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Warning: Major sex between two guys. Graphic. Lots and lots of lovin'
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Duo stood at the front door of the house, stunned, a key gripped tightly in one hand. Whitewashed wood. Broad porch. Hanging plant baskets along the eaves. Two newly planted oak trees in the front yard. It was the exact replica of his dream house. He almost expected a German Sheppard to come running to greet him.
Duo felt tears sting his eyes. He bowed his head, staring down at the key through a blur. He had found the key in a small, gold, foil box in the seat of his Gundam. Red paper hearts and rose petals had fallen out when he had opened the box along with a note, in exact calligraphy, with detailed instructions to the house.
"Heero," Duo whispered lovingly and then he fit the key to the lock.
The inside of the house matched, exactly, Duo's dream interior. Every stick of furniture, every woven carpet, even the mantel of the fireplace, had been replicated with exacting detail. It was eerie, Duo thought. He expected at any moment to wake up and find himself in the middle of battle or huddled at the perimeter of an Oz base ready to set his bombs. That was the cold reality of his life.
This... this didn't have any place in his life now.
"The people you love can be the cruelest," Duo whispered.
"Yes, they can," Heero agreed from behind him. Duo spun, hand going automatically to his gun. The pilot of Wing was leaning against the doorframe of the front door, familiar green tank top and spandex hugging his muscular body closely as he left it and strode quietly towards Duo. "But," he continued. "I didn't mean this as cruelty. I meant it as hope. I want your dream to be a reality, waiting for you to come claim it. The house is in your name, everything signed and paid for."
Duo swallowed hard and tried to joke around his pain. "With what? Did you melt down some Gundanium steel from Wing to hock for it?"
Heero frowned. "I am not without funds."
Duo raised eyebrows. "You're rich?"
Heero shrugged, but couldn't help a smirk. He didn't elaborate. He didn't want Duo to know that he had raided the accounts of some of his 'marks'. He didn't want that old blood to mar what was going to be a fresh start.
Duo looked around him, mesmerized. Heero stood still and watched him walk from room to room, go into the kitchen and go through cabinets, trail hands across rich leather and fine upholstery and marvel at Heero's exactitude. When he reached the bedroom, he stopped in the doorway, eyes wide.
White down comforters, thee layer mattress, white gauze hangings on long wooden spindles at each corner, it was a beautiful bed and looked sinfully soft and opulent. Strewn across the soft coverlets were dozen upon dozens of long stemmed, red roses.
Duo approached slowly. He stared and then quirked a smile at Heero as Heero followed him. "That's going to make a prickly, dangerous bed. You left the thorns on."
Heero managed a small smile. "Prickly and dangerous, yes, but with patience and understanding of the problem..." Heero reached and gathered up key edges of the top comforter. He yanked skillfully and comforter and roses were pulled off of the bed to land neatly on the floor. "All difficulties fall away."
Duo smiled warmly now. "And what shall we do, Heero Yuy, with that nice dream bed of yours?"
Heero met Duo's amethyst eyes and smiled softly back. "Only want you wish to do, or not do, Duo. That and nothing more."
Duo looked brittle for a moment and a little wild, but only for a moment, and then he was unbuttoning his black shirt. He blushed. "I think you can help me with this, Baby."
Heero was cautious. He watched Duo's face as he slowly came forward and gently began undoing Duo's buttons. His fingers brushed flesh. Duo's nipples were visibly hard even under the cloth. When Heero had enough of the shirt open, he reached inside and took hold of both nipples. Duo hissed and groaned as Heero manipulated them between thumb and forefingers.
Duo pulled away as if contrary, but his hands were sliding Heero's tank top up and over his head at the same time. He moved behind Heero to feel safe, and pressed his body up against Heero's backside, letting him feel his obvious erection. Heero leaned over slightly and let Duo rub there enticingly as Duo's hands gripped his hips hard and brought them back to meet the movements.
Heero thought that he understood. He slid down his spandex pants and bent over even more. Duo thrust hard at the crack of his ass and then nipped at his neck. Once again, he started skittishly away, purple eyes looking sideways at Heero as he put the bed between them and slipped out of his boots and tight pants. He wasn't wearing briefs. His erection was hard, dark red with need, and dripping at the slit.
"Let's christen the bed, Heero," Duo suggested in a husky voice.
Heero slipped out of his own clothes, but still he waited, his own erection clambering for attention, but held under tight control. Duo stood and stared at him, either testing him or working up the courage. Maybe both. After what seemed like an eternity, Duo climbed up on the high bed and sank into luxury, sprawling out onto his back and watching Heero still.
Like a stalking panther, Heero followed, creeping up after his love and settling with at least a foot between them, poised, waiting, needy, and expectant. Duo reached out and took hold of Heero's erection. Heero winced as he purposefully squeezed too hard, making the precum drip into his hands. He milked Heero again and again, Heero wincing and groaning under the assault. With each swipe of the clear fluid, Duo spread it over Heero's cock head, preparing him and working up his courage at the same time. At last, he smiled wanly at Heero and then lay back, lifting his knees.
"Is this what you want?" Heero asked cautiously.
"Yes," Duo breathed and lifted his knees higher, showing Heero his tight entrance already growing pink with the heat of his aroused blood. "Make love to me," Duo begged. "I want you to hold me, be strong for me, and be inside me."
Heero felt his heart tremble along with his body. With infinite care, watching Duo's face for any sign of capitulation, Heero positioned himself over Duo. "It will-"
"I know it hurts, Heero," Duo said in a small voice and Heero cursed himself. The last thing he had needed to do was stir up old memories. "We don't exactly have a good lube," Duo continued, "but... I want you, here, now, in this place. I'm not going to be afraid. When I come here again, after the war, after the bloodshed. I want to remember this."
"Why now? Why not then?" Heero wondered as he touched Duo's entrance with the head of his slicked cock.
Duo was always truthful. He didn't pull punches now. "You may not be with me. War is hell and chancy. You may die. I want to remember this, just in case, and remember being with you. I want this house to always have this happy memory, K?"
Heero nodded, once, and then kissed Duo deeply on the lips as he slowly worked himself into Duo's tight heat. Duo whimpered into his mouth, panted, but didn't struggle. He brought his hips up to meet Heero, wanting the stinging, stretching pain over as quickly as possible before it could make him panic.
"Shh," Heero murmured into Duo's ear. He felt Duo shiver beneath him with the pain, the young pilot fighting the instinctive urge to pull off of Heero and get rid of the large intruder in his most sensitive place. "Shh," Heero said again and simply caressed Duo's face, holding still, waiting for Duo to adjust and stretch fully.
"You have to move," Duo said at last in a small voice. "The nerves won't stop hurting until you do."
Heero knew that, but he wasn't about to cause Duo more pain in the process before Duo was ready for it. He asked Duo again,
"Are you sure that you want this?"
Duo reached up and pulled Heero down against him. "Yes."
Heero did move then, still watching his Lover's face, still alert for any change in Duo's mood. He could be dangerous, his Shinigami, more dangerous than any bed of thorns.
Slow, very slowly and carefully, Heero held his painful erection in check, his body leashed, and his mind focused. Duo writhed, panted again, and then reached a plateau where the pain stopped and the pleasure began. His sighed and lifted his hips as Heero thrust downwards, impaling Heero completely. It was all Heero could do not to cum then and there.
"Love you," Duo breathed with misted purple eyes.
"Love you, "Heero echoed. "Aishite iru, Duo."
Heero quickened his rhythm, but kept it gentle. He never rested his body wholly on Duo, too afraid of making him feel trapped.
Instead, he balanced on his powerful arms, body flexing as his cock forced itself in and out of that silky flesh. He came quickly, afraid of lingering too long and giving Duo time enough to sink into memories and become alarmed. His hot seed filled his lover and he groaned deep and loud as the orgasm wracked him.
Heero kissed Duo softly as he withdrew, but Duo was grinning sensually and rising up off the bed onto his knees. His erection was purple now and he was eager to take care of it.
"Kiss the pillow, Baby," Duo ordered and watched as Heero smirked and did just that, hips raised enticingly in the air and manhood flushed and full between his legs. Duo grabbed them in one hand, fondled them, and then held them in one hand firmly as he rose up and coated his erection with Heero's seed. He was in control. Heero couldn't move, couldn't do anything that Duo was afraid of while he held those two precious, most sensitive weights in his calloused hand.
Positioning his wet erection at Heero's entrance, he shoved in with one long stroke. Heero groaned and hissed, but he liked it rough. He shoved back to meet that pain, trusting himself in Duo's hand, trusting that his lover would keep control and not truly hurt him. Duo rode him, hard thrusts slapping into Heero's ass and making his face bounce in the pillow. Heero gripped the comforter in both hands, squeezing eyes shut and riding the intense pleasure/pain as his own cock grew hard again.
Duo angled his thrust and Heero cried out as a sensitive spot was rubbed and prodded inside of him. His cock jerked and oozed precum. He rubbed it against the comforter, used that friction to cum just as Duo slammed into him as deep as he could one last time and spurted hot seed against Heero's throbbing prostate.
They collapsed together then and held each other loosely, smiling gently into each other's eyes. Duo said, his voice full of wonder. "I wasn't afraid, Heero."
"Then the memory will be good and perfect," Heero replied. "As it should be."
Dressed and standing in the open front door, Duo fingered his key and gave the house one last look. "Please, Heero," he said softly. "Be with me when I come back. Share this with me."
"I will," Heero replied as they held each other close and went out of the door. "Any way I can. Even if only in memory."
***Owari***
Duo: *Sniffle* that was so sweet!
Kracken: (Grins) yeah, wasn't it?
Heero: So, is that the real end?
Kracken: Just for a little while and then I'll add some more later. I want to do a bastard Heero with a 2x6 series for now.
Heero: (Scowls) Bastard Heero?! I am not a bastard!
Duo: (smirks) 2x6 hm? I always wondered if blondes were more fun...
Heero: (Angry) I do not accept this mission.
Kracken: (Grinning and walking away with a happy Duo) Sorry, gotta take the good with the bad when you're a borrowed anime character.