see ch. 1 for warnings, notes, disclaimer
Summary: Heero's first birthday, G-boy style.
Warriors + Chapter 103
Restricted as he was by his slow recovery, Wufei spent far more time than
he might otherwise following his friends in the news.
Safely back on Earth and protected by a number of legal injunctions, Quatre
and Trowa went back to work, preparing for the delayed New York opening.
Duo and Heero were involved, as well, but all four of them were smugly
silent on the nature of that involvement. One of them called him every
day but the two topics he was most interested in--the legal proceedings
and the new acts--were strictly off limits. He had to learn from the news
vids that Quatre had distanced himself completely from the ESUN suit against
L-4, and that the trial
regarding Quatre's brief and aborted custody on his home colony would
not come up for months. Speculation and rumor were rife, however, and
Wufei suspected--and Heero finally privately confirmed--that Quatre's
uncle and sister were leaking all the dirt they could to the press in
hopes of shifting public opinion. The favorite of the tabloids was that
the four of them were involved in some sort of perverse four-way orgy
scenario. This one troubled Wufei the most because it seemed the most
likely to be true. He'd witnessed for himself the sharing of beds, intense
physical intimacy, and displays of affection between them. A year earlier
he might have been scandalized. Now he only worried that it might hurt
Quatre in court.
He had concerns of his own to distract him, however. Zechs was still treating
him like he was made of spun glass. Despite Wufei's stubborn adherence
to daily physical therapy routines and attempts at simple katas, he was
still very weak, and tired easily. Zechs fussed over him constantly, and
had a doctor come in daily to examine him. There was no denying the fact
that Wufei was recovering more slowly than expected.
Zechs was tender, patient, and very attentive, but would not make love
to him except for the occasional oral sex and caresses. Wufei ached for
more, and feared losing ground that they'd gained in New Orleans.
The paparazzi had lurked like vultures outside the gates of Zech's estate
ever since their return, but caught only shots of Zechs coming and going.
Wufei remained hidden away inside. The last thing Chang Wufei wanted was
pictures of him being carried around like some invalid or falling on his
face. And he would rather face torture, he secretly admitted to himself,
than ever have it get out to the public-or his friends-- how much he secretly
loved the way Zechs pampered him in private, even without real sex. Zechs
had had that effect on him from the start. He still insisted on bathing
with Wufei in the huge marble bathtub in their private master bath. He
chose Wufei's clothing and helped him dress, and assisted in his therapy
when needed. In return for Wufei enduring it all without complaint, he
joined him for his meditation sessions and was beginning to get the hang
Wufei found he needed the calming effects of meditation more than ever
now. In part, to hold at bay the frustration of his physical state, but
also to quell his pointless worry over Zechs' appearance at Parliament.
He knew in his heart that whatever the politicians decided, he and Zechs
would be together, but it pained him to think that Zechs' love for him
might cost him in any way. He carried the guilt of his past, and a public
rejection would only throw new light on it. There were still armed guards
all over the estate, and Wufei knew there was still hate mail coming in,
despite recent positive press. Some of it was addressed to him now, too,
but Zechs had assigned a special task force to handle all of that sort
of mail for both of them. Wufei was satisfied with this arrangement; he
cared nothing for the opinions of strangers and didn't want Zechs seeing
that sort of thing, either.
Wufei ached for his wounded lover. There was little he could do except
to recover as quickly as possible, and he pushed himself as hard as he
could each day.
"I will be strong again," he vowed each day as he sweated and strained
New Orleans: January 7, 199 AC.
Duo and Heero had slept with Trowa and Quatre in the big bed every night
since their return from L-4. No one talked about it; they just did. Heero
didn't mind, for the most part, and Duo didn't seem to, either. Everyone
was so glad to have Quatre safely back that they all stayed close to him
whenever they could and at night it was easiest, the only debate being
who had slept beside him last. Duo was as affectionate and effusive with
him as ever, still, Heero thought he caught a fleeting glimpse of some
other, more guarded emotion in those eyes when Duo thought he wasn't looking.
When he tried to ask him about, Duo just smiled and kissed him and changed
At Quatre's insistence, they had also immediately gone to work on the
circus acts, and Trowa was a tough taskmaster. While Quatre and Duo pondered
new costumes and masks, Trowa spent hours in the workout room with Heero,
exploring ideas for an act. As much as Heero hated J, he had to admit
that the physical alterations he'd made to Heero's body were a continuing
advantage. His bullet wounds had healed as quickly as ever and his strength
was already back, while Duo was still tender around his wounds and moving
more slowly. Trowa was teaching them both yoga, and the stretching was
taking care of the last of the lingering effects of scar tissue and trauma.
Heero was still going to the hospital twice a week for light treatments
and blood work, to monitor his mental recovery. Dr. Batoosingh was delighted
with his progress and Heero felt good, really good, despite the recovery
of the dark memories from his time in Kisarazu. The doctors believed it
was because of the treatments. Heero didn't deny that they were helping,
but secretly credited much of his recovery to the fact that he'd killed
the men who'd hurt him, and tried to hurt Duo. He had no regrets. Perhaps
that was due to some flaw in him, or some lingering effect of J's conditioning.
He'd examined this in his own mind repeatedly, like running a new program
to check for bugs, but felt nothing but the familiar satisfaction of a
He even brought it up to Dr. Batoosingh in their first session after their
return from L-4.
"I don't feel any guilt about killing those men," he confessed, then watched
Batoosingh closely for a reaction.
As usual, the doctor showed no alarm at such a statement. Instead, he
asked, "Have you felt that sort of violence toward anyone else since the
"You mean besides whoever I might have hurt during my fugue state?" There
were still gaps in his memory there.
"Since you returned to Duo."
"My friends tell me that I sometimes look as if I'm going to hurt someone,
strangers mostly, who get too close to Duo. I sometimes still feel hyper
vigilant, and perhaps overly protective." He paused, thinking of his early
days back with his friends. "Perhaps a little paranoid at first, but nothing
like I was just after the war."
"Have you wanted to hurt anyone, Heero?"
"I told you about the gay bashers in Provincetown. The ones who threatened
us the night of our first date."
"But you didn't hurt anyone, did you? You let Duo handle that."
"He wanted to, and I knew he was capable."
"So you were alert, armed, and ready for trouble, but you took no action."
"And when you and Duo went to help your friends the other day, you were
angry, but you didn't hurt anyone."
"Yes. So it's just those men in Kisarazu, and I don't remember very much
about that fight. Only the aftermath."
Dr. Batoosingh smiled. "I don't think you have anything to worry about.
Keep up with the treatments and meds for the depression and you should
be fine. Your recovery has been remarkable, and despite all Dr. J did
to you, you can still love and feel normal emotions, which in itself is
remarkable, considering your past. By all rights, you should be a complete
sociopath, but you're nothing of the kind."
"Because of Duo."
"No, Heero. Because of who you are. That's what allowed you to break your
conditioning time and again, to feel friendship and love for him and the
others. You are and always have been incredibly strong. Not even J could
condition the heart out of you. You only needed an incentive to grasp
it. That's where Duo and the others factor in." He paused and looked down
at his notes. "You love them all very much, don't you? And I suspect the
tabloids are not completely off base as to the nature of your relationship
Heero tensed. "You're asking about polyamory, right? I-well, I suppose
"But Duo still comes first?"
"Yes. I think the four of us have come to an understanding. We're all
very important to each other, and we have been-well, intimate. But Trowa
and Quatre belong together, and so do Duo and I. I'm not sure what's going
to happen now. Duo and I talked about getting our own place, but with
Quatre hurt and helping with the circus for now and all? I don't know."
"Well, I hope for Duo's sake that you give this more thought."
Heero looked up sharply. "Has he said something to you?"
"Duo's sessions are confidential, Heero. You know that. But I suspect
you already know how he feels."
Heero sighed. "I'm not sure I do. He really loves them, and he's glad
that I do, too. But there's still something there he can't seem to tell
"Keep that in mind, Heero, and work on that with him as gently as you
can. He's made enormous strides these past five months. More than I ever
expected he would. But he's still emotionally fragile, though he's desperate
not to let anyone know it. If he lost you, I think he would very quickly
lose all the ground he's gained. In time, he may become strong enough
to exist on his own, but he hasn't reached that point yet."
"Is his dependence on me unhealthy?"
"Between other couples I've treated, I would say yes. But you two are
a special case in just about every sense of the word. Duo is textbook
dysfunctional, but you? I've never met anyone quite like you. If anyone
can heal him, it's you, and only you. How do you feel about that?"
Batoosingh smiled again. "Well then, just keep doing whatever it is you're
doing and trust your judgment." He glanced over at the clock. "Our hour's
up. Anything else?"
"No. You've given me much to think about."
"Good. Don't worry, Heero, you're on the right track. Oh, and happy birthday!
It is tomorrow, isn't it?"
Heero felt himself coloring. "How did you know that?"
"Duo mentioned it after his session yesterday. This is your first since
you chose a day, isn't it?"
Heero nodded. He'd forgotten all about it, and Duo and the others hadn't
said a thing. Heero had little concept of birthdays, except how they'd
celebrated Trowa's and Wufei's, and he didn't expect anything that elaborate
for himself. Duo certainly couldn't afford to buy him a house.
He pushed such thoughts aside as he rode home in a cab, more concerned
with what Batoosingh had told him about Duo, and what had happened in
the big hotel bed on Earth Fall eve. If Heero hadn't been so drunk and
high that night, perhaps he would have stopped the others before things
went so far.
//Trust my judgment.// Heero frowned as he stared out the window. Had
he that night, or had he been selfish, letting himself go and not protecting
Duo's feelings? Trowa and Quatre were good friends, but they were different--wilder
and more secure in their relationship after all these years.
Batoosingh's assessment of Duo was unsettling. Duo really did seem his
old self again, but now Heero knew his past, and how much of that "old
self" had been a mask to hide so many wounds. Not that any of them could
be called normal, but only Duo had lived with long term abuse, all the
way back to his childhood. Even Trowa had been better treated than Duo
had, and it didn't occur to Heero to compare his own past to theirs. Quatre
and Wufei didn't even factor in to that equation. They'd had families
and normal upbringings. No, his Duo had strengths and weaknesses all his
own, forged in the hard days on L-2 streets and during the war. Heero
hadn't been joking when he told the doctor he was honored to be the one
Duo depended on. He'd committed to that mission months ago and now he
felt a renewed sense of duty.
//No, not duty,// he mentally amended, running his fingers through his
hair. Nothing he felt toward Duo came from any sense of obligation. He
loved him and everything else stemmed from that. All that he'd learned
about Duo since his return helped him refine his methods of taking care
of him, and those were as unique as his complex lover.
Which brought him back to his concerns about their sleeping arrangements.
He and Duo still had the room next door to withdraw to for privacy, but
they hadn't used it in a long time, at least not at night. They were engaged,
but almost immediately had sex with the others. Heero's stomach tightened
into a guilty knot. Was Duo having second thoughts? Is that why they were
making love less often since then?
By the time the cab pulled up in front of the courtyard gate Heero had
worked himself into a state of alarm, but he had a plan in place. He wasn't
good with words, especially around important feelings, but he and Duo
spoke the language of the body fluently. Duo was always honest with him,
and never more so than in bed. He'd start there.
He found the others just sitting down to lunch in the newly restored kitchen.
Duo grinned and waved him to the empty chair. "Hey baby, you hungry? Marie
made oyster po'boys--"
That's as far as he got before Heero scooped him up from his chair and
carried him out of the kitchen. Trowa let out a long wolf whistle behind
"Looks like Heero has lunch plans of his own!" Quatre laughed.
"Well, hello to you, too! What's up?" Duo grinned, wrapping his arms around
Heero's neck he carried him up the back stairs.
Heero just smiled in the way that made Duo nervous and took him to their
own room and their own bed. Depositing him there, he locked the door and
peeled off his shirt without unbuttoning it. "Strip, little mermaid."
He pretended ease, but in reality he was watching Duo from the corner
of his eye for a reaction. If Duo balked, it would give him an opening
But he didn't. "Oooo. Orders, huh?" Duo gave him a heated look, and held
Heero's gaze as they both shucked off their clothes.
Heero stretched out beside Duo on the bed and kissed him deeply, running
his hand over Duo's cheek and down his side, savoring the silky smoothness
of his lover's skin.
Already breathless, Duo stared up at him with apparent amusement. "So?"
"I love you, Duo. More than anyone else." Heero tried to put all his feelings
into those words as he cupped Duo's bare bottom in one hand and kissed
the healing bullet holes on Duo's chest.
Duo raised an eyebrow at his serious tone. "I know, baby. You're my one
and only, too. Are you OK?"
The knot in Heero's belly eased a bit. "Yes, I'm fine. I just want--Tell
me, Duo, what do you need right now?"
Duo grinned and ran a hand down Heero's belly to his half hard cock. "I
was just about to ask you that."
"What do you need?" Heero gave each hardened pink nipple a swirl of his
Heero kissed his way up Duo's chest to that sensitive spot at the side
of his neck. Nibbling and licking there until Duo squirmed, he whispered,
"Tell me exactly what you want. That's an order."
"Oh baby!" Duo panted. "Tie--tie my hands to the headboard and have your
way with me! Don't--don't want to know--just do it!"
Heero leaned over the side of the bed and rummaged in the bottom drawer
of their nightstand. Passing over several silk scarves he kept there,
he chose instead a short length of silky rope. With a few quick, efficient
turns, he wrapped Duo's wrists securely and lashed the loose ends to the
headboard. Then he tugged Duo down the bed until his arms were stretched
almost to the point of discomfort. Duo was already moaning, eyes squeezed
shut, cock hard and weeping against his belly. So was Heero's.
Letting instinct guide him, he went back for a scarf and blindfolded Duo.
"Yeah!" Duo sighed. He was smiling, glowing, and arching his back wantonly.
He needed this.
"Duo, your safe word is 'north'. Repeat that back to me so I know you
"North," Duo sighed, clutching at the ropes.
"Good." Heero knelt between his parted legs and slowly massaged his feet,
raising them in turn to his lips and kissing each silver frosted toenail.
Then he massaged his way up Duo's calves and thighs, circling his thumbs
over the swollen ridge behind his tightening balls.
Duo was moaning softly now. They'd only had sex once since the return
from L-4, and that had been in the shower yesterday. Before that it had
been the zero gee blow jobs.
Heero slowly crawled up Duo's body. "Has your ass missed my cock, Duo?"
"Do you need it? My cock in your tight, beautiful ass?"
Heero slid slowly back down until his lips brushed the length of Duo's
erection. "How do you want it?"
"Any way you want!"
Heero sat back on his heels, breaking all physical contact and watching
as Duo strained against the ropes and wiggled his hips in frustration.
After a moment he went still and licked his lips. "Just your cock. No
prep. Slow and easy, then hard and deep."
Satisfied, Heero retrieved the lube from the top drawer and covered his
own erection generously. Duo heard and spread his legs wide, drawing his
knees up. Heero slid a hand under his ass and lifted him easily to position
a pillow under his hips. He heard Duo's quick gasp of anticipation.
When he had Duo positioned to his liking, he moved closer and teased Duo's
opening with the slick tip of his erection. The tight little pucker flexed,
already loosening for him. Duo was still tight, but Heero had taken him
so often like this that the muscles relaxed very quickly. Heero poured
on more lube, careless of the sheets and slowly pressed forward. There
was a moment of delicious resistance, then the head slipped through the
first ring of muscle and Duo let out a long whine of pleasure and pain.
Heero didn't stop, just slowly worked his cock in deeper.
Duo clawed at the ropes--not to free himself, Heero knew, but to reassure
himself that they were still tight, that he couldn't get free. Heero clutched
Duo's hips and pulled him down on his cock, accentuating the sensation
of being helpless. "Oh! Oh, yeah!" Duo groaned. "Take me, Heero. I want
Heero was in to the hilt now. Not giving Duo time to catch his breath,
he drew out slowly, and then pushed back in with the same excruciating
pace. Duo wrapped those long legs around Heero's waist, welcoming him
in. "Yeah! Oh, Heero, so good!"
"I'm going to fuck you hard now. Give me the safe word if you need to."
Duo nodded, then yelped as Heero pulled out and dragged him sideways so
his ass was at the edge of the mattress and his arms were stretched tight
over his head. Grasping Duo's ankles, he pulled his legs into the air
and spread them wide, keeping tension on the muscles. Bending his knees,
he brought the tip of his erection back to Duo's exposed, stretched hole
and slid in with one firm stroke.
Tightening his grip on Duo's ankles he pulled his ass a few inches off
the bed and started pounding his ass hard, giving it to him hot and heavy
and angling to hit his prostate.
Duo arched his back and screamed, startling Heero so badly he almost pulled
"Like that!" Duo cried, writhing in his grip. "Just like that!"
Heero couldn't see his lover's eyes, but he saw the deep pink flush infusing
Duo's fair chest and cheeks, and recognized that open mouthed grimace
as a look of deepest pleasure. Bracing his feet, Heero used the considerable
strength of his thighs to slam into Duo's ass, hard and fast and deep,
giving Duo all his body asked for. It was dangerously close to rape, but
Duo had his safe word and his trust. He could stop this any time he wanted.
He chose to submit, and lost himself in it. Heero understood that now
and moments like this didn't scare him like they once had. Instead, they
filled him with a sense of love and power. He could give Duo what he needed
most, and Duo would only ask it of him, no one else, not even their friends.
That coiled the red heat in his balls and sent waves of almost painful
pleasure through his entire body.
Heero pulled those long, beautiful legs wider, watching Duo's dark, engorged
cock dance and throb against his flat belly. He wished he could suck it
for him right now, or have some one else do it--
A sudden image of Quatre's head bobbing between them nearly sent him over
the edge. He held back with an effort and cleared his mind. This was just
for the two of them.
Duo came hard, thrashing and wrenching at the ropes and screaming Heero's
name and a string of profanity the likes of which Heero hadn't heard from
him in months. His own orgasm was like an explosion between his legs and
engulfed him like fire. He managed to stay on his feet until they were
both spent and sobbing for breath. He withdrew his softening cock and
gently moved Duo back on the bed to take the strain off his arms. He used
a corner of the sheet to wipe the cum from Duo's belly and ass. The cloth
came away from between his buttocks stained faintly pink, but Duo looked
perfectly content. Heero untied him and massaged his over stretched biceps
and shoulders. Duo moaned happily, apparently incapable of moving on his
own. Heero sat back against the headboard and pulled Duo, still blindfolded,
into his lap, cradling him against his chest.
Duo snuggled under Heero's chin, melting into his embrace. "That was phenomenal!"
"Yes!" Heero slowly stroked a hand up and down Duo's back and ran his
fingers over the disheveled braid. Now would be the best time to talk,
but Duo was fading fast.
"You kinda jumped the gun, though," Duo chuckled.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I was going to give you a special birthday present tonight, but
now you're all worn out."
Heero chuckled and hugged him close. "You know me better than that, little
mermaid. Just give me a little while to recover and change the sheets."
"Don' worry 'bout the sheets," Duo mumbled, already dozing off. "Got plans--"
But Duo was already asleep.
They slept for a few hours,
and Duo woke first and checked the clock. It was nearly four. Kicking
himself for losing so much of the day, he rose up on one elbow and found
Heero still deeply asleep.
The sex had been amazing, even for Heero. It had meant something--something
good, and Duo was still glowing all over. Propping his head on one hand,
he watched Heero for a few more minutes, loving the sound of his lover's
even breathing and the warmth of his skin. Heero's eyelashes were so thick
and silky against his cheeks, almost like a girl's, but the body pressed
close to his own had nothing feminine about it. Duo could feel the strength
in his muscles even in sleep.
"I love you, too, Heero Yuy, more than I can ever say. I'll love you forever,
and not just for the sex," he whispered, gently tracing Heero's soft lips
with the tip of one finger. Those dark blue eyes fluttered open and found
him, drowsy and full of love. "Time to get ready, baby."
"Ready for what?" Heero murmured.
"You'll see! It's a surprise."
Heero stretched and kissed him on the forehead, the wrinkled his nose.
"Nope." Duo nuzzled under Heero's arm and inhaled deeply. "I like you
smelling like me and sex." He moved lower and kissed the dark patch of
hair just above Heero's half hard cock. "Mmmmm, yeah!"
Grinning, he rolled off the bed and pulled on his discarded jeans, not
bothering with underwear, and went to the door. "Time, guys!" he shouted,
and heard an answering call from Trowa downstairs.
Duo paused, sensing a bit of that strange air he'd noticed when Heero
got home from the doc's. "Is something wrong, Heero? Did something weird
come up with Dr. B?"
Heero paused, then shook his head, smiling. "Nothing major."
"OK." Duo wasn't entirely convinced, but he could already hear the others
coming up the stairs. Putting his concerns aside for later, he pulled
a large, brightly wrapped box from under the bed. "Present time for the
"You didn't have to!" Heero began, but Duo cut him off with a look.
"I told you before, Heero. We're going to live like regular people now,
with birthdays and anniversaries and presents and all that stuff."
Duo was enjoying this and it looked like Heero was, too, though there
was a suspicious glitter of moisture in his eyes. Duo sat down on the
bed and kissed his eyelids, tasting the salt of unshed tears. "It's OK,
Heero. You'll get used to it."
Heero grabbed him and hugged him almost painfully tight just as Trowa
and Quatre burst in. Trowa was carrying Quatre in his arms, and Kat was
holding the present they'd brought, a large square box.
Heero's eyes widened as he took in what they were wearing. They were both
dressed in tight, ripped up jeans and dark tee shirts. Quatre had on his
black leather collar and bondage cuffs with the worn steel rings, and
his blue eyes were heavily outlined with kohl.
Heero pulled the sheet up over his bare lap. "What's going on?"
They just laughed and climbed onto the bed to join him. Trowa leaned over
and sniffed him, then smirked. "You smell as good as you sounded."
Duo elbowed his way between them, depositing the boxes on Heero's lap.
The one from him, the largest, held a black leather biker jacket--the
short kind with heavy zippers and a studded belt across the back. Trowa
and Kat's held a shiny black helmet with a black visor.
Heero stared at them a moment, then looked up to find the other's grinning
at him. "I don't have a motorcycle."
Duo grinned. "Look in the pocket."
Heero felt in the pockets of the new jacket, and found the set of keys
with a very distinctive emblem on them.
"From all of us," Duo told him.
"Oh yes we did," Quatre laughed, kissing him on the cheek. "Since it's
your first real birthday and all, we wanted to make it extra special.
Get some clothes on and meet us down to the courtyard."
He and Trowa went out, leaving Heero and Duo to pull on their clothes.
Heero struggled into his discarded jeans and Duo tossed him a new black
tee shirt with the same logo printed in white and orange on the front.
Hero pulled it on with trembling hands and Duo helped him into the new
"That's two leather jackets you've given me," Heero whispered huskily.
"Take a hint, Heero. I love you in leather!" Duo said lightly, but inside
he felt a bittersweet pang of deep affection; Heero had suffered every
sort of physical abuse without a whimper, but show him the least bit of
extra attention or kindness and there went the waterworks. It made Duo
love him even more, that unexpected sentimental side.
He pulled on the lurid pink "Better Than Pussy" cropped tank top Heero
had vetoed a few days earlier and topped it with the butter soft Italian
leather jacket Heero had given him for their first date. He combed out
his braid and redid it, leaving a foot of loose hair at the end and wrapping
it with a black thong.
Heero raised an eyebrow as Duo slipped on his collection of bracelets
and went to the dresser mirror to outline his eyes with a little kohl.
"What exactly do you guys have planned?"
Duo winked at him in the mirror. "You'll see." Taking Heero by the hand,
he pulled him out onto the gallery. In the courtyard below was a huge
black motorcycle with a very large red bow on the handlebars.
"A Harley VRX Night Rod?" Heero gasped, gripping the railing.
"Happy first birthday, 01!" Quatre and Trowa called up to him, leaning
one a midnight blue model just like it, leather jackets on and helmets
ready under their arms. A fourth helmet was balanced on the "bitch seat"
of Heero's new bike.
"Yep." Duo pulled him on toward the stairs. "Liquid cooled 60 degree V
engine, titanium alloy brakes, straight shot duel pipes . . .Black, of
"One twenty h.p., electronic sequential fuel injection, sixty-nine cubic
inch displacement, eleven point three to one compression ratio . . ."
Heero was almost drooling.
"And a two-up seat for your main squeeze," Duo pointed out as he followed
Heero ran his hands over the big machine in much the way he'd touched
Duo earlier. "It's-it's-" He shook his head and looked around at the others.
"It's fucking awesome!"
Quatre grinned. "I think he likes it, Duo."
"I don't know-" Heero trailed off, blinking again. "I don't know what
to say! Thank you!" He kissed all three of them on the mouth and they
gathered around him in a group hug. "It's too much, but damn, I love it!"
"I haven't seen you this excited since Zechs gave you back Wing," Trowa
laughed, slapping him on the back. "So, you gonna stand around here or
take that bad boy out for a spin?"
"Is this part of your plan for tonight?" he asked Duo.
"Yep. Let's go, baby."
Heero straddled the bike and started it up as Duo climbed onto the bitch
seat behind him. It rumbled like a living thing between his legs and he
felt himself go hard. Oh yeah! Trowa stared up his own bike, with Quatre
clinging on behind.
"Where?" asked Heero.
"You'll see. Follow Trowa."
They rumbled through the Quarter and turned north to the shores of Lake
Ponchartrain, where they opened the bikes up on the highway and sped along
with the wind whipping around them. Duo anchored his hands under Heero's
arms and leaned into him, loving the vibration of the big engine and the
freedom. He leaned forward and shouted over the wind, "I've heard hard
core bikers claim they can tune the engine just right to make their woman
come from the vibration. I'm starting to think they weren't lying!"
"How's your butt?" Heero called back, face invisible behind the dark visor
but the amusement clear in his voice.
Duo squeezed him tighter. "Real good, baby. Real damn good!"
As the moon rose over the water they drove out across the great causeway
that spanned the lake. Twenty-four miles long, a straight on ribbon of
asphalt suspended above the water, it gave Duo a surreal thrill in the
On the far side Trowa guided them to a rough looking roadhouse on the
outskirts of Mandeville. There were dozens of big bikes lined up along
the curb. Inside there were beer stained pool tables, loud music, and
peanut shells on the floor. The clientele was mostly male and obviously
gay, and dressed on the same worn denim and leathers, with a sprinkling
of bondage gear like Kat's. People recognized them, but kept to polite
nods and grins and left them alone.
"I think we're getting to be old news around here," Duo noted as they
took to the dance floor.
"Better that way," Heero said, pulling him close and kissing him.
They danced, drank beer, and shot pool. Quatre had on a walking brace
now, and he and Trowa managed some slow dances. Heero liked those, too.
The smell of sex still clung to Duo's skin and he couldn't help burying
his nose in his hair. It was rather like the day they'd all jumped Trowa-pheromone
overload. Despite their strenuous session that afternoon, Heero was ready
for more. He hoped the birthday plans didn't include another four way;
no one had suggested it, but Trowa and Quatre were both very physical
with him on the dance floor, and Duo seemed to be flirting with everyone.
A little after midnight, however, Duo downed the last of his warm beer
and took Heero by the hand. "Time for the rest of your present, 'ro."
Heero cast a questioning look back at Trowa and Kat, but they remained
at their table, waving good-bye.
They climbed back on the big Harley and Duo guided him back across the
bridge, and up the lakeshore to a nice hotel off the highway. Their rough
clothing attracted a few odd looks from the desk clerks, but Duo ignored
them as he pulled Heero across the lobby to the elevator and whisked him
up to the suite he'd reserved.
He opened the door with a flourish of the key card and Heero stepped inside
The room was very nice, and looked more inviting still because of the
dozens of candles lit all over the room.
"You set all this up. For my birthday?" Heero asked softly, looking around.
"Yup. Just you and me and a few naughty ideas I've been having," Duo said,
wrapping his arms around Heero's waist and kissing him. "And this time,
I'm giving the orders.
Heero expected to be steered for the shower, but instead Duo led him to
the bed and had him lay down on his back, still fully clothed. He sat
down beside him and unzipped the front of Heero's jacket to massage his
chest. "You trust me, right?"
"Of course I do."
"Then put your hands over your head."
There was mischief in his smile as he said it, but Heero also saw a hint
of doubt. He calmly did as Duo asked, and wasn't surprised when Duo produced
a pair of padded cuffs and secured his hands.
"You don't get why I like this, do you?" he said. "Well, I want to try
and show you. I've wanted to do this for a while now, so you can understand
how much you mean to me, the way you take charge when I need it. If you
don't want to do this, just say so. You're safe word is 'stop'."
"Isn't that a bit obvious?"
"Maybe, but that's what it is. You say stop, and I stop."
"I accept my present, Duo. You're in charge now."
"That's just the point, Heero. I'm not. You are now. The one with the
safe word is in charge."
Heero had already guessed as much, and he knew he wasn't going to use
that word, no matter what Duo did to him. He wondered if Duo had plans
to spank him. That didn't hold much appeal, but he'd let him, if that's
what he wanted.
Duo pulled off Heero's boots and jeans, leaving him naked from the waist
down. Then he took out a switchblade from some hidden pocket and flicked
it open inches from Heero's face. He waited a moment, giving Heero time
to say the word, but Heero said nothing. He was not afraid.
Duo used the knife to slice open the front of Heero's new shirt, then
ran the tip of the blade very lightly down his midline and back up to
trace his hardened nipples. It felt good, just a slightly scratchy tickle
over his skin. Heero was careful to hold still, though his instinct was
to arch into the sensation.
"Very good, 01," Duo murmured, and the tip of the blade strayed lower,
circling his navel and tracing the inside of one thigh dangerously close
to Heero's scrotum. Heero's cock was hard and weeping already, in spite
of all the beer he'd had.
The knife disappeared somewhere and Duo bent over him and undid his braid,
letting his hair cascade down across Heero's face and chest. It was cool
against his skin, and smelled of sandalwood and cigarette smoke and beer
and sex. Duo moved, slowly dragging all that heavy, silky hair down Heero's
chest and belly to pool sensuously at his groin.
"Love that!" Heero whispered. "Always love that!"
"I know. That's why I only take down my hair for you."
Duo moved again and Heero felt the warm slide of a tongue up his shaft
and over the tip of his cock.
"You still smell like me here," Duo whispered, moving down to lick and
nuzzle Heero's balls. It only lasted a moment, then he was kissing down
Heero's bare legs to his feet, and sucking his toes. Fingers found the
soles of his feet and tickled.
Heero bucked and pulled away. "Stop!"
Duo sat back on his heels at once, palms flat on his denim-covered thighs.
"You see? No tricks, just rules. Rules you can trust the other guy to
follow. May I touch you again?"
"Yes." Heero was bemused. Duo wasn't telling him anything he hadn't instinctively
understood from the start, but it seemed to be important to him to do
so, so Heero went along with it. Duo kissed and licked him all over, scraped
his nails down Heero's sides, and bit him none to gently on the inner
thighs and nipples. Heero was already floating on a slightly euphoric
cloud of sensation. Who needed a safe word for play like this?
Duo did stop after a while, though, but only long enough to shed everything
but that awful pink top and his jewelry. Heero had to admit that it gave
him a very wanton look, one that he found he liked very well behind closed
doors. Duo picked up a thick pillar candle and came back to kneel beside
him. Without a word, he tipped some of the liquid wax out to spill across
Heero's thigh, mere inches from his scrotum. It burned and startled him.
He jerked reflexively against the restraints and heard the chain joining
the cuffs grate against the fancy metal work of the headboard. Duo raised
an eyebrow at him, then poured hot wax across Heero's other thigh, letting
a few hot droplets hit his balls this time.
"Stop!" Heero grated out.
Just as before, Duo sat back at once, still holding the candle. After
a moment he leaned back, erection jutting up in front of him and lifted
the candle over it. Realizing what he was about to do, Heero barked out
"STOP!" so sharply Duo's hand shook, slipping a little wax across his
"I said stop!" Heero growled, not entirely convinced it had been an accident.
"No more wax. Stop."
Duo nodded and set the candle aside on the nightstand. "You see? Trust."
"I understand that, Duo. I've always trusted you."
Duo smiled, then stood up again and went to the closet. He returned with
a small backpack. "Another present, Heero." He took out a long thin present
wrapped in shiny red and black foil paper and ribbons and dangled a loose
end of ribbon over Heero's lips. Heero took the bait and raised his head,
catching the it between his teeth and pulling. It came loose and slithered
down around his neck. Duo tore a corner of the paper and held the package
close, making him unwrap the rest with his teeth. Inside was a long, thick
curved sort of thing that Heero recognized at once as an anal vibrator.
Duo flicked the control with his thumb, turning it on, and rubbed it over
Heero's cheeks and lips, letting him feel the considerable buzz it gave
off. "Do you trust me, Heero? Do you trust me to put this inside you?"
"Yes." In fact, he was looking forward to it.
"Good. Spread your legs for me, baby." Heero did, and Duo reached into
the backpack again and came out with a bottle of lube. Slicking the vibrator,
he inserted the narrow tip into Heero's anus and slowly worked it in.
When it was proper seated deep inside him he turned it on again, the curved
tip dangerously close to Heero's prostate, but not quite touching.
"Ah!" Heero did arch now. The sensation was like nothing he'd ever felt
before. He was also aware of the fact that he couldn't lower his arms.
That seemed to heighten the sensations somehow.
Duo chuckled. "You're starting to get it, aren't you? The other thing
I like so much about being tied up. It's so sexy, having to just lie there
and take it. It's good, isn't it?"
"Yes!" Heero whispered, as wave upon wave of pleasure stiffened his cock
to aching hardness.
"And that's just the beginning, Heero." Duo moved so that he was straddling
Heero's chest with his back to him. When he bent over, his spread, exposed
ass was less than a foot from Heero's face, his anus, still red from this
afternoon's love making, like a sexual bull's eye between those creamy
cheeks. Heero raised his head, wanting to kiss and lick it, but he couldn't
"You want that, huh?" Duo chuckled, raking his nails up Heero's thighs
again. "Well, you can't have it. You just get to watch."
And Heero did, as Duo slicked up his fingers and slowly finger fucked
himself right in front of him.
"Oh god, Duo!" Heero gasped, watching as one, then two, then three fingers
disappeared into that tight little hole, leaving it glistening and stretched.
The vibration in his ass was almost maddening now. "Want to fuck you!"
"Really? Well, too bad, baby, I've got other plans." Heero couldn't see
his face, but he could tell he was grinning.
Another rummage in the backpack produced a very large silicon dildo shaped
like a cock and balls, and Heero had to watch helplessly, aching with
arousal, as Duo fucked himself with that. They were both moaning by the
time the last few inches had disappeared between his cheeks. The mouth
of his anus was stretched tight around it, but Heero detected no sound
of pain in Duo's voice.
Duo leaned back, bringing the end of the thing within reach. "Fuck me,
Heero had to open his jaws wide to grip the balls but he managed it, then
used the strength of his neck to work the thing in and out a few inches.
Duo helped by rocking back and forth. "Yeah, you're good! So good!"
They continued like that for a few minutes. Heero's neck began to ache
but he wouldn't stop. He was going crazy with arousal now, and Duo's strange,
unexpected games only added to it.
Just when he didn't think he could hold his head up any longer Duo suddenly
moved away out of reach again. Lowering his head, he took Heero's straining
cock down his throat, and reached back between his own legs to fuck himself
with the dildo while Heero watched.
"God Duo! That's so-amazing! I'm going to come, just watching!"
Duo immediately stopped sucking him and his hand stilled on the dildo.
There was no response, and Heero was left staring that the big dildo stretching
his lover's ass. His cock was on fire now. "Duo? Please? I want more."
But Duo still didn't move.
Heero lay there a moment, confused, then something occurred to him and
he grinned. "Duo, stop!"
With a chuckle, Duo took him down his throat again and swirled his tongue
over his shaft.
"Oh god!" Heero moaned, proud of himself for seeing the illogic of the
When Duo pulled off again it was only long enough to turn around, remove
the dildo and slide Heero's cock into the warm tightness of his body.
Once again, however, he went perfectly still. The combination of his heat
and the vibrator lifted Heero to a whole new level of aching arousal.
"Duo, please!" Did he dare use the safe word again, or would Duo stop
everything? Heero thought he'd probably die of frustration if that happened
"What do you need, Heero?" Duo purred. His long hair was loose all around
him now, framing his face and chest and belly.
"You! I need you!" Heero gasped, hardly coherent now.
"You have me, baby. I'm right here. See?" And with that he tightened the
muscles of his rectum around Heero's cock.
"Oh god! Do that again!"
And Duo did, over and over again without moving in any other way. It was
unlike anything Heero had ever felt before-at once maddening and overwhelmingly
arousing. The squeezes grew erratic, with long pauses between some, and
no pause at all between others. Heero couldn't anticipate, and his pleas
for release got him nothing but a devilish grin. Duo was in complete control
now, until Heero told him to stop. And there was no way in hell he was
going to do that!
Still grinning, Duo reached back and tickled Heero's balls, then reached
further and---- "AhhhhhhH!" Heero bucked and yelled as the vibrations
suddenly got a great deal stronger.
"Didn't I mention that this model has multiple settings?" Duo chuckled.
"Do you like it?" He adjusted something and the vibrations increased unbearably.
Duo squeezed his cock again, a long ripple of internal muscles. "I'll
stop if you tell me, 'ro. You have the safe word. All you have to do is
"No!" Heero panted. "Not until-not until I come in that hot ass of yours!"
"The fuck me, Heero. Fuck me hard!"
Scarcely recognizing the needy whine that wrung from him, Heero bent his
knees and braced his feet on the bed, giving himself some small amount
of leverage. Duo obligingly raised up a little, giving him room to thrust
and Heero did, like a wild thing, lost now to everything but the need
to come and the onslaught of sensation in his ass and cock, all accentuated
excruciatingly by the sudden thought that he was bound and pinned down,
unable to get loose or take charge. He was helpless to do anything but
take what Duo was giving him, except that he wasn't. He could make it
all stop with a single word. The heady mix of that insight was too much
for him to process, except that he'd never been more turned on in his
The orgasm, when it finally hit, was so intense he lost all awareness
of anything but it. It tore through him like a tidal wave, engulfing every
nerve in his body with an overload of sensation. It went on and on, and
only when it finally began to let up was he aware of the taste of Duo's
cum on his lips and the heat of it on his chest, face and belly. Opening
his eyes, he saw Duo still straddling him, still coming, with his arms
over his head and his hands buried in his hair, tears streaming down his
Heero wrenched at the restraints and the chain joining the cuffs snapped,
freeing him. He caught Duo as he fell forward and drew him down into his
arms, holding him tight.
"Duo? Are you all right? Did I hurt you?"
"No!" Duo said shakily, clinging to him. "I'm great. It was the look on
your face when you came! You got it. You really got it!"
"Yes." The vibrator had become an annoyance. Heero reached back and pulled
it out, letting it fall where it may, and gathered Duo closer. "That was
amazing. I understand."
Duo wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand and smiled up at him.
"I wanted you to feel it-what I feel when you take me like you did this
afternoon. It's so good! I feel so safe and loved and wanted when you
take care of me like that."
Heero stroked his cheek. "I do. I really do. Thank you for showing me.
And I'm glad-that is-I needed this, like this, just you and me. And this
"You needed it to be just the two of us."
Duo pushed himself up on his elbows, studying Heero's face closely. "You're
wondering too, aren't you, how to handle the whole situation with the
"I was worried about you."
Duo shook his head slowly. "About me, huh? Well, that's no surprise."
"What do you mean?"
Duo sat up and pushed his hair back over his shoulder. "I have a confession,
Heero. I wanted to turn you on like this, but it was also kind of a test."
"Yeah. You let me wave a knife in your face, almost cut you, do the whole
hot wax bit without a murmur. But when I tried to do it to myself, you
stopped me. You should have seen your face, Heero. It' was a good thing
you were cuffed."
"Oh yeah. You'll take anything on, let me do just about anything, if you
think it's what I want, except to hurt myself."
"I love you."
"I know, baby, but that doesn't mean hurting yourself to please me."
"I'm confused, Duo. You don't hurt me. I knew you wouldn't cut me, and
the wax isn't that hot, but---"
"That's not what I'm talking about, Heero. You know I love Tro and Kat,
and you go along with whatever the rest of us do, but you never say stop."
"Neither do you," Heero told him, catching him by the hand and drawing
him back down to lie close beside him. Stroking Duo's hair, he went on,
"Sometimes I'm not sure what you want, or if you're just doing things
because you think other people-me, Trowa, Quatre-that you need to make
us happy somehow, even if you don't want it."
"What don't I want?" Duo asked, sounding genuinely surprised. "If you're
talking about the orgy, I told you then. No one but you fucks me. I was
OK with the rest."
"Yeah, of course! You don't think I'd just go along with watching you
fuck Tro or suck of Kat if I wasn't into it too, do you?"
"You don't sound OK. What about you? Are you mad about that night?"
"No. I was just worried about you. Dr. Batoosingh-"
"Ah, I knew it! What did he say to you today that set you off?"
"Just that you're still---"
"Still what? Crazy?" A dangerous edge was creeping into Duo's voice.
"No, just--fragile. Emotionally."
Duo snorted at that. "Fragile? Me? Yeah, right!"
"What if you lost me."
Duo went very still and didn't say anything for a long moment. "Oh."
"So I got worried that maybe you were just going along with the whole
Trowa and Kat thing because you thought I wanted it. I know that you weren't
as comfortable about sharing as they are. I don't want you feeling like
you have to do that. This afternoon-maybe it wasn't the best way of showing
it, but I just wanted-no, I needed to show you that you're all I need,
and the only one I can't live without."
"Oh. Well, I like the way you communicate, baby," Duo chuckled, hugging
him close. "But you do like them, too, don't you? It's OK. You know I
do, too. I guess things are a little-I dunno-blurry between us now?"
"Yes. It's all suddenly very complicated. Especially now that you and
I are both helping with the show, and living with them and--"
"And we've had sex with them."
Duo sighed. "So what do you want to do?"
"Marry you. Now. Tonight!"
Heero's heart seemed to stop in his chest before Duo looked up and kissed
"Yes, I still want to marry you, but no, not tonight. Not because we're
scared or confused. You weren't there to see how hurt Kat was when Wuffie
wouldn't come see them get hitched. Can you imagine what it would do to
him if we cut him out of our wedding?"
"Yes, of course. I wasn't thinking."
"So, maybe we need to talk to them, too, before we make any big decisions
that impact all of us. You do love them, right?"
"Yes, but not as much-"
Duo laughed and pressed a finger to Heero's lips. "You don't need to keep
adding that. I know. But we do love t hem and they love us and so we have
to be careful and we have to be clear so we don't hurt them. And that
means we have to know what you and I want and I don't think we can figure
that out right this minute. And I'm sorry if I ruined your birthday."
Heero blinked at him in surprise. "What are you talking about?"
"All this serious shit in the middle of what I wanted to be a romantic
"And a test," Heero reminded him.
"Oh yeah. Well, sorry about that, too."
"No need." Heero rolled on top of Duo and bit him on the neck to make
him yelp and squirm. "I like you tests. Did I pass?"
Duo wrapped his arms and legs around Heero. "With flying colors, baby!
So, should I hang onto that vibrator?"
"Definitely." Heero rolled again so that Duo was on top and stroked his
hands down his back to cup his buttocks. "Are you very sore?"
"No, baby, I'm built for sex. In fact-" He wiggled against Heero, rubbing
their erections together. "I think I'm ready for another go, birthday
boy. We got the room for the whole night, ya know!"
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