22-Apr-2002
Title: Renting Heero
Author: bonnejeanne (bonnejeanne@yahoo.com) and Cassiopeia (cassiopeia@gundamwing.net)
Category: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: 6 x 1
Spoilers: EW?
WARNINGS: Lemon. Possible OOC. Language.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing characters and universe are the property of the copyright owners. Our stuff is ours. No money being made here.
As with all our fics, while our goal is to stay as in character as possible, any discrepancies are our mistakes.
Feedback: Any and all comments welcome, be they short or long.
NOTES: This is a hentai special with little or no socially redeeming value. Set after Endless Waltz. Heero did not become a Preventer.
DEDICATION: To Crimson with love on the occasion of her birthday. ^____^
Zechs sat in the modest hotel room's low-lying chair, mostly empty whiskey glass held loosely between bare fingers, staring vacantly into the falling night outside his window. This trip had been an exercise in futility, as had everything in the past few months.
There was not much that could have brought him to this colony, other than an assignment, and when it had come, he had chosen to go alone, though he could have easily had Noin with him. He could have easily had Noin... anywhere.
He moved away from the uncomfortable thought, tracing a bit of the perspiration drifting down his glass, and he wanted to leave the room, before it could return.
Zechs rose from the chair, abandoning the glass to the nearby night table, not bothering to finish off the few dregs of liquid still in its bottom. He'd surely end up somewhere with a ready supply of alcohol. He always did.
The hotel's lobby was unremarkable by design, and he'd already began to forget it as he stepped outside, into the heavy night air of L1.
Across the street was another hotel, in fact there were several in the neighborhood. All had small eating places and/or even smaller bars. People were moving along the street and in and out of the hotels, and other establishments. Several people, both men and women, seemed to look at Zechs a little bit longer than felt usual. The looks were appreciative, even appraising, but each time the passerby met Zechs' ice-blue eyes they looked away quickly, realizing instantly that the beautiful man with the long platinum blond hair was not available in the way they hoped.
There seemed to be a lot of people moving in pairs - and the occasional threesome. And the couples gave off vibes of an odd kind, not comfortable or even romantic. It was more of a tension, almost of strangers getting together for a simple purpose.
Something caught Zechs' eye across the street. Emerging from one of the hotels on that side, two men, one older and taller, the other young, with a compact body. The older man had an arm draped around the younger man's shoulders in a way that was altogether blatant. Pulling the boy against him, the man kissed his companion, who permitted it for a moment, then pushed the other away and said something to him. Something palm-sized changed hands between them and the older man walked off with a slight superior smile. The reason the exchange caught Zechs' attention was because he recognized the younger man. Although he was dressed in a rather beautiful dark evening outfit, pearl studs visible on the cuffs of the white shirt, there was no mistaking the face under a wild swirl of deep brown hair.
Zechs felt a slow smile creep up one side of his mouth, almost against his will, and he moved to cross the street, keeping his line as direct as possible, though it was hard through the dense, still traffic. To find Heero Yuy at all was a treat, but to find him here... that could have almost been considered a gift from God.
Making his way to the section of sidewalk where the boy stood, Zechs tried to meet Prussian blue eyes, waiting to be noticed, acknowledged.
Heero was aware of Zechs' tall figure crossing the street, was hyper aware when the man's direction indicated he was going to come to him. He allowed himself an extra moment or two to make sure the impassive mask was firmly in place before he let his eyes flicker to the approaching man, meeting his gaze with a barebones acknowledgement of recognition.
The look almost made the older man smile, but he did not permit the movement, and came to a stop near the boy, on the very edge of his personal space. He let his eyes rake over the lean figure, obvious in his attentions, finally meeting Heero's eyes when he was through. "This is perhaps the last place I would have expected to find you. Should I ask what you're doing here, or would it be a tedious explanation?"
Heero's eyebrows drew together in a slight frown. And this is the last place I'd expect you to find me, Zechs, he thought but didn't say. He decided to meet the opening fence with a direct attack. "I live here," he said shortly. "You?"
Zechs allowed himself a small bit of a lecherous smile, then replied, "I'm working. As I see you are as well."
The slight frown became a genuine Heero Yuy scowl. "You're observant," he said. His deep blue eyes faced Zechs down challengingly. He didn't actually verbally dare Zechs to make a comment about it, just put it in the look.
Knowing the look in Heero's eyes as one he'd seen many times before, Zechs felt a familiar thrill run through his body, an excitement few people could produce in him. The world was tedious and boring, Noin was tedious and boring, but this... this boy was something different. "And you are obvious." Zechs moved a little closer, circling the boy like a great white, his eyes never leaving the lean planes of Heero's body. "I came here on business that turned out to be nothing. Perhaps... I can take care of a different sort of business."
Heero watched Zechs without turning his head. He was seized with conflicting impulses. Probably the best thing to do would be to tell Zechs to fuck off in so many words and leave the area. The history between the two was lengthy and included a lot of possible motivations for payback. Simply put, he suspected Zechs might never forgive him for beating the man two times out of three. However there were a couple of other considerations seeping into the mix. One was the man's sheer physical beauty and presence, something Heero found himself in a better position to appreciate than he'd been before. Another was a kind of morbid curiosity... he knew he could beat the man in a fight, especially with mobile suits. What would the outcome of another kind of contest be?
Crossing his arms over his chest, Heero said, "Stop playing games. What do you want?"
Moving around from Heero's left, Zechs brushed a hand across the boy's face, then took hold of his wrist. "You know already, don't you?"
Eyes narrowing, Heero glanced at the hand holding his wrist as if deciding whether or not to break it. A beat passed. Then he looked at Zechs. "Can you afford it?"
Zechs smiled, releasing the boy's hand. That was what he'd wanted to hear. His hand disappeared inside a pocket for a moment, and he produced a thin wallet which he offered to Heero. "Take whatever you want," he said lowly.
Heero accepted the wallet and opened it, examining the contents. It might be thin but there were bills of large denomination in multiple. Without taking anything out, he handed it back. "After," he said shortly. Then, "I have one other condition, non-negotiable. You don't gossip."
The man took the wallet, the smile sliding from his face. "That's an easy request to fulfill," he said, then waited. He did not know the rules of these encounters, and glanced up at the building behind them, contemplating whether or not it was where Heero... operated.
Heero saw and correctly interpreted the look. "That was his room. You want to go to yours? If not, I have another place."
Zechs did not want to go back to his room. It had been booked for him by the Preventers, and only made him think of people that he didn't want to think about. But with the right company, human or chemical, he could forget just about anything. "Is yours closer than mine?" he asked, leaning down to sample the soft flesh of Heero's neck.
Stiffening without actually moving away, Heero's scowl returned. "In a big hurry, are you?" he snapped. Then he added, after catching something on the blond's breath. "Yours may be closer by a short distance. Mine, however, has a fully stocked bar." He failed to keep some of the irony out of his tone. Without waiting for an answer, he turned and began walking down the block.
The blonde frowned a bit, not pleased at having the flesh taken away, just when he'd decided he liked Heero's taste. But he followed the boy. He could be patient when the situation called for it. And the fully stocked bar did sound like ample motivation.
It wasn't much of a walk, just a block and a half further down. The hotel like most of them was clean and nondescript to the point of anonymity. No one even glanced their way when they entered the lobby and Heero went directly to an elevator and punched a floor button. He didn't cast any sidelong glances at Zechs, seemingly the same focused, self-contained person Zechs had known.
Out of the elevator, down a hall, a right turn, and a room at the end of the line of doors. A private code-key. The door opened and Heero went inside, without looking behind him.
The room was larger than Zechs' room. It had a king sized bed, table and chairs, a couple of end tables, a large bureau and a small wet bar next to the window. Walking to the bar, Heero unlocked the cabinet and removed a bottle with a familiar American bird on the label, along with a glass. An ice-bucket was filled from an icemaker in the small refrigerator under the counter. Leaving the glass, ice and bottle there, he looked at Zechs for the first time, walking slowly over to one of the bedside tables, while removing the pearl studs in his shirt cuffs.
Zechs moved to the bar, noting the single glass. "I'd prefer it if you'd join me," he said, though he didn't wait before pouring himself a few fingers of liquid, skipping the ice. Throwing that back quickly, not giving himself time to appreciate it at all, he bent, searching for another glass in the cabinet.
Before he could find one and pull it out, Heero walked back over to the bar, poured a couple of inches into Zechs' glass, and lifted it to his mouth, drinking it neat, in much the same manner as the blond had done. His eyes conveyed a message of, 'Happy?' as he slipped off his jacket and hung it on the back of a chair.
Without a word, Zechs took the glass from Heero, and poured himself another. This he didn't drink, but set, along with the bottle, on the table nearest the bed. For later. He returned to Heero's side, liking the look of the boy in his well-cut shirt, but thinking he'd be better out of it.
The blonde man put his hands on Heero's shoulders, his fingers digging into the flesh there slightly, and he took another taste of the boy's smooth neck, the skin mingling in his mouth with the whiskey to produce an intoxicating flavor.
Heero stood quietly in the man's grip, his head tilting a little to one side and back. The sensations were not unpleasant. The whiskey he'd tossed down settled in his stomach and started a bit of a fire there. Normally he didn't drink, but Zechs was so damned irritating. As the man's lips and tongue moved over his skin, he attempted to analyze why he'd gone ahead with this, and why the sensations seemed so much more present than they usually did. It was mildly unsettling. Thoughtlessly, Heero felt his lips were dry and ran his tongue over them to relieve the feeling.
Not liking the lack of reaction from Heero, Zechs found that it even made him a little angry. He took hold of the boy under his arms and forced him back against the nearest wall, taking no care to keep from hurting him. He held him there, with his body, and said, his eyes glinting with something dark, "That's not what I paid for." He grabbed Heero by the chin with one hand, forcing his mouth down on the other's, relinquishing his lips well after the need to breathe had seized his body. "Would it bother you," he began, moving one of his hands lower on the boy's body, "If I told you I didn't just want to fuck you? I want to... own you."
Heero licked his lips again, relieving the ache from the bruising Zechs had just given his mouth. His eyes were neither shocked nor angry. He didn't try to squirm away from the man's hand grabbing his crotch.
"First," he answered evenly, "You haven't paid yet. Second, no, it wouldn't bother me. As long as you realize it's temporary." He tilted his head slightly. "I'll tell you ahead of time, I don't make a very good slave. I'm better at straight sex. Don't be pissed if it isn't what you're expecting."
Zechs didn't respond to the boy's words, other than to move his hand to the zipper of Heero's pants and make his way inside, taking the boy's cock in a rough grip, wanting a reaction. Of pleasure, of pain, he didn't care one way or the other. Something inside of him flared with the touch, and he realized he might actually prefer the latter. "I won't be pissed," he growled, tightening his grip on Heero's flesh, "Unless you're not worth the money I'm *going* to pay for you."
Heero's eyes closed briefly. Time to go to work, he thought. The rough grip didn't really hurt, and Heero had a higher tolerance for pain than anyone he'd ever met anyway. Taking a deep breath, he let his body relax just a little bit and then swiveled his hips, moving himself in Zechs' hand. His cock began to swell, had already started to a little before, but with the crude stroking he was giving himself it became taut and erect quickly. He licked his lips again and then opened his eyes, staring into Zechs' ice blue ones. Then Heero Yuy did something Zechs had never seen before. He smiled. It was damn near breathtaking.
Zechs stared at the boy's striking expression. It was not so much the movement of Heero's mouth, but the look in his eyes that made the blonde pull his hand away, out of Heero's pants. "You like all of this, don't you?" he said, his voice not really making it a question, but more like something he was very pleased to know.
He pulled the boy away from the wall and towards the bed, shoving him towards the large mattress. "Don't let me keep you from the work you love, then," he said, sitting at the head of the bed, leaning against the headboard. "Give me something to watch," he ordered, a wicked look coming onto his face.
The smile did not totally leave Heero's face, in fact one corner of his mouth pulled up a tiny bit more. He turned his back to Zechs without a word, standing next to the bed. Unbuttoning his white shirt, he let it slide off his shoulders slowly, revealing his sculpted and muscular back. He did not let it drop off his arms completely, however. Then he reached for the waistband of his unfastened dress pants and slid them down his legs, bending over as he did so. He was naked underneath as Zechs had found when he grabbed for his cock. His bare rear was revealed and hidden by the shirt hanging off his arms. Stepping out of the pants and his shoes at the same time, he turned and climbed onto the bed, crawling to the center of the king-sized mattress. Facing Zechs, he knelt, leaning back on his heels still trailing the shirt, and reached down, curling his fingers around his erection. Slowly he stroked himself, leaning back a little.
The blonde man smiled, the response to his command very satisfying. It filled him with energy, with power. He had control of this... this boy, this creature that was more desirable than anything had a right to be. He was not going to let it go willingly.
Resisting the urge to touch himself or Heero, Zechs continued to watch the boy, an ache spreading throughout his body.
Heero's eyes closed halfway as his spectator continued to watch without interfering. His hand moved a little faster, slowly building the pace and the friction. It felt good. Zechs' eyes one him felt... he didn't even complete that thought but an odd thrill ran through his body. Leaning back slowly, further and further as his hips rocked in time to his touch, he never stopped, and his head and shoulders met the mattress, leaving his body in a curved arc, but one that was not still. A soft moan came from his lips as his body neared the breaking point.
As the boy lay back in his obscene pose, the noise that escaped his still damp lips sent a wave of electricity through Zechs' body, concentrating at his crotch, and he couldn't stop his own hand from going there, stroking lightly through the fabric of his pants, just enough for a bit of relief.
Then he was seized with the desire to have the boy beneath him, and moved to cover Heero in a single, fluid swoop, supporting his weight on one hand while he used the other to aid the boy in his work, holding the back of Heero's quick hand, taking control of his movements. At that moment, he just wanted to see the boy come, see what expression would draw his face, and Zechs thought no further ahead than that.
Heero's eyes opened as he felt Zechs move over him. Deep blue eyes looked up into ice blue, the pupils very large, showing his arousal. He yielded control of the pace of his stroking to the large hand around his, cheating just a little with the movement of his hips. Beads of fresh perspiration dotted his forehead, shaking loose with his body's activity to roll down into his scalp, dampening his thick hair. His mouth was open, taking air in regular, panting breaths. Eyelids fluttering as the sensations built in his body, Heero's hips jerked harder and faster and his breath caught as a smile of pure, hedonistic enjoyment rolled across his features along with his climax. He grunted softly, the rhythm becoming ragged and staccato as the thick white fluid spurted out to run over Zechs' hand. Heero milked himself of everything before sagging back, a sated little smile relaxing his features.
Zechs pulled back a little, satisfied with Heero's performance, and retrieved his hand, staring down at the viscous fluid coating it. He then brought it to his tongue, tasting the index finger before offering it to Heero, as if he were giving a treat to a favored dog.
Opening his mouth, Heero extended his tongue to wrap around Zechs' finger, taking the milky liquid which he then swallowed. He didn't stare into Zechs eyes or affect a sexy expression, it was a simple animal action. Then he stretched a little on the bed, untucking his legs from beneath him with a sinuous twist of his hips. He was well aware that his evening was far from over, and took the few moments available to allow his body to rest and reset.
Running a hand through Heero's sweat damped hair, Zechs felt the tension in his body, the pain, and knew it had been built as high as it would go. He liked to delay his release as long as possible, the suffering something he found interesting. But he found Heero harder to resist than most, thought the boy might be one of the things in life he could not resist (of those, there were few and almost none of them sentient). Removing his clothes efficiently, he returned to the bed and lay down on his back. "You seem to have picked up a few new talents since you've been back home," he began, then added with a touch of obvious suggestion in his voice, "Care to show me another?"
Heero stretched again briefly, very catlike, and then sat up, moving beside Zechs on his knees. Looking down, he allowed himself to appreciate the sheer physical beauty of the man. He'd always suspected there was a touch of vanity in Zechs somewhere, the mask notwithstanding. He couldn't think of another reason to grow out that incredibly gorgeous but rather impractical hair. Running his eyes down the older man's perfectly proportioned body Heero acknowledged that he didn't get such a nice form to enjoy very often among his clientele. Occasionally, but nothing quite in Zechs' class, if in fact there were anyone in his class for sheer looks.
"I was trained to pick things up quickly," he murmured, not giving much thought to the words. He could see the state Zechs was in and had a pretty good idea what was expected. Without further wasted motion, he bent over the blond's lap, the fingers of one strong hand circling the base of his blood-engorged erection. Precum was smeared across the top and the thing was pulsing in his hand. Licking his lips, Heero opened his mouth, tongued the tip and the ridge around it and then swallowed the whole large shaft in a smooth intake. His mouth slid around the heated flesh, just enough suction to keep his cheeks hollowed, tongue working along the vein, stopping only when his lips pressed the blond fur at its base, which left the head lodged against the back of his throat.
Circling his head a little to let the warm tissues of his mouth and throat move around the throbbing shaft, he began withdrawing just as smoothly, if a little slowly, tongue and lips working especially around the head, before starting another downward stroke.
Zechs released a low, breathy moan, the back of his head furrowing a little deeper into the soft bedding, his hips coming off the mattress a few degrees to push further into Heero's pleasuring mouth. He wove his hands through the boy's thick dark hair, resisting the nearly undeniable urge to pull those stroking lips back down, to be as deeply inside the other as possible.
His entire body throbbed with the boy's actions, and he found himself very appreciative of Heero's slow pace. He let out another low moan, staring down the length of his chest to watch the warm thing at his lap, but then looked away, the sight more than he'd been prepared to handle.
After a few more of the boy's downward strokes, Zechs could hold back the feelings overtaking his body no longer, and came down Heero's throat, the action curving his back to a small arch. His fingers twisted in the dark hair imprecisely, perhaps a little roughly at first, then settled into a soothing stroke, beginning at Heero's bangs and ending at the base of his neck.
Sensing the moment as it came, Heero inhaled a deep breath through his nose before his mouth was filled with thick fluid. His throat muscles worked automatically to take it in, the gagging reflex long ago dispelled by practice. Swallowing all of it, he slid his mouth away slowly, feeling the long fingers tug and then stroke through his hair. Leaving Zechs clean and a little damp, he sat back, looking down at the platinum haired man with a sense of mild accomplishment.
Zechs took in the look on Heero's face and smiled, a sardonic look, and raised an arm, grasping the boy around his slim neck, pulling him down to bring their mouths together. He forced his way inside the other's mouth, though the boy didn't resist, and thrust his tongue all the way to the back of his throat as he rolled them over, putting Heero beneath him. "You haven't won the war," he said, his tone obviously amused, and he could already feel a fresh desire beginning to crawl over his skin.
He moved lower on the boy's body, running his hands over every section of flesh, the feel beneath his fingertips silk-covered warmth. Taking a delicate nipple between his teeth, Zechs passed his tongue over the nub of flesh, relishing the taste of the boy once again. He knew Heero did not like him, looked on him with distaste, in fact, and that only served to raise his opinion of the boy. The truth was, Zechs had never been able to find much respect for the people in his life that thought highly of him. It was what kept him from getting very close to Noin, what had kept him from any sort of relationship with Treize.
Heero seemed to know what they did not, had figured out the thing that Zechs had never really tried to hide, but that most people never seemed to get. He did not like humanity. He had once, as Milliardo Peacecraft, but had learned his lesson there quick enough. They did not appreciate the things they had, did not appreciate the things that he'd helped to give them, and were, for the most part, tedious.
Heero's perception deserved... a reward, and Zechs moved his mouth to the boy's other nipple, caressing it with his teeth, lapping at it with his tongue.
Heero closed his eyes and moved a little under Zechs' oral caress. "The war... has been over for a long time," he murmured, in answer to Zechs' comment. His hands moved restlessly against the bedcovers and his back arched a little into Zechs' mouth. It felt good.
'He thinks you're a toy,' he commented to himself. 'He's always thought of you as a child. Even when I beat the pants off him he's never taken me seriously. Ah fuck, who cares...' He twisted his body from side to side, offering himself.
Zechs took the offer, stilling the boy with his large, strong hands, and asked, as he made his way down Heero's body, his mouth taking every piece of flesh it could grab, "I take it you have... the supplies of... your profession here?" Before the boy could answer, he swallowed Heero's reawakening cock, letting the taste dance across his tongue.
"Uhn..." Heero groaned at the sensation of hot/wet as Zechs enclosed him. His flesh firmed instantly, swelling in the man's mouth as if on command. Having never allowed himself the preoccupations of a normal fifteen year old, the last year or so, he'd spent quite a bit of time learning his body and what it liked, what it needed, what it could stand. What else did he have to do? Once it became clear the Earth Sphere was finally taking Relena's safety seriously, after the kidnapping incident, he'd acknowledged that he wasn't needed for that job any more. There would have been a place for him with the Preventers, but Heero found he was tired of having a duty and living his life for it. What he was doing now might have shocked his former acquaintances, but it didn't require that he kill anybody. That made it rather higher on his list of preferred possibilities than most of the other things he was qualified for. He'd said he didn't want to kill any more, and he meant it, whether anybody believed him or not.
Belatedly responding to the man's question, one of his hands gestured towards a drawer in the beside table, but he didn't want to move away from the suction around his cock, so he let Zechs figure it out.
The blonde's eyes traveled along the path Heero had indicated, and he released the boy from his mouth, licking moisture from his lips. He stood and went to the table, returning with a small plastic tube, and tossed it down on the bed next to Heero after squeezing an amount onto two of his fingers. Zechs knelt then lay on the bed, burying his head immediately between the boy's legs again, re-swallowing his cock. At the same time, he pushed a single finger into the tightness of Heero's well-formed ass, and without pause inserted another, moving in and out of the boy as his mouth traveled up and down Heero's shaft.
The body under him jerked at the intrusion, not in resistance, but in a sudden surge of tension. He could feel the difference between how Heero had reacted to his mouth - enjoyment, almost a lazy relaxation - and this. The ring of muscle around his fingers tightened and relaxed, tightened and relaxed, taking in more. Heero's hips shifted, tilted, began rocking in a different way from before. His respiration immediately became more rapid and his fingers dug into the covers under him.
The heavy silk of Zechs' hair moved over Heero's skin as the man swallowed and manipulated him, teasing and disrupting his senses even further. He fought an impulse to grab a lot of it in his fist and grabbed the bedcover instead. His need increased rapidly. He knew exactly what he wanted. He wondered how long Zechs would tease before giving it to him.
Zechs smiled around Heero's cock, the boy's reaction to his manipulations about what he'd expected. As if in response to one of Heero's thoughts, Zechs pulled his head back, pushing another finger inside the boy as he asked, "What do you want?" He left Heero's erection unattended, laying open-mouth kisses across his stomach.
Heero growled, the sound catching in his throat as the intrusion in his body increased in thickness. Bending his knees to press his feet against the bed, he thrust his hips against Zechs' fingers, seeking the friction in the right place at the right angle. Eyes opening to watch Zechs kissing his skin, he took in several quick, deep breaths, then growled his answer. It sounded less like an entreaty and more like a veiled threat. "Please fuck me, sir," he said, knowing the words well.
Zechs frowned a bit, recognizing the familiarity with which Heero said the words, then smiled at the boy's tone of voice. "I thought the war was over," he commented, then leaned down into the boy's face, bringing them almost nose to nose. "What do you want?" he asked again, this time putting more force behind the question, making it clear that he would not settle for pat responses.
Heero snarled at the blond. His eyes locked to Zechs in a way the former soldier remembered. " 'Sir'," he ground out, "Is the man with the money, asshole. You know what I want," he continued, his voice catching on the last word. "Fuck me blind, you ought to be good for that at least!"
"So I've been told," Zechs said, pulling back from the boy's face. He took advantage of the angle of Heero's hips, removing his occupied hand, smearing the moisture remaining there over his own erection, and pushed forward into the boy, barely penetrating him. He stayed that way for a moment, letting the tension build within himself, then felt a dam break as he crashed into the willing body beneath him. The tight, hot, slippery space enclosing him urged him onward, and Zechs pounded into the boy with an almost savage energy, his hands closing tightly around Heero's waist. He was never very careful with his lovers, the practice having never gotten him into anything money could not get him out of, but it still excited him to know that he could take Heero as hard as he wanted to, fuck the boy blind, as requested, and there would be no consequence, no clean up.
A pair of strong hands fastened on Zechs' upper arms, gripping him tightly. Heero's head arched back and his eyes closed tightly as he lifted his body to the assault, legs and hips holding him steady, bracing against the pounding the blond was giving his body. He only needed to provide a solid resistance to get the most out of it, knowing his own body well enough to adjust the angle quickly so that each hard thrust was impacting the place inside that sent small explosions of pure pleasure through his nerves. Concentrating tightly on the sensations as they built into a tidal wave of reaction, his mouth opened and he released a cry of pure animal need as his climax hit hard, shaking his body uncontrollably. His fingers punched bruises in Zechs' skin and his body clenched tightly around the man, shuddering.
Feeling the boy's release, Zechs felt a twinge of regret that the ride hadn't lasted longer, but followed shortly, filling Heero with a final thrust of his hips. The last bits of his climax still rippling through him, Zechs covered the boy's body with his own, bringing his mouth down on Heero's, and for the first time that night, waited to see if the boy would kiss him back.
The mouth under his moved almost lazily and Heero's tongue moved into Zechs mouth, then twined around Zechs' tongue to draw it back into Heero's mouth. He sucked on it a little, as his body moved under Zechs, adjusting for relaxing muscles. One of Heero's hands trailed down and idly took up a handful of the thick silver white hair, sifting through it.
Zechs smiled into the kiss, and wrapped his arms around Heero's back, rolling their bodies so the lighter boy could lie atop him. He returned the kiss, letting Heero lead mostly out of curiosity, one of his hands sliding up into the hair at the back of Heero's neck while the other remained around the boy's waist, holding him tightly to his body. His eyes, he found, did not want to open, and he realized that he could very easily fall asleep just like they were.
Heero continued the kiss for a little while before lifting his mouth away. He rested his arms across Zechs' broad chest, pillowing his chin on his forearms. He watched the other man almost curiously. He looked sleepy. A slight curve formed on Heero's lips.
Zechs felt the shift in the body in his arms and, slowly, opened his eyes to stare back into a deep blue gaze. "How much do I owe you," he murmured, his lips as heavy as his eyes. He had the thought that as soon as he paid the boy, Heero would no longer be under any obligation to stay with him, but let it go, continuing to let the other lead. He was too tired to do anything else, really.
Not moving, Heero tilted his head slightly. "Depends... with or without tip. With... I imagine you'll have cab fare left." A wider smile stole slowly over his features. "Did you have a good time?"
Zechs did not answer at first, giving the impression of prolonged contemplation. Finally, with the smile of a man who knew he was condemned to yet another addiction, Zechs replied, "Let's just say I'll be back for more." With a bit of a twist to his voice, he added, "How much would it be... if I wanted to sleep here? With you?"
One nicely-arched, dark eyebrow lifted slightly. Heero considered. "Nothing. This time. I suppose you deserve some consideration for being a decent fuck."
"Glad to be of service," he breathed, closing his eyes as he pulled the boy further into his chest. He let sleep overtake him then, saving all of his responsibilities and concerns for the morning. Right then, all he knew was that there was something soft and warm both above and below him. And that he did not have to move.
~owari~
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