You'll say you understand, but you don't understand
You'll say you'd never give up seeing eye to eye
But never is a promise, and you can't afford to lie…
-
Fiona Apple
/***/ - denotes past thoughts
or memories
Warning –
Lemon
Rating –
NC-17
Eleven:
Delicate feet beat a light staccato tempo against the
plush rug.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Long slender legs – an exotic
brown that was oddly reminiscent of a relative, led up to the V between slender
thighs to curvy hips that were enclosed in nothing more than white lace
panties. A bare midriff would meet one’s gaze, revealing a flat and well-toned
torso that gave the pert and quite full breasts an added lift. A loose white
tank top covered these however, as they swayed gently in rhythm to the hypnotic
beat. A slender neck arched as the dull bass of the music filled her ears and
before long, pink-tinted lips parted to burst into song as the lithe body began
its wild dance around the room.
Long locks of silky black
framed the beautiful face as she whirled around the large bedroom. She sang off
key, but she didn’t care. This was what music was all about.
Just following the rhythm with all your soul…
He was being cradled like a
child, but he didn’t care. His arms wrapped around the strong neck, his eyes
closed as he listened to the soothing rhythm of the older man’s heartbeat. It
was music to his ears - the solid strength that was Duo Maxwell.
But he was afraid…a little
bit afraid. What would happen next? What would he do now? Was this really the right
thing to do? Could he bear to look at the older man’s face in the morning
without giving away his real emotions? Why was Duo doing this with him?
I wanted to…I want to…
Did the teacher realize the
full implications of taking this huge leap?
I forced him.
He felt the silky smoothness
of Duo’s bed sheets against his back and he finally opened up his eyes,
horrified to find his face flaming red with embarrassment at the look in the
teacher’s eyes.
In my dreams…you are always so sure, so ready, so in
love with me. But, I am afraid, Duo. I am afraid that you do not really feel
the same way I do. Why do I get the feeling that you are just doing this to
please me? What about you? Do I really make you feel anything at all besides…
“We don’t have to do this if
you don’t want to, Heero,” came the soft voice laced with an edge that the teen
recognized to be caution. Unbeknownst to him, Heero’s body was filled with so
much tension that Duo was having a hard time trying to get him to relax.
But Heero felt the panic rise
within him and he shook his dark locks quickly. No, he couldn’t let go of Duo
now. He had waited for too long to let this moment slip by. And with a lick of
his lips, he whispered softly.
“No. I…I am…I am ready, Duo.”
There would be no time for
regrets. It was going to be now or never.
She held onto the headphones
and jumped onto the bed.
Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
Always in tune to the wild
music, her lithe body moved. A light sheen of sweat had broken out on her skin,
her heart beating faster and faster as she became a woman crazed with the
throbbing beats of the drums. She closed her eyes and became one with it. She
fell back onto the soothing comforts of her bed, only to bound back to her feet
in a swift move that would have surprised anyone.
Long lashes opened quickly,
as if someone or something had awakened her senses. Hopping off the bed, she ran
towards the large windows and threw the cream-colored curtains wide open, not
caring if anyone below looked up to see her in such a state. Her wild gaze
drifted towards the guesthouses again – her feet still moving to the music.
She licked her lips and
twirled around in excitement.
Watch me. Watch me dance for you….and only for you…
“Ah!”
“Sorry, sorry. Did I pull it
too hard?”
“No, no, it’s fine now…a bit
stiff though.”
“Perfectly normal for
bandages, Heero,” he teased with a light in his eyes that sent the boy flushing
with color again.
“I am sorry,” he muttered
thickly as he stared at the bloodstains on the sheets and on Duo’s shirt.
“You…you are…”
Duo’s gaze followed his and
he smiled softly. “This old thing? I think we can get rid of this quite easily,
don’t you?” He shifted back a little and promptly lifted his hands to pull the
shirt off his body. He tossed the offending garment to the floor, watching with
faint amusement at the dark red hue that now seemed to be a permanent fixture
on the younger man’s face. He could tell that Heero was still tense about the
entire situation and Duo couldn’t say that he blamed him. He wouldn’t admit it,
but he was quite nervous as well. He hadn’t had a lover in over a year now, and
he didn’t want to give Heero the impression that he didn’t know what he was
doing. And then there were the other factors that were now beginning to rear
their ugly heads again. He took a deep breath and shook his head slightly, not
wanting to think about Wufei or Relena or the Yuys at this point.
I will deal with those
later. This…this is what I need. What we both need…and there is no turning back
now…
He leaned closer to his
student, a small smile still on his lips as he stretched out a hand to brush
away some of the unruly dark locks that lay against Heero’s forehead. He stared
into the shy gaze, his smile widening as he felt Heero’s trembling body and
shallow breathing. Placing a hand upon the boy’s, Duo lifted it gently and
placed it against his thudding chest. He closed his eyes and shifted even
closer, knowing that every movement was going to be a lesson in both patience
and tenderness. He knew that Heero was afraid. Even though the boy had taken
the first step, Duo was sure that doubts and concerns still filled the young
mind.
“Relax, Heero,” he whispered
thickly into the boy’s ear, his breath warm and slightly ticklish against the
other’s fevered skin.
The heir could only nod
numbly, his eyes fluttering closed as he arched his neck at the feel of Duo’s
lips against his skin. His hands against the older man’s chest pressed tighter,
almost sure he could feel Duo’s heartbeat from the simple act. He was sure he
was faring no better. Heero could hear his heart pounding harder than ever
before.
“Aaaah…”
Oh, that felt so good.
He shifted his legs on the
bed, unconsciously parting them to accept Duo’s body as the teacher moved even
closer to him. Duo’s lips were trailing a line of fire against his jaw and the
feel of the silky-like locks against his skin sent Heero’s already trembling
body into an even worse state.
His pants were getting too
tight. No, their pants were getting too tight.
“Mmmm….”
Duo’s hands slid beneath the
expensive but simple shirt on Heero, his fingers dancing lightly against the
tightened torso as they moved higher and higher and…
“Ah!”
His fingers dug into Duo’s
chest as he felt the sharp pain and then pleasure sear through him at his
sensitive nipples being touched. He could feel the rising heat through his body
and he was sure he was bound to rip a hole right through his pants as he
shamelessly began to thrust against Duo to relieve the pressure.
The teacher hissed in pain as
he felt the fingers claw his skin. As if retaliating against the move, he
grazed Heero’s skin with his teeth, before giving him a light nip against his
neck. At the boy’s cry, Duo whimpered - the need to claim Heero as quickly as
possible overwhelming him.
It has always been quick. Wham! Bam! Thank you, ma’am.
Never…never known what it’s really been like…to be
loved…properly…
He pulled away gently,
amethyst depths darkened with an unreadable expression as he stared at the
heaving and flushed boy before him. Heero’s eyes were still closed and if it
wasn’t for Duo holding onto his shoulders, he was sure that the boy would have
collapsed on the bed.
Heero…why me?
As if answering the question,
the heir opened glazed blue depths to stare into the sad and almost wistful
expression on his teacher’s face. For a long moment, their gazes remained
locked. A million and one questions hovering above them as each waited for the
one word that would and could end this moment.
No…
They both knew that once it began,
there would be no way of going back. And as Heero’s arms wrapped themselves
around Duo’s neck to pull him closer, one could almost hear their simultaneous
thought.
Damn the consequences…
Fate works in mysterious
ways.
She slipped into the snug
white jeans, not bothering to change into another suitable t-shirt. Humming
beneath her breath, she eyed her reflection in the mirror – frowned at it and
then grinned.
This was going to be so
exciting!
She picked up a
silver-colored hairbrush and ran it through her hair. Once. Twice. Three times;
the magic number, before running towards the window again.
The lights were still on. So,
that would mean that he was still awake.
What?! What is this?!
She lifted her hands and saw that she
was trembling. A thrill unlike nothing before was coursing through her veins.
She was going to see him again. And this time, she was determined to make him…
Mine…
All mine….
His shirt had been taken off
and tossed to the floor as well, revealing his bronzed skin to the teacher’s
gaze. For one brief moment, he had actually tried to cover his body, the
shyness and awkwardness that he had felt at the time almost undoing his
resolve. But Duo had eased his fears again – with soft kisses and whispered
words of reassurance that had reduced his heart and body to a pool of mush.
Pressed against the bed
sheets again, Heero closed his eyes and allowed his hands to do the ‘seeing’
for him. He could feel Duo’s hands on his pants and without being asked, he
lifted his hips to allow the cloth to slide off easily. He blushed as he heard
Duo’s soft tease against his ear. He was wearing briefs that were too pristine
after all.
“Oh!”
A brush against his swollen
flesh had him arching off the bed and even tighter against the strong body
above him. Heero could feel the sweat begin to break out on his skin as he
tried to even his breathing.
Touch me…
His hands roamed across the
teacher’s broad back, caressing the smooth…? It wasn’t that smooth. His fingers
could feel faint scars upon the pale flesh. The petulant questions rose again
but were soon wiped out as he felt the cold air brush against his stiff flesh.
He was finally naked to Duo’s gaze.
“You are beautiful….”
“No, I am not. I was never
beautiful. I am ugly inside. A sick, ugly person….”
Was that conversation out
loud? Heero couldn’t tell for he was now being made to feel a pleasure he had
never thought he would experience. Duo’s hand was stroking him from base to
tip.
Faster…
“Aah!”
Harder…
“Mmmmmmhhh!!”
He was going to explode.
“AAAAAAAHHHH!!”
A hand was slapped over his
mouth, even as he felt the hot flare rush down his body and straight to his
turgid flesh. His eyes widened and he had to squeeze them shut again as he came
all over his teacher’s hand so hard that it literally hurt.
He couldn’t open his eyes;
his embarrassment too great at releasing himself so quickly taking control of
him. He groaned and covered his eyes with an arm. He waited for Duo’s laughter.
Waited for the admonishment at being so naïve. Waited for the…
“Oh, God!!”
His arm was flung back
against the sheets, eyes opening wide in shock and amazement as he looked down
at the head below him. Duo was…his teacher was…
Dream sequence number three.
With a soft cry, he fisted
the sheets in his good hand, his body as taut as a bow as he listened to the
incredibly erotic sounds of being sucked off. Would he be able to control
himself this time around? He prayed and begged feverishly for his body to
cooperate with him. He didn’t want to come again so soon, but Duo was doing
things to him that he had not even fathomed possible. He could feel the long
length of the older man’s tongue swirl around the tip of his cock and he sucked
in another harsh breath. The slit was toyed with, the entire organ soon
engulfed within the warm recesses of Duo’s mouth as he realized that he was
actually taking the teacher in this crude way.
The thought alone had him
swelling within his new prison and he knew without a doubt that he was about to
come again.
“No…” he began feverishly, as
he sank his fingers into Duo’s hair tightly. In his haste, the loose ponytail
was unraveled and Heero almost melted in pure bliss as he allowed his fingers
to indulge in the sensation of the overflowing mane. Feeling himself about to
surrender his control, he shook his head again and spoke a bit louder. “No,
Duo…not yet…please don’t make me come just yet.”
With a low groan, the
hardened flesh was released reluctantly, Duo’s hands squeezing the base of it
gently to prevent Heero from having his orgasm. He lifted his gaze to meet the
younger man’s own, a small smile on his lips as he took in his handiwork. Heero
looked absolutely breathtaking. But the boy’s words earlier had him wondering if
he should say such a thing to him again.
/Your body…was meant for
loving…/
/Do you love me?/
/You know I do./
/So, why do you hurt me? Why do you keep leaving me?/
/Your body…is
everybody’s./
In a sudden move, Duo leaned
up to seize Heero’s lips in a kiss that was short of bruising. Surprised at the
vehemence of the action, the young heir could only close his eyes and respond
just as feverishly. There was a desperation and dull violence in Duo’s kiss. It
was something that should have had Heero questioning his motives. But at the
moment, it seemed as if thinking coherently was not a part of his agenda
tonight. Their bodies moved in unison, heaving with barely controlled passion
as they quickly shifted positions. And feeling a new sense of boldness come
over him, Heero pushed Duo against the bed and muttered thickly.
“Now, it’s my turn…”
“…my turn to make a move.”
Her initial plan had been to
take the short cut out the window and down into the bushes below, but with the
light growl from her stomach, she gave up and decided to stop for a quick snack
in the kitchen. Still humming with a smile of impending accomplishment on her
features, she stepped out of her bedroom and out into the silent hallway.
Her gaze drifted towards her
cousin’s room and she pursed her lips in thought, wondering if she ought to let
him know her intentions.
It’s only right that I warn him about what sort of a
man Duo is. Who knows what evil plans he has for the family.
She walked up to the door and
stared at the magnificent oak paneling.
I am only doing this for
your own good, Heero. Don’t hate me when I claim him for myself.
She leaned her head against
the door and held her breath as if listening to hear his movements behind it.
However, it was silent. As silent and as still as death. Maybe he was already
asleep. Her cousin could be so nerdy sometimes. Well, she was going to wake him
up and let him know who the real Duo Maxwell was. It was a matter of life and
death after all.
She placed her hand on the
gold-plated door knob and turned it slowly. “Heero?” She whispered softly as
she carefully peered through the slightly ajar door. “Oh, Heero. I have
something to tell you…aaaahhh!!”
She spun around quickly her
hand placed against her now pounding heart. Staring blankly into the passive
features of Yuzuki, she closed her eyes and took several calming breaths,
before opening them again to bellow angrily. “What do you think you are
doing?!”
The maid didn’t seem fazed by
the rude comment for she only bowed slightly. In a voice as calm and as steady
as ever, the woman said softly. “Your presence is required by Mrs. Yuy in the
summer room. Would you please follow me?”
The girl frowned and stared
at her cousin’s room again. Why wasn’t Heero out by now? Surely he must have
heard her scream of terror and would have come rushing out to…
“She requests your presence now,
Miss. Asawa.”
“Hai, hai,” Keiko
taunted in an exaggerated way in her native tongue. “No need to get your
hackles up. What does she want anyway?”
She spun on her heels and
began the walk towards the stairs, only to stop as she noticed that Yuzuki was
not following. Scowling, she turned back to scold the maid, only to raise a
brow as she noticed that the woman was now locking Heero’s door. If she hadn’t
turned around quickly, Keiko was sure she would have missed that little action,
but she hadn’t and this caused something close to suspicion to well up within
her.
Secrets. Secrets. What’s everyone hiding around here?
“Shall we go now?” came the
soothing voice from the maid as she made her way past the petulant teen. “I am
sorry to keep you waiting.”
But Keiko made no moves to
follow this time around. Instead, she smiled sweetly and placed her hands
behind her back like a little girl about to ask for a treat. And in impeccable
Japanese, she asked firmly.
*“Choto onegai ga arundesu ga, Yuzuki-san…”
What was that saying again?
The student will someday surpass the teacher?
Duo wasn’t sure of where such
a quote had originated from, but he was definitely sure that whoever had said
it must have had some hindsight as to what Heero was doing to him right now.
Who would have thought that
the shy teenager was capable of rendering him speechless with just his mouth…and
hands. He hissed in another sharp breath, biting his lower lip hard enough to
draw blood. He wasn’t sure he could handle Heero’s slow but extremely
pleasurable blow job without coming himself. He fisted a handful of the boy’s
hair, arching and thrusting faster into the hot mouth. He wanted to cry out at
the incredible sensation he was experiencing. He wanted to scream out his
pleasure to the world. But…
/Don’t you dare scream./
/Not a sound./
/Don’t even…dare…no…noise…/
It remained locked in his
throat - sounds of pleasure that he would never be able to share with anyone
else.
“Uuuh….Heero…stop…stop
please…” he pleaded desperately.
He wanted this boy now,
unsure of why a sense of urgency had now filled his being. And pulling a bit
harder on Heero’s hair, he forced the lust-filled blue depths to meet his. An
unspoken understanding passed between them as Heero reluctantly released Duo’s
erection to slide up his sweat-slicked skin. Their lips met again in another
crushing communion, even as Duo’s hand had begun to stretch towards his side
dresser. Clumsy fingers opened up the drawer to search for something he had
thought he would never use again.
The sounds of things
cluttering to the floor slowly seeped into Heero’s dazed countenance and
lifting his head slowly, he tried to make sense of what was going on now.
“Duo?” came the breathless question as he stared into the blushing face below
him. Soon, the handsome face was obscured by something shiny and flat…and
round. Heero stared at the packet blankly for a second before bursting into shy
and nervous laughter.
Of course…protection.
Duo gave a soft laugh, more
to cover his growing feeling of nervousness. He knew full well that the next
step was going to be the turning point for both of them. “I knew I had these
around here somewhere…” he began.
Heero took the packet from
him and ripped it open quickly, now straddling the teacher’s waist as he did
so. Smiling softly, he reached behind him to wrap his fingers around the
erection that had been nudging his backside ever so gently. Squeezing the hard
flesh gently, he stared into Duo’s eyes, a tongue darting out to lick his lips
as he asked softly.
“Would you like me to put it
on for you?”
Duo could only give a small nod.
He realized that Heero was taking this situation rather well and seemed to know
what he was doing. Did this mean that he wasn’t the teen’s first? The thought
alone sent something painful though his chest and Duo shook his head quickly,
laughing at himself for thinking that he could possibly be anyone’s first.
I wonder who he was with. Who was the first to take
you, Heero? Was it a nice experience? Am I good enough? Why do I feel
so…so…jealous?
Another weak groan escaped his
lips as he felt Heero’s fingers around his cock. Closing his eyes even tighter,
he arched into the subtle movements, feeling the tight rubber material slide
over his throbbing flesh like a glove. Once done, Heero leaned forward again to
stick his tongue down the teacher’s throat like a man deprived of thirst. The
kiss lasted all but a few seconds as Heero pulled back again to whisper softly
against the swollen lips.
“Lube…”
Duo blinked through his haze
of pleasure while nodding like a fool. “Lube…” he repeated weakly, hands
reaching for the drawer again to whip out a small bottle of hand lotion.
“Heero…”
“It’s okay, Duo. That should
work just fine.”
Why do I feel so jealous?
He nodded again and leaned up
to claim Heero’s lips in another soul-searing kiss, his trembling fingers
opening and pouring a generous amount in his hands. Tossing the bottle to the
floor, Duo slowly began to work the slicked digits into Heero’s opening,
holding on tightly to the boy that was now trembling on his lap. Deeper and
deeper they went, Heero feeling as if he was being taken to a higher plane with
each rapid thrust. But he wanted more. He wanted to feel Duo completely. To
know what it was like to finally be one with someone he cared about.
Mine…
“Duo…” he whispered thickly
against the older man’s neck. “Ah…Duo…now…”
He felt the hands on his
hips. He closed his eyes and tightened his hold on the teacher’s shoulders, not
sure he would be able to withstand the incoming assault on his body. But, he
was ready. More than ready. In fact, he couldn’t wait a minute longer.
“Ah!!”
The pain sliced through his
body like a knife and a piercing cry spilled from his lips as he dug his
fingers into Duo’s skin. Unable to stop the tears that sprang to his eyes, he
listened attentively to Duo’s soft words of encouragement and reassurance. He
was panting wildly now, trying to calm his thudding heart as he waited for the
pain to subside. Duo was still within him – not wanting to aggravate his
discomfort by moving too soon.
I am…I am fine now…
He bit his lower lip and
nudged Duo gently, almost crying out again as he felt the thick organ within
him stir. Oh, God! He was really being ripped apart. He felt so…full,
his neck arching now as Duo’s steady rhythm slowly began to send him into a
semi-euphoric state.
Faster…
Their bangs lay flat against
their foreheads now. The sweat rolling off their skins in rivulets.
Harder…
Heero’s hands fell off Duo’s
shoulders and clung to headboard instead, knowing that he might end up hurting
the teacher with the strength of his grip. His head fell forward, eyes still
closed tightly as he rode the hard flesh with every thing he had.
Deeper…
Duo’s grip on Heero’s waist
was abandoned as his fingers reached for the boy’s throbbing cock to stroke it
in time to their thrusts. This…this was incredible. He had been without it for
so long, that he was a virgin all over again. Heero’s inner muscles were like a
vice, causing his engorged flesh to throb deep within the young boy. An insane
need to thrust even harder within Heero caused him to lift his hips a little
bit higher, angling his cock in such a way as to make direct contact with the
heir’s sensitive prostate. His body trembled with the intensity of it – his
eyes squeezing shut as he felt something hot coil deep within the pits of his
stomach.
I am coming!
Their moans grew louder.
Their groans gathering momentum. The heat. The rush of adrenaline. Pleasure –
magnified ten times over.
OOOOOOHHH!!
The orgasms that ripped
through their bodies sent them spiraling down an abyss that was filled with
every imaginable color known to man. And unashamed of how pitiable it made him
sound, Heero screamed. It was a scream filled with ecstasy and indescribable
satisfaction. He had come hard and fast against their torsos, trembling as he
felt Duo swelling within him.
Complete…
The tears came again. Hard
and fast, they fell down his cheeks. This was everything he had hoped for and
more. It was even better than he had ever imagined it could be. Nights of
fantasizing about a man that would make him feel so wanted and loved had
finally come to fruition. He would never have to spend endless nights worrying
about his sickness. Duo was just like him. Duo could and would understand him.
Maybe…maybe they could even become a real couple now.
Without giving his actions
another thought, only knowing that he had to say what was in his heart right
now or he might never get the perfect opportunity to do so - he buried his face
against the teacher’s neck, arms wrapping themselves tightly around it as he
whispered brokenly.
“I…I love you, Duo. I always
have…and I think I always will. I love you!”
But in his desperate
confession, with his mind filled with future dreams of a life filled with peace
and happiness, the young student had failed to notice that his teacher was no
longer responding to him.
For, the cold claws of fear
he had thought long forgotten, had gripped his heart all over again.
* I have a favor to ask you,
Yuzuki…