"Sir, you can't just�!" the port clerk protested, trying to bar the door to his office with his body. Duo ignored him completely, pushing past him to get to the vidphone on the desk. Mariemaia shuffled along behind him, moving with difficulty in the oversized spacesuit.
"Miss, please, tell him he shouldn't be in here!" the clerk cried, eyes darting wildly around. "Security will be here any moment�"
"He's a Preventer," the girl told the nervous man urbanely, settling herself into the office chair as Duo bent over the phone, dialling a familiar number.
"All right, what's going on here?" The voice from the corridor was more exasperated than threatening; Duo cast a quick glance over his shoulder as the line rang, seeing a weary-looking man in a Winner Security uniform.
There was a click as the line picked up. "Quatre Winner. This had better be � Duo!" Quatre's face appeared on the screen in a burst of static, looking drawn and exhausted.
"Hey Q." Duo flipped an absent wave, watching from the corner of his eye as the two men in the doorway worked out just whom he was addressing and began backing discreetly away. "I'm back at the docks � can you send a car ASAP?"
"Of course." Quatre covered the mouthpiece for a moment, turning to speak to someone outside the camera's reach. "Rashid will be there shortly, Duo. What�?"
Duo shook his head quickly. "I'll explain later, Q. Just � tell Doro her kid's fine, OK?" That was probably about as explicit as he cared to get on an unsecured line. "We'll be there in a while."
Quatre's sea-blue eyes went wide. "Duo!"
"Not now, Q." Duo sighed, raking his bangs back from his forehead. Damn, he needed a shower. And some coffee, and dinner sounded like a good idea too. It must be past midnight local time; he cast a quick look at Mariemaia, noting that her eyes were bruised and she looked as tired as Quatre. "We'll be there in fifteen, OK?" He signed off without bothering with explanations or goodbyes, sighing as he straightened up, his spine protesting. Damn, getting old at twenty-one is just not funny.
Duo raised his arms over his head, trying to stretch out the kinks as he eyeballed the distinctly nervous-looking Winner employees. He didn't really blame them; in a dirty t-shirt and sweats and with his hair straggling out of its braid he looked as though he'd been sleeping on the streets again. "You." He pointed a finger at the clerk, who tried to cringe back but was stopped by the doorframe behind him. "My shuttle's in Bay 32B. No one touches it without permission, that clear?"
The man nodded uncertainly and Duo eased up on his glare, turning to the security guy. "You, lead the way to the parking lot." He glanced at Marie, who was drooping where she sat, and extended a hand to her. "C'mon, kiddo, nearly there."
"Yes." Mariemaia looked up at him for a moment before placing her gloved hand in his and allowing him to tug her to her feet. Duo grinned at her, patting her gently on the shoulder and steering her out of the office as he jerked his head at the guard.
"Uh� This way, sir." The man had apparently decided that it was better not to mess with him, Duo thought amusedly; he made sure to keep several paces in front of them on the way through the offices. As they passed through what seemed to be the break room, Duo caught Mariemaia's wistful glance at the vending machine in the corner.
"You hungry?" He indicated the soda and chocolate machines with a shrug of one shoulder, slowing his pace and hunting through the pocket of his pants for his wallet.
"A little." Although the girl tried to sound unconcerned, Duo read the hope in her eyes and laughed.
"OK, hang on a minute." He crossed quickly to the machines and slid several credits into slots, punching for two sodas and several candy bars before returning. "Here ya go." He held out his booty, letting her choose and not really surprised when she picked the plain lemon soda and a couple of candy bars. They hastened their steps to catch back up to the guard, both of them munching as they went.
"Here, sir." The security officer pushed open a fire door, ushering Duo and Marie out into the staff parking lot. "Do you want me to�?"
"Nah, go on back." Duo grinned at him out of habit, flipping an irreverent salute. "Thanks for the help, man."
"You're welcome, sir." The guy beat a hasty retreat back the way they'd come. Duo glanced around the almost-deserted lot, then decided to head for the main street entrance.
"Come on, this way." He crumpled the wrapper of his candy bar, already feeling the slight rush as the sugar hit his bloodstream.
"Thank you." Marie looked up at him, pale blue eyes eerily illuminated by the arc lamps overhead that cast a coppery sheen on her red hair.
"No problem, kid." Duo grinned, swinging his arms as they wandered over towards the main doors. "Least it's better out here than cramped up in a cockpit, huh?"
"Yeah." She smiled up at him, heavy gloves fumbling with the cap of her soda bottle. "Look�" Marie pointed towards the security barriers at the entrance to the lot, which were swinging slowly to one side. "Is that Rashid?"
Duo squinted at the black saloon dubiously, trying to make out the features of the driver. The light reflecting from the tinted windows foiled him, though; he pushed Marie gently behind him, taking up a loose protective stance. We'll soon see�
The dark saloon rolled slowly to a stop before them, and the passenger-side window wound down, revealing a very familiar face shadowed by a long sweep of hair. "Get in," Trowa told him calmly, and Duo exhaled in relief, yanking open the rear door and holding it for Marie to clamber clumsily into a seat.
Duo slammed the door shut behind him with a satisfying noise, scootching down into the mock-leather seat cushion with a sigh. Trowa cleared his throat, meeting Duo's eyes in the rear-view mirror as Rashid accelerated towards the main road.
"Where's Heero?"
Duo groaned, clutching his braid in one fist. "Don't ask. He'll be here tomorrow." He would be, Duo swore to himself, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment.
"Do I even want to know what happened?" Trowa's voice was almost amused; Duo snorted.
"Probably not, but you can hear it later. Right now I think Missy here needs some dinner."
"You mean you do." Mariemaia poked him in the ribs, giggling as Duo mimed a fatal wounding. Trowa rolled his eyes at them both.
The Winner estate was barely ten minutes from the private port; Duo hardly had time to relax into his seat before they were drawing up outside the main formal entrance. Yawning, he reached across Marie to open her door as she struggled with her seatbelt. "We need to get you outta that thing," he observed wryly, poking at one of the rucked folds of material in the space suit's arms.
She all but yawned in his face, and Duo laughed as she stumbled out into the night-dark driveway, scrambling after her. The house was brightly lit, and the front door opened as Trowa slammed the passenger door shut behind him.
"Duo?" Quatre appeared, bracketed by Hilde and Dorothy, who all but flew down the steps at the sight of Mariemaia, trailing a blonde braid almost as messy as Duo's own.
"Maria!" Mariemaia turned at the cry, and Duo saw her eyes go wide before she launched herself into her guardian's arms, unwieldy spacesuit and all.
"T�a Dorothy!" Duo watched as the girl buried her face in the older woman's shoulder, hiding the sparkle of tears. A tap on his shoulder distracted him from the reunion, and he looked round into the extremely pissed-off face of his housemate.
"And just what the hell did you think you were doing, running off on your own?" Hilde spat at him, poking a hard finger into his chest. "Have an attack of heroics, did you? Idiot." She prodded him again, then enfolded him in a brief, hard hug before grabbing him by the arm and dragging him towards the house.
***
It took a while to sort out all the confusion. Hilde was mollified enough by Duo's explanation of the circumstances surrounding his and Heero's meeting to allow him to actually eat the dinner Quatre'd had prepared. The eight of them sat around the conference table; Duo had let Marie eat while he'd told his tale, and now she was sleepily explaining as much as she could about her experiences of the past three days � or was it four? Duo was confused as all hell by this point.
"�So I waited and waited, and finally I heard noises outside," Mariemaia told them, still hanging tightly onto Dorothy's hand. She'd been divested of the spacesuit earlier and still sat in the plain jeans and t-shirt she had escaped in. "It was Heero; he shot the guard and let me out. He had blood all over his arm but he tied it up and we waited until the cameras were looking the other way and then ran down the halls to the stairs."
"Wait a second," Duo interrupted, eyes narrowing. "Heero had blood on his arm?" Since when? Why didn't he�?
"Yes." Marie looked a little confused. "I think someone shot him, here�" She pointed to a place high on her upper arm, and Duo gritted his teeth against a slew of curses.
Damn that bastard, he played me! 'You can't go because you're injured' � yeah fucking right! I am going to kill him! "Go on," he grated, winning a narrow look from Dorothy for his pains.
"Okay." Marie reached for her glass of milk and took a long gulp. "We got into the stairs and went up. On the way we met Katrin and another man coming down � Heero put me behind him and shot them, and we went on, but a man came up behind us and shot at me. I fell down and Heero shot him � right in the head." She looked vaguely disturbed by that, but Dorothy, Sally and Quatre were suddenly radiating tension.
"Did the man hurt you?" Dorothy asked, her fingers visibly tightening around Mariemaia's.
"A bit." The girl tugged her hand back, wriggling away from the table and lifting her left leg to display the ankle. When she pulled up the leg of her jeans there was a small graze along the outside of the joint, edged with a few smears of dried blood. Sally exclaimed, pushing up from her chair and moving around the table to get a better look.
"Go on, Marie." Quatre smiled at her encouragingly, reaching across the table to pat her hand. "What happened next?"
"We found a way out through a cleaners closet." Marie grinned impishly. "Heero kicked the door right in, just like in the movies. We went outside, and found a taxi � Heero got a lot of money from a bank machine. We went to the spaceport and got on a flight to New Anselm. When we got there Heero said we had to get a ship so we went round the back of the spaceport and he hacked the locks to get into the bay." She shrugged. "That was it, really. When we got on the ship Heero made me stay in the cockpit because there was someone there. He took an awful long time finding Duo, though."
Duo winced; he hadn't mentioned that little incident in his run-down of events. Nor would he, not even under threat of torture from Hilde. "Yeah well, he shot me," he grumbled, brandishing his bandaged arm.
Trowa was grinning at him rather disturbingly. "Consider it payback for the times you shot him."
"Yeah, yeah," Duo muttered, folding his arms atop the wood-veneered table. "We done here yet or did some emergency come up while I was gone? I need a shower and about a week of sleep."
Quatre, Trowa and Wu Fei exchanged glances. "We came up with a few more pieces of information," the blond replied slowly, picking up a datareader. "Can you manage another half hour or so?"
"Yeah, sure." Duo groaned theatrically, then shrugged, rolling his shoulders to try and ease the kinks from his muscles.
"I think this young lady should be in bed." Sally exchanged a speaking look with Wu Fei for a moment, then nodded and turned to Dorothy. "Come on, let's get her settled. We can call Une too."
Dorothy blinked, clearly almost as exhausted as her young charge. "Damn, I completely forgot� Come on, Maria�" They trailed from the room in a straggle of uniforms and red-blonde hair; it all merged together in Duo's eyes to a formless mass of colour, shifting shapes without texture. He yawned, covering his mouth belatedly as he tried and failed to calculate just how much sleep he'd had in the past three days. Things that had been commonplace during war were entirely out of the ordinary in peace-time. I'm outta practice at this soldier business, he mused sardonically. Always thought that'd be a good thing�
"OK Q, whatcha got?" Duo asked, beyond subtlety.
Quatre exchanged another glance with Trowa. "We've been looking into Perfect Light Systems � they seem fairly legitimate on the surface, but Trowa managed to get into their databases and found some rather disturbing data. It seems like the company's not much more than a cover organisation for weapons smuggling. There's more there � we need to get into their email servers and decrypt the cache to try and get hold of some names � details�"
"I can get on that tomorrow." Duo nodded wearily. "The minute Heero gets back, though, he takes over." And it better be damned soon � we need to have words�
"Good." Hilde propped her head on one fist. "I'm getting some weird vibes off my L2 and L3 contacts; I want you to check that out too."
"And go over the plans of L3-D4993 with Yuy to get the location of the installation," Wu Fei put in, rubbing his chin absently.
"Yeah, yeah." Duo swallowed another yawn. "Tomorrow, guys. Or later today, whatever. I have got to get me some sleep."
***
Duo blinked himself into awareness, rolling over to squint at the glowing green numbers of the clock on the night table. Nine twenty-seven AM, and he'd collapsed into bed at close to four. There was no way he should be awake already after the day he'd had yesterday, so what the fuck had woken him?
He yawned, then frowned. Comfortably warm beneath the duvet, hardly any light seeping around the thick velvet curtains at the window. No urgent calls of nature, and while his hair was still damp from the shower it was not unpleasantly so. So why the hell was he awake already?
Shrugging, Duo yawned again and threw the covers aside, lifting the empty water glass from the night table and heading towards the little en-suite bathroom. Now that he was awake�
Hoisting up the loose pyjama pants he'd borrowed from Quatre, he shuffled back towards the bed feeling at least a little refreshed. Another couple of hours of sleep were definitely on the cards, though, since it was likely he wouldn't be getting much for the rest of the week. Whatever these Perfect Light guys were up to, it seemed pretty imminent.
Halfway back to the welcoming warmth of the bed, a sound on the edge of hearing made Duo pause, eyes straying to the door. People walking past made more noise, and the sound of footsteps wouldn't have woken him. Maybe the cleaners were dusting outside, and had dropped something?
Duo frowned, reaching absently over his shoulder to scratch at the back of his neck. Something was niggling at him, he just didn't know quite what. Heaving a long-suffering sigh at the vagaries of his own subconscious, he wandered over to the door and drew back the bolt, yanking it open.
He'd expected an empty corridor. To be confronted with an uncertain-looking Heero Yuy was somewhat disconcerting. Still, Duo thought he reacted rather calmly, given the circumstances. He managed to pick up his jaw after only a few seconds.
"Were you planning on knocking at all?" he asked, unable to repress a smirk at the shifty expression on Heero's face. The Japanese man was obviously freshly showered and dressed; he wore a pair of plain blue sweat pants and a loose tank top that made the neat white bandage around his left biceps extremely obvious.
Duo's eyes narrowed. "Come on in, I'm not gonna shout at you out in the hallway." He shuffled back, holding the door wide. Heero looked at him for a moment longer before following him, and Duo was suddenly embarrassingly aware of his state of undress. Folding his arms across his bare chest, he eyed his partner pointedly as the door swung shut. "Care to explain that little 'you're injured' routine you put on?"
Heero flushed. "I'm sorry. I thought � your injury was more recent than mine, and you knew the ship's systems better. It made sense for you to be the one to pilot."
Inwardly, Duo had to acknowledge that he was right. That didn't make him any less pissed off, though. "All the pretty motives in the world won't change the fact that you lied to me," he pointed out, careful to keep his voice down.
"I did not!" Heero jerked up to his full height in startlement. "I just� withheld some of the truth�"
"Like that's not just as bad," Duo scoffed. "Marie told us about your damn-fool escape plan. What the hell were you thinking, going up against a fucking building full of guards by yourself? And with a kid to protect!" He glared at his partner, settling his hands on his hips. "And to top it all off, you stole my ship!"
Heero visibly winced at that, and Duo had to put aside the rush of sympathy he suddenly felt. Here the guy's been halfway across the solar system on no sleep and I'm yelling at him.
"It was the best option available at the time," Heero told him quietly. "I would have paid for any damage, you know that�"
"I know, but that doesn't stop me being pissed," Duo answered forthrightly. "It's like Deathscythe all over again, except you never fucking apologised for stealing my parts then."
"I saved your life," Heero objected, a hint of humour beginning to come back into his eyes.
Duo grinned at him. "Yeah, like you wouldn't have done anyway. I had your number, Yuy, even then. You were never as bad as you tried to pretend."
Something in the depths of those dark-blue irises flared slightly � dark and slightly bitter. "I never could hide from you."
"Didn't stop you trying," Duo muttered, rolling his own eyes. "So didja have any trouble getting back?"
"No." Heero shook his head wryly. "I was followed into W835, of course, but there was enough of a crowd in the spaceport to disappear in."
"That's good." Duo frowned. "Has Q talked to you yet? Debriefing, I mean?"
"Hn." Heero nodded his head. "I spoke to the Commander on the vidphone, too. She sends her thanks to you for bringing Marie back."
"Cool. So am I supposed to be getting my ass to another meeting?" Duo asked, almost groaning at the thought.
"No one else is up." Heero examined him critically, eyes skimming up and down Duo's body. "You look tired; you should get some more sleep."
Duo could feel himself flushing uncontrollably; he looked away, biting his lip as the memories of kisses in a shuttle gangway flooded back, overwhelming his senses. "Yeah� I s'pose I can chew you out properly later." He risked a fleeting glance at his partner, noticing that Heero's face was just as flushed as his own. Duo mentally reran his words and had to repress a groan of utter mortification. He hadn't meant�!
Entirely unbidden, the image swam into his mind: Heero gasping and bucking beneath him, hard flesh pulsing under his tongue� Duo swallowed dryly and tried to ignore the unmistakable stirrings in his groin. There would be time for this later � time to talk it through, sort out just what the hell was going on between them. Time � when there wasn't a Sphere-wide emergency threatening.
Summoning up a nervous grin, he reached up and poked Heero gently in the shoulder. "Looks like you could do with a bed too�" Except it didn't, he didn't, and with the warm-soft texture of Heero's skin beneath his fingertips Duo found it quite suddenly impossible to pull his hand away. Caught by the shock of contact, by the aching swell of need that seemed to saturate every pore of his body, Duo stared up into Heero's wide deep-blue eyes and forgot to breathe.
"Duo?" Heero's voice was thick with� something. Slowly, uncertainly, his hand came up to cover Duo's. The American man shivered at the soft brush of fingers against the back of his palm, unable to look away as Heero stared into his eyes.
Mesmerising. Duo swallowed convulsively, his free hand reaching up entirely without his volition, brushing the tangled still-damp hair from Heero's brow. He felt Heero shiver beneath his touch, saw the motion as his partner leaned involuntarily into the caress. It went through him like a bolt of lightning when he felt Heero's fingers sliding around his neck, tangling themselves into the hair at his nape.
Duo moaned, leaning forward without thought and tugging Heero against him, tilting his head up just enough to catch Heero's lips in a hard kiss.
This time there was no hesitation. Heero's arms went around him and Heero's body pressed against him and Heero's lips opened beneath his. Duo moaned, pressing into the contact, sliding his tongue into his partner's mouth and tasting the hot-spicy-sweetness that was Heero. It was everything he remembered, everything he hadn't realised he'd been wanting. It was more. Euphoria gripped him, and a growing excitement; he set his teeth into Heero's bottom lip, tugging gently before parting his lips again, coaxing Heero's tongue into his own mouth.
"Mm�" Heero groaned against him, one hand clutching at the back of Duo's neck and the other slipping down the naked skin of his back to encircle his waist. His tongue flicked at the roof of Duo's mouth, explored him, slid hot and slick along his teeth and lips. Duo clutched at the Japanese man's shoulders, opening himself totally to the delicious contact, feeling the slow uncurling of desire in his belly.
They parted in a hiss and shudder of breath released. Duo opened eyes he didn't remember closing, staring into so-close deep blue eyes � sea-blue, stormy dark water that could be as warm and caressing as it could be cold and chill � and groping for words. Before he could find any, Heero kissed him again, mouth hot and wet with the taste of desperation, and Duo was lost again.
Heero. It was all he could think, as he lifted his head, nuzzling at Heero's lips, exploring his partner's mouth with his tongue. Heero�
Time slowed. The rest of the world seemed to fade into the background; there was no floor beneath his feet, no air on his skin, nothing but Heero's strong torso against his, Heero's arms tight around him, Heero's tongue entwined with his own. Duo groaned, pressing closer, trying to swallow his partner � his lover � whole. He pushed against Heero, slid his arms down the other man's back, clutched him closer and moaned into his mouth. Their hips brushed together and Duo started, spasms of need twisting through him as Heero echoed his moan. Yes�
It crashed over him like a tsunami, years of pent-up desire and frustrated need pouring forth until Duo felt he was drowning. It was obvious that Heero was experiencing something similar; he gasped and shuddered in Duo's arms, hands sliding down to cup Duo's ass and tug their bodies together again.
Duo obliged eagerly, hips thrusting forwards involuntarily, grinding against Heero. The contact shivered through every inch of him; he felt himself hardening even further. There was an answering bulge in Heero's pants, rubbing against him� With a groan, Duo fumbled with loose folds of material, eventually managing to slide his hands beneath Heero's tank top.
Skin. Warm, smooth, and just as soft as he remembered. Duo felt Heero hiss into his mouth as he brought the flats of his hands up and around, caressing the lines and curves of muscle. He knew what Heero looked like, of course; they'd spent enough time in Preventer changing rooms after all. But to feel, to touch, was entirely different. Ripples of adult muscle that had been only shadows beneath skin were now fleshed out, warm and shivering beneath his fingers.
Duo grinned, breaking the kiss to stare for a moment into his partner's eyes. Endless blue, hazed with desire. Oh, he remembered that look� Deliberately, he moved his hands higher, rucking grey fabric around his wrists as he searched. The first brush of fingertips across his nipples brought a visible shudder to Heero's frame, Duo's name forming silently on his lips. His hands tugged the American closer again, and Duo dipped his head, dragging a wet kiss along the cords of Heero's neck, then following up with his teeth.
It was better than he remembered. Heero gasped, and hissed, and moaned, and his palms cupped Duo's ass, tugging him upwards as his fingers kneaded. Duo laughed breathily, licking the blushing red patch he had created for good measure, and obliged, sliding one pyjama-clad knee between Heero's and pressing upward with his thigh.
Heero gasped and bucked against him, tented blue fabric pressed hard against Duo's hip, a soft tense weight against the muscle of his thigh. His hands moved, sliding upwards once again before moving down, this time taking the pyjama pants with them. Duo shuddered and moaned at the feel of his partner's hands on his naked skin, tensing helplessly as a teasing finger brushed briefly along his cleft.
Oh� fuck� Heero�
Duo wriggled urgently, kicking his way out of the pants at the same time as he yanked on Heero's tank top, tugging it up and over the Japanese man's head. Utterly unheeding of his own nakedness, he stepped back, watching avidly as Heero bent and slid his own pants down his hips. No underwear� Duo swallowed, eyes roaming over smooth planes of muscle and the discolourations of scar tissue and the hard, stiff flesh jutting from the V of muscled thighs.
Oh fuck�
They came together in a rush, skin meeting skin and bodies pressing together as though they could meld into one being. Duo threw back his head with a gasp as their cocks met and rubbed together, aching pleasure slithering along his nerves. Heero took advantage of his distraction, thrusting his tongue into Duo's mouth as though he would devour him. Duo slid one hand down from Heero's shoulder, trailing down sculpted abdominals before dipping to cup his balls, stroking and rolling gently.
Heero groaned into his mouth, tongue stroking its roof as he shuddered and clutched at Duo. Obligingly, Duo lifted up onto his tiptoes, rubbing the whole length of his body against Heero's, then brought both his legs up, wrapping them tightly around Heero's waist. This new position pressed their cocks tightly together; Duo could feel every sliding inch of Heero against him, every slick drop of precome that oozed from them both.
He was beyond words, but Heero seemed to know what he wanted. He staggered a little, balancing their combined weights, then moved, clutching at Duo's ass as he headed for the bed. They tumbled onto the mattress in a jumble of lips and tongues and sweat-slippery limbs, still clutching desperately at each other. Duo wriggled free enough to toss his braid behind him, then promptly forgot about it as Heero moved to kneel above him, hands on Duo's hips.
"Heero�" The name was a combination of groan, sigh and gasp as his partner leaned deliberately down and licked a long, wet path up the underside of Duo's straining erection. His tongue ran once around the head before he pulled back, licking his lips. Heero's eyes� Duo felt exposed, naked, stripped bare beyond the trivialities of skin and flesh. He welcomed it, lifted his arms and his legs and wrapped both around his lover, tugging their bodies together again.
Heero groaned into his ear as their skins slid against each other, Duo's cock rubbing against his belly with delicious friction while Heero's slipped lower, teasing at the delicate skin behind Duo's balls, around his entrance.
"Yes�?" The question was breathy, nothing more than a soft exhalation against the patch of sensitive skin behind Duo's jaw. He shuddered from nape to heels as Heero licked thoughtfully at the spot, then nibbled a path down Duo's jaw to find his mouth again.
"God yes," Duo gasped helplessly, arching up against the other man, clutching at him in the desperation of desire. Need, not for sex or for pleasure or for orgasm, but for Heero. He breathed into the kiss, moaned when it was taken from him again, sucked hungrily at Heero's fingers when they were offered.
The first brush of fingers against his entrance had him spasming in shocked pleasure; it had been so long. Duo felt Heero's lips twitch into a grin against his chest, just before he sucked a nipple into his mouth and slid the first wet finger inside.
Duo arched, choking off a cry and clutching at Heero's head, fingers tangling in surprisingly soft hair. Heero pressed further within, wriggling the finger, stretching him. Duo writhed at the tickling feel of it, stiffened with a near-shriek as the pad of the digit brushed gently over his prostate.
"More!" he all but shouted, hands splaying out to grasp convulsively at the rumpled bedsheets, twisting the fabric as Heero added another finger, stretching him. It felt intrusive, it felt unfamiliar, it felt good�
Another flick against his prostate had him writhing half off the bed as whiteness exploded into his vision and jolts of pleasure shot through his limbs. Duo gasped and cursed and moaned Heero's name, wordlessly begging for more. For everything Heero could give him; Duo would take it all and more.
A third finger, briefly, more almost-uncomfortable stretching, and then Heero's hands were on his cock, squeezing and stroking and gathering up slick, sticky drops of precome to coat himself with. A random thought crossed Duo's brain that he would have to borrow some lube from Quatre tomorrow, but right now he didn't care. Heero was pressing against him, lifting his hips and beginning to push into him with the blunt tip of that gorgeous cock, and Duo� was throwing his head back, hissing against the burn of penetration and clutching at Heero, pulling him on, in, deeper.
Oh, fuuuuuuck� Duo breathed deeply, feeling every inch of Heero inside him, pressing against his inner walls, filling him, completing him, splitting him in two. Memory had softened this feeling, drawn a veil over the need and desperation and immediacy of it. Duo clutched at Heero's shoulders, wrapping his legs tightly about his lover's waist and rocking his hips, urging motion.
Heero pulled out slowly, just a few inches, then pushed back in, staring into Duo's eyes. His hair was wild and his lip was bitten and swollen and there were two livid red bite marks on his neck that Duo barely recalled putting there. All that existed for him now was this: Heero inside him, moving within him, filling him.
Heero moved again, pulling back and rocking his hips forward, and the head of his cock brushed over Duo's prostate. That was it; Duo was lost. He gasped and clung to Heero, stretching his neck up for a deep, wet kiss as he writhed beneath his lover, urging motion, penetration, thrust, now. Heero obliged him.
The world narrowed to the confines of two skins, wrapped in each other's sweat and fluids. Duo moaned and gasped with each powerful thrust of Heero's body into his, every nerve tingling. He seemed to move almost beyond the confines of his body, becoming a creature of nothing more than lust and motion as Heero moved inside him. It was too intense � too much. He could feel Heero gasping against his skin, feel the clenching and tightening of powerful muscles against his ass, feel the throb of hard flesh deep within him, taking him, claiming him, thrusting him higher and higher.
It was dizzying, the morass of sensation threatening to drown him; skin against skin, and slickness, and sweat, and the taste and smell of salt, and the clench and slide within that matched the aching spasms in his cock. Duo fumbled with his free hand, sliding it into the hot damp space between their bodies, wrapping clumsy fingers around himself and tugging, pulling and clenching at stiff flesh in rhythm with the thrust and gasp and tremble of Heero over him, around him, in him� Oh God, it was too much, it was all too much, he couldn't last, he could feel it, feel it everywhere, building, spiralling up through him, taking over his body and soul in a rising explosion of light and sound and feeling, of pleasure so acute it was almost pain.
Duo came with a hoarse, throaty cry, feeling his muscles clench and his body shake as the hot wetness spilled across his hand and stomach. And now Heero was moving faster, crying out something, and there was a tightening spasm inside him, and hot-wet-slick flooded him, spurting against that spot and wringing yet another fit of shuddering spasms from him�
Pure pleasure swallowed him whole; unconsciousness claimed him. He never felt Heero collapse atop him, body still shuddering with the aftershocks; he never felt him slide wearily out, slowly dragging the duvet up to cover them both. The impression that followed Duo into sleep was of nothing more than a sense of rightness, and a tired smile that seemed glued to his face.