Author: Chauni

Email: ChauniMaxwell@mechpilot.com

Website: www.oocities.org/asukalangley2nd/

Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the song, “Erotica”, and I made no money off this.

Warnings: Hardcore yaoi, 2x1, BDSM, Language, PWP

Erotica

(For loving me)

Erotica, romance

The club was full of people, but not one of them peered at the teenage boy that was devoured in a lonely shadowed corner. In his hand, he swirled a drink, the alcohol swishing and dangerously licking the rim of the glass. In a slow motion, he brought the thin wine flute to his lips and slowly drank the sparkling champagne.

Indigo eyes, like a deep twilight, shifted throughout the crowd. People dressed in leather straps and silver leashes filled the large room, some with men or women sprawled out across their knees as they gave demonstrations in discipline. One woman and one man, both nude, hung suspended from the ceiling, round ball gags protruding from their mouths like red eggs. A woman danced on stage, twirling around a long golden pole, random piercings placed exquisitely throughout her thin body. Collars donned many throats, and those that possessed no such adornment, carried either whips or crops and haughty looks.

Again, he took a sip from his drink, savoring the slight burning that caressed his throat as he swallowed. The message had not been specific, and he felt slightly out of place and definitely uncomfortable in the barely breathable leather pants and the glossy black vest that had been set out for him. He placed a thick leather collar onto the table before him, staring at it impassively. He had refused such a demeaning piece of the outfit, and would continue to do so, no matter what the cost.

He said it was part of the mission, he thought. Some OZ official will be here. I’ll have to wait until he gets here to understand it any more. Why is he always late?

My name is Duo
I'll be your Master tonight
I'd like to put you in a trance

“Waiting for someone?”

The inquiry was purred rather than spoken; the light, yet cocky voice drifted through the racket of the club and brushed against his ears. The seated boy looked up, his eyes glaring at first for the wait, then suddenly opening wide in an odd display of surprise.

The boy that stood before him looked vaguely like the person he was supposed to meet, and yet totally different. His hair, the shocking color of chestnut with streaks of gold, honey, auburn, and mahogany, was tied into a tight ponytail behind his head, the locks trickling down his back in a waterfall of glory. His eyes, normally a mischievous violet, now shone a bright amethyst, brimming with an excitement that exceeded words. His shirt was satin, a shimmering crimson that was loose and blew in the slight ventilation in the club, while his pants hugged his lower body in a vice grip. In one hand he grasped a long black riding crop, something that was just begging to be unleashed. A smile, something beautiful and haunting, danced across his lips.

“Duo.” The boy regained his calm in an instant, his face regaining his normal mechanical look. “You’re late.”

Ignoring the comment, Duo reached across the table and picked up the discarded collar. He slid one finger around the edge, his eyes shifting over it to the boy.

“You didn’t wear all of your outfit, Heero,” he said.

Heero scoffed, his nose scrunching up slightly. “I will not wear that.”

“I don’t think you understand,” Duo replied, leaning across the table. He threw the collar at the boy, a sneer forming onto his lips. “You don’t have any say in what happens tonight, slave.”

If I take you from behind
Push myself into your mind
When you least expect it
Will you try and reject it

Heero looked up, a mix of confusion and rage filling his normally emotionless face. “Don’t call me that!”

“I’ll call you whatever I want to,” Duo retorted, taking a step back. The confident gleam never left his eyes as he watched every movement of the boy before him. “Tonight, I am your Master.”

“What the hell has gotten into you?” Heero hissed.

“We are on a mission,” Duo whispered, leaning forward once again. “The person we are supposed to assassinate will be coming to this bdsm club tonight. We need to fit in and not draw attention to ourselves, and this is the best way.” He straightened and flashed his smile once more. “Now, don’t defy me again, slave.”

Heero said nothing as Duo grabbed the collar off the table, walked behind him, and fastened it tightly around his throat. The Deathscythe pilot leaned in close to his companion’s ear and ran his tongue across the lobe.

“You belong to me now, Heero Yuy.”

If I'm in charge and I treat you like a child
Will you let yourself go wild
Let my mouth go where it wants to

“Do you see him yet?” Heero grumbled under his breath.

“No,” Duo answered. He swung his head and stared at the collared boy before him. “But here we are, standing in the shadows. I can barely see the other half of the club. I think we should go for a little walk. I need a drink, anyway.”

Heero said nothing as he rose to his feet and took a step forward, only to be stopped by the immovable grip of Duo’s arm. Heero swung his cobalt eyes towards the other boy, a remark already dancing upon his tongue.

“Haven’t you learned anything from watching these people?” Duo reprimanded. Heero could see the glee that danced behind the suitable mask the Deathscythe pilot had set up for this mission. “You don’t get to move around like that in here, slave.”

Duo reached behind him and removed a long chain, the metal gleaming like polished silver in the low flashing lights. Reaching forward, he fastened one end to the collar while pushing Heero down onto his knees before him.

“You have to crawl behind me,” Duo hissed.

Heero bit back the curses that threatened to pour out his mouth, but allowed the glare to take full position on his cold eyes.

Give it up, do as I say
Give it up and let me have my way

Heero glowered at the figure that walked before him, feeling a slight tug on the chain. He muttered some impolite phrase under his breath and quickened his pace.

A girl off to the left of him moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure as a smack resounded nearby. A whip crack was heard to the right of them, striking the already red ass of a young man that stood chained to a wall.

It’s like these people enjoy this, he thought, the realization making him almost ill. And Duo… I’ve never seen him like this, so serious and commanding. If I didn’t know any better, I would say that he had done this before.

“I’ll have a glass of red wine,” Duo ordered when they reached the bar. The tender hurried to complete his request, casting strange looks at the long-haired Dom. “Oh, and I want that rose there in the vase…”

I'll give you love, I'll hit you like a truck
I'll give you love, I'll teach you how to...

I cannot believe I am doing this!

The phrase repeated itself through his head like a mantra as he kneeled beside a seated Duo. The pilot still clutched the chain tightly in his hand, casting rare, fleeting glances toward the Wing pilot. Out of the perfect soldier’s mouth protruded a beautiful, full bloom, red rose, his teeth clamped tightly across the thorned stem.

“That rose looks so much more eloquent than those ball gags,” Duo commented, swirling the wine around in a crystal flute in his free hand. “And I thought you might prefer that to one of those, anyway. See, now you can’t say I didn’t ever do anything for you.”

I'd like to put you in a trance, all over
Erotic, erotic, put your hands all over my body

Erotic, erotic

Heero looked up, a glare loaded and ready to be shot, but it faltered as he got a true look at the object of his fury.

The way Duo sat, his posture straight and his shoulders pushed backwards made him look almost aristocratic. His chin was slightly raised, his jawline defined and carved with expert hands while his face was awash in the changing lights from overhead; his skin was covered in a soft sapphire, then a deep glaring maroon, and changing to a fresh emerald.

His amethyst eyes floated over the crowd, lightly touching upon busy people as they danced or disciplined, their bodies writhing regardless of which activity they choose. His hair tumbled down in a shower of dark honey while his whole demeanor seemed as though he could command any one of these people, be it Dom or sub, to do his bidding.

He looked as beautiful as an angel with all the power of Death in his hand.

Once you put your hand in the flame
You can never be the same

Duo suddenly looked down at the pilot, his brow creasing. With a steady hand, he reached over and slid his fingers through the mussed tresses, feeling the dark silk warm against his flesh.

“There is something I need to tell you, Heero. There is no mission.”

Heero’s eyes went dead as he stared upwards, an oblivious snarl forming unconsciously across his lips. He spat out the rose, a thorn cutting his bottom lip. Blood, a thin trail of it, began to course, unnoticed, down his chin. “What do you mean, ‘there’s no mission’?”

“This was the only way I could get you here. You are my best friend and the only one who might appreciate this. Heero, there is a part of me that no one understands,” he whispered, his eyes glazing over as he watched the young woman dangling from the ceiling. “I’ve never been in control of my life. Everything has flowed along like some crazy river and I’ve just floated down it, always hitting the rapids. This is the one place I have power! This, and what it stands for, is the one place I can be in control. I love the way a whip feels in my hand or the way a crop cuts through the air and lands on someone’s flesh. I love the rush I get from it.”

His amethyst eyes fell onto Heero, calm yet cloudy. “I needed someone I could share this with. I need someone to feel what I do; total freedom and release in bondage. Have you ever truly given up power, Heero? Have you ever felt what it’s like to not be in command for once? I can see by that patented death glare of yours that you haven’t. Well, let me show you now.”

There's a certain satisfaction
In a little bit of pain

“No!” Heero rose to his feet, his face flushed a raging red. “Goodbye, Duo!” With a quick turn on his angry heels, the pilot turned and began walking away, totally oblivious to the fact that Duo had never relinquished the leash.

Heero was stopped with a swift jerk, and suddenly whirled around, eyes blazing. “Let me go right now if you want to salvage our friendship. I will kill you.”

The shield that held up in Duo’s eyes shivered for a moment, and Heero saw confidently that he was going to win. However that was short lived as Duo took a few steps closer towards him, not once releasing his hold on the chain.

Duo reached up and grabbed the dark locks that sat tousled atop Heero’s head. He drew his arm back, then flung it forward and down, still clinging to the hair. The Wing pilot fell to his knees, curses springing to his stunned lips.

As Duo stood above him, his eyes became hard and loving all at once. “Don’t you feel that, Heero? That sudden rush of adrenaline that not even fighting in our Gundams can give us. It’s beautiful and addicting all at once.”

I can see you understand
I can tell that you're the same

Heero said nothing as he looked up, Duo’s fingers still running through his hair. He didn’t want to admit it, that feeling in the pit of his stomach that made his skin tingle with a prickled heat that defied any sort of logic, or the way his heart felt a tinge of admiration and respect in the most unexplainable manner.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he growled, attempting to rise to his feet once more.

Duo’s hand prevented him, holding him close to the ground in both a tender and stern manner. “Don’t lie to me, Heero,” he hissed. “I’ve seen the look in your eyes before in other slaves. You like this, don’t you? You want me to do more. I will, if you ask me to.”

If you're afraid, well rise above
I only hurt the ones I love

The Wing pilot’s eyes held the other boy’s in a motion of defiance. “I don’t know what you are talking about, but if you want to keep your life and your braid, you’ll let me walk out of here now.”

Duo seemed unphased by the threat. He crouched down until he was on the other boy’s level and gently took his glaring face into his hand. “You don’t need to play games with me, Heero.”

“You’re the one playing games!” Heero hissed in return, swinging his head out of Duo’s loose grip.

“You don’t need to worry,” he whispered, his voice soothing. “It won’t change things between us. The fact of the matter is, I only showed you this because of how much I care about you, because of how much I trust you. Heero, you are my best friend, but I-” His amethyst eyes held the twilight orbs across from him as a red blush flooded his cheeks. “I love you.”

Give it up, do as I say
Give it up and let me have my way
I'll give you love, I'll hit you like a truck
I'll give you love, I'll teach you how to...

Was he just saying that, or did he actually mean it? No, Duo would never manipulate him like that; Duo wouldn’t lie about something as serious as love.

Love. He said he loved me. Has anyone ever said that to me before?

He took in the open honesty of Duo’s eyes as the surrounding sounds of the club melted away like snow in the middle of summer. That heat that had resounded throughout Heero’s body suddenly flared like a forest fire. His heart beat at an insane pace within his chest and no matter how much he willed it to slowdown, it refused and defiantly sped up.

Boys weren’t supposed to love other boys! But if that was the case, why did he feel so secure, so elated that those three simple words that carried so much weight spewed forth from Duo’s mouth? Why was he suddenly so warm and so vulnerable all at once?

Perhaps he had always loved Duo. Yes, that made perfect sense. He had gone to kill Duo before but could not bring himself to do it. Duo held no higher purpose like the pacifism queen; Duo was just an expendable pilot like him, just some obstacle towards his mission. So, why didn’t he kill him? Why did he trust Duo with his life on so many occasions? Why did he worry about the braided baka every time he left on a dangerous mission?

He had always loved him! So this is what it felt like.

Heero looked down, allowing his dark bangs to shadow his eyes. There was no possible way he way going to allow this desirable feeling within his soul to go unnoticed and unattended.

“Let’s go home, Duo.”

The Deathscythe pilot stared questionably at first, then grinned, his joyous lips encompassing his entire face.

I'd like to put you in a trance, all over
Erotic, erotic, put your hands all over my body
Erotic, erotic

The sound of the rope creaking and groaning against the weight it held filled the room. The eyehook in the ceiling held fast, surprising for such a quick job. Cuffs, leather on the outside and comforting imitation fur on the inside, attached to the dangling rope and were secured around thin wrists.

Heero had to stand on his toes so that he wouldn’t hang in the air. His eyes, even and dark, roamed the room, noting the random lit candles, the open window, and the absence of his partner.

Once inside the house, Duo had ordered the total removal of all of Heero’s clothes. At first protesting, the perfect soldier broke and finally complied and soon stood, nude, in the bedroom. Duo had then hurried and pounded an eyehook into the white unblemished ceiling and ran a rope through it with a pair of leather shackles attached. After binding his reluctant lover, the braided pilot left the room, leaving a naked and curious Heero dangling from the ceiling.

Footsteps, soft rustling sounds muffled due to the thick beige shag carpet of the apartment, reached Heero’s ears and his eyes flew to the doorway. There Duo stood, the candle light flickering and making bizarre shapes against his lean naked chest. His hair rippled down his back in a sea of chestnut and swayed with imaginative life as a breeze drifted in through the open window. The shining leather pants from earlier still clung like paint to his lower body; they caught the small light from the candles and morphed it, enhanced it, until it seemed as if his bottom half was encased in blazing fires. His eyes sparkled with eager delight, but were countered by the serious look upon his youthful face.

What the hell am I doing here? Heero cursed. This isn’t right! This could compromise all future missions! What am I thinki-

All thoughts ceased as Duo’s long fingers drew lightly up Heero’s bare stomach, sending shivers across the Wing pilot’s flesh. Duo leaned in close to the bound boy, his hair tickling the sensitive skin of his chest and whispered against his ear:

“I have waited so long for this, Heero. This has been my dream for as long as I can remember. I’m going to break you, Heero Yuy, and then you’ll be mine forever.”

Erotica, romance
I'd like to put you in a trance
Erotica, romance
Put your hands all over my body

Duo licked his lips as he grabbed a nearby candle and looked at Heero, who stared impassively back. Normally one to check the temperature before embarking on such an activity, the boy decided against it when he remembered he was dealing with the guy who set his own broken leg.

He tipped the candle, watching as the white wax slowly sloshed its way to the edge then, like syrup, dribbled over. It flipped and twirled in the air, then landed with a gentle splat onto the middle of Heero’s chest. He felt it searing in the most pleasant way, leaving him to hang precariously over the precipice of pleasure and pain. The pilot hissed, sucking in his breath as it gently burned, and within seconds the wax had begun to harden.

After Duo returned the candle to the table, he grabbed a glass full of ice that sat on a nightstand beside the bed, sticking his fingers into it. He fished around for a moment, his eyes glued upon the object of his desire, and after a moment, was rewarded with a cube of crystal ice. The boy walked back to his bound passion, and stuck the ice cube in his mouth, the end protruding past his lips.

The boy leaned over and began moving the ice up across the captive pilot’s flesh. Heero drew in a sharp intake of breath, his eyes rolling as his head swung back. The ice, however, refused to stop its assault and moved upwards and across his sensitive nipples. They hardened and puckered beneath the ice, pointing directly out in small arrows of deep pink.

The ice melted away and Duo took this opportunity to change the temperature. Still slightly shivering, Heero did not expect the sudden burning heat of more candle wax to dripped like a honeyed waterfall onto his stomach. He hissed again, arching his back as he moaned in the back of his throat.

Duo set the candle down as he moved himself up against the pilot, his breath both chilling and heating the normally stoic boy. His teeth sunk into the boy’s neck, hard and passionate, his breath coming in pants. Beneath him, Heero struggled for a moment, until Duo’s hands reached up and stroked the boy’s chest, his hand both comforting and alluring. Duo was met with a sigh and a shudder, and smiling, he took a step back, eying his captive lover.

I don't think you know what pain is

I don't think you've gone that way
I could bring you so much pleasure
I'll come to you when you say

Duo reached over to the bed and retrieved his threatening crop from earlier. His eyes roamed the slightly panting dangling boy that hung covered in glistening sweat like little perfectly cut diamonds. His eyes looked up at Duo, taunting and confused all at once.

I wonder if he’s ready, Duo thought, slapping the crop against his palm. He reached over and gently flogged Heero’s standing erection once, enjoying the small jump the bound boy did. I wonder if he realizes that pain like this is like nothing he has ever felt before. It’s more addicting than any drug and more exciting than any battle.

The Deathscythe pilot allowed one last look at the boy, taking in the slender form of his lean body, the dark hair that licked the corner of his hypnotizing eyes, the way his manhood stood saluting him.

Ah, screw it. I’m going for it!

I know you want me
I'm not gonna hurt you
I'm not gonna hurt you, just close your eyes

The leather of the crop whistled through the air, cutting it like a machete. It struck the tough flesh of Heero’s backside, leaving a perfect maroon stripe like a brand across his buttocks. Heero was launched forward, but was caught and held by his wrists and the shackles attached there.

The crop came down again, this time striking another area. The crimson welt appeared almost instantly, so dark against his gleaming flesh. Heero bit back a moan as his manhood twitched, hard against his stomach.

Duo smiled as the crop descended again and again until his arms grew sore, no two blows overlapping. Duo could feel his own erection building and was thankful that Heero was too caught up in his own world of intense ecstasy and pure pain to notice. Heero’s back was soon totally red, the welts standing out in an attractive, intricate design. The Wing pilot’s breath came out in labored pants, his chest heaving almost painfully. His cobalt eyes looked up at Duo, droplets of sweat shimmering over his lips.

Erotic, erotic
Put your hands all over my body
All over me, all over me

Duo noticed the veiled look in Heero’s eyes, something he had seen many times in the faces of other’s he had been with or had seen at the club. There was a desire, a longing that seemed unnatural and yet purely primal. He watched as Heero bared his teeth, fighting against all the urges that racked his small frame, then swung his head, knocking the hair and sweat from his eyes.

He wants more. This is the beginning. Heero, you are mine.

Erotica, [give it up, give it up] romance
I'd like to put you in a trance
Erotica, [give it up, give it up] romance
I like to do a different kind of

Duo ran his steady, precise hand across the slick flesh of the other boy, smiling ruefully. He threw a quick glance down, noting the standing erection, and licked his lips like a starving man. He leaned in and softly placed his lips onto the others boy’s, feeling the sudden passion behind them. Duo devoured the mouth, ate at the intensity beneath it, fed off the soul of his captive lover. His tongue slid into the mouth, searching and stroking all the hidden areas, coaxing out the desire in the other person.

Heero moaned, something that sounded weary in the back of his throat. He could feel the hands that roamed over his body, alighting every place they touched. He felt the fingers, so long and skilled, slip around his excruciatingly hard cock and encircle it, squeezing it. With a hard pull, his hand slid up the erection, rising to the top, then slid back down to the base. That motion became quicker, the sliding, the pulling, the squeezing. Duo squeezed the life from him, touching him, igniting him up with an insatiable fire. He felt trapped within a body of pure emotion and pleasure that seemed to be inhuman.

“Duo…” Heero murmured beneath the lips that covered his own. Weakly, he opened his eyes, the eyelids sliding halfway up, only to be greeted with the cloudy, yet mischievous lavender ones of Duo.

Erotica, [give it up, give it up] romance
I'd like to put you in a trance
Erotica, romance
Put your hands all over my body

Duo’s hands suddenly became shaky as he reached up and unfastened the cuffs around Heero’s wrists. The freed pilot lurched forward, casting a cautious and hungry look to his companion. He wasn’t given much time to gawk though as Duo reached over and threw Heero onto the bed.

With the grace of a panther, he leapt onto the object of his affection, immediately running his tongue over the smooth flesh beneath him. The skin tasted salty from the thin sheen of sweat, but it bore a natural sweetness that could never be replicated. Duo’s hair fell over his shoulders and onto the shivering boy below him, teasing him with its light caresses.

Duo reached over and retrieved another ice cube from the nightstand. He flashed a confident grin, and then held it above Heero’s parted lips. A drop of water fell, shimmering in the air, and dove into the pilot’s mouth. Duo smiled, then brought the ice cube to the center of the boy’s chest. Laying the ice against the burning flesh, he began to run it down the center of his lover’s torso, in between the nipples, down to the stomach, around the belly button, down inside each of his thighs.

Heero shuddered, his fingers clenching at the sheets beneath him as he writhed helplessly. He refused to cry out; he wasn’t ready to give up yet. Born as a fighter, he could not concede his defeat. He could win this; he knew he could.

Yet the desire was building in him to immeasurable heights. He wanted nothing more than to grab his lover by the long chestnut tresses, throw him down, and drive him as crazy as he was driving Heero. Oh, yes, he could smell Duo’s hair, the light, almost feminine scent of flowers. He could taste the boy’s mouth, sulfur to light this insane fire. The smooth unblemished flesh of the braided boy’s skin as he writhed beneath Heero’s relentless onslaught…It would be heaven.

But not yet! He had to prove he could withstand this; he had to show he was strong and could not be broken by something as trivial as sex!

Duo smiled as he watched the inner turmoil that raged across his lover’s face and didn’t think twice about any of his actions any longer. He reached across the nightstand and grabbed the last of the ice cubes, and with an expert hand, flipped Heero onto his stomach. Before he had a chance to react, Duo parted the cheeks and slid the small cube of ice inside Heero’s most intimate area.

Only the one that hurts you can make you feel better
Only the one that inflicts pain can take it away

Heero’s cobalt eyes sprang open as he screamed, a sound almost completely muffled by the pillow now under him. Duo snickered as he bent over and lightly bit the boy’s inviting cheeks, noting how red they still were. Beneath him, Heero shuddered and writhed even worse, his skin cold and covered in sweat.

Only a little more, Duo thought as he nibbled hungrily on the flesh a little harder. His fingernails raked down the other boy’s back, leaving crimson trails that threatened to overflow with blood in their wake. Heero moaned beneath him, arching his back to meet the rough nails with eagerness unmatched, his erection twitching against his stomach. You’re almost mine.

Knowing exactly where he had placed everything in anticipation for this night, Duo did not need to glance over to the nightstand to find what he wanted; his hands found them on his own. Smiling to himself, he grabbed the long thin metal chain with the weighted clamps at either end, noting the way the gold gleamed, so pure, in the dancing candlelight.

With a skilled hand, he flipped the panting boy over onto his back and jumped onto him, his lips encircling his small arrowhead nipples. His tongue rolled around each one, coaxing them out as far as they could possibly go. His sharp teeth gnawed playfully at them, pulling at them roughly as Heero bucked beneath him, still shaking due to the rapidly melting ice that remained firmly lodged inside him.

Once both nipples were painfully hard, Duo brought up the chained clamps, dragging them slowly over his partner’s glistening abdomen. He sported an evil grin and quickly bound each nipple within a golden vice, tightening them hard enough to get Heero to groan, but he could not determine whether it was in pain or pleasure. The chain hung, bunched and crinkled, in the center of Heero’s heaving chest. Duo slid his fingers up the glistening torso of his partner, grabbed the chain, and pushed it into Heero’s open mouth, physically closing his mouth afterwards.

Without wasting another second, Duo grabbed the boy’s hips and swung him back around, his face once again buried in the pillows beneath him. He tore off the only thing he wore, his pants; they had become too constricting and barely breathable, especially since things had truly heated up between him and Heero. He grabbed the inviting hips below him once more and pulled them high into the air, dragging Heero to his knees. He quickly grabbed a bottle of fruit-fragranced lubricant and poured it over his fingers and hands.

He gave one last smack against the red, heated cheeks that sat before him, sending Heero rocking forward. Then, still smiling, he slipped his index finger into the flowered hole, Heero’s most intimate spot.

It was so hot; the ice cube was no more than a distant memory now. His digit moved in and out slowly, loosening him as he grazed the sensitive buttons within the boy. Heero’s body moved back of its own volition, grinding back into the probing intrusion as he whispered heated names and words through clenched teeth into the pillow. His movements became faster as Duo slipped two more fingers inside, opening him, spreading him wide.

The Deathscythe pilot positioned himself on his knees, standing behind the moaning boy as he continued to tease him from the inside with his roaming fingers. He leaned forward; his manhood that had grown so tense that it began to burn, precariously nudging the inviting orifice before him. He grabbed Heero’s damp tangled tresses, and yanked on them as hard as he could. The boy’s head jerked back, chain still hanging from his tightened lips. The chain pulled upward, wrenching the clamps that held his nipples captive painfully upward, causing Heero to whimper. Duo reveled in the fact that this was where it ended; he had finally won.

“And this is where I make you mine,” Duo hissed, his voice trembling with anticipation he had never felt before.

It is not such a bad thing to lose, Heero incoherently thought, right before Duo slid into him.

It was an explosion of feeling both had never experienced before, something beyond the physical and reaching all the way to the emotional level. Each one felt a piece of their soul joined within a union that was unbreakable; their bodies becoming one, just as their hearts were. This was the basest manner of adoration; this was love in its purest form. The beauty within themselves and the erotic dance that was taking place seemed almost too much for their hearts and Duo could feel the tears that got tangled between his eyelashes.

This has gone beyond pain and pleasure, Duo thought as he backed away, only to thrust in once more. He could feel the virgin tightness of his lover and took it slow and gentle. This has gone beyond what we started. This is now what should be, what all things are in the beginning and in the end. This is love. I feel like it’s going to tear me in two, but I can’t stop this, because then I know I’ll die for sure.

He could feel Heero rocking back and forth in time to the plunges, and in the back of his pleasure-hazed mind, he wondered if Heero felt the same way. He leaned forward, still pushing, and lightly kissed Heero’s spine.

Duo slowly pulled out of the boy, and as Heero began to protest, the chestnut haired boy smiled almost drunkenly, and gently laid him onto his back. He eased himself onto the perfect soldier, his eyes never leaving the clouded cobalt ones below him.

“I want to see you, Heero,” he whispered, his voice husky. The sudden emotion clutched at his heart once more and he fought back the strange tears that threatened to spew forth. “I want to remember you like this.” He leaned forward, letting his lips graze the other boy’s, while with skilled hands he removed the nipple clamps and threw them across the room.

Eroti - ca

“Duo…” What more could he have said? His mind was still so clouded by the day’s events, the club, the cuffs, the ice, the wax, the kiss. Did Duo feel the same clenching of the heart as he did when they had become joined? Did he feel that same unmistakable feeling as he stared into those floating hypnotic violet eyes now?

He felt the soft kisses against his face, grazing his flesh so lightly he almost couldn’t feel them. The warm breath of his partner was the only indication of his closeness. It was strange how everything changed all at once, going from something fueled by lust and bestial urges, to something so meaningful and passionate. But, now that he thought of it, it had all been passionate; it had all been full of love, just love with a different mask on. This was Duo at his core though, just as all he had done so far had been done from the core; the inner essence of his partner, the one thing that drove him on this entire time had been love.

Heero ran his fingers through the unbound hair of the boy beneath him, feeling the pure shimmering silk of the soft tresses sliding through his steady fingers. With his free hand, he gently grabbed Duo’s chin and brought it to his face, gazing into those entrancing eyes. Duo, confused and a little frightened, stared back, lips slightly parted.

“I am yours,” Heero whispered.

He watched as the boy swallowed, the hard lump sliding down his throat. “Heero,” he hissed, his voice full of raw emotion. “I have always been yours.” With that, he leaned in and let his lips encase the other boy’s, one solitary tear slipping out between damp eyelashes.

Still joined at the lips, Duo entered Heero, uniting them once more. One body; one soul; they had become the perfect being, each side complimenting the other. Duo’s hand stroked the side of Heero’s face as he slid in and out, feeling the muscles loosen and tighten at the boy’s will. Heero continued to run his fingers through the long locks, his digits immersed in tresses of honey and chestnut, while his one free hand swung around Duo and held him tightly to his chest.

Their lips never parted, moans and breaths passing between their kiss as their souls were connected. The candlelight flickered across the wall of flesh, alighting their hearts in an unquenchable fire. They danced, slow, revolving, on the bed, each one taking a turn at the top, each one belonging to the other. Duo murmured his lover’s name behind locked lips, while Heero did the same.

Together, they came, their seed pouring forth in a waterfall of white. Only then did they release their kiss, Heero calling out Duo’s name and Duo calling out “Aishiteru!” Their voices rang with need and love, echoing in the small confines of the room. Spent, heaving, they laid side by side as the dawn licked the horizon outside.

They lay, entangled, limbs linking with others as they relaxed. Heero was silent for a long time, long enough for Duo to begin to feel the edges of sleep creeping around his vision. He was startled awake though as he felt long fingers sliding through his tangled, mussed hair and lightly stroking his back.

Duo took a deep breath. “Heero, d-do you regret what happened?” he stuttered, dreading to ask such a question, or rather, dreading the answer.

Heero said nothing for a long time and silence blanketed the room as even Duo held his breath. “Do you ever think before you speak, you idiot?” Heero growled.

Duo felt his face go white as all color drained from it. His mouth worked silently, opening and closing while trying to find something to say.

Heero pulled on the boy’s hair, making them hold each other’s eyes in a flurry of sentiment. “Of course I don’t regret it,” he answered. “I wouldn’t have done it if I would have.”

Duo, smiling once more, snuggled against his lover, burying his face against his neck and his shoulder. “Thank you, Heero,” he murmured.

“Mmmm, for what?”

“For loving me.”

The End