27-Sep-2000
Title: Perfect Fan
Author: Kimmie (JaenKaeGW@hotmail.com)
Archive: GW Addiction
Category: yaoi, lemon, attempted humour
Pairings: 1x2
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I mean no harm, I have no
money... Stuff like that. Yeah.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none.
Spoilers: none.
Notes: Sort of a response to a fic challenge issued by Nicole.
\...\=writing
*...*=emphasis
"..."=dialogue
/.../=thoughts
Once Heero and Duo were absent of stitch and seam, They regarded one another with cautious, appreciative glances. "So... Heero... you ever done this before?"
Heero flushed slightly. "No. You?"
Duo shook his head, his arms crossed lightly in front of him. "Nope. Just dreamed."
Heero took a seat on the edge of the bed. "Hai. Of Ranma and Ryouga."
Smoothing down the bedspread slightly, Duo sat at Heero's side, placing a soft hand on Heero's knee. "No. Of Heero and Duo... with names changed to protect the innocent."
Heero shook his head. "No. We are not innocent. We are beings of war... beings of mistrust, bad judgement, and fictionalized accounts of what we want our life to be. That's not innocent."
"It is decidedly so. We are the innocents, Heero. Innocence cannot be lost... even in war... even in fictionalized accounts of life. So don't go getting all teary-eyed or flying-fist on me because you think you're not innocent. I think you are... We are. We war, but with good cause and true heart, and that retains our innocence while others go spilling blood without cause. They're the ones who will live with it forever on their hands and in their minds. We are just two innocents... and for tonight, at least, we are innocent for each other... losing innocence in the purest of ways, but really not at all. Heero... Forget the problems of the world for a moment. No mobile suit is going to crash through the door and take us out. Zechs Marquise isn't going to come after you right now. Relena isn't going to find you here. I'm here... you're here... that's all... What are you going to about it?"
Trembling slightly, Heero did not take his gaze from the floor. "What do you want me to do about it, Duo?"
"Love me. Tonight... just love me. We'll figure things out in the morning, but for now, you for me, and me for you, we'll muddle through whatever we do, together... wherever we go." (1)
Looking up, Heero smiled slightly. "You sound so sure that things are going to work out. How *can* you be so sure?"
Duo reached over and pushed a piece of hair away from Heero's eyes. "Because I love you and love supposedly conquers all."
Heero gently grasped Duo's hand and rubbed it gently. "All?"
Nodding, Duo motioned Heero further onto the bed. "All."
With cautious movements, Heero moved toward Duo, who took to laying back on the soft comforter with a come hither gaze. Straddling him gently, Heero leaned down and placed a soft kiss to Duo's lips.
Duo moaned slightly as hands grasped his hips lightly and callused fingers began to trace over his body in a pattern that seemed to be for memorization. Those fingers were ones he knew well, but never like this. /I always thought having his hands on me would feel good... but this far surpasses anything I could *ever* imagine./
Heero continued to lavish kiss upon kiss and glancing touch upon glancing touch, preparing Duo to be prepared. (2)
When Duo began to arch his back and murmur light utterings of affection and plea, Heero groped around for the tube of lubricant. Trembling fingers grasped for the tube, pulling it into palm, and pulling palm to side. "Are you ready, my sweet?"
Duo nodded and brought his knees up, spreading them in wait. "Anytime now, Heero."
With exactness, Heero squeezed a dollop of the lubricant onto one finger, then pressed it to Duo's entrance, massaging slightly and entering slowly. Duo moaned in an awe-like manner at the sensations that filled him, especially when Heero felt around slightly, massaging the lubricant in and hitting every spot that felt good. After a moment, a second finger found it's way in, and then a third. Heero gently massaged the entrance, thrusting slightly with his hand and growing harder by the second because of the erotic sounds that Duo was producing in his pleasure.
Duo was gasping at every intrusion of the fingers now. "Oh, Heero... I'm ready..."
Kissing Duo with gusto, Heero pulled his fingers away, wiped them on the sheets, grabbed for the lubricant once again, and spread it across the head of his member. Duo whimpered in withdrawl and then gasped loudly as Heero pressed against his entrance with his strong, pulsing manhood, beginning to stretch him... to take him.
Moaning slightly into the warm depths of Duo's mouth, Heero pushed steadily in, relishing the velvet feel and the way Duo clawed lightly at his back. /Who ever knew anything could feel this good... or this right?/
Once Heero had entered Duo fully, he took pause to let Duo adjust to all of the new sensations that *he* must be feeling as well. Duo groaned once or twice and shifted his hips slightly, only exciting Heero more, before nodding. "Go on, Heero."
Pulling out slightly, Heero looked down on Duo before continuing. His face was contorted with passion and the soft moonlight that streamed through the cracks in the blinds was cast upon his face, the only light in the room other than the faint glow of the computer's screen. Duo writhed slightly beneath him, motioning for him to continue his act. Heero did just that, plunging into Duo and pulling out once more.
The pattern continued and the room filled with the cacophony of their passion. The noise even caused Quatre, Trowa and Wufei to leave their game of strip Scrabble in order to listen outside Heero and Duo's room, all with glasses to their ears.
Feeling himself hit the boundary of where pleasure was demanding to be gained, Heero took Duo's member in hand and began to stroke him at a similar tempo to what he was thrusting at. The tempo steadily increased with a most wonderful crescendo, hearts beating as drums would, skin sliding past skin with the flow of a bow on a violin as moved by a great musician, and the air filling with a concerto of passion before the final notes sounded, more pleasureful than any other work of art. The room grew silent, a grand decrescendo, the tempo slowing to nothing, and only two hearts left beating in synchronic resolve below the realm of human ear.
Pulling apart only slightly, Heero and Duo kept passion-slicked arms loose around one another and began to speak in low voices. "Thank you, Duo."
"Don't thank me, Heero. I'm the one who should be thanking you."
Heero kissed Duo's nose gently. "You're silly."
Kissing back firmly, Duo tugged Heero closer. "No. I'm yours, Mr. Perfect Soldier."
"Hn. I'm no perfect soldier, Duo."
Pulling away for a moment, Duo gave him an adorable glance-over. "You're right, Heero. You're no perfect soldier, just a perfect fan."
Owari. ^__~
Notes:
1 - In this line, the part after "but for now" is quoted directly from the Sondheim musical "Gypsy", from the song "Together".
2 - Parallelism is wonderful, isn't it, folks? *gag*
(:./jennykim/perfect5)
