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[ ] = Duo's direct thought
Last Beautiful Girl
+ Part 6
For all it was one my most
fervent desires, I had a long-held, sneaking suspicion that any physical
contact with Heero Yuy promised to be pretty damn painful. I was right.
His mouth on mine was anything but gentle, his hands held me in a bruising
grip, and his tongue forced its way inside me with the bare minimum of
On the other hand, I had him right where I wanted for the first time in
six years. So I relaxed into his hold and set about teaching the Perfect
Soldier how to make love to Death.
Sliding my arms around him, I let my fingers trail random patterns the
length of his back... telling him without words that I liked where I was
and had no intention of going anywhere for the foreseeable future.
I opened my lips readily to his invasion, sliding my tongue along his...
turning the act from conquest to exploration. Rubbing sinuously against
him, I allowed our awakening erections to brush, surprising a low growl
His grip loosened; one of his hands curled around my hip while the other
slid into my braid and along my scalp, sending waves of sensation over
my sensitized skin. His tongue left mine to trace the full lines of my
mouth and then he bit down on my lower lip, a sharply erotic sting I felt
all through my body.
I'll say this for him: he's always been a quick study.
My hand moved without my express permission, sliding between his legs
to rub the impressive bulge that I'd only been able to sneak glances at,
previously. Once, during one of those school sojourns we'd shared, I'd
actually gotten a look at a naked, aroused Heero Yuy. Let me tell you,
that one brief sighting fueled my masturbation fantasies for months. Not
to be crude, but the man has a gorgeous cock.
And small, it is not.
When my fingers slipped between spandex and skin, he tore his mouth from
mine and groaned, pressing me into the wall nearest the door as I palmed
His body was pliant along mine, his mouth open against my neck as he panted.
I let myself enjoy the sensation... concentrated on the contrasting soft/hard
feel of his cock in my hand, the texture of ridges and veins. God knew
how long I'd be able to do this before he came to his senses.
I would hate myself for this later, I was almost certain. But I just couldn't
leave it alone. I had to *know*. Heero's regret and possible disgust weren't
worth a quick hand-job against a wall.
"Hee-man, look at me for a minute, 'kay?"
Warm lips nuzzled my throat and I couldn't help the moan that rose all
the way from my gut.
Lick. Nibble. Lick.
"Would you just look at me a sec? Please?!?"
His mouth left my collar-bone, where it seemed to be conducting a thorough
investigation of my skin, and then I was staring into eyes gone black
"What's wrong?" he whispered, leaning forward to kiss me again.
His cock was in my hand, his taste in my mouth and all I wanted was for
him to fuck me so hard and so well that I wouldn't be able to sit down
for a week.
"Why?" I heard myself ask, as my mind screamed, *shutupshutupshutupbaka!*
Warm, rough hands cupped my face. Those depthless eyes searched mine.
"You told me to do something *I* wanted."
"Yeah...?" I drew the single syllable out.
"Well, that's what I'm doing. I can't think of anything I want more than
you. I always have, you know."
Nope, didn't know that. But I was starting to get a clue.
He pulled me away from the wall and shoved me towards the bed, but I held
"My room. Lube."
His pupils swallowed the rest of the blue, leaving only thin rims around
oceans of lust. As he grabbed my wrist and dragged me out the door behind
him, my body and brain did a short tug-of-war with my common sense. Guess
When Heero decides on a course of action, patience generally has no part
of the equation. By the time we reached my room, my shirt had been ripped
off, -- literally... he can bend steel for chrissakes -- my jeans were open
and my hair and his hands were all over the place. 'The place' being me.
Smacking the wandering fingers away, I sank to my knees in front of him,
taking spandex with me as I went. Oh, yes. Oh *fuck* yes. Leaning forward,
I rubbed my face against silky skin and rock-hard penis before running
my tongue up the most prominent vein to the sweet-spot beneath the crown.
I flicked it just to watch that perfect erection jump. Then I opened my
throat and took my best friend all the way in.
There's just something about having a cock in my mouth... don't ask me
what, all I know is that it feels and tastes and smells like heaven. The
first time I ever sucked dick ruined me for women for all eternity. Why
the hell would I want pussy when I could have *this*?
Heero groaned as I swallowed around him, his hands threading through my
loosened hair and tightening on my skull. I let him slide out then took
him back in again. And again. And again.
"Duo... Duo you have to stop. I'm gonna-,"
I pulled away, sucking as I went, letting him go with a pop. Sitting back
on my heels, naked as the day I was born, I grinned up at him like a loon.
"What can I say...? I give good head."
Jerking me to my feet, he kissed me hard, bruising my lips.
"That's not all you're going to give me," he grated.
I momentarily evaded his grasp, rummaging through my bedside-table drawer
and making sure Heero had an excellent view of my bare ass as I bent over.
"Here we go," I flipped the tube at him and flopped down on the bed, splaying
my legs and arms wide. "You done this before?"
He was watching my movements like a hawk, the lube dangling from one hand.
"Not with another man, but yes... I have."
"Then get over here and get me ready."
Kicking his shorts the rest of the way off, he prowled to the bed and
proceeded to crawl up me like some oversized cat. Maybe a panther. Mesmerized,
I watched the play of muscle under golden skin and felt myself get even
"Fuck, Heero... you should come with a damn warning label."
"I do." His hands smoothed down my torso, fingers tracing the ridges of
my stomach. "'Contents under pressure. Handle with caution.' J slapped
it on me before I left L1."
"Did-," I gasped as fingers dipped into the pre-come coating the head
of my cock and smeared it down the shaft. "Did you just make a joke, Hee-man?
"Shut up, Maxwell," my lover growled, then followed up with a kiss that
made sure I did as he told me.
Slick fingers circled my hole... just touching, not giving me the pressure
I needed, and I whimpered.
"Patience," Heero breathed in my ear, and I could do nothing but acquiesce.
His finger breached my tightly-closed entrance... slid inward.
[Oh. Oh, shit that's good.]
Another digit joined the first on the down-stroke, twisting and pushing...
spreading me wide. My internal muscles convulsed around his fingers and
I felt empty -- so fucking empty.
"Not enough," I panted, riding the cork-screw thrusts inside me.
It happened all at once: another finger joined the ones already shoved
up me at the same time Heero bent down, sucking my cock into his mouth.
The extra pressure on my prostate and the suddenness of the wet heat engulfing
my prick propelled me into freefall.
I think I screamed. My throat sure felt like I had. I lay there in a satisfied
daze as Heero licked me clean before retrieving the lube. Watching him
slick his erection was pushing all my happy buttons and by the time his
cock-head was nudging my stretched hole, my lower regions were wide-awake
and getting impatient.
"Go -- unh -- faster!"
He eased into me a little at a time, letting my gripping muscles pull
him inside at their own pace. I tried to push upwards, to take more, but
he held me in place easily, his superior strength at once an incredible
turn-on and an annoyance.
"No. Won't hurt you."
When he was most of the way inside, he abruptly sat up, pulling me with
him onto his spread thighs. His cock slid home in a rush and I froze:
head thrown back, impaled and full. The crown rubbed me in exactly the
right place and I ground down on him, trying to increase the sensation.
"Open your eyes."
One hand cupped my chin and I looked down into blue-black pools, sure
I was going to drown there.
"Ride me, Duo."
I did. My hands gripped his shoulders... his locked onto my hips. I moved
over him, feeling the pressure of that heavy cock as it slid inside me,
the friction against my walls exquisite agony.
Rising and falling, only to do it all over again.
Heero shoved up into me in short, brutal jerks, slamming into my gland,
and my vision blurred around the edges. Guttural groans and hoarse panting
were all I could hear as we pushed each other faster, harder... reaching
"Gonna come. Heero, gonna come, can't stop-,"
His hiss of satisfaction filled my ears and one hand wrapped around my
weeping cock as the other drew my face to his. His mouth fastened on mine,
his fingers pulled rhythmically on my jerking prick, and he yanked me
down hard to meet the upward thrust of his hips.
This time I could feel the yell as it poured from me along with my come,
echoing through the room while my semen spattered both of us in white
jets. My ass clamped down on him and I felt him swell inside me... then
burst, liquid heat pouring into me. He bit down on my shoulder, muffling
his own shout, and the sharp pain wrung another pulse from my over-worked
We stayed like that for a long time, slumped against each other, too tired
to move. Then I felt Heero shift, his softened shaft slipping easily from
my body as he lifted me from his lap and onto the bed. He cleaned us both
up and pulled the covers over my shoulders before climbing in beside me.
"Gonna talk about this... later," I mumbled as he curled himself around
That familiar grunt followed me down into nothingness. I slept.
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