Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Contemplation Indigo ❯ Hybrid Opal ( Chapter 26 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: drl451

Hybrid Opal

By DRL

Chapter 26 of Contemplation Indigo

Heero kicked the already-ajar bedroom door open wider, and elbowed his way into the room.

"Get it while it's hot!" He announced, as he crossed to the bed and set down the heavily-laden tray. Duo looked around with a lascivious smirk.

"It's always hot.” He said and he waggled his eyebrows ridiculously.

Heero clicked his tongue, but without any real rancour. He cleared a space on the bed, which was littered with the Sunday broadsheets, along with their ubiquitous colour supplements, and arranged himself carefully, mindful of the breakfast tray he had just set down. From his recumbent position - back against the headboard supported by a pillow, legs outstretched and crossed at the ankles, he interlaced his fingers behind his head and watched as his husband helped himself from the foodstuffs on the tray.

Carefully and methodically, as if he were conducting a scientific experiment, the braided man took a pancake from the pile on the tray and placed it upon his plate. Then he took a second and placed it beside the first, cut a portion of butter and spread it over the surface of the first pancake, then poured a generous helping of syrup over the second. He then, (and this never failed to raise a smile from Heero) attempted to sandwich the two pancakes while maintaining both intact and trying to keep the fillings from dripping. Heero had watched Duo perform this pantomime many, many times, over the years they had known each other. He had never suggested it and the thought had clearly not occurred to his husband, but Heero wondered yet again why Duo did not simply pick up the pancake that had been buttered and put it on top of the other, thereby making his required pancake sandwich, with no loss of filling, and no pancake damage. Instead, the braided man always focussed on the syruped pancake, which invariably stuck to the plate, or otherwise disintegrated whenever he attempted to place it on top of the buttered pancake. Heero forbore to make the suggestion on this occasion also, content to watch and stifle any laughter that bubbled to the surface.

Duo made quite a success of his sandwich this time all things considered, and Heero suppressed the urge to break into a round of applause. Instead, concluding that it was unlikely to kill him, he served himself up a pancake, smeared it with butter and drizzled on some syrup. As he ate he watched Duo, allowing his eyes to roam across the other man's naked body.

Duo was lying face-down on the bed, top-to-tail with Heero, legs crooked at the knees and feet crossed at the ankles. He supported his upper body on his elbows as he slowly turned the pages of a large, hardcovered book. In this position, Heero thought, his husband looked just like the schoolboy he was at heart, despite his thirty years. His eyes travelled along Duo's well-turned ankles and shapely calves, along the backs of his muscular thighs, up and over the pert, smooth mounds of his buttocks, and through the valley formed by his spine. As Heero watched, Duo absently speared forkfuls of pancake and lifted them to his mouth, masticating and swallowing mechanically as he gave his undivided attention to the tome lying open on the bed before him. He suddenly became aware of Duo's periodic muttering.

"Shit! Who'd wanna do that?" He said in a murmured undertone. Then Heero heard, “Ouch! That's gotta hurt!"

His curiosity was piqued. Duo was not much of a reader, and Heero was intrigued to know what book it was that had so captured his husband's attention.

"Duo..." He said, his voice at a conversational level. The other man continued eating and turning pages, content in his own little world of book and breakfast. "Duo!" Heero said again, raising his voice a little and this time he reached out a hand and ran it lightly along his husband's elevated calf. Duo raised his eyes from his book and looked behind him to where Heero was seated. His eyebrows were raised in enquiry.

"What?" He asked.

"What's that book you're reading?” Heero asked.

Duo carefully marked his page with a bookmark made from a strip of heavy, ivory-coloured linen, beautifully decorated with needlepoint flowers in brightly coloured silks, closed the book and handed it to Heero. He then shifted his position on the bed, taking care not to upset the tray of foodstuffs, so that he now sat cross-legged, facing Heero. Heero took the book, but his eyes were trained at Duo's crotch where his husband's cross-legged posture exposed his bare genitals to Heero's gaze quite nicely. Telling himself to hold that thought, he inspected the book's dust-jacket, reading the title.

"'Encyclopaedia of Unusual Sex Practices*'...."He read aloud, slowly and deliberately. He raised his eyes and fixed Duo with a wry look. The other man nodded enthusiastically.

"Yeah, it's really interesting." He said. “It tells you about all sorts of weird stuff. Look, it has pictures too”.

"Duo, where on earth did you find an encyclopaedia of sex?" Heero asked.

"No, not sex, 'Unusual Sex Practices'." Duo reached out a hand and ran a finger under the words as he uttered them, by way of illustration.

"Same difference." Heero muttered sotto voce. "So, where did you find it?" He asked as he studied the cover of the book, turning it over to inspect the back of the dust-jacket.

"You know that big new bookshop in town - the one that used to be Stimpsons, you know, with the curved windows out front?” Heero nodded. "Well I went in there yesterday to get some coffee, and I got to browsing amongst the shelves. I came across it and I thought it might be interesting, so I bought it." Heero looked at him with a puzzled frown.

"You went to a bookshop to get coffee?” He asked.

"Sure,” Duo replied briskly, "There's a Starbucks in the basement."

"Of course there is." Heero said in a voice dripping with irony. "I'm sure there'll soon be a Starbucks on the moon." He rearranged the pillows at his back and shifted his position a little. Then he settled back, opened the book, selected an entry at random and began reading aloud.

“`HYBRISTOPHILIA - Hybristophilia is a paraphilia of the marauding/predatory type in which sexuoteric arousal and facilitation and attainment of orgasm are responsive to, and dependent upon, being with a partner known to have committed an outrage or crime, such as rape, murder, or armed robbery…' Hmmm, doesn't say anything about terrorism.” Heero muttered. He turned a few more pages and read again. ”`MUCOPHAGY - Mucophagy, consuming nasal mucosa, is done as a matter of course in nasolingus. Others may engage in mucopaghy because of the implied self degradation, or simply the novelty of it. Like consumption of other body secretions, mucophagy can be used to demonstrate total acceptance and love of a partner. (See also COCKTAILS, COPROPHAGY, UROPHILIA and VAMPIRISM)”

As Heero read, Duo moved round to sit beside him, snuggled into his side and rested his head on his shoulder. Heero paused in his reading and smiled down at the braided man. This was a nice way to spend a Sunday morning - breakfast in bed and a snuggle with his husband. Much as he was loath to admit it, he actually enjoyed a good snuggle as much as Duo did. Today he particularly appreciated it, since there had been something of an East wind blowing between Duo and he for the past day or so, and Heero took it as confirmation that all was well again between them.

As was usual, the actual cause of the disagreement was something and nothing. Heero had arrived home from his office on Friday evening in a foul temper and spoiling for a fight. Duo, in none too clever a mood himself, was more than happy to oblige, and they spent the evening hurling insults and crockery at each other. They spent the night in separate bedrooms, and the next day, Saturday, they each kept to themselves and pursued their own, individual diversions.

The breach was healed at least in part when they both, independently, fetched up at the Barton-Winner mansion in the afternoon, Duo just to 'shoot the breeze' with Quatre and Heero in response to a summons from Trowa in connection with the engine of an early model Aston Martin he was in the process of restoring. Quatre and Trowa went to work on the pair of them and by dinner time the frost had thawed sufficiently to allow them to sit at the dinner table together without squabbling. They travelled home in the separate vehicles they had arrived in and Duo went straight to bed. Not wanting to allow the sun to set on his wrath a second time, Heero undressed and slipped into bed beside him. Thus they returned to sharing a bed, if no more than that.

They had fallen asleep at opposite edges of the vast bed, their backs to each other, but Heero had awoken in the early hours of the following morning to find Duo's limbs entwined with his and the other man's head resting on his chest. Duo woke shortly afterwards and the two of them were soon fondling and kissing each other passionately, and from there to making wild, torrid love was but a short step. Spent and tired, they fell asleep again, and when again they woke, Heero decided to treat Duo to his favourite breakfast, served in bed.

"So what, think you'd like to try it?" Duo asked as he shifted against Heero, the better to see the book's pages. “I'll consume any of your bodily secretions you care to name if it will convince you of my total acceptance and love.” Heero gave a derisive snort.

"Absolutely not!" He said with feeling. "Not that, but perhaps..." He leafed slowly through the book. Duo, his interest piqued, sat up a little and looked at Heero, his eyes bright with mischief.

"Perhaps what?" He asked. Heero silently turned page after page, making no reply. "What?" Duo asked testily, giving Heero's arm a playful swat. "What is it you wanna try?" He lowered his voice suggestively. "You know I'm game for anything."

Heero smiled enigmatically across at him and, turning back to the book, continued to read. Duo settled back against Heero's side, his head on the other man's shoulder. Heero reached out an arm and snaked it around Duo's shoulders, drawing him close. He crooked his legs at the knees, rested the book against his thighs and read on, turning the pages with his free hand. Duo, content to relinquish his book to his husband, closed his eyes.

Looking round at Duo some time later, Heero noticed his lowered eyelids and even breathing, and chewed his lower lip guiltily. He had become so engrossed in the book that Duo had succumbed to ennui while patiently waiting for a scrap of attention, and had dozed off. Hastily dog-earing a page, he closed the book, laid it on the nightstand and rose, taking care to prop Duo up against the pillows as he did so. He padded silently towards the bathroom and as he walked one violet eye - wide, bright and fully alert - slid open and watched him retreat.

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"Thank god for Sunday trading." Duo sighed as he loaded his purchases into the boot of his car. Some of the things he needed could definitely be called `specialist' items and there was a time, way back in Duo's youth now (although he usually pushed all such thoughts to the back of his mind), when Sunday was taken seriously as a day of rest and such things could not be purchased on a Sunday for love nor money.

He had taken his time browsing the stores and had even taken the opportunity to get in some groceries for the coming week. He had plenty of time, since Trowa would keep Heero occupied for a few hours yet. He had surreptitiously phoned the green-eyed ex-pilot that morning while Heero was in the shower, and had told him that he needed Heero out of the way for an hour or so that afternoon. His friend was more than happy to oblige and half an hour later he telephoned back and casually asked Heero to pop round a little later to give his assistance with the Aston Martin again. With Heero thus occupied (and having assured him several times that no, he didn't want to come along too), Duo set about making good use of the time he had gained.

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Heero left the Barton-Winner mansion in a carefree mood. He had spent an enjoyable afternoon tinkering with the engine of the old car with Trowa, then enjoyed an excellent meal with him and Quatre, and was now heading for home in fine spirits. As he drove his thoughts turned to Duo and he frowned. When Trowa had phoned to invite him over, Heero had immediately extended the invitation to Duo and had been surprised when he had refused, saying,

"No it's alright, you go ahead. I want to work on a piece in the studio. You might as well have dinner with them too,” He had added, "I don't know when I'll be finished."

Heero had been surprised, but not unduly concerned that Duo had declined to accompany him. Duo's fits of creative inspiration were compelling and they had seen Quatre and Trowa only yesterday, so Duo's decision to spend his Sunday at work in his studio instead of with Heero and their friends caused in Heero a raised eyebrow, but little more.

He let himself into the apartment... and stopped short. The entrance lobby, as well as one or two other spaces in the apartment, was fitted with reactive lighting but, contrary to his expectations, the area did not flood with light as he entered. It was lit however, albeit dimly, by the flickering light of a tall, white, church candle, mounted on a saucer-shaped holder that had been placed in the centre of a console table. He looked towards the vast, open-plan living space and saw that this too was in darkness, but he detected the orange glow and undulating movement of candlelight here also. Oh ho, he thought, Duo was up to some devilment and there was sex at the back of it, or he didn't know his man.

He walked confidently into the living room, his progress by no means inhibited by the subdued lighting, for Duo had been economical with his candles, and only one was used to illuminate the entire space, with the result that most of it was thrown into shadow. However, this was Heero's home and he was familiar enough with the layout that he could have found his way blindfolded, without the least difficulty.

Whatever Duo had been planning was clearly going to take place upstairs because a candle had been placed on each stair leading up to the upper level of the duplex. There were two of these stairwells - one on either side of the living room - and what puzzled Heero, as he dutifully climbed the stairs, was that the stairwell he was ascending was not the one that led to their bedroom. As he reached the top of the stairs he saw that the open doorway of one of the guest bedrooms was emanating a brilliant gleam into the dark companionway. He took a deep breath then headed straight for it.

As he stepped into the room he gasped in wonder. The room was brilliantly lit, as though by fluorescent lights, but once again the only light source was candles. The room was large, but sparsely furnished and an entire corner of it was given over to candles. A myriad of cool-white, wax pillars, each topped with a darting tongue of flame, lending the room an ambience and atmosphere that it certainly did not possess in regular daylight. The candles - Heero estimated that there were at least one hundred of them, perhaps more - were all of equal breadth, but ranged in height from a few inches to several feet. They were strategically placed so that the taller ones stood at the back and the others spread out in front in a random but generally descending order of size. The effect was quite stunning and Heero stood motionless in the doorway, staring at the arrangement for some moments.

He noticed Duo sitting cross-legged on the floor a few feet from the sea of candles. As Heero's gaze fell upon him, Duo rose in one fluid movement and as he did so, Heero stared in wonder once again, but this time it was Duo's appearance that had roused him. His husband was dressed in a manner that Heero had never seen before, which is not to say that he had never imagined it, or fantasised about it. Their sex-life, while always spirited and imaginative, had never, in all their years together, involved... well, whatever it was that Duo appeared to be up to today.

He wore a pair of extremely brief, scandalously tight shorts that appeared to be made from leather. Either leather or rubber - Heero could not tell, but whatever material they were made from, Duo looked ravishing in them. They were cut very high on the leg and very low on the hip. As Heero peered closer he noticed the metal teeth of a zip. They held the shorts together at the groin, then disappeared between Duo's legs. Apart from the shorts, he wore very little else. A pair of boots, laced to mid-calf and a leather collar buckled around his throat completed the ensemble. Added to this (Heero peered closer), was that a touch of kohl around Duo's eyes, and yes, there was definitely a glossy, rosy tint to his lips that had nothing to do with mother nature.

As he sat on the floor Duo had been looking up at Heero as he regarded the candles, but an open book rested in his lap and he had obviously been using it to occupy himself while waiting. Heero glanced down at the book that was now in Duo's hand and his lips quirked as he read the title - 'Encyclopaedia of Unusual Sex Practices'. Heero realised that he was in for an interesting evening. Duo took a few steps towards him.

“I though you were never gonna get here.” He said, as casually as if he were informing Heero that his dinner was in the oven, not standing semi-nude in a candlelit room. He held his arms out from his sides a little and spun lightly on the toes of his boots. “What do you think?” He asked.

As he spun, Heero noticed that Duo had arranged his hair differently also. Instead of his customary braid, his hair was caught up in a pony-tail placed high on the back of his head and held in place by a strip of leather fastened with a buckle, a smaller version of the collar around his neck. The ends were left free and unbraided. Heero was impressed with the entire ensemble, but he took a moment or two to savour the sight before him before confirming this.

“Heero…?” Duo chewed his lower lip, looking distinctly nervous. Heero smiled lasciviously.

“You look… stunning.” He said in a low voice. It was all he could do not to unzip those shorts and take Duo right there on the guest bed. As Duo had given him a twirl a moment before, Heero had observed that the metal zipper of the shorts, which had seemed to disappear between Duo's legs, actually reappeared at the back, went all the way up, between the cheeks of his leather-clad buttocks to end at the waistband once more. In short, the only thing holding together the two halves of the only garment Duo was wearing was that little zip. As the possibilities of this mulled their way through Heero's mind, Duo began speaking again.

“Really?” He smiled happily, obviously relieved at Heero's approbation. “Good. I'm glad. I went to the store but I didn't really know what to buy. I saw that you'd marked a couple pages…” He raised the book slightly by way of clarification, “But I don't know all that much about this sort of stuff.” As Heero wondered exactly what sort of `stuff' Duo was talking about, he watched as the other man turned away and stalked towards the bed. He crossed half the distance, then turned round to look at Heero. “Come on.” He said, and he held out his hand.

Heero advanced, took it and allowed himself to be led towards the bed. As puzzled as he was, he decided to just go along with whatever it was that Duo had in mind. He trusted his husband not to put him up for anything too dire (although thoughts of Brazilian waxing came rushing to the fore at that point). When they reached the bed Duo stopped, spun round to face Heero and used the hand still held to pull him close. Heero was no sluggard. He immediately released Duo's hand and, placing both of his on Duo's buttocks, pulled him closer still, their bodies pressed tightly together. Leather - the fabric of Duo's shorts was definitely leather, and Heero relished the smoothness of the tightly-stretched hide beneath his fingers.

“Oh baby,” Duo growled, “I see you're ready for me.” With a swirl of his hips he ground his groin against Heero's. Heero was indeed ready.

As he regarded Duo dressed as he was, he had been growing more and more aroused, until he was now thinking more along the lines of unzipping his own trousers rather than Duo's. Pulling Duo even closer still, he lowered his mouth onto the other man's, and kissed him fiercely. Duo responded avidly, and ground his hips against Heero's once again. Then suddenly he broke the kiss and twisted out of Heero's grasp.

“Oh no you don't,” He said playfully, “That's for later. For now, let's get these off you.” He pulled Heero's shirt tails from the waistband of his trousers. “As I said,” He said in a low purr, while he unbuckled Heero's belt, “I don't know much about this, but let's play it by ear.”

He swiftly removed Heero's clothes, (batting Heero's hands away when he tried to assist), then stood before him with a wide grin. He looked down at Heero's semi-erect penis, raised his hands to his hair and quickly unbuckled the leather band that encircled his ponytail. The hair stayed in place, so the leather band had obviously served a merely aesthetic purpose. He re-buckled it around the base of Heero's penis so that it formed a cockring, then he grasped the organ gently and began pumping lightly.

“Babe, I have to do a couple things that you might be a bit uncomfortable with at first, but you hafta trust me, `kay?” Duo stroked Heero's cheek with the fingertips of his free hand.

Heero frowned, but he nodded. He would trust Duo with his life and he had absolutely no qualms about trusting him, even though he had no idea what he had in mind. His frown was due to the fact that he was still wondering what exactly it was that Duo did have in mind.

“Great!” Duo said, and released his penis. “Now, lay down on the bed.” Heero did so while Duo moved over to a darkened corner of the room, where the beams of candlelight did not quite reach. As he reappeared into the light, Heero blenched at the sight of the objects in his husband's hands.

“Don't look like that babe,” Duo reassured him, “This is not what it looks like. I hafta use these because it will be better. Is that okay?”

Heero nodded again and refrained from screaming `WHAT WILL BE BETTER?' The objects in Duo's hands appeared to be handcuffs, but the chain holding the cuffs together was at least a foot long, rather than the customary inch or two. The chain links were also much larger than was usual and the metal cuffs were cushioned with wadding covered with black velvet all along the inner edge.

“Duo, where did you say you went shopping today?” Heero asked as Duo disentangled the chains of the handcuffs. He had clearly purchased two pairs and Heero watched with mounting curiosity as one cuff from each pair was fastened around each of his wrists.

“Oh, you remember that fetish store we came across in Soho that day? The one with the big fist…?”

Heero swallowed hard. He remembered the store all too well. The fist Duo mentioned was a life-sized, latex model of a muscular forearm, with the hand balled into a fist, that they had come upon while browsing through the store's merchandise. The couple spent many minutes speculating as to why such a thing would ever be required, since any `fetishists' finding themselves in need would undoubtedly have hands and arms of their own, which would make perfectly serviceable fists. As they were leaving the store Duo asked the assistant if anyone ever bought the fist.

“Sure, we sell loads of them. It's one of our biggest sellers.” He enthused, and then offered them a substantial discount on one, since they were so interested. As Duo opened his mouth to respond, a hand inching towards his wallet, Heero fairly dragged him out of the store; he had seen the glint in his eye.

“… I got pretty much everything there, `cept the candles - the big ones, anyway.” Duo continued. As Heero recalled the other `apparatus' on sale at the store, he nodded. Yes, his husband had been on a spree alright, and he wondered what other delights Duo had in store for him.

Duo fastened the free end of each pair of cuffs to each of the bedposts, so that Heero was tethered in a cruciform posture and as he did so Duo constantly reassured him that it was necessary, and that he was not to worry. He then returned to the darkened corner, and Heero held his breath as he wondered what Duo might emerge with this time. It was a blindfold. It looked just like a strip of black velvet fabric, but Heero knew what it was destined for by the apologetic look on the other man's face as he held it aloft so Heero could see.

“I hafta do this babe…” Duo began, but Heero smiled at him.

“Just go for it.” He said. Duo gave him a grateful smile and fastened the blindfold into place. “Now,” He said, and Heero felt the mattress move as Duo settled onto the bed beside him, “How do you feel? You okay?”

“Yes, I'm fine.” He said and he actually was, in a manner of speaking.

Duo was right about his not being particularly comfortable with the things he was about to do. He was none too keen on being restrained, and restrained and blindfolded was even worse. However, he actually felt quite relaxed, and if he was honest, a little aroused too (well, a little more aroused). He felt extremely vulnerable, being completely at Duo's mercy. He realised that Duo could do absolutely anything he wanted to him at this present moment - even slit his throat if he had a mind to - but he still felt perfectly at ease. He had thought that he had absolute trust in his husband, but this confirmed it and it made him feel contented.

“Good.” He heard Duo whisper close to his hear, and his hot breath sent a shiver of excitement through Heero's body. “Now the fun starts.”

He felt the movement of the mattress as Duo rose, and then silence fell. He felt himself straining to catch any slight sound, as a means of ascertaining what might be happening in the room, since he was incapable of seeing. He recalled Wufei explaining how strange it was not being able to see, just after he had undergone corneal transplant surgery and was still wearing shields on both eyes while he recovered. He recalled him saying how sexy he found it, not being able to see Treize when he kissed him.

“It could be just about anyone,” He had said, “And that's part of the eroticism.”

Heero found that he was looking forward to putting this to the test. If he had his hands free he would have pulled Duo in for a kiss right then and there…, but where was Duo? He strained his ears, but heard nothing. Then suddenly he felt something on his leg - something warm and moist. He jerked involuntarily and gave a startled cry, before realising that it was only Duo's tongue. Duo had drawn the tip of his tongue across the tattoo that Heero had recently commissioned. The tattoo, a scythe intertwined with the Roman numeral `II' was on the inner thigh of his right leg and was an oblique reference to Duo. At Heero's start, Duo placed a quelling hand upon his thigh.

“Shhh,” He whispered, “Just relax and feel the sensations.”

He ran his tongue along the tattoo again, and this time Heero did as Duo suggested. He shivered with pleasure as Duo's tongue then travelled along the underside of his cock, along the centre of his stomach and then lightly across each nipple. Recalling again what Wufei had said about his sightless experiences, he realised that his Chinese friend was absolutely right. The other senses were heightened when the sense of sight was removed. Heero felt that his hearing was keener and his response to Duo's touch was much sharper than it usually was, and he was sure that this was due to the fact that he was not able to see. He had to admit that the experience was not at all unpleasant.

He felt Duo move off the bed again, then nothing happened for a moment or two. Suddenly, a strangled yelp escaped him as a jolt of pain shot through his chest. Reflexively, he tried to bring his hands to the point of pain, but his bonds prevented him from doing so, and the pain slowly dissipated.

“Duo!” He cried sharply, “What the hell are you doing? What was that?” He swivelled his head wildly on the pillow that Duo had thoughtfully placed beneath it at the start of the session, trying to place his husband's position.

“Shhh babe,” Duo replied gently, and Heero immediately turned his head in the direction of his voice. “Calm down, just feel…”

Heero felt Duo's fingers gliding smoothly along his cheek, and despite the sensation in his chest, which was now just a mild smarting, he felt himself ease. Just as his breathing began to even out, he drew it in again in a sharp hiss as the pain shot through him again. This time though, he did as Duo suggested and instead of reacting to the initial feeling of pain, he took a moment to think about the actual sensation. He immediately realised that whatever it was that had caused the pain, the target areas had been his nipples. He hadn't realised this at first, but now he felt the residual smarting on both sides of his chest centred on his nipples. Again, the sensation, once the throb of the pain had subsided, was not unpleasant.

“How do you feel?” Duo asked.

“… okay.” Heero replied after a momentary hesitation.

Again Heero hissed as the pain came once more, this time on his stomach, in a straight line from just below his belly-button, for a distance of about six inches.

“Shhh,” Duo repeated in a mockingly censorious tone, “Don't make me have to gag you.”

Heero bit back the sharp retort that sprang to his lips. He knew now what was happening. In reverse order, Duo was targeting the areas where his tongue had earlier been. He had also identified the pain - it was burning. He was being burned. He couldn't tell at first, but now the residual sensation was not pain but warmth - warmth enveloping the immediate area where the initial sharpness of the pain began. He also thought he knew what was causing the burning, and he held his breath and squeezed his eyes tightly shut beneath his blindfold, because he knew the area that was next on the list. This time he suppressed the exclamation of pain that rose in his throat. The pain shot swiftly through his penis, quickly followed by the warmth. Yes, the warmth was definitely not an unpleasant sensation.

“Good babe,” Duo murmured, “That's real good. Just lay there and feel…”

Heero felt, as Duo had suggested. His nipples and stomach had cooled now, and he could feel the incrustations of the molten wax that he was sure Duo had been pouring onto his body. Only this could have caused the sensations he had been feeling.

“What was that, candle wax?” He asked.

“Very good.” Duo replied with a nod of approval that Heero couldn't see. “Are you ready for some more?”

Before Heero had even the chance to open his mouth for a response, he felt the heavy drops of more wax falling onto his cock, but this time only intense warmth resulted, rather than the painful heat of previously. His cock twitched as the warmth spread. He was not fully erect and Duo's first drops had fallen on the upper surface of his shaft. The second drops had fallen on the first, hence the warmth and absence of pain. Heero knew this because he felt the actual drops fall this time. He was shielded from the pain by the layer of cooling wax that had previously fallen. As he wallowed in the warmth that spread through his penis, he felt the drops as Duo poured the wax onto his stomach, then his nipples. The warmth that spread through his nipples was exquisite, and as he savoured this, his cock twitched once again. He was almost fully erect now. Duo gave a rich, throaty chuckle.

“Ah,” He said, “You like that, I see.” Heero felt Duo's tongue along the underside of his stiffening cock, then the weight of more drops of wax on his stomach.

The warmth from the droplets was barely discernible now, due to the layers of wax from Duo's previous applications, and Heero was conscious of a keen sense of disappointment. He found that he had been eagerly anticipating the concentrated warmth from the wax and the strong feeling of intense arousal that it evoked within him. He felt the bed stir as Duo moved again and in the ensuing silence (Duo had lost none of his stealth abilities over the years), Heero lay still, taught with anticipation for what might happen next. He didn't have to wait long.

“Arghh!” He cried, but it was more a cry of pleasure than of pain. Something had struck and brushed across his erection, at once both tickling and scratching him. He was fully erect now, the head of his cock large, purple and swollen. The object brushed against him again on its backswing, and the resulting friction was thrilling. The sensation came again, and through his haze of pleasure Heero noted that the object, although he couldn't name it, appeared to be a brush of some kind, with soft but stiff bristles. He moaned in ecstasy again, and bucked his hips upward in an attempt to meet the blows head on. In response, Duo struck harder and faster, whipping back and forth on Heero's penis with his switch. His purpose became plain when Heero realised that the deposits of wax were falling away as Duo struck; he felt the pieces of wax as they fell against his body.

Ominously, but at the same time tantalisingly silent, Duo switched his attentions to the wax deposits on his stomach and nipples, his lashes causing Heero to writhe, thrash and groan with an unprecedented lack of inhibition. It was Duo who was usually vocal during sex, not Heero, but the feeling of the switch against his nipples came near to driving Heero wild. If not for the ring of leather that Duo had transferred from his hair to Heero's penis, Heero was sure that he would have been finished long ago. Duo's binding of his hands and eyes was a masterstroke, and Heero now knew what Duo meant by `it will be better'. He could neither see nor touch - all he could do was to lay back and feel, just as Duo kept insisting he did. The cockring was also a revelation. He had worn them before, of course, but never before had he experienced quite the sensation of tightness and extreme engorgement that he now felt. He felt as though his cock was about to explode, and the whipping he was currently receiving only served to intensify the feeling.

Duo was not striking with enough force to inflict pain, but as his husband relentlessly rained part stroking, part whipping blows on his penis, nipples and stomach, a tingling sensation began to set in, which quickly became a sharp stinging. Once again, to his surprise, Heero realised that the stinging was not unpleasant.

Throughout his experience Heero had been surprised to find that the pain Duo was inflicting was actually resulting in feelings of pleasure he would hardly have credited. He had, of course, heard of people who equated pain with pleasure and of the activities that such people indulged in, but he never imagined that he might share their proclivities. He found this thought somewhat disquieting.

The whipping did not continue for long and as abruptly as it had begun, it ceased. All went silent again. Heero once again strained his ears to try to discern any trace of Duo's movements or actions, but the other man moved with the stealth of a lion.

Then suddenly, another hiss of pain escaped him as a sharp burning pain seared through his chest. He knew what it was by now, but the pain was more intense this time. In quick succession, the pain burned across his stomach, and on the head of his penis. Heero wanted to throw back his head and howl, but he gritted his teeth against the pain. It was only for a moment, then the pain became intense, comforting warmth, coursing through his body and ebbing slowly, as the wax cooled. His nipples were stiff and engorged, as was his cock, and he sighed audibly as the warmth spread waves of ecstasy through him. He felt long, slender fingers rake gently through his hair, then Duo's voice came close to his hear.

“Well done babe,” He whispered, his hot breath adding to Heero's rapture, “You did real well.” He then felt Duo's deft fingers working at the knot of the blindfold, and then the cloth fell away.

Heero squinted against the brilliant light from the candles, blinking once or twice, then his eyes alighted on his husband. Duo's face was flushed and his eyes bright, and as Heero watched, he reached for the tab of the zipper on his shorts. Placing one foot on the edge of the bed, he slowly pulled the tab down over his groin, taking care to angle his body so that Heero had a clear view. The two halves of the garment, still joined at the waistband, sprang apart to reveal Duo's own erection. He pulled until he could reach no further, then turning, he reached behind him and pulled upwards, bending forwards slightly, the better to display himself to Heero's gaze. The fabric parted exposing the split of Duo's buttocks. Heero watched in a state of mesmerism as Duo reached round and inserted two lubricant-slathered fingers into the puckered aperture between. Duo quickly worked at the hole with his fingers while Heero watched. He then turned, swiftly removed the cock ring from the base of Heero's cock, and peeled the hardened wax from its swollen head. He then straddled Heero and impaled himself upon his engorged member. Thus Duo rode Heero swiftly to the most intense climax of his life.

Later that night, as they prepared for bed in their own bedroom, Heero leaned contemplatively against the door jamb of the dressing room and watched Duo as he brushed his hair before the vanity mirror.

“Duo,” He said eventually, finally voicing his thoughts, “I'm still a little puzzled about something you said earlier.”

“What's that babe?” Duo replied absently, as he worked at a knot with the hairbrush.

“You mentioned that I'd marked some pages in that encyclopaedia you've been reading.”

“Yeah.” Duo said with a sly grin. “That's where I got the idea from.”

“But I didn't mark any pages.” Duo looked up at him.

“Sure you did.” He said. “I picked up the book when you went off to have a shower this morning, and you'd marked a page. When I opened the book I saw that the page you'd marked was the `Hot Wax' page. You'd said you were interested in something you'd read, so… What? What's so funny?” Heero was suddenly laughing. He laughed so hard that he had to hold onto the door jamb to support himself.

“Duo,” He said, when his laughter had subsided, “Did you happen to notice what else was on that page?” Duo shrugged.

“No, not really.” He replied. Heero chuckled again.

“Well the entry for `Homophobia' was on the same page, and I marked it because there was a reference in the definition I wanted to check.” Duo stopped brushing and turned to Heero, his eyes wide with incredulity and dismay.

“You mean you weren't interested in hot wax play?” He asked, somewhat crestfallen.

“Well, not at the time,” Heero replied, as he crossed the floor and squeezed onto the vanity stool beside him. “Not specifically. But I have absolutely no complaints and,” He leaned towards Duo and kissed him lightly, “I'm very interested in it now. Come on, let's get to bed.”