to Steal A Cherry
Or Why Prankster Duo Can't Find His Cherry
Prankster Duo, or P. Duo as
the other Duos had taken to calling him. Often had a hard time of it.
Everyone always assumed he was the one who'd played any practical joke
in the place, even if he hadn't. He was deeply misunderstood; at least
that's what he'd say in his defense.
This time it was no different, waking up to what felt like an entire brass
band and its mother wandering through his head with garbage-can lids and
flashlights. After a little while, he realized it was actually just a
hangover, though he still felt that it was unfair, and that most of all,
that somehow he'd been misunderstood. What a mean joke to play on someone,
he thought, ignoring the fact that he'd played much meaner jokes.
A few minutes of nausea passed, time in which he took a serious internal
look, noting that his head had finally stopped spinning a little. But
only a little. After another minute went by on roller skates, he carefully
cracked open an eye, determined to slam it shut if anything at all appeared
in it. What the one open eye saw, was some eyelashes and something dark.
Carefully he opened the eye further, and the eyelashes went away. He sighed
with relief, and tried to figure out what the dark stuff was.
"Oh yeah, it's night I bet." He mumbled after a few more minutes.
"And you're in my bed." A voice said next to his ear.
Any other time of day, and P. Duo would have argued this point. After
all, any bed that didn't actually have written on it whose bed it was,
was up for grabs. Right? So, he didn't remember seeing a name, for that
matter, he didn't have a clue where he was.
Recognize the voice, if he could do that, it might answer one of those
questions. He concentrated, squinting shut his one open eye. Nasal tone,
kinda pissed off, sexy too, in a weird way. Maybe it was Thief Duo? Sometimes
he tried to steal blankets... but, no that hadn't been his voice... Maybe
Ohhh, Heero. "Heero!" P. Duo took the time to leap out of the bed, falling
flat on his face before rising with a little groan on his lips. "Ouch?"
"What are you, Canon Heero?"
P. Duo nodded miserably, and then stopped as he swore he heard something
rattle when he did it. "Jus' trying to help Trowa." Something passed through
his mind, picking up some stray thoughts. "What are you doing in my bed?"
"What?" Heero bent down, helping the bedraggled, braided clone back onto
"My bed, what are you doing in my bed?" P. Duo managed to give a very
significant look, despite the hair that got caught in his mouth. Damn
braid, if only the other Duos would let him cut it off, just once.
"This isn't your bed, it's mine, you passed out in it." Heero sighed,
wandering back over to his computer and sitting down, idly he eyed the
remaining cherries left in the bowl. Then he glanced at the little pile
of neatly knotted stems sitting beside it. Let's see... he pondered, perhaps
a granny knot with a double half hitch? Or had he done one of those?
Heero turned to find a pair of dull violet eyes peering at him from over
his shoulder. He winced a bit in sympathy; P. Duo looked like death warmed
over. "Cherry stems, I`m running out of knots to tie, you never did say
what kind you wanted."
A moment of silence took hold, clinging for all it was worth. P. Duo stared
in utter ...well, utter something, he wasn't really sure what just yet.
"I think I'm impressed." He mumbled.
"I didn't know that was a knot, how do you tie one of those?"
P. Duo had a sudden nasty suspicion, he looked at Heero to make sure.
It was funny that, only one Heero and all of the Duos, he was surprised
he was actually alone with the boy. But that was beside the point, the
point was umm...
His mouth fell open a little as he watched with rapt amazement while Heero
deftly managed to tie something that looked suspiciously like a balloon
animal - a dog, with his tongue... Now that was impressive.
"How about this?" Heero asked, expertly hiding the twinkle in his eyes.
He held out the little cherry stem, dog balloon, animal thing...
What had he been mumbling earlier? Something about naughty things that
could be done with someone who could tie a stem into a knot... "Whoa!
Will you look at the time! I think my bed is calling me!" P. Duo made
a leap for the bed, falling face forward onto it and covering his head
with the sheet. Shit. He'd heard about Heero, but never really had bothered
to pay attention to the other Duos gossip. After all, the guy couldn't
be that amazing. Though Sex Kitten Duo did rave about him, of course
Sex Kitten Duo raved about everyone. But even Thief Duo and Mechanic Duo
had said some things... good things. He sat up, twisting the sheet around
Like the fact that, Heero was the only Heero, he just had mood swings.
And that he also had had every Duo, except -and P. Duo shivered a little
at the thought- him. Which meant, that he was actually also Cherry Duo,
and everyone knew what happened to the cherry...
He glanced at the almost empty bowl of them, and in turn at the small
pile of deftly tied cherry stems. For a minute, he was almost sure that
this was supposed to be a metaphor for something, but he managed to shrug
off the feeling.
"Um, I hope you don't mind my asking, but which Duo are you?"
Saved! If Heero didn't know which one he was, then he wouldn't try to
steal his cherry. So which one could he be? Hmm, not Slutty Duo, that
was for sure, maybe Shy Duo? Or perhaps Teenage Klutz Duo... Aha! "Sensitive
Duo." He said, and tried to remember how that Duo behaved. He bowed his
head, looking up through his eyelashes. That was it, perfect.
"Ohh, then why were you trying to get Trowa drunk?" Heero was giving a
penetrating stare, which of course brought P. Duo's mind back over to
that patch of the cornfield again.
And how would Sensitive Duo answer that one? Oh hell, he knew better,
S. Duo wouldn't have even tried that route. Ok, he would admit he'd lied,
"I'm really uhh..." he trailed off, not Horny Duo, maybe Djinn Duo. Naa,
It was around that time when he realized Heero didn't appear to care which
Duo he was, because a pair of hands were busily removing his clothes.
"You must be Cute Duo."
Or, About to be Banged Through the Mattress Duo. "Oh no, he has a much
better sense of humor." P. Duo tried lamely. So far, Heero wasn't that
bad, P. Duo tilted his head as a few soft kisses lingered on his neck.
Not bad at all. He felt his shirt slide from his shoulders with a soft
sighing sound, nimble fingers already unbuttoning his pants. Nothing to
be nervous about. A finger slid down his stomach and under his underwear,
the hand attached to it following, both reaching around his steadily growing
Ok, so maybe there were a few things to be nervous about. Despite himself,
P. Duo giggled. And the hand stopped. Uh oh... Oh crud, he hadn't been
able to help it, it'd tickled. Well it'd felt really good too, too good.
"So, you never answered, which Duo are you?"
Right about now he felt like Horny Duo, or maybe "Oh!"
"Oh Duo? I don't think I know that one." Heero mumbled against his neck,
teeth nipping lightly towards his collarbone. Heero was almost positive
it was Prankster Duo, he'd gotten pretty good at telling them all apart
by now. But for the life of him, he couldn't think why Prankster Duo was
so nervous, surely they'd ... or maybe they hadn't. Silently Heero began
counting off Duos in his head. After the first twenty or so he realized,
he never had actually had sex with P. Duo. Which also meant, P. Duo was
Heero tried to hide his grin. There was nothing quite like a first time.
He went about his task with a little more vigor, easing Prankster Duo
back while at the same time delving his hand further inside the tight
black pants. He was delighted with the throaty little moan he received
this time, instead of a giggle.
It was funny how once you got a Duo into a certain position, and into
a certain mood, they all became similar. Oh sure, there were still a few
differences, but some things about them never changed. Like, and Heero
spent some time nibbling his way along the smooth line of jaw and neck,
that spot right there. Prankster Duo writhed, hands gripping at Heero's
shoulders, body arching upwards. That spot got them going every time.
Though, Sex Kitten Duo usually managed to always keep the upper hand,
even when he was on bottom. But then just as they were all the same, they
were all different too.
Heero decided to step it up a notch, slithering down the bed and removing
P. Duo's pants as he went. He reached the feet and admired just how cute
they were; giving one of them a kiss before a pant leg covered it briefly.
Glancing back up along the length of naked body stretched out in front
of him, he offered up a few prayers of thanksgiving, to who ever had managed
to split Duo into all these separate identities.
There had been a time when Duo had been all one person, each one of these
personalities part of a whole. And then one day, Heero had come home to
find... well, to find a lot more than one.
Occasionally he himself would feel strange tugs, and he knew that the
different Heeros inside of him wanted to divide too, but so far, he'd
succeeded in keeping them all together. Though they did give him some
very strange mood swings. Especially Djinni Heero, he always wanted to
use his magic to grow larger. Well, maybe some day he'd let them out,
but for now, he enjoyed getting to bed all the separate personalities.
Prankster Duo had that oh-so familiar glazed look in his eyes, countless
Duos before him having had it whenever Heero got a hold of them. It disappeared
behind closed eyelids, as Heero crawled upward a little more, resting
his chin on a smooth thigh, breath sliding out over naked skin.
A shiver of anticipation seemed to pass between them both, like a ball
being thrown back and forth. Prankster Duo sighed, head rolling back as
his legs spread apart as if by magic. Heero was good with his mouth,
amazingly so. A cherry stem didn't stand a chance, and he wasn't holding
up much better. Heero was like a vacuum cleaner with clout, sucking and
sucking, tongue dancing and swiveling like the best of erotic dancers.
It was doing the most fantastic things, one minute lapping at him like
a lollipop, the next minute swallowing him whole. He tried to lift his
head to watch, but one glimpse of that chaotic head of hair bobbing over
his lap, and his eyes rolled back along with his head, collapsing onto
the pillow in defeat. All he could manage was to bury his fingers in that
hair, and grip lightly as Heero showed off his skills.
Heero was in fact very skilled, he also happened to own a large supply
of lubricants due to the sheer amount of traffic his bedroom received.
He reached between the mattresses, sliding out the much-used tube found
there. It was almost empty; he'd have to remember to replace it soon.
While he managed to lube a few fingers one handed, he also savored the
flavor or Prankster Duo, pondering the many little differences in each.
This one tasted like a sugar rush that pulled practical jokes, if such
a thing existed. Sweet and bitter, full of pepper and honey, a delightful
mixing of hyperactive boy and untouched virgin, all rolled into the body
of sex god. Yum thought Heero, humming the syllables of that word and
thoroughly enjoying the reaction.
Hips bucked up, the hands tightening in his hair, a low moan filling his
ears. That was usually the signal. He gave Prankster Duo's shaft another
long lick, smiling at the reaction the entrance of a lubed finger had
on this play. Five seconds later P. Duo half-sobbed half-screamed as Heero
unerringly sought out his prostate. Luckily, it was always in the same
place on each Duo.
A curve of his fingertip and "Aaaaahhh..." Duo's legs went limp, hands
thrown upward to collapse beside his head.
That was the spot all right. Heero couldn't help but grin, he'd gotten
particularly good at this in the past few months. Of course, when six
Duos manage to get you alone in a locked bedroom for any amount of time,
you're bound to learn a few things. It hadn't helped that they'd been
the lustiest and most hentai of the lot. Heero still got the shivers just
thinking about it.
He nudged a little more with his finger, teasing his tongue along the
length and breadth of P. Duo's arousal. He knew the poor Duo couldn't
last much longer under the assault, and was determined to stop. But he
found he just couldn't.
So he decided to make quick work of it instead, imparting one last, long
and lusty suck, which also happened to draw the orgasm right out of his
`victim'. He swallowed a few times, interesting, bit different flavor
from the rest of it, perhaps because it was a larger amount. A satisfied
groan answered from where P. Duo was hiding his face in the pillow, followed
by the muttered word, "wow."
Wow indeed, but Heero wasn't done yet. He was merely taking a breather.
He smiled, nuzzling the soft-skinned abdomen and slithering upward for
a kiss. A pair of violet eyes opened, looking at him with no small amount
of lust and confusion. "That's it? That wasn't so bad." Prankster Duo
was quite happy actually, he thought there was supposed to be more, but
this was just fine.
"There's more." Heero said with a grin, standing up in order to remove
his own clothes, which in the mad rush to seduce, had been completely
"Uh oh, more?" P. Duo shivered, there couldn't possibly be too much more,
that had been a lot, well, in a manner of speaking.
"Yup, a lot more."
"Oh no, none of that."
"Uhh..." P. Duo lost his train of thought, ok, so there was more, he could
take it! Bring it on! He whimpered as Heero ran a hand down his stomach,
ok, maybe he couldn't take it.
The other Duos talked a lot about Heero, but in all this time, Prankster
Duo had never really paid attention. So, unlike fully three-quarters of
the Duos in the house, he hadn't a clue what was supposed to come next.
Though, he was almost positive it would be Heero.
This last thought was confirmed, as he happened to glance up, and noticed
that Heero was naked, his eyes trailed lower, and froze.
Wait a minute, hadn't the other Duos mentioned something about this? P.
Duo tried to recall the memory, but nothing came to him. Though Heero
did walk a bit closer.
Heero was actually trying to figure this particular Duo out; usually he
liked to try to be the perfect Heero for each Duo, so that they'd be happy.
The body posture said horny, the eyes said scared, he went back to looking
at the body posture, it still said horny. Heero, The maestro of Duos,
decided this called for Duo on top. And gently sat on the edge of the
bed, before reaching over and bodily dragging Prankster Duo onto his lap.
Prankster Duo considered struggling for about two seconds, but by the
time that thought had processed, Heero had already found that spot on
his neck again, and was busily turning him into a puddle of Duo-goo. Unconsciously
his fingers wormed their way back into Heero's hair, tugging softly at
He barely noticed when they moved backwards on the bed, sliding more toward
the middle and less towards the edge of it. His feet dangled off it slightly,
toes wiggling as Heero nibbled at his shoulder. That felt really nice,
better than pulling off a joke, well, almost. But what was that digging
into his stomach? He glanced down, nearly falling off the bed when he
realized it was the rather large instrument with which Heero was about
to... about to... well, put to use. He whimpered again. This was scary
stuff, the Duos had never mentioned this, or maybe they had and he'd been
too busy thinking up a scheme.
Either way, there was no way that he'd... he was distracted as Heero's
mouth found another sensitive spot on his neck. Who knew there were so
many of them?
He was just coming down from the high that Heero's lips had sent him on,
when those lips found a new target, his own. A small gasp escaped him
right before his mouth was taken up in a breath-stealing kiss. The word
`wow' ran through his mind again, buck naked and screaming at the top
of its lungs. He forgot about the whole straddling Heero thing, and instead
concentrated on giving as good as he got. Opening his mouth a little wider
and bringing his tongue into play. Finding that Heero's mouth was a positive
wellspring of flavors and sensations.
There was a bit of sweetness over here, a smidgen of sour in that corner,
this bit tasted like... like... cherries... P. Duo briefly came crashing
back down as he realized he was slowly being lowered onto a rather hard
object, an object that was located on Heero for that matter. An object
that... never mind, it felt pretty good, now what was this flavor? Tasted
kind of like...
He became distracted by the growing sensation of being filled, and spent
a minute acknowledging this new sensation. It didn't hurt nearly as much
as he thought it would, in fact, it felt, interesting... new, different,
but good. He decided he liked it after a few more moments, and bounced
a bit, wondering how the feeling would change if he moved. He didn't even
register the loud moan he let out when he did.
Though Heero did, and moved his hands into a better position in order
to hold on for dear life, as P. Duo started riding him as if he were in
the rodeo. It always amazed Heero, the variety of ways the Duos took their
first time. Some cried in ecstasy, some howled with glee, some of them
screamed at the top of their lungs, one had even yodeled, but he was pretty
sure that was just as a joke. Well, almost sure, you could never really
tell with a Duo.
Sometimes, they writhed, sometimes they rolled, a few like to bite, some
kissed, and one of them even liked to cry (Angst Duo). This one it seemed,
like to ride. For as Heero finally got a decent grip on a pair of slim
hips, P. Duo gave a triumphant little shout. Pushing Heero firmly backwards
into a lying position, and pretty much pummeling him into the bed via
their lovely connection of body and soul. With an added squeeze of nimble
fingers to a nipple, and a sloppy kiss on top.
Heero was thrilled.
Prankster Duo was a very satisfied customer, finally realizing that he'd
been afraid for no real reason. He had thought, that something about this
whole process would hurt, or maybe just be plain weird. But so far, he'd
had nothing but fun, and now it seemed only to get better. Heero was like
some fabulous orgasm machine, programmed to please. And P. Duo was determined
to get his money's worth. He let out a little howl and rose up onto his
knees, slamming down and laughing. He was actually having a little too
much fun, but what possible price could there be to pay?
Apparently there were none, because at that very moment Heero slipped
a hand around Prankster Duo's erection and gave it a few slippery jerks.
This had the delightful effect of a scream, a loud groan, and several
quick tightenings around Heero's somewhat taxed manhood. Followed by a
few curse words, a muffled scream this time, and an outrageous amount
Prankster Duo also fainted.
But what can be said about that, Heero was after all, The Heero.
A short time later, Heero slowly stirred. That had definitely been one
of the enjoyable ones. Admittedly, Suicidal Duo hadn't been nearly as
much fun, it was that whole talking him down from the ledge thing... and
the pill taking, wrist slashing... oh that night had seemed endless, and
not in a good way. He rolled over, only then noticing that there wasn't
a Duo to be found.
Heero sighed a bit; it looked like he'd have to go sleep with them this
night. He was too much of a post-coital snuggler to be alone after such
great sex. He nuzzled the pillow, lazily dragging the sheet around his
waist and wandering out his doorway and down the hall. The soft sound
of snoring guided him to a room only occupied by a few dozen Duos, most
of them already in their strange little piles.
The piles had always fascinated Heero. He'd noticed the first night he'd
come home to so many Duos; it was how they liked to sleep. Usually about
four or five of them would collapse on whatever surface was available,
snuggle up together like a heap of kittens, and fall asleep. The result
being about five or six piles to a room, and an unending supply of Duo/kitten
piles to sleep with.
Heero eyed the five piles that occupied what he was barely able to recognize
as the spare bedroom. One particularly cute pile contained two naked Duo's,
one with pajamas, and two in boxers, one with a shirt and one without.
One of the Duos in that pile had just opened his eyes. Blinking at Heero
and then quickly pretending to sleep once more.
"Prankster?" Heero whispered, feeling a bit odd amongst all the sleepers.
It was silent except for the soft snoring, and then a whispered, "what?"
"Can I sleep with you?"
"Didn't you just do that?"
Heero fidgeted, feeling a little weird, but determined to get his after
sex snuggles. "Yes, but I want more."
Thirty pairs of eyes opened (that's sixty eyes total by the way). Thirty
Duos with thirty braids shed various expressions on Heero, ranging from
anger, to boredom, from horny to sleepy. One of them yawned.
"Oi," Canon Duo said, "what's the racket?"
"I can't believe you would sleep with someone else!" Faithful Duo screamed,
storming out of the room to find Comforting Duo.
"I want nooky!" Horny Duo exclaimed, latching onto one of Heero's legs
and nibbling at a kneecap.
"I thought I rigged the lights to go on when there was any noise level
exceeding..." but nobody was listening to Mechanic Duo, so the rest of
that sentence went unheard.
Finally, Leader Duo raised his voice; he was usually known to be the one
to break things up. "Heero go snuggle with Prankster Duo, the rest of
you, shut up and go back to bed!"
Quiet settled on the room at last, though a few Duo voices could be heard
from the other rooms of the house. Heero sighed happily, settling down
into a pile of Duos and wrapping his arms around two or three of them.
One kissed his neck happily.
A pair of amethyst eyes opened in the darkness, "what do you mean 'more'?"
Prankster Duo whispered.
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