Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, wish I did, just enjoy writing about 'em
for free etc
see part 1 for warnings
Summer Sweat +
Heero opened the door of room
6, and Duo Maxwell was there.
Heero stood for a second, absorbing the man's being, and the way he looked.
The way he smelt. The way he smiled. As if he'd been there all morning,
just waiting for Heero to get up off his lazy ass, and come outside.
Heero felt giddy. The air suddenly seemed electric; the sun brighter than
before. The aroma of citrus teased at him, as ever. Though, perhaps, not
Duo looked fantastic! His eyes were bright, and alert. There was no sign
of any mistiness - any mysterious ghostliness. Duo Maxwell was a tall,
well-built young man, who held himself with confidence, and who bent his
muscled body forward to lean on the doorframe, supported by his braced
arm. The inside of his wrist was inches from Heero's face; Heero thought
that he could feel his pulse from there.
Oh - and had Heero registered how damned attractive he was?
Duo wore pants today, in a thin, silk fabric. An equally fragile, white
cotton shirt, which was buttoned down only from the middle of his chest.
Long sleeves, which had been rolled casually up to his elbows. His skin
was smooth, and slightly tanned. The sun was as hot as ever above them,
and Heero stared at the thin film of sweat in the hollows of that slender
throat. He realised he'd never seen Duo in daylight before. Christ, he'd
only met him in reality the night before! And look how that had ended...
Heero felt ridiculously shy. He looked quickly down at his crumpled shorts
and the last clean tee shirt he'd had left in his bag. He hadn't bothered
to comb his hair - just ran his fingers through it, on his way out to
find some food. Guess Duo would think he looked a complete mess!
"Tell me you don't!" he smiled, flushing a little coyly.
"Don't what, Heero?" asked Duo. His eyes were ranging up and down his
body. Heero felt goose pimples follow in their tracks.
"I - didn't you hear - think my thoughts - ?" Heero's voice trailed off
- he felt a fool.
Duo's eyes flashed slightly - Heero thought he may have mistaken the shiver
of his eyelids. When he raised his face back to Heero's, his gaze was
as assertive as ever.
"Walk with me, Heero. I want to be with you. I want you with me."
"Walk -? Yeah, sure." He shook himself out of his dreamlike state. He
needed to get going, or the whole day would be wasted - he needed to eat,
and he needed to bring some normal functions back into his life. Besides,
had he thought Duo would want to push him straight back into the room,
and fuck him where he stood? Had he wanted that himself? He sighed.
Duo stood to one side, levering himself back off the wall, and fell into
step beside him. Heero started to amble up the walkway, waiting for Duo
to suggest direction - but he knew where they would go; the courtyard.
The only place to sit and be peaceful. The place that he'd always felt
the strongest connection to. He thought now that it had been Duo Maxwell
he'd always felt there - his presence; his influence.
He snatched a look up at the man beside him. Duo was looking ahead, but
there was a slight smile on his face. His lips were moist, like he'd licked
them a couple of times. His fingers brushed occasionally against Heero's.
Heero felt ludicrously excited. His skin tingled like he was being stroked.
He felt breathless.
He didn't believe he'd ever felt this way about anyone before. And he
knew he'd never felt like this about Trowa.
They sat on one of the benches, together. Heero had pulled on his sneakers
without socks, when he got up - he toed them off now, and ran his bare
feet across the bright, pale stones. Shadows from the palm trees dappled
his calves and knees. Duo had stretched his own legs out in front of him,
and his feet were also bare. Heero couldn't remember noticing if he'd
had boots or shoes on when he came to call. His foot reached, almost playfully,
for Duo's. He wanted to press his toes on the other's long, slim foot;
he wanted to run his foot gently up under the loose hem of Duo's pants,
and touch at his nakedness again. It felt so close as to be tangible;
and yet was so modestly hidden from him. Duo allowed the pressure of their
feet together; he sighed, then leant back against the wall, and stretched
his arms above his head.
Then he turned lazily, and caught Heero's eyes on him. His smile was wide
"You were fantastic last night, Heero. I wanted you to stay with me -
to sleep with me, all night. Every night..."
Heero jerked his foot away, and his brow furrowed. "But I didn't -?"
Duo laughed, softly. "You wanted to go back with Trowa. To discuss things.
Though I think that neither of you were in a mood to discuss anything!"
Heero frowned. "Sorry -?"
"No," said Duo. He put his warm hand on Heero's arm. "Whatever you want,
you can have. It was acceptable to me. I will have plenty of time with
you, myself. And now Trowa is with the others, yes? So - you can join
Heero felt a strange tug at his emotions. There was a frisson of delight,
at Duo's touch. But there was also the slightest stab of fear - at something
he didn't fully understand.
"I - we've only just met, Duo. You hardly know me -"
The hand was tight on his chin, though he had no intention of resisting
it. Duo turned his face around, and firm lips came down fiercely on his
half-open mouth. Heero moaned, and his tongue forced eagerly against Duo's.
He'd dreamed of this kiss - this taste! He'd been hours away from
it, surely -? How did he bear with life, without it? His tee shirt was
wet with sweat almost immediately - his cock pressed impatiently at the
lap of his shorts. He put willing arms around Duo's torso, and he deepened
into the kiss.
"Hush, hush," whispered the voice that spoke and probed into his mouth.
Duo's hands were up under his tee shirt, and he felt himself pressed back
on to the bench - his feet lifting up off the ground. "Of course I know
you! I've been in your head. I know how you felt when you arrived - why
you wanted to escape. What you thought of your lover - and of Quatre and
Wufei. I know what you dream of, Heero. What you lust for."
"Not sure -" Heero was gasping around the furious kisses, arching ecstatically
against the pinching of his nipples. He tried to turn his head to clear
his mouth, but the angle of the sun shone into his eyes, and he had to
twist back. Duo's mouth claimed him, again.
"Not - sure I want you to know all about me -" he half-joked. He felt
a ripple of tension in Duo's body. "How can you see all that, about me?
Are you some kind of medium?"
Duo laughed, and he didn't answer directly. "I saw you through their eyes,
Heero. Through their hands - through their bodies. You and Trowa - you
were both ready for this place, you see. Ready for us. But you
- you are much more than just a refugee. You carry strength within you
that alerted me to you. It's a strength that I admire. Sometimes - well,
sometimes I can't even see it all..."
"This is a trick -"
And now Duo was angry - Heero felt the sudden tightening of his body -
the impatient breath from his mouth. "No, no trick, and you know that,
don't you? Because you have the same feelings that I do. Because you've
felt it too! Don't be a fool, now, Heero! It's just something about this
place that develops in us - that gives us a heightened awareness of our
"You have no other guests!" Heero protested.
"There have been many, Heero!" snapped Duo. "Do you think the three of
us arrived together, one dusty day? No - we arrived separately. As others
have. We are able to guide people here, who will benefit from our attentions.
Who are looking for someone - as we ourselves are."
He had ceased his fondling of Heero's body. Heero still lay flat on his
back, on the bench, with Duo's hand up under his shirt. But Duo's upper
body had pulled away from him. The dark blue eyes fired distress and anger
at him. The pupils were beyond depth - the irises were a well of sapphire.
"Looking for someone -?" muttered Heero. He could feel his skin cooling
a little, where Duo's body had been lying over him. "I'm not -"
"Of course you are! You've been looking for someone for many years! Your
passion - you need someone to share it with you -"
Heero was aware just how impassioned Duo was becoming. His hand shook
slightly, where it lay on Heero's chest. Heero felt that he was being
cruel, at pressing Duo further. But there were still so many unexplained
He pulled himself upright, with a sigh. "I had Trowa -" He could hear
his voice, and he didn't sound as bereft as he thought he probably should.
He found it difficult, when he felt the thrill of Duo Maxwell's palm against
his erect nipple.
"You did. But he was never going to be enough, was he? Not when you found
your need growing. And it has been, hasn't it, Heero Yuy? You can feel
it inside you - the restlessness. The desire. The agony of not being able
to be yourself!"
Heero stared at him. He didn't know whether to be angry at his arrogance,
or admire the truth of everything he spoke. "Trowa was my escape, Duo.
I made that choice; to leave with him. To leave it all."
Duo flinched, as if he were disturbed by the words. "But that's not how
he is now, Heero. He has decided that he belongs here. That he wants to
Damn you! thought Heero. "You could let him leave -!"
Duo looked puzzled; a little wary. "It's not a question of letting him
leave, Heero. It's his own decision. It has to be that way - no-one can
force anyone else here. But if we can offer what he wants..."
"And that's his true one?" sneered Heero. "Wufei? Or all of you?
Looks like he's spoiled for choice, eh? Guess you all get to stick your
cocks up his ass -"
"Maybe," said Duo calmly. He was unfazed by Heero's crudeness - his sudden
aggression. "It may be just one that he wants. Or more than one - a group,
to belong to. Whatever he wants, it's his choice - his interpretation
of the thing we all seek for. The thing that will release us from whatever
burdens we have."
He reached again for Heero's face, but Heero wrenched his head away. The
damn sun poked its angry fingers into his eyes, and they watered suddenly.
"Release... burdens...you talk like you're a prisoner here, Duo."
Duo was stroking him again - his palm was wet with sweat, and his fingertips
brushed against Heero's nipple. The tip was painfully erect - the touch
was agony, at the same time as joy. Heero felt his whole body melting
in the sun - melting under Duo, so that they would become a single body.
It was like a Dali picture that he once saw on a discarded magazine cover.
It reminded him that he'd wanted to visit an art gallery, one day - he'd
also wanted to spend time in a library. He'd wanted some money of his
own, and a room where he could leave his stuff without it being broken
up or hocked for booze. He'd wanted his own company, and friends of his
choosing, and to wake up of a morning without the sick feeling of depression,
and the wince of a bruise...
"Heero - stay with me," moaned Duo. He was licking at his neck; his hands
slid inside Heero's shorts and caressed at the swelling flesh there. "A
prisoner... I can see you might see it that way. But it's by my own device,
Heero. My own choice. It's a place of sanctuary, here..."
This time, when he reached for Heero's face, Heero let himself be touched.
He opened his mouth for Duo's tongue; his arms leant up and grasped Duo's
shoulders. He pulled him down, almost harshly. Duo gasped into his mouth;
his teeth grazed Heero's lip, drawing the smallest drop of blood.
Yeah, Heero thought wildly - it had been just days - it had been just
hours since he'd been with Duo! And maybe he believed this stuff
about Duo knowing him from the inside of his mind, and maybe he didn't
- but that was all academic, when he was with the guy, and his heart raced,
and his mouth went dry, and he wanted to be every minute with him -!
"Kiss me, Duo!" groaned Heero. "Kiss me - fuck me!"
Their tongues warred for minutes more - Heero's hands were gripped tight
on Duo's arms, and he arched under him in frustration. He wanted the man
- now! Here, on the hard, stone bench - now, on the dust-red ground -
he didn't care where! He wanted to spread his legs, and open his arms,
and let Duo have whatever he wanted. Because it would be what he wanted,
"Not - now," smiled Duo, though Heero could hear his heart racing in his
chest. "You need food - we'll fetch some, and you can come back to my
room. I want you there. You can be with me there."
"Room?" stuttered Heero, his body so painfully aroused that he thought
he might combust with the slightest spark of sunlight on the appropriate
trigger. "What room? Where do you sleep, Duo?" God, he thought
- but he'd never considered it! Did he think the man slept in the kitchen?
In some cloud, like a celestial being, somewhere -?
Duo was laughing. His eyes were bright with fever, but he was in control
of himself now. "You know that's ridiculous, Heero! I don't sleep much,
but I have my own place that I return to when I wish. I have room number
There were empty, crumbed plates on the floor - a knob of butter smeared
on a discarded towel. An apple core lay, browning, on one of the plates.
A jug of water was on the dresser, half-empty, with two glasses beside
it, their edges smeared with lip-prints and the lap of laughing tongues.
Heero knew that he had never felt better than he did now. Too much
sex... he grinned to himself. Wasn't that what he'd said before? But
it was more than that. There was something that had been brought out in
him - something that warmed and thrilled him, every waking moment. His
life was awakening, somehow...
He lay, naked, on Duo's bed. The same bed he'd slept in before, when he
was hiding from Trowa. Yes - that's what he'd been doing - hiding.
But not any more!
They'd half-run, half-staggered away from the courtyard and back to Room
4 - Duo had pulled him playfully inside, pressing the door closed with
his bare foot, even as he slipped the buttons of his shirt; even as he
advanced on Heero, his tongue seeking enthusiastic response. Duo had peeled
the clothes off both of them; surely, slowly, and very greedily. Heero's
sleepy sight saw that they lay scattered around the room - there was a
shirt hanging half off the dresser. His shorts lay in a heap, left just
the way they'd slipped down his legs. Just before Duo had grasped his
waist, laughing, and spun him out of the cloth that clung to his ankles,
and down on to the bed. Underneath him.
Yes, he sighed to himself. Duo had stripped him, and caressed him, and
licked his way all over his body, until he'd almost wept for him. Begged
him for more; begged to be able to touch him in the same way!
Duo had then pushed Heero off the bed, and on to his knees; he'd clasped
his head to his naked groin, and Heero had gone down on him with a hunger
that he never knew he possessed. He'd heard Duo's yelps of pleasure -
his groan of anguish, as his cock swelled in Heero's mouth, and his thighs
strained with the anticipation of climax under Heero's firm hands. He'd
felt the throb of delight throughout Duo's limbs; felt the veins of Duo's
cock leap and explode in his mouth, and the river of coming flood across
his tongue. It had been sweet, and sour, and more tasty than any food
he could think of.
He had swallowed every glorious, sticky globule, until Duo's cock was
dry of it again, and he could feel him wince with the sensitivity of Heero's
harsh tongue on his sore flesh. And still Heero ached for more.
"Heero..." Duo had moaned. "You are magnificent! Show me what else
you can do. What else you want to do to me! You cannot disappoint me -
you cannot shock me -!"
So Heero had licked the smooth patches of Duo's balls, trailing warm saliva
and explicit, sexy words across the thin, sensitive skin between them
and his ass. He had sucked at the sweat, and pressed his mark to Duo's
inner thighs. He'd been impatient, but also soothing and seductive, until
Duo's body had relaxed, and some life had returned to his cock - some
arousal, that could be tempted to more, by Heero's teasing, wet mouth.
Then he'd allowed Duo to roll him over on to his back, spread his legs,
and enter him.
It had been as amazing as the first time. And the second - and the others.
He could still feel the memory of every thumb print on his flesh; the
warm slap of Duo's balls against his ass. The trickles of sweat down his
heaving chest - the slick, crusty remnants of Duo's cum on his legs.
He lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. The mirror tiles were in
better condition in Room 4, than they had been in 6. His own, bright blue
eyes stared back at him through the blades of the fan. He saw his arms
slung carelessly behind his head; his legs fallen wide apart as he lay
there. The dark bush at his groin - the crease of the sheet beside him,
where Duo had fallen off his body after climaxing, and lain curled up,
Heero wondered what time it was. Damn motel - he had little idea of time
or place here! He realised that was because it was of so little importance.
Why should it be, when he could lie and touch Duo Maxwell? When he could
kiss, and suck, and fuck without restraint -?
The door of the bathroom creaked open, and Duo entered with hands full.
Heero saw he'd not bothered to put on any clothes. He also recognised
how that seemed to be Duo's natural state - it was when he was clothed
that he produced surprise, and interest. In one hand, he held a bottle
of sparkling wine, or perhaps champagne, though Heero had never seen any
supplies in the motel kitchen or dining room. It was pale through the
green glass of the bottle, and already open - it's bubbles were softly
hissing. Heero had never had champagne before. Perhaps that was another
experience that he'd always wanted to have. In his other hand, Duo held
clean glasses, and a box of something that looked like soft fruit. Raspberries
...the recognition glimmered in Heero's mind. Soft, plump seeds - bursting
taste. His taste buds watered; his cock stirred, ready for more play.
"Hey -" called Heero, softly. "Is that where you keep your wine cellar?"
Duo smiled. "There's ice in the basin - it kept it cold. But we must drink
quickly, before it warms up."
Heero watched him pour out two glassfuls. He wondered what decadence this
was, drinking champagne in the middle of the afternoon! For surely it
must still be day? There was the sun, slicing through the room, even though
he had drawn the thin curtains. And the afternoon heat, pounding through
the walls, making the sheets and their bodies slide against each other.
He heard the soft plop, as Duo dropped a handful of raspberries into their
glasses. The liquid turned a soft, blush-pink. A sweetness, added to the
sharp dryness of the alcohol.
Duo didn't clink the glasses together. But he raised his, as if in a toast.
"To us, Heero! To what we all want... to our true selves - to each of
us, our true one!"
"Yeah," sighed Heero, a little unused to such sentiment. But he imagined
that Duo was never embarrassed; Duo would speak his mind, and others would
- of course - listen. Heero sipped the drink - it was gorgeous. It was
rich, and rare to him. He rather thought he could cultivate a taste for
it! He laughed at himself, privately. It would be some years, perhaps,
before he'd be earning enough to be treating himself to that!
"Duo -" he asked. "Were you the first, here? How did you come here? Why?
I - " he saw Duo shifting, a little uncomfortably, on the bed beside him.
"Please tell me about yourself."
Duo was silent. He sipped; he looked down at his glass. Thoughtfully,
he dipped in a hand, and rolled one of the fruits out between his fingers.
It was dripping with the liquid; the reddened drops looked like blood
on his skin. His voice was very soft. "You don't need to know that, Heero."
His other hand reached out, and pushed Heero gently back, up against a
pile of pillows that they'd been using. Heero was half upright - his hand
still grasped his own glass. He opened his mouth to speak again, and then
Duo was pressing the fruit against his stomach - low down, catching against
his navel. Heero sucked in his breath at the sensation - the raspberry
was damp, and left soft, wet, dark red stains on the thin trail of dark
hairs that snaked its way down to his groin.
"But I want to know. You know about me - I don't know enough about
Duo's hand didn't press any further. The raspberry stuck to Heero's skin,
and started to feel a little messy.
"I can't remember, Heero."
There was a strange, almost stricken look on Duo's face, though he hid
it quickly and well. Perhaps he'd grown used to that manoeuvre in his
past. He was obviously drawn to look at Heero - his eyes were hungry for
his face; for his body. But he kept twisting his head away, as if in pain.
As if there were something in Heero's returning expression that disturbed
"I don't remember my past. I don't remember myself."
"Your family -"
"I have no-one. Yes, I know that - I was running from that. There
was pain, and a terrible loneliness, and I knew there was no-one left..."
"A - an accident?" murmured Heero. Had Duo been in an accident? Lost his
family, or something -? And, perhaps, his memory. "Wasn't there someone
to ask -?"
"There's no-one!" Duo's sharp tone brooked no argument. He had accepted
his loss, somehow, and wasn't prepared to search any further. "There's
no-one out there that knows me - even my name was my own creation. This
motel was abandoned - it had been called Maxwell's, so I took the name,
for a joke. Then I stayed. I was the only one here at that time, so in
that way, I was the first. I got some supplies in - I survived on little
enough. Then the others arrived, one by one. We made our own lives here.
Our own arrangements..."
"And - is that it?" marvelled Heero. He felt pain from Duo, now - an astonishing
thing. He wondered what it would be like to have no memories - no history.
No anchor in life - even if, like his, it'd been an anchor that was dragging
him down under the water.
"Yes," replied Duo. His voice was calm enough. But Heero felt the words
as if he'd spoken aloud. The words of pleading - of warning...
Don't ask me more. I have no more to offer you there. No-one has asked
me for that before...
"And in the future?" asked Heero.
Duo turned fully to him now. His eyes ran from Heero's moving lips, still
a little wet from the champagne, and down to the small puddle of sweet,
soft fruit above his twitching cock. The feelings from him now were talking
'desire' - were talking 'demands'. Were talking 'delicious'...
"What do you mean?"
Heero lay back a little on the pillows - reached out and put his glass
on the chair beside the bed. "You won't stay here forever, surely - you're
young - smart -"
"I'm horny..." grinned Duo, bending his head to Heero's stomach.
His tongue ghosted over the damp skin, seeking to distract Heero. But
Heero drew so much more from him now than mere words - under Duo's lust,
he felt a shiver of fright; he felt the growl of wariness.
"Yeah, sure, but - you'll want to do something else with your life, won't
you? Besides run this place, and fuck passing runaways -"
Too late, he knew his flippancy had either hurt or angered Duo. There
was a sharp stabbing in his head, almost like a slap to his face. "Don't
-!" he cried out, but more in anger than pain. His hand darted out and
grabbed at Duo. "You won't do that, Duo! You won't treat me like
that! Things have been tough on you, OK? But no more 'n the rest of us!
Don't fuck with my head anymore, or I'm outta here, faster than you can
pick your fucking raspberries!"
Duo jerked upright, and stared at his wrist - at Heero's hand, so tight
around it that the knuckles were whitening. He opened his thick, lush
lips, and nothing came out. Heero felt the pressure in his temples ease...
he felt the invasion relax and melt away.
"Heero - I'm sorry. I -"
"'S OK," said Heero, gruffly. "Shit, I'd rather have that attention a
little lower, y'know? I didn't mean that about - about runaways...but
if you wanna go back to the fucking part, I could definitely show some
It was a feeble joke, he knew. And Duo's sense of humour seemed different
from his, in many ways. He released his grip on Duo's wrist, but the braided
man still sat beside him, as if stunned.
"I must stay here, Heero," he said. His voice sounded some way away. "I
can't leave. I can never leave. The others need me - I need them. You're
the first that has affected me like this..."
"But that's what I mean, y'know?" protested Heero. "What about you
? Don't you need things as well? Things in your life - something
more than you get here?"
Duo was shaking his head, slowly. He looked back down at Heero. "When
I said I don't remember my past - I feel like I'm between places, Heero.
There's confusion, sometimes. But this is the place that gives me peace.
This is where I've belonged for a long time. I've always felt that there's
some kind of delay, you see...a decision to be made. And I've always assumed
I was waiting for the true one to help me with that."
Heero didn't really understand much, except for the nagging ache in his
body, and the desire to bring the other man's confident, possessive hands
back down on to him. He tugged at Duo, tentatively, and was more than
pleased when the lithe body bent back down to his whim. He kissed him,
and pressed him gently towards his chest; towards the small trails of
fruit juice, now spotting out along his sides. Duo's tongue was warm and
familiar, as he began to lap at the raspberry-flavoured skin.
Heero sighed with pleasure. "Trowa and I were on our way to the city,
y'know? There's lotsa opportunities there. Plenty of other things to see
- to do." What was he trying to say? He wasn't sure. But he suspected
- feared? - that his conversation with Duo was far from finished.
Duo's reply was muffled, as he sucked his mark on to Heero's naked hip.
"Trowa knows where he wants to be now."
Heero didn't know what made him persist in talking. Duo's lips were already
licking at the sodden raspberry, and swirling around the curling hairs
of his groin. His chin caught at Heero's rearing cock, and the dark-haired
man gasped with the tantalising sensation. His head was swimming. "Duo
- Christ - that's good... but - listen - this true one business
- ohhh..." Duo's lips were rounding over the head of his cock, and the
anticipation was like needles through his taut skin.
Heero struggled to continue. "I - look, I think I know what you mean -
I think I feel the same - about you!" He gasped, and laughed, and
grasped a handful of Duo's hair, trying to get his attention. Half-seriously;
half-nervously. His flesh ached for him so much..."Duo - listen
to me! Will you come with me, when I go?"
Duo ceased the licking - he ceased the sucking.
"What are you talking about, Heero? You've just seen what it can be like
here! I want you with me -"
"Yeah -," gasped Heero, reaching helplessly for him, begging him to continue.
"And I want you with me. But not always here...surely?"
There was no reply.
Then there was a sudden change - Duo pulled away from him, and knelt up
beside him on the bed. When Heero lifted himself up on to his elbows,
Duo put his hands to his face, and stared deeply into his questioning
"Take me, Heero. Fuck me! I want you to. I want you inside me. I'm yours."
"What?" Heero thought that the look on his face must be a wondrous thing
to behold - a mixture of astonishment, and delight, and fear. What
would Duo think of him? Some kinda virgin lover, he was..."You mean -
me -? But I've never done it before, Duo! Not been seme. I don't - wanna
- get it wrong... I mean - hurt you. Shit..."
Duo's voice was stronger now - more assertive. It slipped around his neck
and mouth, and murmured seductively at his ears. "You want it to be Trowa?
Your first? Or Quatre? He's wanted you all along, Heero -"
"Christ, no!" exploded Heero. "I mean - no, I want you to be my
first! I just -"
"Good," sighed Duo. He put his hands down on to the bed, so that he was
on all fours, and he wriggled his ass, as if to get comfortable. "I'd
want to see you with them, Heero - I'd enjoy seeing your sweet body arching
and wriggling and fighting with theirs. It would be a joy for me. But
whatever you did, at the end of it, I'd want you in my bed, and your body
to be mine."
He turned his body so that his ass presented itself over Heero's lap,
and he gazed back over a dropped shoulder. "And I want your cock to be
the only one that takes me."
"You will be my first as well, Heero."
Heero had read those trash paperbacks that used phrases like 'suddenly,
time stood still'. But in that minute, he felt that it did. He sat up,
paralysed with amazement and desire, and downright shock. "I - don't know
what to do, Duo -"
Duo turned again and faced him, reading the indecision in his expression.
With the slightest of sighs, and a warm smile, he slid down on to the
bed beside him. Slowly, he began to unbraid his hair - he loosened the
plait until the heavy strands hung over his shoulders, and the curling
ends teased at Heero's chest. Heero stared, fascinated. He wanted to run
his fingers through it - he wanted to lie in it - to bathe in it.
"Hush..." smiled Duo. "Lie back again... let me prepare things for us..."
Duo's lips were at his, kissing him; Duo's hair was brushed back over
his shoulders, but still tickled at his neck and warmed his ears. Duo's
hand was on his cock, stroking it gently, bringing it to a fiercer, thicker
agony. Duo's foot nudged a small bottle that was lying on the bottom of
the coverlet, and rolled it up into their reach. The tang of citrus was
in the air again, but this time Heero knew it was the smell of the lubricating
gel. Then Duo had the bottle open, and was covering his fingers and palms.
"Hush," was all he said, as he stroked Heero's cock again. Except this
time, his hands were cool from the gel, and impossibly smooth, and his
fingers slid quickly and easily over the crown.
"I'm gonna come!" groaned Heero. "I can't do it -!"
The 'hush' noise was soft, all around him, and he felt the agony abate
a little. Duo shifted in front of him, rolling round, and lying with his
back spooning into the harbour of Heero's body. Heero felt soft, thick,
sweet-smelling hair against his chest, and the warmth of an ass against
his groin - his slicked cock probed desperately at the crevice between
Duo's buttocks. It slid across the pucker of Duo's hole; it moaned its
frustration with a weeping of cum, and a particularly vicious throb of
blood through the vein.
"No need to rush," sighed Duo. His hips were rocking on the bed, and when
Heero looked down, he could see Duo's hands reaching between his own legs,
stretching to press gel-covered fingers into his ass. To prepare himself
for Heero. The first man to take him.
"I'll do that - " Heero gasped, and reached for the bottle himself. He
dropped the lid in his impatience and nervousness - his hands were shaking,
even as he lathered gel over his middle fingers.
"Lie behind me, Heero," hissed Duo. "Kiss my shoulders; grip my waist
with your strong hands. Lift my leg, and slide your wet fingers into me."
Heero wriggled up close to him - he gripped him round the waist, and felt
Duo arch up against him. He reached down and pushed Duo's upper thigh
forward, so that he could slide his hand easily in between the cheeks,
and probe for the gateway to his lover's body. He found it; an impossibly
small, tight pucker, offering fierce resistance to him, despite the heavy
coating of gel all over his hand. Duo hissed as he slipped in his middle
finger - Heero felt the muscles grip him, and marvelled at how different
it felt from accepting fingers inside him. Like he always had.
He slid another in, and began to roll them firmly - seeking to stretch
the hole. But every time he withdrew his hand, he felt the entrance close
behind him. He thought his nerve might fail him. Duo was panting heavily
- his words were thick and guttural.
"I don't want to wait any longer, Heero! I'm ready for you -! For God's
sake, this is what I want - I want you inside me, possessing me. I want
to be nailed hard into this bed - I want to be hammered into the mattress.
Be as harsh as you like - as greedy as you desire. Fuck me, Heero -!"
Heero pressed Duo's legs wider apart, and placed his fiercely swollen
cock at the pink entrance. Duo groaned. Heero couldn't help the unbidden
thought; Duo's ass reminded him of the raspberries in their love play!
He smiled, and relaxed a little, and then he could have sworn he saw the
hole flex open for a second, and swallow the smallest drop of over-eager
pre-cum. He took a deep breath, gripped harder at Duo's hip, and forced
the thick crown of his cock into him.
Duo gasped - he thrust his hips back hard against Heero's groin, and the
rest of his cock burst in smoothly.
Heero sobbed! He thought he might be doing that aloud, and for that he
was embarrassed - but he had never realised it could feel so good! To
be buried deep in a tight, hot sheath. To have hips grinding back into
him, moving in rhythm with him. He felt squeezed inside, and he also felt
harboured - and incredibly stimulated. Duo's body fit snugly against his,
allowing itself to be manipulated, almost passive in its acceptance, and
matching Heero's awkward thrusts with graceful ones of his own - he gave
little moans of encouragement. It was astonishingly erotic. Heero knew
that Duo had slipped a hand to his own groin, and was pumping his cock
in rhythm with their bodies' movements. Heero wanted to do that for him
as well - but he didn't think he'd be able to concentrate on more than
one thing at the moment.
He moved slowly at first, savouring the incredible feeling of his cock
sliding in and out of the tight channel; sucking its way out, tugged by
the gripping muscles - then sinking eagerly back into the very depths,
until he felt he was thrusting up into the heart of Duo himself. Then,
encouraged by Duo's enthusiasm, he began to thrust a little more speedily.
Then, as the astonishing feelings and the tight, moist heat plucked at
him, he lost all sense, and he thrust like fuck -!
"Heero!" groaned Duo. He rocked against Heero's body, forced to follow
Heero's pace, whatever it was. "God - it's so good - can't you fuck me
harder? Can't you go deeper -?"
Heero slammed hard against Duo's ass, so that the bed banged against the
wall, and he felt the tight muscles of Duo's buttocks against his pelvis.
Duo cried out, and his hand flew back and forth between his legs, thrashing
his own cock to completion. Heero clutched at his waist, holding him desperately.
He felt the rush of feeling race from all his extremities, down into his
cock, and burst up into the writhing man underneath him. He shouted, or
something. Duo's name was loud and burning and vibrantly coloured, and
it filled his mind. He remembered wishing frantically that he could have
made it last longer - he remembered the hot depths of Duo's flesh under
his fierce fingers - and then he lost coherent thought, and he remembered
nothing except the pure, glorious sensation!
The voices were loud, and they cried out with the joy of it. They wailed;
they panted; they screamed ugly, crude, arousing words. Hands were all
over him; lips at his body, sucking and nibbling; the force of his climax
was like nothing he'd ever experienced, even at Duo's hands. It was as
if several bodies met; as if many climaxes converged in him.
"Duo!" he cried, shuddering with the aftershocks of his coming. Still
gripping the man beside him, barely conscious of the other climax, wracking
Duo's body and making him shake in Heero's arms. "Wh - what is it? You're
in my head - they're all in my head -"
Duo groaned, and went limp against him. His hair was slicked with sweat,
and clung damply to both of their upper bodies. They were both panting
loudly - Heero tried, desperately, to stay hard and to stay sheathed inside
his lover. But natural exhaustion was sucking the energy from him, and
Duo's ass had sucked the sperm out - within seconds, his cock was soft
and flaccid again, and he slid out of Duo with nothing but wet noise.
Duo's hole was red, and damp, and still beautifully erotic - Heero ached
with the thought that he may have hurt him. Then he ached with the desire
to take him again. He just ached, he thought to himself, with an exhausted
Duo's sigh was one of pure satisfaction. He turned his head back, so that
Heero could see his profile, and the shine in his eyes. The muscles in
his arms were shaking with the tension - his lower thigh was partly trapped
under Heero's legs. As he helped him wriggle it out to freedom, Heero
felt a trickle of warm, thick cum travel from between Duo's cheeks and
down on to his own outstretched leg.
"You hear them because we've both found our true one, Heero. They're in
celebration of that! It's the only thing you could ever strive for - the
only pure joy you may ever find. Nothing will ever be better than this!"
And, in that instant, Heero agreed.
There were voices in his head, again... Heero could hear them. They were
calling, but they weren't calling him. They were calling for Duo.
Heero stirred, sleepily. What the fuck time was it? Why didn't Duo answer?
He could feel the man's long-limbed, wiry body beside him on the bed.
He felt his own cock bob gently at the remembrance. He liked this feeling;
this feeling of sleeping with Duo Maxwell. And from what he could hear,
Duo's breathing was heavy - it was regular. He was sound asleep.
'I don't sleep much', he'd told Heero. And Heero had certainly never seen
any sign of him in room 4 before this night. But the unconscious body
beside him told another story. This man was exhausted; sated; blissfully
asleep. Sleeping with Heero Yuy.
Heero drowsed again, until the voices really did become too insistent
to ignore. Then he groaned, and rolled on to his side to wake Duo.
But Duo was already up. He'd pulled on his silken pants, and nothing else.
His hair was caught loosely behind him; Heero saw silhouetted strands
of it blowing across his face as he moved around the room.
"What is it -?" he asked.
"Trowa's calling," said Duo, softly. "I must go to them. They want us
all to be together - to celebrate Trowa staying. Come with me, Heero.
We want you with us."
"God..." groaned Heero. "Can't I join in the party some other time? I
need some sleep after the damned good going-over we just had -"
Duo's teeth glinted in the dim light, as he smiled.
Heero examined his feelings. His tiredness; his nervousness. His curiosity
- his excitement. He knew which one would win.
He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, and lifted his arms to take
hold of Duo. They kissed for some time, until Heero reluctantly peeled
"Throw over my shorts, then," he growled.
The others were all in the courtyard - it was as Heero expected. The night
was as warm and still as the previous one - the participants were as naked
as before. Naked, and gorgeous! Quatre rushed to him and Duo as they walked
slowly into sight - he gave Heero's shorts the briefest of looks, then
was tickling and nibbling at his waist, until Heero laughed, and surrendered,
and allowed the young blond to tug them off and discard them. Quatre took
his arm, and cajoled him over to the pool - with a look of rueful apology
at Duo, Heero again allowed the boy to have his way.
Wufei was lying nearby, on a blanket on the ground, propped up on an arm.
Trowa sat in front of him, at his waist, leant back against his strong,
broad hip. They were surrounded by a spread of food, and the familiar
sweet, red wine. As Heero watched them, Wufei broke a pastry into pieces,
and reached one up to Trowa - the chestnut-haired man opened his lips,
and let Wufei press the food in. Trowa licked his lips, and smiled at
the sugary taste - then he opened his mouth further, and sucked Wufei's
fingertips in after it. Wufei drew in a harsh breath - his head dropped
back a little, and he dragged down at Trowa's lower lip. Trowa's even,
white teeth held on to the invading fingers; his own breathing was speeding
up. Wufei began to pump his fingers slowly in and out of Trowa's mouth,
and Trowa began panting in rhythm with it. His hand slipped to his lap
- he started fondling himself. Wufei watched his hand in Trowa's mouth
- he watched Trowa's flushed and excited face, as he grew more aroused.
When they caught each other's gaze, they smiled with genuine pleasure.
Heero stared at them, marvelling at their easy familiarity with each other.
He'd never raised a smile like that in Trowa, not even during sex play.
It had always been so serious...the man continued to amaze him.
Then Quatre dragged him down into the pool, and for a while he had nothing
to concern him but to splash and roll in the warm, comforting water.
Duo had come to sit beside Heero, perched on the low wall of the pool.
He was naked, too, now, the silk pants having gone the way of every other
piece of clothing that Heero had ever come into contact with here. Heero
lay back, his arms against the shelf, and let the small ripples lap at
"See how good it is, Heero," murmured Duo. There was the slightest edge
to his tone, as if he beseeched Heero to understand; and only Heero would
have heard it. "It is a feast - for you. For us all. A feast of all the
best things in life. You can have whatever you want... whomever
"I want you," hissed Heero, and his wet arm reached up to grasp
Duo by the neck, and pull his body down to him. Fierce lips sought each
other out - water ran carelessly over Duo's arms and torso, as Heero embraced
him. Laughing, Duo slid over the wall and into the pool, alongside Heero.
"So do I, Heero - I want you, too -"
"Only you -!" gasped Heero, almost fiercely.
Duo paused for the slightest of times, so that it was barely noticeable.
When he replied, his voice was very soft - he sounded slightly amazed.
"Only you... yes..."
Then there was another splash, and suddenly Quatre darted quickly across
the pool, dipping under the water, and tangling in between their legs.
There was little room for all three of them. Heero protested, and then
he felt the boy's face against his groin, and the soft plumpness of his
lips around his bobbing cock. He gasped - he snatched at Duo's arms, and
stared up at him, his mouth framing his protest, even as the lips under
the water sucked and tugged at him, and weightless fingers cupped and
caressed his balls. But Duo smiled back - a faint mistiness about his
eyes made Heero suspect that Quatre was busy about his body, too. Duo
wound his arms around Heero's torso, and drew him in for another kiss.
Heero twisted to face Duo, and felt the wriggling underwater baby release
his cock. And then a hand took its place - a hand that grasped him, and
held him just where he felt most sensitive, and began to stroke him, down
to the base of his cock, and up again to the tip, where the disturbed
ripples of the water ebbed in and out of his slit. A hand that dragged
his body even closer - that insisted he press against the body that directed
"Duo..." he sighed. They were both wet all over, now - they were wrapped
around each other, and Heero's hand struggled to reach around Duo's ass,
to caress him in return. His cock was swelling almost painfully, under
the water. He dropped his head to suckle at Duo's neck, and then his hand
slipped between the other man's legs, and he slid a finger into him. Duo
gasped, and Heero's tongue plunged further into his open mouth.
Another splash, and Quatre crested the water, head reaching up for air,
and water streaming from him like a leaping fish.
"Duo! Heero!" he cried, almost petulantly, as if he were annoyed that
they enjoyed themselves without him. "I cannot fit any part of me between
you - and I'm more proud of my figure than that!" They barely acknowledged
him, and a flash of some emotion more adult passed over his face. He lifted
himself easily out of the water, and began to shake off the excess - he
was stretching his body, to ease his cramped muscles. He did, indeed,
have a beautiful build - boyish, yet with developing muscles that gave
him a breadth and a shape to his torso that promised strength and agility.
And his profile was most prominent - his cock reared happily up from the
damp, blond hairs of his groin. The fondling of both men under water had
been very stimulating -!
"You should be very proud of that - " murmured Trowa, at his ear.
His hand slipped to Quatre's waist, and then round to caress the wet shaft.
Quatre moaned gently, and allowed the touch. His legs parted a little
- he turned his head to accept Trowa's hungry kiss. But as he did, he
called softly to Duo, standing in the pool, clasped in Heero's embrace.
"You are our master, Duo, aren't you? This is all for you..." Trowa's
mouth was busy on his nipples - Wufei's hands had appeared at his ass,
to dry his body with a thick towel, and to massage in some sweet smelling
oil. "You won't leave us, will you, Duo?"
He turned away, with just the trail of a cry, melting into the arms of
Heero felt the eddy of the water around him, as Duo grasped his hips,
and twisted him hard, face forward, against the side of the pool. He threw
out his hands, and grabbed the edge of the wall. Under the water, he felt
Duo's erect cock press at his buttocks - he felt Duo's thigh nudge between
his own, and force his legs further apart. Everything was cool and smooth
under the water - Duo's limbs felt much like his own. There was a lightness
of their bodies, and the gentle pressure of the water as it moved on its
own course, tugging their bodies with it. Despite this, he responded immediately
to the feel of Duo's fingers at his opening - he relaxed himself, and
he bent at the waist, offering himself to his lover. There was another
swirl of water around their legs, and the sharp delight of Duo's teeth
at his shoulder. Then the thick, hungry cock pressed into him, and he
cried out with the force.
"Duo -! Christ, that's - fuck me, Duo! Yes, I - shit!"
Duo had grabbed him around the waist, and spun him away from the wall
again. Still impaled on his cock, Heero leant back into Duo's lap, and
bent his legs to try to keep his balance. Duo spun him again, and then
again, until he was pressed against the wall himself. He thrust up into
Heero, and the angle was such that he struck at Heero's prostate with
every stroke; Heero cried out aloud with the pleasure. He reached down
to rub at his own cock - his hands splashed near the surface of the water,
and he sprayed them both as he pumped. Then, suddenly, his hands still
tight on Heero's body, Duo dipped down further into the pool, and Heero
found himself entirely underwater. Shocked - unprepared - he started to
splutter and panic, but still he felt the thrusts of Duo's cock up into
him, and for a second he contemplated relaxing, and letting the water
into his body, just so that he could continue to feel such an astounding
But that wasn't Duo's intention - he whipped them both up to the refreshing
air, within seconds. He was still panting, still hammering into Heero,
with increasing force and desperation. He bent him back down against the
wall, he took his stand behind him, and this time they stayed there.
"Heero, I'm coming..." he gasped, dropping heavily on to Heero's bent
back; Heero felt the ripples of his climax approaching, right up inside
his ass. He reached back, and grabbed at Duo's heavy, wet hair, and dragged
his lover's head down against his back. The two of them gripped each other,
and clung to each other, as they groaned and pumped, and spewed their
completion - Duo into Heero's ass, and Heero out into the thrashing, churning
water around them.
It was the first climax of many.
The night was very dark now, and only a few candles under the trees gave
the young men light to see what they did. Instead, they used their hands,
and their mouths, and they were never misguided.
Heero sat alone on a bench, his hair still damp, his lips moistened with
water and ice cubes, and slices of fresh apple, that had never tasted
so vibrant on his tongue before. He needed a rest, for his body that had
been so used by Duo Maxwell's; he needed to gather his thoughts, that
had been similarly twisted and enmeshed with Duo's mind.
The tableau unfolded in front of him.
Quatre stood, the shortest of them all, leant over the bench, hands against
the wall. His legs were wide apart - his head dropped spasmodically, as
his breathing sped up. Behind him, Trowa had his hands round his waist
and his mouth at the boy's shoulder blades. Trowa's legs were inside of
Quatre's - his buttocks were close up against his soft, pale ass. They
writhed and jerked together - it was obvious that Trowa was fucking him.
Trowa pulled out slowly, steadily - then thrust back in so that Quatre
gasped with the force.
Then Wufei was behind Trowa, stroking his back, his cheeks - playing with
his ass. Heero watched his fingers part Trowa's buttocks - the obvious
insertion of two glistening fingers into his hole. And in response, Trowa
bent his ass back towards Wufei, bringing Quatre up on to his toes in
front of him. Then he bent forward again, plunging deeply into Quatre;
and he set up a slow, rocking motion that pivoted him back and forth,
between fucking Quatre, and forcing his ass back on to Wufei's tantalising
And Trowa moaned a request that Heero had never heard him make - a request
to be taken.
Wufei stepped up close behind him. His cock was large and proudly erect,
and his hand took hold of Trowa's ass with a proprietary touch. For a
second, though, he paused, as if unsure how to join the couple and their
rocking, erotic dance - as if he were reluctant to disturb the rhythm.
Then Duo was beside him, tall and slender, but with a confidence in his
bearing that drew Heero's gaze, even if he hadn't been fascinated by every
move that the man ever made. Duo was murmuring encouragement into Wufei's
neck, reaching up to lick at his earlobe, fondly; softly. Heero stared,
as Duo took hold of Wufei's cock with one hand, and then reached to part
Trowa's buttocks with the other. Wufei's head went back with Duo's sensual
attack on his face and neck, at the same time as his hips went forward
with Duo's masterful hand. He was guided into Trowa, just as Trowa's body
leant back from a long, leisurely thrust into Quatre. Heero saw Duo watching
closely - watching Wufei's cock burst past Trowa's eager, yet tight muscle,
and Heero saw his hands remaining on Wufei as the threesome leant forward
again, with Quatre at the front. The rhythm continued, but with three
of them joined now. Wufei gasped with the tight embrace of Trowa's ass;
Trowa groaned with the fresh invasion, and the joy of his lover inside
him; and Quatre moaned with the delight of hosting the two of them.
And Duo stepped behind Wufei, looked up with lids heavy with lust, and
stared at Heero.
Desire is strong, Heero...a beast not easily killed... nor tamed....
Heero was rigid on the bench, knowing what he was watching - knowing what
this evening might bring. The men were all fantastic - he knew that, of
course. Each of them... He had been Trowa's lover; and he knew that Quatre
lusted after him. He believed that Wufei would be a spectacular lover.
And he had known Duo Maxwell in a way that he'd never thought possible
outside of dreams. He could still feel the evidence of Duo's ecstasy on
his lips, from only minutes ago, when he had knelt at his feet as he sat
on the bench, and sucked him off again. Almost aimlessly, he reached a
hand up, and wiped at his lips. The moisture there may have been water,
or fruit juice, or Duo's cum. He licked at whatever was there, savouring
it. He looked back at Duo, and felt the man calling to him. He could feel
them all tonight - their clamouring cries; their desperate needs and desires.
They were all one in him.
He knew how he felt. What he felt.
"Duo!" His voice rang out in the quiet courtyard, where for several minutes
there had been only whimpers and moans. "I - don't want to share you!
Do you understand?"
The gasps and the groans were silenced - the humping bodies slowed. The
air seemed more still than ever before; even the water was silent against
the bricks of the pool walls.
"Is this all there is?" cried Heero, and his voice sounded desperate,
even to himself.
"Is this all there is?"
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