Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Crossing Paths Arc ❯ Shake Down ( Chapter 28 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Kracken

Disclaimer:Don't own them, don't make any money off of this.
Warnings:Male/Male sex, Graphic, violence, language


Crossing Paths Arc
Sequel to Transitions#27

Shake Down #28

"What took you so long?" Duo grumbled as Heero entered his cell, gun drawn.

Heero looked with distaste at the sterile metal box with it's slab of metal for a bed and a plain, metal bowl for a toilet. Nearly a week, Duo had been there, the marks of his frustration denting every wall and, what was hopefully food, slung and swirled into obscene words disparaging Relena Peacecraft and her brother Zechs.

Duo stood with fists clenched, tangled bangs in his eyes and his one piece, white detainee uniform adding to a pale, sickly pallor to his skin. "The guards," Heero asked, "Did they mistreat you?" It was said in a tone that implied that, if they had, Heero would turn unconsciousness to the sleep of death for the two men sprawled on the floor outside the cell.

Duo repeated, shaking a little, "What took you so long? My trial is in two days. Those jerks out there were laying bets on what mode of death I was going to get!"

"It wasn't easy infiltrating the security locks and by passing security without killing," Heero told him, "This isn't the war, Duo. I had to wait until you were put in solitary and for your guards to relax. Your reputation as a Gundam Pilot had them carrying laser rifles and mounting a guard twice the number than usual. Once they realized that you weren't going to pull apart your cell and escape, they relaxed their vigilance."

Duo looked pained and bitter as he began to limp out of the cell. "Tell that to them," he growled as he jerked a thumb at the two unconscious men. He kicked one as he passed. "That's for taking my food, you shit!"

Heero went cold. "They starved you?"

"Only when Zechs had something special delivered from his table," Duo growled back. He stopped and rubbed a hand up and down one arm, not looking at Heero. "He came down here and tried talking to me, but I don't give a damn what he has to say."

"He told me his plan when we were captured," Heero told Duo.

Duo turned, amethyst eyes narrowed angrily. "Oh, he actually had one? What was it?"

Heero put a hand under Duo's elbow as he helped him down the narrow corridor, telling him, "He wanted all of the Gundam pilots together so that he could launch us at Santoro and his sympathizers, just as we had guessed. He separated you from us so that he could strengthen you, gain your trust, and convince you that revenge against Santoro was both desirable and possible. He knew that you could convince us to help you get your revenge. "

"So an enemy gets eliminated, the Gundam pilots either come out looking like heroes or murderers, and Relena and Zechs get to stay out of it and look as pure as the driven snow," Duo surmised. "What was the motivation to have me locked up?"

"To keep us from condemning them in public," Heero replied tersely, "and to threaten us with your death to force us to execute Santoro."

There were more unconscious men at a checkpoint. Duo stepped over them, glaring at one man in particular. "Just once, I'd like to met a guard who just does his job and doesn't abuse the prisoners because he's bored."

Heero turned to Duo in concern. "Duo, if they hurt you-"

"Save it," Duo sighed as he pulled Heero along with him and left the men behind. "A few punches and some verbal abuse won't give me nightmares. Let's save the kicking butt for the guys in charge of the goons."

"We'll be meeting up with the other pilots at a safe house not far from here, " Heero explained as he guided Duo through a breached wall and out into cold, crisp air. Duo shivered and Heero threw a warm arm around him as he also emerged. "They'll be checking their atmosphere alarms and expecting us to make a run for freedom, not make our operations so close by."

"Sounds good," Duo said and then let out a long breath as he collapsed, unconscious. Heero caught him and picked him up as if he were a child. He was as light as one and Heero hurried to his waiting black SUV with his heart turning to a lump of fear in his chest.

Putting Duo in the passenger side seat and buckling him in, Heero then quickly climbed behind the wheel and drove off, one hand turning on the heat as his other spun the wheel back and forth to negotiate a winding, mountainous road at high speed.

Duo awoke not much later, blinking and confused as he lifted his head and found himself in motion and in a strange vehicle. His eyes were wide with panic until they settled on Heero. "What happened?' he mumbled, rubbing at his face and trying to see something in the darkness outside.

"I don't know," Heero replied in concern and reached out to touch fingers to the pulse at Duo's throat. Duo held still until he had finished counting. "A little fast," Heero told him and," he glanced at Duo's face, "you're pale."

"I guess I was too mad at the damned guards to eat much," Duo admitted, "and the sudden fresh air and change in temperature kind of threw me for a loop. You don't get locked in a metal box for a week and not come out a little messed up."

"There are some protein bars and an electrolyte drink in the bag at your feet," Heero told him. "Eat. We'll be driving for a least a half hour more before we abandon the vehicle."

Duo pulled the rations out of the duffel bag and grimaced. "Yummy," he said sourly, but had sense enough to eat and drink to regain his strength.

When Duo was through eating, he felt better, but Heero told him firmly, "Sleep while you can."

More good advice. Duo moved to curl up against the side of the passenger door, the warm air flowing out of the vents counteracting the chill of the window. When he felt Heero's hand, he started uncertainly. Heero took hold of Duo's arm and pulled. Duo allowed it, curious as to what Heero intended. When he pressed Duo up against his side, Duo smiled.

"Miss me?" Duo asked with a chuckle.

"Yes," Heero replied and draped his arm over Duo as Duo curled against his warmth. He sighed and said, "This is the way it's supposed to be."

Duo puzzled over that, but then, as Heero gently caressed his bangs out of his face and touched his face lovingly, he understood. They were in a dangerous situation. The old Heero would have shot him after he had fainted and escaped to infiltrate or destroy the enemy later. The old Heero wouldn't be taking time to allow a long haired young man to distract him and he wouldn't be indulging himself in comforting and being comforted. It was the greatest admission of love that Heero could make to Duo, that he felt okay with doing those things now, that being close to and loving Duo was more important than anything just then.

"I'm sorry I scared you, fainting like that," Duo said reassuringly. "I'm not going to die on you, Heero."

"Shhh!" Heero said softly and hugged Duo with a strong arm. "I was frightened. I saw a life without you stretching in front of me and I didn't want that life. I spent a week worrying about you, wanting you with me, wondering how you were being treated. Let me have this half hour of peace with you before we have to run and maybe loose each other again. Don't say anything. Just be with me."

Duo nuzzled against Heero's side and tried to rest as a silly grin formed on his face. If he had died in the next instant, he would have died a very happy man.

Duo did manage to sleep again and he realized how little he had slept or ate in the sterile metal cell. It was good to feel the warmth of the heater on his face and to have Heero's breathing, comforting presence against him. Duo felt safe, something that had been lacking throughout his captivity. The guards had made threats and promises, loving to torment their only captive by making him wonder whether they were serious or not. One guard had made darker insinuations under his breath and Duo had been fearful of being left alone with the man. He had often picked fights just to avoid it, making his guards nervous enough to always post more than one guard. The constant tension had worn Duo to the bone though, and, though he would never admit it to Heero, he had been glad to hear that Heero's plan had not included immediately attacking Santoro. Duo was sure he would have failed.

"Here," Heero said simply and then sighed with regret as he turned off the engine and opened his door. Duo straightened, blinking sleepily. When the passenger side door opened, and Heero reached in to take his bag, Duo forced himself to slide out of the SUV and into the cold night air.

They were in a heavily wooded area. Heero took camo netting from the back of the vehicle and covered the SUV up with quick, efficient motions. When he was done, Duo blinked, unable to see the vehicle as anything other than a darker patch of shadows under the evergreen trees.

Heero didn't chance a light. A moon was their only illumination as he led the way into the forest, one hand in Duo's to guide him and his other feeling in front of him to keep them both from running into tree trunks. Duo didn't ask Heero how he knew where he was going. The man seemed inhuman in his abilities. It wouldn't have surprised Duo if Heero was finding his way by sense of smell or small clues on the bark of trees.

The walk warmed Duo somewhat, but he was still shivering with cold and his feet were numb and uncertain on the rough, rocky ground.

"Duo?" Heero whispered back at one point,

"Operational," Duo replied and they were both silent again. When Duo's foot hit the boards of a sagging porch and he heard Heero's shoes thud, he knew they had found the house. Following Heero onto the porch, Duo stood and waited while Heero gave a coded tap on the door.

There was a familiar click near Duo's head. A gun's safety was being put back on. "Trowa?" Duo guessed.

"You two sounded like a troop of elephants," Trowa replied quietly.

"Duo's ill," Heero explained. "He needs to get in out of the cold."

Duo bristled irritably to be singled out as the weak link, but he was grateful when he felt Trowa's arm drop over his shoulders and pull him forward through the opening door.

There was low light and the windows were shielded so that even that small light couldn't be seen by anyone looking for Gundam Pilots. Quatre stood from where he had been sitting on an old couch and Wu Fei moved out of the shadows with a pensive expression.

"Duo's hurt?" Quatre asked in concern. "Take him to your room, Heero, and get him warmed up. I'll make some broth and hot tea."

"Not hurt," Duo protested, "Just tired... the food sounds good though." His mouth was already watering and his stomach was tightening in anticipation.

"Did you have any trouble releasing him from prison?" Wu Fei asked Heero, reminding him that Duo wouldn't need to be cared for if government soldiers had followed them.

Heero looked troubled, the small light making heavy shadows on his face. "It was simple to release him. No one followed us."

"You're suspicious?" Wu Fei pressed.

"Yes," Heero replied. "Milliardo and Relena went to a great deal of trouble to threaten us with Duo's safety. It seemed strange that he was so lightly guarded. They know our skill."

"It is possible that the opposition allowed you to free Duo," Wu Fei suggested.

"Santoro?" Duo guessed and felt a twist in his gut. He squinted through the gloom at his long time companions. "I have to know right now. Are you guys going to help me take him out? My life is shit until that happens. He'll follow me, him and the people around him. They won't let me live free on Earth and they'll hunt me like a dog if I run to Space. I know it's not your fight, but-"

"It is," Trowa replied.

Quatre looked sad and his hand rubbed at his chest as he said, "It became my fight when they attacked and killed my people."

"I will always fight for justice," Wu Fei announced nobly and inclined his head to Duo.

Heero looked around the room and then he looked at Duo, a small smile playing on his lips as he said, "I'll fight for you, always."

Duo felt embarrassed. Quatre broke the moment by moving forward and urging Duo up the stairs, "You're shivering. We have maps, explosives, supplies, and enough equipment for a small war. Wu Fei's ship is hidden nearby. All that is lacking is for you to be well enough to lead the mission."

Duo balked and looked into Quatre's eyes. "I know killing bothers you..."

Quatre gave him a hard look in return. "Not when a man has condemned himself by his own actions."

Duo smiled. "It's up to us to save everyone. It feels good to be the hero again. I missed that even though I don't miss the war." He turned to Heero and saw Heero nodding, "That's why you never stopped doing it," Duo said to him. "You couldn't wean yourself off of this feeling."

"I won't deny it," Heero replied defensively.

"Good," Duo said as he went up the stairs. "It's what makes you Heero Yuy, I guess, and maybe that's a good thing for everyone; that you are willing to repeatedly save the universe."

Duo stumbled on the top step. Heero's hand on his elbow steadied him and Heero didn't drop the hand until they had entered his bedroom. He led Duo through a spartan room with a single bed and a plain table with a laptop computer. The bathroom held soap, a medical kit, and a generic shampoo.

"Nice place you have here," Duo joked as Heero sat him on the closed toilet and then turned to begin filling the tub with water. Steam began rising up and filling the small bathroom with warmth. It felt good, but Duo shivered even harder in reaction, his joints hurting painfully with tension.

When Heero turned to open the medical kit, Duo protested. "You don't need that."

"I don't?" Heero wondered doubtfully.

"No," Duo replied. "I just have bruises."

Heero's blue eyes assessed him critically and then he made a decision and reached out to help Duo undress. Duo gripped his hands and swallowed hard, stopping Heero from continuing.

"I can take my own bath, Heero."

"And if you pass out again?"

Duo tried to think of a retort to that, but he wasn't quick enough as Heero pulled his hands free and began undressing Duo again. "I'm not a baby," Duo said at last as Heero pulled the prison suit down his arms to his waist.

"Did I say anything to that effect?" Heero wondered.

Duo grabbed Heero's hands again. Heero was staring at his narrow torso, at the stark bones of Duo's collar bone, at his long wiry arms with their knobby elbows. "Don't like what you see?" Duo hissed and felt his face turn red with shame and anger.

Heero pulled his hand, still clasped in Duo's, downwards until he touched a dark, purpling bruise in the shape of a military boot. It was spread over Duo's right side. Heero touched many more, examining them, his expression going darker and darker. The worst bruises were on Duo's arms, presumably where his guards had tried to restrain him. Fingerprints littered his skin from shoulder to wrist on both arms.

"Just the usual," Duo said and shrugged, trying to pass it off. He nodded to the tub. It was getting dangerously full of water. "Better do your job if you're going to be my bath servant."

Hero grunted and twisted to turn off the water after Duo released his hands. When he turned back to Duo, Duo was already standing, holding the bottom of his prison suit up with both hands.

"Give a guy some privacy," Duo said roughly. "At least look the other way until I get into the water."

"Duo...," Heero began, but then did as Duo wanted, staring at the wall, while Duo dropped his hated suit and stepped into the steaming water.

"You can burn that," Duo said as he sat down gingerly in the tub. It felt as if his skin was being seared off and he groaned and winced as his frozen body defrosted in several, painful, seconds.

Heero kicked the suit into a corner and then sat on the closed toilet facing Duo. "You don't have to hide your body from me," he said.

"Yeah?" Duo stared down into the water. "Well, I don't really want to talk about it, right now, okay?"

"No?" Heero was suddenly kneeling by the tub, face inches away from Duo's. Duo swallowed hard and stared into cobalt orbs. "We have to wait until the search for you expands away from us before we can attack Santoro."

"And I'll be using that time to prepare and get myself ready," Duo replied.

"Right now?" Heero wondered with an arched brow.

"I can think in the tub," Duo replied defensively. "C-Can you give me a little space, Heero? You're kind of making me uncomfortable."

"Why?" Heero wondered, but his soft expression told Duo that he already knew the answer.

Heero's hand rose and gently caressed Duo's cheek. Duo could feel callouses and a cut on the tip of his index finger. Duo wanted to pull away, but he couldn't. He unconsciously pulled his thin body into a ball and hugged his knees.

"Let me love you, Duo," Heero asked softly. "Don't run away. Don't feel ashamed. Let me lock the door, lock the world out, and be with you. We don't have to have sex, it isn't about that. I just want you to understand that you are what I want, that your body doesn't disgust me, that you are the man I want with me, always. I don't know what's going to happen when we attack Santoro. I know we should be using every moment to prepare. That's something I would have done during the war. Now, I need more than that. I have a reason to fight. I want to hold that reason close to my heart, if you'll let me." Heero paused and then asked huskily, "Unless you have changed your mind and you can't accept me... You've been so angry, so betrayed... maybe you can't trust me either."

Duo scowled and clenched his knees tighter. "You can do better than me Heero. That's what's holding me back. Maybe my 'charming' personality is enough now, but, later, after you get what you want, you'll wake up and realize it isn't enough."

Heero's hand caught Duo's chin and pulled until Duo was facing him. Heero said intensely, with all seriousness, "You are everything that I want and, somehow, I'm going to make you believe that."

Heero leaned in even closer and his lips touched Duo's lips in the barest of kisses; soft, sweet, warm, electric. Duo shivered and not from fear or cold. Heero began to lean back. The cold seeped into the space he was making between them. Duo suddenly couldn't bare that cold. He leaned forward and recaptured Heero's lips, giving the man a deeper kiss than the one he had received.

Heero made a sound, a low, throaty expression of relief. He didn't press his advantage. He continued to kiss Duo gently. It was Duo who drank him in. He felt Heero press against him as he pulled the man closer to him. Water sloshed out of the tub. As Duo's head swam with emotions, and his body heated up until it was hotter than the water he was sitting in, he didn't notice that he was pulling Heero into the tub with him.

Heero peeled off his wet shirt, lips still pressed to Duo's. The sodden shirt hit the floor as Heero threw it away from him. Duo's hands slid over Heero's now bare shoulders, kneading hungrily, fingers making the tiger tattoo move as if it were alive. Heero's tongue went into Duo's mouth and Duo sucked at it, tangled it with his own, and felt his body suddenly responding.

Duo broke the kiss, eyes wide. Surprise almost killed his excitement, but Heero, searching his eyes, understood. He kissed Duo again and his hands slipped under the water. Duo felt his strong hands slide over his legs and then one hand closed on his cock. Duo whimpered into Heero's mouth, shy and nervous. A small, childish part of his brain protested, but the stiffness that Heero teased with light strokes, made need over rule it.

Rippling muscles, bright tattoo, wild, chocolate hair, and blue eyes that Duo could drown in. This handsome man was touching him; obviously enjoying himself, obviously wanting more. He was waiting though, poised, holding back, not going any further, not wanting Duo to do something he wasn't ready for.

Duo touched Heero's hand on him. Heero broke the kiss and Heero let go with a tight expression, fearing rejection. Duo grabbed the back of Heero's head and pulled the man to him until their foreheads were resting together. Duo smiled sadly into Heero's anxious eyes. "I know you think I deserve candle light, violins, and poetry for my first time, but... I think just being with you will be special enough, Heero. I-I don't want to stop, k? I'm not good at this, I've never really done it before. I know, though, that I want you to-to lead the way. Understand?" Duo blushed and felt nervousness twist his gut. He wasn't surprised that he had the courage to ask it or to go through with it. Sitting in a cell with his own thoughts had given Duo time to do a lot of thinking. He had missed opportunities to know love with Heero. He wasn't going to miss another with the future so fraught with danger and possible death.

Heero turned and went through the medical kit. Pulling out a tube, he shoved it into one pocket and then face Duo again. "I know you're right. I know you're willing, I see it in your eyes. I won't...," Heero swallowed as if he was on the verge of tears, "I won't make you regret it, Duo."

There was a moment of awkwardness. Now that Duo had decided, he was finding it hard to act. The though of finally being in another man's arms and... he looked up at Heero for help.

Heero smiled and reached down. Duo was pulled out of the water and held in Heero's capable arms. The man didn't dry him off. He captured Duo's lips again with his own and slipped in his tongue. Locked together, he left the bathroom and went to the bed. Stretching out there with Duo beneath him, dripping with water, Heero managed to slip off his pants and shoes with amazing dexterity. Retrieving the tube, he placed it carefully in reach and then gave Duo all of his attention.

"Say stop, and I will," Heero told him. He waited for Duo to nod and then Heero's kisses were trailing down Duo's neck. Duo had ample time to shiver and stare at the hard, long line of Heero's body, at his adult definition, at the hair that powdered him lightly on arms, legs, and belly. Everything about him was larger and stronger than Duo. He was beautiful.

Heero's tongue swirled at the hollow of Duo's neck just above his collar bone. Duo shrank into himself, wanting to pull into an ashamed ball of nerves and avoid Heero looking at him. Heero put a hand under the small of Duo's back and lifted him up to meet a hungry mouth. When Duo felt lips, teeth, and a rough tongue on his right nipple, he gasped. When Heero moved to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment, Duo was shocked at how erotic and good it felt. He stared down at the tousled, chocolate hair moving over his chest and then Duo lifted hands to lightly touch and urge Heero to continue.

Heero suddenly rolled and Duo was above him, dripping water still, beads of it glistening all over his pale skin. "Hair," Heero urged inbetween tormenting Duo's nipples.

Duo fumbled with his braid, raked the braid apart with trembling fingers, and then let it flow down and around them both like a curtain. Heero broke off his gentle torment and stared up at Duo. His eyes were full of wonder, full of love.

Deep in his throat, a needy growl wrapped up with his heart, Heero said. "Beautiful! You are so beautiful, Duo!"

Duo, far from scoffing, flipping back a rude answer, or hating a lie, believed Heero's words. He could tell, without a doubt, that Heero wasn't handing him a line to make him more confident. Heero believed what he was saying. He did think that Duo was beautiful.

Heero's hands ran over Duo's narrow rib cage, smoothed along his hips, squeezed, and then came up to cup Duo's face and bring it down for a deep kiss. Duo lay atop Heero, feeling Heero's long, hard erection against him. Duo tentatively reached between them to touch it. He heard Heero's breathing change, become more ragged. Duo rubbed and Heero groaned, his eyes closing as his back arched in pleasure.

"Sensitive," Duo murmured, not sure what to say as he broke the kiss and looked down at what his hand was doing. He felt a sudden urge. He looked anxiously at Heero's face, but the man was beyond speaking. Duo decided to act on his own. Uncertainly, he moved down Heero's body until he was face to face with the head of Heero's cock. He eyed it as his hand continued to smooth over it, enjoying the hot feel of baby soft skin over steely hardness.

Duo had seen vids. He had heard enough talk. He knew what he was supposed to do. Seeing it and actually doing it were two different things. Tentatively, Duo opened his mouth and took the swollen head of Heero's cock into his mouth. Salty precum touched his tongue and a taste that was uniquely Heero. Heero gripped wet bed sheets in anticipation, but held perfectly still otherwise as if he was afraid of scaring Duo by moving.

Duo felt something inside of himself respond. Something instinctive wanted Heero inside of him, wanted that taste to last, felt the rightness of what he was doing and urged him to do more. Duo carefully took more of Heero into his mouth. He gagged a little, recovered, and then tried again. Experimentally, he swirled his tongue into the hole. Heero gasped and shuddered and Duo tasted more precum.

Duo sat up a little and said, almost breathlessly as he let Heero's cock slide out of his mouth, "I-I like this, Heero."

Heero sat up too and pulled Duo to him. "I'm glad, little love. I know you told me that you were bisexual, but I wondered the way that you avoided me."

Duo blushed and felt guilty and foolish. "I was afraid," he admitted. "I thought that you couldn't love a skinny loser like me."

Heero put a finger to Duo's lips. "No, don't say that again. It isn't true. It'll never be true. Trust me, Duo. Trust me to love you. In my eyes, there isn't anyone more beautiful or desirable than you."

Duo felt tears. Heero brushed them away with a thumb and they began again. Bodies moved together, rubbed and touched, kissed and sucked. When Heero's mouth took in Duo's cock, the sensation was indescribable. It was warm, moist, tight, Heero's tongue a roughness as it moved up and down over swollen flesh. Duo went hard and then he came in an explosion that made him cry out in a half squeal of terror and a shout of pure ecstasy as he thrashed and shoved Heero off of him in a panic. Heero caught him before he could roll off of the bed and held him, soothing Duo with soft words and comforting caresses.

"It's all right, Duo. We can stop if you want. I didn't mean to frighten you," Heero murmured over and over.

Duo regained his breath. The room steadied, the lights behind his eyes went away, and his vision cleared along with his mind. "That-That...," he panted, trying to describe it. "I've never felt anything like that!" he finally finished. "Not with myself. It- I thought my heart was going to stop!"

Heero kissed him on the forehead. "We can stop now," he said softly. "I can wait if you need-" His mouth was covered in a kiss and Duo pressed close, still needy.

"More!" Duo begged around Heero's lips. "I don't care how tired I am or what's left of me in the morning. I want more of you, now!"

"Are you sure...?" Heero began as if he was considering stopping things himself.

Duo rolled and tugged hard at Heero until Heero was above him. He gave Heero an intense look. "You started this Yuy! Finish it! I'm giving you my cherry right now! You better take it or I-I'll give it to the next perfect soldier that walks by!"

"Over my dead body," Heero growled and reached for the tube.

Duo was afraid. He wasn't sure how it was going to feel, if it might be humiliating, if it might be painful, or if Heero might actually hurt him. He was tense as Heero turned him on his side and changed position to press up against Duo's back. Duo had seen several porn vids of men together. This wasn't the way he had seen it done. It made him even more nervous.

Heero kissed Duo's shoulder. "This position makes it easier. We can try others, later, when you're more used to it. You have to relax Duo. You have to open up to me."

Duo tried. It was hard when he felt Heero's lubed finger swirl around his anus. He was embarrassed and unsure. When that finger began to rub, Duo felt an intense, unexpected pleasure. He found himself lifting his hips to accommodate Heero. It seemed a raunchy thing to do and Duo blushed red again, wondering what Heero was thinking.

"That's right," Heero murmured, reassuring him. "Relax. Enjoy. Don't be afraid. It will sting, at first, but stay with me Duo and I swear it will feel good eventually."

Eventually? Duo braced himself.

"No," Heero admonished, "You must relax, Duo. You have to allow me in."

Heero's finger slid in. It did sting. It did seem a violation. It was only one finger. Duo began to move away. "Heero, I don't-"

"Trust me," Heero told him.

Duo froze. Heero's heart seemed to be pounding against his back. Duo loved Heero. He loved the man's body. There wasn't denying either one of those things now. Duo had to trust now, too. Love without trust wasn't love at all. Duo relaxed back into Heero's embrace and nodded nervously.

Heero took his time. The stinging went away. Duo began to stretch and the pleasure came back. He sighed and moaned and found himself pushing back against that finger. He was hardly aware when another joined it. He stretched even more and the pleasure grew until Duo was panting. It was the best feeling he had ever felt in his life. If he died in the next instant, he thought, from those fingers touching and igniting every pleasure center in his brain, he didn't think he would care.

When Duo felt the swollen head of Heero's cock touch him, he didn't care. When it swirled and began to ease in, there was a sharp pain. Duo expected it. Duo was willing to endure it, trusting that, like the fingers, there was going to be pleasure beyond that pain. Heero slowly filled him. He felt very large and it did feel like an uncomfortable invasion. Duo stretched, more than he thought possible or safe, until Heero was seated inside of him fully, pelvis against Duo's hips.

Heero didn't wait. The pain was intense. Duo bit his lip. Heero explained, as he pulled that large, swollen cock slowly out and then pushed back in again, "The nerves will deaden in a moment. Your endorphines will take over. Just hold on." He groaned the words as if he were on the verge of passing out.

Duo felt tears on his cheek. He gripped Heero's arms as they wrapped around his waist and couldn't help a panting whimper. Out, in, out, in, and then it happened just as Heero had promised, the pain suddenly stepped back and pleasure began to take its place.

"God!" Duo groaned. "Heero! Man! This-This is good. You're so good! Love you! Love you!" There was still a bit of pain, but the pleasure was incredibly intense. Duo went blind and deaf, every part of his being centered on the large, hot organ, pumping in an out of him and rubbing ultra sensitive nerves.

Heero's hand slid along Duo's belly and then took hold of Duo's cock. Duo hadn't thought that he could stand much more, or that there could even be more, but when Heero began stroking him to life, his movements in rhythm with his thrusts, Duo cried out and thrashed. Heero held him tightly and continued. Duo whimpered, gasped, and then let out a low moan that punctuated each thrust.

"EEEEHHHHGGGG!" It was a wordless, incoherent, primal sound that erupted from Heero as he shot hot cum up into Duo. That triggered Duo's own orgasm. They both cried out and convulsed, pumping and stroking, Duo twisting to kiss Heero savagely on the lips as the world thinned and went away on a wave of sensation.

When hearts slowed and pulses stopped racing, Duo became aware that they were tangled together, full of fluids, wet with water from the bath, and surrounded by soaked bed clothes. He laughed. It came out hoarse. Heero pried open an eye to look at him.

Duo turned and wrapped himself around Heero. He kissed Heero gently, passionately, and Heero relaxed and smiled. "My ass is soooo sore!" Duo complained.

"What about the rest of you?" Heero wondered.

"Wonderful," Duo sighed blissfully and let his cheek rest against Heero's chest, draping himself loosely over the man he loved. "Wonderful," he repeated. "If this is a dream, and I'm still in that damned prison cell, I never want to wake up." He thought about what had just happened, how he had let another man totally possess him. Duo had often wondered if he could or would want someone to do that to him. With Heero, it was absolutely right. Duo had a feeling of being complete, of their two souls becoming one.

Duo laughed again. Heero arched an eyebrow.

"I'm going to start spouting poetry in a minute," Duo explained. "I've never felt this GOOD!" He groped for more words and couldn't find any. He looked at Heero. "Stay with me," he asked simply, his heart in his eyes. "Never leave."

"I'm yours, body and soul," Heero replied seriously as he wrapped his arms around Duo and cradled him close. "For the rest of our lives."

The rest of their lives. It made Duo think of their mission and he felt depression try to steal some of his happiness. What if the rest of their lives wasn't very long at all?