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"A Time for Us"Written By:Jewel of Hell Disclaimer: Don't own nothin' but these words Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Romance/Tragedy, Angst, yaoi, lemon, language, violence, blood feud, forbidden love Pairings: 1x2, others Summary: The Maxwells and Yuys are two powerful
noble families that have been fighting for generations. Heero and
Duo are no exception. However, one fateful night changes everything
for the young heirs-a Romeo and Juliet tale with a twist. " A Time for Us"
Plans "I know we're still too young," he breathed, "but . . . make love to me, Heero." His companion didn't say a word. He simply gripped Duo's hand and pulled him up off the swing, heading back toward the bedroom. "Nngh . . . Heero . . ." During their seven day holiday to the Yuy Lodge, Heero and Duo had shared several intimate encounters. They'd never actually gone all the way, because they both knew they were too young. But that had been then. A time when the world hadn't yet gone mad. Heero didn't feel young anymore. In the space of a handful of days, he felt too weary and pained to be young anymore. Stop thinking, Heero. For once, turn your damn mind off. There were more important things. Like the perfect, pale-skinned beauty lying beneath him. His hands had memorized every plane, every expanse of Duo's skin, and his tongue had followed every path his hands laid. Except one. There was just one place left he'd never explored on Duo's body, because they were too young. He'd spent a lot of time just touching and caressing Duo's skin. It was flawless, smoother than marble and softer than silk. The creamy white color was as fine as ivory, unmarked and unblemished. "He-Heero," Duo gasped, "please . . ." Heero realized he was stroking Duo's inner thigh, feather-light. It was like touching silk. Sighing faintly, he lowered his head and pressed his cheek to Duo's smooth, slightly-concave belly. He felt the muscles tighten in response. Smiling, he pressed a line of kisses over Duo's protruding hip-bone, following the path down to his lover's arousal. He softly kissed down the length, making Duo squirm and whimper, hips trying to arch up for a little more contact. "You're so beautiful," Heero whispered, sitting up and gripping Duo's legs behind the knee to lift and spread them. Duo flushed a deep rose when Heero held him there, eyes raking over that lovely pale body. So perfect. Duo was perfection in an ivory-wrapped package. He let Duo's feet back down on the bed, his hands creeping up both thighs until he was cupping two half-globes of marble flesh. It amazed him how warm the skin was when it looked like it should have been cold. Duo made the softest, sweetest little sound when Heero brushed his thumb over the hidden ring of muscle he would eventually enter. The heat gathering there made Heero's eyes close involuntarily. Duo's hips squirmed a little, and Heero withdrew his hands to apply some lube. The slippery substance's cold was a sharp counterpoint to Duo's heat, and when he rubbed a single slicked finger over the boy's entrance his lover hissed and flinched away. Murmuring reassuringly, Heero caressed in circles until the tight clenching eased a bit. Watching Duo's face intently for signs of discomfort or pain, Heero slowly eased one slender finger inside. The unyielding heat that gripped his finger made his own body beg and plead to plunge into it, to take and plunder his smaller lover, exploit his many wonders. Duo made a funny little noise at the invasion, but his countenance seemed to bear no pain. In fact the look on his face was such that Heero could not tear his eyes away. He stared down at his lover, transfixed. He'd always thought the expression eyes were the window to the soul was trite. It had never held any meaning for him until this moment. He could read every single thing Duo was thinking in those amazing, limpid eyes as clearly as if Duo was speaking it all aloud. It was breathtaking. His lover squirmed again. I'm getting distracted really easily. He hadn't even moved his finger. He pulled it back and slid it forward again, hoping to get Duo used to the sensation. Duo's breath hitched, eyelids flickering. "I . . . I can feel you . . ." he whispered, "inside me . . ." Heero kissed his parted lips. "I'm gonna make us one, Duo . . ." Duo's hips raised off the bed a fraction. "More, Heero," he breathed. "Fill me more . . ." The second finger slid in more easily, but Duo stiffened ever-so-slightly. Heero only felt it because they were so close. He stopped moving, feathering kisses over Duo's cheeks, jaw, and throat. Only when the tension drained away did Heero continue his gentle in-and-out motions. The walls around his fingers were velvet and heat, and he twisted them just to feel it. Duo let out a half-yelp, half-gasp, entire body spasming against Heero. "Wha . . . what was that?" he gasped, color flushing the entire surface of his skin. Heero watched him, mesmerized. Instead of answering, he brushed his fingers over that spot again just to watch his lover react. Those indigo-violet eyes squeezed shut, full lips falling open to pant against what Heero could only assume was pleasure. He did it again and again, so entranced by watching Duo writhe nothing else in the world existed. Eventually he realized Duo was rocking hard onto his fingers, panting as he begged Heero to stop, barely coherent, pleading to be taken now, he wanted Heero to finish him when they were joined, not like this, please Heero . . . It was physically painful, slipping his fingers free. It wrung the most delicious cry from Duo, a sweet, high little whine that sounded as displeased as Heero felt. If there was some way to stave off completion just so he could watch Duo for hours and hours like this, he would do it. "Are you sure you're ready?" he whispered, leaning down to kiss those begging lips. He didn't know why, but it felt like the silence shouldn't be broken with words. At least, not with his. "Yes," Duo panted into Heero's mouth. "Please, Heero. Now." Not breaking the kiss, Heero managed to slick himself with the cold lubricant and align himself against Duo. When his fingers brushed across Duo the boy moaned into the kiss, hips jerking into the contact. Heero finally pulled back so he could watch Duo as he slid deep, deep into unending velvet heat. No words could describe it. Any of it. Duo was an inferno inside, the heat alone was enough to make him lose his mind. Velvet held him so closely, so tightly he could barely breathe, squeezing erratically around him, causing waves and waves of pleasure. And oh, the look on his lover's face . . . that alone was enough to make Heero come undone but for the rigid hold on his self-control. He could see tears gathering in the corners of Duo's eyes, but whether from pain or pleasure or the sheer intensity of the act he couldn't say. Perspiration glittered in little beads on Duo's skin, catching the light like precious gems. Heero wanted to lick each one away. And the surfaces of Duo's eyes, Heero was drowning in indigo-violet eternity. So much love. So much devotion. How could a single pair of eyes hold so much, say so much without a word being spoken? Heero was lost, utterly lost, and it was fine if he never found his way out again. A single tear broke free of the confining lashes and spilled down Duo's face like a luminescent diamond. It sparkled madly before it vanished into the cinnamon depths of Duo's silken hair, momentarily darkening the surrounding strands. Feeling as if the whole world were caught in slow motion, Heero leaned down and pressed his lips to each little gem of perspiration. The sharp salty tang bit at his tongue, the coolness taking him by surprise. "I love you," he breathed. Nothing else mattered. Nothing in the world. Not the war, not the tragedies, not their families, not the impending deaths, nothing. All that mattered was this boy that he loved, lying in his arms, letting him invade his body and heart, letting him love him. I'll do whatever it takes. I don't care about any of them anymore. All I want is to see Duo happy, to stay with him, to watch him writhe in the pleasure I cause him, to hear him whisper my name . . . "Heero . . ." . . . just like that. Slowly easing his hips back, Heero steadily pushed them back forward. Duo arched up against him, crying out faintly, hands gripping Heero's arms as though to ground himself. Heero did it again, faster this time, and Duo's eyes snapped open, indigo and cobalt locking and blazing. Heero found it simply amazing that a simple gaze could communicate so much so easily. Though neither of them had experience with this, they slid into a natural rhythm very easily. Their bodies knew what to do even if their minds did not. The pleasure nearly overwhelmed Heero, so much more intense than the feeling of anything else he'd experienced. This was Duo. He was inside Duo. His eyes wanted to close, to savor each sensation, but he didn't want to block Duo out. He wanted to watch everything play over that expressive face, to see every fleeting thought and feeling. Duo panted with every inward plunge, their bodies easily sliding together. His face was slack and open in his passion, and Heero grabbed his hands to tangle their fingers together alongside the smaller boy's head. It made Duo open his eyes again and look at him, licking his lips. "Does it feel good?" Heero whispered, their faces so close their noses were touching. He could feel the warm wash of every panting breath Duo took feather over his lips. "Y-yes," Duo gasped out. "Feels . . . good . . . more, Heero . . . want you closer . . ." Releasing Duo's hands, Heero slid his arms under Duo's shoulders and crushed him closer. Duo let out a sweet, keening little cry as it trapped his burning need between them, its hard heat pressing into Heero's stomach. It slid along his skin easily with every motion, slicked with perspiration and passion. Duo clung to him, riding each thrust, moaning as his fingers dug into Heero's shoulders. Heero let one hand trail down Duo's back, then stroked it back up. He felt the answering shiver underneath the skin, felt the barely-audible moan in Duo's throat. He brought their lips back together in another kiss. Time lost all meaning. It could have been a small eternity that they lay in each other's arms, as close as physically possible, young, beautiful bodies sliding and rocking in the oldest, most natural rhythm in existence. The only sounds to be heard were Duo's panting breaths, moans, and occasional gasps, and the sound of their love-making. The pace was somewhat languid, Heero scarce caring about physical pleasure, enjoying the closeness they'd never shared before more than that. But eventually the physical could not be denied any longer. He could feel himself getting close. And Duo's body was trembling beneath his, muscles tightening almost imperceptibly. Heero loosened his hold just enough that he could gaze down at his lover, watch him come undone. It was stunning. The most beautiful thing he'd ever witnessed. Completion broke over Duo slowly, as if time were not yet willing to release its hold on them. His whole slender body arched into Heero, mouth falling open in a soundless cry as his eyes squeezed shut. Heero's own body shivered as he felt the liquid heat blossom between them. The velvet sheath encasing him clenched so hard Heero grunted, his own eyes snapping shut as his head fell forward to his chest, teeth grinding together. His own liquid passion spilled into Duo as wave after wave of mind-numbing bliss broke over him. He came down from the incredible high slowly. It felt almost like floating down off a high precipice to land softly in a bed of velvety flower petals. Everything had taken on golden tones, and he realized he was no longer supporting his own weight. In fact he was lying right on top of Duo, crushing him into the bed. But when he tried to lift himself off his lover, Duo's arms and legs tightened around him. "Don't go," the boy breathed into his ear. "I don't want to hurt you," Heero protested, stroking fingers through Duo's silken hair. "You're not," came the soft reply. "Stay. Want to feel you awhile longer." Pressing a kiss to his temple, Heero relaxed. He wasn't willing to relinquish this closeness just yet, either. Damia started out of a light doze when the telecomm chirped. Rising from her boneless sprawl, she put on the headset. "This is Damia Maxwell." "Hi," came the soft reply. She would recognize her brother's voice anywhere. Her heart was instantly pounding. "Duo!" she gasped. "Where are you? Are you safe?" "I'm fine," her brother answered. "I'm with Heero, somewhere no one will find us." Closing her eyes, Damia sank back down onto the couch. So the pair of them had run straight to each other. Good. "Duo," she murmured, not quite sure what to say, "I'm so sorry about what I said to you. Please believe me, I didn't want to drive you away, but Phylia and I had an idea, and I know it was cruel. We had to know how devoted you two were to each other." For a moment there was silence. Then, "I understand." There was still hurt in her sweet brother's voice. It made her heart ache. She closed her eyes. "I'm so sorry, Duo." "It's all right," Duo said quietly. "I'm actually kinda glad. This hurts less than thinking you meant it." She heard a soft little laugh. Some of the guilt eased. Some. "Are you two coming home?" "No," Duo replied. "At least, not yet. We have a plan. We're not willing to be separated." "If there's anything I can do, I will do it," Damia said at once, heart leaping. If anyone can change this, it's the two of you. "There is something, actually," Duo said, voice dropping even lower. She'd never heard him use such a subdued tone. "Could you bring me and Heero some arrowroot elixir?" For a moment, Damia was shocked into speechlessness. Arrowroot elixir. Arrowroot was a toxic plant that secreted a venom more than capable of killing a human being if ingested. In fact there were no known antidotes. A few drops would be all it took. "Duo . . ." she began, "what-" "If our fathers know we would rather die than be parted, maybe they will take us seriously," Duo cut her off. She could hear he was deadly serious, too. He was actually ready and willing to die with Heero if he couldn't be with him. That scared her nearly witless. But at the same time she admired their devotion to each other. Part of her-a very large part-wished she had someone like that. "All right," she acquiesced. "Ask Heero if I may bring Phylia with me. She wanted to apologize to him, as well." A moment of silence, then, "He said it's fine. We're in Boerma, Heero said Phylia would know where. I've missed you." The soft confession almost brought tears to Damia's eyes. "I've missed you two, sweet. I'll bring the elixir." "Thank you, Damia," Duo murmured. "You're welcome. We'll be there as soon as we can." Duo dropped the headset on the bed and closed his eyes, rubbing his temples. So Damia and Phylia had hoped to drive them to desperate measures. It was a good plan, he supposed, but surprisingly enough, knowing it was an act didn't dull the pain a whole lot. Not as much as he would have thought. Heero's arms were around him in an instant. "You okay?" "She said it was all a plan to spur us into action," Duo mumbled, "but it still hurts. It still feels like we were used." Warm, gentle kisses fell sweetly on the back of his neck. It reminded him of last night, the incredible intimacy they'd shared. Just the memories sent a thrill down his spine, and he leaned against his lover. He'd known Heero for . . . a few years. Hated him fiercely. And yet in the space of a few weeks he'd come to need this boy more than air. Amazing. Shifting, he turned the hold into a true embrace, wrapping his arms around Heero's waist. Heero held him tightly, and he sighed, relaxing again. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you, too," Heero replied, running fingers through Duo's unbound hair. "Want to take a shower with me?" Nodding, Duo unwound himself so they could both rise.
One way or another, he knew it was time to face reality once more.
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