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"Clutterbug"Written By: t-shirt Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are
copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties.
I make no money with this fic. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Post War Cannon, Fluff, sap, slight
angst, eventual lemon Pairings: 1x2, Background 3x4 Summary: An unexpected love confession rocks Duo’s
world. "Clutterbug "
Ch 6 “Mm, why’re we here?” I questioned once I regained the use of my mouth again. I wanted to be home with him not sitting in the parking lot of an ABC liquor store. “You’re tense,” he smiled then he was gone and I was left simmering in my own juice. I couldn’t believe the things that were running through my mind. Things I had never even considered as a remote possibility. Things I wanted to do with Hiiro; to Hiiro, things that made my groin pulse excitedly and my heart thump fearfully. It seemed like less than a heartbeat and suddenly he was back and I was all over him right there in the parking lot. I didn’t care that there was some guy staring disgustedly in the window as he got out of his truck beside us. It didn’t matter that there were people glancing warily as they walked on by. All that mattered was quenching that burning need inside me to taste him and feel him against my skin. “Damn,” he gasped forcing himself to finally push me away but it wasn’t an easy task I’m afraid. “Let’s go home,” he gently urged reminding me that patience would mean one hell of a payoff and I reluctantly retreated to my own seat. “You ok?” he grinned giving my thigh a squeeze once we were back on the road. The stupid grin on his face belied the fever that burned bright in his eyes. One day that iron control of his is going to be the death of me. It just gives me this insane desire to find a way to break it. “What’s this?” I asked avoiding the question since I was decidedly not ok but I wasn’t about to say it out loud. “Something to calm your nerves,” he smiled while I peeked into the brown paper bag. “Wine?” I cocked a brow at him and grinned, “You trying to get me drunk, Yui?” “I hardly think that’s necessary,” he chuckled squeezing my thigh a little higher up and I’m afraid I gasped softly and dropped the wine. If that hadn’t put a cocky grin on his face my soft plea that he hurry us home sure as hell did. He was out of the car and at my door before I could hardly open it once we arrived and I found myself being drawn forcibly to his chest. For the first time since we had left that coat closet a lifetime ago I felt the strength of his arms enfold me and every bone in my body shivered with delight. “Hiiro?” I have no clue what I expected. Him to take me upstairs and douse the raging inferno that had taken up residence inside me I suppose, but that seemed so damn far away then suddenly he was kissing me and the hood of the car was looking pretty damn good. I felt his will crack as I drew him in and the thrill of knowing it had been his desire for me that had forced the fissure when his hands rounded my ass. I wanted him to lay me down. I wanted him to make me entirely his. I wanted him to crawl inside me and...but then all thought of what I wanted was drowned out by the strobe lights swimming in my vision as he crushed his hips into mine. He called my name when I started unfastening his pants, his hand coming to stay my efforts for some god unknown reason. “Wait,” he breathed but I had had enough. I wanted him. To hell with that! I needed him so why was he denying me?! “Ah... Gods... Duo. Not here,” he rasped in his halfhearted resistance. “What?” I hissed not entirely comprehending then it all started to come back to me. We were still in the parking lot. “Inside,” was all he could articulate. I couldn’t believe the glitter in his eyes when he looked at me. It was like his soul was on fire. I nodded and he grabbed at the forgotten bottle of wine on the hood behind me before half dragging me to our apartment. I was winded and giggling like a loon by the time we got there and let me tell you, it was a very strange thing to see Hiiro Yui as giddy as a schoolgirl and laughing right along with me. I cannot recall ever being as high as I was that night nor can I remember a time when I have been as sober as I was the day before. I was in his arms before the door closed. I was in his pants before the first kiss had ended. “Duo” he gasped once again resisting my advance and it was starting to irritate me. “What?” I snipped a little harsher than I’d intended. “Slow down,” he insisted gently pulling away I couldn’t believe the desperation in my tone when I pleaded , “Hiiro, please.” “What’re you doing?” he asked. What in the hell did he fucking think I was doing!?! “I dunno,” was what fell out of my mouth. “That’s a good enough reason to slow down,” he reasoned. Why in the hell he had to go making sense now was beyond me but it was obvious if we ended up fighting it would ruin everything so I tucked my frustration under my hat and relented. “Don’t pout,” he chuckled compensating me with a small kiss but I was much more aware of how he was pressing his body softly against mine. It prompted me to tempt him teasingly with my lips, my hands; anything that would gain me what I needed from him but he is as resilient as he is beautiful. “I’ve been waiting for this for a very long time,” he told me looking me straight in the eye. I felt my blood tingle as his gaze intensified and he leaned close to whisper, “I plan on savoring it for the rest of our lives,” then he kissed me again and I understood his desire to slow things down. It was a languid thing filled with promises for the future. I felt his vow of forever seeping into my body, filling me up to overflowing; the thick reality of it all tempered in the flames of our desire until it became something solidly tangible between us. “Jesus,” I whimpered as he pulled away and the bastard had the nerve to chuckle at me. “Go change,” he instructed and I didn’t have the mind to question it so I wobbled off in search of something less constrictive than the jeans I was wearing now that they felt about three sizes to small. Hiiro disappeared into the kitchen leaving me feeling very anxious to get back to him so I didn’t waist any time. My favorite PJ’s were still lying on the end of my bed where I had dropped them that morning but I couldn’t find a decent shirt anywhere in the pile at the end of the dresser. Damn it! Why hadn’t I done laundry!?! I couldn’t go out there without a shirt; it would’ve seemed tawdry somehow. I was just about to go digging in the duffel I keep packed in the closet for a work shirt when Hiiro appeared in my doorway. “Why don’t you just borrow mine?” he asked shedding the dark green polo shirt he had been wearing since I first saw him back in the mansion as he stepped closer to me. I really couldn’t say if he was doing it on purpose or if the world just slowed down for a few moments while he pulled the thing over his head but I got to see every single, rippling muscle in that rock solid abdomen of his flex and contract as he lifted the material up. My eyes were fixed on the steadily revealed skin of his chest then his strong neck was exposed and finally I got a glimpse of the smug ass grin on his face and turned away blushing clear to the tips of my toes. I knew he was looking at me with the same wanton desire in his eyes and I have never been so vividly aware of my own nakedness in all my life. The PJ bottoms felt horribly inadequate under the intensity of his gaze but he quickly took pity on me and came to slip his shirt over my head. “Why bother?” I chuckled even though I was grateful for the cover. I was more than aware of the fact that he was now the one standing there with a bare chest but unlike me he seemed perfectly comfortable with it. “I prefer to unwrap the gift myself,” he grinned then kissed me slowly while he pulled his shirt over my chest and helped me on with the sleeves. I was fervently wishing he’d just pull it back off before he stepped away and led me back into our living room. I smiled when I got a look at what he’d pulled together in the five minutes I had been digging through the junk on my floor looking for a shirt. There were two glasses of wine sitting on the coffee table next to a brick of sharp cheddar cheese I had planed to make sandwiches out of. Hiiro had cut it into small, perfectly symmetrical squares and added a bowl of grapes to the mix. The couch he had piled up with pillows from his bed and my stereo, the one he never touched, was playing one of my favorite easy listening disks. The lights were off leaving only the dim rays from the kitchen to illuminate the scene and I got the definite feeling we weren’t going to be leaving this room for a while. Briefly, it crossed my mind that he had chosen the living room to provide some neutral ground but I was suddenly too busy being kissed and lowered into the couch to think much about it. It was like Armageddon had descended on my loins. Just that quick, from kiss to couch, I found myself unable to relinquish him. He tried, several times, to disentangle himself from me before things went too far but I couldn’t release him. My need for him was to determined, the fever so hot I pulled and begged and demanded some form of relief until he finally gave in and I gasped as his hand slipped under the waist band of my pants. I was done before he’d half gotten started and mortified by my premature release less than a second later. It was only his wondrous exclamation as he drew from me every slight tremor he could glean that I managed to maintain my place in this strangely erotic existence he had created. “Sorry,” I panted still embarrassed that I had lost control but he silenced me with a kiss, followed it up with a heartfelt ‘I love you’ then offered me my glass of wine. The glass was mostly empty before I spoke again. I knew he had to be ready to go much as I had been before he had taken the edge off of it yet he made no move to ease his frustration. He just lay there on my chest holding me contentedly until I felt the embers inside me begin to feed on the heat of his skin. “Don’t you want some?” I asked and he raised his head to look at me with this coy gleam in his eyes. “You haven’t touched your wine,” I grinned. “Give me some of yours,” he replied. “I…” I began but before I could offer him the glass he was kissing me again and I understood he meant to take it from between my teeth. I would have stayed right there sinking deeper into the cushions and pillows forever if that’s what he wanted but much too soon he was moving away. He sat up, one knee on the couch beside me with his opposite foot on the floor and downed his entire glass of wine in one gulp. I marveled recalling his more than ample oral talents while he refilled both our glasses then he sprawled out on top of me and began to feed me pieces of cheese and grapes. That’s when I noticed just how very tired he looked. “When was the last time you slept?” I asked suddenly feeling guilty. He had just come off a mission and I was left kicking myself mentally for letting my desires block out that fact. “I’m fine,” he smiled slipping another bit of cheese into my mouth. “That doesn’t answer the question,” I smiled. “I’m not tired,” he insisted and for a moment I was lost in the warm affection in his eyes. “You look exhausted,” I told him but my eyes were playing along the curvature of his bottom lip. “Maybe I’m drunk,” he grinned using that lip to kiss my stomach where he’d pulled my shirt up. “On one glass of wine?” I snickered because it tickled. “On you,” he countered moving down to lap at my navel and suddenly it wasn’t funny anymore. “Your quiet the poet tonight,” I breathed looking for somewhere to set my glass before we ended up with a wine stain on the carpet. He wasn’t really interested in the conversation anymore however, and chose to demonstrate this by nibbling on my extreme, lower stomach. “Hiiro?” I groaned knowing, hoping, pleading with everything I owned for him to keep doing what he was doing as his touch ignited my blood and sent wave after wave of pure pleasure racing through my veins. There is nothing quiet like being worshiped in that way by the most beautiful creature that has ever lived to give a person a seriously arrogant buzz. I called his name once more before he wiped my mind clean of anything but the euphoric sensations he was lavishing on my body and I felt the rising tide of the inevitable swell within. So engrossed in this rhapsodic feeling was I that I did not notice the new sensation of his fingers sliding along the crack of my ass until they brushed against the super sensitive skin of the one place I had never thought any other living being would touch. I gasped and it took me a moment to register that everything had suddenly stilled. “No,” I groaned and for a moment I was confused by his slow retreat. “No,” I all but gasped clutching at him, “Don’t stop,” I pleaded urging him onward towards something I couldn’t possibly have understood but I knew I wanted it. More than anything I had ever wanted before, I wanted to be one with him. “Duo?” he questioned breathily. I could hear the restrained tremor in his tone and felt his determination double with my shakily mumbled, “Please,” then he suddenly swallowed me and I was completely unaware of the intrusion until well past the point of entry. It was the oddest feeling I have ever experienced but it wasn’t painful as I had feared. Uncomfortable perhaps, but that was easily overshadowed by the pleasures he was drowning the rest of me in. After a time I hardly noticed anymore then slowly became aware again as he pressed the issue. I was aware of the second addition and felt as it entered my body, a heady, utterly sexual feeling if I was any judge at all. It made me wonder what women feel during sex and glad that I had a lover that was willing to explore this strange new aspect of my desires. There was pain with the third intrusion, which brought with it the rekindled fear of what was yet to come. I had held him in my hand, tasted him with my mouth and knew him to be as well formed beneath the belt as he was above. There was no way this wasn’t going to hurt but I not only trusted him I needed him. No matter the cost The pain made me anxious to complete the journey, which confused me because I had expected to be reluctant but I couldn’t get enough of him. His mouth was so skillfully attentive while his hands prepared my body I could hardly wait to feel him moving within me. We were so close, just an angel’s breath away from becoming a single entity and he fairly vibrated with anticipation as I began to beg him for more. His arms shook when he moved to rise above me giving testament to his heightened state of arousal. I couldn’t wrench my gaze from his passion bright eyes as I slide completely out of my bottoms while he shed his own attire then he was kissing me again. I had to burry my fingers in the couch to keep from loosing it when he crushed his hips into mine. I mean holy crap! I had known him to be aroused before but he felt as if he were made of solid rock and my head spun at the very idea of what he was going to do to me. “Duo,” he rasped suddenly, “Are you sure?” I could hardly believe he had found the strength to even wonder more or less actually ask. I knew in that moment if I would have said stop he would have. There was only one response that came to mind and I looked comfortably and confidently into those deep blue eyes when I told him I loved him so I got to see the fireworks the words set off within him. Then he kissed me deeply and thoroughly and I felt the pressure of his invasion. I tried to pull back and hide my pain away but he refused to allow it holding me there, loving me with all of his body and soul until there was nothing but us and I found myself intrinsically complete. The pain just didn’t matter; the pleasure was as inconsequential as it was overwhelming. All that mattered was that he was a part of me and that was as it should be. As it would be and I heard my declaration fall unfettered from my lips once again as I begged him to continue the absolution. He returned the sentiment unnecessarily a hundred times over as he rocked us into nirvana. The pain was soon a distant memory and in its place came a different kind of pleasure I could never have imagined in a million years. It was Hiiro. He was with me, he was part of me, he was deep inside me body and soul and I never, ever wanted him to leave. However, as with all things good or bad, an end must inevitably come. For us it eased in slowly building on a foundation of solid honesty and feelings so deep I truly felt they were beyond measure. I was shocked and amazed when he shifted near the end and my whole world lit up in a blinding flash of pure pleasure. Whatever he did I knew I wouldn’t be able to maintain if he did it again proving the fact when I completely lost it the second time. He did not relent however, and I found myself racked with the almost painful culmination, my body heaving and refusing to still when Hiiro shook and clung to me so tight I felt my bones bend under the siege. The rest was a cacophony of harshly rasped words that meant little in their confusion as we fought for enough air to sustain our bodies while our minds returned. My first clear memory of that time was of Hiiro gently kissing me all over my face. He was moving softly, almost imperceptivity atop me and I became aware of the gentle rocking motion I greeted him with. I knew this was to be one of thousands of such couplings throughout our lives, I knew it as certainly as I felt him shifting inside me, but there was no doubt in my mind this night would be something we would strive to maintain. “What’re you thinking?” he asked curiously. I wasn’t sure if I had prompted the question or if he just needed to reassure himself that things were ok between us. “We’re gonna have to try pretty damn hard to top this,” I chuckled. It was fun watching him grimace when I laughed and suddenly I was wondering what other faces I could cause him to make. “We’re young,” he grinned. “We’ve got plenty of time to perfect it.” Then he was kissing me again and I understood the night was far from over. That was the first time in my life I was really thankful for having survived it all and the first time in a very long time I looked forward to the future. owari :)
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