Sitting quietly in one corner of the darkened
room, the computer's soft electrical hum was overshadowed only by
the even breathing coming from a ragged mattress that was against
one wall. The stillness was suddenly broken as a spat of green
lettering scrolled up the screen in a blur and the computer
chirruped a warning, the sound loud in the silence.
One of the bed's occupants jerked upward,
jarring the other sleeper, who murmured grouchily and stirred. A
gentle hand stroked the restless one's back, soothing the boy back
to sleep as the other painstakingly extracted himself from both
tangled limbs and hair that were clinging to him fiercely.
Patiently, Heero eased out of the bed without
waking his lover, careful not to pull even a single strand of the
long hair that was spread over the sheets. Duo shifted over to
snuggle in the warm spot that Heero had just vacated, sighing in his
sleep.
Padding over to the computer, unconcerned with
his nudity, Heero seated himself on a low stool and quickly read
over the new mission specs. It was solo mission for him, not too
dangerous but still...
Duo was not going to be pleased. There were
few things that the other pilot hated more than being left behind.
He glanced back at Duo, who was as equally
wrapped in the blankets as he was in his own hair, and looking so
very young in his sleep, like the child that he wasn't. Sprawled out
like that Duo looked oddly enticing, all that soft hair binding his
lover like some bizarre form of bondage. They'd fallen asleep after
making love the night before and Duo hadn't had the energy tied it
back in its usual braid.
Studying the sleeping boy, Heero briefly
debated with waking him up. He knew he should; past experience had
taught him that if Duo slept with his hair loose it could take over
an hour to untangle it the next day. But if he woke his lover now,
Duo would want to know why he was up and then he'd want to discuss
the mission. Or rather, argue about the fact that Heero was going
without him.
Mentally, Hero weighed his options; discussing
this with Duo or spending time the next day combing out his lover's
hair, which usually led to them putting the worn mattress of their
borrowed room to good use.
It wasn't a difficult decision.
Turning back to the screen, he quickly typed
his acceptance to the assignment and sent it, reviewing the mission
objectives even as his mind strayed back to the boy sleeping only a
few feet away, who had, against Heero's better judgment, become his
lover, a fact that had been most unexpected.
Not that his lover was male; that was no
surprise, not really. Heero wasn't really sure if he was homosexual
or if it was simply something about Duo that just attracted him. It
didn't really bother him either way. It wasn't that he didn't like
women; he simply didn't understand them. Frail, fickle creatures,
both their skin and their emotions easily bruised.
A man he could understand. A man wouldn't be
afraid of words or a touch that slightly too rough. You knew what a
man wanted and you either gave it to him or you didn't, end of
problem. A man held no mysteries to him.
Or so Heero had believed. Until he'd met a
certain longhaired, loudmouthed, annoying, obnoxious...beautiful
idiot. Until Duo Maxwell. The loudmouthed American seemed so shallow
at first sight; a laughing joker, the consummate village idiot but
Duo had proved to be far more than he appeared. The boy had depths
within him that did justice to those in the Pacific Ocean, all
hidden beneath a teasing smile.
No, he didn't understand Duo Maxwell, wasn't
sure if he ever would. Every time he thought he'd come close it
seemed he had only brushed the surface. And yet, he still tried,
because the more he learned, the more fascinating Duo became.
Besides, Heero Yuy never liked to leave a
mission incomplete.
A soft sound behind him gave him pause and
Heero glance over to see Duo shifting in his sleep. He'd kicked off
the blankets and now was clothed in nothing more than his own
tangled hair. Heero let his eyes linger briefly on the nude figure
of lover, his own body reacting in a predictable manner at the
sight. Resolutely, he returned his attention to the screen. Time
enough for that later.
That was another thing that had changed, he
mused silently as he continued to type. Sex was something else that
he had thought he understood. Stress relief, driven by adrenaline
after a battle, something to ease tension and nothing more.
Duo had taught him otherwise. To Duo, sex was
a challenge, a game and sometimes...sometimes it was something else
entirely. Sometimes it felt as if the physical pleasure was only
incidental, secondary to simply being with Duo, listening to the
soft sounds his lover made when he was touched, stroked, watching
those lovely eyes close, his soft lips part as he gasped and arched
up into Heero's touch. Even more beautiful in his pleasure than he
was in his sleep and it was all part of making love to the shining
creature that was Duo Maxwell.
Making love. It was Duo who had taught him
that.
Heero was beginning to wonder if he had ever
understood anything.
Abruptly, Heero stopped and frowned at the
computer as he realized he'd accidentally typed the words 'making
love' instead of what he'd meant to type. He really needed to keep
his mind on his work and he wondered briefly if Duo was becoming too
much of a distraction to him. He dismissed to idea instantly. It
wasn't like that, it wasn't, because if it was then he would have to
let go of what was interfering in his mission, never touch Duo
again, never be with the boy who had taught him...
"Thinking about me, eh?"
Arms wound themselves around Heero's waist and
he jumped slightly, heard a sleepy chuckle in response.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." Duo
buried his face in the bare skin of Heero's back and inhaled deeply,
as if scenting his lover. One hand drifted up lazily to the keyboard
and highlighted the phrase 'making love' that was still glaring out
from the screen. "Why, Heero Yuy, are you writing those letters to
Playgirl again?" Duo clicked his tongue in mock disappointment.
"What have I told you about that? You don't have to try to live up
to those letters to the editor. They're all faked anyway. Except
yours," he allowed.
"Idiot," Heero said, smiling slightly. He
deleted the phrase, ignoring Duo's snicker and trying not to squirm
as the other boy took a sudden interest in licking the skin at the
small of his back.
"Whatcha doing up anyway? A mission?" Duo's
words were muffled against Heero's back and the seated boy sighed.
So much for not discussing this until the morning. He nodded,
stoically continuing his work even as he felt Duo's arms tighten
around him.
"I take it that you're going alone on this
one."
He could hear the frown in Duo's voice, and
even though it wasn't really a question, he answered anyway, already
steeling himself for the upcoming battle. Fighting mobile suits he
could handle, battling his lover was something else entirely. "Yes."
"Humph."
Heero frowned slightly, pausing in his typing.
Was that it? Usually Duo kicked up enough of a fuss to let half the
continent know that he was upset. It was rather...unsettling...to
not have to argue with the other boy on this.
"You're all right with that?" he asked,
already kicking himself mentally. Here was Duo, all prepared to let
him go without a fuss and now he was trying to pick a fight.
Obviously, he'd tried to self-destruct one too many times. It was
starting to affect his brain.
"Hell, no, I'm not all right with that," Duo
retorted sharply. His hands slid abruptly from around Heero's waist
and just as suddenly they switched directions, sliding down his
lover's thighs and stroking teasingly. He shifted up on his knees,
his tongue swiping wetly across Heero's ear before he whispered
softly, "I just have something else on my mind right now."
Letting his head fall back against Duo's
shoulder, Heero sighed, allowing the touch. Now this was something
he understood. He might not understand Duo Maxwell but there was no
doubting that he wanted him.
Turning slightly, he pulled Duo into his lap
and captured those smiling lips with his own. The mission wasn't for
two more days and he already had the objectives memorized. Better to
spend the time doing...other things.
He barely had time to steal a brief kiss
before Duo was already squirming away, sliding down to kneel on the
floor between Heero's knees. A mischievous grin was his only warning
and Heero drew in a sharp breath as a warm hand wrapped around his
growing erection, stroking teasingly soft.
Closing his eyes, Heero gasped softly at the
wet flicker of a tongue against his skin, trailing up his shaft to
circle the head and then abruptly engulfing his cock in liquid heat
as Duo's mouth closed over him.
Once, when he had first met Duo, the pilot had
told him, rather cheekily, that he was an excellent cocksucker. At
the time, Heero hadn't even dignified that little piece of
information with a glare.
He had a slightly different perspective on the
issue now.
Clutching a double handful of Duo's hair that
he had no recollection of grabbing, Heero arched upward, thrusting
into that sweet warmth and Duo allowed it, easily riding out his
lover's movements. It seemed to last forever, Duo going from only
barely holding him in his mouth to sucking almost painfully hard,
until Heero was writhing on the small chair with only Duo's arms
keeping him from toppling off.
Dimly, he could hear himself making the most
embarrassing noises, whimpering loudly as he surrendered to Duo's
talented mouth. Pleasure arced through him and he threw his head
back, hands gripping Duo's head as he shoved himself deeply into the
other boy's mouth and came.
He could feel Duo swallowing around him, soft
pulses of ecstasy still shuddering through him as his lover gently
released him, pressing gentle kisses along his softening shaft.
Trembling, Heero slid off the stool and into Duo's arms, the floor
wonderfully cool against his overheated skin.
Duo nuzzled his ear tenderly, the tip of his
tongue tracing the whorls of Heero's ear. "I love you," he said, for
once his voice hushed and serious. Heero closed his eyes and rested
his forehead against Duo's shoulder, saying nothing.
If there was one thing he knew for certain
about Duo Maxwell it was that he never lied. Might not exactly tell
the truth, but he didn't lie. You just had to know which questions
to ask.
But there could be no mistaking those words.
Standing, Heero looked at the boy still
kneeling on the floor in front of him. Unabashedly nude, a gentle,
half-smile curved his lips, his emotions shining in his eyes. So
many times Duo had said those words, whispered them, screamed them
as he convulsed in pleasure. Never had he gotten a response and yet
he still said them, for reasons that Heero could not understand.
Frustration flared within him, but he tamped
it back firmly. He had a mission in two days and he didn't need this
distraction. He pushed it aside, as he always did, vowing that they
would deal with this later. Someday.
Holding a hand out, he helped Duo to his feet
and abruptly found himself sprawled out on the mattress with an
armful of laughing idiot. A soft laugh of his own escaped as he
rolled quickly, pinning Duo beneath him. As he tipped the other boy
back onto the bed, already lost in a kiss, Heero suddenly didn't
care if he ever understood who or what Duo Maxwell was, so long as
Duo was his.
-finis
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