Rest of the oneshot...
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When Heero finally let him come up for air, Duo murmured softly, "C'mon. Let's go have that shower you suggested earlier. Then you can have your 'wicked way' with me." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively and grinned in satisfaction as he succeeded in getting a snicker out of Heero.
As they headed down the hall, Heero asked, "Do you really think changing positions would make a difference?"
Duo sighed and admitted, "Probably not if you don't like prostate stimulation. There was a vague mention in passing of the fact that not all guys *do* enjoy it in one of those articles we read last year. I'll have to look it up again to be sure but I don't think there's much we can do to change that. Not if you don't like it at *all*. That's the result of physiology; it's not something that time and experience will change. Sure, ninety percent of sex is mental but that remaining ten percent is kind of important too."
"I'm still - willing..." Heero offered hesitantly. He really thought it was a small price to pay for their relationship. He'd gone through far more unpleasant things for much less worthwhile reasons.
"I know. And if we can find a way to at least make things less *un*pleasant for you, to let you get at least *some* pleasure from the act, then I may take you up on the offer once in a while. *If*," Duo emphasized heavily. "But I enjoy making love in all the ways that we do so it really won't bother me to give up *one* way, Heero." And it wouldn't. Heero had honestly tried and, for reasons beyond his control, simply didn't enjoy it. End of story. There were lots of other things that they could do that they both enjoyed; why get stressed over that one act? He reprimanded gently, "As for you being willing to tough it out - how much do you think I'd actually enjoy taking you now that I know that you *don't* enjoy it?"
Chagrined, Heero flushed. "Sorry..." Sometimes, even after all the years they'd been friends, he forgot that Duo didn't put a price on anything in their relationship. After so many years when *everything* good in his life had a price, when every brief moment of pleasure was balanced by a far greater period of onerous duty, it was hard to completely leave that mindset behind.
"S'okay," Duo said simply, bumping shoulders with Heero companionably. They both had their own baggage to deal with and sometimes it got in the way despite their best efforts. They'd just had to learn to accept that fact and work with it.
"Being uke... really doesn't bother you?" Heero asked cautiously as he stripped and climbed into the shower. After his own first experience, he'd been extremely hesitant to trade places. He'd been afraid that Duo would hate it even more than he had; that they'd finally hit the one thing that they wouldn't be able to adjust to. And by then, he'd already known that no one else would ever fit into his life, balance him, understand him, *complete* him, the way that Duo did.
"No, it doesn't," Duo said firmly. Joining Heero in the shower, he continued, "Heero, I'm more sorry for *your* sake than my own that you don't enjoy prostate stimulation. For me it's - god, that *alone* would make the whole experience worthwhile." He wound his arms around Heero's neck and pressed their bodies together tightly. Huskily, he murmured, "But that's not the only good thing about it... I love feeling you inside me... filling me... part of me..."
Heero closed his arms around Duo and dropped his head to nuzzle Duo's neck, shuddering at the impact of Duo's words. That feeling of *connection* was something that he loved too, though he definitely preferred experiencing it from the other side. "Love you," he groaned against Duo's throat as he nipped and sucked and kissed his way up to Duo's ear.
"Don't m... mark me; got a s... seminar in the m... morning," Duo warned unevenly, tilting his head back to bare his neck. He shivered under the combined onslaught of Heero's hands caressing his back and ass while Heero devoured his neck. "Too d... damn old f... for h... hickeys..." he gasped in protest, clutching at Heero's shoulders as his knees threatened to buckle.
Heero snorted in quiet amusement. "Not *hickeys*," he corrected, nipping gently, "love bites." He latched onto Duo's neck again, ignoring Duo's half-hearted protest - but also moving down closer to Duo's shoulder where a high-necked shirt would hide the mark.
Duo groaned and resigned himself to wearing a turtleneck in the morning. Heero had a real thing about leaving at least one potentially visible love bite on him unless he protested *very* firmly. And most of the time - like now - he couldn't summon up sufficient irritation to do so. "Possessive bastard," he grumbled affectionately. "You just want everyone to know I'm taken."
"Mm-hmm," Heero smirked, admiring the reddening mark with satisfaction.
"Asshole," Duo muttered in mock annoyance. He stretched one arm out and managed to grab the soap. The hot water wouldn't last forever; if they intended to actually wash one another they needed to get at it. A bigger hot water tank was one of the top items on their list of future home improvements. But with only one of them working - the pittance he got for being a Teaching Assistant at the university didn't amount to much - they had to watch their spending pretty closely.
Heero pressed an apologetic kiss to the mark he'd left, the darkness of the mark suddenly seeming more like a bruise than a love bite. "Duo? Do these really bother you?" he asked abruptly. He'd always assumed that Duo would be more insistent or just pull away if he genuinely objected. Had thought that the half-amused protests were just part of their usual teasing... But maybe he was wrong...
Duo shook his head and kissed Heero reassuringly. "No, not really, it's just a little embarrassing when a student or one of the profs stares. I would have made a point of saying something when we *weren't* fooling around, just so there'd be no doubt that I was serious, if it *really* bugged me." He started to wash Heero with tender, caressing strokes. "Heero? While we're on the topic... Do you really mark me to show I'm taken?" he asked curiously. He'd just assumed that was merely part of their kidding around but maybe it wasn't entirely. He *had* remarked to Heero before that a couple of the girls in one of the seminars he was a Teaching Assistant for were very flirty and starting to get on his nerves.
Flushing slightly, Heero admitted, "Maybe. At least in part." It was more complicated than that though; he liked seeing his love marks on Duo and knowing that he'd put them there and that Duo had let him. He grabbed the shampoo and started work on Duo's hair as soon as Duo finished rinsing him off.
"Mmm, that feels good," Duo murmured, practically purring as Heero massaged the shampoo through his hair and right down to his scalp. He spent the rest of their time in the shower enjoying Heero's loving touches and careful cleansing job. In the back of his mind, though, he was thinking about Heero's admission and wondering whether maybe it was time for them to make a more visible acknowledgement of their relationship.
Duo wasn't sure whether he really wanted to bother with a wedding; same sex marriages were only recognized in a handful of countries and on a couple of colonies. And anyway, they'd taken care of the paperwork giving power of attorney and all other legal rights to each other not long after they'd started working for Preventers, years before any thought of something more than friendship ever crossed either of their minds; there was no legal need for a wedding to take care of that detail. But maybe a private exchange of vows and rings wouldn't be a bad idea; Heero seemed to like the idea of a visible sign that they were together and "unavailable" and he wasn't exactly averse to the notion himself. 'Maybe we need to say the words to each other too... We've never really come right out and promised forever even though it's been implicit in the plans we've made for the future...'
Heero turned off the shower and bent to clean the long strands of hair out of the hair trap over the drain while Duo squeegeed the water off of the tile and glass surrounding the shower stall. He stepped out behind Duo and disposed of the hair while Duo rummaged in the cupboard for a towel. As he straightened from the waste basket, Duo surprised him by wrapping his arms around him, swirling the huge bath sheet around them both. Heero sighed contentedly as Duo just laid his head on his shoulder and held him for a while. He leaned his own cheek against Duo's and soaked up the peaceful intimacy of the moment, letting the last of his concern over their sexual relationship drain away. The quiet warmth of their connection reminded him how deeply they were committed to one another as both friends and lovers. Reminded him that he should have known Duo would take any problem in stride. Would accept him unconditionally.
"You know this is forever, don't you?" Duo whispered. "That I love you and want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you?"
"I do." The soft murmur was both acknowledgement and vow. 'No more hiding things. Duo loves me; I love him. Have faith in that and we'll make everything else work out...' He pressed a kiss to Duo's cheek and whispered, "I want to be cleaning your hair out of the drain when it's grey instead of brown and you have to help me straighten back up after bending over that far."
Duo chuckled quietly at the mental image conjured up by Heero's words. "Sure sounds like love to me..." He turned his head to meet Heero's lips with his own in a tender, lingering kiss. Duo laid his head back down on Heero's shoulder again for a few moments before reluctantly drawing away. He hated to break off the embrace but it was sort of a necessity if they ever wanted to get around to the ravishing part of the evening and he was pretty sure that they both still did. Though there certainly had been other evenings when they'd changed their minds before they made it to the bed and had ended up just kissing and caressing and holding one another until they finally fell asleep.
Heero regretfully let Duo pull away and dry them both off. Much as he loved making love with Duo, there were times that just being together - holding and being held - was what he wanted. Needed. Especially when emotions had been running high as they had tonight. Instead of wrestling them under tight control as he'd been trained to, he would let them run their course in the security of Duo's embrace. Duo was the one person in the universe that he *could* let go with; the one person that he trusted enough to drop his guard that completely in the company of.
Tonight... tonight he was torn. Part of him wanted to just spend the evening curled up together with Duo, soaking in the sense of peace and contentment that went along with that. The rest of him... well, *that* was remembering Duo's teasing invitation to have his "wicked way" with him. 'It's early still. There's time for both,' he decided, watching appreciatively as Duo - back muscles rippling, thighs and butt tightening - stretched to drape the damp bath sheet over the top of the shower enclosure.
Duo squawked in startled surprise as he turned from hanging up the towel and was promptly slung over Heero's shoulder. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Yuy?!"
"Having my 'wicked way' with you," Heero deadpanned as he turned towards the door, careful not to let Duo hit anything in the process. He squeezed Duo's ass cheek firmly for emphasis and added, "You have a problem with that?"
"Problem?" Duo repeated. His momentary irritation at the casual manhandling - Heero *knew* that he did not, generally speaking, like being carried - faded. It might be kind of fun once in a *long* while as long as Heero didn't make a habit of it. "Oh no, no problem," he assured, stealing a grope of his own and snickering as Heero's steps faltered for an instant. "In fact, I insist that you carry on..."
"With pleasure," Heero growled as he entered the bedroom. He tossed Duo onto the mattress just hard enough to make him bounce, then pounced, nuzzling Duo's belly and ribs to make him laugh and squirm in "helpless" protest.
Pillows went flying and bedding became rumpled as they tussled playfully, wrestling and groping as they rolled around on the bed. Duo spared a moment of regret that he hadn't had a chance to braid his hair - it was going to be a real bitch to get the tangles out of after this - but he didn't really care. Heero would help with it. And he wasn't about to say anything to break the mood. It had only been over the past couple of months that he'd finally gotten Heero to stop taking sex so damn seriously and have *fun* with it. And it had been even more recently that Heero had stopped trying so damn hard to be gentle all the time.
Convincing Heero that he wouldn't break and that he *would* say something if things got too rough hadn't been easy but Duo had finally persuaded him that the same degree of forcefulness that they'd used in horseplay as best friends was perfectly acceptable now that they were lovers. Not out-and-out rough stuff; pain was *not* a turn-on for either of them. More like - being truly and completely uninhibited. 'It's not that I don't love how gentle and tender he can be because I do. But I also love his strength and power. It's part of who he is; I don't want him to be forced to keep it under such tight control all the time...'
Pinning Duo down with his entire body, Heero looked at his lover's flushed, laughing face and smirked. "Gotcha," he murmured, lowering his head to kiss Duo. Despite their mutual state of arousal, he took his time with the kiss, leisurely exploring the contours of Duo's mouth with deep strokes of his tongue. His fingers released their firm grip that had been holding Duo's wrists outstretched, twining through Duo's fingers instead.
Duo surrendered willingly to Heero's kiss, lovingly caressing his partner's tongue with his own. Time ceased to matter. Hands and lips, teeth and tongues, wandered. But throughout all the wandering, their mouths kept returning to each other time and again. When Heero's weight resting on him finally started to become uncomfortable, Duo rolled them both to their sides without ever breaking their embrace.
Hand gliding over Duo's solid back, Heero was subconsciously aware of the different skin textures he passed over. The faint pucker of scars. A burn here. A bullet wound there. A slash from a knife, a jagged scar from punctured and twisted Gundanium. He knew the story behind each and every mark on Duo's body, from the nail puncture on the sole of one foot - a legacy from Duo's street kid days when going barefoot was more common than not - to the cluster of circular cigarette burns on one shoulderblade - courtesy of an Ozzie interrogation. Just as Duo knew the meaning of every imperfection that marred *his* skin.
Knew, understood, and accepted. Just as they each accepted everything else about each other, both the good and the bad. The things that they loved and the things that aggravated the hell out of them. The endearing quirks and the annoying habits.
Draping one leg over Heero's hip, Duo pulled them closer together. He gave a low moan at the back of his throat as the pleasurable ache in his groin increased at the contact. Heero smothered his answering groan in another kiss, delving deeply into Duo's mouth until the desire to bury another part of himself inside of Duo became too strong to deny any longer. He broke off the kiss. "Love you... Want you..."
"Then take me, lover..." Duo invited huskily, rocking their groins together. Heero groaned and kissed him fiercely then lunged for the lube on the bedside table.
Heero slicked up his fingers hurriedly but thoroughly and shifted to kneel between Duo's spread legs. He stretched Duo as quickly as he dared, backing up to two fingers and adding more lube when three fingers drew a sharp hiss and involuntary tensing from Duo.
Duo drew slow, deep breaths and concentrated on relaxing. After several moments, he met Heero's eyes and told him, "Okay, babe. Try again." This time three fingers were uncomfortable and made the stretched muscle burn a little but didn't actually *hurt*.
Forcing himself to slow down, Heero kept a close eye on Duo's expression while he prepared him. He didn't hit Duo's prostate, not yet. He didn't want the pleasure from it to conceal actual pain. They didn't have enough experience at this yet to be entirely sure of their limits. So far, they'd managed to avoid any tearing and he really didn't want to risk changing that situation by rushing things too much.
Finally, the discomfort faded. "Now," Duo moaned as he rocked against Heero's fingers.
"Sure?" Heero asked even as he started to withdraw his fingers.
"Yes," Duo hissed emphatically. "Want you in me... *Now,*" he demanded.
Heero leaned over and managed to snag the fallen pillows. Hurriedly, he piled them against the headboard and moved to sit leaning back against them. They hadn't tried this position before but it seemed as if it would be less awkward and less taxing on Duo than other face-to-face positions were. They both preferred the intimacy of being face-to-face. Though when he'd been uke, he'd usually managed to get Duo to take him from the back so that he didn't have to worry about controlling his expression to hide his true reactions. He didn't like having to control himself that way around Duo. And even when he *did* try to for some reason, Duo was pretty good at seeing through to the truth.
Heero's actions had puzzled Duo for a moment, then he'd realized what Heero had in mind. Once Heero had settled himself and held out his hands in silent invitation, Duo immediately crawled over to him and carefully settled straddling him. "Slow and careful," Heero warned, putting his hands on Duo's hips to steady him.
"I remember," Duo acknowledged. According to their research, the hazard of this position lay in two things - the initial penetration which was all too easy to rush, possibly causing a tear, and the depth of penetration which could be uncomfortable for beginners. Which was why they'd avoided trying this before. They still weren't exactly vastly experienced but they weren't really beginners anymore either. Reaching down, he held Heero's erection with one hand while he carefully lowered himself onto it. He hissed as the sphincter muscle protested, burning a bit from the stretching. Heero's grip on his hips tightened, reminding him to take things slowly. "S'okay," he assured Heero softly. He was being very careful. Duo wouldn't risk hurting himself; he knew that Heero would blame himself for any injury. Slowly, cautiously, Duo continued to lower himself until Heero was fully sheathed within him. "Oh *god*..." he murmured breathlessly. "Just... gimme a minute..." The penetration was *definitely* deeper. It felt damn good and kind of uncomfortable at the same time. He shifted slightly and froze again, forced to give himself a few more moments to adjust.
Leaning forward, Heero kissed Duo hungrily for long, breathless moments. Duo pressed forward into the kiss, eagerly losing himself in the familiar connection. Distracting himself from the sting and burn, the decidedly odd feeling of being stretched and filled. Letting the kiss's simultaneous hunger and tenderness - the sense of completion and intimacy it gave - distract him from the discomfort and help him relax.
Taking Duo's softening erection in one hand, Heero teased, stroked, pumped until it revived, beginning to firm again. He continued to kiss Duo deeply, both to distract him from the discomfort and to deepen the sense of connection between them. Pulling back from the kiss for a moment, he murmured, "Home. The two of us together, this is *home*." He swooped forward hungrily, parting his lips eagerly to allow entry to Duo's searching tongue. When they had to separate to breathe again, Heero said urgently, "I didn't tell you that I didn't like it because it was worth it for this feeling..."
Duo pulled Heero close to kiss him again. "S'okay, I understand..." he reassured Heero. And he did. This was the ultimate intimacy, the ultimate act of trust and faith and love. Allowing someone inside in every way - body, heart, and soul. The sense of togetherness, of oneness, of *home*, that went with it was something that they both felt and neither wanted to give up. It honestly didn't matter which of them took which role; they were making love together regardless.
Judging that his body had finally adjusted to its fullness, Duo moved tentatively. Heero groaned in response before moving his own hips slowly, slightly, carefully. He wanted to make this last. To draw out the pleasure and sense of connection as long as he possibly could. He raised his knees, shifting his position slightly and giving Duo more support. They moved together, unevenly at first before they found the rhythm and began to move in harmony.
Time stretched. Became malleable.
Hands drifted in tender caresses. Mouths met time and again. Bodies rocked together, slowing or breaking rhythm whenever climax drew too near. Lips murmured soft assurances and endearments. Duo's tangled hair hung around them, damp with the sweat slicking both of their bodies.
Finally, they could no longer stave off the inevitable. Pressure built, their rhythm quickened, and, with an inarticulate cry, Duo surrendered to climax. Duo's inner muscles clenching tightly around him provided the last impetus that Heero needed and he followed with a near-silent gasp as Duo collapsed onto his chest.
Long minutes passed, the only sound their laboured breathing. Hands shakily rubbed arms, thighs, sides, anything they could reach, reassuringly. Duo lifted his head slightly from Heero's shoulder and pressed a kiss to the hollow of Heero's collarbone. Heero kissed Duo's temple in response.
Eventually, reluctantly, Duo lifted himself, feeling Heero's cock slip gently out of him. Softly and with a certain amount of amusement, he murmured, "Shower?" as he moved away.
"Bath," Heero corrected. "Hot." Soaking in a nice hot bath would help keep Duo's muscles from being as sore in the morning.
"Okay," Duo agreed, acknowledging the wisdom of the change. A warm soak tonight might make the difference between a pleasant ache and being too sore to sit comfortably in the morning.
"Go ahead, I'll be there in a minute," Heero urged, leaning over to kiss Duo gently. Duo nodded his acceptance and headed for the bathroom, knowing that Heero intended to strip the bed before joining him. After they cleaned up, they would remake it with the fresh set of bedding that he'd set out earlier.
They didn't always shower or bathe and change the bedding after making love but when they got as sweaty and sticky as they had tonight, they preferred to do so. Plus the roughhousing they'd done earlier had left the bed disordered and wrinkly. 'And I am *not* sleeping with my hair soaked with sweat and semen,' Duo added silently as he adjusted the temperature of the water filling the tub. Stiff, crunchy hair was *not* on his list of things he enjoyed waking up to.
Heero efficiently stripped the bed, rolling the soiled bedding into a tidy bundle. He dropped it into the hamper as he entered the bathroom. Together, he and Duo climbed into the still-filling tub. Duo sat in the vee of Heero's legs, his knees drawn up to fit the tub's length. He leaned forward, ducking his head under the water to wet his hair, then sat up again. Heero worked shampoo through Duo's hair, lathering it thoroughly. He paused for a moment as Duo shifted to reach the tap, shutting off the water before the tub overflowed.
Duo made a contented sound as Heero resumed work on his hair. They didn't talk, just soaked in the warmth of the hot bath and the continued intimacy. Sudsy hair draping over his shoulder signalled Duo that it was time to dunk his head and rinse. He let some of the water out and added more hot before Heero applied the conditioner to his hair. When the slimy strands were draped over his shoulder again, he leaned back against Heero to wait while the conditioner did its job.
Twining his fingers through Duo's, Heero squeezed gently. The answering pressure was all the response that he received. The only one that he needed. The silence surrounding them was a comfortable, companionable one that neither of them felt any urge to break. Heero waited a full ten minutes - being shampooed twice in one day would really strip Duo's hair - before reluctantly murmuring, "Time." Duo sighed softly as he moved away and dunked his head to rinse out the conditioner.
Climbing out of the tub, Heero had a towel ready and waiting when Duo joined him. He wrapped Duo's hair in another one before briskly drying himself with the still-damp towel from their earlier shower. While Duo was towel-drying his hair, Heero returned to the bedroom and remade the bed.
Once the worst of the moisture was out of his hair, Duo gathered up his brush and went back to the bedroom. The bed was freshly made, the covers turned back, and Heero was already sitting against the headboard waiting for him. He surrendered the brush to Heero's extended hand and settled himself between Heero's legs. Heero carefully worked the tangles out of Duo's hair, brushing it until it hung in a shimmering veil. He braided it securely and fastened the end with an elastic taken from the handle of the brush before laying the brush on Duo's lap.
Duo moved to put the brush on the nightstand, conscious of Heero moving the pillows and lying down behind him. He turned off the light and curled up next to Heero, pulling the covers up as he did so. Settling on his side, face-to-face with Heero, Duo kissed him tenderly. "Happy one-year anniversary, buddy," he murmured.
Heero brushed the back of his fingers gently across Duo's cheek. "Happy anniversary," he responded softly. "The first of many..."
"Mmm..." Duo agreed as Heero kissed him again, long and loving. When he finally had a chance to speak again, he decided that it was an appropriate opportunity to mention the idea he'd had earlier. "We've never talked about it before but I was wondering whether maybe we should get rings?"
"Rings..." Heero repeated, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I think that's a good idea... You're done shortly after noon tomorrow. You could meet me after work and we could go look at some..." He liked the idea that they would be wearing a tangible symbol of their commitment.
"Sure," Duo agreed, a bit startled by how quickly Heero wanted to pursue the idea. 'Glad I thought of it; it obviously *does* appeal to him...' "Did you want anything more? A ceremony, I mean? I don't mind if you do..."
Heero thought about it for a moment, then shook his head slightly. "Not unless you want one. Our friends all know we're together and the legalities are all in order already. And *we* know that we're committed to each other; we don't need some governmental rubber stamp to prove it."
"That's pretty much how I feel too."
"Just the rings then."
"Mmm-hmm..." Duo snuggled closer to Heero, one leg sliding between Heero's. Heero draped an arm over him and tipped his head so that their foreheads touched. Breath mingling, bodies entwined, they both relaxed and slowly drifted off to sleep, content, secure, and, above all, at home...
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Hopefully I'll get back to "Kindergarten Heero" shortly but the DVD player was in use and I need to rewatch a few scenes of "Kindergarten Cop" before I have anything ready for posting...
When Heero finally let him come up for air, Duo murmured softly, "C'mon. Let's go have that shower you suggested earlier. Then you can have your 'wicked way' with me." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively and grinned in satisfaction as he succeeded in getting a snicker out of Heero.
As they headed down the hall, Heero asked, "Do you really think changing positions would make a difference?"
Duo sighed and admitted, "Probably not if you don't like prostate stimulation. There was a vague mention in passing of the fact that not all guys *do* enjoy it in one of those articles we read last year. I'll have to look it up again to be sure but I don't think there's much we can do to change that. Not if you don't like it at *all*. That's the result of physiology; it's not something that time and experience will change. Sure, ninety percent of sex is mental but that remaining ten percent is kind of important too."
"I'm still - willing..." Heero offered hesitantly. He really thought it was a small price to pay for their relationship. He'd gone through far more unpleasant things for much less worthwhile reasons.
"I know. And if we can find a way to at least make things less *un*pleasant for you, to let you get at least *some* pleasure from the act, then I may take you up on the offer once in a while. *If*," Duo emphasized heavily. "But I enjoy making love in all the ways that we do so it really won't bother me to give up *one* way, Heero." And it wouldn't. Heero had honestly tried and, for reasons beyond his control, simply didn't enjoy it. End of story. There were lots of other things that they could do that they both enjoyed; why get stressed over that one act? He reprimanded gently, "As for you being willing to tough it out - how much do you think I'd actually enjoy taking you now that I know that you *don't* enjoy it?"
Chagrined, Heero flushed. "Sorry..." Sometimes, even after all the years they'd been friends, he forgot that Duo didn't put a price on anything in their relationship. After so many years when *everything* good in his life had a price, when every brief moment of pleasure was balanced by a far greater period of onerous duty, it was hard to completely leave that mindset behind.
"S'okay," Duo said simply, bumping shoulders with Heero companionably. They both had their own baggage to deal with and sometimes it got in the way despite their best efforts. They'd just had to learn to accept that fact and work with it.
"Being uke... really doesn't bother you?" Heero asked cautiously as he stripped and climbed into the shower. After his own first experience, he'd been extremely hesitant to trade places. He'd been afraid that Duo would hate it even more than he had; that they'd finally hit the one thing that they wouldn't be able to adjust to. And by then, he'd already known that no one else would ever fit into his life, balance him, understand him, *complete* him, the way that Duo did.
"No, it doesn't," Duo said firmly. Joining Heero in the shower, he continued, "Heero, I'm more sorry for *your* sake than my own that you don't enjoy prostate stimulation. For me it's - god, that *alone* would make the whole experience worthwhile." He wound his arms around Heero's neck and pressed their bodies together tightly. Huskily, he murmured, "But that's not the only good thing about it... I love feeling you inside me... filling me... part of me..."
Heero closed his arms around Duo and dropped his head to nuzzle Duo's neck, shuddering at the impact of Duo's words. That feeling of *connection* was something that he loved too, though he definitely preferred experiencing it from the other side. "Love you," he groaned against Duo's throat as he nipped and sucked and kissed his way up to Duo's ear.
"Don't m... mark me; got a s... seminar in the m... morning," Duo warned unevenly, tilting his head back to bare his neck. He shivered under the combined onslaught of Heero's hands caressing his back and ass while Heero devoured his neck. "Too d... damn old f... for h... hickeys..." he gasped in protest, clutching at Heero's shoulders as his knees threatened to buckle.
Heero snorted in quiet amusement. "Not *hickeys*," he corrected, nipping gently, "love bites." He latched onto Duo's neck again, ignoring Duo's half-hearted protest - but also moving down closer to Duo's shoulder where a high-necked shirt would hide the mark.
Duo groaned and resigned himself to wearing a turtleneck in the morning. Heero had a real thing about leaving at least one potentially visible love bite on him unless he protested *very* firmly. And most of the time - like now - he couldn't summon up sufficient irritation to do so. "Possessive bastard," he grumbled affectionately. "You just want everyone to know I'm taken."
"Mm-hmm," Heero smirked, admiring the reddening mark with satisfaction.
"Asshole," Duo muttered in mock annoyance. He stretched one arm out and managed to grab the soap. The hot water wouldn't last forever; if they intended to actually wash one another they needed to get at it. A bigger hot water tank was one of the top items on their list of future home improvements. But with only one of them working - the pittance he got for being a Teaching Assistant at the university didn't amount to much - they had to watch their spending pretty closely.
Heero pressed an apologetic kiss to the mark he'd left, the darkness of the mark suddenly seeming more like a bruise than a love bite. "Duo? Do these really bother you?" he asked abruptly. He'd always assumed that Duo would be more insistent or just pull away if he genuinely objected. Had thought that the half-amused protests were just part of their usual teasing... But maybe he was wrong...
Duo shook his head and kissed Heero reassuringly. "No, not really, it's just a little embarrassing when a student or one of the profs stares. I would have made a point of saying something when we *weren't* fooling around, just so there'd be no doubt that I was serious, if it *really* bugged me." He started to wash Heero with tender, caressing strokes. "Heero? While we're on the topic... Do you really mark me to show I'm taken?" he asked curiously. He'd just assumed that was merely part of their kidding around but maybe it wasn't entirely. He *had* remarked to Heero before that a couple of the girls in one of the seminars he was a Teaching Assistant for were very flirty and starting to get on his nerves.
Flushing slightly, Heero admitted, "Maybe. At least in part." It was more complicated than that though; he liked seeing his love marks on Duo and knowing that he'd put them there and that Duo had let him. He grabbed the shampoo and started work on Duo's hair as soon as Duo finished rinsing him off.
"Mmm, that feels good," Duo murmured, practically purring as Heero massaged the shampoo through his hair and right down to his scalp. He spent the rest of their time in the shower enjoying Heero's loving touches and careful cleansing job. In the back of his mind, though, he was thinking about Heero's admission and wondering whether maybe it was time for them to make a more visible acknowledgement of their relationship.
Duo wasn't sure whether he really wanted to bother with a wedding; same sex marriages were only recognized in a handful of countries and on a couple of colonies. And anyway, they'd taken care of the paperwork giving power of attorney and all other legal rights to each other not long after they'd started working for Preventers, years before any thought of something more than friendship ever crossed either of their minds; there was no legal need for a wedding to take care of that detail. But maybe a private exchange of vows and rings wouldn't be a bad idea; Heero seemed to like the idea of a visible sign that they were together and "unavailable" and he wasn't exactly averse to the notion himself. 'Maybe we need to say the words to each other too... We've never really come right out and promised forever even though it's been implicit in the plans we've made for the future...'
Heero turned off the shower and bent to clean the long strands of hair out of the hair trap over the drain while Duo squeegeed the water off of the tile and glass surrounding the shower stall. He stepped out behind Duo and disposed of the hair while Duo rummaged in the cupboard for a towel. As he straightened from the waste basket, Duo surprised him by wrapping his arms around him, swirling the huge bath sheet around them both. Heero sighed contentedly as Duo just laid his head on his shoulder and held him for a while. He leaned his own cheek against Duo's and soaked up the peaceful intimacy of the moment, letting the last of his concern over their sexual relationship drain away. The quiet warmth of their connection reminded him how deeply they were committed to one another as both friends and lovers. Reminded him that he should have known Duo would take any problem in stride. Would accept him unconditionally.
"You know this is forever, don't you?" Duo whispered. "That I love you and want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you?"
"I do." The soft murmur was both acknowledgement and vow. 'No more hiding things. Duo loves me; I love him. Have faith in that and we'll make everything else work out...' He pressed a kiss to Duo's cheek and whispered, "I want to be cleaning your hair out of the drain when it's grey instead of brown and you have to help me straighten back up after bending over that far."
Duo chuckled quietly at the mental image conjured up by Heero's words. "Sure sounds like love to me..." He turned his head to meet Heero's lips with his own in a tender, lingering kiss. Duo laid his head back down on Heero's shoulder again for a few moments before reluctantly drawing away. He hated to break off the embrace but it was sort of a necessity if they ever wanted to get around to the ravishing part of the evening and he was pretty sure that they both still did. Though there certainly had been other evenings when they'd changed their minds before they made it to the bed and had ended up just kissing and caressing and holding one another until they finally fell asleep.
Heero regretfully let Duo pull away and dry them both off. Much as he loved making love with Duo, there were times that just being together - holding and being held - was what he wanted. Needed. Especially when emotions had been running high as they had tonight. Instead of wrestling them under tight control as he'd been trained to, he would let them run their course in the security of Duo's embrace. Duo was the one person in the universe that he *could* let go with; the one person that he trusted enough to drop his guard that completely in the company of.
Tonight... tonight he was torn. Part of him wanted to just spend the evening curled up together with Duo, soaking in the sense of peace and contentment that went along with that. The rest of him... well, *that* was remembering Duo's teasing invitation to have his "wicked way" with him. 'It's early still. There's time for both,' he decided, watching appreciatively as Duo - back muscles rippling, thighs and butt tightening - stretched to drape the damp bath sheet over the top of the shower enclosure.
Duo squawked in startled surprise as he turned from hanging up the towel and was promptly slung over Heero's shoulder. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Yuy?!"
"Having my 'wicked way' with you," Heero deadpanned as he turned towards the door, careful not to let Duo hit anything in the process. He squeezed Duo's ass cheek firmly for emphasis and added, "You have a problem with that?"
"Problem?" Duo repeated. His momentary irritation at the casual manhandling - Heero *knew* that he did not, generally speaking, like being carried - faded. It might be kind of fun once in a *long* while as long as Heero didn't make a habit of it. "Oh no, no problem," he assured, stealing a grope of his own and snickering as Heero's steps faltered for an instant. "In fact, I insist that you carry on..."
"With pleasure," Heero growled as he entered the bedroom. He tossed Duo onto the mattress just hard enough to make him bounce, then pounced, nuzzling Duo's belly and ribs to make him laugh and squirm in "helpless" protest.
Pillows went flying and bedding became rumpled as they tussled playfully, wrestling and groping as they rolled around on the bed. Duo spared a moment of regret that he hadn't had a chance to braid his hair - it was going to be a real bitch to get the tangles out of after this - but he didn't really care. Heero would help with it. And he wasn't about to say anything to break the mood. It had only been over the past couple of months that he'd finally gotten Heero to stop taking sex so damn seriously and have *fun* with it. And it had been even more recently that Heero had stopped trying so damn hard to be gentle all the time.
Convincing Heero that he wouldn't break and that he *would* say something if things got too rough hadn't been easy but Duo had finally persuaded him that the same degree of forcefulness that they'd used in horseplay as best friends was perfectly acceptable now that they were lovers. Not out-and-out rough stuff; pain was *not* a turn-on for either of them. More like - being truly and completely uninhibited. 'It's not that I don't love how gentle and tender he can be because I do. But I also love his strength and power. It's part of who he is; I don't want him to be forced to keep it under such tight control all the time...'
Pinning Duo down with his entire body, Heero looked at his lover's flushed, laughing face and smirked. "Gotcha," he murmured, lowering his head to kiss Duo. Despite their mutual state of arousal, he took his time with the kiss, leisurely exploring the contours of Duo's mouth with deep strokes of his tongue. His fingers released their firm grip that had been holding Duo's wrists outstretched, twining through Duo's fingers instead.
Duo surrendered willingly to Heero's kiss, lovingly caressing his partner's tongue with his own. Time ceased to matter. Hands and lips, teeth and tongues, wandered. But throughout all the wandering, their mouths kept returning to each other time and again. When Heero's weight resting on him finally started to become uncomfortable, Duo rolled them both to their sides without ever breaking their embrace.
Hand gliding over Duo's solid back, Heero was subconsciously aware of the different skin textures he passed over. The faint pucker of scars. A burn here. A bullet wound there. A slash from a knife, a jagged scar from punctured and twisted Gundanium. He knew the story behind each and every mark on Duo's body, from the nail puncture on the sole of one foot - a legacy from Duo's street kid days when going barefoot was more common than not - to the cluster of circular cigarette burns on one shoulderblade - courtesy of an Ozzie interrogation. Just as Duo knew the meaning of every imperfection that marred *his* skin.
Knew, understood, and accepted. Just as they each accepted everything else about each other, both the good and the bad. The things that they loved and the things that aggravated the hell out of them. The endearing quirks and the annoying habits.
Draping one leg over Heero's hip, Duo pulled them closer together. He gave a low moan at the back of his throat as the pleasurable ache in his groin increased at the contact. Heero smothered his answering groan in another kiss, delving deeply into Duo's mouth until the desire to bury another part of himself inside of Duo became too strong to deny any longer. He broke off the kiss. "Love you... Want you..."
"Then take me, lover..." Duo invited huskily, rocking their groins together. Heero groaned and kissed him fiercely then lunged for the lube on the bedside table.
Heero slicked up his fingers hurriedly but thoroughly and shifted to kneel between Duo's spread legs. He stretched Duo as quickly as he dared, backing up to two fingers and adding more lube when three fingers drew a sharp hiss and involuntary tensing from Duo.
Duo drew slow, deep breaths and concentrated on relaxing. After several moments, he met Heero's eyes and told him, "Okay, babe. Try again." This time three fingers were uncomfortable and made the stretched muscle burn a little but didn't actually *hurt*.
Forcing himself to slow down, Heero kept a close eye on Duo's expression while he prepared him. He didn't hit Duo's prostate, not yet. He didn't want the pleasure from it to conceal actual pain. They didn't have enough experience at this yet to be entirely sure of their limits. So far, they'd managed to avoid any tearing and he really didn't want to risk changing that situation by rushing things too much.
Finally, the discomfort faded. "Now," Duo moaned as he rocked against Heero's fingers.
"Sure?" Heero asked even as he started to withdraw his fingers.
"Yes," Duo hissed emphatically. "Want you in me... *Now,*" he demanded.
Heero leaned over and managed to snag the fallen pillows. Hurriedly, he piled them against the headboard and moved to sit leaning back against them. They hadn't tried this position before but it seemed as if it would be less awkward and less taxing on Duo than other face-to-face positions were. They both preferred the intimacy of being face-to-face. Though when he'd been uke, he'd usually managed to get Duo to take him from the back so that he didn't have to worry about controlling his expression to hide his true reactions. He didn't like having to control himself that way around Duo. And even when he *did* try to for some reason, Duo was pretty good at seeing through to the truth.
Heero's actions had puzzled Duo for a moment, then he'd realized what Heero had in mind. Once Heero had settled himself and held out his hands in silent invitation, Duo immediately crawled over to him and carefully settled straddling him. "Slow and careful," Heero warned, putting his hands on Duo's hips to steady him.
"I remember," Duo acknowledged. According to their research, the hazard of this position lay in two things - the initial penetration which was all too easy to rush, possibly causing a tear, and the depth of penetration which could be uncomfortable for beginners. Which was why they'd avoided trying this before. They still weren't exactly vastly experienced but they weren't really beginners anymore either. Reaching down, he held Heero's erection with one hand while he carefully lowered himself onto it. He hissed as the sphincter muscle protested, burning a bit from the stretching. Heero's grip on his hips tightened, reminding him to take things slowly. "S'okay," he assured Heero softly. He was being very careful. Duo wouldn't risk hurting himself; he knew that Heero would blame himself for any injury. Slowly, cautiously, Duo continued to lower himself until Heero was fully sheathed within him. "Oh *god*..." he murmured breathlessly. "Just... gimme a minute..." The penetration was *definitely* deeper. It felt damn good and kind of uncomfortable at the same time. He shifted slightly and froze again, forced to give himself a few more moments to adjust.
Leaning forward, Heero kissed Duo hungrily for long, breathless moments. Duo pressed forward into the kiss, eagerly losing himself in the familiar connection. Distracting himself from the sting and burn, the decidedly odd feeling of being stretched and filled. Letting the kiss's simultaneous hunger and tenderness - the sense of completion and intimacy it gave - distract him from the discomfort and help him relax.
Taking Duo's softening erection in one hand, Heero teased, stroked, pumped until it revived, beginning to firm again. He continued to kiss Duo deeply, both to distract him from the discomfort and to deepen the sense of connection between them. Pulling back from the kiss for a moment, he murmured, "Home. The two of us together, this is *home*." He swooped forward hungrily, parting his lips eagerly to allow entry to Duo's searching tongue. When they had to separate to breathe again, Heero said urgently, "I didn't tell you that I didn't like it because it was worth it for this feeling..."
Duo pulled Heero close to kiss him again. "S'okay, I understand..." he reassured Heero. And he did. This was the ultimate intimacy, the ultimate act of trust and faith and love. Allowing someone inside in every way - body, heart, and soul. The sense of togetherness, of oneness, of *home*, that went with it was something that they both felt and neither wanted to give up. It honestly didn't matter which of them took which role; they were making love together regardless.
Judging that his body had finally adjusted to its fullness, Duo moved tentatively. Heero groaned in response before moving his own hips slowly, slightly, carefully. He wanted to make this last. To draw out the pleasure and sense of connection as long as he possibly could. He raised his knees, shifting his position slightly and giving Duo more support. They moved together, unevenly at first before they found the rhythm and began to move in harmony.
Time stretched. Became malleable.
Hands drifted in tender caresses. Mouths met time and again. Bodies rocked together, slowing or breaking rhythm whenever climax drew too near. Lips murmured soft assurances and endearments. Duo's tangled hair hung around them, damp with the sweat slicking both of their bodies.
Finally, they could no longer stave off the inevitable. Pressure built, their rhythm quickened, and, with an inarticulate cry, Duo surrendered to climax. Duo's inner muscles clenching tightly around him provided the last impetus that Heero needed and he followed with a near-silent gasp as Duo collapsed onto his chest.
Long minutes passed, the only sound their laboured breathing. Hands shakily rubbed arms, thighs, sides, anything they could reach, reassuringly. Duo lifted his head slightly from Heero's shoulder and pressed a kiss to the hollow of Heero's collarbone. Heero kissed Duo's temple in response.
Eventually, reluctantly, Duo lifted himself, feeling Heero's cock slip gently out of him. Softly and with a certain amount of amusement, he murmured, "Shower?" as he moved away.
"Bath," Heero corrected. "Hot." Soaking in a nice hot bath would help keep Duo's muscles from being as sore in the morning.
"Okay," Duo agreed, acknowledging the wisdom of the change. A warm soak tonight might make the difference between a pleasant ache and being too sore to sit comfortably in the morning.
"Go ahead, I'll be there in a minute," Heero urged, leaning over to kiss Duo gently. Duo nodded his acceptance and headed for the bathroom, knowing that Heero intended to strip the bed before joining him. After they cleaned up, they would remake it with the fresh set of bedding that he'd set out earlier.
They didn't always shower or bathe and change the bedding after making love but when they got as sweaty and sticky as they had tonight, they preferred to do so. Plus the roughhousing they'd done earlier had left the bed disordered and wrinkly. 'And I am *not* sleeping with my hair soaked with sweat and semen,' Duo added silently as he adjusted the temperature of the water filling the tub. Stiff, crunchy hair was *not* on his list of things he enjoyed waking up to.
Heero efficiently stripped the bed, rolling the soiled bedding into a tidy bundle. He dropped it into the hamper as he entered the bathroom. Together, he and Duo climbed into the still-filling tub. Duo sat in the vee of Heero's legs, his knees drawn up to fit the tub's length. He leaned forward, ducking his head under the water to wet his hair, then sat up again. Heero worked shampoo through Duo's hair, lathering it thoroughly. He paused for a moment as Duo shifted to reach the tap, shutting off the water before the tub overflowed.
Duo made a contented sound as Heero resumed work on his hair. They didn't talk, just soaked in the warmth of the hot bath and the continued intimacy. Sudsy hair draping over his shoulder signalled Duo that it was time to dunk his head and rinse. He let some of the water out and added more hot before Heero applied the conditioner to his hair. When the slimy strands were draped over his shoulder again, he leaned back against Heero to wait while the conditioner did its job.
Twining his fingers through Duo's, Heero squeezed gently. The answering pressure was all the response that he received. The only one that he needed. The silence surrounding them was a comfortable, companionable one that neither of them felt any urge to break. Heero waited a full ten minutes - being shampooed twice in one day would really strip Duo's hair - before reluctantly murmuring, "Time." Duo sighed softly as he moved away and dunked his head to rinse out the conditioner.
Climbing out of the tub, Heero had a towel ready and waiting when Duo joined him. He wrapped Duo's hair in another one before briskly drying himself with the still-damp towel from their earlier shower. While Duo was towel-drying his hair, Heero returned to the bedroom and remade the bed.
Once the worst of the moisture was out of his hair, Duo gathered up his brush and went back to the bedroom. The bed was freshly made, the covers turned back, and Heero was already sitting against the headboard waiting for him. He surrendered the brush to Heero's extended hand and settled himself between Heero's legs. Heero carefully worked the tangles out of Duo's hair, brushing it until it hung in a shimmering veil. He braided it securely and fastened the end with an elastic taken from the handle of the brush before laying the brush on Duo's lap.
Duo moved to put the brush on the nightstand, conscious of Heero moving the pillows and lying down behind him. He turned off the light and curled up next to Heero, pulling the covers up as he did so. Settling on his side, face-to-face with Heero, Duo kissed him tenderly. "Happy one-year anniversary, buddy," he murmured.
Heero brushed the back of his fingers gently across Duo's cheek. "Happy anniversary," he responded softly. "The first of many..."
"Mmm..." Duo agreed as Heero kissed him again, long and loving. When he finally had a chance to speak again, he decided that it was an appropriate opportunity to mention the idea he'd had earlier. "We've never talked about it before but I was wondering whether maybe we should get rings?"
"Rings..." Heero repeated, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I think that's a good idea... You're done shortly after noon tomorrow. You could meet me after work and we could go look at some..." He liked the idea that they would be wearing a tangible symbol of their commitment.
"Sure," Duo agreed, a bit startled by how quickly Heero wanted to pursue the idea. 'Glad I thought of it; it obviously *does* appeal to him...' "Did you want anything more? A ceremony, I mean? I don't mind if you do..."
Heero thought about it for a moment, then shook his head slightly. "Not unless you want one. Our friends all know we're together and the legalities are all in order already. And *we* know that we're committed to each other; we don't need some governmental rubber stamp to prove it."
"That's pretty much how I feel too."
"Just the rings then."
"Mmm-hmm..." Duo snuggled closer to Heero, one leg sliding between Heero's. Heero draped an arm over him and tipped his head so that their foreheads touched. Breath mingling, bodies entwined, they both relaxed and slowly drifted off to sleep, content, secure, and, above all, at home...
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Hopefully I'll get back to "Kindergarten Heero" shortly but the DVD player was in use and I need to rewatch a few scenes of "Kindergarten Cop" before I have anything ready for posting...
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Date: 2003-12-22 04:12 am (UTC)How refreshing to read a story where the boys fall in love slowly, and take their time to let their relationship grow, rather than falling into bed together, having mind-blowing, perfect sex every time, and pledging their eternal love to one another at fifteen years old! This was WONDERFUL!! I enjoyed every bit of it!! Wonderfully written, so well thought out, just beautifully romantic! LOVE it!!
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Date: 2003-12-29 05:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-22 07:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-29 05:48 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed it!
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Date: 2003-12-22 01:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-29 05:51 pm (UTC)wow
Date: 2003-12-29 07:07 am (UTC)and awsome work on not making a thing about sex but about true love.
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Date: 2003-12-29 05:50 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed it!
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Date: 2003-12-29 02:30 pm (UTC)*snicker*
You ok, sugah? This is a long stetch of silence! O.O
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Date: 2003-12-29 05:53 pm (UTC)Calic0cat are you out there?
Date: 2003-12-29 03:31 pm (UTC)Re: Calic0cat are you out there?
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Date: 2004-01-01 10:47 am (UTC)I could go on and on about all the reasons I liked this. In fact, I rec'd it in my LJ this morning. I thought it was a very well conceived and well written idea, and it makes me so happy that someone wrote the guys like this. It was a pleasure to read.
I'd really love to archive this in my lemon archive. It's too good a story not to promote at my site. Please?
Just when I thought your contest story for Zania was your best work, you came out with what you wrote for mine. And just when I think that's your best, you come out with this. How will you surprise me next? I can't wait to find out!
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Date: 2004-01-02 05:10 am (UTC)Thanks for the rec and I'm pleased that you enjoyed the story so much. Of course you may archive it!
As for what's yet to come - well, there's a few things in the works... Not sure whether any of them will be quite up to the this one and the other two you mentioned, but we'll see...
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Date: 2004-01-02 04:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-02 05:19 am (UTC)*hugs* That doesn't sound very good - I hope things are getting better!
I'm glad you enjoyed the story. It was an interesting idea that I couldn't resist exploring. It turned out better than I'd hoped and I've been pleasantly surprised by how much people have liked it.
Hopefully, there'll be more out from me before the end of the weekend... *crosses fingers* Now that the holiday parties and so on are out of the way...
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Date: 2004-01-02 05:28 am (UTC)