24-Feb-2006
Title: Relations 1/1
Author: tkmaxwell777
Archived: Yep! www.gwaddiction.com AND
Bittersweet_Haven ML at http://groups.yahoo.com/groups/tkmaxwell777bhml/
Category: Yaoi
Pairings: 1x1, 2x2, 2x1
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, Angst, Duo 1st POV, Coarse Language *blushes*, Anal/Oral Lemons, Masturbation, Perceived (but Consensual) "Molestation" *snickers*, Possible Squick (Step-Brother Sex/Underage Masturbation), Slight OOC, A Little Plot, Some Sap... did I mention Raw Sexual Terms? *blushes again*
*** Possible Squick Warning - Heero and Duo are step-brothers in this by marriage, not half-brothers or adopted brothers. Be forewarned that there is Lemon in this fic between them. They are not blood-related but they did grow up together from the age of 10. There is no sexual contact between them until they are both eighteen, but there is some mention of underage solitary masturbation at the age of 14 and up, which is pretty common for most boys. If any of this bothers you, please do not read this fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing AC or its characters. It is the property of Shin Kidousenki, Bandai, Sotsu, Sunrise, and any other affiliated parties. This story is a parody of its defined universe and is in no way an official continuation of the original anime series. All underage characters engaging in any sexual activity in my stories are considered Emancipated Minors. This story is for entertainment purposes only and should not be read as a realistic representation of actual romantic or sexual relationships. It is not meant to be a commentary on the political, social, or spiritual ramifications of homosexuality. Content neither condones nor condemns any of the lifestyles or views portrayed. I write these stories because of the interesting dynamics between the characters and complex personality types that inspire the exploration of relationships beyond friendship without regard to gender or preference. I make no money doing this, so please do not sue me for writing it. Constructive feedback is always greatly appreciated!
Notes: This fic was inspired by the manga 'Brother' by Yuzuha Ougi, published by Drama Queen (Cherokee, Sandy, and I met them at Ohayo Con... what a great bunch of gals!). For the record, I'm not for incest, so I want to make it VERY CLEAR that Duo and Heero are NOT blood related in this. Also, the plot has nothing to do with the story in 'Brother'. Also, also... the tense changes when Duo is remembering the past, going between 'present' to 'past simple' and 'past perfect'. Why am I telling you this? Because I don't usually mix my tenses, so I may have gotten it wrong in places... and yes, English is my first language, what's your point? *blushes* This is... SO not like my usual stuff
My name is Duo Maxwell, I'm eighteen years old, and I'm sleeping with my older step-brother. Kinky, huhn? Well, it wasn't my idea. No siree, not my idea at all! In fact, if he wasn't so damn sexy, so damn beautiful, so damn... mine, I'd break it off without a second thought. I would. What, you don't believe me? Hey, I've got my reasons. The man is hard to get along with, attacks me in the strangest places for sex, and generally makes me crazy. Still don't believe me? Okay, I guess I should tell you my story so you'll understand.
I was seven when my mom died. My dad and I were devastated. Mom was so beautiful... loving and giving... with a temper like Mt. St. Helens if you pissed her off. We loved her more than anything. For three years we grieved, my dad and I. Then he met Geneva Yuy. I can remember it clear as day the first night he brought her home with him. I was supposed to be in bed, but I'd snuck out to get a look at my potential new mom. I'd never expected to come to love her as much as I do now. The conversation was the beginning of the woman winning me over.
"Donna was everything to us," my dad was saying as I'd crept down the stairs.
"I can understand that, Bill," the woman sitting next to him replied softly as she laid a hand on his. "It's hard to let go of the past sometimes. Shinichirou has been gone for five years now, and I'm just now finding the strength to clean out our closet." She laughed shakily. "I slept in his shirts for almost two years after we lost him."
My father took her into his arms. "I know, Gen. It does get easier though. I'll never forget her, but Donna would want me to be happy. She'd want Duo to have a mother." He pulled away and gave her a sheepish smile. "Besides, Heero needs a father, and I wouldn't mind being one for him."
That's how it all began. I found out the next morning that they'd been secretly dating for months. I'd wanted to be pissed about it, but looking at Dad's hopeful expression, I couldn't be. I changed my opinion when I met my new 'brother' though. He was almost eleven, about three months older than me, and as friendly as a porcupine. While I had violet-blue eyes and long chestnut hair I kept in a braid, Heero had slate-blue eyes and short messy chocolate hair. Quiet and glaring at everyone, Heero Yuy wasn't my idea of a loving sibling.
Cue hysterical laughter here.
They put us in the same room sharing a bed. I will to this day claim that it's their fault that I'm in this predicament now, but at the time I had no clue how things would turn out. Oh, I'd thrown a royal fit when Dad told me, but I'm a lot like Mom was... you know, Mt. St. Helens then back to 'loving and giving'. I'd stomped around the house for like a day or something. That night when Heero came to bed, I just turned over and ignored him... at least until he had the nightmare. I'll never forget how he cried out in Japanese, his voice small and so unlike the stoic boy I'd see him be. Against my better judgment, I took him in my arms and held him until he woke. He was embarrassed, pushing me away to hide his tears, but the next night, when the nightmare came again, he clung to me and stayed put.
That changed my feelings for him. I saw how fragile he was on the inside, and it made me want to protect him. That pissed him off more than anything, but for some reason, he still let me. For the next three years, we shared that bed, him still having nightmares occasionally, and me still comforting him afterwards. That changed when he got in high school. Heero was a grade ahead of me because of when our birthdays were. Although I'd turned fourteen right after the beginning of eighth grade, I hadn't begun kindergarten until I was six. I'd never felt younger than Heero though. In some ways I felt older, so it didn't matter to me what grade we were in. Apparently, it did to Heero, because he asked Dad to move into the spare room after a couple of weeks in high school.
I was hurt. It felt like he was pushing me away again, and I didn't understand it. I began avoiding him, which wasn't that hard since he seemed to be avoiding me too. For the next three years, we pretty much only saw each other at the dinner table at night. I made new friends when I got to high school, and he hung out with a different crowd. I was on the track team, and he played basketball. It was like we didn't even know each other anymore. I immersed myself in my studies, hell bent on matching him achievement for achievement. We placed first in the regional championships in track the year his team won the divisional championship in basketball. Still, I missed my 'brother'.
By the time he graduated, I'd all but given up on him. Summer vacation loomed ahead of me, and thoughts of being a senior the following school year was an exciting yet daunting thing. I didn't know what I wanted to be. Heero had already decided to take Computer Programming at the local college. What made it worse was that he was planning to move out before the semester began in the fall. That pissed me off more than anything. At least I could count on him being there for dinner while he was living at home; after he left, I probably wouldn't get to see him at all. For some reason, that bothered me more than I cared to admit.
That's why I was so surprised when he showed up in my room about two weeks into summer. It was in the middle of the night when I heard my door open, and I turned over to see Heero standing there. He looked hesitant... and upset.
"What's wrong?" I asked, forgetting about all of the problems between us.
"Nightmare," he almost whispered, giving me a pleading look that I couldn't have denied for the world.
Pulling back the sheet, I snapped at him, "Get in here, you moron. What the hell have you been doing for the past three years anyway?"
He looked away from me and slid into bed. "Enduring."
I felt my heart just about break. "Stupid," I muttered as I pulled him into my arms.
He snuggled against me, his grip tight. "I know."
I held him until he fell asleep and then drifted off myself. I didn't think anything of it until he came to me again two nights later... then two nights after that... and a couple more following those. By that time, I was curious as to why Heero hadn't bothered with me for the past three years and then suddenly was sleeping in my bed again every other night. I was confused. It was like my long lost 'brother' had come back to me, but why? Why had Heero distanced himself to begin with? What had made him decide to seek me out again? The nightmares? I wasn't sure. I just knew that he was letting me care for him again and that was enough.
Or so I thought.
About three weeks later, I found out why Heero had moved out of my room, why he'd been avoiding me, and why he hadn't been able to stay away from me any longer. It was another night that he came to my room. He didn't even wait for a nightmare to happen anymore, sneaking in after everyone had gone to bed. As usual, I moved over and gave him room, only to have him cuddling up to me. I'd always grumble and complain, but he'd just smile and close his eyes. That night had been no exception. I don't know what exactly woke me up; all I remember was hearing a distinct sound that wasn't even close to a nightmare. Keeping my breathing steady, I slowly turned my head to look.
Heero was jacking off.
My instinct to flee was about to take over when I heard a single word that changed everything. "Duo."
My 'brother' was stroking his cock and calling out my name. What the fuck? Okay, bad choice of words. I lay there, not knowing what to do. Act like I'd just woken up? Pretend to be asleep? Watch? The last option seemed to be what my body latched onto because it's what I did. I watched Heero polish his knob, taking in the breathy whispers of my name and other things that made me blush. His hand had his dick out of his underwear, and it was leaking profusely, making me harder than a rock.
Wait a minute...
Since when did Heero make me hard? I took in my own reaction to him and felt panic begin to fill me. That's when he suddenly tensed, quietly begging, "Duo... like that... just like that... make me come... please... make me come!"
I saw fluid flow over his hand as he milked himself, body trembling. He was biting his lip to keep from crying out. He was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen, and I was no stranger to dirty pictures. No, I hadn't actually slept with a girl yet, but I had plenty of pretties that I liked to look at when I jerked off. Seeing Heero though was a completely new experience. I closed my eyes as soon as he began calming down, not wanting him to catch me looking. I was shocked when he got up to go to the bathroom. Did he not think I'd wake up? Yeah, I had a reputation for sleeping like the dead, but come on! I groaned at my own hard on under the sheet. I needed to take care of it, and I couldn't wait until he went back to sleep either. When he came back into the room, I rolled over, trying to look sleepy.
"You okay, man?" I asked, playing at nonchalant. I seriously doubted it worked.
He blushed like you wouldn't believe. "Yeah. Just needed to pee."
'I bet,' I thought, but said, "Yeah, me too. Must have been what woke me." Lame but apparently acceptable.
Heero didn't say anything to that, just got into bed again. I didn't waste any time. I was in the bathroom moments later, my hand around my cock, stroking for all I was worth. It took, like, seconds. I should have felt embarrassed, but all I could feel was relieved. Wiping myself off, I went back to my room and crawled under the sheet, my legs brushing against Heero's. He jerked a little but then settled, moving closer. His even breathing came minutes later, and all I could do was lay there and try to figure out what the hell I was going to do.
Unfortunately, I couldn't make up my mind before it happened again. One of the reasons was that Heero treated me just the same as he had before the three-year avoidance - tugging on my braid playfully, touching shoulders, teasing, and even spending time in my room while he worked on his computer. Our parents were thrilled, confessing to being worried about us since we'd been so close at one time. I'd been tempted to tell them that Heero felt closer to me than they'd be comfortable with, but I didn't. In all honesty, I was waiting to see what would happen next.
Two night later, as per his schedule, Heero showed up at my door. With the lights off and him in my bed, I waited. I feigned sleep, letting my breath come heavily. It didn't take long for him get down to business. Once again, I opened my eyes to the sight of Heero's hand on his dick. What surprised me was the other hand reaching between his legs. I thought he was rubbing his balls at first, but then he leaned forward more, and I knew where his fingers were going. I kept thinking, 'Shit! He's fingering himself! Shit! When did he start doing this?'
I watched again, completely stunned and getting harder by the minute. I thought I'd come inside my shorts when he began moaning, still quietly, "Duo... come in me... come in me... come in me... yes, oh, yes, that's it... uhh!"
This time, I had to wait until he fell asleep before dashing for the bathroom. Hand on cock. Seconds. Enough said.
The next couple of times, he did the same thing, varying his pleading with commands for me to, "Fuck him harder." By the time the week rolled around, I was so well-acquainted with my hand, I'd named each finger. Pinky was my favorite because he always fondled my sac. I was ready, willing, and very able the next night Heero shared my bed. I'd worn loose boxers, easier to get down, and I'd already stroked myself a few times. Damn, if I wasn't going to enjoy this while I had the chance!
I watched him do his thing, letting the tension build. What I wasn't expecting was for him to turn towards me. My eyes snapped shut, apparently before he could see, because the next thing I knew, he ghosted a hand over my chest. What the fuck? Okay, bad choice of words again. His fingers slid under the sheet, caressing my nipples, and there was no way I could stifle the gasp. He stilled for a moment, but when I didn't open my eyes, he continued, rubbing the pert nubs, as he whispered to me - things he wanted to do to me, things he wanted me to do to him, things that made my dick harden even more.
When his hand went farther down, my hips met it. Once again, he quit moving. Once again, I kept my eyes closed. Those fingers soon found the opening to my boxers, and grasping my cock, Heero began to give me the best hand job I'd ever had. Yeah, it was the only hand job I'd had from someone else, but that wasn't the point. The point was that Heero was molesting me while I was supposedly sleeping. Sure, I was awake and allowing him to do it, but he didn't know that! He probably thought I was having a wet dream or something while he pumped my cock... and touched my balls... and, oh shit... how did he get so good at that?
I came in no time. True, it was longer than my usual 'in the bathroom time' because I was so shocked at what Heero was doing, but it was still over way too quickly. I certainly couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore, so I opened my eyes to stare at my molester. He had the nerve to look concerned. I wanted to reach out and smack him, but I didn't, instead acting for the world like I'd been startled awake.
"You okay?" He asked, his breathing still a little ragged.
I gave him a level look. "Yeah. Must have had a wet dream or something." Cue another round of hysterical laughing because no wet dream had ever been this damn good. "You know how it is for guys our age."
Heero actually blushed. "Yeah. That's one reason why I asked for my own room. It happened to me a couple of times, and I didn't want to upset you."
Well, well... that was interesting. "You dumb ass. I wouldn't have thought anything about it. We are the same age, you know. Quit treating me like I'm so much younger."
"Sorry. Sometimes I forget about that. We just seem so different. I guess I didn't want you to think badly of me since you've always tried to be a good... brother."
Tried to be? Aw, hell, no. "Listen, Heero. There's nothing that you could do to make me think badly of you. Get pissed off and throttle you for it, sure, but I've always cared for you, and I always will."
Guilt and fear filled his eyes. "Don't be so sure," he whispered before tucking his head under my chin, his arms going around my waist like they did when he had a nightmare.
"Dumb ass," I said again, brushing his hair with my lips. We both needed to clean up, but we didn't move. He must have pulled up his underwear before molesting me, because they were in place, but I knew he was just as sticky as I was. My last thought was, "Fuck it."
Will I ever learn to make better word choices?
Three more times, I let him jerk me off. The first of those times I pretended to not wake up. The next one, I fell out of bed so he would think I was disoriented. Last but certainly not least, I turned over and made him face the music. He was just getting me good and wet when I opened my eyes. Violet blue met slate, and I thought he was going to hyperventilate. He lay there, raised on one elbow, panting and obviously panicking. I simply rolled over on top of him. Talk about a way to change the situation. I suddenly wanted to be where those fingers had been earlier that night, and I began rubbing my spent cock all over his, mixing our come into the world's finest lubricant.
"Why?" I asked him, my hips thrusting against his.
"I... I..." Heero stuttered out. "I didn't mean to..."
"Didn't mean to?" I ground out, keeping my voice down so as not to alert the parental units to our little tête-à-tête. "You've been molesting me in my sleep for over a week!" I punctuated that by sliding my cock along his balls.
His eyes widened. "You were awake? Why the hell didn't you tell me! I've been going out of my... ahh... mind."
I growled, my dick pressing against his hole. "You should've thought of that before reaching for my cock, Heero."
I took that moment to begin working said cock into him. He hissed, but I knew he was pretty well prepared from his own finger-fucking. I couldn't believe how tight he still was though. I wasn't considering the consequences of what I was doing. It just felt right... so hot and so unbelievably good. When I saw Heero's dick coming back to life, I didn't hesitate as I reached down and returned the favor he'd been doing for me night after incredible night. I was so angry, but so turned on I was continually oozing fluid. I came mere seconds before he did, finally answering his pleading, "Come in me, Duo... come in me! Harder... fuck me harder... fu-ahh!"
I lay on him for a while, feeling his chest rise and fall with each labored breath. There was a sticky mess between us, in more than one sense. I felt him shift his hips and gasped when I felt him getting hard again and noticed I was too. What had he done to me? What the hell had I let him make me do? This was insane! We had grown up as 'brothers'! There wasn't any blood between us, but shit, we'd shared the same bed, listened to the same mother and father, held onto each other after nightmares, ate at the same dinner table, slept snuggled up together, and even...
Even had sex.
It was obvious that I was just as attracted to him as he was to me. I couldn't lie about that; the proof was poking him at that moment. I took in his expression and knew I was lost. That's when I leaned down and gave him our first kiss. When I pulled away, he smiled, and I just sighed in resignation. Then he shifted his hips again, and I groaned. I had the fleeting thought that if I could just get him out of my system, everything would go back to normal, that if I just fucked him until he got tired of it, we could move passed it. Have I mentioned how naïve I can be sometimes?
I fucked him every chance I got. I fucked his ass. I fucked his mouth. I fucked him with my tongue. I even watched him fuck himself with his fingers more than once while I jacked off. It was insane, and I couldn't stop it. He would waylay me on my way to the bathroom and drag me inside where he'd grip the sink while I thrust my cock into his ass over and over again, both of us trying to stay quiet. He'd catch me in the laundry room in the basement and beg me to let him suck my dick while I leaned against the washing machine on the spin cycle. He'd even follow me to various places and pull me into bushes, behind fences, and down alleyways for quick and messy hand jobs. I never knew when he'd strike and have my pants off before I could say 'hard'.
I still don't. This has been going on for weeks now, and although I'm enjoying each and every time better than the last, I'm still upset about it. Why? Haven't you been paying attention? I bet you're wondering why I keep using the f-word to describe the sex too. Let's take that one first, shall we? It's quite simple; I can't let this thing with him be more than that. If I call it something else then it becomes something else and it will never be what it needs to stay. Yeah, that sounds complicated. Well, it is! Why do you think I'm so upset? Don't you get it?
Heero is moving out in a month.
That may not seem like such a big thing, but remember... I'm still in high school and Heero will be going to college. Still don't see the problem? Let me spell it out for you - Heero will probably meet someone else, someone who isn't his 'brother', someone who actually knows what he's doing with his dick, and someone who can give him something I'm afraid to give. Yeah, that would be my heart. How can I when I'm still trying to decide whether or not he'll leave me again? I couldn't bear that, not after having him in my bed and my life for so long.
So here I am, getting ready to head down to dinner, emotions all tangled up. Heero left my room only minutes ago after another covert fu-bout of sex. I'm depressed and spent, a rather odd combination. One month until I won't have him sleeping with me, literally and probably sexually too. After going over the whole thing again, I guess I've finally realized that it never was just fucking, was it? I've always loved Heero. From the first moment I garnered that glare, something inside me knew I'd found someone to spend my life with. I'd thought it would be as a 'brother' but now...
Now I want it to be as a lover.
I finally sigh and get up, walking out of the room and taking the stairs two at a time. Mom looks at me as I stagger into the kitchen due to almost missing the last step. "You're going to break your neck if you keep doing that."
I stick my tongue out at her and earn a flip of the dishtowel. Looking over at Heero already sitting at the table, I smile in spite of my turmoil. "Heero does it too."
He gives me a mischievous look. "I do a lot of things you do."
I feel myself flush at the innuendo and sit down quickly, knocking my knee against him under the table. "Jerk."
"Brat," he replies, repaying my nudge with one of his own.
"Now, boys, quit arguing," Mom scolds as she sets the bowl of mashed potatoes down.
Dad manages to walk in at just that moment. "Are you two at it again? I thought you were getting along better."
I choke on a sip of water when Heero says, "We're always at it, but for us that is getting along."
A couple of thumps on the back from Dad, and I'm able to breathe again. Glowering at Heero, I bump knees a little harder than before. "If I didn't love you so much, I'd be glad you were leaving."
The words are out before I even realize what I'm saying. I can tell my parents are shocked, but their expression can't rival Heero's. There's a myriad of emotions there unlike any I've ever since, including the more intimate ones. Awe, disbelief, hope, fear, joy - all moving across his features, letting me see inside his heart. I guess I wasn't the only one trying to act like nothing more was going on, was I, Heero?
Heero tugs on my braid to cover the awkward moment, and our parents join us at the table. His fingers touch my arm, and I let it drop under the table where he clasps my hand tightly. He then looks at Dad. "I found an apartment nearby. I thought that since Duo only has one more year to go before he graduates, it might be nice for him to get out on his own too. He has the advantage of a 'big brother' to help him out after all."
I think my mouth falls to the floor. What the fuck? Yeah, yeah... better words. "Do you mean it?" I ask when I get my mouth back in its hinge, unable to keep the hint of longing out of my voice.
"You don't want to stay for my cooking?" Mom gives me a look of mock hurt then can't help but smile.
"And the free ride I'm giving you right now?" Dad adds gruffly but there's a gleam in his eyes.
I roll my eyes at both of them. "I have to leave you two lovebirds alone sometime, don't I? Why not do it with Heero?" I flush again when my 'brother' begins snickering.
Dad eyes both of us, a little too knowingly for my tastes. "Does this have anything to do with the two of you sleeping together?"
I want to crawl under the table. "Wh-what?" is the best I can manage.
"Oh, it's nothing to be ashamed about," Mom assures us, making Heero flush right along with me. "Nightmares can be horrible things for a child, or even a young man, for that matter. I'm glad you comfort each other."
Dad nods. "We've been worried that Heero moving out might affect you both. Since you both have proven that you're responsible young men by staying out of trouble, it might be a good idea to let you share an apartment."
I look over at Heero, completely at a loss for something to say for probably only the fifth time in my life. He seems similarly stumped, which isn't such an oddity for him, but still blatantly obvious since he was the one to begin this conversation. I rally quickly though, smiling at our parental units with the patented 'Maxwell charm'. "I'd really like to go with him." I glance over at the man in question. "If he really wants me to."
Giving me the softest look I've ever seen in his eyes, Heero smiles back. "I want you to."
"Well, then, it's settled," the elder Maxwell declares, scooping out some green beans onto his plate.
"We'll have to get you both some new clothes for the school year before you leave," the former Yuy proclaims.
I stare at the fried chicken and try to piece together what has just happened. Another touch to my elbow makes me look over at my... not 'brother', but lover, I think. He nods, as if reading my mind, and I take a deep breath, telling him to pass me the corn. His grin does not escape my notice, nor does his hasty retreat upstairs after dinner. Mom had spent most of the time at dinner making plans for our imminent move, but I couldn't care less at the moment. Oh, I'd be excited about it all later, but right now... right now, I have a lover to deal with.
Walking into my room, I see him immediately. Stretched out on the bed, he's wearing nothing but his underwear. "Took you long enough," he says huskily.
I shut and lock the door. "I had to help clear the table. Why did you take off so quickly? Shirking chores won't work with me when we live alone together."
Heero smirks as his hand fondles his clothed cock languidly. "Not even if I suck your dick to make up for it?"
I groan and begin taking off my clothes. Heero pulls his last article off and strokes himself a little faster. It doesn't take me long to get on the bed between his legs, kissing up his body, starting with his balls, moving to his cock, licking up his chest, sparing a moment for each nipple, nibbling on his neck, and then reaching his mouth, where I practically devour him. We're hot and wet and hard, and I can't believe I ever thought I could give this up. When Heero moans out my name, I finger him, getting him ready for me. This time, I'm not going to fuck him; I'm going to make love to him. When I tell him that, he grips my hand to still all motion.
"You really mean that? You really love me... like that?" He asks, his voice breathy and so damn sexy.
I lean down and kiss him thoroughly. When I have him panting, I pull away and gaze at him. "I mean it, Heero. I love you... not as a brother, but as a lover. I want that. I want you like that."
He closes his eyes for a moment, and I swear I see unshed tears in his lashes when he looks back at me. "I love you, Duo. I want you like that too. Always." His voice is so passionate, and at that moment, I think about why he never took my name. At first I thought it was because he was too young to understand. Then I thought it was because he was a typical teenager. Now I think it's because he never wanted to be my adopted brother.
I smile as I thrust into him, loving his gasps of pleasure from being filled with me - that makes two of us.
The End
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