Under A Person\'s Mask

Under A Person\'s Mask


Heero sat still in his desk, staring at the piece of paper that sat infront of him. Glaring accusingly at it as he sighed inwardly. Going to new schools just wasn\'t his type of thing... People at this school were so... Alive, and hyper... Like that chestnut haired kid, jumping around and smiling all the time. Baka.

He barely had time to register the thought when the door of their dorm swung open and none other than Duo Maxwell strode into the room, a group of friends, a boy and two girls, trailing behind. He was talking loudly and making crude jokes with the other three. But the happy expression on his face doubled when he saw Heero sitting at his desk, glaring at them. Maybe he\'d finally decide to ditch his homework and come out with Duo and his friends.

Heero glared icely, and turned back to the sheet of paper. Biting his own lip and cursing mentally. The braided American had an effect on him, one which he didn\'t want, or need. Shifting, his pale gaze flickered back to Duo and the others.

Duo let out a huge sigh, his entire form drooping when he saw Heero turn away. Was it really such a big thing to ask Heero for just the smallest shred of humanince nce in a while? Duo was certain that it was there and he wondered why Heero fought so hard to keep his softer side under wraps. He glanced back at his other friends, who were lost in their own whispered conversation about the ice prince Duo roomed with. Duo shot a glare at them. He would have traded all those superficial friends in a shot if it meant getting closer to Heero.

Heero stared at his paper, refusing not to look up at Duo. His cobalt eyes deceived him as he glanced up, something flashing across his hues before he quickly looked away. Chocolate locks falling into his face and over his eyes, lips slightly parted as if going to say something. Though the stoic pilot never said a word, even if it bothered him to know that students costantly whisper and talk about the so called \'Ice Prince.\'

\"Say, Heero,\" Duo said, ignoring the others and sauntering over towards Heero to put an arm around his slim, muscular shoulders. \"The bunch of us were thinking of getting some chow at the pizza joint down the street. Wanna go?\" He flashed Heero his brightest grin, which transformed into an awful frown when he heard one of his other friends complaining about having Heero\'s company while they were out to do something fun. The glare he shot at the girl was almost as frightening as Heero\'s, but that came with all the lessons he got on a day by day basis whenever he annoyed Heero.

Heero gave him one of those \'You got to be kidding\' looks. Well, if it would get Duo to leave him alone for a -little- bit... Heero sighed gravely and nodded slowly. For the first time, atleast around Duo, he actually talked. \"Yeah, I guess.\" He gave Duo a slight shrug of his shoulders and looked at him. Cobalt eyes glistning slightly as he returned back to the blank sheet of paper infront of him. The other\'s arm around his shoulders making himself very uncomfortable, or rather, excited?

Feeling the tenseness that suddenly shot through Heero\'s shoulders, Duo let his arm fall slack and rest on the back of the chair. He blinked stupidly at the top of Heero\'s messy, brown-haired head, wondering what he had done to make the Japanese pilot so on edge. \"Well, I guess if you say so,\" he shrugged, figuring that Heero had probably just gotten a mission or something. Heero was always twice as anal and twice as snappish when there were orders hanging over his head like one of those goofy, plump rain clouds that followed disgruntled cartoon characters around.

Heero sighed inwardly with relief as Duo let his arm drop. Seeming to lessen the tension between the two males. Though the feeling lingered on his shoulders, urging him to put his hand where Duo had touched just to make sure it wasn\'t on fire. Heero looked over to Duo\'s group of friends, then to Duo without another word.

\"Wha~at?\" Duo wondered with big, purple eyes when he saw the way Heero was staring at him. It wasn\'t a -glare-, but rather just an unwavering, Prussian blue gaze that held Duo\'s attention like the sunlight glittering on the peaks of ocean waves. It wasn\'t until one of Duo\'s friends started nudging him in the side and complaining about being hungry that Duo even realized he was still standing on the planet Earth.

Heero looked away quickly, having also been brought back to Earth. He hadn\'t noticed the pencil in his hand slightly shaking, though he stopped it right when he noticed. Sighing softly and looking back up to Duo, blinking as he found their faces a few inches from eachother\'s. Damn.

Duo wasn\'t sure if it was just him, but the room had suddenly gotten extremely stuffy. Then he remembered his friends, and the room became sub-zero. It was an odd feeling, like having one foot in a bucket of ice water and the other on a pile of hot coals, and he wasn\'t quite sure what to make of it. All he was really certain of was the plump, bow shape of H\'s \'s pink lips, slowly beckoning to be kissed. Stuffy. One of his friends coughed. Sub-zero. Before he was plunged into another bout of tempurature shock, Duo did what he did best: he ran. Quickly, he put as much space between him and Heero as he could, retreating to the safety behind the sheilds of his friends.

Heero\'s eyes were wide, almost impossibly wide as he stared towards the group, breathing in heavy pants. His hand shaking more than it had been before, a small part of his mind snapping at him for not leaning just a tiny bit closer. If he had, him and the chestnut braided boy would have kissed, infront of everyone. Pinkish-red shades of blush caressed his cheeks, though he couldn\'t take his cobalt eyes off the group.

\"Hey, Duo, we going or what?\" asked one of the girls in the group. The question was good enough to distract Duo\'s mind for about ten seconds, but when he opened his mouth to reply, he found himself telling them that they could just go on without him, that he was feeling kind of tired. His friends looked at him skeptically, and Duo immediatly knew that they were wondering why the hell he would choose to hang out with the \'ice prince\' over them; how could that possibly be fun? They shrugged and slowly left, leaving Duo alone with Heero.

Heero gazed at the American, then to his paper and back again. Lips slightly parted, f gof going to say something, though nothing came out. Just a gulp and a small shiver crawling up his spine. Pencil tapping against the desk nervously, eyes averting everywhere but the 02 pilot.

\"Dude, are you sick or something?\" Duo asked, crashing on Heero\'s bed and ruining the neatly made blankets. Surprisingly, Heero hardly batted an eyelash and actually seemed to be ignoring the American\'s movements. \"Boy, you sure are acting weird,\" Duo went on. \"I mean, weirder than usual, that is.\"

Heero sighed, running his fingers through his own hair and looking over to Duo. \"I\'m not sick.\" He replied, voice as chilly as ice, though it trembled only slightly. Duo got a little -too- close for him earlier and it seemed to have gotten to him. \'That was too close...I...I could\'ve kissed him...\' Heero thought, getting lost in his own thoughts and gulping again. \"-And I am -not- acting weird.\" He muttered, shifting again.

Duo was about to open his mouth with some smart-ass comment, but quickly stowed it when he realized that it would just create more problems than anything. He scooted back further on the bed and pressed his back against the wall, examining Heero in silence as the Japanese pilot returned to the paper he\'d been working on. Duo found himself bobbing his head with a song in his head, humming it a little and inserting the words here and there. \"Kiss me, we self-destruct. Can you hear me, Lord? Yes, I think we\'re fucked, but I can\'t rest in war.\" Eyes closed as he banged his head with the beat bouncing inside his skull, he didn\'t notice the way Heero was staring at him. \"The righteous and the wicked! War and peace!\" he sang, his voice slowly rising in volume without him noticing, too preoccupied with the distraction singing offered him. \"The killing fist of the human beast!\"

Heero couldn\'t help but listen to the Shinagami\'s voice, entranced by it as he stared blankely at the paper. \'Duo...Is really good at singing...I never noticed...\' He shifted in his seat, slowly standing and walking quietly over to Duo. He sat in one, silent movement. Noting that Duo\'s eyes were closed, the stoic soldier reached out, fingers almost touching the other male\'s cheek. Oh, how he wanted to touch what looked like silken soft skin, that he knew would feel so tender under his touch. He swore he could taste his pulse, heart stuck in his throat as he sat there, fingers outstretched and wanting to just -lightly- touch Duo\'s cheek. Just maybe...maybe he wouldn\'t notice...

The rest of the song froze on Duo\'s tongue when he felt a pair of warm fingers slide down his round cheek. His eyes snapped open and quickly flew to the side, more than a little surprised to see Heero sitting on the bed beside him like a cat that had just swallowed a canary and was about to be beaten by his owner for the crime. Duo blinked a couple times and swallowed, trying to figure out what to say or think, and found that the only thing he could focus on was how quickly that guilty look had been swallowed by Heero\'s cold facade. At least it proved to Duo that there was still a chance that Heero was not the hard-ass he pretended to be half the time.

Heero gulped, frozen completely. His fingers seemed to do the work as his forfinger slid across the soft, almost silk lips that drove him mad. \"Duo...\" He breathed out, voice breathy and uneven. Even he couldn\'t control his lust over the boy, maybe love. Surely love, he had never felt this way before, so it had to be love. He tried bringing his fingers away, but his body denied it, letting them slide from his lips down his jawline.

\"Heero,\" Duo said, sounding slightly panicked and very frightened, \"if you can say you\'re acting normal, than I\'d really, -really- hate to see you acting funny.\" His natural instinct would have been to recoil from Heero\'s curious fingers, usually not one for casual touches unless they meant something. Did Heero feel the same way about such contact? What did this touch mean? Duo found himself going back over his relationship with Heero, realizing for the first time that he was the only one Heero seemed extremely free about touching. Even that pink princess, Relena, seemed to get the same treatment Heero gave to everyone else: respectful and caring, but still distant. It was then that Duo realized that perhaps Heero had been trying to do the same thing he had, but in his own fashion. While Duo tried to break into Heero\'s quiet world of steel, Heero was trying to break into Duo\'s loud world of colour.

Heero gulped, staring into Duo\'s drowning pools as he leaned forward. Doing what his inner self wanted, he lightly pressed his own silken soft lips against Duo\'s cheek, trailing the light ki to to his lips. Pausing, the stoic soldier gazed at Duo, eyes wide, though they didn\'t hide anything. Love, fear, compassion, trust, everything Duo wanted to see was there, and all he had to do was respond to Heero\'s light caressess. Heero hoped Duo loved him, wished he would, so badly that his chest was forming into a tight knot. \"Duo-kun...\" He breathed onto the Shinagami\'s lips.

\"Heero?\" For once, Duo couldn\'t think of much more to say than that, and even the name came out as a ragged whisper. If someone had told Duo but ten minutes ago that he\'d soon be kissed by the most stoic person to ever live, he would have laughed his ass off. But now, as he sat there with Heero\'s lips trembling against his, he discovered more about Heero than he had learned since their first meeting.

By just the expression in Heero\'s eyes and the way he was so shy in kissing, Duo realized that Heero was indeed a very delicate, emotional person that was just as lonely as he was. Here was someone who seemed as different from Duo as the sun was from the moon, but was yet very similar. After all, didn\'t both the sun and moon hang in the sky together?

Heero made a small, almost meweling noise, the only thing he could do at that moment. Eyes still wide with uncertainty, his chest throbbing and his stomach flaring like it was on fire. Guiding his fingers into Duo\'s bangs and into his hair, though gently, almost afraid to hurt him with the softest of caresses. His breaths coming in quick, wavering noises.

Duo\'s breathing started to pick up too. His eyes were wide and his hands were clawed around bunches of sheets beside him. He was afraid to move, afraid to even blink, lest the sudden movement would scare Heero away. He wanted Heero to kiss him so badly, he was almost afraid to do it. He knew what he wanted, but he was frightened that touching it would make it vanish like a wisp of cloud.

Heero felt heat rise in his stomach, flowing up to his chest and making it burn. Though it wasn\'t a bad burn, but a needy, pleasure filled one. \"Duo...\" He murmured huskily, slowly circling his arms around Duo\'s waist and pulling him closer. Their lips meeting in an gentle, almost frightning way. Heero didn\'t want to pull back, didn\'t want to miss the press of his own lips against Shinigami\'s.

Afraid to what Duo might do, his hold around his waist strengthened. Duo felt the pull around his waist and couldn\'t help but be drawn into it. His hands found their way to Heero\'s cheeks and gently rested there, holding the other boy\'s head in place as he slowly opened his mouth and returned the kiss, massaging Heero\'s lips with his. A moan rose between them, and Duo wasn\'t sure whose it was, but was too dazed by this euphoria to care.

Becoming bolder, he leaned further into the kiss, the motion nudging Heero back and sending the both of them toppling down onto the bed, still kissing softly.

Heero made a small meweling noise as his back was pushed against the bed, Duo on top of him. A soft, almost unhearable moan escaped his lips. Fingers dancing along Duo\'s spine, guiding his shirt up, inch by inch. Excitment rising within him and making his body shake with anticipation.

About a million things were runninrougrough Duo\'s head to say, and he was so unsure which one to pick, he opted to just keep his mouth shut for once. So when his shirt became little more than a ball of cloth around his neck, Duo\'s only reaction was to part from Heero long enough to rip the thing over his head and chuck it onto the floor. Settling himself against the legnth of Heero\'s body again, a wild tingle ran through his body when he felt his bare chest pressed up against Heero\'s loose tanktop and hard physique.

Heero gasped at the sudden feel of their bodies mingled. Wanting to feel more, he let his fingers wonder over the smooth plane of Duo\'s chest, lightly brushing over one nipple. Eyelids half closed over his prussion eyes, dazed with the small amount of pleasure coursing through him. He wanted more, needed more, and planned to get it. He numbly fiddled with the end of Duo\'s braid, slipping the bind off and letting it drop as he slowly unraveled the chestnut locks.

Feeling his braid beginning to slip free, Duo lifted his head and shook it like a wet dog, sending his long hair rippling about like a long banner in the wind. Then he bent to kiss Heero again, the now-loose hair cascading around their faces and hiding them from the rest of the world as they tasted one another for what seemed to be the millionth time. But even such a number was hardly enough, and their kissing grew more frantic as this became evident, the movement of their bodies more needy.

Heero threaded his fingers through the other\'s silky locks, pulling him closer and feeling his body quiver with the small amount of friction. Duo made his head spin in pleasure, the feel of his skin against the only thing that prevented skin on skin contact driving him completely crazy. He slowly parted his lips, as if shy about it, and suckled on Duo\'s bottom lip. Making a small unintelligible noise of pleasure. Rocking his hips up slowly and gasping, the pilot gazed up at Duo through half lidded eyes, lips parted and small pants escaping them.

\"Okay, you are -definitely- acting weird,\" said Duo in a husky whisper that made Heero\'s thick, spiky bangs ruffle. He leaned down and kissed Heero yet again. A yelp was muffled against Heero\'s lips as the Japanese pilot thrust up against Duo and reversed their positions. Duo wasted almost no time iawinawing one long leg around one of Heero\'s clamping their two bodies together as the dance resumed again.

His arms were casually sliding up Heero\'s back and sneaking beneath the loose material of his shirt, exploring the corded muscles the green tanktop never revealed was was like being able to touch a priceless artifact you\'d been admiring for years from afar and had never dreamed of holding in your very hands. Duo made sure to treat Heero with the same sort of delicacy, even if Heero appeared to be unbreakable.

Heero\'s back arched, not used to the delicacy that Duo was showing him. Tilting his head back and moaning softly, revealing more silky soft skin. \"Mmm...\" Was the most the stoic pilot could manage, moaning as he slowly thrust up against Duo again. Arms tangled around the other\'s neck and pulling him closer. Pleasure riding up and down his spine and making his body jerk involuntarily.

A glimmer of a thought flickered through Duo\'s mind as he wondered just how far this was to go. He decided that it just didn\'t matter; he had been waiting for this way too long to care, and every second was worth it. As he thought this, Duo found his hands gripping Heero\'s shirt and clawing at it frantically. A loud tearing noise ripped through the room as Heero\'s shirt was wrenched in half by Duo\'s pulling hands.

The now-useless green cloth fell uselessly from Heero\'s arms and exposed more of his poul tul torso. Duo licked his lips without even realizing that he was practically devouring Heero witth hth his eyes as well as his mouth.

Heero let out a high pitched moan, back arching and fingers intangling into Duo\'s hair, tugging hard. Pleasure making him defensless against the other pilot as he tried to catch his breath, and failed, his breathing coming out in sharp gasps and throaty moans.

If it was any other situation Heeouldould\'ve threatened Duo that he\'d kill him for tearing his shirt, but now, at this point, he didn\'t care about anything accept the beautiful male above him. \"Duo...Onegai...\" He pleaded. Who would\'ve though Heero Yuy would be pleading for something such as this? Though Duo\'s heart melted at the sight of Heero being so willing and desperate for Duo to love him, Duo was unable to ignore his mischevious streak, which was miles wide.


A devilish smirk twitched at his lips as he whispered, \"Please? Please -what-, Heero?\" All Heero could do was moan in response as Duo bent to draw his tongue enticingly down the side of Heero\'s face, whispering again. \"Tell me what you want me to do, Heero. Tell me....\" Heero gazed up at Shinigami, eyes still half lidded as he arched his back and meweled quietly. His hands searched down Duo\'s bare back, tracing circles and small patterns as he tilted his head to the side, giving Duo more room.

\"P-please...Duo...\" He whimpered, eyelids now fully shutting as he felt burning on his cheeks with his lips parted. \"Onegai...Duo-kun...\"

\"Heero,\" Duo called up to the Japanese pilot softly, reaching up to cup his face with a gentle hand. He could tell that it had taken more courage for Heero to ask what he had than to blow up a pack of mobile dolls. He gently guided Heero low so he could whisper in his ear, \"Fuck? ....Or make love?\"

Duo could feel Heero\'s eyes snap open against his chest, thick eyelashes tickling his skin. \"\'Cause I\'d really much rather do the second one,\" he added as Heero slowly turned his gaze towards him. Then he added in a harsh, rugged whisper, \"But we can still do it as hard as you want, babe. I somehow have a feeling you like it kind of rough....\"

Heero felt his whole body burn as he listened to 's w's words, vision slightly blurring. Duo did want to fuck him, and hard at that. He guided his own fingers up Duo\'s clothed thigh, breath in small, harsh gasps. \"F-fuck me...Duo...\" He murmured, almost unhearable. \"--Fuck me hard...\" The pilot rocked against the other boy, groaning softly and shivering.

Duo almost choked on the growl buried in his throat as he grabbed
Heero\'s waist with his large, rough hands and stilled his shaking body. He was surprised that Heero was as nervous as he was; Duo had never expected Heero to be unsure abanytanything, even something like sex.

Ever since Duo had first laid eyes on Heero, the Prussian-eyed boy had started ruling his every thought and breath. He\'d become fastinated with Heero, a fastination that had somehow manifested into far more as they spent more time together.

Duo\'s mind had supplied a myriad of different situations that involved him and Heero in compromising positions, but all of his speculation about Heero had never hinted to him that he would find himself like this, with Heero straddling his hips, half-naked, aroused and begging for him.

He\'d even prepared himself to accept a quick, random fuck if it meant being intimate with Heero; at least he could have pretended it meant something. But this.... Did this mean that perhaps Heero wanted sex between the two of them to mean something as much as Duo did?

Heero gazed down at his soon-to-be-lover, trying to controle his breathing and failing miserably. Said hands on his hips only making him more aroused as he rocked his hips against Duo\'s, finding the fiction sinfulleasueasurable as a small moan escaped his parted lips.

\"Duo...I\'ll do whatever...just please...\" He whispered, whimpering and burying his face into the nape of Duo\'s neck, licking gently and suckling on a small peice, turning it a pretty redish pink.

Duo\'s fingers clenched unnaturally tight on the thick hem of Heero\'s blue jeans, jerking the canvas material in such a way that Heero let out a pained gasp. As Duo watched, wide-eyed, as Heero\'s hands started fumbling frantically with the buttoned fly of those jeans, he found himself thinking aloud without even realizing it.

\"You would let me have control in something like this? Not even equals?\" he gasped as the realization of just what they were about to do overtook him, the idea sounding ridiuclous given the extreme sort of control-freak Heero was.

Heero was tearing at the last button on his jeans, causing Duo\'s eyes to hone right on the loosely hanging material and the exposed anatomy underneath. Any rationalizing he\'d been just doing went right out the window.

\"Ride me,\" Duo commanded sharply as he licked his lips.

Heero gazed up at Duo, uncertainty flashing through his beautiful eyes, before he slowly nodded. The teen slowly pushed his pants down, exposing more tanned, muscular body as his eyes lingern Dun Duo. He quickly latched to the boy\'s pants, fumbling with the complicating bottons and giving him a soft growl in responce.

Sure, he was giving Duo control, but what the hell? He was about to be fucked by the devil himself, and givin the pleasure to even gaze at his naked body was enough for the stoic soldier. It wasn\'t until he felt a tiny trickle of saliva on the corner of his mouth that Duo even realized he was drooling at the sight of Heero, now completely naked and sporting an extremely hard and gorgeous erection.

Barely even bothering to get his pants off all the way, Duo pushed them down as far as he could reach, silky red boxers and all, at last freeing the flesh that was screaming to be released. Duo\'s fingers lingered there, touching himself gently as he fought to regain his breath.

All his work to calm his wild body was for nothing, because just as he\'d done so, Heero chose to reach down and explore with curious fingers. Duo arched into the touch, begging for an end to the foreplay in a loud voice. Heero let his fingers drag across Duo\'s torso, watching them as if he wasn\'t controling them. He slowly looked up at Duo, traveling his index finger up the other\'s erection and smirking wildly.

\"You want me now Duo? Then take me.\" He growled, curling his fingers around the boy and lightly squeezing to see if the other would react to such simple bliss.

\"Cheater,\" Duo growled ferally with a jerk of his hips. \"Who\'d have thought you were such a deviant? Do me, love!\" With the way Duo\'s eyes were squinted shut at that particular moment, he missed the look of surprand and disbelief that crossed Heero\'s face when he heard the name Duo had just addressed him by. It wasn\'t until he felt Heero\'s hand fall dead on his stomach that Duo even ventured to slit one eye open in curiousity.

Heero looked at him, gulping as he slowly straddled his waist. \"If... If I ride you... Will it hurt?\" He asked, almost unhearable as he shivered. He was afraid, no, not just afraid, afraid to death that it would hurt. Though Duo might know a way he can help, maybe.

\"Fuck me,\" Duo groaned, pushing Heero off of him with a roll of his hips. Sliding off the bed and heading straight for the bathroom to loot the tub for lotion, he missed the uncharacteristically lecherous look that Heero was sending his thinly muscled back.

Snatching a bottle of massage oil off the back of the toilet, Duo came back to the bedroom to find a sight that nearly made him cream his half-undone pants: Heero had leisurely sprawled himself across the little bed and was too busy petting himself to notice Duo\'s return, the soft purr of Duo\'s name on his lips.

Heero tilted his head back, moaning softly as he stroked his acheing erection. It had gotten to where it was hurting him, and he needed relief, and he found it by petting himself.

\"Duo...\" He moaned, back arched and breath in small, rushed gasps. Chocolate bangs shuffled into his tightly closed eyes. As his fingers started wandering towards the open fly of his pants, Duo said slowly,

\"Um, Heero...?\"

The Japanese boy rolled his lust-hazed eyes in Duo\'s direction, his hand still frantically rubbing at the hardened flesh between his legs. Forcing himself to avert eye eyes from that distracting display, Duo contiuned with a swallow,

\"Would you... like me to help you with that?\"

By this point, his free hand had already nestled itself inside his boxers, mimicking Heero\'s movements, as he started towards the bed, lotion gripped tightly in his other hand.

\"P-please...\" Heero whimpered huskily, raising his hips and shutting his eyes again. His breath hitched in his throat as he tilted his head back, a small sweat breaking out over his tanned lucious skin. His eyelids opened slightly, lustfilled gaze lurking on Duo and traveling down his form, pants becoming harsher.

\"Oh please...Now...\"

Eyes travelling down the legnth of Heero\'s body, Duo found himself licking his lips, the very image of what he was about to do making his entire body rigid with desire. He climbed back onto the bed and straddled one of Heero\'s legs, holding himself aloft over the Japanese pilot\'s lower body with his two hands.

Heero let out another whimper, and before either of them knew it, Duo had bent down, nudging Heero\'s hands away from his burning arousal with his nose and taking over pleasuring it with his warm mouth.

\"Oh...!\"

Heero threaded hsi fingers through the other\'s hair, tugging. He raised his hips slightly, wanting more of that talented mouth around him. The pilot struggled not to cry out, letting a loud moan escape his lips as he bucked his hips upward, whimpering.

Duo went down on Heero as far as he could, tasting and exploring, kissing, licking and cuddling, all the while inhaling the heavy, masculine scent of Heero that radiated between his thighs. Feeling how hard and ready Heero was inside his mouth, Duo drew away and crouched between his legs, watching Heero, cat-like.

\"Is that what you wanted, Heero?\" he asked in a soft voice, his fingers running idly up and down Heero\'s sides. \"Because,\" he went on, \"I really wanted that. I\'m tired of locking myself in the bathroom and jerking off as I think about you ramming with your huge cock.\" He tossed his head, hair flailing out behind him.

\"I want you to be mine so badly, Heero,\" he finished in a ragged, hoarse whisper.

Heero whimpered quietly, hands visibly trembling as he sat up, grabbing a decent handfull of Duo\'s chestnut locks and jerking him into a rough kiss.

\"Then take me as yours.\" He hissed, panting still as he shuddered. Wanting to feel the other inside of him, wanting him, needing him. Ah, pleasure was great.

The command was rough, and shot straight to the screaming heat between Duo\'s legs. He grabbed Heero by the shoulders and forced him back down to the bed, holding himself over the Japanese pilot\'s panting body as he looked down at his beautiful, naked prize.

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