and more heero's week!

[askerian]

Duo made a note to go streaking in the hangar once, just to see his face.

Beside him, Quatre was filling Heero's plate, admonishing him gently to eat more. Heero looked bemused, but accepted the food without a word. Duo tried not to stare at the interaction, and tried even harder not to imagine what their interlude had been like. Given Quatre's usually gentle attitude, he had trouble imagining him as dominating Heero, and Heero was so uncaring he just couldn't see him initiating a sexual encounter. But seeing the neutral -- not unfriendly, or scowling by pure reflex, but for once utterly neutral -- expression on Heero's face, and the embarrassed smile on Quatre's lips -- well, something had happened. Something that didn't involve pain or humiliation, as he had feared.

On the roof, really. Who would have thought that of Q-man? He chuckled to himself, banishing his dark thoughts. The others would wonder if he went grim during a meal; not that he laughed and joked quite as much as they all seemed to think he did -- if he did, there wouldn't be any time left to breathe -- but regular meals always put him in a good mood.

And knowing that Quatre, at least, didn't consider Heero like a bitch, good for nothing but spreading his legs, put him in an even better mood. Duo had seen too many of those during his days on the streets; young girls and boys whose only way to survive was to let anyone who wanted it use their bodies in exchange for protection. Not that he thought Heero had become less competent just from accepting to get fucked by the rest of them, but somehow it didn't matter ; when anyone sold their bodies, they seemed to drop to the bottom of the pecking order and any skill not regarding their abilities in bed was forgotten.

Just what Wufei was doing, really. Well, Duo wasn't sure yet if that violent distaste the Chinese pilot was displaying was due to simple homophobia or if he really considered that Heero was now worthy of nothing but contempt, but in either case, it pissed Duo off. Heero was his. Well, not in any sexual or sentimental sense, but Duo had found him, saved his ass, taken him home. Heero was so socially inept, so wary, he reminded Duo of some of the kids Solo had brought into the gang. So yeah, he felt kind of responsible, a little, even though he knew they were the same age and Heero didn't really need any sort of protection or guidance. They were friends, or at least he was Heero's friend, and while that wasn't the same kind of easygoing, sunny friendship as the one he was building with Quatre, he still looked out for his friends.

Wufei, so far, was definitely not a friend. Stupid prick. He spared him a mocking glare, but the Chinese pilot was still pretending that he was alone in the kitchen.

Maybe Trowa could actually be a friend, he reflected with some surprise as he remembered the dry sarcasm. Man, discovering that Clown Boy did possess a sense of humor had been a total surprise. But he wasn't sure he liked the interest Trowa had shown for dirty details, and wouldn't be sure until he understood why he'd been so curious. He gave him a measuring glance, and was startled to discover that while he'd been lost in thought, Trowa had engaged Heero in a discussion about gyro repairs. Quatre joined in a few times, and his input was appreciated, but it was obvious that Trowa was seeking Heero's input more. And not in a condescending way, or in a 'trying-to-get-in-your-pants' way, but just... casually. From one mechanic to another one.

But he was a much better mechanic than either of them, and it was time to stop brooding and remind them both of that little fact.


(i don't know whether to stop the scene here or to actually write some dialogue, laced with innuendo and stuff. not surei could pull the dialogue off,nd not sure of what it could bring. but sera wants it. hmmm.)




Even as tired as he was, Heero had been trained too extensively not to wake up when his door opened. His inner clock informed him that it was almost three AM. His hand tightened on the gun under his pillow.

"Heero?"

Duo was at the door, playing with his braid nervously. The Japanese pilot sighed quietly and let go of his weapon.

"I just wanted-- sorry to wake you up, buddy..."

No need to guess what he wanted so late at night. Since he didn't seem inclined to make the first step, Heero lifted the edge of the sheet covering him in invitation, and a few seconds later the American was sliding in the bed at his side. He was only wearing boxers and his socks; they brushed briefly against his own bare feet.

They watched each other in the darkness for a few seconds, lying on their sides face to face, the sheet spread over them both like a tent, only their knees brushing. Duo was breathing a bit fast, noticed Heero, but he couldn't say if it was arousal or nervousness. It was weird; Duo certainly didn't sound shy when he was talking about sex, and he was not one to brag with no reason. He did brag about his skills or his Gundam, but after all, he was a fairly competent thief and pilot, and a vicious fighter; he'd earned the right to remind people of that fact. Heero didn't understand what his problem with the arrangement was.

"What took you so long?" Heero asked quietly.

"... I wasn't sure-- I had to think things out. If you remember I was against it."

"Then why are you going along with it now?" he asked, bemused.

Duo sighed. "'cause it was a group decision, and I'll be damned if I don't get laid at all and you all go around with goofy well-fucked faces on."

Heero felt himself smile. The mental picture was amusing.

"Are you okay with this?"

Heero blinked, surprised. Duo sounded -- worried. "Of course I'm okay with this. I wouldn't have proposed to take the first week otherwise. It's for the--"

"Don't you dare tell me it's for the good of the team or some shit, Heero. That's not what I'm asking."

"Then what are you asking?" Heero asked, still in his quiet, non confrontational voice. Duo was tense about something, and as long as he didn't know what the issue was, he didn't want to alienate him uselessly. The braided teenager sounded like he seriously needed to unburden himself.

"I'm asking-- you, as a person-- if you had the choice... Would you still let us use you like that?"

The way he said 'use', as if it was something dirty... As if Heero didn't get anything out of the arrangement... Now Heero understood his problem a lot better.

"Actually, it feels kind of good," he commented calmly.

"Uh--what?"

"To be fucked. With sufficient preparation, it feels good," he said, matter-of-fact.

"It--uh. Oh."

It was weirdly entertaining to hear someone blush.

"...So no, I don't mind."

"Oh. Good. I mean-- I didn't want you to hate us forever-- I know it's not supposed to only get us off..."

Heero arched an eyebrow. "It isn't?" he asked, amused.

Duo snorted. "You're not the only one who knows 'bout psychology, 'Ro. So what if I didn't get to read my lessons in a book? This is supposed to get us to be closer as a team, and you know what, it's already working. Tro's letting me work on his bike, and I've seen how Quatre was around you. And well, Wufei's still a prick but Quatre has the patience to deal with him now. But well, it wouldn't be of much use if the four of us are all buddy-buddy and you hate our guts, right? You're part of the team too."

Heero smirked, knowing that there was just enough light to let Duo see. "True. This also serves the purpose of creating bonds between all of us and reinforce a feeling of closeness. But it isn't as if I will bottom all the time."

Duo squirmed nervously, as if trying to find a comfortable position.

"Ow! What the--" he grumbled suddenly, searching under the pillow. Heero closed his hand around his wrist by reflex.

"Fuck me as much as you want, but leave my gun alone."

The braided boy grumbled. "Who sleeps with a gun under his pillow?!"

"Who sleeps with knives in his socks?"

"...Touché. Uhm, so... It doesn't bother you at all then?"

Heero decided to let Duo believe that he had managed to hide the fact that bottoming made him nervous.

"No. It doesn't bother me. You know I don't have that sort of hang-ups. I get a little sore, but it isn't as if I have anything to do that requires moving. I get to feel really good. I get to help my teammates."

There was a minute of silence, as if Duo was translating and interpreting what he'd said. "... So... S'all good then, I guess."

Heero nodded patiently.

The second after he had Duo's tongue down his throat.

His eyes widened, and he may have gasped, he wasn't sure. It was hard to tell what were the sounds he made, what with his mouth being invaded and all. It was wet and slick and hungry, and there were teeth nibbling at his lips in between two sweeps of the tongue that was so thoroughly mapping the inside of his mouth. He thought about how disturbingly easy it would be to bite down, then about how much it tickled when the tip of Duo's tongue brushed against his palate just so, and then he wondered how it was that he could feel Duo's itinerary even when it was his teeth that the other was licking at.

It was so weird to be breathing the same air. He was glad he'd washed his teeth. Duo's toothpaste tasted of mint. That was a kiss. A French kiss. None of the others had kissed him on the mouth like that. It was a bit weird. Duo had sharp hipbones, though less that Trowa's has been. Heero wondered if Duo was trying to crawl inside him tongue first.

He grunted softly, a reminder to Duo that he wasn't going to run away and there was no need to hurry. The other boy replied with his own groan, but it tasted a lot more of desire than of acknowledgement.




I have more of the 2x1 scene, but it lacks the middle. I want to complete teh lemonage before i post it. :p


I need a better OT5 icon. U_U