Mechanics of Relationships:

Sorrow and Anger

Hiiro x Duo

 

Tawnya Kisaragi

 

Calmly leading Hiiro over to the bed and sitting, Duo began placing soft kisses on the other pilot’s callused hands.  His sweet lips gently brushed the tough skin, his warm breath soothing and teasing.  He very carefully kissed each fingertip, his tongue flicking out every once in a while to taste that skin.  Taking one finger in his mouth, he gently began sucking on the digit, his tongue caressing and loving.  Duo went from one finger to another, kissing and sucking until Hiiro thought he was going to go mad under the touch.

Pulling his hands free, Hiiro pushed Duo back onto the bed, giving him a long, sultry kiss.  His tongue pressed against the other’s lips, invading and tasting and loving every moment.  Duo’s hands found the end of Hiiro’s shirt and snaked up under it, letting them memorize the body they were touching.  When they broke for air, he slipped the tank top off and tossed it away.  Hiiro sat back a little, breathing hard.

“What about Wufei and dinner?”

Duo propped himself up on his elbows.  “Wufei can throw something in the microwave or order out if he’s desperate.  As for dinner,” he sat up and wound his arms around Hiiro’s neck, “Haven’t you ever heard the expression, ‘Life’s short, eat dessert first’?”  Not waiting for an answer, he crushed their lips together again, then sent his kisses down Hiiro’s neck.

Hiiro’s hands were not idle while they kissed.  They pushed and pulled at Duo’s clothes until he too found himself without a shirt anymore.  They laid back down, Hiiro on top of Duo, a soft moan escaping both of their lips as their hips pressed together.  They wrapped their arms tightly around each other, trying to make their bodies’ one as their tongues fought for domination.  They rolled on the bed for a while, each trying to gain the better position.

Hiiro came out on top.

“You let me win,” he chided as he hovered above Duo’s prone body, legs straddling the Deathscythe pilot’s slender hips.  Duo smiled wickedly and ran a hand down Hiiro’s chest.

“Who said you won?”

The Japanese youth grinned wickedly in response and pinned his partner’s arms above his head before beginning his assault.  His hot mouth laid a trail of fire across Duo’s skin, eliciting a moan.  Gods, how many times had he dreamed of hearing that moan?  How many times had he wished to touch Duo in just the right way to make that moan…

Hiiro suddenly sat up and looked down at his dark angel.  He lay with his arms twisted up above his head, his head fallen to one side, eyes closed.  His body was completely lax.  With the up-most care, the Wing Zero pilot reached over and turned his almost-lover’s face toward him.  Duo’s eyes flickered open and looked back at him in confusion.

“Hiiro?”

“You did it again.”

Duo sat up.  “Did what again?”

“You went dead.”

The American youth stared at Hiiro for a moment and then turned his face away.  “Gomen.  Habit…”

“’Habit’?”

“Yeah…  Habit…”

“What do you mean, Duo?  Wakarimasen.”  Duo turned further away, his back facing Hiiro.  The Japanese youth slid up behind him and gently wrapped his arms around the other.  “Onegai…  Tell me…”

“I grew up on the streets, Hiiro.  There are lots of sick and twisted people out there, more than willing to take advantage of young, pretty street kids.  That's why we came together in gangs, so that we could look out for each other.  After Solo… I was in charge of the gang.  I was in charge of protecting them from the others slime that roamed the streets with us.  And more times than I care to admit, I--I let myself be used by that slime instead of one of the others.  I told you, I’ve always been the pretty slut… 

“By letting myself become like the dead, I saved my sanity.  I protected myself from their kind of harm and pain.  I’ve seen how destroyed someone can be after that kind of experience and I couldn’t allow myself to become like that.  Only one more reason I call myself the ‘God of Death’.”

Hiiro remained quiet.

“You’ve been so many firsts for me, Hiiro.  You’re the first person I’ve ever told about Solo.  The first person I’ve ever told about the church.  The first person I’ve ever really felt safe with…ever fell in love with…”  He choked back his tears.  “Gomen.  I must disgust you…”  The American pilot tried to stand, only to find that he couldn’t go anywhere because of Hiiro’s restraining arms.

“I’m not disgusted with you,” he whispered.  “You were lucky to be able to hold everything together like you have.  You’re very strong if you can escape an experience like that.”

“But you’re wrong.  I didn’t make it though without scarring.”  Duo turned and faced his partner.  “You cannot tell me that in all the missions we’ve done together, that in all the nights we’ve roomed together that I have not once awakened you once with one of my nightmares.  It’s still up here, Hiiro,” he said, tapping the side of his head.  “Always has been, always will be.  I’ve just perfected the mask that hides it.  I have nightmares about the death of Solo, who was trying to protect me.  About me returning to the church only to find it in ruins because of something I had done.  It is the hell that was created to justify me being a Gundam pilot, given me to me by God himself.”  He snorted.  “I’d hardly call that being strong.”

“That’s not what I meant.  You *are* strong if you can live up to such things, to be able to keep going after something like that.  You may play the fool, Duo, but you are an angel underneath.  Everything you have ever done has been for others.

“And you’re right; I have awoken many times to you strangled cries for mercy in the dead of night.    To be truthful, they have always scared me because there is nothing that I can do to help you.  So I stayed by your bed until they went away.”  Hiiro leaned forward and kissed away the tears that were now falling from Duo’s eyes.  “Don’t cry, onegai.  You don’t deserve to ever be sad.  I don’t ever want you to be sad.  You’re so much more beautiful when you smile…”  His lips found Duo’s, placing the most delicate of kisses on them.  Duo sniffed and pulled the Wing Zero pilot in for a more forceful kiss.  Hiiro was only too willing to respond.

After several moments of just kissing, Hiiro raised one hand and gently wrapped it in the silken mass of hair that was Duo’s pride and joy before slowly lowering the two of them back to the bed.  His other hand grasped the end of the braid and snapped the tie, releasing the contained chestnut locks. Then his arm slid around his new love’s waist and pulled him closer.  When they broke for air, Hiiro rested his forehead against Duo’s, looking into those violet stars very lovingly, but seriously.

“Duo…I won’t do this unless you want me to.  I understand that you might have problems because of your past.  I’m not going to push.”  His lips brushed across the American pilot’s.  “But I do want you…”

“Oh, Hiiro…”  Duo very carefully looked in is lover’s eyes and, finding what he needed, smiled.  “I do want this…  I do want you…  I’d be lying if I said I didn’t, and Duo Maxwell never lies…”

This time Hiiro smiled, a smile that Duo knew was genuine and meant only for him.  He reached up and pulled the Japanese youth on top of him, crushing their lips together once more.

Outside, the sun’s last rays fell behind the dark horizon and the magical hour of twilight began.  And that was just the beginning of a very beautiful night…

 

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