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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Gundam_Wing
  Relationship:
      1x2_-_Relationship, some_mention_of_3x4, Duo_Maxwell/Heero_Yuy, Trowa
      Barton/Quatre_Raberba_Winner
  Character:
      Heero_Yuy, Duo_Maxwell
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Background_Relationships, Brief_mention_of_possible_non-con_
      (does_not_happen)
  Stats:
      Published: 2006-05-12 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 4505
****** Of Fire and Ice ******
by CitrusVanille
Summary
     Duo likes Heero. Heero likes Duo. They're both too blind to see it,
     until...
***** Ice *****
Tickatickatickataptaptap.
“Heeeeero.”
Tickatickatap.
“Heeeeeeeero.”
Tickataptickatap.
“Heeeeeeeeero!” Duo, sprawled lazily across his bed, sat up, irritated.
Tickitytickitytaptickatap.
“Heero, I think you love your computer more than you love me!” the braided boy
complained.
“Hn,” was the only reply from the Perfect Soldier.
“Heeeeero!” Duo whined again. He was incredibly bored, and the relentless
clicking of Heero’s fingers flying over his precious laptop’s precious keypad
was slowly driving him off the road of sanity into the abyss of madness.
“Get out,” Heero ground out automatically, not actually paying any attention to
the American boy.
“Heeeeero! It’s pouring out. There’s no one outside for me to talk to! I have
to talk to someone.” You’re so damn cold it’s not like you really notice
anyway, Duo grumbled to himself.
“Go bother Quatre,” Heero snapped, without looking away from the dull glow of
the screen.
“Cat’s busy,” Duo said, and flopped back on his bed with an annoyed sigh.
“Trowa, then,” the Japanese boy bit out, still not turning, or pausing his
typing.
“Tro’s with Cat.” Duo laughed. “You don’t think Cat’s been going it alone all
afternoon, do you?”
“Of course no – ” the clicking stopped abruptly.
Duo sighed again, this time in relief.
Slowly, Heero twisted around to look at his roommate.
Duo, staring at the ceiling, didn’t notice the sharp gaze suddenly fixed on
him.
“Excuse me?”
“You’re excused,” Duo quipped, then glanced at the other boy. “What?” he asked,
seeing the frown.
Said frown merely deepened.
Duo chuckled. “Don’t tell me you didn’t know they were involved!”
Heero gave him a look.
The American burst out laughing.
“Chocolate Christ, man, are you dead, or something?” he demanded when he could
speak again. “They’ve been screwing like rabbits for the past month and more!
And when they’re not breaking the bedsprings, they’re floating around making
gooey puppy-dog eyes at each other! It’d be positively nauseating if it weren’t
so adorably amusing.” And if I weren’t so damn jealous of what they have, Duo
thought, but didn’t feel necessary to add. It wasn’t like Mr. Ice Man Yuy would
give a shit anyway.
“I beg your pardon,” Heero managed to say stiffly, and turned back to his
beloved computer.
“No need for my pardon, Hee-chan,” the long-haired boy baited. “It’s Cat’s and
Tro’s pardon you should be after. But if you want to beg me…” he grinned
cheekily at the other boy as Wing’s pilot sent him a death glare over one
shoulder.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the usually stoic boy bit out when
his glare failed miserably at frightening the grin off that heart-shaped face.
This could be fun, Duo decided, sitting up once more. He was, after all, bored
and half desperate, so why not?
“Oh, really?” he asked, voice deceptively innocent as a wicked smirk crossed
his visage.
Heero felt a wave of panic rise at the mischievously satanic glow in Duo’s
beautiful violet eyes. That look always came right before the braided idiot
turned the charm on full-throttle in one of his “let’s-see-if-we-can-break-
Heero-Yuy-today” games. Heero was sure Deathscythe’s pilot knew exactly how
attracted he was to him, and he was just as sure the conniving bastard knew all
Heero’s training warned against any kind of involvement with anyone – too
distracting. Damn him.
Duo rose and sauntered closer, a sexy little sway to his walk.
Heero shifted in his chair, suddenly very uncomfortable, and tried to focus
once more on his laptop.
Normally, he’d beat a hasty retreat (he refused to think of it as fleeing, good
soldiers did not flee, they merely retreated to regroup), but he had nowhere to
go. It was still pouring outside (the reason he and Duo were cooped up together
to begin with), and the safehouse was positively tiny – Heero had no wish to
run into Trowa and Quatre and… whatever they were doing.
Duo leaned one hip against Heero’s desk. Come on, Ice Man, he thought. You
could at least pretend to care that I exist.
Duo was completely frustrated. He’d had an intense crush on the messy-haired
pilot for months, but the blue-eyed boy barely acknowledged him unless they
were on a mission. No matter what he did (and he’d lately taken to pushing the
limits of propriety, just because he could), he got no response; the Japanese
boy would merely blow him off, and not in a good way, either. It was an almost
masochistic game he played, seeing how close he could get before Heero walked
out. The sadistic sonova-bitch probably knows, too. Duo swallowed a growl of
anger. Probably just enjoys taunting me. Look at him, typing away on his damn
computer. Lucky piece of shit to get so much attention. God! I can’t believe
I’m jealous of a fucking machine! Simply being in such close proximity to the
other boy always did crazy things to him. Not that Heero fucking Yuy would ever
notice, let alone care.
Heero was finding it very hard to concentrate with the object of his dreams so
close to him. Just keep typing. Just keep typing, typing, typing, he chanted to
himself in a little singsong.
“Heeeeero,” the voice sounded slightly deeper now, and a hell of a lot more
seductive.
Must… concentrate… hard… shit… very hard…
“Come on, Hee-chan,” that damn sexy voice continued. “You saying you don’t
care?”
Care about what? No! It doesn’t matter. Soldiers can’t afford to care about
anything. “No,” Heero gritted out through clenched teeth, willing the heat to
leave his body, without much success.
Duo reached out and gently ran a finger down Heero’s bare arm. “You’re not even
curious?”
Heero couldn’t suppress the shiver of awareness that coursed through his body
at the electric touch. He couldn’t even answer, not that he was even sure what
the other boy was talking about. All he could think was, He touched me. He
actually touched me. He’s never done that before. Not like that… His entire
body felt like it was on fire.
Duo was shocked by his own audacity. He’d been consistently invading Heero’s
personal space for the past several weeks now, but he’d never actually gotten
up the courage to actually touch the other boy in such a… such an
unprofessional manner. However, he was even more amazed that the stone-like boy
had reacted. He would swear he’d felt some kind of electric shock, and Mr.
Perfect Soldier had definitely shivered. And not a shiver of disgust, either!
Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen! Duo thought in almost disbelieving triumph. He’s
alive after all!
Bolder now, Duo leaned closer, and ran his fingers along the finely muscled arm
once more, thrilling at the shivers his caress provoked.
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, Heero thought, nerves going into overdrive right along
with his senses. It’s just my goddamned arm! He couldn’t even pretend to type
anymore. Evil bastard! He thought furiously, though he wasn’t sure if it was
aimed at Duo or his own traitorous body.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he finally managed to demand, his voice
emerging as a choked rumble.
“Just… playing.” Duo’s voice was husky.
Those devil’s fingers ran back up Heero’s by-now-highly-sensitized arm, walked
across his shoulder, and lightly stroked his neck.
Heero snapped.
All in an instant, he had grabbed the other boy’s wrist, launched himself to
his feet, and twisted the offending arm behind its owner’s back, pulling the
American closer as he did so in order to maintain his grip.
He regretted it immediately as the motion brought their bodies into full
contact.
Duo groaned and went almost limp in his arms as their arousals ground against
each other. Heero’s knees felt decidedly weak – it took every ounce of his
training to keep himself from crumpling back into his chair.
The Japanese boy looked the scant distance down into Duo’s half-lidded violet
eyes, and felt his last defenses collapse completely.
“To hell with training,” he muttered fiercely, and lowered his head to kiss the
long-haired brunet full on the mouth. He swallowed the shorter boy’s sudden
gasp of surprise, and allowed his tongue to seek entrance to the other pilot’s
mouth. Access granted, their tongues danced briefly before they had to break
apart to breathe.
“ ‘Ro, my arm…” Duo gasped. “You’re hurting it…”
Heero instantly released the other’s wrist, but quickly locked his arms around
the violet-eyed boy’s slender waist, afraid that if he let him go, he’d vanish.
Duo was breathing heavily, his mind in an ecstatic whirl of delighted
confusion. He kissed me. He kissed me. He kissed me! Oh god he tastes good…
Then that delectable mouth descended to capture his lips once more…
***** Fire (Part One) *****
Duo felt like he was in heaven. Surely nothing else could be so good.

It was just so much better than he’d imagined.

I just want to stay like this forever, he thought, tangling his fingers in
messy chocolate locks.

Duo, Heero’s mind groaned as their tongues dueled for dominance. He realized
suddenly that his hands, of their own volition, were steadily untucking the
other boy’s button-down shirt – and sliding up under it.

He couldn’t believe he was doing this, it was against everything he’d been
taught. But Duo’s skin was softer than velvet and he’d wanted this for so long…
it was almost a relief to give in to it at last.

Duo pulled back abruptly and Heero inhaled sharply as his tank top was removed
and the cool air of the room washed over his skin.

Then Duo was kissing him again, sweeter than chocolate, and Heero moaned into
his mouth at the feel of hot hands on his body.

The sensation, Duo found, was incredible. It was like caressing silk-covered
steel. It was truly amazing how Heero’s cool skin rapidly heated under his
touch, and, even more amazing, was the way the ice-like soldier was simply
melting against him.

He slowly dragged his hands down the short-haired boy’s chest, causing Wing’s
pilot to jump as his fingertips brushed against sensitive nipples, already
hardened to little pebbles. He delighted in the way the muscles in the other
boy’s stomach tensed under his palms.

Heero’s own wandering hands were tugging almost frantically at the buttons on
Duo’s shirt. After several fruitless seconds he gave up and resorted to force,
gripping the material in both hands and yanking, sending buttons flying around
the room.

Duo jerked backwards with a gasp at the sudden feel of icy fingers tracing
patterns across his burning skin.

Brushing the now-open shirt from its owner’s shoulders, Heero bent his head to
place a kiss at the crook of Duo’s neck.

The long-haired pilot couldn’t swallow his groan at the light nips and soft
kisses the Japanese boy was slowly trailing up towards his jaw.

Heero reached Duo’s mouth and pressed another kiss to those parted lips. It was
like an addiction, he simply couldn’t seem to get enough of the other boy. He
pulled Duo closer, loving the feel of skin-to-skin contact and noting the
responding shudder that ran through the body pressed tightly to his. The
flooding heat of desire nearly swamped him before they broke apart again, both
panting slightly.

Suddenly, Heero felt unsure, a feeling he wasn’t particularly well-acquainted
with. He wanted this, more than he’d ever wanted anything. If he were honest
with himself, he’d wanted it since the moment Deathscythe’s energetic pilot had
first aimed a gun at him, determined to rescue the royal pain-in-the-ass from
what he must have been sure was certain death. It had definitely taken guts to
fire that gun, not once, but twice. And in spite of his training, Heero had
secretly treasured those scars. But he was uncertain as to what Duo wanted.

Up until just a few minutes ago, he’d been convinced that all the self-
proclaimed God of Death’s teasing had been just that, teasing. A somewhat
sadistic amusement for one who was easily bored. It had never occurred to
Heero’s rational – waking – mind that the multitude of subtle hints and (more
recently) not-so-subtle intimations could be in earnest. After all, why would
someone so full of fire and life have any interest in someone as regimented and
decidedly dull as Heero knew himself to be?

But when he looked into those burning violet depths, Heero found he didn’t care
why. The passion within the smaller boy that had been so carefully banked for
so long was blazing forth, and Heero realized with unprecedented certainty that
he would do anything to keep it from going out.

As he gulped much-needed oxygen into his lungs, the Japanese boy tried to think
of some way to convey this remarkable revelation to the youth standing scant
inches away, bare chest heaving with his own labored breathing.

Duo couldn’t keep from staring at the veritable god-made-flesh that stood
before him. He was having trouble believing that this wasn’t all some
enchanting dream his desperate and enamored mind had conjured up to torment
him, what with the star of all his fantasies staring back at him with those
unbelievably blue eyes, his chocolate hair even messier than usual, beestung
lips slightly parted as he breathed…

“Heero?” he whispered, not understanding the look on the other boy’s
face. Please don’t change your mind! he begged silently, feeling a sudden wave
of panic. Please, God, don’t let him freeze on me again. I don’t think I could
handle it. I’ve wanted this so badly, and I’ve waited so long… “Is everything
all right?”

Heero shook his head, but it wasn’t a denial. He hooked a finger through one of
the belt loops on Duo’s jeans to pull the chestnut-haired boy against him once
more, softly easing his lips over the sweet mouth before him.

Duo’s hands rose once more to Heero’s hair as their hips ground together,
evoking moans from both.

GodohGodohGod, Duo’s mind chanted.

Heero, unwilling to relinquish his hold on the belt loop, fumbled one-handedly
with the other boy’s buckle.

Duo took a step back, pulling Heero with him. When Heero didn’t resist, he took
another step, then a third. Heero followed, still trying to undo the belt.

Deathscythe’s pilot stopped when the backs of his knees hit the side of his
bed.

The two separated to breathe, and Heero’s hot mouth moved back down Duo’s neck,
pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to the other boy’s throat. He could feel the
frantic pace of the shorter boy’s pulse against his lips. Then his efforts
finally paid off as the buckle came undone.

“Heero,” the whispered call brought him back up to steal another kiss from that
tempting mouth, but Duo stopped him, placing a hand on his chest.

Heero closed his eyes briefly at the pleasant thrill that ran through him at
the touch, then looked into those incredible violet eyes.

Duo said nothing, just stared at him for a long moment, searching his face as
though looking for answers.

Heero opened his mouth to ask what the questions were, but a long finger
touched his lips as that cinnamon-topped head gave a small shake, silencing
him.

Duo gave him a smile that almost stopped his heart, and sat on the bed, pulling
the Japanese boy down on top of him.

Heero braced himself above the smaller boy, using his hands to support his
weight, unreasonably worried that he might crush the boy beneath him.

This is it, Duo thought, a little scared, but wanting it too much to pay his
fear much mind.
***** Fire (Part Two) *****
Wing’s pilot brushed a light kiss across Duo’s cherry lips. The long-haired
brunet couldn’t suppress a small moan as that talented mouth moved to his
chest, teasing the hot skin with teeth and tongue. His eyelids slid closed as
he lost himself in Heero’s ministrations. He heard the rasp of leather and felt
the light tug of his belt being removed, then heard it land somewhere on the
floor.
“Heero,” Duo groaned, arching up into the touch.
The short-haired boy swirled his tongue around the younger boy’s navel, dipping
the tip in briefly, before moving back up his chest. He delighted in the way
Duo squirmed, breath coming in short gasps, as he lavished attention first on
one peaked nipple, then the other.
Duo groaned the Japanese boy’s name again, and Heero began kissing his way back
up the boy’s pale body, pausing to place a light nip on his Adam’s apple –
which elicited yet another groan of want. He found Duo’s mouth and proceeded to
kiss the other boy senseless while his fingers danced at the waistband of the
jeans, making short work of the button and zipper. Within moments, Duo was clad
only in a pair of black boxers and his gold cross.
Heero never remembered removing his own shorts, but somehow they ended up on
the floor with everything else, leaving him au natural.
They broke apart, gasping for breath.
Duo dragged his eyes open and took in the sight before him. He was still
finding it impossible to believe that this could be anything but a dream, but
even if that was all it was, he was damn well going to enjoy it while it
lasted.
He ran his hands down the taller boy’s sides, loving the warm-silk feel under
his fingers and the responsive shivers of desire.
Usually icy blue eyes burned into his own violet orbs for a moment before Heero
slid back down his body. He inched the black material slowly down over Duo’s
hips, kissing each and every inch of flesh as it was revealed. And then –
OHMYFUCKINGGOD!!! Duo’s eyes flew wide and his hips jerked upwards of their own
accord as that hot mouth swallowed him. His hands fisted in the sheets beneath
him as Heero firmly grasped his hips, holding him still.
It didn’t take much to send him over the edge.
What felt like mere seconds later, Duo’s vision went white and he saw stars as
he exploded. A wordless cry ripped from his throat as his mind shattered, the
pieces spiraling out of control. And for long moments, it was all he could do
to lie there, weak and trembling.
At last his vision cleared.
Heero was hovering over him, and he pulled him down for a kiss, tasting
something salty and strange that he knew was himself.
He could feel the tenseness in Heero’s body, and realized the other pilot was
struggling to keep himself in check.
In the brief moment that followed, two things dawned on Deathscythe’s pilot.
He’s so much stronger than me. If I told him to stop, he could ignore it. He
could force me… was the horrified understanding in his mind.
But he’d barely thought it when he knew beyond shadow of any doubt that it
would never happen. He could see it in those clear Prussian blue eyes that, no
matter what, if he told Heero to stop, he would. That knowledge warmed him to
the core.
Heero knew he was nearing the end of his rope, and for the first time in his
life, he wasn’t completely sure he could retain command of himself. But he was
terrified of hurting Duo. Whatever the cost to himself, he could not, would
not, allow any harm to come to the other boy. Especially when said boy was
looking at him with beautiful amethyst eyes almost glowing with trust. He would
die, and gladly, before he destroyed that. And despite years of conditioning
against caring for other people, the knowledge of how deeply he’d fallen felt…
right.
He met Duo’s eyes and held them. What he thought he saw there was the stuff of
the dreams no amount of training could prevent. But he had to be certain.
“Duo?” he whispered, struggling to find his voice. “Are… are you sure?” It was
the hardest thing he’d ever had to do. “Is this what you want?”
Duo didn’t hesitate. “I’m sure,” he replied, voice soft, but firm nonetheless.
“For a long time now…” he smiled shyly – a look Heero had never seen before. “I
want this. I want you.”
Heero felt relief wash through him at those words, and an answering surge of
adrenaline in his veins. He kissed the younger pilot soundly, swirling their
tongues together and swiping at the roof of the other boy’s mouth. His fingers
caressed the hot skin beneath him and he swallowed Duo’s moaned responses.
A moment later, he pulled away, realizing he needed something before this went
any farther.
The abrupt loss of Heero’s warmth nearly sent Duo into panic-mode all over
again. He turned his head and saw the other boy rummaging in a desk drawer.
What the – “Heero?”
“Ha!” Heero gave a little exclamation of triumph as he pulled out what looked
(from Duo’s angle) like a first aid kit.
“Heero?” Duo tried again, even more confused as the taller boy swiftly began
pulling out bandages and bottles of pills.
What could he possibly be – Duo’s train of thought came to a screeching halt as
Heero approached once more, a bottle in one hand that was clearly labeled ‘BURN
OINTMENT’ in black block letters. Duo’s eyes widened in comprehension and a
tiny voice in his head went, oh.
Heero gave him an awkward kind of smile. “I needed to get – ”
“I see,” Duo cut him off in a small voice.
“It’ll make it easier to – ”
“I know.”
“I’m sorry I – ”
“It’s okay.”
Heero looked at him, a little unsure. “You ready?”
Duo tried to give him a bright smile, but obviously realized at once what an
utter failure it was. He bit his lip. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” he whispered.
Heero nodded, but didn’t move, just continued to stand next to the bed, holding
the jar, staring down at the amazing creature lying there.
Duo wondered suddenly what Heero was waiting for. Does he expect me to do
something? What do I do?
“Uh,” Duo licked his lips nervously. “Is something wrong?”
Heero shook his head, but his gaze was suddenly fixed on his bare toes. His
voice emerged as an embarrassed mumble. “I… I’ve never… done… this. Before.”
Duo felt a rush of relief, and, in a single motion, sat up and yanked the
taller boy back down to the bed on top of him, kissing him fiercely. After a
moment, he pulled away, panting raggedly. He curled upwards to whisper in
Heero’s ear. “Me neither,” he breathed, letting his breath tickle the other
teen’s skin. “But I can’t wait to find out what all the fuss is about.” He ran
his tongue around the shell of the ear, and tugged gently on the lobe with his
teeth, feeling the older boy shudder in response.
Heero gave a low growl, and attacked the American’s mouth with his own,
bringing their lips together with bruising force.
Duo heard the ointment jar open, and inhaled the sharp scent of herbs.
A moment later, he felt Heero searching for his entrance, then a single slick
finger worked its way inside. After another minute, Heero added a second
finger, carefully scissoring the two, stretching him. Duo stopped kissing him,
focusing on the odd sensation. When a third finger joined the first two,
however, Duo felt the beginnings of discomfort, but then those fingers brushed
something deep inside him, and any such minor irritations were forgotten as he
gasped aloud and rocked his hips, trying to hit it again.
Heero’s fingers complied as his talented mouth worked a particularly sensitive
spot on Duo’s neck.
Duo groaned with want, clutching at Heero’s shoulders, helpless under the
double assault. He groaned again when the fingers were removed, almost
whimpering at the loss.
“Shh. Shh,” Heero breathed, not to silence the braided pilot, merely to soothe.
And slowly, slowly, he worked his way inside the other boy until he was fully
sheathed.
Duo made a little noise, as though in pain, and Heero froze, suddenly
frightened that he’d seriously harmed him.
The younger boy’s eyes were tightly closed, and he was biting his lower lip so
hard it was bleeding.
“Duo?” Heero tried to pull back, but Duo grabbed him, eyes opening.
“No,” Duo whispered, voice tight. “Don’t. Just… give me a… a second.”
His eyes closed again, but he didn’t release his grip on the Japanese pilot.
Heero fought to keep perfectly still, letting the other boy adjust.
After several tense moments, Duo moved experimentally. His eyes slid open and
he grinned slightly at the boy hovering above him, and moved again.
Their eyes locked, and all of a sudden Heero was moving, too.
For an instant it felt all wrong, then they found their rhythm and moved
together. Duo brought his knees up to grip Heero’s sides, and the new angle
allowed Heero to slide in deeper, hitting that magical spot and causing Duo to
scream in pleasure.
Heero bent his head to lick away the drop of blood glistening on Duo’s bitten
lip and to kiss that naturally red mouth. He reached between their bodies with
one hand to pump Duo in time with his thrusts. He could barely feel Duo’s nails
digging into his shoulders.
Duo tightening around him as he exploded onto both their stomachs drove Heero
over the edge as well, and he followed the other boy into a euphoric spiral,
collapsing on top of him.
It was several minutes before Heero could function enough to carefully pull out
and roll to the side.
“You okay?” he managed to ask, realized how stupid it sounded as the words left
his mouth, but still sincere, and too tired to try to think of a more eloquent
way to phrase his concern – besides, he’d always been blunt, and Duo had never
seemed to mind it too much.
“Uh-huh,” the reply was mumbled and even less eloquent than the question. In
fact, Duo sounded half asleep. “You?”
“Sleepy,” Heero admitted, and received the chuckle he’d hoped for. “But good.
Better than good.”
“Me, too,” Duo muttered, and abruptly curled up against Heero’s side.
After a startled moment, Heero hesitantly wrapped his arms around the other
pilot, pulling him closer, cuddling.
More than anything, this simple action proved to himself that he no longer had
to hold on to his cold training – that was for missions, not life. For now, he
could just be… what he wanted to be. What a wonderful thought that was. He
realized he didn’t care if a soldier was allowed to have emotions or not, he
had them, and now he had Duo, too. What a wonderful thought that was.
Duo’s breath had evened out in slumber.
The steady sound of their combined heartbeats lulled Heero into a deep,
comfortable sleep.
* * * * *
Tickatickatickataptaptap.
“Heeeeero.”
Tickatickatap.
“Heeeeeeeero.”
Tickataptickatap.
“Heeeeeeeeero!” Duo was sprawled across the other boy’s bed while the older
pilot worked on a report.
Tickitytickitytaptickatap.
“Heero, I think you love your computer more than you love me!” the violet-eyed
pilot pouted.
The Japanese boy turned around in his chair and gave the long-haired American a
roguish smile. “Never,” he promised, and blew him a kiss.
The End
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