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"Chances"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: Ain’t mine. Ain’t gonna
be mine. I’ve just permanently borrowed them, no worries! Warnings: No spoilers, no timeline. AU, Romance,
lemon, some language (not much) Rating: NC-17 (maybe) Pairings: 2x1, 3x4 and 5xM established Author’s Notes: Drumroll, please! *crickets
chirp* Ah, yeah…anyway, here is the sequel to Take a Chance.
To all of those beautiful, wonderful people who C&Cd me, arigato!
*huggles* I truly appreciate it. If you wish to do the same to Chances,
I’m certainly not going to complain! And now, Lights! Camera!
Action! *emphasis* //phone conversations// " Chances"
Chapter Nine: All or Nothing When you give each other everything, it becomes an even trade. Each wins all. Lois McMaster Bujold, A Civil Campaign, 1999
Duo was still staring at the wedding band on his left hand some fifteen minutes later while they were waiting for their order. He had declared that they needed to celebrate, and everyone had agreed that Black Angus sounded perfect for a late lunch. Truthfully, he had just been buying time for the idea to sink in. At the ripe old age of seventeen, he was married. Heero was eyeing him sideways, having a fairly accurate idea of why Duo was staring in a daze at his left hand. They hadn’t had a lot of time to deal with rings, but Heero had managed to pick out a pair that he felt were perfect. Duo’s was a solid white gold, with amethysts set in the middle to match his eyes. His own was also white gold, but with dark sapphire in the center. But it wasn’t the rings that Duo was focused on: it was the meaning and import behind them. Leaning closer he murmured, “Relax. You’ll get used to the idea in fifty years or so.” Duo nearly jumped out of skin when Heero’s voice showed up right next to his ear. When the words impacted he smiled and looked up. “It just feels weird, y’know?” “I know.” “Don’t worry about it too much, Duo.” Quatre had the most satisfied smile on his face, eyes darting over to Trowa’s face every few seconds. “You won’t be alone in this for long.” While everyone was still trying to decipher just what Quatre meant by that peculiar statement, the blonde raised his left hand and Trowa’s, showing identical rings. Trowa shrugged, slightly embarrassed by the focused attention. “He proposed last night.” Duo let out a whoop and fell on the two of them—well, as much as possible with the table in the way—and hugged them, demanding details. Meiran took the clearer route and slid out from the table to go on the other side, adding her voice into the bombardment of questions. Heero and Wufei exchanged a dry look, then reached out to drag their significant others back into their respective seats. “It’s about time!” Meiran feigned a glower at the two, fighting a smile. “I was seriously worried that I might have to get you both drunk or something.” “When?” Duo was almost bouncing in his seat, just to keep in the urge to dance around the table in happiness. These two had become dear friends in the past month or so, and he was more than happy with the idea of gaining Quatre as a brother-in-law. “When are you going to tie the knot?” “We’re not sure.” Quatre confessed. “I’d like to have my parents there, if at all possible.” Trowa added quietly. “They’ll be upset enough, I think, that they missed Heero’s.” “Hn.” Heero hadn’t really considered that aspect. He had been more focused on Duo than anyone else. “Don’t worry about it.” Quatre advised Duo, seeing the slightly panicked look on his face. “Sara will accept you with open arms. Odin will need about five minutes to get used to the idea, and then he’ll be the same way.” “Right.” Duo’s smile of agreement was a bit forced—after all, he had never met these people and had no idea what to think of them—but he was determined to enjoy the steak and fries set before him. With some effort he pushed that out of his mind to deal with at another time, and focused on the here and now. There was a great deal of laughter and teasing in the group, but when it was finished the four tactfully left so that the newlyweds could have some time alone. Trowa switched an overnight bag over to Quatre’s car, silently declaring his intentions to leave the house to them for the night. Heero gave his brother a thankful nod and slipped into the driver’s seat of the Honda. Quatre caught Duo before he could follow Heero and whispered to him urgently while slipping something into his back pocket. “That’s lube. You don’t necessarily need to use it tonight. I think Heero would understand if you want to slow things down a little and get used to everything first before taking that step. After all, he proposed to you yesterday morning.” Duo nodded, drawing in a shaky breath. It wasn’t just butterflies in his stomach, it was a dozen or so leap frogs having a high jump competition. “Right.” “Duo…it really is up to you, but…you don’t have to worry about Heero. What I mean is, you can trust him completely. He won’t mock you.” “I know, Q.” This time Duo really did smile. “I never would have agreed to this if I had doubts about him.” “Good.” Quatre gave him a brief hug. “I’ll see you later.” “Okay.” Duo turned to get into the car, paused, then turned back. “Hey Q!” He waited until the blond turned back around. “Thanks. For everything.” Quatre nodded and gave him an analyst’s salute before turning back around. Duo grinned innocently when Heero gave him a questioning glance, but didn’t fill in his boyf—husband, he was his husband now. Duo covered the brief hiccup in his thinking process by thumping the roof with his knuckles and ordering with great dignity, “Home, James!” Heero’s eyes cut sideways to give Duo a baleful look. “Hn.” “Aw, man, not with the grunting thing!” Duo twisted a little so that he was snuggled right next to Heero. To his surprise, the gesture felt even more normal now that they were married. Maybe this was a good idea in more ways than just one. Putting his chin on Heero’s shoulder he looked at the Japanese teen soulfully. “Hee-chan—” Heero grumbled a few curse words under his breath. “Who taught you that?” “Quatre.” Duo grinned. Heero growled some more. “And Trowa taught him.” Duo added mercilessly. “And we all know who taught Trowa…” “K’so.” Heero focused on getting them out of the parking lot, since it was hard to think with Duo snuggled up against him. “I knew it was a mistake to let you have that carrot cake.” “Nah. This way I have a LOT of energy to burn.” Duo batted his eyes teasingly. When Heero gave him an uncertain glance, Duo stayed silent a moment to consider everything. Apparently he wasn’t the only one who had questions on just what the other expected. From the beginning Heero had let Duo set the pace, and even though they were now official, Duo doubted that would change. So it would be up to him to set up the right signals. Deliberately he unbuttoned the top three buttons of Heero’s shirt and slipped his hand inside, exploring casually. “Hey husband-mine, how far away are we from the house?” Heero swallowed convulsively past a constricted throat. Honestly, he hadn’t expected anything from Duo that night. He had rushed things enough, he hadn’t wanted to build his marriage on a shaky foundation by pushing for more. “An hour or so.” “Really.” Duo popped another button open. “Do you think you can speed things up a little?” The drive from Tullahoma to Nashville was made in a record breaking twenty-five minutes that day. Thankfully, the Highway Patrol knows nothing about it. + They hit the door with their mouths locked, Heero fumbling with one hand to get the key into the door and the door unlocked. During the drive Duo had managed to completely unbutton Heero’s shirt and tease him to the boiling point. Now Heero wasn’t sure if he could survive long enough to get inside the house. The door finally decided to cooperate, forgiving both sex obsessed teenagers for their fumbling, and opened. Duo wasted no time in dragging them both inside, kicking the door closed behind them. Blindly he navigated them into the living room and towards the couch. “Bed.” Heero protested in between kisses. “Uh-uh. Waited long enough. No more.” Duo somehow managed to shed his shirt and push Heero onto the couch at the same time. As much as Heero was enjoying being pinned to the couch with an amorous Duo wriggling on top of him, he felt that something had to be said. “Duo, you don’t have to—I’m not expecting—” They both stilled as the words drifted in the air between them. Duo lifted Heero’s left hand, putting a kiss on the wedding band. “You know what this means?” Heero could think of several answers to that question, but he had a suspicion that Duo was looking for one in particular. “Tell me.” “No holding back. From now on, I don’t have to hold back.” Duo leaned forward, rubbing his lips against his husband’s softly. “Love you.” Heero pulled him forward, devouring the mouth above his hungrily. “No holding back.” He whispered huskily in agreement. They both started tugging on the remaining clothes, letting them land in whatever direction they were tossed. Duo let out a happy little humming noise when their bare skin came into contact. “Sexy.” Duo noted approvingly, letting his eyes roam over Heero’s frame. “In fact, for a bod like this, clothes should be illegal.” Heero rolled his eyes. “Hey, Hee-chan, are you blushing?” Heero used the element of surprise to flip positions, pinning Duo to the couch, trapping the other’s hands over his head. Ignoring Duo’s inarticulate protests, he leaned forward and started nibbling on an ear, rubbing his erection in shallow thrusts against the other’s. Duo groaned, arching to meet those thrusts. “That feels really good. Harder.” Heero ignored that command as well, trailing his mouth down to where he could scrape teeth and tongue on the smooth skin of Duo’s neck. Mmm. A nice blended concoction of male and slightly salty skin. Marvelous flavor. Duo’s head fell back by instinct, but his rising need wasn’t going to let him lay there passively. “Heero, so help me, if you don’t do something with that mouth of yours in about five seconds I’m going to slug you—” Duo had teased him consistently for twenty-five minutes without mercy. Heero was determined to return the favor. He kept the braided teen’s wrists trapped in his and continued his leisurely trail down the body under his. “Oh you are so going to pay fo—ahh! Nnn.” Heero grinned around the flesh in his mouth and lashed his tongue against the nipple again, just to see if he could get the same effect. Duo twisted and groaned low in his throat. Yup, same effect. Heero wrote that up as one of Duo’s weak points and switched over to the other side. By the time that he had worked down to the impressive erection Duo was boasting, both of them were covered in a fine sheet of sweat, lungs pumping like they had just run a triathlon. Heero wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. He had been hard for well over a half hour now, and his patience was running thin. “’Ro…back pocket…” Heero, puzzled by the instruction, looked up to catch Duo’s eyes. “What?” “Lube. Back pocket.” Heero lifted his head, trying to spot Duo’s jeans. Ah, there they were! How they had managed to land under the coffee table was a mystery, and one that he wasn’t really concerned with figuring out just at that moment. He had to release one of Duo’s hands to reach out and snag a pants leg, dragging it closer. Duo didn’t waste any time in taking advantage of his partial freedom. Duo grinned when Heero hissed and jerked a little in his grip. Ah, finally he had a chance to gain a little ground. He teased the slit of the cock in his hand, then gave it a slow pump. The effect was that Heero fumbled the tube and dropped it. “Focus, ‘Ro.” Duo admonished, his hand still moving in a slow rhythm. He leaned forward and bit the shoulder above him none too gently. “K’so.” Heero used his weight to pull Duo off the couch, then caught him and lowered him onto the coffee table. Duo barely managed an indignant “Hey—” before Heero used his mouth and tongue to shut him up. He kept them both pleasantly distracted with the deep-throated kiss as he unscrewed the lid and squeezed a decent amount of lube on his fingers. Never in his life had he been uke before, but then, Duo had never gone further than a hand job. Period. The light touches of Heero’s fingers were both exciting and nerve wracking. He had an intellectual idea of what to expect, and that was it. The first finger went in easily enough, and Duo forced himself to relax. This wasn’t going to hurt. He let Heero focus on the prep and went back to tormenting, running inquisitive fingers over the body poised on top of him. When the second finger penetrated, it wasn’t a big deal. A little tighter of a fit, but nothing to really spaz about. Duo was more intent on tracing every major muscle group within his reach, especially around the upper thighs and abdomen. When those three fingers hit a certain spot, however, the story changed. Duo arched back, momentarily blinded by stars. “Wow. What the hell was that?” Heero shrugged in feigned innocence. “This?” Duo twisted when Heero hit the spot again, groaning. “Okay that did it. ‘Ro, you’ve got three seconds to pull those fingers out and put something else in, and then I’ll be hunting for a butcher knife.” As much as Heero was enjoying driving his partner crazy, there was just enough sobriety in that threat to make him obey orders. The fact that he was close to the edge himself had nothing whatsoever to do with it. Carefully he eased himself inside, the hands on either side of the coffee table going white with strain as he tried to hold himself back. Duo wrapped both legs around him, tilting his hips up to meet him. “That…” Duo panted “feels so…good…” “Hai.” He was seated to the hilt now, and staying still for a moment so that they could both adjust. Heero lifted one hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and nearly collapsed on top of Duo when the muscles surrounding his length tightened. Slamming the hand back down to catch himself, Heero looked down at the violet eyes in astonishment. “How…did you—” Duo looked like he would start purring like the cat that had gotten away with eating the canary. “Didn’t you know? Dancers have *exquisite* control over every muscle.” To prove his point he did flexed those muscles again. Heero’s hands refused to support him and he slammed down to his elbows. “Shimatta.” The curse was almost reverent. Duo laughed, the sound playing around low in his chest. Hooking both hands over Heero’s shoulders he moved up in a silent demand. Heero’s head dropped, sucking in as much air as his lungs could hold as he moved out, then in. Duo matched him, using that exquisite control of his to tighten when Heero thrust in. The fire that motion ignited almost did him in. Their pace was fast, almost brutal. Heero couldn’t have slowed down if his life depended on it, and Duo stripped away every thought of control before it could even form. He was enjoying the pounding sensation too much. Heero angled the thrusts, hitting Duo’s prostrate. He didn’t want to come without making sure that Duo was satisfied first. They didn’t last long. The foreplay had been too drawn out for that. Duo thrust back hard and screamed when he came, his hands twisting in Heero’s hair. When he felt Duo climax, Heero thrust in one last time before letting go, his body shaking in reaction. After a few minutes of regenerating necessary brain cells, Duo snorted. “I’m never going to be able to look at this coffee table again in quite the same way.” Heero’s mouth twitched in a smile. “Hn.” “Is that Heero-ese for ‘that was great, let’s do it again’?” “You need to update your dictionary.” Heero told him, pushing himself up to his elbows so that Duo could breathe. “What I actually said was ‘Bed. Now’.” “Oh I get it now. You only married me because of my hot body.” Heero grinned. “Well, that was ONE reason…” “You want to sleep on the couch tonight?” Duo demanded. “Hn.” “Yuy, I swear, if you grunt at me one more time—” “Maxwell-Yuy.” Heero corrected softly, tracing the edge of Duo’s jaw line with a fingertip. And how, precisely, do you stay mad when Heero looks at you like that? Duo reluctantly gave up being irritated and grinned. “Right. That’s going to take some getting used to.” Heero stood and pulled Duo up from the table surface. “While you’re getting used to it, let’s go to bed.” “Jeez, you really do have a one track mind—” Hoping to get Duo back into a bantering mood, Heero shrugged. “Hn.” “Okay that’s it, you’re dead.” Duo took off after him, tearing up the stairs and yelling threats as he went. The door slammed shut behind them, which was the only sound in the house for the rest of the day. + Duo laid awake, facing the wall with Heero warm and quiet at his back. He had only napped for an hour, maybe two, before his overactive imagination had woken him up. Strange dreams and flighty images of facing Dekim alone had driven all sleep from him. Now that he was awake, he knew that it was ridiculous. Heero would never let him face that jerk alone. The real fear was losing everything that he had gained. Only for a couple of boxes of clothes, manga, and music; it seemed a petty reason to risk anything. “Koi.” Heero murmured against his neck. “Why aren’t you sleeping?” Duo hadn’t even twitched, so how had Heero known…? “Did I wake you up?” “You’re tense.” Heero replied, shifting closer. “What are you thinking about?” “I don’t want to go back to Aunt Helen’s.” Duo tried to keep his voice level, but it came out harsh anyway. “Duo—” “I can buy clothes.” He continued, not wanting Heero to argue with him. “We don’t need to go back. I can always call Aunt Helen and explain—” “Duo.” Heero leaned up on an elbow to look at his face. “Koi, there’s no need to be afraid.” “It’s not worth it, Heero.” Duo snapped, twisting to face him. “Don’t you get it? What I have now—the life that I have now—is perfect. It’s everything that I’ve ever wished for and more. I’m not going to risk it for stuff that I can easily replace!” Heero sat up, pulling Duo into his arms, cradling him. “Duo, if you truly don’t wish to go, I will respect that. We’ll call your aunt, or arrange to meet somewhere if you feel that you need to tell her face to face.” Duo sighed, burrowing in. “I’m sensing a ‘but’ here.” Heero pressed a kiss against his forehead. “But I want you to remember this. I’ll be there to back you up every step of the way. Besides, I rather hoped that Dekim would try something. I was looking forward to breaking every bone in his body.” Duo snorted a laugh, helplessly. He looked up, eyes soft. “I don’t want to spoil your fun, babe. Let’s go tomorrow afternoon, alright?” His husband nodded. “Suki desu, koi.” Duo returned the sweet kiss and smiled. “Love you too.” ~~~~~~ Honor: Okay, enough with the fluff and sap! Time to
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