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"The Wedding Planner"Written By: Snowdragonct Disclaimer: Don't own any part of Gundam Wing or the characters, more's the pity. This is for fun...no profit involved. Warnings: AU, yaoi, some OOC, angst, potential lemon(s), sickening sappy fluff Pairings: to be announced, or it’d be too easy (but you know who I like) A/N: This idea hit me while I was driving somewhere, and I needed to start it before the inspiration faded. But it will take second place to Boot Camp and the sequel to Boot Camp, so I can’t promise regular or frequent updates. It’s probably totally predictable FLUFF, so you have been warned. And I’m trying out the world of first-person here, with point of view shifting between Heero and Duo (maybe others…not sure yet). Rating: NC 17 Summary: Heero isn't thrilled when Relena hires
someone to plan their wedding, but once he meets the young man, he's
downright unhappy. Duo Maxwell is friendly, good looking, and spending
way too much time with Relena...Heero's jealousy knows no bounds.
"The Wedding Planner"
Chapter Forty Five: Head over Heels Heero’s Point of View I couldn’t even begin to describe the sensations Duo was making me feel. When I’d shown up at his apartment, I had no intention of seducing him—or taking advantage in any way. But I needed to see him—to apologize for the precipitous way I’d revealed my feelings to him. The last thing I expected was to end up in his bed, all but drowning in ecstasy as he showed me exactly what I’d been missing all my life. And it wasn’t just the blow job, which was practically a religious experience (no blasphemy intended, but damn, it was amazing). It was every touch…every whispered endearment…every look from those laughing, lusting indigo eyes. I knew I’d never get enough of him. And as I looked down at his face, I wanted to promise him the world—and tell him I’d never let him go. But I couldn’t give him that yet—not until I made the clean break I needed to make first. “Can I see your hair down?” I asked, running my fingers through the wisps at the edges of his face. He smiled gently, his eyes shining. “Anything you want, ‘Ro. Anything.” I pulled the tie off the end of his braid, and worked the strands loose, bringing the silken mass up to my face and letting it glide across my cheek. “Beautiful,” I breathed in awe. “You are so beautiful.” Duo chuckled a little at that—a short, husky laugh. “You look in the mirror lately? So’re you. Absolutely gorgeous.” God. How long had he felt that way about me? I shifted slightly away from him and let my eyes run the length of his body, from the slim, well-muscled shoulders and arms down to the slender waist and long, supple legs. His eyes went wide, and a blush crept up his cheeks as he watched me caress him with a gaze. “Fuck,” he whispered softly. “If you don’t touch me soon, I’m gonna go nuts.” I ran my fingers across his forehead, and down one side of his face to cup his cheek while I leaned in to kiss those delicious lips again. “I want to touch every part of you with every part of me,” I murmured quietly, delighting in the way he shivered in anticipation. “I’m starting to think you’re gonna be the one teaching me,” he breathed. I almost snorted skeptically; I felt completely out of my depth with him. As if I’d never made love to anyone my entire life. And maybe I hadn’t. Maybe what had come before was, like so many things in my life, just “going through the motions.” All I really knew for sure was that this was like nothing I’d ever experienced before—emotionally as well as physically. I felt like a novice in more ways than one. “I don’t know how I could teach you anything,” I said quietly. “I just know I want you—I want this—more than anything, ever.” “Talk’s cheap, lover. Prove it.” “How?” “Fuck me through the mattress.” I could feel a blush heat my cheeks; but instead of being put off by the crude expression, I found my pulse racing with anticipation. “Tell me what to do.” Duo fumbled one-handed in the night stand drawer, and then pressed a small tube into my hand. But instead of giving me orders, he took my hand in his, helping me open the cap and then massaging the slippery stuff onto my fingers. And then he guided my hand down his body, until it brushed past his erection and settled against the soft flesh behind it. “Start with one…and work up to three,” he whispered, his eyes locked on mine with a soft, trusting look. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready for more.” I had a vague idea of what to expect, but when I tentatively ran a finger around his opening and he shivered in response, I felt a rush of confidence. I could do this—I could make love to a man, and try to give him as much pleasure as he’d just given me. And I wanted more than anything in the world to succeed. So I took a page from Duo’s book and stopped thinking, just allowing myself to feel. And the tight heat around my first cautious finger made my whole body respond with a renewed rush of passion. Duo’s soft murmurs of pleasure had me hard as a rock again seconds later. “Ah—yeah,” he groaned breathily. “Keep going, ‘Ro. That’s perfect.” I got a little daring then, wanting to give as much pleasure as I was getting, so I did the same things Duo had done to me…kissing the smooth skin of his chest and stomach…licking and teasing every bit of flesh I could reach, while working the tight muscles with one slick finger. And he responded the way I had, with writhing and moaning and whispered exclamations of ecstasy that excited me even more. I wasn’t sure I’d last long enough to finish what I started; I was that aroused by his reactions to my touch. It was—amazing. By the time a second and then a third finger had joined the first, Duo was panting deliciously, and thrusting back against my hand. His face was flushed, damp with sweat, and his bangs clung to his forehead as he gasped and moaned. And when, at a certain point, I brushed just the right spot, his whole body responded, and he let out a yell of pleasure. “God! Fucking God!” My own breathing was harsh as I anticipated the next move in our passionate dance. And then Duo caught my wrist, looking up with hazy eyes. “You, now. I want you,” he groaned, picking the small tube up from where I’d dropped it on the sheets, and coating his hand before reaching out to massage it onto my aching erection. I’d been so caught up in watching his expressions and listening to his throaty cries that I’d almost forgotten my own rising passion. But the touch of his hand made me gasp in delight. “Holy shit!” He grinned lazily as his fingers stroked and teased. “Y’ready for the best part?” “You’re the best part,” I ground out, closing my eyes and trying not to thrust back against the silky touch of his hand. I didn’t want to lose it again so quickly. He managed a short, breathy laugh, and then let go of my erection, raising a long, slender leg and throwing it over my shoulder. “Just go slow,” he cautioned. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready for more, ‘kay?” I nodded, realizing my hands were shaking as I positioned myself. “Are you sure this won’t hurt you?” “Not much,” he whispered. “An’ it’s worth it. You’ll see.” I eased into him slowly, watching every muscle on his face for the slightest twitch of discomfort or pain; but all I saw was pleasure. In fact, the absolutely rapturous expression on his face had me almost spellbound. He was so beautiful it almost hurt to look at him. God, what did he see in me? It seemed to take forever sliding into that tight heat, especially with my body wanting desperately to just thrust forward and never stop. But I held back, trembling, until I was all the way inside. “God,” I groaned out hoarsely. “I never—. It’s—incredible.” And it was. None of my impassioned dreams of making love to Duo even came close to the real thing. Duo nodded, reaching up to pull my face down to his for a brief, hungry kiss. “Go ahead,” he urged, his lips brushing against mine. “Move. Slow an’ easy.” I pulled nearly all the way out and eased back in, hissing in delight. “Fuck! So good!” Duo gave me a small, warm smile. “Yeah, ‘Ro—you feel great, too.” The next time I thrust in, he rocked his hips back against me in response, and a startled moan escaped my lips. The sensations just got more intense as he met me stroke for stroke, gradually increasing the pace until we were literally pounding against one another. And again I stopped thinking and just felt; I felt the heat of his body under me…around me…and the softness of his skin against mine…the rush of his breath with each impassioned cry…and then all feeling—all sensation—centered on where our bodies were joined. “God, I’m gonna…” I gasped. “Duo—.” Duo’s hand caught one of mine, bringing it to his erection, and I stroked him just the way he’d done to me, feeling a rush of satisfaction as he cried out my name and came hotly across both our stomachs. And as his body tightened around me, I was lost in a haze of pleasure as I made one final thrust and came inside the tight, incredible heat. I know I’m repeating myself—but it was amazing. I’m sure I lost all track of time; it might have been a moment or an eternity. But eventually I came to my senses and found myself breathless…exhausted…sated…and “crazy in love.” My arms were trembling with the effort of holding myself up, but I’d have stayed like that forever just for the sheer pleasure of looking at Duo’s passion-flushed face. “God, you’re so beautiful,” I breathed, simply awed by the moment. He grinned at me, his chest still heaving from exertion, and wisps of hair clinging alluringly to his face. “And you’re fucking perfect,” he breathed, pulling me down for a kiss that was as intense and exhilarating as that first one on the beach had been. We ended up side by side, limbs still entwined, with Duo’s hair draped around us and our faces mere inches apart. Breathless as I was, I couldn’t seem to keep my hands off him, and kept tracing every inch of his skin that I could reach, delighting in the feel of him beneath my fingertips. And by the time my breathing had slowed to normal, I found myself craving another taste of him…another touch…as if I could never get enough. “I want…” “More?” he asked in a lazy, knowing drawl. I nodded. “As soon as I catch my breath.” He gave a soft, husky laugh. “But you keep takin’ mine away,” he protested. “Want it back?” I whispered, brushing my lips over his cheek. “Mm-mm. You keep it. Just give me more of what I just had, an’ I’ll be happy.” “That’ll make two of us.” “You say the sweetest things.” He rolled me onto my back, moving so he was straddling my prone body, the heat of his thighs against mine driving me to distraction. “You wanted to learn everything,” he murmured, leaning in to nibble enticingly at my collar bone. Then he lifted a brief, questioning look to my face. “Everything?” “Yes,” I assured him. “I want you to do to me what I just did to you.” He sucked in a sharp breath and moaned quietly. “God, Heero…you are perfect!” I didn’t agree at all; he was the perfect one. I was just a mixed-up, lovestruck fool, who couldn’t seem to get enough of the lean body above mine. But he gave me as much of it as he could, short of melting the two of us into one being.
“More like a Duo fetish,” I told him bluntly, my fingers curling around his shoulder and caressing the side of his arm. He gave a quiet, rather endearing little skeptical snort. “God only knows why.” I tightened my grip slightly. “What—what happens next?” I felt him draw a deep breath and let out a slow sigh. “Y’mean when the sun comes up and we have to figure out how badly we fucked up our lives?” His choice of words made me frown. “I don’t consider you—this—to be a fuck-up.” “I told you before, this can’t go anywhere,” he said quietly, not looking up at me. “You’re taken.” “No,” I protested quickly. “I mean, I won’t be. I—I just have to figure out how to end it with Relena.” “Well, for starters, you don’t just walk in and tell her you want out of the wedding because you figured out you like men.” “I don’t like ‘men’…I like you!” Duo scowled at me—which was quite adorable in spite of the seriousness of our conversation. “Hey! I resent that implication!” “That’s not what I meant, and you know it. I meant that it’s not just an attraction to males in general. It’s an attraction to you.” That must have been the wrong answer; because Duo pulled away slightly, frowning. “That’s bad, Heero. Because you can’t use me as an excuse to leave Relena.” “Why not?” “I won’t let you.” He turned his face slightly away, as if listening to the distant roar of the surf. “You have to leave Relena for yourself—not me. If you can’t honestly say you’d have left Relena even if you never met me, I can’t let this continue.” He looked up with troubled eyes. “I don’t wanna be your ‘other woman,’ Heero. And I especially don’t want to steal someone else’s lover.” “But—how can I say I would have broken up with Relena? I don’t know what I would have done.” “Would you have married her and lived happily after ever? Because if the answer is yes, you have to let me go,” he said quietly, his voice hoarse with emotion. “I won’t be a homewrecker. I couldn’t handle that, ‘Ro—d’you understand?” “No,” I said frankly. “How can you expect me to know what I’d have done if we never met? That’s not even fair, Duo.” “Life’s not fair; you’re talkin’ to the expert on the subject.” Those indigo eyes looked at me warily; and then Duo reached up to kiss me very, very softly. “Go to sleep, ‘Ro. This isn’t the time to talk about this shit. ‘M tired…an’ so are you.” Tired? Try exhausted. Sated. Aching and spent. “Do you expect me to just leave in the morning and not want this again? Not want you?” “I expect you to shut up an’ let me sleep,” he said dryly, closing those beautiful eyes and snuggling closer, a warm arm sliding across my ribs, eliciting a shiver of pleasure, even though I knew I was far too worn out to even consider more sex right then. “Duo—.” “Shhh.” He drew closer, twining a leg between mine and snuggling his head up under my chin. “Just let me have tonight. Okay? Don’t make me think. Don’t make me worry about tomorrow.” I didn’t want him to worry about anything, ever again. I wanted to tell him I’d never let go of him…that I’d love him and treasure him as long as I lived. Instead, I drifted off to sleep to the sound of the waves, and the steady rhythm of Duo’s breathing.
I started to smile, and then realized that damned phone was still ringing, muffled in the pocket of my pants on the floor. “Fuck.” I glanced at the clock on the night stand and blinked a couple of times to be sure I was reading it right. “Nine-thirty?” “Mm-hmm,” came a sleepy mumble. “Shit!” I sat up sharply, tumbling Duo’s limp form onto the pillow as I scrambled out of bed and groped for the phone. Of course, that lunge from the soft mattress was not without cost, as I also felt the soreness that accompanied a long night of intense sex. “Ow—fuck!” I snarled, finally freeing the phone from my pocket and flipping it open. “Yuy.” “Where the fuck are you?” came Wufei’s livid voice. “I’m about to go into a goddamned meeting you’re supposed to lead, Yuy! What the hell happened to you?” “I—overslept,” I offered weakly. There was a slight pause, and then an exasperated curse in Chinese. “You don’t oversleep, Yuy. You never oversleep!” “Well I did this time!” I snapped defensively. I blinked at the clock again. “The meeting’s at ten. I have half an hour to get there.” “And if you don’t, I’ll personally feed you your liver!” Wufei promised, cutting off the call abruptly. “That went well,” I sighed, closing the phone and looking over my shoulder at Duo. He was propped up on one elbow, his hair a mess and the comforter draped alluringly around his hips and partway up his back. The indigo eyes were half-lidded and sleepy, but he gave an apologetic smile. “I made ya late to work, eh?” “Not your fault,” I assured him, dropping the phone back onto the floor and sliding over next to him. I stopped just short of kissing those perfect, luscious lips. “May I?” He gave me a slightly puzzled look and then an indulgent smirk. “You had your way with me all night. What makes you think I’d turn down a kiss at this point?” “I—wasn’t sure. You might’ve—.” Reconsidered…come to your senses…realized what a cad I am. He leaned in and kissed me very softly. “’Ro—whether I think it was a mistake or not—I wouldn’t deny you a kiss.” “You think last night was a mistake?” He rolled back onto his pillow, looking up at the ceiling. “That depends.” “On what?” “On why you came here in the first place.” “I came to apologize,” I said with a frown. He gave a short laugh. “Hell of an apology, ‘Ro.” I started to open my mouth to argue that I hadn’t intended to tumble into bed with him when I showed up at his door. But a flicker of a scowl crossed his face, and he looked over at the clock. “Aren’t you late for a meeting?” “Fuck.” I sat up sharply. It was already nine-forty. “I-I have to go. But we’ll talk about this later, right?” “Yeah, later,” he said in a preoccupied way that worried me. I crawled over to look down at him. “Duo, I lo—.” He put a firm hand over my mouth, looking up at me sternly. “Just go.” Then he softened the gruff order by moving his hand and pulling me into a deep, ardent kiss. “Drive carefully,” he whispered, pushing me firmly away. I didn’t press the issue. I could tell he had ambivalent feelings about having slept with me. I wasn’t totally dense about these things. I just wasn’t sure if he regretted it because he felt like he’d stolen me from Relena, or if he was having doubts about me. Maybe he’d decided he could do better after all. “Tick-tock,” he muttered, rolling so he was face down on his pillow and stretching languidly, one long-fingered hand gesturing lazily towards the clock. “Shit!” I grabbed my pants again and ran for the bathroom, which was fortunately on the way to the door, else I’d have had to waste precious time asking Duo for directions. When I saw myself in the mirror, I knew it was going to be the longest day of my life. I looked like I’d had a rough night of sex—and I knew I damned well smelled like it. How the fuck was I supposed to hide this from Wufei? I did the best I could, cleaning up as quickly as possible and throwing my pants on. Then I ran back to the bed, leaning to place a kiss on Duo’s cheek and receiving a sleepy smile for my trouble. And after that it was a mad dash down the hall, finding my shirt where I’d dropped it, and my shoes and socks a little further along. I don’t know why I hadn’t just told Wufei I was sick and to cover for me. That just goes to show that love makes your brain shut down. So while I should have been holding on to Duo and reassuring him of my feelings, I was breaking speed limits to get to work. Somehow I just knew I’d live to regret that stupid decision. tbc... |
