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Watashi wa Chibi Hentai-chan.(Or for those of you that don't know Japanese: Hello, since it's 9pm I'm using evening, I am Chibi Hentai-chan.) I thought it would be a nice thing to give all youse out there a fic as a welcoming present. It's a little long, but can you blame me, I'm a creative writing major. This is my first fic, so don't skin me alive, but feedback is lovely, so please feel free other wise enjoy.
Category: Lemon or Lime (some sort of citrus)
Rating: NC-17 (not entierly sure how bad it is)
Warning: Underage drinking, Duo/Heero action, Wufei
getting called a chicken, barbie-doll-like-chick...yah I
think that's about it, oh and some lauguage.
Spoilers: None for the series unless they showed Heero
getting drunk and I missed it.
Notes: Kids, don't drink until you reach the right age.
People make stupid mistakes when they get drunk, but
they also let their masks down. Also, don't have sex
when you're drunk. That's a bad thing. Do it with
sober people, unless you're in a long-term commited
relationship where you trust the other explicitly.
Ummm...also don't call Wufei a chicken; he doesn't like
it, even if he looks like one.
He was drunk. It was apparent to the other four pilots as he burst through the door with liquor on his breath and a bottle in his hand. Duo had drug them all out a few hours prior. They went to a club in hopes of "picking up girls," as Duo had put it. The thought was laughable. Trowa and Quatre only had eyes for each other. Heero and Wufei would sit at a table all night, and turn down every man or woman who talked to them, so Duo was going to be the only one on the prowl.
Making them all dress properly for a boy's night out was almost as hard as convincing them to go, but Duo was more then up to the task. Quatre was, strangely enough, the easiest to change, and although he was still rather formally attired, the lavender shirt had been lost along the purple vest, and replaced with a dark blue tank top and a partly buttoned while shirt. Trowa was the first to mention that Quatre looked nice, but then again, Trowa thought Q looked good in the lavender purple stuff.
Trowa was a little harder to work on, but with Q's help, Duo got him dressed in a wife beater, darker (although still skin tight) jeans, and this olive green shirt that Trowa claimed that Cathy bought for him (even though it reeked of Quatre's taste).
With two down, Duo decided that he'd save the worst for last. Wufei was easier to manipulate then Heero, so with a few questions of his manhood and honor, Duo got the Chinese boy to lose the mourning white for a while and don something in a tight burgundy tank top and black school slacks. It worked because it wasn't white or red, which were sternly forbidden.
The last one was a test of wills. A test that took three people, a tug-of-war, and a nice set of teeth marks, but resulted in the spandex being pulled out of Heero's hands and replaced with black school pants. It was a start, but since the perfect solider didn't own anything other than school uniforms, black spandex, and green tank tops, there were limitations in what could be put on the top. Of course if Duo had his way, Heero would just go out sans shirt, but for some reason Quatre didn't think that was wise. So it was decided that a standard white dress shirt on top would work well, especially since Duo picked the most transparent and didn't allow Heero to wear anything underneath, tuck it in, or button it all the way. Basically Heero was still half naked from his waist up, which worked.
After a few minutes to change himself into the black leather pants and red tank top that read "death's henchman" in black letters, he shooed the others out the door and headed the group to the nearest club.
Moments after them got inside, a tall blonde with deep blue eyes and the figure of a Barbie doll focused in on Duo. Everyone in the room knew her intentions before she even made her way to the braided boy. She wanted him, in every dirty way imaginable, and if she had to take him in the middle of the dance floor she would; she'd done it before.
The five boys settled into the booth, trying to act comfortable with the loud music and all the people, but it was hard to be inconspicuous with their group. Five beautiful men were always hard not to notice. Every girl, and some of the guys in the place looked directly at their table, which made Heero twitch and tense up.
A waitress came over and took their orders, but before their drinks could get to the table the Barbie doll Amazon was behind Duo playing with his hair.
"I like this, cutie," she said wrapping it around her little finger. Duo turned around to look at her.
"Thanks," he said with a little sideways grin. "I've had it for years."
She laughed hysterically before she continued. "I'm Lena, and you are?"
"Duo."
"Now isn't that an interesting name. Doesn't quite seem right though. You look more like a solo. Now if you added me to the mix, then it'd be a duo now wouldn't it?"
"Sure would." She didn't even wait for an answer before dragging her nightly prize to the dance floor by the braid.
The other four sat stunned for a moment. "She's a slut," Wufei stated definitely.
"I wouldn't say that," Quatre interjected, always hoping that all people were innately good, as the waitress retuned to their table with a laden tray. "She just knows what she wants."
"Are you talking about the blond?" the waitress asked placing their glasses on the table.
"Yes," Heero said, not taking his eyes off the couple.
"No, she's a slut. She leaves here every night with
a different guy. I'd tell you friend to watch out if
I were you. She eats men up like candy. Well enjoy,"
she added as she left the table.
* * * * *
"So," Lena said in the middle of their tight embrace and rhythmic hip movements. "what you're saying is 'you're a nice kid find someone else?'"
"Not exactly," Duo replied, hoping the song would change to a fast one soon so he could move away from Lena a bit. He was getting hot. "what I'm saying is, even like this, I feel nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Nothing." She was shocked; no man had ever said this to her before. He wasn't attracted to her. Not in the slightest. "Please don't take any offense Lena. You're beautiful," he continued. "But I've known for years that I don't like girls. I just didn't swing that way."
"Oh." This made her feel a little bit better, but still. They'd been dancing for hours, enjoying themselves, and now when she suggests they go back to her place, he drops this on her. It wasn't fair.
"I wish I could do something..." Duo's words trailed off. He could tell that he'd offended her, and wanted to make it better. She had been great company all evening, so he owed her something.
"Leave with me."
"What?"
"Please, I have a reputation to uphold." Duo paused. Heero had been staring at them all night. Duo wasn't sure why, but all his friends were throwing concerned glances at him, and Heero was the worst. Every time Duo looked over to the table to see if his friends were having fun, Heero was glaring back at him. If he hadn't known better, he would have thought there was jealousy in the Japanese pilot's eyes. He didn't know why. Heero had Relena; there was no reason to be jealous of Duo snagging the most beautiful woman in the club. None at all, and he didn't even dare hope that Heero could be jealous of Lena dancing with him. As much as Duo cared for his partner, Duo couldn't even dream that Heero would want him. It would just be too much of a let down when it turned out to be just a fantasy.
"Fine, but nothing will happen."
"Of course not. It'll just look that way. Besides, it's better to have an escort home around here," she said as the song finished. "Ready?"
"Yup," he replied as she took him by the hand and
lead him to the door, to the disbelief of all his
friends.
* * * * *
Duo had simply dropped Lena off and headed back to
the safe house. He could just imagine the looks on
all their faces when they got home and saw him in the
living room, alone. It would be priceless.
* * * * *
Quatre just couldn't comprehend what he had seen.
Duo went home, WITH A GIRL! The thought could almost
distract him from the fact that he was in Trowa's arms
and they were dancing. It seemed almost wrong for
them to be out there, enjoying themselves, but after
Duo left, Heero moved to the bar and Wufei made some
excuse that he was tired and wanted to get to bed.
That left the two of them alone at the table. Quatre
was trying to comprehend the information that Duo had
given him the previous day, and the events that had
transpired that night, while Trowa longingly watched
the dancers moving.
* * * * *
"Q-man, good, you're alone," Duo stated as he walked into Quatre's room, shutting the door behind him. "I need to talk to someone."
"Sure Duo," Quatre answered turning from his laptop, surprised to find Duo's violet eyes troubled. "What's the matter?"
"Well, there's something I need to tell you. A secret, but you have to promise to keep it that way." Quatre found himself surprised by the American's wording. It wasn't like him to keep a secret. Usually Duo told everyone just what was on his mind.
"I promise."
"Well, I'm not sure how to start...I figured you would understand, because...God this is hard..."
"You're gay."
"How'd you know?"
"You were just to macho for your own good Duo," Quatre laughed.
"Really?"
"Yup. I knew the first time I met you."
"Really?"
"Yup."
"Jeez, does everyone know?"
"No, just me. Trowa couldn't even guess it." He and Trowa had a discussion about Duo's sexuality a few nights before. Trowa had him pegged for bi.
"And there's something else."
"You're in love with Heero."
"Do you read minds?"
"No Duo, you're that transparent."
"Death is not transparent!"
"Yes he is, that's how he sneaks up on you."
"Shut up." Duo smiled. "You know, I feel better now, well not better, worse 'cause now Heero knows how I feel..."
"Did you tell him?"
"No, I thought I was transparent."
"To those that know the songs, but Heero's a little blinded."
"By what?"
"By love." Quatre's statement was vague on purpose,
hoping Duo would catch on.
* * * * *
After replaying the conversation in his head, Quatre realized what happened. Duo took his statement to mean Heero was in love with Relena. Great, Duo and Heero were so close to hooking up and he ruined it. Now it would be another few months of sexual frustration between them that might end up in a relationship if either one of them weren't so pigheaded.
Quatre's thought was interrupted by Trowa whispering in his ear, "Little one, would you like to dance."
"Of course," Quatre replied making his lover's green
eyes sparkle. That's where he was now, dancing with
Trowa and kicking himself for being enigmatic. He
only hoped Duo would use protection.
* * * * *
Duo came home to find Wufei sitting on the couch, reading in his robe. The Chinese boy's eyes lifted when the door opened. If he was surprised to see Duo, he didn't let on. He simply returned to his book.
"So d'you have fun?" Duo asked tentatively
"A little," Wufei replied without looking up. "It was interesting seeing you try to make Yuy jealous, and if you were wondering if it worked, he started drinking the second you started dancing."
"I didn't...I just danced with a very attractive girl, that's all."
"She was more then attractive."
"You're right, she was damn sexy."
"And it looked to everyone that you were going home to sleep with her."
"I did that for her, and her reputation."
"A real man would have allowed her reputation to die. It wasn't a very good one."
"It was a favor. Why do I have to justify my actions to you anyway?"
"You're not." That was that. Duo flopped himself
down in a chair. What did that mean? Was he
justifying his actions to himself? Was he working out
his defense for everyone else? Why did he do that?
Duo was perplexed.
* * * * *
It was almost one o'clock when Quatre and Trowa made it home. They had spent more hours then they should have dancing together. It was nice to forget everything except each other, once Quatre put his doubt away. Even the walk home was blissful. They strolled, arms wrapped around the other's waist, looking at the stars and forgetting there were colonies among them. After a long walk though a small park, Trowa said he couldn't imagine anything better then taking Quatre home and putting him to bed on the couch, the kitchen table, the bath tub, or even in the bed room; basically where ever they ended up. Quatre blushed at the suggestion but wanted to hurry home too, in anticipation of his bedtime story.
They figured their roommates were asleep until they turned the corner of their block and saw the living room lights on. When they opened the door they were greeted by a worried Duo.
"Heer...Trowa, Quatre have you seen Heero?" Duo asked anxiously.
"No," Trowa said, "he left the club before we did. Isn't he home yet?"
"Not yet," Wufei stated setting his book down and standing up. Quatre started to get worried. They had left the club an hour ago. Heero left an hour before that. It wasn't like Heero to disappear, but he had been drinking...
Duo sunk back into the chair. What had he done? He
wasn't trying to make Heero jealous, he only wanted to
dance. But Heero couldn't have been jealous. Duo
didn't mean that much to him. He wasn't anything but
a comrade. A fellow fighter. A good pilot. Not
anything more.
* * * * *
It was another half an hour of worrying before Heero burst through the door, bottle in hand. His Prussian blue eyes were wild from the freedom of alcohol. His cheeks were rosy from the whiskey. The other pilots had been worried, but not as much as Duo, and the drunk Heero wasn't enough to set their minds at ease.
"I'mm fucking plastered," Heero slurred as he took a few wavering steps towards Duo. "Are you happy? I finally lightened up."
"Heero, don't you think you should sit down?" Quatre asked from the chair in the corner behind Heero. Heero turned and looked at the direction where the voice came from.
"Quatre!" he exclaimed after a moment. "Did you have fun tonight? I did!" He threw his arm up sending Jack Daniels flying into the air. As it came down on his head he asked, "Is it raining?"
"No, Heero, it's not," Duo said, standing up. "You just threw whiskey into the air."
"Oh," he replied not turning. "You know what Quatre? I love you." Heero fell forward towards the blond Arab and tried to give him a hug. He succeeded in falling on the floor, which caused him to laugh hysterically.
"Oops, I missed. So much for the perfect solider award. I can't even aim." After his laughter subsided Heero sat up and looked at the other pilots starting at him. Prussian blue eyes blurredly focused on the onyx orbs of Wufei. "You know what? You look like a chicken."
Random giggles were stifled by the other three, but the receiver only answered with a "Hn," with the mental addition of you should be glad that you're drunk and a fair facsimile of the Yuy death glare.
Duo stepped forward and leaned down to pick Heero up, throwing a look and the worried Quatre saying he'd take care of this. Quatre nodded in acceptance and motioned to the other two it was to leave.
"Come on Heero, it's time for bed," Duo said pulling the Japanese boy to his feet after he was sure that the others were upstairs in their rooms and the they were out of the way of Wufei?s wrath.
Heero paused for a moment before saying "You shouldn't be here. You should be at home with that slut."
"No, I should be here, putting you to bed. Can you walk?"
"Yup, but not straight." Only Heero found this funny. Under normal circumstances Duo would have laughed, but this wasn't normal. In fact Heero had practically yelled it in his ear.
"Do you want me to carry you?"
"No! I can do it," Heero replied shrugging Duo off him. After two wavering steps he added like a hurt grade-schooler, "besides, I'm mad at you."
"Don't be a baby Heero. Let me help you." Duo pulled Heero's lean but muscular arm over his shoulder, making sure to have a firm grasp on his wrist.
Heero sang some kind of song while they were walking up the stairs. It didn't really have much of a melody, because Heero couldn't sing, and the words were so slurred that Duo couldn't understand them. At the top of the stairs, Heero broke away again and headed for the first door on their left, Wufei's room.
"No, Heero, that's not your room."
"I know that, I just want to tell Chicken Wufei that I love him."
"Not tonight. Tomorrow." Duo grabbed him and steered the tottering teen down the hall. Next, he tried to get into Trowa's room.
"No Heero, that's not your room either."
"I know, but I need to tell Trowa I love him too."
"He's got better things to do. Come on." Heero snickered at "better things".
"Yeah like Quatre."
"Exactly; that's why you need to go to bed."
"Why?" Heero replied abrasively. "So you can go do better things? Did you bring her back here? Is she in your room?" Heero took off down the hall and opened the door at the end, Duo's room.
Duo caught him right after he got the door open. He threw his arms around Heero's waist and picked Wing pilot up off the ground. Heero kicked and punched at his restraints until Duo set him back down. In silence Heero stormed into the room, stalking around like a possessive husband. He looked in the closet, under the bed, everywhere a person could hide and even a few they couldn't. Duo leaned against the doorjamb and watched. "She's not here," he finally said. "I took her home hours ago."
"And then came back after you fucked her." His words sounded like venom.
"No, I dropped her at her door and came back here. No goodnight kiss. No phone number exchange. Just good-bye and better luck next time."
"You turned her down?"
"Yes!" His words rang through the room. The sheer force of them sent Heero backwards onto the bed. He lay there, just starting at the ceiling and repeating, 'you turned her down.'
Duo moved into the room, plunging it into darkness as he shut the door. There was no use moving Heero. He'd just have to sleep in Duo's bed tonight.
When Duo reached the man he loved, he bent down and started to take off Heero's shoes. Tonight, at least, he'd left the yellow monstrosities at home and worn plain black ones. Duo kind of missed the ugly boots though. It was part of who Heero was. When he finished with the shoes, Duo stood to remove the boy's pants. He was surprised to see Heero's Prussian blue eyes still open, but figured he'd fallen asleep anyway, and began to undo the black slacks.
Heero suddenly stirred awake and grabbed Duo's hand. "What are you doing," he asked with urgency.
"I was putting you to bed," Duo replied, more than shocked. Heero sighed, and released the American. Duo waited for a second before trying it again, but just as he moved his hands, Heero stood up and bolted for the door.
Duo lunged for him, dragging the two of them to the floor. Heero tried to wriggle away, but Duo wouldn't let him. "Where do you thing you're going?" he asked between stained grunts.
"I need to tell Wufei and Trowa I love them. They might feel left out, 'cause I told Quatre."
"You can tell them in the morning. Now it's time for sleep."
"Sleep? Yes sleep would be good. Will you stay with me?" Heero had stopped struggling and looked back at Duo with the eyes of a child. He was going to sleep on the couch after Heero blacked out, and he still could accept that would mean telling a lie to a drunk person. Even to someone not in their right mind, Duo couldn't lie.
"Sure, but only if you get into bed." Without any problems, Heero stood up and moved to the bed. On the way he stripped off his pants and shirt, throwing them on the floor. Clad only in boxer shorts he pulled back the covers and crawled in. It was all Duo could do to keep from staring at him with awe. He'd just seen Heero strip in front of him, and Heero Yuy had a beautiful body.
"Your turn," he said to Duo after he settled. Duo got up off the floor, still a little flustered, and walked to the bed, but as he tried to lay down next to Heero, the boy stopped him. "No clothes."
Duo practically closed his eyes at the order. He was shocked beyond belief. Heero told him to strip. At this point, all Duo wanted to do was sleep. He was exhausted after fighting with Heero and dancing with Lena. He wanted sleep, and he knew Heero wouldn't stay in the bed or let him in with his clothes on, so Duo stripped off the leather pants and red a-line tank top, and tried to crawl into bed again.
"No clothes," Heero said, watching him intently.
"But you're..."
"No clothes," Heero interrupted. A direct order. Duo complied, letting his boxer briefs fall to the floor before getting under the covers. "Better," Heero said with a smile. Then he kissed Duo firmly on the lips.
Needless to say, Duo was shocked, but strangely happy. He kissed back as well as he could, knowing Heero would be saying Relana's name after they parted and not his. It shouldn't really matter, as long as Heero kissed him, but to Duo it did. He wasn't going to be just a moment's pleasure, a substitute for someone else. If he had Heero, he wanted everything.
Duo pulled away from Heero's mouth. He wasn't going to be a replacement for the absent girl. Then something happened Duo didn't expect.
Eyes still closed and arms entwined around Duo's neck, Heero said, "Please Duo," as he pulled the American in for another kiss. This time, there was more urgency in the embrace. Heero's mouth was hungry for Duo's, his arms tightened too, giving Duo nothing to do but respond. He followed every twitch of Heero's lips, slowly letting the shorthaired boy move his mouth open. He could feel Heero's breath in the back of his throat. It was hot and ragged. Each exhalation warmed Duo's tonsils as they lay there, open mouths together, not moving. Just when Duo thought that Heero had fallen asleep, he felt the tip of a tongue touch the tip of his, testing to make sure the water was fine. Duo reacted by shoving his own tongue into his partner's mouth. Heero took this as assurance of Duo's willingness, and began to caress the slippery muscle, massaging it as best he could. They stayed that way until the kiss drove both of them into a maddening state.
This time it was Heero who broke the embrace by pulling Duo's braid until he tilted his head back, exposing the creamy white neck. Duo tried to protest the treatment when he was interrupted by Heero attacking his Adam's apple. He licked and sucked at it lightly before moving up the right side of Duo's neck. While moving up his neck with his mouth, Heero was also moving down Duo's body with his hands. Heero's hands were far from soft, but even Duo had calluses from too many hours of piloting a Gundam; still they were the skilled hands that knew instinctively where to go. They caressed most of Duo's well-defined back and shoulders, massaging where he was tense or sensitive. Duo wasn't sure how to react; his mind was till racing with thoughts about the reality of the situation and Heero's current state. He was still drunk.
"No," Duo cried, pulling away again. If Heero wanted more, then so be it, but it wasn't going to be like this. Not drunk. He didn't want to question whether his friend, his partner, and the man he loved would still love him tomorrow. It wouldn't be fair. Not to Heero, and not to himself.
It was obvious that the horny teen wasn't going to be satisfied with Duo's answer though, as he pulled the American back to him with an arm around Duo's neck and the other around his waist. His grip was strong, like manacles, and his face was stern. He held Duo tightly, pinning the American's arms in between them. "Don't do that again," he demanded looking straight into violet eyes.
"You don't know what you're doing, Heero. You're drunk." Duo was starting to get scared. Heero wasn't really stronger than him, but he had an advantage.
"Does it really matter?"
"It does matter. It matters to me. You don't know..." Duo stopped himself by biting his lip. He had to stop before he said something he might regret.
"What don't I know," Heero demanded. Duo couldn't answer. He couldn't tell Heero, not like this. "Finish what you were saying Duo." Heero pulled Duo closer. He could feel Heero's erection prodding against his stomach.
"You don't know what's going on, do you Heero? You are just thinking with you dick. Looking for the first warm place to stick it. Well it's not going to be me!" Duo started to squirm, pushing with his arms. He hadn?t said what he wanted to. He wanted to tell Heero that he didn't know what he did to him, but there was no use trying to talk to a drunk man. They wouldn't listen.
"Is that what you think you are?" Heero laughed. "A warm place? A tight hole? If I just wanted that I would have brought home one of the girls from the bar." Heero loosened his grip on Duo, allowing the longhaired boy to move away.
"I didn't expect you to be here," he continued in a lower voice. "I was just going to collapse on the couch and cry myself to sleep." With these words, tears started to fill the Prussian blue eyes. "I thought that you wanted that slut, like she wanted you, and it hurt. It hurt because I wanted you that way too." By the time Heero had finished his soliloquy he was crying.
Duo took the sobbing boy in his arms and rubbed at shaking shoulders while he registered the information. Heero wanted him. Quatre's words came back to him. Heero was blinded by love. Could Duo be the one who blinded him, and not Relena? Heero sure hadn't shown any signs of affection. He was always telling Duo to shut up and reminding him that he was careless, reckless, brash, annoying, and a multitude of other things. To Duo, these things seemed like negative criticisms, but could they have really been warnings? No, Heero had only said that he wanted Duo, not that he cared about him. People were attracted to others everyday whom they despised. Duo even found himself sometimes having naughty thoughts about Zechs or Treize, and he didn't like either of them one bit. He just thought that they were pretty. But really, none of this mattered. Heero was still crying. The perfect solider was drunk and crying into his chest. At least he was showing some emotion. It might be a start to getting Heero to act human.
Heero cried for another few minutes while Duo shushed him, petting his hair and occasionally kissing the messy brown locks. This calmed Heero down, so Duo kept doing it after Heero stopped crying, hoping to put him to sleep. Heero purred contently against Duo's chest, wrapping his arms around a slim waist and rubbing his soft cheek against the warm skin. Both boys acted content to lay like that, but Heero had other plans.
Just when Duo thought that Heero might be finally falling asleep, Heero took on of Duo's nipples in his mouth, and began to flicker over the tip with his tongue. The sensation caused Duo to tense up with surprise and ecstasy. Without thinking he arched into Heero, rubbing Wing pilot's erection in the process. Heero sharply inhaled, his mouth still covering Duo's now hard nipple. The small amount of suction was just enough to cause Duo to whisper his partner's name. At first, Duo wasn't sure that Heero had heard him, but his doubts were quelled as he found himself being turned so his back was on the bed and Heero was staring him straight in the eyes.
"Yes Duo?" Duo could only smile back. The look in Heero's eyes was so gentle and affectionate that it stole all words away. The smile was response enough for Heero though, as he softly brushed Duo's lips with his. It wasn't like the full on kiss they had shared moments before, but it had much the same effect on Duo. When they parted Heero whispered, "Are you alright?" in his ear.
"Sure, I am. Why shouldn't I be?"
"You're shaking." Duo was surprised to find that he was. "We don't have to..." Heero's words trailed off into a kiss behind Duo's earlobe.
"I only thought that you didn't..." Duo's response melted into a moan as he trust his hips up into Heero.
"But I do," Heero mumbled into his neck. Then Heero pulled away and looked Duo in the face. "I really do." His blue eyes sparkled as he said this. Duo's submission came in the form of a kiss planted firmly and passionately on Heero's lips. The Japanese boy melted in response matching the passion. It was the way they kissed in Duo's dreams, but still a thought gnawed at the back of Duo's mind. Would he still be wanted tomorrow?
Those thoughts were momentarally quelled as he felt Heero bite his bottom lip, teeth scraping across it. At the release, Duo shoved his mouth against Heero's and kissed him deeply, rolling his tongue around, tasting every inch of Heero's mouth. Heero responded in suit matching probe for probe and caress for caress. Each maddening second of the kiss reminded Duo that Heero was drunk; he could taste it, but still he wanted more. He didn't ever want it to stop.
Duo was so lost in the kiss that he didn't realize Heero's hands had moved from his shoulders until the fingertips brushed his hard nipples. Duo moaned into Heero's mouth and drove their hips together again. He could feel Heero's erection pulse against his own. He wanted it. He wanted to feel it pulse inside him. He'd wanted that since he first met Heero, but was that going to be enough? Could one night's passion really be enough?
Heero's hands hadn't stopped at the nipples, that wasn't his intention. They kept trailing down Duo's chest and stomach until they obtained their goal; one rested lightly on the tip of Duo's throbbing member and the other kept trailing down and around until it was on his ass. Duo was shocked as Heero, still kissing, goosed him and sent the other boy flying forward into a waiting palm. Heero's first stroke was slow and purposeful, making sure to run one finger down the artery on the back of his cock. As he did this, Duo's mind raced into the mouth, his ass, his cock, and the fact that no matter what they did Heero was still drunk. Did he even know what he was doing? Well of course he knew, or else it wouldn't feel so good, but did he realize that it was Duo under him and not someone else? Someone who didn't annoy him or disturb him? Someone he cared about.
Unconsciously, Duo found himself responding to Heero's touch. He moved with each caress Heero made, grinding up into his hand. Trying to prolong each maddening stoke, keeping them slow enough to prevent ejaculation. More then anything he wanted the soft touch to continue. He wanted the sensations surging though his body to continue, the ones that Heero was giving him. The hand that had been on his ass had moved up his back, to the bottom of his braid. It wasn't until he started that Duo realized what Heero was doing.
"No, don't," Duo said, pushing Heero out of the kiss. Heero looked shocked, with one hand still on Duo's raging hard-on and the other tangled in the undone ends of Duo's hair.
"Do you want me to stop?" Heero asked moving away slightly, tracing his fingers up the erect appendage. Duo moan with pleasure thrusting his hips forward hoping to prolong the action. "No, I guess not," he answered himself. Trying to go back and kiss Duo again. Duo turned his head to the side in disgust, making Heero's kiss land on his cheek. "What is it?" he snapped, upset at being rejected.
"Don't touch my hair."
"You didn't mind earlier when she did it."
"That was different."
"Why?"
"Because...because..." Duo couldn't word the answer correctly. "Because she didn't try to undo it."
"Oh...I'm sorry." Heero let his hands drop leaving Duo feeling disappointed this time. "It's just, I've seen you brush it, and touch it, and it just looks so nice. Every time I fantasize about you, your hair's down and loose. I've wanted to touch if for so long...I just thought..." Duo was shocked. Heero had fantasized about him. Dreamt about him, but then, even he'd had lustful dreams about Treize and Zechs. No, it didn't mean anything.
"Heero, man, all you had to do was ask. I would have let you. I just like to know what's going on with it. It's my...my prized possession. A nice reminder. I have to protect it. It'd be like me touching your laptop without asking. You'd cut my arm off."
"I almost did."
"Oh yeah...see it's like that. And since you were nice enough to leave my arm intact when I touched your laptop, I'll let it slide this time. Just ask before you try it again."
"Duo?"
"Yes, Heero?"
"Will you let down your hair?"
"Yes, you can let down my..." The rest of Duo's words were swallowed in a kiss as Heero pulled him close and gently undid the rest of his braid. Only when Heero had finished the job would he allow Duo's mouth to break contact, and even then it was almost painfully slow, making the kiss linger until the exact last possible moment. When their lips parted, Duo found himself out of breath again and it was beginning to get annoying. Heero smiled. Taking a strand of the long chestnut hair, Heero traced along Duo's mouth with it, causing the shaking to start again. Heero then brushed it across Duo's cheek, down his neck, chest, and stomach, making sure to take his time in the teasing and observing every physical reaction the American made. It was all Duo could do to keep from laughing as Heero grazed the hair over his sides. Taking note, Heero spent a few more moments torturing the other until he finally started to giggle. Still brushing the sensitive part, Heero laid across Duo's chest, placing his mouth next to his partner's ear.
"You sound like Quatre," Heero whispered amusedly before nibbling the earlobe.
"I think Trowa might get pissed if he knew you thought of Q-ball like that." Duo joked back, a little hurt that Heero thought of the angelic blond in the middle of all this.
"I don't. Just you." Those words, and the tracing of Heero's tongue around his ear send Duo into a frenzy. It didn't matter if Heero was drunk. He was saying these things. Pillow talk or no, Duo wanted this. He wanted Heero, now.
"Please Heero," Duo moaned, trying to let his thoughts escape.
"What Duo?" Heero's breath was getting ragged and hot against Duo's neck. Each exhalation sent the long-haired boy into a deeper pre-orgasmic state as Duo found he was rubbing his hips into his partner's again. Each surge whispered hope that Heero would soon take him.
"Please...oh God...Heero...please..." The words that Duo normally found in abundance pouring out of his mouth were failing him. He mind was becoming cloudy. He couldn't tell day from night, up from down, in from out. Everything was electric impulses and instincts.
Duo wrapped his arms around Heero's torso and rolled over, so that he was now on top. Heero was overdressed and he had to remedy that. Sitting up, he took in every inch of Heero's almost-naked form. The break in contact was enough to set Duo's mind mostly back to rights. One of them had to have their wits about them, and he needed to test Heero.
With a half-smile and raised eyebrow, Duo moved his hands to the elastic waistband on Heero's boxers. It was amazingly one of the few times that the Japanese boy had chosen to wear underwear. It was kind of nice to know he had it. Without even tugging, Heero knew what he wanted to do, and lifted up his butt. Wanting to make the most of this, Duo moved one hand to the back, tracing a finger inside the elastic band. Heero growled slightly from the caress. If he responds like that to a simple touch, how's he going to react to this? Duo thought as he slowly stated to remove the unwanted clothing, making sure to brush every inch of Heero's tight ass and hard penis on the way down. Heero's head tossed back into the pillow as he closed his eyes and loudly moaned the other boy's name.
Wing's pilot was very cooperative when it came to getting his underwear off, leaving Duo little to do but pull. Once they were discarded, the longhaired boy, with a few reckless strands sneaking over his shoulder, surveyed his partner's body. Damn, Heero's bigger then I thought, was the only thing that popped into his head. The sight was beautiful though. Two sparkling Prussian eyes peered down at him, looking sleepy with longing. It was hard for the young American to control the urge to pounce, but this was too good to be true. This might be the only chance he had to do this with Heero, so he'd better make it last.
Still kneeling at Heero's feet, Duo took one of the appendages in his hands and moved it to his mouth. Without breaking contact with the anticipating blue orbs, he proceeded and lightly kissed the instep. Heero inhaled deeply as the kiss turned into the lightest tracing of a tongue over the indent. He worked his way up the foot, to the white skin of his partner's ankle. Placing a kiss in the bone, he moved slowly up the inside of the calf, then thigh, until his lips found the kinky hair of Heero's pubis. By now, his victim was grabbing at his chestnut locks, trying to pull Duo in for a kiss, but he resisted. Now was the time to do to Heero what he'd imagined doing so many times before.
Using his well-toned arms to pull him into a crouching position, Duo positioned himself above Heero's quivering member. Checking to see how his partner was doing, Duo quickly focused his violet eyes on the waiting face, only to find that the two hand the were pulling he hair before now fastened behind his head as if to say, "yes please." Duo shook his head to make his hair fall down around like a curtain, leaving trailing strands over Heero's thighs, hips, and abdomen. Heero groaned in anticipation just before Duo made this first licks on the tip tasting the salty precum that was seeping out. His groans grew louder as Duo licked around the head, slowly teasing the his soon to be lover, as Heero's hands, still locked being Duo's head, tried to push him downward, forcing him to engulf the organ. Instead, as a pseudo-punishment, Duo kissed down the sides causing Heero to lose his grip and freeing Duo's head again. When Duo reached the base he licked up the same trail he'd taken before. Heero's hips surged up attempting to make the sensation last. Instead of obliging the increasingly vocal boy, Duo moved and kissed down the other side of the firm appendage thinking, For a quiet boy he sure makes a lot of noise before repeating the same treatment.
By this time, Heero was panting in undistinguishable grunts that he wanted more, and Duo knew he had been teased enough. The lean American got out of bed, leaving his partner wanting more with a sad, rejected/shocked look on his face. Duo knew that all eyes were on him as he crossed the room to his desk. "What are you doing, Duo?" Heero asked in that half-there kind of way that people get when they're ready to have sex. Duo didn't respond. He knew what he was doing as he opened the drawer and rifled around the in papers, coming out with a bottle of lube. Heero looked puzzled at the other boy as he came back to the bed with his prize. "What's that for?" the Japanese boy asked again.
"For you. Give me you hand Hee-chan," Duo said getting a little grin on his face that said "this will be fun." Heero complied. Duo took a sick kind of pleasure watching Heero's face as he liberally squirted lube over the waiting fingers. Heero's gasps and moans as Duo placed the cold wet liquid over Heero's penis made Duo's own member even harder, if that was possible. But it wasn't until Duo got on his haunches, ass to Heero, and started to apply the lube between his own ass cheeks that his partner spoke again.
"Duo?" At the sound of his name Duo head whipped around, sending chestnut locks flying though the air like streamers at a ticker-tape parade, and found two quizzical depthless blue eyes looking back at him.
"Haven't you?"
"No, I've read a little, but..."
"Oh, well do you want to be..."
"Not really. I was just wondering what I do with these." Heero wiggled his fingers a little all slimy from the clear lube.
"Oh, well I'll need a little stretching. It's kind of like getting the third base with a girl." Heero looked at him with the 'I thought that you were' look that he got every time he mentioned girls. "Yes, I've been with a girl or two. You didn't think that Hilde and I spent all that time alone..." Duo purposely let the words trail off. He hadn't done anything with Hilde, in fact all that time he spent with her told him he was gay. He couldn't even get it up around her. That and every time he saw her scantly clad in something meant to make him aroused, he only thought of what Heero would look like in it, which made for some interesting mental pictures.
Heero looked shocked about the Hilde comments, and more then a little hurt. Maybe the alcohol just stripped the perfect solider mask away leaving Duo with the real Heero Yuy, or maybe not. "You simply put those in, one at a time, until you have three or four inside together. That should stretch me enough for..." He looked at Heero's erect penis. He hoped that four fingers would be enough. He'd been hurt before by larger men, but still. This should feel good.
Heero took the hint and blushed a little, making Duo erection grow even more. It was almost painful by this time, like it wanted to explode. He didn't know if he could last until Heero was inside him. His only hope was that Heero couldn't find the prostrate, but that one was in vain.
Heer tentatively got to his knees and moved behind Duo. His dry hand touched the soft skin of Duo's butt cheek, rubbing and kneading it a little until Duo couldn't stifle the grunts any longer. Once Duo was vocal, Heero placed one of the slick fingers into the crack probing for the hole. After the first brush, which caused Duo to surge back, Heero, teasingly slow, pushed his index finger into the tight fissure. Duo was clenching so he could feel every inch of Heero's digit slide inside, which caused several moans and whimpers on his part.
"You okay?" Heero asked as he paused, finger in the to hilt. Duo had just let a particularly long whimper.
"I'm fine," he said in that husky, bedroom voice people get when their lover is inside them. "This isn't the first time I've done this." Heero kept still for another moment before starting to pull his finger out. When it had reached the cuticle Duo decided he'd better relax. He didn't want Heero to stop again. It felt too good to ever stop. That's when Heero found the prostate.
"Oh, God," was all Duo could find as the first wave went shocking through him, causing his back to arch and his head to whip back. Heero brushed the same spot again, sending another wave though. This time Duo started to laugh. Not his usual hearty laugh, but a sex sort of half laugh. The sound was enough to send it maker over the edge, almost. Duo had better control then that, he hoped.
Like the curious little scientist he was, Heero pushed another finger in and played with the spot a more. All Duo could consciously do was keep a naked image of Lady Une in his head, for some reason the prettier the girl the less attracted he was, while his body responded to the stimulus by rocking, convulsing, shaking, bucking, and other involuntary actions. Liking the reaction to two fingers, Heero pushed a third in. Duo began to find it harder to control his mind and body. He was getting lost in the waves of euphoria rushing over him. "Heero...please?" was all he was able to cry, so Heero would get the clue that he was ready. Lucky for Duo, he did.
Duo felt the fingers slipping away, out of him. He sighed, partly from relief and partly from the loss. He liked the feeling of Heero inside him. Then, as if Heero just knew what to do, the Asian boy wrapped his arms around the longhaired pilot's waist and before Duo had his wits fully about him again, Heero had him on his back, legs over the other boy's shoulders. Duo was still panting when he felt lips press against his, slight opened mouth. Heero's tongue probed around trying to elicit a response from Duo's exhausted orifice. The best Duo could do was a halfhearted moan. His body was starting to feel contented and kind of disconnected, even though he hadn't orgasamed yet. It was more from emotional strain then anything else. It was Heero that made him feel like this. It was Heero. Heero was the one kissing him. Heero was the one that was on top of him.
"Heero," he murmured as the kiss broke. His eyes were still partly closed, but he could see those bottomless blue orbs, he'd imagined so many timed before, looking at him. Heero's thumb traced along the Duo's bottom lip.
"Are you okay?" Heero asked, still caressing the soft skin. Duo nodded. "Are you ready?" This time Duo nodded emphatically causing a soft laugh to rise from Heero. Duo smiled. Even through the soft haze that clouded Duo's vision, he could see Heero light up. It made his already perfect face even more beautiful. Duo tried tell the prefect solider how good he looked when he laughed, but the American's mouth couldn't really work especially when he felt the head of Heero's cock at the entrance to his rectum. In fact the thought came out something more like "nahaaaa", but it's the thought that counts.
Heero was gentle when he entered Duo. Heero was gentle about anything he did to Duo, except when he punched the braided baka for talking too much or something along those lines. But tonight, Heero was gentle and kind. He'd never been that way before. In fact it was starting to annoy Duo, but it must be the alcohol. He was slow, allowing Duo a chance to adjust to his large size. It didn't really matter. Duo was so far gone he didn't fell the burning of his rectum as it stretched. All he could feel was the warmth of Heero on top and inside him. He was one with the man he loved. He felt full and complete like this, just like this. Then Heero started to push lightly and efficiently, brushing the prostrate with each thrust. Duo matched Heero's rhythm, thrusting his hips up as Heero delved deeper. Each one caused a grunt from Heero and a moan from Duo. Hid eyes were closed and his head arched backwards, pushing into the pillows. He was sure that Heero noticed the excessive amount of exposed skin as he felt a warm breath and then soft lips brush across the crook of his neck.
As Heero increased the pace, Duo began to notice friction around his own erection as it brushed against the skins of their stomachs. With each trust he felt Heero's erection become harder and longer inside him as his own pulsated and throbbed begging to cum. At his neck he noticed a pressure, as if it was being sucked or bitten. Duo couldn't tell which. He couldn't tell much, except the fact that he needed to cum and his partner was about at the same point. Heero gave a heavy push into Duo, going inside as far as he could and Duo felt something sticky fill him. At the same moment, he screamed and felt his own ejaculation explode across their chests.
They lay there for a moment recovering their senses
from the post-orgasmic haze. Duo could feel Heero
still inside him, pulsing as he relaxed. He was
contented having Heero in his arms. He felt relaxed
and drifted off into a happy sleep. He'd have to wait
until morning to see if his heart would be broken.
For now he was too tired to care.
