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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"
August became September, and the strength of summer's heat was waning Duo's daily trek home from the university became less tedious, yet walking into his air conditioned apartment still brought a tangible release of tension in his neck and shoulders. He knew it would return as soon as Heero arrived home from work, but the reason for this he pushed to the bottom of his consciousness, not wanting to deal with it. His fall schedule was daunting, but he felt good about it for two reasons. First, his ability to absorb information and concentrate on assignments was stronger than ever. He had finally learned how to study, and though there was a mountain of material to conquer, he believed he had finally hit his stride in handling a full-time university schedule. The second reason? This, too, he kept out of his forebrain, even though it brought some relief to his daily regimen: he shared no classes with Quatre Winner this term, which meant he saw him infrequently. Heero had his own reasons for avoiding thoughts about Quatre. The boy had graciously agreed to transport the air conditioner Heero's workmate had given him. He drove Duo out to the Chicago suburb of Naperville, helped him load the bulky unit, and then back to the apartment, where he and Duo hauled it up three flights of stairs in stifling heat. Heero appreciated the assist, and was more than happy to provide dinner as a thank-you gesture. It was what happened during the meal that discomfited Heero. Quatre was lean and muscular, tanned and quite attractive, and more than aware of it. He went out of his way to show off his body, which he did in spades that night. Dressed in a turquoise tee shirt tight against his well-developed torso, white short shorts, and sandals, he seemed to delight in making Heero squirm as he exuded an intoxicating mixture of charm and grace and sexual energy. At the end of the evening he called himself a sexpot, something Heero assented to without reservations. But it was what the boy suggested that troubled Heero. More than that, it was the thoughts spawned by Quatre's scandalous invitation for Heero and Duo to join him in a threesome. Heero emphatically declared this out of bounds, as did Duo. But the idea, once brought to life, wasn't easily dismissed--and that was the most disturbing thing of all. # "God, but I'm sore today." Duo heard his partner's lunch pail clank against the dinette table. He whirled around in the kitchen, checking to see if all was ready for the dinner he had prepared, jumping back instinctively to keep his braid from hitting the food. He knew well that his Japanese partner loved sushi, and that it had been almost a month since they had had any. Duo surveyed the platter of fresh, raw salmon and tuna and octopus atop neat lozenges of sticky rice artfully arranged. Next to this were small bowls for soy sauce, chopsticks, napkins. In the refrigerator were several bottles of Heero's favorite beer, waiting to be poured into tall glasses chilling in the freezer above. "Hungry?" Duo called from the kitchen. "Yep." Heero raised the rough hands of a pipe fitter over his head, balled them into fists, then groaned as he bent backward to stretch tired muscles. When he righted himself, Duo was directly in front of him, almost nose to nose, a wide grin under bright eyes. "Whoa. Don't sneak up on a guy like that." Duo leaned forward and kissed Heero, just a peck on the lips, then did an about face on the ball of a foot and walked away. "Tease." "Guess what's for dinner?" Duo said as he stepped around the corner. "Surprise me." "Okay," Duo said. He carefully lifted the platter of sushi and turned to walk it back to Heero. But Heero had followed him, quiet as quiet, close as close. The tray hit Heero's arm. Duo gasped, and food went up, over, out, and down. "God damn it, Heero!" Heero stepped back, dismay on his face. "I'm sor--" The scowl on his mate's face stopped him cold. "It's still good," Heero said meekly. He squatted and hurriedly gathered food into a cupped hand. "See? Some of the pieces aren't broken at all." He worked quickly for a few seconds, then stopped when he realized Duo hadn't moved, hadn't spoken. He looked up to see Duo's scowl had changed. The lines of his face were tighter, more drawn back, but the anger there was gone, replaced by pain and disappointment betrayed by eyes blinking back tears. "It's my fault," Heero said. I shouldn't have sneaked up on you." "I--wanted to sur-prise you." Heero reached for the overturned platter. He stood and put it on the counter, then dumped his handful of fish and rice on it. "You did." Heero smiled, hoping it seemed as genuine as it felt. He looked at his hands as he dusted them together over the tray. "I worked--" "Shh," Heero said, turning back to Duo and stopping him with an index finger against his lips. "I think it's wonderful." Duo put his hand on Heero's wrist and gently pushed it down. His tone was softer, but still betrayed his hurt. "It's ruined, is what it is." "Doesn't matter. There’re enough good pieces on the counter for both of us." Heero smiled again. Duo's rapid blinking slowed. Heero impulsively reached for Duo's hips and pulled him close. Duo scooted forward in halting steps on stiffened legs. Heero leaned in gently to kiss him, but froze when Duo jerked his head down. His last step landed on a piece of raw tuna. "Ew." Heero crooked two fingers and put them under Duo's chin. He raised the boy's head and looked directly into his eyes. "Don't worry about it. It's enough that you did this for me." He tilted his head just a bit. His eyes softened. "More than enough." Duo wiped one eye with the back of a finger. "Really?" "Really." Duo ducked his head. Heero did as well, lifting his lover's head up again with the fingers still under his chin. Heero leaned in and kissed his partner, touching his full, rounded lips against Duo's thinner Anglo ones drawn together in a pucker. Heero drew back a touch. He flicked his eyes upward to see Duo's expression softening. He kissed again, slowly, and again, again, until Duo relaxed his pout and responded. Heero put out his tongue, slipped only the tip between his lips to glide against Duo's. When Duo parted his, Heero closed his eyes and leaned forward as he entered his lover's mouth. He pulled their hips together. Duo titled his head to the side, moved his hands forward. He rested his forearms on Heero's shoulders and laced his fingers behind the Japanese man's neck, closing his eyes, too. /Warm,/ Heero thought. /So smooth./ The faint taste of mint told Heero that his partner had brushed his teeth not long ago, and he realized anew how important dinner had been to him. /He wanted this to be special. Well, I'm going to/ make /it special./ /Yes,/ Duo thought. /I so want this./ His heart pumped harder, faster. /It's been so long.../ # a tiny sigh in the back of his throat the kiss deeper, tongues sparring heero's hands fondling hips through jeans traveling up, under, down fingers rough against duo's smooth ass fire # Duo pulled away from the embrace slowly. Heero moved forward, trying to sustain the kiss. He slowed his hands but kept them inside Duo's pants, inside his underwear. Duo whispered "Thank you," and smiled shyly. Heero spoke softly, his eyelids lowering. "I'm still hungry, you know." Duo drew a sharp breath and quickly looked down at the counter. Heero leaned his torso to the left, away from spilled sushi, to bring Duo's head up and back to face him. Heero's voice dropped to a growl. "Maybe I want something more... visceral first." Duo grinned. He matched Heero's low, guttural tone. "Now you're inside my thoughts." "There are other things I want to be insi--" His last word finished inside Duo's mouth as the long-haired boy threw himself against his lover's body. Heero stumbled backward, but took Duo's weight easily. He pushed his hands downward, further into his partner's pants, and squeezed as their kiss further enflamed them. # /It's times like this I almost wish I smoked,/ Duo thought. "Really?" Duo jerked his head downward, forcing his chin hard against the join of his clavicles. "I didn't say anything." "You murmured." Heero lay on top of Duo, covered in sweat, his heart rate descending, approaching normal. Duo, as usual, had brought himself off by pumping his cock furiously, his hand's rhythm matching Heero's violent thrusts into his ass, his sphincter's contractions toppling his lover over the edge of orgasm. They performed their customary ritual just after they came: Heero, still breathing heavily and suspended above the man he loved on arms locked stiff at the elbows, stared into Duo's eyes, his stern, commanding look sending an indisputable message: /I own you. You belong to me and no other./ Duo, also panting, flicked his gaze back and forth between Heero's eyes before finally settling on the more demanding right one and confirming their tacit agreement: /I know. And I willingly accept./ Then, ending their sacrament, he leaned up and kissed Heero. But instead of putting his hands around Heero's neck to pull him down as he typically did, he pushed upward, augmenting the joining of their mouths, moving his elbows back to support him. Heero almost always broke the kiss with a smile and rolled to the side to bask in the radiance of their afterglow. This time he hunched his shoulders to push his lips firmly against his partner's and kissed back passionately. When he broke the kiss he unlocked his elbows and lowered himself to lay on Duo, smearing the boy's cum between their torsos. He held his love's eyes as he moved down, then lay his head on Duo's breast. His softening cock came part of the way out of Duo's ass, then, as he shifted against the boy below him, it slipped out completely. "Shh," he whispered when Duo drew a sharp breath. "I'll clean it up later. Just lie here with me." Duo's heart thrummed with emotion at his partner's tenderness, so uncharacteristic yet so welcome. He put out a hand and touched a shoulder. Heero moaned gently behind closed lips, and Duo, instead of resting his hand, drew lazy, feather-light trails across his lover's back, fingernails barely touching the smooth, golden skin. He carefully leaned his head to one side to watch Heero's face, which was just visible below his forehead. Heero smacked his lips softly, curled them in a sweet smile, cuddled closer. /If we could stay like this,/ Duo thought. /If only we could stay like this forever./ Duo laid his head back and closed his eyes. A moment passed. Heero opened one eye. "Why'd you stop?" Duo opened both eyes. "Stop what?" "Doing my back." "Did I?" Duo resumed his motions. "See if you can guess what I'm writing." He drew letters in cursive, lifting his fingers between words. "I have no idea." "Oh," Duo said. "To you, I'm writing upside down." He repeated, concentrating to form his letters right-side up from Heero's perspective. "Easy one," Heero said. "I love you." Duo smiled. "Then try this." He wrote again, this time more quickly, delivering a longer missive. "You have... how much ..." Heero arched his back. "Tickles when you do it so quickly." Pause. "That's all I could get." "I wrote, 'You have no idea how much you mean to me, Heero Yuy, and how content I am right now.' " "You're sweet." Duo rested his palm on Heero's middle back, fingers reaching to the shallow valley above his hips. He drummed his nails two, three times, then stopped. Closed his eyes. Sighed in slow motion, his chest barely rising and falling. "Can I ask you something?" Duo's eyes fluttered open. His voice was hazy with contentment. "Anything." Heero swallowed, and Duo felt it against his ribs. He drew another breath, this one signaling alertness. Heero raised his head. He dragged his chin to Duo's breastbone and looked up at the boy. "Um..." Duo pulled his shoulders back to tilt his head down to see Heero more clearly. /He never hesitates./ "It's nothing, really." Duo scooted backward, attempting to sit up. Heero took the cue and lifted off his partner's body. The drying cum on their abs was gummy. "Don't freak out." "That's the number one thing you could say to make me do just that." Heero looked down at the mess on his stomach, then back at Duo. He forced a smile. "Let's clean up, then we'll talk." Time stilled for a moment. Duo searched his lover's eyes, but found nothing but honest kindness there. "Okay," he said uncertainly, drawing the word out. The bed sheet slipped from Heero's ass as he pushed all the way up and tipped himself to the side. he landed on his back beside Duo, turned to give him a wide grin that parted to show teeth. "Let's shower together." Duo smiled back, trying to mask his anxiety, hoping he didn't seem tentative. "Okay." # Duo slipped Heero's soft cotton gym shorts up his legs and over his hips as his partner pulled sheets from the bed. Duo turned just in time to see Heero shove the balled mess into his face. "What the hell?" Heero lowered the crumpled sheets and grinned sheepishly. "Smells like sex." Duo raised his eyebrows. "Smells like you." "Aren't you a dirty boy." "When I'm with you I am." Duo found another of Heero's garments, the oversized blue tank he wore for lounging. He pulled it over his head and pressed the front of it to his nose and inhaled, then let it drop to his shoulders. He wrinkled his nose under bunched eyebrows at the disappointment of finding only the scent of fabric softener. "You look ridiculous in my stuff, you know." "Maybe I don't care how I look. Feels good." "Can't argue with that." "Smells good, too," Duo muttered softly. Heero stuffed the sheets into the clothes hamper in the bath, then moved to Duo. The look in his eyes made Duo blink in surprise. He looked down to see that Heero was still naked from the shower. "Put something--" Heero stopped him with a kiss. He wrapped his arms around Duo's waist and pulled him close. Duo leaned his head back to break the kiss. He lifted his hands, put them on Heero's shoulders, and pushed. Heero stuck out his lower lip. "You don't--" "Of course I do. But not until you tell me what you wanted to say." Heero threw his eyes to the side. He let his face go slack. He looked back at Duo. "Yeah." A dozen heartbeats went by. Duo searched Heero's eyes. His lover seemed to be scrutinizing a problem. His look changed as he came to a decision. "Let's sit in the living room." # "Um..." Duo's third monosyllable in as many minutes prompted Heero to look at him for the third time from his perch on the La-Z-boy, where he sat cross-legged, at attention from the waist up, leaning away from the back of the overstuffed recliner. "Do you have any idea how many scenarios have already gone through my mind?" "Sorry. I just don't know how to say it." "Well, for god's sake say /something./ I can't take this any longer." Heero drew breath and plunged into his topic, speaking rapidly to bolster his courage. "You remember the last time we had sex? The night that--" "I remember." Duo, also cross-legged on the couch, barely moved his lips. He was completely focused on Heero's eyes. "It's been over three weeks, Heero. For someone who usually can't keep his hands off me--" "It's not that." Pause. "I--I--" Duo's eyes narrowed. Heero swallowed and tried again. "Did you notice anything unusual about the way we did it then?" Duo shifted his eyes to the side. "Maybe." "Like what?" "Why don't you tell me what /you/ noticed?" "What did we just do? I mean, right after we came, there in the bedroom?" Duo stifled a wince. /We've never talked about this before. I don't know if I can--/ "That thing we do, where we look at each other." Duo looked back at Heero, then away again. "Yeah?" Pause. "Go on." "Well, we didn't do it then. Three weeks ago, I mean." Duo looked up, then at Heero again. He drew breath and spoke. "I guess we didn't." Pause. "So?" "Well, we usually do." Pause. "Don't we?" "Uh huh," Duo said quite slowly. "Is, uh, there a reason you didn't?" "/I/ didn't? That's something you usually--" "It's something we do together. At the same time. Isn't it?" "I guess." Pause. "What're you trying to say, Heero?" Heero squirmed in his seat. "I, uh..." A full-on blush rose from Heero's neck to cover his face. He turned his head and murmured to himself. "This is a lot harder than I thought it would be." Duo's face had gradually assumed a scowl. He cocked one eyebrow upward. "For Christ's sake, Heero. I've never seen you like this. What in the hell--" Duo stopped cold as sudden realization took him. "Is this about Quatre?" Heero jerked his head back to face Duo, eyes wide. His blush intensified, and for a third time he turned his head away. "It /is,/" Duo said. "Were you fantasizing about him?" Again Heero swallowed. He spoke with his face still down and to the side, quite softly. "Yes." He jerked his head up and quickly added, "Not today. Then." "Just the... the one time." He hung his head again. A long silence ensued. Each passing moment was agony for Heero. Finally unable to bear another, he faced Duo and dropped his mouth open in shock. Duo's head was down. He was staring at his hands, which were clasped together, hanging low from elbows balanced on his knees. Heero could see that his partner was also blushing furiously. The boy mumbled, "Me, too." Heero was too stunned to speak. He stared until his eyes itched from drying in the air, then blinked. All at once words tumbled from him pell-mell. "God, Duo, I'm so sorry. I was so embarrassed, I couldn't look at you, couldn't bring myself to--to be intimate. That's why I've been avoiding you all this time, that's why--" "I've been avoiding you, too," Duo said, head still down. "I was so blown away by you taking me just seconds after he walked out the door that--that--" "I wanted you, wanted you so bad, Duo. I meant what I said, that I'd never been hornier in my life. But it was for you, Duo, not him. I didn't want--" Duo's tone was sad, full of resignation. "But you couldn't get him out of your mind, could you?" Heero closed his mouth and waited. He refused to look away from Duo, who had raised his head. He swallowed again. "I'm ashamed to say I couldn't, either." Heero raised his eyebrows. Duo rushed to speak before his partner could. "But I wanted /you,/ Heero. I didn't want /him./
I don't know what happened to me. You were banging me like I like
it: rough, almost no A tear spilled from the corner of an eye as his voice stuck in his throat. Heero spoke low and soft, looking at the table between them. "I was ashamed, too. I don't know what happened. I've never wanted anyone but you, Duo. I want you to know that." He looked up. Duo was crying freely, crying silently. "I--don't want an-y--you're the only one I want, Heero." Suddenly Heero was on the couch, arms around Duo, his head over the boy's shoulder. Duo put his forehead against Heero's collarbone and pressed into it. Heero felt his tee shirt dampen, and his own eyes moisten. Duo put his arms around Heero's waist. They hugged each other tightly. Tears rolled down Heero's cheeks as he apologized over and over and over, his words stumbling through Duo's sobbing. They calmed, sighed, shuddered. Heero stroked the back of Duo's head several times, then let his fingers slowly trail down his love's auburn-gold braid again and again. With a final sigh shuddering through him, Heero pulled away but kept his hands on Duo's shoulders. Duo wiped tears from his cheeks with the heel of a hand. He kept his head down, still too ashamed to meet Heero's eyes. Heero bowed his head and leaned forward to touch it gently to Duo's. He drew a long, slow breath and exhaled, then whispered, "Are we okay?" Duo sniffed. "You still love me?" Heero's voice grew a bit stronger. "Of course. That's what I've been trying to say." "Then--" Duo hesitated--"then, yeah." "You don't hate me?" Duo looked up suddenly, nudging Heero's head away. "How could I hate the man who--who--" Heero smiled as he put a finger on Duo's lips. "I don't think either of us had any idea of what Quatre was like." "Mm," Duo said and nodded once. He studied the mix of relief and vulnerability in his partner's eyes, then looked away. /I did,/ he thought, recalling the kiss Quatre had taken from him in the car moments before meeting Heero that night. Heero put four fingers on Duo's cheek, and the boy he loved looked back at him. "And where does he get off," Heero said in a voice returning to normal, "suggesting we let him into our bed?" Duo's eyes darted back and forth between Heero's. His heart was open and waiting. "That," Heero said, "is something that will never happen." Pause. "Right?" "Right," Duo said, rushing the word when he realized he had hesitated to answer. "Absolutely." "Okay, then," Heero said with a big breath. He pulled away from Duo, turned, and put his hands on his knees. He arched his back, then lifted his hands above his head and fell back against the couch, groaning as he stretched. "If I was hungry before we screwed, I'm double hungry now." He gave Duo a crooked smile. "Let's see what we can salvage of the sushi." Duo nodded and stood with a smile. He still felt bruised by the revelations he and Heero shared, but did his best to hide this. Heero stood beside him, smiled back, and went to the kitchen. Duo followed, his smile vanishing as troubling thoughts came to him. /This isn't over. I'm still attracted to Quatre, and I bet Heero is, too. But I'm not about to bring that up right now./ As he stepped toward the kitchen, Heero said cheerfully, "Hey, look. My favorite pieces all landed on the counter." Duo rounded the corner and smiled again, holding in a new anxiety, wondering how he might bring it up. TBC Chapter 7 |
