June 29, 2000
Here's the kiss scene...
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~ana~
Dedicated to Mini, who always makes me laugh. ^_^
Warnings: OOCness. Severe severe OOCness. But hell, I had fun writing it and I hope you have fun reading it. Limeish. Just kissing, though.
I've taken the...coughcough...liberty of using songs from the 1990's and the...er...00's. Pretend they're from AC 195.
For the best effects, listen to the song posted at the beginning of
each part while reading. ^_^
This part's song is "Witness" by Sarah McLachlan from "Surfacing".
It's a very solemn, sweet, almost melancholy piece. It has a slow
beat, the most repeated phrase in the song is "we burn in heaven like
we do down here".
Never in his wildest dreams had the American ever thought that he would find himself slow-dancing with Heero Yuy. Duo thought he was going to pass out again, his fingers twitching nervously as they rode low on his hips.
"Don't pass out on me now," Heero teased, chuckling as Duo blushed crimson.
"I won't. I want--" Duo stopped abruptly. Maybe you could tell some stranger in a nightclub that you wanted to kiss them and screw them senseless, but he had a good feeling Heero would be pretty annoyed. Or worse. His mind refused to picture the 'or worse', however. You've already got more than you have any right to, he chided himself.
"Want what?" Their bodies swung in unison, not noticing as the song speeded up into a faster one. "C'mon, I won't laugh." He pulled one hand away from Duo's neck long enough to hold up two fingers. "Scout's honor."
"I can't tell you." Now Heero was really curious. "I can't! It's impossible to tell you properly." Duo's heart was pounding wildly in his chest. Oh Duo, he thought to himself, what are you doing?
"Why? Show me, then." That imperious attitude that Duo loved and hated. You set him up, he realized sadly. Then Duo grinned.
"You really want me to?"
"Hai! Hurry up, Duo!" He was almost whining; it was adorable. The desire to glomp him and never let go battled with his need to feel those lips under his. Shrugging, the American leaned down, slapping himself for not being able to bring himself to make eye contact with the Japanese boy, and brushed his mouth over Heero's. He could taste something sweet on his lips, like cherries or apple slices.
The response was almost automatic.
Eyes wide, he broke out of the circle of Duo's arms, the blood draining from his face. "D-Duo..." He nearly tripped over the forgotten beer mugs, but steadied himself, backing away from the braided boy with a wild look about him that spoke volumes.
Crossing the grass between them, Duo captured his lips again, ignoring Heero's struggles to free himself. So sweet, it was almost dizzying. Heero's hands were pushing at his chest, fingers digging into his flesh. Two errant hand strayed over his nipple, that singular touch sending electric shocks through his body.
He pulled away, panting, long enough to see that some of the resistance had faded, but that spirit he loved was still kicking, still fighting him. Duo crushed Heero's body to him, letting the slender popstar feel his arousal through his jeans. Then his mouth descended again.
Heero wasn't sure when resistance turned to passive acceptance, but he found himself slumping forward in his arms. A thousand warning bells were going off in his head, it wasn't right, he was a guy, Duo was a guy...
Duo's heat burned him.
Never in his whole life had he ever felt so close to anyone. Never kissed, never touched. A very tiny part of him was convinced that there was something about him that was utterly unlovable, disgusting and crude. But then how could the braided boy just stand there and kiss him like he wanted to devour his mouth? Who could want him so much? Heero wasn't sure, since no one had touched him like that before, but he thought Duo was a very good kisser. Almost timidly, he began to kiss back. He could feel Duo's pleasure radiating through his entire body in the little tremors and shudders, realized he too was trembling. Two fingers split in a 'v' touched his cheeks lightly, barely grazing the skin.
He watched with strange detachment as Duo pushed him onto the grass with one hand, his own watchful gaze never leaving his large violet eyes. Slowly, inching up under his shirt, over his muscled torso, agonizingly, his hands moved lightly over his chest, barely touching the skin. Yet the lightest caress made him ache more than the kisses had.
The American boy kissed him again, deeply, his tongue moving in long strokes against the roof of his mouth, against his own tongue. "Heero...we can't," he groaned, eyelashes fluttering against Heero's face in more of those not-quite-touches.
"Why?" Heero whimpered, feeling those white teeth nip at his neck, trying to drown himself in pleasure again. Duo was giving him the gentlest bites, long enough to leave red swollen traces of their stolen kisses. He was beginning to feel quite delirious, and if Duo didn't hurry up and do something about it he would go mad. He was sinking slowly into a world of red, and the braided boy was his lifeline.
"'Cuz," said Duo breathlessly, running his hands up and down the smoothness of Heero's back, knuckles tenting beneath the cloth of his shirt. "Let's wait until your birthday." He knew he was taking a chance, counting on the belief that Heero wanted him for more than a one-night stand. But he really wasn't looking forward to getting court-martialed for sex with a minor. Thinking fast, he added, "18 is a special number. You're an adult. Not," he added shyly, "that I don't l-like you as a little boy." Love. He'd almost said love.
Duo could feel himself walking a tight rope, balancing between Heero's own emotions, which must be running rampant through him, and his own desires. Love. He might not have been a wonderfully seductive young man, but he knew that if you wanted to bed someone, the last thing you spoke to them about was love. Love spoke of commitment and trust. It seemed like a trap.
"I--" Duo leaned down again and ravaged his mouth, cutting off his words, thrusting his tongue in and out, catching lightly on Heero's teeth.
He froze in horror, one hand still sliding up and down Heero's back, as a bright light passed over their bodies. "Duo? That you?" Heero blinked twice as the warm hands suddenly slid away from his skin, a flashlight's beam shining into his eyes. He suddenly felt the chill of the night air across his body.
"Gomen!" Duo saw a flash of blonde hair, and then a figure retreating into the darkness. Quatre. Gomen. The blonde boy's feelings for him had been growing steadily as of late. No matter what he did, it was like banking hot coals; they glowed with their own strength, refusing to die. He'd thought, with this dancer--
Had he been terribly wrong?
Duo didn't realize that Heero was moving until he stood and moved to walk back up the hill, out of the field. "Hey," said the braided one, "where you going...?"
The longer he stood there, looking at Duo, the harder his chest constricted. How could he have done that with another boy? His first kiss. The first time anyone had touched him, and it was a guy. Repulsion grew in the pit of his stomach, tightening as he drew closer, staring at him with perplexed eyes. "I have to go," he said at last, and barely kept himself from running away as he left the field--and Duo--behind. He watched the Japanese boy go, wondering what he would have to do to get Heero to trust him again, wondering if he had blown his chance. He knew he should go after him, should pester him to keep him from falling asleep. But he didn't. He sat on a hard stone, so cold after lying next to Heero's warm body, and drank warm beer.
God didn't give gay boys second chances, it seemed. Or, rather, he took his time about it.
Heero avoided him for most of the next three days, eyes dropping as he passed, turning so Duo wouldn't have to brush against him. Which was fine with Duo; he was happy to admire from afar. Really.
So what if that wasn't really the case? Duo was good at pretending. He'd tasted heaven, had touched the one he'd fantasized for years. And not just his hand, but his mouth and his neck and his flat stomach and the curve of his elbow and the softness of his bird- like wrist.
He was passing by his tent, thinking evilly cruel and delicious thoughts about its inhabitant when he saw a long leg emerge from beneath the blanket on his pallet. A long, pale white leg. With blue polish on his toenails. And little glitter stickers on the littler toes.
Looking around, to make sure no one else saw him, Duo ducked inside with the inconspicuousness of a loud, quacking duck. Even Lt. Wufei saw him, his long braid snapping at the cord holding the tent flap open.
"You!" He pointed, horrified, at the young blonde DJ who emerged from Heero's bed. "You slept with Heero?!" He was supposed to be mine first...
"Huh?" Zechs yawned. "What? No, I just slept in his bed. He sleeps in mine sometimes too--" That set Duo off even more; sleeping in his bed but not with Heero? Preposterous. He was about to tell him so, and by virtue of the tent's position, the rest of the camp, when Zechs' eyelids lowered bashfully and he pulled the blanket up to his neck. "You wanna sleep in his bed too?" With a low growl, Duo began to throttle him, the DJ's blonde hair flying about his face like a whip.
Heero entered his tent, looking mildly annoyed to see Duo, one green blanket thrown casually over his shoulder.
"See? We didn't sleep together," Zechs complained. Heero made a faint choking noise as Duo glared at Zechs. They were inexplicably tangled in the blankets, long limbs and that long hair... Duo's braid was slowly unraveling with every movement of his head. Heero was half-tempted to pace from one side of the tent to the other, if it would get Duo to move his head enough to let his hair fall free.
But he still didn't like guys, he reminded himself sternly. There was just no possibility of it. He was attracted to Duo because he looked like a girl--He was attracted to Duo?!?!? Since when?
So he was attracted to Duo. There, he'd said it. So what? As if to spite him, his traitorous mind filled with images of Duo going down on him, humming merrily as he went. Silently, Heero told his hormones to shut up and leave him alone. And to take their porn videos with them.
"Heero," laughed Duo nervously as he fell from the bed in his haste, "this isn't what it looks like." He tried to pick himself out of the dirt and fell again, banging his shin hard against the bedpost. "Shit! Ow..." Rolling his eyes, the Japanese boy reached down and held out a hand to him patiently, as if he were a small child, though he was 2 years older than him. Duo took it suspiciously, expecting him to pull back at the last instant. The physical contact sent little sparks through him, daring him to grab Heero and kiss him again. He'd already decided that if the opportunity arose again, he would just screw him silly and deal with the consequences later.
He'd given Heero time to think, that was what had gone wrong. Really, Duo thought as he dusted himself off, giving his firm butt a pat, the boy thought too much. It wasn't healthy.
They looked at each other cautiously, waiting for the inevitable harsh words both had been dreading. Instead, Zechs cleared his throat.
"If you don't mind taking your lovers' spat outside? I'm trying to sleep here..."
End Part Six
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