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He goes running	By : Aestas Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4803 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warning: Sap! and a little Vday Nookie. Enjoy.

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Trowa, Q, and I were all situated around a table at Corner Deli chatting. Currently, Tro and I were listening to the blond animatedly bemoaning his growing stack of things that can’t be done until his sister returns from her love-getaway.

I just smirked and told him that he shouldn’t complain too much because Iria will have to do something similar when he takes his own romantic vacation. Trowa’s face was a complete mask of unreadable-ness (yeah yeah), but I could feel his irritation. Quatre went bright pink, but he was perfectly capable of glaring through the blush. “Well, that’s not going to happen anytime soon, so just hush and let me complain.”

He was plenty spunky, but the fact that he was still warm enough from embarrassment to start fanning himself with the menu made me laugh. About that time, Heero walked in, and I stopped laughing.

Whatever expression was on my face must have been telling, because both Trowa and Quatre turned to see the man spot us and make his way over. He looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks, paler than I’d ever seen him, with bags under his eyes fit for a grandmother’s face.

He looked like shit, and apparently, I wasn’t the only one who thought so because Trowa was on his feet in an instant, guiding him to the chair and pushing the water glass in front of him. It was refreshing to see the always antagonistic man so openly protective of his friend. Heero smiled gratefully and took a drink before we all hit him with questions.

He just waved them away with an excuse of work stress with comments of how good it was to see us, but Trowa wasn’t buying it.

“Fess up, Heero, what’s going on? I’ve never seen you this bad before.” Trowa’s face was dead serious.

“Nothing, Trowa. I just haven’t been sleeping well.” Heero was resolutely not looking at his friend. “Can we change the subject please?”

I was about to say ‘of course’ and pick another topic, but Trowa was not willing to just let it go. “Its Zechs, isn’t it?”

Heero’s back went rigid, and so did mine. I tried not to feel immediate anger and resentment because I had no idea what was going on except for my own imagination running rampant in my head. All my insecurities come to the forefront at the excuse of not getting any sleep and the mention of Zechs in the same context. I forced myself to breathe, but I could feel my heart rate rising behind a tight chest.

“Heero?” Trowa prompted, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Quatre set a hand on Trowa’s arm with a hushed, “give him a moment” to calm the anger flickering in green eyes.

I watched Heero close his eyes, tip his head down, and visibly gather himself with a deep breath. “Yes. Shit, he won’t leave me alone. Every hour or so he’s in my office harassing me in some form or fashion, and no matter how many times I tell him to fuck off, he just comes back stronger.” His head is buried in his hands by the time he finishes, and I was struck by the intensity of it all. Heero didn’t swear much, and he often got onto me for using such coarse language, for him to be driven to that point…

Trowa’s eyes were blazing hot, and I have no doubt he would have marched the twenty or so blocks down to Heero’s workplace and ripped Zechs a new asshole, but Quatre’s presence was actually very soothing to the taller man. The blond simply ran his hand along Trowa’s arm to get his attention, then their eyes locked for a moment.

I have no idea of conversation that passed between them in that moment, but I saw the tension in Trowa’s body leave. He gathered himself with a breath and turned back to Heero.

Trowa may have been calm, but I was pissed as hell. Zech’s making passes at Heero was him trying to steal my boyfriend, and I was ready to cut a bitch. But apparently, Quatre saw that in me, too, because then those ocean-blue eyes were looking deep into mine. “He needs serenity now, Duo, not anger.”

Q was so totally right, but that’s easier said than done. Heero raised his head at Q’s words, and the raw emotion in them made the anger drain away and left me with the urge to wrap him in a warm blanket and hide him away from the rest of the world for weeks. Screw Peacecraft, Heero needed me, and he’d get whatever he needed, whatever I could give. I slid my hands down Heero’s back, rubbing across his shoulders, giving comfort as I could in a public setting.

The blond man’s voice was gentle, a soothing balm as he pressed gently on Heero’s metaphorical wounds. “How long has this been happening?”

“About two weeks.” Basically, since my visit to his office.

Quatre was driving the conversation now. “I’m assuming the type of harassment is sexual innuendo?”

“At first.” He hesitated, glancing at me, and I knew I wasn’t gonna like the next part. “Recently, he’s become more physical in his advances.” I was right.

My jaw clenched, grinding my teeth. “Meaning?” Quatre sent me a sharp look that, believe it or not, shut me up.

Quatre’s voice was pure silk, which completely belied the look he just gave me. “So he’s becoming more and more bold in his pursuits, is there anyone you speak with who can control him in some manner?”

“Relena did in the past, at least when it came to me, but I had never seen him acting so perversely in the office. It was easy to ignore his social persona because he was completely professional in the office. He’s completely changed, and Relena has made it very clear to me that she wants to have no contact with me now, which is fine other than the fact that it gives Milliardo free reign to be a complete bastard towards me.”

Trowa had apparently become frustrated again because he broke through the calm Quatre had worked hard in establishing. “You’re a lawyer, Heero; file a harassment suite. Or at least threaten doing so in order to get him to leave you alone.”

Heero shot him a fierce glare, Quatre’s look wasn’t too pleasant either. “Because then I’d be a lawyer who was no longer working for Peacecraft & Peacecraft, and one who wouldn’t be working for anyone else either after suing my former employer.”

The blond once again worked to calm everyone down. “Gentlemen, if you don’t mind, I think our waitress would like to take our order, if you’re ready.”

I think Heero, Trowa, and I all snapped back into the fact that we were supposed to be ordering lunch. Our emotions had gotten the best of us, and we had totally forgotten. Luckily, Trowa, Q, and I had eaten here enough to know what we wanted. Heero, well, he was just planning to get a salad anyway.

It worked to change the subject, and it seemed to make Heero breathe a little easier than when he first came in. We all relaxed a bit, and I used that time to tease Q and Trowa a little bit about going clubbing this weekend. They both tried to back out, but Heero and I wouldn’t let them. I was getting really excited about it.

Especially seeing the way Trowa and Quatre were interacting at lunch, I was sure to see sparks fly this weekend…which reminded me, I had a call to make.

Lunch passed by with less drama than the first part, but I kept seeing a strange light pass over Q’s face, he was completely determined about something, but what…I have no idea.

I didn’t want lunch to end; I didn’t want to send Heero back into the lion’s den. I actually suggested that he play hookie and hang out with Trowa and I back at W.E.I., but he refused and tried to reassure me that he was feeling much better than he did this morning. But I wasn’t, so in public or not, I kissed him like I wasn’t going to see him for months, completely ignoring Trowa’s deliberate throat clearing, and Q’s apologizing to the wait-staff. Despite what they said, I did show some control because if I hadn’t, I would have been straddling Heero’s lap instead of just leaning over and kissing him senseless.

Besides, he didn’t object…if anything, he was encouraging me. Insert evil smile here. We parted after he promised to stay at my place tonight because, let’s face it, making out in public was making me unimaginably horny, and it was his job to do something about it.

And if that just happened to ensure that Heero was much too worn out to even think about Zech in a sexy way tomorrow…well, that was completely unintentional.

After a completely wretched day which composed of Trowa rattling me about being jealous that Zechs got to see Heero all day, that Heero always had a thing for authority figures, and my own imagination running away with me about Heero finally getting worn down enough not to say no…it was hell.

So, when I got home, I made myself a little drinky, and set about making Trowa’s life as miserable as he had made mine the past few hours. Heero had text messaged me that he was going to swing by his place and pack his things into an overnight bag. I texted him back that he was more than welcome to pack for a few days if he wanted.

He didn’t respond, so I wasn’t certain if we was going to or not. As I waited for him to get here, I made a phone call to an old friend of mine. I hadn’t talked to him in a while, and I wasn’t certain what his response would be, but I had to try.

The phone rang a few times before, “Duo, its been a while. How are you?”

“I’m good, Fei, how have you been?” I could hear the sounds of pots and pans being moved about behind him. Wufei Chang was the executive chef and owner of a really classy restaurant downtown. I know he’s good because he’s been written up in several magazines, but I don’t know a whole lot about the culinary world. I just know that I’ll eat whatever he puts on a plate in front of me, no matter what the ingredients are. The man can cook.

“Busy, but that’s a good thing. Let me step out of the kitchen for a moment.” The noises in the background were cut in half after a moment. “That’s better. How is life treating you?”

“Very good. I have a boyfriend now.” I couldn’t keep the smile off my face, and I could tell he was smiling, too.

“Finally found someone who would put up with you? The world must be ending.” Fondness colored his voice, and I realized how much I had missed him. He was always a calm presence in my life, but once he opened his own restaurant, he kinda disappeared.

It is extremely time-consuming work to run a restaurant. It almost made me feel bad to see if he’d leave it for a night to orchestrate my plans. “Ha.Ha. You found a sense of humor since I saw you last.” He snorted in response, so I continued. “Are you seeing someone, Fei?”

“No, and you are not setting me up. That went horribly the last time, and we’re not doing it again.” He sounded completely affronted.

“She was perfect for you Wufei, and if you had told me you weren’t straight, I wouldn’t have tried to set you up with a girl.” I tried to sound as offended as him, but I couldn’t keep the laugh from escaping.

“I thought you were hitting on me when you asked my orientation, forgive me for being less than upfront.” He was laughing now, too. Ah, memories.

“Well, yeah, I can see that. You were hot enough for me to try and tap that if I knew you played for my team.” I was leering into the phone, trying to let my voice sound sultry even though I was still laughing from prior comments.

“If we ever dated, we would have killed each other, you know that very well.” Yeah, I did; we were still really good friends, but too much time together usually ended in monumental arguments.

“Who ever said anything about dating? With the tension between us, the sex would have been magnificent.” I sighed dramatically.

He just laughed. “We’ll never know because I don’t trust you near any part of me naked.”

“Sure, sure. Plus, Heero’s enough to keep me preoccupied.” I paused a second before jumping into my reason for calling. “Wufei? I need you to do me a huge favor.”

His voice got wary. “That depends on what it is.”

“I have two friends that are perfect for each other…” He cut me off with “not another set up scheme, Duo. Don’t you do anything besides plot?” But I acted as if I didn’t hear a thing. “One of them is being a little stubborn, in fact he despises the thought of being pressed into any situation. He’s one of those control freaks that needs to be able to take charge of the situation. You know the type, right, Fei?”

The jab landed, but not in the way I wanted. “Yes, Duo, I do, quite well. I’m also aware, that if he’s a ‘take charge’ type, he would have asked your friend out if he was interested. You should probably back off, but you’re too stubborn for your own good.”

I ignored him. “I just want you to go out with us this weekend, pretend to be the date for my friend, Quatre, and do your best to make Trowa hate every second you and Quatre spend together.”

“You’re evil, and what if your scheme backfires and my date likes me better? Then the whole situation is hopelessly lost. I think it best for me to politely decline. Besides, weekends are the busiest time here, and I need to be in the kitchen.” Wufei’s voice was very firm.

But I wasn’t giving up yet. “You’re not Quatre’s type despite being absolutely gorgeous. Besides, you’d refuse to date either of them simply because I was the one who introduced you. Please, Wufei, even if you completely refuse to play my game, would you consider coming anyway? Its been forever since I’ve seen you, and I miss you a ton. You’re always so busy at the restaurant; you have to take some time off, right?”

I knew I had won with that last argument when I heard Wufei sigh. “It has been a while, hasn’t it?”

“Yes, and it’ll be a big group, so it won’t be awkward. Plus, you’ll get to meet Heero.” I was getting so excited, I was bouncing in my seat.

“Well, it would be a treat to see the saint of a man that is attempting to put a leash on you.” His voice was dryer than the desert.

But I just played him like I normally do. “Ooohh, a leash, huh? Hadn’t thought about that scenario, but it could be totally hot.”

“Duo…”

“So, you’ll come?” Please, please, please, I’m chanting in my head.

“Fine. I’ll join you’re group this weekend.” He tried to sound completely resigned, but I heard the smile in his voice again.

“Yes! Thanks, Fei!” I told him the information about where we were going, as fast as possible because he was totally flipping out about going clubbing, but he had already given his word. I knew him well enough to get that prior to revealing the nature of the outing.

And I had the brilliant idea of eating at his restaurant first, then going out. It would totally impress Q to have such a talented man on his arm. Trowa would be completely out of his league…what a way to piss him off.

Insert evil glee here!

I was so caught up in my evil plans that I had almost completely forgot that I had told Heero to come over and stay the night, so when I heard the knock at the door, it kinda scared the crap outta me.

Then my devilish (and horny) mind caught up with me and reminded me solidly about my intentions to wear Heero out so thoroughly that he couldn’t accept Zech’s invitations even if he wanted to…which, well, I was fairly certain he no longer wanted his former obsession in such a way, but my insecurities didn’t want to leave it to chance.

So, a smorgasbord of sex and sex-like activities. Oh hell yeah! Wonder if he’s ready?!

But when I opened the door, Heero just looked exhausted. His constant defending against an asshole was obviously wearing on him emotionally, and it looked like that was preventing him from sleeping well. My sex drive went into neutral, and all I wanted to do was pull him into my arms, wrap him up and protect him from the rest of the world.

So I did. He smiled at me in greeting, but it was lacking its normal volume. I pulled him inside, kissed him lightly on the lips, and drew him into the main room. After he set his bag down, I took it into the bedroom and returned. He had collapsed on the couch, so I called into a near-by sandwich shop for dinner delivery and ordered Heero the biggest salad on the menu.

He was watching me as I ordered, but closed his eyes as I walked back over to him. I slid onto the couch under him, pulling his head into my lap. Blue eyes struggled to stay open as I ran my fingers through his hair.

“Sleep, Heero. I’ll wake you when the food gets here.” I leaned down (kinda awkwardly, but I so managed) and kissed his forehead.

A small smile painted his mouth for a moment or two before his body went still and soft with sleep.

What was wrong with me? I couldn’t pull my eyes from his sleeping face; I couldn’t stop my fingers from caressing his cheeks, his brows, the line of his nose, running across his ears, parting the strands of his hair. It was like I was completely enslaved to every aspect of his face. It was really very scary to realize how much I loved this man. Every fiber of my being is screaming at me on a superficial level, telling me how stupid I am to do this, that he could rip me apart again, that I may never recover if I lose him again.

But something deeper within me knows it’s a totally pointless argument because the fact of the matter is…its too late. There’s no stopping it now, no preventing the pain of heartbreak on my end. I love him, and the only thing that will keep me from falling apart is to make him love me, too.

To get him to stay with me until time runs out.

How much does this suck?Ugh.

…But, my fingers slowed in their path across his cheek and down his neck, maybe…maybe its time to give my heart away. Maybe it might be easier if I gave it freely rather than him taking it by force as he did last time. Maybe he’ll take better care of it having earned it this time.

God, I hope so.

A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. I was reluctant to wake him, but gently shook his shoulder. He was so sexy when he was half asleep, but he sat up with some guidance as I went to pay the delivery guy. I grabbed some drinks and brought everything, precariously balanced, into the main room and spread it out on the coffee table.

Heero woke up a little as we ate, but his movements were still sluggish. His attempts to make conversation were pretty pathetic compared to his usual wit, but it didn’t take much to see how much energy its taking him to simply sit up straight and chew his food.

After he finished eating, I bustled him off into the bathroom with his overnight bag. I wrapped everything up in the kitchen, turned off all the lights, and made my way back into the bedroom. Heero was just coming out of the bedroom in a pair of loose shorts, hair messier than usual, and a yawn taking over his mouth.

Dear lord, he was sexy even when he wasn’t trying to be. Those sleepy blue eyes fastened on me, and I couldn’t help but smile as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. He leaned into me, and the fleeting thought that he might fall asleep on my shoulder made my lips smile that much harder. I pressed my lips against the side of his neck and just took a deep breath, breathing him in. God, this felt sooo good. I pulled back and gave him a gentle shove towards the bed. “Go to sleep. I’ll meet you in bed in a little bit.”

Heero glanced at me over his shoulder as he pulled the covers back, a little smirk on his face. “I think I can handle that.”

It took everything I had to turn and go into the bathroom when all I wanted to do was jump his frikkin bones and turn him out, but, well, down boy. I am totally capable of putting his needs over my needs…uh, wants…yeah, whatever.

So, I did my thing in the bathroom, teeth brushed, face washed, toilet time, and commenced brushing my hair. Yeah, I know…its hard to believe with my laid back attitude and all, but I’m really rather vain about my hair. Yeah, I’ll give you a few moments for the shock to wear off.

Now, I usually go to bed with my hair out of its traditional braid; it gets quite a few tangles in it overnight, but it keeps those little broken hairs that always stick out from the braid at a minimum because I’m not laying on the plait all night.

Excuse me if I don’t like having a fuzzy braid.

But, well, I don’t usually leave it unbound if I’m sleeping with someone else. Not that me actually staying the night with someone happened very often in my wilder times, but that’s not the point…ugh, sidetracked. Anyway, there’s the possibility of Heero laying on it…that would be uncomfortable. But to tell you the truth, its more of a vulnerability thing. No one sees me like that, but…well, maybe just this once…just to see.

Plus, he’d probably be asleep by now anyway. I stripped down to my skivvies, and flipped the light off before exiting the bathroom, just in case.

I carefully slid in between the covers, not entirely sure where Heero was and not wanting to wake him up. It turns out, it didn’t matter because as soon as I settled in, Heero’s arms were around me, pulling me in close.

His skin was so warm, a contrast to the chill of unused sheets. His face was buried between my neck and shoulder, so every breath fogged against my skin, frying my senses. His thigh was tossed casually across my knees, and I was effectively pinned which did horrible things to my resolve of letting him sleep.

But I persevered! I was totally, like, going zen and shit to suppress the libido…I was so proud!

…And then he rocked his groin against the outside of my hips; Heero was solid as steel under soft material. My so-called resolved shattered like a crystal goblet at the throat of the fat lady singing her high note.

But I tried! I really did! I pulled myself away just a little, and he pulled me back just a lot. “I thought you were sleepy.” My voice came out a teensy bit cracked, reflecting the state of my resolve quite well, I thought, but it also made me sound like I was going through puberty all over again.

“Mmmhmm. I was until I brushed my teeth, now I’m awake.” Feeling his breath against my throat, there was no hope of preventing, by any mental prowess, the tent that was now on display around my groin-ular area…

Yeah, and if you expect me to think of awesome adjectives right now, you have earned your spot in cock-tease hell, apparently right next to me because I felt a little frisky. “So, I’m guessing that means you’re not in the mood for just snuggling, huh?”

I thought the teasing tone was enough, but he stiffened suddenly, pulling back just enough to give me some space. Sad…byebye fogging, tingly feeling. My neck will miss you.

The smile in his voice was gone. “We can do whatever you want, Duo.”

Oh, back to that are we? Well, yeah, I guess I kinda deserved that. Heero’s still scared of scaring me off. Guess he doesn’t realize I figuratively threw myself into the deep end while he slept. But, well, maybe there’s more to be done.

I turned to face him. It was dark in the room, but his face was partially lit by the numbers on my digital clock. He looked really tense; I pulled him in for a kiss, deep and slow.

He kissed me back, but, having been on the receiving end of his kisses several times now, I knew he was holding back. And, well, that had to change, like now. I rolled him underneath me, plunging my tongue into his mouth, demanding his participation.

And, hot damn, did I get it! My hair slid down around us and made everything that much more intimate. I had some problems pulling back enough to speak. “I want everything.”

Heero groaned and thrust up against me. I shuddered as sensation flooded through me. “Will you let me, Heero?”

He stilled for a moment as my question sank in. “If that’s what you want; its just…its been a while.”

I could see the hesitation, even in the dimly lit room. I knew he didn’t want to bottom, but he would, and that’s all I needed to know. “I’ll take care of you.” I whispered the words against his skin as my lips trailed down his neck.

He nodded, but no words could slip past his lips, they were pressed so tightly to each other. I nipped at the skin of his collar bone and listened as he gasped for air. My mouth worshipped his chest and down his stomach as one hand gripped his cock. His hips rocked hard against my hold, and I let him for an instant before pulling away.

The lube was in the top drawer of my nightstand, and I retrieved it before coming back to him. His tension had returned with my absence, so I ran my tongue along the length of his shaft to help him forget. The strangled groan that followed suggested my efforts were appreciated and effective. Right on.

As my mouth distracted him, my fingers turned circles around his entrance, smoothing the sensitive ring, lighting the nerves on fire. Slow and slower, one finger, then two as I swallowed his length again and again.

He was thrusting against my mouth by now, hand gripping my hair, face twisted in pleasure, and I could tell he was close to completion. And normally that would be fine, but I needed him at full for what I wanted, so I pulled my mouth away. I pressed my face against the inside of his thighs, pressure against his balls, mouth and damp breath on sensitive skin. It was all a further distraction from my third finger pushing its way inside.

The glide in and out was smooth now, still tight, but stretched sufficiently, so I flicked my fingers against his sweet spot to watch him writhe in ecstasy. God, but he was gorgeous. Blue eyes rolled uncontrollably for an instant before catching mine, his body jerked and thrust, wanting more. I wanted him so badly.

But it wasn’t time for that yet. I pulled back, wrapped my lubed hand around his shaft and pumped. Heero cried out, head tossed back against the pillows, very close. While he recovered, I straddled his hips and sat back on his cock. His eyes snapped open, head lifted to look up at me, surprised even as his hands gripped my hips hard to keep me right where I was.

“What? I thought…”

I leaned forward, kissing the words right out of his mouth, feeling tongue and lips beneath my own. His mouth was addictive, and I didn’t want to let it go. But eventually, air made its demand known. I pulled back, but I kept going back in for pecks across his lips, cheek, chin, breathing between everyone until I had enough air to deepen it again.

Heero met me, kiss for kiss, when I pulled back, he pressed forward until we were almost sitting. My hands were in his hair, pulling him closer. He had one hand on my hip, and the other traveling up and down my back before combing his fingers through my hair.

I was gasping for air as we finally separated. He flopped back against the bed, smiling and panting just as hard. My fingers trailed along his cheek, trailing softly over his swollen lips. “I would never ask for what you’re not willing to give, but I did need to know that you were willing to.”

Pressing my knees into the mattress, I lifted slowly off of him and slowly lowered back down. I did it again, and again to the glorious soundtrack of Heero’s pleasured groans. I let my head fall back and just reveled in the feel of him being inside me again, of giving him myself, and the power that came with him letting me control our joining. His hands clenched at my sides, but he never once changed the tempo I set.

“Anything.” He gasped, his eyes piercing straight through me. “I’d do anything for you, Duo.” It felt like my heart was bursting.

I couldn’t keep from kissing him, desperately needing to feel him under my hands, taste him, breathe him in… “Then make love to me, Heero. Right now.” So it was the chicken way of implying what I’d realized earlier, but it was the best I could do then.

And he did. Over and over again. We got, maybe, four hours of sleep that night, and he looked like a zombie when the alarm went off the next morning. He called in sick again, two Thursdays in a row, now. Wonder what Zechs would think about that? Bastard.

There was a wicked little smirk that settled itself across my lips as he rolled over and wrapped me up tighter in his arms. They still felt a little swollen, but I was totally ok with that. I had Heero in my bed, and everything was perfect.

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Happy Valentine's Day! I meant to have this up last night for you guys, but I didn't account having to go through a re-registering, waiting for activation, and re-setting of my info last night, and ran out of time. So I hope this morning is sufficient. Yeah, this chapter has way more sap than I'm used to, but no matter how hard I tried...it just wouldn't go any other way. Meh. and if ever there's any time a year that I should have a free pass for sap, today would be that day. Hope you like it.

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