Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Seducing Duo ❯ Chapter 1
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By: Rain Camui 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.28.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 2.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.28.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 2.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: Not mine. . . anyone want to give them to me?
Warnings: Yaoi, Angst, Masturbation, Smut, Sex Toys, POV, Lemon
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: 2x1
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Summary: Heero has a new mission. . .
AN: This takes place after the "Preventer Five". Also, the warnings may change as this fic progresses. ^^;;
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Seducing Duo: One
Ever since the war ended, Heero has been acting strange.
It started about a month after I joined the Preventers. Heero and I were assigned the same apartment, which was within walking distance of the Preventers building. Lady Une said it would save the organization money if we roomed together. Of course, I didn't mind. I was given a free apartment. The only thing I needed to worry about was buying food.
I never thought I would have to worry about Heero.
Heero was a strange person. I never had the time to study him during the war, but I knew there was more to him than what he presented. His feelings for Relena were a good example. When I first met him, I thought he was a cold, unfeeling bastard. But when it came to Relena, a softer side seemed to come out of him. Even though he tried to kill her numerous times, he ended up saving her every time she needed him. Her latest problem - which had reunited the Gundam pilots - only served to enforce the suspicions I had about Heero's feelings towards her. But, once she was saved, Heero didn't become her personal bodyguard, nor did he decide to move into her home, even though it was also within walking distance of the Preventers building. I thought it'd be better not to question Heero's actions. Heero's personal life was a terrain I chose not to venture into.
That wasn't what made him strange, though.
I began to notice Heero's peculiar side during dinner one night.
The apartment Lady Une assigned us was small, so we had to eat dinner on the coffee table. Heero was seated across from me, eating his spaghetti with a dazed expression on his face. I pretended not to notice and fixed my gaze on the television screen, even though I was watching him from the corner of my eye.
Then, out of the blue, he said, "What do you think about Trowa and Quatre's relationship?"
I just shrugged and didn't bother looking at him.
Trowa and Quatre didn't try to hide their relationship from anyone. In fact, on the day everyone was reunited, they made it perfectly clear that they were together. I had no problem with it.
"To each his own," I had answered. "I'm not disgusted by it."
Heero had said, "Hn" and went back to eating his spaghetti.
I looked across the table and his piercing blue eyes met mine directly. Then his tongue darted out and licked his plump bottom lip, slowly. I wasn't sure whether he was smirking at me or not, but suddenly my throat felt tight and I had to swallow hard. I didn't know if it was just my imagination or not, but Heero's pink tongue trailed over his lips much longer than necessary.
I cleared my throat and looked away, saying, "What do you think about their relationship?"
"It doesn't bother me," he said.
I snuck a look back at him and watched as he ran a hand through his wild-brown hair. The dull lighting in the room glinted off the silky mass, causing it to shine as his fingers worked through the soft locks. I had to suck in a deep breath when his hand dropped back to his lap. The sleeve to his green tank top had slipped down his shoulders, and his chocolate-colored hair framed his chiseled features perfectly. I had to swallow the lump in my throat again, and this time there was no mistaking the smirk on his full lips.
That is what was making Heero strange.
Every night, I had to endure the captivating spells he was putting on me. If I hadn't known any better, I would've thought Heero was hitting on me. But I knew that was impossible. Heero had the perfect princess to run to. And I never held any attraction towards another male.
I leaned back against the sofa and closed my eyes. Heero was in the kitchen preparing dinner. In just a few minutes, I would be subjected to his torture. I didn't know what he was trying to do to me. I didn't know if he knew what he was doing to me. What was he doing to me, anyway?
I sighed and blinked open one eye, searching for the remote and turning on the television. The sounds of the television blocked out the frying sounds coming from the kitchen and I sat up.
Aside from the weirdness that was Heero Yuy, he was a good cook and a step below being a clean freak. Our apartment was always clean, except for my bedroom. Heero vacuumed the plush white carpet once a week; he washed the dishes every night; he did our laundry; he cleaned the bathroom; and he even washed the windows, while I could just sit back and relax. When Heero told me the only thing I needed to do was make sure the furniture stayed clean, I went out and bought black leather sofas and a black coffee table. All I needed to do was wipe it down and I'd be done.
I'm such a clever little boy.
"It's ready," Heero called from the kitchen.
My stomach gave a loud lurch and I jumped off the sofa, even though I dreaded the night's dinner. Heero was confusing me so much; I was seriously debating whether or not I should start eating out for dinner.
I walked into the kitchen and stopped in the doorway, stunned by the way Heero stood near the stove. A large wooden spoon caressed his plump lips, and his teeth nibbled on the edges as he looked at me through dark eyelashes.
My throat muscles tightened again, forcing me to swallow, hard. There was something different about his clothing. He wore his usual green tank top and black spandex, but somehow an indecent amount of skin was showing. It seemed like his tank top was two sizes too large, and his spandex one size too small.
". . . eat?"
I blinked when I noticed Heero's lips were moving, and I managed to catch the end of his sentence as my head cleared.
"What?" I somehow managed to get the word out of my mouth, even though I was still entranced by whatever it was Heero was doing to me.
There was that smirk again, and I knew that he knew he was doing something to me.
"Are you going to eat?" he asked, licking the wooden spoon with his pink tongue.
I nodded dumbly and reached for the plate Heero had left on the counter, not bothering to see what was on it. I fled from the kitchen and headed towards the living room, feeling my braid whip against my back in my haste.
The sounds from the television were a welcomed distraction as I sat down. My body felt several degrees warmer than usual, and I had to take a moment to steady my breathing.
There was no doubt in my mind that Heero was unconsciously hitting on me. It had to be unconscious, otherwise why would he do it? Heero wasn't gay. I wasn't gay. I had numerous one-night stands to prove that I wasn't gay.
Then why did Heero's unconscious sexuality captivate me?
I clenched my teeth and looked down at my plate; seeing that Heero had cooked lamb chops for the evening.
Quiet and thoughtful were two words few people associated me with. I was the happy, go-lucky Gundam pilot. But it seemed, after spending so much time with Heero, I allowed my mask to drop and I was able to be the person that I was. Aside from the weird way's Heero was acting, I felt comfortable around him - which is why I didn't bother to hide my moodiness from him. I glared at my plate and cut my meat mechanically, barely registering the moment Heero joined me at the coffee table.
"You're quiet," Heero said, looking at me through his impossibly wild bangs.
"Just thinking," I muttered as I shoved some rice and meat into my mouth. Even though my eyes were fixed on my plate, I managed to catch his slightly raised eyebrow. "What?" I looked up with my fork still in my mouth, praying to God that any objects, especially his pink little tongue, weren't caressing his lips.
Heero shook his head, causing his wild-brown hair to bounce from side-to-side.
I cursed mentally at the way I seemed to be captivated with Heero's features.
Frowning, I returned my attention back to my plate, trying hard to force Heero's image out of my mind. It was hard, though. Even from the few feet that separated us, I could smell the fruity sweetness of his shampoo, and I could feel his presence, warm and alive, across from me.
I couldn't understand why I was reacting this way.
"Lady Une said we might be receiving a new mission soon," I said for the sake of conversation. If I thought about things for too long, I always ended up with a headache. Thus, talking often solved the problem of thinking. "She said if things continue to go the way they're going, we're going to have to be sent out to 'take care' of them."
"Aa," Heero said quietly.
I couldn't stop myself from watching Heero bring a forkful of food up to his parted lips. I stared at his lips as he munched on his food quietly, unable to tear my gaze away from his oil-glistened mouth. That damn tongue emerged a minute later, licking along his full lips, which caused a familiar tingling near my groin.
"Duo?"
I blinked as that mouth formed my name and Heero's voice emerged. I shook my head and met his blue eyes, flushing a little as I noticed my half-hard erection. I sat up straight and looked at the television, saying, "What?" as I began flipping through the channels.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Heero smirk at me for the nth-time.
"Nothing." He resumed eating, seemingly focused on the plate in front of him. In an attempt to get my traitorous body under control, I started a one-sided conversation about anything and everything. Heero just nodded his head every once in awhile, but I could feel his blue eyes focused on me intently. It was as if he were trying to strip me naked, and my mind began to drift towards the gutter.
"I'm going to take a shower," Heero announced once he was done with his dinner.
"Ok," I heard myself say. As Heero stood from the floor, my eyes focused on his spandex clad bottom. I could easily see the firm outline of his muscles; they were well pronounced and tight enough to bounce a quarter off of them.
I mentally slapped myself and returned my attention to the television, repeating, 'you just need to get laid' over and over.
I couldn't be sexually attracted to Heero.
I managed to find a decent program on the television - Iron Chief - and easily lost myself to the food on the screen. . .
Until I heard Heero turn on the shower.
I turned my head to look down the hallway, seeing orange light from the bathroom stream under the door. On their own volition, images of Heero, naked and soaked with water, entered my mind and a frustrated groan escaped my lips. I stared at the white door with a painted gold knob for a door handle, cursing. After thinking I've found myself - who I was and what I stood for - I felt a wave of confusion as sudden doubts of my sexuality crashed over me. Never, in my seventeen years of life, have I ever been attracted to another male. Yet, here I was, suddenly doubting my sexuality. And it was all Heero's fault.
I blinked when I heard Heero's voice calling me.
The shower had stopped without my noticing.
"Duo! Could you grab me a towel?!"
I frowned and stood from the couch, hesitantly. Then I headed towards the linen closet and grabbed him a fluffy towel.
For a moment, I stood in front of the bathroom door, just staring at it. Then, convincing myself that I wouldn't see anything, I opened the door, and froze.
In the shower, Heero was holding open the shower curtain, wearing nothing more than droplets of crystal water. His chocolate-colored hair was matted to his golden skin, nearly obscuring his piercing blue eyes. I watched, transfixed, as beads of water trickled down his toned body, over his taut stomach, and down his slim legs. I dragged my eyes up to his face, aware of my heavy breathing as his blue eyes, shaded with his wet bangs, stared at me with an almost pleased expression on his face.
"Duo?" his voice came out low and husky, and I realized he was holding out his left hand.
I handed him the towel and fled out of the bathroom, feeling my heart pound against my ribcage.
"Jesus, Heero!" I managed to shout, "couldn't you have hidden behind the shower curtain or something?"
A moment later, Heero emerged from the bathroom, still dripping wet, only now he had a white towel wrapped around his waist. I had almost forgotten how small Heero was. The towel just barely covered the top of his knees, while on me, the towel covered up to mid-thigh.
"The shower curtain is dirty," he said, "and my clothes would have gotten wet if I put them on."
"You could've just left the curtain closed," I muttered.
"Our bodies are the same," Heero said in a perfect monotone, "there's no reason to hide anything."
I snorted and began heading back to the living room, "Whatever you say, Heero. Just, don't do that again, ok?"
"Hn," Heero said, lightly brushing pass me as he headed towards his bedroom.
I shivered as his warm, moist skin brushed against my bare arm. I watched as he walked down the hall with water still cascading down his smooth back. I shook my head and hurried back to the sofa, sliding against the cool leather and sighing. Sometimes, it seemed like Heero was seducing me. Other times, I believed Heero was simply clueless of his actions. It had to be one or the other, but I sure as hell wasn't going to ask him which.
Heero was an enigma to me.
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For the rest of the night, Heero and I sat on opposite ends of the couch watching an old movie. I had spent most of the time watching him from the corner of my eye. Every once in awhile, I saw his eyes crinkle at the edges in amusement, or wrinkle at the movies stupidity. Even in the darkness of the living room, I could see his features clearly in the blue-light glow from the television screen.
After, we retired to our rooms. I said 'goodnight', while Heero said nothing. Then again, Heero never said 'goodnight' or 'good morning'. I doubt that he had the two words in his vocabulary.
I laid back on my bed and stared at my ceiling for a long time, feeling sleep evade me as soon as my head hit the pillow. Moonlight streamed in through my windows, casting dark shadows along one side of my squared bedroom. I tucked my hands under my head, crossed my ankles, and bit my lower lip in contemplation.
Damn Heero for making me think so much. I no longer doubted that I held a sexual attraction towards him, but I wanted to know where it had come from in the first place. No one could turn gay overnight, nor could they turn bisexual. Had I always been that way, I just hadn't noticed it before? It was possible, but I had never viewed another male in the way that I viewed Heero.
I breathed out deeply, causing my jagged bangs to bounce off my forehead for a moment. I'd never spent so much time thinking about one particular thing before. Maybe, if I pushed it to the back of my mind, I'd be able to forget about it. I should just take each day as it comes, as I had always done. Heero has been affecting me in more ways than one. I would usually just go with the flow; I never analyzed things the way Heero did.
I managed to fall asleep a few moments after that.
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A moan escaped my lips as a wet mouth descended upon my arousal. Two hands were placed on my hips, holding me down, preventing me from pushing my hips up into the wet heat. I threw my head back as pressure gripped my cock, caressing every inch with a slippery tongue and moist walls. I managed to open my eyes halfway, looking down the length of my body, trying to figure out who was bringing me pleasure.
Prussian blue eyes met my gaze through long, chocolate-colored bangs. I easily recognized Heero's features. His jaw and mouth were angled in a slight 'v' shape, due to the erection that was buried between plump lips, but I knew the eyes, I knew the hair, and I knew those lips all too well.
Heero was on all fours between my spread legs; his elbows sunk into the white mattress we were on, supporting his body weight as he worked on my cock. His lower body rested on his bent knees, keeping his ass raised high in the air, creating an almost heart-shape with his firm curves. I reached out blindly, grabbing hold of the cotton sheets and twisting them in my hand, needing something to grab onto. I moaned low in my throat when he sucked harder, causing his cheeks to turn inward as he increased his pressure.
Pleasure covered my mind and senses in a thick haze. A wave of warm ecstasy washed over me, again and again. I could feel his throat muscles working on the head of my cock, making swallowing motions that squeezed the tip in an unimaginably pleasurable way. Through the haze of euphoria that rushed over me, a small part of me marveled at the way Heero was able to ignore his gag reflex. Then the thought disappeared as a hand wrapped around the base of my cock, stroking the firm flesh as Heero's head bobbed up and down, adding more pressure and creating more pleasure.
I sat up on my elbows, watching Heero as my erection disappeared into his mouth, over and over again. The bluish-white moonlight that streamed in through the windows illuminated Heero's form in an almost dark - but not too dark - shadow. As his hand moved up and his mouth came down, I was able to catch a glimpse of Heero's saliva as it glistened on the flesh of my hard cock, before his luscious lips and hand met, bringing another wave of pleasure throughout my body.
I bit my lower lip to hold back my moans, hard enough to cause a shallow cut with my teeth. I reached out a hand and buried it in Heero's hair, running my hands through its softness before I gripped the wild locks, hard, unable to stop myself when Heero began sucking harder.
"Fuck. . ." I moaned, tilting my head back a little as Heero increased his pressure and speed. I could feel my back arch slightly, creating a slight 'u' shape with my elbows still supporting me. I could feel stray strands of my hair stick to my damp back, telling me that my braid was coming loose from its tie.
Then my groin began to tighten as Heero hummed around my cock; the sound vibrating in my ears and against my arousal. But the humming became louder and louder, creating a ringing noise that sounded all too familiar to me. . .
And I sat up in bed, covered in sweat, slamming a hand down on the alarm clock buzzing beside me.
I buried my face against the pillow, trying to block out the bright sunshine that streamed in through my windows. I swore loudly into my pillow, feeling my hard, unsatisfied erection press against my stomach. I rolled over on my side, facing my back towards the window, and hesitantly opened my eyes.
Even in dreams, Heero wouldn't leave me alone.
"Fucking Yuy," I muttered in a voice hoarse from sleep.
I crawled out of bed and trudged towards the door in irritation.
Mornings were never good to me, but after having a dream like that, I was even more grouchy than usual.
I quickly freshened up in the bathroom and took a warm shower, relieving my arousal. After having the water wake me up, I quickly dressed and headed into the kitchen, surprised at the lack of noise in the apartment. Usually, Heero was eating breakfast and watching the morning news, but there was no signs or sounds of Heero anywhere.
I peered into the kitchen and found it clean and empty. I frowned and headed towards Heero's bedroom, knocking on the closed door. After a minute of no response, I turned the handle and allowed myself inside.
His room was impeccably clean, as usual. The double bed in the center of the room was made; the windows on the far wall were closed and locked; and on his desk in front of his bed sat his laptop, but judging from the blinking light at the bottom of his screen, it was still on.
I walked across the room and took a seat in front of his laptop, pushing on the keypad to bring it back to life. A box was still open on the screen, indicating that Heero had received a message. I knew it'd be bad to read his note - what if it was personal? - but he hadn't left a message on the refrigerator - like he usually did - saying where he had gone, and I figured this had something to do with it.
As I skimmed through the message, I noted that I was right. Lady Une had called him in earlier this morning, saying that they needed his help in decoding a file. I closed the box, intending to shut down the laptop for him, when a smaller box was revealed after the larger one disappeared.
My eyes widened when I read the note - which I probably shouldn't have done. It was just one line, but it explained the weird side to Heero Yuy.
It said: Mission: Seducing Duo - In Progress.
To be continued. . .
AN: I hope this wasn't confusing. . . ^^;;
Warnings: Yaoi, Angst, Masturbation, Smut, Sex Toys, POV, Lemon
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: 2x1
Feedback: Yes, please!
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Summary: Heero has a new mission. . .
AN: This takes place after the "Preventer Five". Also, the warnings may change as this fic progresses. ^^;;
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Seducing Duo: One
Ever since the war ended, Heero has been acting strange.
It started about a month after I joined the Preventers. Heero and I were assigned the same apartment, which was within walking distance of the Preventers building. Lady Une said it would save the organization money if we roomed together. Of course, I didn't mind. I was given a free apartment. The only thing I needed to worry about was buying food.
I never thought I would have to worry about Heero.
Heero was a strange person. I never had the time to study him during the war, but I knew there was more to him than what he presented. His feelings for Relena were a good example. When I first met him, I thought he was a cold, unfeeling bastard. But when it came to Relena, a softer side seemed to come out of him. Even though he tried to kill her numerous times, he ended up saving her every time she needed him. Her latest problem - which had reunited the Gundam pilots - only served to enforce the suspicions I had about Heero's feelings towards her. But, once she was saved, Heero didn't become her personal bodyguard, nor did he decide to move into her home, even though it was also within walking distance of the Preventers building. I thought it'd be better not to question Heero's actions. Heero's personal life was a terrain I chose not to venture into.
That wasn't what made him strange, though.
I began to notice Heero's peculiar side during dinner one night.
The apartment Lady Une assigned us was small, so we had to eat dinner on the coffee table. Heero was seated across from me, eating his spaghetti with a dazed expression on his face. I pretended not to notice and fixed my gaze on the television screen, even though I was watching him from the corner of my eye.
Then, out of the blue, he said, "What do you think about Trowa and Quatre's relationship?"
I just shrugged and didn't bother looking at him.
Trowa and Quatre didn't try to hide their relationship from anyone. In fact, on the day everyone was reunited, they made it perfectly clear that they were together. I had no problem with it.
"To each his own," I had answered. "I'm not disgusted by it."
Heero had said, "Hn" and went back to eating his spaghetti.
I looked across the table and his piercing blue eyes met mine directly. Then his tongue darted out and licked his plump bottom lip, slowly. I wasn't sure whether he was smirking at me or not, but suddenly my throat felt tight and I had to swallow hard. I didn't know if it was just my imagination or not, but Heero's pink tongue trailed over his lips much longer than necessary.
I cleared my throat and looked away, saying, "What do you think about their relationship?"
"It doesn't bother me," he said.
I snuck a look back at him and watched as he ran a hand through his wild-brown hair. The dull lighting in the room glinted off the silky mass, causing it to shine as his fingers worked through the soft locks. I had to suck in a deep breath when his hand dropped back to his lap. The sleeve to his green tank top had slipped down his shoulders, and his chocolate-colored hair framed his chiseled features perfectly. I had to swallow the lump in my throat again, and this time there was no mistaking the smirk on his full lips.
That is what was making Heero strange.
Every night, I had to endure the captivating spells he was putting on me. If I hadn't known any better, I would've thought Heero was hitting on me. But I knew that was impossible. Heero had the perfect princess to run to. And I never held any attraction towards another male.
I leaned back against the sofa and closed my eyes. Heero was in the kitchen preparing dinner. In just a few minutes, I would be subjected to his torture. I didn't know what he was trying to do to me. I didn't know if he knew what he was doing to me. What was he doing to me, anyway?
I sighed and blinked open one eye, searching for the remote and turning on the television. The sounds of the television blocked out the frying sounds coming from the kitchen and I sat up.
Aside from the weirdness that was Heero Yuy, he was a good cook and a step below being a clean freak. Our apartment was always clean, except for my bedroom. Heero vacuumed the plush white carpet once a week; he washed the dishes every night; he did our laundry; he cleaned the bathroom; and he even washed the windows, while I could just sit back and relax. When Heero told me the only thing I needed to do was make sure the furniture stayed clean, I went out and bought black leather sofas and a black coffee table. All I needed to do was wipe it down and I'd be done.
I'm such a clever little boy.
"It's ready," Heero called from the kitchen.
My stomach gave a loud lurch and I jumped off the sofa, even though I dreaded the night's dinner. Heero was confusing me so much; I was seriously debating whether or not I should start eating out for dinner.
I walked into the kitchen and stopped in the doorway, stunned by the way Heero stood near the stove. A large wooden spoon caressed his plump lips, and his teeth nibbled on the edges as he looked at me through dark eyelashes.
My throat muscles tightened again, forcing me to swallow, hard. There was something different about his clothing. He wore his usual green tank top and black spandex, but somehow an indecent amount of skin was showing. It seemed like his tank top was two sizes too large, and his spandex one size too small.
". . . eat?"
I blinked when I noticed Heero's lips were moving, and I managed to catch the end of his sentence as my head cleared.
"What?" I somehow managed to get the word out of my mouth, even though I was still entranced by whatever it was Heero was doing to me.
There was that smirk again, and I knew that he knew he was doing something to me.
"Are you going to eat?" he asked, licking the wooden spoon with his pink tongue.
I nodded dumbly and reached for the plate Heero had left on the counter, not bothering to see what was on it. I fled from the kitchen and headed towards the living room, feeling my braid whip against my back in my haste.
The sounds from the television were a welcomed distraction as I sat down. My body felt several degrees warmer than usual, and I had to take a moment to steady my breathing.
There was no doubt in my mind that Heero was unconsciously hitting on me. It had to be unconscious, otherwise why would he do it? Heero wasn't gay. I wasn't gay. I had numerous one-night stands to prove that I wasn't gay.
Then why did Heero's unconscious sexuality captivate me?
I clenched my teeth and looked down at my plate; seeing that Heero had cooked lamb chops for the evening.
Quiet and thoughtful were two words few people associated me with. I was the happy, go-lucky Gundam pilot. But it seemed, after spending so much time with Heero, I allowed my mask to drop and I was able to be the person that I was. Aside from the weird way's Heero was acting, I felt comfortable around him - which is why I didn't bother to hide my moodiness from him. I glared at my plate and cut my meat mechanically, barely registering the moment Heero joined me at the coffee table.
"You're quiet," Heero said, looking at me through his impossibly wild bangs.
"Just thinking," I muttered as I shoved some rice and meat into my mouth. Even though my eyes were fixed on my plate, I managed to catch his slightly raised eyebrow. "What?" I looked up with my fork still in my mouth, praying to God that any objects, especially his pink little tongue, weren't caressing his lips.
Heero shook his head, causing his wild-brown hair to bounce from side-to-side.
I cursed mentally at the way I seemed to be captivated with Heero's features.
Frowning, I returned my attention back to my plate, trying hard to force Heero's image out of my mind. It was hard, though. Even from the few feet that separated us, I could smell the fruity sweetness of his shampoo, and I could feel his presence, warm and alive, across from me.
I couldn't understand why I was reacting this way.
"Lady Une said we might be receiving a new mission soon," I said for the sake of conversation. If I thought about things for too long, I always ended up with a headache. Thus, talking often solved the problem of thinking. "She said if things continue to go the way they're going, we're going to have to be sent out to 'take care' of them."
"Aa," Heero said quietly.
I couldn't stop myself from watching Heero bring a forkful of food up to his parted lips. I stared at his lips as he munched on his food quietly, unable to tear my gaze away from his oil-glistened mouth. That damn tongue emerged a minute later, licking along his full lips, which caused a familiar tingling near my groin.
"Duo?"
I blinked as that mouth formed my name and Heero's voice emerged. I shook my head and met his blue eyes, flushing a little as I noticed my half-hard erection. I sat up straight and looked at the television, saying, "What?" as I began flipping through the channels.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Heero smirk at me for the nth-time.
"Nothing." He resumed eating, seemingly focused on the plate in front of him. In an attempt to get my traitorous body under control, I started a one-sided conversation about anything and everything. Heero just nodded his head every once in awhile, but I could feel his blue eyes focused on me intently. It was as if he were trying to strip me naked, and my mind began to drift towards the gutter.
"I'm going to take a shower," Heero announced once he was done with his dinner.
"Ok," I heard myself say. As Heero stood from the floor, my eyes focused on his spandex clad bottom. I could easily see the firm outline of his muscles; they were well pronounced and tight enough to bounce a quarter off of them.
I mentally slapped myself and returned my attention to the television, repeating, 'you just need to get laid' over and over.
I couldn't be sexually attracted to Heero.
I managed to find a decent program on the television - Iron Chief - and easily lost myself to the food on the screen. . .
Until I heard Heero turn on the shower.
I turned my head to look down the hallway, seeing orange light from the bathroom stream under the door. On their own volition, images of Heero, naked and soaked with water, entered my mind and a frustrated groan escaped my lips. I stared at the white door with a painted gold knob for a door handle, cursing. After thinking I've found myself - who I was and what I stood for - I felt a wave of confusion as sudden doubts of my sexuality crashed over me. Never, in my seventeen years of life, have I ever been attracted to another male. Yet, here I was, suddenly doubting my sexuality. And it was all Heero's fault.
I blinked when I heard Heero's voice calling me.
The shower had stopped without my noticing.
"Duo! Could you grab me a towel?!"
I frowned and stood from the couch, hesitantly. Then I headed towards the linen closet and grabbed him a fluffy towel.
For a moment, I stood in front of the bathroom door, just staring at it. Then, convincing myself that I wouldn't see anything, I opened the door, and froze.
In the shower, Heero was holding open the shower curtain, wearing nothing more than droplets of crystal water. His chocolate-colored hair was matted to his golden skin, nearly obscuring his piercing blue eyes. I watched, transfixed, as beads of water trickled down his toned body, over his taut stomach, and down his slim legs. I dragged my eyes up to his face, aware of my heavy breathing as his blue eyes, shaded with his wet bangs, stared at me with an almost pleased expression on his face.
"Duo?" his voice came out low and husky, and I realized he was holding out his left hand.
I handed him the towel and fled out of the bathroom, feeling my heart pound against my ribcage.
"Jesus, Heero!" I managed to shout, "couldn't you have hidden behind the shower curtain or something?"
A moment later, Heero emerged from the bathroom, still dripping wet, only now he had a white towel wrapped around his waist. I had almost forgotten how small Heero was. The towel just barely covered the top of his knees, while on me, the towel covered up to mid-thigh.
"The shower curtain is dirty," he said, "and my clothes would have gotten wet if I put them on."
"You could've just left the curtain closed," I muttered.
"Our bodies are the same," Heero said in a perfect monotone, "there's no reason to hide anything."
I snorted and began heading back to the living room, "Whatever you say, Heero. Just, don't do that again, ok?"
"Hn," Heero said, lightly brushing pass me as he headed towards his bedroom.
I shivered as his warm, moist skin brushed against my bare arm. I watched as he walked down the hall with water still cascading down his smooth back. I shook my head and hurried back to the sofa, sliding against the cool leather and sighing. Sometimes, it seemed like Heero was seducing me. Other times, I believed Heero was simply clueless of his actions. It had to be one or the other, but I sure as hell wasn't going to ask him which.
Heero was an enigma to me.
*~*~*
For the rest of the night, Heero and I sat on opposite ends of the couch watching an old movie. I had spent most of the time watching him from the corner of my eye. Every once in awhile, I saw his eyes crinkle at the edges in amusement, or wrinkle at the movies stupidity. Even in the darkness of the living room, I could see his features clearly in the blue-light glow from the television screen.
After, we retired to our rooms. I said 'goodnight', while Heero said nothing. Then again, Heero never said 'goodnight' or 'good morning'. I doubt that he had the two words in his vocabulary.
I laid back on my bed and stared at my ceiling for a long time, feeling sleep evade me as soon as my head hit the pillow. Moonlight streamed in through my windows, casting dark shadows along one side of my squared bedroom. I tucked my hands under my head, crossed my ankles, and bit my lower lip in contemplation.
Damn Heero for making me think so much. I no longer doubted that I held a sexual attraction towards him, but I wanted to know where it had come from in the first place. No one could turn gay overnight, nor could they turn bisexual. Had I always been that way, I just hadn't noticed it before? It was possible, but I had never viewed another male in the way that I viewed Heero.
I breathed out deeply, causing my jagged bangs to bounce off my forehead for a moment. I'd never spent so much time thinking about one particular thing before. Maybe, if I pushed it to the back of my mind, I'd be able to forget about it. I should just take each day as it comes, as I had always done. Heero has been affecting me in more ways than one. I would usually just go with the flow; I never analyzed things the way Heero did.
I managed to fall asleep a few moments after that.
*~*~*
A moan escaped my lips as a wet mouth descended upon my arousal. Two hands were placed on my hips, holding me down, preventing me from pushing my hips up into the wet heat. I threw my head back as pressure gripped my cock, caressing every inch with a slippery tongue and moist walls. I managed to open my eyes halfway, looking down the length of my body, trying to figure out who was bringing me pleasure.
Prussian blue eyes met my gaze through long, chocolate-colored bangs. I easily recognized Heero's features. His jaw and mouth were angled in a slight 'v' shape, due to the erection that was buried between plump lips, but I knew the eyes, I knew the hair, and I knew those lips all too well.
Heero was on all fours between my spread legs; his elbows sunk into the white mattress we were on, supporting his body weight as he worked on my cock. His lower body rested on his bent knees, keeping his ass raised high in the air, creating an almost heart-shape with his firm curves. I reached out blindly, grabbing hold of the cotton sheets and twisting them in my hand, needing something to grab onto. I moaned low in my throat when he sucked harder, causing his cheeks to turn inward as he increased his pressure.
Pleasure covered my mind and senses in a thick haze. A wave of warm ecstasy washed over me, again and again. I could feel his throat muscles working on the head of my cock, making swallowing motions that squeezed the tip in an unimaginably pleasurable way. Through the haze of euphoria that rushed over me, a small part of me marveled at the way Heero was able to ignore his gag reflex. Then the thought disappeared as a hand wrapped around the base of my cock, stroking the firm flesh as Heero's head bobbed up and down, adding more pressure and creating more pleasure.
I sat up on my elbows, watching Heero as my erection disappeared into his mouth, over and over again. The bluish-white moonlight that streamed in through the windows illuminated Heero's form in an almost dark - but not too dark - shadow. As his hand moved up and his mouth came down, I was able to catch a glimpse of Heero's saliva as it glistened on the flesh of my hard cock, before his luscious lips and hand met, bringing another wave of pleasure throughout my body.
I bit my lower lip to hold back my moans, hard enough to cause a shallow cut with my teeth. I reached out a hand and buried it in Heero's hair, running my hands through its softness before I gripped the wild locks, hard, unable to stop myself when Heero began sucking harder.
"Fuck. . ." I moaned, tilting my head back a little as Heero increased his pressure and speed. I could feel my back arch slightly, creating a slight 'u' shape with my elbows still supporting me. I could feel stray strands of my hair stick to my damp back, telling me that my braid was coming loose from its tie.
Then my groin began to tighten as Heero hummed around my cock; the sound vibrating in my ears and against my arousal. But the humming became louder and louder, creating a ringing noise that sounded all too familiar to me. . .
And I sat up in bed, covered in sweat, slamming a hand down on the alarm clock buzzing beside me.
I buried my face against the pillow, trying to block out the bright sunshine that streamed in through my windows. I swore loudly into my pillow, feeling my hard, unsatisfied erection press against my stomach. I rolled over on my side, facing my back towards the window, and hesitantly opened my eyes.
Even in dreams, Heero wouldn't leave me alone.
"Fucking Yuy," I muttered in a voice hoarse from sleep.
I crawled out of bed and trudged towards the door in irritation.
Mornings were never good to me, but after having a dream like that, I was even more grouchy than usual.
I quickly freshened up in the bathroom and took a warm shower, relieving my arousal. After having the water wake me up, I quickly dressed and headed into the kitchen, surprised at the lack of noise in the apartment. Usually, Heero was eating breakfast and watching the morning news, but there was no signs or sounds of Heero anywhere.
I peered into the kitchen and found it clean and empty. I frowned and headed towards Heero's bedroom, knocking on the closed door. After a minute of no response, I turned the handle and allowed myself inside.
His room was impeccably clean, as usual. The double bed in the center of the room was made; the windows on the far wall were closed and locked; and on his desk in front of his bed sat his laptop, but judging from the blinking light at the bottom of his screen, it was still on.
I walked across the room and took a seat in front of his laptop, pushing on the keypad to bring it back to life. A box was still open on the screen, indicating that Heero had received a message. I knew it'd be bad to read his note - what if it was personal? - but he hadn't left a message on the refrigerator - like he usually did - saying where he had gone, and I figured this had something to do with it.
As I skimmed through the message, I noted that I was right. Lady Une had called him in earlier this morning, saying that they needed his help in decoding a file. I closed the box, intending to shut down the laptop for him, when a smaller box was revealed after the larger one disappeared.
My eyes widened when I read the note - which I probably shouldn't have done. It was just one line, but it explained the weird side to Heero Yuy.
It said: Mission: Seducing Duo - In Progress.
To be continued. . .
AN: I hope this wasn't confusing. . . ^^;;