By KatiKat
Heero was lying unmoving,
covering the smaller body underneath him with his own. He tried to concentrate
back on his mission. He came here to kill the boy - Duo, Duo Maxwell, 18 years
old, orphaned, but with a rich bank account, he remembered the net search he
had done before leaving the headquarters - and not to fuck him. He tried to
find his focus again. Wufei was waiting for him to accomplish his mission, to prove
his loyalty to his clan.
He looked over at the nightstand
where his gun laid. He started to reach over when the boy pulled him down, his
lips, those tempting lips only a breath away from his own.
"Make love to me," he
whispered once more.
And that was Heero’s undoing.
Gun, Wufei and the clan forgotten he locked his lips with Duo’s, ravishing his
mouth once more. The spiral of desire was taking them higher and higher. Their
surroundings forgotten, the only thing that existed in this mad world was the
two of them.
When they parted gasping for
breath, Duo looked up at Heero with his half lidded eyes. "What’s your
name?"
Heero frowned. What should he
tell the boy whom he came to kill? Maybe he should… but then the last sane bits
of his mind tied the truth inside of him and he whispered back:
"Dragon."
Duo smiled. Somehow Heero knew
that he understood. That he understood he couldn’t tell him the truth no matter
what.
The boy trailed one of his hands
down Heero’s neck and shoulder, tracing the pattern of the black and green
dragon on his chest. "It seems fitting..."
Heero almost smiled. There was
such a wealth of emotion in Duo’s eyes. He couldn’t remember someone looking at
him like that. Ever. He leaned down and kissed him again. With his knee, he nudged
Duo’s legs apart and lay between them, grinding their groins together. They
both moaned when their painfully erect members touched, parting their lips to
pull in much desired oxygen.
"Where...?" Heero asked
but was interrupted by Duo, who reached over pulling a tube of cream from the
nightstand.
"Sorry, no actual
lube."
Heero rolled to the site and
leaning on his left elbow, he uncapped the small tube. He squeezed it and
covered his fingers with the lotion. It smelled like peaches. The way Duo smelled.
Bending down, Heero caught Duo’s
right nipple between his lips while reaching down between his parted legs,
bypassing his shaft and touching his hidden treasure. Duo moaned and arched his
back almost painfully as Heero squeezed Duo’s nipple between his teeth lightly.
Licking the small bud he could feel Duo relax totally under his ministration
and he inserted his index finger into him.
Duo didn’t tense or flinch and
the amount of trust he was showing to Heero was incredible. He smeared a
generous amount of cream on Duo’s opening and his shaft and looked up to see
Duo watching him. There was no fear or doubts in the violet pools. Only desire
and lust.
"Ready?" he asked the
braided one. He almost didn’t recognize his voice. There was so much gentleness
in it. He didn’t think he was capable of such feelings.
Duo nodded and Heero rolled him
over onto his belly, pulling the silken bathrobe off of him with one move. This
position will be the easiest for him. No need to stretch his arms or legs. Duo
could just lie down and enjoy everything Heero was doing to him.
Heero moved between Duo’s spread
legs and parting them even more, he braced himself on his hands and with one
quick move he penetrated Duo for the
first time.
Even in his relaxed state Duo
must have felt some measure of pain because he cried out silently and clenched
his hands into fists. Heero bent down and started to shower his back with small
kisses, moving down from his shoulders and back up again, stopping at his neck
biting it gently. Duo moaned again, but this time there was only pleasure in it
and moved his head to the side to give Heero a better access. Licking the bite
Heero rotated his hips experimentally and Duo gasped, his eyes flying open as he
instinctively spread his legs wider.
Heero started to move. First
slowly in and out, than faster and faster, setting up a mad rhythm. Duo’s
opened eyes closed tightly again and he bit down hardly on his lower lip to
keep himself from crying out in pleasure. He tried to rub his aching member
against the sheets to relieve the burning hot desire that centred itself in his
crotch.
Finally feeling their approaching
release, Heero rolled them over onto their sides so that he was spooned against the other, doing
this without slipping out of his lover. Duo’s leg was pulled over Heero's
hip and he felt the thrusts speed up as
Heero got a firm grasp on Duo’s shaft. With three quick strokes, a wave of
pleasure crashed over Duo and he released himself into Heero’s hand, throwing
his head back on Heero’s shoulder. Feeling the lithe body clench around him
Heero reached his completion, pumping his seed into his lover’s waiting body.
They lay there, spent and
panting, their bodies glistening with sweat. Heero gathered Duo close and
embraced him tightly. He kissed the boy’s flushed cheek and Duo smiled, his
eyes still closed.
Their desire satisfied for the
moment, practical thoughts penetrated Heero’s foggy mind once more. Their
lovemaking - and it *was* lovemaking and not merely sex - complicated things.
He finally remembered why he had actually come here and he could feel his body
go rigid. His loyalty belonged to the clan as Wufei said. But would he be able
to do it? Would he be able to kill Duo now that he realized that the boy was
the only one who could soothe his crying soul? His eyes moved to the nightstand
where his gun was laying and he could feel the cold embrace his heart.
Duo must have felt his reaction
and understood immediately what was wrong. He opened his eyes moving them over
to the gun too.
"You will do it,
right?" he asked in a low voice, his right hand caressing Heero’s hugging
arms. "I won’t make it hard for you. I will go quietly as I said I would
before."
Heero had now the feeling that he
was suffocating, that he couldn’t pull enough oxygen into his starving lungs.
How could this day have gone so wrong? This morning the only thing on his mind
was his duty to his clan. And now? Now it was full with thoughts of the auburn
haired, braided, violet-eyed boy that lay in his arms. The boy who had brought
the first rays of sunshine into his life after what seemed like an eternity of
bleak darkness.
"I will not beg or yell or
call the cops," Duo continued his eyes never leaving the gun. "You
gave me a wonderful gift, Dragon. And now it’s time for my payment. Because
nothing is for free."
Heero opened his mouth to say
something... anything... when he heard the almost inaudible movement on the
balcony. With lightning speed he reached for his gun and gripping it tightly in
his right hand, he rolled from the bed and landing in a crouch, he pointed it
at the balcony door.
"That’s right. Nothing is
for free," the silent cold voice came through the open door and Wufei
stepped through it, his own gun pointed at Duo who was now sitting naked in the
middle of the bed, a look of shock in his beautiful eyes.
His gun not moving away from his
target, he looked at Heero who was still pointing his gun at him with a
determined look on his face. "You didn’t accomplish your mission, Dragon.
So I will do it for you!"
Tbc