The Unity Arc 01: The Rush | By : tamiveldura Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3512 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The Mark
Duo threw his covers back and stifled a sigh, His insomnia was back and he hadn’t noticed its absence until now. He tried counting the days since he last had trouble sleeping and couldn’t. He didn’t remember a single sleepless night since Heero first—Duo looked over at the prone form across the room—since Heero had first drawn him closer that night instead of pushing him away. How odd. Duo debated only briefly with himself about rising, how had so much changed so quickly?
He rose but didn’t pace. Heero was aware of him, he was sure, though the pilot still looked as composed and asleep as ever. Duo reached slowly for Heero’s hand above his pillow. He twined their fingers and braced there to swing his leg over with careful consideration. He finally settled across Heero’s lap and the pilot’s eyes slitted open, gleaming.
Heero whispered, “I don’t want you with Wufei anymore.”
Duo was thrown for a second, dragged out of planning his next move into conversation. “You didn’t enjoy it?”
“It was fine. I don’t want him touching you—I don’t want anyone touching you except me.” He gripped Duo’s hand tightly.
“Well I guess I can’t say you didn’t try.”
“Will he let you go?”
“I’ll tell him in the morning. Consider it done.”
Heero’s grip turned steel, “What about you? Can you let him go?”
Duo leaned up, “He’s already gone. I’m only yours.”
Heero let his hand go and leaned upward to kiss. Duo pressed down to meet his mouth while their hands wandered. Heero threaded his fingers into Duo’s hair behind his neck and tugged them apart. He followed the braid to its end. “Let me see you…?”
Duo pulled the band off the end of the braid and began unwinding the knots efficiently. Heero stilled his hands and took over the task with slow reverence. Duo lost his pants while Heero was fascinated by the length of his hair unbound. He triggered the knife at his right wrist and pulled Heero’s covers down only to find him already naked. He reset the knife and found the slick on the adjacent desk beside the Browning.
Heero pulled his head down for another lingering kiss. “I want you to ride me. I want to see all of you.”
Duo flushed, smiled shyly, and prepared himself instead of Heero as requested. He bit his lip but breathed hard when Heero reached up to touch his cheek.
“Don’t hide your voice, that’s one thing Wufei got right. The sound of you makes me ache.”
God, did Heero have a clue the effect his words were having? He lined up and impaled slowly, letting out a low breathy moan as he moved. Heero grabbed his hips and supported his next tension upward. His controlled fall was slow again. Each decent made him tense with desire but with Heero’s strength applied to the task Duo kept the pace slower for a lot longer then he could manage alone. Sweat broke out and he began subtly shaking long before Heero fatigued.
They crawled toward the peak. Duo’s eyes fell closed and he gave his weight over to Heero, feeling like nothing more than a single quivering touch nerve.
Heero flexed. He sat up and guided Duo down to the bed without changing his pace in the least. Duo couldn’t tell where he ended and Heero began. He called out with every masochistically controlled thrust. He wasn’t coherent enough to force the pace or angle, he was at Heero’s mercy.
Duo didn’t know how long Heero crouched over him thrusting with the controlled force and pace of a piston but at some point Heero’s voice joined his at the end of each flex. The sound coiled Duo tightly and their contact intensified. Duo grabbed sheets when the crest broke over him and parted like mist over a wave. He held on for dear life when Heero thrust twice more before the crest hit him broadside and he jerked so deeply Duo could feel his heartbeat. They remained tensed for some time, either unable or unwilling to relax their abused muscles.
Eventually, though, Heero pulled them apart and lay back on the bed. Duo gathered himself to crawl up and join him when something caught his eye. He brushed his hand against Heero’s hip where marks like and unlike his knife’s cuts decorated the skin. He pat the wall for the switch and muttered ‘light’ just before flicking it.
He moved his hand over the flat space of skin between hip and thigh.
“I got tired of you cutting me to ribbons.”
His name was there in dark ink, angular letters like those his knife had made times before. “What is this?” He traced the tattoo with his thumb.
“Duo…” Heero waited until Duo lifted his eyes in question. “The odds are acceptable.”
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