"Of Fruitbaskets and Beaches "

Written By: Jewel of Hell

Disclaimer: Don't own nothin' but these words.

Rating: NC 17

Warnings: PWP, total fluff, silliness, language, yaoi, lime, tangerine, grapefruit, kumquat, orange, pomegranate, pummelo, lemon, Relena bashing, violence, MAJOR OOCness, fruitiness, Bitch Squad

Pairings: 1x2

Summary: I couldn't begin to summarize this story. Your best bet is to read it and find out. Contains copious amounts of citrus and silliness. Read if you dare!

" Of Fruitbaskets and Beaches "

Fourth Installment: Heero Christens the Girls

Two weeks into his relationship with Duo, Heero realized he was madly in love with the long-haired boy who acted like a girl. Lamasu had summed it up perfectly: Duo was just damn cute. He was cute without even trying. Everything he did was cute.

I haven't seen him in . . . how long has it been? Thirteen hours? That's too long. I think I'll give him a call and take him out somewhere. Nodding, thus making up his mind, Heero grabbed his cell and called the first number on speed dial.

It only rang twice. "Hi, Heero!" that sweet voice that Heero was nuts for sang. "Whatcha doin'?"

"Nothing," Heero replied, flopping back on his bed with a grin, "which is why I called. Let me take you out today."

There was a slight pause, and Heero could imagine that cute nose wrinkling slightly in thought. "Um, actually, I'm going shopping today. I have a few errands to run. But . . . um, do you wanna come? I'd love to have your company."

Shopping? Actually, Heero couldn't think of many things he'd rather do less than shopping. But there was nothing he'd rather do more than be with Duo. Oh, well. There were probably plenty of places where there were no people to steal a few kisses.

"Sure," he said after a moment.

"Really?" Duo exclaimed. "Oh, you're the best, Hee-ro! Then come over here? I'm not even half ready to go, yet."

Heero smiled. "Sure. I'll be there in a bit, okay?"

"Okay!"

Snapping his cell shut, he jumped up and quickly threw on some decent clothes. Grabbing his keys, he bolted to the garage. It wasn't until he was climbing into the driver seat that he noticed Extreme had followed him, tail wagging excitedly.

Laughing, Heero ruffled his ears. "Not today, hn? I'm going out with Duo."

Extreme huffed as if to say 'again?' but he let Heero herd him back into the house. Then he roared off down the road.

Flipping on the stereo, he let the driving beat of the techno go to his head. The longer he was with Duo the more painfully he wanted him. Maybe today he would seduce Duo into something a little . . . more than hot and deep kisses. He'd gotten pretty good at reading Duo, and he was certain he'd be able to tell if Duo was ready for that or not. If not, Heero would keep waiting. If so . . . Heero licked his lips. He really hoped so.

When he got to the Maxwell mansion he parked his truck and went inside without knocking. Duo's parents knew him by now, and the missus acted like he was part of the family. He didn't really know Mr. Maxwell yet, but there was plenty of time for that.

He paused outside Duo's door and knocked. "Duo?"

"Come in, Heero," his obsession called.

As soon as he opened the door a ball of white and black fur attacked him. Pulling a face, he pulled Precious off his face. "Yeah, it's good to see you too, mutt. No, I don't have any treats, and no, I didn't come here for you." He set her down, ignoring her pout.

Duo was in the bathroom, applying sparkling purple eyeshadow to his eyelids. Heero froze, unable to take a step further when he laid eyes on his boyfriend. Duo was wearing a pair of barely-there cutoffs, the black denim so tight it looked painted on. They rode so high in the back as he leaned forward Heero could actually see the smooth, pale undercurve of his perfect little ass. He wore nothing else.

Heero suddenly felt tight in places that didn't need any stimulation. All the blood drained away from his brain so fast he felt light-headed. He was fairly certain his vocabulary had been reduced to pre-caveman.

Duo caught sight of him in the mirror and turned, a delightfully uncertain look on his face. "Heero?"

Before Heero's malfunctioning mind could catch up, he was in the bathroom, trapping Duo between the counter and his body, kissing him insistently. Duo warmed to him immediately, opening his mouth for Heero's plundering tongue. Heero ran his hands down Duo's naked back, relishing in the feel of his silken skin. Duo's slim, pale arms wound around his neck, soft sounds of approval pouring from his throat. Heero swallowed them eagerly, his hands finding that delectable ass and squeezing.

Duo jumped, pulling back with a startled look on his face. "Heero," he began, sounding a little breathless, "what–"

Heero didn't give him the chance to finish that. He pressed their lips together again, thrusting his tongue into Duo's mouth in mimicry of what his body really wanted. Duo moaned, and Heero ground their pelvises together. Duo's response was instantaneous and exactly what Heero wanted. Hard heat met hard heat and Duo's legs left the floor, wrapping around Heero's waist.

That was all the invitation he needed. Easily supporting Duo's weight, Heero carried him to the bed and let them fall. He did keep himself from falling directly on top of Duo, afraid of hurting him, but Duo didn't seem to notice. His mouth was panting and insistent, pressing hot little kisses to Heero's neck as if begging for more.

Heero gave him more. Once more bringing their lips together he boldly gripped between Duo's thighs, squeezing gently, gauging his reaction. Duo jumped again, but this time he arched into Heero's touch. Grinning around the kiss, Heero stroked him through the rough material of his shorts. Delicious mewls and whimpers of pleasure bubbled up from Duo's throat, driving Heero half-mad with lust.

He wrenched his mouth away. "Duo," he gasped, "is this . . . I want us to do this together."

Maybe because his hand hadn't stopped moving, Duo gave no response other than to toss his head and moan. It took every ounce of Heero's will power to pull away, wringing a pitiful whine from Duo.

"Together," he said again.

This time, Duo nodded. His eyes were glazed and dark with passion. Reaching up with fingers that trembled, he unzipped Heero's jeans and reached inside. His hand was smooth and cool, the difference in temperature enough to shock Heero into momentary stillness. Hissing, it was all he could to not come right there. Not like Duo's hand was experienced or even fantastically skilled. It's just that this was Duo, the person he most wanted touching him.

For long moments all he could do was kneel over Duo, body vibrating like a violin string strummed with too much force. All he could do was feel as Duo's cool hand shyly pet and stroked the center of his burning desire. He only came back to himself when Duo made a soft sound not unlike a whimper.

"Heero . . ." he whispered. Voice so filled with need Heero thought he'd come just listening to it.

With one arm he drew Duo close while his free hand opened Duo's shorts and slid inside, finding his prize and wrapping warm fingers around it. Duo's hips jerked up in reply, driving into the warm tunnel of his hand. Heero kneaded and stroked the hot length, leaning forward to nibble the perfect shell of Duo's ear.

"Just do what I do," he breathed when Duo's own hand faltered.

"Heero . . ." Duo whimpered as his hand resumed its stroking.

It felt fantastic. The pleasure was bright, sharp, and so intense it took Heero's breath away. He had never wanted to do this with anyone else, never wanted to touch or be touched this way until he met Duo. There was so much he wanted to share with this boy currently panting and trembling in his arms. Heero pulled him even closer, pressing his mouth to Duo's, kissing him deeply. Duo's tongue writhed against his, his free hand clutching Heero's arm.

He felt it when Duo reached his limit. When every muscle in Duo's body suddenly went rigid, when his thighs quivered and his breathing hitched. His eyes squeezed shut, his face beautiful in its unrestrained ecstasy. Watching him and the feel of liquid heat hitting his hand was what pushed Heero over the edge, following his boyfriend down into a mind-numbing spiral of sweet bliss.

For a time, they lay on the bed, both trying to regain control of their breathing, Heero still lying on top of Duo from where he'd collapsed. He could feel Duo's body slowly stop shuddering and pressed soft kisses to the boy's lips, cheeks, neck, and throat. Anywhere he could reach.

"Heero," Duo said softly with a tiny giggle, "you're kinda heavy . . ."

Grinning apologetically, Heero rolled off him, tugging Duo with him so their positions were reversed. Duo idly traced random patterns across Heero's chest with a fingertip, the cool kiss of his breathing feathering over Heero's skin. Heero buried one hand in Duo's beautiful hair, stroking through the thick tresses.

"Thank you," he murmured, kissing Duo's forehead. "I've been wanting to do that since I first laid eyes on you."

Duo shifted to look up at him, his eyes curious. "Why didn't you?"

Heero blinked. "What kind of pushy cad would that make me?"

Giggling, Duo snuggled into him, tucking his head beneath Heero's chin. "Mm."

Downstairs, he heard the door open and the unmistakable sound of girls. Frowning, he looked down at his boyfriend. "Don't tell me the Bitch Squad is coming, too?"

Duo blinked. Bemused, he sat up to look down at his boyfriend. "What did you just call them?"

Heero shrugged, not looking defensive in the least. "The Bitch Squad?"

Duo giggled. "But . . . why that?"

Sitting up himself, Heero kissed the boy now in his lap. "Because I can't remember their names. This is easier. And it's appropriate."

"They're all bitches?" Duo inquired, head canting to the side.

If he knew what that action did to Heero, he might have done it more often. "Well enough," Heero replied, sounding a little . . . strained or something.

"Oh, here they all are and I'm not even half ready!" Duo fussed, leaping off the bed. Hurrying into the bathroom, he once more tackled applying makeup. He thought his actions were a little abrupt, but it was a good way to hide his nervousness. Not that he regretted what had just happened. On the contrary, he wanted it to happen again and again. But would Heero think he was weird?

I think I'm falling in love with him. I think about him all the time. No, that wasn't true either. He was in love with Heero. He'd known that since after their first date. Maybe even their first encounter. And he wanted more.

Much, much more. In the mirror he saw Heero walk up behind him and wrap his arms around his waist, a solid, reassuring presence at his back. Giving his boyfriend a quick smile, he tried to concentrate on the task at hand. It wasn't easy.

Downstairs, Syriith and Kyra led the way up to Duo's bedroom. Syriith was a little surprised to see Heero's truck in the driveway. Did that mean he was coming along with them? In retrospect, she supposed it was a Good Thing. None of the girls knew Heero all that well–he had taken to monopolizing Duo's time–and she wanted to find out what kind of person he was. If he deserved Duo.

Because of their order, she and Kyra were the first to walk into Duo's bedroom. On the threshold she paused when a peculiar odor hit her nose. For a moment she couldn't place it. Then she blinked, eyes falling on the somewhat-messy bed. Raising a perfectly-shaped eyebrow, she glanced at Kyra.

Kyra met her gaze. It clearly said, do you see what I see? At Syriith's fractional nod, the two of them grinned. Syriith's only regret was that it had happened before she'd arrived.

"That's hot," she murmured.

"I know," Kyra agreed.

The other four pushed into the room, so Syriith and Kyra hurried to the bed, straightening the covers and erasing the evidence. The rest of the girls remained blissfully ignorant.

"Duo!" Lydia sang, drifting to the bathroom. "Is Heero here?"

"Is he coming with us?" Adriana added, right behind her.

"Yeah," came Duo's reply.

Syriith peeked into the bathroom to see Heero standing behind Duo, arms around his waist and chin resting on the boy's shoulder. Somehow, that position was so inherently sweet that some of Syriith's ice melted a little. Maybe he was all right.

"Here," Lydia said, "let me help. Oh, Heero, do you have to stand right there? You're in the way!"

At Lydia's insistent push, Heero backed up and Adriana whisked him out of the bathroom. He looked very, very irritated. Syriith had to admit he looked pretty damn fine. He wore a black, long-sleeved shirt under an emerald tee decorated with black flame designs. His black jeans fit his form nicely, the straight-leg cut adding a certain level of style. As usual his hair looked stylishly messy, and there was a shine to his cobalt eyes that had not been there before.

The gleam of someone who has just gotten what he wanted. Syriith pursed her lips and looked at Kyra again. Kyra was watching Heero, too, and she looked amused.

"Hi, Heero," she said. "Are you actually coming shopping with us girls?" As an afterthought, "And Duo?"

"I want to be with Duo," Heero replied, sounding a little testy. "He told me he had some errands to do and asked if I wanted to come. I didn't realize the whole Bitch Squad would be coming, too."

Syriith and Kyra raised their eyebrows. "Bitch Squad?" they both echoed, even more amused.

At this point Duo and Lydia reentered the bedroom, rummaging through Duo's wardrobe. Heero had effectively captured every single girl's attention. He looked completely unruffled. Syriith had to admire his audaciousness.

"Yeah," Heero said with a liquid shrug. "There's too many of you to remember your names."

Kyra actually laughed. "Guys are so funny. Okay, so if we're the Bitch Squad, you must have some labels for us to keep us separate in your mind, yes?"

"Might as well," Heero said. "Like her." He pointed at Lydia. "I've seen her around people. Definitely Frisky Bitch. Damn if she's not just like a hyperactive puppy."

Lydia put her hands on her hips as if to protest, but then she subsided. "Yeah, okay. I guess so."

"And her," Heero pointed to Jade, "Pixie Bitch. She's like a hippie fairy."

Jade smiled slightly. "Only, you know I don't do drugs. Totally unnatural."

"And you," Heero said, looking at Kyra, "Queen Bitch."

Kyra blinked. "Really? Why?"

"Because you're obviously the ringleader."

After a moment, Kyra nodded. "Okay."

Heero looked at Syriith. "You . . . you're scary. Scary Bitch."

Syriith refrained from saying that Heero didn't look scared. Nor even slightly intimidated. Oh, well. Guys were strange. She did nod to let him know that was fine.

Now he looked at Adriana. "You're freaking sex on legs."

"Sexy Bitch?" Adriana piped up, looking pleased.

Heero rolled his eyes. "Damn straight."

"And me?" Ivy demanded.

Last Heero looked at her. "And you . . . you're just a bitch. But I'll call you Ninja Bitch."

She seemed to consider.

Lydia giggled. "That works, Ivy. I like it."

Duo, who had been giggling hysterically to this point, looked at Heero. "Which bitch am I?" he pouted.

Heero Looked at him. "My bitch," he said firmly.

Smiling happily, looking perfectly content with that, Duo launched himself into Heero's arms and landed there with his legs around Heero's waist. Syriith noted the ease with which Heero caught him. The ice melted a little more.

"I'm good with that," Duo murmured.

Syriith saw the way Heero's hand cupped Duo's cute little . . . maybe a little too proprietary . . . but it was kinda hot.

Chapter 5

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