author: fancy figures
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Flavour No. 7 + Part 4

A gull swooped overhead, crying. I was vaguely aware of the clammy fronds of seaweed back round my ankles. Persistent stuff. Was I back in the land of the living?

"Fuck, Heero... that was..." My voice trailed off. I was still kneeling, but I'd slumped forward into Heero's arms and he was holding me up. I seemed to have lost my skeleton somewhere, every limb felt like mush.

"Are you OK, Duo?"

His voice was soft, and wondering. I pulled a little away, and stared at him. And grinned.

"I'm fine. I'm so fine that I think I might never be so fine again. What crap am I talking, eh?"

He smiled back, a little shyly. Yeah, and I'm gonna believe this man is shy! After the way he kisses - after the way he worked my cock to a frenzy like it's never known - There was a twitch in my drooping shorts again. Must be the sun. I couldn't possibly be ready to go again so soon.

"Can we be seen? Should we move back?"

I looked round, but we were slumped down under the sight line of the driftwood wall, and there was still no-one else around.

"We're OK here. Please ..."

I didn't want to move. I wanted to bury into the sand and never leave here again.

"What should I do with this?"

He held up his hand, sticky with my seed. Lots of it. I hope to God I didn't blush. I reached for his hand, and lifted it up to my mouth. I snuck out my tongue, and licked a little off his fingers. Mmm ... so it's not ice cream, but it had a certain something. He pulled back his hand, shocked maybe. Maybe not.

He stuck his own finger in his mouth, and I saw the tip of his tongue flick around it, cleaning it off. Swallowing.

"Hn .. it's good."

I gazed at him, as he ran each finger individually in and out of his mouth, eating me. Savouring me. I could feel my breath hurting in my chest. I could feel another twitch in my shorts, and a damn sight more promised. This man was hotter than the sun today!

He pulled over the towel and we sat down together on it. Together. Nice word, eh? For a while we sat there, with me propped in his lap, his chin on my shoulder, just breathing together. He wore only his boxers, I'd left my shorts halfway down my hips. I could feel his skin, warm and sweaty, against a hundred points of my body. The sea murmured back and forth, as gradually my senses returned to normal. And I could feel his generous cock nudging my back. Jesus...



But he didn't go on. He just lifted his head, slipped an arm round my shoulder and turned my head to his. And he kissed me again. It was much gentler this time, but just as deep, just as greedy.

"Can we do it again? Do you want to?" he murmured.

Shit, did I! And more.

"What about the others?"

"Has it been an hour since we left them?"

"Fuck knows..." I moaned, as his tongue caressed mine. His fingers were creeping round my chest, probing at one of my nipples. It sprang up, hard. So did everything else. He peered over my shoulder again. Saw the erection in my lap - beckoning him.

"You're hard again."

Like, state the obvious! I leant back, deliberately pressing on his cock at the base of my spine.

"So are you. Nice cone, I must say."

"Your jokes are horrendous, Duo."

"So slap me around a bit," I sighed. "Punish me for 'em."

A few silent minutes, with a lot of kissing and hands running a bit loose around each other's bodies. The wind had dropped, the sea was a lulling ripple in the background. He lost the boxers, and I rolled him on to his front. I started to massage him with long, harsh strokes of my fingers, down from his shoulders, down and over his perfect ass. He moaned, and his legs opened slightly. Great legs. I ran my finger experimentally up between his cheeks, along the skin of the crack. Teased at what I knew I'd find there - soft, puckered flesh. I swear I felt it blossom open a little under my touch. Oh God, I wanted him. Like I'd never wanted anything else in my life. How did he feel about that? About me?

"Heero - you wanna go further? You know how I feel about you now - how much I want you. All of you."

Did he know what I was suggesting? Did I know myself? I'm not quite the great lover that others assume... He was still laid face down, and his voice was a little muffled. I think he liked the slight protection it gave him against embarrassment.

"Duo, this day has been the greatest discovery of my life. The greatest delight. That I never thought I'd find - that I never thought I deserved. You can do whatever you want."

"Heero - I wanna fuck you..."

"I know. I'm not a complete recluse, you know. I have heard Quatre and Trowa some nights."

My mind whirled at the thought of him lying there in the dark, listening to them fuck. Just like I did, plenty of times. Never realising he was awake, too. Hell... He took a deep breath.

"I want you to. I want whatever you'll give me."

I was holding my breath, trying to absorb his words. He trusted me - he'd let me do whatever I wanted. No, he'd welcome it. Shit. I was pretty overwhelmed.

"Relax, then," I murmured."But we'll only do what you're happy with."

I dropped my head and started to kiss along his spine. He shivered, but it was with delight. Then I sat up briefly and reached out along the sand and pebbles to find something.

"What are you doing?"

"Hush... just a toy..."

I had a handful of the soft, frothy seaweed, one that wasn't too wet. With my free hand, I began to knead the muscles of his left buttock, sweeping down under the cheek, then up the crack, and back to the small of his back. Then I paid the same attention to the right one. He leaned up into me, I could see the muscles contracting in pleasure along his hips and back.

"You like that?"

"Hn..." I shifted my shorts to my ankles, and kicked them away. Quickly, I straddled his thighs, lifting myself off so that I didn't lean my whole weight on him. Then I lifted the seaweed high, so that only the very edges reached his skin, and I moved it slowly and tantalisingly down his backbone. He breathed in sharply. Goosebumps sprang up everywhere on him. He tried to pull himself up.

"Wet - cold -"

"No," I said, sharply."Relax. Enjoy. I won't hurt you."

And I moved it up and down again, watching the soft fronds tickle at him, the way that the damp green suckers clung to his skin, then were tugged back up and on to another bed of flesh, all the way down his body. I settled them on his ass, stroking each cheek, spreading the tendrils across his flesh, drawing them tortuously up his crack. Damn fine entertainment, I must say. My braid tickled at the base of my spine, teasing the naked flesh. My cock was hot and bouncing just above his thighs. I think I may have dripped some pre-cum on to him, but no-one noticed. He was groaning.

"It hurts, Duo..."

"What? It's only seaweed, man -"

"No. My cock hurts. I'm lying on it - it's too hard -"

I grinned. I looked at the pale silver trails of sea water left by the seaweed as it had travelled along his skin. I saw small patterns of sand grains on his legs - the towel was full of it, having taken too much punishment itself, as we'd rolled and grappled and snogged our way to here. Anything more athletic, and we risked getting sand in places where the sun didn't shine. Ouch!

"It's gonna be tough with the sand 'n all, Heero. P'raps we'd better wait to do anything else until we get home tonight."

"You make me wait," he snapped, still a little muffled," and I'll kill you." Whoa!

"Come on, then," I said, voice rather hoarse. My heart was beating very fast. I stood up, and helped him up beside me. His cock was definitely too hard to be comfortable. Very definitely so. Yum! I pressed him again up to the pillar. His mouth reached for me.

"Turn round, Heero." His wary eyes caught mine. "Only if you want to -"

"I do. I will." He turned, and placed his hands around the green-streaked wood. "Please, Duo. I want you."

Gently, I moved his legs apart, bent his back down slightly so that he leant back out from the post. His ass was offered out to me, and my eager cock was all for plunging straight in. But I couldn't do that to him. Not my Heero.

"Wait here a minute," I gasped. "Don't move!" And I turned and ran back to where we'd abandoned the beach stuff.

"Where are you?" he was calling. His tone promised Instant Death unless I responded.

"Here," I whispered, and he started at my voice so close to his ear. "I had to fetch something. To make it easier - I won't hurt you. I won't let that happen."

He gave a strangled laugh. "Did anyone see you? Running about the beach, stark naked?"

So I was.

"No, it's still deserted. If anyone comes out this way, they'll only see our heads over the top of the driftwood, nothing more. Do you want to go on? I'll stop if you're worried -"

"Shut up," he said, tightly. "What did you fetch?"

And I had to smile. I had a handful of the most gooey, colourful mess that I'd ever seen - the ice cream remnants from six sorry cones that had been slowly dissolving into sodden wafer and goo, back beside our beach bag.

"My favourite, Heero, of course."

"Oh God, you don't mean -" Heero was twisting round, trying to see what I was doing.

"Don't look, man," I said, hastily. "It'll do the job, but it's not the prettiest sight on the beach."

"I don't -"

"Shut up," I replied, in the same tone he'd used. And he did.

I was in severe pain from wanting him. I stroked the smooth, shining flesh of his ass that nested in my hands, slid my spare hand round to hold his swollen cock, bobbing in the air in front of him. He gasped, and bent his head. I pumped a coupla times - nothing too provocative - and then ran the fingers back to his hips, and then to his crack again.



"You gonna wake up tomorrow and kill me for this?"

"Is that what you think of me?"

Well, yeah, I thought. Or that's what I would have thought when I woke up this morning. Things had kinda changed since then, of course.

"Don't worry, Duo. I won't kill you." I let out the breath I didn't realise I'd been holding. I ran my finger gently over his hole. Very cute indeed. I felt so full of emotion I wondered how I ever existed before, without this feeling.

"Will it be cold?" he almost whispered. "I doubt it. Not now..."

"What flavour is it?"

"No, Heero." I'd had enough now, I was the one who was deathly serious."No more jokes. I want you so badly that there's bits of me gonna fall off soon. Please let me look after you." I dipped my head to his back, and sucked gently at the base of his neck. I pressed my groin against his ass, so that he could feel how I was.

"Go ahead..." he groaned. "Fuck me."

I stepped back and coated a couple of my fingers with the ice cream slush. I could see the chocolate, always the boldest colouring, and the much pursued pistachio. The rest was just a bright, liquid mixture. Gently, I pressed my middle finger up to his hole, and I slid it in. He tensed, but he didn't try to straighten up or turn round. It felt so good. I was trying to hang on here, but my other hand itched to play with my cock, to soothe it somehow. But I didn't want to waste the ice cream. Slowly, I slid in another finger, and tried to stretch him a little. He was bucking his hips, trying to push back on to my fingers.

"More, Duo -"

I covered another finger, pressed it in to join the others. I rolled 'em round, pushed gently back and forth. At the same time, I spread the rest of the goo up and down my cock, coating it generously - and driving myself close to insanity. The sun was still hot on my back, but we were both sweating for various other reasons. Then I curled my middle finger again and probed gently inside him. He yelped.

"Oh God, what's that?"

"Magic," I panted."Let it happen, Heero, concentrate on it -"

I probed for his prostate some more, and he groaned and clenched around my finger. I took my other hand round to his groin again, and started to pump his cock, until he was gasping. He was huge, and throbbing angrily under my fingers. He wanted me badly. I drew my finger out of his ass and he almost whimpered. But he felt my hand between his cheeks, and then something else there, and he went perfectly still.

I parted the perfect globes, I drank in the sight of the cute little pucker, with little bubbles of ice cream dribbling out of him. Oh shit. I took hold of my poor, desperate cock and I pushed it very slowly, but very firmly into Heero. It slid well - the blessed ice cream did its job - but he still shook with the shock, and I felt his stomach muscles clenching to cope with the invasion.

"I can't stop now, Heero," I groaned.

"I don't want you to," he replied, just as breathless."It's so good, Duo... you feel so good. I - it's like my best dreams..." God, the man was an angel!

I started to move in and out of him, such a tight, delicious sheath, warming and exciting me. We were both nervous, I guess, because we were a bit clumsy together, but the thrill more than made up for it. He was so hot, so fantastic - so - superlatives escaped me, because the throbbing was starting in my groin and was racing hard and fast to the tip of my cock, and all control was speeding away from me ...

"Heero, I'm sorry, I can't wait -"

"Harder, Duo - please - yes -!"

I found an ounce of clear thought and I clamped my hand round his tortured dick, and I pumped him in time to my thrusts. I was hurtling off the cliff, but we'd go there together -

And then we stopped abruptly, by mutual, unspoken agreement.

"What was that?" he grunted. I heard the noise too. Like footsteps!

We stood, a frozen tableau. God, what a sight we musta looked! Heero with his hands clutching the post under the pier, and me, pressed flat against his back, hanging on to his waist with one hand and his cock with the other. Both of us seriously flushed, my long hair half out of its braid, hanging down over my shoulder. Butt naked. It was pretty obvious what we were doing. I prayed silently that we weren't gonna be discovered. Not for my own sake - but I didn't want Heero to be put off the whole thing for life. We hardly breathed, unable to decide what to do.

And then they passed, the footsteps - small, four-footed footsteps, as a thin, mongrel dog came racing past us, kicking up the sand as he went. He ran on, under the pier, following some unknown instinct, and was lost to view. We still waited - but there was no owner following.

"Oh God," breathed Heero, and then he laughed. His body shook, and I felt it all down my chest. It's like we were two halves of the same man.

"You OK?" I grimaced. My cock was demanding to get going again.

"Oh yes," he murmured."Very fine - that's what you said, wasn't it? So fine that you didn't think you'd ever be so fine again? Come on, Duo, get on with it. I need you ... come on!"

And to my delighted shock, he leant back with one hand, grabbed my hip, and started to rock me back into him. We moved together then, no longer nervous, no longer careful. Just hard, desperate fucking, and it was the most astounding thing of my life.

"You're so- hot-" I groaned.

"So- good-" he hissed back. "Fuck me, Duo, fuck me hard!"

We rocked into a fast, sweaty rhythm, and it was like we were made to fit each other, and this time as I fell off that cliff there was no stopping me. I thrust once, twice more, then I felt Heero clench round me, and his cock leap in my hand, and he yelled as he came; gloriously spurting all over me and on to the sand below, and he was laughing again, with the relief and the delight - or so I hoped. And then I didn't care, because I was following behind him, clutching his hips to me, grinding myself as deep as I could go, until I thought I'd come out the front of him, and my climax was as fierce and as wet and as noisy as his, bursting up into him, again and again until I thought I'd pass out.


I was slumped against him again, back in his lap. He'd found his boxers and pants and got dressed again, and I'd dragged my damp shorts back on. There was sand scratching inside 'em and I didn't care. I was barely awake. Jesus, and it was only five in the afternoon. I'd be using a walking frame next!

"I can't believe this all happened, Heero," I sighed, totally satisfied. "You've never given the slightest hint this is what you wanted. You acted the real geek - and now you make me feel better than - than ice cream!" I couldn't think of a higher compliment. "What's got into you?"

"You have," he murmured, mischievously."Right into me. And I want you to get into me again, when we have the chance." He suddenly looked wary again. "You will, won't you?"

"I might do," I yawned, rolling sideways and stretching out on my back. Didn't want to leave the warmth of his body, but I had to nap."Depends how much ice cream you bribe me with." But I leant back and kissed him anyway,"cos I guess he doesn't always understand my humour. He sneaked a hand down the front of my shorts and I had to - very reluctantly - take it out. We had to get back soon and I, for one, was knackered.

"Duo - I guess Quatre was right, wasn't he?"


"The theory that ice cream is good for you... relieves stress - gives a sense of well being..."

I chuckled.

"You're a prick teasing bastard, Heero Yuy."

"You're a manipulative, greedy ice cream freak, Duo Maxwell."

We grinned. It's best to know who you're dealing with, isn't it?

"'You can rest now," came his quiet whisper."There's a little time left."

His eyes were fierce on me again, like they had been all that time ago - but now the weird look was one I recognised. And treasured.

"I'll watch out for you. When it's time, I'll wake you."

"Thanks," I yawned again, and my eyes were closing of their own accord. The sun was lower now, still warm, but with a red glow that signalled the end of the day was coming. It was damn good to be at the seaside. Damn good to be kissing and fucking the man I worship, with the sea beside me and the sand under me. Damn tiring, though......

My last sight, before I slept, was of Heero sat beside me, hand on my brow, brushing off the fringe. Watching out for me, indeed.


We found the others finally at a café, round the corner from the pier. They were clustered round a table, faces pink from the sun, laughing and passing round more photos.

"There you are!" exclaimed Quatre. "I would have come to get you soon. We must think about getting back."

I slid into a chair beside him, Heero opposite me. Our knees knocked together under the table.

"But you didn't know where we were, Quatre. I - forgot to come and find you."

"'Yeah," he smiled, ruefully.

"And where's our ice cream?" added Trowa.

I flushed. "Damn, forgot that too!"

Quatre peered at the pile of photos on the table, then wriggled one out.

"'Don't worry, we've ordered here instead. I knew I wouldn't be able to rely on you to share."

He smiled over at Trowa, then turned back to me and his next words caught me totally unawares.

"And of course I knew where you were - you chose well, it looked like a beautiful piece of beach. And very secluded. I'm just sorry we ran out of time to come and join you."

"'You knew- you-" My mouth opened and shut and stayed that way. I thought it might be safer.

"I got a lovely photo of you both," he continued, with a fond smile at the dangerous little square in his hand. "'Though I had to lean right over the promenade wall to get the focus."

There was a squeak from Heero that I think only I noticed.

"Look Trowa - isn't it sweet? The two of them together - and Heero's smiling at last..."

That was it, I snapped. I pushed my chair back, leant over to him and snatched the photo.


And I breathed again. It was us, definitely, but it was us at the end of the day. I was laid out on the sand, fast asleep. I think my mouth may have been open, I hope to God I hadn't been snoring. Heero was sat beside me. The photo was too far distant to catch the look in his eyes - but I could remember it. His head was turned down slightly, looking at me. His hand was on the sand, the fingertips touching my hip. Just two guys relaxing. OK?

I showed it quickly to Heero. Our eyes met.

"Yeah, it is rather cute," I said.

His smile broadened. P'raps he wouldn't be too embarrassed to admit to us being together. To our friends, at least. It gave me a bit of a lump in my throat.

The ice cream was arriving, several plates of it. I found I had a ravenous appetite. OK, so I always do.

"We got extra for you both," said Quatre. "Though I wasn't sure what flavours to get - but, then, that doesn't matter to Duo, does it? He could probably eat all six."

Trowa was staring at Heero, who had suddenly turned scarlet, no other word for it.

"But Heero does not like ice cream, does he?" he said, softly.

"I- don't mind-" he grunted.

There was an instant, shocked silence around the table. They all stared at him.

"What's up?" asked Wufei, suspiciously. Always the last to catch on, Wufei.

It was a serious character change for Heero. My tasty lover was in dire danger of discovery!

I pushed one of the plates between me and Hero, and picked up the spoon. I was extremely pleased to see that he was shifting uncomfortably in his seat. I stared at him until he lifted those bright blue eyes to mine. The look in them was pure hunger - and not for ice cream! I winked at him.

"Nothing's up, Wufei," I announced. Though that might have classed as a technical lie, because there was definitely something up again in my shorts. I still held the photo of us in my hand. I rolled it quickly into a stunted cone shape, and landed a dollop of my ice cream in the top. Everyone stared at me as I passed it to Heero with a flourish. I leaned towards him, and breathed on his flushed skin. I could feel the ache from it as if it mirrored my own.

"Just for you, Heero - Flavour No 7. Heero flavour."


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