Being You by Agent Midnight
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Heero Yuy, dressed to kill and looking like he might carry that out,
dropped his briefcase onto the floor inside the doorway, shifting
his eyes in search of his MIA lover. He opened his mouth to call for
said person and stopped when Duo, wearing an apron and carrying a
spatula, peeked around the corner of the kitchen door and met his
eyes head-on, finally winking until his Japanese lover stalked down
the hallway towards him. Laughing cheerfully, Duo popped back into
the kitchen and stood back as Heero rounded the corner and came to
a full body halt. Blue eyes glued themselves onto the beautifully
garnished kitchen table that they never really used, the food still
steaming, the red roses scattered across the surface, the candles
casting a delicate glow around the American's present to him.
"... And the occasion?"
Heero watched his friend take a step backwards toward the table,
one tanned hand plopping onto the tablecloth. Those long fingers danced
across the surface until they came into contact with a thorn-free
stem. The rose was lifted in front of gleaming eyes and down to smiling
lips. Heero sighed as he watched his playful friend, a smile gracing
his features as the red rose caressed those soft lips that he knew
a little too well.
"Just wanted to see that smile of yours."
Wanting nothing more than to be that beautiful flower against those
sensual lips, Heero stepped onto the kitchen's tile and moved forward.
The second Duo realized Heero's destination, the flower slipped from
those long fingers and the smile washed away. His heart skidded to
a stop as the Japanese boy's arms wrapped around his shivering figure.
His glassy eyes lit up as Heero leaned onto his tiptoes to allow their
lips to meet in a chaste kiss.
Duo slid his arms around Heero to draw them closer together, their
bodies falling flush against each other as Heero decides to help by
stepping closer. The Japanese boy traced his hands along Duo's back,
and a flutter of disappointment flooded into his heart as he found
the long rope of hair gone, replaced by short strands up by Duo's
neck. The American didn't catch that brief look of pain, instead moving
his lips across the tender flesh of his lover's neck, feeling the
frantic pulse beneath his wandering lips.
With the romantic setting all but forgotten, Duo laughed against
Heero's flesh as the dark-haired youth suffered through a small shiver,
their hips meeting for the first time. Whatever they could have done
with the evening was ruined as white-hot pleasure ripped across both
their senses. Heero was about to take advantage of the whole situation
by pushing his friend against the table. The only thing physically
preventing him from doing so was the glowing white that was still
flickering around the darkened room from the candles.
Duo, realizing Heero's dilemma, turned them both around and danced
off towards the equally dark hallway. Heero was at a momentary loss
as Duo's arms left his body, but he quickly regained composure as
Duo disappeared around the corner, out of his sight. Stumbling after
his lover, he let out a startled yelp as those strong arms were around
him once again. Heero threw his head back and soft laughter spilled
from between his lips as Duo bent down and lifted him up off the ground.
Their eyes met again as Heero peeked down at Duo through his fall
of bangs, all the humor leaving as quickly as it had showed up.
Duo looked away from that soft gaze for no more than a second as
he looked down the hallway to see if anything was lying on the floor.
With Heero still wrapped in his arms, he moved down the hallway towards
the staircase, a moan leaving his lips as Heero rocked against him
in a painfully erotic manner. The only time he stopped the delicate
movement was when Duo started to carefully climb the steps, but it
continued as soon as they were a couple feet away from the top landing.
When they finally approached the bedroom after what seemed like hours,
Heero made good use of his free hands and opened the door for Duo.
The American smiled and moved them into the room, heading straight
for their bed. He placed Heero on the bed gently as if his friend
was a fragile piece of glass, then climbed onto the bed after him.
"So sweet."
Rolling his eyes at his friend's monotonous commentary, the American
youth finally winked and tried to get every inch of his body to lie
against Heero's. Given the situation, it was a little odd when they
both were fully dressed, shoes included. Next thing they set out to
do was to fix the situation before it proved to be a problem.
Duo's eyes glinted with annoyance as Heero's three-piece business
suit threatened to keep him from what he wanted. Although he wouldn't
mind seeing his lover dressed this proper more often, he couldn't
even begin to imagine how his lover could stand it when he wore his
own suit. It was proving to be quite a hassle. Reaching his hands
up under Heero's jacket, he caressed his friend's skin through the
white button-up. Heero finally huffed with frustration and slapped
at the bulge under his shirt, snickering when Duo kindly removed his
hands and sat back to watch him, eyes flashing wildly with mock-anger.
"I'll take my own suit off, thanks."
Duo sighed.
"What should I do, then?"
Lust-filled eyes met his for just a second before a response was
offered.
"Take off your clothes..."
Duo lifted an eyebrow, waiting for his friend to continue.
"... and leave the apron."
The room was filled with two sets of harsh breathing as they both
clambered off the bed and stood across from each other to start getting
undressed. They hadn't ever done something this observing before,
but they were definitely a pair to explore. Heero kicked off his dress
shoes slowly, his eyes locked onto Duo's as the American youth slowly
shimmied out of the jeans he was wearing. Duo let the fabric fall
down to his sock-covered feet, then he calmly kicked it off and straightened,
his shirt and the apron falling across his thighs to make an attempt
to cover him up. His cynical eyes stared watchfully as Heero reached
his pale hands up to start unraveling his tie, those fingers unfolding
and unwrapping in such a way that it made Duo laugh at the sloppiness
of the act.
When they were both fully undressed and standing under the examination
of the other, Duo bent to pick up the tie that Heero had tossed aside,
moving to his friend and slowly re-forming the knot around his neck.
Stepping back to where he had just undressed, he crouched down again
and picked up the apron to slide it around his own neck. The fabric
made a teasing dance as he let it go and it slid down his chest, brushing
against his hardness for just a second before settling again. His
trembling hands reached up and he slowly tied the apron in place with
a nervous smile.
Having watched the willing strip tease, Heero slowly pulled his tie
into his hands and traced it across his chest, moaning as it brushed
against his nipple in a feather-light touch. He repeated the action
twice more to feel the slight tingle form in the pit of his stomach,
and then stopped when Duo turned and bent at the waist to slowly slide
his socks off one by one. Heat rushed into Heero's cheeks as he followed
the curve of Duo's body with his eyes, trying to mentally will away
the flush but failing quite miserably. One of his hands dropped away
from the silk of his tie so he could wrap his fingers around his erection
to relieve some of the pressure there. The second he started to slowly
stroke himself, Duo turned around and shot him an annoyed glance.
"Starting without me?"
Grunting, Heero made the hesitant strokes a little bolder, acknowledging
Duo's statement and announcing where he stood. A nasty grin spread
across Duo's lips as he stalked forward, the obscenely ridiculous
apron swaying back and forth with his movement, and made Heero remove
his hand. Pulling the tie of the apron a little above his waist, the
American dropped to his knees and flicked his tongue out to caress
the tip of Heero's arousal. The dark haired boy hissed in pleasure
as Duo continued, adding more pleasure to it all by tracing a finger
slowly around his opening, pushing in for just a moment before withdrawing
again.
"If you do that when you're actually in me, I swear to fucking
God-"
Those words abruptly cut off as Duo swallowed him whole with a deep
breath and made a nasty laughing noise, the sound adding more pleasure
and frustration to his over-shot senses. The bedroom fuzzed in and
out of his awareness as he began to rock towards both sources of pleasure
that he was receiving, moving towards the warmth of Duo's mouth and
then back to where his friend was tormenting him with those long fingers.
A startled gasp left his lips as Duo added a second finger, having
waited long enough for the first finger to be accepted without discomfort,
and started to move it just as quickly.
As Duo started to adjust to Heero's thrusts with rocking of his own,
the Japanese boy's hand slowly slid up his cheek, curving to settle
in his hair. Those fingers clenched and unclenched for a second before
they clenched and stayed clenched around a group of short, light brown
hair. Heero's clouded eyes turned about three shades darker as he
watched what Duo was doing, but he eventually gave up and allowed
them to close as the pleasure danced across his body. His breathing
became nothing more than short gasps of air, a sound that he probably
would have been shocked to hear if he knew it was one of few that
filled the room.
Duo dropped his free hand down to his own arousal and started to
pump in time with Heero's delicate thrusts, needing some satisfaction
for himself after he had taken deliberate care of Heero. Managing
to keep in time with Heero, Duo was pleased to get a steady rhythm
going so they both got what they wanted. Air began to be a problem
for them both as they realized they were falling closer and closer
to the brink.
He didn't realize the second he did so, but Heero found himself as
close to Duo as he could possibly manage, both hands curled into the
soft strands of that hair. Through a glassy screen of smoke, Duo saw
Heero's stomach tremble slightly, and he gave in and started to hum.
Heero was overwhelmed with passion as Duo pleased him inside and out,
the soft hums matching beautifully with the thrusting of his fingers,
creating nothing but fulfillment.
The passion broke free and shot across his body until he couldn't
even hear his own screaming over the pounding of his blood. Heero
almost felt Duo's swallowing as his head tilted back and he rode the
pleasure until it started to fade into a dull throb of excitement.
He moaned quietly as his hearing was kindly returned to him, and he
looked down at just the right moment to see Duo find his own release.
Duo's quiet pants joined Heero's gasping as his own blood began to
settle back to normal. The American looked up into his friend's eyes
as Heero focused his attention to where his hands still were. Duo
felt Heero's hands move forward slowly, his hair sliding backwards
until the wig fell completely off and his real dark brown hair fell
across his face. Heero reached up and tugged the dark brown wig off,
the coil of his braid falling from where it had been carefully pinned
up before they had started the whole act.
Duo held onto the dark brown wig for a second before he ditched it
and pulled his braid forward to rest alongside the silk tie. He reached
down and grabbed Heero's hand, pulling him to his feet and smiling
wickedly as that apron settled back over Heero's naked body. The American
let out a puff of air as Heero fingered the edge of his apron, those
midnight blue eyes locking onto his for just a second before the dark
haired boy bent to gather the wigs.
As Heero walked off towards the closet, Duo appreciated the view
and smiled as he saw the neat bow at the small of Heero's back.
"I must admit, Heero... You wear my apron very well."
Heero turned and a ghost of a smile appeared on his face.
"I almost lost it when I looked into the hallway and saw you
in my suit." The wigs were placed carefully on the top shelf
of the closet before the door was closed and Heero turned back around.
"Our game was almost ruined."
Plopping onto the bed and waiting for his lover to join him, Duo
grinned before he could stop himself.
"Role-playing is fun."
Heero regarded his lover closely until he fell on the bed next to
him and leaned in for a small kiss. Duo returned it eagerly, and winked
at his best friend.
"I don't know... me being me and you being you is still top
of the list, though..."
Duo laughed as Heero tackled him back onto the covers, the game momentarily
thrown aside.
"Oh. Okay, then. Let's do that one now."
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The End
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