Category: AU, 1x2x1, 2x2
Warnings: Lemon, language, yaoi, mind game BDSM (aka mindfuck . . . what
fun!), PWP, POV, (what is it with all the capital letters... ?)
Notes: Right, here we go. This is the last part. Hopefully, you won't
be disappointed. That's it, I'm gonna shut up now.
My Game + Part Four
The inside of the house was one giant contrast. Pristine marble floors
were covered in black rugs with patterns running through them in different
shades of gray. Black veins ran through the marble. The walls were sheathed
in some sort of textured granite; a mixture of white, gray and black.
I looked up, catching sight of the staircase that I assumed had to be
the one that the limousine driver had been referring to. More stone. Did
Heero suck every stone quarry in the world dry to build this house or
what? Walking over to the stairs, I ran my fingers lightly over the cool
Surprisingly soft. Probably sandstone, from the look and feel of it. I
turned around just in time to see the great doors swing silently closed
behind me. Without the light from the outside lamps, the interior of the
house grew darker. The inside was illuminated by carefully placed lighting,
hidden in the ceiling and walls. I looked at the closed doors, listening
to my heart beat. Then I turned back around and climbed the staircase,
my footsteps muffled on the carpeting that ran up the center of the stairs.
At the top I halted, letting my hand linger on the banister. The first
room I saw was to my left, the door slightly ajar. My stomach was doing
flip-flops. I took a few seconds to slow my breathing. My being as giddy
as a schoolgirl was not in the plan. I shook my head, causing my braid
to swing. Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door, glancing around
The empty room. Heero wasn't there. I quelled the twinge of disappointment
and walked fully into the room, sizing it up. It was lit in much the same
way as the rest of the house that I had seen; the lights, hidden from
view, giving off a muted golden glow. The strict black, white, gray scheme
of the main entrance changed here. The floor was carpeted completely in
white; the walls sheathed in more black-veined marble. The first part
of the room held a small table, more wine and a covered tray resting on
it. Two large, overstuffed, rich blue chairs were set beside it. Further
back, there was a raised dais, with the biggest damn bed I'd ever seen
on it. The coverlet was the same blue as the chairs. White and blue cushions
were strewn across the bed, giving it an almost haphazard look. The head
of the bed was tucked in a little alcove, framed by curtains of the same
hue. Matching curtains also framed a large window seat.
Tearing my eyes from the bed, and the ideas that it made spring to my
mind, I curled up in one of the chairs, tucking my legs beneath me. I
poured another glass of wine; red again, and sat, waiting and sipping.
And trying to get my pulse to slow down to at least a somewhat reasonable
rate. I wasn't having much luck with that, though.
I brought the glass to my lips again. And then I felt it. Someone's eyes
on me. I looked back to the door, and Heero stood there, hand on the casing.
Watching me. His eyes burned cobalt blue, deep enough to drown in. I sensed
my little ideas slipping away alarmingly fast. I was eager for his touch
again. I wanted to feel his body pressing against mine. I swallowed the
wine quickly. It stung my throat, but I hardly noticed. He was walking
towards me. No, stalking. He stalked across the floor, his bare feet making
no sound. The white carpet made his skin seem darker. I raked my eyes
over him, savoring every detail.
Lucky me, he wore very little in the way of clothing. White, low cut pants
molded to his body, making me notice again the rich color of his skin.
The pants had slits down the entire outside length of each leg, fastened
at regular intervals with silver cord. Another silver cord looped around
his waist, the ends dangling just past his hips. He wore only that same
silver angel's wing at this throat; no shirt of any kind. Thank you, the
view was quite pleasant. Finely muscled arms, a well defined chest . .
. I wonder if I'm drooling all over my shirt. The dim lighting made him
almost glow. It played across his chest and abdomen, calling my eyes to
stop and stare. Which I promptly did.
And then he was in front of me, staring down with those burning blue eyes.
I watched his face, taking another slow drink. Licking the corner of my
mouth, I rested the glass on my leg, holding it loosely in one hand. I
rested my chin in the other, bracing my elbow on the arm of the chair.
"Care for a drink, Heero?" I asked, letting my voice come out
low. It was my turn now. To make him squirm.
A small smile quirked at the corner of his mouth. He ignored my question,
instead leaning over me and bracing his hands on the chair's arms. The
movement brought his eyes level with mine, and my breath caught in my
throat. Those eyes held so many dark promises. Wonder if Heero made good
on the promises his eyes made? His scent surrounded me; spicy and hot.
His skin tasted like that, and I lost interest in the wine. I wanted to
"You taste better than wine," Heero said, echoing my thoughts;
his breath whispering past my face.
I set the mostly empty glass on the table. I kept his eyes on mine as
I brought my hand up and ran it down the center of his chest, teasingly
slow. I ended with my finger resting lightly at the waistband, running
back and forth over his skin where he ended and the pants began. I let
my head fall back, leaning on the chair and letting my eyes grow heavy.
"Then, Heero," I almost purred, "would you care for a taste?"
He growled deep in his throat. I shivered at the sound. His hand cupped
the back of my head, and he shifted forward, sliding one leg up to kneel
partly on the chair with me. I unwound my legs, making room. His lips
found mine, sending a searing line of fire right through me. He caught
my bottom lip between his, opening his mouth a little and nipping at it
with his teeth. Then his mouth was crushed against mine again, his tongue
running along my lips. I groaned and grasped his hips, trying to pull
him closer. He brought his other leg up, straddling my thighs and kneeling
above me. I pulled back a little to open my mouth and say something, but
his lips were sealing over mine again before I could form a syllable.
Excitable thing, isn't he? My next thought dissolved rapidly as his tongue
plunged into my mouth, stroking mine. I gave up with the idea of speaking
and thrust my hands into his unruly hair, trying to eat him from the mouth
Heero finally pulled away from my mouth, attacking the skin exposed by
the collar of my shirt. He licked his way across my collarbone, then worked
backwards, nipping and sucking at my skin.
"Heero," I growled, panting. "Let me up."
"Why?" he said, with his lips still pressed against the hollow
of my throat. Before I could answer, his tongue was forcing its way past
my lips, drawing another moan from me. I twined my tongue with his, pushing
forward to dip deep into his mouth. I ran my tongue over his teeth, pulled
back to run it over his lips and then plunged back inside the wet heat,
stroking the inside of his mouth.
Heero pulled back, his lips swollen and glistening. His chest rose and
fell rapidly, and he licked his lips. My hands dropped to his waist. I
closed my eyes, breathing deeply, and I felt him rub the pad of his thumb
over my half-parted lips.
Forget standing up now, my legs were trembling underneath him. "That's
one hell of a way to say hello, Heero." My voice was breathy.
He quirked his lips at me. "Hai. Is that a complaint?"
"Hell no," I whispered, swallowing hard. "You should say
hello more often."
Heero laughed, deep and seductive. My slowing heart rate immediately sped
right up again.
"So, Mr. Heero Yuy of the Great Stone House," I said, shifting
my legs under him so that my thighs pressed against his ass. "What
do you have planned for tonight?"
His hands slipped under my shirt, fingers wrapping around my sides. His
thumbs moved in little circles over my skin, slowly creeping upwards.
"End game," he said, sliding back over my legs and pulling me
to my feet.
I knitted my forehead in confusion. End game? The hell . . .? He dipped
his head again, kissing the side of my mouth, then making a wet trail
up my jawbone. He pushed his hands in my coat, bringing the light material
down off my shoulders. His breath tickled my earlobe.
"I want," he whispered in my ear, "something more than
the game . . . ."
My coat fell to the floor, forgotten. I turned my head, bringing my lips
brushing past his. "More, Heero?" I said, wrapping my arms around
him and melding my body to his. I felt him hot and heavy through our clothing.
I pressed my leg between his, nudging his thighs apart. I rubbed myself
against him, rewarded with a strangled groan. Heero's hands dropped down,
clutching my hips and then lower, gripping my ass and pressing us tightly
together. He buried his head in the crook of my neck, biting. Rocking
his hips against me, the electric heat of his cock pressing into me tearing
small, nonsense sounds from my mouth.
"Oooh, Jesus, Heero, stop. Stop . . . ." I put my hands on his
shoulders; his skin was fevered and smooth under my fingers. Pushing him
away took every ounce of strength I had left in me. Even then, I only
got about an inch between us.
His eyes went dark, and he growled, "Duo," under his breath.
I put my finger over his lips, and his tongue darted out to lick it. I
smiled at him, a little twist of my lips. "Shush," I said, tracing
his lips with my finger. I ran my other hand down his back, ghosting over
his ass and firmly closing my hand over the front of his pants. His breath
hissed out, and I squeezed gently. I watched his eyelids slide lower as
I worked his cock through the cloth.
I pushed him back, one hand on his chest and the other teasing him with
first light pressure, then more. His foot bumped against the stair leading
up to the bed. He stepped up, and I followed him. When the backs of his
legs hit the bed, I crushed my mouth and body to his, my hand still trapped
between us. I pressed harder, forcing a whimper from his throat.
I broke away and pushed him down on the bed, resisting when he tried to
pull me down with him. He fell back, propping himself up on his elbows,
his feet still touching the floor. And he watched me.
Backing up a few steps, just out of his reach, I slowly unbuttoned my
shirt. I slipped it off my shoulders, leaving it hooked around my elbows.
The light material ghosted around me with my movements. I ran my hand
softly across my chest and down my stomach, toying with the ties on my
"Your hair," Heero said, his eyes riveted on me.
"No," I said, shaking my head enough to cause my braid to slip
forward over my shoulder.
"Please." His voice was low, husky.
"No," I repeated, softer this time. If he wanted my hair down
that bad, I'd make him wait. No, that's not very nice of me. Odd. Where
did you get the idea that I was nice?
I undid the ties, pushing them down and loosening my pants. I watched
his hand twitch on the blue bedspread, toward his groin. I turned sideways
to him then, bending down and unlacing my boots. I could feel his eyes
burning into me. I ran my hands down my leg, and slipped my fingers just
inside the top of my boot. When I slid my foot out, my sock stayed behind.
I did the same with the other, finally straightening back up. Heero had
sat up on the edge of the bed. He crooked a finger at me, and I went to
him and stood between his spread legs.
He drew me close, licking and nipping at my stomach. His hands kneaded
my ass as he kissed his way down, past my bellybutton as far as the pants
would let him. Then he dipped his hands into my pants, pushing them down.
His fingers played across the cheeks, running over the cleft. I trembled
when his hot breath brushed over my cock; then hissed when his tongue
darted out and licked the tip. I turned my head away, my hand flying to
my mouth. I bit down on the side of it, trying to keep from loosing it
right then and there.
Heero pressed his face in my navel, then stood up, agonizingly slow, and
keeping his body pressed against mine. My head fell back and I clenched
my eyes shut when his naked skin came in contact with my erection; the
harsh friction as he stood walking the fine line between pleasure and
pain. His hand wormed its way between us, and his long fingers wrapped
around my throbbing cock. I let out a choked cry, my own fingers digging
into his sides. "If you want more," I managed to say from between
clenched teeth, "you had better stop that." I rocked my hips
toward him, feeling his hand slide over my cock. Ignoring my own words,
I sped up, my mouth open and my breath coming in small gasps. Sometimes
your own advice is the hardest to take, wouldn't you say?
Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you want to look at it,
Heero decided to listen to me. He removed his hand from between us, stilling
my body. I made a small sound in my throat, something very much like a
I clung to him, resting my forehead against his, breathing deeply. And
if Heero wanted something more, he needed to get out of those damn pants
of his. I reached between us, tugging on the cord looped around his waist.
Then I started on the few buttons. His own hands weren't idle. He lightly
trailed his fingers over the cheeks of my ass again. I drew in a shuddering
breath, trying to concentrate on those pesky little buttons that for some
reason kept evading my fingers. Heero seemed just a little too amused
at the fact that he could make me fumble with the buttons. Then he got
the idea that I was taking too long. His fingers pressed into the base
of my spine, then slid lower, spreading me apart and teasing my entrance.
I grit my teeth, torn between thrusting forward into him or back onto
his fingers. I felt the tip of his finger dip just inside me, and made
a small sound halfway between a whimper and a grunt. The hell with buttons;
I ripped his pants open. I heard a little pop. Wonder how far that button
Heero chuckled. I dipped my hands down the front of his pants, brushing
past his erection and making his chuckle dissolve into a moan. Pushing
his pants down a little, I freed his cock. I looked down, then up, meeting
his eyes. The urge to lick my lips was very tempting at that point. I
kissed him, shoving my tongue past his lips. I saw his eyes widen, then
drift to half-mast. I pulled back a little, keeping our lips touching,
and grinned. His eyes flew open when I pushed him backwards. He hit the
bed with a sharp explosion of his breath. I tugged his pants off the rest
of the way, then slid onto the bed after him, kicking off my own pants.
I crawled over him, kissing whatever patch of his skin was closest to
my face. He inched upwards until he lay in the center of the bed. I hovered
over him, my hands planted firmly on either side of his head.
"Do you want me?" I asked, letting the bottom half of my body
drop. I ground myself into him, breathing heavily.
He arched his back, digging his head into the bed and baring his neck.
That was too good an invitation to pass up. I closed my lips over the
big pulse in his throat, nipping at the skin and then laving it with my
"Yes . . . ." he groaned, clenching his eyes shut.
"What do you want, Heero?" I kissed my way across his collarbone.
He opened his mouth, taking deep breaths. "You."
Heero had a one track mind. Amazingly enough, I was pretty sure what he
wanted. I knew damn well what I did. But I wanted him to ask for it. Sadistic?
Me? Not at all.
"Tell me what you want."
His hands were tracing the muscles of my back. One of his hands wrapped
itself around my braid, running down the length of it. "Please,"
he said, lips barely moving.
"Tell me," I lifted my head and kissed his lips, "what
"Inside, I want to be inside you," his last words trailed off
into a sharp cry when I thrust myself hard against him. He broke the band
of my braid, raking his hands through my hair. It fell around us, the
lighting in the room making it shimmer in reds and golds.
I rolled over, dragging him with me. I spread my legs, bending them at
the knee, and he settled between them. My hair flowed across the bedspread.
"Then take what you want, Heero," I told him.
He said something that sounded like 'yes', kissing me roughly. His hand
dived under the mound of pillows, searching. Don't ask me how he managed
to find anything under there, but he did. Cool, slick fingers danced along
the cleft of my ass, teasing. I growled at him. Heero took the hint and
slid a finger inside, then quickly slid in a second. He turned his hand,
curling his fingers and finding my prostate. I bit down hard on my lip,
feeling pleasure rip through me. Heero had me writhing under him in seconds.
He moved his fingers in and out of me slowly, sometimes curving them to
brush my spot and sometimes not.
That was enough of that. Teasing me at this point in time was sadistic.
Yes, I am a hypocrite. No, I don't really care that I am. Fair is fair,
as long as its more fair to me.
"Heero," I gasped his name, since he chose that moment to hit
my prostate, "stop teasing me."
His lips quirked in that little smile that I knew meant he was enjoying
my squirming. "Why should I do that?"
"Because," I answered, pushing the words out between gasps,
"I want . . . you . . . to fuck me. Now."
Heero slammed his fingers into me, hitting my spot in several rapid strokes.
I dug my fingers into his arms so hard that my nails must have broken
his skin. "Dammit, yes! Now!"
He moved so quickly that I only had the barest flash of emptiness before
he slid his cock inside me. I shouted, hoarsely, and arced up off the
bed. He caught my hips, holding me up. Wrapping my legs around him, I
held him there, little sounds falling from my lips. Hard and so hot. He
filled me completely. Little white spots danced through my vision.
I twisted my hands into the bedspread, clawing at it. "Move, Heero."
And he did. Sweet Jesus, did he move. He made a few small thrusts, then
pulled back, almost emptying me. Snapping his hips forward, he filled
me again. It felt like more than before. My eyes flashed wide as he did
it again and again. I tossed my head back, moaning his name. His name
wasn't the only thing I said, but I wouldn't be able to tell you what
else if my life depended on it. Or his. Maybe the world, for that matter.
He kept varying his strokes, pushing himself in and out of my body. I
looked down, watching his skin glisten. His muscles bunched and relaxed,
straining. Looking back up, I saw him watching as he slid in and out of
my body. He raised his eyes to mine. I watched everything dissolve in
his eyes, except for the burning passion and need.
His pace increased, slamming into me harder and harder. He hit my prostate
with every thrust, wrenching a mewling sound from my throat. One cry melded
into the next and soon I was reduced to crying out in one, long continuous
keening wail. Heero's words fell over me, making the burning in my stomach
coil tighter and tighter. I braced my hands on the headboard of the bed,
pushing down to meet his thrusts.
He plunged deeper, shifting the angle of my hips a little. I saw little
tremors run under his skin. Then he stiffened, throwing his head back.
I clenched my body around him as he thrust into me a last few times. Then
I felt him come inside me, spilling hotly over my prostate. He wrapped
his hand around my cock at the same time, and he didn't even get a chance
to pump me before my body snapped taught and I came. My orgasm seemed
to last forever; wave after wave of pure pleasure darkening my vision.
Finally, I slumped back onto the bed, and Heero fell over me with a long,
low groan. My lower body was still spasming with him still inside me.
We lay there, gasping for lost breath.
Several breathless minutes later, he pulled out. The feeling of him emptying
me was almost as incredible as him filling me. He picked me up off the
bed, crushing me against him. He ravaged my mouth, bruising my already
tender lips. Then he set me on my feet on the floor, and I leaned heavily
on him for support. I felt his come trail down my thighs slowly. Heero
stripped the bedspread off, using a corner to wipe most of the mess off
of the two of us. Real sex, real good sex, is like that. Hot, sweaty,
and really fucking messy. I almost grinned, I felt that euphoric. I settled
for a little smile as he brushed the blanket over my legs, finally rolling
it up and tossing it into a corner. Picking me up again, he tore down
the rest of the sheets, then crawled onto the bed. He wrapped his legs
around mine, burying his head into my chest. I rested my chin on top of
his head, curling as close to him as I could without crawling into his
skin. I drifted off, the last sensation I remember was his lips pressed
against my throat.
Duo watched Heero move throughout the crowd, with them, but not; seemingly
separate from the people even while surrounded by them. The bar was different,
the time, the date, everything was different. Except Heero. He was still
the same, still the man who had intrigued Duo in those weeks before. Duo
sat at the little table, perched on a stool. Heero made his way towards
him, a glass in each hand. He moved sinuously, all energy and barely contained
power. Duo felt a thrill of excitement pass through him. He had tasted
that energy; grown addicted to it.
Heero was definitely something more.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Blue: Guess I should get back to Demons now . . . .
Quatre: So . . . Duo was the one at the beginning?
Trowa: It appears that way.
Quatre: *turning to Duo* Does that make sense?
Blue: Of course it does!
Duo: Yes. Shush, Quat. Let her get back to the Demons fic.
Quatre: It does?
Blue: *grinning viciously* Heero was just a little more than Duo had expected.
Duo: No kidding.
Heero: *looking smug*
Wufei: *rolls eyes*
Blue: *waving to Dacia* So? Did you like it? Did I do good?
Duo: *pushing Blue back to the computer* Yes, she did, and yes, you did.
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