"Robot Lover"

Written By: Artemis

Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties. I make no money with this fic.

Rating: NC 17

Warnings: Romance, Angst, Humor

Pairings: 1x2x1, 3x4, 13x6, 5xR

Note: My initial inspiration for this story came from the live drama series "Zettai Kareshi" (Absolute Boyfriend) based on the manga by Yuu Watase.

Summary: Heero Yuy risks his job for a chance at love when Duo Maxwell orders an Ideal Lover robot from his company.

First place winner in the 2010 Moments of Rapture long fic category!

"Robot Lover"

Level Ten

He put on a gray t-shirt and his black combat boots to go with his blue jeans. As he was headed out the door, he grabbed his black leather bomber jacket. His stomach fluttered. Was it fear or nervous excitement?

Twenty minutes later, Duo pulled up to the curb at 100 LaGrange Road. Even at dusk, it was easy to admire the stunning refurbishment of the former watch factory. The five-story building filled an entire city block, and had a clock tower that must have been visible to the workers who lived in this neighborhood 100 years ago.

He got out of his car and checked that Heero's phone and wallet were in his coat pocket. Shit, was he actually doing this?

His arrival was timed perfectly. There was a woman at the main entrance trying to hold onto her bags while unlocking the door. As she got the door unlocked, Duo jogged up and held it open for her.

"Oh, thank you," she said smiling. "I'm always carrying too much stuff."

"Not a problem."

She headed to the elevator, and Duo made a quick assessment of the building's layout and realized that Heero's unit was on the ground level. He tried to act like he belonged here and headed down the corridor with a purposeful stride. It gave him a little palpitation when he realized he'd walked past Heero's place. Backtracking, a couple of doors, he came to a standstill at the one with a black, metal number 10.

"O-kay." He shook the nervousness out of his hands and gave the door a firm rap, tap, tap.

His heart pounded and his ears felt like red hot irons. Sheer panic was roiling in his gut, and he started to hope that Heero wasn't home. But then he heard something, and suddenly there was the turn of the deadbolt and the door opened.

There was Heero, standing just inside the door with the most perplexed look on his face. "Duo."

"Yeah."

"You're here."

"Uh… I found these." He tucked his hands inside his pockets to grab Heero's belongings, but his nerves got the better of him. The phone dropped to the hallway floor. He quickly picked it up and held out the phone and wallet to Heero, who just stood there staring at him.

"Will you come in?"

"I shouldn't." Duo gave a little shake of his head, and held the items out again. Heero looked good, much better than he had in the parking lot. He was dressed in old, faded jeans and a gray zipped hoodie.

"Come in, please." Heero took a step back.

"Maybe just for a second." Duo walked into Heero's place with the hesitation of a man entering a foreign land. The living room was softly lighted by a couple of lamps which illuminated the cream and black décor. The place was smaller than Duo's, but thoughtfully decorated.

Duo gravitated toward the open patio door at the far end of the room. A cool breeze wafted inside, soothing his burning cheeks. Outside, there were a couple of patio chairs and some potted plants. Funny, Heero had been the one to put flowering plants on Duo's balcony.

He realized he'd been staring out the door for a minute, maybe more, and turned to find Heero standing across the room from him.

"I didn't expect to see you again," Heero said. "Ever."

"You probably wouldn't have… except for these." He stepped over to a coffee table and set the phone and wallet on it. "I'm surprised you didn't ask Trowa to retrieve them for you. All your cards and cash are in there."

"You're probably wondering why…"

"No, I'm not." Duo held up his hand. "I just felt you should have your stuff back."

"Thank you."

Duo nodded. He knew he should leave, but his feet weren't moving. He kept looking around the room as if hoping for a conversation topic.

"Would you like to sit down?"

"Uh… I should get going." He took a couple of steps towards the door, but Heero stepped into his path. They were still ten feet apart, but he could see that Heero wasn't about to let him go gently into the night. "You got something you want to say to me?"

"You're calmer than last time."

"Oh? Well, I didn't want to see you at that point. I was not in a good place…" He almost said that he had been hurting, but that didn't seem right knowing how Heero had sprung himself from the ICU just to talk to him. "You all healed up?"

"It will take several more weeks, but the last of the staples came out yesterday."

Duo cringed. "Staples? Really?"

"Yeah. What about you?"

"I just had some stitches…" Duo didn't want to make small talk. He had fulfilled any self-imposed obligation to return Heero's belongings. Now it was time to go. "Shit, Heero. Why am I here? You totally fucked with me. How could you do that to me and think it would be okay?"

"I knew it was wrong, but I had to be with you."

"You manipulated my feelings." Duo growled.

"I can see why you'd think that."

"And you don't think that?" Duo asked.

"After I saw you in the evaluation room, I couldn't stop thinking about you. And when I read what you were looking for in a lover, I knew that we were a match. I know it was selfish of me…"

"Do you?" Duo's brow furrowed, even as his heart continued to pound. "You lied to me and made a fool out of me."

"The lie was necessary at first, but I thought I could make you happy, and eventually would have told you the truth about my not being a robot."

"How am I supposed to believe that?" He headed for the door again, and Heero still held his ground. Duo stopped just an arm span from him. "There's nothing left between us, Heero."

"Do you honestly believe that after what we shared?"

"What we shared? A lie? Deception? Some robot sex?"

"Duo, I loved you… I still do."

Duo sucked in a short breath and felt tears stinging at the corners of his eyes. Please don't tell me that you really loved me. "This was a bad idea. You have your stuff…"

Heero reached out to touch Duo, but Duo smacked his hand away.

"No," Duo said. "I can't do this, Heero. I lost too much the first time to go through that again."

"You loved me."

"I loved a robot named Heero. You're not that robot."

"No, I'm not a robot, but everything else about me is the same. I didn't lie about the way I feel about you or the things I like and believe in. And how could I lie about the way my skin warmed at your touch—"

"Stop it! Don't you see what you did? You hurt me like no one ever has… You made me love you and then you took that away." The tears spilled from Duo's eyes and he turned away, ashamed at his loss of control. He didn't want Heero to see him weak and broken.

"Duo, please…" Heero put his arms around him, and Duo tried to push him back, but Heero was persistent and stronger. "Please forgive me," Heero said into Duo's ear as he surrounded him in the embrace. "I'm sorry for hurting you. I'm sorry, Duo."

There were as many reasons to forgive as there were to run away. He treated you with love and respect…We argued about the ethics…I could see that you were in love… Duo's body tingled in painful longing for what had been.

"I know I hurt you, Duo, but please say something…."

Duo almost hated himself for thinking it, but Heero's embrace was like a warm blanket, all encompassing and soothing. It eased the tension and made Duo want to be lulled, cooed, and wooed back into this man's life. But it was so damn hard to forget the heartache.

"Heero…" It was all he could say, but so much feeling was wrapped up in the name that it conveyed the truth that Duo was afraid to face. "Heero…"

Heero's lips found Duo's in the next breath. Duo froze, overwhelmed by how much he had missed these sensations, but he relented. He let Heero kiss him, fill his soul with his breath, and start his heart beating again.

His hands came up to cup Heero's face. To touch the man he had grown to love so quickly, too quickly. "You're real…"

"Yes, I'm real." Heero pulled back, and still holding Duo looked into his eyes. "I'm a man like you, and I'm sorry for keeping that a secret."

Duo couldn't believe he was staring into Heero's face. His heart had been set against seeing this man ever again. "It was a shitty way to learn the truth."

"I know…"

He still felt raw from the weeks of heartache, but longed to see the future again reflected in Heero's eyes. "Is it even possible to start again?"

"Do you want to?" Heero asked.

Fear kept nipping at Duo's heels, telling him his heart couldn't take another loss like that. "Maybe."

"That's all I can ask."

Duo's stomach grumbled and he covered it with his hand. "I haven't been eating…"

"Would you like an omelet?"

He tried not to grin, but he loved the way Heero made eggs. "Yeah."

There were a couple of stools in Heero's kitchen, and Duo hopped on one to watch. Heero set about getting the frying pan out, and scrambling the eggs. He pulled feta cheese and deli ham from the refrigerator, and Duo nodded at the choices.

He got a little lost in the fantasy that none of the crap had happened between them. Seeing Heero like this, Duo was reminded of all the things he loved about him. He still didn't understand what had lead Heero to make a series of very bad choices, but Duo saw truth in him. It was in the way he moved, and the way he glanced up at Duo as if checking that this was real.

They shared the omelet from the same plate while sitting next to each other on stools. Duo's knee kept bumping Heero's leg and the chemistry started firing along every nerve ending. Was it dangerous to be here? Was he a fool to stay?

"Why weren't you eating?" Heero asked.

"Unhappy, I guess."

Heero nodded, and pushed the plate closer to Duo. "Go on, finish it."

"Robot Heero would've done the same thing."

"Duo, I'm the same as I was then, except—"

"You're not a robot."

"Is that what you want?"

"No. It was a last resort." Duo frowned as he stared at the last bite of omelet on the plate. If they could share a simple meal, couldn't they share more than this? Duo put his hand on Heero's knee and looked into his eyes. "I've missed you… but let's take it slow. Okay?"

"You staying?"

Duo nodded. "Yeah."

Heero blew out a deep breath and tears glistened in his eyes.

"You okay, Heero?"

"I will be." He reached over, and putting his hand behind Duo's neck pulled Duo towards him. "You mean everything to me."

The intensity in Heero's voice and in his eyes choked Duo up. "I believe you."

They kissed then, like long separated lovers. Deep, passionate, hungry kisses that threatened to topple them off the stools. Their bodies leaned towards one another and they held onto each other by the arm, the neck, and a fistful of shirt. The attraction was there, stronger than ever as they explored each other's mouths and convinced themselves with each kiss that this was real.

Duo was getting hard, quickly, and regretted suggesting they should take things slow. What was he thinking? He wanted him so bad. "Take me, Heero."

"But a moment ago—"

"I know, but I have to feel you…." He was desperate for contact and renewal, and now saw this as the clearest path to their new beginning.

Heero took Duo's hand and led him down the hall to his bedroom. The room was bathed in a soft glow of streetlight that filtered through cream and black striped curtains. Duo barely had a chance to acquaint himself with the room before he was back in Heero's arms.

"Duo." Heero kissed Duo's ear, cheek and lips, moving one hand under Duo's tee to caress bare skin, while the other curled around the hardness bulging in Duo's jeans.

He gasped at the touch of Heero's hands. "Yes…" It felt like his body was on fire and they'd hardly done anything yet.

Duo pushed Heero towards the bed, knowing that like the first time he needed to orchestrate this lovemaking. He sat Heero down and straddled one of his legs. Duo ran his fingers through Heero's lush, dark hair and tilted his head back to give him a bruising kiss. It felt like months had passed since they'd kissed. Had it only been twelve days?

As they kissed, Heero unfastened Duo's jeans and wriggled his hand inside to stroke Duo's hard sex. With his other hand, he pushed up Duo's t-shirt and licked a path across Duo's stomach. Duo groaned in ecstasy. "Don't make me come yet."

Heero grinned and withdrew his hands. He scooted back onto the bed until his head lay against a pillow. Duo followed on all fours, but before he settled on top of Heero, his lover pressed a gentle hand to his chest. "We can't get too nuts… yet."

"Can we still do it?"

"Yeah, just nothing too strenuous."

It was disappointing to hear that their passions would have to be reined in. He kissed Heero gently, and then took hold of the zipper on his hoodie and began pulling it down. Heero grasped his hand to stop him.

"What's the matter?" Duo asked.

"I don't want you to see."

"The scar? But what if I want to kiss it and make it better?"

"Duo…"

"You saved my life that night and I never thanked you." He shook his head as feelings of regret filled him. "I've been such a dick."

"You were hurting."

"But why couldn't I set that aside to ask how you were doing and to thank you?"

Heero brushed Duo's bangs from his eyes. "You're doing that now."

"Can you forgive me?"

"Duo—"

"I know, I know, we hurt each other pretty bad."

"What I was going to say is that I'd like you to kiss it and make it better."

"Yeah?" Duo smiled.

"Yeah."

Duo finished unzipping the gray hoodie and pushed it aside carefully to reveal the scar on one side of Heero's stomach. There had been so much blood the night of the attack that Duo expected a cut as long as his hand, but the scar was only a few inches long and less gruesome than he'd imagined. It was dark pink, not quite red, and there were several lighter pink dots along the scar, presumably where the staples had been.

"I'm sorry, Heero. I had no idea Frank Nick was capable of this."

Heero took Duo's hand and brought it to his lips to kiss it. "All I care about is that you're here."

That simple statement warmed Duo's heart and reminded him of why he was here. The cell phone and wallet had been the excuse. He was here because he had to know if this love was true and could be salvaged. It wasn't easy opening his heart again, but he realized that it had never closed entirely to Heero. Perhaps that's why he had felt the loss so keenly.

He leaned down and pressed the gentlest of kisses to Heero's wound. He regretted so much about that night, but was desperate to live in the here and now with Heero. What better way than to love him with his body?

He unbuttoned Heero's jeans to release his sex. He licked Heero to hardness, and then sucked him into his mouth. Heero moaned, and Duo knew he wanted to give him the blowjob of his life.

He worked Heero's cock with his mouth and hand, and swallowed him deeper into his throat. Heero arched towards him, weaving his fingers into Duo's hair, encouraging him to continue. It felt amazing to give him this pleasure, and to be this intimate again. He slid his mouth and tongue up and down Heero's cock, giving the right amount of pressure and speed to bring release. Heero came with a shout, his hands clutching Duo's shoulders as he climaxed.

Duo got to his knees as Heero calmed. "Good, huh?"

"You know how good you are."

Duo gave a cocky grin, chuffed that he had satisfied Heero, the man. "When you were a robot, I sometimes thought about your responses being programmed."

"A robot's responses are programmed, though it takes stimulation to make—"

Duo put his hand over Heero's mouth. "I'm glad you're a man."

Heero nodded and withdrew Duo's hand. "I thought you preferred robots."

"You're my preference, Heero. Man or machine… as long as it's you."

A small sigh of relief escaped Heero's lips. "Really?"

"My life hasn't been the same since I first laid eyes on you." He waggled his eyebrows. "You must've been desperate to get laid showing up like that."

"I was desperate to be with you."

"Yeah, yeah, but I seem to recall thinking that I was overdressed."

"Like now."

Duo looked down at himself. Except for his jeans being unzipped, he still had everything on, including his leather jacket. He hopped off the bed and started stripping. Heero leaned up on his elbows to watch, a grin slowly spreading across his face. Duo liked Heero's eyes on him, and kept reminding himself that this was real and not one of the dreams that had haunted him these past weeks.

Stripped bare, Duo climbed back into bed. Heero wriggled out of his jeans and briefs, and tossed the hoodie to the floor, and then rolled naked on top of Duo. They embraced in a deep kiss. Every touch, every word and every move invited new meaning for Duo, knowing that the attraction he had felt for his robot had been genuine chemistry between one man and another.

They rubbed against each other, creating a friction that felt as if it could spark into flame. Though Heero was still healing, he didn't seem to be taking it easy. His kisses were feverish and his hands caressed every inch of Duo as if re-learning his body.

"I thought I'd lost you, Duo." Heero's words were hot in Duo's ear and edged in desperation.

Duo turned Heero's face so that they could look into each other's eyes. "It's okay now."

Heero responded to the affirmation by taking Duo's lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. Duo had never felt anything quite like it from Heero before, and responded with equal intensity. The kisses were filled with wild delight, like new lovers that finally could touch after months of only gazing on each other from afar.

Heero reached between Duo's legs, fondling him and stroking his cock. Duo wrapped his legs around Heero's thighs to encourage the touch.

"You're sure…?"

"Yes," Duo said, sounding a little tense from sexual frustration. "I want you inside me."

Heero slid a finger down to Duo's opening, and rubbed it, teasing him, but not slipping it inside. He pulled his hand away and Duo nearly growled as he gritted his teeth.

"Heero, please."

His lover grinned, no doubt delighting at the disappointment in Duo's voice. "I'll be right back."

"You're getting up?" Duo watched in shock as Heero rose from the bed and left the room. He nearly went after him, but there was something in the sway of Heero's hips that told him his lover would be back quickly.

Sure enough, not a minute later, Heero returned with a bottle of olive oil and a towel. "Will this do?"

"Spit would do!" Duo sat up and pulled the covers back. It was a warm night, but the sheets were cool and he liked the idea of thoroughly rumpling Heero's bed. "I hope you've got good shock absorbers on this thing."

Heero chuckled as he slid in next to Duo. He took the bottle from Heero and did the honor of opening it and pouring the golden liquid into the palm of his hand. He stroked Heero's cock completely, and then watched Heero coat his fingers in the olive oil. Duo rested back on the pillows and spread his thighs. God, he was horny for Heero. He needed this renewal. He needed to feel Heero inside and out to know that they were on the same road again.

The fingers slipped inside, and Duo thought his heart would burst through his chest it was hammering so hard.

"It's like our first time… again," Heero said. He leaned close to Duo's ear, breathing the words and warmth into him.

"Yeah." It was the only response that Duo could manage. He was so focused on Heero's touch that he could barely think.

Heero was lying beside him, preparing him with his fingers as he kissed him again and again. He'd nearly forgotten how Heero loved to kiss every part of his face from his lips to his cheeks to his eyelids and the tip of his nose. It felt almost reverential. Why hadn't he realized that before?

He's always taken such care with me, Duo thought. It made him a little sad to be suddenly aware of Heero's gentleness now. Of course, he'd appreciated his lover's touch before, but through tragedy and loss, Duo's perspective had changed.

When the fingers withdrew, Duo knew the best way to please them both. He gave Heero's chest a playful shove, so that he'd lie back. He then straddled Heero's thighs, positioning himself over Heero's hardened sex. He wanted Heero to nail his ass, but he didn't want him to over-exert himself and open the wound.

"This is what I call safe sex," Duo said as he slowly sank himself on Heero's cock.

"God, Duo…" Heero groaned.

He started the pace nice and easy, glorying in the feel of Heero's hardness inside him. He pulled up and sank down, letting Heero enjoy the slide of his cock in and out, without having to move a muscle.

"Good?" Duo asked.

"I can't believe it's so good."

Duo grinned, and leaned forward to take the tempo up a notch. A little faster now and Heero's hand settled around Duo's cock, stroking it as he rode Heero. The control was killing Duo. He wanted to fuck, just let Heero pin him down and have his way, but tonight they had to be careful. Maybe that was good, because it gave Duo time to realize how much this man meant to him and that they had to rebuild their trust.

He moaned as he squeezed his buttocks around Heero's hard cock. It was perfectly rigid, jutting up inside him, filling him with each slide in and out. He wanted more, so much more and he got it when Heero gave a sudden thrust and then another. He could feel his braid bouncing on his back, bouncing and falling forward over his chest as the ride got bumpier and wilder than expected.

It felt so good that they lost control and things got a little crazy and loud. Duo was moaning and working his ass to get it all, to feel every hard inch of Heero. In turn, Heero's hand had fisted around Duo's cock, making Duo dizzy with the dual sensation and his imminent release.

"Fuck!" he shouted. "Heero… God, Heero!" And he came, his back arching with the incredible release, pure pleasure coursing through him.

In hazy awareness, he realized that Heero's grip was gone and now he had both hands clasped to Duo's ass. He was thrusting into him hard, grunting with each deep shove.

Maybe we should stop, Duo thought, but then it was over. Heero's climax exploded and he cried out in relief and pleasure.

Duo collapsed next to Heero on the bed, nearly delirious with gratification. His eyes fluttered closed, and he could hear Heero's heavy pants. "You… okay?"

"Yeah," Heero said.

"Hurt… anything?"

"I… don't… think so."

"Good," Duo said with a gasp. So much for not overdoing it.

Minutes later, Heero grabbed the towel and while still lying on his back began wiping himself off. When he was finished Duo wiped between his legs, and nestled more comfortably along Heero's side, facing him.

"I think this means we're back together," Duo said.

Heero chuckled. "Is that all it took?"

Duo blew in his ear playfully. "I was always weak in the knees for you. I couldn't believe my luck when I saw you."

Heero turned to him, looking a bit serious. "Will you still be okay when you come down from the sex?"

"Of course."

"Duo…" Heero's tone was sobering.

"Okay, realistically things aren't perfect… yet." Duo leaned up on an elbow. "But I'd say we've come a long ways in just a little over an hour."

Heero rolled his eyes, seeming to understand that Duo couldn't be serious in this moment, but also that Duo was sincerely happy. They were together, and sure there was healing that still needed to be done, but right now what they needed most was to be in each other's arms, absorbing each other's love.

They snuggled and eventually fell into a deep, post-coital sleep. It was after midnight, when Duo woke to the sound of thunder. As he opened his eyes, he was a little disoriented, but quickly realized he was in Heero's room. He looked down to find Heero sleeping soundly with his cheek on Duo's chest and his arm and leg draped over Duo.

"Oh, God," Duo said in a whisper. "It wasn't a dream." Tears came to his eyes and he blinked them away, but one heavy breath woke his lover.

Heero lifted his head and saw Duo's tears. "What's wrong?"

"No, everything's right."

"But you're crying."

"I've been doing a lot of that lately." Duo laughed.

"Duo, are you sure things are fine between us? I mean sex is one thing, but…"

"That wasn't just sex, Heero." Duo moved to sit up, and Heero unwrapped himself and sat facing him on the bed. "The sex has always been great between us, and tempting as hell, but I wouldn't have had sex with you if I wasn't sure about us."

"Okay. Then what's next?"

Duo sighed. "I suppose we need to figure out what to do about my non-existent robot. I have a payment due, and even though AR Industries delivered on my Ideal Lover, I don't want to shell out anymore money."

"Did you just say that I'm your Ideal Lover?"

Duo cocked his head as he thought about what he'd said. "Yep, I sure did. Is that okay? Or maybe you'd rather not be compared with any of those robot terms—" Before Duo could finish rambling, Heero took him in his arms and kissed him. When they came up for air, Duo was a little dizzy. "Whoa."

"It's what I wanted… to be your Ideal Lover."

Duo caressed Heero's cheek with his hand. "You're in my heart and my soul, Heero. I was lost without you."

Heero took Duo's hand and placed it over his heart. "I love you with all my heart."

Duo smiled from ear-to-ear as a wave of happiness washed over him. This wasn't robot programming, or lies, or games, this was Heero Yuy telling Duo Maxwell that he loved him. It was absolutely what he'd hoped for all the years he'd searched and been disappointed. Odd that it took ordering a robot lover to find his true, human lover.

"I love you," he said, leaning over and kissing Heero. "We're gonna be just fine."

 

 

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