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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 12 Duo arrived back at his apartment long after everyone else had left work. And Heero was waiting for him in the corridor. He paused as he came out of the lift, wondering for a second if he were hallucinating. Marvelling at the sudden loss of breath; the painful tightness that wracked his chest. He'd not seen Heero since the day of Amanda's arrest -- over a week ago. There'd been no time to talk, what with the shock of the revelations, and the interminable police interviews, and then the ravening press the minute he stepped out of the station door. Heero had been swept away, refusing a lift back to his apartment, vanishing into the subway instead. And he'd not been in contact since. Duo took a deep breath, and walked towards his door. He passed Heero, trying his best not to feel the heat of the man there, the imagined breath on his back as his body went by. He realised how much he'd missed him -- the wave of physical memory was astoundingly strong. He thought he'd been managing easily without him... He turned his key, feeling the other man come up to his shoulder. Standing there, waiting. "Are you coming in?" he asked, as gently as his beating heart allowed him. "Hn." "A 'yes' Hn?" said Duo -- a sorry little joke. But Heero smiled. "Yes." They moved into the apartment, Heero familiarising himself with it again, folding his jacket neatly enough on the couch. The couch... Duo shook himself, moved quickly to the kitchen, and pulled some beers out of the fridge. He handed one to Heero and sat on the chair opposite him. Deliberately apart. "Have you been avoiding me, Heero?" "No..." Heero said, quickly. Looked angry at himself, for the obvious lie. Opened his mouth -- closed it again. Put the can down on the table, untouched. "Are you still angry with Amanda? Worried about the program?" "No. That has all been repaired. I have restored the data to the live system -- installed the new search on there as well. Sparks is back in business. And I have read the papers -- you have your reputation back, further success. I'm -- I'm glad about that." Duo was staring at him, Heero could feel the wide, violet eyes burning a path from his neck to his forehead. This had maybe been a bad idea, to come to his apartment. A painful idea. But how could he tell Duo that he couldn't keep away? "Yeah, I'm glad as well." Something in Duo's tone made Heero look up sharply. "Glad that it's given me a chance to rethink. Whether that's what I'm really after." Heero was puzzled at the mood Duo was in. He'd thought he would be back to his lively, confident self. Something was wrong. It caused a strange, sudden tug to his heart. "Whatever, Duo. I'm in no position to judge you and the way you run your life. Mine's fucked up as it is. I'm sorry if I've been offensive to you. I'm no better than you." "And no worse!" snapped Duo. "Let's forget the past, eh?" They glared at each other for a minute. What the hell's going on? thought Duo. He was weary from work, but there was a wild, sharp adrenaline flow in him. He was determined to have this man, and just as determined to know what he wanted in return! He'd not let it all slip away again. "I came to -- to see you," said Heero, slowly. His hands clasped in his lap, twisting so hard that it must have been painful. "I want... I want...the other night...it was..." His voice trailed off. Duo sighed. His eyes drank in the other man; the dark, anguished eyes, the dishevelled hair. The long, tight limbs. He remembered them in his bed. He wanted them there again. Damn him for being so difficult! "What do you want, Heero? I've missed you, this last week. But I'm not gonna chase you. Is that what you're worried about? If you wanna back off... well, I won't leap up and down for joy. But if that's what you want..." "And you...?" "You know what I want, Heero." Duo stood, and put his empty can on the table. Went to sit again. Turned instead, and reached to touch Heero's face. "I want you." Heero was silent. The hand on his neck was hot, like a brand. "I know," he said, quietly. There was no anger, no inflection. "You're a predator, Duo." "I don't set out to be." "But you allow it to happen -- everything's so easy for you..." "Heero, how can I defend myself? It hasn't always been like that. I had a hard time in my life when I was younger, but I choose not to dwell on that. I've had some lucky breaks, and I wanted to take advantage of it all." He reached down and stroked Heero's chin. "You had such a bad time, Heero. As a child -- as a man. Is that why you fight everything?" "Not everything," he said, bitterly. "Yes, everything," countered Duo. "It's too strong to control!" Heero blurted. "The - the -- desire --! The need..." How could he tell Duo about the dreams? For a week now, they'd been more real to him than his waking hours. The dreams full of Duo and Duo's body, and his own body as well, stretching, reaching for him, throbbing with it -- and then the waking; waking to sweat-drenched sheets, hand clamped around his cock more often than not, fingers at his lips, searching for Duo there. "Is that what you think this is? Just desire? Lust?" "I - don't know. Don't question me like this!" I'm confused, he thought. I don't know. "Why are you here, Heero?" He thought he could hear a shake in Duo's voice. "I want to believe it's because you feel as strongly about me as I do about you. Because you think we're good together. Is that possible, Heero? Have you felt that way before -- with anyone - since your teacher?" I don't know, thought Heero. And then despised himself for another lie -- of course he knew! But he couldn't say it aloud. I've never felt this way about anyone, Duo. Ever. I think that it's more than lust -- I know that it is. I'm terrified that it is! His mouth opened and he spoke yet another lie. Several. "It was a one-night stand. That's OK with me. I told you, I won't judge you any more. I know I mustn't expect anything else from you." "Fuck you!" hissed Duo. He pulled away, and the loss of his touch was like a blow to Heero. "How can you say that? As if I do this every night -- with every person I meet -!" "No, I don't think that..." Heero shook his head. I open my mouth and I fuck up, he groaned to himself. His body was aching to touch Duo. To be touched back. What was he doing to them both? What was he saying? When what he really wanted was to shout it out - Please, Duo, hold me again! Whether I'm one to you, or one of hundreds. I don't care! I'll take whatever I can get! He dragged his gaze up to Duo's face, and met a look of the deepest desolation in those gorgeous, wide eyes. It took his breath away. How could the truth have hurt Duo so much? "It's no-one's fault. It's the way it is. Our lives are too different. I'm not what you want." "So you say." Duo's voice was tight with emotion. "For God's sake -- " Heero snarled back, more comfortable with his usual defence; his anger. "You're like Amanda then?" snapped Duo. "What?" "You think that's all I'm capable of -- brief, no-commitment fucks! You're telling me who I am. What I want and don't want. What I can and can't handle. You're using me! Seems like everyone is -- I'm just the last to realise it." Heero stared at him. Not recognising the flame in Duo's eyes. The change in his attitude. "Do you think I can't be faithful? That I can't commit to one person?" "Have you ever?" countered Heero, defensive. Duo hated him for that second. But perhaps it was a fair point. "Heero, do you want me to tell you I've had no-one since you first kissed me? Wanted no-one? That's the truth!" "No.." growled Heero, though his heart started hammering, against his will. "It's nothing to do with me, what you do... Christ, Duo, don't you understand? It's not just you! Fuck, it's probably not you at all! I can't handle it -- I can't handle personal relationships! I've never sustained anything past a few dates -- I'm not worth the hassle!" "Crap!" Duo had had enough of this soul searching. He saw this gorgeous man in front of him, and he'd never in his life seen a man more worth the hassle! An angry, argumentative, aggressive man, who'd been bag loads of trouble; who sat on the edge of his couch, scowling, a thin sheen of sweat on his hands, his wild hair falling around his brow. A man who had a fabulous brain, and a commitment to his work that scared everyone else off; a man who'd devoted his days and nights first to setting up, and then saving Duo's company. An exciting man; a challenging man; a man that Duo didn't really understand. A man who was hurting, and who was hurting him in return. Refusing to see that people can change. That history wasn't always going to repeat itself. A man he'd been in bed with only a week ago, and wanted to have back there -- sooner rather than later, dammit! He moved closer, and sat down on the arm of the couch. His thigh was close to Heero's shoulder. He saw from the way that Heero clenched his body away from him that he was fully aware of it. Good! "No-one's got the answers, Heero; there's always risk. You just do what you can, enjoy what you can --" "Better to avoid risk -" Heero's voice was a gargle at the back of his throat. He was having trouble speaking. Duo's body was too close. "Better to be on your own --" "Nah... better to be together..." Duo murmured, bending his mouth to Heero's ear. "Stay with me..." He saw the flush start in the other man's neck, saw his hands clench and open again. Oh Heero, he sighed to himself. Why are we holding back from each other? It feels so right...Any risk is worth that, isn't it? He didn't know what else to say; Heero Yuy was a mystery to him. So he did what he wanted to do -- which was to nip at his neck. Heero gasped, and stretched his throat up and away, instinctively baring it for him. "I'm tired. Don't fight me," Duo whispered. "I'm trouble. Don't bother with me," Heero groaned. "Hush..." "You want me, Duo." "Yes, that's true." "And you'll take me..." Duo sighed. "Ahh... well, that's not the first time you've been wrong about me. Takes one to take, Heero...takes two to enjoy." "You chase satisfaction all the time, nothing more --" Heero was panting slightly, and his hand was moving up to grasp Duo's shirtsleeve. "While you're freezing it out! Don't you see? Isn't there a middle ground for us?" He feels so good, thought Duo. His heart was racing, his cock was starting to demand attention. Just to touch Heero, even through his clothes; just to stroke his cheek, touch that dark, hot flesh... "I can't change my past, Heero, but I know what I feel for you is different from anything else I've ever felt. You have to forgive me for my life -- " He felt Heero shudder underneath his touch. The dark haired man's hand was sliding around his waist, tugging him towards him on the couch. "Give me a chance -- give me some respect. You're wrong about me, but I don't know how to show you I mean it." "Kiss me, then," moaned Heero, but Duo never had a chance because Heero grabbed his braid and pulled his mouth down on to his first. "P'raps I will do a bit of chasing after all!"
groaned Duo, the words muffled by Heero's glorious, questing tongue. "This fucking couch! I should either throw it out, or have it enshrined! We gonna go straight to bed this time, or do I have to persuade you again?" "Bed is fine," growled Heero. "Couch is fine. Floor is fine --" His hands were at Duo's waist, flipping the button, sliding in to find him. He dipped his head to find the patch of flesh just below the waistline. To lick at it. Duo shuddered. "Heero," he panted. He knew Heero would have him here and now, and he felt the answering thrill. "Christ, I love your enthusiasm, but you're gonna have to work on channelling that aggression -- " "I don't know how I should be," replied Heero, mouth full of soft, tight skin. He wanted all of it. "When you get me like this -- I feel like I'm mad and horny and out of control, all at once!" "Yeah -- it's good, isn't it?" chuckled Duo. He drew in a sharp breath as Heero's tongue ran down under the waist of his boxers. He grabbed at the thick, dark hair of his head and yanked him back up to face him. "We shouldn't ignore this, Heero, should we? This desire that you're so worried about? It's so good! And all that's happened -- the trouble with Sparks, with Amanda. We've seen it all through together. It's been the best time for me -- " "Yeah, right --" "No, it has been! Why are you so reluctant to believe I think a lot of you? That I want you for your company?" "I don't know --" "So what about me?" said Duo, his voice suddenly thick with what sounded like panic, barely suppressed. He pushed Heero back, dragged his half-naked body back up to sitting. "Let's get serious now -- before it's too late. Do you want my company as well? Or just the body? Do you want me?" Heero couldn't answer. He didn't know what words to use to describe what he felt. He reached out for Duo's body, to touch him, to find some anchor. Shockingly, Duo slapped his hand away. "No! Nothing doing. Not unless you agree to give it a chance. Not unless you give me something to go on." He stared with some bitterness at Heero's surprise. "Didn't think I could say no, did you?" "Damn you!" snapped Heero. He could feel the anger rising again -- it had lain dormant for days now, ever since he'd been to bed with Duo. Just thinking about that made him feel good, he realised. Until he let the other feelings in -- the confusion, the fear, the pride. Baka, he thought. I'm a fool. I've gone too far already... "I want to despise you, Duo," he spat out. Saw Duo flinch, but hold his gaze. "I want you to be the arrogant, manipulative bastard, who uses people -- fucks them, in all senses of the word. That's what you've been, in my mind. I want it to be so, so that I can resist you. I want -- "I want you." Silence for a long minute. "You still think that way? The arrogant, manipulative bastard -?" Duo's voice was small, and very wary. Hurting. "No," sighed Heero. "Then -?" "It's -- difficult for me," stammered Heero. He couldn't help it, he was leaning towards Duo, towards the fabulous, muscled, naked chest; the arms clenched to his sides; the unbuttoned pants. His fingers tingled to touch. And when he looked into the deep, expressive eyes, he saw he was being given a final chance -- to be honest for them both. "We could get together now and then sometimes, that"d be enough for me --" "Not for me," stated Duo, woodenly. "I'd just come around, you can call the times --" persisted Heero. "You could, indeed. But I ain't gonna let you in -- not on those terms." "Shit!" swore Heero. "I'll take your terms, then." Duo's eyes widened. "Not enough! Tell me what you want. What you want from me." "I'm no good at this --" "So practise!" snapped Duo. "Tell me -- or leave." Heero felt the wave of misery swamp over him at the thought. That's it, he thought! "I want you, Duo. I want to be with you, and I want you to be with me. The thought of leaving you makes me feel sick. It -- I've just felt it -- just realised it. And not just because I'm aching for you, though I want to fuck you so badly I -- I can't speak properly! It's because you lighten up everything in my life -- you make me think things all over again. You bring things into my life that I've kept out -- but good things! Like laughing, and mixing with other people, and enjoying life. You make me come out into my life, connect with it; you make me speak things I never could, make me do things I was afraid of." "You've done it again," snarled Duo. "You drive me fucking mad, then you come out with poetry like that!" "It's -- it's what you wanted to hear?" "Yeah... and I especially like the bit about wanting to fuck me so badly!" "Duo...don't joke..." "No, Heero, I'm sorry. It's good -- it's the best start. I needed to know. But no more talking." He reached for the other man; touched at his chest almost wonderingly, saw it heaving with emotion. Felt like they'd both been through some kind of catharsis. He caught Heero's hand in his -- held it, almost painfully hard, then released the pressure. Stared into the dark blue eyes that gazed at his -- both of them without defences. He pulled Heero's hand gently towards his lap, placed it on the painful bulge that advertised his arousal. Heero slipped his fingers inside the loosened clothing, and massaged him slowly. Duo moaned aloud. "Man, that's good...bed, now?" "You're a wuss..." murmured Heero. "I should just push you on your back and take it now." Duo whimpered. "Come on, then," Heero breathed into his ear, tugging him up again. "I want to feel that cock in my hand -- getting bigger. Pulsing. I want you to rub it against mine, so we can come together --" Duo was on his feet already. "What did you mean earlier?" "About you having the biggest and best cock I've ever tasted -?" grinned Duo, lazily. "No!" hissed Heero. Duo saw how his whole body blushed. Cute! "Earlier than that. About having time to rethink." Duo rolled over on to his side, his face close to the other man's. When Heero breathed, he felt the wind on his shoulder. If he stretched out a hand, he could touch the muscle of his thigh, trace its movement as Heero also shifted to face him. "I guess this crisis at the agency made me ask -- what do I really get out of all this business? All I see now is how fragile it is -- the fame, the glamour. The love of the media. They turned fast enough on me, didn't they? Don't get me wrong, I understand it's their job. But it doesn't have to be mine -- to pander to them. I'm gonna take some time out." "The businesses -? Sparks?" ~ * ~ |
