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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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Chapter List
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Am I allowed to tell you how proud I am of this? Yeah. I am proud. I wouldn�t be if I hadn�t taken so damn long. Sorry about the wait, but it could�ve been a lot worse than this. Which is unbeta�d, though I have one now. She�s working her way through the chapters, and as she finishes them, I will likely repost them. As of yet there have been no major changes to the story, so you�re not going to be drastically thrown for a loop if you reread it�
But who cares about that? Smut, my dear readers, smut is what we care about. And smut is what I have for you. Voila!
So. Enjoy, na?
(give me a hint and all that jazz�)
- The Author

Duo barely caught a glimpse of the bathroom, white walls and a large mirror over a double sink, a window on his left over what looked like a bathtub before Heero whirled around and blocked his vision bodily, grinding Duo back against the closed, locked door as his lips sought the American�s again. Duo was only too happy to comply, once the initial surprise at Heero�s aggression faded. Twining his hands in Heero�s hair and letting Heero dominate the kiss with his newfound talent, Duo reflected that in all honesty, he shouldn�t be so surprised. Despite his inexperience, Heero was prone to wanting to lead - �but only once he�s got his initial orders,� Duo�s libido spoke up. �Makes for an interesting thought, doesn�t it?�

Gasping, Duo pulled away from Heero only to push him forward, until Heero was pressed against the counter where there were, indeed, two sinks in front of the large mirror. Duo rocked his hips against Heero�s, reveling in the distinct harmony their moans made, and taking pride in the way Heero�s eyes slid closed for a moment at the sensation of their perfect alignment. �God�� Duo breathed, letting his body rest against Heero�s, the Japanese man�s arms coming to wrap around him loosely, �Almost,� the annoying voice Duo attributed to his sex �As if he�s afraid you�re going to disappear if he touches you��

The thought provoked Duo to lean up and kiss Heero again, fiercely, letting his whole body join in the task of showing Heero he was not a figment set to poof out whenever Heero made to return his embrace. When they separated, it was with a buzzing in Duo�s abdomen. Maybe it wasn�t his penis talking, Duo thought, reaching up to brush the bangs out of Heero�s eyes, letting his fingertips trail down the curve of his love�s face, but his logic�

It hit Duo like a bag of cement over the head, complete with the lovely side-effect of leaving him dizzy. Heero was meeting his eyes with blatant uncertainty mixed with disbelief. Heero was afraid. If he had found it funny, Duo would have laughed. Instead, he wanted to kick himself. It had been so easy to forget that Heero wasn�t the expert here. He was so used to following Heero�s orders that he never noticed that the Japanese man whose hands currently rested very timidly on his hips was better suited to taking them. The dizziness increased suddenly in proportion to the fire that heated him inside out. He was seme to Heero�s uke?

In the mirror Duo caught a glimpse of his sudden, wolfish grin, and hid the expression quickly by leaning in to kiss Heero again, chastely, his hands running up and down Heero�s sides reassuringly. He wasn�t sure if it was a good sign or not, his initial reaction, but when Heero gave in and with a sigh, hugged Duo to him, the American figured he�d done something right. And if he had his way, it wouldn�t stop there.

In between kisses Duo caught sight of where everything was, mostly via the mirror. The shower was on his left, in the corner, beside the window over the bathtub. The toilet was on their right, and a door, that led presumably to a closet, stood in the wall directly across from the tub. A second, smaller wall conveniently shielded the toilet from initial view All around the bathroom were various, artfully arranged toiletries, like soap, and lotion. More bath products were on the small counter that the large bathtub made out of itself in the corners. It looked like a fairly large tub, too. Plenty big for two.

�Mm�� Duo said, kissing Heero once more, rather lazily, �We�re still dirty, Heero��

�I suppose we are,� Heero agreed huskily. His voice sent shivers down Duo�s spine. It really did sound like chocolate. Smooth

Letting his hands wander across Heero�s upper body, Duo asked with a smirk, �And what do you �suppose� we should do to remedy that, my Heero?�

If it had felt good to say �my�, it was even better feeling it in the way Heero let his hands slide idly across Duo�s body as well, the Japanese man replying, �I think we could start by removing our�filthy�clothes�my Duo��

�Scratch that,� Duo thought to himself, �Audibly beats all,� as he shivered slightly. That was right. Mutual possession, here. �How nice,� Duo�s perhaps-logic added, �Who knows? Maybe someday you can take it up your ass for him�� If the biting comment had meant to be off-putting, Duo found it quite the opposite, and the image served to re-inspire the steady grinding of his pelvis against Heero�s. He would really like that.

But not tonight, Duo thought, smiling at Heero and replying, �Sounds like a good idea.�

Taking off their clothes meant something more along the lines of taking off each other�s clothes, Duo decided in the middle of kissing Heero again, his fingers tugging on Heero�s tank top while Heero�s hands worked on Duo�s button-down. They broke once all of Duo�s buttons had been undone, and while Duo shrugged off his shirt Heero pulled his own over his head. �Half-naked,� Duo thought, eyes running over Heero�s revealed skin. �We are half naked.� His heart began to race as he carefully kept his distance from the Japanese man. Duo wasn�t sure if he could contain himself otherwise�

�Take them off,� Duo commanded, gesturing towards Heero�s shorts, voice darkening. Heero�s hands went immediately to obey, but the tremble in his muscles was unavoidable as he tugged the black spandex down far enough for it to slide the rest of the way, so he could step out of them. The sensation of air touching his skin heightened noticeably as Duo�s eyes appraised him, the American�s own hands working the button and fly of his jeans open without looking. Quite slowly, Duo hooked his fingers in the red waistband of his boxers and with his jeans, tugged them down far enough so that they would mimic Heero�s shorts and fall the rest of the way, so he could step out of them. Duo and Heero did nothing more, for a few, thick moments, than breathe and look at one another, completely naked.

�You really are perfect,� Duo breathed, coming close enough to Heero that the Japanese man could feel the electricity between their bodies, the heat of his soon-to-be-lover warming the air between them. Heero let his eyes focus on Duo�s captivated face, mentally reassuring himself that there would be time for him to take a much closer look at Duo�s remarkable form, as Duo�s fingertips just brushed the jut of Heero�s hipbones. Duo tenderly traced twin lines upwards from Heero�s hips, before his hands stole up and tangled in Heero�s hair again, tugging him down for another sudden, chaste kiss. Equally suddenly, Duo pulled away, fingers of one hand lacing with the corresponding fingers of one of Heero�s, tugging lightly on the Japanese man before he let go and headed to the shower. Heero took it as his cue to follow, and did so.

Duo smirked to himself as Heero hovered behind him, shifting his weight from one foot to the other absently. A little nervously, the American revised, turning the water on and testing it with his wrist to make sure it was the appropriate temperature - just a little colder than lukewarm. �I think we might need some soap, pet,� Duo murmured, scanning the shelving system built into the shower wall. A washcloth hung on the bar in between the shelves, but there was no soap to join it. The sound of bare feet on the tile alerted him to Heero�s motion less than the feel of his absence and return. When he glanced up, Heero was unwrapping a thick bar of soap in a soft, translucent red. Grinning, Duo tugged his hair out of his customary braid and let it fall loose down his back. Yes. Definitely uke.

�Coming in or not?� Duo asked, already in the shower, but maintaining his dryness by staying as far out of the spray as he could. Heero looked around for a trash can for the wrapper, but couldn�t see one. �Just drop it, pet,� Duo commanded, beckoning to him from the shower, �C�mere. And bring the soap.�

Heero allowed Duo to take the soap from him, though he felt awkward as hell just standing there in the shower with Duo, the spray of water separating them. The American looked surreal - the perfect mix of masculine and feminine - eyes hungry and dark as Heero closed the frosted glass door behind him. He really wished he had held onto the soap. It made him feel like he had something to do.

�I said come here,� Duo said, eyes sparkling, tone not quite commanding, not quite petulant. Heero warily moved closer, now standing under the spray. Duo�s hands gently turned him so that his back was to the showerhead, and Duo was in the limited space between Heero�s front and the wall. Heero shivered as the cold spray met his skin, water coursing in rivulets down his back. Duo�s mysterious smile returned as he pushed Heero back a little further under the water with one hand, holding the soap in the other. �That�s better,� the American murmured, twining his arms around Heero�s neck, aligning their bodies and forcing them together as he stole a kiss from Heero. �Now, pet,� the American murmured, lips against the curve of Heero�s jawbone, �I have a question for you��

�Yes, Duo?� Heero breathed into the damp air and designated pause.

�Why are you so scared?� Duo replied, looking Heero in the eye, but still flush with his body. Heero winced automatically, bowing his head and finding his eyes fixated upon the place where his skin met Duo�s. Why was he scared? �Because I love you,� he replied aloud. �And I don�t know what to do.� As he watched, trickles of water ran down their respective abdomens and then journeyed to the other�s skin. It was impossible to tell which droplets had started where.

Duo�s hand on his chin brought Heero�s eyes up to Duo�s. �Hey, kid,� Duo whispered, thumb smoothing the patch of skin beneath it, the calluses familiar and exhilaratingly new to Heero�s senses, �I love you, too. Just trust me. You don�t like something, I won�t do it. You want to try something, tell me, and we will. Okay?�

Heero�s nod reassured Duo only slightly. He allowed himself to wrap his arms more tightly around Heero, resting his cheek on the Japanese man�s slick shoulder, pressing a kiss to the side of Heero�s neck as he slowly began to work the bar of soap into a lather behind Heero�s back. �You don�t have to be the master of everything, you know,� Duo murmured into the wet flesh he found himself nuzzling, as Heero let his head rest forward onto Duo�s shoulder. ��s my job to take care of you now. You spend so much time taking care of me�� he let his soapy hands trace idle patterns on Heero�s back, running up the smooth skin and down the ridge of his muscles, slicking every inch upwards of Heero�s waist he could reach as the suds were washed away by the steady stream of slightly chill water. Against his thigh Duo could still feel Heero�s erection - so he wasn�t that scared. Renewing his grin, Duo allowed his hands to venture lower down Heero�s spine, rejoicing in the small gasp his hands elicited when they graced the curve of Heero�s ass and the way Heero�s hands tightened on Duo�s hips, grinding their pelvises together in the process.

�You like that?� Duo asked quietly, lips kissing at Heero�s jugular vein as his hands cupped Heero�s pliant buttocks. Heero nodded, moaning as Duo�s fingers tightened, and then prised open his cheeks, soap dripping down the crack to his entrance. �Duo,� he breathed as a stealthy finger followed the soap down, spreading more of it along the way.

�Got somethin� to say, pet?� Duo asked, teeth nipping at Heero�s shoulder while his finger suddenly retreated upwards. Heero groaned in disappointment, hands tightening again on Duo�s hips. �Don�t stop,� the American told Heero, �Talk to me. Let me hear you.�

�Go back,� Heero exhaled, grinding against Duo and then squirming backwards into Duo�s hands, which had returned to cupping his ass, �Go back��

�Go back�where?� Duo asked, running his hands up Heero�s back. �Here?� he said, the soapy fingertips tracing the edges of Heero�s shoulder blades. Heero moaned in frustration. �No,� Duo supplied for him, hands running back down. Heero sighed, but it was too soon - the motion had stopped, and the American�s hands rested on Heero�s hips. �No!� Heero moaned, writhing, penis trapped against Duo�s thigh, his own hands sliding to Duo�s buttocks and coaxing them apart, rasping, �Here�between�touch me, Duo.�

�Like this?� Duo asked, finger sliding down the crevice, to the place he knew was just above Heero�s opening by the way Heero trembled in his arms and squirmed, trying to get Duo to move down farther.

�Yes,� Heero whispered into Duo�s shoulder, finger mimicking Duo�s own, and then going one step farther, rubbing at Duo�s opening, �Like this.�

�Fuck, Heero,� Duo gasped, arching against Heero and panting, his own finger passing repeatedly over Heero�s own entrance, soap-slick and seeking to welcome him in. �Oh, fuck�� hungrily he attacked Heero�s collarbone with lips and teeth and tongue, as Heero panted into his shoulder, still stroking Duo�s entrance as Duo stroked his own.

�Stop, stop, stop,� Duo gasped, dragging himself back, too close to the edge for comfort. Heero�s features went from pleasured to hurt to confused to worried in record time, and Duo cursed under his breath at the sight. �That feels so good,� he explained quickly, soaping his hands again and running them up Heero�s abdomen, �but I don�t want to come just yet, my Heero�� his hands caressed up and down Heero�s arms and sides, passing pointedly over his nipples as he pushed Heero back against the opposite wall and slid to his knees in front of him, soaping his way up Heero�s legs to his hips as Heero�s face took on a blissfully aroused expression again, �Because if I do, I can�t do this, can I?�

Heero shook his head as Duo�s hands worked up the backs of his legs, finding their way to his ass yet again. Heero slouched obligingly, spreading his legs as Duo�s soapy fingers explored yet again, finding Heero�s opening expertly and caressing it. �No, you couldn�t,� he replied vocally, remembering that Duo wanted him to speak. Duo smiled up at him, giving Heero a light pinch for what Heero assumed was his tardiness. �That�s right,� Duo agreed, inching forward on his knees, hands settling at Heero�s hips, head level with Heero�s erection.

�Oh, God,� Heero exhaled, putting two and two together. �You�re not.�

�Not God?� Duo asked, looking up at Heero, blue-violet eyes wide and innocent-looking.

�Duo,� Heero hissed, not thinking it very funny. �Not what I meant, and you know it.�

�Do I?� Duo replied, innocent expression still in place, save for the tiniest mischievous grin.

�Yes,� Heero insisted, and Duo�s eyes went back to Heero�s arousal for a brief moment before flicking up to Heero�s again.

�See!� Heero replied, �You do know!�

�Know what?� Duo asked.

�Duo,� Heero growled, hands fisting at his sides, �Stop it.�

�Stop what?� Duo asked. �Stop looking at your glorious manhood or stop thinking about sucking on it until you come your brains out?�

�Oh,� Heero groaned, eyes sliding closed as if denying himself the real image would get rid of the mental one, �Stop teasing me, Duo��

�Gladly,� Duo smirked, breath ghosting over Heero�s erection seconds before his tongue slid out of his mouth and up the underside of Heero�s shaft.

�Christ,� Heero moaned just as Duo reached the tip, causing the American to pull away. Heero�s eyes opened and met Duo�s. The American was looking annoyed at him. �I thought you said I wasn�t God, Heero,� he said with a pout. Heero was too caught up in his sexual frustration to respond properly; he could only stare at Duo and hope that the American was reading his mind.

Settling back on his heels and fixing his darkened eyes on Heero�s, Duo asked, �What�s my name, Heero?�

�Duo,� Heero replied, �Duo Maxwell.� His blood burned at the way Duo looked at him, like he was his own private twelve-course meal.

�Exactly,� Duo said, rewarding Heero with a swift lick to the tip of Heero�s erection, �So what will you call me?�

�Duo,� Heero panted, thrusting a little against Duo�s hands. He was physically stronger than Duo, but it was plain that Duo meant to be the aggressor of the night, and Heero didn�t mind at all. It wasn�t like he knew what he was doing, anyway.

�Why?� Duo asked, licking Heero again, much swifter this time, the tiniest of laps to acknowledge that Heero had answered correctly.

�Because that�s your name�?� Heero said unsteadily, feeling his knees quiver.

�Yes, Heero,� Duo said, his voice warm and dark, wrapping his hand around the base of Heero�s erection and dragging it up the shaft just once, leaving Heero gasping at the sensation. �My name�s the only one I want you saying during our lovemaking.� he lapped at the underside of Heero�s cock once more, before saying, his tone velvet and commanding, �Is that clear?�

Heero groaned, tilting his head back against the wall, closing his eyes momentarily before he met Duo�s again. �Yes, Duo.�

�Good boy,� Duo purred from between Heero�s legs, �Hand me the showerhead, baby.� Heero obligingly reached up and unhooked the nozzle from it�s mooring, and Duo, aiming carefully, rinsed Heero off from his position at Heero�s feet, hands stroking idly across Heero�s flesh, taking pains to aim away from Heero�s erection.

�There,� Duo said when he was satisfied, �Now. What have I missed?� Duo asked innocently, grinning slyly up at Heero, before answering his own question. �Ah, yes. This.� His long fingers with their mechanic�s calluses traced the edge of Heero�s cock before he leaned forward and guided Heero�s flesh to his lips.

�Oh,� Heero moaned as Duo�s lips parted so he could taste Heero properly this time, �Oh, Duo. Duo, Duo, Duo. Duo�� Yikes, he was responsive, Duo thought to himself, fighting the urge to grin wickedly around Heero�s cock. Instead he slid forward a few inches, suppressing his gag reflex and closing his lips around Heero, who was taking Duo�s previous command to heart and using Duo�s name liberally.

�Oh, fuck. Oh, Duo. Fuck. Duo�� Heero moaned, the curses coming out breathily in between his recitations of Duo�s name. Duo was about halfway and didn�t dare take any more of Heero in. If he was to start thrusting, Duo wasn�t going to be strong enough to restrain him, Heero being the man of steel that he was. So he let his fingers curl around the base of Heero�s arousal as his mouth worked it�s way back upwards, sucking lightly at first, and then harder as he neared the tip, to get Heero used to the feeling. Heero tilted his head back in a long, low moan that called straight to Duo�s erection, stoking the flames that resided there. Heero�s fingers slid in between the strands of chestnut hair, molding around the curve of Duo�s skull, fingernails scratching lightly as he arched up into Duo�s touch.

The American drew back so only his hand was on Heero, fisting him in an erratic rhythm as he watched Heero, flushed, lean up against the wall, panting Duo�s name like a mantra. �You still with me, pet?� Duo asked, kissing Heero�s hipbone and gentling his touch. Heero moaned, bucking his hips a little and met Duo�s eyes. �Duo�� he gasped, �F-feels��

�Yes, my Heero?� Duo asked, �How does it feel?� he lowered his head again but kept his eyes trained upon Heero�s face as his tongue slid out to meet Heero�s arousal again.

�Ah!� Heero cried as Duo made a point to explore every centimeter of Heero�s cock with his tongue, �So good, Duo, so, so good�fucking amazing�Oh, Duo!� he arched again as Duo let his teeth graze Heero�s skin, nibbling lightly on the hot, hardened flesh, �Duo�� Heero groaned as his hands tightened in Duo�s hair, somehow remaining careful not to tug in spite of Duo�s assault on his senses.

Duo pulled back and kissed Heero�s hip again, asking, him, �If I tell you not to move your hips�?�

�I won�t move them,� Heero finished, as the open-ended question dictated he respond. �Duo, I-� But before Heero could say anything else his breath was stolen by Duo�s mouth descending on Heero�s length, as fully as the American dared go. Which was more than enough for Heero. The Japanese man was entirely silent but for his singular moan of renewed, agonized pleasure as Duo began to apply the proper suction, drawing his head back as Heero�s body tensed, shivers running through him at the sensation.

For his part, Duo couldn�t help trembling, either. Heero was the picture of ecstasy, of lust being satisfied. Well, not quite, Duo thought, implicating something clever with his tongue, Heero hadn�t come yet.

A few minutes later, Duo was starting to worry. Heero liked it alright, he just�wasn�t orgasming. Drawing back, Duo was pleased to note Heero�s whimper of annoyed disapproval.

�Heero?� Duo inquired, keeping his hand around Heero, though still.

�Yes?� Heero rasped, looking down at Duo with a distinct smoulder in his gaze. Without warning, Duo shivered and his slightly waning desire relit. Heero�s voice could work magic, Duo was fixing to swear.

�What is it?� Duo asked patiently.

�What is what?� Heero replied, eyebrows furrowing. Duo winced inwardly. That was a bad sign. Generally one�s lover was supposed to be incoherent at this point. Granted, this was Heero �Perfect Soldier� Yuy�

Duo stood up, allowing his body to become flush with Heero�s. �That keeps you from coming, Heero. Why?�

Heero�s eyes slid away, then shut, and then back to meet Duo�s. �I didn�t know I was allowed to,� he whispered. �Is�am I�?�

�Allowed to?� Duo asked, bewildered. �Fuck, baby, that�s the whole point. I want you to come, Heero. I want to make you come. I want you to enjoy it. You were enjoying this, weren�t you?�

�I was,� Heero responded quickly, hands finding their way to Duo�s hips, then traveling upwards to his shoulders from behind, �I just�didn�t know�that that�� he flushed, looking away.

Duo rewarded Heero�s admirable attempts at finishing his sentences (perhaps he wasn�t so coherent after all) with a kiss. �That you�re allowed to come when you feel like it?� Heero�s nod and the darkening of his blush made Duo want to kick himself again. Of course. Heero would�ve been trained to ignore these impulses, as the Perfect Soldier. It was a momentarily horrific thought: What did they do to you, Heero, to make you perfect? But Duo shoved it down, kissing Heero again, gently. They would discuss it later, he swore to himself, but first, he wanted to get Heero to completion.

�Okay,� Heero breathed against Duo�s neck, his arms coming around the longhaired pilot. Duo stared at the tiled wall of the shower as if it would tell him he�d been speaking aloud, but the white ceramic didn�t reply.

�Okay?� Duo asked into Heero�s unruly mop of damp, chocolate-brown hair. �You sure you want this?� his fingers stroked up and down Heero�s spine soothingly as he spoke.

�Yes, Duo,� Heero said, without hesitation. �I want this, with you.� a pause. �But�what about�you?�

�Do I want it?� Duo asked, drawing back to look Heero in the eye. The Japanese man nodded mutely, cheeks still pink. Duo laughed quietly and kissed Heero once more. �Of course I do, Heero. I love you. And I want to make you feel good.�

�I�� Heero faltered, and then said rather quickly, �But what about your erection?�

�Oh!� Duo said, revelation hitting him. �You mean�oh�� he laughed a little again, before closing the gap between their bodies and grinding his hips into Heero, �There�s more than one way for us to have intercourse, baby.�

�That�s not it?� Heero asked, looking bewilderedly at Duo. Duo looked bewilderedly right back.

�What did they teach you?� the American asked.

Heero flushed. �A-about�that thing, that you did,� he began tentatively. �With your mouth and your hand. I didn�t know it happened in these, though.�

�And?� Duo asked, voice coming out rough and harsh, his blue-violet eyes gleaming the Shinigami shine that Heero usually associated with a particularly satisfying moment of battle, having only seen it there.

�And�standard male/female reproductive systems,� Heero said unsurely, �Specifically how the female reproductive organs are used to entice males into compromising the mission, be it vocal, written, or -� Duo shushed him by placing a finger over Heero�s lips.

�Did they touch you the way I did, Heero?� Duo asked, gaze still sharp.

Heero bit his lip, and Duo cursed under his breath, before he caught Heero�s face in his hands and repeated himself firmly. �Did they touch you, Heero?�

�No,� Heero said, �But they�discouraged it. This. Love. Sex. I only�know what they showed me.�

Duo growled quietly, gaze taking on hints of murderous Heero had never seen in person. �It�s okay, Duo,� he was quick to say, hands coming to rest on Duo�s shoulders, �They didn�t. I��

�I believe you, Heero,� Duo said, before adding in a stern voice, �I understand�why. I don�t like it,� he continued, closing his arms �round Heero and breathing into his ear, �But you�re mine now. And they can�t touch you anymore. Not the way I will.�

�Duo�� Heero exhaled, feeling Duo�s breath on his damp skin, their bodies aligned perfectly once more, wet arousal pushed up against wet arousal. Duo, for the most part, was dry, only damp where the rebounding spray had hit him, or where it had rubbed off of Heero onto the American�s pale, smooth skin. But there, Heero noticed, they were both slick enough to rub against each other easily. And subconsciously, that was what they were doing.

�What�s�this called?� Heero asked, thrusting against Duo�s hips with his own. The American bit off a moan to reply. �Grinding, baby.�

�And before?� Heero asked, licking Duo�s shoulder and then biting softly at the spot.

�Aa�� Duo gasped, �A blowjob?�

Heero�s mouth had worked its way to Duo�s ear, merely mimicking the nice things that Duo had done to him. Apparently Duo also found them nice things, because his reactions were about the same as Heero�s had been. Stronger in some places than in others, but still the same. �Funny name. Why?�

�Tradition, maybe,� Duo growled, kissing Heero hotly, before whispering against Heero�s lips, �I love you, Heero, but ask questions later.�

�Yeah?� Heero breathed, kissing Duo in the process. Duo murmured a sound of agreement and his hand slid between their bodies to wrap around Heero�s arousal yet again, and, supporting himself with his free hand, the American fisted both of their cocks together in the other.

In between Heero�s gasps and quiet moans, Duo spoke, keeping his voice soft but letting it retain the throaty sound of desire. Just small words, a mixture of English and Japanese, the two languages that they both knew. Words like �beautiful�, which Heero couldn�t understand, �perfect�, which he did, and �mine�, which made the Japanese man shiver and tighten his grip on Duo�s shoulders, letting his head tilt back against the wall as Duo repeated it breathlessly in Heero�s ear.

�Heero,� Duo said, nipping at Heero�s shoulder and sliding himself out of his grasp on their arousals, so it was just Heero in his hand, �I want you��

�To what?� Heero gasped as Duo tightened his grip around Heero, at the base of Heero�s erection. It felt strange, the burning need for the renewed friction, the pressure. He resisted the urge to blurt out that he missed the feel of Duo against him, too.

Duo�s quiet laughter vibrated through Heero�s chest. �I want you to come�but I want to taste it, Heero,� Duo replied, looking Heero in the eye. Heero bit his tongue - it was almost enough, the absolute sincerity on Duo�s face, the glint of firelight in his eyes. �May I?�

Knees weakening, Heero could hardly remain upright, much less speak. Miraculously, he managed to exhale a quick, hot �yes�, before Duo was kneeling in front of him again, hand still tight around Heero, whose stomach churned. �Duo, I-� he began, before cutting himself off, flushing.

�Yes, Heero?� Duo asked, looking up at Heero, who shook his head embarrassedly.

�Tell me,� Duo commanded, eyes flashing.

�What about you?� Heero answered instantly, face reddened, and Duo wondered why he�d never thought of Heero as uke before. He was the perfect image of the sexual innocent.

�Don�t worry about that, baby,� Duo replied, letting his hand slide to his own arousal as discreetly as he could - it was so hard to keep from touching himself, when Heero wouldn�t (perhaps he didn�t know that that was okay, too?), and kept looking and speaking the way that he did. �Just�let go when you feel like you can�t hold on.� And with that, he silenced himself and any of Heero�s protests by sliding forward and taking Heero in his mouth again. He felt hot all over. The American hadn�t quite realized how badly he�d wanted to take Heero as such before. The reality was infinitely better than the fantasy, that was for damn sure, Duo decided, moaning around Heero as he subconsciously changed his grip on himself to something a little rougher.

�Oh�Duo�!� Heero cried out as the liquid heat surrounding his erection intensified and the boiling sensation of pressure built within him. His hands slid into Duo�s hair again, weaving the strands between his fingers and holding his palms flat against Duo�s skull as he did clever, clever things with his mouth around him. �Oh, Duo�Duo!� Heero yelped as the hand Duo had wrapped around the base of Heero�s cock traveled upwards, to his hip, then down his leg, and a finger stealthily brushed Heero�s entrance. Duo looked into his eyes at the exclamation and slid as far forward as he could go, suppressing his gag reflex with a wink.

�DUO!� Heero cried out as the American�s questing finger pushed past the opening to Heero�s insides, and Duo moaned around Heero�s manhood, eyes smouldering as they locked with Heero�s own. And that was the undoing for the both of them - Heero whimpered and arched his back as Duo withdrew just far enough so that only the tip of Heero�s erection remained in his mouth. While Heero�s hands tightened in the American�s hair, cradling his skull carefully, Duo came forcefully in his hand at the combination of stimuli and the gentle sureness keeping his head still, ardently swallowing Heero�s expulsion.

�Hey, hey, easy,� Duo murmured as he withdrew, barely catching Heero, who was unable to remain upright. With some effort he managed to maneuver them so that Duo�s back was wedged into the corner of the shower and Heero was resting against him, panting and quivering just slightly.

�Ssh,� Duo whispered, reaching up with the hand not occupied with rubbing the quiver out of Heero�s back and turning the shower�s spray to a warmer temperature, �Ssh, just breathe, Heero. It�s okay.� He stretched out his leg to test the water with his ankle.

�Duo,� Heero breathed, wrapping his arms around the American, cutting off Duo�s impending shift to beneath the water, �Duo��

�I�m here, baby,� Duo replied, his hand stroking up and down Heero�s spine. �It�s okay.� Heero was trembling against Duo still, hands buried still in his hair, and his face was buried in Duo�s neck.

�Heero?� Duo asked, startled by the feel of something hot and wet trailing down across the line of his clavicle. Heero shook his head and tightened his arms around Duo, and another something wet joined its brother on Duo�s skin.

�Oh, no,� Duo exhaled, renewing his attempts at a soothing caress, �Oh, Heero��

Heero laughed weakly into Duo�s skin, making a small sound not unlike a sob and a whimper at the end that wasn�t at all reassuring. Duo ignored the protest of his body and scooted the best he could so that the water fell on Heero�s back.

�Heero,� Duo said gently, �You�re crying.�

�Nuh-uh,� came Heero�s muffled protest.

�Uh-huh,� Duo said, in his best second-grader-with-a-point-voice. Heero giggled and tightened his hold on Duo again, mumbling something into Duo�s skin.

�Pardon, baby?� Duo asked, not quite catching anything more than the low rumble of sound down the left side of his body.

Heero raised his head and kissed Duo gently on the mouth, to Duo�s surprise joy. When he drew away, Duo could see the faint trace of Heero�s tears on his cheeks, barely-there, the redness that came when one cried absent from around Heero�s eyes. Present enough was his shy, pleased smile. �I said I love you, Duo,� Heero told him.

�I love you, too, Heero,� Duo replied warmly, kissing Heero again. Heero�s fingers slid to curve around Duo�s skull again as the Japanese man led in the deepening of the kiss, tentatively, curious about what Duo would taste like now that he�d - Heero flushed at the thought, surprised when Duo�s tongue slid out to meet his. For a few moments Heero explored the flavor, before drawing back, licking his lips and asking the American, �Is that what I taste like?�

Duo grinned. �A little, yeah,� he said, before his face went serious again. �You okay?�

Heero nodded, raising his eyes to Duo�s questioningly. Duo smiled briefly in response to his unspoken query.

�Okay enough to stand, you think, baby?� Duo asked, face returning to serious again. Heero paused for a moment, looking at his knees before he nodded and helped Duo to his feet.

�Mm,� Duo purred, wrapping his arms around Heero, resting his head against Heero�s, �I think we�re clean now, Heero��

�We still need to rinse,� Heero pointed out. �And dry.�

�And go to bed and snuggle,� Duo added, pressing a kiss to Heero�s temple.

�And wake up beside each other?� Heero asked quietly, fighting the rush of emotion that stabbed at his heart, made his stomach churn, and his eyes sting again.

�Every damn day until the rest of our lives, Heero,� Duo said firmly in reply, tightening his arms around Heero before grabbing the showerhead. �Now. Let�s be quick. Maximize snuggling time.�

With a grin, Heero replied, �Sir, yes sir.�
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