9 Oct 1999
Sequel to Jealousy. Here's what happens when Heero comes back. Hope you like it.
DISCLAIMER: All Gundam Wing characters are property of Sunrise, Bandai Visuals, Setsu Agency, and Asahi TV. This work is not written for profit, but for entertainment purposes only.
WARNING: Contains yaoi scenes (light lime.) Do not read further if you are uncomfortable with male-male romantic and sexual relationships.
A dusky purple evening sky, courtesy of the L2 cluster weather program. Steady, low thrumming in the background, almost too quiet to hear - the constant companion to life in the colonies. And now, as I stand outside your house, the soft, sweet smell of night-blooming jasmine softens the anger, and the hunger.
Was I too rough? Too demanding? Not an assault - not meant to be. Just too much time gone by and too many nights spent alone and aching for you, Duo. Pain I couldn't show. Hn, that's nothing new. (I can hear you say it.) But it's *different* this time. This is pain I'm not in charge of. My body's in charge, wanting something so badly that it seems to operate without me. That's upside down, you know. I'm supposed to direct things, whether it wants me to or not. But...
Now your door opens and someone steps out. From the silhouette I can tell it's you - long, slim lines and braid riding down your back - sweet and sad and familiar. Beautiful Duo. You talk too much. You feel too much. You don't know when to quit. And because of that, I'm here, with a reason to live even though my way of life is completely invalid now. Because as irritating as you can be, what you hold at the very core of your being... is life. You, Duo, are so fiercely and beautifully alive that existence away from you seems dark and cold.
So ironic. Lovely Shinigami, benevolent god of Death, who gave me more life than I could cope with. Take this worshiper in... lay me on your altar. I live and breathe for you.
"Heero -" You've seen me and I step forward.
"Duo," I breathe, almost a whisper. "Look at you, Duo Maxwell, covered with star light..."
For a moment you simply stand and shine your moonlit eyes toward me. But a spasm of pain turns them dark and you turn away, your back to me now. Why can't you look at me? Have I caused you that much pain? Have I been so wrong about what you wanted?
"What happened with Hilde?" I ask, steeling myself for the answer. I've survived so many blows, but this one, if it comes, might well prove to be fatal.
"Hilde's gone," you say softly. "I made her cry, talking about you. I didn't know... she was in that deep, or that I cared that much about her feelings." You turn around slowly and look me in the eye. "It was like killing someone, Heero. But I couldn't lie to her - she deserved the truth."
"What truth is that, Duo?" I murmur, stepping closer to you.
"That I love you, more than I love my own life. That I want you to stay with me. That we belong together. Just a few little things like that." A small grin, faint echo of a boy I knew during the war.
"Are you angry with me - for this afternoon?"
"Not angry, Heero. Just a little dazed. Hilde and I never... were together all that often, but I guess we were both pretty lonely and things got a little outta hand this afternoon. I was pretty weirded out from that and then... then you were there, doing it to me, too. I felt so strange - torn in half..." You stop talking for a moment and laugh to yourself. "Duo Maxwell, ritual sacrifice for not one but two sex maniacs. Yup, that's me."
You duck your head now, and I close the distance between us, reaching out to lift your chin with my hand. "I don't mind two sex maniacs, Duo. But I'm one and you're two and that's where the roster ends. Agreed?"
You don't respond in words. Your body speaks for you, eloquence itself as you take my hand from your face and kiss the palm of it. Closing your eyes, those long, long lashes sweep over the sensitive skin and I shiver with anticipation. I lean over and catch your mouth in a kiss, soft as a whisper at first. Wonderful, forbidden food for a soul that's spent its life hungry.
My arms move around you, hugging your body to me, low and tight, while your hands move over my stomach and chest, coming to rest on my arms. I feel your hands tighten on me. Feel your need. Resting my forehead against yours, wondering if some things, some situations are destined to be,
I can't believe how right this feels. You're my friend, my best friend, and the best MS pilot I've ever known. And yet, standing here, letting my lips drift toward yours and moaning softly as we start to nuzzle each other, I have to admit you have a new label.
Perfect match. Soul mate. The One...
We move inside, our clothing a trail to the bed, and spend a good hour doing nothing but kissing. The fire is building in both of us, but this time, we can let it smolder for a while. There's time... so much time. What was that ancient saying, "An embarrassment of riches." And you are, Duo. A treasure chest that I begin to unlock with my mouth against your neck and your hands in my hair.
Pressed against the length of you, staring into your eyes - I feel as if I'm looking at something that's had to have been locked away until now. Now I can look at you the way I've been wanting to. And looking into your eyes, I'm falling far, far down into you. So far down I know I'll never be completely free of you again.
You're the one that moves us higher this time, arching up against me as you brush your lips over mine. Just a little invitation is all I need and the next thing we know, we're one, flesh and spirit.
We don't take our eyes off each other as the ancient rhythm finds us. No resisting these demands, these movements, and as they drive us everything else fades. The world is only you and me and this, the oldest of all human rites.
I move inside of you, and we send each other over, free falling into drunken kisses. And now, wave after wave of possessiveness hits me. Sweet and intense as I nuzzle the damp skin on your neck, nip at your ear, and find myself growling softly, "*My* Duo... *my* Duo..."
And you, hearing my words, tighten your arms around me and whisper, "I'm yours..."
owari
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