He goes running

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Warning: Lemon ahead, not proofread, so typos more than likely as well. Read at your own risk.

Duo’s POV


Ok, so I was on a bit of a rollercoaster. I mean, I was hot as hell for Heero. I can’t help it; I get horny after I dance. Like, really horny…humping my pillow, horny. Well, in my younger, wilder days, it wasn’t a pillow. But lately, I’ve been a lot more picky.

Meaning, quality alone time if you catch my drift.

And Heero is definitely a quality man, hot, smart, driven, and has a little edge to him, completely up to my standards for a partner. Plus, he gives great head. And I want so much to have him be my everything, strip him down and make him beg for more.

But on the other hand, I have no idea whether I can trust him. I mean, he sounded like he had been pining away after his boss for years. Seriously, he sounded pathetic when he spoke of Zechs not noticing him. Heero does not strike me as someone who can be reduced to such without extended periods exposed to neglect. And now, all of a sudden, after just a few dances, he turns around and wants me? I am good, but I don’t think I’m that good.

So what’s going on? Option one: Heero’s still using me, wants to blow off some sexual tension, and he’ll be back to pandering to Zechsy-boy when he goes back to the states. Option two: he really does want to try to forget the sleaze and start something with me.

Was there another option? Probably, but I was emotionally exhausted. I had been running everything through my head on the drive back to the beach house, and my thinking time was up. We pulled up, and got out of the car. There were some words exchanged between the girls and I about who got to keep the keys, but I really didn’t plan on letting Heero stay the night.

I wanted to trust him, wanted to let go and allow MiniMaxwell to come out and play to his heart’s content. But I couldn’t shake the fact that I really didn’t want this to be a one night stand. I still wanted that friendship between us, wanted to go out on dates, to cook him dinners, wanted to be lovers.

But it wasn’t up to me. I knew what I wanted; now I just had to wait for Heero to decide what he wanted. It was Heero’s choice now.

I tossed the keys on the desk next to my laptop and turned to face the object of my turmoil. Heero looked as unsure as I felt. I sighed and mentally prepared myself for what was coming. “Why me, Heero?”

He blinked; a confused expression overtook his face, so I expanded. “I’m not Zechs. I don’t look like him, dress like him, talk like him, and I refuse to be a replacement for him. Why me, when its been Zechs for so long?”

An instant of hurt flashed across his eyes before it was smoothed into something unreadable. “I know you’re not Zechs, and I don’t expect you to try to replace him.” He paused raising a hand to his head, tugging on a strand before he realized what he was doing and dropped it. He shook his head and looked at the ground off to the side. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Duo.”

I said nothing, just stood there and gave him time to try and figure out what was circling around in his head. One of his arms crossed over to scratch his elbow and hung on afterwards, closing himself off, physically, not making eye contact. He was fidgeting; I had never seen him so disconcerted. “I do know that I’ve had a really good day. I enjoyed spending time with you, joking with you. I haven’t felt that way in a long time. And tonight, you turned me on so much.” He hesitated before continuing. “I came so hard and it was just my hand while I was pressed against you.” A slight blush colored his cheeks.

“Yeah.” I cut him off before he could go into more detail. I had to admit, he was right. The restroom nookie was damn good, but it still didn’t feel right. I didn’t know whether to trust him or not; was this the truth or just a line of bull?

His eyes found my own for an instant before I watched them flick down to my lips. My cock throbbed in response, and I wanted, desperately. Forcibly, I shut my mind down, reminding myself that only a few years ago, I was much less picky. A few years ago, I found a new playmate every few weeks, fucked him into the mattress, or wall, or countertop, and lived carefree with no romantic ties to any.

So what if Heero was handing me a line? I could handle it; and my body was on fire for satisfaction. Screw the emotional bullshit; I just wanted to forget my own name, lose myself in the ecstasy of climax. “Kiss me, Heero.”

Desire painted his visage as he crossed the room to stand in front of me. His hands came up, framing my face before his mouth claimed mine. His body was so hot, heat seeping through the air between us, pouring out of his mouth, out of his hands, and into my body. I felt my knees go weak, and my hands came up to clutch at his shirt. His tongue fought with mine, pulling my body closer, making my neck strain backwards, but it didn’t matter because I was on fire.

Heero pulled back, and I followed, sealing our mouths together again for a brief moment before his hands on my face pressured us apart so he could speak. “Wait, Duo.”

But I didn’t want to wait, and overrode the pressure against my cheeks, diving back into his mouth. He obliged me, sucking on my tongue then fighting his way back into my mouth. Heero slid his hand into the hair at the base of my neck, gripping hard and pulling me forcibly back, tipping my head back so that I could not interrupt him again. “Too fast. Shouldn’t we slow things down?” He was panting heavily, and I felt satisfaction shoot through my veins.

The skin of my neck was pulled tight, and I felt the stretch as I swallowed. “Kiss me, Heero.”

I could see the debate warring inside. “I told you I would wait.”

But I didn’t want to wait; I wanted to shut down that emotional component because I was scared of what would happen, what could happen if this was all a lie. “You also said you would follow my lead.”

He hesitated, and his indecision was all I needed. “Touch me, Heero. I need to feel your hands on me.” My voice was dark with want, almost pleading. That tone made lust flash bright across those dark blue eyes, then the hand in my hair was crushing my mouth against his. My hands clenched the fabric of his shirt in my fists, and I attacked his lips with my own, eating at his mouth with an urgency I’ve never felt before.

Then I was ripped away and tossed onto the bed like I weighed nothing. I had forgotten how strong he was. “Take off your shirt.” He commanded as he pulled off his own, and my body spasmed with want. I went completely breathless with desire. I hadn’t bottomed since I was a virgin, but I wanted him to dominate me. I wanted to feel him pin me to the mattress, with no escape and violate me, take me as his whore.

What the hell was wrong with me?

But I didn’t have time to think on it because then Heero was hovering over me, hands greedy across my chest, toying with the skin, searing his fingerprints across me like a branding iron.

I closed my eyes as my hands slid across the muscles of his back and ass, grinding his cock into mine. My body writhed across the sheets trying to push up into his hands. I was a slave to need; it had been so long since I felt this way. I wanted, my chest heaved as I struggled to draw in breath, my hips rocked against his, and it felt like steam rose from my skin where he touched me.

But then everything stopped.

I thought it was a tease, so I pushed up against him against, but he had pulled back, reaching behind him to grip my hands. I opened my eyes to see him kneeling over me, looking down at me with a strange expression on his face. He took my hands and brought them to his lips before pinning them to the pillow above my head. Gentle pressure against my wrist told me he wanted me to keep them there.

That put his face close to mine, and I could feel his breath across my cheeks. “Open your eyes, Duo.”

I didn’t want to do it. I wanted this to be mindless, thoughtless fucking. I didn’t want to risk more than I already had. I had given him too much of me with no evidence of return from him.

One of his hands caressed my cheek, thumb running underneath my eye. My heart jumped in my chest as I looked at him. Those dark eyes were so close, and he had a little smile on his lips as he spoke. “Keep them open.”

He claimed my mouth again, dark eyes boring into mine the entire time. It was…it was really intimate. Heero’s mouth trailed down my neck, and I tipped my head backward to give him free reign, but that broke our eye contact. Heero stopped pulling away until I looked at him again. Bastard.

He held my eyes as he trailed down my chest, hands painting fire down my arms and sides as his lips circled one of my nipples. I couldn’t catch my breath, and this was only the beginning. I could see it in his eyes, read it on his lips. He wouldn’t let me make this another nameless encounter.

Heero would accept nothing less than the whole of my attention, total and complete surrender.

And I gave it to him.

I gave him everything he wanted, my hands stayed clenched in the pillow where he left them, my eyes stayed locked onto his face the entire time his mouth surrounded my cock even when his tongue trailed across my balls. His mouth bobbed along my length, one hand cradling my balls, when the other pushed my knee up and pressured my legs apart I felt my body buck.

Everything tightened down, pleasure that was almost pain shot through my body, and it took all of my will to keep my eyes open and focused on his face. He sucked hard, tonguing beneath the head and I came hard. My head fell backwards, I may have forgotten to breathe, and I’m pretty sure I blacked out for a few seconds because when my eyes opened again, Heero was watching me, waiting for me to look at him again.

As soon as I did, I felt slick fingers circle my entrance and press forward. I gasped and spread my legs further apart, eyes rolling backwards briefly. He paused again, waiting for me to refocus. When my eyes found his, that finger slid inside, slowly thrusting in and out of me as a small curl of his lips spoke his triumph.

He had me fucking trained. I would have been pissed if I wasn’t so desperate to have him fill me.

Heero seemed to slow with every additional finger, drawing things out to a crawl, and I was begging for him shamelessly by the time he crawled over me, shaft pressing at my entrance. As he entered, his mouth met mine again, tongue claiming my mouth as his cock claimed my body. My legs wrapped around his waist, lifting my hips, to allow for the deepest penetration possible.

One of his hands gripped my ass, pulling me further into his progression forward. He was big, and accommodating him took some adjusting, but it was so hot feeling him inside me, in my ass, in my mouth. Heero was everywhere, and he was my everything.

My hands reached up and gripped his hair, holding his mouth to mine as he began a rhythm, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in. I whimpered into his mouth as he hit that spot that made me see stars.

He tied to pull back, breaking our kiss, but my fingers tightened in his hair. I needed air, but I needed his kiss more. His tempo built, slow and deep to faster and faster. Black tried to cloud my vision when oxygen made its demand known, and I let him pull away, gasping. His breath was hot on my neck as my hands slid down and back to the bed like I had no strength left in my arms.

I tried to lift them to his face, but they felt like jelly. Heero’s eyes watched my struggles for a moment before one of his hands gently pushed them back to the pillow. His hand covered both of mine for a moment before coming back to my hip. Thrusting harder, slowing slightly as his mouth came to my ear.

“You’re trembling.”

I moaned in response. Any verbal retort swallowed by the feel of him sliding in and out of me, stomach rubbing hard against my cock, the weight of his body pressing me into the mattress, the strength of his hands gripping the flesh of my ass as he split me open again and again.

“That’s so hot.” Those damp words against my neck were all it took to tip me over. My body shook, no longer under my control. I cried out, trying to hold his eyes as long as possible before the heat rolled them backward in my head.

His hands left my ass, propping him up so he could get better leverage. His thrusts became deeper, harder, faster. My ass clenched and my cock jumped, as his actions prolonged and intensified my climax. His rhythm became erratic just as I felt close to passing out from pleasure.

A groan ripped its way out of Heero’s throat as he came. I felt a flood of warm wetness slick his last few thrusts before his weight collapsed across my chest. I should have been pissed that he didn’t use a condom, but I was too exhausted to talk. My throat felt like I had been swallowing glass from all the gasping I had done under Heero’s ministrations.

I felt Heero slip out of me before he rolled off; he sighed, sounding just as exhausted as I felt. Thats the last thing I remember before I fell asleep.

I had never intended to let Heero spend the night. I didn’t know why I was so dead-set against it before, but I realized why in the morning when I woke up alone.
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Sorry its been so long on this fic. I got a little burnt out on it, but on the bright side!: I found an interesting twist I'm planning to add. I'll update as soon as I can, but life is still pretty crazy for me right now. I'll get the next update posted as soon as I can. Special thanks to Nadine for emailing me to remind me that this fic is still being followed after my neglect of it.

Reviews are welcomed and completely appreciated, they calm the craziness sometimes. Luv yall and thanks for reading, hope it didn't disappoint.

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