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"One Thing Leads "Written By: Presser
Disclaimer : I do not own Gundam Wing or its characters. This work of fiction is written and shared freely without any attempt to profit financially from it. Pairings: 1x2, 3x4 Summary: An exploration of sexual addiction and its consequences. Warnings: Intense lemon fic, including one group sex scene near the end. Voyeurism is a focus; lust and lewdness is central. AU, Character personalities differ from the series, sometimes greatly. Lots of gratuitous sex, but yet (incredibly) there is, indeed, a plot. AN: I've chosen to omit abuse from the warnings, and I expect some will think this is wrong. No physical harm comes to any character, and the emotional damage described is unintentional. "One Thing Leads" "Ha!" Heero yelled. He slammed and leaned against the bathroom door scant seconds before Duo threw his weight against it, forcing it open by two inches. Heero pushed back and snapped the lock. "Motherfucking pervert!" "The /pervert/ label I'll take," Heero said through the door. "Change /mother/ to /Duo/ and I'll take that one, too." "Well, you are a pervert. And I -- wait, what?" Heero counted silently. /One, two, thr --/ "Hey!" Heero chuckled through a fresh string of curses thrown against the other side of the bathroom door. When Duo ran out of breath, Heero spoke. "Hey, Duo." "What?" Heero visualized blue-violet eyes narrowed in suspicion. "How about instead of /talking/ about me fucking you, you actually let me /do/ it?" "You haven't showered." "I'll be all fresh and clean by the time you get back with dinner." "We can afford to eat out tonight?" "Yep. Full paycheck plus those three hours of overtime on Monday." Duo's voice brightened noticeably. "That's right!" Heero heard scuffling noises. He fumbled for the edge of his pale blue tank top, which had ridden up the front of his chest in his tussle with Duo, and peeled it off. He pitched it at the dirty clothes hamper and reached for his belt. "And I know just what I want to eat." "What?" Heero yelled through the door. On the other side, Duo opened a drawer in the chest by the window, his copper-auburn braid glinting with touches of gold in the late-afternoon sun against the pale skin of his legs. He found the pair of cut-off jeans he wanted and turned to yell back at Heero. "You'll see." As Heero slid his jeans off he mumbled /sotto voce,/ "Belly Burgers, most like." He looked down at his boxer briefs, royal blue sporting a large red star with a thick white border centered on the crotch, and noticed the considerable bulge there. He was still half hard from the kiss he had taken from Duo in the den. In the bedroom, Duo looked down at his crotch as well. He saw that physical contact with Heero had stiffened his cock and more: a liberal dollop of precum had soaked through the front of his faded red boxers, the only clothing he wore. Duo grimaced, then smiled. He dropped the cut-offs, then slipped off the red shorts and threw them at the bathroom door. He made a ring with thumb and forefinger and slipped it around the base of his dick, then tightened it as he drew it upward. He scooped the precum that beaded at the head with two fingers of his other hand and popped them into his mouth. In the bathroom Heero hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his briefs and slid them toward his knees, revealing the point of pride of his physique. Heero was proud of his body. Even though his current job was physically demanding, he still worked out at Gold's Gym four days a week, and it showed. His abs were more than well defined; they were pronounced, as were his biceps and pecs. He was proud of his Japanese heritage, too, and that made the fact that his cock was larger than most he'd seen a double blessing, since one glimpse never failed to blow away the stereotype of Asian men as small-dicked. Heero was not small-dicked. Heero fully extended his fingers and flattened his palm as though preparing to salute. He put the heel of his hand at the base of his cock and pushed two fingers of his other hand underneath to hold it straight, observing with satisfaction that the tip stretched beyond his middle finger, even though he wasn't fully hard. A soft thud against the door made Heero look up. "What was that?" Duo smacked his lips and bent to pick up his cut-offs. "My shorts. I'm changing, unless you want me going for food in my present state of undress." Heero immediately released his cock and quietly unlocked the door, then eased it open. With a lust-filled cobalt-blue eye he leered at the scene he had hoped would be there for him. Sunlight slanted through the bedroom, splashing a butterscotch pool of light on a rag-weave rug of every color. Duo's cut-off jeans were just off the rug, on cracked linoleum with nondescript gray-green flecks. In the middle of the light he stood, completely naked, fully bent at the waist yet legs ramrod straight. The golden light bathed the back of his thighs, set fire to the highlights in his hair, which hung past his knees, swinging side to side, revealing tantalizing flashes of a five-star set of balls. /Juicy/, thought Heero. Duo straightened, cut-offs in hand, and turned. Heero quickly shut the door. He looked down to see that he had unconsciously reached for his cock and was stroking it. He sighed and released it. He raised a leg and yanked his briefs over a foot. From the other side of the door came Duo's voice, low and suddenly close. "Were you peeping?" Heero froze for an instant, then smiled as he continued removing his briefs. "Of course," he said. "Well, no...peeping," Duo said lamely. "Put your pants on and go get food." Heero pulled his briefs past the other foot and threw them at the clothes hamper. His socks followed. Duo looked down, realized that he was wearing nothing, and blushed. He slipped into his cut-offs, which came to mid-thigh, and zipped them, careful to avoid public hair as he did. He smirked with pleasure at the lewd feeling of going commando as he moved back to the chest to find a shirt. The first one he touched was black with small block lettering, san serif and all caps, in stark white across the chest, reading /service entrance in the rear./ He slipped it over his head, found plastic drugstore flip-flops, and grabbed his keys from the small wicker basket on the chest. Duo started to leave, but suddenly turned and moved to the bathroom door. He pressed his ear to it and heard nothing, then said in a growly voice, "Don't wear it out before I'm back." Inside the bathroom Heero jerked his head up but made no sound. Duo grinned, certain he had caught his lover fondling himself. As he exited the bedroom, he whispered, "The boy's as obsessed as I am, if not more." Heero stood still, straining to hear. When the front door of the apartment slammed, he released his breath and climbed into the shower. # The blissful smile Duo wore when Heero walked in on his cooling scheme was back on his face. The August air was muggy, but wind is wind, hot or not, and Duo reveled in the breeze on his neck as it whipped past. He kept his head down, counting on wind against the bill of his cap as he rode Heero's bike to help contain his braid. He slowed at the corner of Princeton and Dunlap for more than the four-way stop. Left was Little Italy, which Duo thought of as where the good food was; a right turn led into an upscale neighborhood populated with microbreweries and herbal canteens, which Heero thought of as where the good food was. It was an old argument between them, with each man winning about half the time. After a full stop, Duo looked right, left, then right again. He grinned and leaned rightward. /I'd love another Stromboli Steak sandwich, but Heero's all-time favorite is the Dragon Platter at Inari's. And we/ are /going to fuck when I get home./ # Clouds of steam dissipated as Heero turned the hot water off, the cold tap on full. After scrubbing the gummy film of summer heat from every inch of his body and rinsing it down the drain, he loved nothing better than the shock of the temp change. Duo swore his fondness for this was proof positive of his certifiable insanity. Heero grinned as he remembered the first time they showered together and he cut the hot water without thinking of how Duo might feel about it. That was more than a year ago, and Duo claimed that the scratches he inflicted on the small of Heero's back were still visible, just. Heero hadn't checked. After sighs of delight, Heero cut the water and reached for a towel. He methodically wiped down his skin, focusing only on the delectable touch of the towel against it. He hung the towel, checked to see that the bathroom was reasonably straight, and exited. Compared to the sauna-like conditions his shower created, the bedroom air felt good. He ambled to the bed, turned, and spread his legs and arms, then fell backward onto a thin, rainbow-patterned spread. Heero closed his eyes. # "Wait till you see what I got," Duo said cheerily as he bustled through the door. Heero snapped open his eyes and realized he was on the bed, fully naked, and had turned onto his stomach as he snoozed. To his horror he discovered he had a maxed-out erection. He had been humping the bed in his dreams. He rolled over and sat up. Precum splatted against one thigh, then his belly as his cock bobbed in the air. His eyes widened as he saw a noticeably darker spot on the bright green panel of the bedspread where the head of his penis had been making him happy moments before. "Hungry?" Duo called from the kitchenette. "You bet," Heero said loudly, hoping he sounded casual. He bounded from the bed and rummaged frantically for clothes, jamming his legs into gray gym shorts before quickly shimmying into an oversized tank top the blue of his eyes which he kept for lounging. He turned and surveyed the bedroom, breathing heavily with the sudden exertion of bounding from tranquility into a full tizzy. He heard Duo's footsteps, and, without thinking, sat on the wet spot, reached for a pillow, and crammed it into his lap. At the final instant he crossed his legs, then winced at how stupid it probably looked. "Oh," said Duo, drawing up short as he entered the bedroom. "I thought maybe you were still in the shower." "Nope," said Heero with a smile a shade brighter than his usual. He realized he was jacking his foot back and forth and froze it. Duo lowered his chin, but kept his expression neutral. "Um, uh, you okay?" "Great," said Heero quickly. "So, uh, what's for dinner?" Duo cocked an eyebrow and said, "Come see." He turned and moved to the door, then glanced over his shoulder with a puzzled glance. Heero froze halfway off the bed when Duo looked at him. "What?" "What?" "Nothing." The slightest hesitation prefaced Duo's next words. "Well, I know you worked hard today, big boy. Let's chow down." Heero waited until Duo turned his head before he straightened, put the pillow over the wet spot, and followed his lover, hoping the heat in his face wasn't a blush. # "Oh, wow, Duo, this is great. I was absolute that you'd go for Belly Burgers." Heero was cross-legged on the couch, bent over the Dragon Platter from Inari's, chopsticks in hand, devouring his favorite cuts of sushi. Duo was at the flat screen, the one piece of first-rate tech he had, remote in hand, navigating Netflix to /The Life of Brian,/ which Heero had promised him would be their next movie in spite of more viewings than Heero had ever imagined he'd sit through. When Duo had it queued, he returned to the couch, picked up a fork, and skewered a tender slice of raw salmon on sticky rice and sloshed it through the pale green wasabi paste on the platter. "This stuff grows on you," Duo said as the opening creds, sixties Brit cutout animation, rolled over an absurd parody of the James Bond theme. "Food of the gods," Heero said, popping Ahi tuna into his mouth and smiling as he chewed. "I thought that was ambrosia," Duo said. "That's the Greek gods, idiot. I'm Japanese, remember?" "How could I forget?' Duo snagged a final piece of sushi and took a bite, then dropped fish and fork to the platter. He put a fist to his lips and stifled a belch, then sighed. "I'm full." As the Wise Men of Christianity's birth narrative rode camels across a silhouetted desert, he leaned his head against Heero's arm. # "That's better," Heero said as he approached the sofa. He had pushed their rickety coffee table to one side, then opened wider all the windows. A light cross-breeze came through the apartment as a long sunset faded. "Much," Duo said. He scooted his butt to the edge of the couch and stretched out his legs. He lifted his shoulders forward and his braid up and over the back of the sofa, then eased backward into his favorite movie position, hands folded over his navel. Heero sat next to him, not quite touching, due to the heat. His ass was firmly in the corner made by the couch's seat and back. He put his arms across the back of the couch and his heels together, letting his knees fall away from each other. Duo raised his head with a frown. "Do you mind?" "Sorry," Heero said. He lifted his arm as Duo lifted his head and braid. Heero dropped his arm and Duo repositioned his head, letting his braid fall over Heero's forearm to the floor. Onscreen, one of the Wise Men ripped the gift of frankincense from the hands of Brian's mother after discovering that the birth in the stable he had traveled to witness was two caves over. Another pushed her in the face. She screamed and fell. "Damn, that's funny." "Every time," Heero said, stifling a sigh. # "Where you going?" "Bathroom," Duo said, stretching and rising. "Pause it, will you?" Heero dug for the remote in the folds of the sofa as Duo shuffled from the room. He clicked at the exact moment of the spaceship's appearance, creating a still image of low, sun-baked adobe buildings dwarfed by an enormous metal disk in the sky, blurred in its rush across the landscape. /If that isn't the weirdest-ass-looking scene ever./ Heero snorted softly, then yawned, bending an arm at the elbow to bring his hand to his mouth. /He's taking his time./ Heero lowered his hand; it slipped off the back of the couch, fell in his lap. Without thinking, fingers sought and found his cock. Heero drew lazy figure eights over his groin. He moaned, but his vocal cords were motionless, a silent exhalation passing over them. Heero put his head back and closed his eyes. Duo entered the room and saw Heero's head back, eyes closed, and started to complain, but held his tongue. /I know you work hard, damn it, but falling asleep this early?/ Duo saw the muscles in one shoulder flexing, and in a flash realized that his lover wasn't sleeping. Heero's head lolled to one side. Duo tiptoed to the couch and looked over Heero's shoulder to see him fondling himself. /Heh. Just getting ready for the/ real /show, huh?/ A narrow smile blossomed on his lips under lowered eyebrows. /Don't even have to try. These things just come to me. This is going to be fun./ Duo quietly walked around the couch and stood in front of Heero to take in his partner at work. After his shower, Heero had slipped on the gray gym shorts he liked best because the fabric was thin. "The less in the way, the better" was his workout motto, and Duo knew it was true. Heero worked out primarily at Gold's Gym, but kept a set of barbells and a fold-up bench at home for days when it wasn't easy to get to the place. When he did work out at home, it was always without a stitch of clothing. Duo licked his lips as he watched Heero's fingers tracing the outline of his cock, which was rapidly swelling under the flimsy cloth of his shorts. He cast his eyes upward to see Heero's ample chest rising and falling, bronze pecs pushing against the man's deep blue tank top, two sizes too big. The edge of the sleeveless garment was just at Heero's nipple, nut-brown and already fully hard. Each breath pushed the hem across the nub. Duo swallowed. A twitch between his legs made him look at his crotch, where he saw that just observing Heero pleasure himself was turning him on as well. /We likes to watch, doesn't we, my precious?/ Suddenly Heero shifted in place, and Duo felt the thrill of being discovered as a peeping Tom shoot up his belly and spread to his nipples. But Heero kept his eyes closed. He moved his heels apart to widen access to his cock and balls. Duo saw that Heero's fingers had moved to the head of his cock. They grasped, found, and massaged it. /It's like he's co-directing me./ Quickly and silently Duo knelt in front of Heero, between his legs, careful not to touch the man or the couch. He put out a hand, extended his index finger, and slowly advanced toward the place where Heero's balls touched the sofa. Duo carefully added his own touches to Heero's, hoping that he was far enough into his self indulgence that he wouldn't notice. /Excellent./ Heero continued to stroke the head of his penis, unaware that the new sensations exploding in his testes weren't coming from his own ministrations. Duo worked Heero's balls, maintaining his distance from every other part of the man and the couch. Heero's movements grew more vigorous. He moaned, this time, his vocal cords willingly producing a low growl that made Duo's nipples tingle. /Damn, but that's delicious./ Duo removed his finger and studied the hand writhing over a now completely hard cock. He saw that the head of Heero's dick was pushing against the waistband of his flimsy gray shorts, in fact, had forced its way halfway to the top. Suddenly Heero's hand descended. He grabbed his balls and rolled them in one hand. With the other hand, which leapt off the back of the couch, he found the waistband of his shorts and pushed downward as he lifted his ass. /No time like the present./ Heero grabbed his cock. Duo put one hand under Heero's butt and his mouth over the upright head of his penis. When Heero sat, Duo took him. Heero's head flew forward. He released his cock as he cried out in shock. Duo ignored him. He devoured his lover's ample penis, slithering his lips up and down the shaft while his fingers searched for the man's anus. "Fu- fuck! fuck!" "Uh-hum," Duo said, continuing his work. "Where'd you come from?" "Where'd you go to?" Duo said, releasing Heero's penis with a long lick up the shaft in order to get his words out. "Weren't you going to wait for me?" Heero, his thighs trembling, blew out breath noisily and laughed. But his laugh turned to a pleading gasp as Duo took him again. The young man's lips descended the full length of Heero's cock, coming to rest in the thick brown curls at the base, the head pushing down the back of Duo's relaxed throat. "Gl- glad you- you're here now," Heero said unsteadily. He put both hands on Duo's head and fingered the boy's braid, rocking his hips in sync with his lover's pumping motions. Duo realized Heero was pulling his braid up and toward him, searching for the tip. He immediately released Heero, sat back on his heels, and gently took it back. "Uh-uh," He said with a smile as he licked his lips. "Too hot to let it down." "You know how it drives me wild when we fuck with it down." "And you know how much trouble it is for me." They held each other's eyes for a moment. Then Duo leaned forward and licked the head of Heero's throbbing cock, a quick swipe, smiling at the bobbing, weaving reaction and his lover's sharp intake of breath. "I think," Duo said slowly, "I can make you forget." "Oh?" Heero said, smiling slyly. "Uh-huh," Duo said, his voice dripping with debauchery. Heero's grin widened. Duo pulled the last of his braid from Heero's hand, then returned to sucking the man's generous endowment. Heero moaned in pleasure. A minute later Duo pulled off of him with loud smacking sounds. "Your musk drives me insane." "Good," Heero said. "Do something about it." Duo stood and wriggled out of his tee shirt. Heero sat forward and unsnapped Duo's cut-offs. They dropped to his ankles. "No underwear?" They grinned at each other. "Well..." Heero took Duo's cock. Duo Maxwell wasn't built like his lover, but his body type, though different, was no less beautiful. His skin, cream-colored and smooth, covered a musculature less developed than Heero's but still well-defined. The slim patch of auburn hair that sat above the base of his cock dwindled to a trail that ended at his navel, pointing the way to a definite six-pack of abs with full pecs above that featured prominent nipples with large areolae, caramel-colored and plump. Below his cock was a magnificent set of testicles the size of hen eggs. "You may be bigger," Duo liked to say, "but I can shoot loads more than you because of these guys." Size is relative, and saying Heero's cock was bigger than Duo's wasn't the same as saying his lover was small; he wasn't. The skin of Duo's penis was so pale it seemed almost translucent, and Heero swore he could see the veins there pulsing when he did what Duo called /that licking thing,/ when Heero brought him to orgasm with only his tongue, no lips, no sucking. It took a long time, and Duo always came so hard he shuddered from head to toe. As Heero wrapped his lips around Duo's cock and pushed them toward the boy's sweet belly, he swallowed and told his throat to relax. The irony was that, although Heero's penis was bigger than Duo's, his mouth was smaller, so it was more of a challenge for him to completely envelop Duo's cock than the other way around. When Heero's lips closed over his dick, Duo bent at the waist and gasped. Heero made slurping noises as he pushed forward to keep Duo in his mouth. Duo's fingers went to Heero's thick brown hair, laced through bangs still warm with the day's heat. As he sucked his partner, Heero took his own cock and stroked it. After a moment, Heero opened his mouth and put the heels of his hands on Duo's hips. He pushed the man roughly. Duo stumbled backward. "Wh- what?" Heero leaned down and pushed his gym shorts to his feet, then leaned back. The hem of his blue tank top grazed his pubic hair. His hard penis pulsed in the air in time with his accelerating heartbeat. He held out his hands. "I want to be inside you." Without speaking Duo kicked out of his cut-offs and stepped toward Heero. He grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them as he pushed his hips forward. Heero worked his tongue to gather saliva. He licked the palm of his hand, then rubbed it over his cock, which was already slick with precum. He saw more precum beading at the tip of Duo's cock. He put his fingers there and, with his other hand around the shaft, milked Duo. Heero slicked Duo's anus with his own juices, then fingered the ring of muscle there. Duo groaned. He pumped his hips forward. "Be still." Duo slowed his movement. Heero decided they were ready. He put a hand on each of Duo's hips and guided him into position, then grabbed his cock and touched the tip to Duo's asshole. Tantalizing promises of pleasure tingled around Duo's opening. Heero felt Duo's anus push outward as his partner prepared to receive him. Heero pushed up. Duo sat on his lover's groin, his feet on the floor, hips thrust forward to be over Heero's lap, legs spread as wide as possible. Both men moaned. Time left them motionless. Then Duo tightened his sphincter. Both men groaned. Heero put his hands on the small of Duo's back. "You okay?" "Fuck me, Heero Yuy." The words were both command and plea, riddled with a desperate lust. Heero pulled back a little, then moved forward in one long, slow, upward thrust. When he was fully inside his lover, he paused. As hot as the day had been, as exhausted of physical energy after the day's work as he had thought himself, Duo's wet heat triggered a reserve of passion and sexual excitement. Heero's thighs trembled with anticipation. "With pleasure." And he began. He pulled back, forcing himself to move slowly. Duo lifted his feet off the floor and scooted forward, pressing his knees into the corner of the couch. Heero pushed upward again. Duo emitted a soft, high squeak. Heero pulled back a third time. In him were twin desires. One wanted to savage his partner, and he knew right well that such was Duo's way, that the long-haired boy nymph hungered for it with an insatiable craving. Rough sex holds its pleasures collared and chained like eager pets, and releases them unwillingly. Only with discipline can play with such animal spirits yield a proper joy and satisfaction. And Heero often obliged his lover with a ferocious fucking that left them both panting and spent, unable to do more than fall from grace. But this night, Heero wanted even more the excruciating bliss of a long, slow climb to orgasm. He wanted to savor the burn, so like the trip to failure he gave his muscles during workout, but with such a different result. So again he moved, inching forward as slowly as he could. Heero had already worked himself up, beginning with the kiss he took from Duo when he arrived home after work hours before, continuing with lewd insinuations and verbal play, and then heightening his sensitivity with his own manipulations of his cock and balls. He had spent his entire shower fantasizing about Duo, the young man's smooth planes of muscle, his tight heat; had dreamed of entering the boy, imagined the delicacy of being snug inside him. And now he was. Just as he delighted in the shock of cold water after a hot shower, Heero relished finding the edge between pleasure and pain, though the two experiences were quite different. One, a slap in the face or worse; the other a steady march, if approached properly, one that inexorably proceeds up the slope of stimulation, constantly intensifying, continually gnawing at nerves until, overfed, over-sensitized, and palpitating, the growing vine of desire splits open, gives birth to the thin blade of discomfort, wraps its separate strands of lust, and delight, and want, and insistence around it, and grows on, a new thing, a double-headed, tail-eating snake that knows not whether it is good, or bad, or somehow both. That was what Heero wanted this night. He moved again, and then again, trembling with the effort of controlling his speed, keeping Duo balanced above him with hands on the small of his back. Duo knew what Heero was doing, /the long and slow,/ as he liked to call it, and he hated it. And loved it. And hated himself for loving it. For Duo, sex was rough joy, the sheer delight of slamming nerves into high gear and driving them over the cliff's edge. His way was rushing to climax in a desperate frenzy, then collapsing insensate, barely aware of his surroundings. But throughout their months together Heero had patiently schooled him in another way, and, though frustrating at first, he had come to appreciate it, if not embrace it. He loved the man inside him. Though the three famous words had never been spoken by either of them, he knew it was true, knew Heero knew it, too. There was nothing he wouldn't do for Heero Yuy, and he believed the same was true in reverse. So Duo leaned forward, put his hands on his lover's shoulders, once more glistening with sweat, and rode him. Heero advanced and retreated into Duo's channel, reveling in the tight heat. Gradually his tempo increased. Gradually his thrust grew stronger. Duo held his weight just off of Heero's thighs so that the man could work his ass freely. And work it he did. Heero was large enough to fill Duo completely, the head of his cock just tipping into the bend at the top of the boy's channel. Nothing short of the act of coming was more pleasurable than having his dick rub that spot. Duo loved having his prostate stroked and drubbed; he had loved fucking Heero, the single time it happened, on a dare, after an out-of-control drunken celebration over Heero getting the choice job he now had; and he loved bringing himself off. But for him, nothing short of coming was better than having Heero hit that spot with all he had. So Duo waited, held back the urge to pound his ass into Heero's lap. He knew his partner would get there. Heero's breath grew short as he built speed and power. Sweat darkened his blue tank top. His hips pistoned into Duo. His cock ached with pleasure, his thighs ached with pain. Duo's thighs trembled with the strain of hovering over Heero. Suddenly he was conscious of the /slap-slap/ of his braid against his ass as Heero's fucking knocked it away again and again. He raised his chin to let the thicker part of his braid slide down his crack, then lowered his chin to his chest to slide the braid up between his cheeks. He opened his eyes and, seeing the beauty beneath him, his breath departed. Heero's face, neck, and chest was flushed, a rose luminescence overlaid on golden skin. The man's brown hair stuck to his forehead above eyes squeezed tight and an open, panting mouth. Duo smiled, wondering at how lucky he was to have such a god deign to love and fuck him. Without warning he reached down and took a nipple between thumb and forefinger and tweaked it hard. Heero gasped. His rhythm faltered, but he smiled, open-mouthed, and licked the corners of his lips. "A- gain," he grunted. Duo did it again. Heero resumed his rhythm. Duo moved his other hand and tweaked both nipples. Heero arched his back as pleasure/pain exploded in his pecs. Something in him ticked over, and the untamed animal Duo had hoped to provoke snapped awake. Heero lunged upward. His cock shot to the top of Duo's channel and connected with a solid hit. An electric trill spawned behind Duo's navel, quickly grew, hatched, and sent tendrils of intense pleasure into his groin and nipples. His cock, fully erect and weeping liberally, slapped against his belly, making glistening threads of precum that spun through the air as it swung away. Heero was near orgasm. His lover had taunted him into turning savage, and all he knew now was the burn of approaching failure in his thighs, the tantalizing promise of release that led him onward, the heady scent of Duo's musk as the boy's chest came to his nose. He licked the sweat from Duo's breastbone and growled. "Fuck! Fuck you! Fuck me! "Fuck!" Unable to hold his position any longer, Duo released the pain in his thighs and fell in sync with Heero into his lap, upsetting his partner's rhythm. Heero grabbed Duo's hips and shoved them upward. "Hold still, damn it!" Duo grunted, now lost in the harsh storm of rough sex. He willingly obeyed, rising once more to hover over Heero's groin. Heero pummeled his lover's ass. Hot flesh over solid bone made slapping sounds. Both men groaned. Heero came. Every part of him tensed. He drove upward a final time and held his position. Inside himself, Duo felt the pulsing of his partner's cock and shakily let himself sit, forcing Heero's cock the final bit into him. He squeezed his sphincter, trying to match the beat of Heero's penis as it spasmed. Heero's thighs quaked with an acute burn. His head rocked forward and back, a violent racking movement. His cock could not contain itself, and seemed to split open to allow the unbearable pleasure passage out of him. Duo held still. He looked down at his lover, proud that he was the one, the only one, who ever made him like this; that he was the only one who ever saw it. Finally Heero released his muscles and fell into the couch. Duo rocked forward, put hands on Heero's shoulders to steady himself. When the man's breathing was less ragged, he said, "Good?" "Mmmm," Heero moaned. Then he opened his eyes. The determination there told Duo they weren't finished. /He is so good to me. He does love me. I know it./ Heero leaned forward from the waist. He grabbed Duo around the small of the back to steady the boy over him. Once more he licked the sweat from Duo's breastbone, then set teeth to a nipple, biting lightly, then harder, then harder, until Duo protested. "I know you like it. "I know you want it." He moved to the other and suckled there roughly for a moment, then licked his way toward Duo's cock. He knew he wouldn't reach it; they had tried this before. But he loved the taste of Duo during sex, his scent thick like rich black loam, and salty. When he had bent as far as he could, he wiggled the tip of his tongue at Duo's cock, then sat back. "Close your eyes." Duo did. He put his head back and licked his lips, tasting what he knew would come. Heero took his cock in hand and milked it. Duo's large testes produced copious amounts of precome, and they had been fucking long enough that his belly and cock was covered in it. Heero gathered it and pumped the shaft, but only twice, then stopped. Duo's eyes flew open; his head snapped forward. "Don't fuck with --" With a devilish smile Heero began stoking again. "Just making sure --" "Fuck off. I mean, fuck -- hell, I don't know, just do me, Heero." Heero's smile grew. He worked his lover's dick, hard, strong, fast, the way he knew Duo liked it. When he saw that Duo was lost in the experience, he leaned forward again to tease the boy's nipples, one with his free hand, the other with his teeth. Duo squirmed. He groaned. Duo panted. He moaned. His cock seemed pleased to be on fire. Heero's abuse of his nipples triggered electrical storms that ricocheted over his super-sensitized skin. Then Heero moved his hips, reminding Duo that he was still inside him and still hard. The shock of rediscovery made Duo wild. He abandoned all pretense of control. He gave himself to the gods of orgasm. They took him high into the clouds of desire. Duo's cock exploded with spurts of semen that sent waves of pleasure through every part of him. His body shook. As he orgasmed, his sphincter contracted around Heero's cock, and the man underneath closed his eyes as he continued to stroke his partner's shaft. Semen splashed on Duo's chest, on Heero's, and over Heero's hand. When it was over, Duo collapsed, utterly spent, immeasurably satisfied. Heero caught him, eased him to one side, twisting his hips and easing his softening cock from his ass. He looked down and saw his own juices leaking from Duo's anus. /Need towels, quick./ He moved off the couch and to the bathroom. Duo curled knees to chest, sweaty, sticky, knowing what was happening, not caring in the least. /He loves me. I know it./ Heero returned to the couch with hand towels, two wet, two dry. He saw the smile on his partner's face and smiled in return, though the boy before him was already fluttering between this world and his dreams. /If he isn't the best god-damn motherfucking fuck on the planet./ /"He loves you, you know,"/ said an interior voice. /I know,/ Heero answered. /I know./ He knelt and began cleaning. TBC
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