Smells Like Teen Spirit
by Link Worshiper

(x) X (x)

Game 51
Galapagos

(x) X (x)

Duo didn't realize Heero had left until he heard those parting words, a string of sentences that flipped a gear in Duo's head, but didn't really send anything whirring. Despite the fact he'd send the clear message to Heero that he wanted some time to himself to think, he found it rather hard to do so and was instead bombarded with a heavy, nostalgic mood that dampened any ounce of thought.

It wasn't until the idea that he was truly by himself sunk in that Duo realized that without Heero, he was dreadfully lonely, like half of his soul had been ripped away. What was more was that this was a conclusion that Duo knew in his heart of hearts had nothing to do with what he had just come to figure out about Heero's and his childhoods. Heart pitter-pattering with fright, Duo came to the startling and rather frightening conclusion that he had been terribly lonely until Heero had re-entered his life.

As these thoughts began to weigh down Duo's mind, he sucked in a breath and turned his body, like he intended to pose a question to an invisible companion, forgetting for a moment that Heero was no longer sitting with him. His posture slackened when he realized that there was no one there to speak to. He felt the loneliness seep in even deeper, realizing that he had taken Heero's constant company for granted yet again.

“Am I always doing shit just to spite myself?” Duo asked himself, still eyeing the empty spot beside him. Two sandy footprints were caked upon the white planks that made up the base platform of the lookout point. They were slightly smaller than Duo's own feet, not quite as long and certainly much narrower. Beside him, the wood of the bench was damp with salt water. It was these tiny reminders of Heero's presence that finally pushed him to stop feeling nostalgic and take some action.

Heero's not going to stick around forever if I keep treating him the way I do, Duo thought as he got up and started scrambling down the side of the lifeguard's post like a limber monkey. He keeps going out of his way to expose himself raw to me and I just kick and beat him. Even a guy like Heero's gonna get worn out by that at some point, Duo went on thinking as he leapt off of the wooden structure's side about two feet from the sandy ground. Landing in a low crouch, Duo quickly scanned the beach, searching for Heero, who couldn't have gotten far in such a short time. It hardly took thirty seconds for the longhaired youth to catch sight of the Japanese lacrosse player nearing the boardwalk with his blue surfboard. Don't you turn your back on me too, Heero! Duo's mind screamed as his body melted into its atomic form and he sailed forward in a black cloud of particles at break-neck speed.

Heero, for his part, was quietly walking towards the nearest set of steps that led up to the boardwalk. He was half covered by the shadow cast by the looming, wooden walkway as he silently brooded. He had hurt Duo without meaning to yet again. Was he really such a terrible person? Or perhaps he didn't quite understand Duo as well as he thought he did. Heero had the sudden thought that he had been very presumptuous to think that he and Duo had reached some new level of understanding. Things just weren't quite what they used to be, their old friendship far from ever being what it was, and it was just something that Heero was going to have to come to terms with no matter how much it hurt. He really should have expected this.

What he wasn't expecting, however, was to be tackled from the side and find himself sprawled on his back beneath a very eager-looking Duo Maxwell. The longhaired mechanic had come sailing out of nowhere and taken Heero completely by surprise, the impact causing Heero to drop his surfboard, which went skidding across the sand underneath the boardwalk. Holding himself on all fours above his Japanese lover, Duo looked down at him with a certain expression that seemed both alien and familiar at the same time. Heero's breaths started coming out more ragged, his pulse quicker and his nerves jittery, as he allowed himself to be consumed by that mysterious look in Duo's bright, violet eyes.

“Don't... don't leave me,” Duo managed to gasp after a long silence, as if speaking was a strain. He sounded out of breath and tired, like he had been chasing Heero around the world. Another pause ensued, filled with loud breathing and the humdrum noises of the shore. Then it all came spilling out, every worry and fear Duo had concerning Heero, an underlying sense of apology laced between each word. “You practically bleed yourself for me every time you even look at me, and I'm just a bastard right back to you! Man, it's a wonder you haven't just given up on me! I don't even know why you keep trying but... but I'm glad you do....” Duo was biting his lip hard, a tiny pinprick of blood dotting the rosy flesh.
Heero's mouth opened as if he were going to say something, but one of Duo's fingers flew to his lips and pressed them closed again.

“I don't think I even really got it until you left me alone over there,” Duo went on, not pressing his finger so heavily against Heero's lips, though he kept it there simply to enjoy the sensation of Heero's warm breath feathering around it. “I never realized how easy it would be for you to just leave, and that it could happen at any time if I wasn't careful. So....” Duo's speech began to dwindle as he found himself coming to the things that were truly hard to admit out loud. He wasn't sure how to proceed and fell into silence yet again. “So I think that....”

Lips parted in question beneath Duo's finger, which then slid around the side of Heero's face and danced up to his ear, slowly turning a thick, jagged lock of hair behind his one pierced ear. Heero's eyelids fluttered, his long eyelashes almost brushing his cheekbones as he waited for Duo to finish. The sound of the rolling ocean pounded in the Japanese athlete's ears and the gulls kept up their infernal racket, oblivious to the potentially earth-shaking scene unfolding beneath the boardwalk.

Duo's voice dropped to a harsh whisper as his arms collapsed and he leaned down on his elbows, which sunk in the cool sand as he pressed his forearms into it. His lips grazed Heero's skin as he whispered against his cheek, “I think... what I mean to say is that… maybe... I love you.”

The singing sea and the moaning gulls were suddenly as silent as the deepest fathom of space as Heero's eyelids flicked open once more, rendering his eyes wide and full of surprise. Though Duo had moaned those very words in the middle of their first bedroom romp, they didn't quite hold the same meaning or power that they did now. To be honest, Heero wasn't quite sure they had meant anything at all before now. No matter, it was still surprising to hear Duo finally admit that he did, indeed, love Heero in return. Unsure of what to say, Heero just allowed the slight upward curl of his lips communicate everything he couldn't quite put into words.

Lazy lips soon found their way across Heero's face. Once again, something that had been shared between them before felt much different under these circumstances. It was amazing the sort of spell three little words could cast over such an action. “I'm sorry, 'Ro,” Duo was murmuring as he rained tiny kisses upon Heero's skin, his fingers tangled in Heero's damp hair, grainy with sea salt and sand. “I'm so sorry for... for being me.”

Two slender hands, both rubbed deep with that same, coarse texture, were laid upon Duo's forearms. Duo withdrew his kisses for a moment so he could look more directly at the Japanese boy beneath him, his large, bluish-violet eyes blinking owlishly down at him. The way Heero lay sprawled on the sand, his hair half-dry and splayed around his face like a spiky, mahogany halo, made him look like some earth-bound seraph, the ribbed light filtering through the planks of the boardwalk above, painting long, pinkish-orange stripes across him.

“What are you saying, Duo?” wondered Heero, a misty film coating his deep, blue eyes. “Your being you is just why I love you; it could never be another.”

A ragged grunt escaped Duo's lips as he adamantly shook his head negatively, braid slithering up and down his back as he did so. “That's not what I mean!” he huffed, squinting his eyes briefly. A calming breath pitter-pattered in his lungs for a few moments before he went on. “What I meant was that I'm sorry for just never being as good a friend as you are to me, never being as loving or selfless as you are... for being such an.... ass all the time!”
Another one of those adorably confused expressions decorated Heero's face. “I don't understand,” he said blankly. “You are exactly who you want to be. Why would you apologize for that?”

“I... am...?” There was question in Duo's voice, though he understood what Heero was saying. He wasn't quite sure how to even respond to that statement either. Heero always seemed to know what to say and how to say it, even when he wasn't saying anything at all; Duo always felt himself floundering and doubting himself. He supposed it had something to do with how Heero had killed his old ego and, in its place, sewn a new sort of heart for Duo. One that was being nurtured and tended rather well, Duo didn't fail to notice.

“You heard me,” Heero replied succinctly. His eyes held a very serious tone, though there was still an almost mischievous glint flecked in those intense pools of blue.

He tilted his chin up, stretching himself out beneath Duo, the movement somehow drawing Duo's gaze to the little zipper tab at Heero's throat. Just staring at that zipper was enough to make Duo's stomach slip down to his toes and his heart twist around his lungs as the sudden urge to rip that zipper down overtook him. It didn't help that Heero's wetsuit was just as good as a second skin, causing that urge in Duo to intensify. “God yeah, did I ever hear ya,” Duo murmured, his voice husky and low.

Staring down at Heero brought back a wave of memories that centered on the first questionable dream Duo had ever had of the Japanese lacrosse star. The incompleteness of that dream, the frustration he had felt when he was suddenly awoken from its erotic storyline, suddenly returned to Duo full-throttle. He had the specific urge to follow up on that desire, to finish what he had begun in his head so many nights ago.

Though Heero was far from aware of Duo's dream, it was more than clear what his intentions were anyway. Heero knew that Duo was a far more physical person than he tried to let on and that he often just needed to cling to someone when there were no word for his emotions. If there was ever a time that Duo needed someone to be there for him, it was that moment. Heero felt privileged and heart-warmed that he was the one Duo had chosen to place all his hopes and needs in. Keeping with their silent exchange of raw emotion, Heero tilted his chin up and let his lips ghost across Duo's once more.

They kissed with a passion like roaring flame, wild and unmanageable, yet warm, comforting and life giving. Rolling across the sand, Duo pulled at the zipper of Heero's wetsuit and Heero wove his fingers in the tight sweep of long, chestnut hair that fell thickly over Duo's neck.

Eventually, Duo found himself upright again, sitting on the backs of his calves as he pulled Heero up with him. The Japanese youth slid easily across Duo's thighs, straddling them and pressing the contours of his chest and stomach against Duo's torso as he continued to kiss his mouth. Duo's fingers rubbed Heero's collarbone, impatiently rolling the stretchy, skin-tight material of the wetsuit off of Heero's shoulders as they fell against the sand yet again. Both of them were too involved with each other to even think about the possibility of someone seeing them together.

Covered by the ribbed shadows cast by the boardwalk, Heero found himself being pressed into the cool sand, his now naked torso molding it to his shape. The wet suit still clung to his hips and legs, but Duo had abandoned trying to pull it off in favour of lavishing more kisses on Heero's upper body. Though Duo had touched and explored Heero's chest with his lips and fingers before, Heero still found himself reacting as if their intimacy was new. His stomach quivered and fluttered every time he felt Duo brush across it, his arms constantly groping to find the perfect grip around Duo's body and stretching himself as long as he possibly could, desperate to give Duo more skin to touch.

“You're more sensitive than you're accused of being, Heero,” commented Duo as he rolled Heero back on top of him, no longer caring that he was getting tons of sand in his long, braided hair, which lay splayed out across the ground and over the blue surf board alongside them. “Is that a big, fat secret you save only for me?”

Fighting to catch a breath from his racing excitement, Heero managed to say, “It's there... if only you look hard enough.” A smile pulled at the corners of his lips as he added, “I'm glad you looked. I'm glad you finally saw me.”

The kiss Duo responded with was more moving and touching than any words could have been. His lips moved carefully against Heero's, silently whispering the torrents of strange emotion Duo felt for the mysterious Japanese. Then, nuzzling Heero's defined jaw line, Duo murmured, “I'm glad I'm not scared of you anymore, that I'm not afraid to let you see me... the real me.” As he said this, he rolled Heero on his back once again, this time laying his lover on the shiny, blue surface of the surfboard.

“Duo....” Heero moaned, arching his back against the cool fiberglass board as Duo's hungry lips fell upon his heated skin again.

Falling over Duo's one shoulder was his long, thick braid, which lay in a coil in the sand beside the surfboard as he positioned himself above Heero. He was so absorbed and intoxicated by Heero's body and reactions, he didn't notice the way the shoelace knotted around the tail of the braid was slowly unraveling, as if it was being pulled by an unseen hand. It wasn't until the string had fallen away and the three sections of Duo's hair held together by it began to unravel did Duo even glance at it. As he felt his hair loosening, no longer tight at the nape of his neck as it came undone, he glanced back to Heero, who lay beneath him with his eyes closed, his lips moving slightly with his each passionate breath. That sight, alone, was enough for Duo to know that it was Heero who had caused his braid to fall apart.

However, instead of desperately grasping to tie his hair back together before it slipped into its natural, free state, he just smiled down at Heero and let it continue to fall around his face. He had never felt so liberated and so vulnerable as he did now, but he was quick to realize that around Heero, there was no longer any need to tie himself back.

An audible breath sounded in the back of Heero's throat when his eyes fluttered open again, greeted with the sight of Duo with all his thick, chestnut brown hair hanging around his face. Even though he'd often imagined what Duo might look like with his hair cascading over his shoulders like that, actually seeing it made his mind's image seem plain and wholly inadequate. But more importantly, Heero knew that Duo's willingness to let his hair down was the lacrosse manager's silent way of telling him that he was finally ready to trust him. Slowly, Heero lifted a pair of fingers and twisted them around a long tress of hair, clammy from the salty air, gently stroking the round shape of Duo's cheek. “Sure took you long enough,” he whispered, the rough pad of his thumb running across Duo's skin.

“I knew you'd be waiting,” said Duo, pressing his cheek against Heero's hand. Even though he was still wearing his swimming trunks and shirt, he felt even more naked and exposed than the first time they had made love. Despite the fact he was so nervous, Duo decided that he very much liked this new level of intimacy.

Heero simply quirked his lips into one of his little, knowing smiles and wound both his arms around Duo's neck, pulling him down for a long, languid kiss. Soon, they fell into a slow, steady grind, their bodies separated only by two thin layers of cloth, which seemed to burn their very flesh as their desperate hands fought to rip the flimsy barriers away. Duo's hands were soon tugging at Heero's wet suit again and Heero was busy pulling at Duo's shirttails.
Duo's lips wandered lower, kissing Heero's chest, then his stomach and finally finished their journey just below his naval, where the rubbery material of his wet suit split open around his hips. His large, violet eyes flicked up at Heero, who seemed to not have any complaints about Duo's explorative mouth continuing on the track it was. With that, Duo went back to tasting Heero's ocean salty skin as his hands pulled the wet suit further down Heero's lean body. The parallels between this and Duo's vivid, erotic dream made the situation all the more exciting for the longhaired mechanic.

Heero gripped Duo's strong shoulders, the cloth of Duo's shirt bunching between his fingers as he practically held Duo down over his lower body. Even the warm puffs of Duo's breath and the faint tickles of his ridiculously long curtain of hair were enough to arouse Heero to a point of almost insane frustration. He didn't care that he was stretched out on his surfboard, on the beach, beneath the boardwalk; all he wanted was to be as close as physically possible to Duo right away.

Meanwhile, as Duo slowly peeled the skin-tight wet suit down Heero's strong thighs, he carefully watched his lover from behind his long, wispy bangs, carefully keeping watch for any signs that perhaps this wasn't what Heero wanted. The last thing Duo wanted was to do something that would push Heero away. Especially when he had come to such a startling revelation about his true feelings for the Japanese boy, the last thing he wanted to do was to make a mistake that would ruin them forever. It may have taken Duo quite some time, but at last, he finally realized how important and delicate relationships were. And not just the special one he shared with Heero, but the relationships he had with all his friends: Quatre's undying patience, Trowa's steady calm, Wufei's sensibility. It finally clicked in Duo's head that these things were precious and that he had been a fool to take them for granted; he was just damned lucky that all those people loved and cared for him too much to just let him go. At long last, Duo understood what it was truly like to be loved.

“Duo... lover!” Heero moaned as the cool sea breeze lapped at his now-bare thighs. He bent his legs to allow Duo an easier time with removing the tight wet suit from his body and barely noticed where Duo threw the rumpled ball of damp cloth when he finally pulled it over Heero's feet. Now lying naked on the surfboard, his lover hovering on all fours above him, Heero felt very wanton, yet also very vulnerable. Even in the warm, heavy atmosphere, Heero felt his body shiver as his chest heaved with impatient breaths.
Still hovering over Heero's hips, his long hair coiling over his thighs and lower belly, Duo could tell that Heero wasn't about to stop him any time soon. So, lowering his mouth back down to Heero's tanned, caramel skin, he whispered against his defined hip, “Spread them a little wider, angel.”

Duo almost couldn't stand it when he felt Heero move to comply almost immediately with his gentle command. He had always pegged Heero to be the domineering kind, but for him give of himself so easily was one of the most beautiful things Duo had ever seen. Mind still tripping up on those thoughts, Duo found his lips wandering lower than Heero's hips, venturing towards Heero's beckoning cock, which was already damp with hunger. Even just the smell of Heero, that heavy, sexual scent of vanilla and crème, flavoured with a tinge of salt, was enough to make Duo crave Heero in every way possible.

“Don't be afraid to touch me,” urged Heero, extremely aware of Duo's slight hesitance to become more forward with his kissing. “Go on; make me beg for you, lover.” He let out a long moan that he seemed to draw out only for Duo's benefit. “I'll beg and beg for you 'til I have you the way I want.”

“And just how,” Duo whispered, his lips ghosting across the sensitive flesh between Heero's thighs, “would that be, angel?”

“Mm, I think you know, Duo,” came the windy reply. The hand that was pressed against the back of one of Duo's shoulders relocated itself behind Duo's head, twisting its long fingers in Duo's thick hair as it guided the direction of Duo's lips.

Though the urge to give Heero exactly what he wanted was becoming harder and harder to ignore with each passing second, Duo still felt the need to play a little. “Say it anyway, angel. I want to hear you tell me exactly what you want.”

“Inside of me, lover,” Heero moaned, a long, almost pained groan escaped Heero's pouting, rosy lips as he spoke. “I want you to throw my legs apart and come for me, to take pleasure and give it, to be a part of me....” Heero's words faded into more desperate breaths, signaling to Duo that he probably wouldn't be able to last much longer, that he needed to have him now!

Was this another teasing dream courtesy of Duo's sadistic brain? Duo couldn't help but wonder as he let his tongue wander more freely between Heero's thighs. Heero certainly felt and smelled real. Duo decided he was worrying too much.

The moment Duo let his reservations go, he found himself quite more enthusiastic about obeying Heero's desperate pleas. Lips parted, he let his tongue lap at and twist around Heero's cock, eagerly tasting every bit of him that he could as if he had never done so before. But just as he'd finished licking Heero to an agonizing point of near-completion, Duo became a bit more adventurous, wandering lower to taste inside Heero.

The reaction was delicious; Heero had either not been expecting Duo to slide his tongue inside him so suddenly, or perhaps had never experienced such stimulation before. Or perhaps it was even a combination of both. No matter, the lush little gasps rushing past Heero's lips and the gentle, rocking motion of his body were enough to spur Duo on further.
Soon, Duo was sitting up on his haunches, still positioned between Heero's legs, which were now splayed over Duo's thighs. “A little taste of what's coming up next, huh?” he said good-naturedly, a smug grin on his face as he massaged Heero's calves, sucking his Heero-flavoured lips inside his mouth. Duo fell back on all fours, pushing Heero's legs forward so they were bent over the longhaired teen's shoulders. “Tell me you want to keep going, angel,” he whispered huskily.

Still panting slightly, Heero sent a wide-eyed glare up at Duo, as if to silently demand 'Are you crazy?''.

“I'm going with a 'yes',” Duo concluded after getting an eyeful of that stare and taking the blatant hint. Words were a waste of breath after that. Duo immediately dipped his head down for the next of the countless kisses he and Heero had shared. He wasn't at all surprised or protesting the pair of slim, tanned hands that started pulling at his flower-print swimming trunks, yanking them off his hips and down his thighs until he found himself kicking them off his feet. Clothes were such a nuisance.

Limbs and lips still tangled hopelessly, Duo found guiding his hard, wet cock into Heero, whose hardly understandable, verbal urges made the whole process seem painfully slow. Duo was still being careful, but not because he thought Heero delicate; on the contrary, Duo was afraid to take it too fast, to let it speed and spiral out of control before he could catch it. Now that Duo had his hands firmly curled around the essence of what he shared with Heero, that big, scary four-letter L-word, he would be three times damned before he lost it, especially to something of his own thoughtless stupidity.

“It's more than.... That is, what I feel is....” Duo had trouble finding the words to express himself to Heero, feeling that he had quite a bit of making-up to do to the Japanese lacrosse star.

Heero's eyes, which had been closed with passion, fluttered open, the dark blue of his irises steamed with the heat of their lovemaking. He didn't say anything, and offered only a tiny smile, as if he knew exactly what Duo was trying to say, but couldn't. For some reason, that simple expression was one of the most comforting things Duo had ever seen, and he gave up trying to explain himself, simply burying his nose in the crook of Heero's neck as he slowly pushed deeper inside. It was this kind of silent communication that affirmed to Duo that Heero was his missing other half; there was no need to explain, because Heero already knew.

This time, their joining was unhurried, almost lazy. Duo had given up trying to articulate the startling revelations he'd finally just been able to come to terms with, and instead focused on using his body to express all those things to his lover. With his newfound frame of mind, Duo found a whole new layer to sex; no longer was it a dirty, sordid act of lust to him, but rather a beautiful way to physically express the feelings buried so deep inside him. There were no words for even Duo “Motor-mouth” Maxwell to express them. Usually always the first one to have a snappy, sarcastic comment for everything, this state of speechlessness was no doubt strange and awkward for the long-haired mechanic, but he felt that he had come to such a connection with Heero, it didn't even matter to him anymore. It was in that moment that Duo chose it was time to stop worrying every five seconds and to just be. Heero was the first person to ever allow Duo to do simply that, and it was about time Duo realized what a valuable and precious gift that was.

“Duo... Duo....” Heero was whimpering softly against Duo's cheek as their bodies moved rhythmically against the blue surfboard. Unbeknownst to Duo, Heero could sense the change in Duo's attitude amid their heated whispers and groans. To Heero, it no longer felt like such a strain, like he was desperately reaching out for something he couldn't quite get a hold on; instead, Duo was meeting him halfway, reaching his own hand out so that there was less distance for Heero to try and blindly stretch across.

It was total, utter completion, a slowly budding rose that had finally blossomed into a large, full, crimson flower. After stumbling down such a long, rocky road, they had found perfection in one another's imperfections, a little bit of the self each one had lost in the other. Together, they licked the same wounds, tended to the same bruises laid upon them by the same bitter, rusty world that had kicked them down countless times. Together... they were perfect.

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a.n.: Sorry that after all that waiting, all you got was a cheesy lemon. (My beta seems to have dropped of the face of the planet, so I guess we’ll have to proceed onwards and upwards without her, for now.) The chapter title is a Smashing Pumpkins song.

And, an important note about today, February 20! Happy birthday to (*drumroll*) Kurt Cobain! Though he’s been dead since 1994, we still can’t forget one of the faces that changed the sound of rock forever!

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