19-Nov-2000
Title: Mini's Trick or Treat - an Extended Family Fic
Writer Credits:
Duo Maxwell - RavynFyre
Heero Yuy - Kateri Marie
Sallah - Diane V Davis *(new addition to the group!)
Duan, Wufan, Tryan - von
Kenny, Carter, Wufei & Special Guests - bonnejeanne
Category: yaoi, AU
Rating: G for now
Pairings: 1x2
Spoilers: Series, Endless Waltz
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing characters and universe are the property of the copyright owners. Our stuff is ours. No money being made here.
Feedback: Any and all comments, feedback, critiques welcome, be they short or long.
Please feel free to direct feedback to any or all of the authors!
ravynfyre@hotmail.com, fenwyck@radiks.net,
sablexo1@yahoo.com,
bonnejeanne@yahoo.com.
WARNINGS: AU, Original Characters, LEMON in THIS sections.
This takes place after the events in Mission: Arcadia. Where it fits into the new storyline for the upcoming Chasing the Crown, we have no idea!
Heero walked slowly into the room, to the room, his passage making no sound on the soft carpet, leaving his case somewhere near the door. He felt the soft breeze behind him as Duo followed him in and he turned. Duo looked beautiful in the light from the hall, even more so than he had earlier. Heero absorbed the sight of his lover like sunlight before gesturing towards the bed. "Sit," he commanded softly, before disappearing into the bathroom.
Duo dropped off the sandals and paper umbrella, unburdening himself and emptying his sleeves before he settled onto the bed, scooting back and tucking his legs up under himself to wait.
A minute later Heero emerged, holding something in his hand. He walked over to the bed and knelt beside his lover reaching up to with one hand to grasp Duo's chin. The white cloth in his other hand caught the light from the hall as he raised it up and started washing the make up off Duo's face in slow smooth strokes.
Duo leaned into Heero's careful ministrations, his eyes half closing thoughtfully as he glanced down at his lover.
"Heero... What's going on?" he asked softly, his heart trip-hammering against his ribs both in confusion, and because of the proximity of his partner.
Heero exhaled softly, just a breath of air, "You saw the monitors." The hand with the cloth paused. "Close your eyes."
Duo obeyed, leaning down just a bit to give Heero better access, and murmuring a quiet agreement. "I didn't know he was in there when I went to pick the lock..."
Heero ran the cloth gently over Duo's eyes, washing away the paint. "I wasn't jealous." He paused again, thinking the statement over again, finding an error. "Correction: I was jealous but it was brief."
"Then what were you thinking about when we got to the attic?"
The paint was gone and familiar skin looked back at him. Heero let the washcloth fall to the floor. "I... " It was hard to explain and he wasn't sure he had enough words for this.
As the cloth fell away, Duo opened his eyes and peered down at his lover. He could see Heero struggling to explain, long familiarity with his terse partner giving him an insight few had. Cocking his head slightly to one side, he reached down and took one of Heero's hands in his own.
"Come up here, please... I feel... strange, looking down on you."
Heero blinked and stood, "The door," he said, by way of explanation, moving to close the door while he gathered his thoughts.
Duo allowed a soft, half-chuckle escape his lips as he nodded in agreement. As Heero turned back, he scooted a little further back on their bed and patted the open space beside him.
Heero took the invitation and sat on the bed, though he didn't speak, just stared gathering his thoughts.
Duo plucked shyly at the hem of one volumous sleeve; his fingers absently sliding over the embroidered silk as he too ordered his thoughts. His gaze slid over to Heero, peering up from under his lashes briefly before he glanced back down at the phoenix spread across his tucked up knees.
"Ya know... for all that I've made it a habit of studying you... I'm still not very good at reading your mind. I'm sorry. I wish... I wish I could be better at it for you. Then we wouldn't need words..."
Heero looked to Duo for a moment, before shaking his head, "Iie. You're..." he reached up a hand and let the callused palm rustle against Duo's cheek for a moment. "You shouldn't have to read my mind. " His hand fell away from Duo's cheek and he forced his eyes to meet Duo's as he spoke. "I'm sorry, about how I acted."
"Why?" Duo asked, brows drawn together in confusion.
"I wasn't jealous. But I was... cold to you. And I promised myself I wouldn't be that way to you again."
"If it wasn't jealousy... then what was it?"
In his mind, Heero lined up his thoughts like always, a row of tin soldiers that he could examine and present to his lover. "When I saw you... in front of Rip...." Heero paused again, not really sure how to say it so that it would make sense. Mission reports had been so much easier. Everything was so simple in battle. Enemy seen, target acquired, target destroyed. It hadn't prepared him well for ... sharing.
Duo, for once, held his tongue, waiting patiently for Heero to align his train of thought. He knew how hard it was for his lover to verbalize emotional matters. Duo could wait all night if that's what it would take. Heero deserved that much at least for dealing with his own babble-mouthed self on a regular basis.
The silence that followed surprised Heero slightly. He glanced at Duo, seeing the patience sitting unaccustomedly on his face. Duo really was far too good to him. Heero drew in a deep breath. "I knew I loved you... " He licked his lips. "I've known that for a long time. But when I saw you with him... It was your right, you could have, but I knew you hadn't. And then I realized how much I need you." He knew he wasn't making much sense but it was the best he could do.
Duo blinked away the quick flash of moisture that sprang to his eyes at Heero's words, shaking his head slightly before he responded.
"Are... are you... afraid, Heero?" he asked, his voice a bare whisper.
That took Heero a moment to compute. Fear wasn't something he equated very well either. "It... I'm not used to needing anyone. " He splayed out a palm on his lap and could see a few faint scars webbed across the skin. "It's... new."
Duo absorbed this for a moment before his hand crept out tentatively and covered Heero's. He closed his fingers over the slightly scarred skin, and drew Heero's hand up to his lips for a small, tender kiss.
"You're stuck with me, you know..." he murmured into the palm.
Heero 's eyes warmed and he drew in a sharp breath, though whether it was the softly murmured words or the gentle pressure of the kiss that drew it from him he didn't know. His hand crept out of Duo's grip and slid behind to rest at Duo's neck, pulling him in. "Aishiteru, Duo," he breathed into the kiss.
Duo melted into Heero, an almost relieved sigh of contentment slipping from his lips. His arms came up around Heero's sides and he seized the Japanese youth as if his life depended on it.
Heero felt Duo melt into him and something within him loosened. Duo understood. That was good. Duo was kissing him back and holding him so tightly that there might be bruises in the morning. That was better.
While Heero plundered Duo's mouth, his hands crept up into the thick bun Duo had been wearing all night, loosening the hair until it fell completely from it's restraints.
Duo finally pulled away to draw a breath, sucking in a lungful of air to cool off some of the heat burning in his veins and threatening to singe him to ash. As his eyes fluttered open again and he glanced into his lover's Prussian gaze, he groaned and sagged against Heero once again.
"God... I'm dying here... that look..."
A sly smile flitted onto Heero's lips as his arms slid down to encompass his lover. "I do have that defibulator thing..." he suggested, gesturing with his head to the case by the door.
"If you keep looking at me like that, I may need it," Duo whispered, nuzzling into his lover and bending his head to nibble at the hollow of Heero's throat.
The sly smile took on a wicked glint as Heero's hands worked around to play with the fastening of the Geisha robe. He curved his neck and his lips moved down Duo's ear, nipping just slightly at the lobe. "Charge."
Duo shifted a little, turning his head to seek out Heero's lips with his own. His hands wandered back up, sliding around to the front of Heero's jumpsuit and slipping the zipper down a bit more with a harsh rasp. As his tongue sparred with Heero's Duo burrowed his hands under the EMT suit and massaged along Heero's ribs. After a long moment, he finally broke off the kiss and rested his forehead against Heero's.
"Zap," he murmured playfully.
Heero drew in a slightly ragged breath as his hands finally pulled free the tie on the kimono. His hands splayed forth the robes with relish and his eyes smoldered as they looked over Duo.
Duo swallowed back another soft moan, his eyes drifting shut and his head falling back on his shoulders again.
"Better up the voltage..."
Heero ran his hands through the length of Duo's hair, luxuring in the feel of it as he pulled it to run down his lover's back. "That can be arranged."
Duo could feel his breath speeding up as his body struggled to regain its center. Problem was, he wasn't entirely sure he wanted his body to find its center... Now Heero, Heero could feel free to find his center for him... A slightly vexed growl burst from his lips as he raised himself up on his knees.
"Help me... Can't until the obi... want out of this thing now..." he said, turning a little to let Heero get at the intricate fold and knot at Duo's back.
A chuckle worked out of Heero's lips as he expertly rid his lover of the garment. "You look beautiful in it," he mused. "But... without it..."
Duo smiled as he let the silk slide down his lithe frame and pool around his crouched form. He turned back towards Heero and reached for the zipper of Heero's costume.
"You were the smart one... Much easier to get out of," he replied with a wicked grin.
"The thought did occur to me." Heero said, his voice dry.
"See? Always knew... that you were... a genius," Duo said as he leaned forward and feasted once again at Heero's neck and throat.
Heero moaned softly as he felt that hot mouth at his throat and his hands spasmed on Duo's back. Then they started moving up and down his partner's muscled back, kneading as they went, glorying in the feel of the firm flesh and hard muscle beneath his touch.
Duo arched into the touch, pressing forward until his chest molded to Heero's.
"You have about a million years to stop that, Hee-chan," he muttered happily.
"Wouldn't be long enough." Heero managed to respond as he hooked a leg around Duo, drawing him closer still.
Duo grunted an agreement as he brought his hands up to Heero's chest and pressed forward, slowly easing his lover over backward until he lay sprawled under Duo. With an impatient growl, Duo kicked the kimono away from his legs, freeing him completely, before letting his hands wander down to finish stripping the jumpsuit from Heero.
Heero arched into Duo's touch letting him slide the jumpsuit off and discard it where his would. His hands slid down Duo's back and then clutched him to him as he reached up for another kiss.
Duo happily complied, his tongue stroking playfully against Heero's lips before plunging into the warm cavern of his lover's mouth. If it hadn't been for the lack of oxygen, he never would have broken it off, but his lungs finally protested the treatment and he withdrew only far enough to satisfy his body's demand.
"I don't know if I can live without you... You're like my drug..." he gasped.
Darting up to steal another kiss from the corner of Duo's mouth, Heero rasped out, "My addiction. " His eyes glowed slightly as his hands encased Duo's ribs, "And I don't want a cure."
"Good," Duo breathed, settling to lay atop his lover, their bodies blending into one long line of flushed contact and sweat damp skin, "Don't think there is one..."
The tones in Duo's voice were going to drive him crazy, Heero was sure of it. He twisted his legs around Duo's more securely and gave in to the urge to flip them over and did so, his hand cushioning Duo's neck.
Duo couldn't stifle the small chuckle or hide the grin as he suddenly found himself staring up at Heero.
"Yeehaw. Oh wait... Tryan was the cowboy..."
Heero 's smile turned into something approaching a leer, "Does that make me the vampire?" He mouthed Duo's neck with a grin.
Duo turned his head, offering up more of his sensitive throat to Heero's wandering mouth.
"Only if you promise to suck me dry," he replied with a saucy grin.
"No problem." Heero breathed as he slid downwards slightly, tracing the line of Duo's chest.
Duo hissed in pleasure as Heero's talented mouth seemed to find every bundle of nerves along the way. His hands tightened on Heero's shoulders, fingers seeking some purchase to keep a grip on his swiftly unraveling sanity.
Caught between the intoxicating taste of Duo's skin and the tormenting press of his lover's fingers, Heero groaned on Duo's chest, nipping the skin lightly in revenge. One of his hands managed to find it's way to Duo's nipple and tormented the hardened flesh as his mouth sought its place on the other.
Duo bit his lip in a vain attempt to halt the inarticulate cry of surprise and need from escaping him. He shuddered under Heero; his body arching up into the Japanese youth's desperately.
"God... yer killing me here..." he moaned.
Heero levered his body against his lover's, holding the arching form against the bed. "And you're bringing me to life. " He murmured in reply, lifting his head from his task for only a brief moment. "It's only fair."
Then his mouth returned to Duo's skin as if drawn there by some irresistible force, licking and tasting his way down Duo's sternum to the flat stomach.
"So I'm stealing my own life... to give to you? Once a thief..." his voice trailed off into an incoherent groan as he collapsed back against the bed and gave himself up to enduring Heero's torture.
Heero pressed his lips to that flat stomach as his tongue tasted Duo's navel for the hundredth time. "A master thief," he replied at last, savoring the look of his lover lying beneath him.
His hands slid down to grasp Duo's hips and he smiled wickedly once more as he lifted Duo just slightly to move him.
Duo's hands slipped from Heero's shoulders to bury into the perpetually wind-tossed locks of his hair. His breath stuttering in his chest, Duo shifted to where Heero moved him, so much human clay in his lover's hands.
"Maybe... you should have... been a firefighter... instead of an EMT..."
Heero's hands slid temptingly up Duo's side as he paused, "But I thought firefighter's were supposed to put out the fire... I want it to burn." With that said, he engulfed Duo's hardness without any other warning.
Duo's only response, the only response he even could make, was a strangled gasp of pleasure. His whole body seemed to seize up as Heero bathed him in liquid fire. After a very long moment, he remembered to breathe again.
"Burn, baby... burn..."
Heero thrived on those whispered words, every sound driving him on. His hands curled around, down Duo's waist, to his hips, settling there as if they were made for the spot. He could live on this, the taste and the heat. It felt like it would burn him to ashes and dust.
It was too much. The delicious torture Duo had already endured, combined with Heero's unholy talent, quickly drove Duo over the edge of the crumbling remains of his sanity. With a hoarse shout, he surrendered his essence to Heero and melted into a pliable human puddle across their bed.
With the same ruthless efficiency that had eradicated many a battlefield, Heero caught every drop of Duo that came within reach. He felt Duo melt bonelessly into the bed and smiled with satisfaction as he finally lifted his head, his hands still refusing to break contract with Duo's skin as he made his way back up Duo's body.
The longhaired American wrapped his arms around Heero's shoulders as he crawled languidly up his body, as loathe to break contact as his lover.
"I can't be Death anymore," he mused quietly, his voice slightly fuzzy with amusement and contentment.
Heero cocked an eyebrow in question as he lifted his head slightly to gaze at his lover, memorizing again every detail of expression and nuance of glance.
Duo smiled tenderly as he met Heero's glance. He licked his lips and sighed happily before answering.
"You killed Death. You set Him on fire and burned him to cinders and. But then, all you have to do is look at me, and it's like I'm born again... I can't be Death anymore... Guess that's why I picked the phoenix," he said, nodding at the crumpled pool of violet silk at the foot of the bed.
Heero nodded, it made sense. Fire and ashes, purple and gold, death and rebirth... they all fit his lover so very well. "My light," he said satisfiedly as he pulled Duo as close as he could, laying an arm over his chest.
Duo's heart thumped painfully in his chest at Heero's words. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to dam up the sudden tears.
"God... I need you so much..."
The words echoed his thoughts so eerily, and Heero felt his throat close up at them. He leaned over and stole a kiss from Duo's lips before brushing his lips against his lover's closed eyes. "Need you more than light... or air... or that's what I was trying to tell you before. " He forced a small smile to his face, "Even more than my laptop."
Duo felt the chuckle bubble up from his chest, and his arms tightened against Heero's body almost painfully.
"Now that IS love," he teased gently, softening it with a stolen kiss of his own... "But if you need me as much as I need you... then take me. I'm yours... forever."
Blue eyes caressed Duo's face with a look, "I don't have to. You have me. Always koibito."
Duo forgot to breathe yet again as Heero's words washed over him like a cool wind. After a long moment, he opened his eyes once again, their depths sparkling wickedly as he gazed up at his lover.
"Is that so?" he asked innocently, one hand trailing down Heero's shoulders and back to slide around between them and toy absently with a rather firm unresolved issue.
Heero gasped as his thoughts momentarily short-circuited, the synapses failing to connect. He struggled to get the words, any words out of his mouth. "Duo..." It was something.
"Yes?" Duo replied, his voice all honey and childish glee as he deliberately squirmed beneath his partner in a highly illegal manner.
Heero gathered himself up enough to mock-glare at that forbidden wiggle before reaching out with his hands to do some tormenting in return. "Wicked baka," he mumbled as his hands slid down Duo's back to curve around his buttocks.
"One might almost say evil," Duo agreed easily enough, his hand busily stroking Heero's length in a counterpoint to his squirms.
With a gasp, Heero rolled himself onto his lover, putting Duo's own hand between the both with a slightly triumphant grin. "Evil indeed," he growled huskily as his mouth dove for Duo's collarbone.
"Cheater," Duo gasped, freezing for a moment as Heero attacked one of his multitude of weak spots.
Heero devoured the sensitive flesh at the divot below Duo's neck breaking off to let his voice snake up, "Terrorists don't have to play by the rules."
"Really? Good," Duo murmured, withdrawing his hand.
Stealing one of Heero's own moves, he rolled them both, until Duo lay sprawled atop his lover. With a triumphant grin, he sat up, straddling Heero's hips as he cocked his head to flick his mass of hair over his shoulder. With a calculating smile, he let the fall of chestnut silk settle atop Heero's chest and stomach, a million tiny hands tormenting his lover in a way that Duo's own nimble fingers would never be able to.
The intimate touch of the million tiny strands drove a groan from his lips and his hips pressed upwards, lifting him and Duo both off the bed for a moment. "Duo..." he moaned, hands clenching on Duo's thighs.
Duo smiled tenderly down at his stricken lover, gathering up a handful of his hair to draw enticingly over Heero's chest, his throat, to press lightly to his cheek.
"I love you, Heero," he murmured before he lowered himself to press a kiss to Heero's lips.
Heero kissed Duo back deeply and chased his lips up as far as he could when the kiss was broken. "I... love you..." he managed to get out in ragged breaths.
Duo rested his forehead against Heero's for a moment, nuzzling his lover's cheek between soft, heated pants.
"I want you... I want to be inside you... make you mine..." he finally managed to murmur, his tongue darting out to swipe across Heero's cheek teasingly.
Heero tangled that tongue with his own for a moment before replying. "Need you Duo... I'm yours..."
Duo smiled, his eyes warming with another burst of that fire Heero could kindle within him as his hand blindly slipped up under their pillows to find a familiar tube. He pulled it out and flipped off the cap, the tangy sweet aroma hit his nostrils, bringing a nostalgic grin to his lips.
"Faun the savior," he murmured.
The words drifted down to Heero and he grinned slightly at the remembrance. "Thought that was your job."
"No... This is my job..." Duo replied mischievously.
He squeezed a glop of the lube onto his fingers before dropping the tube into one of Heero's empty hands. Then with another wicked grin, he slid his hand down between their bodies, shifting until he could slip his fingers to Heero's cleft and tease the puckered entrance there.
"And I gotta tell ya... I love my work."
With a husky moan, Heero moved to allow Duo better access and tried for coherent speech. "It's a dirty job..."
"But someone's gotta do it," Duo quipped, sliding a finger in carefully. He leaned down and distracted his lover by nipping playfully at one pouting nipple until Duo could slip another finger in. As his tongue teased the flesh into attention, his fingers probed and sought, looking for their prize.
The attentions were almost maddening. The sensations bombarded him from all sides and when Duo's fingers found what they sought, Heero couldn't help the slight noise that strangled itself from his lips. His body couldn't decide what to do, thrust down on those probing fingers or to arch into that oh so tempting mouth. He couldn't decide, he couldn't even think any longer.
Duo's hand almost stilled and his jaw clenched slightly at Heero's reaction. He felt his blood heat another impossible notch. God Heero could make the sexiest sounds!
As he relaxed his lover enough to slip a third finger in, Duo withdrew his mouth long enough to murmur against Heero's chest, "Better use that before we both burst into flames," he managed, nodding towards the almost forgotten tube clutched in Heero's hand.
Nodding slightly, Heero 's voice whispered, "Now, koibito." His hands reached up trying to pull Duo closer, to draw him into him if possible.
Withdrawing his hand, Duo had to swallow back the moan that threatened to choke off his breath as Heero coated his aching flesh and pulled him tighter. Withdrawing his hand, he met Heero's eyes and shifted to position himself.
"Your wish is my command," he whispered, pressing forward until he was sheathed in Heero's tight heat.
Heero moved to meet his lover as best he could and moaned as he felt Duo inside of him. So complete... His mind couldn't comprehend anything beyond the utter rightness of the moment.
Duo let himself drown in Prussian depths until he felt Heero relax around him. Surfacing only long enough to grab a breath so he could drown once again, Duo withdrew and thrust in again, setting a steady, maddening rhythm.
The rhythm pounded through Heero's body, into his very blood, he could feel it with every pulse of his heart. He thrust to meet the rhythm, clutching to his lover and moving against him as best he could. And then the rhythm wasn't enough and it seemed to be driving faster and faster, something primal and out of control.
Duo gave up conscious thought, gave up the tattered remains of reason, gave up even his tenuous grasp of the world around him, and narrowed everything within him down to the single reason of his existence. Heero. Once again he felt that wave of searing heat rising writhing the center of his being, that wing of incarnate fire washing over him with each restless flex of his hips. He shifted his grip from Heero's hips, slipping down to wrap around hills lover's shaft to thrust some of that raging fire into him as well.
Heero could feel everything falling away when Duo's hand wrapped around him. His mind, what was left of it, was divided once more whether to thrust up into that hand or drive more deeply into him. His body moved on pure instinct, burning with the passion and heat that Duo kindled within him. It was as if Duo's phoenix had taken root in his chest and was bursting forth from there in flames.
Once again, Heero proved to be too much for him. Duo felt his whole world disintegrate into a phosphorescent whirlwind of sparks and ash as he exploded within Heero. His lover's name burst from his lips like a benediction, and all he could do was hold on and wait for the firestorm to wash over him and leave the fragile skeleton of his soul behind.
Heero could feel Duo's release inside him like liquid fire, burning in the very depths of his being. It lit him up like a match, every cell in his body igniting in the flash fire. His vision turned to smoke and his mind disintegrated in the sheer heat of it as his own body followed his lover's into the heart of the flames. "Ashiteru, Duo." The words seemed to drift from his lips on the smoke, like a prayer wafted on incense. And then the cooling blackness reached up to extinguish the flames that had become his entire world and Heero fell into it.
"Love you... need you... mine," Duo whispered as he settled against his spent lover. As he snuggled down against Heero and settled his head against the Japanese youth's chest, Duo felt his phoenix wrap fiery wings about them both, protectively, gently ushering them into quiet oblivion.
~Owari~
End of Part 3
Check out RavynFyre's illustration of Duo in Geisha costume for Halloween!
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RavynFyre, Kateri Marie and Diane Davis
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