Inspired (loosely) by and written for dacia.
Load of nonsense as usual ^_^
1x2x1, lemon, humor, yaoi-disrespect (affectionate)
Heero raised himself up off
the bed on his arms and felt the muscles across his bare shoulders flex.
He gazed down at the body beneath him. The young man lay naked on his
creased white sheets, shadows playing across his chest as his heavy breathing
rose and fell. He held his arms still with palms upwards as if in supplication,
and his long legs were spread out at either side of Heero's poised body.
A trapped nerve shivered in his upper thigh, making his pale skin shimmer:
his wide eyes shone back from a face that was both beautiful and frightened,
the pupils reflecting the moonlight seeping through the bedroom curtains.
Heero knew those eyes were blue; he knew they showed both desire and fear.
It wasn't going to stop him now.
"Do you trust me?" he murmured.
The boy couldn't seem to find any words, but he nodded. He licked at his
lips, nervously. His knee bent a little, causing his legs to fall even
further apart. Heero's eyes followed the trail of soft hair that ran from
between the boy's pert nipples, over a tight belly and down to his groin.
His gaze lingered over the groin. One of the boy's hands lifted up tentatively,
as if to try and cover his nakedness -- but a gentle growl from Heero stopped
him and he let it fall back, a quiet gasp escaping his moistened mouth.
He let his head roll to one side, his long dark hair tangling around the
side of his face, hiding a deep blush. He left himself completely open
to Heero's view.
Heero breathed gently over the boy's hip and watched as his engorged cock
bobbed gently at his thighs. He heard him whimper, as if distressed that
he couldn't control his body's reactions. There was a drop of pre-cum
at its tip, glimmering in the same moonlight that exposed the trail on
his cheek of tears that had fallen and then dried. Heero could smell the
warmth from his young cock, nestling amongst its crisp hairs. He knew
what it would taste like, sliding on his tongue. It would be like something
fresh and rich, snatched from innocence.
"You're beautiful, Duo," he sighed. "I don't want to hurt you, but I know
you want this too. I've waited too long -- watched you too greedily to
hold back now."
The boy's eyes grew even wider. "You want me...? Like this?"
Heero watched the mixture of emotions in the boy's eyes: amazement, excitement,
naivety. "You know I do. I want to make you mine."
"At first, I never thought you'd even talk to me," Duo breathed. "You
were so strong; so clever. I watched you as well and -- please, forgive
me -- I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be held by you.
Then I met you at the store and you helped me in so many ways. I could
never believe you were really my friend -- a mentor to me, in all my troubles
and my struggles in the city. And then when you caught my arm that day..."
Heero sucked in a breath. His heart hammered in his chest. "I knew I had
to have you, Duo, since the first day you arrived. Since the day you stumbled
on the steps outside; when you dropped your parcels, all fingers and thumbs,
your hands shaking although you were trying not to show your nervousness."
He laughed softly and the boy's eyes flickered up to his face.
"Just like that," breathed Heero. "Since your eyes looked up at me, just
"I wanted to please you so much..."
Heero moaned softly. The vision returned to his memory, of just minutes
ago -- the boy on his knees at his feet, gazing up at him like that again;
eyes wide and questioning; hesitant hand reaching to Heero's pants, pushing
them down and aside; those plump lips asking to suck him, and so very,
very keen to do it well...
Heero shifted on the bed, nudging Duo's legs a little further apart. His
own cock was heavy and hot, hanging between his naked legs. "I don't want
to hurt you. But I will have you. The pleasure will come, I promise you."
Duo swallowed, nodded again. His voice was soft. "Be gentle with me."
He reached a hand up again, this time to stroke at Heero's face, serious
and concentrated, staring down at him. "I've never met any man I wanted
to take me like this." He tugged his own legs higher and wider, offering
himself to Heero.
Heero groaned at the sight: other words failed him. He was well-lubed,
but he still moved as carefully as he could, sliding centimetre by centimetre
in through the tight, puckered pink entrance. He bit his lower lip under
his teeth and his arms locked tightly, holding him steady as he rocked
his hips against the boy's.
Duo whimpered -- soft, scared noises as he was breached and taken. His
back arched and his head went back, his hair splayed across the sheets,
dark against the white.
Heero couldn't believe the delight of it all -- the tightness of the boy's
ass; the wriggle of his hips; the gasps that came from his bared throat.
"Ohgodohgod --" mewled Duo. "So -- big..."
They settled to a rhythm but Heero didn't think he could restrain himself
for much longer. His hands clenched at the sheets either side of Duo's
head, the boy's long, silken hair tangling in his fingers. He started
to deepen his thrusts, his breath heaving into the air between them. "Mine,
at last --"
"I'm yours," sobbed Duo. "Take me, Heero --"
"Is this how you want it?" he growled. They were both panting loudly,
the bed creaking beneath them with their efforts. Heero leant in more
fiercely, strengthening his strokes. "This is the truth, Duo, this is
how your body cries for me. Harder, deeper, faster, it cries --"
There was a sudden drop in background noise as Duo caught his breath.
"Well, now you mention it..." There was a rather different tone to his
voice now, even through the breathlessness. "Actually, I sort of preferred
the pace you started with." He wriggled awkwardly underneath Heero, causing
the man on top to lose his stroke for a second. "Just a little slower...just
a little to the right...ahhh...yessss..."
Heero stopped abruptly.
"What?" Duo sounded rather annoyed. "Jeez, I just preferred the plunge
effect to the piston, that's all. What's wrong with not wanting to walk
for a couple of days like my legs couldn't stop a pig?"
Heero made a gargling sound. His arms were rigid and the muscles were
"My back's gone again," he ground out through gritted teeth.
Duo stared up at him, watching the sweat break out on his forehead. "You
mean -- you don't wanna continue?"
Heero snarled at him. "That bottom disc is still vulnerable -- the chiropractor
told me it might be. Hopefully... only cramp." He grimaced: his eyes were
darkening with pain, not lust. "This position is too inflexible - all
your damned fiddling about down there --"
Duo nudged his hips a bit, just out of curiosity. Heero moaned, and not
through sexual delight. Duo could feel his lover's cock softening inside
him and he let it slip slowly out. He wriggled out from underneath him,
not without a few curses as his hair stuck to sweaty limbs and the sheets
got caught around his left ankle.
"OK, come on, I'll help you. I'll massage it for you, like last time."
He lowered Heero back down on to the bed face down and helped him stretch
out. He warmed his hands and started to press on the seized muscle.
Heero made groaning noises again, but he started to relax a little. "Sorry.
We can try again later in the week, if you like."
"Sure." Duo didn't sound like he was truly consoled, but then he snickered
quietly. "Some of those lines were really cheesy, Heero. Where'd you find
them? Yaoi Monthly?"
"Christ, Duo," Heero muttered. "It was your idea, remember, the role playing?
I thought I was pretty convincing, actually."
"Since your eyes looked up at me, just like that? Where the fuck
did that come from? I'm two inches taller than you. Only time I look up
at you is when I'm on a lower step."
"I never met any man I wanted to take me like this?" countered
Heero, his lip curling.
Duo was unfazed. He smirked. "Sounds good, right? And I got the whimpering
down to a fine art. I think we're really building well on this scenario."
"My turn for uke next time," grumbled Heero. "Your knees are stronger."
Duo was still browsing mentally through the script. "The pleasure will
come? Harder, deeper, faster?"
Heero grimaced again. Duo's fingers were working their magic but he was
still in pain. "Not tonight, I can tell you that for certain."
"OK," Duo sighed. There were a few minutes of listless activity where
Duo straightened the sheets and got Heero more comfortable. Then he laid
down beside him and pulled the covers back over them both.
Neither spoke for a while, though they couldn't sleep either.
Then Heero gave a soft snicker in the cooling darkness.
"What?" snapped Duo. Coitus interruptus gave him the grumps.
"So -- big..." mimicked Heero.
"Artistic licence!" growled Duo, but Heero was shaking with laughter.
His back seemed to have eased up considerably.
Duo therefore felt fully justified in rolling back over on top of him,
ignoring his half-hearted protests and resuming Act 2 with a slightly
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