Destination Eden (revised) | By : Lisachan Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3365 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter
9
An annoying snoring tore
through her sleep. Annoying? More like horrible!
With a grunt she turned around, and she felt Heero awake as well. She looked up
and noticed his eyes were open. They were staring
at the ceiling. “Heero? You can’t sleep either?” she asked.
He looked aside and gifted
her a smile. “No,” he said.
“Wait, don’t tell me.
Snoring?” She poked Duo in his back, resulting in louder snoring.
He laughed as she moaned
miserably. “Not only the snoring.”
“Oh no? What else?” she said
surprised.
“I’m worried.”
“About what?”
Heero sighed. “No one can
know about this.”
“Why not?” Heidi asked. “Are
you afraid of what people might say?”
“No, I don’t care what
people will say,” he said. “But I’m afraid of what
Doctor J will do. He’ll never agree with
this.”
“What? Why not?” she asked
confused.
“I’m not supposed to feel,
remember? I’m the Perfect Soldier, his Perfect Soldier that
he created.”
“Oh yeah, Duo told me about
that.”
“We have to make sure no one
will ever know about this, that Duo and I love each other.”
“Do you mean we have to stop? But you love him, and he loves you,
and, to be perfectly honest with you, I kinda love you as well. So are you
saying that…”
“I’m not saying that we must
stop this. We just have to keep it secret. Maybe we could tell Quatre, Trowa
and Wufei, but nobody else. They’re our friends, we can trust them. If we
really want to, then we can go through with this.”
“But at work, we can still…”
“What? A quickie every now
and then?” he laughed. “No, that’s quite impossible. He’s keeping a constant
eye on me, he works there too, you know. Not so much because he has to, he
could easily have his office at home. Just to reprimand me in case I do
something wrong in his eyes.”
“Are you serious about
that?” Heidi asked unbelievingly. “That’s just insane.”
“Tell me about it. It’s a
miracle he's even allowed me to live on my
own. You see now why I’m worrying?” He paused for a moment to softly give her a
reassuring caress along her cheek, but then cast his eyes down again. “And then
there’s another thing that will make it hard,” he sighed.
“What?”
“If I have to go on missions
again. I can understand why Doctor J has trained me this way. If I let my
feelings show, I can no longer kill without regretting it afterwards, I guess.
Just like Quatre, back in the war, he cried almost every time he had to kill
someone, always murmured some kind of apology. It will be just the same and I
don’t know if I’ll be able to deal with that. Actually, Quatre is a lot
stronger than I thought, if you think about
it. Somehow he always managed to turn that sweet heart of his into a stone and get himself over it. But
I’m afraid that my heart can only be one or the other, not both of them.”
“Heero, of course you can,”
she consoled him. “You think too little of yourself. All you have to do is find
a happy medium. Your life consists of more than just
missions. It’s good to be so diligent concerning your work, but above all,
Heero, you must not forget to live. Besides, I thought the war was over. If you
ask me, the killing is done. When you go after the bad guys now, you’ll still
have to shoot them, but not with the purpose of killing them, but of stopping
them from running.”
He looked up into her
convincing eyes and heaved a long sigh, uncertain what to do, how to feel, if
he *could* feel, if he even *should* be considering her words.
“Yeah, you’re probably
right,” he said finally. He went back to lying
down again and stared at the ceiling. “Heidi?” he said after a while.
Heidi chased the sleepy
clouds that were trying to find her head again away and dragged her eyes open.
“What?” she asked.
“What do you think about
homosexuals?”
She kissed him briefly on
his cheek and laughed. “What kind of stupid question is that, silly?” she
joked. “I think they’re okay, otherwise I never would’ve tried to couple the
two of you. Everyone has the right to love whomever
he wishes. Why do you ask that?”
“Just because,” Heero said,
shrugging. “Sometimes I see you looking at Quatre and Trowa, and then you laugh
at them. If you say you think homosexuals are okay, then why are you laughing
at them? That makes me feel like you coupled us, only because you find the idea
of two guys exciting and because you just wanted to look at us.”
Heidi sighed and shook her
head in amusement. “You really are a silly guy,” she said softly. “Of course I
find the idea of two guys exciting, but when I laugh at Trowa and Quatre, it’s not to make fun of them, but just because
it’s so funny how those two can act. The
little quarrels they sometimes have, the way Quatre reacts to it. Sometimes he
can make such a big deal out of futilities. And that’s what makes me laugh,
Heero, not the fact that I think it’s ridiculous they’re together. If I were to find it so ridiculous, then I wouldn’t be
lying here, would I?”
Heero looked at her with big
eyes. He hadn’t considered it like that
before. “Yeah, I get it,” he smiled. “I just thought it was a fantasy of yours, and after this you would pretend nothing had happened.”
“Something did happen. From
this moment on, you two are together, Heero and Duo. And let people look at
you, let them talk. There’s nothing wrong with what you do. You won’t end up in
hell, you didn’t invent Aids, you’re no
garbage in God’s eyes. You just love each other. And hear what I’m saying,
Heero Yuy, you two are gonna be happy, and no society, not even Doctor J will
prevent you from enjoying that.”
“You don’t know what Doctor
J’s capable of.”
“Stop it, Heero. We’re going
through with this,” she whispered. “Now, go to
sleep.”
~*~*~*
When he woke up next
morning, Heidi was still asleep. Duo wasn’t there anymore. Still quite drowsy,
he got up, slipped into a robe and sauntered over to the bathroom. A nice shower
would be welcome right now. There came no answern hen he knocked on the door,
so he pushed it open and walked inside. Dear God, say it isn’t so. Duo, stark
naked, standing under the shower. The boy was putting up one hell of a fight to
get his hair washed, probably the reason why he hadn’t heard him knocking. He
couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of it.
Making faces, getting shampoo in his eyes, making more faces, but not cursing
his beautiful, beautiful hair.
Duo’s arms started to hurt.
His hair was holy to him, he cherished it. But washing the whole lot, that took
quite some time and patience from him. And patience was the one thing he didn’t
have. Once he had spread the soap over the whole length of his chestnut
strands, the easiest part was over. Massaging and rubbing the whole lot also
wasn’t world’s most difficult task, but at the point of rinsing, troubles
began. It seemed to take ages before all the shampoo was drained from his hair,
and his fingers kept on catching in the tangles caused by the rubbing. Not to
mention the conditioner that still followed.
“Need a little help with
that?” he suddenly heard from the door. He jerked his head aside, his hands
still stuck in his brown locks.
“Heero,” he said, pleasantly
surprised. The thought “Come on in and join me,”
flashed through his head for a moment, but he didn’t even need to actually say
the words, coz to his utter delight, Heero had already stripped off his robe and had hopped into the shower with
him. The feel of those slender, sensual fingers through his hair made him
shiver, while they were gently freeing him
from the redundant shampoo.
“Maybe you should cut it off,” Heero
said, knowing perfectly well what reaction
this would provoke.
“Are you out of your
freakin’ mind?! I’ve treasured it for my whole
goddamn life! What the hell are you thinking?!”
Heero chuckled. “You know,
for someone who’s wearing a rosary, you do curse an awful
lot.”
Duo pulled a dumb face and
tilted his head a bit towards his friend. “Well… yeah… I’m not really all that Catholic, ya know. I’m only wearing it because I’m
very attached to it. Solo took really good
care of me. He gave that rosary to me, you know. He always managed to cheer us
up. You know, one time, he got his hands on a picture of one of our customers.
He pinned it on the wall so we could draw pictures on it and…”
“Duo,” Heero interrupted
him.
“Yeah?”
“Who’s Solo?”
“Solo was the oldest of our
little group. He was very sweet to us and made sure the little ones never had to
go out on the streets and…”
“Little ones?” Heero
interrupted again, covering Duo’s hair with conditioner.
“Yes, little ones,” Duo
resumed his story. “The youngest of us were seven and eight years old. Well, he
flatly refused to send them out on the streets,
and I agree with him on that. Just imagine, such a little kid and then one of
those burly guys who…” His breath hitched and he shivered. Trembling hands went
to his eyes and his heavy hair fell across his face.
“Duo,” Heero said softly. He
turned him around and let his boyfriend cry against his shoulder. “Stop
thinking about it now. That’s all over. You’re here with me now.” He spoke very
gently, as if his words were made out of glass and they would break if he spoke
too hard.
“It was a good thing I met
Solo. He was the one who pulled me into that
building, he was the one who gave me shelter
and looked after me. I never should’ve left
him there, he should’ve come with me,” he said when his sobs had faded away.
“Duo, Quatre has founded
homes for them. I’m sure he’ll like it there.”
“He deserves better.”
Heero kissed his forehead.
“Did you love him?”
Tiny smile. “I think I did.
He was a bit like you sometimes.”
“Like me?”
“Yes. He could be very
stubborn, but also very considerate. And he was really beautiful,” he added
with a cheeky grin.
“Really now?” Heero smiled.
“I’m sorry for all the
things I’ve done to you, Heero. All the flirting, I mean,” he explained as he
saw the frown on Heero’s face. “I must’ve hurt you a lot back then. But I just wanted
to be close to you, I loved you. I’m really sorry, Heero.”
“Apology accepted,” Heero said softly. “But we have a lot
of catching up to do.”
Duo smiled and turned around
again. He waited patiently, as patiently as possible, until Heero had worked all of the conditioner through. In the mean time his eyes had made a game
of tryinWonder
if he has ever said that to Relena, Duo thought.
“Turn around,” Heero
murmured, biting Duo’s earlobe. His tone had been low and made Duo shudder.
“Hee-chan…” he breathed.
“You will get your ‘catching
up’,” Heero grinned, while he let his hand glide agonizingly slowly along Duo's
chest, making it stop for a moment to play with a nipple. The grin on his face
broadened as he heard Duo’s breathing becoming heavier and quicker. His hand
moved on, but just past his navel, he moved up again to the other nipple,
eliciting a little moan of protest.
“Hee-chan, please,” Duo
whimpered.
Taking pity on his lover, he
slid his hand down and met the clear evidence of the passion glowing inside of
him. A first teasing caress along his member, and he at once felt Duo’s head in
the crook of his neck. A second caress gave Duo the feeling that his legs no
longer contained bones, only blood. Heero
almost had to carry Duo's in> in> in front of the still panting boy who was
leaning against the wall, supported by both his hands, then moved so as he was sitting back
on his heels.
When Duo was g prg pressed
against the wall by Heero their eyes locked
together for a moment, the cobalt ones holding a certain promise. Duo's eyes rolled back with anticipation and desire,
and as Heero bent over to fulfill his promise, his common sense got lost in a
mind-blowing delirium, leaving him with only
moans, mewls and endless pleasure. His fingers, aching to get a hold of
soing,ing, but only feeling the slippery floor of the shower stall, crept up to Heero’s head and clawed in his
dark-brown hair. On top of that, searching fingers went on a quest between
Duo’s buttocks, and when they had found what they were looking for, they dug
inside, turning Duo’s moans into screams. It took all his willpower to clasp
Heero’s head between his two hands and gently pull it, to let Heero know he was
coming and had to stop. He needed release, but not this way. Not by far. To his
despair however, Heero didn’t obey him. He didn’t pull back, so Duo grasped Heero's
member and squeezed it. Sure enough, it had
the desired effect like someone who had put
his finger in a tub of boiling water. Heero
started and jerked
back, his gaze floating somewhere between anger and the realization that he in
fact had deserved this.
“I’m sorry, Hee-chan. Did I
hurt you?” Duo asked awkwardly. He felt uncomfortable, but also strangely
excited when Heero straightened up, the look in his eyes changed.
“Would I ever hurt you,
Duo?” he practically growled. Before Duo got the chance to give any kind of
response to that, Heero had spun him around and slammed him against the wall.
“You like it hard?” he said.
No, he didn’t like it hard.
Not again, not like the old days. He liked it gentle, like last night. But he
knew it wouldn’t always be gentle. Sometimes
Heero would like it hard, and he knew that as time passed, sometimes he himself
would like it hard too. He was a big boy now. He was no longer 12 years old. He
was afraid of that pain, but he could handle it.
“Go ahead,” he whispered.
Heero knew he was being
selfish here. It would hurt if he were to do
it like this. But pain wouldn’t be everything. Duo’s love would overcome that
pain. Besides, it would only be for a moment.
He pressed his body against Duo’s and indicated with his foot that he needed to
spread his legs.
Duo did so, and awaited
Heero’s entry in almost painful suspense. And then, his vision flashed white
for a split second, and everything around him disappeared. Everything, except
his newborn lover, who was not only mentally,
but most of all physically inside of him right now. It did hurt a bit, like he
had expected, but it was a small price he had to pay for what he got in return.
An overwhelming heat consumed him, making him want to scream out in pleasure,
which he did as a natural reaction.
“Oh! Oh God! Hee-ro! Oooh
Gooo-ood!” he panted. He didn’t know who to thank most, Heero for doing this to
him, or Heidi allowing him to. Little mattered though
for that moment, for slender, yet strong fingers sneaked around his manhood,
and whatever was still left in his head scattered in splinters as a bittersweet
liquid mingled with the drops of water on the wall.
Little by little, sigh by
sigh, real life was seeping back into their heads. They panted together,
leaning against each other.
“That was… that was…” Duo
stammered.
“Amazing,” Heero finished
for him.
“Yeah…”
“I’m sorry if I hurt you,
Duo,” Heero said, wiping a few wet bangs out of Duo’s face. “It’s just that I…
Well, I couldn’t wait…”
“It’s quite alright, lover,”
Duo reassured him. “That’s just a part of it, ne? I like catching up with you. Now,
I think that conditioner has worked its way through by now.” He turned his back
to Heero and let him rinse the conditioner out.
Heero allowed the warm water
to fall on Duo’s hair and worked his hands through the brown mass until it was
clean.
“All done.”
“Thanks,” Duo smiled,
worming the wet curtain in his hands to wring it.
They stepped from under the
shower and put a towel around their hips. When Duo took the comb to tame the
mess of hair, Heero took the comb from him.
“Allow me.”
“With pleasure,” Duo said.
He went and stood in front of the mirror and
looked amused by the reflection of Heero’s
concentrating face. “Did you know I even placed a bet with one of the others?”
“A bet?” Heero asked without
looking up.
“Yes. Benoît was his name.
He didn’t like it that Solo gave me shelter and he said he would only treat me
with respect if I came back with one hundred dollars.
Fucking my way to the hundred, that’s not really something to be proud of, ne?”
“And did you win?”
“No. But I met Quatre. And that
was equal to… Well, I don’t know what it’s equal to, but it has to be something
huge. He didn’t do it either, you know. The most he could manage was seventy.
Still, I always wondered how he did it.”
“And how did he do it? Did
you ask him?”
“I did ask him. He said he’d
tell me if I would suck him off.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Really. Duo, he said, the
secret is in the moaning. While my mind says “Knock it the hell off”, my mouth says
“Oh yeah, go on”. That’s what he said. Your moaning has to be so sensual they
think they’re actually good, while in fact they don’t know shit. That way
they’ll keep coming back and they pay you more money.”
“That’s what he said?”
“His exact words. I’ll never
forget them. Well, from that moment on, money
was pouring in. No, that’s a bit exaggerated maybe, but either way, it went a
lot better. Aren’t you done yet? I’m hungry.”
“Almost, love,” Heero said,
while in fact he wasn’t done at all. “You want me to boil you an egg?”
“That would be great. Thank
you, honey.”
“Gettingemineminate?”
Effeminate, Duo had heard
the word effeminate. He was allergic to that word, and maybe he might’ve had
long hair and have done it for years with guys, he was not, I repeat, not
effeminate.
To be continued…
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