Heero admitted.
"You're such a fucking idiot!" Duo exclaimed. "I had such horrible fucking flashbacks when I was on that thing. Why would you do that to yourself?"
Heero couldn't really argue with him. "Drink your coffee."
"Are you sure?"
"God. Yes. I don't need you to hold my hand." Heero groused.
Duo glared at him for a few minutes. Then he gave in, reluctantly releasing Heero's hand and took several large drinks of his coffee and unwrapped his sandwich. Before, Duo's high metabolism left him constantly hungry, and a hungry Duo was a bitchy Duo. It didn't look like his metabolism had slowed down at all.
"So," he said when he'd polished off his food, "Tell me what's so bad that Sally actually managed to get you into that thing. Because the only time I ever got in it was when I got carried into it when a pallet fell on me and crushed all the bones in my left leg."
"It's my back." Heero said, wondering when Duo had been careless enough to injure himself that badly, and yet feeling reluctant to ask about it. "You remember when I self-destructed."
"Uh...yeah." Duo said. "It was kind of a traumatic experience for me."
"Tell me about it." Heero said. "Anyways, Trowa obviously didn't have the equipment to fix me up as much as I needed to be fixed up."
"It's a miracle he saved you at all." Duo agreed, and then scowled when he realized who he was talking about.
"Anyways, Sally did some x-rays a while ago and discovered that I have a partially severed spine."
"You have a WHAT?" Duo yelped, barely avoiding spraying coffee all over the regen unit.
"That was pretty much her reaction."
"Shit! I'm surprised she even lets you out of that thing."
Heero frowned. "She talked me into one hour a week. Do not give me that face Duo Maxwell, you hate this machine and hospitals in general just as much as I do. There is no fucking way I'm coming here more often than that.
"Yeah but -"
"I made it through the whole rest of the war and eight years after that without it breaking all the way, and I'll be damned if I'm going to sit here and remember that fucking lab for hours just in case something might happen to me." He paled when he realized he'd used the word 'lab' out loud. He and Duo had never, ever, discussed what had happened during his childhood.
"Lab? What do you -"
"Mr. Saito?" One of the nurses – not one he'd slept with, thank God, poked his head into the room. "How are you doing?"
"Fine. How much longer do I have to be in here?" He asked.
The nurse looked at his watch. "Another 35 minutes."
Heero groaned.
"Would you like a magazine?" The nurse asked him.
Heero looked at Duo and then back at the nurse. "No."
"Alright. The machine will turn itself off, so feel free to get up and dressed at that point. Do you want me to check back in on you?"
"No, thank you." Heero tried not to think about how long thirty-five minutes could be.
"So...what lab were you talking about?" Duo wasn't going to let this go.
"I really don't want to talk about it."
Duo got up and closed the door. "What about now?"
Heero glared at him. "Don't you have things you don't want to talk about?"
"Well...yeah. Look. I'll trade ya."
"What?"
"You tell me why you hate this thing, and I'll tell you why I hate it. And OZ doesn't count."
Heero sighed. It wasn't like he could go anywhere. "Fine."
"Before the war I...I was an experiment for the Barton Foundation. They wanted to create the "Perfect Soldier;" someone who would follow orders, feel no pain, emotion, or attachment to other humans, and self-destruct when asked. The drug I've been on my whole life...was part of it. But it wasn't cleared for use until after they did clinical trials on me."
"Wait... Are you saying they made you a guinea pig?"
Heero looked away for a minute. "That drug was developed using results they gathered by pumping me full of chemicals and seeing what happened. So, yes."
"Fuck."
Heero felt that that word appropriately summed up the situation. "I didn't really think about it during the war. I was happy just to be out of there, and anyways, I was busy not dying like everyone else. Then, right after the war, I fell apart, and was per-occupied with trying to keep everyone from finding out. But after that... I've been remembering it a lot. Nightmares, flashbacks – it's like now that I'm actually starting to experience human interaction, starting to fit in and get better, if you can call it that, all that shit is starting to come back to haunt me.
At the time, I didn't know it wasn't normal. I didn't know other kids weren't strapped to tables and experimented on. I didn't know most kids weren't kept in a 5x5 foot concrete room without windows or 'unnecessary distractions.' I thought it was normal. They told me it would make me a better soldier, a better assassin. I was only eight years old – I believed them. I thought my restlessness was my own fault. I thought I was weak for craving human comfort. I thought it was my-fucking-fault for wanting to go outside and run around like a normal kid."
Heero's voice was raw, and he couldn't tear his eyes away from the horrified look on Duo's face.
"How did you – I mean, fuck Heero. How did you survive that?"
"I'm genetically modified." Heero said flatly, as if he were speaking about the weather. "I don't know who my real parents were. I was raised by an assassin for a few years – I was his cover. I don't know if he was my father or not. He wasn't bad though, from what I remember about him. After he died, Dr. J found me. When they started experimenting on me, they didn't expect me to last three weeks. None of their other test subjects had. But I healed from everything they did to me. Apparently, once your genetic code had been hacked, it's easy to do it again, and again. I don't even know if my DNA registers as human anymore."
"So," he said bitterly, "is that what you wanted to hear? Enjoy that little glimpse into my past?" He looked up into Duo's eyes, which were filled with tears.
"I'm so sorry Heero." He whispered, leaning over the unit to kiss Heero tenderly.
Heero let him, pressing his own lips against Duo's, opening his mouth to Duo's gentle, questing tongue. He'd never been kissed like this before. It was gentle and warm and loving. Duo's fingers combed through Heero's hair, soothing him when he didn't know that he wanted to be soothed.
Duo finally pulled away, and Heero realized that, without even saying it, Duo had just told him exactly how he'd felt. The words were too painful to say, and anything else would have just been cheap and meaningless. Heero had finally opened himself up and let Duo in, and Duo hadn't rejected him.
Duo was about to go sit back down, but Heero stopped him, grabbing onto his arm. He slid his hand down into Duo's and searched those beautiful violet eyes with his own. He didn't say anything – he couldn't. Duo gripped his hand back. He understood.
"So." Heero said, when the moment finally passed. "Why do you hate this damn thing?"
"Aah. Well after hearing your story, I'm almost embarrassed to tell you. I mean, it was horrible at the time but..."
"We had a deal."
"Right. Well, it was a few months after you'd left. Sally was having trouble with her baby, and Wufei was so stressed out and angry; you couldn't even look at the guy without setting him off. Quatre and Trowa were fighting and miserable and I was so fucking depressed, I didn't even want to get out of bed. Without you there... well..."
Duo trailed off for a moment, then cleared his throat and continued. "I was still holding it together until Trowa broke the bond between him and Quatre. Quatre had to be hospitalized, and Trowa and I got into a huge fight – I busted his face up real good, and he broke a couple of my ribs. Then Trowa disappeared, just like you had, and I – I fucking lost it. I got really, really drunk, and then I tried to slit my wrists open."
Duo turned both his arms over to show Heero the thick twin scars running down both arms. "I don't know how I didn't die, or who called the ambulance. But I woke up in the psych ward with my wrists all bandaged up and strapped to a table. They had me on all sorts of drugs – they wouldn't listen when I tried to tell them what I couldn't take. The meds fucked me up real bad. I was flashing back to the war and screaming bloody murder. I escaped once, and almost killed two orderlies and a shrink. It was over a week before Wufei came and got me out. Between Sally and Quatre, he hadn't been home to get any of the messages they'd left him telling him I was there."
Heero traced the thick scars with his fingers, "I'm glad they let you out." He whispered.
"Yeah, well, Wufei didn't give them much of a choice. He said they had to release me or he'd break me out with as many Preventers agents as it took. Then, he made me stay with him for two months to detox. He made Quatre stay there too, when he got out of the hospital. Me and Wufei never really got along before, but after that, well, it was like I owed him, you know?"
The room grew suddenly quiet as the regen unit clicked off. Heero practically leapt off the unit. "Thank god. Let's get out of here."
He put the blanket back on the bed and then ripped the hospital gown off, not even caring that that meant Duo was going to see him naked. He went over to the chair and began putting on his clothes, feeling the heat of Duo's gaze on his back. "Like what you see?" He asked. Duo had seen his dick last night, if he'd even been conscious after that blowjob, but he'd never seen Heero completely naked.
"Mhmm. You've got a nice ass."
"You can check me out at home." Heero said firmly, pulling on his pants as fast as he could, then pulling Duo's brown hoodie over his head. He stopped for a second to smell Duo's scent on that hoodie – he really, really loved wearing Duo's clothes. He didn't give a shit if that made him girly or not.
"Really? Damn, I like the sound of that. Lets go."
They walked out together, and when Duo reached over to take his hand, Heero smiled and slipped his hand in Duo's. On the way home, Duo drove even faster than he had on the way there. It was probably because of what Heero had said, and the fact that they had been interrupted earlier.
As soon as they were inside the apartment with the doors locked, Duo picked him up and carried him into the bedroom, as if he didn't think Heero could get there fast enough on his own. Heero was going to protest, but Duo cut him off with one of those kisses of his, warm and gentle and slow. Heero didn't know what it was exactly, but Duo kissing him like that just made him melt.
"Yep." Duo said when he'd laid Heero down. "I fucking love having you in my bed."
"I'm not even undressed yet." Heero said.
"Mmm. I can fix that." Duo said, climbing up on the bed with him. He slid both his hands under the brown hoodie, sending sparks of pleasure across Heero's skin.
Duo straddled him, grinding his hips and already obvious erection against Heero's pelvis. His kisses became more aggressive, and Heero went along with it, sliding one hand into Duo's jeans and the other up his shirt. Duo's powerful muscles were covered in skin littered with scars, but Heero didn't mind – it actually turned him on more. This wasn't just some john, this was Duo, who he'd fought beside, who'd watched his back during the worst dogfights, and who was currently dry humping him, the sexiest moans rolling out of his throat.
"Are you - " Duo asked him between kisses, "-sure you wanna do this?"
"What do you mean?" Heero asked, grinding his own erection into Duo's and wishing they'd just take their clothes off already. He understood that foreplay was usually a desirable part of sex, but he'd been waiting for years to have sex with Duo.
"Us, having sex. Really, really having sex."
He pulled one of Duo's hand out from under his clothes and put it on top of his erection. "Does it feel like I really, really want to have sex with you?"
"Mmm... yes but-"
And then Heero knew what Duo was worried about. Last time, from what he could remember of the affair, Heero was pretty sure that he'd been the one on top. "Duo." He said, unbuttoning Duo's shirt. "Fuck me."
"Oh god, I've always wanted you to say that." Duo let Heero take his shirt off, and then he greedily pulled Heero's hoodie off too.
Heero still thought there were entirely too many clothes involved in this, and he reached for the button on Duo's pants.
"Not yet." Duo said huskily. "I wanna focus on you for a moment, not your dick."
Easy for him to say. Heero wanted to be fucked now dammit. And Duo was still grinding against him so it wasn't exactly like he was ignoring his cock. Duo's lips left his mouth and moved down to Heero's neck, licking and sucking it until he found a spot that made Heero groan. He stayed there for a few minutes, finding all of Heero's hotspots. Part of Heero felt like he should take over, but most of him felt that it was more than okay to let Duo fuck him than the other way around. Duo was gentle and eager, and his touch sent shivers down Heero's spine. He'd never wanted this much before. One of his hands was on Duo's ass, which was amazing even through his jeans, and the other one was tangled up in Duo's hair, gently but firmly demanding that Duo move his mouth down to where Heero wanted it to be.
Duo relented, working his way down Heero's chest, until he was kissing Heero's hipbones. "Pants off now." Heero said firmly.
Duo seemed to agree, and unbuttoned Heero's jeans while Heero unbuttoned his. Heero reached over to the nightstand while Duo was kicking his pants off and pulled out two condoms and a bottle of flavored lubricant.
"We have to use these until my test results come back." Heero said, even though he wished they didn't need them.
"Mmkay." Duo agreed, even though Heero knew Duo was far too busy staring at Heero's dick to even really be thinking about what Heero was saying.
Heero put his own condom on, which dragged Duo's attention back to what he was doing long enough to take the bottle of lube from Heero. Heero gasped when Duo grabbed his cock and applied a liberal amount of lube to it. He'd been fucked by a lot of people, but no one had ever made his cock feel this good. He trusted Duo – he could relax and enjoy it the way he'd never been able to before. It made more of a difference then he'd thought it would.
Duo went down on him without warning, and Heero moaned louder. He'd given Duo a blowjob last night but he hadn't expected to get one in return. He arched up off the bed, pushing himself further down Duo's throat. Duo took him without protest. It was nice to have a partner who cared about how he felt during sex.
He felt one of Duo's fingers probing his entrance, and spread his legs as wide as they would go. Duo took this as the invitation it was. He went in gently at first, and then, after there were no protests from Heero, pushed it in all the way to the knuckle. Heero moaned again as Duo started moving inside him. It felt good, but that wasn't what he wanted.
"You don't have to prep me." He gasped out between moans. "I'm a professional."
Duo raised himself up off Heero's cock long enough to say, "I have an enormous cock Heero. I'm gonna prep you." Duo added a second finger without missing a beat, working Heero's ass in circles to prepare him for the thickness of Duo's cock. Then he went right back to sucking Heero's dick.
Heero knew that relaxation was key, especially if he wasn't going to be high. And Duo's mouth on his cock was amazing; he'd apparently gotten in a lot of practice. Duo had a bigger mouth then Heero did, so even though he couldn't control his gag reflex the way Heero could, he didn't need to. Heero craved the feeling of Duo fucking him. He wanted it; he needed it. After finding out that they had had sex before, it was all he could think about.
Duo added a third finger, and Heero decided that Duo was trying to torture him. If he wasn't used to regular sex at this point, he'd have come already. He managed to get his hands on Duo's cock, and started stroking him while Duo fucked Heero with his hand. Duo shuddered as Heero stroked him.
He pushed himself up off Heero's cock with a gasp and said, "No fucking fair!"
"Fuck me." Heero ground out, opening the second condom and rolling it out over Duo's cock. Duo kept fucking him while he put lube on Duo's cock, though he wouldn't have minded having sex without it. He was already lubed up from Duo's fingers, and the condoms were lubricated. Heero liked it rough – but Duo wouldn't let him.
"Yanno, for being on bottom, you're not very submissive." Duo grinned. Heero didn't think for a moment that Duo would have enjoyed it any other way.
So instead of answering, Heero lay back on the bed and spread his legs, holding them open so his rock hard cock and his entrance were both visible and available to Duo. He wanted to see Duo when they fucked. He let himself moan more then he usually would – Duo liked being loud, so he probably wanted Heero to be loud, too.
"Fuck me."
"God," Duo moaned, "You're amazing."
Heero stifled a whimper as Duo pulled his fingers out, and then slid off the mattress to stand on the side of the bed. He pulled Heero over to him, the mattress putting him at just the right height to hold Heero's hips and be able to fuck him.
"Tell me if I hurt you." He insisted, placing his cock at Heero's entrance, and then guiding himself in slowly, controlling the pace with the iron grip he had on Heero's hips. Heero felt a sudden spasm of pain he hadn't been expecting. Duo was enormous. He'd been fucked by lots of guys, but Duo's dick was one of the largest. He shuddered as Duo pushed himself all the way in.
"Heero, are you okay?" There was no fooling Duo. He could always tell when Heero was masking pain.
"I'm fine. You're just... fuck. Give me a minute to adjust." He gasped out. He wanted Duo to move, but he knew it would be better for both of them if he just waited a moment.
"I am pretty enormous." Duo said proudly. He bent over and kissed Heero, adjusting his grip on Heero's hips so he could keep his cock buried deep inside him and let him get used to Duo's impressive length.
"Move." Heero said, when the pain subsided. Duo hesitated. Heero hooked his legs around Duo's and pushed himself away for a moment, then pulled himself all the way back down, eliciting a groan of pleasure from both of them.
"Yeah, okay."
Duo fucked him hard. Heero knew he was trying to be gentle, but he was excited, and as he picked up speed, Heero could feel him losing some of his control, his breath coming in quick, excited gasps as he slammed his cock into Heero's ass. He knew what he was doing though; it felt amazing. Duo made sure to hit his prostate often, sending Heero arcing off the bed and grinding himself on to Duo.
He'd never enjoyed being underneath a man as much as he liked bottoming for Duo. Even after Duo had lost himself in the sheer pleasure of fucking him, Duo was one of the most experienced tops Heero had ever been with. Once Duo had stopped worrying about hurting Heero, he started fucking Heero with a steady, fast rhythm that was exactly what Heero wanted.
Normally, Heero could be fucked for hours. But between the unexpected foreplay, and the fact that it was Duo fucking him – really, really fucking him - he was having a hard time hanging on. It couldn't have been more then fifteen minutes before he couldn't take it anymore.
"I'm gonna -" He tried to warn Duo, but then Duo slammed into his prostate one last time, and it sent Heero over the edge, shuddering with pleasure as he came harder than he ever had in his life. He felt Duo's orgasm start just after his own, as Duo came with a strangled gasp and Heero felt Duo's cock pulse inside of him as Duo screamed his name.
Afterwords, they both collapsed on the bed. Heero let Duo take the condoms off this time – his whole body felt like jelly. He felt thoroughly fucked and immensely satisfied. Not only had the sex been amazing, he'd been able to relax and orgasm without being high. Duo lay back down on the bed and Heero crawled over to him, wrapping his leg around Duo's, and his arm around Duo's waist.
"Thank you, that was wonderful." He said honestly.
"Thank you." Duo said, "I've never had a partner that could take me all the way like that before, not since my growth spurt."
"Mm. I like being on bottom, actually." Heero admitted. "Especially with you. I trust you."
"God, that's so sexy." Duo said. "So. Am I the biggest guy you've ever fucked?"
"No." Heero said, "But you are the biggest non-modified guy I've slept with, unless?"
"Hell no. This baby is 100% home grown." Duo grinned.
Heero smirked. Duo was so confident, it was adorable. Of course, with how hard he'd just been fucked, Duo had reason to be confident. His face turned serious. "Duo...I..." He didn't know if he should say it. It had caused so many problems, before.
"Yeah?" Duo asked sleepily.
Heero took a deep breath, and went for it. "I love you."
Duo laid there in stunned silence. The last time Duo had heard those words with Heero, he'd said them to Heero's stiff and unresponsive back. Then, Heero had gone into their room, thrown together a duffel bag of his things, and walked out the door, intending to never return.
"I...love you too, Heero."
"Good." Heero said firmly, and laid his head on Duo's chest, willing Duo to understand what he meant.
Duo threaded his fingers in Heero's hair and stroked his head softly. He seemed completely comfortable to be here in bed, tangled up with him naked and smelling like sex. Heero was surprised to feel completely relaxed himself. After the last time their relationship had completely fallen apart, he'd never thought he'd get a chance to try again.
He knew words weren't enough. They still had a lot of shit to work through; and honestly he doubted if anyone as fucked up as they were would ever have a perfect relationship. Even though he couldn't bring himself to say all that, he knew that Duo got it. Heero was telling him that this time, he was there to stay.
End of Part 1
Author's Notes: Damn! The ending to this kinda snuck up on me. But I wrote and rewrote the next chapter...and this is just a really good place to stop! Plus you guys get a happy ending. :3 Don't worry, I'm working on Part 2, but I'm probably going to take some time off before it comes out, partly because of real world stuff, and the fact that I've been having terrible writer's block. I'm working on it though!
Feel free to leave comments and feedback; reading reviews helps me fight that writer's block, and gets me through otherwise shitty days.
Thanks again to priscel, my amazing beta reader! She corrects my terrible grammer and sometimes convoluted ways of thinking.
See you all again in Part 2!