This is the longest
lemon I've ever written... *faint*
Thunder boomed to the beat
of the music coming from the stereo. Lightning danced across the sky outside,
reflecting off the mirrors on the walls like a strobe light. The scent
of candle wax mixed with jasmine and violets wafted through the air in
a delicious, heady combination. Indigo silk slid through his fingers like
water. But Heero barely noticed these things. His focus was the lips moving
lazily under his and the warm body pressed tightly against him.
How long they stood there, swaying gently to the music, running their
hands over cloth-covered bodies, Heero did not know. But as the minutes
passed, their kisses became more heated; their caresses, more urgent.
The boy in Heero's arms rubbed himself sensually against his body. Heero
had to restrain himself from throwing the American to the ground and ravaging
him right then.
"Are you trying to tempt me?" he half-growled at the young dancer.
Violet eyes sparkled with mischief. "Maybe."
Heero smirked. Two could play this game.
As Duo pressed himself up for another kiss, Heero gently pushed him away.
"Not like that, koi. You should know how important the first step
is," he said teasingly.
Duo cocked his head in confusion. He reached out for Heero again, only
to find his hands pushed away once more.
"You're hesitating," the Japanese man said, walking slowly around
the young dancer, stalking him with predatory eyes. He ran one finger
down Duo's spine, causing the boy to shiver. He stepped up close behind
the braided boy, breathing in the scent of the violets braided into his
chestnut hair. Heero nuzzled his ear, licking the outer shell and causing
the other boy to moan.
"The leader must commit his whole body to convey to his partner the
tone of the entire dance," he whispered huskily into Duo's elfish
ear, echoing the words the dancer has imparted to him the night before.
"A weak first step transmits nothing."
He walked around until he was once again facing Duo. He bent his head
and pressed his mouth to Duo's, slipping his tongue inside to war with
the American's. Their mouths were the only parts of their bodies that
touched. After a long moment, Heero pulled away. "See how that transmits
"You... you call that nothing?" Duo asked breathlessly.
"It is important that your body be flush against your partner,"
Heero replied, hooking his fingers into the belt loops on Duo's black
pants and pulling him close.
"Now that's not quite what I said... oh!" Duo gasped as Heero
reached around and clasped his buttocks, pressing their groins together
"The first step dictates how the entire dance will go," Heero
continued as he began a slow, sensual grind with his hips.
Duo's eyes fluttered closed. His head dropped back, exposing his slender
throat to Heero's gaze. The Japanese man dipped his head to taste the
sweet flesh at the base of Duo's neck while maintaining the torturous
friction with his hips. Duo moaned low in the back of his throat and brought
his hands up to bury them in Heero's dark brown hair. Pulling on it gently,
he lifted Heero's head to reclaim his mouth.
Their tongues met almost violently. Heero thrust his into the warm cavern
of Duo's mouth, gradually increasing rhythm with both tongue and hips
until Duo broke away, gasping for air and clutching desperately at Heero's
"Ungh... Heero, I... I can't..." he whimpered as he rubbed himself
hard against the taller man. Heero bit his lip. He clutched the globes
of Duo's ass tighter. A warm fire was spreading through him as he thrust
against Duo. He knew the American was close; hell, he couldn't last much
more than a few minutes under the torture he was putting them through.
And while he wanted nothing more than to surrender to sweet ecstasy, he
didn't want it to end so soon. Reluctantly, he slowed his pace until the
two young men were still, gasping for air in each other's arms.
Heero brought one hand up to run his fingers down Duo's face, along his
neck, and down to the tie that was lacing the front of his shirt together.
He yanked on the lacings, undoing the bow slowly so as to give Duo plenty
of time to stop him if he wanted. But the American simply stared up into
Heero's eyes, silently urging him on. The lacings ended halfway down Duo's
shirt. Heero unthreaded them and pushed the silk aside, exposing the satiny
smooth skin of Duo's chest. Reverently he allowed his fingers to trace
little designs on the alabaster skin, causing Duo's breath to hitch in
the back of his throat.
Wanting to see more, Heero pried Duo's hands from his own shirt and raised
them above the boy's head. Grasping the hem of the indigo silk, he slowly
raised Duo's shirt, brushing the backs of his fingers against the dancer's
skin as he went. The silk slid off Duo's body easily. As he pulled the
shirt over Duo's head, a couple of the violets the American had braided
into his hair fell to the floor. The indigo silk shirt followed, and Heero
stared down at the vision he had uncovered. Duo's skin almost seemed to
glow in the dim light of the room. Placing his hands on the boy's shoulders,
Heero ran his hands down Duo's chest, tracing the well-muscled planes
and causing the young man to shiver.
As Heero's hands brushed against his already hardened nipples, Duo gasped.
Intrigued by the reaction, Heero brought his thumbs up to rub against
them, delighting in the erotic sounds coming from Duo's throat as he did.
He bent his head and took one of the hardened pebbles in his mouth. Duo
cried out and once again latched on to Heero's shirt. The Japanese man
lightly bit down on the nipple, then soothed it with his tongue. He placed
a kiss on the long-haired boy's sternum, then moved to give Duo's other
nipple the same treatment.
After a few moments of making Duo squirm in his arms, he began to place
a wet trail of kisses down the boy's ribs and across his stomach. Heero
lowered himself to his knees as he went. He stopped briefly at Duo's navel
to run his tongue into the indention there. Then he trailed lower until
he came to the top of the black pants that had been hugging those slender
hips he desperately wanted to see.
He looked up into Duo's eyes which were half-lidded with desire. He placed
his hands on the buttons holding the pants closed.
"May I?" he asked softly.
Wordlessly Duo nodded. As Heero began undoing the buttons one by one,
Duo stepped out of the shoes he had been wearing and kicked them aside.
The last button was undone, and Heero gently pushed aside the heavy fabric
exposing soft chestnut curls. He slid his hands under the waistband and
pushed the garment down and over Duo's slender hips. He did not stop until
the material was bunched around the American's ankles. Duo raised his
feet so Heero could sweep the clothing aside. When that was done, Heero
sat back on his heels to stare up at the beautiful creature standing in
front of him.
Duo looked almost ethereal in the candle-lit light. He had a dancer's
physique: slender body with finely toned muscles that came from years
of dancing. His skin was silky smooth and slightly pink from the blush
that was rapidly spreading over his body. He was curved in all the right
places and hard in all the places he was supposed to be hard. Especially...
Heero licked his lips. His mouth went suddenly dry as he stared at Duo's
body. While visions of Duo naked and writhing beneath him had been assaulting
his mind since they'd first kissed, he hadn't been prepared for the real
thing. He'd never been this close to another naked man before. It was
strange and oddly erotic. He wanted to touch the boy everywhere, explore
places he had dreamed about and find new places he hadn't. He looked back
up into Duo's face and smiled.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered.
Duo blushed deeply, shaking his head and turning his face away. Heero
stood up and drew the boy close. He remembered what Duo had said, how
Treize had used similar compliments to lure the young dancer into his
bed. Duo was probably still wary, and Heero wanted to show his braided
love that he was telling the truth.
Taking Duo's hand in his, he led them over to the mirrors that lined the
walls. He turned Duo so that his back was against Heero's chest. Wrapping
his arms around the naked boy, he directed him to look in the mirror.
"Look at yourself, Duo. I want to show you what I see," Heero
whispered in his ear. "Your hair shines like molten gold in the light.
Your eyes... my God, Duo, I would willingly drown in them if I could.
Your mouth is warm and sweet. Your skin..." he trailed his hands
down Duo's now trembling body as he spoke, "your skin is the softest
thing I've ever felt. And your body... do you know how badly I want to
throw you down and take you right now? But most of all, Duo, you are beautiful.
Your soul, your spirit... it's what draws me to you."
Duo's violet eyes grew misty as he listened. "Oh, Heero." He
raised one bare arm to wrap around Heero's neck and bring his head down
for a kiss. The Japanese man hugged Duo tighter, hands wandering over
silky flesh. Both boys moaned as Heero rubbed his cloth-covered arousal
against the cleft of Duo's buttocks.
Ever so slowly, Heero lowered his hand down Duo's front, across the taut
muscles of the boy's stomach, to the nest of chestnut curls. He hesitated
only for a moment before he wrapped his hand around his lover's achingly
hard arousal. Duo cried out as Heero began running his hand up and down
the elongated shaft, exploring the contours of the other man's organ.
It felt strange, holding another man's cock in his hand. It was at the
same time both familiar and foreign. He stroked the boy clumsily at first,
unsure of how to proceed. But then he thought of what he had liked on
the few occasions he had pleasured himself, and tried to do the same to
He must have done something right, for the boy in his arms gasped loudly
and thrust his hips into Heero's hand. His eyes had closed and his head
was thrown back against Heero's shoulder. The Japanese man rubbed his
thumb over the slit at the end of Duo's shaft, playing with the moistness
he found there. Idly he wondered what the violet-eyed boy tasted like,
and vowed to find out before the night was over.
Duo cried out once more and moved his hand to cover Heero's, forcing the
taller man to halt his ministrations. He turned in his arms to stare up
into Heero's cobalt eyes.
"Not yet," he said in a whisper, his voice heavy with passion.
Heero swallowed and reluctantly let the boy go. He stepped back and began
to undo the buttons of his shirt. Duo reached out and unbuckled his belt,
drawing it off and tossing it aside. Heero did the same with his shirt
and shoes, kicking them out of the way. Duo came in to kiss the base of
Heero's throat as his small hands began to swiftly undo the buttons of
Heero's slacks. He slid the garment down Heero's muscular legs as he bent
to take one nipple in his mouth, lavishing it with the same treatment
the short-haired man had done to him only moments before.
Heero sucked in his breath as he felt Duo's mouth close over his nipple.
The sensation sent little electric shocks straight to his groin, causing
him to harden even more than he already was. He hurriedly kicked off his
slacks and buried his fingers into the hair at the back of Duo's neck.
The American straightened to look down at Heero.
"Boxers?" he said with a twinkle in his eye. "And here
I thought you were more of a briefs kind of guy, Hee-chan."
"At least they don't have little red hearts on them," Heero
"True. And black silk becomes you," the violet-eyed boy said.
"Still, I think they'd look better on the floor next to the rest
of your clothes."
"Then why don't you do something about that?" Heero asked, running
his fingers over Duo's bare skin.
Duo smirked and licked his lips. Kneeling down in front of Heero, he gently
tugged on the black material, sliding it off Heero's hips and down his
legs. His erection bobbed in the air, free of its confinement. Heero saw
the boy eye him with a predatory gleam as he was divested of his boxers
and socks. Duo rose up on his knees, grasping Heero's hips with both hands.
He leaned forward so Heero could feel the dancer's warm breath on his
shaft. His breath caught in his throat as Duo looked up at him wickedly
before running his tongue along the underside of Heero's cock.
"Ngh!" he cried out as his entire body began to shake. His knees
threatened to buckle as Duo lightly teased his erection with tongue and
teeth. His breathing came in heaves, and he tightened his grip in Duo's
hair. He'd never experienced anything quite like this before. Sex with
Relena, the few times he'd submitted, had always been on her terms. She'd
never have lowered her dignity to perform something like this on him.
Heero looked up at the mirror just as his lover engulfed his turgid member
in his hot, moist little mouth. The sight of the beautiful dancer on his
knees, worshipping him with his mouth was almost too much. He could feel
his release coiling in the pit of his stomach as Duo suckled him. Regretfully
he drew the American away before he spilled himself in his mouth. As much
as he wanted to, he wanted Duo to come with him when he did.
He helped the violet-eyed boy to his feet, kissing him deeply and gasping
as their bare arousals rubbed languidly together. Duo pulled away first.
Taking Heero's hands in his, he led the Japanese man to the futon cushion.
The American tried to draw Heero down onto the cushion, but the taller
man resisted. Duo looked at him questioningly. Heero reached around and
grabbed the end of Duo's braid, bringing it to the front.
"Take your hair down," he ordered, his eyes glittering in the
Duo reached for the end of his braid and undid the metal clasp there.
With delicate fingers, he deftly unwound the braid, shaking out the long
chestnut locks. As his hair cascaded down his back, the violets which
had adorned his braid fell to the floor in a shower of indigo and yellow.
Heero reached out and ran one hand through the long, silky strands. "You
don't know how long I've wanted to do that," he said, doing it again.
"Then don't stop," Duo replied, wrapping his arms around Heero
and gently drawing them down to their knees.
The short-haired man sought Duo's mouth once more, sliding his tongue
easily past the other boy's soft lips. Heero guided the young dancer onto
his back, laying him down amongst the scattered violets. He shifted his
body so he was lying on top of the violet-eyed boy, pressing him down
into the cushion.
He kept up his oral assault on Duo's mouth until his lungs started screaming
for oxygen. He broke away with one last nip at the boy's bottom lip and
rested his forehead against Duo's. The long-haired dancer must have seen
something in his eyes. "What is it?"
"I... I don't quite know what to do," he stammered. "I
mean, I've read up on it... but the real thing... it's a little different."
Duo giggled. "Just relax, Hee-chan. Think about what would feel good
to you." Violet eyes met cobalt. "I trust you."
Heero smiled and leaned in for a kiss. He reached out and grabbed one
of the violets on the floor. He levered himself up on one arm so he was
leaning above Duo. With his other hand he ran the flower down the American's
nose. He traced his lover's rosebud lips, then ran the soft petals down
the curve of his neck. He teased a path down the dancer's lithe body,
taking pleasure in the delicious sounds his lover was making.
As he used the little flower to tease the long-haired boy, he followed
the trail with his lips, nipping and licking his way across the smooth
skin. Duo's breathing quickened as Heero stopped just above his dripping
arousal. Holding the boy's gaze, he lowered his head and ran his tongue
around the head of Duo's engorged cock.
He lapped up the pearly drops at the tip, reveling in the headiness of
the strange flavor. It was an odd combination of salty and sweet. Wanting
to taste more, he wrapped his mouth around Duo's shaft and began bobbing
his head up and down. Duo let out a loud keening cry as his body began
to undulate under him. Heero grasped his hips to keep him in place. He
ran his tongue around the ridge of the mushroom-shaped head, then down
to the base. He did not stop there. Using his hands to spread Duo's legs
wide, he shifted his body so he was lying between them. He licked at the
heavy sac at the base of Duo's shaft, teasing it lightly. Above him he
heard Duo moan and thrash his head back and forth. His mouth traveled
lower until he found the hidden entrance to the American's luscious body.
He rimmed the outside before sliding his tongue within. At the intimate
touch, Duo gave a strangled scream and tugged at Heero's hair.
Heero climbed slowly back up his lover's body, enjoying the sensation
of flesh sliding upon flesh. He kissed the boy deeply for several long
moments before Duo drew back.
"Heero," he breathed, his hands still entangled in the dark
brown hair, "I want you inside me."
"I don't want to hurt you," Heero breathed back.
Duo reached over and grabbed a tube from under the cushion. Heero watched
in amusement as the American flipped it open and squeezed some of the
clear gel onto his hand. "You little minx. You had this planned."
Duo flushed bright red as he reached for Heero's hand and spread the cool
substance on his fingers. "You have to stretch me," he explained,
guiding Heero's hand down to the puckered entrance of his body.
Heero swallowed nervously as he slid one slick finger inside Duo's body.
He watched the younger boy's face intently, looking for any signs of pain
or discomfort. Duo's forehead creased as Heero pushed his finger past
the tight ring. Immediately he stopped, not wanting to hurt his lover.
But Duo reached down again to urge him on.
"Duo, if it hurts..."
"No. It doesn't... hurt. It's just... been a while," the violet-eyed
boy panted as Heero's finger slid further in.
The Japanese man pushed his finger inside Duo's body to the last knuckle,
twisting slightly as he went in order to stretch the boy. When Duo began
pushing back on his finger, he added another, marveling at how velvety
smooth the inside walls felt. Just imagining it encasing his own erection
was almost enough to send him tumbling over the edge. When Heero added
a third finger, he brushed against a fleshy nub hidden deep within the
boy's sheath. As he did, Duo arched his back and cried out. Intrigued,
Heero pressed against it again. Duo's response was to yank on Heero's
arms so the taller man was lying on top of him.
"I need you... now!" the young dancer half-growled, eyes gleaming
Heero grabbed the tube of gel and spread a liberal amount of the cool,
slick substance over his rock hard arousal. Hooking one arm under Duo's
knee, he lifted the boy's leg up and out. With his other hand, he guided
his cock to his lover's entrance. He gasped as his shaft pushed past the
tight ring. He kept his eyes open, watching the expressions play out across
Duo's face as he slid slowly inside, inch by inch, until he was buried
to the hilt.
Heaven. Heero was in heaven. The velvet walls of Duo's body caressed his
cock, squeezing it tight. He was hard pressed not to give in to the urge
to pound into the lithe body beneath him. He'd wanted this from the first
moment he saw Duo in the window. And by God, he was going to make it last.
He waited until he saw Duo's eyes flutter open. The long-haired boy whimpered
underneath him, shifting his hips in an effort to get Heero to move. The
Japanese man made sure Duo's eyes were on him as he slowly pulled out,
almost to the tip, then pushed back in. Both boys groaned at the sensation.
Heero repeated the motion, leaning forward to take Duo's mouth, his tongue
thrusting in time with his slow, sensuous strokes.
He kept up his steady pace, keeping them on the brink without pushing
them over. Duo's small hands wandered aimlessly along his back. Heero
glanced up at the mirrors on the wall. Watching himself move over Duo
was almost as erotic as the real thing.
Without warning, he pulled out of the American's warm body and flipped
him over on his hands and knees. The dancer yelped in protest but was
soon moaning once again as Heero drove into him. The change in position
caused the Japanese man to slide deeper into Duo's body. Reaching around,
he pulled the violet-eyed boy up so he was sitting upright and straddling
Heero's lap. The taller man urged Duo to ride up and down his shaft, allowing
the boy to set his own pace. One hand swept aside the mass of chestnut
hair so he could kiss the back of Duo's neck, while the other reached
around to stroke his lover's cock.
Heero watched them move together in the mirror. Duo's eyes were clenched
shut, his mouth open in silent passion.
"Open your eyes, koi," he breathed into Duo's ear. Violet met
cobalt in the mirror. "I want you to watch. I want you to see how
"Heero," Duo moaned his name, quickening his thrusts as he watched
himself. The Japanese man stroked Duo both inside and out, nibbling at
the back of his lover's neck. Their eyes never left each other in the
Duo rode him faster. Heero could feel the tension coiling in his stomach,
radiating outward from his shaft which was being repeatedly buried inside
Duo's tight body. He could feel the long-haired boy's muscles tighten,
indicating he wasn't far from release.
Before either of them could reach their pinnacle, Heero pulled out once
again, flinging Duo onto his back. He raised both the American's legs
high, almost bending him over double, before thrusting once more into
that tight, warm heat. He pounded the boy almost brutally. Duo threw his
head back, crying out as Heero repeatedly hit that spot deep inside. A
sheen of sweat broke over his skin, causing his body to glisten in the
candlelight. His hands clutched desperately at the cushion below him.
Heero thought the young dancer had never looked more beautiful than he
was right at that moment, writhing beneath him. He slipped one hand between
their bodies to pump Duo's cock. It didn't take much. A few moments later,
the American cried out Heero's name, spraying both their bodies with his
hot, milky seed.
Heero clenched his teeth as Duo's body tightened around him. He was close...
oh so very close. His lover was still shuddering around him as he thrust
once, twice more, then with a hoarse cry, spilled his own essence deep
within Duo's body. Bright starbursts of light exploded behind closed eyelids
as his release rocked his body.
He collapsed on top of the younger boy, dropping Duo's legs as he did.
They lay there for a long moment, electric shocks still coursing through
their bodies as they tried to catch their breath. Although his body was
still trembling, Heero managed to prop himself up on his arms to take
some of his weight off Duo. Noticing the pearly drops covering his lover's
torso, he ran his fingers through it, gathering it up and bringing it
to his mouth. Duo watched as Heero licked his fingers clean. When he was
finished, he leaned down to kiss the boy, slipping his tongue inside his
lover's mouth so he could taste himself.
Fatigue finally overcame Heero. He slowly pulled himself out of Duo's
slender form, gathering his sated lover in his arms. They spent a few
long minutes kissing and lightly touching. Then Duo shifted sleepily in
"Aishiteru, Hee-chan," he whispered as his eyes drooped closed.
Heero froze. He wasn't sure if he'd heard that right. He wanted to shake
Duo and make him say it again. But the even breathing against his chest
told him the young dancer had fallen asleep. Could it be? Duo... loved
him? He smiled as he held the boy tighter. Duo loved him! And he loved
the beautiful boy in return. That thought should have made him ecstatic.
Why then did he feel so afraid?
"Is this Relena Peacecraft-Yuy?"
"Yes. Who may I ask is calling?"
"Let's just say I'm a friend."
"Look, I don't have time for this. I don't know how you got this
"I'm sure you've been wondering where your husband has been these
last few months."
"What about Heero? Do you know something?"
"If you want to find out what he's been doing, come to the Juuban
Exhibition Center on the twenty-fifth."
"Wait. What do you know? Who is this?"
"The event starts at noon. See you on the twenty-fifth, Mrs. Yuy."
[part viii] [part x]
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