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"Destination Eden"Written By: Lisa-chan
Disclaimer: The G-boys are not mine. I only use
them for loads of fun and for putting them in compromising situations
and stuff. Rating: NC-17 Warnings: yaoi, shounen-ai, voyeurism, slight
het, blood, angst, sap, OOCness, Relena-bashing, OC, AU on Duo’s
behalf. Pairings: 1x2x1, 1x3, 2x4, hints of 2+OC, 4x3
implied Summary: AC\200. The war is over,
total peace reigns. Heero loves Duo. Duo loves Heero. Only neither
one is aware of the others feelings. Who will make them find out? Author: Lisa-chan Author’s e-mail: m.van_kerckvoorde@planetinternet.be
Author’s note: This fic is a rewritten version
of a fic I once wrote, called Nobody’s perfect. Some might recognize
it. I’ve added parts of both Duo and Heero’s past, Duo about
his life on the street, Heero about his harsh training with Doctor
J. The original story, the one in their present lives, basically stayed
the same. I’ve also added a prologue and epilogue. I have indicated
AU on Duo’s behalf, especially concerning his past. No Maxwell
church, no sister Helen, no Sweepers on his fourteen years old. He
did meet Solo. But I’m gonna stop rambling now before I give
everything away. Don’t let the het scare you away, I promise
some good boys on boys action ahead ^_~ Well, enjoy! Reviews would
be nice. Thoughts in Italics ~o~O~o~ indicates flashback Thousands of thanks to Shenlong for the beta reading
^_^ ~*~*~ Destination Eden
“Who’s idea was this again?” Heero said in a low voice. “Oh that’s right. It was yours. So then, what are you waiting for… Shinigami?” he added in a low whisper. A sly grin crossed his lips as he saw Duo’s eyes narrowing and a blush coloring his cheeks when he was addressed with the name of his evil alter-ego. “Show me that dark side of yours…” Duo yanked him to the desk and bent over him, his crucifix gliding over Heero’s chest. “I don’t have a dark side,” he murmured in his ear. “I *am* dark.” Heero’s eyes rolled back with passion and anticipation, and he tossed his head back as he felt Duo’s erection being pressed against his own, letting out a shaky moan in the process. All of a sudden, they heard sounds coming from the office next-door, muffled, but very clear. “Oh… oh.. Go on… Oh Quatre… Ah!” “Ah… Trowa… Oh so good.. Oooh!!” The three of them looked at each other in breathless surprise for a few moments and didn’t quite seem to know how to react, until Heidi’s face at last broke into a wide grin. “I wager you two can do better than that!” she encouraged them happily. More of a prompting they didn’t need, and Heidi could only watch with great delight how Heero drew Duo’s fingers to his mouth and sucked them lavishly. Duo didn’t linger too long before he sneaked the moist fingers to the dark shadows between Heero's thighs. Heero’s breathing was short and quick when Duo massaged his tight entrance before pushing one finger inside. His other hand slowly moved along Heero’s slender side up to his shoulder and he let gentle flicks of his soft tongue dart over Heero’s chest and neck, while slowly inserting a second finger, making the squirming boy cry out. But his skin tasted bitter from the ointment, so he moved on to the only part they hadn’t treated. Heero’s head fogged with pleasure as Duo softly sucked upon the swollen head and his mind seemed to be sucked away when Duo took him in to the hilt and on top of that pushed in a third finger, much to Heero’s delight. Since the two areas were being pampered at the same time, he had a pretty hard time deciding what felt the best, not that he had much of his brain left to concentrate with. So he decided to just try and make the two sensations mingle, to let them flow into one whole. His climax was growing as Duo proceeded. His muscles were tensing, he convulsed around Duo’s fingers and his moans grew to screams, but just at that crucial moment, his mind was brusquely being jerked back out of its blissful pit and images started to dance in front of his eyes again. A cry, which Duo could recognize as everything but rapturous or passionate, gave him a start. Had he unknowingly bitten something? His curiosity, rather than his concern, enticed him to let go of the heated shaft and he pushed his own lust aside to look his demigod in the face. “Heero? What’s wrong?” he asked. The Wing Zero pilot had his eyes wide open in terror and was trembling all over. If Duo had worn any kind of clothing, Heero probably would’ve grabbed his collar or something, but he didn’t, so he reached for the only thing he could get a hold of, that being Duo’s rosary with the one hand, and his slightly loosened braid with the other. He was blinded with fright and was oblivious to the fact that he almost snapped the gem and hurt Duo by clutching his hair like that. Heidi had leapt off her chair and tried to console Heero while trying to pry his fingers away from Duo’s hair, oh his sacred hair, but the boy only tightened his grip. “Heero, calm down. It’s okay, you’re with us,” Heidi said calmly, rubbing him gently over his head. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. Please, calm down and let go of Duo’s hair.” The normal look was slowly returning to Heero’s eyes and his fingers finally loosened. “Very good,” she encouraged him. “Now, tell us. What’s wrong?” “I haven’t hurt you, have I?” Duo asked meekly, reaching behind to rub the sore spot on his head. “I saw you again,” Heero said, still panting slightly. “You were tied up, but it lasted longer this time. I saw more this time. You had a cut, Duo.” “A cut?” Duo said. “How do you mean, I had a cut? Where?” Heero slowly traced his finger from Duo’s forehead to his chin, perfectly following the shape of his face while he was doing so. “Right about there,” he whispered, his eyes wide, almost astonished, as if he was disbelieving that he could actually see such things in his head. “Heero, that’s not a cut,” Duo said. “That’s the beginning of skinning me alive.” “What?” Heero said startled, cowering a bit. “Duo, that’s exactly what I saw when I was with Doctor J. All of your skin was gone, even your eyelids and lips, and the one that was carrying you in his arms was… It was… me,” he added in a confused whisper. He backed away even more and made an attempt to escape from between Duo’s arms, who's mouth had dropped open in absolute astonishment. “I… I don’t think we should do this. Maybe it’s… better you two go now and… leave me alone for a while,” he said, a thin film of cold sweat covering his entire face. Two hands gripped his arms, hard, but without hurting. “No, no, no! Don’t run away. You shouldn’t run away now.” The surprise Heero had felt as those two hands seized him changed to aversion. “Why not?” he asked sharply. “Because you haven’t had the chance to screw me yet?” “No, of course not!” Duo exclaimed perplexed. “What do you think I am, a senseless scumbag?” Heidi, for some reason, went into a spontaneous coughing fit and Heero quickly looked away. Exactly the reputation he had. “Hey!” Duo shouted, getting all the more pissed off. “I can be sensitive and caring! Who treated your wounds just now, huh?” Heero squinted at him. “You’re right,” he sighed. “Now, you listen to me, Heero. It’s obvious to me now that Doctor J has poisoned your mind. You’re seeing horrible things when I’m trying to do something, but those things aren’t real. You must try and focus on that when it happens again. He wants to scare you with those visions, but don’t let that fear defeat you. You are stronger than that, I know you are. And I will help you to conquer that fear, I swear.” “You will?” he said, his voice slightly distrustful. “Hey, remember what I once said. I may run, and I may hide, but I never tell a lie,” Duo smiled. “I see. So what do you suggest we do about it?” Duo gave a self-evident nod with his head. “Doing what we were about to do.” “You are truly unbelievable!” Heero cried, trying to push Duo away, but Duo was stronger than he had expected. “Here I lie, frightened to death, and you can only think about one thing, you obsessed jerk!” “Heero, calm down!” Heidi interfered. “He means well, although it might not come over that way,” she shot Duo a reproaching glare, “I’m sure he’s only focused on getting you over it. I too believe that that’s the only way to fight against that fear.” As much as he tried, he couldn’t find a double meaning in her voice, nor her eyes, and slowly he was convinced. “Come on now, Heero. I’m just doing this to help you, not because I want to use you. And we can stop any time you wish, I won’t force anything on you. Kay, Hee-chan?” he asked, puppy-eyes-expression displayed on his face. Oh, those puppy eyes. “Didn’t I tell you just now not to call me that anymore?” Heero asked. But Duo put on a bright smile and gave him a swift kiss to his mouth. “Part of the treatment, koi.” He bent over Heero and gave him a few sweet strokes through his hair. “Now, brace yourself. It might hurt a little.” Heero was doing his best to feel at least a bit excited by Duo’s touches and caresses, but that damn vision and the fear that it might happen again had wilted his arousal. “I know, but… Duo… No, I’m not ready yet,” he stammered. “My poor love,” Duo whispered. “Don’t be afraid now. Just relax. I’ll be gentle.” And very gentle he was indeed. Heero never knew he could be so gentle. He softly let his hands rove over Heero's abdomen while his tongue played with a nipple, ignoring the bitter taste this time, since his mind was only set on pleasing Heero as much as he could. And he succeeded wonderfully well at that. Much sooner than he had expected he had him moaning and writhing again. When his frolicking fingers had reached the inside of Heero's thighs, he kneaded the flesh until Heero’s member was fully erect again, but as he moved his hand up, he paused for a moment. “Damn, such a shame I don’t have any lubricant,” he said softly, looking around to search for anything that could serve as lubricant. And there Heidi was, back on her chair, but close enough, a little tube of the gel substance, practically shoving it under his nose. “Hey, where did that come from?” Duo asked sheepishly. “From my pocket,” Heidi said. “Do you always carry that with you?” “Pretty often, yes.” “Oh well, would you look at that? Who’s being obsessed now, eh? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say *you* are a…” “Maxwell, would you take the freaking lubricant already and fuck the hell out of me,” Heero growled, clutching Duo’s hair again, an almost murderous glare in his eyes. “Ow-ow! Alright, I will, as long as you let go of my hair,” Duo yammered, searching for Heidi’s outstretched hand and grabbing the tube when he’d found it. Slightly amused, Heero untangled his fingers and watched him while he clumsily coated a few fingers and his member with the lube, and he actually sort of giggled. He giggled about the startled expression on Duo’s face, probably for the sudden demanding tone in his voice. Well, Duo after all was the best in getting someone in the right mood. Duo squinted up at his face. “Heero, was that you? Have you been drinking? Heidi, search the room for bottles of vodka or whiskey or something.” “Duo, I’m gonna say it to you one more time! Screw me senseless, no-ooow!” Duo firmly pressed one hand to Heero’s chest, while two fingers of the other one were sunk into that heavenly tight entrance again. “Why, so impatient, my love,” he purred. “I thought you weren’t ready yet.” “I… I am now,” Heero whimpered. “Please, Duo.” It would’ve been the eighth wonder of the world if Duo were to obey him at once when it came to this. As much as he himself ached to let his manhood replace his working fingers, the longer he could go on with this without Heero screaming blue murder again, the better. So far, he hadn't and he knew that could only be a good sign, so he continued stroking him, mercilessly ignoring Heero’s urgent pleas. His roaming eyes were absorbing every wonderful inch of Heero's sweating body, until they locked onto a deep-colored source of overwhelming pleasure. How he wanted to have a taste of that again, but by that time Heero was ferociously pounding his fists on the desk, and Duo knew he truly was ready to start the final test. He withdrew his fingers and gently pushed the throbbing head inside, knowing that from this moment on, the chance Heero could snap again grew with every thrust he would give him. Nevertheless, the only cries he gave now were cries of pleasure and sweet surrender. Duo let himself grind out a groan of rapture when he pushed further inside. A burning fire melted their bodies and souls together. The sweat on the skin of them both seemed to sizzle and evaporate. Except for the passionate screams coming from the two men, they also radiated an intimate warmth, and it really was a sight for sore eyes to see how they were taking each other to their own heaven and hell. Heidi marveled at how long it took before Heero lost control again, but just when she thought they would both dart over the edge, she saw a tear glistening in his eye, and his face instantly twitched back to extreme terror. “Oh God, Duo no!!” he hollered. Funny. That should’ve been “Oh God, Duo yes!” It was almost impossible for Duo to hold himself back now they had come this far. But the little whisper somewhere in the back of his mind reared its head again, in fact it rather had to holler instead of whisper to drown out the upcoming roaring beast of his orgasm. It told him it hadn’t been the “Oh God, Duo yes” he wanted to hear, but the exact opposite. Reluctantly he forced himself to open his eyes and hold his hips still. “Heero?” he said, slightly panting. “It’s absurd! It’s just plain absurd!” Heero puffed, his face dripping with sweat, eyes flooding with tears and hand reaching out for something that wasn’t there. “I was tearing the skin off your face, and you were screaming out in pain, and you were crying and trying to break free, but you were handcuffed and they were red from you blood because you kept on tugging at them, and it was me… Me! I was tearing… *I* was tearing your skin off!” he rattled, squeezing Duo’s arm with an incredible amount of force. Once again, Heidi jumped off her seat and helped Duo to break free from his iron grip. “Heero!” she shouted, snapping her fingers in front of his glazed eyes, but he didn’t react to it. Desperate eyes flickered over to Duo. A great help he wasn’t right now. He just looked at his lover, mouth slightly open, his eyes ready to roll out. Never before had he seen him crying like this, never in his entire life, not even that time in his office when he had dumped Relena, not even just now when he had him sobbing against his chest. Back then it had only been a few tears that left his eyes. But now, now it was an endless stream of crystal liquid. His entire body shook from the heavy sobs, and only now and then he could distinguish a comprehensible word amidst his feverish cries. “Duo… no… I’m sorry… I… didn’t mean to hurt you…” he choked. His breath came in wheezes and at an abnormally fast rate. A look of utter anxiety spread over Duo’s face as he realized what was happening. “Oh my God, Heidi. He’s hyperventilating!” he said, looking from Heero to his girlfriend. “Get a bag, quickly.” She looked around in clueless-ness. A bag. Where the hell do you get a bag in an office as neatly cleaned up as Heero’s? Her eyes were searching, scanning the entire room, but she could see anything but a bag. “Heidi, hurry up! He’s choking!” Duo urged. “Duo, you’re exaggerating,” she said, still looking around. “Hyperventilation doesn’t cause suffocation. In the worst case he’ll go into a panic fit, but he won’t choke.” “I don’t want that either. You found one yet?” She was getting more than a little annoyed. She still hadn’t found what she was looking for. Out of pure despair, she began rifling through the drawers of the desk, until she happened to look up and saw a squashed, paper bag under Heero’s back. “Duo, lift him up,” she said. “Heidi, I asked for a bag, why are you talking about lifting him up?” Duo argued. “Just do it!” she snapped. Without further questioning he did so, and she snatched the paper bag away the moment there was enough free space between Heero’s body and the piece of furniture. She felt something in it and upended it to remove the contents. On the floor fell a few demolished sandwiches, Heero’s ruined lunch. So, that was that. Quickly to Duo now. The surplus of oxygen in Heero’s lungs was smothering him, everything he saw was a haze, things were flowing into each other and everything was spinning in the air. Vaguely he heard two voices fighting but they were drowned out by a loud throbbing in his head. He felt himself being lifted up a bit by two strong arms, and almost instantly after that, a paper bag enclosed his mouth. The outrageous draughts of air he sucked in, bounced back in the bag, and as he used the same air over and over again, his breathing at last finally returning to its normal pace. “Heero, are you alright?” Duo asked worriedly. The Japanese still stared blankly in front of him for a few moments until he had collected enough common sense. His dull look hovered to Duo. When he recognized him, he threw his arms around his neck, crushing the latter against him in utmost surprise. “Oh Duo, I’m so glad you’re still with me,” he cried. “It was only a dream.” To be continued…
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