16-Apr-2001
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or its characters, they are owned by Sunrise, Sotsu Agency, and Bandai (a bunch of stuffed shirts who don't realize just what they have. But we do, don't we? And we know just what to do with them.
Warnings: NC-17 full blown male/male yaoi (redundant, I know) lemon full of kissing, touching, nuzzling, hugging, stroking and sex.
Pairings: 1X2
Heero kept his promise and had his mission wrapped up in time to get home for his birthday, well for the last hour of it anyway. Heero had been expecting a `surprise' party because Duo had been so insistent. But the surprise was of a different sort when he walked through the house and there was no one there (no, not even the proverbial mouse).
//I'll bet he's pissed as hell and he's over at Quatre's.//
Heero punched the autodialer and Quatre answered. No, Duo wasn't there, they hadn't seen him. He tried Wufei's place. Wufei hadn't seen Duo either.
//I am in so much hell, right now.//
As best he could, Heero tried to shrug off that sudden feeling of impending doom that enshrouded him and went to the bedroom he shared with Duo. He'd think of a way to make it up to his lover while he showered. He knew that whatever he came up with, it would have to be better than great.
He sat on the bed and began to remove his shoes when he noticed something laying on his pillow. He picked it up, the size and the bright yellow of the envelope told him it was a card . . . a birthday card . . . his birthday card . . . left by Duo . . . a currently missing and probably madder than mad Duo.
"Oh, I'm not just in hell, I'm in deep shit, too," he groaned as he looked at the envelope.
He removed the card and opened it, a folded paper fell to the floor. Ignoring it momentarily, Heero read what was written inside.
'I'm sorry I couldn't be here to celebrate your birthday with you, especially after the big fuss I made about you getting back in time. I'm afraid something came up and I won't be back till in the morning. Please do me a favor and follow the instructions enclosed on that slip of paper, that way you can pretend I am celebrating with you.'
Heero read the note, the flourish at the end was signed 'Happy Birthday, You Sexy Thing – Duo.'
He sighed as he picked the note up from the floor and began to read.
'I've invented a game and you are going to play. It's called the birthday game. There is a list of items you have to collect. For each item collected, you have to remove some clothing. I want you naked and waiting for me when I get home. Now go to the CD player in the living room and remove the mix I made. And don't forget to take off some clothing (shoes don't count, get those off before the game starts).'
Heero was relieved, he hadn't screwed up Duo's plans after all. He decided he'd go along with the game, removing his shoes. He walked to the living room and removed the cd from the player and took of his shirt, leaving it there so Duo would know he had played the game.
Wearing only his spandex shorts (and what might or might not be underneath) he returned to the bedroom and loaded the cd into the player next to the bed. A hard driving dance beat emanated from the speakers. Heero recognized the song, it was one Duo would play sometimes while they were in bed, the words were simple 'I Feel Love' but the rhythm was mesmerizing, especially when you had your own rhythm going.
Heero smiled, the music invoked thoughts of Duo kissing him, Duo touching him, Duo doing things to him he didn't think were possible. The song was getting him hard, his erection began to strain against the material of his shorts. He stroked his crotch, imagining it was Duo's hand. He stopped abruptly, remembering he had the rest of the game to play first.
'Get your hand off your crotch, you naughty boy (it's not time for that yet) and go to the kitchen. There is a special treat waiting for you in the refrigerator. Since it's the only thing in there right now, you can't miss it. And remember, take off those shorts!'
Heero could not help but smirk, Duo knew him too well. He went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Inside were a bowl of strawberries and a bottle of champagne, the alcoholic kind. Next to the bottle were two champagne glasses, already chilled, a note lay next to them.
'Take off the shorts and I mean NOW buster! You had better be naked when you get back to the bedroom. And you will find some chocolate syrup in the cabinet, to go with the strawberries.'
Heero did as he was instructed and removed the only article of clothing he still had on. His spandex shorts. He never wore underwear.
He gathered up the champagne, the glasses, the bowl of strawberries and the chocolate syrup and returned to the bedroom. He almost dropped them when he entered the room.
"It took you long enough, Hee-chan," Duo teased, "happy birthday."
Duo lay seductively on the bed. He was propped up on one elbow and lying on his side with one leg bent. His hair was unbound, flowing loosely around him. And he was almost as naked as Heero. Almost except for one little article of clothing, except it wasn't really clothing.
Tied around his erection was the same red bow with white hearts Heero had worn for his own birthday a few months before. Duo had saved it, even had it dry cleaned (you should have seen the stares he got from the clerk and the other customers when he'd handed it over).
"So do you like your present?" he asked. "I loved mine so much, I decided I had to get you one too."
"How . . . uh . . . where . . .?" Heero stammered.
"Are you going to stand there all night with that dumb look on your face and your arms full? Or are you going to come and join me?" Duo grinned as he waggled his eyebrows.
Still a little confused, but happy, Heero crawled into the bed and unburdened himself of his load.
"Where were you? I could swear there was no one here but me," Heero asked, pleased to find Duo in the bed, naked, aroused and looking delicious enough to eat. Who needed strawberries?
"I'm not the master of stealth for nothing," Duo laughed, he didn't let Heero in on his little secret. He knew Heero would be late and planned his surprise around that. He'd only had to wait to hear him enter the house and hide in the closet. Of course, getting undressed and not making any noise while in there was not easy, but he had pulled it off.
Duo grabbed the bottle of champagne, "Why don't I open this, while you unwrap your present?" He removed the foil cover and began unwinding the wire that held the cork in place. Meanwhile, Heero was busy untying the bow and licking his lips in anticipation.
Duo eased the cork out of the bottle, removing it with a gentle * pop * and did not spill one drop . . . until . . .
"Hey!" he yelped and jumped, spilling some of the champagne. Heero was teasing the tip of Duo's erection with his tongue.
"He–Hee-ro," he gasped, "what a-are y-you doing? I-it's you're birthday, remember?"
"It's my present, you gave it to me, I can do whatever I want with it . . . and I want to do this . . ."
Heero resumed flicking the tip of Duo's erection with the point of his tongue. Duo moaned as Heero's tongue began tracing lines down and around his quivering cock.
The champagne bottle almost slipped from Duo's hand and he tried scooting far enough to the edge of the bed to lower it to the floor. But every time he'd scoot, Heero would pull him back
"H-Hee-ro . . . p-u-l-e-a-s-e," Duo groaned, "the b-bot-tle. I'm going to spill it," he managed to say as he raised himself to a sitting position. Heero took the bottle and put it on the floor, never skipping a beat as he engulfed Duo with his hot, wet mouth, his head bobbing up and down, traveling the length of his gift.
"I love to love you, baby," blared from the stereo speakers.
Duo remained in a sitting position and entwined his fingers in Heero's hair, his head still between Duo's legs. It felt so wonderful to be swallowed up by Heero's mouth, to feel his lips around his manhood, his teeth gently scrape and nip while his tongue brushed its end and licked its length. He was too aroused to move, except for the soft, metrical pumping of his hips to Heero's rhythm.
His climax came suddenly, almost catching him by surprise as waves of an incredible orgasm took over every nerve in his body, filling his senses with the ultimate ecstasy that only Heero could give him. He spilled over into Heero's waiting mouth and Heero drank deeply of Duo's essence, until every drop was consumed.
Duo flopped back on to his pillow, sated, happy, and speechless. Heero took this opportunity to capture his mouth in a ravaging kiss that left him breathless as well.
Heero cradled him in his arms while cheek nuzzled cheek, nose brushed nose and lips kissed lips, giving Duo time to recover.
Duo exhaled a long, satisfied sigh, "Damn, Heero. Who have you been taking lessons from?" he teased.
"You . . .baka," Heero grinned, "you want to see what else I've learned?"
"I'm supposed to be doing you tonight. You know, birthday game, champagne, strawberries with chocolate. I seduce you. You lay back and enjoy it. But somehow you managed to turn that around and you seduced me, instead," Duo chided, "you are such a sneaky little devil."
"If you didn't want me to play with Li'l Shini, you shouldn't have wrapped it up and given it to me," Heero chided back, "besides, we can still have the champagne and strawberries and we have the rest of the night to play your game."
"But Heero, that's going to have to wait, now," Duo said with a pouting lip.
"Oh? And why is that?" Heero asked, curiosity getting the best of him.
"Because the writer of this lemon needs to take a break," Duo said, glaring out from inside the writer's monitor, "and it had better be a short one," he added.
"A VERY short one," Heero added his own glare to Duo's, for extra emphasis.
"Uh-oh," was all that was gasped from the other side.
~*~
TBC
End of Part 1
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