Shounen ai, *lemon*

I don't own the pilots *sigh*, I'm not making money, etc. etc., If you're under 17 I can't stop you from reading this so enjoy!

~Heero~
I am the perfect soldier. Or at least on the battlefield. However, I do possess a weakness. I'm drawn to the violet orbs that shine with life. Those deep pools that I could drown in belong to the face of an angel. Everything about him is perfect: from his smooth, milky skin to the braid woven of pure silk. How I long to run my hands through his chestnut locks while caressing his face with my lips. This is only wishful thinking, of course. I do not know if he would respond to my touch or repel me. That risk, the risk of losing my best friend, is not one that I wish to take. At least not right now. I glance across the room to the object of my affection. He's brushing his hair. A chill shoots down my spine, but is now replaced with a hotness, which is spreading across my entire body. I force myself to tear my eyes away. Duo, however, is inevitably doomed to seduce me. He walks over and lays his hand on my shoulder. I tense unwillingly.

"All work and no play makes you rather dull, Heero." He jokes. I turn away from the computer and face the American pilot.

"Urusai, baka! Don't you have work to do too?" K'so. Why was I always so bitterly sarcastic to Duo? He looks away, attempting to mask the hurt look that spread across his face.

~Duo~
Why is he always so bitterly sarcastic to me? Anything I say seems to piss the hell out of him. I tug at my hair, pretending not to be bothered by Heero's remark. Finally, I look up. To my surprise, he was looking at me. "Gomen, Heero. I was just wondering if you want to hit a club with us tonight. I figured you could use some fun, since you're so dedicated to your work." I hold my breath, waiting for his response. After what seems like an eternity, Heero replies. "Hn." Joy fills my heart. "Great! We'll have so much fun. Trowa's going to drive, and we're leaving at seven. Okay?" Without waiting for his response, I almost bounce out of the room. In the hall, I stop. What am I going to wear? I trot merrily into Trowa's room. The tall pilot is laying on his bed, reading. "Trowa, Heero's going tonight. I convinced him!" I state proudly. Trowa nods, not really paying attention. "Can I borrow a shirt?" I get a nod for a response. Happily, I remove a white silky shirt from a hanger in the closet.

~Heero~
After the braided boy leaves me alone in my room, a nervous tension slides over me. Going to a club? I want to go so badly yet I have no intention of making a fool of myself. I heave a sigh and head to the bathroom to shower. Once the hot water is pouring down on me, I feel the tension lift. In my mind, Duo is in the shower with me, touching me, and I- My daydream is cut short by the sound of the bathroom door opening. A moan accidentally slips from my mouth.

"Heero? Are you hurt?" Quatre's voice asks, filled with concern. Face flaming red, I sigh from relief.

"No, I'm fine." At least it isn't Duo.

"Good, I just need to get my comb. Tonight is going to be a blast!" He leaves, closing the door behind him. I finish washing my body and hop out onto the soft bathmat. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I stand before the mirror. Ha. As if Duo would want you. In disgust I head to my room.

~Duo~
At quarter to seven, I'm still trying to find a good pair of pants to wear. The other boys are ready, and I'm holding everybody up. Finally, I find my black leather pants in a drawer. I have to lay down on the bed to put them on. Nice and tight. I braid my hair in front of my mirror, watching myself critically. After re-braiding my hair five times, I decide that it looks good enough. Trowa's silk shirt is large but hangs in a suggestive manner. I leave it unbuttoned so my chest and abdomen are exposed to the world. The little butterflies are dancing in my stomach. I spray on some cologne, and grab my boots. Satisfied with my over all appearance, I walk to the stairs. And nearly tumble down. Heero is wearing impossibly tight black jeans and a partially unbuttoned deep blue shirt. His eyes meet mine and I feel dizzy. I do manage to make it to the bottom of the stairs, though. I'm pretty sure that I'm blushing, and I'm almost certain that my tight pants reveal my excitement.

~Heero~
As Duo comes down the stairs, I feel weak at the knees. Yes, I, the perfect soldier, think I am going to pass out. Duo looks good enough to eat, and that's exactly what I want to do. Yet he is so calm and collected; I feel like I'm about to short circuit.

"You look nice, Duo." I manage to sputter. He flashes me one of his amazing smiles and says something back. I miss what he's saying because a new horror flashes through my brain. It took no time at all for me to get aroused; Duo's mere appearance sends waves of heat down my body. I turn slightly so he won't see the prominent bulge in my pants.

"We'll let's go, since everyone is here." Trowa calls as he walks out the door. Wufei, as usual, decides to stay at home. Normally I stay too, but not tonight. Tonight I'm going to have fun.

~Duo~
The ride to the club is uneventful, and so is the waiting to get in. Since Trowa and Quatre chose, it was a mixed couples club. I have no problem with that. In fact, this would give me the opportunity I've been waiting for. A chance to see Heero's orientation. We go inside and claim a table. Quatre drags his lover out on the dance floor and now it's just Heero and me. I glance at him. Although being around him makes me nervous, I definitely don't clam up.

"So, Heero, first time clubbin'?" I ask.

"Hn." Being the usual conversationalist that he is, Heero kept that one going. "Um, do you want to dance?" I cut right to the chase. Heero looks up in surprise. He stands up, which was his way of saying yes.

As we walk out to the dance floor, my head is spinning. The flashing lights make it even more surreal. A fast pace song is playing, and I begin to move. Heero's hands fly to my hips, and soon he's pulled me against him. What the hell? I begin to grind like there's no tomorrow. That catches Heero off guard. Yet he quickly recovers, running his hands lightly up and down my thighs, then he turns me so I'm facing away from him. I lean back and continue grinding, enjoying the feeling of Heero's arms wrapped around me.

When the song finished, a slow song comes on. Heero made a beeline for the table. Disappointed, I start to follow. A handsome teen about my age steps in front of me. His sparkling brown eyes are warm. He tosses his short black hair and asks me if I want to dance. Shooting one last look at Heero, I nod.

"Sure thing."

~Heero~
I lost all my nerve when a slow song came on. Damn, damn, damn. Now, Duo was wrapped around another guy, their bodies pressing together. I look away in disgust. If I had only asked Duo if he wanted to dance� I heave a deep sigh and look at my surroundings. To my complete surprise, I saw Trowa and Quatre on a couch, being less than angelic. I snort. And everybody thinks that Quatre's so innocent. My eyes involuntarily avert back to Duo. My eyes catch his violet ones, and for a brief instant we are staring at each other from across the room.

~Duo~
Heero's looking at me and I feel so guilty. I'm making him jealous. Yes, that was my original intent, but I had never seen Heero look hurt before. Now, however, pain was the only expression on his face. I pull away from the boy I was dancing with, whispered a "gomen", and head back to the table. Heero stares at me. My eyes fill with tears. I unconsciously slide into his lap, burying my face in his soft blue shirt. As I nuzzle my head against his chest, I feel a hand reach to my face and tilt my chin up. Heero is looking into my eyes.

"It's okay." Those words made me feel a million times better. I shift so I'm straddled across his lap.

"Heero, do you want to dance?"

~Heero~
Duo's sudden display of emotion overwhelms me, but I comfort him.

"Heero, do you want to dance?" He whispers. Shaking, I let the American pilot guide me back out on the dance floor. I wrap my arms around him and he presses his body to mine. Next, Duo brushes his lips on my neck. Heat shoots across my body once more. I feel myself harden and nearly pull away, embarrassed. Yet Duo continues to rub against me, and I feel through his leather pants that he is just as hard as I. I sigh with relief, then with pleasure. The slow song fades and a fast tempo replaces it. I let Duo grind against me, and I discover I'm having fun. Real fun. I can't even remember the last time I had fun like this. Laughing, I turn Duo so I can see his face.

"I'm glad I came tonight." I comment. Duo, surprised that I'm making conversation, grins in agreement.

"I knew you would. You just had to give it a chance." He playfully runs a slender finger down my semi-exposed chest. I mirror his movements, running my fingers over his collarbone and down to his nipples. I stop mirroring his actions, and he gasps when I tease one of his erect nipples.

"Do you want to go back to the house?" I can't believe I just asked that, but luckily Duo shoots me a devilish grin.

~Duo~
I find Trowa and Quatre on a couch, going at it like two horny panda bears; rolling and clumsily pawing at one another.

"Uh, Heero and I are going to take the bus back to the house, alright?" I inform the couple.

"Mmmmmm." Trowa moans.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'." I remarked, smirking impishly at them.

Once we reached the house, nervousness began to take over once more. Heero takes my hand and guides me past a slumbering Wufei, who is sprawled in front of the television, and up the stairs to his room. Once the door was shut, Heero runs his hands across my chest, then he reaches for my braid. Nobody has ever touched my braid, at least not since I left the Maxwell Church. Yet Heero snaps the elastic and my soft hair is flowing over the two of us; the highlights seem golden in the moonlight pouring in through the window. I feel vulnerable, and I like it. Heero slips my open shirt off my shoulders and it falls carelessly to the floor. Now I can't ignore the throbbing between my legs. The unexpected pain from the sudden erection leaves me feeling more susceptible than before. Yet I like that feeling.

~Heero~
I pull the braided boy close to me, and his arms snake comfortably around my neck. As I nibble gently at his neck, he makes this guttural sound, and that throaty cry makes me feel like I'm on fire. I'm brimming with confidence, and I move into his mouth, my tongue flicking playfully around his. My mind was numb with disbelief. This seemed like one of the countless erotic dreams that left me to wake wet and alone in my bed. Yet this was real.

~Duo~
I've never been kissed before, I quite frankly I didn't know what the hell I am doing. Gods, please let me be doing this right! I moan again, and I note Heero's reaction to it. His hips thrust forward slightly, pressing his arousal against my abdomen. It feels so good, and I realize that I want more. I detach myself from Heero's mouth and began to unbutton his shirt. Once it's removed, I rub my body against his bare skin. I feel his muscles moving underneath that silky skin, and that alone made me utter another sensual cry. Heero lifts me gently and lays me on the small bed. He forces himself between my legs, so they are apart. Cushioned between them, my Heero starts a trail of hot kisses down my neck, chest, and lower abdomen. I wrap my legs around him, and he lets out a deep grunt. After a couple minutes, Heero gets up so he's kneeling next to the bed. As he kisses me, he murmurs

"Are you sure you want this?" Am I sure?

"Yes, yes." I whimper, writhing with impatience.

"Good." Heero manages to slid me out of my tight pants and boxers, leaving me gloriously naked, and all his. I love how he looks at me, all over me, with a predatory glare.

~Heero~
The way in which Duo reacted makes me think that he's a virgin. That's surprising to me. How can somebody that amazing get through fifteen years of his life without out being appreciated, or at least been taken advantage of? Still, the fact that I would take it from him thrilled me. I remove my clothing, and climb back on the bed. Once again I trail hot kisses down his chest and stomach, only now I press lower. In one swift movement, I take Duo's hardened length into my mouth. His gasp is almost too much for me too handle. His sweet saltyness fills my mouth, and I'm drifting into ecstasy. His hips begin to jolt as I suck slowly, moving his erection almost completely out of my mouth, and then quickly sheathing it once again. I can tell that the boy is nearing his climax, and I prepare myself. As he bursts, I drink him, enjoying the flavor. He shudders and lays back. I pull away, watching him carefully. He lays there for several minutes, then he opens his violet orbs.

"Heero, what can I do for you? I don't know how to do that�" He is getting hard again, much to my liking.

"Urusai, baka." I joke, closing my mouth over his.

~Duo~
I love the way Heero is positioned over me, licking me. I am recovered from the ecstasy of the favor Heero had given me, and now I want to pleasure him. Yet I don't know how. Heero's words shock me.

"I take pleasure in hearing your pleasure. Seeing you react to the pleasure." I never thought of it that way. I roll over so my face is buried in the pillow.

~Heero~
K'so. Am I really going to take his virginity? I must confess, I'm dying to. I long to feel his heat around me, I long to make him mine by exploding inside of him. Yet I wasn't pure as he. I've had a few good times, with both male and female. Duo was innocent. Yet that made him all the more alluring. The remains of his virgin cum in my mouth were still dripping down my throat-. Yes, I know I'm going to do this.

~Duo~
I lie waiting for my soon-to-be lover to take me. I know he wants to. He's so possessive and I like being submissive. I'm not sure why, but maybe it's because this is all so new to me. I tense suddenly because I feel him touching me again. A smooth, lotion-like substance is being rubbed on me with care. I hold my breath. A smooth finger is slid inside of me, sending new sensations rushing on my body, both inside and out. Two more fingers follow. Now they're gone. I know Heero is positioning himself so he won't hurt me too much. Then, I feel my insides being torn. I knew there would be pain, but this was ridiculous.

"HEERO!" I scream loud enough to wake the dead (but hopefully not Wufei). Heero thrusts forth, making a rhythm out of his movements. Soon, the pain melts away into the most intense pleasure I've ever felt. I still scream, though, grasping onto the sides of the bed. Heero climaxes, and I feel him burst inside of me. That's the most incredible feeling in the world. I groan and scream and he moans along with me. We're complete.

~Heero~
After I climax, we cool down a bit. I gently remove myself from my koi, and we lay together. I play with his hair, caressing his neck. Finally, Duo speaks.

"That was amazing." I smirk against my will, but luckily he'd already shut his eyes.

In the morning, I'm awake before Duo. I untangle myself from the mixture of Duo and bed sheets and hop into a cold shower. By the time I get out, Duo is fully awake. As I dress, I notice that he is watching me earnestly.

"Heero- I must confess, I dreamt about last night millions of times. Yet it was nothing in comparison to reality." He pauses, and I slide my tank top over my head. "I love you, Heero." I freeze. I've never heard those words uttered before. I love you, Heero. His words echoed in my mind. I'm silent. I can't think of what to say. Duo took my silence the wrong way.

"Did last night mean anything to you?" His voice brakes unexpectedly at the end of his sentence. I turn to face the pilot.

"I don't believe in meaningless sex." At least, not anymore.

~Duo~
I sigh with relief. The thought of being used by a friend was just too painful. I'm still naked, and I slither out of bed and over to Heero.

"I want to do that again." I kiss him. He grunts a response, and I laugh. Heero may never master the art of conversation, but that's okay. I talk enough for the both of us.

I remember when I was little I used to fear losing my innocence. I used to fear that that would condemn me to Hell. Yet now I laugh and figure if there is a Hell I'm going to go there anyways. Might as well enjoy the ride, ne? And I must confess, that ride was a good one.