Author's notes: I wrote this with 'Kitto OK' playing in the background, so my mind is kinda occupied (but pleasantly so). ^^;
CHAPTER NOTE: LEMONY LIME!!!
Itooshi Hito No Tameni Part 8
Two of Heero's advisors stood at the foot of their emperor's platform in confusion. The EMPTY platform.
"I do not understand," Quatre whispered to his lover. "Heero-sama is never late for morning audience."
Beside him, Trowa shrugged in response, one visible eye narrowed in thought.
After another ten minutes of muted waiting, he announced to the rest of the men, "Quatre and I are going to see what's wrong."
With that, the two head advisors strode out of the room.
~*~
Even in his sleep, Heero was deliciously aware of the scent of lilac under his nose, and of the slender body in his arms. They seemed to drive away all unpleasant dreams.
"Heika, heika!"
Strange, that didn't sound like Duo... Too high in pitch.
"Heero-sama, wake up."
Oh, Trowa and Quatre.
Slowly, one cobalt-blue eye opened, then another. Heero did not look happy.
"What do you want?" he grouched.
The two advisors exchanged glances, and Trowa said cautiously, "It is well past the eighth hour, Your Majesty."
"...Oh."
The two visitors seemed to understand the 'get out' undertones and backed away.
Sighing, Heero sat up, careful not to disturb the purring kitten[1] beside him. Lightly, almost tenderly, his finger traced one delicately curved brow and lower, down the side of the heart-shaped face to the full lips parted in blissful slumber.
Lovely.
Using his whole hand now, he continued his exploration of the boy beneath him. Last night he'd been to anxious in possessing Duo he hadn't really the chance of enjoying him.
But now that the exquisite body was all his and only his, there was plenty of time to take advantage of every inch of it.
Throat, chest, and lower yet to the flat belly--everything. When Heero looked up, he saw that two soul-searing violet eyes were fixed on his hand with curiosity.
Duo had the most shockingly beautiful eyes.
"Ohayo," he muttered.
"Good morning," the long-haired boy greeted back, voice softer than usual and cheeks a faint crimson.
Duo sounded unsure, bewildered, lost even.
Very amusing.
Heero brushed that tempting mouth with his lips. It couldn't count as a kiss, but it didn't really matter because Duo relaxed and gave a tiny smile anyway.
Heero, being one to take advantage of opportunities when they presented themselves, now took time to admire the view his concubine made. Long chestnut silk tumbled across the mattress in rich masses. His pale skin was of delightful contrast with the dark sheets.
And he was completely bared.
Duo made a move to sit up, but winced, hand instinctively going to the source of the pain: his rear.
Heero frowned. He was a lot rougher than he'd intended to be the night before. He laid back against the pillows, pulling his lover closer until the chestnut-topped head rested on his chest.
"Gomen," he apologized quietly.
"Daijoubu," Duo breathed in reply.
Heero pushed him away to kiss him, demanding but gentle, tongue seeking entrance and hand rubbing up Duo's side then down again, each time higher than the last. The full lips parted in a sigh.
Suddenly he didn't hurt anymore.
A pleasured shiver worked its way through the slim body and Duo began to squirm when the callused thumb teased one of his nipples. He pulled his mouth from that of his Lord to groan and plead for more.
Heero's strong arms held him tight, held him secure as he writhed helplessly in the circle of his embrace.
"God...!" Duo moaned when firm lips fasted on his right nipple and fingers worked the left until they were painfully sensitive. Heero was suddenly gone, leaving him dazed and in want of more of the same treatment.
Duo looked down the length of his body and saw his lover smirking just over his hardening member. He gasped and arched almost completely off the bed when a hot mouth engulfed his whole head, crying out loudly and hips thrusting upwards.
"Heero!! K'so...!"
Duo wasn't sure what he said after that, but he did know that he talked a lot in a begging tone. With the sensation of Heero's hard sucking, he came quickly, spilling himself into his superior's mouth.
The emperor took in every last drop of his concubine's essence, closing his eyes to savor the bitter-sweet taste. Then, with one last lick at the slit of the softening shaft, he rose from his crouch to settle once more beside his contented lover.
Duo sagged against the cushions on the now rumpled bed. He was tired but still responded to the kisses Heero placed on his lips, tasting himself. The flavor surprised him, but he was too satisfied to do anything about it.
Heero stroked the silky hair, mind going hazy. He was just about to fall asleep again when he remembered.
Upon hearing his lover's agonized groan, Duo looked at him. "What's wrong?"
"I think I just completely missed morning audience."
The former prince stiffed a giggle. "They always say the same things over and over again when I attend them. That's why I try to get out of it whenever I can."
Heero snorted. "That's the case with me as well--Trowa and Quatre are the only ones that don't give me the same information again and again. But unlike you, I can't escape it."
Duo opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by voices on the other side of the bed curtains.
"Heika-sama, what's the matter?"
"We heard from Trowa-sama that weren't feeling well."
"Are you ill, Your Majesty?"
"Shall I fetch a doctor?"
There were eight voices talking at the same time, minus Trowa and Quatre.
Heero was barely able to clamp down on the urge to call for an executioner.
TBC...
See? See? I haven't given up on it! It's still alive! Though that may not be a good thing. XD
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