Chapter 4

Duo hesitated, unsure of what had just happened and then leant into the kiss.  Heero’s lips were soft and gentle, not as he would have expected had he ever thought about this happening, which he hadn’t, the thought that Heero would ever kiss him had never even entered his head.  He shifted forward wrapping his arms round Heero’s neck and running his tongue along Heero’s bottom lip.  Heero’s lips parted, allowing him access, and his tongue began to search the soft skin on the inside of the other boy’s mouth, drawing a moan from its ministrations.

When they finally parted for air both boys’ cheeks were flushed and they were breathing slightly more heavily.  Heero seemed to look uncertain and Duo gave him a slight smile of reassurance.

“I didn’t realise kissing felt so nice,” Heero said tentatively.

Duo looked up, shocked, “You mean you haven’t… before?”

Heero shook his head, “I was never interested, not before.”

Duo smiled, he couldn’t believe he was hearing this, he, of all people, was the one Heero had actually become interested in, and he had thought he just annoyed the brunette.  He leant forward, kissing along Heero’s jawbone and up to the corner of his mouth eliciting a gasp from his prussian eyed companion, before seizing his lips again, this time a little more confidently, and wrapping his arms around Heero’s waist.  Heero moaned at the contact and tipped back, lying down on the floor and pulling Duo down on top of him.  Duo was now lay between Heero’s legs and along his chest, and from this vantage point he could feel the evidence of exactly how much Heero was enjoying this.

He pulled back a little, looking down on Heero, a small smile curling at the corners of his mouth, “Bet you didn’t know kissing could be that enjoyable?” He watched Heero try to lift his half-lowered lids further and smiled, “want me to do something about it?”

“About what?” Heero didn’t seem to comprehend what Duo was actually getting at, but his voice was husky with passion.

“About…” Duo indicated beneath himself with one hand.

“You can?”

“Err, yeh,” Duo didn’t quite know how to explain what he meant so he opted for the easy option, “want me to show you?”

Heero settled his head back against the rich carpet and nodded, letting his eyes fall closed as he did so.  Duo wasn’t exactly sure if Heero knew what he had just agreed to, but that wasn’t going to stop him, he wanted the other boy to be in as much ecstasy as he could possibly be and Duo, although never having been with another man before, certainly wasn’t new to this.

His own growing arousal was making the once tight fitting leathers unbearable and he unbuttoned them, sliding them off over his thin hips and discarding his shirt for it was futile to wear it anyway now.  He wondered fleetingly if Heero would allow him to do the same to him.  His fingers hovered over the button to Heero’s pants until he scolded himself for being such an idiot and undid them.  Heero must have known something about what was going to happen, he was nineteen after all, and it was stupid to presume that he had thought he would stay dressed.  But it was a little more than that, this was the boy that Duo had thought unreachable, the boy so many had strove after and none even made an impression, and it was he whom Heero was allowing this.  He smiled at the thought of rubbing this in Relena’s face.  He wouldn’t, of course, but it did have its appeals.

Heero lifted his hips to allow Duo to slide his pants down.  Duo slid the said garment off, taking his underwear with it and stroked down the outside of Heero’s right leg, his fingers tracing the scar that he had put there.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered unconsciously, making Heero look up groggily.

“It’s alright,” his lashes fluttered against his cheeks and he lay his head back down, “besides I paid you back, I stole parts from your mobile suit, remember?”

“Yeah, but that was hardly a fair trade for shooting you… twice,” he traced his fingers back up Heero’s leg and then to the inside of his thigh, silencing the answer that was on Heero’s lips and turning it into a gasp.

He then followed his fingers with his mouth, trailing kisses up the outside of Heero’s leg and then the inside, making him wriggle a little.  He then drew his tongue up the underside of Heero’s length, making him moan with pleasure and raise his hips from the floor a little.  He kissed the tip of Heero’s member then slid it into his mouth halfway, wrapping his hand around the base and bobbing his head.

Heero gasped and Duo could hear his fingers scrabbling at the carpet for something to grab hold of.  He started to move his hand with the rhythm of his head and Heero squeaked, dragging his fingers through the carpet so hard Duo wondered if he had actually ripped it.  He could hear Heero panting and feel him shiver underneath him, and he reached up his other hand to stroke Heero’s arm almost comfortingly, although he didn’t even understand why himself.  He felt a flush of heat run right through Heero’s body who bucked his hips and came with a moan that Duo was sure could have been his name. 

Duo rolled sideways and lay beside Heero for a few moments, waiting for him to catch his breath.  Then he propped his head up on one hand and stroked down Heero’s cheek lazily.  He noticed that Heero was still shaking and wondered fleetingly if he was all right.  It was when Heero turned his head and looked at him that he knew something was wrong.  There was fear in Heero’s eyes, so little that Duo wasn’t sure if anyone else would have even noticed, but he had become such an expert on reading Heero over the years that it stood out like white against black to him.

“What’s wrong?” Duo put out his hand and began to stroke Heero’s hair gently, only smiling when Heero did the same to his hair.

“What makes you think something’s wrong?” Heero protested weakly until he saw the look on Duo’s face and immediately knew that he was fooling no one, “how is it that you can read me so well when everybody else has a hard time even talking to me most of the time?  I don’t understand how it is that I’m so transparent to you.”

“Years of practise,” Duo answered seriously, “now what’s wrong?  I can tell you’re frightened.”

“Just…” Heero seemed to stumble with his words then be unable to say what he wanted to say.

“It’s alright,” Duo stroked his dark hair reassuringly and smiled, his violet eyes softening, showing the other boy he had nothing to fear, “I won’t tell anyone, you can trust me, I didn’t ask that of you when we met, remember?  But I am now.  Will you?”

“Yes I remember, and perhaps I should have back then,” Duo waited patiently whilst Heero summoned the courage he obviously needed to admit whatever he was afraid of, “I couldn’t… I couldn’t control that.  It was the most wonderful thing I have ever felt, but I couldn’t control it.”

“Not everything can be controlled Heero,” Duo was completely surprised by Heero’s lack of understanding on the issue, “nobody can control that, it just happens and anyway, that’s the way it’s supposed to be.”

“It’s just… never mind, I trust you,” Duo blinked, even though he had asked for trust he hadn’t really expected to receive it and certainly hadn’t expected Heero to admit he trusted him.

He reached over and pulled the brunette into his arms, stroking down his back softly until he had stopped shaking and had fallen asleep, or at least Duo thought he had.  Just as he was about to close his eyes and fall asleep himself Heero looked up at him prussian blue eyes dark with emotion that Duo was sure he had never seen there before.

“You’re not going to leave are you?” Heero’s voice was soft and gentle but Duo could tell he was asking a deadly serious question, he just couldn’t think of what Heero was referring to for a minute.

Then he remembered the conversation that had started all this at the beginning of the night, “I was, but now?  No.  Now I’m not lonely anymore and I have a purpose, a reason to be on this colony,” he said this without even thinking until rational thought caught up with him and he almost gasped.  What if Heero didn’t mean for this to be a relationship, perhaps he didn’t want any ties, and Duo had just unwillingly admitted he did.

But his fears were soon abolished when he looked down at Heero again.  The other boy was wearing the happiest and most loving smile Duo had ever seen, one that even rivalled Quatre’s and that was something he had never thought would happen.

“Lets go to bed, it’s much more comfortable than the floor,” Duo smiled back at him feeling as happy as he had ever felt in his life.

“Mine or yours?” Heero asked then, whilst Duo sat looking shocked, answered his own question, “yours, it’s bigger and much more comfortable.”

“I told you to get a double bed, and one that didn’t have an orthopaedic mattress,” Duo laughed, then thought about the statement properly, “how do you know it’s more comfortable?  Have you ever even sat on it?” Duo couldn’t recall a time when Heero had even been in his room before.

“I slept in it once,” Heero mumbled under his breath, “you were out and I was in a strange mood, I wanted company but I didn’t want anyone to find me, sounds like an impossible thing to actually do but that’s how I felt.”

“You mean you missed me and didn’t want anyone else’s company in my place?” Duo looked down at him to see if he had analysed the situation correctly.

“Yes, I suppose you’re right, although I don’t know how you figured that out when I wouldn’t have myself if you hadn’t come up with the solution.”

“I’m good with feelings because I’m true to mine,” Duo stood, retrieving their clothing and then changing his mind and threw it into the corner, “that was when I went to L2 for a few days to visit Solo’s grave wasn’t it?”

Heero looked up, shocked, “You knew?”

“No, but I smelt you on the pillows when I got back, I always wondered if I had had a momentary lapse of insanity and perhaps if I had been in a better mood I may have followed it up more, but as I had just been down memory lane with visiting the L2 and everything I was in no mood to solve riddles.  Then I forgot.”

“I didn’t even think you’d notice,” Heero looked as if he wanted to get up without actually moving.

Duo shrugged, “Street rats have good senses, I notice things other people wouldn’t.”

Heero frowned at the tag Duo had just pinned himself with, “Don’t call yourself that, I’d say more cat than rat, you definitely aren’t the hunted.”

Duo smiled at the unmeant complement and noticed Heero’s mood, that he wanted to go somewhere more comfortable but was feeling too lazy to move.  He bent, planting a kiss on Heero’s forehead, and swept him up into his arms.  Heero grabbed at his shoulders, obviously not used to being picked up and feeling decidedly unsafe.

Duo held him tightly against his chest, “Trust me,” he purred into the other boys ear, “I won’t drop you.”

Heero instantly relaxed, obviously having needed that extra bit of reassurance to feel safe.  Duo wandered back to his own room, noting that the black satin sheets that he had put on the bed that morning had been a good choice if a coincidental one.  He cradled Heero in the crook of his right arm, marvelling at how light he was, whilst he pulled back the covers and placed him gently on the bed.  Heero whimpered involuntarily at the loss of contact, but Duo quickly got in the other side of the bed, wrapping his arms around Heero’s waist and pulling up the covers.

It didn’t take either of them long to fall asleep.  Duo slept comfortably right through until eleven o’clock the next morning, when he rolled sleepily over and tried to wrap his arms around Heero.  Finding that the other boy was no longer in the bed, he sat bolt upright and looked around the room.  Heero had obviously been gone for quite a while; the bed was cold where he had lay.