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Part 2 This contains all my favourite yaoi combinations, some not-so-common ones, and gets pretty yaoi at times, so if you're not comfy with the idea of male-male hot steamy sex, this isn't the fic for you. Infact, this isn't the webpage for you, but who's counting na no da. I should say that some of the inspiration for this story comes from the excellent story called "Beautiful Stranger" by kumiko, which can be found at www.shinigami.org, and I strongly suggest you read it if you like great yaoi, though it is not necessary to read it to understand my fic no da. By no means have I stolen ideas from it, just a little inspiration to tease my gutter-housed mind no da. All the normal disclaimers apply, I don't own the kawaii G-boys, Zechs or Treize, though I wish I did!
Heero met Duo's lips again, stifling the gasp of pleasure that tried to bubble up from within him. How can he have such an effect on me? Some part of him was protesting. :This is wrong, he can't control me like this! It's wrong! It's wrong!: But part of him was delirious with pleasure. Duo's hands crept under his tank top, playing lightly over Heero's torso as though he were using a fine instrument. He grasped a nipple firmly and pulled. Heero could feel the grin against his lips as he gasped. "Oh, I'm sorry Heero, did that hurt?" Duo asked playfully. "Iie," Heero growled, proceeding to unbutton Duo's priest top. His hands fumbled at the unfamiliar catches and he firmly shoved Duo off him so he could see. Duo laughed, bouncing to his feet and lightly skipping away. "So, you want my clothes off, do you?" he asked mischievously. He stood, hands on hips, legs spread slightly, and regarded Heero for a moment. Heero's hands twitched and he frowned in confusion. What did he want him to do? Go over there? What was Duo doing? Before he could come to a decision, Duo threw his head back. Lips parted, back arched, he stood frozen for a moment. Then his hands reached back and grasped his braid. He pulled off the tie that Heero had painstakingly tied there and unraveled the braid, slowly, lovingly. Finally, his long hair was free, spilling down from his still-thrown-back head, almost sweeping the floor. Still holding the pose, he reached up and began to slowly unfasten the catches on his black overshirt, revealing the white silk shirt underneath. He dropped his arms and wriggled suggestively, cocking his head to look at Heero from under his long lashes and the shirt dropped to the floor. Heero tried to remember how to breathe. :How can he do this to me?: Duo was languishingly unbuttoning the white shirt, each movement of his hands revealing another delicious slice of skin. As the last button was released, the silk fell away slightly, revealing the various marks of their last encounter - a purpling bruise on his injured shoulder, an angry red slashmark on his left side, near the curve of one slim hip. Part of Heero's mind noted that last, but most of him didn't care at the moment. He felt like every vein and muscle in his body was going to explode. Duo unbuttoned his cuffs and licked his lips. Heero felt faint. The silk dropped to the floor, puddling among the black already there. The boy bent forward, his long hair rippling to the floor in a chestnut waterfall. He looked up momentarily, took in the sweat trickling down Heero's face, his heaving chest, the bulge in the front of his oh-so-tight spandex shorts, and flashed a grin.
He lowered his head again and Heero could see his hand moving through the curtain of hair. He heard himself give an inarticulate cry of frustration, which was answered by another flash of a grin. Then the last garment dropped to the ground, barely seen through the chestnut waves. Then Duo threw back his head again with a flourish. He stood over Heero, triumphantly naked, his member erect and swollen. "Now," he said. "What do you want now, Heero?" "Want?" Heero berated himself, but it didn't alter the fact that Duo had reduced him to something akin to a quivering mass of jelly. Duo knelt down and grasped Heero's hands, pulling him fully into a sitting position. "Don't worry, just don't move," he whispered. Heero nodded numbly. Duo slowly drew off Heero's tank top and lowered his mouth to his nipple, pushing him gently back down to the mattress. Heero squirmed and writhed under him, emitting little, hungry, supplicant sounds in the back of his throat. Finally, Duo took pity on him. Without warning, he put out his hand and rubbed Heero's swollen member. Heero cried out and arched his back, his hips thrusting upwards. In an amazingly deft motion, Duo stripped him of the shorts and flung them away before he landed. Heero gave him an incredulous look and Duo shrugged. "What?" he asked, grinning from ear to ear. Heero grunted, he was tired of this; he tangled one hand in Duo's long hair and wrapped the other around one slim shoulder, then flipped the other boy onto his back. Heero straddled Duo, then suddenly paused. He had the upper hand now, but he didn't quite know what to do with it. Duo lay spread out before him, wearing nothing but his cross and a smile. Heero was hotter then he thought possible, and he didn't have the first clue what to do about it. Duo wiped the sweat from his forehead. "So, now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me?" "Stop mocking me!" Heero roared, clenching his fists in frustration. Duo was instantly contrite. "Gomen, koibito, but you looked so kawaii with that uncertain expression on your face. Stop playing these power games and let me make you scream." But Heero wasn't ready to be pacified. "And what makes you the expert?" Duo's expression twisted with remembered pain. "I know I haven't told you much about my past, so I'll forget you asked that, koi." Then, his violet eyes softened. "Just let me love you."
Duo's hands passed lovingly over Heero's body, as if to memorized every plane, every valley. Heero was not so gentle. As if to deny those feelings he felt, or to prove that his initial statement, that he would 'never love' Duo, he fought him at every turn. As Duo took his time, lingering over his nipples and the soft smooth flesh of his stomach, Heero tangled fists in his hair, forcing him further down his body. As he came, he dug sharp, muscular fingers into Duo's bruised and battered body. Once he had gotten the hang of the rhythm and amount of pressure required to give Duo the maximum amount of pleasure, he brought Duo to orgasm with brutal efficiency. When it was over, Duo lay curled against Heero, marveling that hands that had been so cruel at the height of passion, could be caressing his injured shoulder with such unconscious gentleness. The ordeal had left him satisfied in body, but he felt acutely unsatisfied in spirit. He was exhausted by the combination of sex, fighting and injury. He was sweating and hot from exertion, and it felt like the room's temperature had just dropped 10 degrees. He shivered and moved closer to Heero, who seemed to be asleep, but he didn't seem to give off any warmth at all. Duo didn't know how much of what he was experiencing was real, and how much was due to the misery he felt. Well fuck, what were you expecting, Maxwell? Wild expressions of passion and love? Loving tenderness? Not from the Perfect Soldier you weren't! But he had to admit, he'd kinda hoped that was what he would get. He sighed and wrapped his trembling arms tighter around Heero, trying to coax some warmth into his limbs. He closed his eyes and finally fell into a restless, fitful sleep. | |
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