Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ All is Fair in Love and Peace ❯ The Wedding Night ( Chapter 6 )

Author: Keiran
Title: All is fair in Love and Peace 6/7
Rating: R. It contains a lemon, but it's not particularly descriptive.
Genre: Romance
Pairings: 1+2, 3+4, 5+S, 6+9 overall, 1x2 in this part.
Warnings: yaoi, mild lemon.
Archive: My site! If anyone wants to have it, all they have to do is ask. ^_^

This fic has been betaed by Sundaire. >bows Japanese-style (i.e. all of the hair lands on the ground before her)<

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Heero and Duo made their way to the elevator slowly, with Heero glaring every once in a while from under his bangs. The glaring ceased once they were locked in the elevator. Mostly because it was hard to glare when your face is connected to the thing you're glaring at.

"Not angry anymore? I hoped so," Duo said when he was finally able to get a word in between. "Hey, don't start fretting! I told you I'll make it up to you!"

"Make it up to me, how?" Heero growled.

"Weeeell, I might volunteer to be bottom tonight?"

"Hn. You don't have to volunteer for that."

"Hey! I resent the implication! You're so not getting to be top all the time!" Duo exclaimed.

"Hn."

"Just because I've got long hair and huge eyes doesn't mean I'm the lady of this relationship. I am not a lady, pal. I'd like to see a girl who could get a toaster to make scrambled eggs and still be a toaster afterwards."

"You're a virgin."

"You just had to bring that up. Excuse me for having been twelve when I last encountered a potential sexual object. You'd be a virgin too if you were stuck on a huge ship full of guys over forty for three years and thrust into the middle of a war afterwards. Seeing G everyday during breakfast works wonders for your hormones. You don't even need to get off anymore. That, however, doesn't mean I have no idea what's going on."

"You didn't when this whole mess started."

"I encountered some minor discrepancies in the technical information department, so sue me. If you were a girl there would be no problems. How did you manage to get someone to sleep with anyway? Unless it was something I'd rather not hear."

"Hn. Standard training procedure."

Duo groaned. "Don't tell me, I don't want to know. Please don't tell me."

"Anybody ever explain to you what a prostitute is?"

"I knew I didn't want to know. Was the creepy psycho of yours monitoring?" Duo asked almost curiously.

"Hn," which in Heero-speak meant loosely 'I'm not going to grace it with an answer.' "I'm surprised you didn't get it."

"Well, there is a shortage of woman who can survive in space while waiting for a john. And does the number twelve ring any bells? Pedophilia is a crime where I come from. Plus, most of the Sweepers were too old to feel the need to screw anything that even remotely resembles a girl. I probably could get some if I really wanted to, but I grew up rather asexually and living with G, Howard and the Sweepers didn't help any."

"What do you mean 'grew up asexually?'" Heero felt disturbed slightly.

"Ever tried to think about getting laid when you're getting away from thugs who want to fuck you into the floor with or without your consent? Good way not to think about sex for the next couple of centuries. Although I probably would have slept with Hilde, if she didn't decide I wasn't convinced when I was kissing her. And immediately after the wars I started to live with you, which is not exactly a good opportunity to look for a bed mate." Here Duo hesitated. "Wait… apparently it is."

"Hn. You're still a virgin."

"If that disturbs you that much, give me, say, half an hour and I'll try to do something about it. I'm sure Wufei won't mind helping me out."

"In half an hour you won't be a virgin anymore anyway," Heero's teeth gritted audibly at the mention of Wufei.

"Don't be so sure," Duo muttered. Then he felt the need to change the topic. "Say, you have any lube, or something?" Heero went bright red. "Of course Relena promised to get the suite and the cabin stocked, but I get the feeling that what we will get is rose petals, satin, silk, handcuffs and champagne, but no lube. Cause you know she got herself invited for one of the movies me and Quatre watched, and she somehow got the idea that a gay guy is the ultimate incarnation of cuteness. She scares me sometimes, you know."

"You are the ultimate incarnation of cuteness." The elevator made a sudden jerking movement at Heero's statement. Or at least that's what it felt like to Duo, who found himself on the floor.

"Dorothy was right, evil aliens are invading the Earth. First Fei, now you. Next thing you know, Relena will get herself a bazooka to carry as a hand-gun and Trowa will start a talk-show. I prefer not to know what would happen to Quatre.

"Do you realize you've just complimented me? And however insulting it may be, cause I am male after all, it was also quite nice?"

"I'm just agreeing with Relena."

"I'm not gay."

Heero raised a brow. "You do realize you are saying that after you've been married to a guy and on your way to getting rid of your virginity?" The Perfect Soldier's mind could be pretty one-tracked.

"Rub it in, will you," Duo grumbled. "Where does everybody get the idea that I'm a pansy? So I have long hair and am tiny, so sue me again. Half of the twentieth-century rock men had long hair and I don't see anybody calling them queer. And it's not my fault that I didn't grow properly. Blame the L2 citizens for not throwing away enough nutritious meals. Damn, I need to get Relena to force a law: 'Thou shall throw away an equivalent of a day's worth of nutrients every three days.'" Heero looked at his husband sadly. He moved forward suddenly and embraced him tightly burying his face in Duo's neck.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, almost too softly to be heard. Duo fell quiet. Then he took Heero's face in his hands and looked into his husband's eyes.

"Heero. I'm not upset. I won't be upset every time something reminds me of my childhood. I was just joking. Besides, I know it's not that bad now. L2 might be poor, but hell, when I was a kid there was a war going on. Things are looking up now. And of course I don't mind being tiny that much. In fact it works to my advantage, usually," Duo said firmly and kissed Heero tenderly. "Hey, why don't you release the stop button now, so that we can get to our room?"

"Idiot," Heero smirked and finally allowed the elevator to leave its spot between third and fourth floor.

"I know. But I'm your idiot now, and there's nothing you can do about it," Duo said, his voice cheerful, yet Heero heard the undertones that spoke that Duo wasn't as secure as he wanted to sound.

"Idiot. I wouldn't leave you anyway," Heero said in a tone that would be called detached and monotone, if it was used by anyone but Heero. The statement was rewarded with a brilliant smile and another soft kiss.

"We're here! Oh, joy. I hope I got through Relena's thick head that pink is not an option. That girl sure is delusional. White is fine, baby blue - okay, even fucking lilac! Just not pink."

"What do you have against pink, anyway?"

"Well, for starters, it's pink. Not good enough? I like pink, generally. I like the deep one-step-over-crimson pink. I can even survive baby pink. As long as... a. I don't wear it, b. it isn't all around me. It's just something about Relena in pink that puts me off. She just isn't a pink person. And of course limos aren't pink things."

They were standing at the doors to their suite. Heero hned and opened them wide, gallantly letting Duo in first. The long haired boy immediately bounced to check out the bedroom. His husband found him there a minute later, and when he did, he gaped.

"Guess what, I was right about the rose petals and the champagne. The sheets are silk alright. I suppose that the hard thing digging into my thigh in the elevator might be called the handcuffs, so we're almost fully stocked." Duo walked around the bed and peered into one of the bedside cabinets and whistled. "Did you know they make a cinnamon scented lube? There's also strawberry, lemon, mint, peach and rose even. I take back whatever I might have said about Relena and her idea of supplying."

The bed and the floor around it were indeed covered with rose petals. The linens were made of dark, violet silk and the canopy was - a moment of suspense - satin. Burgundy, for a change. The whole room was rather dark, most of it dark crimson. However, you couldn't say it was depressive because of the amount of ancient looking oil-lamps scattered everywhere. Dark, heavy, blood-red curtains were ready to block whatever sunlight was still shining. There was a bucket filled with ice and a bottle of champagne standing near a tiny fridge.

There was also a bright side to the suite: a sitting room, equipped with a couch, two sofas and a couple of chairs. What's more, the designer of this chamber had an obvious cushion fetish. Every sitting place had at least one cushion per person, plus big, bouncy cushions on the floor, tiny embroidered ones on the shelves and even almost-completely-flat pillows hanging on the wall. Duo gave a squeal of joy when he saw the room. He loved cushions. His own room had a fair share of them.

The walls of the room were a pale but warm yellow. The sunlight was making them glow, giving the whole place an appearance of an open desert tent bathed in the light of the setting sun.

All in all, the suite was a distinctively royal place.

"I'm going to have a shower," Duo announced. Heero, meanwhile, noticed a neat package on the small table. He picked up a card that went with it.

'Dear Duo,' it read.
'Here's a little something from me to you. Something that should help you tonight - I dare say Heero would love to see you out of it.
Love, Dorothy'

Heero raised a brow and passed the message to the addressee. Bright violet eyes skimmed over the message quickly.

"Want to see now, or should I dress up first?"

"Hn."

"Thought so." Nimble fingers undid the ribbons and pulled the wrapping paper away. Inside was a warm, soft, flannel pink pair of pajamas with bunnies all over it. "Aww. It's cute. Don't you think Heero?"

"Hn."

"Right. Well, I'll be going now. I need to brush my hair and stuff. See you when I'm done!" Heero watched after him for a few seconds than walked to the other bathroom. It didn't take him long to shower. He dried himself carefully and left the bathroom, waiting for his husband to join him.

Duo didn't disappoint. He appeared few minutes later with his hair re-braided loosely, fluffy pink pajamas in place. He grinned at Heero.

"Shall we get started, or are we waiting for someone?"

Heero turned on his heel and marched back into the bathroom, sat down on the floor and meditated. On the purpose of weddings. And big, silk-covered beds. And fluffy pink pajamas. And Duos. Duos in said pajamas on said beds. Duos without said pajamas on said beds, throwing their heads back and moaning. Yes, there were some Heeros in the picture too. They were at that moment with their mouth near Duos' neck, nibbling.

"Heero! Get out of there!" The Perfect Soldier heard an annoyed voice through the door. "Come on! Oh hell, L1 has about a billion inhabitants and I had to get stuck with a guy who backs out before the wedding night. Damn." With that said, the voice quieted and sounds of footsteps walking away from the bathroom were heard.

A few minutes later Heero felt safe enough to go out. What he wasn't counting on was Duo falling asleep so quickly. He almost felt the need to smack himself. He should have remembered that Duo - if he deemed the place safe enough - would fall asleep at every and any time. Same went for the place. Mr. Yuy-Maxwell glared before crawling over to his peacefully slumbering spouse. He glared at one of the bunnies populating Duo's back, as if it all was its fault. The bunny seemed unconcerned and continued on munching its carrot.

Heero slowly undid the loose braid, putting the scrunchie next to himself, and ran his finger through the soft hair.

Duo purred, but didn't move.

Heero poked the bunny he was glaring at earlier. That particular bunny was situated directly in the middle of Duo's back.

Duo stirred. "Now you want some, eh? Well, now I'm sleeping. Good night." Heero glared. And stared. And stared some more. He was getting desperate. "If you think you can stare me into… AAGHH!"

Heero blinked and watched as his spouse disappeared under the bed. A minute later there was a bang when the doors to the suite flew open admitting the rest of the newlyweds, Relena and Dorothy in. (Relena and Dorothy decided to room together, and they were staying on the same floor as the couples. The advantages of being the world's most widely known politician.)

There is something to be said about Duo's lung capacity, even if the group happened to be walking past the doors to the suite.

They were put off a little when they saw Heero sitting on the bed, clad only in his boxers, and no Duo in sight. Wufei furrowed a brow.

"What have you done to Maxwell, Yuy!" he bellowed. However, before anymore could be said or done, Duo peeked from under the bed.

"Guys?"

"Duo!" The next few minutes had Duo pulled into the light, patted and hugged comfortingly. Everybody glared at Heero at least once.

The only reason he ended up in Heero's lap afterwards was the extremely threatening stare everyone who volunteered was given.

"What happened?" Quatre asked softly, still glaring at the brown-haired boy.

"Heero scared me," was the mumbled response.

"What did he do?" Behold! Detective Sherlock Quatre is on the case. Nothing will escape his scrutiny.

"He gave me a puppy face," Duo answered somberly. The room stared at him for a long while. Then it started to laugh, represented by six young people. "Hey! It's not funny, you know! I'm getting freaked out here! And you're not helping any!"

"A puppy face?" Dorothy managed in between aristocratically contained giggles. "That would have been scary, if it wasn't Heero you were speaking of. Wait, then it wouldn't." She paused and tried to go through her sentence again. This brought her to a conclusion rather fast. "Duo, the marriage is doing bad things to your head. You're delusional."

The boy scowled. "I am not kidding."

"Okay. Maybe the wedding night wasn't such a bright idea, after all. Duo, you go and sleep in Dorothy's room, and Relena will stay here," Quatre advised. The suggestion made Heero's blood boil.

"OUT!" he screamed. He dumped his spouse on the bed, jumped to his feet and started ushering people out of the door. None too gently. Duo sat where he was left, overwhelmed a bit. It was only when the door clicked shut he regained control of himself. Heero returned breathing harshly.

"Uh, Heero?" Duo asked tentatively. "Are you mad or something? Cause, you know, I can leave and come back later, okay? Uh, why are you looking at me like that? I'm not a spider, you know? Heero?" The dark haired boy advanced menacingly. His husband backed further and further, until he hit the headboard. A few seconds later, the pair was nose to nose.

Heero stared into Duo's eyes for a short while. Then he moved forward a bit more and pressed his lips to his husband's. He rubbed them together tenderly, before prying Duo's mouth open with his tongue. He was still leaning forward, balancing on his hands and knees, while the other boy was practically glued to the headboard. Heero moved, linking his arms around his husband's back and pulling him forward. He fell on his back with Duo on top of him. His palms found their way under the pink pajamas, running his hands over the smooth skin they found there.

Duo started squirming, trying to get away from Heero's grasp. Heero, mildly confused, allowed his husband to rise.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Not that wrong. I just need to braid my hair," Duo replied collecting all of the hair behind his back. He divided it into three parts and started braiding deftly. Heero frowned.

"I want you to leave it down."

"No way! It's going to be hell to deal with!"

Heero sighed. He was going to consent… for now. But later, he would put one hell of a fight over it! Even if he was to brush it afterwards on his own. Which did have a certain ring to it… Heero woke from his planning and was suddenly treated to the sight of Duo's bottom waving in the air. "Where is my scrunchie?" The dark haired man blinked. He located the small black thing quickly and tied it around the end of the braid.

"Are you happy now?" he asked gruffly. Duo beamed.

"Very," he said leaning forward again, so that their lips could meet again. They kissed for a short while, until Heero flipped them over, so that he ended up on top once more. He straddled Duo's hips and sat up, moving his hands to undo the buttons on the pink garment. "Well, looks like Dorothy knew what she was doing," Duo muttered to himself, "However, according to that theory, Relena should be getting jumped every second turn, or so."

He yelped when Heero suddenly yanked him forward. Their tongues started another duel as the top was removed from its owner's torso and landed on the floor. Duo fell backwards, throwing his arms above his head. He looked at Heero from under heavy eyelids.

"You like what you see?"

"Hn," Heero replied, latching onto Duo's sweet mouth once again. His hands stopped on the boy's chest, stroking the pink nipples delicately. Duo's hands in turn encircled his back, dipping his fingers lightly into Heero's boxers. Then they left, moving upwards into the dark brown hair. Heero rocked his hips sharply, drawing a surprised gasp from Duo, when he felt the hardness rubbing against his groin. Heero grinned insanely, eliciting a very frightened gulp from Duo. That expression on the Perfect Soldier could only mean one thing - someone was going to get blown up.

"You sure you need me here? I, uh, forgot to turn off the stove at home?" Duo tried carefully. His partner ceased all movements and gazed at him steadily, supporting himself on his hands and knees.

"Yes. I need you here. Very much so," Heero said, punctuating each word with a kiss. He swiped his tongue over Duo's jaw, working his way to his lips again. "It's not like you don't, right?" he asked rubbing his hips against the other boy's lightly. Duo blushed heavily, realizing how aroused they both were. Heero sat back on his heels, pulling Duo before him. He ran his hands over his lover's chest again, teasing the nipples until they were hard, only then leaving to caress Duo's sides. The boy giggled helplessly when Heero ran his hands over his ticklish spots. His own palms jerked sharply on Heero's chest, dropping down to his hips, clutching the black material there. As much fun tickling Duo was, Heero didn't want to end their first time because Duo was reduced to a helpless, sleepy kitten, which happened virtually every time after a tickle war. Since he was already reaching the 'helplessly giggling' stage, Heero did one thing that would surely take both their minds of tickling and giggling.

He slipped his hands into Duo's pajamas.

The giggles were forgotten in a flash. Duo's eyes opened wide, before he clenched them shut and rested his forehead against Heero's shoulder, panting lightly. Heero, sensing that Duo was in no condition to do anything, gently lowered him onto the linens and eased the trousers from his legs. He threw them aside, bringing his head down to smother Duo's chest with wet kisses. However, he didn't take into account that Duo had the shortest adaptation time know to mankind. The only warning Heero got before he felt a soft palm closing around his erection was a hand burying itself in his hair. He looked at his partner startled, as soon as he felt he could grunt coherently. Said partner grinned.

"Told you I know what's going on," he said.

"Oh, really," Heero countered panting, grabbing both of Duo's wrists and holding them with one hand easily.

"Hey! That's not fair!" Duo tried to wriggle out of the hold, but Heero had him pinned to the bed.

"It's more fun this way."

"Yeah, right. Hee…ro," Duo finished weakly as Heero's other hand started to stroke his cock rhythmically, while the other boy was rubbing his silk-clad erection lightly against his bottom. Heero smirked. Life was good. When he was certain that he would hear nothing more (save for some delicious ego-boosting moans) from Duo's lips, he let go of his wrists and moved to the cupboard to retrieve a bottle of lube. He carefully weighed the advantages and disadvantages of rose and peach, bearing in mind that Duo couldn't stand the artificial smell of strawberries. [1]

"I knew there was something wrong," he muttered darkly. "Where the hell is something that's not aromatized?" He threw everything upside down, until finally his fingers closed over a small, inconspicuous bottle. He turned back to the bed in triumph, but any words (or grunts) he might have wanted to use escaped him, as he gazed upon the still figure of his husband, spread wantonly on the bed, waiting patiently. His rosy lips were parted, drawing soft breaths, while his violet eyes never left Heero's. He smiled tenderly and extended his hand in invitation. And he was all Heero's.

The Japanese boy rid himself of his boxer shorts and settled between his husband's legs. He leaned forward, pressing his mouth to Duo's, coaxing it open with his tongue. The bottle slipped through his fingers as he was finally able to feel Duo with every part of his body. Heero thought he might die just then. After all, this was what he dreamed of doing for the past… two years? He sat back purposefully, dragging his hands slowly down Duo's body, drawing lazy circles on the heated skin. The dark-haired man placed a sloppy kiss on his husband's navel, sliding his tongue upwards, to encircle his nipple. Duo moaned softly, feeling gentle tugging at his breast. He brought his hand up and clutched Heero's arm tightly.

"You okay?" Heero asked suddenly. Duo lifted his eyes and nodded slightly. Heero sat up reaching for the bottle of lube, unscrewing it almost immediately. Duo hosted himself on his elbows, but dropped back down almost immediately when his husband slid one of his slick fingers into him.

"Oh, fuck!" he exclaimed.

"That's one way to put it," Heero agreed. "I would, however, prefer the term 'lovemaking.'"

"Now you're getting a sense of humor. Who would have thought," Duo panted, putting as much sarcasm between the sharply drawn breaths as he could muster. "I do hope you realize that one, I'm a fucking teenager and two, I have never had sex before!"

"Your point?" Heero slipped a second finger into Duo, preparing him. Duo arched his back and gave a low moan.

"I can't, and won't, stand that for long!" Heero didn't answer; he just kissed him instead.

"Just a little more," he whispered, making scissoring motions with his fingers and slipping a third finger in, once he was sure Duo could take it. He still wasn't sure if he was adequately prepared when he kneeled between his spread legs.

"If you're trying to tell me that it's going to hurt, cut the bullshit and get on with it," Duo said. "I know."

"I don't want it to hurt you."

"I know that too." Heero didn't answer. He used some of the lube to slick his cock and positioned himself carefully at Duo's entrance. He pushed forward slightly, all the time watching his husband's face carefully. Seeing nothing but slight discomfort, he continued the penetration, stopping only when he was fully buried in his lover's body. Duo clutched his neck like a lifeline, whimpering slightly. Heero ran his hands soothingly down his back and legs, which were wrapped around his waist tightly.

Duo bit his lip, slowly getting adjusted to the new feeling. The pain was fading slowly so he managed to bring his lips to Heero's, kissing the breath out of him. Heero took it as permission to move. He started with shallow thrusts, just to ensure that he really wasn't hurting Duo, building up strength and speed along the way. He sneaked his hand in between their bodies to close around Duo's erection. He mentally checked another point on his 'Not to Forget While Having Sex with Duo' List. He reviewed it mentally, nodding after each point.

"Would you please stop doing that?" Duo groused. Heero turned his face up, surprised. Duo was still able to think? "You make me feel like piece of paper in a typewriter!" Heero sucked lightly on the juncture of Duo's neck instead of answering. He drew back a little more and thrust into the boy, making the long-haired boy virtually levitate above the bed in excitement. He grinned mentally, nodding as another point was checked.

No 17. Hit Duo's prostate.

What that hit didn't do for Duo, Heero's hand did. He came hard, falling onto the bed with a soft moan, blinking sleepily at his lover as he shuddered when his own orgasm hit him. Heero gathered his precious sprite to his chest and used some of the tissues (which he also found in the cupboard) to clean them up a little, before settling under the miraculously cool covers.

Duo had his eyes closed already, and he was groping blindly for Heero, wishing for him to come and snuggle. The boy complied, wrapping his arms carefully around Duo's waist and kissing him on the forehead.

"Goodnight."

"G'dn'ght," Duo muttered sleepily, making himself comfortable in Heero's grasp. The newlyweds fell asleep quickly, hoping that tomorrow wouldn't be too keen on arriving. They were perfectly content with the moment.

***To Be Continued***

[1] As much I love strawberries, I can't stand anything strawberry-scented. I don't know why, but shampoos, crèmes or lipsticks make me sick. Odd.