Pairing: 2x1 in this part
Warnings: CROSS-DRESSING in this part! ^^;;
Disclaimer: If I owned GW, I would be happy. I am happy. But to draw the
conclusion that I own GW from those statements would be to affirm the
consequent, and would therefore be an invalid argument. See?
Thanks to Triste for her reassurances about this part! ^_^
Week + Part 2: Sunday
I really hate working the early
shift on a Sunday. I hated it especially last Sunday, when Heero had just
got back and we had plenty to catch up on... OK, so I didn't have to be
in till 11, but it still cut short our... reunion time. I had to make
do with a cuddle that got me far more hot and bothered than it really
had any right to do, and a chilly shower.
Sunday is a short shift, 11 till 5, and usually pretty dull - we get a
lot of paperwork out of the way. International terrorists and megalomaniacs
like to take weekends off too. By 4.30 I was checking the clock every
two minutes, and as soon as it struck five I was out the door. I couldn't
wait to continue my... discussion with Heero. Who knew what fascinating
eventualities might occur?
I don't think anything could have prepared me for what I found when I
got home, though.
Heero wasn't downstairs when I arrived. I grinned, figuring he must be...
waiting for me. Hopefully in a suitable state of attire (or lack of it)
and with assorted accessories. I took the stairs two at a time to our
room, and was already taking off my tie by the time I opened the door
- but what I saw inside stopped me in my tracks.
The first thing to present itself to my somewhat stunned brain was - legs.
Then, it seemed to register that said legs were inside... black fishnet
stockings. My eyes followed this trail - I couldn't have torn them away
if I'd tried - up, and up... right up to nearly the top of those stockings,
where a very, very short skirt puffed out, barely covering Heero's nicest
physical asset . I could see petticoats. They were lacy and white under
the black French maid's outfit.
Heero... in a French maid's outfit...
My brain had shut down completely, and other parts of me were now doing
the thinking; I'd gone from nought to drooling pervert in about three
seconds, and the only thing I could think of was striding over to where
Heero stood, facing away from me as he looked into the mirror over the
chest of drawers, ordering him to spread his legs and just taking him
from behind, right there, with him, arms braced against the surface...
It was with difficulty that I managed to hold myself back; but I wanted
to see what he had in mind...
He turned round now, as if he noticed me standing there for the first
time. He looked... demure yet debauched, nervy but sexy - and I couldn't
wait to get my hands on him.
He took a few steps towards me, and I moved to meet him in the middle
of the room, managing to find my voice. "He-Heero... what...?"
"This will be where you'll be staying while you're a guest here.
I'm here to... look after you while you're here, sir."
I swallowed hard. "Umm..."
"If there's anything you need, or want, just let me know."
Oh god... he knew exactly what I wanted.
"If you must know..." Aww, he looked all embarrassed now. But
still sexy as hell. "I asked to be assigned to you specially sir...
I remember you from the last few times the boss has had these gatherings,
`Sir', ohh, for some reason that really got me. And then, I realised,
that that was the point; even though I'd never mentioned it to Heero,
he knew there was a little part of me that wanted to be called `sir' and
have a sexy, pretty boy in a sexy, pretty costume to be my... servant.
I licked my lips, hesitating a moment.
Heero looked at me quizzically. "Sir?" He came a fraction closer,
still tentative. "Is there... something I can help you with?"
I've always admired Heero's ability to keep his face straight. I've also
always admired his ability to turn me into a puddle of goo just by looking
at me with a certain... look. OK, so words were failing me at this
point. Heero knew damn well what he could do to `help' me, but his continued
feigned naivete was causing short circuits in my brain, causing all signals
to bypass my vocal chords and head straight for somewhere considerably
I decided the only thing to do was embrace my role. I put on my best leer,
and cupped his face with a hand, stroking his cheek with my thumb and
moving so close I could feel his breath on my lips. "Actually, there
is something I'd like you to do." I paused a moment before
I took his hand and put it on my crotch, seeing his eyes widen as I guided
his fingers, stroking myself with his hand. I moaned at his touch, dropping
my hand and letting him continue to rub me - he seemed to enjoy it, so
I let him for a while, but I'd decided what I really wanted. Leaving his
hand where it was, I put my own hands on his shoulders. He didn't resist
as I pushed him to his knees in front of me, and his other hand joined
the one already at my groin in unfastening my button and fly. His hands
were gentle, still that little bit tentative; I was almost embarrassed
at how much it excited me, at the eagerness of my cock... The tip was
wet with desire for Heero, and I gasped as he licked at the moisture,
tasting me for a few seconds before taking me into his mouth. I moaned
then, unable to tear my gaze away from him. His mouth was so soft, so
hot... My hands were still on his shoulders, and I stroked them, enjoying
the feeling of the silky fabric. It was my guilty secret, but I found
the idea of having a servant dedicated to my pleasure exciting. Very,
very exciting. Especially if they were this willing. And especially if
they were Heero, dressed like this... He knows exactly how I like
it and was using that knowledge to dizzying effect. He swept his tongue
over the tip of my cock again and I moaned again, overcome with sensation;
I pulled away from Heero for long enough to sit down on the bed, trembling.
He looked up at me inquisitively.
"Is... that alright, master?"
`Master'... I whimpered a little and nodded, tilting up his face and giving
him a lingering kiss before I gently urged him back down. He knelt between
my legs willingly, lapping at me again a few times, making me shiver,
before I was once more surrounded by moist heat.
I hissed in pleasure as he bobbed his head diligently, one of his hands
coming up to stroke where his mouth couldn't reach; his other hand, I
noticed, was rubbing his own lap. Much as the sight turned me on, I wanted
to make him wait for his own pleasure. I gripped his upper arm, making
him look up, his mouth hovering over my cock. Panting, I shook my head.
"I'm sorry, master," he whispered huskily, returning to his
task, eager to make it up to me for his mistake... I couldn't help it,
I put my hand in his hair, encouraging him to take me that bit deeper...
I moaned louder and caressed his hair carefully avoiding the cute little
hat: Heero was nothing if not a completist.
He sucked me harder now, leaving me breathlessly whispering exclamations
and entreaties. Every single little touch of his hot tongue on my ultra-sensitive
flesh increased my arousal tenfold. It felt amazing, he was amazing; I
felt myself approaching the edge quickly. I couldn't help myself, it was
too overwhelming. "Oh, god, Heero, I'm so close..." And then,
all I could do was cry out his name as I emptied myself into his mouth.
It was like I hadn't come for months, or something; I couldn't believe
how much Heero's sexy little charade turned me on. My body spasmed and
I clutched at his shoulders as I felt him swallow around me.
My eyes were closed tightly; when I opened them, it was to see him licking
his lips, his hand wrapped round my still-half hard cock. Even in that
less-than-innocent pose, he still had a look of ingenuousness that I knew
I wouldn't be able to resist in about ten minutes or so.
"Did I please you, master?" He really sounded like he was looking
for my approval.
I laughed, still out of breath. "Oh, yes. And" I leaned towards
him "I look forward to you pleasing me again... very soon..."
I captured his lips in a soft kiss, tasting myself in his mouth, and hearing
his whimper. It reminded me, of course, that he was still unsatisfied.
I smirked, a little idea occurring to me. I broke off the kiss and lay
back on the bed, patting the area next to me to indicate he should join
me. He did, crawling over me and giving me a delicious glimpse of even
more thigh. When he lay down, I propped myself up on an elbow to look
at him. He lay there obediently as I took in all the details: the garter
on one thigh, the frilly little pinny... the tiny, silky little knickers
that didn't even nearly contain him.
I smirked, running my hand up his thigh lightly, teasing him; he spread
his legs immediately as I slid my hand between them, but he whined in
frustration when all I did was run my fingertips over his thighs, exposed
above where the stockings ended.
I continued my lazy torture, enjoying seeing his reactions. "So,
you asked to look after me especially, you say?"
"And why was that?"
"Well sir, I... saw you looking at me... last time you were staying
with the boss... And I... I felt the same, sir..."
"The same?" I had a little mercy on him, moving my hand to touch
his balls, squeezing gently.
"Ye-es..." he was nearly panting now. "You looked like
you... wanted me to please you, master..."
"I... wanted to please."
I smiled, moving my hand to massage his cock through the skimpy underwear
he wore. "You were right." I leant down close to his ear, nipping
at it. "I did want you. From when I first saw you, dressed like this..."
That was certainly true. "How could I not want you?"
I kissed and nibbled at his neck, loving the way he tilted his head to
allow me better access, "But what do you want?" The only
answer I got was a moan, as I slipped my hand into his knickers and slowly
stroked him. "Does that feel good?" He nodded quickly, and I
grinned. "Do you want more than that, though?" Another nod.
"Well, I think you deserve a little... tip. You're a good little
servant. You deserve a reward." I could feel myself getting aroused
again as I touched him; he was being so pliable and responsive... And
vocal; Heero wasn't usually loud in bed, and I knew he was exaggerating,
but I couldn't help how exciting I found it. "But first, I have another
job for you." I removed my hand from his underwear, smiling at the
whimper he made. "Undress me." I'd realised I was still wearing
my clothes, and I was getting a little... uncomfortable. Plus, I didn't
want to get stains on my work shirt.
Heero sat up too, straddling me on his knees to unfasten my buttons. The
position was too enticing for me as I knew he meant it to be, in his
calculated fake-innocence and I reached under the layers of frill to
tease his cock again. He made a sexy little noise and arched into my touch,
moving closer so that our groins rubbed against each other. I gasped;
I was well on my way to being ready for him again, and as he fumbled with
my buttons I pulled him to me in a hungry kiss.
He soon had my shirt undone then, deftly untucking it and sliding it off
my shoulders. I let him take it off me completely, and smiled into our
kiss as I felt his hands slip down the back of my pants. I let him cop
a good feel as I manoeuvred out of them, and eventually, like the day
before, I was naked while Heero was still fully clothed.
Today, though, this was my choice. Oh yes.
Heero was kneeling to the side of me now, waiting patiently for his next
instructions. I kissed him voraciously, pushing him back. "What do
you want for your reward, Heero?" I asked against his mouth. The
obvious answer, the one I wanted him to say, was pressed against his hip
as I got on top of him, spreading his legs with my knee and keeping them
apart with a hand on each thigh under his skirt. I ran my thumb over the
soft exposed skin there as I unfastened the studs holding the ensemble
in place; he moaned, and I felt my own arousal throb with need for him
as I relieved him of his underwear.
He arched provocatively under me, naked under the petticoats now, and
I reached hastily for the tube on the bedside table as I pressed my mouth
against his passionately.
"What do you want, Heero?" He still hadn't answered me. I groaned
as I rubbed the lube over myself, not able to hold back much longer but
wanting him to tell me.
"I... want to please you, master! Use me! Please..."
I grinned. That was what I'd wanted to hear; moaning, I slid inside him.
I was glad I'd already had a chance to release some of the... tension
I'd been feeling; otherwise I don't think I'd've been able to keep from...
releasing it practically as soon as I was in him. God, he felt good! I
hadn't made love to him for a whole week, what with him being away
and things, so I took time to appreciate the feeling. I appreciated also
the feeling of the soft skin at the top of his thighs; I couldn't get
enough of the idea of Heero, my servant, silk and lace trimmed, legs spread,
obliging... I couldn't hold myself back, and began to move, thrusting
into him fast, like I knew Heero wanted it; though I knew his idea was
to act out my fantasy, he wouldn't have done it this way if he'd
not had plans of his own. I made short, hard thrusts, loving the sharp
little cries of pleasure he made as I went as deep as I could. He'd not
had the earlier release I'd had, so I knew how much he wanted to come;
but luckily for him, I don't think I could have kept him waiting any longer
even if I'd wanted to.
I nuzzled his neck, tasting salt as I traced patterns on his sensitised
skin with my tongue. "You... still want to please me?"
"Shall I tell you what would ohh please me a lot?"
Ooh, he was good under pressure. Like I didn't know that already. "Touch
yourself. Make yourself come. I... know you want to... It's OK..."
I managed to pant the words out.
His eyes widened just for a split second before they fell shut again as
I made a particularly forceful movement; he reached a hand down between
us and began to stroke himself quickly. I could feel his thighs trembling
under my hands, and after only a few stroked he stiffened under me, spilling
himself over his hand and, I could feel, on me as well: that was all I
could take and I joined him, shuddering and giving a few more erratic
thrusts as I copied him and climaxed, almost as intensely as I had earlier.
I lay on top of him limply, the occasional shiver running through me as
I tried to get my breath back, listening to Heero's heartbeat gradually
slow. I couldn't help the satisfied grin that made its way onto my face.
Looking down, though, I could see Heero couldn't either. He seemed happy
enough for me to stay where I was: he wrapped his arms round me and I
snuggled against him, sighing contentedly.
Still... I was curious... "Can I ask what brought that on?"
I smirked and kissed his lips.
He smirked right back. "Well, you gave me a very nice little show
yesterday, and so I decided to give you one as well."
"So you've been thinking about what we were talking about then?"
He smirked even more suggestively. "Yeah. A lot."
I grinned; if I'd not been pretty spent, the images in my head would have
been more than enough to set me right off again. "So..." I traced
up his leg with a finger "What else were you thinking of?"
"Well... we said there were some... things we'd like to try out?
And this, I know, was one of yours." He looked smug; he knew me that
well. I rolled my eyes and he continued. "How about we make a week
I raised myself up a little to look in his face. "A week?"
"You don't think you can handle it?" He was still smirking.
I snorted in mock-exasperation. "What I was thinking was, will a
week be enough?" He laughed, and I kissed him. "I think it's
a great idea, babe. So what's next on your list?"
"I thought you could decide. After all, I picked this one, though
it was for you." He looked smug again. "I take it you enjoyed
I groaned softly, in memory of how much I had enjoyed it. "Yeah...
I was wondering though..."
"Where did you get the costume from?"
"Oh, this? It's been in my drawer for ages. Never had the opportunity
to wear it before."
"You mean... it's been there all this time... and we could have been...
I'd have taken off in a huff, but I was too comfy and sleepy and happy;
so instead, I thought of all the use I'd be getting from it now. And,
of course, planned our next little game.
 I don't have to point this out, do I? ASS-et? *snerk*
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