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Drug Trip	By : Zethsaire Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male > Heero/Duo Views: 790 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of the characters. I don't make money off this story.

Chapter List
- 13
- 14
Author's notes: Currently the couples in this fic are 5x6 and implied 3xR (Yes, yes...boooooo and all that.) There will be more in the future but I really don't feel like ruining everything by writing out a huge list of couples. You'll just have to wait! But I can guarantee that if you don't like 1x2, this fic ain't for you!

I would also like to add that I don't condone illegal drug abuse. It fucks up a lot of things for a lot of people...that's kind of the point of this story. Obviously if you DO choose to do drugs, that's your decision and I'm not condemning you by any means, but I'm also not actively promoting drug use with this fic.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or the any of the characters, universe, etc. etc. I don't plan on making money of this fic in any way. It is for pure enjoyment and writing practice only! That being said, the writing is still mine, and as a creative concept, it still belongs to me, so please ask before re-posting. Thanks!

Since this is an adult site, not sure if this is needed but...heavy lime ahead.

And for no apparent reason...the formating got all screwed up again on thsi one. So hopefully...it's readable. I did the best I could.

Chapter 13

   Quatre booked a hotel for the next day, but he insisted on staying around a few more weeks until things settled down between Duo and Heero. He claimed he could afford to take the time off, and they were his friends, dammit, and he was going to stay until they didn't need him anymore. Demetri had called to let Duo know that he was going to be traveling and he wanted to sell his half of the business, which meant Duo was up to his eyebrows in paperwork. Heero tried to help at first, but all the legal terms gave him a headache, and he was more than happy to let Quatre take over.

   He spent the next week being miserable. His withdrawal symptoms were much worse following his heroin binge, and he spent several horrible days wanting to claw his way out of his own skin. In theory, methadone prevented any physical withdrawal symptoms, but for Heero it was only partially successful. His wonderfully engineered body which had been so helpful during the war continued to resist drugs afterwords, both helpful and hurtful. He resisted the methadone as much as the heroin. And he often forgot to take it, which only made things worse.

   So he wasn't as sick as he could have been, but he wasn't happy either. He managed to keep his discomfort from Duo, mostly by staying out of the way and smoking on the steps out front. Quatre wasn't so easily fooled. He shot Heero several worried glances, but since Heero refused to talk about it, Quatre didn't pry. He was still ashamed of what they had done, and didn't seem to want to talk about anything, just in case it came up.

   Finally, after days of paperwork, Duo threw up his hands and exclaimed, “Enough! I need a damn break! Lets go get something to eat. Oooh! And beer. There needs to be beer.”

   “I'm hungry.” Quatre agreed. “I could go for some food.”

   “Alcohol is good.” Heero admitted.

   “Awesome. There's this new sushi place downtown that I wanna take us to. They've got hibachi there and everything. I'm going to go call and make a reservation.” Duo grinned, pulling out his phone and bouncing off to make the call.

   That left Heero and Quatre along. Quatre stared at him awkwardly. Heero looked back at him and cleared his throat.

   “While we're out...just call me Yamato, okay? Duo already knows, but I thought I'd mention it to you. Eventually someone will realize I've come back from the dead, so to speak, but I'd rather put that off as long as possible.”

   “Of course. We'll probably get photographers on us while we're out.” Quatre warned him. “After this long we don't warrant the front page unless something drastic happens, but we're still celebrities, unfortunately.”

   “And I'm a relatively famous stripper.” Heero informed him. “I'm sure someone will recognize me, and there will probably be some scandalous tabloid pages.”

    Quatre didn't seem to know what to say to that.

   “I'm going to go get ready now.” Heero said.

   “Yeah, sure.” Quatre said, still staring guiltily at the wall. “Go ahead.”

   Heero went into Duo's room to get ready. Even though Quatre wasn't sleeping on the couch anymore, Heero had stayed in Duo's room. Duo hadn't complained; he actually seemed pleased that Heero was able to sleep so close to him now. They still hadn't kissed or even spoken about any kind of relationship things since their last big fight, but they were sleeping together now. That was something.

   In the interest of keeping his slutty cover, Heero chose to wear his very low black suede pants with a red silk shirt, which he left unbuttoned rather lower than necessary. He put his four inch stiletto boots on, and picked out a silver chain that he fastened around his neck. He put half a dozen bangles on his wrists, and finished off his look with a leather and silver studded belt..

   Trying to do his makeup in Duo's tiny bathroom was a difficult experience, so he pulled out his makeup bag and sat at Duo's desk to do it. He kept it pretty light, but put foundation, silver eye shadow and black eyeliner. He was tempted to wear silver lipstick, but didn't feel like making Duo and Quatre too uncomfortable.

   He left his hair down, because Duo liked it better that way, even though it was practically unmanageable. Lastly, he picked out a black suede jacket with white fur trim to wear once they left.

   “Damn.” Duo said. “You look gorgeous.”

   “Thanks.” Heero said. “Think anyone will recognize me?”

   “In that outfit? They'll be too busy staring at your ass.” Duo chuckled. “It's weird seeing you in makeup though. Quatre's gonna flip.”

   Heero deliberately sat down on the bed to watch Duo change. Duo smirked at him, but didn't complain. He disappeared into his closet for a few minutes, and came back out again shirtless, but now wearing loose blue washed jeans. They had obviously been tailored to him, because they fit him in all the right places. Heero smiled, and didn't even pretend he wasn't checking Duo out.

   Duo had picked out a black button up shirt with a special grain in it. When he moved, the black fabric flashed like snake scales. On someone as fit as Duo, it had a tantalizing effect. He took his braid out so he could brush it, and Heero whistled at the waterfall of hair that cascaded over Duo's shoulders and down his back.

   “It's grown.”

   “I trim the split ends off, but it keeps growing.” Duo said, “I figured it'd stop growing eventually, but not so far.”

   Heero watched, fascinated, as Duo flipped his hair over and started brushing it upside down. Once he'd gotten most of the knots out, he straightened back up to finish brushing it out. “Brushing upside down increases volume and hair growth.” Duo explained with a smile. “You don't need it because your hair is stupid thick. But mine really thins out near the bottom of my braid.”

   With years of practice he gathered his hair together and quickly braided it behind his back into a long, tight braid. Then he picked his cross necklace up off his nightstand and put it on.

   “Alright. Ready to go?”

   “Mmhmmm.” Heero said, jerking his head up from where he'd been staring at Duo's ass. He was horny dammit. It'd been nearly a week since he'd been laid last, and his body informed him that it had been too damn long.

   “C'mon, you can check out my ass later.” Duo grinned.

   “I'm the stripper. You're supposed to be checking out my ass.”

   Heero got up and followed him out into the living room where Quatre was waiting. The blonde was wearing the same baby blue shirt and designer jeans he'd been wearing earlier. He had on a necklace made of coral and hemp. It was a totally different style then Duo or Heero, but it suited him. And with black spiral gauges in his ears and the tribal tattoo winding down his left arm, he managed to look pretty badass.

   “Holy shit Heero, You look...damn.”

   Heero smirked at Quatre's flabbergasted expression.

   “Hey, what about me?” Duo protested.

   “You look good too, don't get me wrong.” Quatre said, “But...”

   “Yeah, I know.” Duo said. “He carries off makeup pretty well.”

   “Yeah.” Quatre agreed.

   “Anyways, if we leave now, we should just make our reservation.” Duo said.

   “We can take my rental so we won't have to cram all together in your truck.” Quatre offered. “And I'm not supposed to drink anyways. So I can be the designated driver.”

   Heero grabbed his wallet, phone, and cigarettes as they headed out. “Mind if I smoke?”

   “Sure, as long as you keep the windows down.” Quatre agreed.

   “Can I have one too?” Duo asked.

   They piled into Quatre's black rental car and Heero rolled his window down and lit a cigarette, then gave his cigarettes and his lighter to Duo.

   “Thanks, Heero.”

   “I thought you quit smoking, Duo.” Quatre said.

   “Yeah, well, Heero's a bad influence.” Duo replied.

   “Sorry.”

   “Eh, it's fine. You're not bitching at me to quit now.” Duo grinned.

   “Well, if you two are going to be unhealthy, count me in too.” Quatre said.

   “You naughty thing you.” Duo said, and handed him a cigarette.

   Quatre grinned back at him and leaned in to let Duo light his cigarette for him. There was something intimate between the two of them. Logically it made sense – both Heero and Trowa had left them behind, I was natural they would reach out for each other. But it still gave Heero a nasty feeling in his stomach. He hadn't felt jealous since he and Duo had worked together in Preventers. Heero had watched Duo laughing and flirting with co-workers, harmless flirting he'd said. It hadn't made Heero feel any better, especially when he knew he himself was incapable of that sort of easy communication with Duo. This was much worse, somehow. It wasn't just anyone; it was Quatre – someone who had been through the same shit they all had. Someone who probably knew Duo better then Heero did. Heero suddenly realized how horrible it must have been for Duo to find out Heero had slept with Quatre. He didn't know what he'd do if he found out the reverse was true.

   “Thanks Duo.” Quatre said.

   “No problem.” Duo said, handing them back to Heero.

   “Thanks for the cigarettes Heero.” Quatre added.

   “Sure.” Heero said automatically. He let Duo and Quatre chatter on the way to the restaurant, preferring to look out the window and smoke. As much as he'd changed in the last six years, he still hadn't developed much conversationally. Of course, there were only so many things to say when you were getting nailed to a mattress six or seven nights a week.



   “Ooh! There it is!” Duo exclaimed, pointing to a brightly lit sign that said, “Kuro's authentic Japanese cuisine. Now open.” Underneath the English words there were hand-painted hiragana symbols proclaiming the same thing in Japanese.

   They parked on the side of the street and walked across to the restaurant. “Well, it looks nice.” Quatre commented.

   “C'mon, c'mon, before they give our table away!” Duo urged. He seemed very excited.

   Even as they walked across the street, people seemed to notice them. Heero saw more than one cellphone being raised to take photos. Of course, being a trendy new restaurant, Kuro's was bound to attract tourists. Which would attract photographers as people posted celebrity sightings on their various web pages and social sites. It wasn't like they were trying very hard to be discreet, with Duo's braid flying out behind him like a flag.

   Duo and Quatre seemed used to it, they didn't even blink at their photos being taken. Heero took care to put a little bit of extra sway into his step. An Asian girl and her companion squealed and pointed excitedly. Well, at least someone appreciated his appearance.

   Duo walked proudly to the counter and greeted the hostess in impeccable Japanese. Heero had coached him endlessly during the war to correct his natural accent, and he spoke the language like a native now. She seemed surprised and pleased, and directed them to their seats with a smile and a bow.

   They had an entire hibachi table to themselves. Quatre took a waiter aside and discreetly asked if they could buy out the empty seats. There would already be hushed whispers and cellphone photos; they would prefer not to have so-called fans bothering them at their table. The waiter seemed to recognize Quatre and agreed easily, asking them to 'of course, please enjoy your meal.'

   A few minutes later he returned to take their drink order. Quatre ordered tea, Duo asked for a Sapporro and Heero ordered a large hot sake. The waiter seemed shy around Heero, but embarrassed glances told Heero that he was thoroughly, (though politely and discreetly) being checked out.

   “Alright!” Duo said, after their waiter had gone to get their drinks, “Let's get some sushi!”

   “And hibachi, since we booked a whole table.” Quatre added.



   “Well, yeah. Who do you think you're talking to? I can eat like, fifteen sushi rolls by myself!”

   “Then it's a good thing I'm paying, isn't it.” Quatre smirked. Duo loved spending his money.

   “Somebody's gotta spend that inheritance for ya!”

   “What about you Yamato, what do you want?” Quatre asked, trying to draw Heero into the conversation.

   “Sake.” Heero said firmly. A nearly indiscernible thread of worry flashed across Duo's face. So Heero continued, “And the spiciest sushi rolls they have.” If it was spicy enough, he might even be able to taste it.

   “Awesome!” Duo said. “I love spicy sushi!”

   “You like everything.”

   “True!”

   Their waiter came back with their drinks and then took their orders. Heero also ordered a steak hibachi, to avoid the rudeness of sitting at a hibachi table and not ordering hibachi. The waiter blushed when Heero addressed him.

   “Of course, Yamato-san.*” He said politely, and bowed low before leaving.

   Heero was startled, but managed not to ask him where he knew him from. Obviously it was a sexual thing, based on the waiter's blush and Heero's own street job. But when would the severe and polite Japanese waiter ever have participated in the kind of parties that Yamato Saito worked at? Heero couldn't let it go, and continued to mull over the problem.

   “Well, so much for not being recognized.” Duo said dryly.

   It was Heero's turn to blush. “Sorry.”

   “Nah, it's alright. Less chance they'll notice your 'underlying bone structure.'” Duo smirked. “Besides, if that waiter actually could be persuaded to undress, I bet he's sexy as hell.”

   Heero snorted. “Few people are as enlightened as our esteemed Zen Master.”

   Quatre looked confused.

   “Wufei said he could tell who Yamato was from his bone structure.” Duo explained. Quatre smiled.

   “I'm glad he's less angry, but I'm not sure all the philosophizing is easier to bear with.”

   “You should see him with Zechs. Philosophy is all they talk about.” Duo said. Well, and sex, but he wasn't going to tell that to Quatre. He had a hard enough time thinking about Wufei and sex with Zechs in the same sentence as it was.

   “It's so weird that they're together.” Quatre said. “Of all the people I expected him to be with, it wasn't Zechs.”



   “He likes blondes.” Heero said dryly. Quatre and Duo seemed surprised that Heero had remarked on that.

   “I didn't even know he was gay.” Duo confessed. “I mean, god, you and Wufei were the only straight ones, I thought.”

   “Wufei maintains he's bisexual. He likes tall, muscular men.” Heero informed him, simply to see the look on Duo's face. It was priceless.

   “...I'm not even going to ask how you know that.”   Duo said, when he'd recovered from the shock.

   “He said I wasn't his type.   He's taller than me, and I'm too skinny.”

   Duo and Quatre just stared at him.

   Heero sighed. “I stayed the night with him while Duo and Demetri were making up.”

   “Oh.” Duo said. “I didn't know you stayed with Wufei.” He'd thought Heero had been at his dealer's house, since that's where he usually went.

   “He was kind enough to let me stay.” Heero said stiffly, remembering the circumstances that led to him leaving.

   The waiter returned then. All their meals came with a house made miso soup and salad, which looked delicious. The waiter kept his composure as he set their food in front of them a refilled their drinks.

   “Enjoy. The hibachi chef will be out soon.”

   They thanked him and everyone started in on their food. Heero was determined to drink as much as possible, and made it through most of his first bottle before he even touched his salad.

   A flash of light at his back made Heero almost jump out of his skin.

   “Signal the reporters.” Duo sighed. “I'm sure we'll be on the front page.”

   “Especially if they recognize me.” Heero agreed. “It'll be in all the tabloids – 'Gundam Boys seen with prostitute.'”

   “Good.” Quatre said grimly. “Maybe Trowa will see it.” He got a distinctly angry look on his face before he forced it down.

   Their waiter rushed over. “I am so sorry,” He said profusely, “The head chef has told me to ask you if you would like us to make them leave.”

   “It's fine.” Heero insisted. “It doesn't really bother us, and it's good publicity for the restaurant.”

   “If you're sure, Yamato-san.”

   “Yes.”

   The waiter bowed, and then left. Heero was going to go crazy if he didn't remember where in hell he'd met the kid before. He finally remembered, just as the hibachi chef was coming out to cook their meals.

   His name was Kazu Matsuo, and he had been a waiter at another restaurant then, where Heero was performing. He couldn't remember who's party it was, but they had decided hiring the restaurant's staff was cheaper than hiring a third party waiting service, since the restaurant had the reputation of being discreet.

   Kazu had been very kind to Heero, not giving him the barely concealed looks of disgust the rest of the staff were giving him. He seemed genuinely concerned when Heero had had so much to drink he could barely stand, and had helped him to the bathroom between shows, even holding back his hair as Heero vomited alcohol into the toilet.

   That night, instead of going home with any prospective clients, he followed Kazu to his bunk above the restaurant and proceeded to give the young man the most mind blowing fuck he'd ever had. It had been nice to be with someone who appreciated him, instead of the dirty old bastards who just liked to use him because they were tired of their mistresses and wanted to switch things up a bit.

   Kazu had actually thanked him the next day. “I've never had anyone be so...gentle with me.” He said shyly. “It didn't hurt at all. I didn't even know it could feel good like that.”

   Heero was stunned. “But...I wasn't gentle at all. I just made sure you liked it. Who fucks you harder than that?”

   Kazu looked away. “My boyfriend is very demanding.” He said. “Anyways, I have to go to work. You can shower and eat breakfast, if you like. Goodbye.” He gave Heero an inappropriately low bow, and left.

   Heero headed downstairs sometime later, when he heard the yelling.

   “I know you fucked that whore Kazu, don't even try to pretend otherwise. Iwamoto saw you go upstairs with him. How dare you sleep with someone else? Do you think you're actually worth someone else's time? You're a disgusting little bitch, and you're mine. What would you do if I wasn't here to tell you what to do, huh? Dirty little whore. I should fuck you right here, since you like being a whore so much.”

   He could hear Kazu crying. He heard the sound of someone getting hit, and then more crying. He raced down the stairs and saw Kazu with a much larger man, who was gripping Kazu's wrist so tightly it was already starting to bruise. Kazu had a black eye and there were tears running down his face. The larger man was trying to take Kazu's pants off with one hand, and the only reason he hadn't succeeded yet was that he was very clearly still drunk from the night before.

   Heero barreled down the stairs into him, startling him so much he let go of Kazu as he was shoved into the concrete wall. “I don't know who the hell you think you are, but you don't deserve to be within a mile of a sweet kid like Kazu.” He snarled.

   “So your whore is fighting your battles now Kazu?” The drunk man sneered, obviously recognizing Heero.

   He staggered off the wall, right into Heero's fist. Heero punched him so hard his head flung back and smacked into the concrete behind him with a sickening crunch. The man crumpled onto the stairs. Kazu was shocked. He stared down at his boyfriend as if he couldn't believe what had happened. Heero got him out of the stairwell and into the kitchen, where he put ice on Kazu's wrist and face, and called the police.

   When the cops had arrived, he'd given his statement, held Kazu's the entire time he'd given his statement, and waited around to be sure that if anyone was going to be arrested, it would be the other man. He then had tried to get Kazu to come back home with him, but the younger man had refused. When Heero had gone back to check on him a few days later, Kazu was gone, and neither his landlord nor his employer had had a forwarding address.

   Heero slowly came back to the present, finding that he had apparently spaced out through the entire hibachi demonstration, and had been eating his food on auto-pilot; it was almost half gone. Quatre and Duo were still chatting a way, enjoying their food and having a good time.

   Heero didn't know how obvious it had been that he hadn't been paying attention to life for the last twenty minutes or so. He rubbed his eyes and cleared his throat, and took a very long drink of his sake. He tried to pretend he didn't feel a nasty stab of jealousy watching Duo and Quatre having fun. But since he'd been too busy thinking about an old lay to even talk to them, he really had no right to feel jealous. It didn't stop him from feeling that way though.

   He concentrated on his food, which, surprisingly, he could actually taste. It wasn't a lot, but he could taste the spiciness of the sushi – it wasn't bitter and disgusting the way most food tasted to him. Maybe Sally was right – lying in the regen unit seemed to be helping already, and he'd only been in it twice.

   “More sake for you, Yamato-san?”

   “Yes, please.” Heero said. Then he realized it was Kazu, and he was damned if he wasn't going to say something about it. “Kazu-san, how have you been? You moved, and I couldn't find you.”

   “Yamato-san, I'm sorry. I had to move – Chef Nakamura fired me. My boyfriend was his son.”

   “Oh.” Heero didn't know what to say. “I'm sorry.”

   “No, I am very grateful. I am much happier since meeting you, Yamato-san. I got a job here, and Sohei-kun, I mean, the Head Chef and I...” He trailed off.

   “You're together.”

   “Yes.” Kazu blushed. “His family owns the restaurant, and he is very young to be the Head Chef. He's very kind, like you, Yamato-san.”

   “Thank you.” Heero said, not quite believing his ears.

   “Please, let me know if you are being bothered by the photographers. Yammamoto-sama will not tolerate them bothering you. When you are ready to go, we will let you out the back so you will not have to speak to them.”

   “Again, thank you so much Kazu-san, it's too much.”

   “It is no problem. Let me get you more sake.” Kazu brought him two bottles this time, and poured the first one before him, before bowing again and heading off to another table.

   “Damn Yamato, what was that all about?” Duo asked when Kazu had gone. “You guys were speaking so fast I couldn't follow it.”

   “Oh. Um...I was sort of his first.” Heero said softly. “Well, he had a shit boyfriend who'd been...well...basically raping him, but I was his first real sex partner. He's grateful. He said we could leave out the back to avoid the reporters.”

   Duo had a strange expression on his face. “That's very generous of them.” If Heero didn't know better, he'd say that Duo was jealous.

   “He's a very sweet kid. He was very nice to me.” Then Heero took a long drink of his sake and admitted, “It would be nice to go somewhere where I haven't slept with someone who works there.”

   Duo turned red, because he knew Heero was saying that for his benefit, and replied, “Well, you're incredibly sexy, so I can't really be surprised. Do you mind if I have some of your sushi?”

   “No, go ahead.”

   “Holy shit Yamato!” Duo gasped after trying one. “This is so spicy! How can you eat it like that?”

   Heero shrugged. He wasn't going to bring up a severed spine at dinner. “It's not that bad.”

   “Yeesh! Yep, you're a monster.” Duo grinned, and went back to devouring his own food. They ate and drank and drank some more for the next hour, until Heero's head was spinning with the amount of alcohol he'd had. When they left, Heero insisted on paying for his own food, and left Kazu a substantial tip. Kazu let them out the back, and gave Heero a tentative kiss on the cheek before running back inside, completely embarrassed.

   Quatre drove them back, and Heero used the pretense of being too drunk to sit up to lie on Duo's shoulder. Duo put his arm around Heero and absently ran his fingers through Heero's hair. It was a relatively possessive action for Duo, but Heero didn't mind. He actually sort of liked it.

Duo, Wednesday, April 9th, AC 204, 1 am

   “Okay, bye Quatre.” Duo said, and helped carry a very drunk Heero up the stairs. He wouldn't stop laughing, though Duo had no idea what he thought was so funny.

   Duo fumbled with the keys. Heero's hot breath was against his ear, and it was distracting. Not to mention Heero was practically draped over him, and in leather pants, too. He finally managed it, and they stumbled inside.

   “Finally.” Heero said, and slammed the door shut behind them. He didn't seem drunk any more. He practically lunged for Duo, one hand snagging Duo's shirt, the other going straight to his cock.

   “Heero, what -” Heero yanked Duo's head down and kissed him savagely, kneading Duo's growing erection though his pants.

   “What are you-” Duo gasped between breaths. It was hard to focus with Heero-fucking-Yuy sticking his tongue down Duo's throat. When the hell did Heero's tongue get so long?

   “I-”

   He didn't really know what he was trying to say. It seemed important, somehow, that he protest this course of action but if you'd asked him at that moment, he couldn't have said why. Heero was practically massaging his package right there in the living room, and Duo's cock certainly didn't see anything wrong with the present state of affairs.

   “Um, Heero-” He tried again.

   Heero wasn't interested in listening to whatever Duo was trying to say. He had managed to unbutton Duo's jeans without him noticing, and yanked both his jeans and his underwear off at the same time, right down to his ankles.

   “Are-are you sure-”

   Heero put both of his strong hands on Duo's hips and pushed them back into the living room. Duo kicked the rest of his pants off along the way. Then Heero shoved him down onto the futon without much effort and shoved Duo's legs apart, exposing his very hard erection.

   “-that....that you really want-”

   Heero pulled a condom out of his pocked, ripped it open and put it onto Duo's cock with one smooth motion. God, just watching Heero open condoms was so sexy he wanted to come.

   “to-uh...um...”

   Heero stroked Duo's cock for a few moments, then leaned over and took all nine inches of Duo's cock straight down his throat.

   “Unh....” All of Duo's protests dissolved into a moan of sheer pleasure. Heero was fucking good at this. Even through a condom it was hands down the best blowjob he'd ever gotten. Just looking down at Heero's dark head of hair between his legs made Duo's cock throb. He'd only dreamed about this for years, ever since they'd fucked. He wanted to put his hands in Heero's hair.

   Heero was fucking him with his throat, his tongue licking along Duo's shaft and teasing his balls. He didn't seem to have any problems taking Duo's whole length in his mouth, even though Duo wasn't a small guy by any means, either in length or width. Objectively Duo knew that Heero could independently control every muscle in his body, including his gag reflex, and that he could hold his breath for close to four minutes. He'd never thought about that in this context before, and put into practice, it was an entirely new and downright orgasmic concept.

   He didn't know how long he could last. It had been an embarrassingly short time since Heero had started fucking him, but he was already feeling his balls tightening for orgasm. Heero started working his cock, his tongue stroking up and down while he massaged Duo with his throat. He went slowly at first, and then picked up the speed, fucking Duo with his whole mouth. It wasn't going to be much longer; he could feel shivers of pleasure radiating out of his cock into the rest of his body.



   “A-ah, Heero, I'm gonna-” He tried to pull away. At least, that's what he thought he was doing, but instead he ended up tangling his hands in Heero's hair and pulling him closer instead of pushing him away.



   The sight of Heero buried between his legs, working him so vigorously, and not even caring that Duo was using his grip on his hair to shove Heero deeper onto his cock, pushed Duo over the edge. He exploded in pleasure, his entire body spasming, hands tightening in Heero's hair. His orgasm went on and on, until he thought he was going to pass out from sheer ecstasy.



   Finally it ended, and Duo collapsed, exhausted and drained, back onto the futon. He tried to say something, thank Heero or apologize, he wasn't sure which. All that came out was a rather heated moan.

   After Duo had finished, Heero gave a low moan himself and unzipped his pants. Duo watched him pull out his own swollen dick and start stroking it frantically. He almost got hard again at the sight of Hero's dick. All that was from giving Duo head? God...that was sexy.

   It didn't take Heero very long. He came in five quick jerks and then collapsed bonelessly into Duo's lap. He was grinning like a maniac. “Like it?”



    “I-I think it's safe to say that.” Duo fought for breath, for coherency. He wasn't going to pass out like some kid after his first blow job. Except that had been the first time anyone had been able to take him in all the way like that. But that didn't make it his first.

       “That was weird.” Heero said, a few moments later.

   “What?” Duo asked. Why would he say that?

   “I don't usually...orgasm.” Heero said. He sounded like it was difficult for him to explain as it was for Duo to understand. “I mean, I cum sometimes, but it doesn't usually do anything for me.”

   “Really? That seems weird to me.”



   “Well, think about it.” Heero raised his head up to look at him. “If I got off every time, how would I keep going all night?”



   “Yeah, I guess that makes sense.”

   Heero sighed and got up. He took Duo's condom off and threw it in the trash, and went to go get a paper towel from the kitchen, which he used to rub his own cum out of the carpet. “Sorry about the rug.” He threw that away too and came to sit by Duo.

   “What?” Duo started awake. Between the alcohol and the orgasm he'd slipped off for a moment. “Oh. It's fine Heero. It's not like my rugs are pristine or anything. Heero...are you sure this was okay? I mean...”

   “Can we not talk about this right now? I had a good time, and you did too....right?” Heero said tiredly.

   “Well, obviously.” Duo gestured to himself.

   “Good. As far as I'm concerned that's the important part. That's the part I understand.” Heero explained. “But if you want to talk about how it affects 'us' and whether there should be an 'us,' or what the status of our relationship is, well, I'd rather deal with that tomorrow.”

   “Okay.” Duo gave in. What else could he do? He couldn't discuss their relationship alone.

   “I won't forget,” Heero added, answering Duo's unspoken worry.

   “Thanks.”

   He must have drifted off again, because the next thing he knew, Heero was standing next to him in boxers and a wife beater, tugging on his shirt. “Come to bed with me.”

   Duo smiled. Whatever the status of their relationship was, Duo decided he liked the sound of that.

End Chapter 13

Author's Notes:

   *For anyone who doesn't know, this is significant. As a customer, if the waiter knew his name, he should have been referred to as 'Saito-sama.' The use of his first name and more familiar honorific of 'san' means that the waiter knows him quite well, even if Heero doesn't remember him.

   Wooh! Chapter 13 is done. I've got lots of ideas of where I want this to go, and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do! Comments and feedback are always welcome!

   Thanks as always to my beta reader, priscel!
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