Chapter 5

Duo got out of the bed, pulling some clothes on before heading downstairs.  It was not an odd thing that he didn’t find Heero in the bed, after all, Heero always rose earlier than he did, every morning.  He trotted down the stairs and into the kitchen to find something to eat, hoping silently that Heero would be in the kitchen already.

Heero was in the kitchen, so were Quatre and Trowa, and it just so happened that Wufei and Sally had chosen that morning to visit.  Duo cursed them all silently for being in a social mood now, of all the days, but kept quiet and made himself something to eat.

“You took your time,” Wufei commented offhandedly as Duo sat at the table, sandwich and cup of coffee in hand, “did you get that drunk last night?”

“Actually,” Duo didn’t feel like starting a conversation, just taking Heero to somewhere more quiet and talking with him, “I wasn’t drunk at all, I just had a busy night.”

“Oh?” this, unfortunately, peeked Sally’s interest, “were you busy with somebody, if you get my meaning?”

“As a matter of fact, yes,” he took a huge gulp from his coffee, “but I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”

“Duo?” Quatre seemed taken aback by Duo’s attitude, “what’s wrong with you this morning?  Did something happen last night?  Do you want to talk or anything?”

“No, I’m sorry, it’s nothing, I’m just not feeling very talkative, that’s all, I didn’t mean to snap,” he was being nasty for no reason, there was always later, they wouldn’t stay all day, and anyway, there were lots of rooms in the house.

“No problem, I know someone else who can be like that sometimes…” Wufei, knowing exactly who she was talking about, feigned being insulted then, seeing the look on her face, leant over and kissed her on the cheek.

Heero got up suddenly without a word and left the room.  It was not unlike him to do something like that and nobody paid him any mind.  Duo, so as not to arouse suspicion, finished his breakfast amongst chatting and then wandered out to find him.  He eventually tracked him down in the music room sat at the piano staring out of the window.

“Hi,” Duo walked over and wrapped his arms around Heero’s shoulders, “what do you think?  We could tell them, but that would make it official, or we could just wait for a while, give ourselves time, we could even just wait until they figure it out on their own?”

Heero stroked the back of Duo’s hand absently, his fingers gently following the curves of Duo’s knuckles whilst he continued to stare out of the window at something which Duo couldn’t see, or didn’t see the significance of.  Duo waited patiently, knowing Heero and knowing that Heero would answer when he had an answer to give and when he was ready.  He suddenly grabbed Duo’s wrist tightly in his hand and stiffened in Duo’s arms.

“Maybe we should just let them figure it out for themselves?” there was an underlying tremor in Heero’s voice, “do you think this is wrong Duo?”

“What?  You mean the two of us?  Well Quatre and Trowa are pretty open about their relationship, now that I think about it, and anyway, homosexual couples are accepted now anyway, well pretty much.”

“No, I didn’t mean like that,” Heero seemed to be struggling with exactly what he did mean himself, “I don’t mean what other people think, since when did I ever care about that?  I mean, do you think that perhaps we’re too different, the two of us?  I think we’re almost exact opposites if there ever were any.”

“Opposites attract,” Duo chuckled, “have you never heard of that before?  I think it’s perfectly natural, besides, I’ve loved you for far too long to let you go now that I have you,” too late Duo realised what he had said and couldn’t take it back.

Heero stiffened in his arms again and Duo slumped, realising that he may have just lost Heero through his comment, “You do?” Heero twisted in his arms to face Duo and look him in the eyes, “how long?”

“Since… since the hospital, I guess, at least, that’s when it started,” he contemplated this for the first time himself, “I wouldn’t have usually gone in for someone like that, it was against every scrap of common sense that I actually had, but I did it anyway, and it wasn’t just because I needed a companion in the war either.”

“Sorry about that,” the corners of Heero’s mouth flicked at the memory, “I think I definitely owe an apology for that one.”

“You didn’t force me to come and get you, you don’t owe me anything,” Duo smiled and kissed him quickly on the lips.

“I didn’t mean for that,” the twitch at the corner of Heero’s mouth turned into a smile, “I stole parts from your gundam to fix my own, and after I had been so nasty to you as well, I liked you, and I was aware that I was forbidden to get attached to anyone.”

“Oh… that,” that was something that Duo had held against Heero for quite some time, “apology accepted, I won’t hold any grudges.”

Heero leaned up and kissed Duo deeply, sliding his hands up the back of Duo’s black shirt to run strong fingers across his back.  Duo’s hands went to Heero’s hair, running the strands through his fingers and grabbing at it in pleasure as fissions flew up his back from where Heero touched.  Heero seemed to be feeling something similar as little gasps kept escaping his lips every time their mouths parted. 

Duo grabbed at the bottom of Heero’s top, pulling it up.  Heero raised his arms, allowing Duo to pull it over his head and then did the same to Duo.  He could feel Duo running his hands over his back and chest.  He was doing this so rapidly that Heero wondered if it was possible that Duo only had two arms, he seemed to be touching everywhere at once, heating Heero’s skin with pleasure and making his groin stir again.

Duo started planting kisses along Heero’s neck, accentuating them with little nips here and there and making him moan with need.  That noise went straight to Duo’s groin and he pressed his erection against the inside of Heero’s thigh.  The contact made him ache and he began to loath the pants he was wearing for inhibiting direct contact.  He wrenched them off and began fumbling with the button at the top of Heero’s but found his fingers seemed to have lost all coordination.  A frustrated growl escaped his lips and Heero reached down, deftly undoing the pants himself and slipping them off.  Duo could now see the bulge under Heero’s cotton boxers and made a sound which closely resembled a purr, stroking the length through the material. 

Heero whimpered, digging his fingers into Duo’s shoulders and tipping back so he lay length-ways along the piano bench before he fell off it.  Duo was rather pleased with the noises Heero was making and bent to kiss him through the cotton, making Heero gasp and buck his hips upwards.  He smiled and pulled the boxers down over Heero’s hips and let them drop to the floor, looking down at Heero’s aching length and licking his lips.  Deciding to tease Heero a little first he rubbed his cheek along Heero’s member making him gasp and writhe beneath him. 

“Want something?” Duo looked up at him, smiling, and raised one eyebrow suggestively.

Heero whimpered and Duo laid his hand over his cock, his fingers fluttering but not taking hold of him.  He could feel Heero’s muscles tensing with need and felt his own become taught with the same feeling.  It occurred to him that he was the one doing everything, but this didn’t really bother him, Heero seemed so naive that he was enjoying teaching him. 

Duo used his index and middle finger to stroke up the underside of Heero’s member, applying just enough pressure to make Heero buck into his hand trying to find more.  He could hear Heero panting and gasping as if he was becoming desperate, so he grasped him in his hand and began to stroke, slowly and gently at first.

“Duo,” it was almost a plea and a demand all in one and Duo quickened the pace, removing his own boxers with his other hand and wrapping his fingers around his own aching erection to pleasure himself at the same time.

Stroking with both hands in sync he was soon panting along with Heero and he let his head fall back, his eyes closed as small moans escaped his lips to accompany Heero’s as waves of pleasure washed over him.  He imagined that it was Heero’s hand wrapped around his length and not his own, yipping at the pleasure the thought caused.  He could feel Heero pushing up into his hand with each stroke now, nearing his release, and knew his own was imminent as well.  He heard Heero gasp his name and scrabble at the piano bench with his hands, felt his warm seed spill over his hand and the note in Heero’s voice also sent him over the edge.  He moaned and almost collapsed onto the floor, allowing his other hand to drop and lay by his side.

He looked up at Heero, his vision still hazed with pleasure and smiled.  Heero was looking down at him sleepily.  He slid from the stool to sit beside Duo and lay his head on his shoulder.  They stayed like that for a few minutes until Duo began to feel the cold again.

“Want to take a shower?” he wondered if Heero would join him and hoped he would.

Heero nodded, not trusting his voice quite yet and dragged on his clothes, they would have to be washed anyway.

Duo did the same and wandered through to the bathroom, where he promptly removed them again and left them in a pile on the floor, where Heero’s soon joined them.  He turned on the water and put the heat up as high as he knew he could stand it, as he always did, and turned back to Heero who was still standing by the door looking at him.

Duo motioned for him to come closer and Heero stepped forward, wrapping his arms around him and holding him against his chest.  This, Duo hadn’t expected, so he just allowed it, leaning into Heero and wrapping his own arms round the taller boy.

“Thank you,” it was a whisper, but Duo still heard it, and smiled

“That’s alright,” he pulled back to look Heero in the eyes, “you’re not the only one who enjoys it you know.”

Duo could feel himself growing hard again and berated his sex-drive for being so over-active.  Heero must have felt it as well, for he reached down tentatively and placed his hand on Duo’s thigh.  Duo gulped and clung to Heero’s shoulders wondering if he was teasing him as payback for before.  Then he realised Heero was uncertain, he could feel his fingers fluttering reluctantly and his muscles twitch, unsure of his actions.

“It’s alright,” Duo stroked his shoulder blade with one hand, “you can touch.”

He took Heero’s hand, wrapping his fingers around his penis, leading him in the movement.  Heero soon became more daring and Duo put his hand back round Heero’s shoulders for support.  He knew from the way Heero’s shoulder muscles twitched that he was becoming hard again himself and he walked backwards, swallowing against the effort this simple movement took, and led Heero under the spray of the shower, closing the door behind them.

He then took hold of Heero’s cock, returning the favour, until they where both leaning against each other for support and gasping with each breath.  Duo reached behind Heero with his other hand, stroking the cheeks of his butt and running his fingers towards his entrance.  Heero didn’t seem to mind, so he took one of the shampoos down from the rack, coating his fingers with it and then dropping it as a wave of pleasure passed through him from Heero’s ministrations.  He willed himself not to cum just yet and used one finger to push inside Heero, the shampoo acting as lubricant.

Heero made a strange squeaking noise and stopped what he was doing, going completely still.  Duo cringed, had he just ruined everything?  He should have asked, but now he had to make it right.

“Trust me?” he implored, “I promise, I won’t hurt you.”

Heero looked uncertain, but nodded anyway.  He relaxed again and locked eyes with Duo for reassurance.  Duo smiled up at him, his eyes shining from under heavy chestnut lashes and held that gaze, stroking Heero’s back reassuringly as he began to stroke him inside, his own hips bucking slightly at the mere thought of the action he was performing.  As soon as he thought Heero was relaxed enough, he added a second finger, making Heero jump and place one hand against his shoulder, but he didn’t stop him and relaxed again almost immediately.  From his position against Heero’s chest, Duo could feel his breathing quicken and, after a few seconds he was pressing down against Duo’s fingers as eagerly as his tight muscles would allow.

By this point Duo was aching, the thought of the action that this was leading to was making him buck his hips every time he stroked Heero.  He laid his head gently on Heero’s shoulder, only breaking eye contact because Heero didn’t seem to mind what was going on at this point.  His head was tipped backwards against the tiles of the shower wall and his breath was coming in quick, short gasps with every movement of Duo’s fingers. 

Duo was aching so much that he had to do something about it or he felt as if he was going to explode.  He gently slipped his fingers out of Heero, who gave a slight whimper of loss and tipped his head back forward to look down on him again.  Duo placed his hands on Heero’s hips and gently pushed to try to turn him round.  Heero looked confused for a second, then realisation dawned across his face and he shook his head slightly, locking eyes with his chestnut-haired partner once more.  Duo looked back, a questioning in his eyes that stirred Heero to give an answer immediately that his breath would allow.

“Not if I can’t see you,” Heero gasped against the tightness in his chest, but managed some how to get the words out.

Duo’s face flashed with comprehension.  Heero wasn’t refusing to do anything with him; he just wanted to be able to see the fey boy’s face as he did so.  Now that wasn’t a problem.  And he smiled up readily at Heero to show him as much.  He moved his hand from where it still lingered between Heero’s legs and stroked along his partner’s length as he did so, making Heero illicit a gasp of longing as he did.  The brunette had allowed his head to tip back against the tiled wall of the shower once more, safe in the knowledge that Duo wasn’t going to make him look away. 

Duo stroked along his thighs, every muscle in his own body tightening as he heard Heero gasp for breath and felt him tremble under the caress.  He pushed lightly on his inner thighs to widen them a few inches and allow him better access, at which point he stepped forward against Heero and rubbed his own length along one of Heero’s thighs, one of Heero’s legs now between his own.  He could hear Heero gasping and feel him trembling all the while and wondered how much more of this Heero could take; how much more he himself could take.  His own breath was coming faster now, little gasps that hardly filled his lungs and begged him to do something to alleviate the whole tightening of his body that seemed to have afflicted him.  He looked up again to see Heero looking down on him, clear longing written in his prussian blue eyes and across his whole face.  This was the first time he had ever seen Heero so open about any emotion, and he longed to linger a little longer on the expression he himself had caused but the throb between his legs would not allow him to do so. 

He dipped his head to place his mouth against Heero’s shoulder, drawing his tongue along the curve between neck and shoulder and making Heero gasp again.  He felt Heero’s hands come up to take hold of his own shoulders, presuming they were for light support he paid them no heed until more weight began to be placed there.  He then felt Heero slip one leg around his hips and realised either Heero was not as naive as he had originally thought him to be or he had been doing some research, which he would not have put past him. 

Duo took hold of the backs of Heero’s thighs and lifted him gently until he was sitting on his hips, his legs wrapped round his waist and his arms round his neck.  He positioned perfectly above Duo’s length and it was all Duo could do not to press him back against the wall and just take him right away.  He did, however, place Heero’s back against the wall for support, rubbing against him so the lower portion of his stomach was massaging Heero’s groin.  Heero leant forward at this, placing his forehead against Duo’s shoulder and panting against his neck.  It sounded to Duo like he was trying to tell him something, a phrase which refused to be formed because of his lack of breath.  He swallowed against his own urge and waited.

“What? What is it my love?” his voice was thin and musky even to his own ears, barely high enough to be heard over the rush of the shower water still falling all around them, but Heero must have heard, or distinguished what was being said at least for he answered at length.

“I need…” he panted, coming to a halt undecidedly then regaining his courage and continuing, “in me… now.”

It was more a question or plea than an order, but whatever it was it was all the encouragement Duo needed.  He pressed forward into Heero gently, feeling and listening for any hint or sound that he was hurting the brunette.  Heero hissed but squeezed his shoulder encouragingly to let him know it was nothing to worry about.  Once fully seated, Duo let his head hang slightly and waited for Heero to adjust.  Apparently he waited too long for Heero’s liking.  The youth suddenly lifted himself using Duo’s shoulders as support and then dropped again, giving a soft moan of pleasure as he did so.  Duo’s breath caught in his own throat at that and he struggled momentarily to keep them both from toppling to the ground.  Having found his balance once again, he pressed Heero back against the shower wall, holding him there by his hips and slowly started to pick up an even rhythm, sliding in and out of Heero smoothly and making the other boy pant raggedly once more. 

He could feel Heero’s head roll against his shoulder, hear his uttered exclamations in his ear and feel his body over and around him, sending wave upon wave of pleasure crashing and colliding through his system until he could barely stand and had no recollection of where or what he was outside of this one act that he was performing. 

He could feel himself drawing close to his release and thrust all the more forcefully for it, his rhythm becoming quicker and not so balanced as it had been.  He could feel lightening flashes of pleasure zip through his body and hear someone gasping and moaning, whether it was himself or Heero or both he had no idea.  He suddenly felt Heero’s body jerk rigid, his whole being slamming upright as he came, shouting Duo’s name loudly and sending such a shockwave through the latter boy that he too felt the white hot pleasure run the length of his entire body and came. 

Duo just managed to keep to his feet long enough to have the presence of mind to sit gently before he fell.  He pulled them both back lightly under the water of the still streaming shower and held Heero against him tightly.  He could feel Heero’s pants racking his entire body and hear him gasp for air.  It only occurred to him after a moment’s dull reflection that he was doing exactly the same thing and could feel his heart slamming against his chest so hard it felt like it was going to break free. 

He stroked Heero’s slicken hair lightly as he regained his own breath, his heart gradually slowing to almost normal and his limbs feeling leaden with fatigue.  Heero had recovered slightly faster, or at least seemed to have done, and has stroking limp fingers along his spine by the time he deemed it safe to lift his own head. 

Heero was gazing down at him with a look of wonder written on his face that Duo had never seen there before.  He smiled reassuringly up at him, not trusting his voice just yet and was totally surprised when Heero smiled back with the most open and honest smile he could have hoped for. 

“I think we should finish off this shower before the water runs cold,” Heero’s voice wasn’t too steady yet but at least he was able to speak, “then we can head to your room and have a rest, what do you say to that?”

All Duo could manage in return, due to his fatigue and the shock of Heero’s smile, was a smile of his own and a weak nod, upon which Heero took it upon himself to clean and care for him as he seemed unable to do it for himself at that moment.