02-Aug-2004
Title: Sobering Moment (1/1)
Author: tkmaxwell777
Blood Type: Amaretto Sour
Category: Shonen Ai/Yaoi
Pairings: 2x1
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Humor, Language, Lemon. Implied drug abuse by name-mangled cartoon characters *blushes*
Archived: www.gwaddiction.com and TK Maxwell Original Christian and Yaoi Fiction
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or its characters. Bandai,
Sotsu, Sunrise, and the original Japanese creators do. This story is
a parody of their defined universe and is in no way an official
continuation of the original story. I consider all underage
characters engaging in sexual activity to be Emancipated Minors or
the social equivalent under military service. This story is for
entertainment purposes only. It is a fantasy and should not be read
as a realistic representation of actual romantic relationships.
Content is not intended to condone or condemn any of the lifestyles
or viewpoints portrayed through the characters. I make no money at
this. I write only for the pleasure of feedback!
Duo wrestled with getting Heero's apartment door open as said Japanese man leaned against him. Duo could barely make out mumbling, something about the improbability of ducks being shot in rabbit season and the stereotyping of people who talk with speech impediments, Heero's own words slurred. The former Deathscythe pilot just shook his head in disbelief as he hoisted his charge inside, contemplating couch or bed as a final destination. He'd never seen Heero Yuy drunk before; the very concept was unheard of considering the amount of control the other man exerted over his mind and his body. That Heero was only pretending to be drunk at the moment made the situation register even higher on Duo's weird-o-meter.
He'd teasingly accused the former Wing pilot of being intoxicated earlier at the bar when Heero had begun laughing at his jokes and making silly - and sometimes rather suggestive - comments in response, but he hadn't thought that Heero would take the act this far. Duo knew alcohol wasn't responsible for his friend's seeming lack of inhibitions; Heero hadn't had nearly as much to drink as he usually did. Duo had no clue why the Japanese man would want to feign an inebriated state, but he intended to find out before he left the apartment. Heero never did anything without a good reason. Months - hell, years - of being Heero's friend had taught Duo that.
Heero had moved to the colony seven months ago, after remaining on Earth for three months following Mariemaia's uprising. Duo had been more than thrilled about Heero showing up. Truth be told, he'd missed the Japanese man, and this gave them a chance to be friends during peace instead of only while fighting. Duo still worked at the scrap yard he co-owned, but even though he'd offered Heero a job there, the other man had decided to work for a software company while doing side research work for Preventers. It seemed to be working out well for Heero.
Duo had managed to get Heero into his apartment building though, and Duo viewed that as a great success since they now spent of lot of their free time at each other's apartments. Over the past few months, they'd even developed a sort of TGIF ritual - after work, they would each go home and change clothes, and then Duo would come over to Heero's place, a couple doors down, to take him out clubbing. Duo had been shocked that his normally anti-social comrade wanted to involve himself in that kind of activity, but after a few weekends out together, he'd learned just how much Heero was trying to move beyond the soldier he'd been. Duo was glad to help his friend in any way he could, but as he stumbled through the living room, he concluded that this current behavior didn't seem to fall into that category.
"Yo-Sam-ite reminds me of Oo-Fei," Heero suddenly blurted, and then collapsed into a fit of laughter just as Duo decided the bedroom was the place to go. The braided man struggled to maneuver them down the hall - Heero was singing the theme song for the old Earth cartoon he was referring to, bouncing merrily on his feet - but Duo finally got them to the bed, dropping Heero to the mattress with a groan. The dark-haired man looked up at him, smirking lazily. "You remind me of Bugsy-boy. Smart, funny, and not afraid to cross-dress to get your man."
Duo was really getting concerned. Part of him wanted to just tell Heero that the jig was up; the other part couldn't help but be curious about what would happen next and wanted to let the charade continue. The latter part won out, and Duo sighed in mock exasperation, playing along. "Listen, Heero, you need to sleep it off, man."
"Have Zechs with me."
Duo blinked, noting the unfamiliar grin on Heero's face that was even weirder than the cartoon references. Although he was almost sure he hadn't heard Heero right, for a brief instant he entertained the idea of replying with "I'm not into threesomes, and I don't like blonds", but refrained and answered with "What?" instead.
Heero gazed at him, his blue eyes seeming to focus as his expression changed from silly to sultry so quickly Duo almost missed it. Almost. "Have sex with me, Duo."
Duo sighed. Who would have thought Heero Yuy would turn sluttish when he got wasted? Then again, Heero wasn't wasted, was he? Duo sighed again. This was just becoming too confusing. "Heero, listen. For whatever reason, you're not thinking too clearly, buddy. I'm not taking advantage."
"What if I want you to take advantage of me?" Heero protested, sitting up abruptly while trying to get his shirt off, the cotton getting caught around his arms as he pulled it over his head. His voice was muffled, but Duo still made out him saying, "What if I've never done this before and right now is the only way I can let it happen?"
"Yeah, right, and I'm into bondage," Duo replied flippantly, becoming a little uncomfortable with where this seemed to be heading. Heero wasn't into guys. What was his friend thinking?
"Well, I may have some 'Duo-proof' cuffs in the drawer." was the answer he received as a now shirtless Heero leaned over the side of the bed rather precariously.
Duo reached out and pulled him back from where he was trying to get into the nightstand. "Heero, come on. You don't want to really have sex with me. I'm flattered by the offer, really, but I'm not going to let you do something you'll regret." His body yelled at him for passing up the opportunity, and even his heart protested, but Duo's mind was made up. He would not let Heero do something stupid for. whatever reason Heero was doing it.
Heero lay back down on the bed, running his hands over his firm chest, fingers tracing his rapidly hardening nipples. "Regret? The only thing I regret is waiting so long to do this." His words didn't sound quite as slurred as before, and it made Duo angry to think that Heero really believed he was stupid enough to still think Heero was drunk. Was it possible that his friend thought so little of his intelligence?
"Look, man, I don't know who you think you're fooling, but this has gone far enough."
"Do you know that I come home every day from work thinking about you?"
Duo stopped mid-sentence. That was unexpected. "What?"
Heero smirked. "I take off my clothes, imagining what you'd look like naked. I lie down on this bed and touch myself, wondering what you'd do to me if I ever asked you to do it for me. I do it every day, Duo - every day."
Was this for real? Duo could only gape at his friend as Heero's hands went down to his pants and unfastened them, the zipper seeming loud in the room. Was this really happening? Duo tried to get some kind of coherent sentence out, but his mind just wasn't engaging properly in light of what he was seeing. How long had this been going on? Could Heero be telling the truth, or was this just some kind of game to see if Duo would believe him?
"Do you know how many times I've played this out in my mind?" Heero asked him as he parted the denim fly, his hand reaching inside. "I want to have sex with you. I need to, Duo. The fantasies just aren't enough, and I can't stand thinking about you being with someone else when it could be me."
Duo was stunned. Okay, so maybe he did flirt with people, had in the past enjoyed a hand-job or blowjob if offered to him, but he wasn't promiscuous. He could count on one hand the number of people he'd actually had intercourse with, male or female. From what Heero was saying, the other man thought Duo had lovers on a regular basis. That bothered him. He hadn't actually been with anyone for several months now. He didn't know whether to be insulted that Heero thought he slept around, or flattered that Heero thought he was so desirable. When he looked at the body being exposed, he heard his own libido ask if it really mattered. Duo felt his arousal pulse as he began hardening involuntarily. Damn his hormones! Why did they always try to do his thinking for him at times like these?
He tried to reason with himself. Heero was his friend, and Duo didn't want to lose him because they did something as casual as a one- night stand, especially since Heero wasn't really plastered and would remember everything with great clarity. Sure, Duo had always thought Heero was very good looking, even when he'd shot him at the docks when they'd first met, but that attraction hadn't ever been presented with such a viable opportunity for fulfillment until now. Still, Duo valued his life; fucking Heero Yuy had to be a completely consensual thing, and he didn't like this duplicity between them for something this important. That thought held his libido at bay.
"Heero, I can't," he replied, trying to remain calm. "First of all, I'm your best friend, and I won't do something that will only end up making you hate me when it's over. Secondly, you're not even into guys, and I'm not going to take anyone's virginity when they don't really swing that way and are so out of it that they're being philosophical about cartoon characters. I may think with my dick sometimes, but I'm not stupid enough to do it when it comes to you."
Heero had kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks, and removed his pants and boxer-briefs while Duo was talking. He began stroking himself slowly, his gaze meeting Duo's. "I've never thought about my sexual preferences, but I'm sure as hell attracted to you. I've always been afraid to let go, but I can trust you. I know I can. Please, Duo." He arched into his own hand as it slid over the head of his shaft. "Please. have sex with me. Take off your clothes, touch me, and don't think about tomorrow. Tomorrow is a million light years away right now."
Duo bit his lip. He already knew that he 'sure as hell' was attracted to Heero too, and that wasn't making 'doing the honorable thing' easy. He thought about telling his friend that he knew he wasn't drunk, but what if this pretense was all that was giving Heero the courage to do this? If Duo refused him, would that be the right thing to do, or would it only make Heero feel more insecure? Even though he had never dwelt on the idea of getting sexually involved with his best friend, Duo couldn't deny that it was something he wanted now that it was being offered to him.
"You promise you won't kill me later?" he asked, his voice husky and sounding resigned even to his own ears.
"I promise. Please, Duo." Heero's hand was speeding up. "You don't know how long I've needed this."
Duo let out a heavy sigh and began pulling off his shirt. "I swear I have to be insane to do this."
"It's okay. I like you that way," Heero reassured him, the unexpected humor catching Duo off guard again.
It didn't take long for the American to have his shoes, pants and boxers off as well. Completely naked, he watched Heero stroke himself, blue eyes seeming to beg for a touch other than the one he was used to feeling. Duo took a deep breath and tried one more time to let Heero back out. "You really want me to do this? Once we start, I'm not sure if I'll be able to stop, Heero. Are you sure you it's okay?"
Heero nodded, his eyes drinking in the sight of Duo's unclothed body. "Yes. I'm sure." He spread his legs, his hand letting go of his erection as he stretched both arms above his head to give Duo complete control.
Duo moaned at the sight. How could he say 'no'? He knew he couldn't. "Well, if this is what you really want then I guess there's nothing else for me to do," he muttered as he leaned down to kiss Heero on the lips. He found the other man's mouth open and waiting, and he couldn't help but moan again as he slipped his tongue inside. Its counterpart was shy in its advances, and Duo took the lead, thrusting into the warmth of Heero's mouth with abandon. Heero tasted like alcohol and smoke from the bar, but it wasn't as unpleasant as it should have been. Their tongues soon twined together, the Japanese man's becoming bolder as Duo's hands wandered over his body.
"We need something to..." Duo began, pulling away from Heero's lips reluctantly.
"Drawer," Heero panted out, reaching his hand towards the wooden nightstand again.
"I'll get it," the braided man replied, sliding over firm muscle and soft skin to get to his target, causing Heero to groan, even as curious hands touched Duo hesitantly.
Duo decided he liked that sound a lot, and the feeling of Heero's fingers on his skin was even better. He definitely wanted more. This would probably be the only time he would be able to enjoy it. After all, Heero just wanted him to take his virginity, right? Once that was done, he probably wouldn't want to do something like this again. Duo tried not to feel used, but he couldn't shake the feeling. As he opened the top drawer though, all thought left him as he took in the various 'toys' that greeted him. Looking at his soon- to-be-lover spread out under him, he asked in an amused voice, "Been having some alone time?"
Heero flushed crimson. "Of course," he grated out, thrusting his arousal against Duo's hip as a distraction from his own chagrin. "How else do you think I get any pleasure?" When Duo didn't comment, Heero cleared his throat. "Just get the lube and finish what you started, Maxwell. We can talk when I'm more. coherent."
Duo felt that anger in the back of his mind flare again at Heero for continuing this charade. He pushed it aside and grabbed the indicated bottle before closing the drawer, a bit forcefully. This was the best revenge that he could have, right? Taking Heero's virginity seemed like fair compensation for being played this way. Sliding back into place, he rested on his calves, pushing Heero's knees up to his chest. He looked at the other man's face, noticing how Heero was watching him intently. The need he saw in the other man's eyes was so raw that Duo shuddered, and despite the bitter thoughts he'd just had a moment before, something about being Heero's first made what they were doing seem more than what it might have been with someone else. Duo opened the cap on the bottle and squirted out the slick substance onto his fingers, warming it briefly.
"Hurry," Heero ground out, wiggling enticingly.
Duo just gave up and decided to make sure they both had a good time in order to appease his conflicting emotions. He spread the other man's cheeks and pressed his finger to the tight ring of muscle, slipping the tip in slowly. "Got to stretch you a little. Since this is your first time, you're going to be tight. Just relax and let me get you ready."
Heero grunted and then hissed as Duo's finger slid in further. "Damn! Is it... always. this uncomfortable?"
Duo could feel him tensing up. "It is unless you relax," he retorted before leaning forward to take Heero's mouth in another kiss to distract him. Unlike Heero's earlier attempt, Duo's was a thorough distraction. After a few seconds, Duo felt the resistance fade and began moving in and out of the slick opening more easily.
"I didn't. think it would. take this long," Heero gasped out after Duo broke the kiss to let them breathe.
Duo looked down to see Heero sweating with exertion. It had to be hard for the other man to let him do this to him, especially since Heero wasn't in the least bit drunk like he'd claimed. Duo ran his hand along Heero's side, soothing him as he continued to move that one finger in and out of him. Anger and affection battled it out in his mind, and Duo's words reflected the conflict. "If I didn't give a flying fuck about you, then maybe it would be over already, but since I do care for you, I'm going to make sure I don't rip you open, Heero. Your job is to relax and let me do what I need to so I don't hurt you. Got it?"
Heero gazed up at him, passion-clouded blue assessing his features. "You really do care for me?"
Duo felt the muscle around his finger give more and added another, pulling them apart to make room for his pulsing length that was throbbing impatiently. "If I didn't I wouldn't be doing this." That was true on so many levels. Heero looked away at that, perhaps feeling a little guilty, Duo hoped. He let the subject drop and concentrated on preparing Heero for penetration.
It was easier said than done. Heero kept tensing up, and Duo had to keep getting him to relax all over again. Duo knew that Heero wouldn't enjoy this if he didn't let himself open up. The braided man finally decided that drastic measures were necessary. He began kissing down Heero's chest, stopping at his nipples for a nice 'How ya doin'?', before he reached the other man's erection. He leaned in to lick at the tip and was almost kneed in the head.
"Shit, Yuy! What the hell was that for?" He demanded, rubbing his shoulder where the contact had been made.
Heero actually blushed. "S-Sorry. It."
Duo glared. "What?"
"It tickled," the former Wing pilot snapped out.
It was all that Duo could do not to laugh outright at the expression on Heero's face. "Any other sensitive spots I should know about," he asked instead, receiving a scathing look.
"Not that I'm aware of," Heero replied softly.
Duo took that as a request to change the subject, so he just shut up and bent back down to his task, taking Heero's entire shaft into his mouth to avoid any other ticklish reactions. The unrepressed moan he received for his efforts was reward enough, but the taste of the man in his mouth was even better. He licked and sucked the heated flesh enthusiastically, and Heero opened up to him gradually until Duo's fingers were plunging in and out of him without any sign of discomfort on Heero's part. Feeling confident, Duo searched for the spot that would rock Heero's world; he found it - eliciting a surprised yet pleased shout from the other man - and began rubbing it in counterpoint to his sucking and licking. It didn't take long until Heero was at the edge of his endurance.
"Duo!" He growled menacingly. "I'm ready, damn it!"
Duo couldn't help but laugh this time. "I can't believe you're this demanding when you're the one getting fucked," he teased lightly. He noticed the returning blush to Heero's cheeks and decided he liked that look a lot.
"Well, if you keep doing that, I'm going to come before you. well, you know."
Duo grinned maniacally. "And we wouldn't want that, would we? Takes the messy fun out of it."
Heero blinked at him like he'd lost him mind, but before he could say anything to that, Duo was pushing his legs up to get positioned to enter him. Heero hesitated, causing Duo to pause as well, an eyebrow raised in question. Heero swallowed. "It just. feels. it's like I'm... I feel exposed." He wouldn't meet Duo's eyes, his face reddening more.
Duo could feel Heero trembling. What kind of control issues did Heero have exactly? It had always seemed like Heero's conditioning had been so much more intense than that of any of the other pilots, and Duo couldn't help but wonder just how much more intense. The trust that Heero spoke of was sacred, and the braided man wasn't so sure that he would be able to get through this unless they were completely honest with each other. "You don't have to be drunk to get me to have sex with you, Heero. You should know better than that. Thought you said you trusted me."
Heero flushed, knowing that the ruse was up. "I. Duo. I'm sorry. You're right. I just didn't know how to ask."
Duo tried to put himself in Heero's place then - a former soldier who was afraid to let down his guard, possessing the same hormones of any seventeen-year-old guy, but unable to reach out to someone to fulfill those needs - it had to be torture, plain and simple. Duo weighed the consequences of continuing, and those of not, and decided that it would be better to go on. If Heero really wanted him to take his virginity, Duo would oblige him. "We've come this far," he replied with a reassuring smile. "No need to waste all this time for nothing, right?"
Heero sighed in relief, his whole body relaxing completely for what had to be the first time that night. "Right."
Duo took the moment to position his shaft, the tip nudging the convulsing muscle. He looked down to see Heero's eyes close tight. Frowning, he rubbed Heero's thigh lightly. "Hey... look at me." Heero did so, and the braided man could see so many things other than need swirling in that deep blue now. Had this vulnerability always been there? He let his fingers trail down Heero's face, memorizing the feel of it in case things didn't work out later. "I want you to enjoy this," he whispered. "I want both of us to. Don't. don't try so hard. Just let it happen."
Heero's face seemed to lose its normal defensiveness. "Okay."
It was an expression Duo had never seen on Heero's face before but hoped to again. preferably another time in this bed without Heero pretending to be sloshed beforehand to get them there. He grinned at that thought and grabbed Heero's hips for leverage. Thrusting forward, the head of his lubricated shaft nudged into Heero's incredible heat. Heero moaned out how good it felt, how much he wanted this, and other incoherent things that encouraged Duo to slide in further. When his balls rested against Heero's buttocks, Duo let out a shaky breath. "Damn, Yuy. Feels so good. Can't believe you're letting me do this..."
"Have you... is it... always like this?" Heero asked softly, his face contorting in a mixture of pleasure and uncertainty.
Duo smiled at him. "It gets easier to relax. The more you're with someone."
Heero looked up at him, something hopeful in his eyes. "I think... I'd like that."
The former Deathscythe pilot moved his hips shallowly, gaining a shuddering moan from Heero. "Oh yeah? Well, let's see how it goes this time and then you can decide."
That hopeful look turned into something hungry. "Just shut up and pound me into the mattress, Duo."
Duo grinned wickedly at that before pulling back slowly only to push forward with more force. Heero cried out, arching into the thrust that obviously had hit the spot Duo had intended. It didn't take long for them to establish a rough rhythm, hard groin meeting soft cheeks with a sound that could only be defined as sexual, as the two men climbed higher towards climax. Duo shouted and swore out his pleasure while Heero grunted and groaned his. Sweat was rolling down Duo's neck, the small hairs around his face plastering to his skin. Heero was in a similar condition, wild hair now wet from their activities, and Duo thought the former Wing pilot looked better having sex with him than anything he'd ever seen him do in the past. He watched in anticipation as Heero suddenly reached back down to his erection, pumping the turgid member quickly. It was the end for both of them.
Heero tensed, his hand flying over his slick arousal even as he continued to meet Duo's thrusts. Warm seed burst from his shaft, spraying through his fingers and onto his stomach and chest, as Heero yelled out his completion. Duo felt the tight sheath around him constrict even further, pulling his own climax from him almost violently. He thrust in as deeply as he could, his release rushing out of him in rapid bursts as he threw back his head and screamed his satisfaction. It took him a few moments to regain his senses, but when he did, he realized he was lying mostly on top of Heero, panting like an asthmatic, sticky and sweaty and. completely sated. Heero's chest was heaving as he tried to catch his own breath, and although Duo knew he was resting heavily on the other man, he was too content to care if he ever moved again. He tucked his head under Heero's chin and closed his eyes.
"I can't believe I really did it," Heero muttered absently. "We really slept together. I didn't even have to use the toys to get you interested. It worked. It actually worked."
It took a couple of seconds for those words to filter through Duo's post-coital fogged mind. What had worked? He disregarded the first few things that he thought of first - Heero's erection? HIS erection? The lube? The position? The bed? - Oh yeah, the 'acting drunk but not being drunk' thing that had convinced him to have sex with Heero. Duo felt his anger from earlier surface again but didn't know exactly what to do about it. On the one hand, he didn't like that Heero had resorted to this; on the other, they probably never would have had sex if Heero hadn't. Would it be wrong to make Heero think he was going to get an 'ass beating' as well as an ass- pounding, even though Duo was almost sure he'd already forgiven him? Duo sighed. Well, maybe. They should talk about this, not act stupid.
"Why did you think you needed to pretend like that to get me in bed with you?" He asked, keeping his voice level to give nothing away. He couldn't help but be a little upset that Heero hadn't just asked him openly. He didn't like to be lied to, especially by someone he trusted. Friends didn't do that kind of shit to each other. He knew Heero could read the body language that his emotions were dictating, because arms tightened around him suddenly.
"Duo..."
"Why?" Duo asked in a voice that held a world of hurt. He struggled in Heero's hold, finally managing to push himself up so he could look at the other man. Okay, so maybe he was still angry and needed to vent a little. "I thought you said you trusted me. How could you and do something like this? I thought we were good friends..."
Heero winced. "We are good friends. I..." He faltered. "I didn't set out to make you think I was drunk, not at first, but the way you were treating me when you thought I was just made me feel... I thought..." The Japanese man sighed. "Ah hell, Duo. I've been in love with you since before Mariemaia," he suddenly blurted out, catching Duo totally off guard. "I can't be logical about this."
Duo's mouth fell open in shock. "In love with me?"
Heero put his arms back around him, pulling him closer, their chests touching again. "Before I came to get your help to rescue Relena, I thought you were with Hilde. When I found out that you weren't, I realized that I had. feelings for you. more than friendship. I just didn't know what to do about them. I know I should have told you, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. You love to tease me, and I was afraid you'd take it as a joke."
Duo gave him an incredulous look. "So you decided to fake being drunk just to have sex with me instead?"
"No!" Heero shook his head vehemently. "This wasn't just about the sex! I thought it would give me a chance to find out how you really felt about me. If you rejected my advances, I could act like my actions were because of the alcohol, and you wouldn't be angry with me since you thought I was drunk. I never meant to."
Duo glared. "But since I went along with it, you thought, 'Hell yeah, let's see how much of a slut Duo really is'? Was that it, Heero? I don't just sleep with anyone, you know, and I don't appreciate..."
Heero glared right back. "I know that. Do you honestly think I would have let you take me if I thought that? We didn't even use a condom, for Gundam's sake. I've never thought that about you, Duo, even though I often wondered if you did have regular lovers. The truth is that part of the reason why I did this was to be with you without all of this defensive bullshit you put between us all the time."
"What's that supposed to mean?" The braided man demanded. "I'm a hell of a lot more open than you, pal!"
"Are you?" Heero asked pointedly, his face set in a familiarly stoic expression. "If I'd told you outright tonight that I wanted a physical relationship with you, wouldn't you have acted differently? If I hadn't been in such a vulnerable state of 'being drunk', wouldn't you have teased me to hide your own insecurity at taking a step like that? Made it all about sex instead of how you feel?"
"I knew you weren't drunk before we even got to the apartment!" Duo countered hotly.
"That may be true," Heero retorted, "but you still reacted differently because of how I was behaving. Admit it."
There was a knowing look in Heero's eyes that pissed Duo off because he knew the other man was probably right. Okay, so maybe there had been times when he'd hidden the way he really felt about something behind a mask of humor. Most of those times had been during the war, before they had developed their friendship beyond simple comrades-in- arms, but Duo knew that some of them had been as recent as six months ago when Heero had first moved there. 'Guilty as charged' ran through Duo's mind, even though he hated to acknowledge it.
"All right, point taken, but it doesn't give you the right to lie to me," the braided man hedged.
"No, it doesn't." Heero agreed begrudgingly. "I shouldn't have done that to you, but I wasn't. I wanted to know." Heero fell silent, his thoughts too jumbled to get a coherent sentence formed. It pushed Duo off-balance again, and he reached for his ever-faithful defense mechanism.
"Well," he said with a smirk, "I guess I should be humbled that you went through with such a crazy scheme just to get me in the sack..."
"It wasn't just to get you in the sack." Heero interrupted, his voice holding an indignant tone.
"I was trying to make a joke here," Duo cut him off quickly. "Will you get over it already?"
"See what I mean? Always running away or hiding when I try to get serious."
Duo frowned. He knew Heero was right, but how could he change something so ingrained in his psyche? He sighed. "Look, I know you're not just after sex, or you would have done something about it before now. I get that. I guess I just want to know what you do want from me now that this has happened between us. Seriously."
Heero gave him a searching look. "Seriously? I want you to have sex with me like that, but because of how you feel about me, not just because I want you to do it. I want you to let me get close to you when we're together, not use your humor to keep me at arms length all the time..."
"Heero..." the braided man began, but didn't go on when Heero blew out a breath of obvious frustration.
"Listen, Duo. I don't expect 'I love you' to be a regular phrase between us, at least not until we both mean it and are comfortable saying it. What I'm hoping is that we can show each other how we feel in other ways. I'm not asking for roses and candlelight, or serenades and chocolates."
Duo fidgeted. "But I like chocolates." Heero tightened his hold, and the former Deathscythe pilot winced. He was doing it again and hadn't even be consciously aware of it.
"I'm asking for us to be partners in a different aspect of our lives," the Japanese man continued. "We trusted each other with our bodies during the wars. Why can't we do it with our feelings? Why can't we have great sex and still care about each other after it's over?"
Okay, so Heero wasn't being sappy; he was just being honest. Duo still couldn't help feeling uncomfortable. It was scary to let someone get that close, behind the masks, and inside your defenses. He actually admired Heero for being brave enough to do it. Then again, what did he really have to lose? He trusted Heero more than anyone, even after this little incident, so since they'd already begun a physical relationship, why couldn't they continue it and enjoy the benefits of being together? Would it be so bad to fall for his best friend while having the most incredible sex he'd ever experienced? Duo smirked. Of course not! It would be incredibly stupid to think that, and if there was one thing that Duo Maxwell wasn't, it was stupid.
"Okay, I guess we can try, but don't expect me to quit teasing you completely, Yuy. I'll try to give you what you're asking for too, but indulge me with my sense of humor, okay? I can't change overnight, so you're going to have to be patient with like I was with you and this situation." Duo gave him a level look. "I was pretty pissed off at first, you know? Don't play games with me like that again, or I'll walk away. Understand?"
The Japanese man nodded sheepishly. "Understood. I'm sorry."
Duo smiled at that. "Okay, apology accepted." He then decided it was safe to lighten the mood. "I guess I can go ahead with my plans to tie you up and use those toys on you until you're completely spent."
Heero smiled back at him, a genuine smile that made Duo's heart skip a beat. "You're on, pretty-boy. Or should I say 'Bugsy-boy'?"
Duo raised an eyebrow. "And just who would you be in this little cartoon personality scenario?"
"For what you have planned? Sounds like Writhing Coyote to me."
The braided man began snickering at that. It was a bad play on the name, but all of Heero's references had been so far, so it seemed fitting. The snickering soon turned into an all-out round of laughter that even Heero couldn't resist. Duo wiped his eyes, feeling good at enjoying a laugh with his best friend while lying in his arms. This could be the beginning of a very good thing. He continued the banter, "I guess I can see that, given your obsessive- compulsive tendencies, and all."
"A higher IQ tends to make one more eccentric," Heero grunted in a voice reminiscent of his soldier days, but his smile didn't waver.
Neither did Duo's as he rested his chin on Heero's chest, the smell of the other man's essence lingering there and making the American feel playfully possessive. "If that's what you want to call it. So long as you're mine, you can be whomever you want. I'd even be your ardent polecat, if you want to be my."
"Don't even go there, Maxwell," the former Wing pilot growled, his blue eyes flashing even as he swatted Duo's hip.
"Ouch! Okay, okay! I'll just settle for getting to pretend to be drunk next time." Duo then lowered his eyelashes in a way that should have been outlawed as too seductive. "Even Bugsy needs an excuse to do some things."
Heero rolled his eyes, something Duo had never seen him do before. "This coming from the man who talks philosophically about cartoon characters when he's sober. and after he has sex."
Duo grinned and then leaned forward to kiss Heero resoundingly on the lips, startling them both with his ease at doing so. Before he could change his mind about what he wanted to do next, he began nuzzling Heero's throat with his lips. "True. Did I ever tell you my Scoobidy-Doobie theory?" He took Heero's earlobe in his mouth, nibbling the fleshy part until he heard the other man's breath hitch. "You see, Vel and Daph are dykes, Blondie is rich but has been bribed to stay away from his family because he's gay, and Stubble-boy spends all of his time in the back of the van smoking illegal herbal substances with the Great Dane."
Heero gasped again, but not at Duo's silly ideas. A knowing hand was stroking his returning erection languidly. He managed to moan out, "I always wondered why they always had the munchies."
Duo laughed, his violet eyes taking in the other man's response to him and liking it immensely. "I'm not condoning that kind of activity, of course. In fact, I think someone should call PETA on them. That poor dog..." He rubbed his own arousal against Heero's, groaning at the velvety hardness.
"We'll call them later," Heero panted out. "For now, use that mouth for something other than philosophizing."
Duo looked at his best friend, watching as the flush of pleasure moved across his skin again. Would it be so bad to become intoxicated with the Japanese man? Duo quickly decided to imbibe and find out. He took Heero's mouth in a heated kiss, complying with his lover's request quite willingly. In that moment, he realized just how high he really felt, and it had nothing to do with alcohol or drugs - only the incredible man under him who was groaning for more.
His last thought before he lost himself to desire was that if sleeping together felt like this every time, neither one of them would ever be sober again.
The End
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