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The Challenge	By : Eliztric Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1501 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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So I�m not entirely sure how I�ve done here�if you�d be so kind, I�d really appreciate some feedback before I get to the smut. And I promise, next chapter, there will be smut. Lots of it, continuing where I left off here.
Thanks to all of my readers, and all of my reviewers. In particular, DuosAngel (this one�s for you - part two coming soon, I promise) and Fizzy (you must�ve been reading my mind�*grins*) - your reviews made my day, and I reckon without them, this wouldn�t be up this soon.
Anyway. On with the show, ne?
Give me a hint, and maybe I�ll take it.
Remember, speed�s the key. *winks* Enjoy.
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Duo and Heero separated upon entry - Duo to his room, to change, and Heero to his own. Their bedrooms (which had been the guest bedrooms before the mansion was gifted to the two of them by Quatre) were up the spiral staircase, at either end of the balconied hall overlooking the open area that was the living room / sitting room, and had the study placed between them, as if this could silence the loud music Duo often played at his end of the hall. Heero didn�t truly mind - but at the moment, it only served to sharpen the edge he was on. A familiar bass beat insinuated itself into his steps, the wail of the electric guitar creeping through the air as he walked past Duo�s open door to get to his own room at the other end of the hall.

The American was sort of�dancing�to the music, Heero saw, stopped by the sight of his braided pilot swaying and gyrating with the door wide open, as he stripped. His naked back was to Heero as Duo arched, writhing elegantly to the melody, his muscles rippling slightly under his creamy skin as his hands slid down his body to his belt buckle, the metallic jingle startling Heero into action. As the Japanese pilot continued past Duo�s doorway, he did not catch Duo looking over his shoulder with a slight smile.

In his own room, Heero could still hear the beat and the guitar, but they were half as loud as they had been outside of Duo�s open door - which was to say, plenty loud. Even with his door shut, he could hear the notes exceptionally well.

Heero fought back the urge to glance at the wall separating his room from the study, and instead marched off in the opposite direction, to the bathroom, which connected to his closet, and was not accessible otherwise. He dug out his trademark green tank top and black spandex shorts, though he had other things to wear. He felt more comfortable once he had tugged the green fabric over his head and tucked it into his shorts, at least, than he was wearing his Preventers� uniform, though the latter left more to the imagination.

Taking a deep breath, Heero exited his room, noticing that the music had been turned off for the moment, and that Duo�s light was off, the door still wide open. Quickly, he descended the spiral staircase, padding quietly through the darkened and large living-room / sitting room to the other end of the house, where both the kitchen and master suite were located. �Quit thinking about that, Yuy,� Heero commanded himself, �Now is not the time to get an erection.� A part of him (perhaps his libido) pointed out that he was so nervous he couldn�t get it up, anyway, a fact which should have pleased the disgruntled pilot, but really only served to make him more nervous - because he knew that if he was going to tell Duo everything, it would mean telling Duo that he himself was the target. �And if all goes well,� The Perfect Soldier�s sex drive spoke up, �You�ll get to actually use the master suite tonight, as opposed to masturbating.�

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�Yes, thank you,� Duo said into the receiver of the telephone, �Thanks. G�bye.� He hung up, stomach churning only partially with hunger, now that he had been assured that their dinner would arrive in fifteen minutes. His mind was racing with thoughts of Heero. A part of the American still had trouble believing that Heero was gay - but then, that afternoon had been proof enough. The same part of Duo, in collaboration with the other insecure pieces, was worried that Heero was talking about someone else - not him. But then there was the majority of him (though it wasn�t majority by too much), convinced that there could be no one else but him. Who had been Heero�s partner so often? He had. Who had Heero agreed to live with even after the war, when it wasn�t mandatory? Him. Who did Heero spend most of his time with? Duo. And Duo spent most of his time with Heero, too. They were hardly ever apart. Duo frowned, leaning against the counter, thinking these things to himself, amongst them prominently, the thought that, �I would�ve noticed if he had developed feelings for someone��

�Not necessarily,� the doubtful part of him replied, �You didn�t notice that he was gay, did you?�

�He�s the Perfect fucking Soldier,� Duo reminded himself, �He doesn�t show things. He kind of can�t, exactly. It�s in his nature now - he was trained that way.�

�Oh, don�t kid me,� the snide response came, �You were only hoping, Maxwell. You lucked out.�

�And what�s to say that I won�t luck out this time?� Duo thought hotly. �You don�t know.�

�Ah,� smugly, he heard it, �But neither do you, Maxwell. Neither do you.�

A flicker of motion alerted him to Heero�s presence, and Duo tensed and relaxed appropriately, once he was certain that it was Heero entering the kitchen. �Hey, kid,� he acknowledged him, as Heero slid into the breakfast nook and sat at the table there, where they ate most of their meals. The door across the room from Duo, beside this nook, led to the sunroom / dining room, which led to the garden similarly.

Silence reigned momentarily, before Duo walked across the tiled floor to where Heero sat, and slid into the bench across from him. �So,� he began slowly, �Tell me everything?�

Heero�s Prussian blue eyes flicked upwards, to Duo�s, one eyebrow raised, though his voice asked evenly, �Are you sure?�

�Of course I�m sure,� Duo returned, propping his elbows on the table, �We have fifteen minutes until the food gets here, and I frankly cannot stand waiting to hear about all this. I figure Everything covers what I need to know, if I�m going to help you reach your objectives.� he smiled, �Starting now won�t compromise the mission, will it?�

��no,� Heero agreed, after a pause, in which he inspected Duo�s face, and then looked out the darkened windows. The panes were the exact same shade of blue as Heero�s eyes, Duo reflected, able to see his own image in the clean glass. Thus absorbed, it was a moment of silence before Duo turned his eyes back to Heero, and prompted, �Well, tell me about him, kid��

Heero was quiet, and Duo was worried that he wouldn�t actually speak at all, but his voice came as requested when Duo fixed his gaze upon Heero�s. �What do you want me to tell you first?� the Japanese man asked, looking out the window again.

�You could start,� Duo said, resisting the urge to reach out and turn Heero�s face towards his own - because he knew if he did he would inevitably close the distance between them to kiss the quiet mouth of the man he loved, so careful never to smile, �By telling me what he�s like.�

Again, the infuriating pause, and Heero�s eyes wouldn�t meet Duo�s, but then he was speaking in that rich, dark voice and Duo didn�t really care that Heero was avoiding his gaze, Heero was telling him exactly what it took to make the Perfect Soldier fall in love�

�He�s very beautiful,� Heero was saying, voice calm, though his eyes spoke of turbulent emotions so surreptitiously that Duo knew if he didn�t have such practice reading Heero he would have excused it as a trick of the light, �I think he knows that everyone is attracted to him in some way or another - but that�s not only because he�s�physically arresting.�

�Go on,� Duo prompted as Heero trailed off, causing the brunette to meet Duo�s eyes momentarily. Heero didn�t continue immediately, but when he did, he had turned his eyes back to the windowpane between them. �He has such a bright personality�like fire. He has a temper, but is almost as quick to forgive as he is to anger. And it�s no trouble forgiving him, either, for anybody. He brings a smile out in just about everyone, whether he realizes it or not��

Heero looked Duo in the eyes and said, �When we met, I knew. It took me a while to understand it, but I knew.�

�Knew what, Heero?� Duo whispered, thoroughly pierced by the look in Heero�s eyes. So intense�he was always so intense�even when he was unemotional, blank-faced�

�That it was right,� Heero replied softly, �For me to want him, and everything he offered. It made sense, dangerous as it was - and is, still,� Heero added, after a slight pause. Duo felt his heart race as Heero smiled wryly, looking away again, to the windows, before continuing. �I became inescapably drawn to him�like a moth to a flame. I still am, Duo.� his blue eyes were back, locking Duo into a stunned, silent place. �I fought a war inside myself, about the same time that we were all fighting�too close, and like the moth, he could burn me up, into nothing but ash, in a heartbeat�s time�but not close enough, and back into the darkness I would fall. I do not want to revert to my former state, Duo. I want to be human, the way I am supposed to be.� a pause. �The way you are.�

The doorbell interrupted, Westminster Chimes echoing in the largely empty house. Duo sprang up from his seat, thoroughly in shock, mind buzzing with so much thought that all he had to contemplate was white noise. �I�ll�go get the food,� Duo said, breathless and ashamed of it, �You. You - don�t go anywhere. We�re not done.�

Duo ran through the house, to the front door, where he fumbled with the foyer table�s drawer, the one that held their cash. He took out the previously jotted down amount, before locking the drawer again and opening the door for the sighing delivery boy, a rumpled redhead with blue eyes that didn�t compare at all to Heero�s. Thanking him, Duo accepted the cartons carefully, closed the door, locked it, and hurried back to the kitchen, mind still whirring with confused thoughts.

There, he found Heero, up and pouring them both chilled sodas into crystal decanters filled with ice. Duo flushed when Heero turned to look at him and smiled slightly, dexterous fingers twirling the cap back onto the large bottle, and hastened to set the cartons down on the breakfast nook table, where Heero rejoined him, handing the braided man his glass.

His stomach clenched, Duo took a sip of his soda while examining Heero over the rim of his glass. Heero regarded him calmly, as if he were waiting for Duo to do something, or say something, or�Heero raised an eyebrow and Duo felt his heart shudder like an old car�s engine with a bad battery, before it thrummed to life, racing along as his mind whirled. �Heero�� he rasped, voice hoarse all of a sudden. �Who, exactly, are we talking about here?�

Heero took a long drink from his glass, while Duo asked. �Is it someone I know?�

A quiet chuckle escaped Heero, and he replied, �I should hope so��

Duo gasped. �Oh, Christ,� he said, leaning back against the archway, �I think I know who it is�� he swallowed harshly, stomach revolting as Heero gestured with his glass to continue. �Is it�one of us five?� Duo asked slowly, not wanting to voice his suspicions.

�Yes,� Heero replied calmly, �It is.�

�Well!� Duo said, crossing his arms and putting his mind to work vocally, �It looks like you won�t just say it�so I�ll guess. Sound fair?�

�May we eat, at least, as we�continue this discussion?� Heero said, flushing slightly. Duo smiled, sliding into his seat, and saying, �Of course, kid.� Heero joined him, across from him, as before, actively sorting through the containers to find out what was what. They made a game of it - Heero could identify by scent what an item was, and Duo, in an effort to lighten the mood, would let Heero tell him what something was, and Duo would then open the carton to find out if Heero was right. He always was.

Midway through this game, Duo said, �You know�it�s okay, right?�

�What�s okay?� Heero asked, breaking apart his complimentary chopsticks. �Here, I�ll do yours, too,� the Japanese man offered, Duo well aware that Heero knew that the American hated having them split unevenly, the way they usually did when Duo tried.

Duo handed Heero his chopsticks, fingers brushing Heero�s as he said, �To feel nervous. To not want to tell me.�

�Of course I want to tell you,� Heero replied with a tone Duo had never heard before. It was stern, but with a hint of�looking in Heero�s eyes, he found and adjective. �Passion�� I�m just�not sure how,� Heero added quietly.

�Well�� Duo said slowly, �I understand why you�re not being up-front with me, like you usually are.�

�You do?� Heero asked, passing Duo his chopsticks back, his fingers brushing against Duo�s again, their eyes locked over the table.

�Yeah,� Duo said quietly, �I do��

Heero smiled softly, then turned his eyes to the window, looking out for a long, still moment. This time it didn�t unnerve Duo as it had before, though he still wanted to turn Heero�s face toward his own, and kiss at the small smile that lingered on his lips.

�It�s not Trowa,� Heero said. �Or Wufei.�

�My God,� Duo cut in, �Tell me it�s not Quatre!� Heero turned his eyes toward Duo�s, and said, �But it isn�t Quatre�.�

�Oh, good,� Duo sighed, leaning back in his chair, �I was worried. It�s like�he�s already got Trowa, and now he�s going after �Fei, I don�t think that�come again?� he blurted belatedly.

�I said,� Heero murmured, �It isn�t Quatre.�

�Oh,� Duo said, relaxing. Then, again, after a pause, �Oh�� the word extending as he realized what Heero�s reassurance meant. �Oh, Heero�� he sighed, berating himself for the way it came out like a schoolgirl had breathed it instead of him.

�Yes, Duo?� Heero replied tentatively, worries visible to Duo through the years of experience he had reading Heero, shockingly, quite visible now, as visible as if it were written on his face, and fading steadily behind his characteristic stony mask.

�Oh, Heero,� Duo said, with a little laugh and a shake of the head, �Don�t run away now�� he reached across the table to cup Heero�s cheek with his hand, thumb smoothing over the delicately chiseled arch of his cheekbone, Heero subconsciously tilting into the touch, eyes still wary and focused on Duo despite this.

�I�m not running anywhere,� Heero said, voice slightly bitter, jaded, interpreting the gentle rebuke as a toying kind of rejection, eyes shifting from Duo�s to the window, body tensing slightly, readying itself for the possibility that he would need to run.

The American shook his head again, standing and then sliding in beside Heero, turning the Japanese man so that Duo faced him, one of the American�s legs thrown over both of Heero�s, arms coming around him as he pulled their bodies flush, pressing a kiss to that same cheek he had caressed before pressing his own against it, embracing Heero, who could not return the gesture, he was so stunned. Duo drew away, turning Heero�s face to his and frowning. �Not running away?� he asked. �What do you call it, then, when you pull the Perfect Soldier�s Mask out like that? You may not be moving, but you�re sure as hell hiding, Heero Yuy.�

Heero winced slightly under the carefully-constructed facial expression of neutrality, well aware that he was caught. �Duo, I -� he began, only to be silenced by two of Duo�s fingers over his lips, startling him into meeting blue-violet with cobalt. �I wish you had said something sooner,� Duo murmured into Heero�s ear, after squirming rather provocatively until he was comfortable, arms wrapped around Heero, cheek balanced on the curve of the Japanese man�s shoulder, both legs twined around Heero�s waist now. He nuzzled into him, breathing against the sensitive skin of Heero�s neck, �Do you realize how much time we have to make up for, kid?�

�You mean,� Heero breathed, just beside Duo�s ear as well, arms securing Duo against him as his world tilted on edge with the thought, �You��

�For fuck�s sake, Heero,� Duo drew back, �I�ve been in love with you since before we met.� he brushed back the bangs from Heero�s eyes, saying, �Never before had I sincerely dared to let myself�imagine�let alone believe�that there was a chance that we�d ever have a conversation like this.� he squirmed a little more, his hands coming up to tangle in Heero�s hair, close to the scalp, �But I have dared to imagine. And while it�s hard to believe,� he smiled softly, �You�re as solid as ever. And I trust you.� he paused, and said, �And I know that you wouldn�t joke about something like this.�

Heero schooled his features again into impassivity, or rather, tried to, but Duo halted him by sliding his hands down to cup Heero�s cheeks and he leaned forward, bitten lower lip temptingly reddened and slick as the American pleaded with him. �No, Heero. Don�t hide from me. Not ever again. Do you know how much I love you? How much I love seeing the way you think in your eyes, the light there? How long I�ve waited to see something on your face? Please, Heero�I know you wouldn�t have started talking about this�if you didn�t mean it.� his fingers passed soothingly over the creases in Heero�s forehead, �If you didn�t trust me.�

Taking a deep breath, Heero surrendered, closing his eyes and relaxing his whole body, sagging into Duo and exhaling, arms tightening around the braided one when he realized not only was he going to slide out from under Duo if he let any more of it go, but he didn�t want anything more than he wanted to be entwined fully with his beloved Duo Maxwell.

After a few moments of steadying breaths and tightly holding onto Duo, who�s hand was stroking up and down the Japanese man�s spine soothingly, Heero drew back and looked Duo in the eyes.

�I want to say it, Duo,� he said softly, arms still wrapped around Duo and pressing their bodies together.

�Then say it, Heero,� Duo breathed, eyes shimmering warmly.

�We really do have so much time to make up for�� Heero murmured in reply. �We�ll start now, then?� he asked.

�We�ll start now,� Duo agreed, �If you want, that is.�

�If you want,� Heero returned, smiling a little.

Duo smirked and replied, �Mm�and what if I do want?�

�Then we should start now,� Heero replied.

�Yes,� Duo agreed, the distance between their faces slowly dissipating as they spoke, �Now�s as good a time as any��

Heero felt ionized, revitalized, entranced, dizzy and far too hot. �I love you, Duo Maxwell,� he breathed into the centimeters between their lips.

�I love you, too, Heero Yuy,� Duo replied, his voice scarcely more than a whisper as his lips brushed against Heero�s. Their breath caught simultaneously, and Heero and Duo drew shakier ones, going a little cross-eyed, the both of them, in their efforts to remain visually connected. Duo wrinkled his nose up and laughed a little as Heero pushed forward again, catching the chuckles with his lips, the brief connection as electric and unsure and haltingly brief as the first kiss, if it even counted as one.

�Not very good at this,� Heero exhaled apologetically as Duo�s hands held fast to his shoulders, keeping him there.

�That�s okay,� Duo breathed, eyes soft and half-lidded, �Let me?�

Heero barely had the sensibility to nod and hold still as Duo stretched up, his palms cupping Heero�s face again as their lips met for the third time, gently but firmly, insistently but lovingly, and Heero let his eyes close as a moan escaped his lips and was muffled by Duo�s, which separated just enough to lap at Heero�s parted ones, before closing over his lower lip and pressing more firmly, before Heero carefully repeated the maneuver, tentatively tasting Duo, who moaned in response, grinding his hips against Heero�s, evidencing just how good the Perfect Soldier was at this, too with what could be nothing but an eager erection pressed against Heero�s abdomen.

Tasting Heero had been such an excitement to Duo that he couldn�t resist tasting him again, and his tongue slid out to swipe along Heero�s parted bottom lip before venturing just far enough that he brushed against Heero�s tongue with his own. Heero gasped sharply, and Duo returned his tongue to his own mouth momentarily, before coming back out to repeat the gesture. And again, working in time with the slow grind of his erection into Heero�s stomach, until Heero got the idea and the Japanese man�s tongue flickered to life, rubbing up against Duo�s again and again until they were battling gently for control of the kiss, which Heero seized by abruptly drawing back just enough to press a much more chaste kiss against Duo�s lips, firmly and demandingly, finished off with a gentle withdrawal.

�H-Heero,� Duo breathed, panting with exertion, still rocking his hips into Heero�s, able to feel Heero�s awakened desire against himself, and looking into the Prussian blue eyes, �Heero, I want you.�

�What about dinner?� Heero breathed, cheeks flushed, similarly to Duo�s, but nowhere near as darkly.

�Let it get cold,� Duo whispered, stealing a quick kiss from Heero, whose heart leapt, �I would rather eat you anyway.�

�Wait, what?� Heero gasped as Duo ground particularly forcefully against him.

�You�ve never experienced any kind of sexual pleasure, have you?� Duo asked, slowing his hips, but unable to keep from squirming slightly, his hair coming loose from his braid, thanks to Heero�s hands tangling in it.

�I�have,� Heero confessed, �But nothing�with anyone��

Duo smiled lovingly and arched up to kiss him briefly again. �I�m your first?�

�And last,� Heero said, flushing darker. Duo purred, kissing him again, stealing a taste of him once more, �And only,� the American added. �I want�� Duo said, drawing back, �To�to do something for you, then.�

Hesitantly, Heero nodded, confused and curious and now rocking into Duo a little with every thrust of the American�s hips.

�But�� Duo paused, biting his kiss-reddened lip, �I don�t want to do it here. Because��

�I know,� Heero breathed, caressing Duo�s cheek with his hand, smoothing the hair down that had slipped out of its usual places, �The master bedroom�s made up�if you�d like��

�I�d like,� Duo grinned, kissing Heero again. �How �bout you?� Duo asked breathily, trying to paste a serious expression on his face and only partially succeeding. �What�if we�if you and I�� he growled in frustration, huffing a little before trying again, face 100% concerned, �Heero, I�m not going to mince words. I want to make love with you. Right now. Tonight. In that bedroom, as many times as we can, and then again the next day, and the next day, and the next day��

�Duo,� Heero growled, �Now is not when I would like to have my first hands-free orgasm.�

�That�s okay,� Duo said quickly, �I didn�t mean to -�

Heero caught Duo and kissed him savagely, willing all his desire into the action of cutting Duo off. When they separated, Duo was whimpering and breathless, cheeks very pink.

�I want to make love with you, too, Duo,� Heero growled into Duo�s ear, �But if you keep talking like that��

�Oh,� Duo gasped as Heero ground his rock-hardness into Duo�s own, �Right.� he panted for a few moments, �You�re sure?�

�Does it feel like I�m unsure, Duo?� Heero replied, licking at the shell of Duo�s ear before biting the curve and growling again, pressing hard against Duo�s hips.

�Oh,� Duo groaned, �No��

�What are we waiting for, then?� Heero asked, drawing back and looking Duo in the eyes.

�Me,� Duo said, �To register feeling in my knees again�� he reached up and twined his fingers in Heero�s hair, kissing him softly. �My God, Heero�You�re everything I�ve ever wanted��

Heero kissed Duo back, and then added one to the American�s slightly sweaty forehead, before he maneuvered it so that they were standing. Or rather, he was standing, and Duo was supported by Heero�s arms, and his own arms twined around Heero�s neck.

�God, Heero!� Duo gasped, tightening his grip, leaning his head against Heero�s shoulder and panting. �That�you�and I�m��

�Yes, Duo,� Heero agreed, tenderly pressing a kiss to Duo�s cheek, before carrying him out of the kitchen, across the living room, to the corner underneath the balcony, opposite the stairs that led to their separate rooms. On his left, there was a door, and Duo obligingly reached out and opened it for them, before kissing Heero on the cheek, sighing contentedly and nuzzling Heero�s neck. This nearly caused Heero to falter as he set foot in what was soon to be their bedroom. Their bedroom.

Heero obligingly set Duo down on the white bedspread, which fluffed up like a cloud around Duo, who laughed. �Down,� he said, grabbing Heero�s hand, and pushing it into the soft, velvety fabric. Heero could feel the prickle of the feathers through the fabric and understood quickly. While his lover-to-be (Heero�s stomach revolved at the mental title) beamed up at him, so amused by such a simple thing as down bedding, Heero couldn�t help repeating himself. �I love you, Duo.�

Duo smiled up at Heero, who returned it, and replied, �I love you, too, Heero.�

�Man,� Duo said, standing, �This place is so�clean��

�Yes,� Heero agreed.

�Makes you feel a little dirty, doesn�t it?� Duo continued, eyes drifting towards the door in the wall on their right.

�A little,� Heero replied, wishing Duo would get to the point.

Duo grinned and grabbed his hand, leading him to the door in the wall. �Let�s get cleaned up, then,� Duo said, turning to steal another kiss. Heero wasn�t so obliging this time, and didn�t let him take it without active participation. �But we�ll just be getting dirty again,� Heero thought out loud.

Laughing, Duo opened the door and tugged him inside. �Show you dirty��
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