CHAPTER ELEVEN:

The faint sounds of tree branches whipping against windowpanes did little to hide the low pants and sounds of rapid breathing in the dimly lighted room. In the quiet stillness and shadows, two bodies trembled with the enormity of what was to take place. Bodies pressed against each other. Naked to clothed skin. From head to toe, no inch separating them, hands were held as they stared into each other’s eyes.

“You are trembling,” Heero murmured, his lips barely breathing out the words against the moist warmth before him. “We need to get you out of that ugly suit.”

Duo gave a shaky laugh. “This is a five thousand dollar suit, you know. I don’t think you should be…”

A lean finger was immediately pressed against his lips, silencing his nervous rambling. Unable to control himself, Duo darted out his tongue to taste the slightly salty skin. A low moan of delight escaped Heero’s lips as Duo eagerly accepted the lone digit into his waiting mouth. Closing his eyes, he clasped the strong hand within his and intensified his sucking motions, obviously showing Heero what this finger could possibly represent…later on. Heero felt his entire body spring to attention as Duo’s sucking motions continued in earnest. God, it was only his hand and yet he felt like he was going to explode at any minute. It wasn’t helping that the braided boy emitted low sounds of enjoyment from his throat as his head bobbed up and down. Just as he was about to tell Duo to stop, those breathtaking violet eyes suddenly opened to reveal a look that bordered on pure lust. Heero growled softly at the sight and in a swift move, he pulled Duo’s head up and away from his saliva-coated finger to finally claim the full waiting lips.

Duo almost lost his footing as Heero plunged his heated tongue into his mouth. However, his quick reflexes caught Duo in time as he found himself pressed tightly against the naked and throbbing length of the sinewy body before him. A strong arm gripped his waist, while the other reached for the tip of the long braid. Duo barely felt the small hair band snap or the way Heero’s fingers worked through the braid, loosening its strands in rapid motions. Before long, the long mass of chestnut hair cascaded in a silken flow around them, causing Heero to gasp at the feel and luxuriousness of it. Duo whimpered softly as Heero pulled away from him. His eyes still closed, he tried to reach for Heero’s lips again, but had to quickly open them, as no move was forthcoming. He stared with growing panic at the brown-haired boy. Had he done something wrong? Maybe he was not kissing him right. Duo was a bit ashamed to tell Heero that he hadn’t exactly gone all the way with a guy before. And he didn’t want to seem like a fish out of water on his first time.

Licking his swollen lips, he brushed aside a few strands of loose hair and managed to croak out the question. “Heero? Is...is…umm…is everything alright?”

Thinking he was never going to be answered, Duo was just about to give up; when those Prussian depths shimmered with something he couldn’t quite define. His heart almost stopped beating, as Heero came closer to cup his face within his hands. The next words from Heero’s lips, made his heart sing with unabashed joy.

“Everything is…perfect, Duo.”

Lips were crushed against each other, tongues dancing with wanton delight again as young bodies trembled in anticipation. Pulling away, leaving Duo whimpering in disappointment which was quickly turned to a gasp of confusion as he found himself now facing the standing mirror in the room.

“What…what are you doing, Heero?” he asked shakily.

Heero’s face crept over his shoulder and rested upon it, their faces flushed with excitement. His hands wrapped themselves around Duo’s waist as he pressed the lean body against his. And in a voice that sent shivers of desire down his spine, Heero whispered huskily against Duo’s ear.

 “I want to see you naked, Duo.”

The Maxwell heir could only nod in mute agreement as Heero began the erotic striptease. He readily complied as the black jacket was shrugged off his shoulders and dropped to the floor. Nimble fingers found his white shirt buttons and began to loosen, each one coming undone, revealing a smooth and evenly tanned skin beneath. The shirt was soon a companion to the jacket on the floor, as Duo now stood in only his dress pants. A small frown crossed Heero’s face as he noticed the locket around the other boy’s neck. Reaching for it with shaky fingers, he opened it and read the inscriptions.

“My cousin…Peter. He…he…” Duo tried to mutter out.

Heero nodded in understanding, his own locket seeming to blaze with warmth against his own skin. Their eyes met again in the mirror as a slight shiver coursed through them. “I can feel them…somehow…I can…”

“Hai. I know, Duo.” His hands made their way slowly towards Duo’s belt, quickly unbuckling and unzipping at the same time. In mere seconds, Duo had kicked away the offending garment and now stood in silk black boxers, his face now a wonderful red hue. He couldn’t believe a simple task of undressing could be this…

“You are beautiful, Duo,” Heero murmured again, his lips licking the tiny beads of sweat that lined Duo’s neck and jaw. A light nip on his earlobe caused Duo to gasp, his eyes darting to the sudden swell within his shorts. His arousal was getting quite painful now and he could feel that Heero was no better at hiding his. He had to spread his legs apart a little to accommodate the throbbing length, and with a low moan, he ground himself against Heero, the accompanying groan of approval making him bold in his efforts. Duo trembled as Heero slid his hands into his shorts, the solid warmth stroking the turgid flesh in slow strokes. He whimpered as he felt himself leak slowly into Heero’s palms. He didn’t want to come like this, this time. He wanted to…

“Heero…I want…”

The Japanese boy nodded in understanding. He watched with hooded eyes as Duo stepped out of his boxers, tossing it to the floor in a flippant move. He almost chuckled at how self-conscious and utterly vulnerable the longhaired boy looked at the moment. Gone was the brash and loud-mouthed Maxwell, who could and would probably charm the pants off a baby. Instead a coy, almost shy and quite red-faced Duo stood before him, the long hair cascading around his finely toned physique in a way that bordered on pure ethereal beauty. In a simple gesture that spoke volumes, Heero held out his hand…waiting. Duo needed no second bidding. Walking up to the brown-haired boy, he stuck his own hand within the warm grasp, a mewling sound of delight escaping his lips as their heated bodies were crushed against each other. Heero ran his fingers through the long tresses, his lips murmuring sweet nothings into Duo’s ear, trailing soft featherlike kisses down his cheek and jaw… any part of his skin left exposed. And before the longhaired boy could reason, he found himself lying on Heero’s black bed sheets, the soft feel of the silky smoothness doing more to arouse his body even further.

Heero continued his exploration of the elfin creature before him, his mouth leaving the face to work on the arched neck. He flicked out a ready tongue, lapping at the light sheen of sweat that had covered Duo’s body. The heady combination of salt and skin caused him to groan, his hands reaching down to caress the heaving torso beneath. Duo’s breath came out in ragged gasps as deft fingers gently brushed against highly sensitized nipples. A jerk and whimper was emitted from Duo’s mouth as that magical tongue quickly replaced the fingers. Sinking his hands into the already tousled hair, Duo bucked up sharply as Heero’s teeth grazed against them. The wet suckling sounds drove him to the brink of insanity; his eyes now squeezed shut as the exquisite torment continued. He could feel Heero’s torso rub against his stiff shaft and he could swear he was close to having an orgasm right there and then. A soft moan of disappointment was followed as Heero left the wet and hardened nubs to kiss the flat stomach. He raised his eyes to stare at the flushed and lust-filled eyes of his lover, a slow smile of satisfaction crossing his face as he noticed his handiwork. Duo was already leaking and pinning his eyes on the violet ones before him, he scooped off the warm creamy liquid and with deliberate slowness, licked off each finger, a sound of enjoyment rumbling out of his throat. Duo could not take the sight any longer. Heero was driving him crazy.

About to get up to pull Heero back down to his unsatisfied body, he found himself pushed back onto the bed, his eyes widening as Heero rose above to straddle him. Shaking his head at Duo’s impatience, he lowered himself and in a swift thrust, ground their arousals against one another, causing Duo to scream at the incredible sensation. Heero arched his back, his eyes tightly shut as they rubbed aching and swollen shafts together. He felt like screaming himself. Never had he felt such pleasure and pain at once. Opening up glazed eyes, he noticed that Duo now had a trail of tears cascading down his cheeks. A small sense of panic filled him as he wondered if he had hurt the other boy, but his fears were quickly put to the side as Duo pleaded in a voice that was barely recognizable.

“He…Heero…pl…please…I don’t…don’t want…to…to cum…like…like…this…Please…I…”

His words were silenced as Heero seized his lips in another soul searing kiss. Duo could feel Heero cup his balls and fondle them slowly, his own hands needing to feel the other boy’s as well. Duo ran his fingers down Heero’s sweat slicked back towards the taut cheeks, his hand reaching into the tiny opening behind. He felt Heero jerk and then pull away. “What…?”

“Wait…”

Heero jumped off the bed and ran towards his dresser, opening up drawers to search for something. Duo could see the other boy’s hands tremble as he rummaged and threw out things that got in his way. After what seemed to be an eternity for both of them, a whispered ‘yatta’ came from Heero’s angle. He jumped back unto the bed and held out the small tube for Duo to see.

“To make it easier,” Heero explained. Duo nodded numbly, he hadn’t done this before and quite frankly his nerves were threatening to get the better of him. He was going to choke. He was going to give up and embarrass them both. He was going to…

“Ah! What are you doing?”

Heero blinked and stared at the puzzled look on Duo’s face. “Haven’t you done this before?” he asked in bewilderment.

Duo flushed and turned his head to the side. “Well, sorry for disappointing you. I don’t usually go around sleeping with every guy I meet. I guess you want to stop now…right?” The crack in his voice unwillingly showed his hurt. If Heero quit now…he didn’t know what he would do.

He was, however, pleasantly surprised at the low chuckle and feel of those amazing lips at his neck from Heero. “Forgive me. It’s just that…I thought…” He raised his head and stared into those breathtaking violet eyes (which at the moment looked even darker…almost making it black). “I am your first.” He finished in a voice that bordered on awe. And lowering his lips to claim Duo’s again, he whispered huskily. “I promise to be gentle, koi. I can’t promise you that it won’t hurt, but I can at least make it one experience you will never forget.”

Duo idly wondered what ‘koi’ meant, but he would have to figure that out later, for at the moment, Heero’s already lubed fingers were slowly making their way into his virgin opening. He found himself tensing at the invasion, but Heero’s lips against his, coaxed him to relax as the digits slowly forced their way into him. Duo wiggled and hissed as he felt Heero brush against his inner walls. He could feel a third finger going in and this time, he had to shut his eyes and take deep breaths as Heero encouraged him to let go.

“Heero…I…I…don’t think…oh my god!!” His eyes widened as the fingers brushed against something deep within him. That spot was touched again and Duo couldn’t trust himself to speak. Heero seemed to know that he had found that special place, for he continued to maul the sensitive area ruthlessly, his fingers working faster as Duo panted and thrust against him. “Do you like that, Duo?” he asked thickly, his own self-control slipping at the wanton look on the longhaired boy’s face. Duo could only nod. This was too much for him. He bit his lower lip, trying to stop from screaming again as Heero withdrew his fingers. He watched through hooded eyes as Heero’s shaking hands lubed his aching arousal, before gently prodding the prepared opening.

“Duo…are…” he began in a voice that was nothing like the self-assured one Duo was used to. Heero sounded like he was in need. He was actually pleading for Duo’s consent and at that moment, Duo felt the force of an emotion so strong, that it rendered him incapable of expressing it in mere words. Reaching upwards, he pulled the Japanese boy’s head closer and staring into Prussian depths that burned with desire, he replied with a groan. “Yes, Heero…I am ready.”

Lips battled against each other, as Heero began to push the throbbing flesh into the waiting warmth. They had to release each other for air, as the intense feeling of his swollen shaft within the silken tightness and heat, threatened to drive them insane. They both paused to get a feel for each other, their eyes never looking away from the other. In silent acceptance, Heero began to move again, his thrusts going slow as he waited for Duo to join in the rhythm. His strokes became faster as Duo whimpered in encouragement. Needing no second bidding, Heero withdrew till only the tip of his shaft was inside, before giving his lover a smirk and plunging in to hit that sensitive spot dead-on. Duo’s shriek of pleasure was music to Heero’s ears (make that shrieks of pleasure) for Heero continued to withdraw and thrust in rapid succession, causing Duo to rip tiny holes into his sheets (as he had been clutching them tightly all this time).  Heero pounded faster into the writhing body beneath him, his mind going hazy as he gripped Duo’s shaft to pump in time to his thrusts. He could feel Duo about to reach his orgasm and wanting to prolong it further, he gently squeezed the base of the hard length, causing Duo to groan at the denial. As if in retaliation to Heero’s move, Duo did something he had read about in his many collections of sex education books. Smirking at the panting boy above him, he suddenly squeezed his inner muscles, watching in satisfaction as Heero gasped in disbelief at the sensation. Panting out a weak ‘tit for tat, Yuy’, he was quickly rendered speechless again as Heero took up the silent challenge and intensified his thrusting motions. By this time, Duo was a mass of quivering flesh and nerves. Heero had not allowed him to cum yet and it wasn’t helping that his prostate kept getting pounded on mercilessly.

“Oh, god! Please…Heero! I’m begging you! I can’t take it anymore!”

Heero, to be honest, was at breaking point as well and giving Duo’s length one hard stroke, he released it and watched in amazement as Duo tensed and then spurted in thick torrents. The creamy warmth coated their stomachs and thighs, Duo screaming out his final release as he clenched his inner muscles again. This time, Heero finally let out his own cry of completion, the final squeeze on his organ causing him to spurt his seed within the pliant body beneath him. For long moments, their bodies throbbed and spasmed with their orgasmic bliss, Heero having collapsed limply upon Duo at this point. Breaths were strained and harsh as they tried to gather it back, eyes glazed and wide-eyed with wonder and…

Heero laid his head against the solid chest, his ears drinking in the sound of the steady and now calm heart beat. Their hands were now clasped together and he was still buried deep within Duo’s body. He never wanted to leave. His heart sang with a joy that he could never and would never probably express in words. He wondered if this had meant the same to Duo as it had meant to him. He couldn’t deny it any longer if he tried to. He had fallen for the Maxwell heir and he was probably going to die for this.

He listened to the steady rhythm of Duo’s even breathing. Raising his head, he saw that the other boy had indeed fallen asleep. His face a picture of innocence that completed the mass waves of chestnut hair that flowed around him. Feeling that strong surge of emotion again, he reluctantly withdrew from the tight heat and snuggled against Duo, pulling the covers over them as he felt the pull of sleep that came with satiation wash over him. He placed an arm around the lean waist and pulled Duo close to his body, his face buried within the silken locks. And with one final prayer, thanking his cousin for giving him the strength, he fell into dreamless sleep.

~&~&~&~&~

It shouldn’t have happened. It had all been one big mistake that he had had to live with for the better part of his life. For one glorious moment in time, he had felt…free…

*~*~*~

“Do you know what this is, David?”

“No, sir.” The seven year old stared in complete adoration at the older man before him. He wanted to be like this man when he grew up. He wanted to be as confident and as self-assured. He wanted to be the best Maxwell that ever lived. He wanted to be his father.

“This, David, is a book of pornography. Do you know what pornography is?”

The boy blinked. He didn’t, but from the picture it looked…bad. “Is it bad, father?”

The face took on a grave and serious look. Its lines etched with a fierce intensity. “Listen to me, son. This is no ordinary book. This is a book about boys. Boys who do naughty things. Things that our dear Mother Mary would cringe in fear at. This is a violation of our faith. Are you a good catholic, David? Have you been praying to Our Blessed Mother everyday?”

The boy felt a tinge of fear creep up his spine. Why was his father staring at him in that way? He had always said his prayers. He was that devout at so young an age. “Yes, dad. I have said my prayers every night.”

“Good. I want you to look at this book, David. I want you to see the evils that are in this book. I want you see, because if you ever dare perform these acts in your lifetime, at least as I am still alive, you will be flogged. Do you understand me? Do you want to feel pain, son?”

The boy shook his head fervently. “No…no…father…I will be good. I promise.”

“Good, my son. I have faith in you. I know you will never let me down.”

David Maxwell had taken the book…and he had studied.

TEN YEARS LATER:

David stared blankly at his friends. A dare. They were daring him to actually go out of town for some fun without his bodyguards in tow. Yes, David Maxwell had two guys who trailed his every move. According to his father…for safety precautions. There had been too many deaths lately.

“So, Davy? Whaddaya say? Feel up to the challenge? Think you can ditch the suits?”

David found himself nodding before he could stop himself. “Yeah, no problem. I will meet you guys by the club tonight. No big deal.”

A spatter of light laughter followed his remark and he found himself getting angry. They didn’t think he could do it. Well, he was going to show them all. And with a determined growl, he stomped off to his dorm room to make his plans for escape.

Eleven o’clock at night, found David Maxwell with two drunk and passed out guards and one sexy little number on his person. The guys had told him to dress appropriately and so he had gone to the nines for the big event. Big, for it would be the first time he was actually out on his own without those intimidating looking men ten feet behind him. He pulled his trench coat over his black leather clad hips and legs and silk white shirt. He wondered what his father would say if he saw him like this. Stifling a chuckle and hiding the worry that threatened to snap his nerves, David leapt out of his window and landed lithely on the paved sidewalk. Brushing his hand through unruly brown bangs, he took a deep breath and headed for Club Enigma.

“Looking good, Maxwell! Hot stuff!”

The young man found himself blushing from head to toe, as he stood within the noisy mayhem of the bustling club. His friends had not left him alone since he had taken the damn coat off. Leers and crude remarks had been thrown his way and try as hard as he might to get angry at them, he instead, felt a surge of power at how much his presence seemed to garner a lot of attention. This was not the usual awe of being a Maxwell, but the awe of someone who was well-dressed and quite the looker to boot. He felt…powerful.

He picked up another passing glass of champagne, his body swaying gently to the loud music. His eyes darted across the crowded room searching for suitable prey. Heheh…prey. God, he was getting drunk. He had refused to really dance with anyone. It was as if he were waiting for someone and that someone was…staring at him right now with dark eyes that flashed with unconcealed interest. David blinked and shook his head. Yep, the guy was definitely looking at him. Mystery boy/man, was not dancing much. He was just leaning against a wall, his hands stuffed into pockets of dark denim jeans, unruly dark brown hair caressing a devilishly handsome face. David felt his breath quicken and his groin stir as their eyes remained locked. He had a feeling he ought to know this boy. Had a feeling he wasn’t supposed to be looking at this boy, either. Had a feeling that he was…getting too damn drunk, for the next thing he knew, he was walking towards Mr. Mystery boy/man.

The stoic boy (he deduced that from his close position, realizing how young and close to his age he looked), had not moved away from his position and David didn’t really care. His brain buzzed with the low hum of alcohol, his face breaking into the trademark loopy grin of the Maxwells. Turning on the mega-charm, he leaned close to the other boy, his lips inches away from the now tightened ones before him. He, idly noticed that Mr. Mystery boy was pretty tense. David decided that it was time to loosen him up. And before he could lose his nerve, he pressed his lips against the warm ones before him, his mind registering that mystery boy tasted…pretty damn good.

/ Naughty boys doing bad…bad…things. /

He darted out his tongue to beg for an entrance. Mystery boy hadn’t even lifted a hand to touch nor was he responding to the kiss. If anything, he seemed frozen. David whimpered in defeat and was just about to pull away, when he felt the light hands on his hips. His eyes widening with shock and giddy pleasure, he smiled stupidly at the still passive face before him. He moved closer again and expecting the same closed mouth experience, he was thrilled to find his tongue finding the warm recesses of mystery boy’s mouth. The hands on his hips tightened and he mewled in delight as he felt their bodies press against each other in slow erotic motions. He dropped his now empty glass to the floor and wrapped his arms around the strong neck, a groan escaping his lips as he felt their erections throb against each other. The kiss deepened and their bodies swayed to the music.

/ Doing really bad things…boys…/

“Let’s go,” came the rushed whisper. David could only nod as he was pulled roughly towards the exits. His drunken mind could barely make out their surroundings, his entire focus being on the delectable creature before him. He wanted this boy. Needed him.

Was it minutes or hours? He couldn’t tell. But he did know that he was somehow in a motel room and that his clothes were being peeled off and that he was experiencing something so unimaginable and incredible, that several orgasms later, he lay sated, cuddled against the strong warmth, not believing anything that had happened.

He opened his eyes and blinked at the sudden brightness. Where was he? Why was his head pounding? Why did his mouth taste funny? Why was he sticky? And why the hell was there an ache in his groin area? His answers were soon answered as the sound of a toilet flushing reached his ears. He grabbed the sheets and wrapped them hastily around his waist, his eyes darting fearfully to the bathroom door.

Oh, please don’t let it be some prostitute. That he couldn’t afford to pay for at the moment. He had no cash on him. The door creaked open slowly and David felt his heart stop at the sight before him. It wasn’t a prostitute. It wasn’t even a girl! It was…it was…

 FUCK!!

A tense silence filled the room as both enemies stared at each other. David tried to say something, but he found himself unable to speak. He couldn’t believe the stupidity of the situation. If he wasn’t already in deep shit as it was, he was likely to burst out in hysterical laughter at any minute. He found himself stiffening as the Yuy walked up to the only chair in the room and proceeded to slip into his black shirt. David found himself, unwillingly, admiring the well-toned muscles and lean hips. He could make out the faint scratches on the bronzed back and he blushed as he realized that he must have done that.

/ In the heat of passion…boys doing bad things…/

He coughed nervously and tried to say something again. “Umm…I…”

He was quickly interrupted as a harried knock was heard on the door. “Open the door, or we will break it down!”

David felt his blood drain out of his face. His bodyguards! They had found him! He darted a quick glance at his silent companion, noticing how tense his own body was. David licked his lips and was just about to get off the bed, when the door was suddenly thrust wide open. The two bodyguards staggered in with their weapons out stretched directly pointing it at the motionless figure.

“Has he tried anything on you, Master David?!” One of the guards asked venomously. “You just say the word and it is done, sir!”

David spared a glance at his companion. “I…he…”

“Is that blood?!!” The second guard bellowed out in fury, as he noticed the stains on the sheets. So that was why he hurt all over, David mused silently. His thoughts were soon cut off, as he heard the scuffle. Raising his head up, he stared in mute horror as the guards had now taken the liberty of inflicting their brand of punishment on the still silent boy.

“Stop it! Stop it this minute! That is an order!!” David cried out, as he struggled to get out of the rumpled sheets. “He hasn’t done anything!!”

“Or hasn’t he?”

Everyone in the room froze at the cold voice. David wanted to die. He closed his eyes and was unable to stop the well of tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks. His father was here. His father had come to pass his judgment. The pain. He could already feel the pain.

“Father…please…I…”

SLAP!

“Silence, you worthless fool! Is this the way I trained you?! To become a fucking faggot to ODIN YUY?! Tell me son…tell me he forced you into this. Tell me that you did not initiate this sickening act.”

David stole a glance at the bleeding boy crouched on the floor, the dark eyes blazing with hate and some other unreadable emotion. David didn’t blame Odin for giving him that look, for what he was about to say would give him more cause to be hated. Closing his eyes, he turned his face away and whispered painfully.

“He…he started it. He for…force…forced me here…”

He could here the sound of relief that came out of his father’s lips and he felt sick at the thought. He stiffened as he felt the strong hands place themselves on his shoulders. “Come now, son. Let us go home. Odin will be taken care of.”

David raised panic-stricken eyes to the pale ones before him. “Please…please don’t hurt him, Dad.”

A frown was all he got in response, as he was pulled to his feet. “Whatever you say, son. Whatever you say.”

~*~*~*~

David never saw Odin face-to-face again after that incident. Oh, they had to deal with seeing each other in the news and the competition had been fiercer after that than ever. But David had had to live with the guilt. He had almost gotten Odin killed and over something that had been his fault entirely. Groaning weakly, he gulped down the bitter tasting drink and grimaced. It had been a one-night thing. No feelings attached. One spur of the moment drunken stupor that was now nothing more than a blurry image in his mind. Although, he did remember having a journal where he had written all of his thoughts and things that had happened to him. He wondered what had happened to it…

Sighing heavily, he got off his lonely perch from the patio. It was still dark outside, the rains having stopped sometime ago. The guests were gone and Eleanor lay fast asleep in the large bed behind him. He walked over to the mini-bar and refilled his cup, his mind churning.

I am a coward. A fucking hypocrite. I cannot face up to my mistakes. Could not face up to my mistakes.

What was he doing? Why was he repeating the entire circle again? He had always wanted to be like his father. And it seemed like he had gotten his wish. His eyes fell upon the small frame that held the family portrait. He stared with pained eyes at the smiling long-haired boy in the picture.

Duo…my only boy… what am I doing to you?


 

 He couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was going on between Duo and that other boy. And for the first time in his adult life, David Maxwell didn’t feel in control anymore. He felt…powerless.

~&~&~&~&~&~

Duo dreamt of hot lips and sweet kisses. He sneezed lightly as a strand of hair flicked against his nose. Creaking lazy eyes open, he stared fuzzily at the furniture across him. This wasn’t his room. He blinked and tried to move, before stiffening as he felt the strong arms tighten around him. A furious blush crept up his neck to his face as memories of last night rushed to his mind. He licked still swollen lips as he felt Heero’s solid heat and still, oddly enough, arousal brush lightly against the curve of his cheeks. He wondered if Heero was awake. Waiting for several gut-wrenching minutes, he finally deduced that the brown-haired boy was indeed still dozing, by the steady rhythm of his breath. Twisting around carefully, so as not to awaken him, Duo stared with eyes that were filled with amazement at the serene and breathtaking look on the usually stoic features. Heero looked years younger, the lines of worry and fatigue erased completely. Duo wished he could wake up every morning to this sight, and feeling a bit daring, he leaned closer to brush his lips against the slightly parted ones before him. He shifted backwards a bit as he noticed the small frown and then mumble that escaped the other boy’s mouth, before falling back to silence again.

This is too perfect…

Smirking in delight, Duo decided to continue his sinful exploration. Darting out his tongue, he trailed a line of kisses down the strong jaw and neck, smiling softly as Heero turned onto his back and thrust up blindly to the sensation. Grateful for the more comfortable position, Duo moved his lips towards hardened nipples, taking the tiny nubs into his mouth and sucking gently on them. Heero gasped and groaned again, his eyes still closed as he reached, unconsciously, for Duo’s head, silently urging him on. Duo’s smile widened as he moved unto the muscles of Heero’s torso, which clenched and unclenched in tension. He dipped his tongue into Heero’s belly button as his hands trailed onwards to caress the lean thighs. He could clearly smell the sweet scent of their combined ejaculations from last night. The tell-tale signs still etched on their skin. Nuzzling against the swollen sac between his legs, he licked and nipped the hardened piece of flesh. The salty and slightly bitter taste of their cum filling his senses. With a low moan, he licked the tip of the swollen head, a drop of pre-cum lubricating his aching tongue. He toyed with the slit, his eyes lifting up to notice Prussian blue depths now staring at him. Smirking again in satisfaction at having woken the other boy up, he quickly engulfed the entire length into his mouth, causing Heero to buck up sharply and hiss in a sharp breath at the sensation.

“Oh, Kami…Duo!”

The satisfying and erotic sight of that mass of chestnut-colored hair bobbing up and down between his legs, almost sent him over the edge. His breath became haggard and harsh, his hands sinking into the silken mass, needing to feel Duo’s lips against his again. With a tug of demand, Duo released the swollen skin with a final wet sucking sound and moved upwards to claim Heero’s lips in a bruising kiss. This was neither gentle nor romantic, instead, it held a tone of desperation. As if knowing that they had little time left to complete their union. Daylight would come soon and the real world would have to set back in, but for now…

“Duo…” Heero panted against his lips. “Fuck me…now.”

“The lube…we need the…”Duo tried to say, but was quickly silenced by Heero’s fingers.

He frowned at the slight shake from Heero. “You want it…dry? Isn’t that going to hurt?”

Heero nodded and cupped Duo’s face within his hands. “Hai…I want to feel pain, Duo. Maybe…it will help me in a way, you know?”

Duo had no clue on how it was to help Heero, but he didn’t want to hurt him either. “Heero…”

Another swift kiss silenced Duo’s protests and releasing each other for air, violet and blue clashed in silent understanding. At that moment, they both wanted to say the very words that would probably damn them to hell, but that huge block of family seemed to stand in their way. Hoping that his entire heartfelt emotion was etched in his voice, he murmured out Heero’s name, as he gently began the slow thrust into the unprepared opening. He stiffened and stopped as Heero hissed sharply, his handsome face now lined with pain. “I will stop, Heero. You just say the word and I will…”

“No…go on. I can take it.” He bucked against Duo again, silently telling him to continue. Duo thrust in again. Heero’s heat and tightness almost making him pass out in ecstasy. The feel of his inner walls caressing his swollen shaft was mind-blowing in itself. Stopping again, as Heero’s breath became one of pain, he waited patiently for Heero to urge him on. A strained gasp of ‘go on’ sent Duo moving once more. Reaching to his hilt, he stopped and stared into Heero’s face. Tears of pain were beginning to trickle down his face, although a small smile was etched on his lips. “I think I am ready now,” he murmured. Duo nodded and withdrew slowly, before plunging back in. He hadn’t quite mastered the technique of hitting Heero’s prostate yet, but he was a quick learner and he was determined to make this as good for Heero as his had been. Grunting softly with each thrust, he felt Heero’s pained gasps slowly become pants of need. The sweat coursed down their skins as their movements became more frantic and rapid. Duo was beginning to get a hang of their rhythm, when he finally hit that pleasure spot, watching in acute fascination as Heero’s eyes widened and then shut tightly as the sensation flooded his being. Duo raised one of Heero’s legs a bit higher and shifted slightly causing him to focus his thrusts against the sensitive area. Heero finally lost the fight to control his emotions, for a series of whimpers, groans and finally a loud cry of delight escaped his mouth. Duo got a hold of Heero’s shaft and pumped in time to his thrusts, their dual cries of approaching completion filling the room.

Pulling Duo’s head towards him, they kissed each other deeply, bodies tensing as an amazing kaleidoscope of colors blurred their visions. Heero’s cry of release was quickly followed by the sharp yell from Duo. Their essence spurting out within and around their slick bodies. Falling limply to the bed, they wrapped arms and legs around each other, exchanging light kisses and murmuring words that made no sense to them whatsoever. They just needed to feel each other for the time being. That was all that mattered.

Heero placed a light kiss on Duo’s forehead, his fingers reaching out to brush back some loose hair strands. Hands reached and clasped each other in a tight grip, eyes never wanting to part away from each other. Duo tried to say the words, but found them lodged somewhere in his throat. He could still see his father’s face, begging and pleading with him. He suddenly felt like crying.

Oh, god, Heero…there is so much I want to tell and share with you, but there is still that thing between us. That thing that will never go away.

“It isn’t fair,” he managed to croak out huskily, his eyes blurring with tears.

Heero nodded and kissed away the tears, his own eyes burning with unshed ones. “It is never fair, is it, koi? For as long as our parents are alive…it would never be fair…”

And leaving the ominous threat hanging between them, born and sworn enemies closed their eyes and slept together as…lovers.