Causality

Fic date: Wednesday, 27 August 2003
Category: Bad porn, humour, lemon.
Title: Sojourn

Author\'s Note and Warning: This takes place somewhere in the Battlefield of Pacifists timeline. Inspired by Duo’s famous line “Let’s find a motel.” after he and Heero sabotaged the O-Star Industries factory in Texas. This story has no redeeming value whatsoever and may be hazardous to those with closed minds. Some PWP, since I have totally abandoned the whole “plot” thing for pure smut. No need to worry and bore myself with \"zero system”, “mobile suits”, “twin beam rifles”, “total pacifism” and vicious plot holes. This is the standard porn plot: “Phwoar, buddy! Hey, nice body. Fancy a shag?” If these offend your sensibilities, please go elsewhere. NOW!

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SOJOURN ARC: CAUSALITY



Cau•sa•lity: the principle that nothing can happen without being caused.

The motel was set amidst a gaudy, manmade tropical garden, and it looked like any of the nondescript motels that littered the freeways. Heero flicked through a battered magazine, as his partner haggled with the somewhat spaced out, acne-ridden, pot smoking young man behind the reception counter. Presently Duo came up to him, smiling cheerfully, his duffle bag slung rakishly over one shoulder.

“C’mon, we’re set.” Duo grinned as he dangled the key before Heero’s nose. “I’m beat. I just want some dinner, a nice long bath and a soft bed to crash in tonight. What about you?”

“You just ate,” Heero said mildly as they made their way to the adjoining building.

Duo gave him a lopsided grin. “Aw, that was hours ago. I’m a growing boy, and you know, all that driving takes up energy. You just slept all the way through.”

Heero chuckled as he owedowed the braided boy down a corridor. He was pleased to be reunited with Duo, however odd the circumstances had been. This time it was sabotaging the O-Star Industries and blowing the secret MS production plant sky-high. As usual, he kept a few paces behind Duo so that he could watch Duo’s braid bounce and slap against his arse as he sashayed towards their room. Heero secretly wished he were Duo’s hair-tie.

“Here we go,” Duo chirped as he pushed the door open.

Theel rel room was nice and airy; the late afternoon sunlight filtered through the slatted blinds from the western window. He strutted to the bed, threw his duffle bag down and flopped face first into the soft mattress.

“Mmm, nice,” he murmured into an overstuffed pillow.

Heero leaned against the doorframe. “Duo,” he said slowly. “You’re hogging the bed.”

Duo peeked from under his bangs. “It’s a queen size. We’re in no danger of kicking each other off. And don’t complain; youslepslept on prison floors before.”

Heero grinned, took off his mustard coloured sneakers and threw them at his companion’s head. Duo batted them away with the pillow. He pulled down his lower eyelid and stuck his tongue out. “Pbbht,” he teased. “Lose them already, man. They’re awful. And those spandex too.”

Duo’s laughter stopped halfway as Heero launched himself upon him and began plummeting him with a pillow. They wrestled silently, each trying to overpower the other.

“t.” t.” Heero snickered, playfully smothering Duo with a pillow.

“Stop, stop.” Duo laughed breathlessly. He tried to twist around but Heero held him fast. Damn, the Japanese boy was deceptively strong. Heero smirked as he sat on Duo’s legs, each hand pinning Duo’s on each side of his head. Duo bucked to lodge his captor off, but Heero merely smirked wider and leaned forwards. Damn, the boy was too sexy. He leered at Heero’s well-defined chest that was exposed through the saggy neckline of his singlet.

“Are you jumping me, Heero?” he waggled his brows suggestively. “Coz if you are, you’d better shut the door first.”

Heero sat up like a shot. “Damn!” He vaulted across the room and shut the door with a bang. A pause, then he threw it open, jammed the “Do not disturb” sign over the outside knob, slammed it shut and shot the bolts home. He turned around and nearly got a seizure.

His comrade in arms, the 16-year-old self-styled God of Death was sitting placidly on the bed, slowly unbraiding his hair. Duo looked up as Heero backed-up and crashed against the door. Heero stared, face slightly flushed from the rush of adrenalin, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. Duo certainly knew Heero’s weak point  the otherwise taciturn, anti-social and somewhat rude L1-colonist has a thing about hair. Duo’s arse-length, thick chestnut hair, to be precise.

Heero Yuy, teen assassin par excellence would turn into a raving lust-maddened lunatic whenever confronted by Duo’s free-falling unbound hair.

“You okay, buddy?” Duo smiled innocently, as he shook his hair free.

Heero swallowed visibly, his eyes glazing over.

Duo raised an eyebrow and proceeded to brush his hair leisurely. He looked sideways at Heero, who stood petrified just inside the room, fists clenching and unclenching repeatedly. Duo set the hairbrush down on the bed and stretched, smirking impishly.

“I’m gonna hit the shower,” he murmur lazily, running one hand on his trim torso. He turned to face the wall and bend at the waist as he removed hises. es. He kicked them away and then, still keeping his back to the semi-catatonic Heero, began to undress slowly. His shirt hit the floor, followed by his belt. Duo glanced over his shoulder and smiled coyly. He ran his hands through his hair once more, before giving it a light shake.

The whisper of a zipper being pulled down snapped Heero out of his shock. He stared as Duo calmly wriggled out of his trousers; it quickly joined the bundle of clothes on the floor. * Gah, it’s so hard to restrain myself being so close to him and all that hair. * Heero shivered, positively drooling.

Duo smirked, as if able to read his thoughts. “Heero Yuy, you’re blushing!” He looked at Heero from under his bangs, his fingers toying with the elastic band of his skimpy underpants.

Heero’s knees gave way and he sat down on the floor with a thud. Duo chuckled, got on all fours and began crawling towards Heero. He stopped when he came nose to nose with the other boy. He licked his index finger and ran it slowly along Heero’s collarbone before hooking it under the strap of hinglenglet. With a deft flick, he slid it off Heero’s shoulder.

“So, are you happy to see me?” Duo pouted coyly. He batted his eyelashes and moistened his lips slowly.

Heero’s brains fused. His hands shot out and he grabbed Duo by the waist. He threw the boy over his shoulder, skidded across the room and dumped him onto the bed. Duo had hardly stopped bouncing when Heero pressed against him, kissing his jaw and then his cheek and then his lips. Heero pressed his kiss harder, and slipped his tongue into Duo’s mouth. They French kissed each other, Heero’s free hand slipping inside Duo’s underpants, kneading his arse.

“I take that as a yes,” Duo panted heatedly.

Heero grunted once, then he grabbed Duo’s wrist and pressed the hand against his shorts. Duo’s smile widened as he fele ere erection straining under the spandex shorts. He opened his eyes wide.

“Wow, Heero. I didn’t know you cared …”

Heero lifted himself off the longhaired boy. “Want you. Now.” He growled.

Hearts thudding, they panted as they made short work of each other’s clothes. The much-abused spandex shorts hit the ceiling with a soft whoomp before falling down on its owner’s head. Duo guffawed and Heero slapped him on the arse.

“Ooh, naughty! Is this some kinky Japanese game?” His laughter was cut short as Heero spun him around and pressed him face down against the mattress. A second slap stung his pert posterior. Then, the third and fourth followed in quick succession. “Jeez, Heero. You don’t have to be so brutal,” Duo complained.

Heero grunted as he ran his hands into the thick and long chestnut hair. He pressed his face into the hair, breathing in the scent. Duo’s hair smelt of gunpowder, sweat and generic shampoo. Heero took fistfuls of the hair and rubbed it against his skin. He moaned softly as he rubbed the hair against his groin. Duo rolled his eyes and chuckled. Trust Heero to get fully turned on by just touching his hair. It must be some deep-seated Japanese fetish, he decided.

Duo half-turned his head over his shoulder. “Heero, stop messing about.”

Heero smiled. There was a feral glimmer in his eyes as he straddled the prone boy’s upper thighs. He slapped his erection against Duo’s arse. “Impatient, aren’t we?” he teased as he pushed the hair off Duo’s shoulder. He laysh ash against Duo’s back and rolled his hips suggestively. Duo shivered beneath him. Heero lowered his face and ran his tongue from the base of Duo’s neck, down his spine, and then back up again.

Duo closed his eyes, gripped the pillows tightly in his fists and moaned. “Stop teasing like that,” he said huskily. His grip tightened as a brush of hair and warm breath travelled further down his spine, lower and lower still until he felt the wetness and warmth licking, touching and tasting his arse. He shuddered; the sensation was amazing. Duo moaned, writhed and twisted as Heero’s tongue probed against his bottom. Heero gripped his hips tightly, preventing him from trashing about too much as he licked and teased his way — along the raphe, then back to the puckered orifice. He grinned as Duo spasm under his attention; he concentrated on probing the sensitive area with alternate light, feathery licks and slow, sensuous swirls of his tongue. He reached out with his left hand and grabbed a fistful of hair.

* God, this is heaven * Heero hummed against Duo’s skin. He smirked in satisfaction as the other boy shudder beneath him.

“Jesus!” Duo panted out as Heero’s hand snaked across his belly and closed on his erection. Lightning bolts flashed ac the the back of his eyelids and he pressed his face into the pillow. His body was burning, his blood pounded in his ears. Heero’s hand was pumping his erection in slow languorous strokes, as his tongue continued its exquisite torture. Duo stiffened, his toes curled, his bangs damp with sweat, his stomach clenched as his orgasm hit him hard. He came against Heero’s fist, and it seemed to go on for an eternity. The world spun, and he saw stars.

He wanted to collapse onto the mattress but Heero gripped his hips and flipped him onto his back. “Wha …” Duo gasped as Heero smeared his cum across his belly and started to rub his entire bodyr hir his. He squirmed as Heero’s rock hard cock rubbed against his spent member. Panting, he reached around and grabbed Heero’s arse and squeezed. Heero hissed sharply.

“Fuck, fuck.” Heero gra fis fistfuls of Duo’s hair. He picked up his tempo, bumping and grinding against the other boy. Sweat beaded on his forehead, damping his hair and falling on his supine partner. Heero stuck his tongue out and lick a wet trail from Duo’s collarbone, up the curve of his neck and his cheek. Duo grinned at him as his roaming hands did something kinky to Heero’s nipples. Heero swore and clamped his mouth over Duo’s, their teeth clattering together and he pushed his tongue into Dumoutmouth. Duo sucked greedily at his tongue, barely aware that Heero had pinned his hands one on each side of his head.

* Hmm, submission can be fun, but not this time, buddy * Duo decided. He quickly parted his legs and hooked his ankles behind Heero’s knees. Then, using every ounce of his strength he rolled Heero onto his back. He pulled his hands free and got on all fours, his hair falling like a curtain over them both.

“Your turn, buddy.” Duo chuckled and before Heero could protest, he slid down Heero’s body, wrapped his lips around his cock and began sucking enthusiastically. Heero moaned incoherently as Duo worked his tongue and lips over his cock-head, lapping eagerly at the silt. He placed his right hand at the base of the shaft and rotated his wrist gently as he hummed against the skin. Heero arched his back and drew a sharp breas Das Duo flicked his tongue up and down the shaft.

Suddenly, Duo pulled back and grinned. Heero frowned, and raised himself onto his elbows.

“Duo,” Heero panted heavily. “Stop fucking about.”

Their eyes met, locked and seemed to fuse.

Duo gave a wicked chuckle and licked his lips. “Say it.”

Heero’s eyes narrowed. “What?”

“Say it.”

“Stop fucking about!” Heero yanked his hair roughly.

“Say it, Heero. Say ‘I’m your bitch.’”

Heero snarled, “I’m going to kill you.”

“Wrong. Say it,” Duo sat back on his heels. He grinned evilly as he twisted his hair around his fingers. * That * never failed to set Heero off.

Heero turned a deep shade of crimson. His cock twitched, demanding relief. He narrowed his eyes, gritted his teeth and mumbled. Duo cocked his head and widened his eyes. “Huh? Can’t hear you. Louder.”

“Fuck you, Duo,” he hissed. Then, without missing a beat, “I’m your bitch. There. I said it.”

Duo snickered loudly and without warning lunged forwards and swallowed Heero’s straining cock in a single gulp down to the root. Heero threw back his head and moaned loudly. Duo’s head bobbed up and down as he mechanically worked his mouth over Heero’s cock. He suckled lasciviously, eyes shut in ecstasy. He gripped Heero’s hips hard, keeping it still, as he swallowed him again and again, throat muscles moving around him. Heero shuddered, and began to jerk violently. He twisted his fists into the thick chestnut mane and rubbed it against his chest.

“Aaaaaaaah …,” Heero’s shout reached a crescendo as he sat up and his eyes flew open. Duo’s throat seemed to constrict around him, and Heero used his super-human strength to yank him away. He held the slightly stunned boy firmly by the shoulder, his free hand moved to grab his own cock.

“Wha —?” Duo gd asd as Heero came all over his chest and cheek. “Fuck you, you always do that!” Duo complained, referring to Heero’s cum-on-chest fetish. He wiped the glutinous liquid off his cheek and smeared it across Heero’s chest. Heero laughed; he knew Duo was secretly a fetishist for that as well. He grabbed Duo’s arms, and before the boy could react, rubbed his glistening cum all over Duo’s face and body.

Duo laughed and rolled onto his back, one arm tucked under his head. He rubbed his groin suggestively and winked at Heero. Heero’s heated gaze travelled up the length of his body before settling on his face. He ran his index finger slowly up Duo’s sternum and held it up, now covered by a thin layer of his own semen. He languidly licked his finger clean. Without warning, he dropped on all fours and proceeded to lick Duo’s chest and armpits clean. Duo purred happily, twisting and turning as Heero crawled up his body, tongue licking and lapping at his face, his eyelids, and his cheeks. Their lips met, and they French kissed for a while.

Finally, they moved apart and scooted to the head of the bed. They lay side by side, facing each other and simply stared, straight-faced. Heero reached out and tweaked Duo’s damp bangs.

“I’m glad you came back from space.” He said, a small smile twitching the corners of his lips.

“Well, yeah. I can’t stand being cooped up with Trowa and Quatre all the time. They are just too …” Duo shrugged. “You know,”

“Sappy?” Heero snickered.

Duo laughed boisterously. Heero joined him and gra grappled, speechless with laughter. Finally they stopped. Duo propped himself on one arm and looked at Heero. “Ah, I hate sappy. Anyway, all this exercise makes me thirsty. Fancy some tequila? I’ve got a bottle in my bag. And lemons and salt too.” He winked impishly. “We could do the lick, suck and swallow.”

Heero grinned, and looked down at Duo’s groin. A leer crossed his face. “Sounds good to me.”


END

© Scourgify, 2003
Sojourn Collection
Started: Wednesday, 27 August 2003
Completed: Saturday, 30 August 2003 — 1:29 AM


Pssst, It\'s really hard writing an INTENTIONAL badfic, I can\'t make you review, but I\'d really appreciate if you would. Even if it\'s to tell me to \"Stick your fingers in the blender and never ever write again, you sicko!!\" ^__~