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"In My Lover's Arms "Written By: Jewel of Hell Disclaimer: Don't own nothin' but these words Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Yaoi, lemon, violence, slavery, language, war, torture, fear of the unknown, AU/Fantasy/Drama Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, other Summary: New part, new warnings, new dedications, new threats, new dangers. IF YOU HAVE NOT READ "In My Master's Arms", DO SO BEFORE READING THIS STORY! This one will not make much sense otherwise. Also, this one picks up pretty much exactly where its prequel leaves off, so I will NOT recap. I hate recap. Blegh.
"In My Lover's Arms "
"I tell you, when those Tower dogs arrive, we should imprison them and execute them!" Duo sighed, listening to the Grand Duke Ervram Selsdor rant. Heero's new advisory council were all a bit . . . single-minded when they had a goal in sight. "Really, Your Highness," Lady Ferela Staffire said in her dulcet tones, giving Duo a pretty frown, "they should be punished for their extreme gall in believing they have any right to enslave our king." "The rest of the blasted world is too afraid of him to face him themselves!" Ervram burst out. "So what do they do? They send their little lapdogs to do their dirty work. Well, they won't succeed!" Duo wasn't sure whether to laugh or scream. "Unsavory lot, all of them," Lady Shiria Tomshjon agreed with a shudder. "Disagreeable and horrendously misinformed." Perhaps laugh. "Cannot be trusted even in the slightest bit," Lady Ferela chipped in. Perhaps scream. "We're a little off topic," Duo said, sighing and rubbing his temples. "I was one of them, remember?" The lovely High Duchess, Velina Rysale, uttered a soft, golden laugh. "You most certainly were not, Your Highness. Those sorcerers who run the Tower are worse than dogs, obediently bowing their heads and accepting the collars. Coveting them, even. And worse still, they impose this ridiculous enslavement on others who have no wish to be collared. You never lost your soul to them." Surprised and touched by her words, Duo floundered for something to say. Ferela and Shiria immediately agreed. "She's right, Duo. You aren't one of them." "Anyone who accepts slavery cannot be trusted," Ferela added. Duo felt overwhelmed by the genuine warmth behind their words, and he felt every bit the young boy he was. It must have shown on his face, because Velina reached out and touched his hand with a smile. "Unlike the Council of Nine, you may rely on us to do what's best for our kingdom. And frankly, you and His Majesty King Heero are what's best for us." Her smile deepened. "And you won't always be a child, Duo." She winked. Blushing and then fiercely cursing his fair complexion, Duo smoothed the front of his tunic. "Heero and I will be freeing any sorcerers who wish to be freed," he returned to the original reason for this meeting. "I need to know if you have issues with this. He will, in effect, be creating an army of sorcerers." "It's not King Heero we can't trust," Earl Dravos Graboran growled. "It's the scum that run the Tower and all their lackeys." "Can you be sure of the loyalties of other sorcerers?" Shiria asked. "I can't guarantee they'll be loyal to me and Heero, if that's what you mean," Duo replied, "but any sorcerer who wants freedom will be granted freedom." His eyes narrowed. "I'm not asking your permission. I won't free a man or woman only to demand they be beholden to me instead. Anyone who wants to leave to pursue their own lives will be free to do so." Graboran made a rude sound. "Fine options available for them," he snorted. "You'll free them, but what happens as soon as they leave Cera? The Tower will swoop down on them and snatch them back up." Duo gave him a cold look. "I will, of course, also be teaching them how to shield themselves, just like I shielded Heero. They won't be found again." The six nobles exchanged long looks. His fury at the Tower and the mindset they had encouraged over the centuries boiled up inside him. "They're people!" he snarled, slamming his fist down on the table. "People! Just like all of you! They were born different, but sorcerers deserve freedom and to live their lives just like any of you!" Their expressions took on a slightly guilty overtone, but none of them looked contrite. Finally, Velina stirred. "Try to imagine it from our point of view, Duo," she said in a low, calm voice. "We have no powers. No means with which to defend ourselves against even the weakest sorcerer. You cannot guarantee that every sorcerer in the world feels the same way you do. What about those out there who very well may use their power to harm others? Others like us?" Her logic only made him angrier. "And what about those normals like Relena?" he retorted with as much scorn as he could. "She had no magic, and yet every one of you consider her ten times more dangerous than me. Of course there are those power-hungry individuals who will seek avenues that destroy lives. I wouldn't punish all of Cera for Relena's crimes, and you certainly shouldn't punish all sorcerers just because some of them might be inclined toward destruction!" They had the good grace to look chastised, but Duo wasn't finished. "And while we're on that topic, what about your king? He's a sorcerer too, and he's only half human! Do you believe he deserves the collar they're preparing for him?" "No one's saying that, Duo," Velina said softly, gently. "If there are any sorcerers who jeopardize others with their power, I'll deal with them!" Duo snapped. "I'm sick of you normals looking at me like I'm not even worthy of notice, like I'm worse than the most virulent plague and should be treated accordingly!" Ervram opened his mouth, but Velina silenced him with a look. "You have been wronged," she said with a firm nod, "and you have every right to your anger. The Tower perpetuated this fear, this mindset. Let me be the first to admit not only should it be changed for humanitarian reasons, it must be changed." "Things that do not change stagnate," Ferela agreed. Drawing a slow, deep breath, Duo made himself calm down. "More than you know," he murmured. "Ever since Heero broke my collar, I've . . . been able to sense things. There's something wrong with this world, and I don't mean the people. I mean deep in the world itself. It's almost as if . . . it's ill." The six of them gave him startled looks. "What is?" Graboran asked with a frown. "The world," Duo replied. Shiria seemed to pale. "How can the world be ill? It's not as if it were . . . a person." Duo shook his head. "I don't exactly know. There's no one I can ask about it, and I can't really describe it. But I can sense the living energies of people." He looked at Velina. "Inside you, there's a strong current of energy that tells me you're alive and healthy. It also tells me when you're lying and what you're feeling. The world has an energy too. Every living thing is part of it. And even though I've never sensed any difference in the energies of the world, I can sense it's wrong now. I think the collar was . . . confusing my senses or blocking them somehow. Or making the wrongness seem . . . right." He shrugged, feeling slightly self-conscious. "I don't know how to explain it." And they didn't know how to take it, apparently. They exchanged looks again, but this one told Duo they were confused and anxious. Finally, Velina looked at him. "We don't have the same senses you do," she said at last, "so we'll never feel this difference. But we trust your senses. Is there anything that can be done?" Duo sighed. "I don't know. I left the Tower fairly young, considering. I was a Black and therefore a rare commodity. There might be older, more experienced sorcerers who could . . . enlighten me." Ervram nodded, thumping his hand down on the table. "Then we'll have to wait until those Tower watchdogs arrive," he said. "We can detain them and interrogate them." Duo snorted softly. The man had the right attitude. "The final decision will be Heero's, of course," he said, "but I agree with you, Your Excellency. I will pass that recommendation along to our king." He rose, offering a very shallow bow. An acknowledgement, nothing more. "He will be returning shortly." All six of them rose and offered a slightly deeper bow in return. "Please tell His Majesty that we would like the chance to confer with you both on this matter further," Velina said, "should any new information be made available." "I will," Duo promised, and he took his leave. He felt it when Heero returned, and he picked up his pace a little. Reaching their chambers, he entered the bedroom just as Heero pulled his silk shirt off over his head. Duo froze, eyes drinking in the sight of that golden skin spread over the steely frame. Heero was lean, but there was obvious strength in the corded muscle, most evident across his shoulders. Resisting the urge to lick his lips, Duo felt the man's eyes on him and lifted his own to meet deep, dark cobalt. A small smile crossed Heero's lips. "You've the look of a dying man in the desert offered a dipper of water." He pulled a plain white linen shirt over his head, leaving the laces undone. That was a bit how he felt. Duo felt himself blushing as he crossed the floor and stopped right in front of the man he loved. I want you. I love it when you look at me like you need me more than you need to breathe. As if I'm more important to you than the blood in your veins, and as if my very presence taxes your self-control until you cannot contain yourself. Words he couldn't say aloud. He was only sixteen. "I . . . you're just . . ." Duo murmured, the heat rising in his cheeks, beautiful. A warm, strong hand reached out and cupped his chin. Heero lifted slightly, lowering his head until their noses were almost brushing. He drew in a long, slow, deep breath as though savoring the flavor of Duo. "Don't look at me with such innocent eyes, Duo," the man breathed. "I'm liable to devour you right here." The air stuttered out of Duo's lungs in a faint gasp, and he felt the strength in his legs threaten to abandon him. "I-I love you," he whispered, face feeling on fire. "Do . . . we . . . must we wait? Until you . . . marry me?" There it was. That heat and desire bursting into flame in Heero's eyes, that tension in his arms and shoulders as if he were physically restraining himself from pinning Duo down and taking him. "Shit," Heero hissed, pupils dilating. "Don't offer me something like that unless you're prepared to accept the consequences, love." "What if I am?" Duo challenged softly, wanting to climb out of his skin and into Heero's with him. Those deceptively slim arms wound around him, dragging him closer to the cage of Heero's chest. "Do you even know what you're saying?" His voice was ragged and harsh. Sort of. I do have the basic knowledge of anatomy - that's one thing the Tower taught us. "Y-yes," he stammered. A slow, deliciously wicked smile crossed Heero's face. "Hn," he purred, pressing his lips against Duo's ear, "I know you're lying." Duo shivered, body thrumming, heart pounding, crying out for more. More closeness, more of that wonderful tingly feeling, more of . . . just more. "He-Heero . . ." "Are you scared, Duo?" came the whispered question, barely audible even so close to his ear. The trembling had nothing to do with nerves. Duo could scarce breathe. "No," he panted, clinging to Heero's shoulders. "No . . . I-I just want . . ." All the remaining air left his lungs in an embarrassing sort of whimper when Heero's teeth nibbled around the edge of his ear. "What?" Heero crooned, his voice vibrating through Duo's whole body. "What do you want, Duo?" Duo thought he would either melt or faint. "I don't know . . ." he whined, trying to wriggle closer. He just wanted more. He felt Heero's lips curve in a smile. "It is fortunate then," he purred, "that I do." o8o o8o Please don't let this be wrong, Heero prayed silently, his will power evaporating. He wants this. That isn't fear in his eyes, it's pure want. I'll just stop right away if I do something he doesn't like or isn't ready for. Yes, I can do that. He would do that. He would rather die than cause Duo any harm. I was a year younger when I had my first foray into intimacy. He's sixteen. Nearly seventeen. I love him. I won't hurt him. The justification sounded a little weak, Heero had never been an innocent. But those indigo eyes were on his, begging and a little wet. Sweet Cestera, how am I supposed to resist that? Even Gridanja wouldn't have been able to resist. Taking Duo's wrists, he wrapped the youth's arms around his neck and slid his own around Duo's back and under his knees. His slight frame seemed to weigh nothing, and he fit perfectly into Heero's hold. "I won't do anything you don't want," he murmured, carrying his precious burden to the bed. He didn't immediately lay Duo down, opting at first to simply hold him in his lap, sitting up. He thought it best to ease his new lover into this, allow him plenty of time to grow accustomed to each new sensation, each new exploration. And give him time to grow brave enough to try explorations of his own. As soon as he sat Duo wrapped around him, planting his knees on the bed on either side of Heero's hips and lifting his weight up onto them. Heero gazed up into heated indigo eyes, pleased to see no nervousness or anxiety. Duo licked his lips, and Heero's eyes were drawn to the movement. "Do you know how long I've wanted to make love to you?" he said softly, settling his hands on Duo's waist. The color on Duo's face deepened. Enchanting. "How long?" A little shy. Heero smiled, one hand sliding up Duo's back to caress the back of his neck. "Since the first time I saw that fierce, angry gaze of yours. Glaring at me like you hated me and would level me if it weren't for that collar." He chuckled lightly thinking about it. Duo blinked. "That would be the first time you saw me." The smile deepened to a grin. "What a good memory you have," he said, using the hand on Duo's neck to pull the youth down to him. Duo resisted, a hint of that same glare in his eyes. "You acted like I was just a tool." "I had to." A stubborn gleam entered Duo's eyes, his jaw setting. "I thought you were a monster." Ridiculously, the words stung. Heero gripped the base of Duo's braid and tugged gently. "I am." Now Duo looked annoyed. "No you're not. And calling yourself that is an insult to me." Heero snorted. "Indeed? Pray tell, how do you figure?" Duo squeezed Heero's shoulders. "Because I love you, and if you're a monster that means I have terrible taste in men." For a moment the absurd logic struck Heero speechless, then he burst into laughter. Warm, genuine laughter, the likes for which he hadn't had cause in a very, very long time. "Well who am I to argue with that." Leaning up he kissed the corner of Duo's mouth. This must be what it feels like, he thought distantly, to have been dead for a long time and then suddenly brought back to life. Even the threat of the Tower and the idea of changing the world were small, trivial things. Deciding to recapture the mood, he laid small, soft kisses along Duo's jaw and across that sweet mouth. It worked like a charm, and in moments Duo was squirming, trying to wriggle closer and get Heero to kiss him properly. Heero obliged, not wanting to tease Duo their first time. That could come later when Duo was confident and knew what to expect. Right now, he wanted everything to be about showing Duo the pleasure of intimacy. Their mouths met, and Heero greedily devoured his lover. Warm, wet, sweet, kissing Duo was like imbibing an intoxicant. Addicting. When his love started making little begging noises he almost groaned. Duo broke away first, pulling back to gaze down at Heero. Reaching out, he slowly gripped the base of Heero's shirt and lifted. Heero obliged, lifting his arms so Duo could remove it, and it slithered to the floor with a soft rustle. His hands were slightly cool as they smoothed over Heero's bare chest, ivory pale to golden bronze. Even such a simple touch sent tingles all over Heero's body, and he was pleased Duo felt brave enough to touch him. Duo surprised him by leaning forward and pressing shy kisses down his neck and over his collar bone. Almost chaste touches of his lips, but Heero had to swallow a moan of pleasure. His skin felt too tight and warm, and he felt an answering stirring in his groin. Already? He'd never become arounsed without direct stimulation. But I've never been in love before, either. "Heero . . ." Duo said softly, shifting his weight slightly more upward so he could look down. Heero was momentarily distracted by the new flush of color on Duo's cheeks, then he realized what had caused it. He couldn't help grinning. "Never seen what arousal looks like?" The color darkened, and Duo gave him an embarrassed, hesitant look. "I didn't even touch you." As if he'd somehow done something wrong. Heero brushed the bangs out of Duo's face. "That's how much I want you," he murmured. Duo closed his eyes and tucked his head under Heero's chin, settling his weight back down so his small, firm rear nestled right over Heero's arousal. "It's so hard," he gasped. Just like a shy kitten. And I'm only half aroused. "Sit up, love," Heero whispered, too needy for such pressure. Duo obeyed, still looking embarrassed. Heero slowly removed his shirt, lavishing the creamy white skin exposed with the same attention Duo had given him, except with lips, teeth, and tongue. He made sure to leave no marks. Not yet. Not for their first time. It didn't take long before Duo was squirming and panting in his lap, eyes glazed and pupils swallowing up the irises of his eyes. o8o o8o Duo tried to catch his breath, wondering dimly why Heero's kisses felt so good. He bathed himself every night, and it had never felt like this. What was so different? Even Heero's hands, settled on his waist as if to ground him, felt like a brand on his skin. He was so flustered and wanting that when Heero lowered him to the bed he didn't really notice. That maddening mouth wandered into the hollow of his throat, licking and nipping, then trailed down the center of his chest. He could feel a damp trail wherever the man's mouth went, cooling the heat of his skin the instant he moved on. An embarrasing whine poured off his lips when Heero's mouth closed around his nipple and sucked. The gentle pressure was new, strange, and it felt good. Tingly and intense. Both his hands came up, fingers carding through Heero's hair, trying to both push him away and urge him closer. And because he couldn't decide what to do with them. Heero chuckled faintly, and Duo felt the vibration of it all the way to the base of his spine. Heero was consuming him, drowning him in sensation. He almost cried out when warm fingers began giving the opposite nipple similar attention, and tears pricked his eyes and the bright, sharp feeling. Heero didn't stop, either, until both felt raw and overly sensitive and Duo was panting. Then mouth and fingers wandered on. Over the rise of ribs. Into the valley of his stomach, nibbling around the hollow of his bellybutton, making him squirm and the sort-of ticklish sensation. Licking over his waist and nipping across the skin right above the top of his breeches. All the air left Duo's lungs in an explosive gasp when Heero's mouth landed right over his arousal and gently biting. He'd barely noticed his sex filling with blood, but suddenly it felt trapped and uncomfortable, and nothing prepared him for the warm burst of pleasure. No one had ever touched him there. The fabric of his breeches and undergarments chafed, making him shift his hips and want nothing between him and Heero. No barriers. Apparently Heero felt the same. He gripped Duo's calf and slowly pulled the soft leather boots off the young sorcerer's foot, dropping it aside. He removed the other one just as slowly, planting soft kisses over the arch of each foot exposed this way. The look on his face was one of total affection, heated with desire. Heero gripped the waistband of the breeches, and Duo obligingly lifted his hips. Heero pulled them and his undergarments off in one swift tug. Now completely exposed, Duo felt more and more hot and embarrassed as Heero's gaze consumed him. He'd never felt self-conscious before about his body, but now he felt thin and boyish. How could he compare to the ripe, gentle curves of a woman? Or to Heero himself? The man was a work of art, sculpted and lean. He almost couldn't meet Heero's eyes, but when he did the doubt fizzled away like a blown-out candle. Those cobalt eyes were devouring him, worshiping and wanting and dark with need and desire. If a simple look could burn, Duo had no doubt his skin would have caught fire. "Beautiful," the man whispered, almost reverently. Duo swallowed, really not wanting to be the only naked one, and really not wanting to be naked while Heero just stared at him like a starving man at a sudden feast. He licked his lips, too shy to articulate his need, begging Heero with his eyes. Heero's mouth was on his in an eyeblink, hard hot chest pressing against his. Skin to skin. Heero's hips pressed down on his, but though the material of the breeches felt soft to the touch, it was too much on his sensitive groin. Squirming, he broke the kiss and gave Heero a disapproving frown. Which made the man smile, amusement sparking in his eyes. o8o o8o For some reason, it didn't surprise Heero that Duo was a demanding lover. Much, much like a kitten. Withdrawing, he stripped off his remaining garments and lowered himself back down onto the slim, lithe body beneath him. "Better?" he murmured in one small ear. Apparently, Duo didn't care for being teased. Leaning up, he bit the skin between Heero's neck and shoulder, indigo eyes heated in a glare. "Much," he sniffed. Hiding his mirth, Heero fused their mouths together once more. This time Duo didn't pull away, and his hips undulated deliciously under Heero's. He couldn't quite choke off the groan, quickly finishing the journey to full arousal. It took all his self control not to pry Duo's thighs open and plunder his young, virgin body. He managed to break the kiss, planting short, open-mouthed kisses down Duo's neck. "Duo," he gasped, "is this all right? Is it too much?" "No," Duo whimpered, doing that little roll of his hips again. "More, Heero . . . feels good . . ." Heero almost swallowed his tongue. "All right," he panted, sliding his tongue in Duo's ear. "I'm going to make you feel so much better, sweet one. Do you trust me?" "Nngh," came the strangled-sounding response. "M-more than anything." "God Duo," Heero ground out, sliding down Duo's body, "the things you do to me." He made sure to keep contact with Duo's very aroused sex, felt a little moisture smear over his belly and up his chest. "Spread your legs, love." Duo couldn't blush any deeper, but his eyelids fluttered closed as he lifted his knees and planted his feet on the bed. His modesty or his shyness kept him from splaying them wide open, so Heero used his shoulders to push them farther apart to give himself enough room. He didn't make Duo wait. o8o o8o Duo's eyes flew open in a shock of pleasure, a horribly embarrasing whining cry bubbling up from his throat as Heero took the head of his arousal into his hot, wet mouth. It never would have occurred to him that Heero might want to do something like this, and why oh why did it feel so good? As Heero's mouth slid lower over him, he felt the tongue stroking the underside. The heat and suction were making him dizzy. He whimpered when he felt himself hit the back of Heero's throat - how is he not choking? - and then his head snapped back and eyes squeezed shut when Heero swallowed. His hips automatically tried to thrust up, looking for more delicious sensation, but obviously Heero was prepared for that. He held Duo down with one arm while his throat worked around him, until Duo was practically sobbing from the pleasure and need. "He-Heero," he gasped, "nngh, please . . ." A low chuckle reverberated in Heero's throat, and Duo moaned at the echoing vibrations that tingled through him. The man wrung a whine of disapproval from him when he pulled off Duo and he collapsed, boneless, onto the pillows. Heero watched him, licking his lips as though he'd just been sampling a delicious treat. With that not-thought, Duo forced himself to sit up. "Can . . . may I, Heero - ?" he asked haltingly, laying one hand on Heero's strong thigh. A strained sort of smile crossed the man's mouth. He merely nodded, leaning his weight back. Duo settled between his legs, making himself comfortable to come face-to-face with the rigid proof of Heero's desire. It was larger than he would have thought, and for several moments the sight of it was daunting. That would never fit inside him. Biting his lower lip, he refused to be discouraged. Right now, he just wanted to taste. So he leaned forward and licked around the crown. Heero hissed, making Duo look up at him. The man's jaw was clenched, his eyes dark with passion, barely open slits as he watched Duo. Emboldened by his response, Duo wrapped his fingers around the base and licked all over the head, fascinated by the flavor. A warm, deep-body flavor intrinsically Heero. A single drop of milky liquid beaded in the slit, and Duo immediately licked it up. Different. A little salty. Wanting more, he closed his lips over the head and pushed his tongue into the slit, sucking hard. He was rewarded with more, but only a little. Heero grabbed his shoulders and dragged him off, crushing their mouths together in a biting kiss. Surprised, Duo responded, but Heero broke it quickly. The man was panting, obviously trying to bring his body back under control. "I'm sorry," he managed after a moment. "Too good, Duo. Felt too good. I don't want to come until I'm buried deep inside you." Damn it, how many times would this man reduce him to a blushing, melting mess? He squirmed a little closer to Heero, kissing his jaw. "Do it now, Heero," he whispered, face on fire, feeling wanton enough to be bold. Heero cupped his chin and kissed the bridge of his nose. "You're not ready for that." Duo jerked free, glaring. "Why do you get to decide that?" Amusement sprang up in Heero's eyes. "You're not ready yet," he said. "But don't worry, love. You will quickly become so, with a little preparation. Lie back and spread your legs." "Where are you going?" Duo demanded anxiously. "I'm going to get a little massage oil. Everything will be smoother and easier if we're both slippery, trust me." He did trust Heero, so he nodded. Laying back down, he tried to imagine what it would feel like, having Heero inside him. He wasn't afraid, because he knew Heero would never hurt him. He was anxious, because he knew despite that, it would still hurt. How could it not? Taking a deep breath, he expelled it in a quiet sigh. Heero had promised it would feel good, and he trusted him. o8o o8o Heero could tell by Duo's posture he was worried but not afraid as he returned with the oil. His legs were modestly closed, the innocent shyness of the inexperienced. Smiling down at his lover, he climbed back onto the bed beside him and gave him a slow, lingering kiss. "Don't worry, love. This doesn't hurt. I've had it done to me, and it feels good." Removing the lid off the little jar, he dipped his fingers into the warm, spicy-scented oil. He smeared it all over his hand and rested it on Duo's knee. Its journey made easy by the oil, he slid it down to his inner thigh and slowly gripped the youth's arousal, massaging for a moment. That had Duo relaxed and panting in a heartbeat, so he didn't protest when Heero gently pushed his legs open. Spreading oil onto the fingers of his other hand, he lowered it and brushed them into the narrow cleft, over the hidden ring. Duo's body spasmed in surprise, eyes flying open to meet Heero's. Heero just gave him a reassuring smile, stroking slowly up and down. His other hand kept up its ministrations, and he could see his love was torn between the strangeness and the pleasure. He knew from experience being touched there was too erotic not to feel good. The initial intrustion, however . . . "It's going to feel a little . . . strange," he warned, applying the first bit of pressure to the center of the ring. Duo bit his lower lip, not taking his eyes off Heero. Going easy for their first time, Heero increased the pressure in tiny pulses, rubbing around the outside of the ring with his thumb. Heero watched him carefully, waiting for the first physical and visible cues he was ready. And it came in the form of a faint, breathy gasp, and the heat beneath Heero's finger blossomed open. He pushed it in with a long, slow, movement all the way all at once. A choked cry fell off Duo's lips, body trembling wildly, precum beading steadily at the tip of his arousal. Heero smiled, knowing the sensations had to be powerfully intense. Judging by the tenseness in his muscles that had nothing to do with pain, he was very near climax. Heero squeezed the base of his length, preventing it, and then stopped moving. Duo's body went limp, perspiration beading on his brow, each breath panting from between his lips. He looked beautiful, just like an angel in the throes of passion. His indigo eyes locked on Heero. The man smiled. "How does it feel?" he asked, crooking his finger to rub the pad along Duo's inner walls. Duo's eyes fluttered shut. "Good," he moaned. "Feels . . . nngh . . . good." Deciding the pleasure had taken over enough, Heero withdrew his hand from Duo's arousal and concentrated his efforts now on the ring of muscle currently squeezing his single finger. He slid it free and slowly pushed it back in, which made Duo moan again. Such a sweet, addicting sound. He pulled his finger free entirely only to replace it with his thumb. Twisting his wrist, he worked it inside Duo just like he would massage sore muscles. He felt the ring grow softer and softer under his ministrations, so he added his other thumb. o8o o8o Duo tossed his head to the side, perspiration making his bangs cling to his face. He watched Heero through hooded eyes, not quite able to believe how good it felt, to have Heero stroking him inside there. It was such a strange place to touch someone, such a strange place to bring such intense, exquisite pleasure. So deliciously wanton and embarrassing. At Heero's gentle insistence he spread his legs even wider, and he felt fingers replace thumbs. He winced when he felt the first sting of discomfort. Heero's ministrations, however, were more persuasive than the pain. He could literally feel himself relaxing and stretching and opening, and he shifted his hips. Impatient for the moment when Heero decided he'd prepared him enough. He felt so ready it hurt. Why had he ever feared this? It felt so good. Of course, most of the reason it felt so good was because of who was touching him. "I'm ready," he practically whined. "You sure?" Heero asked, leaning down to kiss him. Duo bit his lover's lip. "Yes," he growled. Chuckling, Heero removed his fingers and sat up. He scooped out more oil, and Duo watched with interest as the man spread the glistening substance over his arousal. He felt plenty slippery and wet inside, so hopefully it would make the man's entry easy. Heero crawled back over him, sliding his arms under Duo's knees to spread him wide open. Duo tensed when he felt the blunt head nudge his entrance, and Heero gave him a loving smile. Then he rolled his hips forward. It hurt. Duo clenched his teeth around a groan of pain. Heero pushed deeper inside him, deeper than fingers could reach, wider and closer and tighter and more. At least the oil prevented the drag of skin on skin. Duo didn't think he could take a rough entry. A smooth one was taxing enough. But Heero was inside him. When Heero's hips met the backs of his thighs and they were as close as they could be the man stopped moving, breathing just as hard as Duo. He pressed short, sweet kisses over Duo's closed eyes, over his cheeks. "Are you all right?" he murmured, releasing Duo's legs. Duo winced when it caused Heero to move inside him, sort of rubbing all over his inner walls. It felt good, in a strange sort of way. Good because some part of Heero was inside him, and he realized he wanted to keep it there. He nodded, breathing beginning to even out and heart rate beginning to slow. "God you feel so good, Duo," Heero panted in his ear. "You're so hot inside it feels like I'm melting." He slid his arms under Duo's shoulders, pulling him into an embrace until they were aligned from neck to groin. Burying his face in Heero's neck, Duo wrapped his legs around Heero's waist. He almost couldn't believe this was happening. o8o o8o Heero had never been forced to exercise such monumental self-control to avoid coming too soon. In fact, he didn't think he'd ever had to. Duo was so tight, constricting around him until he thought he should be choking, each little spasm rippling over his arousal and near blinding him. A small part of him couldn't believe this was happening, that Duo loved him and trusted him enough to give himself to him like this. The larger part could only focus on how good it felt, how right it felt, and how he would never let this amazing creature go again. I love you. I love you. I can't believe you came into my life. I love you so much. I love you, too. I love you, too. I can't believe you freed me and gave me back my life. I love you too, so much. "Heero," Duo whimpered, lifting his hips a little, "move." That was all he'd been waiting for. He only pulled back the slightest bit before pushing forward, more grinding himself into Duo than thrusting. They were so close Duo's arousal was trapped between them, and he moaned when it slid against Heero's stomach. His arms and legs tightened around his lover, clinging hard, going breathless again. Heero kept it up, short and shallow movements, changing his angle each time, watching Duo's reaction closely. He knew the moment he found it. Duo's body tensed, a shiver running up his spine, pulling back to stare at Heero, eyes wide and startled. "What was that?" Heero smiled. "Your prostate gland. It seems to feel good when stimulated during intercourse." He ground against it. Duo's head fell back, and Heero accepted the invitation to suck and nibble on the delicate arch of his throat. He felt the moan as well as heard it, this time. Hoping he was reading Duo's cues correctly, that the pain had been sufficiently washed away, he pulled out halfway and drove in harder than before. He made sure to aim for the right spot, and Duo's back arched off the bed. Heero's vision actually grayed at the edges, Duo gripped him so tightly. He wondered if pleasure really could be the death of someone. Lifting his weight up onto his elbows, he set up a long, deep rhythm. Out, out of Duo's incredible heat and tightness until only the tip of his arousal remained inside. A slow, controlled plunge back in and down, always so the blunt head ground right into Duo's prostate every time. It wasn't long before Duo was a moaning, whimpering mass of nerves, reduced to a creature of need. His fingers clawed at Heero's back as the pleasure grew, and Heero smiled around a wince. Those would leave marks. Leaning down, he devoured his lover in a lazy-but-demanding kiss. "Heero . . . Heero . . ." Duo panted into his mouth, "want to . . . want - " Reaching between them, Heero stroked firmly up Duo's arousal. "Come, Duo," he whispered, reluctantly ending the kiss to lean up. "I want to watch you." With a thin, faint sort of wail, Duo came. Heero watched his face, mesmerized, as his body arched upward and the pleasure took him. Moments later he tightened impossibly more, gripping every inch of Heero as he drove his hips forward one last time. Duo let out a yelp as his prostate was stimulated, warm liquid pouring over Heero's hand. His own body answered, his release almost dragged from him. The pleasure sparked behind his eyes in bursts of color, answered by a liquid rush where he and Duo were joined. The pleasure floated away softly and slowly, and when he opened his eyes he was pleased to see he hadn't collapsed on top of his lover. Duo looked utterly spent, hair plastered to his face and eyes closed. Heero carefully withdrew, which made Duo open his eyes and look at him, expression exhausted and sated and content. Heero watched, inexplicably drawn to the sight of his own release trickling from Duo's reddened entrance. He carefully probed for any damage, which made Duo murmur something unintelligible that sounded distinctly disapproving. There was no blood, but he suspected his love would be sore for awhile. Rising, he snatched a washrag from the bathing chamber and wiped away the remains of their passion. Duo grabbed the rag from him and tossed it onto the
floor. With a sigh he snuggled himself down into Heero's embrace.
It was too early to go to bed, but Heero decided there couldn't be
any harm in taking a midafternoon nap.
tbc |
