see ch. 1 for warnings, notes, disclaimer
Warriors + Chapter 35
The websites Quatre sent were
helpful. The mechanics of the act were not complicated. With Heero's extensive
background in torture and interrogation techniques, most of what he read
was familiar ground. He knew where and how to strike a human body without
inflicting damage to bones or organs. He knew what parts were the most
susceptible to pain. The connection between pain and endorphins was something
he knew from first hand experience. No, what most mystified him, as much
so after he'd done the reading as before, was why anyone would purposefully
seek out such treatment in the name of pleasure. That he did not get at
So he studied most closely the information dealing with the psychology
of masochism. It was a complex thing, and highly subjective from one individual
to another. It was important that he determine whether Duo actually felt
he needed to be punished for some wrongdoing, real or imagined, or if
it was simply the experience of being helpless, or if the pain was what
he craved, and the hormone rush.
If he had been working out of pure mission mode, he'd have contacted Trowa
for primary source background regarding his target. The unresolved sexual
tension between them made that impossible. Instead, he emailed Quatre,
and received a detailed report of what 04 had observed from the outside.
Quatre had not participated in the actual administration of the punishment,
or witnessed it. Apparently Duo had been embarrassed about it, and kept
it between Trowa and himself.
Heero was relieved that Quatre had not been directly involved. It bothered
him that Trowa had been; it was something the two of them would have to
at least discuss to achieve full resolution between them and he was not
looking forward to that. But the relationship he had with Quatre remained
pure. That was how he thought of it; pure.
He was beginning to wonder if he had a "thing" for Quatre. He did not
particularly want to have sex with him, but whenever he thought of the
little blond, he got a very pleasant, warm feeling. The kiss they'd shared
during the drunken game had been good, something he valued in memory.
The fact that Quatre could feel his concern across the distance to a space
colony, and desired comfort from him when sad also made him feel good.
He was looking forward to seeing him in person again in a few days. He
thought he might even be able to initiate a hug, as requested.
In the meantime, however, he must focus on calming and reassuring an increasingly
He researched quickly and was ready to proceed within forty eight hours
of his initial email conversation with Quatre. According to Quatre, Trowa
had always conducted his sessions with Duo in the evening, and before
that Duo had sought out his rough strangers at night. So Heero spent that
day and the next making his plans and keeping one eye on Duo has he moped
around the house and puttered in his studio. The only action he took before
nightfall was to reminded Duo of his meds each morning, and check through
the day to see if he took them.
Heero didn't own any leather pants. After a light and rather quiet supper
in the kitchen, he went upstairs and changed into his black jeans and
the tight black tank he'd worn to the club. He put on the Dolchi belt,
too, but left his feet bare. He looked at himself in the mirror when he
was done, trying to imagine Duo's response. He looked 'dangerous', he
supposed, the way Duo liked, but his dour expression was due mostly to
discomfort with his mission. He was not currently sexually aroused at
the prospect of what lay ahead. He was not, in sexual terms, a sadist.
He was glad of that. The idea of being turned on by hurting Duo repulsed
him. No, this was a mission, a job that needed doing for Duo's sake. He
would do his best. It was not important that he enjoy it. Securing the
long thong bracelet around his left wrist, he collected Duo's medicine
bottles from the bathroom and went downstairs.
Duo was in the living room, curled up with a magazine on the couch. The
night was chilly and he;d built a fire in the fireplace while Heero was
upstairs. The room was very cozy, a safe-feeling place. Duo had been working
most of the day, and still had on the bleach spotted, paint streaked jeans
and a faded green tee shirt that looked as if it had belonged to someone
several sizes larger originally. He was barefoot, toenails still shiny
silver from their anniversary date. As always, he looked incredibly beautiful.
If not for the mission, Heero would have simply sat down with him and
held him, or pulled those long, pretty feet into his lap and rubbed them
until Duo got turned on or dozed off. Either outcome would have been fine.
The mermaid mask Duo had given him caught Heero's eye as he crossed the
room and his heart sank even lower than it already was. He didn't want
to do this. He almost wished he'd agreed to leave this sort of thing to
Trowa, but of course, he couldn't do that. Not if he meant to be the lover
Duo needed. And not if he hoped to remain friends with Trowa.
'Do it for Duo, not to Duo,' Quatre had advised. Heero clung to those
words and attempted to observe Duo over with an objective eye.
He looked up as Heero came into the room, took in what he was wearing,
and smiled. But Heero also saw how tired and drained he was. A week of
poor eating and sleeping and too much time shut away in the studio had
already leached away some of the healthy color he'd picked up on the beach.
"Baby, you didn't say anything about going out tonight."
"We are not." Heero placed the three pill bottles in a row on the edge
of the coffee table in front of Duo. "I counted. You have not been taking
these as you should, even though I reminded you."
Duo's eyes widened a little. Wary? A hint of fear? Disbelief? "Really?
Yeah, I guess maybe I forgot, with work and all--"
"What was our agreement?" Heero kept his tone neutral.
Duo sighed and laid the magazine aside. "That I wouldn't give any excuses,
I know. But jeeze, Heero, with the masks and all--"
"More excuses. You violated our agreement. Stand up and give me your hands."
Duo's eyebrows shot up. Disbelief was definitely the primary expression
now, but he did as Heero asked. "Uh, Heero?"
Heero slowly unwound the long braided thong from his wrist, then held
out his hands for Duo's. To his amazement and somewhat to his dismay,
Duo immediately hung his head and held out his hands, crossed at the wrists.
He understood, and wanted the punishment he thought was to come. Heero
was more convinced than ever that this had been Duo's aim all along.
Heero bound his wrists without comment, then tilted Duo's chin up, making
him look at him. "Did you do this to test me?"
Duo averted his eyes. "Maybe, a little."
"Is that why you played the radio so loud at night, hoping I'd wake up
and be angry with you?"
"You're not sure?"
Duo shrugged, looking ashamed.
"You have been very restless and uneasy this week. Are you frightened
Heero lifted Duo's chin a little higher, guiding those evasive eyes back
to his. "You are feeling unbalanced, unsure. Why?"
"Duo, if you think I am going to punish you for such childish behavior
as the radio, you are mistaken. That would be like rewarding you for it.
That would only reeinforce in your tendancy for self-destructive actions,
especially the medication lapses. I don't like it that you try to manipulate
me that way. If you continue with such behavior, I will simply ignore
it, except for the medication issue. Until further notice, I would prefer
it if you take your pills under my observation. Is this acceptable?"
No orders. No threats. Duo had the option to refuse or rebel. He didn't.
Instead, he nodded, looking even more miserable. Heero saw how his fingers
twitched, how he flexed against the tightly wrapped thong around his wrists.
Heero suspected that the feeling of being bound was giving him some sort
"We are agreed then. You will not try to manipulate me again?"
"I won't, Heero. I'm sorry."
Heero stroked his cheek. "I've seen your psych file, Duo. I've spoken
with Quatre about what you needed from Trowa. I'm prepared to give you
that in a safe and controlled manner any time you need it, but only if
you are honest and tell me, instead of forcing me to lose control the
way you did on the shuttle flight. You might have felt better afterwards,
but I didn't. I felt very bad about it.
Tears welled in Duo's eyes as he sank slowly to his knees and bowed his
head. "I'm sorry! I'm a sick, twisted fuck-up, a selfish--"
Heero caught him by the braid, hoisted him back to his feet and said firmly,
but with no anger, "Stop that right now. I know your condition and understand
what motivated you. I do not think you were trying to hurt me intentionally.
I'm simply explaining to you why I will not participate in that sort of
mind game with you. Tell me, why did you do that, instead of simply telling
me what you needed?"
"Why do you think?" Duo shot back, a momentary flash of irritation driving
the beaten look from his eyes. Heero was glad to see some of the normal
Duo in that glare and waited patiently for him to go on. "Jesus, Heero,
it was hard enough to ask Tro, and he's been in the scene with me for
two years! What was I supposed to say to you? I was dying inside that
I even needed it. I hate it that I can't control these feelings! I feel
like an alcoholic who can't stop drinking, even though he knows it'll
"It is a compulsion."
"Sure, yeah, that's as good a name for it as anything."
"And what Trowa did for you, under controlled circumstance; this met your
need equally well as being seriously injured by a stranger in a sex club?"
Duo looked away again. "It was better. He--he was really good to me after,
took care of me and brought me down gently. And then he and Kat--" He
broke off, voice unsteady.
"You would sleep with them afterwards, with them holding you."
Duo nodded. "Are you mad?"
"No." A little jealous, maybe, but they were about to fix that. "I will--"
He hesitated. He felt so damn silly using the word out loud! "I will spank
you when you need it, but I will never, ever strike you to punish you.
That would be abusive, for one thing, but mostly because I want an equal
for a lover, not a bad little boy. If my lover needs me to restrain and--treat
him a certain way, to give him that emotional release, then I will do
it. But only on my terms."
He'd rehearsed this carefully all day, hoping it was the right mix; a
demand for responsibility on Duo's part, but making it clear that Duo
could let go safely, with Heero firmly in charge.
To his relief, Duo gave him a rather shame-faced but grateful nod.
"Very well, then. I'm going to go get you a glass of water and watch you
take your pills. What comes next is neither a punishment nor a reward.
It is simply something you need to feel better. Are we absolutely clear
"Good. Have your pants off by the time I get back. Leave the shirt."
Alone in the kitchen, Heero braced his hands on the edge of the sink and
fought to remain calm. "Do it for him," he muttered, feeling a little
Duo was ready when he came back, standing nervously by the couch in nothing
but the faded green tee-shirt. It came down over his hips, and Heero could
tell by the way it hung in the front that Duo was not sexually excited
by this. Heero made a mental note of that. This didn't seem to be about
Duo's hair was still braided and Heero left it that way, in order to avoid
any connection in Duo's mind between this and the sexual connotations
Heero had with his hair. Heero wasn't sure he could handle any sexual
overtones in conjunction with this. He'd just have to see how he felt
after they got past this first difficult part.
He counted out Duo's evening dose of meds and placed them in Duo's hand,
then gave him the glass of water. Duo swallowed the pills and Heero gave
him an approving kiss. "Thank you. It scares me when you stop taking them.
I want you happy and healthy, and with me my whole life. You'll do that
for me, won't you?"
Duo was blinking back tears again. "Yes, Heero. I'm sorry!"
Heero put his arms around him and held him for a moment, stroking his
back. "We'll work on that together." He stroked lower, past the hem of
the shirt to that smooth, round bare backside. Duo shivered against him
and Heero felt the bound hands trapped between their bodies flexing against
their bonds again.
"Do you still need this?" Heero whispered against his ear. "I could just
tie you up on the bed, instead."
"After," Duo murmured against his shoulder. "Whatever you want, how ever
you want, afterwards. But please? Can we do this? Please?"
The pleading whisper sent a pang though Heero's heart. Heero held him
by the shoulders and stepped back. "Then you must tell me what you need,
Duo. Show me that you can ask."
Duo sank slowly to his knees at Heero's feet again, but looked him in
the eye all the while. "I need you to spank me hard, Heero. I need you
to drive me over the edge, until I give out. My safe words are 'blue sky'
if I need you to pause, or if I need to tell you something, and 'starfish'
if I can't take anymore. I promise I will use them if I need to. I promise
I won't let you really harm me."
That was the right answer. Heero bent and kissed him, then sat down in
the middle of the couch. "Across my lap."
Duo crawled over and draped himself across Heero's knees, hands resting
on the floor by Heero's feet. Heero adjusted the bindings, tying the hands
securely with slack between them, then put one bare foot on the slack,
holding Duo's hands firmly down. Then he pulled his other leg in closer
to the couch, raising that knee and Duo's ass with it, leaving him head
down, ass high. He stroked Duo's braid, and then moved it aside and stroked
his back through the tee shirt, then traced the edge of the hem, letting
Duo know how it rode up in this position, leaving his ass exposed. Gradually,
he moved his hand, still stroking, over those pale, firm cheeks, "waking
the flesh" as one of the articles had put it. He stroked Duo's bottom
and the backs of his thighs, silently showing Duo where he would be concentrating
his efforts. That fair skin was already flushing a faint pink.
Duo nodded, then tensed as Heero raised his hand.
The first smack and Duo's hitching gasp sounded much too loud in the quiet
room, making Heero wish he'd put on some music. Next time.
He gave Duo nine more measured, moderately hard slaps on the fleshy parts
of his backside and paused, giving the safe word a chance. But Duo stayed
silent, almost relaxed across his lap.
Ten more, harder this time, and lower, aiming for the soft flesh just
under the curve of the buttocks, very sensitive according to Quatre and
the articles. Duo grew tense and began to let out little gasps.
Ten more, spread out from his butt to just above his knees, and Heero
could make out the long red marks left by his fingers.
Heero rested his hand on Duo's back, letting him know he'd stopped.
"Harder, faster, and concentrate on my ass," Duo whispered. "Don't stop
until I ask you."
"Copy that. Ready?"
Heero did as he asked, but kept count. After five Duos began to make noise,
and after eight he began to struggle, pulling against the pressure of
Heero's foot across the wrist binding. At eighteen he began to whimper
and yelp and by twenty three he was sobbing and struggling harder. Heero
set a mental limit of forty and continued, hitting a little harder.
Duo began to thrash in earnest, but Heero angled his knee so he couldn't
At forty he paused.
"No!" Duo sobbed. "Please-Almost--"
Quatre had said something about Duo going limp at a certain point. Heero
refocused on the sensitive under curve again and went faster and harder,
hoping to drive him to that break point. Duo convulsed, crying and really
fighting to free his hands, but Heero kept him pinned, raining down blows
with his open palm. His hand was starting to hurt now. He could also feel
Duo's erection now, hard against his leg.
Duo let out a loud, anguished cry and collapsed, heading hanging down,
arms and legs limp. Heero kept going, not letting up, and finally heard
a hoarse, tearful "Starfish!"
Heero allowed himself a moment's stillness, relieved. Then he pulled Duo
around into his arms and carried him to the guestroom down the hall where
he'd made up the bed earlier. He'd told himself at the time that he didn't
trust his newly returned strength enough to attempt carrying Duo up the
stairs, but was honest enough with himself now to know that he didn't
want to associate this evening's activities with the bed they'd shared
Duo was too far gone to notice. He pressed his tear streaked face into
the curve of Heero's neck, bound hands fisted in the front of Heero's
black shirt, murmuring "Thank you, baby. Just right! Thank you!"
Heero climbed onto the bed and untied Duo's hands, then cradled him in
his arms, stroking his hair and arms and bare hip as Duo clung to him.
He calmed quickly, but he was still panting a little, and his cock was
hard and erect. Heero ignored that for now and instead loosened the braid
and combed it free with his fingers, then ran his fingers through it close
to Duo's scalp.
"I love you, Duo."
"Love--you! Thank you--so much."
"Good. Remember our deal. Ask me properly next time, and I'll do that
whenever you need me to."
Duo answered with a heartfelt kiss and snuggled closer. "Got me horney,
Heero still had serious reservations about sex in this context. His initial
plan had been to wait until the following morning to initiate anything.
But the feeling of Duo so relaxed against him, high on endorphins--literally
glowing and smiling that dreamy-looking smile-- made Heero waver in his
resolve. It also occurred to him that Duo, by his own account, had never
had sex with anyone else afterwards. Heero was the first. That excited
him more than he liked to admit.
He dropped his hand to Duo's lap and stroked the weeping erection there.
Duo moaned and rocked up into his hand. "You want me, little mermaid?"
"Always! Please, Heero. I'd love it, love you in me now."
Heero moved Duo off his lap and onto his back, with a pillow under his
head and two under his hips. Duo stretched his arms over his head and
let out a sexy little moan, knowing this position let Heero thrust in
Heero undressed quickly, hands shaking a little, then knelt between those
wide spread legs. He traced the insides of Duo's thighs with light caresses,
and then bent and kissed the same path up to that hot, heavy sac. Duo
groaned more deeply as Heero nuzzled and licked his balls, then tongued
his way down to the red, mottled curve of his ass. His ass and the backs
of his thighs were very red and hot to the touch. Now that Heero's passion
was beginning to rise, the heat of it excited him a little. He'd done
Heero didn't touch Duo's cock, not yet. Finding the lube he'd left ready
on the nightstand just in case, he prepared Duo's tight opening and then
pressed his lover's legs back, bracing Duo's feet against his shoulders
so that his ass was lifted and exposed.
"Oh yeah!" Duo rolled his head against the pillow and stretched his arms,
pressing his hands to the headboard. "So ready, baby! Make me yours, all
No one else had ever heard those words, thought Heero, and not at a moment
That knowledge, and the exceptional warmth of Duo's reddened flesh against
his thighs sent a spiked erotic blast through Heero, forcing a pounding,
almost painful wave of desire up his own stiffened cock. Coating it quickly,
he sank slowly into Duo's tight passage, watching as his cock disappeared
into his lover's body. Duo's beautiful mouth opened in a silent cry of
pleasure and pain as he lifted his hips against the assault, taking Heero
Heero leaned over him and caught Duo's wrists in a tight grip over his
head, pinning them and ravishing that gasping mouth with his own as he
thrust once, twice, three times. Duo's muffled gasps and the way he locked
his ankles behind Heero's neck told Heero that he was hitting that deep,
sweet spot already.
He thrust again, harder, and mouthed his way down Duo's neck to his left
armpit and then up the corded muscle of his straining left arm. Trapped,
half crushed, Duo cried out and writhed against him, welcoming every onslaught
of mouth and cock. Heero had to resist the urge to sink his teeth into
the tight flesh under his lips. Rearing back, he clutched the backs of
Duo's thighs, pushing them forward again and leaning into his thrusts
now, driving harder and faster toward his own impending climax.
Duo was screaming now, not in pain, but in ecstasy. "Yes! Yeah, give it
to me! So good, fucking good! Heero, Heero, HEEROOOOOOOOOO!"
Heero grabbed Duo's cock, fisted it roughly and Duo came crying his name.
His hot ejaculations hit Heero in the chest, right over his heart.
"DUO!" Heero came so hard his vision went white and all he knew was the
feeling of slamming into the tightness around his cock. Teeth clenched,
head thrown back, lips peeled back in an animal grimace, he rode wave
after wave of orgasm. His slowly vision cleared and he saw Duo again,
gazing blissfully, almost worshipfully up at him.
"Heero, baby, c'mere," he panted, holding his arms up.
Heero fell willingly into those arms and pulled Duo onto his side and
close to his heart, stroking his hair and holding, holding . . .
"Not so tight," Duo squeaked, but it was more of a laugh than a complaint.
"Those workouts are really doing the trick. I think you cracked a rib."
"Sorry, sorry, sorry," Heero panted, still not fully in control of his
"No problem. I'm still flying. And my ass is all tingly! So good, baby!"
"Copy that." Heero mentally explored how he felt about having sex after
spanking Duo. At the moment, the answer was 'very fucking fine!'
They came down slowly together. Heero shifted onto his back, lifting Duo's
head to rest on his shoulder and pulling Duo's arm cross his chest. Holding
him close with infinite care and tenderness, he whispered, "That's what
I will give you if you ask me."
"Oh god! Yes, thank you! I promise," Duo murmured, hugging him.
"No mind games or acting out. No being naughty."
Duo stiffened slightly, then let out an explosive, sputtering giggle against
Heero's chest. "Naughty? Did you actually call me naughty?"
"Quatre's term," Heero muttered, blushing.
Duo was helplessly giggling now. "No, I like it. Seriously! Hearing you
say that? Oh man, we gotta find some way to work more 'naughtiness' into
our love life." He really lost it now, shaking against Heero's side.
Heero found himself joining in. It was sort of a sexy word when Duo said
it. It sounded very--naughty.
When they'd both finally calmed down again, Heero stroked Duo's shoulder
and asked, "Now, can you tell me why you were feeling so bad? What you
couldn't tell me before?"
Duo was quiet for a moment, and then nodded. "OK, here it is. I love you,
right? More than anyone else in the world."
"You believe that. Really believe?"
"Of course. You wouldn't lie to me."
"No I wouldn't. Not about that or anything else. But not telling you something
feels kinda like lying, too, but I don't want to tell you because it might
hurt you or change the way you feel about me."
"Duo, it's all right. I've seen how you've been these past few days and
I'm fairly certain I know the reason. But I think you need to tell me.
So just say it. I'm not going anywhere and I won't stop loving you."
Duo looked up at last, eyes wide and dark with emotion, the fear and yearning
in them making him look much younger than he was. "Promise?"
"Yes, I promise," Heero assured him, kissing him on the forehead.
"It's just, you get jealous sometimes, y'know? And this is about Trowa
"I figured as much. Go on."
"Yeah. OK. Heero, I love you, and if you don't want me just, y'know, messing
and playing around with Tro and Kat anymore, I won't. But---Oh, hell,
Heero." There was a definite quaver creeping into his voice again, and
a tear slipped down his cheek. "That doesn't stop me from still wanting
to! It was nice. I really liked sleeping with them and dog piling
with them and getting Kat to paint my toenails and--- Shit. Shit! I know
how jealous you get and I don't want to hurt you but if I wasn't honest
it would just eat at me and with them coming here and--"
"Duo, stop. Look at me."
Duo swallowed and wiped at his cheek.
"Do you think they'd let me sleep with the three of you? Can I be in the
pile and be close to them, too?"
Duo blinked up at him, surprise replacing some of the fear.
"We did a little of that in Madrid, remember?" Heero reminded him. "You
and Quatre with me on the couch, and that game, and sleeping together,
all four of us that night? I liked that, Duo. I really did. If that's
the sort of thing you're talking about--" He paused, blushing again as
he remembered what it felt like to hug Quatre, and the way Trowa had surrendered
to his kiss. That was just messing around, right? "Well, then I'd sort
of like to try it. That is, if the rest of you don't mind. I haven't talked
to them about it yet."
"They'll love it!" Duo scrambled up on his knees beside Heero, beaming
with delight. "They'll have no problem with it, Heero, I just know it.
Well, except for that thing with Trowa."
"Yes, that could complicate matters. I don't know what to do about that,
Duo. Quatre even asked if I'd be willing to have sex with him if you and
he said it was OK, but I didn't think that was--"
"He said what?" Those expressive eyes were full of disbelief and
the beginnings of outrage now. "I for one say it is abso-fucking-lutly
not OK for you to do anything of the fucking kind!"
Heero tried not to smile. It was nice to have someone else being jealous
about him for a change. "It was a hypothetical question, Duo. Quatre doesn't
want that, either, any more than you or I do. He was crying when he asked
me. He wants to help Trowa, but that would hurt him terribly and I've
already said I won't do that to him. But if I'd said yes, I think he'd
have asked me to, even if it tore his own heart out."
Duo drew his legs up and wrapped his arms around them, frowning. "Yeah,
he would, the little martyr. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with
Trowa. But neither does Tro and it's killing him."
"Quatre is worried that it will affect Trowa's ability to perform his
circus acts, perhaps even create an unsafe situation."
"So it's a choice between you screwing Trowa or him becoming sawdust hash?
Not much of a choice."
"Neither one is an acceptable option," Heero drew Duo back down beside
him and propped his head up on one hand.
Duo frowned to himself for a moment. "Do you remember those tests Sally
gave us, right after the truce?"
"Yes. Intelligence and aptitude."
"And types of intelligence. Quatre got hold of the reports a while ago.
Have you seen the results on everyone?"
"No just my own."
"Right. Well, aside from all of us having higher than average I.Q.s-you
and Quatre were the highest, in case you were wondering-- we were all
different on the types. You and Kat both had high logical intelligence,
but his interpersonal scores were really high and yours were-well, they
"I rest my case. I, on the other hand, had a really high verbal intelligence
score, and spatial reasoning-hence my phenonmenal pilotings skills." He
"That might also account for your skill with the mask making."
"Maybe. Wufei has high logic, but even higher intrapersonal scores, which
makes him really driven to excell on his own terms, and a general arrogant
pain in the ass. Not that I don't like the guy, but you gotta admit, he's
about as flexible as a steel bar."
"That's what I was coming to. He scored high in spatial, but really, really
high in what they called body intelligence. The guy literally learns through
his body, though action, touching, physical contact, working with his
hands. You know how he is; not much of a talker, but the way he moves?
No mystery why he ended up piloting a Gundam and doing circus work.
Hey, maybe that explains why he's all over Kat all the time, too. Not
that Q-ball complains, believe me! But maybe that's why he's focused on
you the way he is."
"Body intelligence? Perhaps." Heero pondered this a moment. "Tell me more
about messing around. What are the acceptable parameters?"
"Parameters? Yeah, I guess there are rules. I just never had to spell
'em out to anyone before."
"Please try. You know how I am."
Duo chuckled and snuggled closer. "You're 'body intelligence' was pretty
high, too, as I recall. No problems there."
"With you. But not with others. Please, how does this sort of interaction
"OK, here goes. You never, ever go for the goodies." He cupped a hand
over Heero's limp cock. "That's rule number one. That is always
out of bounds for messing around and don't let anyone tell you different.
Start feeling each other up that way and you're playing a whole different
"No genital contact. Check. What about the ass?"
"Penetration of any sort is off limits. But just general grab ass? Weeelllll,
that's kinda a gray area. Depends on the circumstances, who you're with,
how drunk everyone is. For now with the guys, let's call it off limits."
"Ass off limits. Check."
"Foot rubbing is legal, but it's pretty intimate. Not something you go
for until you're really comfortable with someone. If you do end up there,
keep the hands below the knee. Above the knee and below the belt is no
"Check. And above the belt?"
"Well, if you're ever messing around with a girl, assuming I don't kill
her first, boobs are off limits unless she tells you otherwise and if
she does, you're probably heading for sex. No boobs for you, my man. With
guys, chest rubbing is OK. Nipples are intimate. Sucking nipples or fingers
is the same as sex, so don't go there. No toe sucking, either."
"Check. And no gets to brush your hair but me. That's intimate."
"Copy that. I'll warn the others." Duo grinned and scratched his head.
"Jeeze, this all seems kinda complicated when you try to talk about it.
Mostly you just know, y'know? The rest is pretty much up for grabs, so
long as the other guy's OK with it. Back rubs, tickling, snuggling, hugs;
that's all good messing around. Sleeping together is OK, so long as everyone
has their goodies covered. Oh, and this is legal with Tro and Kat,
Duo leaned over as if to kiss Heero on the belly, but instead pressed
his lips to it and blew hard, making a loud, ripping, farting noise that
tickled as much as it shocked.
Heero doubled over and grabbed him, wresting him down on the bed. "What
the hell was that?" But he was laughing in spite of the outrage just committed
on his person and dignity.
Duo was laughing almost too hard to answer. "I--I dunno the--ha, oh don't
tickle-- Heero! Don't know the technical term. Just know it's fun! Kat
practically pisses himself when you do that to him."
Pulling a Shinigami, he twisted out of Heero's grasp, flipped and pinned
him with one lightning fast toss and did it again.
Heero started to yell but ended up cackling helplessly as Duo blew another
obnoxious blast against his side as he tried to struggle away. "Stop!
No! Agghhhhhh!" Duo got in one more before Heero got loose and fell off
the side of the bed. "Do that again, Maxwell, and I will never spank you
Duo fell back on the bed, hands raised in surrender. "No, not that! Deal!
Jeeze, Yuy, you're a mean bastard after mind blowing sex, ain't ya!"
Heero pounced, flipped him, and delivered a stinging volley of slaps to
Duo's already red and somewhat bruised ass. "You would do well to keep
that in mind, Maxwell."
Duo squirmed and laughed helplessly underneath him, then shrieked as Heero
successfully blew one of those noisy, nameless attacks on the side of
his neck. "Ah, no! Stop!"
"Can't take it, Maxwell?"
"Ah, I get it!" Duo gasped, fighting for breath. "Maxwell is my 'Boy,
you are in deep shit' name, right?"
"I think I like it better when I'm your mermaid."
Heero loosened his grip and kissed him. "Always my mermaid."
When they'd settled down again, Heero hugged him close and asked, "So,
are you really feeling better now?"
Duo nodded. "Still kinda nervous about the whole Trowa thing, 'cause I
really don't see what we can do to fix it. But yeah, better overall. Thanks,
Heero. You're the best.
"When Quatre and I talked the other night, I said we should just wait
and see what happens. With four people involved, there are just too many
variables to predict or even plan. Are you OK with that?"
"Yeah, so long as--Well, yeah."
So long as you don't fuck Trowa, Heero guessed. There had to be some other
solution. One that wouldn't pull the four of them apart just as he was
beginning to feel accepted among them again.
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