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"Greeting Cards"Written By: Kaeru Shisho Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Gundam Wing
or its characters, nor do I make any monetary profit off this story. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Yaoi, funeral practices, AU, fluff Pairings: 1+4, 1x2x1, 3+H, 5xH, 3x4, 6x9 Summary: Each chapter is based on Heero’s
greeting cards and Duo's mortuary. "Greeting Cards " Chapter 21 -- November Storms, Part 1 Rain may have washed the streets clean, but inside Maxwell's Mortuary and Funeral Home we were awash in the red stuff. We were catching up at work in the morgue, which was going great with the two new employees. Zechs was bringing in one last job from a rest home; Endive was a few doors away standing in for me for her first time as funeral director; and Tro', 'Dres, and I were mopping up after an embalming job. "...Work wasn't going so good after that so when my boss 'gifted' me with a pair of cats I didn't think I could turn them down without risking my job. Of course, one of the cats turned out to be pregnant and dropped a litter of four. And then my girlfriend moved in, and then out, but left all her cats," Andres said mournfully. "So now I have 12 cats to take care of." "Ha! No kidding!" I had to laugh. Twelve cats in one little apartment was just plain too awful to imagine. Plus, I was in a good mood. With all the help and everything set for the funeral service, I'd decided to take off a little early to meet Heero for dinner. And more. I was especially looking forward to the more part. I'd prepared days ago, buying KY and condoms by the boxful in enough different colors and shapes to accommodate a gay soccer league. I bought a new futon which, if we got pressed for time, could serve as dining area, entertainment center, and love nest. The old mattress I pushed out the stairwell under the overhang near the garbage where it would be snatched up by someone even lower than me on the social scale. I cleaned my apartment, twice. Dishes, counter (it was that color once?) floors (as hopeless as removing the upper crust there was,) and the (ugh) bathroom all got the once-over. I used up all my bleach and sponges, but in the end it smelled better and looked less inhospitable. I figured if I didn't bring in any food for a week, the vermin would move on, so I ate in my car and at work. "What did you do before you built this business?" Andres' earnest expression pointed my way meant I'd missed some of the conversation leading up to this question. "Same thing, but for someone else. All kinds of stuff went on at that first job," I told whoever was listening. "No one cared about crooks and crazies. There was this one morgue attendant who routinely extracted a variety of organs from corpses without permission from the families of the deceased, and then he sold the parts to researchers. Oh, I had proof! I discovered, while digging through their records, that the morgue sold pituitary glands for about 50 cents each to fund a staff Solstice party. God, Howard was such a slimeball, but a good man, real good to me." Trowa and Andres laughed. It wasn't all that funny, but they were in good humor, too. My frame of mind was catching and Trowa was taking off a few days to spend with Quatre 'researching' his circus past, giving him in an especially bright outlook. The outer door opened. "What's so funny?" Zechs asked as he rolled a cot toward the elevator to the cold storage locker. Trowa was looking his way expectantly, and I couldn't blame him. Not more work! Zechs waved his hand as if to brush away our fears. "Nothing mysterious here, just an old lady. She can keep." "Duo was telling a story," Dres said through a chuckle, but further discussion was cut short by a cry for help, as my other new mortuary employee, Endive, rushed into the autopsy room. "Oh, thank the gods you're still here, Duo. Come quickly. We have the wrong body for the funeral!" The public funeral parlor rooms and the autopsy rooms were separated by a hall, offices, doors, and a stringent policy. The clients were never to know what occurred beyond those doors. Lines of propriety partitioned one world from the other, and rarely were the lines crossed. But when they were, it could only mean a serious breach had occurred in the fabric of space and time. My smile faded fast. "Calm down. What's the problem?" The young assistant was beside herself. "The funeral is about to begin and the widow says it's the wrong body, er, man in the casket!" "Terrific," I growled. "Come with me, Endive." I stormed out into the hallway. "I hate these night services. Things always get screwed up, and there's no one to take care of it but me." I really wanted to get out, go home, and get cleaned up before going out with Heero. I continued grumbling all the way to the outer door. Someone would have to be fired. It didn't take long for me to figure out what the trouble was. I'm sure as all my other employees trailed closer, that they could hear the widow lamenting her most Appalling Discovery through the closed doors. "That's right, I took one look at my dear, dear departed husband and, to my horror, he's in a brown suit. I'd specifically said that I wanted him buried in his blue suit. I had brought it especially for this occasion. It is most distressing, SHOCKING to me that the mortician had left him in the same brown suit he'd been wearing when the lightning bolt hit him. I demand that my husband be changed IMMEDIATELY into the blue suit I brought especially for that purpose!" I let out a long, shuddering sigh of relief. It wasn't the wrong cadaver, just the wrong clothes. The assistant had the story wrong and it wasn't so bad. Trowa or I would have solved the problem immediately with a minimum of fuss and our signature flare. Trowa could accomplish tasks that would take two or three men working together simultaneously to do, and he would do them with precision. In fact, he wouldn't have let it happen at all, and he certainly wouldn't have let it escalate to this degree. Sadly for me, Trowa couldn't be in two or three places at once and the new hires were not his equals. Not even close. Endive, however, thought she could still solve the problem or show off and chose to argue with the client. "But ma'am! It's only a minute or two until the funeral is scheduled to begin. We can't possibly take him out and get him changed in that amount of time." To which the woman replied logically, "Who's paying for this?" Trowa made his entry and whispered to me, "You take care of the lady; I'll deal with the deceased, okay?" "Okay, as long as you take Endive with you." That girl needed a tad more training to fit my needs. I turned to the customer with my most apologetic expression. "Excuse me, ma'am. We'll take care of the problem at once. Please accept our humblest apologies--" I continued on, smoothing the irate woman's feathers as Trowa wheeled the coffin out, down the hall, and back into autopsy suite. (o) I rolled the coffin out of the 'presentation' rooms and into the hallway, the new woman-hire alternating between defeat and anger trailing behind. I had no doubt that Duo would have the widow calmed down and charmed with him in no time. He had a talent that way I admired. It was up to me to correct the mistake we made, somehow. And I had wanted to check out early today, so I had better solve it fast. "What are we going to do, Trowa?" Andres asked me. His voice was always marked by tragedy. 'Course, if I had a dozen cats dumped on me I'd be marked, too—by dozens of claws wounds. "It wasn't my fault!" Endive stamped her foot. "And I'm not running out for a blue suit this time of night." The few times we'd worked together, I notice how she always sounded defensive and shrill when she was protecting herself from criticism. I gave her some slack, though, because it was a difficult job for a woman. And, yeah, I'm sexist that way, but slugging around 200 pound rotting corpses is unappealing and doesn't attract many women to the field. I continued into the chilly cadaver keep. This was going to be no big deal. "I'm sure you won't have to. Check this out." I pulled back a sheet covering another body revealing a man in the blue suit. "Just as I thought, you just put the wrong clothes on these two men." Endive said, "How's that possible if the brown suit was the one he wore when he died?" "Because he wasn't wearing that brown suit," I replied. "There are no singe or burn marks anywhere on it. The widow must be confused, but that's all okay. We'll remedy this." Andres' breath left a visible puff in the frigid room. "Man... I've never dressed a dead man before, but I can tell you that it's going to take us a while to switch clothes." "They look to be the same size and shape, right?" I smiled. Endive did a quick comparison, and then offered up her opinion. "Mr. Blue Suit might be a tad thinner in the gut, but other than that, they're the same build." "I agree. Good, we'll have this fixed in an instant. Dres, wheel Mr. Blue Suit here out, I'll get Mr. Brown, and we'll line them up in the autopsy room." Dres did as he was told, while Endive watched, wondering what my brilliant idea was. When I told them what we were going to do, they both paled. Cool, I could still shock the kiddies. Now, that's power. "That can't be okay, can it?" Dres started blubbering. "I'm sure Duo wouldn't want us to do that." "Who the hell cares?" Endive waved him off. "He's doing his job. I say, just do it and get it done with." "Thanks for the support," I muttered as I got down to business. "Dres, if you would loosen that one's tie..." (o) I had the widow seated in an overstuffed chair by a glowing fireplace with a tumbler of damned good brandy, and was well into my reassuring story about her wise choices in funerary material, when only ten minutes later, Trowa wheeled the coffin back into the funeral parlor. Miraculously, the corpse was in its correct blue suit. Oh, she was well-satisfied, and complimented him on the smooth and speedy service. "I especially want to know how you were able to get my husband into his blue suit so fast. Even alive, it took me hours of complaining to get him to dress himself." Trowa tilted his head. "Oh, well... you see...that's a parlor secret." He gave her a disarming smile, tipped an invisible hat, and disappeared quickly. As I said, he was in high spirits that day. I stayed by the coffin until the ceremony was about to begin, then rejoined my employees in the autopsy room. "All right, Trowa. How did you pull that one off so fast? Changing clothes, assuming you could find the clothes-- that they were even ever delivered-- would have taken you at least half an hour to get fixed properly. I have a nasty feeling about this." "Oh, it was easy. It happens that there was another body in the cadaver keep, who was, as I suspected, already dressed in the blue suit. Luckily, the men had been close enough in size not to matter. All we had to do was switch heads." He'd said that so effortlessly. Just rolled off his honey-coated tongue. I looked at Dres, who looked at me as if he'd swallowed a mouthful of pickled onions, and then at Endive, who may have sucked on a lemon dipped in salt, possibly. "That was entirely your idea. Leave me and Dres outta it," Endive said, pulling her support out from under Trowa. I focused on my almost-my-partner. "Can I speak privately with you a minute? In my office?" we rarely closeted ourselves up that way, but I didn't want to dress him down in frount of the pions. Once in the room, door closed, then I turned on him. "Tell me you...didn't." I felt my frown deepen. He folded his arms over his chest protectively, the funeral schedule book in one hand. "I did and it's done." "That is illegal. Shit, Trowa! The funeral home could lose its license over this." "Only if someone reports it, and they won't. That guy's going to be buried in an hour. The other one," Trowa flipped through the funeral schedule book he'd filched on his way out, "has already been viewed and will be cremated in the morning. No one but us will ever know. And I know the law. It won't happen again." I stretched to my full height, which was somewhat less than his, and glowered. "You bet it won't. You didn't know it wouldn't be viewed again when you did the switch. You just looked now. It's all just a matter of expedience with you, isn't it?" "That's right, and it doesn't matter any more. Relax. You worry too much. We have plenty of other things to do tonight." Trowa strode away leaving me to deal with my anger internally. Actually, I might have done the same thing, but I didn't want the newbies to think it was an ordinary occurrence. There were so many rules to teach them. So much training to do. And I couldn't do it all this day. I wanted to leave early and there was just the body Zechs had brought in to process. I could have punished Trowa and left him in charge to do that. I could have left. But... Quatre appeared at the back entrance wanting to snag a hold of Trowa and leave on their trip immediately. I was about to tell him just where he could go immediately, but I caught the look of near-rapture on Tro's face, took pity on him, and sent him outside on a break. Let them hobnob a bit. I couldn't stay mad at him and there was work to be done. "Dres, bring in that last body." (o) Duo was a little annoyed with me, but he sent me outside to see my boyfriend anyway. I couldn't remember ever feeling so care-free and cheerful before. Quatre lifted my spirits in an entirely new way each time we were together. Nothing seemed hopeless; solutions to every problem were in sight. And in his world, there were no dead bodies waiting in the cooler. Quatre was sipping a pink milkshake in worn jeans and wrapped in a heavy Irish sweater with a deep v-neck and nothing under it. I instantly forgot the world on the other side of the door. "So, is it good?" I asked. "Ummm, you bet. Would you like a taste?" Quatre offered me the tall drink. I sucked at the straw and shrugged. "Not bad. Kinda sweet for me and it's cold on a cold day like today." I rested my eyes on Quatre's lips, swollen slightly from the cold drink. My gaze rose slowly to meet his wide blue-green eyes. Quatre shivered. "See? You'll get brain-freeze if you drink that stuff too fast. Come 'ere." I perched on a low wall separating the parking lot from a walkway and pulled Quatre onto my lap, and kissed him deeply. I liked kissing and holding Quatre. He was very solid but light-weight, making him terribly exciting. I imagined fondling him alone. Quatre didn't usually hold back. He usually put his all into kissing, but not this afternoon. I felt Quatre's eyelashes brush my face, tickling me. "You're staring at me. Something wrong?" I asked. "N-no, not really. I wasn't expecting you to do...that, I guess." I thought his blush was adorable and his appearance of innocence almost too much for my self control. When I lowered my eyes, I could see sufficient flesh through the open neckline to put my urges into overdrive. My mind was going wild with sexual imaginings. "Do what? This?" Oh, I knew what Quatre meant; I was enjoying my role as aggressor. I ran my tongue along his lower lip, and then pushed gently until I met with teeth. When Quatre started to object, opening his mouth, I slid in my tongue. He wiggled, but my hands held him firmly in place. I tickled my tongue against his, begging it to come out and play. He squirmed, arousing me further until I had to end the kiss with a gentle suck of his lower lip. "French kissing was something I had never liked particularly—before." Quatre batted his eyelashes. "But I'm getting the hang of it, aren't I?" "Um," I was glad Duo hadn't been around to hear that, "you are something else. It's a good thing your daddy kept you under guard for so long." He giggled with delight. He liked the way I flirted with him and made him feel so desirable. "That's just one of the things I like about you, Trowa. I don't have to worry when I'm with you." I shook my head, and gave him a tight hug. "Oh, that's not true. You should be very worried. You are very tantalizing." He looked down, blushing. "I'm not a tease." "No, you're right, you're not. I meant that you make me want you." My eyes flashed a warning, but I was smiling. "And I love you." "Oh!" Quatre was caught off guard by my declaration. "Y-you do?" "Yeah, I do. I just figured that out-- why I feel the way I do around you, why I want to be with you all the time. Nobody's ever made me feel this way. Nothing like this." I used a long, tanned finger to tilt up his chin. "I mean it. I'm serious here, Quatre." "I love you, too," he said. "Oooh, that's feels so good to say, doesn't it? I love you." "Hmmm." "Oh, yes, let me try that again. I love you, Trowa. There, how did that sound?" "Like the best thing I've ever heard. God, Quatre, I love you so much..." I pressed my lips to his, and shared a moment of bliss. "You know, I don't know that much about you," Quatre said after catching his breath. "You're right. I even keep my past from myself," I chuckled then added, "But I think you are the one to help me discover a few things." I took a deep breath and adjusted Quatre's position on my lap. "Am I getting too heavy? I can get down..." "No way," I chuckled deep in my throat. "I'm never letting you get away now that I have you in my clutches." I growled like a lion and pretended to bite his delicate neck playfully. Quatre giggled more and pushed me away, enjoying the fun, until an unwelcome, familiar laugh interrupted us. "Oh, ho, ho, ho, hoooooo! Who have we here? Oh, if it isn't my almost-partner making out behind the funeral home with my ex-boyfriend. How cozy. Trowa, why don't you take off? Get a head start on your trip. " "You're sure?" I was grinning. I couldn't help it. I was in love and I had the best friends and the most understanding business partner there ever was. "I'm sure. And... good luck." "Thanks, Maxwell." "So," Quatre smiled up at me and interlaced his fingers with mine, "did you have a good day?" "It was okay. I decapitated two bodies and switched their heads around." "Tro-wa!" He slapped my arm and bumped hips. "I'll never understand your job if you always joke around about it!" (o) "So, I sent Trowa away with his crush because he was going to be worthless the rest of the day anyway," Duo explained to me. "And that meant I couldn't get away early like I'd wanted to." It was not necessary for him to explain. I understood his work was filled with unanticipated events and that his time could not be scheduled as accurately as mine could. "It's all right. I told you so. The dinner out idea can happen another time." "Yeah. Good. We can rent a movie and get takeout and eat it at my place, okay, 'Ro?" I calculated the time that would all take, making sure we had time for everything Duo wanted to do and still time to have sex before having to get some sleep. "Agreed, although next time leaving work on time would give us more latitude for the... messing around part." "I know. And I already explained the head switching and Trowa leaving part." "And I said it was all right. As long as we have some time together. I do not care what I eat or watch." "So, I can choose everything?" "Yes." "Pizza?" "That will be fine." We rented a movie and carried a couple pizzas and sodas to his apartment. We ate and watched a very silly slapstick movie, one of the latest just out on DVD, and cleaned up. It was a pleasant evening. "You didn't laugh much," he told me as we converted his folded couch into a horizontal flat surface. "Did you like it?" "Yes. I would have guessed that you would have chosen an action movie, though, and I thought you slept on a mattress before." "Yeah, and that mattress had seen better days. This is new. Anyway, as to the movie choice, I see enough of the reality of the streets in the morgue. I need escapism. Is that wrong that I want to see a comedy movie?" "No. Death, especially by violent means, should bother you, Duo. You are there to speak for those who can't and tell their story and sometimes even find their killers." "Yeah, that's right. But what about when I become the killer, huh?" "You--? Is that still bothering you?" Duo shot off the floor, braid whipping me in the face. "Still? My jaw's still sore, and that was just a punch. I gutted another human being and ran off. Yeah, it's still bothering me." He was getting all worked up. Waving his arms. I should have insisted he drink water instead of a sugary drink. I wanted some of that energy left for me, so I yanked on his shirt and dragged him down alongside me again. "What you killed was a worthless piece of evil shit," I told him. "I know, I know... But you didn't tell me to kill the guy. You probably could have knocked him over the head or something. I was about to kick him in the guts, which probably would have sent him and his knives sprawling. I'm pretty good at stuff like that. I don't know what I was thinking." "You were reacting under pressure in self defense." My own reflexes had once been honed to lightning-quick death strikes through years of training defending myself. But still, when Zechs had attacked me in the palace months ago, he had nearly bested me. Had I moved against Zechs any harder, I might have maimed the man. Duo hadn't that kind of training, so why did he expect so much from himself? "I couldn't take the chance that he wouldn't try to kill you or me. In the time I might have talked him out of it, he could have lunged." "I know, and he had it coming to him. I agree." "It's just... I wish someone other than me had done it." "I have my regrets also." I looked Duo squarely in the eyes before closing them. "The work I did on that island was not something I will ever be proud of. Too much of it was unethical and borderline illegal." We sat holding each other in silence. Justified or not, snuffing out lives was bad for the karma. Duo stirred in my arms and brought his face right up to mine. His eyes were huge, so huge I closed mine again to avoid falling into them. "What if Une noticed that we left the island; I mean, we didn't even stop by and say goodbye." "I do not know." My eyes opened a slit. "I doubt the scam was needed. No one even noticed the planes, most likely... anyway. I'd better go. Whether you realize it or not, you need to sleep now." "Stay." Duo struck out to stop me, the contact turning gentle and tingled where it contacted my shoulder. His anger had given him an edgy quality, which I found most appealing. Duo's greater momentum carried him forward, crushing my back into the futon. He closed in to kiss me. I was feeling light-headed as Duo pressed a kiss firmly onto my lips. Oh how I wanted to give in to that kiss! Automatically, my free hand wrapped around him, then moved to position my hand over his hip. His thumb caressed over my lower rib, and I shuddered. Our legs intertwined, pinning me in place. I hadn't the strength or motivation to fight him. And then he let up on me. "Duo...?" I felt him pull away slightly, he blushed and sat up. "I... need to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." I closed my eyes and flung an arm over them, then I started talking to myself. "I must be crazy. I am falling in love with him more and more. A part of me wants him so badly. I can do this. I will show him that I can take him on." I scrambled off the futon and looked in the mirror tacked outside the bathroom door. I poked at my shirt. "Not very sexy looking tonight, Yuy," I said in judgment of my reflection. "But hopefully he will just want it off anyway, so it doesn't matter." I tip-toed back to the futon, turned out the light, and sat stiffly. I swallowed hard. I had just admitted to myself that I had decided to sleep with Duo, make love with Duo, and was terribly unsure of what to do next. "Well, I think I can count on hishelp." Duo opened the bathroom door and crept down the hallway and back into the study, closing the door behind him, well trying to. It didn't fit. The door was warped and the jam eschew. It was dark, but I could detect Duo's mounded figure kneeling beside the futon. "You're just where I left you," he said. He had a couple towels and a scattering of smaller items. My heart was pounding to get out, my hands clammy and my mouth dry. I should have brushed my teeth, but remembered that I had brought nothing. "'Ro?" He eased onto the futon, suddenly afraid to come into contact me. "Heero?" He moved closer and I heard his breathing; it was slow, deep, and even. He nipped a portion of my lower lip. "Heh, heh..." My eyes flew open in surprise, but I said nothing. He had placed a tube of lube and a condom in my hand. "We'll take turns. You first on top, then me." I started to shake my head. I had to explain how I could NOT push him face down on his futon and stick my cock up his ass. No. NO! He was unbuttoning my shirt, staring into my eyes. His was off. I didn't even remember seeing him remove it. "'Ro, it's me, ya know." "Duo." I could see him dimly now. Considerable light streamed in from the street lamp outside. "Yeah, your Duo. Now, lean back and give me a hand with the pants. Jesus, you weigh a ton. Solid rock." My wallet fell out and he tossed it on the growing discarded-clothes pile. My boxers disappeared with the pants and then he stood and removed his own. We had left our shoes and socks at the door. "I got this idea," he said. "I think this'll work for us both." I was willing to try, but he pushed me flat on my back and straddled me. "Please don't ask me to--." I didn't know what I could do in that position. Perhaps he had changed his mind and would fuck me first. I was lost in sensation as he sucked on my middle finger and stroked my erection to fullness. He unscrewed the lube and squeezed a generous blob onto my finger then pushed my hand in the general direction of his ass-cleft. "I think you can find the right spot." He grinned at my astonished expression. "Uh, huh." I nudged at the tight bud with my fingertip and watched his face and it slipped part the tight ring. "It's so hot inside." "Ninety-eight point six." "Romantic," I growled with an eye roll. "How is that?" I added another finger and was amazed that he could stretch so quickly to accommodate me. "It's you, 'Ro. It's good. I'm relaxed. No worries. Oh!" He moaned and sank onto my chest. "That's the p-place. Sooo good." I took my time. Ty had never given me time. He took; never gave. My fingers loved Duo. Before I inserted a third finger, though, he rose onto his haunches. "Oh no, I want the real thing now. Any more of what you were doing and I'll be done for." This was the part I feared. I couldn't hurt him, and I knew it hurt. Ty hurt me over and over. "Please--?" Duo didn't understand. He was coating my cock with a condom. He was wetting it with lube. Sliding up and down. "S-stop." Or maybe he did. "Hard to hold back, huh? I hear ya, babe." He had a hold of my erection behind his back and rose up on his knees. "Let me do the guiding, 'kay?" he asked. I could not have moved if he had ordered me too. I lay there ram-rod straight and watched as his cock dripped precum onto my belly and my cock disappeared up his ass. "Hot!" I cried out. He was burning me, squeezing me—no, loving me. I was deep inside him and he was moving very slowly. I was almost out, then completely embedded. The urge to pump into him was terrible. "So good. I need—" "Gotcha, babe. I'll take care of you." He started to bounce and grab his bobbing hard-on. I covered his hand with my own slippery one and he let go, letting me coat his shaft and love him. It was a bit awkward and our timing missed, but the feeling! He exploded over me and a little later I shot off into him. Into his ass. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I was gasping when he collapsed into my arms. Breathless from the exertion. "Oh, god, Duo, that was perfect. That was...perfect. I can do this." "Hey, that's good. Really good. Love ya, 'Ro. I knew we could work things out." "You are so good for me, to me," I sniffed. I was sobbing. I was smiling. I was totally overwhelmed by a flood of emotions. "I love you. You and only you. There is nothing, no one who will come between us. No Ty. No Solo. No past lovers. Just you and me. Am I right?" "Y-yes. You and me." Duo tossed the used rubber onto the empty pizza box, disturbing something because I heard it skitter away. "We get tested for STD's, get cleared, and do away with the condoms, 'cause it's just you and me, babe, forever." "Forever. Yes." And then we kissed. I felt a mouse run across my leg. "Us. You me and the mouse, Duo." "Ah, shit. He back already?" "He's got a pizza crust." "He's got some crust, that's all I can say." "I want to live with you," I told him. "Here? Here with...me and little Mickey?" "You named your dick?" I asked. "The mouse! Mickey Mouse, get it? Forget it. You wanna move in with me here? What about a studio?" "Not here. Someplace else." "Oh. Like find a place for the two of us?" "Yes." "Oh. That's cool. Yeah, I'd like that. Sure. We can get started... soon?" "After Trowa gets back and you can take off some time from work." "Yeah, that would work. Wow. That'll be way cool." I smiled and knew life would be good forever. (o) With one hand behind my head Heero leaned in and kissed me deeply. I wrapped my arms around his neck and fell backwards onto the futon. I loved the weight of him on top of me, grinding on me. "God, 'Ro, I'm gonna explode!" "No, you are not," he quipped. Giving me a sly smile. He reached across a pillow, recovered the KY, opened it quickly with his mouth, and squeezed a generous amount into the palm of his hand. He sat up and smiled down at me. "You'll lube me?" "Yeah, babe." I transferred a blob of KY to my fingers and reached around to his back end. "If you lean forward, I'll prep you good." "That is... warming." "This brand is. Feels good, huh?" He gasped as I massaged his tight ring and poked in one finger. "Really, really good." He kissed me quickly again and then stopped and looked down at me. "I am ready?" "Didn't anybody ever do this right for you before? No, hon, you're so tight and I want you gaping open for me." "I didn't take long enough for you, did I?" Poor guy sounded worried he'd hurt me. "You didn't hear me complain, did you? And that's because I know how to relax my ass. Mind over matter." He nodded, looking far more serious than he should considering what we were doing. I wondered about his sexual encounters with Ty. They must have been bad. No wonder he wasn't excited about playing the aggressor role. I really hated Ty more and more. "Like what I'm doing? Stretching you." That got his attention on what my fingers were doing just as I found his prostrate hump and pressed. "Fu-uck yeah!" he groaned and lowered his body onto mine for another kiss. I looked my lover in the eyes and he had this look that I can't even describe. "I want you inside of me," he said. He rocked back and I lubed myself and rolled on a condom as he watched. "Okay, see how good your aim is. Tricky, huh?" "I'm trying to get you to enter me," he explained as he pressed back. It wasn't working so good. "Just relax and I'll hold my dick still and you go down a little bit. Maybe about an inch. You okay?" He winced and stopped moving. "It was a really sharp pain at first." "Okay, don't push down any harder." He didn't move in or out; just stayed in the same place. "Now I am relaxed; the pain is gone. Oh, that's good." I raised my hips the little I could, pushing up and in. I let out a few loud moans telling him how hot he was, how fuckably sensational he was, and other sappy stuff I don't remember. He drew down his eyebrows a little bit, and I felt him push down, his hot insides sucking me up. "Yeah, babe." I shot out one hand above my head to grip the edge of the futon, squeezing until my knuckles were white. My other hand was on his cock, distracting him from any pain by rubbing the sensitive tip. "Fuck." He moaned as he lowered himself all the way. I released my grip on the edge of the bed so I could hold him tightly at the hip, my nails digging into him. "Go for it, stud," I urged him. "You'll figure out how to hit that spot." He moved faster and harder. His whole body shivered as if with a chill and he groaned in a rush of pleasure. I moaned out loudly as he did when his insides cramped and squeezed my cock. His paced quickened, letting out short quick moans. I grasped his body while I fucked him back. He looked down at me with a frown and his mouth open, but I couldn't hear him breathe. I gave some short hard thrusts that made the futon shake against the wall, and he came, gushing ropes across my chest. I shot like crazy inside, screaming his name. He collapsed on top of me and the both of us were panting heavily. He buried his face down in the crook of my neck, kissing and biting my neck until I pushed him away, laughing. With the last of my strength, I disposed of the sticky condom as I had the previous one. We were both as sweaty and out of breath hardcore, but he managed to gather enough energy to lift his head kiss me gently, before collapsing back down over my shoulder. Music was just coming though the gap in the window sash. A neighbor was practicing his sax. Just as first tune ended and before changing to another song, Heero said in a quiet voice, "I love you." "Me...too," I managed to say before falling asleep. (o) With Trowa out of town, I knew Duo had to be at work early, so I picked a night I knew he'd want to tuck in before ten o'clock to conduct my search. I believed that all the murders he had looked into tied Voyate Pharmaceutical Research Laboratory to OZ Asylum and Penitentiary. I also suspected that someone at Voyate and Lady Une were in cahoots with the head of OZ, Treize Khushrenada, whether willfully or not. I also felt that the accidental explosion, as police called it, which had nearly taken Trowa's life had been purposeful. To what purpose, I could only guess. Had the intention been to scare Voyate into stopping or continuing their testing? The explosion might even been planned kill someone other than Trowa; was he the real target? What if he was? Why? What kind of threat was Trowa, a graduate chem. major to OZ? I wanted answers, which was why I was about to break into the Une's home that night. With practiced ease, I had jimmied the back sliding door off its glider-frame, and had just placed the heavy door to the side, when a voice from the shadows behind me asked, "What are you doing here, Yuy?" "Damn!" Had the door been lighter, I might have jumped a foot, as it was, the weight grounded me. I recognized the voice, but it took me a second or two to attach a face to it and to control my own voice. "I could ask you the same, couldn't I, Chang?" "You could, but I asked first." "Shouldn't you be investigating the Voyate murders?" "Not all night. How about you? I understand you have a play and an art show opening to be preparing for." "All under control. Now, leave." "Not until you tell me what you are doing lurking about Lady Une's house at midnight. Tell me, or I'll write you up for suspicious behavior," Wufei threatened. "I am collecting something for Trowa." This was close to the truth. "Oh? Why doesn't he just call her and get it himself?" "He wants to avoid the woman." "He's not even in Sanc, currently. What's really up, Yuy." "I guess you haven't been paying close attention lately. I blame her for Trowa's accident and prefer to avoid her if possible. However, she is using drugs created by Voyate and being tested on the inmates of OZ, I want to know. I want another laboratory to check out what I find." "And that's where you come in, you figure? Breaking and entry?" I pulled out my set of keys and tried one. It didn't fit into the disabled door, but it was a symbolic act. "It's open now." Reading Chang was like reading a carved stone. But then he smiled a sly smile. "As an officer of the law, I must stop you; however, as a Preventers agent, I may request your assistance to collect some limited evidence." "How nice. And your boss permits you to come and go as you like... Let's get this over with..." I wanted to go in first and alone. He was equally determined to lead. We had a standoff. "She is not in, but others are." "Others?" Wufei narrowed his eyes and glared as if he could better read my mind that way. "Don't tell me you didn't know she had a family?" "I won't." "I will go first, then. I know where the bedrooms and bathrooms are. I've been in this house before. Have you?" I hadn't been past the front yard. "All right. First, we check out the bathrooms." "Upstairs, then," Chang said, as he slipped past the gaping doorway. We crept into the back room, past the kitchen, and slowly up the stairs to the first landing. There, we paused to listen for movement. "I hear someone in a room up ahead. It is early for everyone to be asleep, you know," Chang whispered. We stood there in the dark for two minutes, then, convinced that no one was coming our way, we continued to the top of the stairway. Chang pointed to a door on the left and mouthed, "Husband." Next to that room was a bathroom. I didn't hesitate. I extracted an evidence bag from my pocket, and entered the room. Around the sink were two bottles. What I wanted were samples from Voyate labs, different ones if possible for my label testing. Inside the medicine cabinet I found dozens of non-standard containers. Could these be experimental drugs? Several were duplicates, so I took those. Just as I was about to leave, I noticed the trash can. More empty bottles with the distinguishing 'ZP' watermark. I added those to my collection, and started to leave. Chang, standing guard outside the bathroom door, pushed me back inside, and then slipped in and locked the door. He held a finger to his lips, "Sh." They could hear a door open at the far end of the hall, then the footsteps of someone approaching the bathroom. If we were caught, we were sunk. I did not think Chang's agent status would protect him much. There was a gentle rap on the door. "Are you all right?" Silence wouldn't do, but what was there to say? "Bobby?" Une's husband sounded worried. Wufei flushed the toilet and turned on the water at the sink to further mask his voice, then pitched his voice higher to mimic a 10 year-old boy. "M'Okay." "All right, son, sorry. Just checking." Footfalls softly stepped down the hall, a door opened then closed with a 'click,' then silence returned. My muscles ached with tension as I held an uncomfortable position- I was determined not to touch Chang's body as it pressed closer in an effort put as much space between himself and the door. His warm body movements were arousing. I could sense Chang's similar discomfort with the close confines. I bent slightly, catching a faint whiff of his after shave, citrus-y and clean-smelling. I couldn't remember when I had last made love Duo—and then I could, and it had been wonderful. It had been far too long, I decided, if a straight man like Chang could excite me. "I don't hear anything," I whispered. "Go, now." Chang agreed, nodded, and carefully turned the doorknob, cracking open the door slightly, but his hand stopped it at a crack. "Careful." I peered over his shoulder, but could see nothing moving on the other side. "Clear." Chang stole past the couple's bedroom door, then onward to the stairs. I followed him down and through the back room, until we finally darted out the back door. There I stopped to lift and jiggle the door back into its slot. I pushed until it slid into place and the catch engaged. Chang watched as I re-engaged the security system, the questions forming in his mind like popcorn. He looked like he might burst. "How--?" "Later," I whispered. I gave it one more twist and the poor lock caught and the security light blinked "on". "All secure. Go." Chang dashed around to the front sidewalk, down the street, and around the block to where Chang had parked his car. I was on his heels, but walking on to catch the bus. When he reached his car he turned around. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked me. "To the palace. Zechs will have these analyzed overnight." "Get in. We will do this as a Preventers case."
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