Disclaimer: Duo and Heero and the rest of the GW gang aren't mine. This
story is. Nuff said.
See Part 1 for warnings
************ Time passing or scene change
*~*~*~*~*~* Major POV shift
Marriage + Chapter 7
As he and Heero headed up to
his - no, their - room, Duo found himself becoming increasingly
nervous. Despite his realization yesterday (Was it really only yesterday?
It seemed like so much more time than that had passed...) that perhaps
Heero not only wasn't straight but was attracted to him, the subject
hadn't actually come up again. And now they were heading off to share
a room - and a bed. He was genuinely tired after (politely) battling Quatre
all day over guest lists, wedding vows, banquet menus, and everything
else. He didn't think he was prepared to handle tackling a discussion
of Heero's sexuality and his intentions where Duo was concerned at the
moment. Decision made, Duo quickly said, "I'll wash up while you
figure out where they put all your stuff."
"Okay," Heero agreed.
On emerging from the bathroom a short time later, Duo muffled an only
partially fake yawn before waving Heero towards the room with a casual,
"It's all yours."
By the time Heero came back out, Duo was curled up on his side, pretending
to be sound asleep, yet well aware that Heero was not likely to be fooled.
He heard Heero come to stand by the bed and felt his gaze resting on him.
"Baka," Heero murmured softly. "You can't hide forever.
But if you want to play it this way tonight, that's okay."
The bed dipped under Heero's weight as he climbed in, then Duo heard him
breathe softly, "Good night, Duo." Within a few short minutes,
Heero's breathing patterns had settled into those of a sound sleep, leaving
Duo wishing he had that particular ability.
As Duo slowly woke, he gradually remembered the events of the previous
evening. He also became aware that he was laying half on top of Heero,
breathing in the musky scent that was uniquely his. Still only half awake,
he traced a finger lightly over the muscled chest he was laying on. Reaching
the waistband of Heero's boxers, he stopped, his imagination happily painting
in an image of him hooking a finger in that waistband and pulling them
down. His own boxers suddenly became a bit constricting as his body responded
to that thought.
"Good morning, Duo," rumbled out of the chest below him just
as he realized that his hardening cock was tightly pressed to Heero's
thigh. Reddening, Duo froze in place, suddenly doubting his Heero-isn't-straight
theory once again.
"Uh, Heero," he said hesitantly, "I was kinda wonderin'
whether you meant the same thing with that kiss the other day as I think
"I had several meanings in mind with that kiss," Heero
responded. "And one particular one in mind with this one."
With that, he pulled Duo up and fully on top of him, initiating another
kiss. But this time their bodies were pressed tightly together right from
lips to hips, letting Duo feel Heero's arousal press against his own.
Violet eyes clouded with desire and confusion blinked down at Heero as
Duo pulled back from the kiss.
"Did that answer your question?" Heero said.
Propping himself up, Duo just looked at Heero for a moment. Then, with
dawning realization spreading across his face, he gasped, "So - all
that stuff was on purpose?! The clothes... and the innuendoes...
and..." He trailed off into speechlessness.
Heero smirked up at him, "About time you figured it out. I thought
the cotton candy bit was a pretty clear statement, but you still just
didn't seem to get it. That look you gave me the first day of vacation
was the first sign I'd ever seen that you might be interested, but you
just wouldn't pick up any of my hints that I wouldn't be adverse to..."
Heero lifted his hips tighter against Duo's, grinding them together slowly
and making Duo gasp, then continued, "...exploring that interest."
"Oh yeah, that sounds like it might have definite possibilities,"
the braided teen responded, a slow, sensual smile spreading across his
face. 'Yes, yes, YES! Ooookay, Maxwell, it looks like sexual
frustration is not going to be a problem after all.' "Anything
in particular in mind for starters?"
"Need any help in there, Duo?" Heero called from outside the
"Uh, no, just have to get my hair dry," Duo called back, pausing
in his careful brushing for a moment. 'Why would he even ask that? He
knows I just had my hair to do after he got out of the shower...' "Go
on down without me, I won't be much longer!"
"I can wait - no rush..."
"No, go on ahead, just see if you can save some of my favourites
for me please! Tro tends to take all the grapes and I've noticed Wufei
snags the chocolate chip muffins if he beats me down to breakfast!"
There was a brief pause, then Heero answered, "Okay." The bedroom
door opened and closed again, signalling that he had left.
'Damn it, Maxwell, what'd you do that for? You just made him go
face everyone on his own, and it sure isn't going to take any imagination
to figure out why you two are so late for breakfast this morning,' Duo
thought, looking in the mirror and ruefully surveying his own slightly-swollen
lips and the very-noticeable red marks scattered liberally along his neck.
Heero bore similar marks. It wasn't like they had done anything wrong
- they were getting married, for heaven's sake! And all they'd really
done was a lot of heavy-duty making out and a couple of blowjobs when
it came right down to it. But he was finding the mental change of gears,
shifting from Heero-is-my-best-friend to Heero-is-my-lover, very difficult.
Maybe partially because he felt distinctly foolish now that he realized
just how obvious Heero had been over the past week-and-a-bit. 'No wonder
Quat practically killed himself laughing at me so many times. I can't
even get mad at him about it since I did the same damn thing when he and
Tro were runnin' around angsting over each other.'
Suddenly feeling distinctly guilty at having abandoned Heero, Duo decided
that as long as his hair wasn't actually dripping, it was dry enough to
braid. He quickly plaited it and headed down for breakfast.
Coming into the breakfast room, Duo decided that there was something definitely
wrong here. For some reason, just as he entered, Heero had slid his chair
almost completely away from the table. Heero's legs were wrapped around
the chair's legs and tucked underneath it. Noticing that Relena was sitting
directly across from Heero, he put two and two together and came up with
a four that left him distinctly pissed off at Her Pushy Pinkness. 'Shinigami
doesn't get mad - he gets even,' he decided, allowing a distinctly evil
smirk to develop.
"Good mornin' guys!" he called cheerfully, quickly crossing
the room to stand behind Heero's chair. "Mornin', lover," he
purred, leaning over Heero's shoulder and snitching a strip of bacon off
his plate. Glancing down the table, he noticed that the only available
places were on either side of Relena. 'Well, that just won't do at all,'
he thought. "Keep your feet up," Duo whispered in Heero's ear
as he straightened, then with one quick motion and a nerve-shattering
screech of chair legs on the floor, he hauled the chair, Heero and all,
around to sit sideways to the table and deposited himself straddling his
fiancÚ's thighs. Stealing a quick glance at Heero's expression, he was
relieved to find mischievous delight sparkling in his cobalt eyes. Reaching
out, Duo snagged a cluster of grapes off Heero's plate, eating one himself
before saying, "Hmm, better not eat all this myself - you're gonna
need to keep your strength up, too." He pulled another grape off
the cluster with his teeth, then leaned forward and transferred it to
Heero's willing mouth with a deep kiss. "Mmm, yumm..." Duo said,
licking his lips appreciatively as he drew back again, ignoring the assorted
snickers, snorts, gasps, and shrieks that his outrageous behaviour was
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