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"Straight to My Head"Written By: Miss Murdered Disclaimer: I don't own the GW characters - am just borrowing to torment for my amusement Rating: NC 17 Warnings: light angst, awkward romance, some smut Pairings: 1x2 Summary: Heero's yearly Preventer
evaluation is usually an annoying formality. But this year, it is
much more complicated due to a certain Duo Maxwell... "Straight to My Head " Chapter 3: The Place I Lay My Bones Duo yielded immediately, letting Heero’s thigh between his legs and his tongue in his mouth, moaning as their bodies moulded together with familiarity, cocks hardening as their hips ground in sync. Heero’s hands were on Duo’s ass, keeping him close as he felt the soft denim underneath his fingertips and he could feel Duo’s hand tight in his hair - almost painful but not quite. Their tongues slid together with practiced ease and Duo tasted of cinnamon and coffee, smelt like he always did and Heero felt light-headed - like that time when Duo had convinced him that tequila was a good idea. It hadn’t been - it had induced nightmares and sickness and had given him the uncomfortable knowledge that Heero’s body was still completely and utterly fucked up by whatever the hell Dr J had done to him throughout his childhood. His mind racing Heero had to back off then, had to step away, had to breathe . “You can’t be impartial,” Heero said once there was space, once there was air between them and he could regain his brain cells. “You can't be picky who evaluates you - people don't want the job, ‘Ro. You’ve got a reputation and a look that can kill people from ten paces away, remember?” “It's not that,” Heero said with a frustrated growl, his hands in fists at his sides. Concern crossed Duo’s face then, replacing the smirk as he had realised it wasn't the time for a joke or sarcasm anymore. Duo understood. Duo always understood. “‘Ro,” Duo said softly, walking towards him with his hand outstretched as though expecting Heero to pounce like a wild animal. “They always wanted to prove that I wasn't fit for duty - that I was dangerous, that I didn't belong,” Heero said as he walked towards the kitchen to get a glass of ice-cold water to cleanse the taste of Duo’s coffee from his mouth as it was too sweet. His senses were overwhelmed with too many tastes and smells and sensations. Too many things he hadn’t felt for so long. Duo was a sensory overload to Heero who spent so much of his life measured and controlled. And alone. “You want me to prove that you’re unfit for duty?” Duo asked wryly, cocking his head to one side. “Geez, I thought Prev was your life, man.” Heero frowned. “I don't know,” he said, frustration wrought in each syllable, “it shows I’m no longer a threat. No longer considered damaged.” Dua snorted then, a smile on his face as he walked over to Heero with his usual confident swagger, no longer worried about Heero’s reactions. “You're still damaged, ‘Ro,” he said reassuringly, “just maybe not the threat to world peace that they feared you were. Take it as a good thing - that it’s done. That we paid our dues. We can just, live , now, you know?” Heero realised how ridiculous he was, how completely and utterly stupid he was was being and how Duo was the only person he could articulate any of this to. He’d tried therapy, they made him have psych evals with Preventer but Heero was always so cautious, so afraid of saying something that raised the red flag that he remained impassive, quiet, mute. “I'm screwed up.” “Yeah, but I'm kinda screwed up so we’re fine,” Duo said as he wrapped his arms around Heero’s waist. It was comforting - the feel of Duo’s fingers resting at the small of Heero’s back and the warmth of his skin. Duo leant his head forward and rested his forehead against Heero’s, his breath ghosting across Heero’s lips as he spoke. “You're still a badass, ‘Ro. Still the guy that jumped out of a damn high rise building, who survived self destruction and gunshots and fuck knows what else. You're still -” Heero cut him off then - he didn't want the trip down memory lane, bitter and sharp like glass on the tip of his tongue. Instead he kissed Duo with a fierceness that was unexpected, Duo stepping back as Heero pushed forward with his hips, Duo’s back meeting the counter behind him with a jolt. Duo moaned as Heero pressed their groins together, as Heero nipped at his bottom lip and buried his fingers into the start of the braid at the back of Duo’s head, his fingers digging into the strands. There was a perfect familiarity to it all, to pushing at Duo’s t-shirt to feel scarred skin under his fingertips, to sucking at the juncture of neck and worrying skin with teeth. Heero gasped when he felt practiced fingers at his belt, fingers that pulled down a zipper and slipped inside the gap in his uniform trousers to stroke at his cock. “Is this part of my evaluation?” Heero murmured into Duo’s skin. Duo laughed, the skin underneath Heero’s lips reverberating with the sound. “Are you bribing me, Yuy? Plying me with sexual favours to pass?” “It is working?” “Let’s go to bed,” Duo said, his hand squeezing at Heero’s cock lightly making Heero moan softly, “I have to be thorough when I evaluate your performance, right?” Heero would’ve groaned at Duo’s attempt at humour but when a hand was wrapped around his dick it was hard to articulate anything. Instead of words, Heero kissed the satisfied expression off Duo’s face and slid his hand over his denim clad ass, pulling him even closer. He wanted this forever - to be connected, close, skin on skin. He wanted to crawl into Duo's bones, to have their heart beats sync... he hated and loved how Duo had made his home in his head, his body, his heart. How he made it seem like he belonged there. It had been a while but Heero was confident of his performance and he was sure that Duo would tick the satisfactory box on the Preventer forms. Especially when the sound of “fuck”, “yeahs” and “‘Ro’s” echoed around Heero’s stark bedroom, as the bed moved with their bodies, as their hands held tight and they came in a tangle of limbs and sweat slicked skin. And as they lay, connected, sweat drying, Duo chuckled softly. “I guess you pass.” Heero only response was to shake his head. There was nothing he could say to that. ~ * ~ |
