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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 9 They'd slid half off the couch, Duo was trying to coax Heero towards the bedroom and some comfort, but Heero couldn't keep his hands off him, couldn't stop kissing and caressing him. Duo thought he might just lie back and enjoy it instead. "You look so good, so very good, I want to feel it all..." Heero's hands were tugging at his own shirt, so Duo reached up to help him pull it off. The chest underneath was just as he'd imagined it, in the dark of the night -- and then some. Smooth, a dark golden hue, and a six pack to die for. To live for.... "Your hair," smiled Heero, lips at his forehead, fingers at the braid -- "I've never seen it loose...Do you ever let it loose?" No, I don't, thought Duo. Not to anyone else. Admittedly, some lovers found the braid a stimulus in itself in their sex play. Duo had also always felt it an emotional statement about himself - some part of him that he always kept back, despite being an abandoned lover. "Yes," he said aloud. For you, Heero! For that smile that I dream about, the one that's creeping around your mouth, softening you, opening you up to me. He stretched a hand to the small of his back and flipped off the band holding it bound. Heero watched as he ran his fingers through, loosening the curves, the twists, until the hair was over his shoulders and all down his back, tickling at the back of his thighs. Thighs that Heero wanted to see, to touch. "You're beautiful..." he breathed. Duo blushed -- he actually blushed! Couldn't remember doing that since high school, dammit... "Ah - Heero, about the other night --" He thought he might need to apologise somehow, for the scene in the cloakroom, though hadn't Heero been pretty fucking eager himself? -- but he couldn't really concentrate. He felt so incredible! Heero was growing in confidence, in greed. His hands were all over Duo's naked chest, caressing his hair; Duo could feel the hot skin so close, the low voice in his ear. His cock was rock hard, and straining at his pants. "It was good, Duo," came Heero's whisper of reply, through the fog of his desire. "The best feeling I've ever had! I wanted you so much, so much..." His voice was hoarse. "This isn't about the other night, Duo. It's about the last year - ever since I met you - first worked for you -- I've always wanted you..." "Uhhh.." Duo was struggling with coherency. "I can't believe this --" "Believe it," hissed Heero. He pulled away from him suddenly, quite shockingly. Duo was panting. He lay back, supported by the side of the couch, and watched with amazement as Heero hooked his fingers into the waistband of his pants, and tugged it down a little. A quick, tantalising view of his navel, of the thin, dark line of hairs that ran unerringly down to the bush below, to the sight that Duo was panting for. "Touch me, now, Duo." When Duo touched out at him, he flinched. But only for a second. He grasped Duo's wrist and pulled it tight against his chest. "Jesus," Duo breathed, "You are damn fine..." Heero's chest was tight with muscle and tension, and despite the beginnings of a thin sheen of sweat, the skin was cool to his touch. Almost hairless -- but as masculine as he could ever have dreamed. He'd had that frustrating glimpse of him at his apartment the day he'd called on him -- but this was another world entirely. He pressed a hand to the flesh, and sighed, feeling the excitement running ice-fire fingertips over his nerve ends. Everywhere... Gently, he massaged him, moving the fingers slowly but steadily down his body, down to the stomach, to the hips. Heero looked almost nervous, but Duo felt the goose bumps of response spring up under his touch. He felt the vibration of Heero's heart under his ribs, felt the sharp intake of breath. "What do you want, Heero?" he growled. "How much do you want?" "Everything..." But Duo persisted. He had to be sure -- for Heero to be sure. He knew somehow that this was critical. "You -- I kinda thought you didn't do guys --" Heero shook his head, impatiently. Pushed Duo's hand lower. "I don't do just any guy. But I want to do this guy..." The impatience was growing; Duo could see him frowning again, biting at that soft, succulent lip. "Come on, Duo, don't tease! I want to see you, without the pants... I want to do what we did in the cloakroom, again -- properly --" He tired of Duo's hesitancy, and he snatched the other man's hand away. "Enough, enough...!" and Duo found himself pressed back against the side of the couch, Heero's mouth back on his, sucking, nipping, and Heero tugging his pants down himself, until they pooled round his knees, and he impatiently kicked them away across the floor. Duo saw he had no underwear on; felt the throb in his own cock at the magnificent sight of him. Heero was big, he was fiercely erect, and there was a drop of cum at the tip of his cock already. Duo groaned. Heero had his hands at Duo's waistband now, pulling down the fine silk pants, his fingers catching in the elastic of the boxers underneath. Duo winced, as the fabric snagged on his painfully sensitive cock. "Hey, Heero, hold up -- " He didn't. Duo grasped his wrist. "You're too damn aggressive, Heero -- !" Heero sat back immediately, a stricken look on his face. "Jesus, I'm sorry -- I lose the control -- Duo, I want you so badly -- I'll go --" "No, dammit! That's not what I meant!" Duo looked into the fevered eyes of the suddenly frightened Heero and he knew he had to let him have his way. This time, at least. Or he might lose him forever. "It's all right, I'm OK with it, come here..." Almost rough himself, he pulled Heero back towards him, running his hands down as far as he could reach -- over the heaving chest, the narrow hips covered tightly with smooth skin. "Come to me, come here, it's OK..." He slipped a hand behind him, squeezed at his ass. Damn fine ass, as well! He felt Heero's hands back at his pants, eager again, pulling down the zip, and this time he let him wrench the cloth down, down over his hips, his thighs, boxers and all. He wriggled out of them, and sat back on the floor, naked and aching. He gazed back up at Heero. For a second, neither of them said or did anything. They just looked at each other's body -- amazed, delighted -- hungry. They were both panting now. Heero gave him one wide-eyed, tentative look, and then he leant forward and Duo felt his mouth on his chest, licking at the small, light covering of hair across his ribcage, suckling at his nipple. He arched up underneath Heero, grasped at his shoulders. "Damn, that feels good!" Heero smiled against Duo's skin, feeling the ripple of excitement run through the man underneath him. He never knew someone could be so sensitive -- he didn't feel the same himself, just touching his nipples. Perhaps it was different if others touched them... curiously, he slid his tongue over Duo's again, a hand on his stomach to feel the reaction. Too damn exciting! As slowly as he could bear, he started to drag his tongue down Duo's body, tasting the hot skin. He felt the other man stretch out on the floor as he did so, trying to rest comfortably under the assault. Heero anchored himself, hands on Duo's hips, and he began to lap his way down to his groin. Duo's hand wavered at his head. "Shit, Heero -- I won't last long if you keep this up --" "I want to suck you off, Duo -- I want to do it --" "Am I stoppin' you -?" bleated Duo. Heero's desire was almost overwhelming, and if Duo had been in a less emotional state, he might have protested -- tried to contribute more. But Heero's face was between his thighs, nuzzling his balls, and he was rather awkwardly rammed up against the furniture. Duo knew when he was beaten. He reached for the soft, wild hair on Heero's head, and guided him firmly to his crotch. The next few minutes were a whirl to Duo. He felt the inexpressible delight of Heero's fervent mouth, plunging straight down on to his cock; felt the warm cavern engulf him, clutch at him; he tried to speak and couldn't do anything other than groan. Heero held his hips down, but he strained up to thrust back into him, and he felt the orgasm racing uncontrollably from his groin up to his tip. Heero sucked, and licked, and as his fingers crept greedily around the base of Duo's cock, roughly disturbing his swelling balls, Duo surrendered entirely with a shout of joyous agony. He hadn't come so hard - or so quickly - in years! And Duo was aware that Heero hadn't come yet. When Heero reached for his hand, he let him lift his limp palm, and draw it over to his groin. He grinned lazily as Heero wrapped his fingers around the warm flesh, throbbing with need; damp already with sweat and its own juices. "Touch me..." whispered Heero. An order, not a request. Duo wasn't bothered either way -- he was gonna do it regardless! He lifted himself up on to his side, supported by one elbow, and he leant over the prostrate Heero. He flexed his fingers, and fisted around the hot, angry cock as gently as he could. He could feel it pulse under his fingers -- he could feel the thread of the veins along its side. His fingers barely met around it. But Heero's hand was still over his, and he realised that was never going to be enough for him; Duo felt him press insistently down over his hesitant grip. "Harder, Duo. I want it harder! You won't hurt me." Duo watched the spasms of excitement running up Heero's body as he started to pump vigorously; he was fascinated -- thrilled! This whole experience was like nothing he'd ever experienced. He felt out of control - yet he trusted that Heero wasn't, and that had to be good enough for him. He'd do anything to have this man, he realised. Heero was groaning, his hips bucked up towards Duo's fist, and he reached for his hair, to get purchase. He twisted the long strands around his wrist, Duo ignoring the painful tug to his scalp, allowing his head to be pulled nearer. "Kiss me..." Heero turned his body, still sheathed tightly in Duo's hand, and ran his free hand over Duo's hip. Insistent -- demanding. Duo wriggled closely to him, his cock already stirring back to life at the touch of Heero's skin. He draped a leg over Heero's thigh -- met Heero's tongue with his own, attacking his mouth again. And then Duo felt Heero's hand searching around his body in return and his pumping sped up. Heero was caressing his ass, his fingers were slipping in between the cheeks, and were probing - gently yet eagerly - at his puckered hole. Duo felt the chill of excitement and desire swell throughout him, and his erection was suddenly as eager as an early morning. He spread his legs wider over Heero's body, instinctively. His whisper was hoarse with need. "Do you want me? Do you wanna be in me?" Heero was gazing at him now, through heavily lidded eyes, and by some force of will that Duo would never have believed possible, he lifted Duo's hand off his cock. His own impending climax was suspended. He brought his fingers back to his mouth and he sucked at them. Duo saw the silvery trail of saliva as he drew them out. Imagined where they were going next. He shuddered, and his eyes lit up greedily. "Please, Heero..." "Soon...." With the smallest moan, Heero reached behind Duo's back, under his buttocks, and pressed a wet finger firmly into him. Duo flinched, but it was easy enough, and he stretched up towards Heero's palm, to let him know he was willing. And then Heero paused. Duo gazed into his face, aching, but suddenly concerned. "You wanna stop -?" "No," Heero growled. "Look at me," panted Duo, and Heero lifted his eyes, it seemed with an effort. "You sure you wanna do it? Do you really want me -- like this?" "You want it..." "Yeah..." hissed Duo. "I do. But I don't wanna rush it -- not if you're not ready." Heero could feel his hands shaking. He couldn't keep his eyes off Duo's body. They kept flickering from his face to his chest, to his groin, then back up again. "I want you so badly, Duo, it's a physical pain. But - it's been a while... I don't know how - what --" "A while -?" Heero groaned. "I've not had sex for months, Duo. You - I want to take you so hard - I won't last any time at all - I don't want to hurt you --" Even as he spoke, his finger was probing, curling inside Duo so that it teased at him, bringing a gasp of pure, agonising thrill to the man under him. "Jesus, Heero, I'm not fragile, y'know. Do whatever feels comfortable for you. I don't mind!" Heero stared at him, unconvinced. "I don't lie, Heero," Duo said, more softly. "I believe you," replied Heero, his voice a little strangled. "But you're the best thing I've ever seen. I just..." His words trailed away, and Duo wriggled impatiently against his hand. Reached his eager mouth to Heero's shoulder -- nipped the skin less than gently. Heero sucked in his breath. "Turn over." Duo bit his lip, and turned away from him, over on to his stomach. Heero ran his hand down his spine, tugging at the naked skin, marvelling at the muscles and the tanned flesh. "Do it," Duo gasped, his voice muffled through the silk sheets. "Who's teasing now? Top drawer - condom -lube --" He lifted his body up on to his hands and knees, watching over his shoulder as Heero fumbled for the plastic packet and the tube in the drawer beside the bed. Heero looked back at the man who was about to become his lover, and his heart almost failed him. The wide, violet eyes, greedy with desire for him, yet completely open to him, the hair loose and tangled over his shoulders. A slight smile, the chest heaving. The smooth, muscled ass held up easily by strong athletic legs - and being offered to him. Willingly. Eagerly. "Hurry," whispered Duo, hoarsely, and his gaze flickered down to look at Heero's cock, bursting with need, already dripping on to the sheets. He licked his lips as he watched Heero slide on the condom and cover it with a generous layer of lube. Heero couldn't help his wince of discomfort as he prepared himself - he needed to be in Duo soon, he needed release. Oh God, he needed it now -! He leant forward between Duo's spread legs, pushing them further apart. He gripped the braided man's waist with one hand and with the other he spread his hole. And, leaning against the body folded under him, he thrust in his desperate cock. "Yes!" gasped Duo. "Shit, Heero -!" Heero was big, and despite being more than eager for him, Duo hadn't been prepared enough physically. He was shocked by his force. It had been a while since he'd had a guy himself... Heero stilled immediately, bent over his back. Duo marvelled at what control that must have taken, for he could feel Heero's cock hard and fierce inside him, and he knew how badly he wanted to come. "I hurt you --" "No -," groaned Duo. "Just - adjusting. Go on --" "No --" "I said, go on! Fuck me, Heero! As hard as you want!" Heero gave a small cry, his voice muffled in Duo's hair, and Duo knew that any control his lover had was now lost. He leant back into Heero, to encourage him, and the dark-haired man slammed back into him. Duo felt the vibration through his body, felt the ripple of ecstasy in his groin. Heero pulled out, but was back in immediately, even harder if possible, and from his groans, Duo knew that his orgasm was near. Heero thrust again, and twice again, hand twisted almost cruelly in Duo's hair, pulling his head back - Duo felt the breath squeezed from him, as Heero's other hand snaked round and clutched his chest. The dark-haired man was sheathed so deeply into him that he felt he was melded to him, that they'd become one body. And then that hand was reaching down to Duo's own cock, grown back to a full, aching erection. Heero's strong fingers grasped him, and pumped fiercely. "Shit --" Duo groaned again. "Duo, I'm coming --!" Heero grunted into his back. "Come with me --" "Heero, not again, so soon, I can't -- " But maybe he could, he realised to his aching amazement, and anyway, he didn't think Heero could hear him now. Heero's hips were crushed to his ass, fingertips clutching and marking his soft flesh. He was coming up inside Duo with spasm after spasm, and the sound that was coming from his throat was a deep keening, a moaning that both their bodies were singing to. "Hell yes, I can come with you!" thought Duo,
through a shower of white light and a yell of agonised delight. His
legs almost gave out; he was only held up by Heero's strong arms as
he shook and the cum streamed out of him over the sheets below. "Whatever
you want, Heero! I'm all yours!" "I can't... I have work to do. Duo, I was a disappointment, I know --" "Stay the night." "No... I was too fast, too aggressive, you said so yourself..." "Heero," Duo sighed. "Shut up. It was fantastic." I'd be more enthusiastic, he thought, but my body is wrecked -- in the most perfect way! "Too fast..." "Nah... too little..." smirked Duo, his eyelids drooping. "Plenty of time to practise, eh?" He rolled slightly, to gaze into Heero's troubled eyes. Satisfied -- but troubled. "Please shut up," he murmured, softening it with a smile. "Please stay. I need you to." Heero might have argued more, but the pressure of Duo's hand on his side filled him with a strange comfort. He realised how exhausted he was himself. He realised this just as his own eyes slid closed. And he slept. Duo lay awake a little longer, marvelling at the sight and feel of Heero in his bed. Beside him. A sight he'd never thought to see! Asleep, his face was clear of everything, his limbs in a state of unusual relaxation. Duo thought his deep breathing might become a snore, and he grinned like a child at the thought. But what a night it had been! He'd told Heero it had been fantastic, and it had -- but he also felt rather disorientated. He touched -- gently -- at his side and winced. He thought that bruises were already raising there, from where Heero had gripped him so hard. He couldn't remember having such fast, aggressive sex in all his adult life. Or coming so fucking hard... his cock gave a stir at the memory, though he knew it was only a gesture. Who was this man, Heero Yuy? Was his fucking always like this? Duo wanted the chance to find out! And -- dammit -- the chance to show him other ways it could be. And ignoring the physical; Duo felt a deeper change in some way -- he felt shaken by the experience. Heero had come to him, he'd told him things about himself that Duo doubted he'd told anyone else. He'd wanted Duo badly -- he admitted that. But there'd been little tenderness in the sex -- no submission. They'd both vented anger; they'd exposed their strength and their aggression to each other. Was the whole thing nothing more than lust and desire? What do I want? Duo wondered. I want something more, don't I? Sharp on the heels of that thought came another, rather more bitter. What I want counts for nothing! His hand rested on the warm, smooth skin of Heero's hip. For nothing... he mused. What matters is what Heero
will want. ~ * ~ |
