24 Aug 2000
And a note about those pairing symbols -- I don't know how standardized they
are, but I've been using x for actual romance, including citrus, and + for
friendship, non-smoochy encounters, etc. In case that was confusing.
Enjoy, enjoy!
-- Lilias
Warnings: Shounen-ai/yaoi, lime (at least); semi-NCS (1x2); general insensitivity.
/The trembling looks
The conquering touch
Everything to you<
And into your flame
I follow you
The door creaked open, then closed. Heero leaned against it, a dim shape in the dim room. Flat bands of light -- moonlight, mostly, creeping in around the blinds -- lay across the floor and the legs of the desk. On the other side of the room, Duo was sprawled across his narrow mattress, arms behind his head. He was very still, and might have been asleep but for the glitter of his open eyes.
"Back already?"
Heero didn't move any farther into the room, but his hands gathered into fists.
"Unbelievable, Yuy. How long did you watch her tonight?" The voice was raw, vulnerable even as it lashed at him. "Three hours? Four? Pretty late night this time." Duo shifted, coming up on one elbow and one hand. "Jesus, you're a mess. She's got you so turned around you can't help yourself, hasn't she? And I'm supposed to kiss it better. Forget it, Yuy. Go to sleep."
When Heero didn't move, Duo sat up the rest of the way, elbows on knees. "Go <away>, Yuy. Better yet, go back over there. Throw little tiny rocks at her window till she lets you in. You know she will. Probably knows you're out there every damn night, panting in the dark -- "
Heero came away from the door at that, taking two steps into the room before he stopped, almost shaking with indecision. < Damn this place. Damn Relena.. Damn Maxwell -- > And then he moved forward enough to see Duo's eyes, the helpless desire in them that gave the lie to his angry attempts at rejection.
His own tortured hesitation stepped down, replaced by more confident calculation. This -- it had happened before, just like this. And it had been good.
He crossed the rest of the small room slowly, but reached the bed before Duo had time to do more than swing his legs off the mattress. Not quite giving up -- it wasn't giving up to give in to yourself, was it? -- Duo let himself be pushed back onto his pillow.
The kiss was slow, but it wasn't gentle. <He doesn't know how to be.> Powerful hands pinned his wrists above his head, stretching him out as he'd been when Heero first came in. He could have broken the hold -- he knew the same wrestling moves the other pilot had been taught -- but held still. Heero shifted to hold his wrists with one hand, freeing the other one to slide under Duo's clothes, maddening him with its explorations. <This ought to be a fantasy come true,> Duo thought helplessly, <so why does this feel like I'm being punished for something?> Rational thought was temporarily short-circuited by the combination of Heero's mouth and increasingly insistent hand, and Duo found himself moaning mindlessly against those fierce, relentless lips.
And then Heero stopped, his eyes hot blue slits even in the dark. He was almost incandescent.
"Duo. Will you."
"Will I what?"
"Do it. Like before."
"Say it."
A muffled curse. "Touch me."
Oh, yes. "That'll be easier if you let go of me."
That got him his wrists back, though he had to take a minute to flex the feeling back into his fingers. "That's why they line porn-store handcuffs with soft stuff, Heero. Geez, leave me some skin next time."
Heero's only reply was to bite his shoulder. Hard. "Okay, okay, Dracula. Try to hold it together. And get rid of those clothes."
He tried to torture Heero as he'd been tortured, keeping his touches slow and light instead of slow and rough, but the Wing pilot was having none of it.
"Stop playing, Maxwell. Do it."
"Ever the gentleman, aren't you?" <Oh, I'll touch you, all right. > And he did, trying to be as detached as Yuy, and failing miserably. It was too much. Having him this close -- over him, around him -- was beyond intoxicating.. His heart was too much in this, guiding his hands over the lines of that increasingly familiar body. <You want this over and done with, but I want all of you -- there's so much I could teach you, if you weren't in such a damn hurry.> But he was, he always was, and so Duo gave him what he came for.
When Heero's hand closed roughly around him at last, he gave in to the almost painful rhythm, reveling even in the cruelty of that touch. It was over very soon. Way too soon.
Gasping for breath, almost weeping with the intensity of his release, he collapsed back against the bed. Heero toppled next to him, his breathing just as jagged. When he could speak, his words struck Duo cold. "Don't worry. I won't ask you to do it again."
"Don't you get it, Heero? I don't care why you -- I know why you come here. And I don't care." His eyes closed in exhaustion; no point in fighting it any more, no point in pretending, even to himself, that he wouldn't walk through fire to have this. Any way he could get it.
Heero didn't speak, and Duo didn't open his eyes. So he didn't see the way Heero looked at him, didn't see or feel the hand that hovered almost tenderly over his tangled hair. But he heard the terse exhalation of breath just before the Japanese pilot rolled to his feet, and did open his eyes in time to see Heero scan the hall before he went out, closing the door firmly.
Rubbing at his eyes as if that would stop the hot tears, Duo turned his face into the pillow and waited for sleep. It only felt like the world had ended, he told himself. It would look better in the morning. He would find a way to explain this to Heero that made it all make sense, and it would all be all right. So why did it feel like Death was dying?
End of Part 6
(:./lilias/beauty6)
