Chapter Eight

Sunday – After the Crash

The knock on the hotel suite door indicated that someone had finally tried to make contact with Heero. He'd turned off his cell phone, unplugged the hotel's phone and put a "do not disturb" sign on the door. He was waiting for his team to contact him – to tell him he should attend events as his medical check only revealed bruising and the soreness that went with impacting a barrier at high speed.

He picked up the whiskey glass as he went to the door – it knocked again, persistent, and he wondered whether it would be the PR girl or maybe even Quatre Winner himself being that the weekend had turned out in the worse possible way for the team. It wouldn't be Trowa. He'd accompanied him to the hospital as he was checked over, x-rayed, and was building up an anger after the relief that his teammate wasn't dead or seriously injured. It didn't matter whatever the fuck was happening between him and Duo, it still didn't mean he wanted to see a fellow driver dead or injured. No one in the sport did. It had been a long time since a fatality and no one wanted it.

Trowa had come with him back to his suite, lingered silently and there was an offer there. They may have stopped fucking around some time ago but there was something unspoken between them. However, despite the frustration of his crash, of watching on a television screen as Chang lifted the trophy in the shape of the circuit and then sprayed the champagne over his team principle in celebration, he declined the vague offer saying he wanted to go to sleep early. Trowa accepted it and left, leaving Heero with a bottle of whiskey as he sat overlooking the circuit while numerous parties were underway on yachts in the bay. At least they stayed in a damn expensive hotel and the team paid for his accommodation. He thought of it as a big "fuck you" to Quatre Winner that he'd opened the expensive bottle of whiskey from the mini bar, drinking like he so rarely got the opportunity and feeling ever so slightly inebriated as he opened the door.

"It's you."

There were certainly people he would've preferred to have seen than Duo Maxwell at his suite door. Or at least, he would've liked the whole thing if they were still on the terms they'd been on the previous day where a friendly hand job or blowjob may have occurred.

"You gonna invite me in or you wanna do this shit in the corridor?"

Heero didn't respond, only opened the door more and started to walk back towards the chair near the window – where he'd had that interview with Merquise on his first day in Monte Carlo. When all the shit had started. When he'd made the comment about Duo trying to get himself killed or get someone else killed. It just hadn't occurred to him that it would damn happen and he would be the one Duo would be crashing out.

The door shut behind him and he grabbed another glass from above the mini bar with the intention of offering it. It was the least asshole move he could make.

"I'm not here for drinks or shit, Yuy. I just wanna resolve this so we don't have another fucking weekend like this."

He gave up on the glass, putting his own down and turning to face his teammate. He could see some bruising on his neck but otherwise he looked as though he had not suffered greatly in his crash despite how bad it had looked. It would be very much like Heero – he'd not suffered anything but superficial damage physically but then it would more his ego and his frustration at himself that would be more prominent.

"You have something to say?" Heero asked, realising Duo was awaiting some kind of response. "An apology?"

Duo's mouth opened and then closed before he composed himself before speaking angrily. "You want me to apologise?"

"You crashed me out. I would've won."

"Jesus! Fuck! I had you, Yuy. It wouldn't just have gone 'round for twenty more fucking laps, one of us deploying DRS until one of us got ahead and then doing it again next lap. We could've fucked around all damn day. You are such a cocky, motherfucking superior asshole who doesn't get that I could be as damn good as you – you –"

Heero could blame the alcohol or the close proximity of Duo, the way his eyes flashed when he was angry, the way he spoke and the way he was damn swearing at him but he didn't blame anything but long denied instinct as he leaned forward, his lips pressing hard against Duo's, halting his tirade almost as effectively as he could've by having his cock in his mouth.

It only lasted a second, he only felt the lips for a moment against his own as hands roughly pushed against his chest and the contact was broken – followed by a hard punch to his face.

"Do not pull that shit with me," Duo said heatedly and Heero met his gaze, gently rubbing his cheek where the fist had made impact. "You left me during a fucking blowjob and now you expect us to kiss and make love or something. You are so fucking mistaken."

"I don't want to make love."

Duo looked at him but he could see something in his eyes that was conflicted. He thought back to that first suggestion of fucking. Back to the Fairmont and then to the bathroom and how Duo had promised him a blowjob as long as it was reciprocated. He didn't want to make love. Maybe he did want to kiss him – that there was something about Duo that he knew that kissing him, truly kissing him, would be too fucking good and it would be more of a crashing together than anything gentle and sweet.

"I still hate you," Duo said, stepping forward. "Remember, I don't even like you. And this will not be all your damn way. I am not a fucking conquest."

Heero didn't have time to comprehend those words as Duo's mouth was on his, hands went to the front of the team polo shirt he was still wearing and pulled him close to the other body. He opened his mouth, allowing a thrusting tongue to make its entry and he felt a shiver down his spine. Yeah, it was exactly how he imagined it would be and there was a definite feeling that Duo was sure as hell not going to be submissive in this encounter whichever way it went. The tongue in his mouth ran over his palate, his teeth, warred with his own and he began to step back, taking Duo with him, sliding his hands down to his ass and gripping it firmly.

He'd never really had the opportunity to touch him during the exchange of hand jobs and blowjobs. But now, Heero ran fingers underneath the vintage soft fabric of a t-shirt, feeling the way muscles moved underneath skin and it was better than he imagined. He sure as fuck wasn't sentimental about sex or sexual encounters but there was something about this one that was already becoming memorable. After all, he'd let Duo punch him. That had definitely been different. And oddly arousing. He wasn't used to someone arguing with him, standing up to him – the difference between the experience was obvious as Duo's hand gripped his shoulders, balling the fabric there as he ground his hips into Heero's, letting him feel that he was hard.

The kiss separated and Heero saw that Duo looked around his suite as he removed his polo shirt.

"Fuck, I need to be the team's lead driver if this is the swanky shit I'd get."

"No chance in this team," Heero replied and then noticed the appreciative look that Duo had of his naked torso.

"Yeah, well, we'll see about that." Duo's hands drifted over Heero's pectoral muscles, fingers tracing a few scars, and then to the firm abdominal muscles that fluttered under his touch. "Fuck, you have an incredible body."

Heero had been told that before but then the statement had never sounded so good from anyone else. "You want to see everything?"

"Hell, yeah."

He didn't feel self-conscious about his body but he moved away from those teasing fingertips and walked backwards slowly towards the bedroom of the suite, Duo following. As much as they could continue anywhere in the damn suite – Heero wasn't a traditionalist, the bed was not necessary, he could've quite happily taken Duo against a wall, the couch, on the floor – they'd both been in a crash and the bed did provide more comfort. Not that he wanted to get comfortable. Not for some time yet.

His fingers slid to his jeans as he walked, very aware of where Duo's eyes were as he followed. He slowly undid the button without making an effort to remove the zipper yet and he grabbed hold of Duo's jaw. "I don't want to tease. I don't want to play games."

Duo smirked as he met his eye. "So you just wanna get to the fucking part?"

He didn't get chance to respond to that despite the throaty "yeah" he attempted. He didn't want damn complicated. Relationships that had paparazzi and press and everything that surrounded them. He didn't want the complication of his time with Trowa due to his role in the team and the fear of reprisal. So when Duo forcefully re-initiated the kiss, it was easy.

The hands at his jeans worked down the zipper and he felt Duo's hand slide inside, stroking him roughly and causing him to pant while trying to continue to tongue fuck Duo's mouth. It was difficult as Duo already seemed to know all his buttons, one hand cupping his balls through the thin fabric of his briefs, the other stroking and working his cock.

He groped at Duo's shorts, the camouflage fatigues meant to be casual, and he reached for the button and zipper, fumbling due to the electric pleasure that was circulating through him from the pressure of those hands on his dick. Duo was fucking talented and was going to make him come far too quickly.

Duo's lips moved and suddenly he was biting at his lips and then running a rough tongue over his jawline trailing up to his ear.

"You owe me, Yuy."

Hands left his hard cock, throbbing, waiting for release but denied it. And then he felt the hand on his shoulders and Heero stepped back to sit on the bed knowing full well what he was meant to be doing.

"Take off your clothes," Heero said in a tone that sounded like a command.

Duo raised one eyebrow but complied, the t-shirt being taken off and the braid getting tangled in it before thwacking down on his naked back. Heero could see the bruising from the impact against the restraints and he leaned forward, running his tongue over Duo's taunt stomach, smirking into his flesh as he felt the muscles underneath respond. Duo's hands seemed to be less sure as he stepped away from Heero's mouth to remove shorts, underwear, kicking off Vans sneakers before returning to directly in front of him. Heero ran his fingers up Duo's sides, fingertips only, and smirked at the reactions his touch seemed to be getting – subtle jumps underneath the skin as he purposefully ignored the erection near his face.

"Your body's incredible too."

He damn meant it. Duo was lean but muscular, strong shoulders and arms, exactly how he imagined he would be from those promotional posters for that cologne brand. He had multiple tattoos in different shades of black and grey and he traced one, the skull, with his fingers, moving upwards until he was looking at Duo's face. For a moment their eyes locked, blue meeting blue, and then he leaned forward to take his hard cock into his mouth.

Hands rested on his naked shoulders, gripping him hard and he didn't want it any other way as he slid his lips down the length of Duo's dick, his tongue working on the underside as he bobbed his head forward wringing a gasp of pleasure from Duo's mouth. He moved back and brought his hands to Duo's ass, his fingers searching out for the spot that he knew would elicit even more of a response and unlike before he allowed him to leisurely move his hips forward, permitting the slight movement and for his cock to slide between his lips.

"Fuck," Duo swore as Heero's fingers found where he intended, not pressing in but providing additional stimulation as he continued to work his tongue and lips around the dick in his mouth. It made his inclination clear, he figured, that Heero wanted to fuck him. Maybe Duo had made his comment about not being a conquest but still his intention was that he wanted to fulfil those fantasies about his teammate – and all of those involved Duo being the one receiving. Right now Duo was not protesting but as he leaned backwards, ceasing the blowjob like he'd done in the bathroom, he felt Duo's hands try to encourage him to go back to his task.

"Damn it, you are not doing that again."

Heero shook his head and slid his jeans fully off, taking his grey boxer briefs with them, his own cock demanding attention after having Duo's hands tugging, stroking, and caressing him.

"We've done enough teasing."

Duo seemed to get the hint, bringing his body down onto Heero's and forcing him down towards the bed, grinding their bodies together – the slight aches from the crash now completely forgotten in white hot pleasure as Duo's fingers wrapped around both of their dicks, stroking them in unison and making Heero forget everything about the disastrous weekend that Monte Carlo had become.

Heero pushed Duo off of him despite every part of him wanting for Duo to continue as he had. The touch of his fingers was incredible but he imagined it would be nothing comparable to the feeling of actually fucking him. He looked confused but Heero answered that confusion by walking towards the bathroom and finding his own toiletries, retrieving lube and condoms, taking as little time as possible before joining him back on the bed. He hadn't expected the need for them during the weekend but had learnt that it was better to be prepared for the eventuality. He'd been propositioned too many damn times for him not to be.

When he returned, he saw that Duo had a lazy fist around his own dick, slowly pumping, and it was a damn erotic sight. He paused, depositing the packet of condom within reach and opening the tube of lube, squirting the clear gel onto his fingers, all the time watching the show whether for his benefit or just to relieve some of the pressure building from their previous activities. Hell, it didn't matter as he joined him on the bed, aligning himself on top of Duo, trying to be obvious in his intent without stating that he wanted to fuck him. He kissed him, his lubed fingers drifting, and he inserted the first roughly, to first knuckle, but he hadn't intended to be gentle. He felt Duo throw his head back and groan at the sensation and Heero used his other hand, grabbing Duo's that had been wrapped around his cock and pushing it down to the bed, restraining him.

"I want to fuck you," he said, repeating the words he'd spoken at the Fairmont but this time it wasn't a visual aid to some mutual masturbation. No dirty talking required as he had Duo underneath him, sweaty and damn willing.

"Then do it, Yuy."

"I thought you weren't a conquest?"

He slid another finger, feeling the tension in Duo's breathing, trying to keep the teasing calm tone in his voice despite how easy it was going to be to lose control. Duo's hand went to the back of his head, pulling his face down so they were level, hot breath against his lips and he felt his ragged pants.

"You fuck me. I fuck you. This is how it works."

Heero teased at his lower lip, using his fingers to scissor and stretch, not answering straight away, adding a third finger and keeping their foreheads together.

"You have the stamina?" Heero gritted out.

"Hell, baby, I got the stamina," he said as Heero moved to retrieve the condoms – rubbing his fingers against the expensive sheets to remove some of the stickiness of the lube as he impatiently attempted to rip at it – all hints of tease and finesse gone – and Duo laughed at him. That deep husky chuckle that turned him on as he managed to rip the packet with his teeth, removing it and sliding it on before returning to his position.

"Now go ahead and fuck me like you wanted to."

He wanted to say that he would – that he would fulfil his fantasy of having Duo like this but that it was only one of them – but instead he pressed forward, taking hold of his legs, raising them over his shoulders, and he pushed in, feeling the heat and impossible tightness he'd imagined and it felt far better than those fantasies.

Heero stifled the noises he damn wanted to make and instead, stilled his body, taking a few moments to appreciate the fact that he had his teammate, his rival, the idiot who had knocked him out of the race, underneath him and he was inside him and it felt fucking good.

Maybe Duo didn't want to be another conquest but somehow Heero knew he wasn't – he was more than that. An equal. His rival. Something more than the string of fake girlfriends, models who only cared about sleeping with him, even the convenient relationship with Trowa. He didn't articulate that as he moved back a small amount, pulling his dick out of tight heat in order to push back in with more force, finding a pace that was hard, fast, and one that was bringing him to climax all too quickly.

He didn't worry about being a bad fuck – he knew he wasn't – he could see Duo was enjoying it, feel his hands grabbing at any part of him he could as though holding on for fear of losing himself in the intensity. But he didn't jerk himself off, kept his hands on Heero's sweaty skin, moaning loudly as he figured he must've hit his prostate – the loud "fucking hell" indicating that.

Duo lowered his legs, wrapping them tight around Heero's waist and reached up, grasping roughly at his hair, pulling him downwards so that his lips were near his ear. He heard the harsh breathing but suddenly became aware of another sensation, a finger teasing his ass, searching until it began to press in, the pressure making him acutely aware of what Duo intended to do.

"You wanna come? You wanna come inside me?"

Heero couldn't hold back. Those words, used once before on the Fairmont's roof were his damn undoing as he felt his dick twitch inside Duo before his release, hot and sticky inside latex, the finger pushing in, the pleasure of orgasm making him ignore any discomfort it may cause to be stretched and prepared for Duo to fuck him. It had been a while.

Still inside Duo, he felt the finger push further in, the dual sensation of the tight heat around his over sensitive cock and the slick digit in his ass making his moan louder than he usually let himself during sex. He pulled out, leaning back on his heels, the finger slipping for a moment, and he removed the condom, tying it off before throwing it to the floor. He was sure the maids of Monte Carlo would wake up to worse things that a few used condoms and didn't give a fuck as Duo knelt up so that they were both kneeling on the bed, chest to chest, face to face, sharing a quick crash of lips, open-mouthed kisses.

"On your hands and knees," Duo instructed.

He glared for a second but then felt the finger that had disappeared as he moved returning and he could feel his body responding and he leaned forward, kissed him one more time before complying with the request. It was rare that Heero allowed someone else to have control, rare for someone to have that power over him but then he couldn't deny Duo for some reason, couldn't deny the lips on the back of his neck, the fingers carefully preparing him and touching the spot that made his cock return to a half hard state with each press of fingertip.

Duo fingers left him, stretched enough, and he heard the packet being ripped and thought of the visual image of lubricated latex being slid onto his erection before he felt the insistent pressure that brought with it the slight pain that proved he'd not been fucked for some time.

"Been a while?" Duo asked, teasingly, running his fingers below his body, cupping his balls, stroking his rapidly hardening dick.

"Yeah," Heero said as he ground his jaw, his head lowered towards the bed.

"Then I'll make it good for you."

He did as promised, hands hard on his hips, his body moving rapidly behind him, hands running down his sides, his chest, tweaking nipples briefly before returning to his now fully hard cock – his erection returning on the first hit of prostate and each subsequent contact making him feel too damn much. It was difficult to do anything but submit, push back a little into the man behind him, taking everything he could but letting Duo maintain control unlike he'd let anyone do for so long. He'd dreamed about how Duo would be when he was fucked but right now, he enjoyed being fucked, the lips on his neck and shoulders hot, the cock inside him moving in and out at a punishing rhythm and then the hand stroking him more firmly, with assured tugs, the thumb sliding from base to tip, circling the slit, the head and he felt Duo push as far as he could, heard the laboured breathing and knew he was close to coming. He'd been holding out longer to come so he hadn't expected him to take long but it didn't matter. Every part of him was on fire, every nerve alive in a way that he didn't feel unless behind the wheel of a Formula 1 car.

"Fuck, you… are… incredible."

Heero grunted unable to respond as he felt those hands hard on his hips pull him towards Duo's dick harder and he felt the shudder of climax from Duo's body as the hand brought him to his pinnacle, cum dripping onto the bed sheets, orgasm rushing through him for the second time in quick succession.

They both took a moment before they moved or said anything until he felt Duo slide out and Heero avoided the wet spots on the bed, turned to lie on his back and watched through heavy lidded eyes as Duo removed the condom and threw it off the side just as uncaring as he did.

"You want me to go?"

He hadn't expected the question and only shook his head. "Do what you want."

Heero thought he'd done like he'd done with other people before, been cold and indifferent after he got what he wanted, but Duo didn't seem to care about his tone and just laid down beside him.

"I still don't like you," Duo said.

"I don't care."

Duo laughed and turned over onto his side and Heero looked at him from the corner of his eye. "But ya know…" he murmured, reaching out to trace a finger around his nipple "we could always do this again. Ya know, if you're interested."

Instead of responding verbally, he turned onto his own side and kissed Duo more gently than he'd done previously, using the pad of his thumb to move away sweat soaked bangs from the sides of his face.

"Just don't crash me out of the fucking race next time," Heero said.

That signature smirk tugged at the corner of Duo's lips and he chuckled. "Yeah, next time I promise I'll only fuck you over in private, 'Ro. Not on the track."