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Addicted	By : Yuukichan Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1784 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Addicted
- 2-Picking Up the Pieces
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- 2
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the Gundam boys, I just like to imagine them in my own little world (which is totally of my imagining). No profits are made from this story, just gratuitous pleasure.

Warnings: Warning Codes: Angst, m/m, oral, solo, WAFF, YAOI, Complete

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: 1X2

Summary: Heero has Duo back home again, but the rebuilding of their trust and love is going to be a hard thing to accomplish. But Heero will do anything to win Duo's love back.

Picking Up the Pieces

“Duo, are you hungry, babe?’ Heero asked cheerfully, walking into their bedroom with a tray that had Duo's dinner on it.

Duo looked away and sighed, still refusing to talk to Heero, and barely looking at him. It had only been a couple of days that he’d been home, and he still wasn’t in a forgiving mood. After all, it was all Heero's fault that he was lying here in this bed. Heero had been the one to hurt him, why should he let the prefect soldier off so easily? Shinigami wasn’t one to forgive and forget readily. That forgiveness would have to be earned. And Heero knew that. Knew it and accepted it as part and parcel of loving Shinigami.

“Duo, you’ve got to talk to me eventually,” said Heero, refusing to allow himself to get angry, no matter how stubborn Duo insisted on being. “I made you dinner, some nice soup. Are you going to eat it yourself or do I have to feed you again? I’m not going to leave until you’ve eaten something, you know. We’ll keep doing it this way if that’s what you want, it’s up to you.”

Duo snorted, rolled over and closed his eyes, wishing Heero would just leave him alone for the time being. He couldn’t tell Heero that the reason he refused to talk to him was because he didn’t want to say any more hurtful things, and right now that was all that was in his mind to say. He was still angry at Heero for what he had put him through and didn’t feeling like dealing with that emotion at the moment. He wanted to sulk in peace and quiet.

Heero sat the tray down on the bedside table, then sat on the bed next to Duo. He reached a hand out and laid it on Duo's shoulder, feeling him tremble at his touch. Heero sighed a bit sadly, but continued on. In his weakened condition, Duo was unable to resist Heero when he pulled him over onto his back once more, but he kept his eyes tightly closed, his lips firmly locked against the angry words that bubbled up inside of him, his face still turned slightly away from Heero’s.

Heero put a gentle hand under Duo's chin and turned his face up, although Duo stubbornly insisted in keeping his eyes screwed tightly shut. Heero sighed again.

“Duo, please look at me,” said Heero softly. “Duo?”

Sighing once more at the lack of response, Heero let go of his face and reached his arms around Duo, pulling him up into a sitting position, arranging his pillows so he could sit comfortably, then Heero let him lean back. He couldn’t resist a small kiss on Duo's unresponsive lips before he sat back and reached for the bowl of soup.

“Alright, Duo, open your mouth, at least,” said Heero, admitting his defeat in this battle of wills. It was hard to fight with someone who refused to acknowledge anything at all.

Duo opened his eyes and his mouth, accepting the soup the Heero spooned into him. He’d eaten most of it by the time he indicated that he didn’t want any more. He leaned his head back on the pillows and contemplated speaking to Heero.

Heero settled the dishes back on the tray and made ready to leave the bedroom. As Heero was walking out the door, Duo said the first words that he’d spoken since Heero had prevented his self-destruction.

“Thanks,” Duo whispered to the man that he loved more than life itself, then he closed his eyes once more, letting the tiredness wash over him.

Heero turned his head and smiled at his listless lover, even though he didn’t see the smile. Well, at least it was a start. Duo was starting to unthaw from his frozen countenance. He headed for the kitchen to clean up the dinner dishes before going back to see if there was anything more Duo needed or wanted before he went to sleep. He was glad to see that Duo was still awake when he returned to the bedroom.

“Would you like to wash up? Maybe take a shower and wash your hair?” Heero asked him.

“Yeah,” replied Duo slowly. “That would be nice.”

“Here, let me help you,” Heero offered as Duo started to get up from the bed, only to have Duo push him away angrily.

“I’m not a baby,” he growled at Heero, but as he tried to stand on his own, his weak legs collapsed and he started to fall to the floor. Heero jumped to grab him before he could hit the ground and hurt himself any more.

“Please, Duo, let me help you, alright?” Heero asked softly, holding Duo's stiff body close to himself for a moment before moving back a step. His heart ached as Duo continued to ignore his proffered love and apologies.

“Fine,” Duo muttered, allowing Heero to assist him with walking to the bathroom.

“Do you need help undressing?” Heero asked as he started the water for the shower.

“I said I’m not a baby. I don’t need your help.” Duo growled, hating the feeling of being weak in front of Heero.

“No, you’re not a baby,” Heero agreed, “but you are a seriously weak man, and I don’t want you to fall and hurt yourself. I’ll just sit here and wait for you, then.”

“I don’t need an audience. I don’t need you staring at me while I’m in the shower,” said Duo sullenly.

“I’m sorry if I’m making you feel uncomfortable, but I’m not leaving. If it makes you feel better, I won’t look at you, but I’m going to stay,” said Heero adamantly, sitting on the closed toilet lid with his back to Duo.

Duo slowly stripped, amazed that it made him feel this tired just walking to the bathroom and taking off his boxers and tee shirt, but he just wasn’t ready for Heero's scrutiny of his body yet. Not that his body held any secrets from Heero Yuy, not after all of the years that they had been together. He just felt, vulnerable. He didn’t want Heero to witness his weakness.

But when he stepped into the shower and almost slipped and fell, he knew he was going to have to cave in and ask Heero for help. It was a case of pride going before a fall, and Duo certainly didn’t want to fall. That would just add insult to injury.

“Ah, say, Heero?” he said hesitatingly.

“Yes, Duo?” Heero answered, not turning around, respecting his lover’s wish.

“I, ah, I think I’m gonna need a little help here, if you don’t mind, that is,” said Duo, leaning against the shower wall. Damn, he hadn’t realized that he was so weak.

“No problem, I’ll be happy to help you in any way that I can,” Heero told him.

Heero stripped quickly, then stepped into the shower behind Duo. The sight of Duo's gorgeous body, the water running off of him and his long chestnut hair spilling down his back and falling over his beautifully sculpted ass was an instant turn on for Heero, thought he tried hard to control his reaction. He knew Duo wouldn’t appreciate it, not right now, anyway. Duo made him so hard that he ached but he fought the feeling all the way, although he couldn’t help the small moan that escaped.

“Let’s just keep this to business, alright? No funny stuff,” said Duo, knowing without looking the affect he was having on Heero. The small moan, although hardly audible, was enough to tell him of his lovers desire. But he resolved to ignore it.

“Of course. Just tell me what you want me to do for you. I’ll behave myself. You don’t have to worry about anything,” Heero assured him.

“Yeah, well, if you could just kind of hold me up so I can wash. I feel a little bit shaky,” Duo told him, reaching for the body wash and the cloth.

Heero put his hands to Duo's sides, just under his arms and held him at arms length, giving him stabilization as Duo scrubbed at his body with the soapy cloth.

“Mind doing my back for me?” he asked, handing Heero the cloth over his shoulder, not looking back but knowing that Heero would oblige him.

Heero complied, moving Duo's hair over his shoulders, then washing gently at the soft, inviting skin. He resisted the urge to lay kisses along the nape of the exposed neck, and when he reached the swelling globes of Duo's pert derrière, he didn’t linger, instead running the cloth over it as impersonally as he could, washing gently between the globes, but trying not to be suggestive. Then he knelt down to run the cloth over the perfectly toned legs, taking care not to let his hand drift between the inviting thighs. He also resisted the urge to allow his tongue to trace the crack of Duo's bottom, wanting so badly to dip it into the tightness of Duo’s opening and taste his lover. But he held himself together, and did only what he was bid.

Duo shifted his weight, rebalancing himself when Heero knelt down, tensing just a bit, but knowing in his heart that Heero would be a gentleman and treat him respectfully. That was the only reason he could comfortably allow the other man so close to him, knowing that Heero would never try to press an advantage against him in his weakened state.

When Heero finished, Duo turned around to rinse the soap off of himself and wet his long hair the rest of the way in preparation for washing it. He glanced down at Heero's impressive erection, raising an eyebrow, but said nothing. Duo fought hard with himself to resist the need of putting out a hand to stroke the arousal he knew he caused. That rock hard shaft with the soft skin that covered it, the pre-come that leaked out of the little slit in the crown, the pulsing vein that he knew ran down the back all combined to call out to him, begging for the touch of his hand. But he took a deep breath and pushed that desire back down inside of himself. His own cock started to stir in response, but he stubbornly ignored it. Resolutely, he turned back and squeezed some shampoo into his trembling hand and started to lather up his mass of waist long hair.

All too soon, however, his arms gave out and he moaned somewhat piteously.

“Heero?” he asked somewhat plaintively, not really needing to ask the question.

“Yes, I’ll finish your hair for you, but you’ll have to turn around and face me, then lean against me so I can have my hands free. And you saw how I am right now,” replied Heero, trying to keep the desperate desire out of his voice.

“Yeah, well, I can’t finish it,” said Duo tiredly, “and I’m too tire to fight you off.”

“Duo, I would never try to take advantage of you while you’re like this,” said Heero, hurt showing in his voice.

“Yeah, I know,” Duo whispered, turning, wrapping his arms around Heero's neck and kissing him lightly before he relaxed his body against Heero’s.

Heero finished the shampooing and did the conditioning, keeping his mind firmly on the task at hand, and by the time he was finished, Duo was almost asleep in his arms. He shut off the water, squeezed out Duo's hair the best he could, then helped his exhausted lover out of the shower.

He propped Duo up against the wall while he got towels to dry his hair and body, then with a new towel wrapped around his long hair, Heero gently carried Duo back into their bedroom.

He laid him gently on the bed then went in search of some clean clothes. He soon had himself and Duo dressed in clean tee shirts and boxers and was finishing drying Duo's long hair before trying to brush it out and plait it.

With Duo clean and warm and back in bed once more, Heero rose to leave, wanting to allow the recuperating young man to sleep in peace. He had almost reached the door when he heard Duo’s voice softly calling out his name.

“Hee-chan? Do you think, well, do you think you could hold me while I sleep?” he asked, loneliness showing in his face. “I don’t want to be alone anymore. It hurts too much to be alone, ya know?”

“Yeah, I know.” Heero replied. “Let me shut off the lights and lock up. I’ll be right back, okay babe?”

“Sure. I’m not going anywhere,” said Duo sleepily.

Duo was asleep by the time Heero came back in, so Heero just crawled into the bed next to him and curled himself around the sleeping young man. Duo sighed at his touch, snuggled in closer and seemed to fall into a more peaceful sleep. Heero soon followed him into a dreamless slumber, happy to at least be allowed to hold his lover in his arms once more. His nights on the couch had been long, cold and lonely.

~*~

Heero awoke with Duo still cuddled against him and a raging case of desire building up in himself, something he knew he’d have to takes care of himself before attending to Duo when he awoke. He shifted slightly, trying to move away from Duo discretely, but Duo's eyes opened to blink sleepily at him. Then Duo smiled just a little.

“Problem there, Hee-chan?” he asked coyly, wanting to tease his errant lover just a little bit.

“Nothing a cold shower can’t take care of, babe,” said Heero, letting go of Duo and starting to get out of their warm bed. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Hee-chan, before you do that, ah, I need to use the bathroom,” Duo told him, also starting to rise, but this time being mindful of his weak legs. “Mind giving me a hand?”

“Of course not, what ever I can do for you, Duo,” said Heero, knowing that he could never make up for what he’d put Duo through, but knowing that Duo would forgive him just the same, in the end.

Duo always forgave him, no matter what, and that was what made it so damned hard not to love Duo Maxwell. But all in all, Duo Maxwell was really a very loveable person, and Heero was selfishly glad that he was the sole recipient of that love and that Duo Maxwell belonged to him alone, no matter what happened between the two of them.

Heero helped him to the bathroom, then left him to take care of his business in private, heading for the kitchen to make them some coffee. He’d make Duo some pancakes for breakfast, he though, since it seemed that Duo had gotten over his anger enough to eat.

At least Heero would make sure that he was well fed and taken care of during his convalescence. He’d called work to arrange for the two of them to have some much needed time off in hopes of sorting out their problems and making it easier for them to live together. It was obvious that they couldn’t survive living apart from each other.

He headed back to the bathroom and found Duo waiting, face washed, hair somewhat brushed and ready to go back to bed. He allowed Heero to lift him into his arms and carry him back, gratefully snuggling close to him. Heero could feel Duo’s warm breath on his neck, the tickle of his eye lashes on his cheek and was almost ready to swear that he felt a small kiss on his neck. Heero shuddered slightly and held Duo closer, a small moan escaping before he could control it.

He gently lay Duo back in the bed, but when he went to straighten up, Duo's arms tightened around his neck.

“Stay,” Duo breathed softly in his ear, and Heero collapsed next to him, arms wrapped around Duo tightly, arching against Duo's hip, his aching erection wanting relief. He rubbed against Duo for several minutes, breathing deeply through parted lips, eyes closed. He’d be happy enough to come like this, just feeling Duo's body close to his own.

But Duo had other ideas. His hand slid down into Heero's boxers and closed around the hardness he found there, the pre-cum lubricating his palm as he started to stroke Heero’s aching shaft gently. Heero gasped and cried out softly, balls drawing up as he neared climax. The Duo stopped, and Heero almost wept. But he stayed still and quiet, waiting or Duo's next move.

A warm tongue traced his ear, and the wet hand made it’s way up to Heero's mouth. He eagerly sucked on the fingers that slid inside, tasting himself on them. And it was Duo's turn to moan softly at the warm heat of Heero’s mouth.

“Hee-chan, make love to me?” Duo whispered softly, lips rushing softly over Heero's ear.

“Are you sure, babe?” Heero asked anxiously.

“I’m sure. I want you inside of me. I want you to come in me. I want you to make me yours again,” Duo responded softly.

“I’ll do what ever you want, babe, I’m yours to command. My heart, my soul, my life, it all belongs to you. I’ll never let you go again,” Heero swore. “I’ll never hurt you like that again.”

“Then love me. Show me how much you love me. Your love is all I ever wanted. Nothing else matters to me. Just your love,” Duo whispered.

Then Heero's lips found his and took him in a soft, deep kiss, mouths making love to each other before bodies started to join in.

Heero's hands were warm and gentle as they slid Duo's shirt up over his head, but he left his lover clad in his boxers, as if still too uncertain of Duo's reactions. His mouth left a trail of dark red marks down Duo's neck, across his chest and marked his journey to Duo's very ticklish belly button. Heero teased it for a bit then made his trail down to the waist band of Duo's boxers. There he hesitated. Waiting for some subtle signal from Duo before proceeding.

Duo's hand slid down to caress Heero's face, then he firmly pushed Heero’ head down to the bulge that strained against the silk of his boxers, arching up as Heero's warm breath bathed his aching cock.

“Ahhh… Duo.” Heero sighed, mouth tracing over the clothed erection, feeling Duo thrust against him gently. Then he slowly pushed the boxers down Duo's hips, releasing his throbbing erection. “You’re so beautiful.”

Duo's legs fell open as Heero slid down between them, nuzzling at his erection, his sinfully wicked mouth trailing hot kisses over parted thighs, teasing tongue tracing it’s way across the sensitive patch of skin under his heavy balls, gentle hands massaging his hips and outer thighs while Duo panted in his growing need.

Then Duo's breath hitched as Heero's mouth claimed his weeping cock, tongue dragging across the slit before it licked a broad trail down the heavy vein on the underside, then engulfed him as Heero took his length completely into his hot, greedy mouth.

Heero sucked hard, beginning to move rhythmically as Duo thrust gently into his eager mouth. Duo's hands were warm and gentle as they ran themselves through Heero's hair and kept him prisoner at his task. Duo could feel the fire deep in his stomach as his need to come became imamate. His balls drew up and he arched up into Heero's hot mouth as Heero drew his orgasm from him in another powerful suck, his hot seed running down the throat of his lover. Heero sucked until there was no further movement from the pulsing cock before he released the flaccid organ from his mouth.

Duo collapsed back onto the bed, gasping and panting, unable to speak for a moment.

“Uhhh… that was so good, Hee-chan. Thank you,” Duo whispered, his eyes sliding closed as his sated body relaxed. He hadn’t realized how tense he had been about this moment until now. Now he let sleep wash over him oblivious to everything else, even to his lover’s needs.

Heero lay quietly, still between Duo's parted thighs, waiting for a sign from his lover that he wanted to proceed, but Duo had slid into sleep and all that greeted him was a gentle snore. With a small sigh, Heero kissed him on the thigh and moved quietly away, his own aching need making itself know. Standing, he pulled the blankets over Duo's lax body, kissed him on the forehead, then gather himself clean clothes before heading for the bathroom and the aforementioned cold shower.

Under the cool running water of the shower, Heero's hand went to his throbbing erection and he quickly began to stroke himself, eyes closed, a vision of Duo's face as he fell into oblivion playing through his mind. He came quickly and hard, falling back against the wall as the water washed the seed from his hand and body, then he came back to reality and slowly washed himself.

As he toweled himself dry and dressed, Heero thought about what had just transpired between the two of them. Duo had asked him to stay, asked him to make love to him, but had fallen asleep before things had gone that far. Heero couldn’t help but feel a little hurt, but there had been no way that he would have taken advantage of Duo like that while he was sleeping.

And he swore to himself that he wouldn’t bring it up, no matter what. He had too much to atone for to allow himself recriminations. Sex was not that important. If life was just a long string of blow jobs and cold showers until Duo was ready, well then, so be it. He was willing to do what ever it took to get back to that place in Duo's heart where Duo would finally forgive him for his stupidity.

With this resolved, he left the bathroom, checked on his tired lover, who still slept, then went to straighten the house up and get breakfast ready for whenever Duo should wake up. After all of that was done, Heero settled himself in a chair in the bedroom with his laptop, content to do a little work while Duo slept. He wanted to be near when Duo awoke so as to take care of any needs that his lover might have.

Duo awoke sometime later to the familiar taping of keys. He smiled slightly. Somehow, that was a very comforting and reassuring sound. It told him that Heero was near, ready to take care of his needs. It told him that Heero still cared and that was what was most important to him.

He watched Heero’s face for sometime, his attention focused on his work. Duo smiled when Heero abruptly looked up, feeling the gaze that was focused on him.

“Hey,” said Heero softly, smiling at his still sleepy looking lover.

“Hey, yourself,” replied Duo. “Guess I kinda passed out on you there. Sorry. I guess I kinda left you hanging. If… if you still want… need…”

“No,” said Heero quickly. “I’m alright. I took care of my need, there no call for you to do anything for me.”

“Oh,” said Duo, looking away, feeling a bit rebuffed. “I guess, if you don’t need me…” his voice trailed off.

“No! Babe, I didn’t mean it like that,” cried Heero, aghast that he had might have hurt Duo again by rejecting his offer. “I just don’t want you doing anything you really don’t want to because you feel you have to. I only want you to be comfortable in our relationship. I don’t want to make demands. I… I don’t have that right anymore to expect anything from you. That’s all I meant.

Duo looked back at him, sadness haunting his eyes.

“Is it always going to be this way now? I don’t want you to be afraid to approach me. I know… I know I was very angry with you, at what you did, but I want to get beyond that, and I can’t if you insist on treating me like I’m going to break, or lash out at you,” Duo explained. “I want things to be the way they were before you left. I just want us to love each other, that’s all.”

“I do love you, Duo. More then I ever believed I could. I never knew how much I loved you until I almost lost you,” Heero said, anguish in his voice and eyes. “I just feel like I’ve given up my rights to expect thing from you, things like sex, because I treated your love so callously. I… I want to make love with you, but… but I don’t want you to think that I expect it from you. Does any of this make sense to you? Do you understand what I’m trying to say? I’m not trying to hurt you. I want to give you time and room to heal.”

“I understand, I really do, Heero, and it’s okay,” Duo replied, knowing it was going to be a long rebuilding process, but deciding it was best to let it drop for now. When the time was right, things would get back to normal, back to the way they use to be, but for now, he would have to be content to wait.

“So, what’s for breakfast?” he asked, trying to sound bright and cheerful for Heero, to show him that he understood.

“Whatever you would like, babe,” Heero replied.

“And, if I say I want you,” Duo asked coyly.

“Anything you want,” said Heero, a slow smile coming to his eyes, knowing that the forgiveness was about to begin.

*~*

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