Author: Zazu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Lemon, Heero's POV
Pairings: 1x2
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, nor do I own the characters. I have borrowed them here for some fun and creativity, and this is not for profit. I do, however, own the plot mentioned here, and any instances that you may find similar to real life events are purely a coincidence.
Notes: Not beta-read. Heero's POV. This one is for Merith, who wanted Heero and an epiphany! Mermer, I don't know if I did okay on this. I am playing on the idea of doing another one because I threw in a little bit...more to Heero than you wanted...
Epiphany
I listen to the erotic sounds he makes as I thrust into him. His legs tighten around my waist, using that leverage to meet me thrust for thrust.
I arched my back, watching him with half-lidded eyes as he grips the vertical, metal rods of the headboard, his head thrown back, his neck bared to me.
"Take me!" he cries.
I leaned down then, scraping my teeth along his clavicle and up his throat, tilting my head to the side. All the while, he's still thrusting against me. I lick at his pulse, but that is all I will allow myself to do.
His hand sinks into my hair, holding me there, and I take a hold of his braid. "Take me," he pants again. "Heero!" And not for the first time, my tongue trails along my upper teeth and I want to; god do I want to!
It dawns to me then that he knows what I am. That he isn't just telling me to thrust harder. That he wants what I want, even if it is something I would never have taken from him or given to him without his consent. It was not something I had intended to let him know, at least, not until I was ready to accept that I could lose him forever.
But he knows. How?
"Stop thinking," he pleads, locking his legs tight around me so I cannot pull out. I press in as deeply as I can and hold still, my teeth against the soft skin, the beat of his pulse against my lip. And then, I realize it.
He must have seen it when he watched me come that first, and only other time we'd made love. I remember the moment vividly, my hands on his hips and cock and his hands on either one of my thighs as I tossed my head back and cried out my completion.
"Do it," he whispers. "Take me." His legs pull and relax against me in a rhythm that I quickly pick up until I was thrusting into the hot and tight that was him. My fist tightens around his braid, and his hand covers mine. "Yours," he moans, the long sound stilted by my movements.
The need is too strong. I lick the spot one more time and take him the way I had wanted to since the first time I laid eyes on him.
The way that was ingrained deep into my soul.
The way that I needed to in order to be absolutely complete for the rest of my life; for an absolute eternity.
Most importantly, the way he wanted me to.
And when he cries my name and comes, I know, and he knows, that we are as complete as we can ever be.
OWARI
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