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The First One	By : MisaotheGreat Category: Gundam Wing/AC > General Views: 1563 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author: Misao the Great

E-mail: Misaothegreat@hotmail.com

Title: The First One

Archive: None, yet. (if you want it ask!)

Pairings: 1x2x1

Ratings: R (NC-17 for the youngins!)

Warnings: Heavy lime

Status: Complete (first part of story arc)

Comments: I�m actually nervous about sending this out since it�s definitely my first yaoi story and one of my first Gundam fics. I�ve started the next one, and it�s already even better than this one, so bear with me!

The First One

Heero frowned at the loud laughter that crackled over the com-link from Deathscythe to Wing. They were badly outnumbered, and retreat was starting to sound like the best option to the pilots. However, Heero had no intention of stopping till every man was dead. His scowl darkened as Shenlong pulled from the fight. He turned quickly and gunned down a fast-approaching Leo.
The fight was taking a turn for the worst. Heero still disapproved of the laughter that continued from the American pilot. He saw nothing humorous about the fight they were losing. Coming to a mutual assent, Quatre and Trowa hastily left the battlefield, but not before Quatre broadcasted a short apology. Heero's jaw clenched in anger. He knew that the bond between each pilot was very new right now and relationships were secluded, but Heero had never thought he would be abandoned in battle like this. He looked quickly over at his one remaining comrade, the one he was most familiar with and comfortable around. His stern features softened for a moment as he gave Duo credit for not having forsaken the fight yet, even if he thought the laughter was tatitating.
Heero's Gundam leapt away as a well-placed blow completely annihilated two Leos. The force from the explosion sent several mobile suits flying to the ground, on fire and in danger of detonating. He grimaced slightly as the shock wave hit his Gundam, rattling him about in the cockpit roughly. One of the burning Leos fell onto a yard full of huge cylindrical fuel tanks. Heero had just enough time to jump out of the way and slice through a mobile suit before the ground shook from the massive explosion. His Gundam turned back to assess the damage. Heero froze at the sight of Deathscythe struggling to stand. It had been too close to the blast, and the back thrusters and metal plating had been severely damaged. He considered warning Duo of the danger he was in, but decided that the other pilot should know his suit well enough to be aware of the damage.
Duo moaned in his head as he tried to force his Gundam to stand. He wasn't in very good shape and didn't know if he could continue fighting even if he were able to move. The sensors on Deathscythe's console went wild, reporting incoming missiles. Duo was only able to cover the cockpit with his Gundam's arms before impact.
Heero turned hindamndam at the unexpected blast. He made an unconscious note that Duo Maxwell's maniacal laughter had ceased. He felt something in his gut clench when he spotted Deathscythe, the arms smashed firmly into the chest of the suit and most of the metal gauntlets blasted away. He had to resist the fierce urge to fly over to search for the pilot. Instead, he mentally hoped that Duo was alive and continued fighting.
Somehow Heero had misjudged the number of remaining troops and was able to finish off those who didn't retreat after the explosions. As soon as the battlefield was clear he flew over to the mutilated Deathscythe, took hold of a part that would not break off, and transformed into bird mode, hopefully attempting to fly them to safetforefore another round of troops could arrive. When he felt they were a safe distance from the battle, Heero set Deathscythe down as gently as possible and left his Gundam. He ran over to the black suit and began carefully making his way up towards the cockpit, avoiding loose sheets of metal and spots that were still smoldering. He was thankful for his strength as he tried to pry metal away from the cockpit door, but was angry that it was taking him a long time to clear away the debris. He cursed in frustration.
Duo's eyes fluttered a bit when he caught sight of an angel coming to take him from the world. He was almost eager so the pain would end. Although he was confused; the angel looked an awful lot like Heero, and, now that he thought about it, it was a little odd that the angel was clawing his way through damaged metal. Duo's subconscious accepted this and gave up logic as his eyes rolled back in his head, and he passed out from pain.
Heero clutched his friend closely to his chest as he ran back to Wing, angry with himself for not helping him sooner, angry at Duo for getting hurt in the first place and angry with himself for caring. He struggled to be gentle as he tried to get both of them into Wing's cockpit. Mentally Heero was assessing Duo's injuries while he started up his suit. The thin form in his arms was covered with blood and bruises on any exposed flesh. He could feel at least one cracked rib give against his hands as he carried Duo. Breathing was shallow and likely to stop soon if Duo did not receive help.
Heero had a slight panic when he couldn't think of what to do with Duo. He settled with holding the pilot on his lap and pulling the harness over both of them, letting Duo's head fall back on his shoulder and rest against his. He lifted off the ground and headed further into the hills, quickly typing in a query about the nearest hideout and memorizing the coordinates. He pushed the thrusters to as high a speed they could go without putting stress on Duo's injured body. All was going well until they were within thirty miles of their destination.
Heero's hands flew to the controls and brought in a clearer picture of several jet fighters coming in from one side. He grimaced when he had to shift in his seat to reach the controls better and caused Duo to cry out softly in pain. He turned Wing and quickly fired off a succession of rounds, disposing entirely of the interfering planes. He set his Gundam back on course and pressed ahead faster, silently apologizing to Duo for the force on his cracked ribs, but needing to get him to safety as soon as possible.
As Wing neared the ground, Heero began calculating getting out of his Gundam with the braided pilot. He was loath to remove the harness, unable to shake the feeling of rightness and warmth that having Duo's body spooned against his own caused.
The moment that Wing touched ground under the cover of dense foliage, Heero dropped from the open hatch with Duo clasped tightly to his chest. He caught sight of the safehouse perched up on a slight hill a little less than a mile away.
He ran as quickly as possible, being careful as he jumped over brush and ducked from branches that he didn't jostle his burden. He sped up when he felt Duo stir and cough raspily, flecks of blood covering his mouth. He made another assessment of how long Duo would last if he did not receive care soon. He continued to run, knowing it would take approximately one minute till they reached the house if he didn't slow down at all.
Heero managed to open the door, not ever registering how. He kicked it shut behind him and fumbled for a light. He hadn't noticed how dark it was in this section of the mountains and breathed a sigh of relief when the light cut through it from a lamp. The term "cottage" came to mind as he moved around the house, looking for the best place to settle Duo down for a time. He found a sofa bed in the living room that would serve well.
After managing to wipe off almost an inch of dust from the furniture, Heero deemed it worthy enough to sleep on. Heero rummaged around for several minutes, looking for anything that remotely resembled a medical supplies kit. He found a box in the bathroom full of random items. He headed back into the den with it and prepared a working station for himself.
For probably the first time in his young life Heero was slightly grateful to his mentor, Dr. J. The house had been bought and supplied with the sole intention of being a place for Heero to hole up for several days if needed. It was one of a chain of seven or more hideouts that Heero had been informed of. The house was suited to its purpose, containing only the basics of furniture and a small pantry of non-perishable food items. As Heero dug through the medical box he noted that the Doctor had assumed that his pilot would be to the point of death after a mission when he came to the house.
Heero began lining things up on a low table next to the couch as he prepared to clean and bandage Duo up, stopping when he pulled a syringe out of the box. He stared at it questioningly, not sure why he would ever need it given the fact that there were no medicines in the box to inject, and concluded that he needed to begin carrying his own medical kit as he sorted through the other random items. He managed to find several rolls of gauze, a bottle of peroxide, adhesive cream for sealing cuts, and a small tool kit for minor operations. He was baffled, however, by the syringe, phenylthiocarbampapepaper, hydrochloric acid, and heartworm medication. He ignored these items and a jar of Vaseline and turned toward his friend.
His friend. It was the first time Heero had ever felt the desire to say that about any person he had come in contact with. He might get to that stage with the other Gundam pilots if given enough time, despite the feelings of betrayal he harbored from their last battle. He understood survival instincts very well and tried to let his slight grudge go, after all, it wasn't for himself that he was angry. It was for the unconscious boy lying on the couch, the one that had almost found the other person living behind Heero's facade, the boy that Heero desperately hoped in his heart would find that person givegive it back to him so he could live again.
/No grudges./
Heero removed Duo's tattered shirt.
/His friend./
He left his spot and went to the kitchen.
/Maybe... just maybe... I'll get my soul back./
Heero didn't even flinch as the scalding water rushed over the sides of the bowl and onto his hands. He watched the water with a suspended fascination, finally realizing that perhaps he should turn it off before he was burned. He searched the drawers around the sink and grabbed several towels before heading back into the living room and to Duo.

Heero sighed and leaned back in his wooden chair. Duo slept silently on the unfolded sofa bed, oblivious right now to his injuries and the world around him. It was probably the best, Heero told himself, because if he were awake he would be crying out from pain. Even as he thought this Heero corrected himself. He knew Duo was stronger than that. It came to him to check the bathroom again for any painkillers that he could give his friend when he woke soon.
There was that word again. Heero knew he would never be entirely used to using it.
Frustrated with the futile search, Heero stalked back into the main room of the house again. He body chose that moment to remind that, even though he was a trained, living weapon, he had neglected it for quite some time, and it demanded payment or it would cease functioning.
He glanced once more at Duo, letting his eyes wander over the tightly bandaged ribs and the multitude of cuts, scrapes, bruises and burns that decorated his body. Heero could almost imagine that the boy had a tattooed design on his entire form that faintly glowed in the light from the single lamp overhead. He told himself that the only reason he couldn't tear his eyes away from the smooth lines of his friend's body was the habit of checking over his repair work. However, he cou't l't lie to himself when he found that the bandages didn't hold his gaze so much as the curve of Duo's hips and the soft skin beside it. Disgusted with himself, Heero jerked his gaze away and left to scope the kitchen for something to eat.
After he had satisfied his body's demand for food, Heero knew he would have to succuo ito its request for sleep soon as well. He caught himself simply staring at Duo once again, fascinated with the quiet that surrounded the boy for the first time as far as Heero could remember. His more conscious, practical self told him that Duo should be waking soon or woken to be given water before he became dehydrated. Unwilling to break the good and quiet world where he was allowed to do nothing but stare at his partner, Heero delayed the inevitable by going to get the water first. He set down a cup on the table and braced himself for impact of the moment when Duo started to feel the pain of his injuries with no medication to dull them.
Duo felt something pull him from his mobile suit. Of course, the angel that looked like Heero! He tried to reach out to the beautiful person but was stopped when his whole body screamed violently against that kind of motion. He gave up trying to move, but the screaming didn't stop. It grew louder, spreading throughout his limbs as it grew in volume, causing echoes of pain to shudder through his bones. He felt the cry pulse, undulating with the beat of his heart, finally beginning to reach the threshold of Duo's tolerance. Finally, the cry stopped. Duo waited, feeling nothing but vague aches flowing through him to the beat of his own life. He heard a rumbling in the distance as a wave rose up above him. Duo wanted to start running, but was unable to make his limbs move as he was battered by a flood of pain, his senses returning to him all at once as he regained consciousness.
Heero watched the internal struggle play across Duo's face after he attempted to wake him. He hadn't realized he was holding his breath until he let it all out as the expression on Duo's face relaxed. Then there was a quick clenching of Duo's jaw and a high keen of pain as the braided pilot cracked his eyelids open enough to take in a bit of light. He bit his lip as his eyes focused, not caring about the pain of his newly bloodied in cin comparison to the feelings of his whole body. Heero began to wonder if waking him had been such a good idea after all.
Heero wanted to do something to help Duo with the pain, but knew that there was nothing to be done. He watched as Duo panted in short bursts every so often then stopped, whimpering for a moment with his eyes clenched shut as he tried to grow accustomed to the intense feelings. After several minutes of helplessness, Heero finally had the nerve to hazard a few words.
"Duo," he hesitated, trying to speak around the panting, "how are you?"
"Heero," Duo gasped softly, "Heero, 't hurts."
Heero felt a moment of relief when he remembered the water he had to offer.
"Try to drink."
He grasped the cup with one hand and almost gently lifted Duo's shoulders so he could swallow without choking. Duo managed to drink about half of the water before protesting the position loudly because of his broken ribs. Heero lowered him back down again slowly and watched, feeling useless again as Duo fell into another round of strained panting. A dampness of tears wet Duo's cheeks and gleamed in the light.
Heero needed to do something to help the other pilot and offered, "Is there anything I can do?"
Had Duo been in a slightly calmer state of mind he would have noticed the panicked edge to Heero's voice. Instead, he turned a pleading gaze on Heero and whispered, "H-hold m-me?"
Heero nodded and went to the other side of the bed. He grabbed a blanket that was tossed over the arm of the couch and kicked his shoes off. He crawled into bed next to Duo and draped the blanket across them both. Duo turned into his embrace the best he could, and Heero moved to meet him where Duo could not reach. He cautiously wrapped his arms around his partner afraid of hurting him butperaperate to comfort the injured boy. Duo painfully rolled to his side and pressed himself against Heero's chest, willing to cause himself more physical agony if he could get some emotional comfort.
Heero rested his head carefully against Duo's. As much as it pained him to see the pilot suffering, he was grateful at least that he was able to help him, even in such a simple way. Heero noted to himself the same good feeling as earlier that day when Duo had been seated on his lap as when he held him now. He let his normal caution go to the wind and gently stroked Duo's hair as the boy began to calm down. He listened to the change of breathing patterns as the braided plot fell asleep, resting soundly despite the occasional soft whimper. Heero finally resigned himself to sleep as well, not able to remember the last time he had rested uninterrupted.

Heero was awoken abruptly by the sound of Duo's raspy cough. He frowned when it took him a moment to get his bearings and come to full awareness. He glanced over at the window and saw the sun setting over a distant hill, estimating that they had been sleeping for eighteen hours at least. No, he corrected himself, he had been asleep for that long. Duo was still sleeping. Heero leaned back a bit so he could see Duo's face just below his own. His sleep was at least peaceful, if not painless. The resting pilot moaned every so often. Heero was surprised that the noise hadn't woken him sooner. With the sunset just outside, amber shafts of light filtered through the dirty window and onto the boy nestled in Heero's arms. It turned Duo's skin a warm and inviting color, tempting and erotic, as it was beautiful. Heero gazed down at the lips so close to his own that seemed to glow with invitation. He closed his eyes, mentally scolding his weakness. He had no right to think about Duo like this. It was true that recently he had been looking at his partner with new eyes, but Heero had no idea what Duo would think about this. A scene from one of Heero's recently wild dreams flashed in his mind.
/pale skin brushed against his own, followed by a soft curtain of chestnut that left the places it touched with a tingling memory/
Heero became aware of Duo's coughing again. Amazingly enough the boy did not wake despite the wet, gravely breathing that was coming from his small form. Heero frowned in concern at the faint sound of gurgling cg fog form Duo's chest. He had a flash of worry that a lung might have been punctured by his rib. He slid down along Duo's body and placed his ear on his chest, listening for any unusual sounds or erratic beating of the heart. He couldn't hear anything, but that did not rule out the possibility of more internal damage. He didn't take his head away from Duo's body, drawing comfort from having the skin pressed against his cheek. He at last picked his head up when Duo's breathing changed.
Heero sat up in time too see two bright violet eyes lock onto his own. He gave in to the impulse and brushed a strand of hair out of Duo's face.
"How do you feel?" Heero asked with a bit more warmth than his usual monotone.
"Better," Duo said, clearing his throat before he continued, "but still like something a Gundam stepped on."
"Hn," Heero grunted, not giving in to the slight smile that tried to grace his features.
Heero left the bed, snly nly not being comfortable with sitting in that embrace with Duo. He headed into the kitchen and started banging pots and pans in an attempt to decide on something to make for supper. He glanced back at Duo, who was peering over the arm of the couch with a pained grimace covering his features.
"Hungry?" Heero asked flatly.
"Yeah," Duo replied, finally noticing his surroundings, "but don't know how well I'll be able to eat."
He gazed around the small cottage, noting the kitchen, bathroom, living room, and what appeared to be one bedroom branching off from the main room. He gave up struggling to remain upright and collapsed down on the bed again, trying to catch his breath from the pain and effort it took. He wondered how long they would be stuck here. He guessed it would be until he healed enough to move around. He wasn't sure how badly he was hurt but guessed it would take several days if he healed like he normally did.
Duo glanced down at the mess of blood, cuts, bandages, burns, and bruises that covered his body. It had been a while since he had looked this terrible after a battle. He could tell that Heero had tried to wash him off but was unable to do a thorough job of it in these conditions. Duo could tell that there was blood in parts that Heero wouldn't have messed with on his legs and back. His hair was a rat's nest as well, and Duo wanted to cry thinking about hong ong it was going to take to clean it. He looked up as Heero brought two bowls of steaming food over to Duo's side.
"We'll see how this goes down," Heero stated as he set his bowl on the table.
He stacked up a few of the couch pillows above Duo's head and carefully lifted him into a sitting position, despite the braided pilot's cries of protest. Duo held onto his side for a moment once sitting,ezinezing slightly as he tried to calm down. Heero felt slight regret for causing Duo more pain but knew the necessity of nourishment as well. He placed a pillow on Duo's lap and set the bowl on it.
Duo gazed down at the warm bowl of tomato soup and hoped he was up to eating it. It took him a long time to get each spoonful to his mouth, and he was less than halfway done by the time Heero was finished. Duo tried to eat faster but was betrayed by his sore arm, spilling soup on his hand. He was a little embarrassed when Heero asked if he needed help. Duo said yes, reluctant to play the part of an invalid but wanting to finish his meal before it got any colder. Heero pulled his chair closer and took the bowl.
It was very quiet as Heero fed Duo, the only sounds being the spoon clacking against the bowl and of Duo swallowing. It wasn't quite uncomfortable, but Duo looked with hope to the end of the bowl. Heero held up one of the last spoonfuls for him. As it was eaten, a small drop of liquid landed on Duo's lower lip. Unconsciously his tongue darted out to wipe away the spill. Something in Heero's gut clenched when he watched it return to the depths of Duo's mouth. When he realized that he had been staring at Duo's lips and the other was looking at him oddly, Heero grabbed the dishes and left for the cover of the kitchen to work out his embarrassment.
Duo sat on the couch, not really sure what had happened and a little stunned. Heero had been staring at... his lips? Duo had been trying for so long to catch Heer att attention in that way that he hardly dared to hope that the perfect soldier might finally be noticing him.
Duo wondered what on earth was taking Heero so long in the kitchen.
When he felt the metal of the sink buckle slightly under his fingers Heero decided he was gripping the countoo too hard. He took a deep breath to regain his composure and quickly rinsed the dishes out. He strode out into the living room, blank expression firmly glued to his face, feeling Duo's eyes watching him warily, perhaps expectantly.
Heero quickly searched his mind for something, anything, to say. He was grateful to his subconscious when he heard, "I should check your bandages," leave his mouth.
"Actually, I could really use a good washin'," Duo said with a grin.
Heero considered it and nodded, trying to remember the last time he had bathed as well. Not even thinking ahead to how it would work, he left and went into the bathroom to search for soap and towels. He found a crusty bar under the sink, along with an ancient bottle of shampoo and conditioner. There was a dark towel balled up in the back of the cabinet that he grabbed along with the other things. He turned to the old-fashioned four-legged tub in the corner and turned the faucet, hoping there was a functional hot water heater. He let the tub run and went to go get Duo.
Heero realized that he had not thought this out very well when he tried to figure out how he was going to wash Duo without taking his clothes off. He tried to remain calm as the implications of what he had offered to do sank in. Before he started unwrapping Duo he read the back of the cut adhesive bottle to make sure it was water-proof and delay the inescapable for a bit longer. Satisfied that it wouldn't dissolve in water, Heero set down the bottle and turned hesitantly toward his partner.
"Will you be hurt if I move you?" Heero asked, half hoping that the answer would be affirmative.
"I'll be fine," Duo replied raspily, "just move me quickly."
Heero turned Duo's body so his feet touched the floor, hoping the boy would be able to walk with help. He was careful to keep his arm supporting Duo's back, knowing he wouldn't be able to support himself at the moment. He held under Duo's arms and tried to help him stand.
Duo felt his aching body aptinpting to move, seemingly with a mind of its own. He wouldn't have been able to move forward without Heero's help. He tried to use his own weak arms to push up from the bed. For a moment, Duo was up on his legs, not feeling anything but the blood rushing down to his feet. There was a moment of a buzzing wave over his mind, then pain shot up his legs, and Duo crumpled in agony. He tried to keep from crying as strong arms caught him, trying to be gentle with his broken ribs, but pressing painfully in several places.
Heero quickly lifted Duo in his arms, angry with himself for even having Duo attempt to walk. He tried to block out the moans as he carried Duo into the bathroom. He sat on the edge of the tub and turned the water off when it had filled the bath. He began to unwrap the bandages that covered Duo's body, stopping periodically at the other's request to allow him to cope with the pain. When Duo was finally uncovered Heero turned to put him in the water.
"Um, Heero," Duo chuckled nervously, "don't ya think that my pants should be off before swimming?"
Heero couldn't look at the boy laughing silently at his embarrassment. He could feel the blood rushing to his head, causing him to blush simply from the stupidity of how he was acting. Heero didn't reply and began to unbutton Duo's pants. He tried not to look like he was staring as he pulled off the black boxers below, instead looking as if he would at anything other than a naked boy, and seeming weirder since he was making a big deal about it. He lowered Duo into the tub a bit more quickly than he should have, anxious to cover Duo up at least with water.
After Duo was in the bath Heero started to move away. Duo splashed back in the tub, trying to grasp the sides to keep himself upright. Heero immediately caught him from behind and decided that this was a problem. Duo leaned back heavily against Heero's arm, looking unhappy and sore. Heero knew he would need both arms to wash his friend's body and was unsure of how he could do it without being in the water himself. He sighed, knowing he had his answer.
Duo couldn't see what was going on and was mildly curious when he heard the sound of cloth hitting the floor. He was growing extremely curious as to why Heero's arm on his back was moving around. Finally it all stopped, and he heard a resigned sigh. Duo was about to turn and ask Heero what he was doing, when he felt something brush against his lower back as another body settled in behind. He went completely rigid, afraid to move from his inability to see what was going on behind him. He felt Heero's legs slide in on either side of him, finding it slightly comical how the other pilot's feet popped up next to his. Still not believing what was happening, Duo was extremely pliant when he was tipped back to rest against Heero's chest.
Heero frowned to himself. Duo was being unusually quiet. He hadn't bothered to ask the braided boy if he would mind sharing the bath, but he shrugged mentally, knowing it was too late to do anything about it. He reached down to the floor to grab the soap.
Duo's face turned red when he felt his whole backside pressed firmly against Heero's naked body. He shifted his bottom slightly, and a wicked grin covered his face when he realized he could feel Heero's crotch against his skin. He felt Heero's hands tighten slightly on his shoulders, then the other boy began rubbing soap on his arms.
Heero had hoped he would be able to use a dishtowel as a washcloth, but as he looked down at the cuts and scrapes covering Duo's body he saw that his hand would be gentler. He collected some lather on his palm and began to smooth it down Duo's arms, trying not to enjoy the soft feeling under his fingertips. He worked his way back up and down the other, carefully avoiding any injuries. He felt Duo begin to slip in the tub away from him and wrapped his arm around Duo's waist to keep him against hisy. y. Heero' rubbed a bit more soap on his hands and started on Duo's chest.
Duo tried not to let his body react to the stimulating feelings, but felt himself rapidly loosing the battle when Heero moved to his front. He knew Heero probably had no idea what he was touching or how good it could feel. As the stoic pilot started lathering both sides of his chest, Duo couldn't help but shiver at the pleasure it gave him. He mentally berated himself when Heero's hand stopped, still resting on his chest. Heero didn't know what he had done, and Duo was afraid that he might be scaring him.
Heero stopped, not sure why Duo was shivering. He knew that a person only trembled like that if they were cold, scared, or in pleasure. He immediately ruled out cold, as they were both sitting in a steaming bath. He doubted that Duo was scared of him now when he had never been before. Was Duo... in pleasure? Heero was almost afraid to touch him anymore, not wanting to know what other responses he might elicit. He then noticed that something had changed. His hand hadn't moved, but the flesh underneath it had changed, hardened. He moved his hand to take it away, accidentally brushing against sensitive flesh, almost jumping when a soft moan escaped from Duo's lips. He felt Duo unconsciously pressing back against him, slightly squirming, begging unknowingly for more attention. Heero suddenly felt pinned, stuck between the tub and the beautiful boy, not knowing what to do.
Duo couldn't help his body's almost immediate responsiveness. It had been so long since the last time, and he had such strong desire for Heero. He began to not care about confusing or scaring the boy, finally getting frustrated with waiting for him for so long. He only regretted his injuries, not being able to turn and do what he wished to the impassive pilot. He became alert again when Heero moved, brushing his chest as he removed his hand. Duo didn't bother stopping his verbal reaction, wanting Heero to know that he wanted it.
Heero wasn't sure what he should do. Part of his will was ready to jump from the tub and leave. The rest of his mind begged him to stay and not abandon Duo, hopefully satisfying both of them in the end.
"H-heero," Duo whispered with a bit of uncertainty; that was quickly overridden by his need.
Heero didn't recognize the way Duo spoke his name, the one word encompassing so many emotions, but his body reacted to it, his blood running hotter in his veins, fueled by some unknown feeling. He didn't know exactly what Duo wanted him to do, but his instincts kicked in, guiding his hand back to the body resting against his, telling him to try touching Duo again, wanting to hear all the wonderful noises he could draw from the boy. Heero hesitated, then began soaping Duo's chest again, rubbing insistently on sensitive places, exploring the planes more thoroughly.
Duo couldn't believe that Heero was touching him like this. When Heero began circling his hard nipples, Duo began to pant in pleasure, struggling with his sore muscles tve tve towards Heero's hand. The hint was finally taken, and Heero, gently at first, began to worry one between his fingers. Duo moaned louder now, trying to encourage Heero to keep touching him, becoming extremely wanton in his desire.
Heero watched the impassioned boy in his arms heatedly, beginning to feel the stirrings of desire as well. He gazed upon the inviting flesh of Duo's shoulder, no longer caring about restraining his impulses.
Duo's breath caught in his throat as he felt something soft and warm pressed against his nape, only daring to hope that it was Heero's lips. He felt the hot breath dance across his skin, sending a chill throughout his entire body. Heero's arm tightened possessively around his waist, fingers caressing his hips erotically. Duo could feel himself becoming aroused, imagining the feel of those lips along his whole body. He lifted one of his hands off the edge of the tub and placed it on Heero's thigh, needing some sort of anchor between them.
Heero was no longer worrying about his wrong feelings. He ran his lips softly up Duo's neck, breathing lightly next to his ear before leaning forward to kiss his cheek. He continued cleaning Duo's body, leaving his chest and trailing down his stomach, switching to have his other arm free and the soapy one holding Duo upright.
Duo felt Heero's lips against his cheek and turned his head, desperately seeking that contact. He sighed, contented for a moment when Heero covered his mouth with his own. They kissed languidly for a moment, simply pressing their lips together comfortingly. Duo soon grew tired of this and wanted Heero in a more thorough way. He opened his mouth in invitation, but realized Heero didn't have enough experience to understand. He took the initiative and ran his tongue along Heero's slightly parted opening, pushing in and running slowly across the arch of Heero's mouth. The boy behind him jumped slightly at that, but joined Duo immediately, thrusting his tongue against Duo's to twine them together.
Heero could feel the heat rise between them as he followed Duo's tongue back into his mouth. Unused to being able to feel inside someone else's body, Heero was eager to explore. He tasted the entirety of the slick surface, thoroughly enjoying the shuddered responses. Knowing that Duo needed air by wrackings of his body, Heero finally released him, gasping to catch his own breath. Duo's eyes were closed, replaying the wonderful sensations in his head. Heero frowned, wanting to see the other's shining eyes. He placed a kiss lightly on each lid and almost smirked when they opened. He placed his hand on Duo's cheek and lightly stroked the soft skin there, watching Duo's dazed expression clear and focus on him. Heero examined Duo's face, noting with satisfaction his swollen lips. He leaned forward and took Duo's mouth again, pushing in and tasting more.
Duo moaned when Heero began exploring his body again with his hand. He shifted back against Heero's crotch, grinning smugly around the kiss at the hard object pressed against his ass. He ignored his protesting muscles and rubbed back against it, still firmly gripping Heero's thigh.
Heero felt the pressure build up in his cock as Duo rubbed seductively against it, struggling not to jerk against the other boy. He ran his hand down Duo's legs, enjoying the frenzied response of Duo's mouth against his own. His fingers lightly brushed the side of Duo's length on the way back up, causing the braided boy to shudder. Heero noted the half-hard state of the other pilot, remembering they had a bath to finish. He broke their passionate kiss, not meeting Duo's eyes as he reached for the soap again.
Duo tried to look at Heero after the kiss, only catching a flash of the unusual light in his eyes. He turned back and stared down at his fingers, stroking Heero's leg. He smiled when he felt gentle hands unbraiding his hair.
Heero helped Duo move forward a bit and braced him between his upraised legs as he washed his hair. Duo's elbows were wrapped around his knees, the boy taking comfort in the secure position. He let his hands slide through the hair, fascinated by the soft strands. He began to wet it in sections and rub the shampoo into it. He carefully washed the spots of blood and picked out bits of debris. Heero worked the shampoo up and began to massage Duo's skull. He wasn't sure, but he thought he could hear Duo purring.
Duo was in complete heaven. The feel of Heero's fingers massaging his head red and and excited him at the same time. The stroking was making Duo more eager with each moment to return to the kiss they had been in. He felt warm water slide down his back and wash away the suds, shivering at the change in temperature and clinging tightly to Heero's legs. He felt Heero wash his back carefully around his injuries and soothe the aching muscles with his hands.
When Duo was finally clean, Heero quickly wet and washed his own hair, not really wanting Duo to see how silly he looked with it wet. He snagged the towel from the floor and scrubbed it through his hair viciously. He left one hand on Duo�s back to hold him up as he rose and stepped out of the tub. He toweled himself off with one hand and turned back to retrieve Duo. He knew there was no way to pull his spandex back on with only one hand and decided to just stay naked.
Duo looked up as Heero left him in the bath, getting a good look at the other's body for the first time. He couldn't help the devilish grin that took over his expression, tempted to lick his lips as he stared at Heero's half arousal. He caught Heero's eye and tried to relay his desire and need, letting him know what he wanted by glancing back down again.
Heero grew slightly uncomfortable at the strange look Duo was giving him, wanting to continue to stand there, but also wanting to blush and cover himself. He reached down with both arms and carefully lifted Duo from the water, not surprised at how much of the bath water came with them from Duo's hair. He tried not to slip as he carried the other boy into the main room, but openly staring at Duo's body, not realizing his breath came faster. He dropped the towel on the bed and laid Duo on top of it to keep the blankets from getting wet. He started to comb his fingers through the knots in Duo's hair because they had no comb, suddenly not caring that they were both naked and excited. In fact, he could tell he was getting harder from the slight brushing of the tips of Duo's hair against his lap. He wrung the last of the water from Duo's hair and ran the towel down it and over Duo's body, avoiding serious cuts.
Heero stood up with the towel and headeck ick into the bathroom to hang it up. He quickly dunked their clothes in the water and wiped the dirt off, then hung them next to the towel. The mindset of the soldier had somewhat taken over again, leaving Heero with no fears or desires as he walked back to help Duo get in the bed.
He stopped in the doorway, not wanting to move or think, suddenly unable to comprehend anything but the sight of Duo stretched out on the bed, touching himself. He was making light caresses along the insides of his thighs, working slowly in towards his arousal. His wet hair was twisted behind him, his head thrown back and eyes closed, mouth open and curved slightly in a smile. Heero closed his eyes, not believing what he was seeing. The soldier left him immediately, stealing all of Heero's reserve and will, all that remained was the scarred teenage boy that had experienced too much with too little help and love. Heero closed his eyes again, fully intending to turn back into the bathroom and hide in fear. However, when he opened his eyes he was not in the bathroom, but at the side of the bed staring down hungrily at the beautiful American and his straining hips.
Duo gazed up at Heero, unashamed of his performance. He sighed happily as the other boy knelt on the bed between his legs. Heero braced himself with one hand next to Duo's head and slowly lowered himself to kiss the soft lips close to his. He imitated what Duo had done to him before and slid his tongue into the others boy's mouth, reaching in deeply to taste him fully. Duo moaned softly in his throat and tried to wrap his arms around Heero. The kiss erupted with a sharp cry of pain. Heero pulled away with alarm and focused in on the injured arm that Duo was clutching. He gently pried Duo's hand away and began to rub the sore muscles. Duo relaxed against the bed and watched him, giving encouraging sighs and moans. Heero carefully kneaded Duo's shoulder and lower neck and along the line of his collar bone. He brushed lightly over the healing cuts and scars, wishing them away in his mind. He bent down and kissed Duo's neck lightly, tracing back up with his lips to cover Duo's mouth with his own.
Duo felt Heero's body over his, brushing sensitive spots, and tried to arch up into him. But his muscles protested, and he rested back on the bed with a cry of need. Heero felt the cry reverberate throughout his body and echo back, suddenly needing touch as well. He lowered his body to rest comfortably against Duo's, loving the feel of the boy under him. His lower body brushed the bed between Duo's legs, causing him to shudder at the rough fabric rubbing his now fully erect length. He stretched forward to kiss Duo again, moaning into the other's mous his his cock slid between Duo's own and his leg. The boy beneath him thrust his hips upwards, trapping their bodies together. Hspedsped and broke the kiss, panting out Heero's name with desire.
The Japanese boy let his hands travel down Duo's body, stopping just before he reached the flesh that was standing tall from Duo's pelvis. He carefully stroked up the length and watched Duo's reaction. His hips snapped up against Heero's hand, his body crying out that it was too much. He ignored his sore muscles and firmly grasped Heero's cock, pulling down slightly to get him started. Heero growled and followed the hand down, beginning to thrust furiously into it. He reached out and clamped down on Duo's shaft, moving his hand in time with his own thrusts. Duo's breath caught in his throat as his hips frantically tried to match Heero's pace, desperately attempting to keep a grip on Heero. The boy above him pinned him with his intense stare, not breaking eye contact as he continued his frenzied pace. Duo felt an extremely hot burning in his groin and bucked up hard into Heero's hand, releasing his passion all over the boy. Heero continued pumping into Duo's fist, needing to reach that point. His hips jerked one last time before he went still, his face going slack as he found his release.
Heero fell on his elbows, stopping himself from crushing the boy beneath as he kissed him fiercely. He rolled to the side and grabbed Duo's limp body, holding him as tightly as he dared. Duo snuggled Heero's chest with his cheek, trying to mold himself to the other boy closely. Heero drew the blanket over them both and rested his chin on Duo's head. After a few moments a soft, steady breathing reached ear ears. He almost allowed himself a smile as he closed his eyes with his arms around the first person he had ever cared about.
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