Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, wish I did, just enjoy writing about 'em
for free etc
Pairings: (lemon) 1x2x1, 5x3, 3x4 (other assorted citrus) 3x4x5
Category: AU, Duo POV, PWP
Warnings: Yaoi, lemon
Notes: For all those with the flu this year let Duo and the guys offer
sympathy and a distraction to all your battered senses…
Feedback: If you liked it, PLEASE let me know!
For the PIdes of March Challenge!! Let's hope we get lots of Panting,
Poignant Prose on the subject!
This was only going to be a short fic now it's a long one-shot. The
pairings are at different places on the citrus scale; and I suspect some
of the guys could be called OOC. You'll have to forgive me all of it!
This is one of my Infamous Four 'stalled' fics but thanks to a couple
of good friends sporking and supporting me, I thought I'd finish it. And
I've enjoyed writing it!
Thanks merith, for the support when I languished in my desert! Thanks
daimeryan_rei for the help in kickstarting me again the other night!
Sense (or Gimme 5) +
I'm not that ill. Right?
I just want to get that straight. The past week has really sucked,
but I'm definitely on the mend. Heero keeps feeding me that stinking medicine
the stuff that tastes like raw sewerage mixed with liquid sheep excrement.
Not that I've ever tasted either not voluntarily. But despite my complaints
and his intractability, it seems to be doing the trick.
But viral infections truly are the pits! I seem to drift in and out of
sleep like I can't control myself. And every damned sense seems to be
affected, all five of 'em. I can't breathe properly, let alone smell.
My ears buzz continuously; my eyes sting every time I keep them open too
long. When I last tried to eat, it all tasted like that stuff they fill
soft toys with. My legs are two sticks of marshmallow somewhere down the
end of the bed; my skin crawls with nameless alien insects, battling Armageddon
just under the surface.
I feel like shit.
And Heero drifts in and out of my sick room like well, like Heero. Taking
my temperature; complaining at the piles of used tissues. Refreshing my
water glass. Looking impatient. Guess the nursing role fell to him, rather
than any of our other housemates, because we're together y'know, dating,
seeing each other, an item. Whatever. It's been rather casual so
Not that I'm not keen. It's just that well, he's Heero, isn't he? Not
one to expend unnecessary energy on love talk. Not one to re-state the
obvious, after his initial 'you want to go out?'. Not one to let anyone
including me - think our lovelife is anything other than second or third
on his list of priorities. Or that's how it seems to me. And he's definitely
not one to waste time trying new sexual positions new ideas. New stimulation.
Not like me. At least that's how I used to be.
But - nope. Ain't gonna happen. Heero is a strictly plain vanilla, lights
off, snuggle under the covers kind of lover. No dressing up, no toys,
no teasing beyond the minimum foreplay. If it worked last night, he seems
to reckon, let's go again! If I'm whimpering with the need to feel his
fingers inside me and to come like a rollercoaster gone off the rails,
well, let's get on with it then! I mean, I'm not complaining, OK? He's
the only guy I've ever wanted to date like this the only one whose company
never bores me whose wit keeps up with mine whose body I can tolerate
stealing my covers on a cold night.
Whose body is something like I imagine a divine gift would be. Mature;
strong; graceful. Beautifully co-ordinated; richly toned.
OK, I can admit it to myself alone, I'm very keen on him! I'd grab
at his arm next time he's in, if I didn't feel rather numb in the limb
department. I'd grab at all sorts of things, in fact. I love the
touch of him; love the twist of his muscles, whether he's closing in on
me or wriggling away. Love the grip of his palms; love the teasing bite
of his teeth. Love the strong neck, baring up and away from me; love the
controlled strength of his legs. The hair of course drives me nuts!
Thick and gorgeously soft and always getting in my eyes when I lean over
Ahh… there's that horny business again. Haven't touched him not properly
for days. It's murder. My libido peeks out every now and then from behind
the hacking cough, and bitches at me. But I know he won't be making any
advances while I'm ill he won't think it appropriate. And what my Leery
Libido thinks is neither here nor there. Heero's the best thing I've ever
known, and he makes up in enthusiasm what he may lack in imagination
but I'd never dare to suggest anything out of the ordinary to him. Anything
It's not a problem. Really.
But sleep is a very poor substitute for rolling his lithe limbs
in between my sheets. Even if sleep seems to be all I want to do at the
Gonna call up my favourite dream. That one about doctors and nurses.
Gotta love Heero on that virtual casting couch…
The bedroom is pretty dim, like night has fallen and no-one's bothered
to put on the side lights. I roll over under the sheets and feel a rather
satisfying return of life in my limbs; a tingling along my neglected nerves.
Peel an eye open, and I'm pleasantly surprised to find there's no sticky
mess keeping it glued together. Guess I might survive this 'flu after
There's a shadow over by the wall that I can't identify. "Heero?"
Part of the shadow detaches itself from the gloom and approaches the bed.
"I'm here, Duo. Are you feeling better?"
"Yeah, actually," I smile. I feel very lazy very lethargic. I wonder
what time it is. "What's up?"
"Duo, you've been dreaming."
"Sure. Whatever." I yawn a little. "I'm good."
"No, you misunderstand me. I mean you've been dreaming rather loudly.
All week. About all sorts of interesting things. Things I never knew about
you. Things you've never told me."
I smile at his eyes, glinting in the dark. I'm not that interested in
the words, just the delicious tone of his voice. Never ceases to thrill
me; attract me. Heero my gorgeous, sexy, body-to-die-for, very efficient
lover. Still the greatest thing I've ever had. Still my dearest, deepest
"Loudly? What do you mean?" I struggle to sit up in bed but my arms still
feel pretty weak. I'm panicking. Does he mean I've been talking in my
sleep? "Things I've never told you?" What the fuck had I said?
His body comes closer, and the bed dips a bit, telling me he's just sat
down next to my pillow. I can see his face now his familiar face his
familiar frown. Right….
"Heero, look, sorry " Whatever I'm apologising for. "But I am
"No, it's fine, Duo." His voice is very rich tonight very warm. And
there's a rather strange lilt to it. "More than fine. I just never knew
you were so - adventurous, is all. I thought you liked things very
straightforward predictable, almost. I've been working on that premise
for rather too long, now."
"And I've missed you too, Duo." His voice is suddenly very close to my
ear, and the breath is rather hurried. Like he's been running. "For all
the same reasons you've been whispering. Missed being in bed with you.
Touching you caressing you." His head is leaning even lower; the tip
of his tongue flickers out and licks at the lobe of my ear. "Missed fucking
For five precious seconds I'm speechless. No, strike that more like
ten! My nerves have sprung back to life like hot little buds; I can feel
the blood racing through my veins like someone just opened the flood gate.
I hadn't realised how numbed my sense of touch had been until now; hadn't
realised how much I wanted to feel his hand sliding behind my head, tangling
in my braid. His fingers rub the hairs on my neck up the wrong way it's
a tickling feeling; it sends goose bumps all down my spine.
"Heyyy…" I sigh a bit, because my voice is still a bit croaky. "That feels
"Want to do more to you, Duo," he whispers into my ear. "Want to touch
more of you. You look so delicious in bed so warm; skin all flushed.
And such things you've been saying! Very sexy, in that soft, thick, sleepy
voice of yours. I never knew you had such tastes such experience such
"Heero…" I sound rather squeaky now. Fear does that to me. "What have
I been saying?"
Heero doesn't seem to be listening to me very closely. His hand is sliding
down my cheek; a damp finger is snagging gently into the corner of my
dry mouth. God, I like the feel of it; like the promise of it! My head
turns instinctively, to lean into the touch. I thought I'd lost the use
of all my senses during this damned sickness. But I can feel Heero.
Moving so slowly so sensuously. Erotic exotic. Hands always so sure
of themselves so precise and confident. They grip tools; they sculpt
metals. They torment me beyond craziness. The man is gorgeous -
all muscle and sensual moodiness…
There's a discrepancy somewhere it's nagging at me, but I blame it on
the passing fever. I'm distracted, y'see I've regained the feeling between
my legs, too. Warm… things stirring. Amazing, the recovery abilities of
the human body! I nudge my body that little bit closer to his sensual
The thought hits me, again. Will not be ignored. This is Heero,
right? Or at least, it should be…
I'm getting used to the lighting in the room now. "What the hell are you
"It's what you said you needed, Duo. What you really needed. Not
just someone to pick up your tissues and straighten your covers." He smooths
the clothing on his lap; readjusts something at his left breast. "You
wanted to see me like this. Dressed in white uniform and starched apron,
with a pocket watch at my breast."
I swallow. There's a tennis ball in my throat, preventing speech. There's
something almost as large between my legs, and growing. He looks damned
good in white hell, I have to admit, damned good in a skirt.
Short. Tight across his hips. His shirt has a crisp white collar and cuffs,
his hands are held demurely in his lap, resting on his apron. Cute little
hat on his head. Knees together. Knees clad in white stockings…
My breathing hitches.
"How are your eyes, Duo?" he asks. He licks his lips, gently. My breathing
skips, jumps, then hitches again.
"Huh? Fine." They are, too. First time for a week I can look at him without
them watering. I lean very slightly upwards, my lips begging to touch
at his. But his head turns away.
"Good! At last. So now you can watch me."
"Isn't this what you wanted, Duo?" There's a glint in his eye that I'd
say was mischief, if I didn't know him better. Think I know him
better. He stands up from the bed and takes a step away. He lifts his
right leg and balances it on the bed. Cute little lace-up shoes he has
fine ankles, of course. And I'm looking rather closely at them. Then those
careful hands of his slip up under the hem of his skirt they're tugging
at a fastening somewhere up between the Golden Gates that are Heero's
thighs. Then they appear again, slowly and gloriously rolling a stocking
down his long, strong leg.
I whimper out loud now. My eyes might be watering, but not from the effects
of any virus. All I can see is the fantastic sight of Nurse Heero slowly
and very professionally stripping in front of me! Is this the same
guy who whipped away the TakeMeToBed catalogue that I found in Trowa's
briefcase, with a brow twisted in disgust? Is this the same guy who snatched
the pack of tiger-print thongs out of my hands at the supermarket?
Heero has been abducted by alien lap dancers. I have never been such a
fan of science fiction as I am right now. His hand strays to the other
leg; teases at the lace top of the stocking.
He pauses, and slips a forefinger into his mouth. Pensively. Provocatively.
His lips purse round it. My stomach clenches of its own accord. "I can't
tell you how glad I am that you've confessed these feelings to me, Duo."
"You are?" I'm still squeaking a bit.
"I've been holding back, you see. I've been afraid of shocking you of
overwhelming you. I've tried to keep anything too provocative away from
you I've never wanted to embarrass you. And I wouldn't jeopardise our
relationship for anything. But you know that, don't you?"
"Do I?" I'm beginning to sound like a trapped mouse.
"You must do! I've never known anything like it never wanted anyone
like I want you. It's so very special to me. But it has been a
strain to be what I thought you wanted. To keep my desires in check
until I knew if you shared them."
Now I just open and close my mouth like a goldfish. A goldfish that's
rather too horny to stay afloat. He's rolling down the other stocking;
he's slipping his arms out of the apron, and perching the hat very carefully
on the bedside table. All with a very slow, methodical approach that's
so Heero. And so not!
He steps back to the bed, dressed in only the uniform. His deft fingers
loosen the top buttons of the shirt. The short skirt stretches across
his bare, muscled thighs. "Let me finish your appraisal, Duo. Your diagnosis.
I can't be expected to provide the appropriate treatment without evaluating
your current medical status."
Heart stopped, I think. Violent erection pressing insistently
My eyes follow him like a starved man follows bread and water. He's cracking
his knuckles; he's gazing at the area of my groin with a feral light in
his eyes. He's standing with legs slightly apart as if ready for trouble.
Like I'm going to offer any.
"Now I must check you out for the purposes of your prescription. You
understand, don't you?"
"Unhhnn." I expect my words are intelligible to some far-flung prehistoric
"Watch carefully, Duo," he murmurs. "I've been waiting for you to recover
your proper sight. You said you like to watch me, didn't you?"
It's a rhetorical question. My eyes are like a greedy bug's, staring at
him; drinking up every move of his athletic limbs as he kneels at the
side of the bed. His hands take hold of the covers and flip them swiftly
off my own legs. I watch him watching me - or rather, the
huge bulge in my shorts. The smile on his lips is pure, unadulterated
evil. I wonder not for the first time tonight what percentage of Heero's
inhibitions those aliens might have removed.
I wish I had a few more protective items of clothing on then when he
peels off the flimsy shorts, leaving me stark naked, I'm damned glad I
don't. His mouth comes down on me with a great and awesome reverence
he licks, and sucks with gusto, as if he wants to savour me. Not like
his previous attempts, rushed and apologetic! "God, I love this," he moans,
and the vibrations round my super-sensitive cock make even my fingertips
itch with galloping lust. I open my mouth quite timidly. I want to say
how much I love it, too I want to say that I'm glad we've cleared up
any misunderstandings we may have had about each other I still
want to know what the hell I've actually been saying in the depths of
But I just moan, as his tongue teases at my slit; as his lips laugh around
my aching flesh. As he draws every last drop of pleasure out of me. As
I come with a gargled shriek, spurting into Heero's eager mouth, and clutching
like some kind of possessive maniac at his thick, soft hair
I wonder if those aliens have got hold of me too.
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