Here's the latest chapter in the continuing saga of Duo Maxwell and Heero Yuy. Will love finally win out in the end? Stay tune for a message from our sponsors.
The legalese; don't own so don't sue. If I did own Gundam and its franchise, there'd be a ton more sex and fewer politics!
All I Want to do is Make Love to You
"Heero make me forget," Duo breathed. "Show me how much you care and do what you want with me."
"Yes," Heero sighed, pulling the other boy into his arms.
He laid Duo back, carefully pulling his hair out from underneath him. The thick, satiny locks flowed over the bed and the messy-haired boy buried his face in the clean, sweet-smelling mass, breathing in the essence of Duo. He grabbed a handful of the soft strands and brought them down and wrapped them around Duo's semi-aroused cock. With strong, firm strokes he began jacking the other boy off. The look of surprised passion sent a jolt to his member. He was glad he remained true to his normal ethics. If there was something that he didn't understand or wanted to learn about, he spent hours online researching what he needed to know. He'd even practiced on a blow-up doll he had a random man buy for him from an adult bookstore on the wrong side of town. Granted it was a female mannequin, but it had the right holes in the right places to hone his skills in seduction. One day he knew the braided boy would be in his bed and he had every intention of making him forget all the others who had come before him.
"Heero," Duo sighed, his legs moving restlessly against the soft sheets.
"Hn?"
"Please, no more teasing," Duo said, breathlessly.
"Yes," he cast around the room, looking for something. "Lube?"
"Heh," the braided boy laughed, "the drawer in the bedside table on the right hand side."
He grabbed the tube out of the drawer and smeared a thick layer onto his fingers. He slid one into Duo's hidden pucker, drawing it in and out until the tight muscle relaxed. He then slipped another digit in and began to scissor the two. He couldn't wait any longer so he pulled his fingers out, flipped the smaller boy over onto his hands and knees, slathered his own cock up and shoved it as deep as he could into the waiting orifice.
Duo moaned as Heero thrust in. The feeling of being filled to the brim made him want to beg, pled and ride that luscious pole slamming in and out of his willing body. It had been forever since he'd had a partner in pleasure and his body responded to every thrust and push. One particularly good shove hit his sweet spot and he nearly came off the bed.
"Hee-chan!" he cried, his sight starting to white out. Somehow the overly serious boy knew his way around the male body and while he didn't have the experience that Treize did, this felt more real than anything that over-paid courtesan did to him.
"Hn," Heero responded, pleased that his research paid off. He'd never seen the braided boy look so delicious. Chestnut hair splayed everywhere, violet eyes so dark with passion they looked almost black and creamy, pale skin glowing with an internal luminescence. He thrust in harder, wanting to see those glorious eyes glow with that special look that he knew would come as his did. The lithe body under him met and writhed under his, Duo's muscles clamping down with every motion; it nearly drove Heero over the edge.
The messy-haired boy reached down and began stroking Duo's neglected cock, the tip leaking copious amounts of fluid. He angled his cock to find that one, secret spot that drove the smaller boy insane. He grinned as he found it and the pale body beneath him nearly came off the bed. Tight rectal muscles clamped down on his cock and Duo came, shoot his load all over his chest, sheet and Heero's hand. The overly tight orifice stroked his member and threw him over the edge.
He collapsed on the fully sated body beneath him and they lay there trying to get their breath back. When he could move, he rolled off his lover and pulled him into his arms. Sleepy, wide violet eyes looked up at him with a question in them. He gently brushed sweaty hair off Duo's forehead and gently placed a kiss there.
"I'm not leaving, Baka," he murmured. "You're going to have to work harder than that to get rid of me." He gave the other boy a slight, half-grin and then his look became darker. "I'm not your father nor am I the self-centered jackass that Treize Khushrenada is."
"You mean Kushin-ramada, dontcha?" Duo answered, a slight, impish look lighting his face.
"Yeah, that too; now sleep."
"G'night, Hee-chan." Duo snuggled into Heero's arms and dozed off.
Owen Simpson sat in his stolen car and waited. He gave a self satisfied smirk as he considered the vehicle he had appropriated; one of the finest Winner owned and the best thing about it was that no one would realize it had been borrowed until well after its return. Now, he could sit in the comfort that he knew was his right and wait for the mental midget he called his oldest son.
It really perturbed him that his brat of a youngest boy now lived in the luxury that he had worked so hard to possess. That pissed him off more than anything. More than being in jail and much, much greater than having his cock almost shot off: now it lay useless in his pants. The doctors said there was a slight chance that he would regain function in that organ, but not to hold his breath. But Owen Simpson never backed down from a challenge. Look at him, free from jail and making arrangements to do away with the one person who could send him away for a very long time.
He saw a furtive motion from the backdoor of the house where his namesake had been put when Child Protective Services removed the boys from his care. He assessed the boy. In the months that he'd been away OJ had lost fat and gain muscle. No longer would he be considered the fat, dumb older brother. Now he looked more like Owen than ever. That was a boy the he could be proud of. Not like that skinny, sickly little bitch his wife had tried to foist off on him. He knew, no matter what multiple DNA tests told him, there is no way that pale, fragile, effeminate person could be of his get. Although, he did remind Owen of someone that he knew.
He jumped as OJ slammed into the car, threw open the door and flopped down in the seat next to his father. He turned and gave the old man a wide, pleased grin.
"Pops!" he bellowed, trying to hug his father. "I'm missed you so much!"
"Pops? Where in the hell did you learn that?" he snarled, glaring at his son.
"That's what my foster dad wants me to call him. And I just thought…."
"You're not paid to think, understand?"
OJ sank into himself, his jubilation at seeing his father for the first time in months dampened by the older man's anger. "Yes, sir," he mumbled, unable to stop himself from pouting.
"Good, now listen here. I've got plans for Duo and you're going to help me finish them, okay?" He kept his words small and simple just so the idiot next to him could understand. He really didn't have time to explain things better.
OJ shot him a sullen look. "Whataya want from me?"
"Where the hell did you learn to talk? You weren't raised in the streets, why must you talk like a guttersnipe?"
"Duo talks like this all the time and it's never bothered you before," OJ stated, glaring at his father.
Owen took one look at that stubborn, obstinate face, drew back his fist and slammed it into his son's jaw. The boy's head rocked back against the door, nearly shattering the glass. He could see the young man's hands clenching and releasing fists. He gave him a soft, gentle smile.
"OJ, why do you make me do things like that?" Owen asked, carefully ruffling the boy's hair. "I didn't bring you out here so that we could fight. As soon as we take care of the Duo problem, then we can go and find a new mommy-type person and we'll start a new life and family, okay?"
"Yes, sir," OJ muttered. "What do you want me to do?"
"That's my boy. All you have to do is make it so that Winner and his family want nothing to do with that dumb bitch, understand?"
"Yeah, I can do that." He turned to the door and reached for the handle.
"Leaving so soon? We haven't had time to catch up."
"If I'm gone too long, they're going to notice and then I'll really be in for it." He gave his father a tight smile. "I'll see what I can do about getting Duo kicked out of the Winner place. But it's going to take awhile. Mr. Winner thinks that he hung the moon and all that crap, okay."
"That's fine. Just let me know when you can."
"I will. How do I reach you if I need to?"
"I've got a burner cell and the number is 555-0306, got it?"
"Yeah, 0306, got it." He slipped out of the car and headed toward the dark house that he now called home. He didn't look back as he heard the car leave, he just kept walking. He reached the backdoor, cracked it open and slipped into the warm, sweet-scented darkness of the farmhouse-style kitchen. As he quietly closed the door, the lights in the room flared to life and he whirled around to see who had caught him sneaking back in. Standing there with tousled hair was his foster father, Daniel. He gave the younger man a knowing smile.
"We'd better do something about that jaw," Daniel said, moving over to the refrigerator, grabbing the towel stuffed into the handle and filling it with ice. "Been to see your father I take it."
"Yes, sir," OJ muttered. "Sorry."
"Can't say I like it, but I do understand. Why'd he punch you?"
"I said something he didn't like. He wants me to do something, but I'm not sure I want to do it. If I do this thing, then we can be a family again. But it means hurting someone who's done nothing but try to win his love." He gave the older man a troubled look.
"What's he want you to do?"
"Pops, he wants me to get Duo thrown out of the Winner house for something, but I don't know what or how I'm supposed to do this. I never knew how much time I spent on the edge until I came here. This is the first time since my stepmother died that I've felt like I belong somewhere. Stupid, huh?"
"OJ, there's nothing wrong with the way you feel. Those feelings are what make you, you. Now, what do you intend on doing to your half-brother?"
"Don't know," he murmured. "You know, there's not a lot I can do is there? I mean I'm not allowed to approach him or any of his friends, right? So, how could I manage to do something to him?"
"That's true," Daniel answered.
"I'm not smart enough to do anything about him on my own, now am I?"
"You're plenty smart…."
"Not like him," OJ broke in, "and not like Duo. Those two are like peas in a pod. They're both smart and can pick up on things a lot faster than me. Even if we didn't have the DNA, I'd know that Duo was dad's, he's that smart."
Daniel reached out and gave the young man a gentle bear hug and shooed him upstairs. "Bed and then tomorrow we can figure out how to deal with your father. I will warn you about one thing."
"Yes, Pops?"
"I'm going to call the police and let them know that Owen was here, understand?"
"But why?"
"To protect not only Duo, but more importantly, you; now off to bed, young man."
"Yes, Pops. G'night."
"G'night." Daniel waited until the boy had disappeared up the stairs, then he picked up the phone and hit speed dial. He waited until the other end was picked up. "Yuy, we've got a problem," he quietly said into the receiver.