Nov 25, 2000
Rating: almost NC-17; sex, but not especially graphic
Category/warnings: Het/yaoi lemon (or near-lemon); sap.
Pairing: 2x1xR
Disclaimer: Don't own the boys or the girl, of course.
Notes: Sorry about the delay on this one, minna--I started and trashed this thing about five times, which slowed me down. And it's not real and actual lemon, either, I don't think--a little too gauzy and imprecise for the hard-core label. ^_^; But I like it anyway, so there! This half, like the first, is dedicated to Tiercel--who asked.
//denotes thoughts
Heero opened his eyes onto a brilliantly sunlit morning, white light arching from wall to wall in the bright room. He blinked slowly, letting himself rise to full consciousness much more gradually than usual--the deep peace of waking at home was too delicious to rush. Finally moving to his side, he realized he was alone; a frown tried to rise to his face, but then he remembered the previous night's events and it relaxed into something closer to a smile.
He made his way down the stairs, moving quietly without conscious effort. All was still in the lower rooms as he looked through one doorway, then another, before coming at last to the living room. Then he stopped, lips curving at the sight of a curled figure on the sofa, heavy plait spilling down to coil on the floor: one koibito present and accounted for. But the other one? Heero approached, footsteps hushed by the carpet, with the vague intention of waking Duo to ask how the late-night conversation had gone.
As he came closer, though, he stopped again--breathing seemed suddenly unnecessary. Duo was indeed taking up most of the sofa, folded into a long S-curve of shoulders and knees under a wooly throw blanket, but he wasn't alone. One of his hands was buried in a mass of golden hair, cradling a smaller form between himself and the cushions, and a narrow foot was barely visible tucked against his ankle.
It had gone well, then. Another wall had come down, and still their home was strong enough to stand. Heero bowed his head, letting the emotions sweep up and over him in a tide that rose with no sign of ebbing. It was not quite believable that a sofa, however ample, could hold everything that was wonderful in the world--everything he had ever wanted--and yet there they were.
Heero intended to leave them to their sleep. Really. But surely it wouldn't hurt to reach out, to touch--just once? Twice, maybe.
Coming around to lean on the back of the couch, Heero reached to trace the outline of Duo's sleeping face, smiling when he shifted without waking. Relena's face wasn't even visible under the veil of her hair, so he ran the flat of one hand down her back, stopping only when the blanket blocked his progress. Her toes curled at the contact, drawing his attention to her bare foot; leaning toward the far end of the sofa, Heero stroked the exposed instep so lightly that his fingertips only whispered against her skin.
When he looked back up toward their faces, she was watching him with wide, completely focused eyes. "That's a good way to get yourself kicked in the head."
"Didn't know you were awake." To his credit, Heero didn't even try to sound apologetic.
"I wasn't, until someone started petting my back." She flexed her shoulders experimentally, trying to stretch a little without waking Duo.
"Good sleep?" He lifted a handful of her tangled hair, ostensibly combing it smooth with his fingers, but really watching the way morning sunlight picked out metallic gold strands in the blonde skein.
"Mm. I was having the best dream--and then I woke up, and it wasn't a dream at all. A girl could get used to this." As Heero had done moments earlier, she lifted a hand almost reverently to the sleeping face next to her. "Do you think he knows? How beautiful he is, I mean."
"He knows that we keep saying it, but I don't think he believes us yet."
Duo stirred at last, blinking sleepily at them before giving a catlike yawn. "What?"
Relena kissed the end of his nose. "Just watching you sleep, lazy one."
"'M not lazy. Worn out, is more like it. And why's everybody staring at me? Makes me nervous." He didn't look a bit nervous, though, stretching languorously as if fully conscious of the effect on his audience. "What were you two whispering about, anyway?"
"Relena thinks you're hot." Heero's eyes confirmed his agreement, traveling slowly from bared calves to braided hair, lingering over the blanket-swathed hips.
"I noticed." Another jaw-popping yawn, but the dark blue eyes were far from hazy. "That girlfriend of yours was all over me last night, y'know."
"My girlfriend?" Heero raised an eyebrow, looking down at Relena's disheveled hair and slightly dreamy smile. "Looks to me like she's yours."
Duo regarded her thoughtfully, then grinned up at Heero. "You know what? You might be right. But be nice to me, and maybe I'll share."
"Don't I get a say in this?" She glared at them balefully, but the effect was somewhat spoiled by her urge to laugh.
"Nope. This's between me and the pretty boy. I wanna see just how 'nice' he's prepared to be." Duo had the good grace to yelp when Relena kicked him warningly in the shin, but the challenging grin never left his face as he looked sideways up at Heero.
Head cocked to one side, Heero considered range to target, possible escape routes, wind speed--and then vaulted over the couch as easily as if he were stepping over a crack in the sidewalk, dragging the target with him to the floor in a struggling tangle of blanket and limbs.
Relena let out a most undignified squeak as the warm blanket was stripped away, but managed to hold her position on the sofa even in the general uproar that followed.
Duo hit the carpet at something of a disadvantage, years of training hamstrung by a twisted blanket and a singularly determined opponent. Being mostly naked didn't help, either. "Hey--ow! Watch the hair! You call that nice?"
"No." With a rearrangement of features too subtle to track, Heero's expression shifted from amusement to intent concentration. "Nice is more like this."
His right hand found a loose point along the edge of the tightly- snarled coverlet, moving with devastating skill to find the warmest spot within its folds. The slightest hint of a pleased smile flickered across his face as the target arched back into his other arm with an involuntary cry. The position presented an especially tempting angle of neck and shoulder, and Heero moved almost calmly to claim it with his mouth even as his hand moved even more slowly beneath the blanket, fingers alternately cupping and stroking until Duo was reduced to gasping and twisting in his arms.
Only then did Heero draw back, surveying his work with a critical smirk. "Well? Nice enough?"
"Not fair." Duo struggled for breath, glaring as soon as his eyes could focus again. "Use of restraints. Can't move my legs!"
"That wasn't the question. Nice or not, Maxwell?" Disregarding his captive's indignant spluttering, Heero bent to kiss him again--and immediately realized the flaw in his plan. The mouth under his wasn't just needy, but demanding--drawing him in, wiping his mind blank of everything but the need to get closer, to climb inside that incredible heat and stay there. /I think I'm getting better at this, maybe, but you--you've raised this to an art form, Duo./
Heero opened his eyes in self-defense, needing a visual anchor to keep himself from being swept all the way under. As if looking weren't a danger in itself--Duo didn't look nearly as dazed as Heero felt, but his deep blue eyes were both filled with warm desire and lacking something else, something that had been there for far too long. There had always been a twist of doubt, a shadow of fear somewhere at the bottom of those eyes, too deep for reassurance to reach. It wasn't there any more, and the sudden rush of warmth that spilled over Heero at the realization of its absence only added to the more primal heat already overriding his thought processes.
Knowing any effort at coherence was doomed before he began, Heero tried to frame words anyway. "Could drown." /In your eyes, in your mouth, all the way down into all of you--/ He knew his voice was a ragged whisper, that the words themselves didn't make much sense-- but Duo had always been good at hearing the things he didn't quite say.
"Come on in." Duo's voice was an inviting purr. "We'll remind you to breathe."
"If you start to turn blue, anyway." Heero hadn't heard her leave the couch, but Relena's small hands were cool against his shoulders, gentle fingers teasing at the nape of his neck.
Heero wanted to hold on to some bare minimum of control, but found himself fighting a losing battle. It had been a long three weeks away from home: twenty-one days of working himself to exhaustion, twenty nights of frustrated tossing alternating with dreams so hot that he fought to stay asleep. Just to feel their hands on him for another minute--two, three, more--before he had to wake to the chill, chaste embrace of his hotel room. Again.
And now--it was too much to encompass, as every one of those dreams took on all-too-intoxicating substance in the middle of the living-room floor. Not the most comfortable of surfaces, but he could explain it to his knees later. Right now, it was much more imperative to concentrate on the way Duo's hips rocked up to meet his, on the softness of Relena's lips against his throat.
When the good doctor reprogrammed his prize specimen for hypersensitivity, he never planned on this. Heero was supposed to be able to see in the dark, feel temperature variations or catch a whisper from across a room, taste chemicals in the air before they could kill him--but those same skills made him at once a preternaturally attentive lover and a mindlessly responsive one.
If he could have, he would have kept his eyes open--so much beauty, the need to drink it in was like a physical pain--but blinking kept happening anyway. And so the unfolding richness was subdivided into shutter-clicks: sunlight limning the arch of her throat, the same light sinking lovingly into the tangled silken mass of his hair; the mystery shaping her mouth into a tiny smile of concentration; a moment of wonder at the alchemy by which cool wells of violet could contain flame. His fevered mind lingered over each fleeting image, each answering emotion, even as they fled past his senses and into memory.
Summoning his reserves, Heero tried to repay their caresses in kind. He thought he might be succeeding; as they connected and re-connected in their shifting embrace, he could feel Relena tremble at his touch, could hear Duo moaning his name.
But it was easy, too easy, to give in to the familiar rhythms of their intimacy. If he concentrated, he could separate it into distinct loci of exquisite sensation: the slow, swirling motion of her tongue around his heated flesh, the delicious pain of Duo's fingers working inside him. Both were good, almost good enough to--but they were stopping, renegotiating their positions. Beginning again, and this time it was even better, because he had their arms around him. Beneath him, Relena drew him down and down into unbearable sweetness; above and behind him, Duo's heat drove him forward into a spinning darkness so dazzling that he never wanted to find his way back.
Feeling the beginning of his release murmuring like distant thunder on the edges of his consciousness, Heero tried to speak--whether to make them pause or quicken the pace, he wasn't sure--but words were lost in almost agonizing pleasure as the storm finally broke.
He managed to collapse slightly to the side, ending up with his face against Relena's shoulder and Duo's forehead resting in the middle of his back. Heero drew a shaky breath, and another, gradually able to distinguish his own heartbeat from theirs even while he remained totally enveloped in their warmth; it was home, and this time he could stay.
It took him a moment to realize that Relena's uneven breaths were actually sobs; stroking her hair in reassurance, Duo looked at him in mock reproach. "You made her cry."
"Wouldn't be the first time." /And as long as those are just overwhelmed tears, I think I hope it won't be the last./
Tears continued to chase each other down her face, but she struggled to smile. "I'm all right. I am. Just--" She shook her head and held on to them, wiping her eyes with the back of one hand.
Giving in to a selfish impulse, Heero dragged them both closer until they lay in one exhausted pile, then relaxed with a sigh. Perfect, almost: twice he swiped a hand across his face to push away rebellious locks of one length or the other, but new wisps kept finding their way into his mouth. Dim thoughts of hair nets, scissors, electric shavers crossed his mind before he came up with a temporary solution; his hands moved to lift and smooth the twined strands, plaiting gold and chestnut together into one uneven braid before wrapping its silken weight around his wrist. Better--and now they weren't going anywhere.
Duo lifted his head to see what Heero was doing, and then collapsed back down with a disbelieving smile. "You are a colossal sap, Heero Yuy. If this stuff ever gets out, your tough guy reputation's truly trashed."
"One word to the press, Maxwell, and you're dead." The yawn took some of the bite out of his threat.
"Hah. Real scared. Well, at least I can count on the next generation to avenge me!"
"That's right--" Heero shifted to fix him with a deadly stare. "You did 'start production' without me, didn't you?"
"Not my fault you couldn't stay awake for your own welcome home party! And anyway, can't have you hogging the gene pool, even if you do have perfect chromosomes. Poor kid would show up with a dove in one hand and a grenade in the other--bring on the end of days!"
"So you made sure we'd be stuck with a junior baka instead?" Heero managed a convincing sneer, though his mind was momentarily arrested by the mental image of a pansy-eyed child with golden hair.
Relena cut in on their posturing before it could get out of hand. "You've got to be joking. Right?" They reluctantly broke off their only half-serious glaring contest to look at her inquiringly.
"You really think I'd dive into this relationship without taking proper precautions?" When they continued to stare at her blankly, she gave in to laughter and struggled upright, pausing to retrieve her hair from the mutual braid.
"You two are hopeless. See?" She held out her arm, indicating the outline of her contraceptive implant. "They last for a year, and this one has four more months to go. So we've got a good long time to deliberate this. Just try not to injure each other in the meantime, if you can; my child deserves to start life with all of her parents intact!"
"Oh." Duo looked decidedly crestfallen.
"We knew that." Heero, on the other hand, looked smug.
"Of course you did." Shaking her head, Relena bent to ruffle one set of tousled bangs, then the other. "You can start the negotiations now, if you must--I'm going to go find some breakfast."
A shout of laughter followed her down the hall. "Be sure to bring Heero a big old glass of his precious prune ju--mmph!"
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Sequel-ficlet-thing to follow!
(:./lilias/matins2)
