Pairing: Heero/Duo
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, fluff/sap
Notes: With inspiration from the ‘The Phantom of the Opera’
In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me
And speaks my name…
He smiled as he sung the words beneath his breath, bare feet padding upon the cold cobbled stones of the dark corridor. The sheer housecoat brushed against his naked flesh as he ran at a steady pace away from his pursuer. A light sheen of sweat broke out on his smooth skin as he made the turn around the corner. He stopped and looked behind, his long braid flipping from one shoulder to the other, in a rather nervous gesture.
“Hmmm….”
He spun around to continue, only to fight back a yelp of surprise at the tall figure before him.
And do I dream again
For now I find
The phantom of the opera is here
Inside my mind
A smirk came upon his features as the masked man flung his cloak aside with a flourish. He looked much taller within the shadows. The dark evening suit fit the slender body perfectly and beneath the top hat, the ‘phantom’s’ dark brown locks seemed to shimmer beneath the light of the moon. The dark guest took off his hat and gave a polite bow, dark blue eyes hidden beneath the white mask yet alight with mischief. He opened up his mouth to sing softly and it was a rich baritone that sent his listener shivering with anticipation.
Sing once again with me
Our strange duet
My power over you
Grows stronger yet
He reached out to tug on the loose belt around the other’s coat, a smile of victory coming to his lips as he watched the flimsy cloth drop to the ground. The braided man gasped in shock and tried to close it quickly – feigning shyness - but not before trembling in response to the look of lust upon his tormentor’s features. He took a step back and turned away even as his phantom continued to sing.
And though you turn from me
to glance behind
The phantom of the opera is there
Inside your mind
He began to run away again, the dark man’s taunting laughter haunting in the shadows as his feet pounded upon the icy stones. He stopped at the balcony and gasped again as he stared at the man already waiting for him. He staggered backwards weakly as the masked one came closer. He shook his head vehemently, eyes widening with silent plea as he found himself with nowhere else to go. His back was now pressed against a stone column and he knew he was trapped.
The phantom tossed away his hat, allowing his long brown locks to flutter before his face. He walked closer yet to his captive, a gloved hand reaching for the pale cheek before him to caress it gently. In a much softer tone, he began to sing again, smiling warmly as he listened to his companion join him for in silent surrender.
In all your fantasies you always knew
That man and mystery
Were both in you
The sensation of warm cloth, thanks to the glove, had the braided man moaning in wild abandon as they began to explore the contents beneath the flimsy night robe. He arched his neck, lashes fluttering closed as he felt his lover’s warm lips begin to trail hungry, wet and hot kisses along his exposed neck. The clothed fingers brushed against hardened nipples and the fair one mewled in delight at the sensation. The cloth slid off a slender shoulder and the darker one licked and nipped his way across the expanse of succulent flesh, left as an offering. He relished in the lusty sounds that erupted from his captive’s mouth and before long, his tongue had delved within the inviting entrance to claim it as his.
Sing for me…my angel…
A warm trail of saliva followed his questing tongue as they released the swollen lips to journey down the tightly clenched muscles of his torso and to the jutting piece of flesh that was already begging for attention. Through the mask, his eyes flashed with wicked intent. He squeezed the throbbing and swollen organ within a hand and watched the thick, pearly liquid ooze from its slit. He listened to his lover’s ragged breathing and he grinned.
Sing…my angel of music…
He teased and stroked. Pulled and caressed. Fondled and played for a while, as the glove became wet with his efforts. Finally thirsty enough, he began to drink to his fill. Strong but slender hands found their way into his brown hair and he redoubled his efforts. He closed his eyes and allowed the taste to fill his senses. Cinnamon, spice and everything nice. He could never ever get enough. He lifted his gloved hand towards his lover’s face and smiled around his tasty treat as the glove was pulled off with talented teeth.
Sing…for me…
He felt the tongue lap around his fingers and satisfied that they were wet enough, he withdrew…only to bury them deep within an opening so tight that the combined sounds of a choked gasp and a harsh cry were lost in the sounds of nightlife around them. He prodded and thrust, deep…deeper still till he could push no more – until his lover’s knees trembled with unsuppressed need.
He swallowed his much deserved nourishment – every hot, thick drop of it. He licked his lips and pulled away, only to turn his panting captive around quickly to hoist the gown above his waist. Cloth upon naked flesh. Bare hands upon naked flesh. The braided one shook in agony at the dual sensations, thrusting wantonly against his lover – needing to be taken now.
The prepared entrance quivered in eagerness, pink and oh so inviting. Perhaps, he would have a taste, the phantom figured and closing his eyes, he buried his tongue within it - laughing to himself as he noticed that his lover was holding on tightly to the column for dear life.
But he was an impatient man and he could wait no longer. The temptation was now too great to pass up. He rose to his feet and allowed his aching flesh its release into the cool night air. Placing a both hands upon his lover’s slender waist, he leaned forward and thrust.
And oh, what beautiful music his lover finally made.
Their rhythm was a bit off key at first, but slowly – with each thrust that seemed to go deeper and deeper each time – they finally established a pace that had them straining to find just the perfect pitch. Their pants became moans. Their moans became combinations of groans, whimpers and harshly whispered and fevered words of love and lust. Their bodies heaved in tandem and seemed to become one as their silent music grew to a rousing crescendo.
Sing my angel of music!
With twin cries of release, they fell back to earth in a tangle of boneless limbs and flushed bodies. The braided one smiled lazily and reached for the mask to take it off gently.
“Damn…Heero…”he whispered thickly with a lick of his lips, feeling as if he never wanted to leave this position ever. “That was…incredible.”
The dark-haired boy blushed lightly and smiled in response. “I’m glad you liked it, Duo. It’s a bit of an over kill in the role playing though…”
“Are you kidding?” Duo chided with a happy but weary laugh as he wrapped his arms tightly around his lover’s waist. “We’re still going to play Sleeping Beauty next time, right? You promised.”
“Duo…” Heero protested weakly, although any and all arguments he might have had flew out the window as he felt Duo’s lips upon his again.
To be honest, this night had turned out to be a great one after all. It wouldn’t kill him to do it all over again now, would it?
He would just have to try to convince Duo to become the fair princess again for Heero wasn’t sure he could handle being in a dress just yet.
~The End~
Gundam Wing Fiction
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