Heero opened the door of room 6, and
Duo Maxwell was there.
Heero stood for a second, absorbing the
man's being, and the way he looked. The way he smelt.
The way he smiled. As if he'd been there all morning, just waiting
for Heero to get up off his lazy ass, and come outside.
Heero felt giddy. The air suddenly
seemed electric; the sun brighter than before. The aroma of citrus
teased at him, as ever. Though, perhaps, not as poignantly.
Duo looked fantastic! His eyes were
bright, and alert. There was no sign of any mistiness -- any
mysterious ghostliness. Duo Maxwell was a tall, well-built young
man, who held himself with confidence, and who bent his muscled body
forward to lean on the doorframe, supported by his braced arm.
The inside of his wrist was inches from Heero's face; Heero thought
that he could feel his pulse from there.
Oh -- and had Heero registered how damned
attractive he was?
Duo wore pants today, in a thin, silk
fabric. An equally fragile, white cotton shirt, which was buttoned
down only from the middle of his chest. Long sleeves, which had
been rolled casually up to his elbows. His skin was smooth, and
slightly tanned. The sun was as hot as ever above them, and Heero
stared at the thin film of sweat in the hollows of that slender throat.
He realised he'd never seen Duo in daylight before. Christ,
he'd only met him in reality the night before! And look how
that had ended...
Heero felt ridiculously shy. He
looked quickly down at his crumpled shorts and the last clean tee shirt
he'd had left in his bag. He hadn't bothered to comb his hair
-- just ran his fingers through it, on his way out to find some food.
Guess Duo would think he looked a complete mess!
"Tell me you don't!" he smiled,
flushing a little coyly.
"Don't what, Heero?" asked Duo.
His eyes were ranging up and down his body. Heero felt goose pimples
follow in their tracks.
"I -- didn't you hear -- think
my thoughts - ?" Heero's voice trailed off -- he felt a fool.
Duo's eyes flashed slightly -- Heero
thought he may have mistaken the shiver of his eyelids. When he
raised his face back to Heero's, his gaze was as assertive as ever.
"Walk with me, Heero. I want
to be with you. I want you with me."
"Walk -? Yeah, sure."
He shook himself out of his dreamlike state. He needed to get
going, or the whole day would be wasted -- he needed to eat, and he
needed to bring some normal functions back into his life. Besides,
had he thought Duo would want to push him straight back into the room,
and fuck him where he stood? Had he wanted that himself?
Duo stood to one side, levering himself
back off the wall, and fell into step beside him. Heero started
to amble up the walkway, waiting for Duo to suggest direction -- but
he knew where they would go; the courtyard. The only place to
sit and be peaceful. The place that he'd always felt the strongest
connection to. He thought now that it had been Duo Maxwell he'd
always felt there -- his presence; his influence.
He snatched a look up at the man beside
him. Duo was looking ahead, but there was a slight smile on his
face. His lips were moist, like he'd licked them a couple of
times. His fingers brushed occasionally against Heero's.
Heero felt ludicrously excited.
His skin tingled like he was being stroked. He felt breathless.
He didn't believe he'd ever felt this way about anyone before. And he knew he'd never felt like this about Trowa.
They sat on one of the benches, together.
Heero had pulled on his sneakers without socks, when he got up -- he
toed them off now, and ran his bare feet across the bright, pale stones.
Shadows from the palm trees dappled his calves and knees. Duo
had stretched his own legs out in front of him, and his feet were also
bare. Heero couldn't remember noticing if he'd had boots or
shoes on when he came to call. His foot reached, almost playfully,
for Duo's. He wanted to press his toes on the other's long,
slim foot; he wanted to run his foot gently up under the loose hem of
Duo's pants, and touch at his nakedness again. It felt so close
as to be tangible; and yet was so modestly hidden from him. Duo
allowed the pressure of their feet together; he sighed, then leant back
against the wall, and stretched his arms above his head.
Then he turned lazily, and caught Heero's
eyes on him. His smile was wide and joyful.
"You were fantastic last night, Heero.
I wanted you to stay with me -- to sleep with me, all night.
Heero jerked his foot away, and his brow
furrowed. "But I didn't -?"
Duo laughed, softly. "You wanted
to go back with Trowa. To discuss things. Though I think
that neither of you were in a mood to discuss anything!"
Heero frowned. "Sorry -?"
"No," said Duo. He put his
warm hand on Heero's arm. "Whatever you want, you can have.
It was acceptable to me. I will have plenty of time with you,
myself. And now Trowa is with the others, yes? So -- you
can join me, properly."
Heero felt a strange tug at his emotions.
There was a frisson of delight, at Duo's touch. But there was
also the slightest stab of fear -- at something he didn't fully understand.
"I -- we've only just met, Duo.
You hardly know me --"
The hand was tight on his chin, though
he had no intention of resisting it. Duo turned his face around,
and firm lips came down fiercely on his half-open mouth. Heero
moaned, and his tongue forced eagerly against Duo's. He'd
dreamed of this kiss -- this taste! He'd been hours
away from it, surely -? How did he bear with life, without it?
His tee shirt was wet with sweat almost immediately -- his cock pressed
impatiently at the lap of his shorts. He put willing arms around
Duo's torso, and he deepened into the kiss.
"Hush, hush," whispered the voice
that spoke and probed into his mouth. Duo's hands were up under
his tee shirt, and he felt himself pressed back on to the bench --
his feet lifting up off the ground. "Of course I know you! I've
been in your head. I know how you felt when you arrived -- why
you wanted to escape. What you thought of your lover -- and of
Quatre and Wufei. I know what you dream of, Heero. What
you lust for."
"Not sure --" Heero was gasping
around the furious kisses, arching ecstatically against the pinching
of his nipples. He tried to turn his head to clear his mouth,
but the angle of the sun shone into his eyes, and he had to twist back.
Duo's mouth claimed him, again.
"Not -- sure I want you to know all
about me --" he half-joked. He felt a ripple of tension in
Duo's body. "How can you see all that, about me? Are
you some kind of medium?"
Duo laughed, and he didn't answer directly.
"I saw you through their eyes, Heero. Through their hands --
through their bodies. You and Trowa - you were both ready for
this place, you see. Ready for us. But you
-- you are much more than just a refugee. You carry strength
within you that alerted me to you. It's a strength that I admire.
Sometimes - well, sometimes I can't even see it all..."
"This is a trick --"
And now Duo was angry -- Heero felt
the sudden tightening of his body -- the impatient breath from his
mouth. "No, no trick, and you know that, don't you?
Because you have the same feelings that I do. Because you've
felt it too! Don't be a fool, now, Heero!
It's just something about this place that develops in us -- that
gives us a heightened awareness of our guests..."
"You have no other guests!" Heero
"There have been many, Heero!" snapped
Duo. "Do you think the three of us arrived together, one dusty
day? No -- we arrived separately. As others have.
We are able to guide people here, who will benefit from our attentions.
Who are looking for someone -- as we ourselves are."
He had ceased his fondling of Heero's
body. Heero still lay flat on his back, on the bench, with Duo's
hand up under his shirt. But Duo's upper body had pulled away
from him. The dark blue eyes fired distress and anger at him.
The pupils were beyond depth -- the irises were a well of sapphire.
"Looking for someone -?" muttered
Heero. He could feel his skin cooling a little, where Duo's
body had been lying over him. "I'm not --"
"Of course you are! You've
been looking for someone for many years! Your passion -- you
need someone to share it with you --"
Heero was aware just how impassioned
Duo was becoming. His hand shook slightly, where it lay on Heero's
chest. Heero felt that he was being cruel, at pressing Duo further.
But there were still so many unexplained things...
He pulled himself upright, with a sigh.
"I had Trowa --" He could hear his voice, and he didn't
sound as bereft as he thought he probably should. He found it
difficult, when he felt the thrill of Duo Maxwell's palm against his
"You did. But he was never going
to be enough, was he? Not when you found your need growing.
And it has been, hasn't it, Heero Yuy? You can feel it inside
you -- the restlessness. The desire. The agony of not being
able to be yourself!"
Heero stared at him. He didn't
know whether to be angry at his arrogance, or admire the truth of everything
he spoke. "Trowa was my escape, Duo. I made that choice;
to leave with him. To leave it all."
Duo flinched, as if he were disturbed
by the words. "But that's not how he is now, Heero.
He has decided that he belongs here. That he wants to stay
Damn you! thought Heero. "You
could let him leave -!"
Duo looked puzzled; a little wary.
"It's not a question of letting him leave, Heero. It's his
own decision. It has to be that way -- no-one can force anyone
else here. But if we can offer what he wants..."
"And that's his true one?"
sneered Heero. "Wufei? Or all of you? Looks like
he's spoiled for choice, eh? Guess you all get to stick your
cocks up his ass -"
"Maybe," said Duo calmly. He
was unfazed by Heero's crudeness -- his sudden aggression. "It
may be just one that he wants. Or more than one -- a group, to
belong to. Whatever he wants, it's his choice -- his interpretation
of the thing we all seek for. The thing that will release us from
whatever burdens we have."
He reached again for Heero's face,
but Heero wrenched his head away. The damn sun poked its angry
fingers into his eyes, and they watered suddenly.
"Release... burdens...you talk like
you're a prisoner here, Duo."
Duo was stroking him again -- his palm
was wet with sweat, and his fingertips brushed against Heero's nipple.
The tip was painfully erect -- the touch was agony, at the same time
as joy. Heero felt his whole body melting in the sun -- melting
under Duo, so that they would become a single body. It was like
a Dali picture that he once saw on a discarded magazine cover.
It reminded him that he'd wanted to visit an art gallery, one day
-- he'd also wanted to spend time in a library. He'd wanted
some money of his own, and a room where he could leave his stuff without
it being broken up or hocked for booze. He'd wanted his own
company, and friends of his choosing, and to wake up of a morning without
the sick feeling of depression, and the wince of a bruise...
"Heero -- stay with me," moaned
Duo. He was licking at his neck; his hands slid inside Heero's
shorts and caressed at the swelling flesh there. "A prisoner...
I can see you might see it that way. But it's by my own device,
Heero. My own choice. It's a place of sanctuary, here..."
This time, when he reached for Heero's
face, Heero let himself be touched. He opened his mouth for Duo's
tongue; his arms leant up and grasped Duo's shoulders. He pulled
him down, almost harshly. Duo gasped into his mouth; his teeth
grazed Heero's lip, drawing the smallest drop of blood.
Yeah, Heero thought wildly -- it had
been just days -- it had been just hours since he'd been with
Duo! And maybe he believed this stuff about Duo knowing him from
the inside of his mind, and maybe he didn't -- but that was all academic,
when he was with the guy, and his heart raced, and his mouth went dry,
and he wanted to be every minute with him -!
"Kiss me, Duo!" groaned Heero.
"Kiss me -- fuck me!"
Their tongues warred for minutes more
-- Heero's hands were gripped tight on Duo's arms, and he arched
under him in frustration. He wanted the man -- now! Here,
on the hard, stone bench -- now, on the dust-red ground -- he didn't
care where! He wanted to spread his legs, and open his arms, and
let Duo have whatever he wanted. Because it would be what he wanted,
"Not -- now," smiled Duo, though
Heero could hear his heart racing in his chest. "You need food
-- we'll fetch some, and you can come back to my room. I want
you there. You can be with me there."
"Room?" stuttered Heero, his body
so painfully aroused that he thought he might combust with the slightest
spark of sunlight on the appropriate trigger. "What room?
Where do you sleep, Duo?" God, he thought -- but he'd
never considered it! Did he think the man slept in the kitchen?
In some cloud, like a celestial being, somewhere -?
Duo was laughing. His eyes were bright with fever, but he was in control of himself now. "You know that's ridiculous, Heero! I don't sleep much, but I have my own place that I return to when I wish. I have room number 4..."
There were empty, crumbed plates on the
floor -- a knob of butter smeared on a discarded towel. An apple
core lay, browning, on one of the plates. A jug of water was on
the dresser, half-empty, with two glasses beside it, their edges smeared
with lip-prints and the lap of laughing tongues.
Heero knew that he had never felt better
than he did now. Too much sex...
he grinned to himself. Wasn't that what he'd said before?
But it was more than that. There was something that had been brought
out in him -- something that warmed and thrilled him, every waking
moment. His life was awakening, somehow...
He lay, naked, on Duo's bed.
The same bed he'd slept in before, when he was hiding from Trowa.
Yes -- that's what he'd been doing -- hiding. But
not any more!
They'd half-run, half-staggered away
from the courtyard and back to Room 4 - Duo had pulled him playfully
inside, pressing the door closed with his bare foot, even as he slipped
the buttons of his shirt; even as he advanced on Heero, his tongue seeking
enthusiastic response. Duo had peeled the clothes off both of
them; surely, slowly, and very greedily. Heero's sleepy sight
saw that they lay scattered around the room -- there was a shirt hanging
half off the dresser. His shorts lay in a heap, left just the
way they'd slipped down his legs. Just before Duo had grasped
his waist, laughing, and spun him out of the cloth that clung to his
ankles, and down on to the bed. Underneath him.
Yes, he sighed to himself. Duo
had stripped him, and caressed him, and licked his way all over his
body, until he'd almost wept for him. Begged him for more; begged
to be able to touch him in the same way!
Duo had then pushed Heero off the bed,
and on to his knees; he'd clasped his head to his naked groin, and
Heero had gone down on him with a hunger that he never knew he possessed.
He'd heard Duo's yelps of pleasure -- his groan of anguish, as
his cock swelled in Heero's mouth, and his thighs strained with the
anticipation of climax under Heero's firm hands. He'd felt
the throb of delight throughout Duo's limbs; felt the veins of Duo's
cock leap and explode in his mouth, and the river of coming flood across
his tongue. It had been sweet, and sour, and more tasty than any
food he could think of.
He had swallowed every glorious, sticky
globule, until Duo's cock was dry of it again, and he could feel him
wince with the sensitivity of Heero's harsh tongue on his sore flesh.
And still Heero ached for more.
"Heero..." Duo had moaned.
"You are magnificent! Show me what else you can do. What
else you want to do to me! You cannot disappoint me -- you cannot
shock me -!"
So Heero had licked the smooth patches
of Duo's balls, trailing warm saliva and explicit, sexy words across
the thin, sensitive skin between them and his ass. He had sucked
at the sweat, and pressed his mark to Duo's inner thighs. He'd
been impatient, but also soothing and seductive, until Duo's body
had relaxed, and some life had returned to his cock -- some arousal,
that could be tempted to more, by Heero's teasing, wet mouth.
Then he'd allowed Duo to roll him over on to his back, spread his
legs, and enter him.
It had been as amazing as the first time.
And the second -- and the others. He could still feel the memory
of every thumb print on his flesh; the warm slap of Duo's balls against
his ass. The trickles of sweat down his heaving chest -- the
slick, crusty remnants of Duo's cum on his legs.
He lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling.
The mirror tiles were in better condition in Room 4, than they had been
in 6. His own, bright blue eyes stared back at him through the
blades of the fan. He saw his arms slung carelessly behind his
head; his legs fallen wide apart as he lay there. The dark bush
at his groin -- the crease of the sheet beside him, where Duo had fallen
off his body after climaxing, and lain curled up, still panting.
Heero wondered what time it was.
Damn motel -- he had little idea of time or place here! He realised
that was because it was of so little importance. Why should it
be, when he could lie and touch Duo Maxwell? When he could kiss,
and suck, and fuck without restraint -?
The door of the bathroom creaked open,
and Duo entered with hands full. Heero saw he'd not bothered
to put on any clothes. He also recognised how that seemed to be
Duo's natural state -- it was when he was clothed that he produced
surprise, and interest. In one hand, he held a bottle of
sparkling wine, or perhaps champagne, though Heero had never seen any
supplies in the motel kitchen or dining room. It was pale through
the green glass of the bottle, and already open -- it's bubbles were
softly hissing. Heero had never had champagne before. Perhaps
that was another experience that he'd always wanted to have.
In his other hand, Duo held clean glasses, and a box of something that
looked like soft fruit. Raspberries
...the recognition glimmered in Heero's mind. Soft, plump seeds
-- bursting taste. His taste buds watered; his cock stirred,
ready for more play.
"Hey --" called Heero, softly.
"Is that where you keep your wine cellar?"
Duo smiled. "There's ice in
the basin -- it kept it cold. But we must drink quickly, before
it warms up."
Heero watched him pour out two glassfuls.
He wondered what decadence this was, drinking champagne in the middle
of the afternoon! For surely it must still be day? There
was the sun, slicing through the room, even though he had drawn the
thin curtains. And the afternoon heat, pounding through the walls,
making the sheets and their bodies slide against each other.
He heard the soft plop, as Duo dropped
a handful of raspberries into their glasses. The liquid turned
a soft, blush-pink. A sweetness, added to the sharp dryness of
Duo didn't clink the glasses together.
But he raised his, as if in a toast. "To us, Heero! To
what we all want... to our true selves -- to each of us, our true one!"
"Yeah," sighed Heero, a little unused
to such sentiment. But he imagined that Duo was never embarrassed;
Duo would speak his mind, and others would -- of course -- listen.
Heero sipped the drink -- it was gorgeous. It was rich, and rare
to him. He rather thought he could cultivate a taste for it!
He laughed at himself, privately. It would be some years, perhaps,
before he'd be earning enough to be treating himself to that!
"Duo --" he asked. "Were
you the first, here? How did you come here? Why? I --
" he saw Duo shifting, a little uncomfortably, on the bed beside him.
"Please tell me about yourself."
Duo was silent. He sipped; he looked
down at his glass. Thoughtfully, he dipped in a hand, and rolled
one of the fruits out between his fingers. It was dripping with
the liquid; the reddened drops looked like blood on his skin.
His voice was very soft. "You don't need to know that, Heero."
His other hand reached out, and pushed
Heero gently back, up against a pile of pillows that they'd been using.
Heero was half upright -- his hand still grasped his own glass.
He opened his mouth to speak again, and then Duo was pressing the fruit
against his stomach -- low down, catching against his navel.
Heero sucked in his breath at the sensation - the raspberry was damp,
and left soft, wet, dark red stains on the thin trail of dark hairs
that snaked its way down to his groin.
"But I want to know. You
know about me -- I don't know enough about you."
Duo's hand didn't press any further.
The raspberry stuck to Heero's skin, and started to feel a little
"I can't remember, Heero."
There was a strange, almost stricken
look on Duo's face, though he hid it quickly and well. Perhaps
he'd grown used to that manoeuvre in his past. He was obviously
drawn to look at Heero -- his eyes were hungry for his face; for his
body. But he kept twisting his head away, as if in pain.
As if there were something in Heero's returning expression that disturbed
"I don't remember my past.
I don't remember myself."
"Your family --"
"I have no-one. Yes, I know
that -- I was running from that. There was pain, and a terrible
loneliness, and I knew there was no-one left..."
"A - an accident?" murmured Heero.
Had Duo been in an accident? Lost his family, or something -?
And, perhaps, his memory. "Wasn't there someone to ask -?"
"There's no-one!" Duo's
sharp tone brooked no argument. He had accepted his loss, somehow,
and wasn't prepared to search any further. "There's no-one
out there that knows me -- even my name was my own creation.
This motel was abandoned -- it had been called Maxwell's, so I took
the name, for a joke. Then I stayed. I was the only one
here at that time, so in that way, I was the first. I got some
supplies in -- I survived on little enough. Then the others arrived,
one by one. We made our own lives here. Our own arrangements..."
"And -- is that it?" marvelled Heero.
He felt pain from Duo, now -- an astonishing thing. He wondered
what it would be like to have no memories -- no history. No anchor
in life -- even if, like his, it'd been an anchor that was dragging
him down under the water.
"Yes," replied Duo. His voice
was calm enough. But Heero felt the words as if he'd spoken
aloud. The words of pleading -- of warning...
Don't ask me more. I have
no more to offer you there. No-one has asked me for that before...
"And in the future?" asked Heero.
Duo turned fully to him now. His
eyes ran from Heero's moving lips, still a little wet from the champagne,
and down to the small puddle of sweet, soft fruit above his twitching
cock. The feelings from him now were talking 'desire' --
were talking 'demands'. Were talking 'delicious'...
"What do you mean?"
Heero lay back a little on the pillows
-- reached out and put his glass on the chair beside the bed.
"You won't stay here forever, surely -- you're young -- smart
"I'm horny..." grinned Duo,
bending his head to Heero's stomach. His tongue ghosted over
the damp skin, seeking to distract Heero. But Heero drew so much
more from him now than mere words -- under Duo's lust, he felt a
shiver of fright; he felt the growl of wariness.
"Yeah, sure, but -- you'll want
to do something else with your life, won't you? Besides run
this place, and fuck passing runaways --"
Too late, he knew his flippancy had either
hurt or angered Duo. There was a sharp stabbing in his head, almost
like a slap to his face. "Don't -!" he cried out, but more
in anger than pain. His hand darted out and grabbed at Duo.
"You won't do that, Duo! You won't treat me like
that! Things have been tough on you, OK? But no more 'n
the rest of us! Don't fuck with my head anymore, or I'm outta
here, faster than you can pick your fucking raspberries!"
Duo jerked upright, and stared at his
wrist -- at Heero's hand, so tight around it that the knuckles were
whitening. He opened his thick, lush lips, and nothing came out.
Heero felt the pressure in his temples ease... he felt the invasion
relax and melt away.
"Heero -- I'm sorry. I --"
"'S OK," said Heero, gruffly.
"Shit, I'd rather have that attention a little lower, y'know?
I didn't mean that about -- about runaways...but if you wanna go
back to the fucking part, I could definitely show some interest again..."
It was a feeble joke, he knew.
And Duo's sense of humour seemed different from his, in many ways.
He released his grip on Duo's wrist, but the braided man still sat
beside him, as if stunned.
"I must stay here, Heero," he said.
His voice sounded some way away. "I can't leave. I can
never leave. The others need me - I need them. You're
the first that has affected me like this..."
"But that's what I mean, y'know?"
protested Heero. "What about you ? Don't you
need things as well? Things in your life -- something more than
you get here?"
Duo was shaking his head, slowly.
He looked back down at Heero. "When I said I don't remember
my past -- I feel like I'm between places, Heero. There's
confusion, sometimes. But this is the place that gives me peace.
This is where I've belonged for a long time. I've always felt
that there's some kind of delay, you see...a decision to be made.
And I've always assumed I was waiting for the true one to help me
Heero didn't really understand much,
except for the nagging ache in his body, and the desire to bring the
other man's confident, possessive hands back down on to him.
He tugged at Duo, tentatively, and was more than pleased when the lithe
body bent back down to his whim. He kissed him, and pressed him
gently towards his chest; towards the small trails of fruit juice, now
spotting out along his sides. Duo's tongue was warm and familiar,
as he began to lap at the raspberry-flavoured skin.
Heero sighed with pleasure. "Trowa
and I were on our way to the city, y'know? There's lotsa opportunities
there. Plenty of other things to see -- to do." What
was he trying to say? He wasn't sure. But he suspected
-- feared? - that his conversation with Duo was far from finished.
Duo's reply was muffled, as he sucked
his mark on to Heero's naked hip. "Trowa knows where he wants
to be now."
Heero didn't know what made him persist
in talking. Duo's lips were already licking at the sodden raspberry,
and swirling around the curling hairs of his groin. His chin caught
at Heero's rearing cock, and the dark-haired man gasped with the tantalising
sensation. His head was swimming. "Duo -- Christ
-- that's good... but -- listen - this true one
business -- ohhh..." Duo's lips were rounding over the head
of his cock, and the anticipation was like needles through his taut
Heero struggled to continue. "I
-- look, I think I know what you mean -- I think I feel the same --
about you!" He gasped, and laughed, and grasped a handful of
Duo's hair, trying to get his attention. Half-seriously; half-nervously.
His flesh ached for him so much..."Duo -- listen to me!
Will you come with me, when I go?"
Duo ceased the licking -- he ceased
"What are you talking about, Heero?
You've just seen what it can be like here! I want you with me
"Yeah --," gasped Heero, reaching
helplessly for him, begging him to continue. "And I want
you with me. But not always here...surely?"
There was no reply.
Then there was a sudden change -- Duo
pulled away from him, and knelt up beside him on the bed. When
Heero lifted himself up on to his elbows, Duo put his hands to his face,
and stared deeply into his questioning eyes.
"Take me, Heero. Fuck me!
I want you to. I want you inside me. I'm yours."
"What?" Heero thought that the look
on his face must be a wondrous thing to behold -- a mixture of astonishment,
and delight, and fear. What would Duo think of him?
Some kinda virgin lover, he was..."You mean -- me -? But I've
never done it before, Duo! Not been seme. I don't --
wanna -- get it wrong... I mean - hurt you. Shit..."
Duo's voice was stronger now - more
assertive. It slipped around his neck and mouth, and murmured
seductively at his ears. "You want it to be Trowa? Your
first? Or Quatre? He's wanted you all along, Heero --"
"Christ, no!" exploded Heero.
"I mean -- no, I want you to be my first! I just --"
"Good," sighed Duo. He put
his hands down on to the bed, so that he was on all fours, and he wriggled
his ass, as if to get comfortable. "I'd want to see you with
them, Heero -- I'd enjoy seeing your sweet body arching and wriggling
and fighting with theirs. It would be a joy for me. But
whatever you did, at the end of it, I'd want you in my bed, and your
body to be mine."
He turned his body so that his ass presented
itself over Heero's lap, and he gazed back over a dropped shoulder.
"And I want your cock to be the only one that takes me."
"You will be my first as well, Heero."
Heero had read those trash paperbacks
that used phrases like 'suddenly, time stood still'. But in
that minute, he felt that it did. He sat up, paralysed with amazement
and desire, and downright shock. "I -- don't know what to
do, Duo --"
Duo turned again and faced him, reading
the indecision in his expression. With the slightest of sighs,
and a warm smile, he slid down on to the bed beside him.
Slowly, he began to unbraid his hair -- he loosened the plait until
the heavy strands hung over his shoulders, and the curling ends teased
at Heero's chest. Heero stared, fascinated. He wanted
to run his fingers through it -- he wanted to lie in it -- to bathe
in it. "Hush..." smiled Duo. "Lie back again...
let me prepare things for us..."
Duo's lips were at his, kissing him;
Duo's hair was brushed back over his shoulders, but still tickled
at his neck and warmed his ears. Duo's hand was on his cock,
stroking it gently, bringing it to a fiercer, thicker agony. Duo's
foot nudged a small bottle that was lying on the bottom of the coverlet,
and rolled it up into their reach. The tang of citrus was in the
air again, but this time Heero knew it was the smell of the lubricating
gel. Then Duo had the bottle open, and was covering his fingers
"Hush," was all he said, as he stroked
Heero's cock again. Except this time, his hands were cool from
the gel, and impossibly smooth, and his fingers slid quickly and easily
over the crown.
"I'm gonna come!" groaned Heero.
"I can't do it -!"
The 'hush' noise was soft, all around
him, and he felt the agony abate a little. Duo shifted in front
of him, rolling round, and lying with his back spooning into the harbour
of Heero's body. Heero felt soft, thick, sweet-smelling hair
against his chest, and the warmth of an ass against his groin -- his
slicked cock probed desperately at the crevice between Duo's buttocks.
It slid across the pucker of Duo's hole; it moaned its frustration
with a weeping of cum, and a particularly vicious throb of blood through
"No need to rush," sighed Duo.
His hips were rocking on the bed, and when Heero looked down, he could
see Duo's hands reaching between his own legs, stretching to press
gel-covered fingers into his ass. To prepare himself for Heero.
The first man to take him.
"I'll do that -- " Heero gasped,
and reached for the bottle himself. He dropped the lid in his
impatience and nervousness -- his hands were shaking, even as he lathered
gel over his middle fingers.
"Lie behind me, Heero," hissed Duo.
"Kiss my shoulders; grip my waist with your strong hands. Lift
my leg, and slide your wet fingers into me."
Heero wriggled up close to him -- he
gripped him round the waist, and felt Duo arch up against him.
He reached down and pushed Duo's upper thigh forward, so that he could
slide his hand easily in between the cheeks, and probe for the gateway
to his lover's body. He found it; an impossibly small, tight
pucker, offering fierce resistance to him, despite the heavy coating
of gel all over his hand. Duo hissed as he slipped in his middle
finger -- Heero felt the muscles grip him, and marvelled at how different
it felt from accepting fingers inside him. Like he always
had. He slid another in, and began to roll them firmly -- seeking
to stretch the hole. But every time he withdrew his hand, he felt
the entrance close behind him. He thought his nerve might fail
him. Duo was panting heavily -- his words were thick and guttural.
"I don't want to wait any longer,
Heero! I'm ready for you --! For God's sake, this is
what I want -- I want you inside me, possessing me. I want to
be nailed hard into this bed -- I want to be hammered into the mattress.
Be as harsh as you like -- as greedy as you desire. Fuck me,
Heero pressed Duo's legs wider apart,
and placed his fiercely swollen cock at the pink entrance. Duo
groaned. Heero couldn't help the unbidden thought; Duo's ass
reminded him of the raspberries in their love play! He smiled,
and relaxed a little, and then he could have sworn he saw the hole flex
open for a second, and swallow the smallest drop of over-eager pre-cum.
He took a deep breath, gripped harder at Duo's hip, and forced the
thick crown of his cock into him.
Duo gasped -- he thrust his hips back
hard against Heero's groin, and the rest of his cock burst in smoothly.
Heero sobbed! He thought he might
be doing that aloud, and for that he was embarrassed -- but he had
never realised it could feel so good! To be buried deep in a tight,
hot sheath. To have hips grinding back into him, moving in rhythm with
him. He felt squeezed inside, and he also felt harboured -- and
incredibly stimulated. Duo's body fit snugly against his, allowing
itself to be manipulated, almost passive in its acceptance, and matching
Heero's awkward thrusts with graceful ones of his own -- he gave
little moans of encouragement. It was astonishingly erotic.
Heero knew that Duo had slipped a hand to his own groin, and was pumping
his cock in rhythm with their bodies' movements. Heero wanted
to do that for him as well -- but he didn't think he'd be able
to concentrate on more than one thing at the moment.
He moved slowly at first, savouring the
incredible feeling of his cock sliding in and out of the tight channel;
sucking its way out, tugged by the gripping muscles -- then sinking
eagerly back into the very depths, until he felt he was thrusting up
into the heart of Duo himself. Then, encouraged by Duo's enthusiasm,
he began to thrust a little more speedily. Then, as the astonishing
feelings and the tight, moist heat plucked at him, he lost all sense,
and he thrust like fuck -!
"Heero!" groaned Duo. He rocked
against Heero's body, forced to follow Heero's pace, whatever it
was. "God -- it's so good -- can't you fuck me harder?
Can't you go deeper -?"
Heero slammed hard against Duo's ass,
so that the bed banged against the wall, and he felt the tight muscles
of Duo's buttocks against his pelvis. Duo cried out, and his
hand flew back and forth between his legs, thrashing his own cock to
completion. Heero clutched at his waist, holding him desperately.
He felt the rush of feeling race from all his extremities, down into
his cock, and burst up into the writhing man underneath him. He
shouted, or something. Duo's name was loud and burning and vibrantly
coloured, and it filled his mind. He remembered wishing frantically
that he could have made it last longer -- he remembered the hot depths
of Duo's flesh under his fierce fingers -- and then he lost coherent
thought, and he remembered nothing except the pure, glorious sensation!
The voices were loud, and they cried
out with the joy of it. They wailed; they panted; they screamed
ugly, crude, arousing words. Hands were all over him; lips at
his body, sucking and nibbling; the force of his climax was like nothing
he'd ever experienced, even at Duo's hands. It was as if several
bodies met; as if many climaxes converged in him.
"Duo!" he cried, shuddering with
the aftershocks of his coming. Still gripping the man beside him,
barely conscious of the other climax, wracking Duo's body and making
him shake in Heero's arms. "Wh - what is it? You're
in my head -- they're all in my head --"
Duo groaned, and went limp against him.
His hair was slicked with sweat, and clung damply to both of their upper
bodies. They were both panting loudly -- Heero tried, desperately,
to stay hard and to stay sheathed inside his lover. But natural
exhaustion was sucking the energy from him, and Duo's ass had sucked
the sperm out -- within seconds, his cock was soft and flaccid again,
and he slid out of Duo with nothing but wet noise. Duo's
hole was red, and damp, and still beautifully erotic -- Heero ached
with the thought that he may have hurt him. Then he ached with
the desire to take him again. He just ached, he thought
to himself, with an exhausted resignation.
Duo's sigh was one of pure satisfaction.
He turned his head back, so that Heero could see his profile, and the
shine in his eyes. The muscles in his arms were shaking with the
tension -- his lower thigh was partly trapped under Heero's legs.
As he helped him wriggle it out to freedom, Heero felt a trickle of
warm, thick cum travel from between Duo's cheeks and down on to his
own outstretched leg.
"You hear them because we've both
found our true one, Heero. They're in celebration of that!
It's the only thing you could ever strive for -- the only pure joy
you may ever find. Nothing will ever be better than this!"
And, in that instant, Heero agreed.
There were voices in his head, again...
Heero could hear them. They were calling, but they weren't calling
him. They were calling for Duo. Heero stirred, sleepily.
What the fuck time was it? Why didn't Duo answer? He could
feel the man's long-limbed, wiry body beside him on the bed.
He felt his own cock bob gently at the remembrance. He liked this
feeling; this feeling of sleeping with Duo Maxwell. And from what
he could hear, Duo's breathing was heavy -- it was regular.
He was sound asleep.
'I don't sleep much', he'd told
Heero. And Heero had certainly never seen any sign of him in room
4 before this night. But the unconscious body beside him told
another story. This man was exhausted; sated; blissfully asleep.
Sleeping with Heero Yuy.
Heero drowsed again, until the voices
really did become too insistent to ignore. Then he groaned, and
rolled on to his side to wake Duo.
But Duo was already up. He'd
pulled on his silken pants, and nothing else. His hair was caught
loosely behind him; Heero saw silhouetted strands of it blowing across
his face as he moved around the room.
"What is it -?" he asked.
"Trowa's calling," said Duo, softly.
"I must go to them. They want us all to be together -- to celebrate
Trowa staying. Come with me, Heero. We want you with us."
"God..." groaned Heero. "Can't
I join in the party some other time? I need some sleep after the
damned good going-over we just had --"
Duo's teeth glinted in the dim light,
as he smiled.
Heero examined his feelings. His
tiredness; his nervousness. His curiosity -- his excitement.
He knew which one would win.
He swung his legs over the edge of the
bed, and lifted his arms to take hold of Duo. They kissed for
some time, until Heero reluctantly peeled himself away.
"Throw over my shorts, then," he growled.
The others were all in the courtyard
-- it was as Heero expected. The night was as warm and still
as the previous one -- the participants were as naked as before.
Naked, and gorgeous! Quatre rushed to him and Duo as they walked
slowly into sight -- he gave Heero's shorts the briefest of looks,
then was tickling and nibbling at his waist, until Heero laughed, and
surrendered, and allowed the young blond to tug them off and discard
them. Quatre took his arm, and cajoled him over to the pool --
with a look of rueful apology at Duo, Heero again allowed the boy to
have his way.
Wufei was lying nearby, on a blanket
on the ground, propped up on an arm. Trowa sat in front of him,
at his waist, leant back against his strong, broad hip. They were
surrounded by a spread of food, and the familiar sweet, red wine.
As Heero watched them, Wufei broke a pastry into pieces, and reached
one up to Trowa -- the chestnut-haired man opened his lips, and let
Wufei press the food in. Trowa licked his lips, and smiled at
the sugary taste -- then he opened his mouth further, and sucked Wufei's
fingertips in after it. Wufei drew in a harsh breath -- his head
dropped back a little, and he dragged down at Trowa's lower lip.
Trowa's even, white teeth held on to the invading fingers; his own
breathing was speeding up. Wufei began to pump his fingers slowly
in and out of Trowa's mouth, and Trowa began panting in rhythm with
it. His hand slipped to his lap -- he started fondling himself.
Wufei watched his hand in Trowa's mouth -- he watched Trowa's flushed
and excited face, as he grew more aroused. When they caught each
other's gaze, they smiled with genuine pleasure.
Heero stared at them, marvelling at their
easy familiarity with each other. He'd never raised a smile
like that in Trowa, not even during sex play. It had always been
so serious...the man continued to amaze him.
Then Quatre dragged him down into the pool, and for a while he had nothing to concern him but to splash and roll in the warm, comforting water.
Duo had come to sit beside Heero, perched
on the low wall of the pool. He was naked, too, now, the silk
pants having gone the way of every other piece of clothing that Heero
had ever come into contact with here. Heero lay back, his arms
against the shelf, and let the small ripples lap at his body.
"See how good it is, Heero," murmured
Duo. There was the slightest edge to his tone, as if he beseeched
Heero to understand; and only Heero would have heard it. "It
is a feast -- for you. For us all. A feast of all the best
things in life. You can have whatever you want... whomever
"I want you," hissed Heero,
and his wet arm reached up to grasp Duo by the neck, and pull his body
down to him. Fierce lips sought each other out -- water ran carelessly
over Duo's arms and torso, as Heero embraced him. Laughing,
Duo slid over the wall and into the pool, alongside Heero.
"So do I, Heero -- I want you, too
"Only you -!" gasped Heero,
Duo paused for the slightest of times,
so that it was barely noticeable. When he replied, his voice was
very soft -- he sounded slightly amazed. "Only you...
Then there was another splash, and suddenly
Quatre darted quickly across the pool, dipping under the water, and
tangling in between their legs. There was little room for all
three of them. Heero protested, and then he felt the boy's face
against his groin, and the soft plumpness of his lips around his bobbing
cock. He gasped -- he snatched at Duo's arms, and stared up
at him, his mouth framing his protest, even as the lips under the water
sucked and tugged at him, and weightless fingers cupped and caressed
his balls. But Duo smiled back -- a faint mistiness about his
eyes made Heero suspect that Quatre was busy about his body, too.
Duo wound his arms around Heero's torso, and drew him in for another
Heero twisted to face Duo, and felt the
wriggling underwater baby release his cock. And then a hand took
its place -- a hand that grasped him, and held him just where he felt
most sensitive, and began to stroke him, down to the base of his cock,
and up again to the tip, where the disturbed ripples of the water ebbed
in and out of his slit. A hand that dragged his body even closer
-- that insisted he press against the body that directed it.
"Duo..." he sighed. They were
both wet all over, now -- they were wrapped around each other, and
Heero's hand struggled to reach around Duo's ass, to caress him
in return. His cock was swelling almost painfully, under the water.
He dropped his head to suckle at Duo's neck, and then his hand slipped
between the other man's legs, and he slid a finger into him.
Duo gasped, and Heero's tongue plunged further into his open mouth.
Another splash, and Quatre crested the
water, head reaching up for air, and water streaming from him like a
"Duo! Heero!" he cried, almost petulantly,
as if he were annoyed that they enjoyed themselves without him.
"I cannot fit any part of me between you -- and I'm more proud
of my figure than that!" They barely acknowledged him, and a
flash of some emotion more adult passed over his face. He lifted
himself easily out of the water, and began to shake off the excess --
he was stretching his body, to ease his cramped muscles. He did,
indeed, have a beautiful build - boyish, yet with developing muscles
that gave him a breadth and a shape to his torso that promised strength
and agility. And his profile was most prominent -- his cock reared
happily up from the damp, blond hairs of his groin. The fondling
of both men under water had been very stimulating -!
"You should be very proud of that
-- " murmured Trowa, at his ear. His hand slipped to Quatre's
waist, and then round to caress the wet shaft.
Quatre moaned gently, and allowed the
touch. His legs parted a little -- he turned his head to accept
Trowa's hungry kiss. But as he did, he called softly to Duo,
standing in the pool, clasped in Heero's embrace. "You
are our master, Duo, aren't you? This is all for you..." Trowa's
mouth was busy on his nipples -- Wufei's hands had appeared at his
ass, to dry his body with a thick towel, and to massage in some sweet
smelling oil. "You won't leave us, will you, Duo?"
He turned away, with just the trail of
a cry, melting into the arms of the others.
Heero felt the eddy of the water around
him, as Duo grasped his hips, and twisted him hard, face forward, against
the side of the pool. He threw out his hands, and grabbed the
edge of the wall. Under the water, he felt Duo's erect cock
press at his buttocks -- he felt Duo's thigh nudge between his own,
and force his legs further apart. Everything was cool and smooth
under the water -- Duo's limbs felt much like his own. There
was a lightness of their bodies, and the gentle pressure of the water
as it moved on its own course, tugging their bodies with it. Despite
this, he responded immediately to the feel of Duo's fingers at his
opening -- he relaxed himself, and he bent at the waist, offering himself
to his lover. There was another swirl of water around their legs,
and the sharp delight of Duo's teeth at his shoulder. Then the
thick, hungry cock pressed into him, and he cried out with the force.
"Duo -! Christ, that's --
fuck me, Duo! Yes, I -- shit!"
Duo had grabbed him around the waist,
and spun him away from the wall again. Still impaled on his cock,
Heero leant back into Duo's lap, and bent his legs to try to keep
his balance. Duo spun him again, and then again, until he was
pressed against the wall himself. He thrust up into Heero, and
the angle was such that he struck at Heero's prostate with every stroke;
Heero cried out aloud with the pleasure. He reached down to rub
at his own cock -- his hands splashed near the surface of the water,
and he sprayed them both as he pumped. Then, suddenly, his hands
still tight on Heero's body, Duo dipped down further into the pool,
and Heero found himself entirely underwater. Shocked -- unprepared
-- he started to splutter and panic, but still he felt the thrusts
of Duo's cock up into him, and for a second he contemplated relaxing,
and letting the water into his body, just so that he could continue
to feel such an astounding moment.
But that wasn't Duo's intention -
he whipped them both up to the refreshing air, within seconds.
He was still panting, still hammering into Heero, with increasing force
and desperation. He bent him back down against the wall, he took
his stand behind him, and this time they stayed there.
"Heero, I'm coming..." he gasped,
dropping heavily on to Heero's bent back; Heero felt the ripples of
his climax approaching, right up inside his ass. He reached back,
and grabbed at Duo's heavy, wet hair, and dragged his lover's head
down against his back. The two of them gripped each other, and
clung to each other, as they groaned and pumped, and spewed their completion
-- Duo into Heero's ass, and Heero out into the thrashing, churning
water around them.
It was the first climax of many.
The night was very dark now, and only
a few candles under the trees gave the young men light to see what they
did. Instead, they used their hands, and their mouths, and they
were never misguided.
Heero sat alone on a bench, his hair
still damp, his lips moistened with water and ice cubes, and slices
of fresh apple, that had never tasted so vibrant on his tongue before.
He needed a rest, for his body that had been so used by Duo Maxwell's;
he needed to gather his thoughts, that had been similarly twisted and
enmeshed with Duo's mind.
The tableau unfolded in front of him.
Quatre stood, the shortest of them all,
leant over the bench, hands against the wall. His legs were wide
apart -- his head dropped spasmodically, as his breathing sped up.
Behind him, Trowa had his hands round his waist and his mouth at the
boy's shoulder blades. Trowa's legs were inside of Quatre's
-- his buttocks were close up against his soft, pale ass. They
writhed and jerked together -- it was obvious that Trowa was fucking
him. Trowa pulled out slowly, steadily -- then thrust back in
so that Quatre gasped with the force.
Then Wufei was behind Trowa, stroking
his back, his cheeks -- playing with his ass. Heero watched his
fingers part Trowa's buttocks -- the obvious insertion of two glistening
fingers into his hole. And in response, Trowa bent his ass back
towards Wufei, bringing Quatre up on to his toes in front of him.
Then he bent forward again, plunging deeply into Quatre; and he set
up a slow, rocking motion that pivoted him back and forth, between fucking
Quatre, and forcing his ass back on to Wufei's tantalising fingers.
And Trowa moaned a request that Heero
had never heard him make -- a request to be taken.
Wufei stepped up close behind him.
His cock was large and proudly erect, and his hand took hold of Trowa's
ass with a proprietary touch. For a second, though, he paused,
as if unsure how to join the couple and their rocking, erotic dance
-- as if he were reluctant to disturb the rhythm.
Then Duo was beside him, tall and slender,
but with a confidence in his bearing that drew Heero's gaze, even
if he hadn't been fascinated by every move that the man ever made.
Duo was murmuring encouragement into Wufei's neck, reaching up to
lick at his earlobe, fondly; softly. Heero stared, as Duo took
hold of Wufei's cock with one hand, and then reached to part Trowa's
buttocks with the other. Wufei's head went back with Duo's
sensual attack on his face and neck, at the same time as his hips went
forward with Duo's masterful hand. He was guided into Trowa,
just as Trowa's body leant back from a long, leisurely thrust into
Quatre. Heero saw Duo watching closely - watching Wufei's cock
burst past Trowa's eager, yet tight muscle, and Heero saw his hands
remaining on Wufei as the threesome leant forward again, with Quatre
at the front. The rhythm continued, but with three of them joined
now. Wufei gasped with the tight embrace of Trowa's ass; Trowa
groaned with the fresh invasion, and the joy of his lover inside him;
and Quatre moaned with the delight of hosting the two of them.
And Duo stepped behind Wufei, looked up with lids heavy with lust, and stared at Heero.
Desire is strong, Heero...a beast
not easily killed... nor tamed....
Heero was rigid on the bench, knowing
what he was watching -- knowing what this evening might bring.
The men were all fantastic -- he knew that, of course. Each of
them... He had been Trowa's lover; and he knew that Quatre lusted
after him. He believed that Wufei would be a spectacular lover.
And he had known Duo Maxwell in a way that he'd never thought possible
outside of dreams. He could still feel the evidence of Duo's
ecstasy on his lips, from only minutes ago, when he had knelt at his
feet as he sat on the bench, and sucked him off again. Almost
aimlessly, he reached a hand up, and wiped at his lips. The moisture
there may have been water, or fruit juice, or Duo's cum. He
licked at whatever was there, savouring it. He looked back at
Duo, and felt the man calling to him. He could feel them all tonight
-- their clamouring cries; their desperate needs and desires.
They were all one in him.
He knew how he felt. What
"Duo!" His voice rang out in the
quiet courtyard, where for several minutes there had been only whimpers
and moans. "I -- don't want to share you! Do you understand?"
The gasps and the groans were silenced
-- the humping bodies slowed. The air seemed more still than
ever before; even the water was silent against the bricks of the pool
"Is this all there is?" cried Heero,
and his voice sounded desperate, even to himself.
"Is this all there is?"