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"Nobody's Perfect "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, masturbation,
slight het, blood, angst, sappy, slight OOCness, Relena-bashing. Pairings: 1x2x1, 1x3, 2x4, hints of 2xH, 4x3 Summary: AC\200. The war is over, Heero thinks
he can finally tell Duo what he feels for him. But Doctor J thinks
differently about that. And Duo? Well, he doesn’t know quite
yet he’s gay, but will find out soon enough. Title: Nobody’s perfect Author: Lisa-chan Author’s e-mail: m.van_kerckvoorde@planetinternet.be
Author’s note: This takes place 4 years after Endless Waltz. ~*~*~ Nobody’s Perfect Chapter 5 With their mouths hanging open and their ears practically
glued to the wall, they tried to follow the raging conversation in
the office next-door. When it was silent at last, the three of them,
Heidi, Duo and Quatre, coz Trowa naturally didn’t lower himself
to the level of eavesdropping like a little child, slowly straightened
again, their eyes big. “Duo, did you hear that?” Heidi asked almost
breathlessly. “He’s gonna keep him locked up. He’s
gonna prevent any contact with us here at work.” “It’s a disgrace,” Duo said. “And
when *I’m* finding something a disgrace, then it really is.” “By the way,” Quatre said. “What was
with the bandages?” Duo looked at the platinum-blonde man and softly grabbed
his shoulders. “I said I had my reasons not to start a relationship
with him. I wasn’t joking about that.” “You knew Doctor J would do this?” “I knew he wouldn’t be happy about it, but
I hadn’t foreseen he would do such things, to torture him and
actually lock him up like a criminal.” “But he can’t do this, can he? Lady Une must
be crazy to allow all this,” Quatre said, tears filming his orbs. “I wouldn’t be surprised if Lady Une doesn’t
know anything about this.” “Then we must tell her,” Heidi said. Duo lowered his eyes and softly shook his head. “Even
if we do, it wouldn’t help. Doctor J has far more influence than
we have. He will talk her into believing him instead of us.” “Then what are we gonna do?” “Well Quatre, I guess that there is very little we can do. We’ll just have to wait and see.” ********** It was five o’clock, and finally he could go home.
Finally he could be with Duo again. Any moment now, Doctor J would
open that door and let him out. In the mean time, he searched the
pockets of his jacket to get his car keys, but as hard as he searched,
he couldn’t find them, and that was quite a disaster, for his
house key hung together with it on the same key ring. The familiar clicking of the lock momentarily stopped
him in his search. Doctor J came in, and he welcomed him with all
the feigned friendliness he could muster. He had decided for himself
that being submissive and obedient would be the best thing to do.
Maybe he would shorten his imprisonment a bit then. “Are you ready?” Doctor J asked. “Just a moment,” Heero said, looking in the
drawers of his desk. “I’m still looking for my keys.” “I don’t think you’re going to find them.” “What?” he snapped, jerking his head up. His
eyes widened and he could feel his blood unmistakably heating up.
Doctor J held his hand up, and between his thumb and index finger
were dangling Heero’s keys. It actually made Heero speechless.
He was dumbfounded and furious at the same time, but he also wanted
to cry his eyes out for the prospect of that month. Now it dawned
upon him what Doctor J was up to. Not only on his work, but also in
his private life would he prevent any contact with his American beauty. “Come on, I will take you home,” Doctor J
said, gesturing with his head to follow him. With a sullen expression on his face, he did so, and as he walked out of his office he caught a glimpse of the object of his dreams, deeply in conversation, could’ve been a quarrel, with Heidi. They were just about to leave as well. For a split second they made eye-contact, and in that split second Duo could see more pain, grief and desire than he would ever wish to his greatest enemy. After that, Doctor J immediately jerked Heero by his hand when he had closed the door, making a detour to the elevator so they wouldn’t pass the arguing couple. Behind him, Heero could still hear Duo calling his name, clearly confused, and although he wanted to look back more than anything, he forced himself to keep his eyes on the door of the elevator. The pain tugging at his heart on that moment could’ve easily rivalled with Duo’s Deathscythe slashing through it. ********** In spite of the imprisonment Doctor J had inflicted upon him, the evening came faster than he had expected. He had decided to go to bed early that night, because he couldn’t concentrate on anything anyway. A decision he would regret very soon. The moment he lay down, he puzzled his head off. All today’s events came back in his head to haunt him, again and again. The punishment, those horrible visions, and now he was even robbed from all his freedom. Not only Doctor J had brought him home, also there he had locked him up. “I hope you enjoy your new windows”, he had still said before he left him. At first he didn’t know what he meant by that, but later that evening when he had tried to break them he had to conclude that he couldn’t break them at all. Not by throwing a chair against it, not with banging on it with some heavy object, not even by shooting at it with his gun, and somehow he had made sure that he couldn’t open them too. His phone was gone, and his cell phone as well. Even his precious laptop he had to hand in. Every contact with the world outside was impossible. Along the day Doctor J had also asked him what he wanted to eat for dinner. He didn’t see the point in telling him that, moreover, that night he was planning to have dinner with Duo and Heidi, so he had simply barked “Nothing!” And nothing was what he found when he was dropped off home. His refrigerator was practically empty. Another reason why he couldn’t find any rest that night, an empty stomach. But what burned more brightly than any other things in his memory and his heart, was their disastrous, yet wonderful bout on the desk. Only now it came to his mind how much Duo really cared. He had kept his word not to use him, for if he really wanted to use him, he would’ve continued banging inside of him. He wouldn’t have consoled him and cradled him in his arms. Only saved him from suffocating maybe, but when there was no danger of dying anymore, he would’ve tossed him aside like a cheap whore. Not Duo. Duo cherished him and was determined to help him. But how he longed to be with him now. It was most likely that he on that very moment was screwing his brains out with Heidi. Doggy-style, no doubt. And he lay alone in his bed, with as only option dreaming and fantasising. A flaring longing that was eating him from inside. Whether he lay on his back, his side or his belly, he couldn’t banish the painful thought from his head. He tried not to think about it, but the mere thought of Duo touching him was enough to make his lower parts stir. The touch of he pillow in his neck felt like a flick of his silken tongue, and when the sheet caressed his leg, he could’ve sworn it was Duo’s thigh brushing past his. The flesh in his boxers was pulsing and throbbing, and he couldn’t deceive himself any longer. He was desperate, horny and alone, so he did the only thing a man could do on a moment like that. His right hand slowly lingered under the sheets over his bare chest to his abdomen, and from there it roved further to eventually sneak under his boxers. He sucked in a harsh breath as he softly started massaging the damp tip to soothe his painful need a bit, but the knowledge that Duo’s mouth had been there just this morning and that this was the first night without any of that for a whole month was murderous. He curled his fingers around his manhood and slowly started pumping, but in his head it wasn’t he himself who was doing that, but Duo. Duo who touched him, Duo who licked him, Duo who kissed him, Duo who made mad love to him. There he could, there he didn’t have to be afraid Doctor J would come barging in, or a vision of him skinning Duo alive popping in front of his eyes again. There he was safe, but far from satisfied, and when his boxers where drenched with cum, he went lying crouched up and hot tears spontaneously ran out of the corners of his eyes down on his pillow. The alarm of his clock-radio screeched through the blissful dream he was having and tore it to shreds before he could even remember what it was about. So apparently he had been able to sleep at least a bit after all. His sheets were a mess and sticky from cum and sweat, and judging by the moist-feeling boxers he could guess without any problem what had been the nature of his dream. He felt simply miserable, and last night could’ve easily been called the worst night of his life. He drowsily got upright and went sitting on the edge of his bed. A moan rolled out of his throat and he ran a lazy hand over his face. His bedroom was one big blur and he felt like his head would topple right off. Yawning sumptuously, he stretched every muscle in his aching body and flopped back down in the tangle of soiled sheets. As his head fell aside, his eyes caught sight of a picture of his love standing on his bedside table. Sloppy as it might’ve been, it was the one thing left he was allowed to worship and adore right now, and with that picture burned in his mind, he closed his eyes and doze off again. The darkness in his sleep little by little brightened
up, and as he looked around, he was surrounded by downy clouds. Everything
was as still as a mouse. The only thing he could hear was his breathing.
The white mass he was sitting on was softer than the softest bed,
and although it was constantly moving and undulating, and looked like
you would fall right through it any moment, still it was very solid. “Ah, Heero. You’re awake at last,” he
suddenly heard behind him. It had been a voice he knew better than
any other, and he jerked his head around to behold his very own Duo.
He was entirely naked, and on his back he had gigantic angel-wings.
The look in his eyes was tender and he was slightly smiling down on
Heero. “Duo,” Heero said with a shivering voice,
stumbling to his feet. “Still looking as good as ever, I see,” Duo
said, his eyes approvingly roving over Heero’s body. The Japanese looked down and only now noticed that he
wasn’t wearing any clothes as well. He too had stark-white wings
on his back. “Duo? Are we in heaven?” “Yes, we are. Don’t you remember? You have
killed me, skinned me alive, but don’t worry,” he quickly
added as he saw the sudden look of terror and realisation in Heero’s
eyes. “I don’t blame you. You were under the influence of
Doctor J’s wrath. He could never cope with the fact that he has
failed to make a Perfect Soldier out of you, so he terrorised you
and me, refusing flatly to admit that he was wrong.” “But… If I am here too, then… I’m
dead as well?” Heero asked uncertainly. “Yes. After you had buried me, and when the drug
Doctor J had used on you had lost its power, you couldn’t live
with yourself any longer. You were of opinion that life had become
a burden, and death a blessing, so first you shot Doctor J for what
he had made you do, and then you killed yourself.” “So then Doctor J is here as well?” Heero
shouted in panic. “No,” Duo smiled. “That one went straight
to hell.” He slowly walked over to where Heero was standing,
the look in his eyes slightly changing. “That one won’t
bother us anymore. Heero, do you realise? From this moment on, we
are together forever. Truly forever, until we see the world and the
heavens coming to an end.” It seemed to Heero that Duo had changed. He couldn’t
quite put his finger on it, but in a way he was more… considerate,
more mature, and finally behaved himself like someone of his age.
He hadn’t even used that ridiculous nickname yet. “So, what do you say?” Duo said, yanking the
man against him. “Wanna fuck?” Or maybe not. “Do I ever,” Heero smirked. In the kiss he
gave him lay concealed all his restrained love and tingled on his
lips and tongue, a weird kind of tingling he could feel over his entire
body. Duo went sitting on his knees and lingered kisses around his lower belly and his groin to entice his still limp member to get upright and discover what true heaven is made of. The warren and mess Heero’s life was, seemed so simple when he got to be with him. When Duo licked him and sucked him with all his tender loveliness, like he was doing now, making him cry out in ecstasy. The sensations forced him to lean on Duo’s shoulder by lack of any other kind of support and to spread his legs to maintain balance, but it didn’t take long before he had to give in to the watery feeling in his knees. They couldn’t hold out anymore, and Duo caught him in his arms as he sank through them, smiling gently upon his heaving figure. “Come koibito, let’s make love,” he said silently, softly stroking him through his hair. It surprised Heero that he had actually used the words “make love”. He was gently being pushed on his back by Duo, and he spread his legs so he could come in. One way or another, it didn’t hurt at all when
he pushed inside, in spite of the fact that they hadn’t used
any lubricant and that Duo hadn’t prepared him. What he *did*
feel, was a flush shooting through him when Duo hit the little spot
he had saved for him only, making him throwing his head back and clawing
his nails into the feathers of his wings. His body shook violently
under Duo’s heavy thrusts, still he screamed out for more, his
legs tightly wrapped around Duo’s hips and his heels pressing
against his buttocks. Every push brought him closer to his release,
and his climax could wash over him any moment now. All of a sudden, he could feel something hitting his
jaw with the force of a train riding at full speed, and when he opened
his eyes again, he was no longer with Duo, but back in his bed, with
a fuming Doctor J bowed over him, on his face all the shades of red
he could possibly think of. “Do-Doctor J,” Heero choked. For a split second
he lay paralysed in confusion, but then he came to the horrible realisation
that it had only been a dream, and moreover, that he should be beyond
frightened at the state his cruel master had found him in. “Heero Yuy, you should be ashamed of yourself,”
the old man hissed. “I raise a Perfect Soldier and what do I
find? An obsessed pervert, wriggling and screaming, lying in his own
sperm! Now, get up this very instant!” He jerked him upright
and practically threw him out of his bedroom to the bathroom. “I
give you ten minutes. Oh, and make sure to get rid of *that*,”
he said with a disgusted voice, pointing at the hard-one in his boxers. “I’m afraid ten minutes won’t do then,”
Heero said softly, barely daring to say a word. “Are you mocking me, Yuy?” Doctor J growled,
grabbing him by the scruff of his neck. “No, I’m serious,” he whimpered, tears
filling his eyes, rather due to fear than to pain. Doctor J considered it for a moment, still clutching Heero’s skin like the grip of a lobster, then finally let go and spoke again. “Twenty minutes, not a second longer.” He opened the door for him and roughly pushed him inside, almost careening him over the edge of the bathtub. His clothes came flying in behind him and the door closed with a slam. Heero stumbled back to the door to lock it and leaned
against it. “Well, that could’ve been a lot worse, I guess,”
he sighed, and the exact moment he uttered those words, he knew that
Duo had been right. This wasn’t a life, but there was preciously
little he could do about that, for with every wrong movement he made
or word he said, he risked to end up on the rack again. As he stood
there like that, wondering what to do with this hopeless situation,
he could no longer hold back his tears, and he whispered himself some
consoling words. “You can handle it, you’re stronger than that.
Let the old fool rattle about, don’t let him twist your mind.” Truth be told, if he wanted to get through this month somewhat alive, then he had to display the best skills of a comedian he could muster and lay the mask of Perfect Soldier he had worn for all those years ever thicker on his face. “Ah, there you are. Very good, very good,”
Doctor J said approvingly, like praising his pet. He took Heero’s
chin in his hand and checked his eyes for any sign of tears, but the
fresh shower had it all washed away, and his eyes weren’t puffed
up and red anymore. “Let’s go,” he said satisfied.
Heero followed him, but almost bumped into him as he suddenly stopped.
“Oh, that’s true. Here’s your mail,” he said,
taking two piles of envelopes off the table, one in each hand. He
threw a quick glance to them and gave him the ones in his left hand.
“Here you are, Heero.” “Thank you, but… What are the other ones?
Why won’t you give me those?” Heero asked. “Those are not important. I will keep those,”
Doctor J said, hastily shoving the letters in one of his pockets,
but before he did so, Heero’s eyes still caught the handwriting
on one of them. “Hey, that’s Duo’s handwriting! Give
them to me, I wanna read them!” “No!” Doctor J snapped. “Now, get in
the car!” Reminding himself that he should try to play Perfect
Soldier again, he obeyed him, forcing his expression to be as cold
as possible. When they sat in the car, Doctor J gave Heero his laptop
back. “I made a few readjustments to it,” he said. A sudden tick against his head startled him. “Stop
thinking about him,” the old man snarled. “I’m sorry,” Heero said softly, rubbing
the spot he had hit. From there his hand strayed further to his jaw.
“Did you really have to punch me that hard?” he asked. “I said I would pick you up at half past six, you
weren’t ready,” Doctor J said curtly. “I’m not used anymore to get up so early.
Normally I get up at half past seven,” he said, squinting at
him. “Besides, I’m sure that’s not the only reason.” “Your point is?” he asked after a little pause. “That dream I was having must have something to
do with it, am I right?” “You still have more senses left than I thought
you had.” “Doctor J, I will try to stop caring about Duo,
I will try to control my feelings again. But I can’t control
my dreams, that’s something no-one can do. He will stay in my
subconscious forever. Now, I can understand that you punish me for
disobeying you, but it’s highly unfair to punish me for dreaming
about him, don’t you think?” “Heero, you know I’d never kill you, you’re
too good a soldier for that,” he growled. “But if I ever
catch you in the state I found you in just now, then it will be a
close call.” Well, a no it wasn’t. He just had to make sure
Doctor J wouldn’t see it. “I want to apologize, Doctor J,” he said. “Apologize?” “Yes. I’m aware that Duo has a bad influence on me. But I won’t disobey you any more. Please forgive me.” While he said those words, he kept his face cold and hard, but in reality his heart was bleeding. In his head he wanted to jump at Doctor J and strangle him, no, see him suffering on that rack Heero knew better than he wished. Drug him, so he would see visions of his own death, or kill him like he had seen himself killing Duo. The very existence of that man irritated him. He wanted him dead, but as he looked aside, he still sat there, living, a satisfied grin on his face because his little pupil behaved so well. His fingers were aching to get a hold on that conceited neck of his, but for now, all he could do was wait and hope that his little plan would work. ********** Where was his mind to think life sucked back then when
he was still with Relena? It was nothing compared to what he had to
go through now. Back then he used to be desperately in love with the
one he couldn’t get, someone who was planning to marry his pregnant
girlfriend, who didn’t know he was gay yet. He was highly distraught,
but at least he got laid. Now he had already passed a whole week without
any of it. Only several wet dreams at night and jacking off whenever
the tension was too high. He spent his days sitting glued against
the wall and staring through the window to see if, by any chance,
Doctor J would leave the building. Then he could at least yell something
to Duo, just to let him know that he still loved him. If only he could
pound his fist through that wall and drag his lover through it. But
he had to say, he was very grateful to Duo. He had ceased his sex
romps with Heidi at the office, another prove of how much he loved
and respected him. The two at the other side of his office at the
other hand didn’t hold back. “Trowa yes! Oh, harder! Go faster! Ah yes! YES!!” “Ah Quatre! Oh-my-GOD! Ah yeah, that’s it!
Oh!!” He had to listen to it more than once a day. All of a sudden he woke from his brooding as he caught
a glimpse of a white coat down below at the parking lot. Finally,
after an entire week, Doctor J left, and he sprinted to the wall and
started pounding on it like his life was depending on it. “Duo! Duo, Doctor J is leaving! You still have
that key of my office, have ya? Come over here! I wanna be with you!”
he shouted, happiness and hope filling him. It stayed silent however,
but he didn’t know why. “Duo? Are you there?” Sure
he was there, he knew it. He had heard some stumbling just some seconds
ago. Then why didn’t he answer him? Dear God, why didn’t
he answer? Duo being quiet, there just had to be something wrong,
and a sudden deadly feeling started enclosing his heart as he understood
what could have been the reason. What if Duo also had been looking
out of the window and had seen Doctor J leaving as well, but only
stayed looking a second longer to see him turn back and go back inside?
What if Doctor J had heard what he had just said? No, he couldn’t
have gotten back up there so fast. But what if he did? The scraping of a metal key into the keyhole made him turning to the door, and with his eyes big with anguish and the conviction that he was stone-dead, he watched how the door opened, fully expecting to see Doctor J, bent on murder, blazing through it. Who came walking into his office however, he didn’t see, for something that had never happened before took place. His eyes rolled back and with a muffled thud, he hit the ground. Out of pure despair and fear, he fainted. Was this how it felt like to be dead? To be really gone?
Vaguely he thought that something had brushed past his lips. Could
it have been the breath of an angel, or a kiss to welcome him? No,
no angel could kiss like that, or it had to be is own Angel of Death.
A familiar, addictive scent crept into his nose and spread over his
head. Slowly he cracked his eyes open. At first, he saw nothing but
a whole bunch of black dots, moving and wriggling, but after a while
they dissolved and made place for happiness in person looking down
upon him with worried eyes. “Duo?” he whispered, his brains not completely
returned yet. “Yes, koi. It’s me,” the beautiful American
said silently, smiling slightly now. With a mighty loud cry of relieve and joy, he threw
his arms around his neck and smothered him with kisses, his eyes overflowing
with joyful tears. “God Duo, I’m so glad to see you. You
don’t have any idea how much I’ve missed you,” he sobbed
into his embrace. “Oh, but I do, love. I haven’t seen you for
a whole week as well. Really, I have missed you too. But what has
happened to you? I come inhere and I find you lying on the ground.” “I was so frightened. I must’ve fainted. I
thought it was Doctor J, that he had heard me yelling to you that
you still have a key of my office. He would kill me then. He said
he never would, but I’m sure he would do it if he ever finds
out.” “Don’t worry, he won’t hear it from me,
nor Heidi,” Duo consoled him. “But why did you never give
me a call? Or send me an e-mail or something? Was there something
wrong with your phone? Whenever I tried to call you, I got that annoying
voice telling me there was no connection, and when I tried to send
you an e-mail, it bounced back. You haven’t even returned my
letters.” “He has taken everything from me. Everything that
would make it possible for me to make contact with the world outside.
No phone, windows closed and unbreakable, even those here in my office.
I had to give him my laptop, and when I got it back I could no longer
send or receive mails. He even went through my letters. Those coming
from you, he wouldn’t give me. And didn’t you notice? I
come to work earlier than you and I’m leaving later, so I wouldn’t
see you. Heaven forbid, I might arrange some evil little plan with
you, or call for help. See that?” he said, pointing to a little
cabinet in the corner of his office. “Even gave me my very own
toilet. There was nothing I could do. I felt so powerless.” “I understand how you feel. It has mentally killed
me, that week without you. Not only because I missed you, but I lived
in constant uncertainty. I didn’t know how you were doing, what
Doctor J was doing with you, if he was punishing you again, or had
twisted your mind so much that you didn’t even remember my existence.” Heero loosened his tight grip a bit so they could meet
each other’s eyes. “But at least you had Heidi. I didn’t
have anyone but myself. I thought I would be strong enough to handle
it, but… I guess it just shows how much I love you, ne?” Duo gave him a sweet smile and caressed his lover through
his dark-chocolate locks. “You know, Heidi’s quite a remarkable
girl,” he said. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?” Heero asked. “She’s willing to take a little distance.
It doesn’t go by unnoticed to her that I love you more than her,
and she understands that. She’s not in the least jealous. You
know, it almost seems like she’s only made to make the people
who she cares about happy. She has made me stop mourning about Hilde
and showed me what love was again, and then she has helped me to dig
up my true feelings for you, and that’s something that has made
both you and me happy.” “Really? Is she willing to do that? You’re
not goofing around, are ya?” Heero said unbelievingly. “No, it’s true. She’s only staying with
me for a good fuck every now and then, and of course, you know how
keen she is on watching two boys doing it, although that’s pretty
impossible for the moment, but that’s it.” The Wing Zero pilot sighed contented and rested his
head against Duo’s shoulder. Life could’ve been so beautiful
without Doctor J, but he knew that that was only a utopia, and cradled
in his sweetheart’s arms, he cried silent tears for the misery
his life was. “Let’s run away together,” he said softly. “I have a way better idea,” Duo said. “You do?” “See, I’ve been thinking. If…” “Oh my God, that week without me really has had
an influence on you, has it?” Heero playfully interrupted him. “Hey, do you still want to hear what I have to
say, or do you wanna stay locked up for the rest of the month?” “No, go ahead. I’m listening,” he said
quickly. “If Doctor J can rob you from everything, then
why can’t we do the same? I’ll steal his gun, his tranquillisers,
all those foul drugs he uses on you, the key to activate that machine.
He’s nothing without all that. What do you think?” “I’ve already thought about that as well,
and it’s a great plan, but impossible to do. Everything he needs,
he carries with him in that white coat of his. And if you make one
suspicious movement, he has his gun pointed at you in the wink of
an eye. On top of that, he’s also surprisingly strong. I have
felt the force of his fist more than enough, not that long ago actually,
and I’m telling ya, it’s not something I can recom…” “Why did he punch you?” Duo interrupted him. “Oh, for several things in my childhood,”
Heero started explaining. “You know, for showing emotions in
the first place, then came the stuff with the dogs, then there was…” “No no,” Duo interrupted him. “Why did
he punch you recently? Hasn’t he punished you enough already?” “Oh… Because he walked into my room one morning
while I was dreaming about you,” Heero said, slightly blushing. “So what the hell is wrong with dreaming…
Oh, I see,” he said as he noticed the naughty grin on his lips
together with a squint to his lower parts. “Well, my love, I’m
willing to take that risk.” The intimacy between them was suddenly scattered to
pieces by a drawn-out, ragged cry. “Ooooh! Quatre!” “Oh no, not again,” Heero groaned. Highly
surprised, he heard Duo giving a snigger. “Oh please! You think it’s funny to listen
to that all day?” he said annoyed. “No, that’s not it,” Duo smiled. “Now
I know why me and Heidi never noticed why the walls are so thin. Your
office is right between it.” “Yeah, I was being assaulted from both sides. Finally
a bit of understanding, thank you.” “And Relena always had the wits to take you up
to her office. Walls must be thicker there.” “That’s it, Quatre! Oh yeah… Oh, go on
baby!” “Not so quiet as we thought he was, is he?”
Duo said. “And Quatre not so timid as we thought he was,”
Heero agreed with him. “Jeezes, he’s a sexbomb. D’you
know how many times a day they do it?” But Duo didn’t seem
interested in that at all. His mind was somewhere else and Heero could
feel Duo’s breathing go heavier at the sounds of the couple,
and as he looked at his face, he could see lust forming in those eyes. “Makes you wanna, ne?” he practically moaned,
his gaze still pointed at the direction where the screams were coming
from. “What would you say if we pay them back in their
own coin?” Heero said, stalking over him so he could straddle
him and getting Duo’s full attention as his erection pressed
against his own. “Duo, I wanna make love to you.” “Heero, I seriously thought you would never say
that,” Duo grinned slyly. “Are you sure you want this?” “Yes, I do. We have to utilize every opportunity
we can get to make me better, to chase those visions away.” “All right then. Heidi!” he suddenly shouted,
making Heero jump back a little in surprise. “You’ll give
a holler when Doctor J comes back, right?!” “Right!” they heard from behind the wall. “You did lock the door, did you?” Heero asked,
while he allowed Duo to undress him. “Don’t worry, I did.” While Duo was taking his clothes off himself, Heero
was about to turn around and get on hands and knees, but Duo stopped
him. “No, turn around again,” he said. “Why,” Heero asked. “I want to see your face, so I can knock it off
whenever it’s necessary.” It never ceased to amaze him how sweet he could be at
times, in spite of his bad reputation. “But I hope I won’t have to do that, ‘coz
I’m in the mood for spoiling my sweetheart,” Duo grinned,
giving him a wink. He leaned over Heero and slowly glided his hand
over his chest to his abdomen, their eyes still locked together, a
peculiar glint in Duo’s. “You’re up to something, aren’t ya?”
Heero asked. “You bet I am,” Duo smiled. “And I’m
pretty sure you’ll like it.” Heero gave a short, excited gasp as he saw him swinging
his braid over his shoulder. Instead of his hand, it was now the tip
of his tress making its way down below, slowly and teasing, scarcely
touching his skin. All the way he went. From his groin to the inside
of his thigh, and from there returning to his little entrance, proceeding
over his testicles and finally ending with his swollen member. He
fondled with it and gloated over the sight of his lover crying and
begging to move a step ahead, but he only stopped his devilish teasing
when the end of his braid was practically drenched with the warm juices
and he had got Heero as good as mad with desire, almost on the verge
of climaxing. All of a sudden, he reached for his pants and popped
something out of his pocket. “Look what I’ve got,” he said. “Wow, look at the size of that!” Heero exclaimed. “Biggest I could find.” In his hands he held
a huge tube of lubricant, and he covered his member and fingers with
it to give Heero his “step ahead”. He pushed his legs aside,
just enough so he could reach the tiny entrance, and inserted a finger,
causing Heero to throw his head back, and scream out when Duo had
found what he was looking for. As soon as he deemed Heero ready, he
pushed in a second finger to prepare him for what would come. His
bucking hips met his fingers with painful need and implored Duo with
it to plunge that yummi, lube-coated cock of his into his waiting
body. And so he did. He started a sultry cadence where searing flames
were kindled and passionate storms were unleashed, watching his face
closely as he gave light pushes. Heero was lost, that was for sure,
but Duo focused on not letting his mind slip away in the vortexes
of pleasure and held it tightly in his head, though that was very
difficult, since his lover was crying to go faster. His arms and legs
enclosed him, he used his feet to encourage Duo to fuck him harder,
ever harder and crushed the American’s upper body against his
chest. Duo obeyed him, but it didn’t make it easier on him. Now
that he had lost the ability to see his face, he set his mind on the
tone of his screams, which wasn’t that very hard, since his mouth
was right next to his ear. “Oh… Oh God! Duo!” Heero practically
sobbed. ‘Don’t say no. Don’t say no this time,’
Duo thought desperately. ‘Don’t go hyperventilating again.’ “Yes! Yes! Oh… OH YES!” Relieve, but also some kind of triumph and self-satisfaction
filled him as he heard that rapturous and carefree orgasm. He was
the one who had tried to make him better, who had tried to help him
to conquer his fear, and he had succeeded. “Oh… Oh Duo,” Heero panted, dropping
himself back on the floor in complete exhaustion. “Thank you.
Thank you so much.” “Am I good or what?” Duo said softly in his
ear. “Better than I could ever wish for,” Heero
smiled in response. Duo sniggered and withdrew, and as he did so, Heero
could see that his member was still hard. “How’s that?” he asked, his eyes fixed
between Duo’s legs. Duo looked down at the price he had to pay for restraining
his emotions like that. “Hard to knock it off while having an
orgasm,” he sighed. It could’ve been the effect the afterglow had on
him, but somewhere deep down he felt something where he couldn’t
quite find a word for. Maybe gratitude, mingled with respect and awe.
Either way, in this state he couldn’t let Duo leave his office. “I’ll help you,” Heero said, and this time it was him who leaned over Duo. The American’s sad face slowly faded into pleasure
as he felt Heero licking the thin film of sweat on his skin away.
His tongue travelling down from his chest to his belly sent the shivers
through him. But it was too slow, his own pleasure had already been
delayed for too long, so he pushed Heero’s head down to the place
where he needed it the most. “Come on now, Heero. Stop dawdling
now,” he still urged him softly, but that was unnecessary, for
before he had completely finished his sentence, the little head of
his cock was already moulded in Heero’s mouth. It made him moan
rather hard, and suddenly he cried out as Heero softly scraped his
teeth against it, then took him into his mouth as far as he could.
Almost automatically, his hands glided to Heero’s head and his
fingers clawed in his dark strands. The sensations and his upcoming
climax caused him to thrust deep inside his throat. A slick finger
entering him and massaging that little spot was all he needed to sprawl
over the edge. He had barely crested his peak, or they already heard
ferocious pounding against the wall and frantic hollers. “Quatre, you are so very lucky I’m not wearing
any clothes right now!” Heero hollered back. “That’s a little more than I needed to know!
So what would you do?! Should we be scared now?!” “I’m not sure what I would do, but I assure
you, you wouldn’t like it! Besides, do you have any idea how
many times a day you guys are humping in the office?! Let me tell
ya, four or five times!! You think it’s so funny to listen to
that while your locked up all alone?! You do know that Doctor J has
locked me up, do you?” “Yes, Duo told us about that. And we have *not*
been eavesdropping. But you two guys can still catch up at night,
ne?” “No, we can’t!” Heero yelled, pacing
to the wall. “I have passed a whole week of celibacy. Doctor
J didn’t allow any contact with Duo, and it’s only good
that he doesn’t now these walls are so thin so we can speak with
each other, or he would throw me in a bunker! And it’s still
gonna be like that for another three weeks!” Little silence. “We didn’t know that. Duo didn’t tell
us that.” “That’s because he didn’t know it himself.” “We’re sorry. We’ll try to keep it down
from now on. Right Trowa? Is that good Heero? Heero?” But Heero didn’t answer him. Duo had come standing
behind him, and he was struck with surprise and excitement. “We’d better catch up with them, ne?”
he said in Heero’s ear in a low voice, pressing him against the
wall with his own body. He gave a little moan and nestled his head
in the crook of Duo’s neck as he felt Duo’s hand sneaking
between his legs, more leaning against the warm body than against
the cold wall. His fingers went around his still limp member, and
he could feel him hardening and lengthening in his hand. The moment
he had it stirred like that, he started pumping it, and Heero couldn’t
do much more than moaning a little louder. “That’s good, Hee-chan. Let’s teach those
two a lesson,” Duo whispered. His slick manhood was searching
its way between Heero’s thighs, and a tight sensation at the
head and a cry from the Japanese told him he’d found his goal. “Duo… Oh, Duo,” Heero moaned. “Louder, Hee-chan, louder. They don’t hear
you,” Duo growled, pushing teasingly slow inside of him, but
giving him a hard jerk on his cock, making Heero scream, almost shriek. Duo smiled devilishly and kept on pushing at the same
pace, not slowing down, but not quickening either. “Yes, Heero…
That’s what I’m talking about,” he breathed against
Heero’s sweaty skin. “That’s it… That’s it!
Oh! Oh Heero!!” “Guys, stop it!” Quatre shouted in alarm.
“The books are falling out of the bookcases!” But the two boys kept on banging against the wall together,
though Duo’s tempo was still far too slow to Heero’s liking. “Duo! Please!” he cried, the only thing he
could do now he was facing the wall with a bloody horny, yet pitiless
Duo behind him. But Duo didn’t obey quite yet this time. Now
he knew Heero had got rid of his hallucinations, he could play with
him as much as he wished, so he used a little trick Heidi had once
used on him. Making him beg. “What do you want, Hee-chan? Say it, just say what
you want and I’ll do it,” he panted. “Faster, Duo! Goddammit, go faster!” he cursed,
pounding his fist against the wall in frustration. “Only faster, Hee-chan?” “No, faster - and - Ah! - harder!” he moaned,
reaching behind with one hand to get a hold of Duo’s hair. “And
don’t make me repeat myself!” “Not so bold, my love. I might wanna punish you,”
Duo teased, removing his stroking hand to start with and slowing down
just a teeny bit more. “No Duo, please! Work a little with me!” Heero
begged. “I already have to be meek enough, I’m sick of it!” Duo sniggered and decided that he had suffered enough
now. “You’re right, it’s not fair,” he said. “I’ll
give you what you want, hard and fast, but don’t come complaining
to me. You’ve asked for it yourself.” Thereupon he slammed
his hard member into him, again and again, faster with each thrust,
and stroked Heero’s cock pretty roughly. Complaining, what was he thinking? Heero could never
complain about this. No, he thoroughly enjoyed this, screaming out
and digging his fingers in Duo’s hair. “Oh… Oh Kami-… Yes, more! Ah Duo! Just
- Ah! - a bit - Oh!! - MORE!” he cried. “Guys! The books! Trowa, say something!” Hearing the desperate squeaks of the little blonde,
Duo only went harder, and joined Heero in his screams of surrender
as he felt he was coming. “Trowa, for God’s sake, say something!” “Duo, oh yes! That’s - it! Nnnhh!” “Hee-ro! Ah! Aah! AAAH!!” While Heero’s hot liquid was running over his hand
and against the wall, Duo could feel his own cum darting into his
lovers body. Both exhausted, they sank to the ground and huddled against
each other, leaning against the wall. “You fucking bastard,” Heero said softly. “Didn’t you like it then?” Duo smirked. “Yeah, I did…” the Wing Zero pilot smiled
in response. “You know I did. I loved it.” “Dear God, that’s gonna take a while to put
all those books back in their places. Trowa, why do you always have
to be so damn quiet anyway?!” they heard Quatre scowling. “I’m sorry, little one. Here, I’ll help
you.” “Oh, you’ll help me? You’ll help me,
eh? You’d better make it up to me, don’t ya think?” “What do you… Quatre? What? No, please Quatre,
don’t. Remember what we have promised to Heero. Quatre, not-
Oh!” Heero’s eyes narrowed and he pounded his fist on
the ground. “That’s it! That’s the final straw!”
he hissed between his teeth, jerking his clothes together and getting
dressed in a record time. “Duo, open that door.” “Oh, just wait and see. “Little one” is gonna regret he has disobeyed me. Now, get your ass to that door and open it!” “Quatre? Did you hear that?” Trowa said startled,
finding himself in a most interesting position against the wall. “I heard nothing,” Quatre muffled against
Trowa’s naked chest, his hands roaming. “Did you lock the door?” “Who cares?” “Heero, they’ve locked the door!” “You really think that’s gonna stop me?!” All of a sudden they heard a gunshot and that same door
swung open, an infuriated Heero bursting through it. “Heero, do you mind…?” Quatre yelped,
embarrassed about both his and Trowa’s nakedness. “Quatre Rebarba Winner! Don’t say I didn’t
warn you! Stop that right away, or else…!” “Or else what?” the blonde asked defiantly,
holding Trowa in a possessive grip. “Or else I’m gonna do Trowa right in front
of your eyes.” “You wouldn’t…” he growled, narrowing
his eyes. “I have spent an entire week with no other company
than my own two hands! Hell, I would even do Relena!” “I don’t believe you,” Quatre smirked,
his fingers slowly sneaking down Trowa’s stomach and his aquamarine
eyes never leaving Heero’s cobalt ones. “Don’t dare me, Quatre,” Heero warned
him. Still smiling his evil little smile, Quatre’s fingers
slid around Trowa’s hard member and gave a sudden jerk, making
the brunette moan in surprise. “That’s it,” Heero growled. “No-one
toys with the Perfect Soldier like that.” He snatched Quatre
by his arm and flung him into Duo’s arms, who was quite amusing
himself. “Hey, what…?!” he yelled, in vain struggling to get out of Duo’s grip. He could only watch how Heero pushed Trowa against the desk, face down. Heero’s spandex and boxers went down, and then he wrenched Trowa’s one arm on his back and pinned his other wrist against the desk. He threw a sideways glance to squirming little one, captured in Duo’s strong arms. “Hope you enjoy the show,” he sniggered. Before Quatre could even wonder what “show”
he was talking about, he saw him prying Trowa’s legs open with
his knee and pushing his manhood inside of the wriggling body, making
him, to Quatre’s utter dismay, scream out in pleasure. “Oh! Ooh Heero! THERE! Oh yeah! That’s - IT!!”
he cried. “He enjoys it. He actually enjoys it,” Quatre
whispered incredulously. “Sure he enjoys it,” Duo said with a lust
filled voice. “This is Heero we’re talking about. Who wouldn’t
enjoy a fuck with Heero? The movement of his hips is unique. Smooth,
yet powerful.” “But it’s *my* boyfriend,” he said, giving
another jerk to get free. “Don’t make such a fuss,” Duo barked.
“You should just relax and enjoy the view. Don’t be so possessive
and jealous. You think I’m jealous? Well, I’m not, because
I know it’s only a game. Just look…” “Look…” Quatre whispered, finally relaxing,
just like Duo had ordered him to do. And so he looked, observed, almost
learned from Heero how he thrust into his lover with a steady, fluent
rhythm. “See that boyfriend of yours,” Duo whispered
in the angelic boy’s ear. “So helpless, so vulnerable. See
him squeezing his eyes shut, see him gritting his teeth, clenching
his fists. And those screams, filled with pleasure, so ecstatic. Hear
that? He’s coming.” All that time, his hand had been lingering
over the naked frail body, and at length took hold of the hard member
between the pale, milky thighs, eliciting a slight moan from his victim.
“Why don’t you help him a bit, Quat? Call out his name,”
he said softly, slowly pumping the pulsing cock in his hand, and a
little harder when he didn’t at once do as he was told to, feeling
a mass of satin-soft hair in the crook of his neck. “Call out
for him, Quat. Call out his name. Come on, do it.” “Oh… T-Trowa…” he stammered. Noticing that Trowa didn’t look aside just yet,
he gave a firm squeeze in little one’s cock. “Louder, Quatre,”
he ordered. “Ah! TROWA!” he hollered, startled by the
sudden sensation down there. On that, Trowa finally cracked his eyes
open and looked aside. As excited as he already was, his release broke
completely over him at the erotic sight of his lover being jerked
off by one of his best friends. So much carried away by their occupation, they hadn’t
heard the yell of a certain girlish voice. A yell that ought to warn
them. “Heero? Duo? Where the hell are you?!” Heidi
shrieked. “What the…?” “Doctor J’s back!” Heero hissed, pulling
his spandex back up and leaving an amazed and worn out Trowa behind
on the desk. Duo followed him, dropping Quatre on the ground in mid
arousal, but still turned back. “Quatre, don’t say anything about this to
Doctor J. He mustn’t know Heero has been out of his office,”
he said, helping the boy upright in the process. “Alright, Quatre?” “Yes, I promise,” he panted. “I’m sorry I couldn’t finish this, little
one. I would’ve loved it. But I have to…” “Duo! Lock my door, dammit! You have the key! Hurry
up!” Heero’s holler sounded through the corridor. “Coming!” Duo shouted. He dashed out of the
office, and still throwing a hasty, anxious glance down the corridor,
locked the door, hoping he hadn’t left anything inside. In his
haste to go back to his office, he dropped the key, and as he kneeled
down to pick it up, he heard behind him the footsteps and voice of
that feared Doctor J. “Well well, who we have here. If it isn’t
Duo Maxwell,” he sneered. “What are you doing here?” Determined not to show him any anxiety or rouse any
kind of suspicion by the old man, his face broke into a forced grin.
The key he quickly slid into his sleeve. “Hello, Doctor J,”
he replied carefree, turning around and beaming at him. “I had
to bring something to Quatre and Trowa. You know, the report of the
latest mission.” “But… this is Heero’s office.” “Well yeah, I dropped something. You know how clumsy
I can be sometimes.” “Right…” Doctor J said slowly, shuffling
past Duo at the pace of a snail. Duo watched him go and his grin remained chiselled on his face until the old man had finally disappeared in his office, only then he dared to heave a sigh of relieve. “Now I know how Heero feels sometimes,” he said. To be continued ~*~*~ |
