Collateral Damage Part 6
Until that moment Heero hadn't noticed the muffled patter of raindrops on the front window. His distorted reflection, tinted red by the neon sign's phantom glow, presented a disconcerting visage. Like a haunted funhouse mirror or ripples fashioned by stones in the water, rivulets slithering down grimy glass further disfigured the grotesque image.
Gazing at the surreal illusion of a hell-spawn portrait of Dorian Gray, he contemplated the method of his demise-gunned down in a shootout or, to evade capture, by his own hand. Yet devotion to Duo be it duty or compassion or that mystifying concept called love proved to be a stronger incentive than resigning himself to death.
Without warning Duo materialized amid the apparitional figments of face and form mirrored in the wavy pane. Heero's failure to detect the crafty Irishman's approach testify to his distracted concentration and when arms encircled his waist from behind sparks of anger kindled an inferno.
*Pivot, launch a scathing rebuke.* his soldier's logic demanded. *A stinging slap will dissuade Duo from his misguided mission to salvage your sin-damned soul.*
However, as warm breath feathered over his earlobe and a steady heartbeat pulsed against his back, the fiery resentment faded. If he and Duo were promised only the next minute it would be all right. If they shared a lifetime in a single night he'd willingly pay the Ferryman and sail with Hades across the River Styx.
Comforted by Duo's unspoken reassurance Heero closed his eyes to exorcize his rain-warped doppelganger. Then in that one decisive moment of clarity he surrendered all control and basked in the simple contentment of being held.
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"It's gonna be okay." was promised as Duo tightened his embrace.
Despite the physical connection, the tangible sense of touch and sound, Heero half expected to discover his dubious sanity was playing hallucinatory tricks. Steeled against the possible onset of madness, he opened his eyes and blinked at the duel images made mystical by the rain.
Duo's chin still rested on his shoulder, violet eyes still held their expressive gaze and crimson light twinkled over twin hoop earrings.
"Come back to bed." Duo urged with a subtle tug.
The request put Heero in a quandary because he never took the subservient role of a follower. For fear that fate or man would catch up he was continually in advance mode, always just ahead of hazards. Could he relinquish control and let Duo take the lead?
Duo smiled. All doubts melted away. Without pause or protest Heero fell into step with the charismatic Irishman.
Cool sheets crept over even cooler skin. Heero shivered. Duo tucked the bedcovering around their bodies and rubbed his bedmate's bare arm. "Ya need to practice what ya preach." he chided. "Always warnin' me to take care or get sick."
Shared body heat lessened the chills. Heero burrowed deeper and did his best to be repentant. "Never been one to heed advice."
"Too damn stubborn for ya own good." Duo declared before stroking Heero's cheek. Instinctively Heero tensed.
Sensing the uncertainty, unsure if he'd crossed the line Duo mumbled, "Sorry."
Now the usually solitary soldier had two choices-retreat or trust. Decision made, logic was pushed aside and protocol disregarded.
Right hand cupped behind Duo's head. Fingers tangled in the lavishness of free flowing hair as he initiated a kiss. There was no anxiety when lips parted so Duo's tongue could tease and taste. Nor did the intimate contact incite panic to flee.
Ever since Heero's near-fatal affair with Relena he'd spurned the notion of love. There'd been brief liaisons with nameless whores to satisfy his sexual urges but each transitory encounter had been promptly forgotten. He also knew Duo had sought satisfaction in much the same way for nothing more than survival on the streets.
So why was this connection different? This time long-abandoned desires weren't driven by lust but tempered by actually caring about Duo's welfare. Wanting more than fucking like animals in heat the kiss ended with a sigh.
When lips unexpectedly parted, Duo questioned, "Don't you want me?"
Heero tapped the intricate Celtic Cross tattooed on Duo's upper arm. "Do you believe in this?" was asked point-blank as his thumb rubbed over the symbol of faith.
Duo shrugged noncommittally.
"Then why did you get it?"
The flicker of pain in Duo's eyes made Heero wished he hadn't asked. "To replace the real cross tied around my wrist when a priest found me crying on Saint Vincent's front steps."
Salty tears shimmering, Heero remembered his own forsaken childhood. "How old were you?"
"Don't know for sure, maybe four. Just remember being cold and scared and the kind man tellin' me it was gonna be all right." Duo sucked in a shaky breath, "But it wasn't 'cause later I lost my cross."
"Wish I could change your past." Heero stated with frustration accenting his words, "You didn't deserve to grow up in such despair."
"You're here now so none of that shit matters." Duo declared as he divested Heero of his tee shirt then pulled him as close as physically possible to relish the soothing warmth of skin against skin.
Like ice crystals exposed to intense heat the defensive walls entombing Heero's heart suddenly shattered into brittle shards and "I need you." was admitted without fear of rejection.
Arms and legs entwined the two outcasts reclined on their sides. Heero slipped a knee between Duo's legs to rub against the swelling erection.
Wiggling to enhance the stimulating friction, Duo wondered, "Have you ever traded sex for not wanting to be alone?"
"Yes."
"You won't have to after tonight." was promised as the fully aroused Irishman shifted to lie atop his lover.
Moist kisses feathered down Heero's neck and across his chest. Each taut nipple was suckled. A very talented tongue traced over his washboard stomach then, with a mischievous grin, Duo blew over the wet skin to raise goose bumps.
The sudden temperature change made Heero hiss. However before he could launch a curse-laden retort to the devious assault, sleep pants and underwear were tugged down to expose his inflamed genitals.
Encouraged by his mate's manhood standing stiffly at attention, Duo cooed in licentious anticipation. "Someone is really glad to see me."
"Not 'til you're naked, too." Heero set the rules of engagement.
Hastily shed clothing joined the discarded pile on the floor. Content to ogle Duo's equally proud penis, Heero was again taken by surprise when his partner announced. "I'm in charge now."
In absolute submission the ex-assassin complied and discovered it felt right not be the dominant. Not to take what he wanted by force or coercion but to give Duo the power and know he wouldn't be abused.
Straddling his lover's hips Duo presented a pensive frown. "What's wrong?" Heero inquired with concern.
"Don't want ya to think I'm a whore. What I told you before---'bout turning tricks."
Brushing aside stray strands of reddish hair to better see Duo's face. "I'll never think of you any other way but my handsome lover." was solemnly promised.
Duo's smile reflected the joy in his heart. "Always your lover." he repeated as violet-tinted droplets spilled over his cheeks. "Let me make you feel good."
Leaving tingling trails in its wake, Duo's left hand slithered up Heero's inner thigh then set about fondling his sac. Right hand tunneled around his aching manhood. Measured strokes from base to tip and back again soon had him moaning and writhing in pure ecstasy.
"Feel good?" was asked rhetorically.
Too aroused to answer Heero tossed his head affirmatively.
Hand job accomplishing all it could, Duo's mouth took over to encompass the distended length entirely.
Heero emitted a throaty growl and bucked his hips to encourage more sensual stimulation. "Shit!" was exclaimed as the last of his pitiful control evaporated leaving him unable to do anything but claw up fistfuls of the rumpled sheets and hold on for dear life.
Alternating between sucking and tongue swirling, Duo drove his partner to the edge. Pleased by the keen arousal he pulled back leaving Heero breathless and more than perturbed.
"Don't stop now!" he ordered at the sudden absence of the wondrous manipulations.
"I'm far from finished, lover." was proclaimed huskily. "Hold on just a sec."
Elbows braced, Heero shook his head to clear away straggly bangs and watched Duo search through his duffle. True to his word the incredibly sexy Irishman promptly returned with a foil wrapped Trojan Rough Rider condom and tube of Astroglide.
With a predatory grin Duo crawled across the bed. "You sure about this?"
Offering himself without any reservation, Heero spread his legs, "I trust you."
Duo lubed up his fingers. "Gotta stretch ya first."
"Don't want to wait."
"Patience is a virtue or so I've been told. Relax." was instructed as one slick finger pushed passed the puckered anal opening.
Always obedient, the urban soldier vanquished all tension.
Slow and steady in the careful penetration a second finger was added, then a third. "You all right?"
"Yes."
Fingers withdrew.
Duo rolled on the condom, applied a generous amount of lube, got on his knees, elevated Heero's hips for an accessible alignment and centered his swollen erection. "Ready?"
"Yes."
Again extreme caution was employed until a complete union was achieved. Another pause. "You all----"
Heero aimed an ominous glare. "Yes, damn it." was sworn in obvious annoyance. "Fuck me now!"
Without further prelude, Duo rocked back and forth. Designed to achieve ultimate gratification each metered movement evoked moans and groans and ragged panting.
Hands clasped over his partner's shoulders with sufficient force to leave whitened fingerprints, Heero rode wave after wave of pleasure each time a well-aimed thrust hit his prostrate.
"Heero." Duo called to refocus his lover's euphoric gaze, "Pleasure yourself for me."
Trembling hands caressing his engorged manhood, Heero matched the calculated cadence that was swiftly propelling him to the brink. Now both men raced towards mutual climaxes.
Hot currents pulsated through Heero's groin. Hard flesh throbbing he cried out as his mind-boggling orgasm erupted in milky ejaculate spurts. Sensing his own impending orgasm, Duo shuddered, gritted his teeth, bowed his back and surrendered his seed.
Minutes stretched on forever as Duo held his shaky posture. "Don't move." Heero pleaded breathlessly.
"Got to." was declared when the fading adrenaline rush drained every ounce of strength from Duo's sweat-drenched body. Arms too weak to bear his weight, he reluctantly sat back and uncoupled.
"Sorry I didn't have more stamina." he expressed regret as the condom was peeled off and dropped in a waste bin by the bed.
"Come here." Heero invited his sated partner to rest on his chest. Moping back damp bangs plastered on Duo's forehead, "You were wonderful." was praised as they shared the afterglow.
Afraid the passionate session had compromised Duo's already weakened immune system, Heero took his turn to ask, "You all right?"
"Too content to be any other way."
Rearranging the tangled sheet and blanket over their glistening bodies Heero advised, "Better cover up before we take a chill."
Duo snuggled closer. Curled up in the security of his lover's strong arms he didn't want to dwell on the reality of their dangerous situation. "Wish we didn't have to leave in a few hours."
Also aware that their tenuous circumstances wouldn't grant peace much longer, Heero figured the time frame. "We have time. Besides you need to rest."
"I can go now if we need to."
Heero tightened his embrace. "Don't argue."
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Outside gusty wind howled. Raindrops pelted the windowpane like buckshot fired at close range. Staring at the ceiling Heero observed the curious dance of phantom light and ethereal shadows spawned by the storm. In three days his world had been thrown in total disarray and the enigmatic Irishman nestled in his arms was to blame. Yet, for once in his strict duty-bound life, he was happy.
Kissing a flushed cheek redirected Duo's drowsy sight. Heero whispered. "Do you believe in fate?"
"Don't know." was answered honestly. "Why?"
"I wonder if fate or destiny or just blind luck brought us together. There had to be some outside intervention that made me ignore all those stringent rules and let you live."
Duo considered his partner's theory of a higher power in control of their lives. "I don't care how we came together but I do believe we're meant to be each other's saving grace and I ain't ever gonna let you go."
TBC...
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