July 5, 2000
Oh my...this was a long time in coming...no pun intended... :D
ja ne
~ana~
The doorbell rang.
Heero was half-tempted to just give up and let the pour soul stand outside in the pouring rain, but no sooner had the thought passed through his head than his hand slipped and he missed the tomato, instead cutting a long diagonal slice on his palm. "Shit!"
The doorbell rang again, the dull tone urgent in his ears. As quickly as he could he took off his shirt and tried to staunch the flow of blood in it, wrapping it around his hand like an oven mitt. Maneuvering around the marble island, he sighed as the doorbell rang yet again.
"Who the fuck is it--" He flung the door open, about to rip into whoever had the misfortune of standing on the doorstep and froze as a glimpse of violet eyes burned straight through to his soul.
"Aa. Hello, Heero."
"Duo." Some instinctual behavioral mechanism kicked in; it was taking too long to process this anomaly. "What are you doing here?" The braided boy blinked twice at the barely checked hostility in his voice. His self-confidence began to drain away slowly as Heero continued to stare at him, none of the passion of the other night visible.
"Now, Heero, is that any way to start off a conversation?" Duo stiffened as a half-dressed blonde wearing one of Heero's dress shirts padded down the stairs, then paused. "Duo? What are you doing here?"
He couldn't help but gawk as Relena let out a loud purr, sidling up to Heero like she was a kitten and he was her catnip toy. "I--" He watched with an almost sick fascination as the two step-siblings exchanged a spit-swapping, soul-searing kiss. "Just stopped by to say hi. I'll go now--"
Heero reached out a hand to stop him. "You didn't even come inside--"
"Maybe it's best if you go," Relena agreed at the exact same time, subtly pinning Heero's arms behind his back. She looked dubiously at the sky. "Rain's getting in the foyer, Heero. Close the door." Duo could see the snarl beginning to curl on her lip. "Have a nice day, Duo."
Relena turned and walked away, dragging Heero with her, but not before Duo managed to mouth silently, "I'll meet you at the diner around the corner." Heero watched him steadily, but gave no indication that he'd understood.
So when Heero Yuy walked into Lulu's 45 minutes later, looking slightly frazzled, and slid in the other side of the booth, Duo was mildly surprised and a little more than happy. "I didn't know you were involved--"
"It's not important."
Duo shut up.
A perky looking waitress with bright, if somewhat glazed, eyes and perky breasts like pyramids, bounced over and asked to take their order. "What'll you have?"
"Coffee," Duo said. He was shaking slightly, and he knew his voice was two octaves above where it should have been. She took in the four empty cups and the coffee rings around them, and shook her head.
"All right, then, one coffee. What'll you have, sir?" Heero ordered a coffee also, and then the perky-breasted lady of Giza disappeared into the kitchen.
"You wanted to talk." It wasn't *quite* an order.
Duo snorted. Talk wasn't the right word for what he wanted to do with Heero...
"Yeah." They stared at their own reflections in the Formica, then sighed at the same time. Duo began in halting, soft tones, expressing everything that he'd kept bottled inside himself for days, ever since he'd first met the enigmatic and much-talked about Heero Yuy. He didn't tell him about the dreams; those were something that he wanted to keep between himself and his shadow-lover.
"And?"
Duo looked at him expectantly. "I thought--"
"You thought. Thought what?" Heero's own fingers were clenching his cup so tightly, Duo was surprised it didn't shatter. One hand was wrapped in some kind of gauze, like a mummy.
"Thought...well, what was I supposed to think?!? What happened in the poolhouse, Heero?" Duo stared earnestly into his blue eyes, hoping for some kind of positive response. "Or were you just hoping for an easy fuck and when I didn't give in you decided it wasn't worth the trouble? Is that what happened? Is Relena an easy fuck, Heero? Does she just lay down, and--" He cut himself off with a large gulp of coffee. He nearly choked as it scalded his throat going down, but neither boy moved from their seats. "Fuck you."
"You don't know anything, Duo. And if I told you, it would only hurt you." With that, he pulled out a plain brown leather wallet and slapped a fifty onto the table. "I've got to go, now."
"Got to go home to your woman, ne, Heero?"
"No," the Japanese boy replied mildly, face empty, "my stove is still on. I was making fajitas. Why don't you come over for lunch?"
Duo had the feeling he was being mocked...
"Are you insane?!?" he snapped, good temperament gone. He wasn't usually severe at all, but this was really nails-on-a- blackboard annoying! "I just said, 'Fuck you', and you're inviting me over."
"I believe what you really meant was, 'Fuck me'." With that, he left, his tight leather pants hugging to the round curves of his ass. It was a nice ass, Duo reflected absently.
Then, he started. "Hey! Come back here! This isn't over!"
"This is quite good," Relena said sweetly, leaning, for the seventh time, over to kiss Heero, presumably as a reward for his cooking abilities. And for the seventh time, Duo had to keep himself from making a rude comment. Instead, he ate another fajita.
Heero was torn.
Literally and figuratively. Duo was seated to his left, and Relena to his right, both constantly vying for his attention and trying to get him to touch them. First Duo had accidentally splattered some of the boiling hot sauce from the black pan onto his hand, and held it to his mouth for him to kiss it and make it all better. And Relena with her constant kissing! He hadn't even finished one fajita and they'd been eating for over an hour.
He didn't know what he wanted. He did know that Relena was an unstable crack whore. He did know that Duo was a Catholic loud-mouth virgin. Both, frightening as the thought was, had their own appeal.
He wanted Relena. He wanted Duo. He *really* wanted Duo. On the other hand, Duo was almost sure to get tired of him. In contrast, Relena wanted him to marry her. Unfortunately, she also wanted to wear the pants at the wedding.
It made for an interesting lunch, that was for sure.
"Now why the hell did you do that?" Relena sighed, making a face at Duo's retreating back. "You ruined a perfectly good lunch."
Heero wasn't sure. Silence was the best course of action, he decided, and began to clear the table. He was piling the napkins onto the leftovers when he saw it.
meet me at 7:00 my house -duo
Penned nicely in the thin fajita sauce, it looked like he'd used a toothpick to form the loopy letters. "Heero?" He didn't realize that he'd stopped moving until her voice broke through his self-imposed exile.
"Nothing."
Nothing at all, Heero thought sarcastically as he parked his motorcycle in the driveway. Nothing that should concern him.
He walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. Nothing.
Duo came to the door. Noth--
"Heero," he said shyly, stepping aside to allow him through the thin space between the door and the wall. Duo led him down a long, twisty hallway and up one flight of stairs. Heero shivered as he thought he saw the eyes of one of the portraits *move*.
Get a hold of yourself, Yuy, he sighed.
They stopped in front of a large bedroom, the door thrown open as if the occupant had left in haste. Several pairs of black riding pants were strewn on the wood floor; it creaked as they walked over it, the weak spots complaining.
With no small amount of shock, Heero realized that Duo was pushing him onto the bed, urging him to lie back. "Duo, what are you--"
"I want you." Heero stopped complaining, then looked at the door. Duo smirked, and clapped his hands twice. To Heero's eternal surprise, the door suddenly swung shut, and with another clap, locked.
"Where were we?" Duo mumbled, straddling Heero's hips. "I--"
"Duo. What are you trying to prove?" On cue, the American froze, his hand flying to his mouth. "You don't have to do anything, Duo." Heero smiled as he felt the tension seep from his shoulders. In a quick movement, he turned the tables on him, flipping him over so Duo was pinned beneath him. "What do you want?" Tears. Heero leaned down and licked the salt from his cheeks, tasting him.
"I don't cry," Duo said in disbelief. "I don't."
"I know." Heero wasn't sure what had happened to change Duo's mind, but he wasn't sure that he preferred this Duo to the other. Rolling onto the bed beside him, he kicked off his sneakers and tucked his arms behind his head, resting on the pillow.
"What's going on?" asked Heero. "You're different today."
"I don't know." Duo sounded as puzzled as Heero felt. Determined, Heero decided he would crack Duo Maxwell open once and for all.
"Jesus, you show up on my doorstep, have a fit when you see Relena--"
"I did not!" interjected Duo.
"--you tell me that you've decided you want me, but you act like you're a plane on auto-pilot. I'm not a fucking idiot, Maxwell. Tell me what's going on!" Duo cringed inwardly. "Now!"
"Don't try and order me around, Yuy!"
They laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling, enveloped in a silence so deep it was slowly suffocating them. Heero closed his eyes; he was angry. It felt good, for some reason. But he couldn't let himself get out of control, had to rein himself back in. It was dangerous being around Duo, he decided. Duo always made him lose control, do stupid things. Like sneaking out of his own house like a thief down the drain pipe to meet him at his house so they could fight.
"This was a bad idea."
"It was. I don't know why I left that note, now. You're obviously just out to use my body."
"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard!" Heero cried, indignant, sitting up. One lock of dark hair fell into his eyes; the braided one couldn't quite stop himself from tucking it behind Heero's ear. "I'm not using you! You're trying to use me! What with this secret rendezvous shit and all. I could understand if you wanted me; I understand lust, at least. You're looking for a promise and I don't make promises!" He was angry again. But he couldn't resist one last barb. "Especially not to braided bakas."
"Braided bakas!" Duo exploded. "Who're you calling a baka? Do you go around trying to get into everyone's pants with these wonderful pick up lines? I oughta roll you over and screw you fucking senseless!"
"Fine!" Heero yelled before his mind registered exactly what Duo'd said.
"Fine!" Then Duo gasped, for two reasons. One, he'd just said 'fucking.' The other, Heero'd just agreed to-- Heero groaned as the American suddenly suffered a massive nosebleed. He jumped off the bed and handed him a pair of black pants wordlessly. "Thanks-- hey! These are clean!"
"They're black. The blood won't show," Heero said matter-of- factly. Inside, his mind was racing. For the first time in his life, the outcome of the situation wasn't completely dependent on himself. "Now," he said conversationally, one hand slipping in between Duo's legs, unzipping his pants, "what were you yelling at me about? Oh yes, I think it was my 'wonderful pick up lines'." He reached down his boxers, fingers wrapping nonchalantly around Duo's penis. He stroked gently as he spoke, examining the nails on his other hand. "But, back to you, Duo-koi. What's bothering you? Don't try to talk, just nod yes or shake no."
"Are you mad at me?"
No. Wide violet eyes squeezed shut over the balled up tissue as Heero's hand paused. "Unhh...Heero--"
"No talking, Duo. Are you upset?"
No. Another, longer pause.
"Are you worried?"
Hesitance, then a yes. Heero smirked, and pinched the tip of his penis as a reward. Duo gave a yelp, then melted into the touch, giving a very sexy purr.
"Are you afraid it'll hurt?"
No. Duo tensed, expecting Heero to stop. Instead, his hand began to pick up speed, pumping him faster. He let out a little moan, then clamped his jaw shut firmly.
"Are you afraid you'll get hurt?" An entirely different question.
...Yes.
"Why?"
Duo looked at him expressively, then Heero laughed, drawing his hand out of the braided boy's pants. The American made a loud noise of protest, gripping Heero's wrist with a hold of steel. "You can talk now, Duo-koi."
Duo took the tissue away slowly, as if expecting another geyser to come spurting out of his nostril. "You've slept with a lot of people." Heero winced. Somehow, that was always what worried people the most. But those were narcissistic snobs who were fearful of being outdone in anyway, including skill at lovemaking. He *hoped* that wasn't bothering his Duo-koi.
"Duo, are you worried about STDs or something? 'Cuz I've got a condom--"
"No!" the American said vehemently. "That's not it." He looked down, blushing. "I don't even know how to say it. I don't-- it hurts people when you f-fuck them and pretend they don't exist after." Heero had a feeling he knew where this was going.
"I'll stick around, Duo. I fuck people for fun--" He hastily cut off that line of thought when Duo grabbed the tissue again, as if preparing for another nosebleed. "I'm serious, okay? *Serious*." He brought their faces together, and instead of kissing him let their foreheads touch lightly.
"Okay," breathed Duo. "Good."
Then the American kissed him again, leaning over him, casting a Duo-shaped shadow over his chest. His inexperience showed in the way he pressed him gently against the bed, hands just barely nudging at his waist. Then those hands, however clumsy, were busy untucking his shirt and plying at the buttons with the grace of a newborn colt.
"Mmph--" He started to speak, only to have Duo plaster his lips, as soft and as nice and silky and warm and... Rational thought began to melt away; there were only those gentle kisses, so different from his other lovers', in both their enthusiasm and their innocence.
"You--sure--made up your mind," Heero gasped, tearing his mouth away from the American's. "Isn't this a little--"
"Won't have the nerve to in another minute, so if you want some you better take it now," Duo quipped, nuzzling one exposed, brown nipple. "You make me so ho~orny," he sighed, his little tongue darting out and licking his left nipple. "You're bumpy," he noted with a crooked smile, caressing the flesh around the nipple with delicate fingers.
"Duo..." Heero could feel his mind going blank as devious hands worked at his pants.
"You'll enjoy this." It was one self-assertive statement, one that Duo had every intention of following up on.
Wilhemina sighed as loud cry after loud cry rang out in the quiet of her home. It looked like Duo had been successful in his seduction; a little too successful. Heero was infamous as much for his noisy lovemaking as for his skills at it. There was no disguising it when you brought Heero Yui home.
She stuffed her pillow over her head and prayed they came quickly and were too tired for another round.
"Oh! OH!" Duo grinned--there was no doubt that everyone in the house knew exactly what was going on in his room. Who would have thought such a quiet boy could become so loud in bed?!
The feel of Heero's hips squeezing around him brought him hurtling back to earth, where he was currently buried to the hilt inside his tight body. It was painful in a very pleasurable way, being squeezed so tightly. It gave him a sense of completion that Heero's hand jerking him off couldn't.
"Duo...Duo..." Heero panted as his lover moved over him, thrusting gently, barely thrusting at all. He still needed to feel his hips grinding into him, his cock pushing inside, stretching him, touching that place that--
Damn it. "Why'd you stop?" Heero demanded, arousal and anger mingling. The American gave him a searching look. "If you're going to take me, do it HARD so I know I'm being fucking taken," Heero snapped before his mind had time to process the words.
"But--" Duo looked a bit lost. "Won't it hurt?"
"Not as much as it'll hurt if you don't just do it," Heero insisted. Sighing, as if it pained him to hear such vulgarity, Duo paused and then thrust inside his lover, warmth pooling in his groin as he drove Heero up against the headboard.
"Oh."
Another thrust, even less restrained than the last, and Heero tensed in anticipation, every nerve humming. He tried to move his legs further apart, but felt Duo's hands on his ankles, looping them onto his shoulders as he pounded him into the bed, letting out a little moan with every movement and withdrawal.
"Um, yes!" The double sensations of Duo's surprisingly strong stomach over his erection and his hard thrusts sent him over, back arching, hands clenching fistfuls of Duo's hair.
"Ow--OOH!" Duo came at the same time, wincing as Heero's hands released his brown locks slowly. "Mm..." Heero frowned--this would be tricky. After sex was always a touchy time with him; some lovers wanted to cuddle. That was fine with him, as long as they didn't try and talk. He disliked lovers that revealed earth- shattering secrets after sex; did they really think he was listening or even in the right frame of mind to understand?
"Mm," Duo mumbled again, and then, "good night." He dropped like a log, one hand splayed possessively on Heero's chest.
He clapped twice and the lights went out.
"Good night," Heero whispered, smiling in the dark.
End Part Nine
Ariana
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