Crying Soul Part 6
Heero was lying unmoving, covering the smaller body underneath him with his own. He tried to concentrate back on his mission. He came here to kill the boy - Duo, Duo Maxwell, 18 years old, orphaned, but with a rich bank account, he remembered the net search he had done before leaving the headquarters - and not to fuck him. He tried to find his focus again. Wufei was waiting for him to accomplish his mission, to prove his loyalty to his clan.
He looked over at the nightstand where his gun laid. He started to reach over when the boy pulled him down, his lips, those tempting lips only a breath away from his own.
"Make love to me," he whispered once more.
And that was Heero's undoing. Gun, Wufei and the clan forgotten he locked his lips with Duo's, ravishing his mouth once more. The spiral of desire was taking them higher and higher. Their surroundings forgotten, the only thing that existed in this mad world was the two of them.
When they parted gasping for breath, Duo looked up at Heero with his half lidded eyes. "What's your name?"
Heero frowned. What should he tell the boy whom he came to kill? Maybe he should... but then the last sane bits of his mind tied the truth inside of him and he whispered back: "Dragon."
Duo smiled. Somehow Heero knew that he understood. That he understood he couldn't tell him the truth no matter what.
The boy trailed one of his hands down Heero's neck and shoulder, tracing the pattern of the black and green dragon on his chest. "It seems fitting..."
Heero almost smiled. There was such a wealth of emotion in Duo's eyes. He couldn't remember someone looking at him like that. Ever. He leaned down and kissed him again. With his knee, he nudged Duo's legs apart and lay between them, grinding their groins together. They both moaned when their painfully erect members touched, parting their lips to pull in much desired oxygen.
"Where...?" Heero asked but was interrupted by Duo, who reached over pulling a tube of cream from the nightstand.
"Sorry, no actual lube."
Heero rolled to the site and leaning on his left elbow, he uncapped the small tube. He squeezed it and covered his fingers with the lotion. It smelled like peaches. The way Duo smelled.
Bending down, Heero caught Duo's right nipple between his lips while reaching down between his parted legs, bypassing his shaft and touching his hidden treasure. Duo moaned and arched his back almost painfully as Heero squeezed Duo's nipple between his teeth lightly. Licking the small bud he could feel Duo relax totally under his ministration and he inserted his index finger into him.
Duo didn't tense or flinch and the amount of trust he was showing to Heero was incredible. He smeared a generous amount of cream on Duo's opening and his shaft and looked up to see Duo watching him. There was no fear or doubts in the violet pools. Only desire and lust.
"Ready?" he asked the braided one. He almost didn't recognize his voice. There was so much gentleness in it. He didn't think he was capable of such feelings.
Duo nodded and Heero rolled him over onto his belly, pulling the silken bathrobe off of him with one move. This position will be the easiest for him. No need to stretch his arms or legs. Duo could just lie down and enjoy everything Heero was doing to him.
Heero moved between Duo's spread legs and parting them even more, he braced himself on his hands and with one quick move he penetrated Duo for the first time.
Even in his relaxed state Duo must have felt some measure of pain because he cried out silently and clenched his hands into fists. Heero bent down and started to shower his back with small kisses, moving down from his shoulders and back up again, stopping at his neck biting it gently. Duo moaned again, but this time there was only pleasure in it and moved his head to the side to give Heero a better access. Licking the bite Heero rotated his hips experimentally and Duo gasped, his eyes flying open as he instinctively spread his legs wider.
Heero started to move. First slowly in and out, than faster and faster, setting up a mad rhythm. Duo's opened eyes closed tightly again and he bit down hardly on his lower lip to keep himself from crying out in pleasure. He tried to rub his aching member against the sheets to relieve the burning hot desire that centred itself in his crotch.
Finally feeling their approaching release, Heero rolled them over onto their sides so that he was spooned against the other, doing this without slipping out of his lover. Duo's leg was pulled over Heero's hip and he felt the thrusts speed up as Heero got a firm grasp on Duo's shaft. With three quick strokes, a wave of pleasure crashed over Duo and he released himself into Heero's hand, throwing his head back on Heero's shoulder. Feeling the lithe body clench around him Heero reached his completion, pumping his seed into his lover's waiting body.
They lay there, spent and panting, their bodies glistening with sweat. Heero gathered Duo close and embraced him tightly. He kissed the boy's flushed cheek and Duo smiled, his eyes still closed.
Their desire satisfied for the moment, practical thoughts penetrated Heero's foggy mind once more. Their lovemaking - and it *was* lovemaking and not merely sex - complicated things. He finally remembered why he had actually come here and he could feel his body go rigid. His loyalty belonged to the clan as Wufei said. But would he be able to do it? Would he be able to kill Duo now that he realized that the boy was the only one who could soothe his crying soul? His eyes moved to the nightstand where his gun was laying and he could feel the cold embrace his heart.
Duo must have felt his reaction and understood immediately what was wrong. He opened his eyes moving them over to the gun too.
"You will do it, right?" he asked in a low voice, his right hand caressing Heero's hugging arms. "I won't make it hard for you. I will go quietly as I said I would before."
Heero had now the feeling that he was suffocating, that he couldn't pull enough oxygen into his starving lungs. How could this day have gone so wrong? This morning the only thing on his mind was his duty to his clan. And now? Now it was full with thoughts of the auburn haired, braided, violet-eyed boy that lay in his arms. The boy who had brought the first rays of sunshine into his life after what seemed like an eternity of bleak darkness.
"I will not beg or yell or call the cops," Duo continued his eyes never leaving the gun. "You gave me a wonderful gift, Dragon. And now it's time for my payment. Because nothing is for free."
Heero opened his mouth to say something... anything... when he heard the almost inaudible movement on the balcony. With lightning speed he reached for his gun and gripping it tightly in his right hand, he rolled from the bed and landing in a crouch, he pointed it at the balcony door.
"That's right. Nothing is for free," the silent cold voice came through the open door and Wufei stepped through it, his own gun pointed at Duo who was now sitting naked in the middle of the bed, a look of shock in his beautiful eyes.
His gun not moving away from his target, he looked at Heero who was still pointing his gun at him with a determined look on his face. "You didn't accomplish your mission, Dragon. So I will do it for you!"
TBC...
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