The Best One

Author: Misao the
Great
E-mail: Misaothegreat@hotmail.com
Title: The Best
One
Archive: geocities.com/mofitstar
Pairings: 1x2
Ratings: NC-17 (just keeps gettin’ better)
Warnings: Heavy lime, almost to the lemon!
Some language. Duo’s POV.
Status: Complete. (second part of story arc)
Comments: This is written entirely different than the last story. I tried to make it as straightforward as possible. I had no idea what would happen when I started writing and just let things come to me. I wrote the ending during the hurricane when I was trying to not think about the tree coming through my window.


WOW! I finally read it myself and realized I\'d made some major typos. Augh, I can\'t believe it\'s been out for so long with errors like that! I\'m humiliated. People call me the grammar police... Well, they should be fixed now. I\'ll never forgive myself. Maybe I should start reading my own stories.

 

The Best One

 

I can’t believe him.

Bastard.

Although, in retrospect, I suppose I should be grateful that he acted against his nature for me, or I might be dead now.

I can at least call him a prick.

At least in my anger and loneliness I’m justified. For three days when I was healing we were so close and passionate- as much as possible with my injuries. I thought we actually had something intimate going. Wow, I was wrong.

A month. A whole fucking month since he’s talked to me about anything other than mission parameters. It’s obvious he’s been avoiding me; even Wufei noticed it on our last mission. I used to be Heero’s first choice for backup. Not anymore, apparently.

What is his problem? Does he regret it? I don’t think so. Sometimes I catch him staring at me hungrily, apparently wanting more.

So, Heero Yuy, what are you afraid of?

 

I swear, if I see one more toothless prostitute I’m going to go buck and punch out their face. Is there some sort of gum fad? It’s bizarre. I try not to look at any of them long enough for them to give a seductive, toothless smile. Shudder. Shudder. I’m definitely going to have nightmares about that one.

I decided I was tired of walking around trashy colony establishments and would turn in for the night. After convincing the disbelieving owner that no, I didn’t want live in-room entertainment, I pocketed the crusty room key and began the short flight up industrial stairs. This was an interesting set-up that I hadn’t seen before, turning an old warehouse into a rent-by-the-hour motel. I’ve found it’s better to stay in these places on missions because no body wants to know who you are and I can’t sleep long enough to make a whole night’s rent worthwhile. Yeah, I have problems sleeping; you probably would too if you killed every day.

There has only been one night that I can remember not having bad dreams. Okay, I exaggerated, there were three. Yeah, *those* three days, the ones with Heero. Maybe that’s why I’m so mad at him, since I finally discovered what it’s like to not be tired and cranky continually. But here I am: tired, cranky, and ready to deface any random gummy whore. Geez, that’s almost funny.

I think it is funny. Maybe I’ll laugh.

I just can’t forget about it. It’s sitting in the back of my mind so heavily that I can’t even laugh at my poor jokes and sarcasm. Oh goodness, me, Duo Maxwell, joker pilot extraordinaire, can’t find it within himself to laugh. If I were a court jester they’d fire me. Such a simple task, and yet The Prick is resting non-stop on everything I do, crushing it like an overweight opera singer.

Man, my jokes are getting worse. I must really be tired.

 

Okay, Duo, it’s not that hard. You’re already laying on the bag of old socks that has been labeled “mattress” and you’ve got semi-clean sheets wrapped around you. It’s relatively dark since you were lucky enough to get a room away from the street side with its cheap neon signs bringing daylight to the rooms they surround. You’re just wearing boxers and an undershirt. You’re clean and
tired. What is your problem?! Why are you staring at the water spots on the ceiling with a glazed expression on you face?

The Prick, that’s why. Every time you close your eyes you see him. I’m pathetic.

I’d better stop thinking of him as The Prick or I may accidentally call him that to his face... although he might deserve it. I still want to hear his lame excuse for not even speaking to me. I have a hard time believing that Heero Yuy is afraid of anything, especially little old me.

 

I must have dozed off enough to be woken later by the thumping of shoes against the floor. I luckily wasn’t too groggy to discern the form of a person sitting on the foot of my bed. Whoever it was had stopped being discreet and obviously didn’t care if they made enough noise to wake me, doing it purposefully since they’d broken in completely silent up until they decided to crash on my bed. I sat up slowly, more than mildly curious as to the identity of my intruder, my right hand slowly inching towards the gun at my side.

I realized who it was as soon as he turned to face me, and to this day I pride myself on having been able to control my shock enough that Heero didn’t notice. I needed to try to remain calm.

“Hey, Heero, to what do I owe this visit? Couldn’t it have waited till morning, or do you like to disturb all us pilots in our beds like some freak?” Pretty casual for someone who’d had the crap scared out of them.

Perhaps I was a little harsh, but I was also a little freaked out by the incredibly intense stare that was fixed right on me. I had the strangest thought that Heero was going to eat me. I had to refrain a giggle from that one, receiving a scowl from my dear buddy that was a whole lot more reassuring than what he had been casting my way earlier.

I could see that my question hadn’t exactly broken the ice, and Heero remained motionless, sitting
on my bed where he shouldn’t be, staring at me in strange ways and generally unnerving the hell out of me. I had to try again, if only to get him to look elsewhere. He was starting to make me feel guilty under his eyes for nothing, and it was pissing me off.

“Heero, aren’t you supposed to be on a mission or something?”

Always the basic questions first I’ve discovered, since sometimes he refuses to answer more specific ones.

“Yes.” Wow, what a reply. The audience is in shock from the eloquence of our beloved pilot.

I figured I should try again.

“And so, if you’re on a mission, what are you doing here?” ‘in my room, on my bed, scaring the royal crap out of me,’ I wanted to add.

“Watching you.”

I can’t believe it. At least the guy is honest, but I could tell this conversation was going to get real unpleasant real fast.

I flopped back down on the bed in frustration, closing my eyes tightly while I gritted my teeth. Heero is impossible, I swear. I opened my eyes again, fully intending to retrace the watermarks above me. I was denied that simple pleasure by Heero’s head, which was rapidly descending to block my vision...

Give me credit; at least I let out a half-hearted, muffled protest.

He kissed me. I was stunned. I thought that he was afraid of what we had done. There went my grand theory on Heero’s lack of emotions and terror of their sudden exposure.

It was just a quick kiss, telling me that he was definitely still interested, although the gun poking my thigh could have told me that just as well. I stared up at him for a moment, enjoying being this close before speaking again.

“Why?” A simple question from someone who is known for the never-ending torrent of his normal speech.

I saw fear in his eyes for the first time. I’ll never forget it. He wasn’t afraid of me, but he was afraid of giving his first mental reply to that question. I can only speculate and dream what that first thought was.

“Because you’re the first one who’s cared.”

A slightly unusual answer, I’ll warrant, but from Heero it meant a lot. Was I really the first person to have ever truly cared for him, not for my own selfish reasons, but out of friendship and love? Probably, since I can count the number of people for mat fat fit that same statement on one hand. I might have to start using the other if this keeps up.

He’s got that look in his eyes again, the one that makes me feel like stuffed Duo with extra cheese sauce. I bet I’m pretty tasty. So does Heero, so much, in fact, that he’s licking down my neck right now, seeming to enjoy that bit of flesh quite a lot. I could feel his warm hands sliding around my back. That’s a sensation I’ve always particularly liked. It makes me feel comforted. He paused for a moment in his consumption of braided pilot to look into my eyes. I think he could feel the questioning tenseness of my body. I wanted him to continue, not interrogate me.

“It’s all right,” I whispered shakily. I hate my voice when I’m aroused.

I pushed all my questions into a back corner of my cavernous mind, determined to enjoy this as a one night fling that just happened to be a repeat of last month’s. For some reason I couldn’t get that thought to register as fact in my mind. Normally I wouldn’t care about a quick bang with a buddy, forgetting about it the next day. This wouldn’t work. Something about Heero made this
entirely different. It might have been that he was one of only four people in this universe that could ever hope to understand me, or perhaps I couldn’t screw my partner and not feel some sort of
intimate bond
W
Whatever it was, I knew I wanted to ask Heero what he hoped to achieve by fucking his only friend
and how long might he be willing to stick around with me afterwards. Unfortunately, these thoughts seemed not as important to me as I felt my shirt disappearing from my body. I should have voiced them; it might have saved me from a lot of stress later on.

I hate it when my mind starts running a whole lot faster than my body, and it leame bme behind for several seconds.

I gasped as I felt Heero begin to lave my chest with his tongue. He seemed to be following some sort of pattern. I was surprisingly touched when I realized he was retracing the network of cuts and bruises I had worn until just recently. Did he really remember where they all had been? He must have spent a long time just watching me as I recovered.

It seemed that Heero had done his research in the last month. He began to lightly trace patterns across my muscles with his rough fingers, watching intently at the jerk and shiver that hit the spots where his calloused skin caught my own. His hands ghosted down my abdomen, seeming to know exactly where they wanted to be. He lightly brushed his thumb against the band of my boxers, surely finding it amusing to watch me stop breathing with each caress. Bastard thinks he can laugh at
me.

I’d had about enough of this stunned-into-immobility Duo. I quickly decided to flip Heero over and have my way with him. He struggled like no one I’ve ever been with. Heero must really not have wanted to give up his dominant position. I bet his soldier’s nature would rather avoid all vulnerability. Try as he might, he couldn’t win. A bed is an entirely different battlefield than he was used to, one that I had quite a bit more experience on. Don’t worry, I’ll tell you all about that
sometime, preferably when I don’t have Heero’s incredibly hot body under me.

Now that I was in control I decided that Heero had far too many clothes on. The first t to to go was the tank top. I’m sick of seeing that same shade of green eternally. He looks much better without it. That goes for the spandex too. Don’t get me wrong, spandex is a lovely thing, but naked is better. Now at a distinct advantage by my remaining boxers, I felt I could proceed comfortably. There was a wild look in his eyes; I think he reacts badly to loss of control, but he needs to learn to trust me. He gripped my thighs tightly from where I straddled him. For a moment I was afraid he would try to roll us over again, but he didn’t.

If all my good and bad experiences with sex in the past are what gave me the confidence to do this, I would say it had been well worth it.

I decided to kiss him first; after all, we never really greeted each other properly. I bent down carefully and licked him lightly on the lips, grinning to myself at how he caught my mouth before I could get away. Not wanting to waste opportunity I stabbed my tongue inside and wrapped it around his. Good stuff. I pulled away abruptly, not wanting Heero to feel any real satisfaction yet. I slid back to have his arousal pressed against my ass. I almost laughed at the way his eyes widened. No, we hadn’t done that yet, and I don’t think he knew a lot about it. Knew that people did it, yes. Knew that he might want it, no.

I decided that my boxers had gotten wet enough from sweat and other fluids. I leaned forward to remove them and sat back against Heero’s chest as I turned my head to throw them into the corner. Big mistake. I yelped when I felt something wet slide up my cock unexpectedly. I tried to jump back but realized my upper thighs were held in a vise-grip. Suddenly I was no longer in control- at more of a disadvantage than I had been before the flip. Heero’s eyes met mine, burning that moment into my mind forever. I could see it written in his stare: I could never really be in control with him. He had staked his claim, and I couldn’t really stop him if I wanted to.

Call me a glutton for punishment, but I didn’t want my control anymore.

My breath caught in my throat as Heero languidly stroked my cock with his tongue. My earlier thoughts to him doing research reestablished themselves. I hadn’t taught him this. I closed my eyes, no longer wanting to see it, suddenly not wanting it for some odd reason. I know it didn’t make sense, but I was afraid now. I’d always had some measure of security before. It had finally sunk in what I’d gotten myself into.

With the firm grip he had on me, Heero was easily able to flip me over again. I know he could sense my sudden fear but assumed it would go away. Holding me still, he continued what he had started, going down on me hungrily. I was shocked; I knew Heero had no idea what it would taste like if he kept that sucking up and I- oh my god...

He drew me in deeper, keeping a tight grip on my jerking hips. I was so close to letting loose when he raised his head, panting, to look into my eyes. His head went down again to suck harder than he had before, pulling me all the way in. I couldn’t stop crying out, begging him to end it. I couldn’t even warn him coherently as I came, hard and long like I hadn’t done in years.

I lay panting for a long time, trying to collect my wits back into some version of my former self. I wasn’t afraid anymore; I was terrified. So much for all my sexual experience if one blowjob puts me out of my wits, never mind that it was from Heero Yuy, the most dangerous boy in the universe. I realized how badly he could have hurt me if he had wanted.

Somehow Heero could tell I needed some serious reassurance and came to lie next to me. He was careful when he wrapped his arms around me, seeing how sensitive I still was. I knew he still wanted me and that it was only fair to repay the favor. I was just trying to decide how I would do it when he asked quietly for permission. He wanted all of it.

I gave some sort of shaky nod that encouraged him enough to move down my body again. He rested his head against my quivering stomach, giving me a moment more to compose myself. The atmosphere changed with desire again when I felt his fingers move lightly up and down my hip. He continued caressing my skin like that for a short while before he grew bolder and slid his hands nst nst the side of my ass. I started to grow hard again, trembling at the light touches he gave it with his lips. I glanced down at the feral picture Heero made with his hair mussed and eyes gleaming with lust. He was panting hard from the restraint he was keeping on himself. He was extremely aroused, and I felt bad that he had been that way for so long without relief. I let my hand reach out and slide along his length.

Heero gasped as I loosely circled his erection and buckildlildly. He growled and lifted my hips from the bed to better reach me. He began to rub himself against me, trying to say what he wanted but not knowing how to go about doing it. He rocked against me for a few blissful moments, finally getting some small amount of relief but also adding to the fire of his need. His hands began to
travel down my body again, this time with a purpose and direction. I held my breath in anticipation as he slowly stroked down the crack of my ass.

A beeping noise drew us both out of the cloud our minds had entered. Heero froze where he was, pressed against me with his hands exactly where I wanted them. I listened carefully, trying to guess where the sound was coming from. Heero carefully slid off me and left the bed. He grabbed something on a table that I couldn’t see and opened it.

The laptop. I hate that thing with a violent passion.

The screen lit up his now expressionless face as he read whatever the hell it was that had caused
this disturbance. He closed it up and went over to find his clothes scattered around the room. He dressed in a hurry and started to head toward the window but stopped, turning back to me.

“Um, Heero, where are you going?” I tried not to sound desperate but miserably failed.

“My mission target has become active.”

He looked as if he wanted to say something but opted to just tilt his head in acknowledgement.

“Thank-you.”

He was gone. I just let the best fuck of my life walk out the window without finishing what he started.
Well, true, I didn’t actually get thoroughly laid, but I’m sure he’d be the best I’ve ever had. I mean, all he did was go down on me and I came, screaming like a virgin.

Poor guy, he never even got to relieve himself.

I can’t believe that just happened.

He left his laptop on the desk. HE LEFT HIS LAPTOP! My only real competition, the evil black box, is now in my hands!

I would do horrible things to it, but he might kill me.

He’ll be back. If for no other reason than to get his computer, he’ll be back.

 

Fini.

 

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