Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Psionic Saga ❯ Chapter 18 ( Chapter 18 )

Chapter Eighteen

Warning: Lemon (its only fair to warn you, right? Besides…you knew it was coming) I've never written one, so if it sucks, tell me so I can stop myself from writing one ever again! Lol.

He woke to a sense of warmth still fresh on his skin, but its source was moving, no longer skin against skin. It upset him, though he could not say why. All he knew was he wanted it back and he would do anything to get it.

Something cold and hard snapped around his wrist and Heero's eyes snapped open, glaring at the fleeting touch of heat coming from Duo's fingers where they lightly brushed against his hand.

"Why are you up?"

The question startled Duo, his movements stopping completely, fingers not leaving Heero's hand. It took an almost visible effort for Heero not to smirk at his own genius. If he could keep Duo off guard forever, he might never let go…Not that that was possible.

"W…What?" Duo stammered, eyes still glowing with the touch of a fever.

"You're sick and tired. You need to rest."

Duo's fingers slipped from Heero's hand. He sat down on the side of the bed with a heavy sigh and Heero envied the blanket he was sitting on…the blanket that was between him and that skin.

"There's no time," Duo whispered, and Heero finally woke completely. Something in his tone, something in the way his eyes were looking at something that wasn't there…It was oddly familiar, and yet terrifying. Heero thought he might know where Duo was looking, what he was seeing, thought he might even know what he was feeling, but he couldn't at the same time. Some small piece of himself would not allow it and Heero wanted that small piece gone.

"Then I'll make time."

Duo's eyes went wide, like saucers…He turned his attention completely on Heero, shaking his head in the smallest of movements. Was that…denial? Heero would not be denied. He would not have it! He would have what he wanted, in this if in nothing else.

Duo was shaking his head, frightened by Heero's words. Heero did not know why and he decided he didn't care. Reaching out, he went to touch that skin…that warm, living skin…when he noticed what Duo had snapped on his wrist.

At first he thought it was a Psion band, but it was too small, too compact, too…

"What is this?" Heero held up his wrist for Duo's inspection.

"It is what it looks like, Heero. It's a Psion-band, just like the lat ones, only smaller, stronger, faster…"

Faster? What did that mean? Heero had no idea, but the thought seemed to disturb Duo, so Heero moved to remove it.

"No, don't!" Duo panicked, clamping both hands around Heero's wrist. "Please, you must not take it off. It will teach you how to….how to…"

"How to be like you."

"Something like that," Duo shrugged, though there was still that fear in his eyes.

Heero finished what he had started and ran the back of his fingers down Duo's cheek. Fear fled the lilac eyes, replaced with awe, and waiting for it, Heero saw longing.

Not one to disappoint, Heero used his other arm to sneak behind Duo and gently push him down. Still startled by the first movement, Duo fell against Heero's chest easily. Leaning in, Heero lifted his head and their lips met. One fleeting touch of his tongue and Heero had Duo's mouth open and was exploring, tasting, savouring…

Duo tastes like fresh air. Like metal, and fire, like life and freedom. Heero felt he was drinking the elixir of life. Even as it chained him to immortality, it set him free for eternity.

Duo's hands were tearing at the blanket. Heero flipped the small body over to the side and swiftly climbed out from under the sheets, gently placing himself over the lean form.

Duo was still wearing his school uniform. If it hadn't been for the black pants, it would have looked ridiculous on him. Heero liked Duo in black; it reflected something in his soul.

Heero slipped his hands under the shirt and lifted it over Duo's head, pulling the slender hands free from the cuffs easily. Duo's hands were moving under Heero's own shirt, fingers grazing against his flushed skin as he rid himself of the hindrance. Heero gasped when Duo's fingers grabbed hold on one nipple and began rolling it between his fingers. It didn't seem fair, that he could touch and so completely incapacitate Heero.

So Heero went for revenge, sliding down Duo's body and tasting the ivory skin he so adored. He sucked on the neck, softly so it wouldn't mark, then harder on the edge between throat and chest, nibbling on the bone just beneath the skin. Duo gasped and arched his back, his fingers splayed against Heero's chest, causing Heero to smirk. Revenge was sweet.

Moving lower, Heero trailed butterfly kisses down the centre of Duo's chest, then moved across, using his tongue to toy with one pink nipple.

Duo thrust his groin against Heero's and a fire erupted there. Heero gasped, releasing his small prize and stared at Duo's groin. There was a definite bulge in the black pants.

Heero ran butterfly kisses down Duo's stomach, flicking his tongue into the small belly button before continuing on his way. When he reached the top of the trousers, he used one finger to flick the button before using his chin to nuzzle open the zipper.

"Heero," Duo whispered, eyes wide, fogged with pleasure.

Heero pulled the trousers off with one quick flick of his wrist. It was easier than pulling the tablecloth off the table without smashing everything on it, which Heero had been doing since he was four. And this he enjoyed much more.

Duo's boxers met the same fate. Heero stared at the one-eyes snake in front of him until Duo was squirming.

"Heero, please…"

Heero tentatively flicked his tongue out and tasted the small drop of pearly liquid gathered on the tip. If Duo's mouth was the elixir of life, this was what killed. Addictive, like death's honey, Heero swallowed it whole, sucking, desperate for more.

Duo's hands were wrapped in his hair, tugging slightly so there was no pain, just pressure. When Heero gazed up he saw Duo's head was thrown back, face flushed, eyes pressed shut. He was moaning, but in a completely new way to what Heero was used to. Heero wanted to hear more.

Releasing the organ from his mouth, Heero reached up and lifted Duo's head.

"Open your eyes, Duo."

Duo obeyed, and his eyes were unlike anything Heero had seen before. The foggy glaze had spread over his pupils so he looked drugged, but in such a way that all his attention was focussed on what was being done to him, what Heero was doing to him…

"I want you to look at me like that forever…"

Duo did not have time to reply as Heero took him in his mouth again, fingers toying with the two silken sacks pressing against his cheeks.

Duo was panting his name, begging for release and Heero knew he was close. Heero himself was nowhere near, but it didn't bother him…yet.

That liquid flooded his mouth and he swallowed, sucking harder to get more. He didn't want it to end. He wanted to die in the flood.

But all good things come to an end. Heero let Duo slide from his mouth and he licked his lips, eyes raking over the boneless heap before him. Duo was watching him, but he didn't move. Heero knew the smaller boy was out of energy, but heero was not finished.

Something in his mind was screaming, finish it! Make him yours.

"Mine…" Heero echoed the thought and knew he wanted it. Wanted it more than life itself. With Duo he was free to do what he pleased. With Duo…he was trapped, and yet eternally unbound.

Duo sensed the change in Heero and one lazy arm fumbled on the small set of drawers at his bedside. He tossed a tube at Heero, small, unopened, unused. Heero smiled. Mine.

The lube was cold on his hot hands, but the temperature didn't bother Heero. It only made Duo seem warmer, more inviting. He spread it on his fingers, then moved Duo's legs apart, trailing his other hand down Duo's face to he would watch, and he did, those eyes fastened on Heero's every move.

Heero toyed with the small opening, slipping the barest hint of one fingertip inside then rubbing the small puckered piece of flesh without.

"Heero," Duo groaned, bumping his body against the fingers. "Get a move on!"

Heero eased one finger inside, marvelling at the small passage. Surely this wouldn't work! But he knew it would, and it only made him more excited. He was throbbing, blood puling, desperate for release, but he held it at bay. He would not harm Duo. Duo was life. Duo was.

Two fingers, three…Heero found an interesting bump inside of Duo, so small he almost didn't notice it. Curious, he brushed it with his fingertip.

"HEERO!" Duo half squealed, half gurgled, body arching wildly off the bed. It was such an incredible sight Heero had to do it again. Duo was waking, coming to life once more. Heero wasted no time.

Using his free hand, he ran the soft gel over his own erection before grabbing hold of Duo's. Duo bucked in his palm wildly. Heero waited until he was still, eyes locked together.

When Duo was on the verge of breaking their silence Heero thrust himself inside.

Heero thought the moan that escaped Duo would be heard in every dorm of the school, but the door was locked and he liked the sound too much to stop it.

Hot, so incredibly hot. Buried inside Duo Heero forgot what cold was like. There was no lonely, alone, absent, ice…no anger, just the all consuming burning heat and the warm sense of love radiating from Duo.

Heero realised that warmth had always been there; that Duo had loved him from the moment he flounced into their room on day one in their first year. Just as Heero had, though he had not admitted it. Had not understood.

It made him thrust harder, faster, more desperately, hand pumping the sign of Duo's pleasure in unison until they came, together. One.

Heero fell to the side, panting hard. When he had his breathing under control he wrapped his arms around Duo and pulled him onto his chest. Duo did not object. His lids were fluttering wildly and Heero knew he could not stay awake.

He listened as Duo's breathing evened out, and the heart beat hammering so near his own took up a slower, more paced rhythm. Then he let himself slide.

He went deep into himself, as he did when he broke free of the Psionicists, and the world disappeared.

*

Everything was white. He could hear his heart, thumping loudly, the only sound. He could feel the blood, hot and sticky, running over his skin. The chains were ice cold, hard and unforgiving.

But there was a taste in his mouth. There had never been a taste before. And there was another sound, close, so close….Another heart, beating to the same rhythm, almost an echo…

Far below a small form slept and the boy shuddered. There was a groan, a creak, a crash.

Beside the sleeping form below was a broken lock.

Slowly, like water, the boy felt the chains unravelling. He waited, patiently. He had waited an eternity. A moment more would not kill him.

End Chapter Eighteen.