Author : FancyFigures
see part 1 for warnings

Trigger Happy + Part 2

I sat back in the chair now, hands nowhere near him. I wasn't going to let him know how much my palms were itching to run themselves back over that skin, all flushed now with his shameful confession. Who'd have thought the Perfect Soldier could be so very Un-perfect? So selfish, so manipulative -- so lusty?

Who'd have dreamed it -- except me?

He sat there, legs slung over the side of the bed, hands at his side. Still no attempt to cover up, though his erection was wilting. Still the finest figure of a man I'd ever seen. Or wanted. He looked fucking miserable and that was fine to me. But distressing as well, 'cos all I'd ever wanted was to coax a smile out of that cold man, a laugh, an expression of joy. OK, so I had dreams about other sounds, other expressions -- those vivid blue eyes locked on mine as I touched him, lips opening to take my tongue, to suck on my fingers; whimpers when I teased his nipples, gasps when I sucked him off -- God, did I want to suck him off, like I'd all but started to!

"So how long were you planning to keep it up? This mind control?"

"It was for the mission -- to see how you may have been affected --"

"Crap! What did you tell Q you were going to do?"

Heero groaned. "I said that I would ask you to do some silly tests -- say nursery rhymes, put your coat on back to front, that sort of thing..."

What a jerk! "And instead, you got me to touch you up. Just how peverted is that?"

"What do you want me to say?" His eyes were flashing their Death Glare at me, his fists were clenching at his sides. It was good to see. I wasn't gonna be able to hide the activity in my lap for much longer. He should put some clothes back on, or I was gonna jump him here and now. But not just yet... I was owed my revenge, wasn't I?

His voice was angry, but a little choked. "You know now that I am gay, you can deal with that as you wish, I cannot hide it anymore. I assume you are disgusted, for I am sure I would feel the same way if I had been -- touched up, as you say -- by someone of the opposite sexual preference. Against my will."

I gave him no idea of how I felt at the moment.

"So why did you? Just curiosity, eh? Just 'cos I was handy, and at your mercy?"

"Hn," he was struggling with something. "No -- it's you I want. I understand that I must be gay, but it's only you that I want. There have been no others. I thought I may find a clue as to -- as to how you feel. If you might feel a similar way. If we might be more than teammates. I knew you wouldn't be able to keep quiet, left alone, still confused -- you'd let something loose..."

And I sure did that. I bit my lip. His honesty was fairly humbling, even for me.

"You didn't think you could just ask?"

"Hn." A furious shaking of his head. And what sort of hypocrite was I, when I'd kept my similar feelings hidden for so long? "So laugh at me, now, Duo. Before you file a report. It is what I deserve."

I cleared my throat. Leant slightly towards him.

"So you asked me to touch your cock."

Heero shook his head, the first light of puzzlement in his hooded eyes. "No, I never did. I -- did not find the nerve in the end."

"But I did touch it."

"Yes. You did." And he sat back a little, probably unconsciously, but his cock throbbed and twitched up, and it was shining with moisture at the tip. Glad to see the memory was a good one, Heero, I thought smugly.

I made my voice very low, very husky -- as sexy as I could. It wasn't diffficult, faced with Mr Sex on Legs. "You're a fool, Heero Yuy. You didn't need mind control to get me to do that."

"Hn?" He hadn't got it yet. Best pilot I knew, and yet he had squat in the personal relationships department.

"So -- tell me again what I did to you."

"You don't remember?" There was panic on his face. Ha bloody ha! He'd assumed it was wearing off -- now, p'raps, he wasn't so sure. My turn, old pal.

"Not all of it. You said this -?" I reached deliberately out, and -- oh joy -- tweaked his right nipple. It leapt into a hard, golden pink nub between my fingers. He gasped, and his eyes closed involuntarily. I grinned. "Just one, or both of 'em?"

"Both," he panted. He was clutching the sheets underneath him with his death grip. I reached out the other hand and took the pair, rolling them experimentally with my fingertips. Then, as he squirmed, I drew my chair nearer, up against his tense, naked thighs, and I leant over. And licked at the tasty little buds themselves. He almost squealed. There's a thought -- the Perfect Soldier, squealing like a baby, as I suckle gently on his nipples... I liked that thought a lot.

"Duo -- what -- does this mean -?"

Suckle, suckle ... reluctantly, I drew back, licking my lips.

"It means that I'm still very angry with your childish tricks, and it means that you're the sweetest thing I've ever tasted." I touched his lips, ran a finger round them. They opened, instinctively. Reaching to suck the finger in. For a man who'd not had any other lovers, he was a natural.

"You like this, Maxwell? You liked it before?"

"Maybe," I shrugged, showing my smile now. "I was just your mind slave then, remember? Did it look like I enjoyed it? Wanted more?"

The shine in Heero's eyes was fantastic to see. He reached out a hand and grasped the back of my head, fingers tangled in my untidy braid. "Yes, it did," he murmured.

"How?" I whispered. "How do you know?"

"By the sounds you made. By the smile on your face. By the way that you were as eager as I was... you bastard!" he finished, but with a very uncharacteristic fondness. And he pulled my mouth to his, sealing further words.

It was, indeed, the sweetest thing I ever tasted, though it's not as if I've any great experience myself. But his lips were damp and insistent, and they pressed hard against mine, as if he wanted to crush us together, and I wasn't resisting any. Perhaps it was our excitement at finding we both wanted each other -- perhaps I was still angry with him. Whatever, we went at it like starved animals. Which -- I guess -- we were.

Heero had half risen from his seated position, and his hands were both round my neck, and they were clutching my hair, my collar, anything that would bring my head nearer to him. His tongue pressed hard against my mouth and I opened my lips willingly, it plunged in. Again and again he pushed against my teeth, seeking my tongue, and I returned it with an eagerness equal to his -- we searched inside each other, fierce and hungry. It was glorious, it was a wet dream come true. His breath was hot, and I felt it on my cheek as I dipped quickly out of his mouth to kiss along his jawline, down on to his neck. His head arched back deliciously, under my lips. He reached for my shoulders and made some kind of strangled sound.

"What, Heero?"

"Want -- to see you -- to see it all --," He was pushing at my torn shirt, a button protested and popped straight off. I gave a shaky laugh, and he helped me to shrug it off my shoulders. Then his mouth was back on mine, and I felt his hands running across my bare chest, with a strange and exciting combination of tentativeness and fervour, making every nerve I had shake and stretch to his touch.

"Is this what you wanted, Heero?" I was panting a little around his greedy mouth and tongue.

"Hn..." he grunted out, and he dropped his head, lips reaching for my nipples. "You are very tasty yourself, Duo..." I gasped as he clamped on to one, scared for a minute he was gonna bite it right off. My cock was hammering at my pants to be let out. And then Heero's hands were there, fumbling at the zip...

"Now wait a minute --" I gasped. "Not so fast!"

Heero stopped immediately, hands and mouth fell away. He was rigid with shock. "I never meant --!"

Like I said -- knows squat about personal relationships. I took hold of his arms, gently enough, and pressed him back on to the bed. Tried to steady my breathing. "It's OK, you fool. I don't mean to stop it altogether. Just to go slower -- I want to be able to enjoy it all, don't you?" He was staring at me, still unconvinced he hadn't messed the whole thing up. I'd have to be blunt with him. Looked forward to it. "If you go groping round in there too eagerly, I'm gonna come like a rocket and I won't have had time to do the delicious things I wanna do to you first."

He was staring at my crotch now, he must've been able to see how much I was aching for him. Straining. Near to exploding, actually.

He relaxed a little. "You mean -- what sort of things?"

Oh boy. The explosion came a little nearer.

"Sit back and enjoy..." I murmured, huskily. I nudged his knees apart and both of us gazed for a second at his glorious erection, enjoying its return to full, pulsing, impressive size.

"Duo..." he said, rather uncertainly.

I reached out a hand and smeared the viscous drop at the tip. He shuddered. I brought the fingers back to my lips, drawing his eyes back to my face. I licked out and swept it in. Tasted good. Sweet and salty and cloying in my throat. He moaned. "I want to go on. Let me please you. But only if you want to..."

"God..." he groaned.

"I'll take that as a yes," I murmured. Fuck 'im, I wasn't gonna be too gentle. I knew instinctively that neither of us wanted that. Not this time. Not now. Let's go back to that 'fuck 'im'...

I sank to my knees between his legs, and put my hands on his, pressing them firmly into the bed on either side. I didn't want him grabbing and distracting me. Like anything could! When I was currently in a sexual paradise, between Heero's thighs, his legs cradling either side of me, his soft, warm balls shifting gently in anticipation, in my direct line of sight...

And then I paused.

"Duo, what is it?"

"...."(words failed me again). Shit, was I gonna embarrass myself?

"Have you done this before, Duo?"

"I -- some --" No, Heero. Nothing more than some groping, some jerking off. Did he understand?

"Do what you want to do, Duo. Please. Please..." There was some urgency there! His hand was firm on the back of my head, he was pressing gently. "Suck me -- take it in your mouth --," And so I took a deep breath, thanked the God of Anywhere That Might Include Duo Maxwell, and I took the tip of that fantastic cock into my wide open mouth.

"Oh God -!" Heero actually bucked where he sat, and only my hands on his kept him anchored. He filled my mouth -- he was big, and I was nervous, and I didn't know how fast to go. But God, it was fantastic! I slipped my tongue around him, up and down, up and over the tip. I felt his hands go limp under mine, and his thighs tense unbelievably tightly. Better than a session on the weights, eh? My hair was falling loose now, and I felt his fingers reach out and grasp the ends of a hunk, wrap it round his hand. I was finding -- excuse the pun -- a taste for it now. A deep, consuming hunger for it -- for him. For his cock. It was everything I dreamed it would be -- and more. Stroke after stroke, I licked and sucked, and wished I could swallow the whole lot, and I could feel the pulse under me, and the swelling --

"Duo -- I -!" Heero was struggling with sounds, let alone words. If he'd been a little less of a control freak, he could've sworn like I do. Perhaps I could work on that... "So good -- I never knew --!" His fingers were gripping me, pulling at my hair, and I didn't care. He was jerking his lap up into me, desperate for release, I could tell. I wasn't gonna be the one to hold him back, not when it's what I wanted for him in the first place. I wanted him to come, gloriously, totally, come for me, come in me--

And he did.

With a loud, hiccuping groan that sounded a lot like -- "Duo!" - he reached up from the bed, stuck nails in my scalp and his seed streamed out into my enveloping mouth. Again, and again. And again, spasm after spasm. Shit, I nearly came myself, in my pants, it was so fucking exciting! I swallowed, savouring the taste, and I clutched his thighs and I sighed with almost perfect delight.

He fell back on the bed, and I knelt up, cracking my bones, licking my lips. I clambered up on top of him, on my hands and knees, and watched until he opened his eyes.

"Triggered something good there, eh?"


And then he grabbed at me, lightning fast, considering he'd just shot a load that would've drained a less Perfect Soldier, and tugged at my pants. I lost my balance, fell on my back on the bed, and he had them off in seconds. Way embarrassing, as my boxers were far from my best pair, but then they were gone as well, so who cares?

"I will not wait any longer," he snapped. His eyes were at full force again, no hazy after-sex languor there. What sort of an animal had I unleashed? In your dreams, Maxwell -!

"Tell me what to do," he grunted. God, that must have hurt him, to ask that! "I want to do that to you. I want to suck you, I want to lick like that, and to bring you to an orgasm --"

I was whimpering now, there's no way I could've given a tutorial.

Heero ignored the pathetic noises and flailing hands, and instead he sat back on his heels for a minute, looking me over. I was like a limp rag, man. I let him. And I felt my already painfully hard cock rise up to face him. To beg him. No pride, my privates. Just total need and desperation. He smirked. And he dipped his head, and he swiped his tongue across the top.

I yelped.

"More!" came a strangled voice, and God help me, I knew it was me. Mr Cool, Mr Tease, Mr Blubbering Wreck. And he gave me more. The strong mouth that had ravaged mine earlier came down on to my cock and it teased. What -? groaned my groin. Again and again, the tip of his tongue sliced across the slit, round the rim, ran lightly up the side, until I thought I'd cry with the suspense. Pre-cum leaked out agonisingly slowly, trying to tempt him, trying to bring on the firm suction I needed....

"Heero, man, I can't wait --"

"But you did not want to rush things," he mumbled. He had a mouth almost full of my right ball at the time, and I knew this was some kind of hell that I wanted a season ticket to.

"Do it," I ground out from gritted teeth. "Pump me. Suck me, Heero. Anything, Heero, but make it hard and soon! Make me come, dammit! Now!" No more Mr Nice Guy. No more Gentle Initiation. No more Tutorial --

And his mouth came swiftly down over me, total warmth and wetness and that fierce, questing tongue, and the explosion came one hell of a lot nearer -- there was no way I could've stood in front of it and said 'whoa.' It took only a couple of pulls from that sweet, frighteningly adept mouth and I could feel the agony and the ecstasy, and it was racing up from every extremity I owned and all concentrating in that precious spot where Heero was.

"Yes -- uhnn -- that'll do nicely -!" was all I managed, and I think tears were leaking from my eyes. I felt his mouth smile and lift away from me, and his hand reach to the base of my cock and fasten confidently around it. And pump. Once, twice -- I didn't count 'cos I was coming hard and fast and my whole body was arched, reaching for him. I wanted to cry his name, but I think it came out more like -- "rocket" -- and then my voice failed, and I was spewing out my own seed, all over my stomach and his hands and his tongue as he leant to catch the final, sticky strands, and it was all with a total loss of control that I'd never experienced before.


We lay, damp and temporarily sated on the bed. If he'd still been attached to that damn monitor, I think we'd have blown it up. Without explosives.

"I never thought it would be so good. With you," he murmured.

He'd developed a rather thrilling way of massaging the muscles in my shoulders that ran tingles of pure lust down to my toes.

"Damn fine mind control techniques," I mumbled. Still having a few problems getting coherent. "Might almost have said I enjoyed it."

"Might -?"

"Out of my control, man. I'm a slave to the hidden trigger, eh?"

His fingers on my body stilled. Shit, had I said something wrong? One of my talents, I guess, inappropriate humour. Especially with Mr We are Not Amused Yuy. I've gotta get to know him a hell of a lot better, a hell of a lot quicker....

"I didn't mean anything, Heero, it's just a joke."

But he was taking it seriously. I couldn't see his face, he was lying behind me. His voice resonated on my back, and I knew he was staring at my head. His fingers had tangled themselves in my braid again. Maybe that was his nervous habit. I felt a deep, warm ache at the thought of that. Glad I could be of service. "It would take more than that man to diminish you, Duo Maxwell. It would never have worked properly. I am sure of that. He would never have controlled you."

"You have a touching faith in me, Heero." But I softened my voice, I rolled over and leant my mouth to his ear. "Thanks. And you said that earlier about the doctor, about yourself - he knew what could 'diminish you' -- quaint phrase, man. What did you mean?"


"No, it's too late now to be coy, eh?" I teased. I ran my hands along his body, from shoulder to hip and places in between. There were rather pleasant things growing in the groin garden. Soon be time to water 'em again.

"He saw my matching pendant. Tried to manipulate my mind the same way, with the same trigger. Based on my secret desires..."

"You don't have desires, man, let alone secret ones."

"He found that I do."


"Yes. You have been my secret desire. And now it's no secret -- you have found it too."

Wow. I was silent for a moment. What could I say?

"You liked the pendant, then? I thought -- you found it pathetic ... irrelevant..."

"I liked you, Duo, and whatever you would give me. No-one had given me anything before, like that. Shared anything."

"Heero, I..."

He shrugged in front of me. Rubbed his rapidly hardening erection up against mine. Warning! Explosion time minus minutes.

"You were wearing yours as well, Duo. We were together in that."

"We were, weren't we?" And it felt good.

He wriggled again, and I loved it. For the only time, I was glad that lunatic doctor had got me -- for he'd relaxed my control enough to let my feelings out -- and he'd uncovered something in Heero as well.

"Tell me the trigger word," I said.

"Hn --"

"Tell me," I whispered in his ear again, nibbling the lobe. "It's safe now. You're with me."

He told me. I felt the slightest of shivers, but I reckon it was the delight I felt at holding Heero close, at being at this junction with him -- not any residual fear from that weirdo.

"Same word for the two of us?"

He nodded in reply. Didn't seem able to find words now, with my tongue lapping his neck.

"He knew us better than we knew ourselves, eh?"

Heero smiled, then. His naked body arched under my possessive hands. "Yes, I think so."

I barely dared to ask more of him, but I had to. "Do you -- wanna go further? I mean, this has been great, don't misunderstand me -- and I don't wanna rush things -- we're both pretty sleepy after the day it's been --"

Heero stopped my ramblings with his hand over my mouth. Yummy! I licked at the fingers, they tasted of him, like it all did.

Deliciously so. "I want to go as far as we can. And further. I want it all, Duo. We've waited long enough, don't you think?"

I knelt up, looking down at his naked body. I was at attention immediately, and he was smirking to see it. "Should we suck each other again, Duo? Or something else?"

"Christ, Heero, you are one pragmatic guy!"

He stretched out, getting himself comfortable. As tall as me, but slimmer, he looked long and lean, stretched out on the white sheet. I wanted to run my hands over the whole lot of him, then my tongue, then press every inch against my own body ... Oh God, I sighed to myself. Slowly, sensuously, he spread his legs apart. Strong, sinewy legs. Yum. Then he slipped his hands under his knees and drew them up so that his feet were planted on the bed. His cock bobbed happily -- fulsomely -- on his stomach. And I had the most amazing sight.

"Yo," I breathed.

"You are not usually without a smart reply, Maxwell. Is that all you can say?"

"I never --"

He shrugged again, and everything shook, including my nerve. "I have never done this either. But before tonight I had never told anyone that I wanted you. I had never --"

"Practised mind control?"

"No. Nor had I ever kissed you. Or massaged your shoulders. Or wrapped your hair around my wrists and let you suck my nipples. Or sucked you off in return --"

Enough, already! I was groaning.

"We need something..."

"Medicine chest. Cream. Do you want me to fetch it?"

"No!" I yelped. And lose that position? My pupils were still dilated, for God's sake. I scooted across the bed to the cabinet, feeling his eyes on my back -- on my ass -- as I went. I fumbled, but I got the cream, and staggered back. I fell back into my place beside him, my eyes skittering between his moistened lips, still smirking, and the welcoming sight between his thighs. Jesus, when the Ice Man thawed, he was awesome! Where had he found this sexual confidence? Was I glad he had, or was I glad?

"Um... top or -?" Well done, Mr Articulate, I thought.

"Does it matter?"

"...." (those words gone, again).

Heero was wriggling a little, teasing at the end of my braid, reaching hands to my thighs. "We will presumably both have a chance to try either position -- if not tonight, another time ..."

Oh God, the thrill that sent through me, I almost collapsed on the spot.

"You're sure?"

"Are you sure?" he mocked me, gently. I could see a faint shine in his eyes; it may have been fear, but I wasn't gonna believe that of Heero Yuy. His voice hardened as his fingers gripped my legs.

"Do it. Fuck me. I want you, Duo. I've wanted you for a long time."

I tried to remember what I may have read, what those guys at the gym might have told me, if I'd not been such a jerk and pretended to know it all. I had to prep us. I smeared cream on my fingers, and with an apologetic grimace, I reached my hand out to his beckoning opening.

"One, first..." he whispered. Hell, perhaps that look had been fear after all. But I couldn't resist now. I slid -- very, very slowly -- my middle finger in.

Heero winced and I didn't know whether to pull out or stay in or what--

"It's odd," he said, almost surprised. "Just - odd. The muscles... but as you go further in, it's better..."

So I did. He moaned. And I slid another finger in beside it. I was getting fucking hot myself. To see his thighs straining as I moved, the muscles on his chest contracting and defining; to see the little pucker suck me in with a rather satisfying schlopping sound. You can be in there, Maxwell, I was telling myself. You can take him if you want. Did I want? Was the Pope Catholic?

But I was terrified at the same time, and I never thought I'd feel that way about anyone.

Heero was writhing around now, and there were beads of sweat reappearing on his chest. It looked good 'n tasty, so I bent down to lick 'em off. He grunted, gripped my neck and dragged my head down for another fierce kiss, tongue forcing down my throat. It was amazing to see him, a man who was normally Oh So Restrained in the throes of uncontrollable passion. Amazing -- and incredibly exciting. He was hot, desperate, aching for it -- for me. The kiss went on, and at the same time, he reached down under his hip and took hold of my wrist, keeping my fingers in him. He just wriggled them a bit, mumbled in my ear.

"There's a place, they tell me -- just a little further forward -- oh -!"

"What?" Had I hurt him?

"Oh, shit!" he yelled, I tell you no lie, he shouted and he swore, and tears came to his eyes.

'What did I do? What, for God's sake?'

And he let go of my wrist, and the look on his face was beatific. The glint was back in the vivid blue eyes, and they gripped my gaze as if they'd had hands. I stared back, fascinated.

"I think that you have found my prostate -- my sweet spot..." he gasped.

"I think I should try again, then -?"

"I -- think that you should..."

And I did, and I found it, and I caressed it until I got tired of seeing the waves of agonising ecstasy on his face, but of course, I never did.

I was sweating myself, my braid was almost undone, and the damp hairs clung to my body as I moved up and down on the bed. My right hand was fisting needfully up and down my own cock, as I deliberately and lovingly tormented Heero with my left. I needed comfort, I needed release. I needed him.

"Are you ready?"

He moaned again, and nodded. I carefully withdrew my fingers, and he gasped at the last. I tried to work the cream again, but my hands were shaking.

"Let me," he whispered. He was up on his knees beside me, arms round my waist, holding me up. He squeezed out a generous amount all over his palms, and he gently spread it over my cock.

Warning! Explosion minus three seconds I think, but at the last second of countdown he let me go. I was nearly weeping with anticipation again. I drew long, deep breaths, I really did not want to shoot off before I'd even left Mission Control, if you know what I mean.

"Look at me," ordered Heero.

"Mind control?" I gasped, wriggling between his thighs, leant back on my heels as he spread out again on the bed.

"No. Just me. No pendants. No words. No hidden triggers."

I stared at him, as I grasped my slick, throbbing cock and placed it against his opening. He moved a leg up on to my thigh, bringing the angle up nearer.

"No hidden desires..." I was panting, I couldn't believe I'd get in there, and yet I wanted nothing else but to do it, nothing else ever, ever, ever...

"No hidden des -- uh --" he gasped as I pressed my cock as carefully as I could into him. And I was well lubed, and I slid on and in, and he wriggled to accommodate me, pulling his legs to the best position. And all the time I looked at him, and his eyes stopped wincing, and they opened and they smiled at me.


Silence for a while as I moved in and out of him and he gazed at me. Just heavy breathing and a racing heart. Mine, that was. Jesus, I wished at that moment that time could be suspended. He was beautiful, and I'm not the kinda guy who says things like that. Well, I wasn't when I woke up this morning. Things have kinda changed since then, y'know?

Then his hands were almost angry at my hips, drawing me harder against him, plunging me deeper than ever. Again and again.

"Harder, Duo ... fuck me harder..."

I couldn't refuse, but I knew the old countdown was starting again. It was just so fucking good, to be sheathed inside him, to be clutched tight against his groin, to be so close. I started to pound, harder, deeper, and we were making weird kinda grunts, and neither of us cared.

"Heero, I can't -- hold on --"

"Touch me --"

So now he tells me to touch his cock, eh? I grimaced with the irony, and shifted my weight on to my left arm. Then I -- very willingly -- reached the other hand forward and started to jerk him off. His cock was huge again, straining against my hand, slipping around in it. P'raps I wasn't as gentle as I should've been, but how the hell was I meant to have any control when he was so fucking hot? He could complain later , I thought, then I couldn't think any more, not in any coherent, adult way ... We were moving together in a hot, sweaty rhythm, the poor old bed creaking beneath us, and it was no bet at all as to which one of us was gonna come first. But even so, I took more than a little pride in having time to see his face contort in time with my thrusts, and his mouth open soundlessly, and the streams spurt out of his cock all over us. But only just enough time -- 'cos a mere, ecstatic, two seconds later I yelled -- his name, this time, again and again -- and exploded myself, happily and with full surrender, deeply into him.


Almost asleep. No-one else has disturbed us. We're curled up on my bed, spooned together, Heero close up against my back. Damn tired, all in all.

Still, I can't resist the final word.

"You know the guys --"


"I think they must have known a bit more about this than you thought. I don't think Quatre woulda thought the nusery rhyme idea much of a scientific experiment, eh? And it's kinda funny none of them have been in to de-brief us. I think they saw right through you, Heero." And me, I thought privately. A nice warm thought.

"Hn. So I have not been the only manipulator?"

I smiled to myself, and he didn't need an answer.

"Say it again, Heero."


"The trigger word. I'm nowhere near the pendant."

"Hn. I do not think there is any danger now, anyway. The effect has worn off -- you are free of it."

"Even if I don't want to be?"

A sigh from him. But an indulgent one. "You are a fool, Maxwell."

"Ahh, sweet talk, eh? You only say that 'cos you wanna fuck again!"

"My turn on top, hn?"


"But not tonight..." he sighed, and I confess I had to agree.

"Will you wear it again? The pendant?"

"I will,' he murmured. 'If you stop talking. Go to sleep."

"Just say it again, then. Humour me."

Heero sighed, but I could feel the breath of his smile on my shoulders. I thought that probably I'd died in the blast after all, and now I was in heaven. I was Mr Angel, after all. Mr Gets His Just Desserts. I was in bed with Heero, the man I'd wanted for so long that it'd take me weeks to believe the change in our relationship.


He smiled again, as if he knew what I was thinking. And he murmured quietly into my warm flesh.



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