Smells Like Teen Spirit
by Link Worshiper

(x) X (x)

Game 39
And the Gods Made Love

(x) X (x)

Heero turned off the engine of the Cooper and slumped back in the driver’s seat as the twin headlights automatically darkened and left both him and Duo in shadow. He and Duo had driven zigzags through the sleepy, nighttime town until Heero found himself turning into his driveway and guiding the Mini back up to its home in the garage at the end of it. His eyes slipped to his right, catching the indigo glint of Duo’s eyes in the blackness, and he let out a tiny, indistinguishable noise.

“What’s up, ‘Ro?” Duo wondered, his voice piping up in the darkness like the bodiless voice of a spectre. “Lose your cufflinks or something?”

The dim moonlight shining into the car through the open door of the garage lighted the faint smile that glimmered on Heero’s lips. “I forgot to bring you home,” he said with a small shrug as he turned his body towards Duo’s side of the car. He snorted gently, adding, “I suppose I’m just used to ‘home’ being wherever you are.”

There was a flicker of movement in the darkness beside Heero, and suddenly, those large violet, lamp-like eyes were much larger than they had been moments before. “Do you see me complaining?” Duo asked, his voice a few octaves lower than usual, a low, growling purr that shivered down Heero’s sides and between his thighs. The feeling of Duo’s hot breath ghosting across his face certainly didn’t help that incapacitating feeling that overtook him.

“I can’t see you at all right now,” Heero managed to whisper back with a swallow.

Two hands suddenly pressed themselves against the tops of Heero’s thighs, practically burning through the fabric of his pants. “You can feel me though, can’t you?” Duo whispered huskily, his breath puffing across Heero’s face with each word.

Heero let out a groan, which was meant to be a ‘yes’, but didn’t quite come out that way. The low moan was cut off by a slightly-open mouth that tasted vaguely of chocolate.

“Can you taste me too?” Duo whispered against Heero’s parted lips a few warm moments later. His moon-splashed, pink tongue darted out and swiped itself across Heero’s plump lower lip; “Because I can certainly taste you.”

Another whimper of agreement fell from Heero’s mouth as he pressed for another kiss from Duo. He could feel Duo leaning in closer, his hands pressing deeper into his thighs as he practically climbed over the hand brake and stick shift that rested between the two seats, a stray hand slipping off his thigh and delving inside it. Before long, Heero found himself being crushed against the back of his suddenly-reclining chair, with Duo straddling his lap and still kissing him feverishly. “Duo, this isn’t the place,” he managed to get out as Duo’s questing lips started nuzzling his cheeks and around his jaw.

“Every place is someplace,” Duo murmured against Heero’s skin as he started kissing down Heero’s neck, fumbling with the tie around Heero’s throat. “Weren’t you the one just saying that?”

It seemed vaguely like a throwback to their earlier conversation, but the more Heero thought about it, the less sense it made, so he decided to just ignore the comment. “Yeah, but Duo,” he said, trying to follow the thread of conversation as best he could, “I don’t want to get carried away and end up doing something like--oh!” He was cut off as Duo rocked his hips forward, teasing the sensitive, clothed region between both their legs.

A mischievous grin curled Duo’s lips. “I’m sorry? You were saying something?” He rolled his hips against Heero’s again, just to hear that surprised noise from Heero again. It was strangely gratifying, especially when Duo thought how it was him that caused Heero to elicit such needy sounds.

Heero threw his head back as Duo’s wandering kisses began again, staring up at the car’s roof without really seeing it. “It’s just that, with the way things are going,” he gasped as articulately as he could, “I might find myself doing something I--”

“Yes?” Duo had completely loosened Heero’s tie, and the silky cloth now hung uselessly around Heero’s neck like a fancy stretch of rope as Duo set to work on the tiny buttons of Heero’s shirt, nipping at them with both teeth and fingers. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught one of Heero’s hands snaking towards the door as if to open it, and his spare hand shot out and clamped down on the lock, a silent word of resistance.

Suddenly, a hand gripped the side of Duo’s face and yanked it away from Heero’s body. Duo soon found himself staring up into a pair of very serious eyes, and he couldn’t help but listen as the words came from Heero’s lips. “If I make love to you, Duo,” he said, his eyes not once leaving the long-haired demon’s, “I want to do it for the first time in a bed, where it won’t feel cheap or random.”

All sense of reality drained out of Duo’s mind as his breath quickened. It wasn’t because of the suggestion of sex, but more because Heero actually wanted an intimate act like that to mean something more than just a casual fuck. In a strange way, it was easily the most romantic thing Duo had ever heard. No one Duo had ever been intimate with had ever cared enough about Duo to worry about whether or not they did it in a suitable place; the most sexual experience Duo had was the few ugly times Solo had his way with him, and that hardly counted. When it came down to it, Duo doubted that anyone he’d ever met cared for him as much as Heero did. Which was exactly why he found himself nodding, even though his body was saying something completely different.

“Mm, come on, love,” Duo moaned into Heero’s ear as he pressed against him once more. “Just a little touch.... Anything, please....”

Heero moaned Duo’s name, wishing desperately to just damn everything and see how things played out under these circumstances, but his prior statement that he didn’t want any progression in their romance to seem cheap. “We really shouldn’t,” he whimpered, though the advancement of his hands to Duo’s hips didn’t do much for the statement. He pulled Duo as close to him as he could and let his eyes slip closed as Duo graced him with more kisses.

“Duo!” Heero exclaimed when he felt the light brush of fingers slither between their bodies and stroke him in a devious manner. “Duo, please don’t tempt me,” he begged in a softer, ragged voice as the sound of the doors unlocking resonated throughout the car.

Duo cocked his head and glared at the door suspiciously as Heero reached over to open it. He could have sworn he’d just locked the door, but apparently, Heero had found time to sneak his hand over and open it when Duo wasn’t paying attention. He shook his head and reluctantly slid out of the car and leaned on the door, waiting for Heero to get out too.

“I’m sorry, Duo,” Heero said quietly as he also clambered out of the car, standing beside the open door and looking down at his black dress shoes. He could see the toes of Duo’s feet and most of his pant-covered shins on the other side of the red car door, and found himself speaking to them. “I want you so much,” he whispered. “I think, maybe, I want you too much....”

“Join the club, Heero,” Duo purred in a sensual tone that attracted the attention of Heero’s eyes. The sight of Duo leaning on the top of the open door with that certain, half-lidded expression in his eyes definitely didn’t help Heero’s self-control very much.

Heero raked a trio of fingers through his long, shaggy bangs, his dark blue eyes darting to the side to avert that very sexual look haunting Duo’s face. “I don’t want to get carried away and end up doing something you really don’t want, or might regret,” he said, hoping he didn’t sound as stupid as he thought he did. Ultramarine eyes danced back in Duo’s direction as he whispered, “I love you too much for that.”

Duo’s body loosened at the statement, staring at Heero with those wide, violet eyes. Every time Heero said those three little words, they always managed to make Duo react with surprise, as well as weakening him at the knees. No one had ever told him that he was loved like that.

Heero’s continued speaking wrenched Duo from his current train of thought, suggesting that they go inside. Duo nodded and slammed the car door shut, following Heero out the side door of the garage, and pausing in the doorway for a moment to give the car one last glance before he left. He smiled at the license plate stamped with the word ‘Wing’ as it glinted in the moonlight, silently remembering that he was no longer alone now that he had Heero.

They walked side-by-side across the back yard to the kitchen door and entered the quiet, dark house. Heero collapsed on one of the barstools around the island with a sigh and Duo shrugged off his jacket, depositing it on another stool on his way to the refrigerator. Opening it flooded the kitchen with bright, yellowish-white light, and Duo spent a couple moments rooting through it in search of something to drink. A bottle of cola in hand, he closed the door and slowly cut through the shadows to the cupboard where the glasses were.

“It’s nice to see you’re at home here,” Heero commented as he watched the progress of Duo’s shadowy outline in the darkness. Realizing they didn’t have to sit in the pitch black by that, lighted only by moonlight, Heero got up and headed for the hall door, beside which was the light switch. He pushed the little, white slider up a bit, casting the kitchen in a dull, golden light. “That’s better,” he murmured, though the comment had more to do with the fact that he could now see Duo perfectly than anything.

“Well, back at the garage, it’s kind of lonely if no one’s around to visit. Here, you’ve got people going in and out all the time. You know, like a real family,” Duo said as he poured himself a glass of the fizzy soda and then went to return the bottle to the fridge. “Speaking of which,” he went on, furrowing a brow and looking around with the cup poised just below his lips, “where is everybody?”

“Meilan and Wufei are hosting a small after-party, so I think Trowa and Quatre will probably head over there when the dance is over,” Heero said, glancing up at the clock just as both hands settled on the eleven. “O-kaa-san and O-tou-san went out tonight to some gala for their company in the next town, so they won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon.”

“So we have the house to ourselves, eh?” That devious, feral grin started to creep up on Duo’s features again, and Heero felt a rather pleasurable shudder skitter down his spine just by catching it out of the corner of his eye.

“You’re a right little pervert, Duo,” Heero commented wryly as he leaned against the counter, simply gazing at Duo.

“And damn proud of it,” Duo announced with a smug grin, pounding his chest once. He let his hands drop as he stooped a little, creeping over towards Heero with a very cat-like grin on his face. Sidling right up to the counter Heero was leaning against, he slowly started to melt against the short, Japanese boy, his arms falling around Heero’s waist and his body pressing close enough for Heero to feel every aspect of the hard, aroused body beneath that mussed tuxedo. “But really,” he breathed, “with someone like you around, can you really blame me?” A tiny kiss that dissolved into a playful nibble fell upon Heero’s ear.

Heero might have murmured some response, but it was garbled in his throat as Duo spun Heero around, pressing Heero’s back against the edge of the counter, still crushing their bodies together.

“Hm, you never struck me as someone who would play hard-to-get, ‘Ro,” said Duo as he cuddled Heero like the Japanese boy was some kind of over-sized stuffed animal. Rubbing his cheek indulgently against Heero’s, he added as an afterthought, “Though I guess the way you kept running away from Relena’s affections should have been a hint....”

Despite the subject of Duo’s last sentence, it did very little to ruin the moment. “Duo, I would never toy with someone’s feelings like that,” Heero said as his own hands started wandering across Duo’s back, slipping up underneath his jacket and untucking his shirt. “The reason I never returned Relena’s advances was because I didn’t like her in that way. It’s not my fault she kept trying to....” He trailed off, distracted by another one of Duo’s playful kisses. “Besides,” he went on, whispering into Duo’s ear, “I had my eye on someone else already.”

“God, you’re cute,” Duo purred giddily. He pulled back, flicking Heero’s forehead playfully as he grinned and said with a laugh, “Who woulda thought that the toughest guy on the planet could be so shy and innocent... and sappy too!” Duo bent back in to nuzzle Heero’s nose affectionately, never getting enough of the touch and smell of Heero.

“I never thought that anyone would ever see that side of me,” Heero answered in a quiet voice, though it still held that serious tone he usually spoke with.

“You know, I should have really guessed it a long time ago.... That you were a total softie, that is,” Duo mused thoughtfully in response. “A total, hard-ass bastard could never kiss as sweetly as you do, drunk or otherwise. Your kissing is so gentle, like you think I might break.” Duo shook his head and removed a wandering hand from Heero’s body to run it through his ruffled, shaggy bangs. “I was so blind. With all your gazes and smiles that you saved only for me, it should have been so obvious....” He looked away for a moment, purple eyes darting about the golden-lit kitchen nervously. “But I was so busy focusing on your tough attitude and the fact that you play sports, I missed the real you. I fell for the mask, when all the while, you could see right through mine.” At that, he finally reached up and removed the black, velvet mask he’d been wearing from over his eyes and pulled it off, discarding it on the counter beside Heero.

Smiling gently at the sight of Duo’s face without the mask, Heero reached up and let one finger trail down the bridge of Duo’s pert nose. “It’s hard, you know, having to act like a total hard-ass all the time. Sometimes... sometimes is just really rough having to be the hero all the time. I hate that.” Heero raised a hand and gingerly placed it on Duo’s cheek. “All I’ve ever wished for was to have someone who loved me; someone who was real and genuine, and didn’t give a fuck what others thought.” One of Heero’s tiny smiles flickered across his lips as he finished, “That’s why I fell in love with you. You were boundless and free, and made me feel the same joys I felt when I was a child.” At the mention of childhood, the corners of Heero’s mouth twitched downwards, but it was hardly noticed, because right then, he was drawing Duo in for a sweet exchange of lips and tongue.

At the next break in their kissing, Duo said, “Man, I feel you. It sucks when you have to be an adult before you’re a kid.”

He didn’t elaborate much more on that, and instead returned to their kiss, gently sliding his hands lower and slipping them behind Heero’s thighs so he could lift Heero up onto the countertop behind him. Now sitting on the ledge, Heero wrapped his legs around Duo’s and drew him close, his hands nimbly pushing Duo’s jacket off and letting it fall carelessly to the floor behind Duo’s feet.

A laugh fell from Duo’s lips when they pulled apart again, and before Heero realized it, he was sitting alone on the countertop, watching as a cloud of Duo’s atoms zinged out of the room, tempting him with playful chase. “Two can play that game!” Heero called after Duo, jumping back to the floor. He stooped to pick up Duo’s discarded jacket, tossing it over the back of one of the table’s chairs as he jogged after the misty shadow of Duo’s mutated body. Duo’s laughter echoed throughout the empty house-turned-playground, promising mischief and fun.

Duo, meanwhile, was having a ball tumbling through the air like a dark gust of wind, teasing Heero with his erratic, wispy movements. In fact, he was so preoccupied with Heero, that he didn’t even notice the door in front of him until his atoms bounced off of it in a splash of dark cloud, causing him to solidify and crash to the floor. Now on his ass, Duo rubbed his aching tailbone and glared at the door; he was certain that it had been standing wide open moments ago. “It’s not funny!” Duo said over his shoulder to Heero, who was holding his sides and chuckling, eyes crinkled shut with amusement.

“Yes, it is,” Heero managed to stammer through his laughter. “The great Duo Maxwell, defeated by a door!”

“Hey!”

Heero advanced towards Duo and dropped into a squat, his eyes smiling even wider than his lips. “You’re not the only one with a sense of humour around here.”

“And you’re not the only one around here with a sadistic streak!” Duo quipped back, giving Heero a harmless shove before bouncing to his feet and scampering around him.

Heero twisted around and rolled his eyes when Duo stuck his tongue out at him. “Are you trying to blame the fact you ran into that door on me?” he asked, cocking his head slightly. “That’s what you get for not looking where you were going, Duo.”

“Thank you, Dr. Yuy,” Duo quipped drolly. His eyes darted to his right, where the bottom of the staircase was, then back to Heero, his grin widening again. “Okay, we’ll play again,” he said, pulling at his necktie and loosening the first couple buttons of his shirt. “But this time, I’m gonna pay attention to where I’m going, so there!”

“If you weren’t so busy looking back over your shoulder, you’d see what was right in front of you before you smash your face into it,” Heero said, standing up and turning about to face Duo with an equally amused smile on his face. Though Heero’s lips never spread as wide as Duo’s did, it was easy to tell he was just as game for shenanigans as Duo was, especially since there was no one around to tell them that they couldn’t.

“Right! Catch me if you can, ‘Ro!” Duo exclaimed as he started to let himself mutate again. In a lower, slightly suggestive tone, he added, “You might just like the prize I’ve got in mind for you if you do.” As the last of his solid body dissolved, his voice bounced up to that light, teasing lilt again, “Come on; you know you want to!” And then, without anymore fanfare, Duo zinged off up the steps with Heero thundering up the rickety staircase behind him.

Floating at the top of the staircase, Duo wondered which ways he ought to zip next. When he was in his misty form, he always had a strange, out-of-body experience, because his eyes were dispersed all over the place, allowing him to see in all directions. There were four doors along the landing, three of which were open, and the choices were distracting Duo. The smacking sound of Heero’s feet as he bounded up the stairs forced Duo to make a quick decision, and he sailed to his left, flying through the slightly ajar door at the end of the hall.

Willing himself back to his normal body, Duo fell a foot out of the air and landed with a flourish of pillows and stuffed animals on the little, twin-sized bed. The room was about the same size as Heero’s, but seemed smaller due to all the things crammed in there. In addition to the bed, there was a sofa laden with plush toys, and a nearby bookcase filled with the frivolous little nicknacks that girls liked to keep. Judging by all that and the rather vibrant, green, gold and purple colour scheme, Duo figured he’d just barged into Catherine’s room. But when Heero finally caught up to him and burst into the room, a very heated, husky expression melting his midnight blue eyes, Duo found his mind running away with rather kinky images that involved him and Heero on Cathy’s bed in some compromising positions.

“Crazy little devil,” said Heero as a teddy bear flew from the couch and nailed Duo in the side of the head, knocking Duo off his center of balance for a moment.

Gathering his wits, Duo clutched the soft teddy bear and looked over towards the sofa, where Heero was lingering, his arms folded behind his head as he smirked innocently at Duo.

“Yes?” Heero drawled slowly, drawing his lower lip into his mouth and wetting it as he watched Duo from beneath his hooded eyes. There had been something that had sparked inside him when their chase had begun; something that made him want to grab Duo and drag him down no matter where they ended up and love him thoroughly, never mind what he had promised Duo earlier. The lust was eating him alive.

Duo was half-reclined on the bed, twisting around so he could fiddle with the stereo system positioned on the shelf over the headboard. He was surprised as it seemed to flick to life all by itself, the frequency bars leaping up suddenly with the notes emanating from the speakers. Furrowing one brow, Duo stared at the radio, trying to figure out how merely brushing it managed to turn the electronic device on, but was distracted by Heero’s arms as they slid around his torso and pulled him back against Heero’s hard chest.

[I’m here for my sanity, sanity;
I am here for you.
And I’m here for your fantasy, sanity;
I am here.
I am.]

“Heero, your sister’s got a funky stereo,” Duo said, still eyeing the thing oddly, despite the long, slim hands sliding around Duo’s body and pulling him until they both collapsed backwards onto the bed, their heads nestled in the pile of blankets at the foot of the bed.

“Ignore it, Duo,” whispered Heero into Duo’s ear, drawing a knee up beside Duo’s legs and getting comfortable beneath Duo’s weight. “I’ve got you,” he said offhandedly, which only did to make Duo confused.

“It would seem so,” Duo answered in a flat tone with a roll of his eyes, even though Heero couldn’t see it with the way their bodies were sprawled, one on top of the other, on the bed.

Like a warm puff of wind, Heero whispered heatedly into Duo’s ear, “So what do I win?”

Suddenly remembering their game of cat and mouse, Duo started to laugh, breaking free of Heero’s embrace and rolling beside him. Though they were both extremely squished on the small bed, neither one was complaining, especially when Duo started dancing his fingers up and down Heero’s chest, toying with the buttons of his shirt. “Who said anything about you winning?” Duo said with a smirk as his hand brushed over the cool metal of Heero’s belt buckle. Teasingly, he tugged at the leather strap and freed the two ends of it apart and tugging at the top button of Heero’s pants before letting his hands travel further down.

“Duo, you’re getting carried away again,” Heero said with a groan that clearly didn’t agree with his words. The rest of Heero’s body, for that matter, wasn’t doing much to concur with his statement either. “This....” Heero let out another sharp gasp as Duo let a pair of devious fingers drop inside Heero’s thigh. “This isn’t the place,” he managed to let out quickly, before Duo had a chance to touch him in another enticing way.

“Aw, you’re no fun,” Duo rolled his eyes, as if to say that a bed was a bed, whether it was Catherine’s or otherwise.

“Duo....” Heero’s voice carried a soft, slightly warning tone until Duo’s wandering fingers found their way back up to Heero’s partially undone fly and slid beneath the black, cloth flap; then, he let out a loud cry that would have woken even the deepest sleeper, exclaiming, “Duo!” with a sense of urgency such that he’d never felt in his entire life.

And just when Heero decided that he was through being a gentleman and more than ready to roll Duo onto his back for some serious kissing and worship, Duo elected it as the perfect moment to exercise his more than sadistic sense of humour. Just as Heero was leaning over the braided teen, on the verge of pinning him to Catherine’s mattress, Duo teleported right off the bed and flew out the door.

For a moment, Heero laid on the bed, alone, trying to compute what had just happened, and when he did, was on his feet in less than a second, chasing the black ball of shifting atoms that was bouncing down the hall.

Laughing like a madman, Duo zoomed past Heero’s door, hovering with indecision outside Mr. and Mrs. Barton’s room, before sailing to the left, towards Trowa’s open door. However, much like what had happened downstairs, just as Duo had glimpsed the dark blue walls of the room, the white door slammed suddenly, blocking his path. He flipped around to see Heero standing a few steps outside of Catherine’s door, smirking triumphantly at him as Duo wafted back towards him, lingering at last in front of the last bedroom door in the hall. Duo dropped back into his solid form, landing lightly on his toes as he stared Heero down, a smirk of his own widening his hellish grin.

“Go ahead,” Heero said, nodding his head towards his partially closed door. “I’m curious to see what you have planned next.”

Duo’s eyes glinted indigo as they slid to the side, examining the white-painted wood of Heero’s door. They flicked back at Heero for a moment, then returned to the door, lingering on it unnaturally long, which was more than enough to suggest to Heero that Duo was going to try and pull something any moment.

Heero’s inclination was dead on, because no sooner had he thought it, Duo mutated and shot at him like a bullet of dark storm cloud. The misty apparition shifted and floated around Heero like a mad swarm of bees and then flounced up to the bedroom door, sliding down its white surface and passing inside beneath the crack between it and the floor.

Once inside, Duo quickly returned to his human form and flattened his back against the door, holding it shut as Heero threw his weight against it in an attempt to come crashing through at top speed. Playfully malicious laughter escaped Duo’s throat as he felt the door shutter under Heero’s body weight again. “Ooh, getting desperate, ain’t’cha?” he taunted as he fumbled for the door handle. After some blind groping, Duo managed to lock it and quickly skittered off towards the bed, kicking off his stiff dress shoes and plopping down on the edge of the mattress. He rocked back and forth, giggling like a grade schooler as Heero continued his attack on the door. “Now what’re you gonna do about that?”

His laughter soon halted, as a noisy click resonated throughout the dark room, louder than even the music that was still wafting softly from the radio in Catherine’s room. Then, Duo’s jaw nearly hit the floor as he watched the door’s handle slowly twist around and allow Heero entry to the room. “What?! How’d you do that?!” Duo exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at the dim outline of Heero’s body in the doorway.

“Caught you,” Heero whispered as his lips melted into a seductive smile.

“But I definitely locked that door!” Duo protested, pointing rigidly at the brass handle beneath Heero’s palm. “Your door sucks, Heero!”

The smirk on Heero’s face dazzled, even in the bad light. “There’s a certain trick to it,” he said, just as he always did whenever anyone complained about the lock. “It’s actually quite simple if you know what it is,” he continued, raising one hand level with the side of his head and stretching his fingers slightly. The gesture seemed strange, even ridiculous, until Duo noticed the way the tail of his braid was slowly rising into the air, leading the whole rope of long, chestnut hair into an exotic, snake-like dance. It took about a minute of silence and dumb staring before Duo was able to figure out that it was Heero who was making his hair move like that.

“A psychic? All this time you were a mutant too?” Duo breathed, too shocked to have much more of a reaction. Though he was having trouble wrapping his mind around the concept, his eyes didn’t deceive him, and the visual proof was right there, his braid wiggling through mid-air, as if by magic. All of a sudden, many things started to make sense to Duo: everything from the spontaneously breaking furniture that one time Heero had been on the phone with Solo to simpler things, like the lock on Heero’s door. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Duo whispered, shaking his head curiously.

“Because it wasn’t necessary,” Heero said with a shrug as he stepped into the shadowy room, silently closing the door behind him and leaning against it. He dropped his hand to his side, and simultaneously, Duo’s errant hair swung back down behind his back, the slack end of it coiled on the mattress beside him.

“You know, you could have saved us both a lot of heartache if you’d just said so,” Duo grumbled, crossing his arms. “Then I might have noticed how cool you were before things got so... so insane between us!” He threw his arms up in the air and shook his head. “Why do things always gotta be so complex?” he muttered to himself.

“It’s more interesting that way, that’s why,” Heero said, watching Duo with a mysteriously ambiguous expression in his eyes. “The hardship has made us stronger.”

Thinking about it, Duo realized that what Heero said was true. If, hypothetically, they had started out on the right foot, their relationship might not have been nearly as fiery as it was, and had Heero not already had a romantic interest in him, Duo doubted they would have ended up as lovers. “So you don’t regret any of what’s happened between us?” Duo asked.

“Not a second of it,” Heero answered almost right away. “If I had done anything differently that might have cost me this moment, right now, and my future with you, then that would be where my regrets were.” He pushed off the door, taking a few, swaggering steps towards Duo, that mysterious smile still etched into his moonlit features.

The tip of Duo’s tongue dampened his lips as he watched Heero glide towards him in the shadows. Even without the added knowledge that Heero was a mutant, there was something very ethereal about him, especially with the way the bluish-white light streamed in through the windows and hit his face, casting it with patches of silver and inky splotches of darkness. “Coming for your prize now?” he asked as a teasing grin pulled at his cheeks.

“Yeah,” Heero whispered, toeing off his shoes and nearing Duo all the while.

As Heero drew closer to Duo with each step, Duo was aware of his necktie slowly loosening around his neck. Before long, the slender strip of silk cloth fell loosely from its knot, draped around Duo’s neck. When Heero was close enough to stand between Duo’s thighs, the Japanese lacrosse player grabbed each end of the tie and tugged Duo closer to him for a kiss. Lips playing gently with each other, the buttons of Duo’s shirt began to slide open, popping down the white hem one after the other and revealing Duo’s slimly muscled torso.

Parting from the kiss, Duo rolled his head back as the buttons continued to separate from the other half of his shirt until the oxford hung in limp, white billows from Duo’s shoulders. Heero’s kisses fell under his exposed jaw and down Duo’s long neck, across his clavicle and downwards as Duo groaned, “It’s still strange to remember that you’re a telekinetic.” Heero’s fingers none-too-gracefully tugged one half of the shirt from Duo’s shoulder, laying kisses down his pectorals, causing Duo to twitch with surprise and pleasure when his warm tongue meandered across one nipple. As Heero did so, Duo managed to stammer, “But I think I’ll learn to not mind it so much.”

“Wouldn’t you like me better for it?” Heero asked as he kissed his way back up Duo’s neck, panting softly as Duo wrenched Heero back upright and started pulling at the tails of his oxford, his fingers working the buttons of his vest and shirt.

“Yeah,” Duo murmured almost incoherently as he grabbed Heero around the waist and pressed him as close to his body as he could, nuzzling the loose folds of cloth at Heero’s hip, loosening his pants and shirt more. He could feel Heero growing hard against his shoulder as they clawed at each other’s clothes.

“Well, I suppose I’m no longer the big wrench in your spokes anymore,” Heero commented, looking down at the boy sitting on the edge of his bed with arms wandering about Heero’s lower body as he cuddled, kissed and explored. “I’m just another mutant now, aren’t I?”

Duo’s ministrations paused, his hands clamping down on Heero’s hips as he leaned back. Tilting his head back so he could meet Heero’s eyes, saying firmly, “Heero, you could never be ‘just another anything’ to me.”

“Duo...?” Heero blinked down at him, highly aware of how Duo’s arms were still wrapped almost possessively around his body, holding them close together. Heero’s hands found their way to the top of Duo’s head, his fingers slipping beneath the thick, pulled-back tresses slicked back into its traditional, tightly-wound braid. Gently, without even really realizing it, he started to massage Duo’s scalp with the tips of his fingers.

“You’re special to me no matter what you are,” Duo purred, leaning up into the comforting feel of Heero’s swirling fingers. “I don’t care anymore; I just want you.”

Heero’s massaging stopped, his hands slipping down the sides of Heero’s face, cupping it around his ears and holding his head in place so their eyes locked. He let out Duo’s name again in a low, husky whisper, his one finger crossing Duo’s cheek beneath one eye and tracing the line of his nose.

“Heero, don’t let me be scared of you,” Duo said softly, batting Heero’s hands away with a roll of his head and leaning in to bury his nose against Heero’s stomach, noticing how hot Heero was becoming due to his touch. “I’m not scared of the world anymore.”

“You sure did a good job of faking it,” Heero answered, suddenly very conscious of the screaming feeling of need between his thighs, pressing against Duo’s collarbone and separated only by his half-undone pants. Embarrassment crept through his veins and rose in his cheeks as he realized that Duo could was probably just as aware of his growing arousal as he was, especially with the way Duo had been pulling and loosening his clothes all this while.

His fretting wasn’t unfounded, though it certainly didn’t seem like Duo was complaining when he commented about it. “Getting a little hungry for that prize, aren’t you?”

“Duo,” Heero murmured, “I really wish you wouldn’t keep talking about yourself like you’re an object to be--” He was cut off as he felt a warm dampness nip at his warm, needy cock, half clothed with his slipping trousers. Angling his head downwards, he was rewarded with the highly erotic sight of Duo tentatively kissing the sensitive flesh just inside the fly of his black dress pants, capping the tip of it with his slightly parted lips. The very image was sending attacks of unbelievable pleasure throughout Heero’s body, and combined with the sensations that were actually undulating from beneath Duo’s well-versed mouth, Heero thought he was going to burst into flames.

“I’m sorry, were you saying something?” Duo asked with a sly grin, his lips caressing Heero’s arousal as he whispered.

Before Heero had a chance to reply, he was overwhelmed by the tongue sliding down his most sensitive organ as it was sheathed in Duo’s burning mouth. His eyes grew wide and his mouth fell open in a silent scream as Duo delved deeper into his unbuttoned fly with his questing lips and teeth. Heero found himself supporting his weight against the tall, carved bedpost just beside him as Duo held him fast and continued to taste and tease his hardened sex like a starved man craving food.

“D-Duo....” Heero managed to groan, the simple syllable rising from the back of his throat like a harsh croak. “I can’t.... Oh God, that feels good....” His breath hitched and his words died, crushed beneath the loud hum of another moan.

A snarky grin ripped Duo’s lips as he pulled his mouth from Heero’s now-wet cock. Letting go of Heero’s waist, he planted his hands on the squishy mattress and leaned back on them, all the while regarding the lust-stricken expression riddling Heero’s face. “Like that, angel?” he asked, licking his lips suggestively. The bedroom look in his eyes and the loose, wrinkled tuxedo, which hung enticingly on his narrow frame, did nothing to make Duo seem any more innocent.

One arm wrapped around the bedpost for support, Heero examined Duo from behind his thick, shaggy fringe with his lust-drunken eyes, wondering what else Duo had stashed up his sleeve. “Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting it,” he said, touching his head against the spindly, dark brown wood of the bedpost. “But I don’t think I can say I minded.”

With a snort, Duo retorted, “What, with the way I’ve been grinding up against you every chance I got all night, you didn’t expect me to try something sexual on you? Please.” He snorted again, though this time it was more like a stifled laugh, and rolled his eyes. “And don’t give me that crap about you wanting to hold off; I bet you wanted to jump my bones as badly as I wanted to do to you.” Duo laughed right out at the last part.

“Duo, you’re such a pervert,” Heero said in such a bland, flat tone, that it made Duo roll on his back with an unabashed laughing fit. Heero wound his other arm around the bedpost, just watching Duo giggle like mad with his hands covering his mouth and his eyes squinted shut. Letting go, Heero sat down on the corner of the bed, his eyes still curiously roving over Duo’s twisting, blithe body. He quirked an amused eyebrow and said, “It’s not that funny.”

Still heaving with amusement and rolling down the mattress, towards Heero, Duo fell spread-eagled at the foot of the bed, looking up at Heero with smiling eyes. “It’s funny ‘cause it’s true,” he drawled, his face scrunched with merriment. In that moment, Heero realized another thing that attracted him to Duo: his joy, which never failed to be present, even when everything was falling to pieces.

Heero tossed his head and crossed his arms, one ankle perched on the other knee. He did his best to rearrange and hide himself as best he could, though he still had a very disheveled, terribly sexy look to him despite the effort.

Duo flipped onto his stomach and scuttled up into Heero’s lap, resting his arms on the tops of Heero’s legs as he cast his adoring eyes up at his lover. “What’re you thinking about, huh?”

“Do you really have to ask?” Heero said with a smirk, a facial feature that seemed to have a permanent place on his lips. “You, of course.”

With a small chuckle, Duo leaned further across Heero’s lap to lay butterfly-kisses against Heero’s stomach and hips, eliciting harsh pants and ticklish gasps from the Japanese teen. With a darting glance, Duo grinned wide, saying, “Hm, it seems you like that, don’t you, angel?”

Heero stretched languidly. “You’re a damn tease,” he said, arching into Duo as he cuddled against his stomach in his lap, cat-like. Heero purred Duo’s name and let out a tiny growl as Duo’s movements became bolder and more needy. “What are you trying to do to me, Duo?” Heero asked as his hands returned to the thick rivulets of hair that twisted into a torrent of chestnut braid behind the nape of Duo’s neck.

“Tempt you, of course,” Duo retorted with a snide grin. “They don’t call me the Devil for nothing.” With those words, he nudged Heero’s legs further apart, and buried his nose in the heavily-scented area between them. Then, he silenced his usually-chattering mouth by busying it with licks, kisses and strokes against the strained flesh just inside Heero’s loosened pants.

Heero heaved against the bedpost behind him as the long-haired incubus in his lap continued his oral assault on his half-exposed cock. His clenching fingers fell from Duo’s hair to the backs of Duo’s muscled shoulders, shoving the unbuttoned shirt further off of them with every jerk his hands made. If Duo had been tempting before, he was absolutely irresistible now, squirming and roaming in Heero’s lap.

Just when Heero was sure he wouldn’t be able to take any more of Duo’s insanely pleasurable torture, he felt the wet warmth of Duo’s mouth leave its newly-conquered territory, which was simply begging to be attacked again. Duo sat up on the backs of his calves, resting his hands on top of his knees as he smiled mysteriously at Heero, apparently liking the flushed expression on the Japanese lacrosse player’s face. “Never thought I’d see you out of breath,” he said, one corner of his mouth rising a little. “But I have to say, it’s a cute look for ya.” Duo winked, which just made Heero blush harder.

It was true what Duo said, though; Heero had been able to run laps around the average person without so much as breaking a sweat, yet here he was panting and gasping like he had just gone around the entire world on foot. “You’re going to be the death of me, Duo Maxwell,” Heero said of the bare-chested demon, who was just tossing his braid over his shoulder with practiced ease.

Leaning close enough to kiss the silver rings adorning the top of Heero’s ear, Duo whispered, “You don’t need to fear Death if you’re already dead.” He laughed darkly and closed his raw lips around the silver earrings, slipping his tongue into the little rings and tugging at them and running it around the malleable rim of Heero’s ear.

Soon, they were crushing their mouths against one another again, tasting each other like they’d never done so before. The kiss was loving, yet somehow very carnal and full of lust as Heero wrestled Duo down onto his back, still assaulting the long-haired incubus’ lips with his hungry mouth. Idle fingers wandered down Duo’s bare chest, tracing circles on his erratically fluttering stomach and dipping beneath the hem of his tuxedo pants to loosen them as Duo had done to Heero’s own.

Feeling himself starting to go loose at the seams, Duo lifted his head, watching Heero slink down his torso towards his slowly waking arousal. His head fell back to the mattress, disturbing Heero’s neatly made comforter and pillows, as he became extremely aware of Heero’s rough fingers pulling impatiently at the fly of his black dress pants and his wine-purple boxers, tugging them from Duo’s hips and down his thighs.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to love you,” Heero whispered, hot breath ghosting across Duo’s cock as he hovered over it with his shining wet lips. And without another word on it, he went down on Duo and swallowed him in one fell stroke, driving Duo insane with pleasure with every slip of his tongue and slide of his lips.

Duo’s fingers clenched at the thick comforter strewn across the bed, grabbing it in huge chunks and rolling it around his fists as he fought the intense feelings swarming his cock. Heero was unrelenting with his mouth and tongue, refusing to subside until he was satisfied with the extreme reactions of Duo, who was starting to wildly thrash about, knocking pillows this way and that with his hands.

Heero ground his hips hard into the mattress, trying to satisfy his own hardened cock. Suddenly, Heero grabbed Duo’s ankles and clamped his socked feet fiercely down onto the bed, holding him still as he took all of the longhaired mechanic’s length down his throat again, eagerly swallowing Duo’s load of creamy, white release.

Wilting like a flower’s petals on a scorching day, Duo’s limbs, still tangled in his clothes, fell limp on the mattress when Heero was finished. Never in his life had he ever experienced something like what Heero had just done for him. His past sexual experiences pretty much halted at the unmentionable things he’d been forced into with Solo, and that had never really given Duo much of an urge to go out of his way to get laid, despite his innuendo-laden sense of humour. Harsh breathing filled the air as he fought to regulate his racing heart and gasping lungs.

Meanwhile, Heero was content to sit back up and simply watch Duo in the silver-hung darkness. Hs back curved slightly forward so he could rest his elbows on the tops of his out-turned knees. A tiny dribble of cum and saliva ran down the side of his chin, just out of reach of his tongue, making him look very wanton. Even though Heero was still mostly dressed, Duo found the image hopelessly sexy and desirable.

“Well, this is certainly going well,” said Duo with that damn smug grin of his. “Come here and let me kiss you again,” he commanded with a beckoning curl of his index finger.

Tongues warring like seasoned soldiers for an innumerable time, Duo set to making short work of Heero’s clothes, leaving them both in only their unbuttoned pants and flimsy socks. Flush skin against skin, they gently continued this new exploration of each other, daring to touch one another in places they’d only dreamed of.

Heero’s hands made their way roughly down the sides of Duo’s slim, firm torso, then past his hips and along his thighs, coming to rest at the tangle of Duo’s boxers and pants. With a little awkward struggling that almost sent them rolling off the edge of the bed, Heero managed to wrangle Duo free of his clothes, sweeping the long-haired boy’s socks off with a final flourish when he pulled the pants over Duo’s feet. Mindlessly throwing the unneeded clothing to some dark corner in the room, Heero drank in the sight of his beautiful lover, now nude and slowly growing hard again. “You’re like a breathing work of art,” Heero said, still in awe of how wonderful Duo was naked. Holding himself carefully above Duo, he bent down to nuzzle Duo’s nose, a gesture which made Duo start to purr like a contented cat. “How could I have ever been foolish enough to think I’d be able to capture a beauty like you on canvas?”

The best answer Heero got was the continued hum of Duo’s soft purring. As they rubbed their cheeks together, cuddling just as kittens would, Duo’s hands released their fierce grip on the sheets and came up to rest on Heero’s whipcord back. Teasing fingers slid down the muscled expanse and slid beneath the cloth of Heero’s pants, pleased to find nothing between them and Heero’s firm ass. A gasp from Heero accompanied Duo’s satisfied growl when the mechanic squeezed tightly. Needless to say, it wasn’t long before Duo was peeling the pants off Heero’s body in a similar fashion to how Heero had just divested him moments ago.

In the middle of one particularly rowdy kiss, Duo growled deep in his throat, much raspier than ever before. Startled by the feral noise, Heero flew up into an upright position, kneeling over Duo’s shins as he regarded the braided mechanic curiously. But when he noticed what had stimulated Duo’s lusty groans, he almost lost the small amount of control he had left.

Like a wet dream come to life on his bed, Heero watched in rapt fascination as one of Duo’s hands made another agonizingly rough pass over his cock, touching himself with a ferocity that demanded every last shred of Heero’s mind power. Heero’s eyes glazed with passion as those wild fingers danced lower, practically offering the invitation out to Heero on a silver platter.

The few times Duo had lost to White Fang in a drag race, Duo had found himself shamefully degraded and at their mercy, forever ruining the idea of sex, especially cheap sex, in Duo’s mind. After things had started to go down-hill with Solo, and Duo had found himself in such unappealing positions, he’d stopped going out of his way to have romantic relationships with other people. He supposed he might have ended up having a fling with Hilde if things hadn’t been so weird, but he just couldn’t get his mind around it. That is, until he started becoming closer to Heero; since then, Duo’s libido had crawled out of hiding and had Duo craving intimacy like he never had in his life. It was strange, considering that he had never been one to lust after a person, but there was something about Heero that made Duo want to have him in every way possible, both mentally and physically. Heero had become that special to him, and he wanted to understand the flower blossoming inside his chest whenever he and Heero were close.

“If it is your intention to kill me, then you’re certainly doing a good job,” Heero groaned as his own hands started on their own exploratory journey of invitation.

Duo let out a long, passionate moan before he could answer, spreading his legs wide as he started probing himself with his devilish fingers, just enough to tease Heero into a wild state of lust. “My only intention,” he finally managed to gasp, eyes snapping open and locking with Heero’s, “is to have you inside of me.” His eyes flashed a darker shade of indigo purple. “All of you.”

The sight of Duo gracelessly shoving one finger deep inside himself with a sharp hiss of pain, a sudden, unprepared action to which Heero might have protested if the image hadn’t been so erotic. Quickly growing used to the burning feeling, Duo started to rock his hips, sliding that single finger in and out of himself and purring Heero’s name like a mantra. “Just... just like that,” he told Heero through needy gasps and pants as he went to slam a second finger within that tight sheath. “That’s what I want, Heero.”

Watching the heaving, horny form of Duo as he rode those two extremely lucky fingers made Heero’s already painfully hard cock twitch with unabashed craving. No longer listening to the rhyme or reason of it, Heero fell back down on his hands and knees, holding himself over Duo, who was still pleasuring himself and watching Heero from beneath heavy, half-open eyes. As if to seal the request, Heero’s lips welded themselves to Duo’s silently gasping mouth, bruising them with a kiss as one hand started to wander down Duo’s slim torso. “I’m in love with you, Duo,” Heero whispered down Duo’s throat, as if he were pouring the feeling into him with his kiss. “Did you know that?”

“You have a habit of mentioning it,” Duo answered, arching his back against Heero’s hardened stomach as the Japanese athlete touched a particularly sensitive patch of skin on Duo’s side. “It’s hard to believe though,” Duo went on raggedly. “Because no one’s ever loved me before. I’m not quite sure what it’s like, this love thing. Am I in love with you, Heero?”

Heero was going to try and explain it, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he had no words to even begin to, so he settled for kissing Duo instead, which pretty much saved him a lot of thinking and generally communicated the same message. His lips slid from Duo’s mouth and started roaming across his jawbone, down his neck and across his collar, touching and tasting as much of Duo as he could. Meanwhile, one of his hands had wandered between their bodies, pausing at Duo’s cock to stroke and tease it a little, before dropping downwards to join Duo’s thrusting fingers, which Duo was still fucking himself with shamelessly.

“Still feel good?” Heero asked in a rough whisper, his wet lips feathering across the cartilage of Duo’s ear as he spoke. His own finger, wet with the dampness he’d collected on its toying with Duo’s cock, was playing dangerously close to Duo’s pleasuring fingers. “Do you want more?” he breathed as he gently nudged his finger in tandem with Duo’s thrusting fingers, letting the digit join them in their dirty play.

“Christ, Heero! Like that, dammit!” Duo gasped breathlessly when he felt the alien intruder enter him with hardly any preamble. Head falling limply to the side, Duo’s vision was starting to blur so much, could barely make out his thick braid, coiled like a sleeping serpent on the pillows beside him.

Though they went on like that for quite some time, both of them on the verge of coming all over again, Duo felt Heero pull his finger out far too soon, signaling for him to do the same. Duo threw his now free hand off to the side, letting it crash haphazardly into the huge pile of pillows his head was cushioned against, while Heero’s fumbled blindly with the drawer of the small bedside table nearby. He soon gave up on that and summoned the drawer open with a snap of his fingers and beckoned the sought-after objects to his hand with his telekinesis. Duo was so enraptured by the dusky blue gaze in Heero’s eyes that he missed the frantic, desperate motions of Heero’s hands as he put on the condom and lubed himself, and only became aware of Heero’s intentions when he felt the head of Heero’s cock nudging the place where their fingers had just been playing.

With a wild jerk of his hips and spasm of one leg, Duo ordered, “Quit joking around and just do me, angel!”

A sadistic grin flickered across Heero’s face as he pushed into Duo just the slightest bit, causing Duo to practically convulse on the bed. “Who’s teasing who now, Lucifer?”

Duo’s eyes were wide and glued fixedly on Heero, though they seemed to be looking beyond him as Duo bucked his hips again. “This time it’s not funny!”

Amusement played in Heero’s expression as he slid his cock a bit more into Duo’s body. “What? Duo Maxwell finds a joke he doesn’t like? Shocking.” He pushed in again, this time sheathing himself about half way in one thrust, which caused Duo to wear his lungs out with one insane, pleasure-induced scream.

“Heero,” Duo whimpered softly, his voice unable to go much louder. “Please, just love me. I need you to, for God’s sake!”

Deciding that it was time to abandon his cruel play and give in, Heero eased the rest of his cock inside of Duo as gently, and hopefully, as painlessly, as he could, pausing once he had done so to make sure that Duo was truly comfortable with everything. His hands, which were planted firmly on either side of Duo’s body, sought out the long-haired youth’s own hands and laced them together as he complied with Duo’s command to move.

“Fuck, this is some sweet torture,” Duo groaned, his fingers clenching tightly between Heero’s as the Japanese teen thrust slowly into his body once more. He let out a long, purring groan as Heero repeated the action. “Heero, I ain’t gonna break,” he moaned as Heero continued to slowly make love to him. “You can do me as rough as you like. I can take it, whatever you want to do; I’m... I’m used to it.” (He added that last part with almost a note of sadness.)

Duo felt Heero frown against his sweat-slicked skin at the comment. “I won’t fuck you rough, like some cheap whore,” Heero insisted, leaving a kiss on Duo’s neck as he spoke. “I want to show you I love you, and that’s what I intend to try and do.”

“But I like it rough,” Duo insisted, trying to speed up their slow, erotic rhythm with some wild thrusts of his hips. One of his hands flickered and started to drift away in a spiral of atomic dust, and had Heero’s hand not been there to clamp down tightly and keep it grounded in its physical state, Duo might have wafted off into a haze of euphoria.

Seeing that begging, sexy look in Duo’s eyes, Heero decided that perhaps he could spare to pound into Duo a bit harder. After all, it was rather taxing to keep himself going at such a slow, steady rate, especially with his libido screaming at him to just damn all morals and slam into his handsome lover with the long braid until the bed quaked.

“Oh!” Duo exclaimed when he felt Heero quicken his thrusts a bit. “Oh~! That’s better, baby,” he groaned, a smile toying with his lips as he felt Heero reposition himself in such a way that he nailed Duo’s sweet spot more often, instead of only casually brushing across it in a teasing way, like before. “Much better,” he let out in that throaty whisper of his.

Despite Heero’s insistence that he take their first bout of mattress dancing slow, things inevitably quickened. Between Duo’s mindless begging, the tight, hot feeling clenching around Heero’s cock, and both their rambunctious libidos, it didn’t take long for Heero’s experimental pace to take off and soar, sending the bed flying against the wall with every vigorous piston of Heero’s hips. Duo’s unabashed cries of, “Love that! Love you, baby!” were of no help either, and only added fuel to the already blazing flame. It wasn’t until they had both come wildly and were lying side-by-side, on their backs, staring at the ceiling with colour-speckled vision, that they even realized how hot their lovemaking had actually been.

“Heero?” Duo asked, blinking up into the darkness, his hand still entwined with Heero’s somewhere between their bodies and the tangle of sheets.

“Aa?” Heero’s voice was strangled and hoarse from the yell he’d let free when he’d finally gotten release.

“Was that... you who just fucked me through the mattress?”

“Aa, Duo,” was the simple reply, almost like he’d just been answering a question about the weather as he toyed with the tail end of Duo’s mused braid.

Duo rolled over on his side, pulling his hand from Heero’s so he could use it to support his head. A sly look darkened his glittering, violet eyes as he whispered in his harsh, sexy baritone, “Wanna go at it again?”

A complacent smirk tugged at Heero’s mouth as he pulled Duo back on top of him with a jerk of his long braid. “Aa.”

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a/n: *dies* Wow, I’ve never written a lemon before! Hope it doesn’t fall into that category of boring, cheesy lemons that seem to pop up everywhere. Uhm, hmm, what else. Oh yeah, the chappy title is a weird track on the Jimi Hendrix album ‘Welcome to Electro-Lady Land’. It’s not really a song, but the title was fitting, I thought. Also, the insert song is called ‘I Am’, and it’s by the band Train.