05 Dec 1999
Ok, having a really bad week. Wish RL would pick on some else for a change. Anyway, when I have weeks this bad I lose my muse. BIG time. So I thought I would post some fics and get comments. Might help. Be nice. Pardon the disclaimers please.
Heero was... annoyed. He didn't want to call it angry because he never lost his temper with Duo. Despite his legendary lack of humor, the young man did find Duo's antics heart warming. He'd loved the longhaired idiot from the start. Not that he would ever tell Duo that. The source of most of his anger wasn't even Duo. It was Relena.
Not two minutes after Duo had gone to check on Zechs, Quatre had literally fled from the table. At a run. Trowa had taken one look at everyone's shocked faces, stuttered an apology, and followed after the blonde. Heero's instincts told him something was very wrong with Quatre, but Trowa would take care of it. One minute later, Wufei excused himself saying he was very tired. Unusual, but not unexpected.
Then Relena started in. It started out innocently enough. She wanted to talk about the current state of peace. For ten minutes, the girl rambled on. Duo didn't come back. Heero began to, almost, worry. Zechs was an honorable man. Duo was a trained terrorist. What could happen? Still, the look on Zechs face as he left, the way he had behaved at dinner. It nagged at him. Something in the back of his mind stirred. The twit ruined it by grabbing Heero's arm and dragging him into the study for dessert and conversation. Damn her.
Heero was forced to listen to inane chatter for hours. Every time Heero got up to leave, Relena would hang on his arm until he sat back down. Now it was eleven and no sign of Duo. Where was that baka? If this was another one of his jokes. Well, he would make Duo beg for a very long time. He knew how to touch his lover and drive him over the edge. Oh yes, Heero Yuy would have his revenge.
Relena for her part was livid. Neither Duo nor Wufei had shown any signs of the drug. Obviously someone had made a mistake. At least Heero stayed to talked with her. Of course, he didn't say much but that was normal. He spoke with his eyes. Such pretty eyes. There had to be a way to show Heero how good she was for him and how wrong Duo was. Tomorrow, after all, was another day.
In Zechs rooms, two sweat covered bodies lay intertwined on a large bed. Zechs lazily ran his hands through Duo's damp hair. It felt like silk between his fingers, just like the rest of the young man under him. Duo shifted, trying to look at the clock on his nightstand. Oh, how that caused the most interesting sensations to run through Zechs' body.
"Oh shit," Duo groaned. "It's almost eleven. Heero is gonna kill me."
"Duo," Zechs began even as he moved to let the young man off the bed. "I don't..."
"Hey, don't worry about it, Zechs. Heero will understand. Trust me. How about you? You O.K. now?" A pair of expressive violet eyes fixed on the noble. So much compassion and understanding filled those eyes that Zechs found he suddenly had lump in his throat.
"I'm much better now. Thank you." It wasn't the entire truth. Just watching Duo run naked to the bathroom set off stirring in his lower regions. Nothing like before though. He could control this. With a sigh, Zechs headed for the bathroom. If Relena dared to ask him where'd he'd been all night...Zechs stopped cold.
Duo stood in the shower, curtain pulled back. Water ran through his hair and down his back. To make matters worse, the young man was singing, low in his throat with a sultry, sexy voice. Zechs couldn't make out the words, but the voice was enough. God. Did Heero have any clue how lucky he was? Sensing the older man's attention, Duo turned around.
"Be out in minute. Did you know you left the water running earlier? There's hot water left if you want it."
Hot water? Zechs was hot enough. He didn't think he'd ever take anything but cold showers again.
"Thank you." Zechs carefully kept his eyes off the young American as he left the shower and went to get dressed. Once in the shower, the nobleman turned the cold water as high as it would go. Much better. For several minutes, Zechs considered the events of the night. Relena was never setting foot in his home again. Bad enough the idiot had drugged him, but she must have been trying for Duo. Damn it. Duo was a guest in his home. Zechs owed him and his friends a measure of safety. More than a measure really. Good. He was angry. That took his mind off other things. A certain longhaired beauty in particular and the things Zechs would like to be doing to him.
Finally, the noble was ready to face his guest again and left the shower. Duo was already dressed and doing his best to dry his hair with a towel. By the time Zechs finished dressing, he had it in a damp, but serviceable braid.
"Ready?" Duo asked. His smile was almost contagious. How he could remain so cheerful knowing Heero was out there was nothing short of amazing.
"What are you going to..."
"Tell Heero? The truth. If he asks of course." With an impish grin, Duo headed for the door.
Of course. He runs, he hides, but he never lies. Almost smiling, Zechs opened the door and got the shock of his young life.
"Heero." Duo called cheerfully from behind him.
Five minutes earlier, Heero had reached the breaking point with Relena. She started talking about weddings. It was either leave or strangle her. Killing her would have been incredibly satisfying, but world peace would suffer. With a sigh, Heero stood and excused himself. It was past time to find out where Duo had gone.
The suddenness of his action left Relena stunned and so she did nothing to prevent the prefect soldier's exit. Indeed, the Queen of the World was left sitting with her mouth hanging open, stopped in mid-sentence. Once he was gone, she started fuming. The conversation had been going so well. She'd even managed to slip weddings into it. Well, whatever had caused her beloved to leave so rudely had to be Duo's fault. That thought firmly in mind, Relena called the servants so they could have the honor of preparing her bath.
Heero wanted to check his room and then Duo's, however, halfway down the hall he heard a door opening. Perhaps it was luck, or maybe fate, that Heero stood right in front Zechs' door as it opened. Either way, it resulted in the same thing, Zechs and Duo ran right into Heero. Who in turn noted the damp hair and the terror in the taller man's eyes. Someone was going to die. Right here, right now.
Zechs took one look at Heero's face and shoved Duo fully behind him. Heero had grown in the last few years and now was only five inches shorter than Zechs. That gave the Perfect Soldier a great view of Zechs' neck. He was much stronger than Zechs, than any normal human. All that strength would come in handy now.
At that moment, Heero was wondering how much pressure it would take to crush the older man's windpipe. Visions of Zechs writhing on the floor, slowly suffocating danced through his mind. Oh and what he would do to Duo for this. Just as he was about to act on those visions, Duo poked his head around Zechs shoulder and spoke a word that shattered Heero's anger.
"Tsunami."
Heero looked at his lover. Duo wasn't lying. But then Duo never lied. So who... The unspoken question was answered by Duo. He quietly nodded his head to Zechs. Heero didn't need to ask who would have drugged the noble. That idiot Relena. More than likely trying to get Duo. Well, it explained why she had been so upset after dinner. Idiot or no, it must have been obvious her planned hadn't worked.
"Is he over it?" Heero wanted to know. Personal experience taught him how painful it could be to fight the drug.
"He said he was, but I think he's lying. He almost lost it when he saw me in the shower. Took a cold one too."
Zechs turned shocked eyes on Duo only to find the young man grinning like a maniac. He got the distinct feeling he was in trouble somehow. The feeling got confirmation as two warm bodies suddenly pressed up against him. Heero snaked an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close for a kiss. Meanwhile, Duo grabbed his waist and dragged him back into the room. He heard more than saw Heero lock the door after him.
Duo's hands opened his shirt and began a slow exploration of his chest. They found his nipples and when he gasped, Heero slid his tongue into Zechs' mouth and playfully teased at his tongue. The drug began to surge through his system again. Fire took the place of his blood. Then Heero slipped his hand into the older man's pants and began to gently knead the flesh there. What little conscious thought Zechs had shut down. His hips thrust up against Heero's hand and he moaned into the pilot's mouth.
With a slight laugh, Heero pulled his lips away to let Zechs breath. He closely watched the gasping noble. Already the blonde's eyes were glazed over and he didn't seem to know that his shirt was now on the floor. Duo worked fast.
"Over it, huh? You shouldn't try to fight this on your own." Giving Duo a look, Heero guided Zechs to the bed. Pulling his hand out of Zechs' pants, Heero unzipped them and pushed the panting man back on the bed. In seconds, a pair of pants landed on the floor near the bed. A ragged moan echoed in the room.
Duo, meanwhile, was in the bathroom looking for something. All the cabinets were open, the drawers pulled out, and items were scattered everywhere on the counter. Duo looked at the mess with a confused expression on his face. It had to be here. Didn't it? Where else would it be? Heero was going to kill him. Resigned, Duo went back to the bedroom. He froze at the bathroom door. Before him was an interesting sight.
Zechs lay on his stomach pinned by Heero; his hands clutched the sheets above him as Heero slowly worked his fingers inside of the noble. The way Zechs was writhing, Heero had apparently found his sweet spot. And knowing the Perfect Soldier, he was probably exploiting that discovery. A desperate moan from the pinned man confirmed it. Heero was having way too much fun.
Duo shook his head when Heero sent him a questioning glance. The young man turned back to Zechs.
"Where is it Zechs? I don't want to hurt you."
"Heero, please I can handle this myself." Anything else the man would have said was lost as Heero moved one of his fingers. For several seconds, Zechs was caught up in pleasure so intense he couldn't breathe.
"That's an interesting thing for a man in your situation to be saying. I know what you're going through and I am going to help you. Where is it?"
Zechs squirmed on the bed. Only minutes before his former enemy had flipped him onto his stomach and begun to slowly penetrate him. The feel of those long fingers moving inside him brought the reality of the situation crashing down around Zechs. What he had done with Duo could be blamed on the drug, but it was almost out of his system. This felt too much like taking unfair advantage.
He had started stuttering an excuse, a reason for Heero to stop, when the Japanese pilot found that special spot within him. With experience beyond his years, Heero manipulated that spot. The gentle touch so unlike what Zechs expected. Now he was trapped. Desire flooded his senses overwhelming rational thought. A large part of him wanted to tell Heero anything because it would lead to even greater pleasure. However, Zechs could be very stubborn, especially when it came to his sense of honor.
Heero moved the two fingers he had inside Zechs slowly. Not only did he have to stretch the man out, but he also needed an answer to his question. Zechs groaned and moved back against the fingers. Control seemed like a foreign word.
"Where?" The question was punctuated with Heero's massaging Zechs inside. The blonde's back arched and his eyes stared out at nothing. Every nerve sang with mind-blowing ecstasy. At last, he fell back into himself. He couldn't take anymore.
"The ni... nightstand. It's in the nightstand." He gasped out at last. If they wanted to be taken advantage of, who was he to argue? Dimly, he heard Duo rummaging around. The chestnut-haired pilot gleefully displayed a tube of lubricant and began to strip. Heero and Zechs watched the show with appreciative eyes.
When Duo was finally naked, Heero pulled Zechs onto his hands and knees. Still smiling, Duo slid under him. Behind them, Heero removed his clothing. As Zechs followed Duo's gaze to the now naked man, his eyes went comically wide. No wonder they had been so insistent on having lubricant. Heero was...was...large. Duo laughed.
"Don't worry," Duo assured him. "Heero is always careful." Then he pulled Zechs down for a kiss. It was soul deep and so enticing. Their tongues spared and twined playfully. Just when the noble thought he would suffocate from the kiss, Duo let him go. Panting, both men stared into the other's eyes. An amused violet pair drank in hungry blue. Behind them, Heero once again began his delicious torture.
Zechs became lost in sensation. He lived only to feel. Heero moving inside him. Touching that incredible place. Duo rolling his hips into Zechs'. His warm, wet mouth teasing at hardened nipples. It went on for an eternity. Finally, Duo spoke.
"I think he's ready, Heero." The other nodded.
The smaller pilot spread his legs even wider and guided Zechs to his opening. The older man's eyes questioned Duo. In response, Duo grabbed Zechs for another deep kiss and pushed himself against the hard length he so wanted inside him. It was enough for Zechs. He pushed against Duo and in one move buried himself completely in tight, velvet heat.
Duo fell back on the bed with a moan even as Heero grasped Zechs' hips and began his slow penetration. The nobleman collapsed onto Duo. He hadn't thought he could go any deeper into the young man under him, but he did as he strained to get away from Heero. Oh, how it hurt and felt so good at the same time. Pleasure and pain. Pain and pleasure. Searing his senses. Driving him mad. He wanted Heero to stop, to go faster, to go slower. Anything but what he was doing now. Once more Duo came to his rescue.
Duo gently suckled on one nipple, while his hands caressed and teased the other. The pain faded, drown by Duo's hands and mouth. At last, Heero was completely inside Zechs. He could feel the older man's muscles tightening around him. The sensation made Heero want to start thrusting immediately, but he knew Zechs needed time to adjust. Placing gentle kiss on the others sweat slick back, Heero waited.
The tremors running through Zechs slowed and then stopped. He was ready, but unsure of how to proceed. Heero took the lead. The Japanese pilot moved back and pulled Zechs with him. Duo whimpered a little. The movement was nothing short of heaven. When Zechs had almost pulled entirely out of Duo, Heero stopped him. With a sudden thrust of his hips, he pushed Zechs all the way back in. Now Duo really did writhe. The longhaired pilot grabbed the blonde's shoulder and pushed up against him. This time Zechs whimpered.
Heero pulled almost completely out of Zechs, making sure it took a long time. He noted that Duo, still sensitive from earlier, had moved one hand away from Zechs' shoulder.
"Don't let him," The Perfect Soldier whispered to his former enemy. The man didn't even think about arguing. In one swift move, he had both Duo's hands pinned above his head.
"Heero," Duo all but begged.
"This is what you get for leaving me alone with Relena for three hours," Heero quietly told his lover. To Zechs he said "Doesn't he just look unbelievably enticing like that?"
Zechs had to agree. Duo lay under them both, hair unbound and spread out like a blanket; his flesh glistened with sweat and his eyes, full of desire and need, begged for more. Begged for them to do anything they wanted, as long as they did it now.
Heero turned his attention back to setting a rhythm. He drew Zechs back out of Duo and onto his own member. It was incredibly erotic watching the two beautiful men under him moan and gasp for breath. Finally, he had Zechs where he wanted the noble and pushed the other man back into Duo. By this time, Zechs had figured out what Heero was doing. He let the pilot pull out of him and began to move backward, impaling himself on Heero's thickness. Then Heero pushed him back into Duo and they started over again.
The room filled with soft sounds as the rhythm increased in tempo. Breathing, sighs, whimpers. An occasional "please" drifted through the room. Zechs looked at Heero, who eventually nodded. Using one hand to keep Duo's hands pinned, the blonde aristocrat used the other to stroke Duo, keeping time with the thrusts. It was too much for Duo. As his hips thrust upward, eyes wide and staring, mouth open in a silent cry, he came.
Zechs followed closely after, filling his lover. Although Heero Yuy was perfect, no human could have resisted the sight of the two beautiful men locked in the throes of passion. He followed them into an oblivion of ecstasy and completion.
End Part 2
Part Three How Quatre spent the night
Part Four Time for a Little Revenge
Phoenix
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