Gundam Wing is copyright...Sotsu, I think it is, and a few
other important companies and people. I OWN SHINOBU'S SOUL! Uh, how'd that get
there? -_-;;
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THURSDAY:
Shi-chan: As tempting as going to bed early is, I want
another chapter of this done NOW while I'm in this dark mood...
Duo: Nooo...not more darkness!
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Death Becomes Him
~By Shimegami-chan
Part 25
SHOUNEN-AI, ANGST, CUSSING, CITRUS....AND....YAOI!
Quatre and Trowa stood outside the door. "Do you
suppose they're all right in there?" asked the little Arab.
"Well...they haven't been screaming at each
other...maybe they've worked things out." Trowa led Quatre back downstairs
to where Wufei was waiting. "Let's give them some time alone."
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Duo and Heero had been able to stop kissing each other long
enough to try to talk things out, despite how difficult a time Heero was
having. They ended up being content just lying in each other’s arms in silence;
Heero stroking Duo's hair lovingly while the American pilot snuggled against
him.
"Duo..." Heero asked quietly. "Do you think
you could stay here with me forever?"
"I can't promise anything, my love." Duo replied.
"I'm afraid that every minute here might be my last. My phasing problems
are really worrying me."
"But how will you know?"
"I don't." Duo sighed. "I have no warning
about these things. One minute I can go solid, the next I can't. Then it goes
back to normal, but soon I discover some other problem. It's really
disconcerting...I'm kind of afraid of what might be happening to me..."
Heero held Duo close, rocking back and forth.
"Please...don't go...I couldn't take it if you went again!"
"I can't control it, Heero!" Duo said, his hands
trembling. "I don't want to leave you. I'm scared shitless. I'd love to
promise you that I'd be here...but what's important right now is that I am
here, and we've gotta work this out."
"Work it out..." Heero cast a glance downward.
"Duo, I...I'm sorry for thinking you weren't yourself. I'm sorry for not
believing."
"Apology accepted, as usual, Hee-chan." Duo's open
mouth suddenly found Heero's, and they were locked together again.
(Author's note: Yeah, yeah, you asked for it, you're getting
it. I am not capable of writing lemons, I've barely read enough of them to even
understand the terminology, but a lot of people e-mailed me asking for lemon so
I got myself some help. Everything from this point on until noted was written
by Tifa, you can contact her with flames/comments/etc. at
tifa@japoness.com. See you at the end
of the chapter!
Oh yes, and that's why the rating on this chapter is so
high...if you don't care for citrus, just scroll down until you see the line of
asterisks and imagine me holding up a big sign that says "Insert Lemon
Here," on it. Although...it's not too bad as lemons go, which is why this
is R-rated and not NC-17...I didn't want to go overboard in this story in
particular. I might want to use this one in a contest or something, and I know
at least one of my IRL friends reads this. [Hiya, Belindi-san! If you're gonna
read this next part, don't do it anywhere near the Callaberos okay?] So the
citrus is still being toned down, and it has been edited/spell checked/approved
by me. If anyone thinks it should be rated NC-17, (I'm having a 'lil
trouble telling the difference between NC-17 and R) contact me at
duoxheero@dragonball-gt.zzn.com. Okies?
Now that that's over with, take it, Tifa!)
Heero smiled into the kiss and slid his hands down to Duo's
waist. "I missed you so much."
Duo laughed when he finally noticed where exactly Heero's
probling fingers were going. "You just missed my body, I think."
"No, no!" Heero grinned coyly at his lover.
"I missed everything else too. But my body misses yours."
The American let Heero push him back onto the bed, working
his pants down. "Oi, Hee-chan...a little headstrong today aren't
you?"
Heero tossed his own pants onto the floor. Duo looked a
little nervous at the predatory gleam in his partner's eye. "Eager,
huh?"
"Hn." Heero sat atop his lover, wandering hands
teasing Duo gently. "I've been wanting this...do you know how long it's
been since we...?"
"Too long." Duo grinned and then moaned in
pleasure as Heero began trailing kisses along his neck and across his chest.
"Koi..."
"Not up for it tonight?" asked Heero
disappointedly.
"No, that's not it..." Duo had a mischievous
twinkle in his eye and he took a good look at Heero's genitals. "I was
just wondering what brought this on..." He pulled Heero closer.
Heero accepted the silent invitation and fumbled for the
lube on the headboard shelf. "Now how did this get there?"
Duo continued to speak as Heero opened it and coated himself
with it. "You know, one minute you hate me, the next you're stripping me
down...and, um..."
Heero grinned wickedly and eased him closer to Duo.
"Maybe it's those split personalities you were talking about."
"Hrm...damn them..." Blood was rushing through his
ears, as pain quickly became pleasure. "Mmmm..."
Heero thrusted gently against the smaller boy. "What,
you want them to leave?"
"What?" Duo gasped. "Not at all..." The
pleasure was overwhelming, tears and beads of sweat ran down Duo's face.
"Not at all..." he repeated softly, and soon the
white-hot waves took them both...
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^ (Yup, those are the asterisks right there. Shi-chan takes
over...sorry for those of you who were enjoying it! She probably could have
done a lot more explicit stuff, now that I read it over...too late now...maybe
we'll collaborate again in the future okay? *grin* )
Duo awoke early the next morning looking as though he'd been
drugged.
Nice drugs, he thought as he watched the sleeping
form beside him. Heero's face was mesmerizing, so peaceful, smiling just a
little as he dreamed.
The night had been a blur to Duo; all he remembered was
Heero's lulling voice and waves of physical ecstasy. He was almost too tired to
move, despite the amount of sleep they'd both actually gotten.
Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei might or might not have returned,
the door was still closed and the house was silent. Duo supposed that the
nosebleed Wufei would have gotten seeing the unclothed boys draped over one
another in sleep would have been priceless…but a pain for Quatre to have to get
off the hardwood floor. The corner of the room was still stained red from the
other night's bloody fight, though the shattered glass from the mirror was long
gone.
Duo turned his attention back to Heero, snoring lightly
beside him. The Japanese pilot's mouth was open just a little, and Duo planted
a kiss on it before dragging himself out of bed. He picked up his discarded
clothes from the floor and threw them in the hamper, then headed out to the
bathroom for a shower.
The hot water felt great against his aching body, flushing
sweat and seed and tears down the drain. His hair has spilled out of his braid
at some point--he expected Heero had taken out the elastic--and the chestnut
waves were tangled from the wild night.
It hadn't actually been as wild as he had expected, Duo
realized. More than just sexual desire and lust and Duo in black leather as
they sometimes dealt with, looking back Duo was glad that it had been more of a
night of gentle love and passion. The threat of death and separation still hung
over them like angry storm clouds.
Duo stepped out of the shower and secured a towel around his
waist before running a brush tentatively through his hair. He felt thoroughly
refreshed and quite cheerful, less than surprisingly. The young pilot bounded
back into their room to find Heero making the bed.
"Oi, Hee-chan!" Duo grinned, tossing the towel to
the floor while he rifled through the closet. Heero, clad in boxers now, came
up behind his lover and encircled Duo's waist with his arms. Duo selected a
pair of black pants and a white tank top from the piles of clothes there.
Duo allowed Heero to dress him as he rummaged for something
for the other boy to wear. Finding only black spandex and green tank tops, Duo
tossed Heero a pair of his own jeans and a red shirt.
Heero didn't seem pleased with the choice, but Duo had the
short-sleeved red shirt over his head before he could complain.
"I was going to get a shower first," Heero
mumbled.
"Too bad." Duo grinned and kissed the tip of
Heero's nose. "We're going out."
"Out?" Heero asked dazedly.
"Yeah! I want to show you a place I found. Want to do
my hair Hee-chan?" Duo held out a brush.
Heero accepted it and began winding the long chestnut waves
into a braid while Duo chattered about what a great day it looked like it was
going to be. The excited pilot was bubbling over with enthusiasm for the 'place
downtown' to the point that Heero was still trying to secure the end of the
braid with an elastic as Duo dragged him out the door.
"Duo..." Heero shook his head and decided not to
bother protesting.
"It'll be fun, I swear!" Duo scrawled a quick note
to Quatre about their whereabouts and tossed it on the table. "Trust
me!"
"Why am I worried?" Heero said sarcastically.
With a grin, Duo pushed Heero out the door and closed it
behind them.
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Shi-chan: Would you believe it just took me 4 hours to write
that?
Duo: zzzzzz...uh-huh....
Shi-chan: I needed to research...things...to write the
second half of that chapter. Not to mention sending the whole thing back and
forth with Tifa.
Duo: *snore* whatever...
Shi-chan: Could you at least show some enthusiasm,
Duo?
Duo: .....
Shi-chan: Well anyway, I'm not sure if that was lemon or
lime, and how I would classify the 'the morning after' scene. I ATTEMPTED to be
descriptive. But hey.
Duo: Mmm...citrus...
Shi-chan: *sighs* What's wrong with you tonight?
Duo: Well, that 3x4 site you were surfing through gave me
many many ideas to use on Heero...I'm just thinking, that's all...
Shi-chan: O.O Too much information...
Quatre: *coughs*
Trowa: *coughs*
Shi-chan: Anyway, more tomorrow, along with a Christmas fic
that's been floating in my head...ja ne!