see ch. 1 for warnings, notes, disclaimer
Warriors + Chapter 32
During the war Duo had been able to tell himself what time to wake up.
He still could, which was why for once he was awake before Heero. The
clock on the nightstand told him it was six, but it was still dark. The
shifts in Earth daylight hours were tricky things, and depended on where
on this ball of dirt you happened to be at any given time of year. The
autumn days had shortened noticeably just in the time they'd been on the
That was OK, though. What he wanted didn't need any light. Wrapped around
Heero, he could tell by the gentle rise and fall of the chest under his
cheek that Heero was still deep in dreamland. Duo ran his hand lightly
across Heero's bare chest, loving the feel of the ribs and muscle under
that smooth, silken skin. He wouldn't have minded some chest hair, but
he didn't need it, either. No, his boyfriend was smooth and silky all
the way down to that neat little patch of darkest hair around the base
of his cock. Duo ran his fingers lightly through those curls, then brought
his fingers up to his nose and inhaled the rich male musk that was Heero's
own natural signature scent. Turning his head a little, he did the same
with the downy tuft of hair in Heero's armpit. Musk and spice and the
ocean tang of sweat.
Duo's cock was up and ready; Heero's still lay plump and limp against
Duo's thigh where it lay over Heero's. Lucky for him Heero had turned
out to be OK with snuggling. Try as he might to stay on his side of any
bed, Duo always ended up wrapped around him like a clinging vine. He inhaled
appreciatively again. He'd shared his soaps and shampoos and deodorants
with him in Madrid, but Heero had come up with some odd theory about how
they shouldn't smell like each other. Anyone who knew anything about colognes
and perfumes could have told him that no scent smelled quite the same
on different people. It had something to do with body chemistry, apparently.
But Heero had his own ideas and had bought himself some new toiletries.
Now his hair smelled like herbs and his armpits smelled like spice, but
that was just fine. Underneath it all, he smelled like himself and that
was pure pheromones to Duo.
Heero stirred slightly as Duo slipped down in the bed and took that soft,
warm cock in his mouth, gently sucking and licking. He loved this, too,
the rare treat of making Heero hard with his mouth. Usually the job was
done long before he ever made contact. Heero was such a clean freak, he
tasted good even first thing in the morning, just a little saltier and
a lot muskier than right after a bath. Bathing was over rated.
Heero was coming around now. He sighed as Duo's mouth worked, then rumbled
deep in his chest. "Mmmmmmmm! Nice. Sleepy . . ."
"Sleep, baby. I'm just playing with you."
Of course Heero would do no such thing. But he stayed still and relaxed,
not moving at all at first except to rest his hand lightly on the back
of Duo's head. His cock swelled and lengthened against Duo's tongue and
he shifted his head a little to accommodate its size. Wonderful size!
he amended, swirling the flat of his tongue against the underside of it,
enjoying the press of the engorged head against his palate. He shifted
a little more and deep throated him.
Still half asleep, Heero curled his fingers in Duo's hair. "Yeah, so gooooood!
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," Duo echoed, letting him feel the vibration in his throat
through his cock.
Duo hummed some more, but kept it gentle and playful, letting Heero float
on this early morning pleasuring. He hadn't done this before. This early
morning wake up was one of Quatre's specialties, he happened to know,
and from the noises he'd heard coming out of their bedroom, Trowa really
appreciated this kind of attention.
So did Heero. The fingers in Duo's hair flexed slowly and those hips were
rising and falling now, working his erection between Duo's lips, seeking
out more attention from his tongue.
"Ahhhhh Duo! Love you. Love that--! What you're doing . . .So good. Sooooo
. . ."
Duo stroked a hand up Heero's thigh to his balls. Heero moaned softly
and spread his legs, inviting further caresses. Duo smiled around his
mouthful of cock, knowing what that signal meant. He cupped and caressed
the heavy, hot sac for a while, then ran his fingers down the crease between
thigh and ass. Heero shivered and Duo kept it up for a few more minutes,
until Heero moaned again and pulled the leg Duo wasn't draped across back
and up, bending his knee and moving his foot out to give Duo maximum access.
Another advantage of Heero's obsessive personal cleanliness was that Duo
didn't mind rimming him in the morning. Another first, another thing Duo
had never done for anyone else, ever. With a final long lick, he moved
his mouth down to Heero's exposed cleft and took over with his hand on
his dick. As many people had observed-- more people than Duo really cared
to admit to now-- he was phenomenally good at doing two things at once.
He stroked the erection slowly but steadily, working his loose fist up
and down, making sure he brushed the sensitive underside of the head each
time. Meanwhile his tongue was busy tickling way at that tight, puckered
little button below and Heero was already vibrating under him.
Duo had every intention of making Heero come just like this, but suddenly
the hand in his hair tightened, gently (for Heero anyway) tugging his
head up and making his body follow until Duo was lying between his legs.
Dawn was happening outside. There was just enough light for Duo to see
how incredibly, fuckably beautiful Heero looked as he gazed up at him
under half open lids and whispered, "Want you in me."
That hadn't been part of the plan, but who was Duo Maxwell to argue with
such a nice invitation? Reaching under his pillow, he found the lube and
coated his fingers. Then, kneeling between those long, loosely splayed
thighs, he worked one finger, then two and three into that tight passage.
Heero was still totally relaxed, probably using some secret super training
method to stay that way, which made Duo's job all that much easier. He'd
only been on top three times before, and Heero was still virgin tight,
but he took this kind of treatment well and really got off on it when
he was in the right mood.
Which he sure as hell was now, as he reached down and pulled Duo's hand
away, then used that same hand and arm to pull Duo back into position
between his legs.
"OK, OK! I copy." Duo whispered, and slipped his hands under Heero's knees,
pulling them over his shoulders. Prepped and relaxed and willing as Heero
was, Duo's cock slid in effortlessly, all the way in and he gasped. Every
time he was in Heero it felt like the first time on so many good and wonderful
levels. And every time it was different. Heero had never been so still
under him as he was right now, but it wasn't passive or boring, just receptive.
"Slow and easy," Heero whispered, eyes still closed, head thrown back
against the pillow. Duo wanted to kiss him, but Heero had a "no kissing
after rimming" rule, too, so instead he ran his hands down those smooth,
hard thighs and up that hard, rippling belly to tease Heero's nipples.
Oh yeah, he liked that! Just like the way he liked how Duo's cock knew
how to home in on that supersensitive little prostate of his as he rocked
in and out, in and out.
Heero gasped, but his eyes stayed shut as he caught Duo's left hand and
brought it to his mouth, then sucked all four fingers at once.
Duo groaned as the wet velvet caress of Heero's tongue telegraphed straight
to his cock. 'Slow and easy' wasn't so easy to maintain as his brain caught
fire. 'Fuck Heero into the mattress' seemed like a better idea, but he
stayed in control and felt the sensations intensify. Who knew restraint
could be so hot? But it was. Heero had taught him that, or at least they'd
discovered it together. Heero had done this slow and easy to him once
for nearly an hour, until Duo was a quivering, moaning, cum-covered mess
under him. Not the best sort of memory for self-restraint, but a hot one.
Duo was starting to shake and quiver, too, as the rolling thunder of a
major orgasm started to build just behind his balls.
Heero knew exactly what was going on. Taking Duo's wet fingers out of
his mouth, he moved them down to his rock hard erection and wrapped them
around himself, covering Duo's hand with his own and stroking.
At this point it became highly debatable who was "top" and who was "bottom".
Terms like that seemed pretty damn silly these days. It didn't matter
who was putting what where, not one bit. It was always the two of them
doing each other, fully and lovingly and so damn well Duo felt like a
virgin again himself, feeling things for the first time.
Right now he was feeling Heero's tight, smooth, slicked inner passage
flexing around his cock, and with that, the mind blowingly hot experience
of Heero's cock in his hand, and Heero's big strong hand locked over his,
controlling the speed and pressure and grip . . . .
He heard Heero's breathing change to short, hard pants, felt the quiver
and thrust of the pelvis underneath him, felt the first hot spurt over
his fingers and he was gone, anchored deep in Heero's strength and heat
and tightness even as he felt that bright, dizzying sensation he called
"flying". If orgasms had a color this one was a rainbow and it was Duo
the so-called seducer doing the screaming and bucking now, eyes squeezed
shut in ecstasy as he came forever.
Almost forever. Then he was collapsing down against a hard, hot chest,
and another heart was hammering against his and strong arms were locked
around him, rolling him onto his side to curl up against his lover, as
cradled and sheltered as if he was the one who'd just gotten so thoroughly
and passionately fucked.
Heero' breath was harsh against his forehead, then Duo heard a single,
wondering, "Wow!" and Duo knew he was buzzing and tingling and jangling
all over, too, just like Duo was. Happy as he was with all this, falling
back to sleep was not part of his plan. Lucky for him, Heero was out like
a light again, if he'd ever actually woken up fully at all. Duo waited
until the labored breathing evened out and quieted, then snuck out of
bed and the bedroom as stealthily as only he could, carrying his clothes
It was time for Phase Two.
A dark curving line in the damp sand caught Duo's eye and he pounced happily,
carefully digging out the razor clam shell and laying it in his collection
basket. It was whole and unbroken, both halves still joined by the dried
hinge membrane. That should do it.
He'd gleaned quite a collection over the past few weeks: quahogs, blue
mussel, pocket limpets and Chinaman's hats, whelks and stripped periwinkles
of all different sizes, scallop shells, a few rare sand dollars, round,
beaded shells of sea urchins, and lots and lots of moon shells. Duo especially
liked those; they looked like the silver shell on one of the bracelets
Heero had given him. He wore that and the Shiva's Eye necklace most of
the time now.
Most days Heero liked to help him hunt and clean them. Half the front
porch floor was covered in shells, laid out by type on sheets of newspaper.
As far as Heero knew, Duo just liked to collect nature junk: shells, interesting
stones, nutshells. Heero didn't know about the secret project hidden in
a box in the closet of the studio. At least Duo didn't think he did. At
the moment, his lover was still asleep in their tangled sheets, the victim
of Duo's dawn sex raid. Duo grinned to himself as he picked up and discarded
a broken mussel shell; hey, sometimes a guy just had to have it, right?
And man oh man, did Heero love to give it!
Duo was pretty sure Heero didn't realize that waking up with Duo's lips
around his cock was his first present of the day. Heero didn't even know
yet that this was a special day. That was OK. It was supposed to be a
surprise, the way their first official date had been a surprise for him.
For once, Duo had been glad a few photographers caught up with them at
dinner and over at Ma Rainey's that night, since he'd had no camera himself.
The club had taken pictures, too, and Duo had bought prints of all of
them, with copies for Tro and Kat. He'd also tracked down the guy who'd
caught them kissing in Madrid. Most of these pictures were carefully mounted
in a large red scrapbook Heero insisted on buying during a day trip to
Martha's Vineyard. He'd bought a camera, too, and they'd already filled
eight pages with snapshots of each other. That sort of thing seemed really
important to Heero, preserving memories in photographs and sketches. Duo
understood; he was making up time for the first lost seventeen years of
his life. Duo did the same thing with his collections, and with dates.
They both had a birthday now, one chosen by them to be remembered and
celebrated. They ignored the bogus dates on the fake IDs forged for them
during Operation Meteor. With their usual warped humor, the old fucks
who'd trained them had chosen January first for Heero, February second
for Duo, March third for Trowa. Quatre knew his real birthday, of course.
It was September 26, but his war records said April fourth. Wufei must
have known his birth date, too, but the subject had never come up and
May fifth was still the date given on his Preventer ID.
But from now on and forever, as Duo had made known by email to all their
friends, his official birthday was September nineteenth, because that
was the day Heero had given him the necklace and said "Happy Birthday"
to him for the first time. He'd suggested that Heero choose the day he'd
given him the jacket in Madrid for his, but after some consideration Heero
had chosen January eighth instead. Duo didn't see the significance, until
Heero pointed out that that was the date when he and Duo had first met
on that pier, fighting over Relena. The fact that Duo had shot him didn't
seem to matter, so long as he promised not to make a tradition of it.
So, they had birthdays and a photo album together, and some good shared
memories to balance off the bad ones. They had shared a bed, and lots
of sex, but they also knew each other's favorite foods and where the other
one was most ticklish and what little every day habits annoyed the other
guy. Duo got antsy if Heero locked himself away in the computer for more
than a couple of hours at a time. Heero insisted hair be cleaned from
the tub drain in a daily basis. Duo would keep the radio or television
on 24/7 if it was up to him; Heero liked some quiet times. During work
outs Duo lost track of his reps if he didn't count out loud. Heero got
distracted and lost track of his own when Duo did. Heero hadn't laughed
or minded or even pointed out the wasted expense when Duo confessed he
needed the bathroom or hallway light left on at night, though after a
while, Duo found he didn't need it after all, most nights, as long as
Heero was there to wrap himself around. Little things like that needed
to be worked out but weren't worth fighting over. They didn't fight.
As of today, they would have another date on the calendar to remember
as their own. Just like normal people.
Back at the house, he left the collecting basket on the porch and went
inside with the razor clam shell. He paused at the bottom of the stairs;
no sound of footsteps or water running. Nothing from the kitchen or workout
room either, and no smell of coffee. If Heero was awake, he'd have appeared
All clear. Proceed with mission.
Duo went into the studio and locked the door. A dozen masks in various
stages of completion lay spread out on a table by the door, and the life
casts Duo had made of his and Heero's faces. As far as Heero knew, they
were for masks to be worn in New Orleans at Halloween with Tro and Kat.
It hadn't been easy but he'd managed to get the whole Secret Project done
without getting caught, mostly thanks to Heero's net surfing habit.
Duo pulled the box from its hiding place and lifted out the special mask.
Positioning it on the worktable, he broke the razor clam shells apart
and glued them into place with quick drying glue. A few touches of gold
paint and that was it. He stepped back, admiring his work. It was done.
He'd called old Jasper at the circus for advice when he first had the
inspiration last week. What Jasper didn't know about mask making didn't
need to be known. On his recommendation, Duo had formed the base mask
out of thick paper mache rather than leather. It didn't matter, because
it didn't show. He'd used the life cast of his own face for it, and the
features were still clear, even under the elaborate mosaic of seashells
he'd covered it with. Graduated arcs of periwinkles formed the eyebrows.
Matched sand dollars adorned the cheekbones and long earrings of threaded
whelks and scallop shells hung from the sides. Six long looping strands
of tiny polished moon shells hung from the underside of the mask like
necklaces. Those had been a bitch to do; he'd broken as many as he'd finished,
cutting holes to string them with a tiny drill bit. Razor clams, sea urchin
shells, and sand dollars decorated in gold formed a sort of crown at the
top above the quahog mosaic of the forehead, and the whole thing was surrounded
by a wild mane of "hair" made from fine dry purple seaweed and bits of
bright green eelgrass.
The eyes and lips had been the hardest to figure out. He'd solved the
former by making it a true mask and cutting out the eyeholes and outlining
the holes with kohl colored lines, like eyeliner. The lips had been the
worst, and he'd tried and discarded a lot of ideas before simply casting
his own in plaster and painting them pink. The contrast between the realistic,
rather pouty mouth and the empty eyeholes was a little spooky, but there
was no time to come up with a better idea. The damn thing weighed close
to ten pounds, but it wasn't meant to be worn.
Using the Loose Threads box, tissue paper and ribbon his silk jeans had
come in, he wrapped the mask and took it and another, smaller gift box
to the kitchen, placing them by Heero's place at the table.
Still no sound from upstairs. Duo quickly put together the coffee and
pancake batter and got the vase of red and pink roses from its hiding
place under the porch. Good thing there hadn't been a frost. That went
by Heero's plate, too.
With the final preparations complete, he showered quickly in the downstairs
bathroom and wrapped himself in the red and blue silk robe Heero had somehow
conned Hector at the Sanque embassy into sending him. The guy must have
been a romantic himself, because he'd somehow known about the brown and
black Shantung silk kimono Heero had worn while they were there, and had
sent that along, too.
Duo fastened the necklace around his neck, put on a couple of the shell
bracelets, and headed upstairs. If all went according to plan this was
all the clothing he was going to need until they went out for dinner and
a movie tonight; another real dating experience Heero had never had.
The bedroom still reeked nicely of sex. Heero opened one blue eye as Duo
sidled into the room. He was sprawled naked in the middle of the bed,
sheet tangled around one leg, cock draped limp and still rosy over his
thigh. With his dark hair tousled against the pillow like that and those
sleepy bedroom eyes open now and tracking Duo like a lion watching an
antelope, Duo decided breakfast had a better chance of not turning into
lunch if he stayed by the door.
"Jeeze, Yuy, when did you get to be such a lazy bastard?" he demanded,
grinning as he twirled the end of his braid in one hand.
"Since you gave me such a good reason to stay in bed," Heero yawned, stretching
in what looked like deliberately tempting manner. Holding out his hand,
he gave Duo a "look" and Duo's knees and resolve wobbled. "It's not even
nine yet. Come back to bed."
Velvet and sandpaper, that morning voice. And Duo damn near obeyed it,
too, but somehow he managed instead to snag Heero's robe off its hook
and toss it to him. "C'mon downstairs, babe. Got something I think you
should see." Fighting every ounce of testosterone currently raging through
his veins, he retreated before Heero could put up an argument.
He managed to get coffee poured for both of them without burning himself
just as Heero appeared still yawning in the doorway. The sight of the
packages and flowers woke him up all the way. He looked curious, and pleased,
but also a little taken aback. "What's this? I thought we said my birthday
"Nope, not yer birthday. Happy Anniversary, baby!"
Heero blinked. "Anniversary?"
"I'll forgive you for not remembering this year, but you better mark it
on the calendar. The way I understand it, the person who remembers has
to get mad at the person who forgets and make him sleep on the couch."
Heero still wasn't following. "Anniversary?"
"Well, this time it's actually more the anniversary of the anniversary.
It's October first."
"One month ago today--September first?"
Nope, he wasn't getting it. "One month ago today, I got an email from
you, telling me that you were still alive." Duo had to pause and swallow
around the lump that had risen in his throat. "One month ago today, I
decided it was actually worth staying alive myself. And it's the day--"
Damn it, he *wasn't* going to fucking cry! Heero came to him and Duo buried
his face in the front of his robe. Heero's arms around Duo helped. The
world went still and peaceful again. "That's the day I fell in love with
you for real. I know you don't remember much that day. You were still
Heero cupped Duo's chin and raised his face to stroke his cheek. "You
climbed into bed with me the minute you saw me. I do remember that much.
I guess it was a sign. September first. I will make a note of that, for
future celebrations." He glanced at the roses and the package and a small
frown of concern began to form.
"Don't say it!" Duo warned. "We'll get the whole gift giving thing coordinated
one of these days. Just consider this my turn to surprise you."
Heero sat down and examined the boxes. "Loose Threads?"
"Uh, no actually." Duo was suddenly a little nervous. What if Heero didn't
get this, either? What if he was disappointed with a couple of stupid
handmade gifts after the chunk of change he'd dropped on Duo's surprise?
He was going to feel like such a total fucking idiot!"
Heero opened the smaller box and a smile of genuine delight lit his face
as he lifted out the framed print of him kissing Duo on the steps of the
Madrid hospital. "Oh! Oh, Duo, I'm so glad you found this!"
Duo let out a small sigh of relief. The picture had been a good bet. Heero
was damned sentimental when it came to things like that, as the album
attested. That one had been easy.
He tensed again, though, as Heero opened the big box and lifted the tissue
paper aside. He just sat and stared at the contents, then his face lit
up with a grin even total strangers would have recognized. Blind total
strangers! He lifted the mask out with incredible care, then d held it
up by the picture wire installed in the back. The moon snail necklaces
rattled and swung against his wrist. "A mermaid! No, wait. It's you! This
is my mermaid!"
Duo fell back in his chair, relieved. "Yeah, exactly! You don't think
it's too weird?"
"Weird? It's amazing! It's--It's art! We can hang it up, right?" He checked
the wire in back and saw the inscription Duo had written there. The grin
went wider than ever as he read it aloud. "'To Heero the mermaid-lover,
from his mermaid lover. Love you, love you, love you forever. Love, Duo.'"
He looked up at Duo and chuckled, but there was a suspicious glimmer along
his lower lids. "And you even put in those x's and o's."
"Figured it could be like a tradition or something," Duo mumbled, embarrassed
but pleased beyond telling at his lover's reaction. Heero was no actor.
This was real joy.
Heero looked around the kitchen, then got up and went out to the living
room, still carrying the mask. He cast around here for a moment, then
found a spot he liked near the fireplace. Taking down the picture that
hung there, he put up the mask in its place. "Amazing!" Turning, he grabbed
Duo in a bone-crushing hug; the workouts were working. "No one ever made
me anything before, and nothing like this!" He pulled back and kissed
Duo hard. "I can't believe you did something like this just for me! All
your masks are really good, Duo. Really good. But this?" Lost for words,
he shook his head.
Duo snorted as pulled him back to the kitchen. "It's just something I
picked up, working around the circus. Glad you like it so much, though."
"No, really. I ran across some sites online the other day, people who
make masks like those leather ones for a living. A lot of what I saw wasn't
nearly as good as yours."
Duo blushed. "Thanks, Heero. It's not a bad idea. And it meets my baseline
"And that is?"
"Not killing anyone!"
A few days later Quatre and Trowa were telling him the thing as Duo held
up their masks to the vid phone for them to see. The pair for "Meld" he'd
painted to look like two halves of the same silver, blue, and green mask,
with the other half black except for and exaggerated silver outline around
the eye. Unsure what the exact nature of "Passages" was going to be, he'd
made several of the smaller visor masks with different arrangements of
color and eye design. Trowa nodded, saying only that they were all good.
The rest, Trowa's grim "Heavyarms" mask and a few others for various other
cast members involved in the acts, were all given warm approval.
Heero paused unnoticed in the studio doorway, enjoying Duo's reaction
to the praise as he took notes for a few final adjustments and design
changes. The actual fittings would have to wait until Trowa and Quatre
arrived next week. Leaving him to it, Heero headed out for a run.
Duo waited until he saw Heero disappear down the beach, then sighed. "So,
what do you guys want to do?"
"Haven't you talked to Heero about it?" Quatre asked.
Duo nibbled absently at the end of his braid. "No, it hasn't come up.
I mean, I've told him stuff about us, but I don't think he really understands.
Hell, I don't know if I understand!"
Trowa leaned in closer to the monitor. "It's not a problem, Duo."
But Duo could see Kat's face, just behind Trowa and his expression told
a different story. But he caught Duo's eye and shook his head slightly,
warning him off the subject."
"Hey, we'll figure it out when you get here, OK?" he said, keeping it
light as Quatre mouthed 'email' behind Trowa's back. "We're the Gundam
Boys, remember? No rules for us!"
"Rules? We don't need no stinking rules!" Quatre laughed, but the motto
from their wilder days rang a little hollow.
Duo had done a pretty good job of not thinking about what the arrangements
would be, once the other two arrived. Now he didn't have much choice.
Decisions needed to be made and it looked like they were leavening it
up to him to make them. Only he didn't know any more than they did what
the right thing to do was.
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