Here's the newest chapter and thank you to all who have waited so patiently. I am very sorry that it took so long to get it to you, but I've had several health problems which resulted in me being Prednisone (an oral steroid) for my breathing and that crap really messes with my muse. Again, thank you and hopefully the next one won't take as long.
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A Long Slow Dance to Hell
Owen gripped the steering wheel of his stolen car tightly. The feel of the plastic and steel of the wheel bending under the strength of his grasp seemed to ease the fire burning in his soul. His two worthless sons were amongst the crowd of teenagers that roiled from the high school building and he strained his eyes to pick them out of the mass of humanity below.
OJ lumbered out and got into a car that Owen could only assume belonged to his foster family. The ungrateful wretch actually looked pleased with himself and was laughing with whomever sat in the front seat of the vehicle. Then he saw him exit through a side door… the one who had ruined his life… Duo.
The braided boy came out with the little blonde son of Owen's former employer. Behind him Owen could make out Yuy's kid and the tall, lanky form of the Barton boy. Owen's betrayer turned toward the shorter of the dark-haired boys and leapt onto his back, wrapping his legs around the slender waist. He was shouting something and waving one hand around like a fool. The angry man had never seen his son looking some much like a child before. It took all his restraint not to put the car into gear and mow the whole schoolyard down. He slowly moved out, heading for his safe house like a wounded animal heading for its den to lick wounds received in battle. He'd come back and when he did, there wouldn't be any laughter. Just rivers of tears and blood.
Duo rode on Heero's back. He loved the feeling of the muscles moving under his thighs. The scent of the gorgeous man who had become so important to him drove him to distraction. All he wanted to do is wrap his legs around He-chan's waist and let him pound him into the mattress. The mere thought of their activities started to get him hard and he rubbed his arousal against the small of Heero's back. The deep, primal growl the escaped from the chocolate-haired boy's throat should be illegal, it was so hot.
Duo reached down and licked the defenseless ear of his lover. "Something the matter?" he murmured into that beautiful shell.
"Hn," Heero rumbled. "Stop it, Baka."
"And why is that?"
"I have no intention of fucking you into the seats with Trowa and Quatre watching."
The braided boy pouted. "It might be interesting to do it with an audience, He-chan," he said, purring in that perfect ear.
Heero dropped him to the ground, forcing Duo to either put his legs down or land on his ass. He staggered to his feet and found his hand gripped tightly in his lover's hand. They walked, hand in hand, to the limo waiting for them and their two companions.
Rasheed stood at attention beside the open door. As soon as the four boys were in and seated, he closed the door and returned to his seat in the front of the vehicle. The quiet voices from the back didn't bother the man. He truly enjoyed the job of driving Master Quatre and Master Duo around, even when the braided boy got a little rowdy. He lowered the partition between the two seats.
"Where to, Master Quatre?"
"Home," Duo broke in. "Heero's got a raging hard-on and it needs some professional attention!"
"Ah," the older man responded, his face flushing red.
"Hn," Heero reacted. He reached over and slapped Duo in the back of the head.
"Ow! What was that for, He-chan?"
"Shut up, Baka." He pulled the slight form into his arms and cradled him against his side. The rest of the journey passed in quiet contentment. Quatre and Trowa sat side by side, talking softly and gazing deeply into each other's eyes. Duo rested his head against Heero's chest, just reveling in the feeling of being near people who cared about him.
When they reached home, the little blonde and his boyfriend wandered into the kitchen, looking for an afterschool snack. Duo grabbed Heero by the hand and dragged him up the stairs toward his bedroom. They burst through the door and the braided boy knocked his lover onto the queen-sized bed, tied his hands to the headboard, walked over to his computer and brought up the media player. Buck-Tick's 'Tango Swanka' blared out of the speakers.
He began to dance to the bass line, his slim hips swaying and grinding to the beat laid down by the percussion. He grabbed the hem of his tee-shirt and slowly began to strip it off, then threw the garment to one side. He jumped up on the bed and crawled very seductively up Heero's struggling body. He straddled his lover's hips and ground their groins together, moving his hips in a circular motion. His slender fingers pushed up the messy-haired boy's shirt, allowing himself access to that perfect expanse of lithe muscle and He-chan's nipples. He stopped his motions when he read Heero's body; the teenager was near the edge and Duo had no intention of bring him over that precipice until they both were worked into a frenzy. He smiled down at the serious boy.
"Problems, He-chan?" he murmured, his fingers working on the band holding his hair in its tight braid. He had never removed it from its confines in front of his lover before. As a matter of fact, the only time he had ever let it hang free was when he'd dated Treize. But other than that short time, he had never felt the need to allow any of his 'dates' to see him with his hair down.
"Let me up, Baka," Heero growled, straining then pulling his hands free from their restrains. He reached up and stroked the pale, exposed skin of Duo's chest. His hands wandered of their own accord across that beautiful expanse. He flipped them over, pinning the slight form beneath his. "My Angel. My beautiful, irreplaceable angel," he said, looking down at Duo's slight form haloed by chestnut hair.
"Heero, make love to me," Duo sighed. He reached up and wrapped his arms around the other boy.
Heero brought his mouth down and kissed the braided boy, hard. He made quick work of the rest of their clothing, tossing it away with reckless abandon. He wanted to take his time, but his body demanded its release. He reached over into the drawer where they kept the lube and grabbed up the first tube that came to hand. He broke apart from Duo for a brief moment, greased up his fingers and slid them into the willing body.
Duo arched his back, trying to draw the digits deeper into him. His hips bucked and twitched, his body clamped down on the invaders.
"He-chan, now," he whined. "Get in me now!"
The messy-haired boy folded his lover in half, pulled his fingers out and slathered the lube on his cock. He drew back and slammed their bodies together, relishing the feeling of the tight body beneath him.
Duo flipped their bodies over and took control of the session. He rolled his hips in a circle until Heero's hard cock hit his sweet spot. His head snapped back and his long, satiny hair tickled the tops of Heero's thighs. Passion darkened amethyst eyes glazed as his body rocked with Heero's. Duo controlled the pace of their joining and he slowed things down to stretch out their hunger.
Heero rolled them over with a growl that was more beast than human. He turned the chestnut beauty into a pretzel and pounded into him, wiping out any last trace of the men that had been there before him. He claimed and marked his territory, proving to his lover that only he mattered. He had explained to Duo that the first time they made love, he'd taken the braided boy's virginity. Others were there before him, but they didn't count as the act was no better than rape. A few good, deep thrusts threw Duo over the edge and Heero followed soon after. They collapsed in a heap of sweaty limbs and the satin floss of Duo's hair bound them tightly together.
"Koibito," Heero whispered in his lover's ear. "I can't believe that you chose me."
"Hee-chan, that's supposed to be my line," the chestnut-haired beauty murmured back. "I don't understand why you want to be with me, but I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. I love you more and more each day and nothing is going to change that. No matter what happens in the future, please remember what we have right now, okay?"
"Hn," was the only answer before they fell asleep.
Owen put down the binoculars he had been using to watch his faithless whore of a son, then turned and punched the nearest tree. Yuy's boy spent way too much time in the company of his property and Duo wasn't adverse in teaching the messy-haired teen more than a few of his harem tricks. Ones that Owen and his companions had taught the boy.
"You know," came a female voice behind him. "If you keep that up, you're going to get caught." Relena Winner stepped out from the trees and gave the fugitive a baneful glare. "But I think the two of us can help each other. You want Duo and Duo has someone that I want. If we work together we both can have what, or should I say who, we want."