1x2x1, 1+R, yaoi, drama, romance (ish)
Written for the Boys next Door Smut Contest 2006 for the category 'Dirty
Little Secrets' - 'Boys with girlfriends who are sneaking around to mess
around with each other'
In the spacious, carefully-appointed
kitchen, a young, pretty blond-haired woman busied herself with preparations
for the evening ahead.
"My brother and a couple of the other senior officers will be along soon,"
she called out through the open door behind her. "Then the rest of the
guests are due at around nine. Will you fetch up some more wine from the
cellar?" She ran a silver spoon through the salad, admiring the contrast
of the dark, peppery rocket leaves and the fierce red of the tomato slices.
Then she eked out a few more drops of dressing, the spicy tang of it flaring
her delicate nostrils. "Heero, did you hear me?"
There was a creak from the lounge as if someone was getting up from the
sumptuous leather sofa. A couple of strong, confident steps crossed the
She smiled. "Thanks, dear," she called back over her shoulder. "There's
such a wide variety of guests coming tonight -- I expect many of
them to have sophisticated tastes. Try the far rack first, and start with
the '83. I think we should use the best, as everyone seems to think it's
a special occasion." There was no-one in the kitchen to see her but she
still blushed very fetchingly. The pale pink of her cheeks matched the
subtle weave of her designer jacket and skirt. "They keep asking about
us setting a date for the wedding. They say it's frustrating for friends
and family, not being able to schedule their summer invitations around
it. Someone suggested early in September, but I managed to divert their
attention to other matters. Was I right, do you think?"
Outside in the hallway, there was a creak as the hatch to the cellar was
lifted up, then the rattle and dull thud of the makeshift stepladder dropping
to the basement floor beneath.
The young woman smiled gently and began humming -- perfectly pitched,
elegantly in tune - the chorus to a Burt Bacharach love song.
Down in the cellar the light was dim and the air chilled, despite the
fact that its well-scrubbed walls bore no comparison to the gloomy, neglected
basements that might have been encountered during an active military career.
The handsome, dark-haired young man searched along the rows of stacked
fine wine bottles, moving towards the far end of the room. His blue eyes
glinted like fireflies and the only sounds were the careful tread of his
boots and his soft, even breath.
There was a distant call from above, from the direction of the kitchen,
but he couldn't make out any words. It was as if it came from another
world; the hatchway back up to the house was a window of clean, warm sky
set above the dark, cold stone beneath his feet.
A sudden quiver of movement from the far depths of the room caught his
eye; his keen hearing identified an alien sound. He paused, and his hands
clenched into loose but ready fists.
"Heero?" The voice was only a whisper, but it was unmistakably male. It
came from the very furthest corner down between the racks. The movement
became more pronounced and a shadow detached itself from the darkness
there, slowly forming into the athletic shape of a tall, slim man. He
wore loose, comfortable clothing that didn't seem in keeping with the
semi-formal theme of the evening ahead: he had a long braid of hair down
his back. When he smiled, his teeth glinted white in the dimness.
The dark-haired man watched the newcomer approach without any sign of
surprise or nervousness. In fact his body seemed to straighten up and
his own smile broadened in response.
"You're meant to be arriving at nine, Duo," he murmured. Up above, he
thought he could hear the muted clatter of crockery being unstacked.
The man with the braid shrugged. "Call me the advance reconnaissance,"
he replied, his voice quiet but clear. "Thought you might want some extra
"Not interested," Heero countered.
Duo laughed, very softly. "Who said I meant the party upstairs...?"
Heero's eyes widened. He stood very still as Duo approached to barely
a foot away and then eased down on to his knees before him. His strong
fingers were busy and deft at Heero's waist, peeling open the zip of the
expensively tailored pants. It rasped: a harsh sound in the quiet atmosphere
of the cellar.
"Sophisticated tastes..." murmured Heero, almost to himself. He sucked
in a breath: his smile looked a little painful.
Duo ran his fingertip down the trail of soft, dark hairs on Heero's belly
and in under the waistband of his silk boxers.
"Dressed for the occasion, eh?"
Heero's stomach muscles tightened and he growled warningly. His cock swelled
with swift, damp eagerness, tenting the thin fabric. "Keep your mouth
Duo hissed back, his hot breath stirring the curled hairs around the base
of Heero's arousal. "Shut it for me."
His hand snaked around Heero's hip, tugging the standing body closer.
Heero gripped the thick dark hair at the nape of Duo's neck and pulled
the other man's head forward into his groin. Duo opened his thick, generous
lips and Heero's cock sank in between them. Both men gasped, disturbing
the cool air around them. Heero readjusted his foothold on the stone paving
of the floor; Duo licked greedily at the flared crown of the dick in his
There was the vibration of footsteps above, padding aimlessly across the
kitchen then back again.
Heero's fingers tightened in Duo's hair and his own head fell back. Duo
smiled, teasing his teeth along the thick shaft that throbbed against
his palate. He began to suck.
"The ambassador's wife called earlier, but I said I wasn't really considering
any trousseau at the moment, at least not until we had some firmer idea
of date. Her dressmaker will have to make herself available another time.
I reminded her it would be social death to be dressed inappropriately
for the season, and then she was content to let the subject drop."
The young woman chatted whilst arranging some flowers in a set of matching
crystal vases in the lounge. She knew she had a far more creative talent
for this than any of the staff; she also found it pleasantly restful,
to create the proper ambience in a room. The lilies smelled particularly
exotic. She'd already placed the wine glasses and water jugs on the linen-clothed
table and was waiting for the sweet pastries to finish warming in the
oven. Their buttery smell wafted along the hallway from the kitchen.
"Can you still hear me down there, Heero?" she called. "The general sent
his apologies for tonight, but the major asked if he might make a small
speech in his stead. It was more of an order than a request, of course,
but I hoped you wouldn't mind."
There was the slightest sound in the distance, like a squeak, from down
in the cellar. The young woman knew there were no mice in the house. Nothing
marred the show home perfection of it, and never had. She bit back a small
sigh, not sure of its source.
"I hope everyone enjoys themselves," she mused aloud. This was her diplomatic
way of asking whether they'd know how to behave with decorum. "That event
you attended last month with Duo Maxwell -- I heard some tales
of his behaviour that were a little unsettling. Every time you and he
are out together there are... many such tales. He can be so boisterous,
of course -- so noisy."
She looked down at a couple of cut flower stems she still held in her
hand. "Wufei explained to me how you have all adapted in different ways
to civilian life, and it's not a matter for nervousness or disdain. He's
very wise, Heero -- very tolerant. Oh, and did I tell you? He said
he'd arrive early tonight, to help me-- to help us be ready
on time. Though he refuses to waste his time trying to control my brother's
exuberance. I think we've all abandoned hope of that over the years."
She bit her lip. "I wasn't sure this party was the right thing, really,
from the very beginning. It seems that there are some... expectations
of tonight -- and of us. And I know that many of your colleagues
are used to more... lively gatherings."
She sighed again, but thoughtfully. "Especially Duo," she added, but more
for her own benefit than anything else.
Outside in the hallway, the hatch door to the cellar creaked gently on
its worn prop. Something had probably knocked against the stepladder down
The young woman was trying to remember the last verse to the love song;
her smooth brow was marred by a frown of concentration.
Down in the cellar, Duo lay face down over a stacked pile of crates. He'd
been flung down there with impatience and a distinct lack of care for
his comfort, but he'd made no cry of protest. Now his fingers gripped
the rough wooden lid of the top crate as if desperate to provide some
anchor; the bottles inside rattled against their moorings as his body
jerked back and forth. His jeans and briefs were in a crumpled pile around
his left ankle, and his shirt was pushed up under his armpits. His knees
were bent forward and knocked against the crates; his pale skin was exposed
from his shoulder blades down to his calves, ghostly in the dim light.
Heero knelt on the floor behind him, his face on a level with Duo's ass.
His hands gripped the muscular buttocks; strands of his hair stuck to
his forehead with sweat. He thrust Duo's hips forward against the crates,
then tugged them back, again and again in a relentless rhythm. Each time
the other man's ass nudged up against his face his tongue flickered out
and slavered at the puckered hole between the cheeks. He licked; he swiped
saliva against it and inside it; he stabbed at the entrance, the strong
muscle of his tongue forcing a hot, wet invasion into Duo's hole.
Duo's mouth opened in the shape of a groan, though little sound emerged.
He struggled to hold himself both still and quiet. "Killing me here..."
he gasped, hoarsely.
"Be quiet," muttered Heero. His words were muffled and his tongue still
worked the overly sensitive nerves around Duo's balls. "You can be too
"And you can be too damned smug," Duo hissed back. He released
his right hand from its grip and let it drop down to where his swollen
cock was pressed painfully between his groin and the crate. A nerve twitched
under the taut flesh of his buttocks; a thread of pre-cum clung stickily
to his thigh, shining silver in contrast to the dark wood. He wrapped
his palm protectively around his dick and began to pump himself, following
the rhythm of Heero's hungry rimming.
Heero sat back on his heels and used his thumbs to peel the skin apart
around Duo's entrance. He slid his index finger in, slowly and firmly.
Duo winced at the breach but his ass muscles flexed with need. Heero watched
the muscles tighten back around his finger as he twisted it in further.
Duo thrust himself backwards, impaling it up to the next knuckle.
"Time?" he whispered back into the semi darkness.
Heero knew the answer didn't depend on his gold plated watch. "Plenty,"
he hissed back. Upstairs, the sound of footsteps had temporarily ceased
but there was no sound of traffic outside the house or visitors at the
Duo smiled in triumph, though the man crouched by his ass couldn't see
it. He bent his head back down against the crate, braced his feet even
further apart and tightened his hand around his aching cock.
"More," he grunted. "Now!"
The young woman glanced at her watch, the diamond studded face winking
the seconds at her. She'd had many days to prepare for this event but
suddenly she felt a spike of panic. She had been taught to control such
feelings all her life, though the lessons were no longer considered necessary.
But there was no-one now in her adult life to talk her through such perturbing
Did she need such a person, anyway?
"Heero?" she called. She paused in the doorway of the lounge, smoothing
her hair reflexively. "Maybe when tonight is over we might talk for a
while about... things." She pursed her lips, displeased with such imprecision.
"I've wanted to discuss some issues with you for a while now, but we just
have so little private time together. It never seems... the right occasion."
She started to wander back up the corridor towards the kitchen and the
smell of the pastries. Despite their rare and exotic fillings, the aroma
from their cooking teased her memory with thoughts of her childhood and
simpler, relaxed times.
She passed the open hatchway to the cellar and glanced towards it. Down
below, she heard the distant chink of a glass bottle and a sudden, heavy
breath. Then everything fell silent again.
"Just a few bottles," she called. "No need for excess." She didn't know
why that word brought the vision of Duo Maxwell into mind again. But then
perhaps, if she were honest, she did.
She reached to a portrait on the wall and straightened its frame. "We've
known each other for a long time, Heero, haven't we? We've been good friends,
too." Her voice was louder than in normal conversation but she faced away
from the hatch. Her expression was pensive -- maybe a little sad.
"You're such an attractive man and people have always seen us as a very
suitable couple. And you've been the perfect gentleman about my reluctance
to... take it further." She paused again and her hand brushed slowly against
her mouth as if recalling a touch. "It isn't everything, is it, consummation?"
Again there were no watchers, but she flushed heavily, regardless. "My
brother has made some fairly crude comments to both of us, I know. I've
been quite sharp with him. Just because he beds everything with a pulse
- though preferably in uniform -- it doesn't mean that everyone
else defines their relationship in such a way."
Something creaked down in the basement, but too quietly for her to tell
if it was a cry or the scrape of a crate along the floor.
"Wufei is flying in tonight especially to attend the party, you know,"
she continued, her words speeding up as if she were embarrassed by what
might have seemed a non sequitur. "He's an attractive man, too, Heero,
don't you think? He's been a wonderful companion to me, when you've been
unable to make many of my formal engagements. He has strong, passionate
ideas about men and women; he says that commitment should follow a proper
balance of respect and desire." A small smile teased at her lips and her
gaze slipped inwards to her secret thoughts rather than the luxurious
rooms around her. "A rather old fashioned way of expressing oneself, I
said -- but the principles remain true." Her hand brushed now at
her hip; her eyes opened a little more widely, her features softening.
"He is a very attractive man, though I don't suppose you appraise
your male friends in quite the same way."
By now, her words were only a thoughtful murmur. "Or then again, perhaps
Again, the vision of Duo Maxwell came unbidden into her mind.
Duo was now upright, facing the cellar wall, pressed against it and panting
hotly into the crook of his arm. No coherent words, just sounds - and
sounds of need and agonised delight and exhortation. His knees bumped
against cold stone; he was thrust against the brickwork, his flesh slippery
and shivering, both hot and cold.
He was completely naked, the jeans kicked to one side, the shirt shrugged
off swiftly and eagerly. There was a thin trail of sweat running down
between his shoulder blades. Each time his body arched against the wall,
his foot jerked sideways and knocked against a loose wine bottle, propped
against the rack. It would tilt then right itself, rattling precariously
on its smooth glass base.
Heero was gathered in closely behind him, his hands around Duo's waist
and his mouth at the braided man's neck. He'd discarded his shirt too,
and his pants hung open loosely, unbelted, creased around his thighs.
His hips moved in short, sharp thrusts, matching the shuddering movement
of Duo's body.
At a particularly strong thrust, his head dropped back and Duo's matched
it, their throats bared together and Heero's chest tight against Duo's
arched back. They moved like a single beast, even their breathing in tandem.
It was obvious that they were fucking, even without the evidence of the
stifled grunt of pleasure, the grimaces of desire on their faces.
"So... fucking... good," groaned Duo.
"Hush," hissed Heero, breathlessly. His fingers gripped into Duo's flesh
and he buried his face in the thick braid, gasping his lust. "This is
enough... no need for excess..."
Duo laughed raggedly, biting off the sound into a low, guttural moan as
Heero bent his knees and thrust back up at a deeper angle. "Never met
a more... uhnn... attractive man than you, Heero..."
It was Heero's turn to laugh, though more softly. "But I'm not the one
she wants, Duo. She's searching for..." The words began to dry in his
throat, the climax uncurling deep in his groin and spiralling its heat
up through his veins. "--she's searching for another," he
gasped aloud, and then his mouth stretched open in a wide, wordless cry.
"Fuck me," hissed Duo, urgently, almost angrily. "This is what we
both want. Harder, Heero -- fill me up, goddammit! I never wanted
a perfect gentleman -- I only ever wanted you, any way I
could get you." He lurched back, the other man's keening cry nothing but
a whimper in his ear. Duo felt the sudden clenching of Heero's body; the
tightening of every muscle; the hitched breath in his chest. Then Heero's
hips slammed against him, again and again, deeper and harder, and he felt
him coming up inside his ass.
"Any way I can," he groaned. "Fuck!" His anal muscles spasmed
and his cock jumped in his hand, spitting its own seed out, fierce and
thick and hot. Heero moaned behind him, clutching him, the two of them
holding each other and demanding total surrender for that moment of shared
The wine bottle at Duo's feet tumbled gently down on to its side, rocking
back and forth, chinking against the stone floor.
The young woman opened the front door of the house after insistent knocking
to find a small group of soldiers in dress uniform led by her strikingly
handsome, charismatic and only slightly drunk brother. His long, white-blond
hair was perfectly groomed; his uniform was moulded to his tall, muscular
frame with the combination of military smartness and style that so very
few men could carry off; and his arm was hovering possessively around
the waist of one of the younger, more nervous officers. A bright gleam
in his blue eyes alerted her to his unusual excitement.
But when he smiled his slow, easy smile at her she smiled back. It was
a comfort to know that some things were the same -- he was still
there for her. "So... we're expecting the big announcement tonight," he
said, cheerfully but carefully. "Just what everyone's been waiting for,
He'd said such things before but this was the first time that she'd seen
the sympathy and confusion in his eyes, though she suspected it had always
been there. Many things were becoming clearer to her recently.
Behind him, a car drew up and Wufei Chang stepped out. He was elegant
in his evening suit with an understated style that was the complement
to her brother's. His eyes met hers over Zechs' shoulder.
"Relena." Wufei bowed very slightly to her. "A momentous evening, I believe."
He also smiled, but -- a little like Zechs' response - it was a
sad, sweet gesture.
Surprising them all, Relena stepped forward out of the house, drawing
the door half closed behind her. "Will you drive me, Wufei?" she asked,
quite calmly. "I'd like to go into town and maybe have a quiet, private
"What-?" Her brother looked bemused. "Relena, what about the party?"
She took a deep breath. "I have left messages for the staff to deliver,
to say that it's cancelled. I don't really wish to be here this evening
after all -- I'd like to find something different instead." She
looked pointedly at Wufei, hoping that he understood, and she saw that
he did. His expression was both astonished and pleased.
Zechs' gaze darted between her and Wufei, his eyes narrowing. He understood,
too, raising an eyebrow at her words. "And what about Heero Yuy?"
Relena held up a hand to beg a few moments alone, then stepped back into
the hallway. She walked along to the open hatchway to the cellar and listened
for a few seconds. The air down in the basement eddied with the movement
of human bodies; she could smell sweat and what she suspected was the
tang of past sexual activity, mixed in with the musty scent of wood that
had been stained with spilled wine.
Then she carefully let down the hatch. It fell with a thud, cutting off
the echo of a deep, breathless moan. It could still be opened from below,
but for the moment she thought she might leave the basement some privacy.
She turned back to leave the house.
She was smiling quite happily.
Duo looked up from the cellar floor where he lay sprawled over Heero's
body and saw the window of light vanish. The hatch had shut with a creak
of complaint and now the only sound was their heavy breathing and the
whisper of some displaced dust. The darkness became more cloying, though
their sight adjusted swiftly.
"Well, well, well," he murmured.
Heero peered up past him and his body tensed slightly. But Duo's hands,
pulling off his pants and Duo's mouth, licking a trail down his belly,
were very distracting.
Heero shook his head. A strand of Duo's hair was caught between his lips
and he spat it out carefully.
"So it wasn't because of that incident last month when we nearly got caught
in the general's car?" Duo still kept his voice low, but the laughter
was bubbling underneath it.
Heero frowned, then arched back as Duo's tongue licked slowly and surely
from his balls up to the purple, swollen head of his cock. He spread his
legs apart, pulling his knees up towards his chest. The stone floor was
cool on his naked back, and Duo's body was hot between his thighs.
Duo lifted his head, his eyes bright and wild, with the shine of pre-cum
on his upper lip. "So how long has she known?" he murmured.
"A long time," Heero replied, softly. He sighed as Duo dipped his head
back down to nuzzle beneath his sac, his tongue licking both mischievously
and leisurely. "We can go back upstairs if you want. There are comfortable
"And pastries," sighed Duo.
"Yes," agreed Heero. "We could drink fine wine and eat some of the food
and not need to hide in basements anymore."
Duo wriggled, kneeling up between Heero's outstretched thighs, his firm
hands spreading them even further apart. For a moment he looked down at
Heero's cock, aroused again, bobbing against his belly with heavy heat
and creating an exaggerated shadow on his dusky skin. Duo admired the
puckered hole, barely visible in the darkness except by merit of his saliva,
lubricating it. He licked his lips.
"In a minute," he whispered. "Let's stay here for a while longer, OK?"
He held his awakening cock in his palm, guiding it towards Heero's entrance.
The saliva made a soft sucking noise as he nudged the head in. Heero moaned
and his eyes half closed.
Duo bent at the waist, his head close to Heero's ear and he hissed to
him as he slid carefully in, out, then in again, rocking Heero's body
on the floor.
"After all, it's been kind of exciting down here, don't you think?"
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