Silence Part 5
Duo whistled softly as he disabled the alarms at the nursing home. He'd done it often enough he could probably do it in his sleep, he chuckled to himself. He slipped inside, moving like a shadow through the hallways toward Heero's room, still whistling silently, an old, old pop song.
"'Give me one kiss and I'll be happy, just, just to be here with you. Give me, give me a chance to be near you, because, because I love you.'"
He did a slow, sensual strip just as if Heero were actually watching. He always liked to watch Duo undress, his brittle midnight eyes following his every move, until Duo stood naked before him, swathed only in that fabulous tumble of auburn hair. Heero would smile then, slowly; a predator about to pounce, and that smile would have Duo breathless and trembling within seconds.
Now, Duo moved for himself, dancing slowly in his memories. Naked, he slipped into bed beside Heero, pressing against him, to hold him tightly.
"My favorite assassin... My heart and soul... World's hottest fuck..." he snickered, kissing Heero's cheek. Heero's eyes were open, staring midnight pools of emptiness. Duo ignored the emptiness. It was an illusion, he told himself firmly. ::It's the coma that makes it seem so. He's there, I know he is! And one day he'll be here again!::
~*~
He's here!
Oh my god! Everything is right for once! My eyes are open; I can watch him!
He's moving so gracefully. He's dancing! I realise. No, he's stripping! He's peeling out of his clothing for my amusement, my pleasure! As if this were any ordinary night... No. As if this were any extraordinary night!
My heart is so tight in my chest; I feel it will burst. God, he's so, so fine! Whatever possessed this violet-eyed angel to fall in love with me?
Now he's crawling into bed with me. Damn it! I want to grab him! I want to pull him down on top of me, feel his weight, feel his knees tighten against my ribs as he impales himself on my cock.
Duo...
He snuggles up against me, drawing me into his arms, hugging me close. His breath is warm against my face. His strong fingers caress my cheek, winding their way slowly down my neck, my chest, pausing to circle my nipples lightly, making me shudder inside. Ah, my darling demon-slut... Tease me, yes; make me feel real!
His mouth follows his fingers. I am losing my mind locked in this silent shell. I want to scream; hell, I am screaming! He knows every inch of my body, every place to touch, to kiss to send me reeling with ecstasy, and he uses every single one of them.
Inside, I am panting, gasping. Endorphins are turning my brain to sludge. I can't fuckin' think! I'm melting with the fire of his touch. Sweet Shinigami... Deadly angel... He's between my legs... His hands, his mouth, his tongue...
Duo... Duo... DUO..!
My angel... My Shinigami... Aaaah... Yesssss...
~*~
Yeah, one of these nights, I'm gonna get caught. I'm gonna forget where I am and scream, or fall asleep in his arms. I don't care. I don't fuckin' care. I know it isn't wrong, it isn't disgusting. I know he's aware of what I'm doing; I KNOW it! And I know he loves it!
Everybody else can just go to hell.
Right now, I don't know what to do about my friends. Well, I know what I'd like to do, but common decency frowns on launching people into the sun.
I spent the weekend at Quatre's Arabian compound. He and Trowa insisted I visit. They said I needed some time for myself. Hilde and Roxy offered to baby-sit (there was some joking about practicing for their turn), and Solo was fine with it as soon as I promised to bring back some Gundam toys. (Yeah, I know, but whattaya gonna do? Kids get hooked on the damnedest fads.)
So, I swung by the nursing home to tell Heero where I was going (sure he understands; just because he can't say "have a nice time" doesn't mean he doesn't need to know) and then hopped a shuttle and headed down to Earth.
Quatre's place was fabulous, as always. The house staff and the Maguanac guard spoil me rotten whenever I visit, and it really is nice to relax and remember the old times.
This time, though, things were a little different.
We had company at dinner, one of the Winner Group pilots. We talked flying and aircraft, and he asked questions about my part in the war and what it was like to pilot a Gundam. I don't mind talking about it now. I can smile and make jokes; it's in the past.
This guy was tall, tanned and tight; a real hunk. He seemed like a nice guy. Silly me, I had no idea what was going on, until we were having brandy on the patio. I remarked on the brilliance of the full moon, and how beautiful it looked from Earth. (From the Colonies, it's too close; it looks like a graveyard.) The next thing I knew, he had me backed against a wall, hands down my pants, tongue down my throat. I tossed him ten feet.
Then I figured out what was going on. Quatre Raberba Winner was matchmaking! At first, I was shocked; then I got mad. I'm a married man! I have a husband I love more than my own life, regardless of his current physical state! I let Quatre have it, both barrels (figuratively speaking, though God knows what would have happened if I'd been armed).
He apologized profusely, and Trowa tried to explain their reasoning for that absurd episode. Neither of them made much sense, but what it boiled down to was they thought I needed to get laid.
I almost ruptured myself holding back my laughter.
I get laid plenty. In my dreams, in my imagination, in my fantasies. In my midnight visits with my cobalt-eyed Cossack. (You like that? I took a creative writing class a few years ago, while Heero was getting his degree. I actually learned what a thesaurus was for!) But my fantasies are private, as are my hentai excursions to Heero's room.
I let them calm me down, and I stayed the rest of the weekend, with no extra dinner companions. I guess Quatre felt he had to apologize in a more concrete way. On the way to the shuttle port, we stopped at a mall, and he practically bought out the toy store for Solo. Now, my brat is certainly spoiled, but even I have limits. Quatre's largesse was appalling, but I couldn't talk him out of it.
At the port, I hugged them both, and thanked them for a nice weekend (only a touch of sarcasm on the word "nice"). Then I suggested that if Quatre wanted an excuse to play in the toyshop, he and Trowa should have some kids. Quatre blinked, startled, and Trowa blushed the deepest crimson I've ever seen.
I guess that answered a question that I hadn't even asked!
TBC...
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