June 6, 2000
Om...this is really odd. Help me!
ja ne
~a very tired ana who is going to watch GW now~
Duo groaned inwardly as he stepped into the poolhouse, seeing a familiar figure standing in the corner, drying his...
Drying his naked body off with a small towel, exposing the clean, rounded lines of his buttocks, oh GOD he was bending over to dry his calves off. Blushing, he cleared his throat loudly, his eyes never straying from the faint double curve he could see in between Heero's strong, shapely legs...
From his little corner, clothes draped haphazardly on pool chairs and tables, Heero smirked. He could see Duo's reflection in the glass surrounding the pool, the American's eyes wide as they traveled down his body. Oh yes. This had definitely been one of his...smarter ideas...
He had tried ritual seduction; a little teasing glance, gentle caresses on the insides of Duo's thighs. All that got was more of the oh-so-kawaii but *extremely* frustrating blushing. He had to win the bet, had to bed Duo soon. Tonight, preferably. The spring sun had been doing its work, and the cherry trees on the estate were in full blossom, sending a pleasant, slightly aphrodisiac- like aroma into the poolhouse.
As Duo cleared his throat, obviously done with his naughty thoughts, Heero turned around, still naked, letting his arms hang loosely at his sides so his entire body was open to Duo's burning stare. The American blushed and slowly descended into the pool, his loose red swim trunks barely clinging to narrow hips. His long braid floated in the water behind him as he floated around, sometimes flapping his arms with little effect, never straying into the deep end.
Heero had essentially invited himself over for the week on Sunday, and hadn't ceased torturing Duo for three days. If he had to be honest with himself, he was almost enjoying the attention, the way Heero seemed to be at his utter mercy. If Duo ever needed anything, if he was lonely, Heero was there. In a way, he had come to depend on him.
And those strange dreams had still continued. Dreams of hands wandering over his body, a mouth on his cock, fingers slipping in between his legs and inside his body. Every night he woke, unsatisfied and sweaty, his cock hard and painful against his boxers, but he had never touched himself and would not... He would not let Heero Yuy bring him to such a level...
A nasty voice pointed out that in no way had Heero's face ever even appeared in his dreams, yet Duo assumed he was the phantom lover. He shoved those thoughts away for another day. There was still today to resist the suave charm, the innocent sex appeal of Heero; he would not simply give his heart away. Not until he was properly married, anyway. It was the way good boys did things.
He gulped as Heero slid into the pool, the blue-green of the water slapping against the very edge of his hipbones rhythmically. Duo was entranced. He had never noticed before how Heero seemed to thrust his hips forward as he walked, thighs moving gracefully as an aftereffect of the deep thrust and counterpoint. It was amazing to him how even his walk could be so sexy.
"Heero," he acknowledged, tearing his eyes away from Heero's body, even as his body protested and cobalt orbs darted back down for one last look. He could see where his long, lean torso melted into a "v", adorned with dark blonde curls.
"Duo," he whispered huskily, gliding swiftly through the water, long arms swinging casually at his sides. He circled like a shark around its prey, eyes hungry.
"You don't like me very much," he said after a moment.
"I..." After a moment of indecision, Duo scowled. "Of course! How could I like you? All you've done since we've met is try to get me into your bed!" He glared at the Japanese boy even harder as Heero chuckled gently.
"Can you blame me?" Heero stage-whispered, finally closing the gap between them and wrapping strong arms around his chest. He leaned down and inhaled the scent of his hair, something like roses from the gardens and cut grass, sharp but sweet. "Look at yourself," he moaned, tongue tracing patterns on his ear as he turned, taking Duo with him, until they were standing at the edge of the pool in front of one of the glass panels.
"You're so beautiful..."
Quatre made a face as the bell echoed faintly outside the large house belonging to Relena Darlian and Heero Yuy. Damn if he was going to stand outside in the cold and let some half-assed, uppity... He whirled around as the door creaked open.
"Quatre," Relena said, not at all surprised. "Come in, dear boy. I know exactly why you've come." Allowing a wry smile to slip over his face, the blonde Winner boy stepped gingerly over the threshold.
They both sat down on a long black leather couch, eyeing the other, probing for weakness. "You want Trowa." Quatre looked away, cheeks reddening. Was he really that obvious? "It's only obvious if you're looking for it," she added, words sympathetic, but her eyes dancing. She was enjoying it...
"You've never been with a man before."
"You've never kissed a man before."
"You're not very experienced. Trowa is."
Quatre found himself disoriented by all the truths she hurled at him. "I know," he finally said. "You said that..."
"...I would help you," she finished for him. "I can't help you."
"Fine!" Quatre cried angrily, jumping to his feet, and stomping to the door. He was right about her! Just a half-assed, uppity...
"But," she called out, her voice ringing out just as his hand reached for the doorknob, "Heero can. I'm not a man. I don't know personally about anal sex and I don't care to know. Come here at 7:00 tomorrow. Oh, and Quatre?"
He nodded and leaned forward.
He blushed crimson as her words registered. The blonde boy looked at her questioningly, eyebrows raised. She nodded significantly.
"Just remember who helped you, Quatre-kun. Remember who you turned to in need." With that, she turned away, obviously dismissing him.
He nodded, face burning with humiliation, and fled into the night. A few seconds later, Relena smiled as a motorcycle 'borrowed' from Trowa sped off into the night.
"Long chestnut hair, all wispy around your face. You look like an elfin prince, and you have such a pretty face. Long eyelashes," he said, ticking off another finger, dragging it down his chest, taking care not to touch either nipple.
"Light blue eyes, almost purple. Your eyes are your best feature, Duo." The more Heero gushed about the American, the more he realized it was all true. He was truly a marvelous creature, the novelty of purple eyes not yet worn off.
"How could anyone..."
A single hand slowly dropped from its resting place on Duo's hip, stroking his thighs gently through the red suit. Duo made a whimpering sound, cock hardening swiftly as his other hand reached into his bathing suit and between his legs, stroking his perineum slowly. "Aaah," he groaned, tossing his head back. Hands, touching him, setting every nerve afire with their slow dance...
"...not desire..."
Two teasing finger, running from base to tip, stroking the slit in the head of his cock. Duo thrashed in the water, wanting to feel that wet, hot mouth from the dream enveloping him. He was lost in sensation, lost in pleasure, the line between dreams and reality blurring with every caress.
"...someone that looked like you?"
He came, back arching into Heero's body, cock thrusting against his wet palm. His head was thrown back, mouth open as his breath panted through cherry lips. "Oh...Heero...!"
As his body slowly recovered from his first orgasm, reality came crashing down on Duo. Hard. "Get away!" he snapped, ripping out of Heero's loose embrace. He stood, eyes flashing with fury, one arm outstretched in protection. His body had just been violated, his pride demolished. How had Heero reduced him to this? He vaguely remembered crying out Heero's name, and blushed slightly, his gaze never wavering.
"Duo--"
"Get out," he snapped, and marched from the pool, back stiff, tears pooling in his violet eyes. Heero watched him leave impassively, face never changing expression. The only sign of his anger was the blood that seeped from half-moon cuts in the smooth palms of his hands.
He'd blown it.
Heero collapsed onto his bed, enjoying the feel of his own sheets, his own bed. He'd left as soon as he could pull his clothes on; no reason to stay now. He was screwed. He'd lost the damn bet, but more importantly...
He'd lost Duo.
How could one person mean so much? He'd had so many lovers, they were nameless faces, just one-night stands and one-week rich fucks. Heero hadn't even had Duo yet, and already he was moping over his loss. Heero Yuy did not sulk over other lovers; other lovers sulked over *him*, whimpered as *he* left *them*.
Yet somehow, Duo had turned all that around. Anger coursed through his veins, a break from the strained control he lived under. He could feel again. Something he hadn't been able to for a long, long time.
But what good was feeling if all it left him was an empty ache? Another wound in his soul? Heero found that he didn't want to let Duo go.
There was a soft click behind him, and Heero whirled around, eyes narrowing as Relena Darlian walked in buck naked.
"Heero," she said, twirling a strand of blonde hair around her finger, "we have to talk."
End Part Six
Ariana
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