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"Together "Written By: Presser
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing characters aren't mine Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Angst, rough sex, language Spoilers: None Summary: Duo and Heero go to Juno Beach, Florida,
to work on their relationship
"Together"
Two gulls shot over the little cottage, wheeling through
the final rays of the sun. Below them, the Atlantic rolled gray-green
onto the beach; above them, a Levi's blue sky mingled with streamers
of tangerine, and deep lavender, and charcoal. The gulls dove into
the slight wind, playing with each other before coming to rest amid
tufts of beach grass and tiny dunes of sand. Heero Yuy leaned against the rough stucco exterior of
the cottage, one bare foot in the sand, the other knee-high against
the wall. He watched the gulls pick at the grass. When one bent down,
the other pecked at his companion's tail feathers, causing a flurry
of wings. The birds ran into the air, leaving Heero with their keening,
lonely call. He pushed long, golden fingers through dark tangles that
splashed over his ears and down the back of his neck, then shoved
away from the wall. He stretched and yawned, twisting at the waist
as he did. He looked over his shoulder at the door to the cottage,
then turned toward the palm trees that lined Ocean Drive. Heero could
hear the traffic buzzing down US Highway 1 not a mile away: the sound
of people with destinations. He studied the oil stains on the concrete
slab of the carport, then sank both hands in the pockets of his worn
khaki shorts. He turned to the beach, staring at darkening waves.
Where are you, Duo? Are you coming back this time? * * * * * * * * * * It began with the simplest of things. It always did.
A glass left on the scruffy blond coffee table became a snide remark.
Sharp words opened familiar wounds, and suddenly his lover was marching
out the door, a "Fuck you, Yuy" slung over his shoulder,
followed by the sound of Duo's battered Ford Mustang complaining as
it was wrenched onto Ocean Drive. Heero was left standing in the main room of the cottage,
staring at the kitchen sink, at the brown stains around the bottom
of the cold water tap. Rust, Heero thought. Like us. He looked down
to see his hand clutching the offending glass. * * * * * * * * * * The day we met, he shot me. In the seven years since, the two had been comrades,
partners, friends. The war had held them together at first, survival
their priority. Afterwards they fell into Une's Preventers, too uneasy
with the peace that Relena Peacecraft held together with prayer and
gum to consider any other life. Heero had moved in with Duo because
it was more efficient than two rents and two sets of pots. When did we become more? Heero couldn't say. He only
knew that one day Duo was more, more than a friend, more than a companion.
The first night on the beach, the first kiss, cuddling on the couch
in front of classic movies, sleeping together - these moments twined
us together into "we," Heero thought. A "we" Heero
wasn't able to do without now. And when did we become less? When did the kisses cool,
the touches come less frequently? When did the romance get scheduled
for Friday night? Heero couldn't say that, either. They had come to Juno Beach to work on their relationship;
had intended to concentrate on their strengths together; to try to
put the weaknesses each brought to "we" aside. Heero had shaken his head when he realized he had been
staring at the glass in his hand. He had put it in the dishwasher
and walked out the door to find two seagulls playing in the wind.
* * * * * * * * * * Heero stared at the waves until he could barely make
out the whitecaps in the dark. When the lights of the Mustang cast
shadows against the sand, he held his position, legs pressed together,
hands still in pockets. He heard the car door slam. He realized he
had been squinting in an attempt to see the ocean. He relaxed his
eyes. "You gonna stare at the water all night?"
Heero turned his head, but didn't speak. "Fine, then. See you in the morning." Heero
heard sandals kicking at sand, and turned around. "Duo." The young man stopped, his face to
the door. "What, Yuy?" Duo waited a dozen heartbeats, then turned quickly,
his braid flicking in the air. "Still can't talk to me, can you? Even -"
Duo snorted in disgust, turning his head away. "Even what?" Duo turned flashing eyes back to lock with Heero's.
"Even after all the time we've spent together,
that's 'even what'." "Duo, I -" "'Duo, I -" Duo parroted Heero's words with
a sneer on his lips. "What?" Silence. Heero suddenly felt his heart drumming against
his ribs. "Dammit, Heero!" Duo crossed the distance
between them quickly, and grabbed Heero by the arms. "Talk to
me, dammit!" Heero pushed against Duo's chest forcibly, breaking
the hold on his arms. He stumbled backward, legs giving way, sitting
hard on the sand. Duo stood over him. When he saw that Heero wasn't
hurt, he turned his head, spat on the sand, then turned and walked
into the cottage. Heero picked himself up, brushed the sand from his shorts
and legs, and followed. * * * * * * * * * * Duo was on the couch, legs stretched out, feet crossed,
arms tight across his chest. His tee shirt came halfway down his chest,
exposing tanned abs above his red swim trunks. He glared as Heero
entered the room. Heero let the rickety screen door bang shut behind
him as he flicked on the light, then crossed to the end of the couch
to stand at Duo's feet. He searched Duo's face. "What are we doing here, Duo?" "What's that supposed to mean? We're here to 'work
on our relationship,' remember?" "That's not what I mean. What's going on here,
tonight?" "What's going on is you being a freak about neatness!
What's going on is you nagging me nonstop!" Heero hesitated before speaking. "Duo, I don't
mean to -" "Duo, I don't mean to -" Duo's imitation was
stinging. "Damnit, Duo!" Heero's voice rose. "Will
you shut up long enough for me to say something?" Time passed
in the chill between them. "So go ahead." Heero sat on the arm of the couch. "Listen, I know I'm compulsive about cleaning.
But I don't think that -" Duo sat up sharply. "Don't you dare try to justify
yourself to me! The problem is much bigger than a glass left on the
table." Duo's jaw flexed, his eyes flared in anger. Heero's eyes narrowed, and he breathed heavily as he
glared at Duo. He came to a decision and stood. "Fine, then!"
Heero turned and marched out of the cottage. * * * * * * * * * * Heero heard the screen door rattle shut behind him as
he propelled himself away from Duo, his feet jabbing the sand. "Damnit,"
he muttered as he moved through clumps of grass and hillocks of sand
onto the beach. Light from the newly risen moon glinted off the water.
Heero brought his arms against his bare chest in the chill wind. He
walked several steps toward the water, stopping just before the edge
of the wet sand. He muttered softly. "Why, for god's sake? Why
do we have to fight?" Heero looked up at the moon, then down
at the sand. * * * * * * * * * * Heero felt a presence behind him. A hand reached out,
touched his shoulder. Heero kept his head down. "Heero." Duo's voice was soft, tinged with
regret. "What?" Heero was withdrawn. "Look at me, Heero." "Why? What good will it do?" "Please, look at me, Heero. I - I'm sorry."
Duo waited, then pulled his hand away. Heero took a deep breath, let it out in a huff. He spun
around in the sand. "What do you want from me?" "I -" "You want me to change? Be just like you? Is that
it? You want me to stop being me?" Heero's eyes flashed bright
in the moonlight. "Well, I'm not you, Duo. I'm me, and if that's
not good enough for you, then -" Duo silenced the rush of words with a forceful kiss. He pulled Heero hard against him with thin, muscular arms. Heero blinked, then brought his arms up, breaking Duo's
hold on him. He pulled away from the kiss but kept his hands on Duo's
chest, leaning back to stare into Duo's eyes. Seconds passed, then
he took Duo's head in his hands and kissed back. As waves splashed against the sand, Duo wrapped his
arms around Heero's torso. He leaned back as Heero kissed him, first
running his hands up and down his lover's strong back, then grabbing
Heero's shoulders. He broke the kiss and then took charge of their
lovemaking his tongue plundering Heero's mouth, finding, then warring
with his tongue. He pulled it into his own mouth, dragging his teeth
roughly against it. Releasing it, Duo took Heero's bottom lip between
his teeth, sucking, nipping. He slid his hands down Heero's neck to
his chest, finding both nipples and tweaking them hard. Heero broke the kiss with a gasp. Duo smiled with eyes
half closed and bent to Heero's shoulder, just below the neck. He
teased and tortured the sensitive skin there, eliciting low moans
from Heero. Duo slid his hands down Heero's back and into his shorts,
grabbing his ass and massaging it. Heero threw his head back to give
Duo better access to his neck. Duo laved his tongue at the spot he
had been sucking, then dragged it across Heero's Adam's apple and
down to the spot below it. Heero's knees gave out, and he slumped to the sand,
Duo catching him under the arms and lowering his lover gently. He
kneeled and took Heero's lips again. He pulled, pushed, teased, sucked,
unable to get enough. Duo pulled away and then brought his hands up
and into Heero's hair, pulling Heero's head back, then dragging his
hands down Heero's heated flesh to his hips. He pulled open the snap
on Heero's shorts and yanked the zipper down. The deep blue bikini
briefs that Heero wore did little to conceal his erection. A darker
spot near the waist marked the wet tip of Heero's cock. Heero's hands went to Duo's. He took hold of his lover's
wrists and pulled them back. He leaned away from Duo, breaking the
kiss. "Please, Duo, not here." Heero's voice was
a hoarse whisper. Duo growled. "What do you mean?" "Not in the sand. Please." Duo shook his hands free and stood. He grabbed Heero
by the wrist and pulled him up, then pulled him through the beach
grass to the cottage. As he was led, Heero clutched at his shorts,
holding them up. He felt his cock pulsing against his hand. * * * * * * * * * * Once inside, Duo took Heero to the couch and pushed
him down. Heero sat roughly, his arms stretched out against the back
of the couch, his knees spread wide. Duo put one foot against the
coffee table and pushed hard, knocking it over and out of his way.
He knelt before Heero and grabbed the legs of his shorts, pulling
at them. Heero raised his hips to make it easier for Duo. The shorts
came down to Heero's knees. Duo hooked the index fingers of both hands
into Heero's blue bikini briefs and tugged them down, leaving them
mid-thigh. He took Heero's balls in one hand and squeezed gently.
Heero gasped. "Like that, do you?" "Pl-please, Duo -" "Shut up, Heero. We'll do this my way." Duo rolled Heero's balls in one hand. With the other
he took Heero's cock at the base and raised it off of Heero's belly.
Heero wasn't large, but Duo didn't care. His lover was talented. Duo
licked at the tip of the cock, cleaning the precum there, teasing.
Heero shuddered as Duo squeezed his balls again. Duo played with the
head of Heero's cock, dipping it into his mouth, then out again in
short, quick strokes. Duo took the hard shaft in his hand and pumped it roughly,
quickly. When he saw Heero's testicles begin to draw up, he spoke.
"Oh, no, you don't. I want you needy for quite
a while longer." He pulled Heero's balls down, stretching the
soft sac with the fingers of one hand. With the other he took the
base of the cock and squeezed gently. Precum beaded at the tip. Duo
pushed up with his thumb on the thick channel leading from Heero's
balls to the cock's head, milking all he could from the shaft. When his hand reached the top, Duo gathered all the
fluid there with his fingers. He left Heero panting and whimpering
on the couch as he stood and forced his red swim trunks down with
his other hand, then smeared Heero's precum on his own hard dick.
"Lay down," he growled. Heero brought his
legs up and his head down, closing his eyes. Duo knelt on the couch
and raised Heero's legs in the air. He smeared the precum still on
his fingers on Heero's anus, then prepared to shove into the man.
"Wait. This isn't gonna work." Heero opened his eyes to see Duo standing. "Get off the couch. Lay on the floor." When Heero didn't move right away, Duo grabbed a foot
and pulled. Heero's ass slid off the couch but didn't hit the floor
because his hand did, supporting him. He awkwardly left the couch
in a controlled tumble, his shorts below his knees, his briefs above
them. Duo bent and pulled both to his feet, then over them. Heero
lay naked before his lover, cock straining at the air, a sheen over
his muscled body. His abs rose and fell with the harsh breaths he
took. Heero closed his eyes, frustration and anticipation mixing on
his face. Duo knelt and took Heero's ankles, one in each hand,
and pulled them over his shoulders. He gathered saliva in the bottom
of his mouth, then licked his hand, wetting it thoroughly. He once
again stroked himself, groaning low in his throat as he did. He smeared
Heero's anus again, then pushed forward, his cock nudging Heero's
asshole. He stopped. Heero opened his eyes halfway. Through a fog of lust
he saw Duo smile slowly. "Beg." "Wha - what?" "I want to hear you beg. Beg me to fuck you."
Duo nudged his lover's asshole with his cock, pressing just a little
against the ring of muscle. "Duo, please..." "You want it?" "Ye-ss..." "Then ask for it." Heero's voice was low, a growl in the back of his throat.
"Please, Duo, please! Fuck me! I need you, I need to be fucked."
His words came louder, until he was yelling. "God, Duo, please!
Fuck me! Fuck me hard! I - I want you. I need you. God! Fuck me!"
"Of course." Duo leaned back and thrust into Heero with one long, hard motion, not stopping until he was fully seated in his lover. Heero cried out in pain. Duo waited but a moment before
he withdrew, causing Heero to whimper. "No, please, Du -" Heero's words were cut off by another long stroke, the
tip of Duo's cock moving from the inside of his asshole through his
hot channel. Duo pulled back, all but the head of his cock outside
Heero, and pushed in again, this time pulling Heero up a bit while
he leaned down and in. He struck Heero's prostrate. The golden-skinned
man cried out in pleasure. "God, Duo! Duo!" Duo began to work, slowly pumping, moving excruciatingly
slowly. He would hit Heero's prostate, then deliberately miss two
or three times in a row, to keep Heero guessing, frustrated, needy.
Finally unable to bear the pleasure he was giving himself,
Duo began to speed up. He hit Heero hard with each stroke now, pushing
his back against the thin throw rug in front of the couch. Heero slid
backwards a bit with each stroke. Heero's breath came ragged, his chest heaving. "Duo, Duo!" "Fuck, oh Fuck!" "God, Duo!" Breath came hot as flesh slapped flesh. Sperm began
to stir in Duo's prostate. His balls tightened. Heero grabbed his cock and began to pump it. "Harder, Duo! Fuck me!" Heero's hand was a blur as it stroked his cock. He was
burning with lust. He had been pushed against the couch, his head
trapped between the fabric and his shoulder. His breath came in short,
quick pants. With one last thrust Duo slammed into Heero and screamed.
"Heero!" He came hard, his semen spurting against Heero's
prostate. Heero clamped down on Duo's cock, and came all over his
stomach. As their breathing slowed, the moonlight shot through
the flimsy Venetian blinds at the window, painting jailer's stripes
across golden thighs and creamy pale ones. The end of Duo's braid
lay in the crook of his elbow, most of it hanging down like rope near
his hip. He collapsed onto Heero. They lay together, sweaty, sticky,
smelling of each other, of sex. * * * * * * * * * * Heero opened his eyes to find Duo staring at the wall.
He had slipped down to rest his head on Heero's belly. Heero drew
a deep breath. Duo turned his neck to look at him. Silence passed
between them. Finally Duo spoke. "You okay?" "Yeah. You?" "Alright." "Are we -" "Yeah." "Get off me, Duo." They both sat up. Duo sat
cross-legged. Heero leaned against the couch and drew his knees up,
his arms coming around them. He put one cheek against his knees and
turned his head away from Duo to look at the overturned coffee table.
The screen door creaked in the night wind. "Heero, I -" "Don't say it." Heero kept his eyes on the
table. "I just -" Heero snapped his head up and glared at Duo. "Damnit,
Duo, don't apologize." Duo's mouth dropped open. His voice was a rough whisper.
"Why?" "Maybe -" Heero lowered his gaze to the floor.
His voice was sad. "Maybe if you don't, we won't repeat this."
Silence lengthened. When he spoke, Duo's voice was barely heard in the tiny
room. "I see." "Do you?" Heero looked up to find Duo's eyes
shining at him. "What do you see, Duo?" Duo took a breath. "I see two bull-headed men who
aren't willing to change. I see both of them wanting to change the
other." He looked away. "And I see one who - who -"
"Who what?" Duo sighed. "I see one who desperately wants this
to work. Needs this to work." He looked at Heero. "I need
this to work." Heero watched Duo as he struggled with his feelings.
"I need you, Heero. As damned stubborn and infuriating as you
are, I need you. I don't want to live without you." Each man looked into the other's eyes for a long time
before Heero spoke. "I - I need you, too, Duo." "So what do we do now? Where do we go from here?"
"I don't know, Duo. I don't expect this to be our
last fight. But as long as we know there's something stronger than
our differences..." "We'll be together." Duo held his hand out
to Heero, who took it. "Yeah. We'll be together." The End |
