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"Sparks Fly"Written By: Fancy Figures Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, wish I did, just
enjoy writing about 'em for free etc Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU, romance, Yaoi, lemon Pairings: 1x2x1 Summary: Duo Maxwell is this year's brightest
young entrepreneur. Heero Yuy is his sharpest and best programmer.
Together they created the successful dating agency, Sparks, with a
new and refreshing approach to matching people. A year on, their lives
are very different -- Duo has all the trappings of success and all
the company he could want; Heero is solitary and disapproving of such
a lifestyle. But they both have secrets to keep, and both are in need
of something -- or someone. When Duo decides to update the agency's
unique matching program, he and Heero are thrown back together again,
and there's a different kind of sparks flying. What with their very
contradictory natures, a malicious hacker, and a crisis at the agency,
it's not surprising they don't find it easy at first to get along. Other notes: Thanks to Suzanne, for suggestions
and inspiration! Written for gwyaoi's AU Novella Challenge
"Sparks Fly" Chapter 10 The early hours of the morning came dusky and quiet, with a sliver of pale sunlight leaking under the blinds. For a second Heero couldn't remember where he was. Then he did, at the same time as he was conscious of the warm body in the bed beside him. Their covers had been thrown off long ago, and the crumpled silk sheets smelt musky underneath him. Deliciously so. Heero felt the breath on his thigh like a warm dream. Still half asleep, he felt almost idly the tongue lapping around his groin, the seductive, sucking sound of his right ball being gently drawn into hot, soft lips. He yelped quietly. "I hope to God that's you, Duo..." "Nah, it's a morning ghost," came a mumbled reply. "You must still be dreaming..." "OK...," sighed Heero, and reached casually for his cock. He was hot and very hard, and he needed the release... "No!" came a sharp reply. "That's mine this morning!" The mouth had left his balls and he felt the tip of the tongue slide up the underside of his cock. "Shit...," he sighed. "Feels too real to be a ghost. Please -- faster --" But Duo was ignoring him, it seemed. His licking remained slow, and painfully teasing. "Faster, Duo," he moaned. It was agony! The ache was deep and excruciating, and he wasn't used to this torture. "Come down on me, take it all --" He reached a shaking hand to Duo's head. It was knocked sharply away. "No," muttered Duo in reply. "I don't want to rush it. I don't want you to touch anything!" Heero suspected that Duo was telling him something other than just tormenting him, but he couldn't think straight. All he knew was that he wanted desperately to reach for something, to bring on the climax. Either Duo's head, to speed up his sucking, or his own cock, to bring himself off. After all, that's what he usually did. "Don't touch," warned Duo's low, sexy voice, "Or I may stop altogether, and you'll never know how it was gonna feel... will you?" The tone made Heero's skin crawl. And he didn't dare disobey. Duo's tongue was harsh and tantalising on him now, drawing the pulse up his cock, over the top, dribbling into the slit, and down again to where he strained up out of his hairs, now damp with sweat. "I can't bear it -- what are you doing?" he moaned. Duo didn't reply. He was too busy licking around the base of Heero's cock, then trailing his wet lips back up to the tip. Heero held his breath -- he was completely out of his depth here, for he'd never had anyone savour him in quite this way. And at their own pace -- not his. His head swam, and his balls ached. He was, quite simply, petrified. Softly, succulently, Duo lowered his mouth over him. At last! And then -- Heero couldn't believe it, couldn't believe the strange and glorious feeling -- Duo began a gentle, rhythmic hum, that vibrated all around him, all through his groin. And sucked. Relentlessly. Heero nearly wept. He cried out incoherently, his hips lifted from the
bed and he felt the streams of cum exploding out of him. He was aware
of almost nothing but his all-consuming climax. There was an ecstasy
that was agonising - a pleasure like he'd never had in his life. There
was a shudder all through his body; there was the humiliating loss
of control over his flailing limbs. And through all this, there was
Duo, his mouth wrapped around his cock, drinking it, milking it all. But Duo wasn't next to him anymore. He was knelt up at the end of the bed, facing Heero and grinning. The sun was stronger now, though he'd not drawn the blind. Instead, the rays breaking through the slats crept over his body in thin, smudged lines, lighting him from behind. Duo Maxwell without clothes was a thousand times as tasty as with them on. He moved like a cat -- he stretched luxuriously, he balanced himself with absolute poise, and he almost purred. Like a panther, like he'd describe himself! Heero thought, with a rush of amusement and thrill. He could see the glistening drops of his cum still on Duo's lips, see the broad chest rising fiercely with his short, excited breaths. He'd thrown his long hair back, heavy over his shoulders, but it still teased the skin at his hips; a reminder of how warm and sensuously it had caressed them during sex. He had his hand loosely round his cock, stroking it. Despite being wiped out by what Duo had just done to him, Heero was fiercely aroused again at the sight of him. "Heero..." Duo hissed, every syllable erotically charged. "You look so fucking beautiful when you come." Heero flushed. He was almost scared of this fabulous creature in front of him! "Duo...come here... I want you!" "No," Duo whispered. "You can't touch anything this morning. Not yourself - not me. Just watch." "Watch?" gasped Heero. And Duo started to stroke himself a little harder, again and again, firm, familiar movements, up and down his engorged cock. "Watch..." he whispered. "Have you ever just watched?" Heero shook his head slowly. He thought that his face might be permanently flushed. His skin may never recover from the excitement, from the embarrassed delight of this man's behaviour. Duo's thighs were tensed, his face screwed up with the oncoming ecstasy. He wriggled nearer to Heero. "What do you want, Heero?" "I - don't know what you mean --" "Tell me," Duo ground out the words. His hand was hesitating a little, as if he was trying to hold back the rush, hang on to some control. What did Duo want him to say? Heero thought, with a chill of distress. Baka! his inner voice snapped back at him - there's no right answer! He wants it to come from you. A genuine response. Tell him what you feel. Heero felt a shudder throughout his whole body, and he opened his mind to his instincts. "I want to watch you. I want to see you come all over me." Duo drew in a sharp breath. "What else, Heero?" Heero had pulled himself up to sitting on the bed. Now he moved again, to balance up on his knees. His eyes were almost level with Duo's. His hands were in his lap. His voice was very hoarse, and he didn't know where the words came from, for he'd never said anything like it in his life. "I want to watch you come, and I want to jerk off as you do it." Duo's smile was triumphant, delighted, and pained, all at the same time. "You'll have to hurry, gorgeous man. I'm very close." "Oh God..." breathed Heero, fascinated by the changing expressions on his lover's face, as the waves of pleasure surged through him. Duo's back was arching, and one of his hands fell back to help take his weight. The position just pushed his cock even higher, even nearer to Heero's body. And still he stroked, his long fingered hand moulded perfectly to the flesh, drawing up the agony, teasing up the desire -- straining for the satisfaction.... Heero found his hand clamped around his own cock, almost without realising. And he was pumping away like he hadn't shot his load all over the sheets just minutes ago, and thought he'd never have the energy to come again this side of Christmas! "Yeah..." murmured Duo, in his purring voice, eyes fast on Heero's straining erection. "I want you to come for me, Tiger..." "No -- I can't -- won't make it - " Heero thought that the pressure in his chest might kill him, that a critical organ might burst out, that he was hallucinating as Duo moved steadily towards him, and was now leaning over him, lips licking at his ear... "Yeah, you will...for me...!" And Heero came - hard, painfully, deliriously, and almost against his will -- with streams of hot seed spewing out over his hand and his sore cock and on to Duo's thighs, as his seducer knelt opposite him. He shouted Duo's name, he was sure he did, but he couldn't have controlled his voice if his life had depended on it! He reached out a hand to grasp Duo's shoulder, to hold himself up, and he felt the other man also shaking, jolting, with gasps of pure, blissful agony. "This is for you, all for you, Heero!" Duo gasped. His hand grabbed at Heero in return, they clutched each other upright, and Heero watched through eyes misted with the aftermath of climax, as Duo's hand slid away from his cock, his hips bucked, and he climaxed all over Heero's lap. Warm, steaming, sticky cum, in pumping streams that Heero watched trickle down his legs and join with his own glutinous pools. "Heero!" Duo groaned, "Shit, I've never
come like that before in my life -!" And this morning? More of the same, he thought; he smiled inside at the thrill that still teased at him. Being touched -- suffering -- watching ...But no, Heero, wheedled his inner voice - it was something much more than that, wasn't it? He'd never had sex like it before. No penetration, not even touching Duo's cock, but still the most intimate, exciting time he'd ever had. Slow, sexy; making him smile. Finally, it had felt like a surrender. And one he was happy to make -- the admission was a shock to him. And crying out Duo's name as he came -- what was that about? He'd never done that before, with anyone... No, he'd never known sex like that before, he repeated
to himself. "I have to go," whispered Heero. Cleared his throat. "I have work to do today. For the hacker -- to find him for good." He knew what he'd see if he turned round -- a naked Duo, skin flushed with his last climax, sticky puddles of seed all over him. Stretching those athletic limbs -- revelling in it. Reaching for him again. 'stay the day... stay and have breakfast. Stay -- and shower with me." Heero could hear the wicked smile in his sleepy voice. His finger teased at an exposed patch of Heero's taut skin. Heero quickly tugged the shirt over it. "No, I can't --" He felt Duo tense up behind him. Heard his breath pause. He felt him roll across behind his back; his lips touch briefly on his shoulder. "I'm sorry --" "What for?" Heero knew he'd snapped the words, he hadn't meant to. "It's work. It's nothing to do with this - with you..." "With us, you mean -?" Heero was silent for a second. He knew that Duo was still sleepy, he was sure he wouldn't notice the hesitation. "I have a call out to the UK, to a contact there. An expert on hacking. I'm close, Duo." Silence from Duo now, as well. From the sudden chill on his back, Heero knew that he'd rolled away from him again. "I still have a program to protect. And don't you want your company's reputation back? Your own? I want to do that for you...." And in a sudden, fluid movement, Duo had rolled off the bed, sheet thrown artlessly around his waist, and he was standing in front of Heero. The advantage was back with him, for Heero was still sitting. Trying not to feast his eyes on the tanned skin, flushed with sex, creased and dimpled by the sheets they'd wrapped round them. The long hair, falling carelessly over his shoulders, fringe deep and untidy on his forehead, wisping around his cheeks. Warm...so tactile.... Duo stared hard at him until he flushed himself. But the long-haired man didn't snap back -- his voice was soft. Caressing. Almost pleading. "Will you come round again tonight?" "I don't know how it'll go -- the hacker, y'know. I'll report in this afternoon." "I don't mean about the hacker." Duo's voice seemed rather distant now. Heero stood, buttoning the last shirt button with fingers that trembled very slightly. Again, he hoped that Duo wouldn't notice. "I know. I'll - I'll call." He scooped up his jacket, moved quickly out into the lounge, towards the door. Was gone, in a few seconds more. Duo sank back down on to the bed, staring through the bedroom door at the empty rooms, hearing the front door of the apartment slam securely shut. He let his body fall back on to the mattress, letting the exploding air from his lungs come out as a groan. "Shit!" He rolled over on his sweaty, ruined sheets and he groaned again. "Shit!" There was an angry moisture in his eyes. "Heero Yuy, is that you?" "Clare!" he smiled, though she couldn't see him, of course. "It's good to hear from you!" 'Sweetheart, are you well? Got plenty of RAM?" It was an old joke between them. "Heero, are you getting out, over there in the big city? I want to hear that you've found yourself a fit young man and you're shagging him senseless --" "Clare!" he protested, conscious the phone was on speaker, and thankful that there was no-one else in the room. She laughed, unrepentant. A loud, uninhibited laugh, just like the woman she was. Happily married for 20 years, two lively kids, and anyone less like a nerd -- as Patti always called the programmers - he had yet to meet. She'd been a breath of fresh air in the systems dept during his UK contract, and the brightest brain he'd ever worked with. And the most devious investigator of hackers that that particular multinational corporation had ever employed. "Ahh, love! A guilty conscience speaking, eh? You've done as I asked - I hear it in your voice! I never thought I'd hear Heero Yuy thick with sated passion, it's the best news I've had all month!" "Leave my love life alone," he growled, but she took no heed of his pretended anger. There were very few people he would allow to make personal comments to him -- and she was one of those few. "I need your brain, not your lonely hearts advice!" "Ah yes," she chuckled. "And you shall have both! I just wish I could be there to see you, to accept the bottle of champagne you have for me in person, when you catch this guy; and to see that tasty Mr Maxwell they all rave about --" her voice paused, thoughtfully. Heero almost panicked. "You have something for me?" She sighed on the other end of the line. "You learnt a lot from me, honey, but not enough, not yet. Come back soon for a refresher course! You were on the right track, though. You just needed a couple of last connections -- you may have lost them when you routed through to your test system. I needed to go back to the live one. Thanks for the access codes, I hope I didn't destroy anyone's chance for wedded bliss by a careless keystroke --" "Clare! he groaned. "I must know, and soon -!" She sounded serious again. "I have an email address, but it's a nickname. I hope it'll help you, but I don't know --" "And?" He could hear her looking down at her notes. Her desk was always covered in paper. "It says 'exclusive@mglory.com' . Does that mean anything? Mglory... Isn't Morning Glory a TV program over there?" Clare loved her TV, she had it on all the time, even when she was working. All the satellite channels she could access, across the globe. "Exclusive...." muttered Heero. He'd heard that word, in someone's mouth, only recently... "Amanda Bradnam," came a soft voice behind him. "Always on her endless quest for an exclusive...." Heero's whole body stilled as he heard the door click shut behind the speaker. And turned to see Duo watching him, a strange, sharp light in his eyes. "I had to come," said Duo, calmly. No apology. No personal greeting. Back in control of his company. "She is, of course, a regular presenter of that programme. And wouldn't it be just like her to sign her e-mails in that pretentious fashion?" "Heero?" came a sly little chuckle from the
speaker. "And am I right to think that's the delicious Mr Maxwell
himself?" ~ * ~ |
