Disclaimer: I
don’t own ‘em, wish I did, just enjoy writing about ‘em for free etc
Pairings: 1x2
Category: Humour,
romance, ficlet
Warnings: Yaoi,
lemon
Spoilers: None
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“Back off.”
Duo’s eyes were dark, the blue shaded with a deep, angry hunger.
Heero backed him up against the table and stared him
out. “No way.”
“Yes way,”
hissed Duo. Heero’s breath brushed his
neck; it was hot. The hairs on the back
of his neck rose.
Heero leant slightly forward and placed his hands on
the table edge, either side of Duo’s trembling body. His eyes drifted down to Duo’s mouth and then
back up to his face. His eyes
widened. “So you did it – despite all
you said.”
Duo blanched.
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” he brazened.
“You promised me you had integrity – self-control.”
Duo snorted. “For
God’s sake, what are you, my mother?”
Heero growled.
Duo felt the vibration against his chest. His legs instinctively shifted apart, trying
to take up a steadier position.
“No, I’m not your mother,” Heero muttered. “Else I’d have taken you in hand way before
now.”
Duo started to laugh, incredulously. “This is ridiculous. I’m a grown man. I can do what I like.”
“Not any more.”
Heero took hold of Duo’s left arm and pressed his hand palm down on the
table, beside him. He did the same with
the right one. He put his own hands over
them, and applied pressure. The careful
way that he moved was deceptive.
Duo caught his breath.
He tensed slightly against the grip and found it firm. He looked down, to left then right. There was a light flush on his cheeks. Heero took half a step nearer and his knee
nudged between Duo’s spread thighs.
Duo bit his lip and glared into Heero’s face. “So you think you could?”
Heero raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“Take me in hand,” hissed Duo. “Huh?”
“It’s the only way you’ll ever learn, Duo.”
“Give me strength –“ Duo
started to protest. He paused when Heero’s
head brushed against him, and his tongue flickered out against his cheek. Duo gasped.
Heero sighed, gently.
He moved his head across and licked at Duo’s other cheek. He moistened his lips and licked again – this
time along Duo’s jawline.
Duo’s head went back, baring his throat. “You’re making a big deal of this. It’s nonsense. You’ve no proof of anything -”
Heero laughed, softly.
“I think not. What about this –“ his tongue swiped across the end of
Duo’s nose – “and this?” He suckled at the pale, shivering Adam’s
apple.
“Crap. Circumstantial. It’s
every man for himself in this world, Heero, you should know that.”
Heero shook his head and his dark hair brushed silkily
against Duo’s ear. “Maybe. But now that’ll change. I insist on it.” He was leaning in so close that his shoulders
nudged the other man’s. He caught the edge
of Duo’s braid in his teeth and carefully moved it out of the way, letting it
fall heavily down between Duo’s shoulder blades.
Duo sighed. He
seemed to relax a little. He let Heero
nuzzle at his throat, the damp lips planting soft, sucking secrets along the
line of his veins. “What about my
pride? Maybe I don’t want to be dictated
to like this.”
Heero released one of Duo’s hands and moved his grip
to the leg that pressed tightly against his own. He followed the thin fabric of Duo’s pants
into the curve of the inner thigh, and squeezed.
Duo groaned.
“Hell.” His cock jerked,
hungrily.
Heero’s smile was hidden in the curves of Duo’s
cheekbone. “So much
for pride. Say it, Duo.”
“No.” Duo
sounded weary. “Fuck off.”
“Say it.” Heero
slid his hand up Duo’s thigh and into the warm, shadowed valley of his groin. His forefinger nudged against the zip of
Duo’s pants and it started to roll itself down with a soft, easy buzz. He slipped the other fingers into the cloth
as it peeled aside, seeking their prey.
Duo moaned, and his hips thrust out against the
caress. His boxers hung down at one
side, where a dark skinned wrist moved underneath them. “I won’t do it again. Is that what you want to hear?”
Heero shrugged, and his hand nestled in under Duo’s
balls. His fingers curled round Duo’s
cock and stroked lazily. Just twice. Then it
stalled.
Duo growled. “Bastard. Is this
what you mean by taking me in hand?”
Heero laughed again.
“You will never – never
– do this again. Do you
understand?”
Duo scowled, but his eyes were heavy lidded. He shuddered as Heero started to stroke
again, firmly and deeply, from root to head and back again. He lifted one hand from the table and gripped
at Heero’s arm. His lips ghosted against
the other man’s neck. “Sure. Whatever. Why the hell am I always the prime suspect –“
Heero nipped sharply at Duo’s neck. His hand was speeding up, and Duo’s hips
arched painfully back and forth against the edge of the table. He was panting.
Heero was grunting, too, with soft, animalistic
noises. He took hold of Duo’s hand and
placed it on his own groin. Duo had to
spread his fingers to take hold of the fierce swelling. They rocked together, legs entwined, arms
linked, thrusting against each other.
Heero pressed his lips against Duo’s mouth and licked again. “There’s the evidence,” he gasped.
“Huh?”
“Sugar,”
hissed Heero. He licked again, along
Duo’s top lip, and a stray sugar crystal shone in a drop of saliva.
Duo started to laugh.
The sound was a mixture of pleasure and racing ecstasy and
mischief. “So!” he murmured into Heero’s
ear, watching the other man’s eyes clouding with the same passion he knew was
suffusing his own. “Next time I’ll save
some of the doughnuts for you, OK?”