Author: Mina Lightstar
Pairing: 2x1
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon
Feedback: Hai!
Disclaimer: I don't own GW.
Duo: Mina, what the hell was that "Strawberry Passion" thing?
Mina: Uh...well... I...
Duo: You promised me a 2x1!
Mina: I-I know...
Duo: Then why did you write a 1x2!?
Mina: It... just kinda happened, Duo...
Duo: *aims his gun* You owe me a 2x1!!!
Mina: H-hai! I promise!
Duo: And make it a luscious lemon! *clicks safety off*
Mina: Hai, Duo-sama!
Uh huh... poor, poor Duo...
Notes: I love the smell of vanilla...and honey tastes good, too... This fic is for Duo, because I kinda owed it to poor, poor Duo to write a 2x1...
*...* denotes emphasis
//...// denotes thought
Honey and Vanilla
Heero nearly tripped climbing out of his Gundam, cursing himself for being careless during the mission. He'd managed to escape, but the soldiers had given chase, thus forcing him to lead them on a trail through the forest--not a good idea at night, when visibility was nil.
He stumbled toward the safehouse, muscles quivering with strain, his legs threatening to crumple under him and send him to the ground. When he reached the door, he rapped loudly on it, hoping Duo was nearby.
After a minute of effort to stay upright, the door opened a crack and a violet-tinted eye peeked out. "Okaeri, Heero."
"Hn. Let me in."
"Yeesh, you don't have to be so blunt," came the reply as Duo shut the door to remove the chain, and then opened it all the way.
Heero brushed passed his partner and stumbled into the safehouse. He could feel Duo staring at his back, and he didn't like it. He shot the braided boy a glare over his shoulder.
Duo frowned at him. "Oi, Heero, are you okay?" He took a step forward. "You look tired."
//You don't know the half of it...// "I'm fine." He started up the stairs, ignoring the puzzled expression on Duo's face.
"Heero? Where are you going?"
"To type up the mission report."
He made his way up to his room, but he didn't make it to the computer. Instead, he flopped down on his bed, toed his shoes off, and fell into a very uncomfortable sleep.
~*~
He awoke abruptly when he felt himself being lifted from the mattress. He opened one eye and did his best to scowl. "Duo, what the hell are you doing?"
"Carrying you."
"I gathered, baka," Heero growled back. "Put me down."
"Nope!" Duo chirped as he easily hefted his bundle and walked down the hall to their spacious bathroom. The safehouse they were stationed housed a beautiful washroom, complete with white tiles, a large, round, in-ground bathtub, and nice lighting.
"Why are you taking me to the bathroom?"
"You'll see."
Heero growled deep in his throat and opened his mouth to reply, but as soon as Duo carried him into the washroom, his voice died in his throat. He blinked as he looked at what had become of the bathroom. The lights were off and the curtains drawn, leaving the room illuminated by the many candles strewn about the walls. The tub was full of steamy water. As Heero started to speak, the scent of vanilla filled his nostrils.
"Yes, Heero-chan?"
"What is this?"
"A bathroom, silly. Haven't you ever seen one before?"
"You know what I mean," Heero snapped back. "What's all this for?"
"Oh." Even in the darkness, Heero could see Duo's smile. "Well, you need a bath."
"I can wash myself. Let me go."
"Nuh-uh. I'm gonna wash you, and you're gonna relax and enjoy it."
"Duo, omae o--"
"--Korosu. Yeah, yeah." Heero blinked as Duo sat him in the water. He growled in protest at being dumped in water with his clothes on, but Duo merely snickered and peeled his own clothes off before joining Heero in the tub.
The annoyance of being taken from bed against his will faded as the almost scalding hot water burned through the tension of his muscles. He sighed quietly and leaned against the edge of the tub as he felt Duo lift his tank over his head and peel his spandex shorts downwards. He sensed his clothes being thrown somewhere to the left, and then Duo's arms were pulling him forward, turning him around, and settling him against the braided boy's torso.
He laid his head back against Duo's shoulder and the braided boy dipped a washcloth into the water and wiped Heero's chest with it. Heero kept his eyes closed and sighed appreciatively as the wet cloth stroked up his neck and over his shoulders and back. When he was soaked, the cloth vanished. Heero opened one eye and beheld Duo squeezing the contents of a bottle of lotion into his hands and rubbing them together. Heero raised an eyebrow. "What's that?"
Duo smiled slightly as he started lathering Heero's skin. "Vanilla body wash."
"Hn." Heero closed his eyes again as Duo's fingers wandered over his body. Duo's hands were the only things on his mind. He concentrated on the way the smooth hands glided across his skin...down his arms...over his chest...up his neck... His brow furrowed as Duo drew his legs up to wash them, and he frowned when Duo's hands made their way in between his legs. But the uncertainty of where Duo had placed his hands faded instantly when the gentle fingers carefully brushed along his length, sending sharp tremors of pleasure flowing up through his body.
Duo dipped the washcloth into the water again and started rinsing him off. Heero kept his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of the soft washcloth wiping his skin free of the lotion, leaving behind the scent of vanilla. He frowned slightly when he felt Duo moving to rise.
"Hang on a second," Duo said before he could speak. "We're gonna get out of the tub first."
Heero frowned harder, but didn't feel like opening his eyes. "Hm? Why?" he asked as he felt one of Duo's arms slide around his back, and the other hooking under his knees. The other boy lifted him gracefully out of the water and carried him halfway across the bathroom before setting him down on the cool tiles. Heero opened his eyes and blinked as Duo, now armed with a soft towel, dried both of them off, and then motioned next to Heero.
"Lie down."
Heero looked to the side and noticed a futon. "Lie down?"
"On your stomach."
With a shrug, Heero did as he was told. The futon felt nice against his bare skin. He rested his head on his arms and let his eyes close again. "What now, Duo?"
"Now, you get a massage," the braided boy replied. Heero tensed slightly as Duo's soft hands started kneading his shoulders, but soon he let himself relax as the tension from a hard day's work vanished. The nimble fingers worked the muscles of his neck, shoulders, upper and lower back...
Heero was just on the brink of dozing off when the hands left his skin. He heard the sound of a bottle opening and looked over his shoulder. "What's that...?"
"Massage oil," Duo replied as he poured some on Heero's back. The oil was nice and warm, and as Duo started rubbing it into his skin, he realized it smelt rather like...
"Honey?"
"Yep. You like honey?"
Heero shrugged. "I guess." The next ten minutes or so were spent with Duo gently rubbing his back, hips, and shoulders. He sensed Duo straddling his hips to give the braided boy better access to his skin.
When the massage was over, Heero was on the brink of slumber. He sensed Duo leaning down over him, but didn't expect what happened next.
His eyelids fluttered as something very gentle and soft brushed the nape of his neck, sending a trickle of shivery pleasure down his spine. //Duo...?// he wondered lazily as the thing he identified as Duo's lips brushed the side of his neck, behind his ear, and began trailing soft kisses on his neck, down the side, and then around the base to the nape.
"Ano...Duo...? What are you...?"
"Shh..." Duo hushed, rubbing his palms on Heero's back. "Just relax and enjoy."
"Demo--" He stopped when Duo squeezed his hips lightly.
"No buts." Then the lips were back, just the barest hint of a touch, light and teasing, making a journey down the center of his spine. Heero shifted a little under the kisses, trying to assemble his thoughts. What was Duo doing?
He tensed slightly when Duo's hands placed themselves on his rear. But when they clenched slightly, the pleasure that shot through his body caused him to arch against the touch. //...Good...// The hands left him too soon for his liking, though.
"You like?" Duo's voice whispered, his comrade's hot breath brushing past his ear.
"Why...?" Heero let the question trail off. Why was Duo doing this?
Then he was being turned over, rolled onto his back against the futon. He blinked, feeling dazed, staring into Duo's mischievous eyes. "Because you need it," was all the other offered.
Heero frowned as Duo scooted down his thighs. "Need it...? Need what?" The other boy refused to answer, bending down to press a slow, sucking kiss to his neck. Heero shuddered involuntarily. The kisses continued along the line of his jaw, across his throat, over his chest... He heard himself make a small noise of confusion when Duo's lips closed over one of his nipples, and he tried to press further back into the futon, but when the other boy started teasing the sensitive nub of flesh with his rough tongue, he had to stifle a moan. He pushed back against his comrade's mouth, revelling in the feelings Duo's suckling was surging through him. He groaned quietly in disappointment when Duo abandoned the kernel of flesh, but then the other boy descended on his other nipple and continued the sweet, relishing torture. Hesitantly, Heero's hands rose from where they'd been lying motionless and tangled in the hair at Duo's scalp. When the braided boy started moving lower, tracing wet patterns on his abdominal muscles, Heero couldn't remain silent any longer, and allowed low, sensual moans to escape his throat.
He became aware of hands kneading his thighs, gently urging them to part ways. Engrossed in sheer pleasure, Heero hastily obeyed, and was immediately awarded with Duo's cool lips ticking their insides. And then, Duo touched that spot between his thighs and the world spun out of control. He tried to speak--to demand that Duo stop, or to plead for him to continue--he wasn't sure, but he was given no time to work his vocal cords. Before he knew what was happening, the erection he'd barely realized he had was being engulfed in a hot, wet cavity.
This time, he cried out--a sharp, inarticulate sound. Then his moaning became constant--Duo's expert mouth and tongue proving too great a match for Heero's usual stoic silence. "Duo--!"
The braided boy didn't answer, continuing his ministrations with vigor. Heero tossed his head and panted. There was fire building from within him. It was burning hot and rising...and rising and rising...higher and higher...until finally his body went rigid, and the fire exploded.
For a few moments, he wasn't sure if he'd blacked out or not. Then, he felt the cool material of a washcloth and opened his eyes to see Duo cleaning him off. "Still feel stressed?" the braided boy asked.
Heero couldn't form any words to reply. He heard Duo snicker and closed his eyes. Then Duo was lifting him, carrying him back to his...no...to Duo's room. He was lowered onto the sheets. He cracked an eye open and noticed Duo was sliding in beside him and pulling the covers over them both.
On impulse, Heero turned and cuddled closer to Duo. "Duo? Why did you...?"
Duo put a finger on his lips. "I told you: you needed it. Let's just leave it at that."
Heero fell silent for several moments, drifting on the edge of sleep. What Duo had done had felt...incredible. Not just the end...but everything: the gentle kisses, the light caresses...the tender care the braided boy had shown him... Heero wrapped an arm around Duo's torso. "Ano...Duo..."
"Hm?"
"When you...need it...can I help you?"
Even with his eyes closed, he could see Duo's smile. "You most certainly can, Heero. In fact, I insist."
And with that, Heero let sleep take him, inhaling the sweet fragrance of skin emanating from both of them...the blended scents of honey and vanilla.
OWARI
And that is the end of my first 2x1 ^_^ Like? No like? Lemme know ^_^
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