by Blue Soaring
Duo's presence affected me more than I cared to admit, his voice falling
smoothly from his lips and trailing down my spine. "Let go," I growled,
more irritated at my reaction to him than anything else.
His nose nuzzled behind my ear and I felt the puff of heated air when he
laughed quietly. "You came to me, Heero."
"You called me," I said, shocked when I realized that I believed my own
words. I honestly thought that my restlessness and subsequent forays
outside were Duo's doing. I had to be losing my mind.
I felt Duo tense and freeze, going completely still behind me. The only way
I knew he was still there was because he was touching me. "And what if I
did?" he said after a short pause.
I was stiff in his arms, trying to figure out for myself just what was going
on. Why had that surprised him? Maybe I was wrong about him, but something
told me that I wasn't. "Why?" I asked at length. "You told me to stay away
from the night." It sounded odd as I said it.
"I did," he agreed. "You didn't listen, and I think I already told you what
I ground my teeth together. "It's not my choice to be here." Though if I
had stayed in the apartment any longer, I would have been up for homicide
charges at best.
"But you had to come." It wasn't a question.
I nodded curtly, answering anyway. Last night I had convinced myself that
Duo was nothing more than a crazy stalker. Now I found myself wrapped in
his arms and thinking that simply calling him insane and leaving it at that
just didn't work.
I turned around in the circle of his arms, I think to tell him once again to
get his arms off of me and my words stuck in my throat. His hair was loose,
framing his face and flowing down over his shoulders. It fell forward,
obscuring his left eye with shadows. His skin was pale and smooth, lips
turned up in that pleased little smile that I decided was something
completely Duo's own. My eyes trailed down, taking in the snug fit of his
clothes and the play of muscles underneath. I jerked my eyes back up to his
face knowing that my cheeks were flushed. He raised an eyebrow into a
perfect arch, chuckling under his breath. My stomach jerked and I felt my
body respond to the sheer sexuality in his voice. I fisted my hands at my
sides, hating the fact that I had no control over myself, hating that I
reacted this way to the mere sight of him. All I wanted to do right then
was punch something.
Duo ran his hands down my arms, lifting my right hand up by the wrist and
looking pointedly at it. My skin had turned white, I was clenching my fist
"What are you so angry about, Heero?" he asked, voice carefully blank.
It seemed pointless and more than a little embarrassing to admit to him that
I was angry with myself. So I settled for, "You."
"Ah," he said, unruffled. He brought his other hand up, cupping my chin and
tilting my face upwards so he could look at my eyes.
The questions I had wanted to ask flew from my mind, the cutting words I
wanted to say disappeared, all unnoticed. My focus narrowed down to his
eyes and the continual shifting between cobalt and indigo in their depths;
his voice and the way it wrapped around me. It was like falling into the
ocean, being covered completely by the water that seeped into and invaded
you, and not caring if you never left it.
"I don't think," he said, his lips close to mine so that they brushed
against his as he spoke, "that you are angry with me."
Duo closed the distance between us, covering my lips with his and my eyes
slipped closed. They were warm, soft and at first, gentle. Then they
firmed, pressing harder, and I felt his arm go around my waist, pulling me
tight against him. The hand on my chin slid upward and he tangled his
fingers in my hair, shifting my head to the angle that he wanted.
I brought my arms up, laying one on his shoulder, buried in his hair and
leaving the other resting against the arm that was low on my waist. His
lips parted and I felt the warm wetness of his tongue dance along my lips.
I think I moaned softly when he did it again, and then again. Duo tipped my
head back, my mouth falling open as I tried to breathe through the feelings
roaring through me. He pulled away a little, licking and nibbling at my
lips, our breath mingling in the air between us, adding more heat to the
already sultry air. Our tongues danced against each other in the small bit
of space left between us.
Duo shifted his body against me and I could feel him hot and hard through
our clothing. I groaned, my body shuddering in response to his touch. He
sucked on my bottom lip, biting gently as I slid my arms around his neck and
wrapped his hair around my fingers. It was soft and warm, sliding through
my fingers like it was alive. Then I felt a sharp stab of pain, jerking
back with my eyes flying open. The strange foggy feeling in my head
vanished with the pain. There was a small smudge on Duo's lip; he rolled
his lip into his mouth, licking it off. I raised a hand to my own lips and
my fingers came away stained red.
"You bit me," I said, stupidly. Of course he bit me, I was bleeding, my lip
throbbing. I ran my tongue over it, tasting the bittersweet metallic tang of
my own blood. The cut seemed fairly deep. "Bastard," I growled at him,
bothered by how Duo's eyes followed the movement of my mouth as I spoke.
He refocused on my face, his eyes gone dark. "You've sought me out twice
now. Next time, I'll come to you, and when I do, Heero, I won't let you
His scent washed over me in a rush, and he was gone. I swallowed past the
lump in my throat and took a deep, steadying breath. People just don't
vanish. People don't make you forget everything, even if just for a moment,
with a strange look, either.
- - - - - - - - - -
I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My eyes looked
unnaturally big, shocked and maybe a little scared. I tugged on my lip,
wincing at both the quick stab of pain and the size of the wound. I could
still taste blood in my mouth, red slowly oozing out of the cut as I prodded
I turned on the tap, splashing my face with cold water and then rinsing out
my mouth. The water I spat back out was tinged pink. I braced my hands on
the counter, water dripping from my face and landing into the sink with dull
Duo had said he'd come for me this time, and I really thought he would. He
didn't strike me as someone who wouldn't keep a promise like that. Part of
me hoped he'd simply vanish under the rock that he'd crawled out from, just
like he'd disappeared tonight. I raised my head, blinking owlishly at
myself. I had suspicions now, amazingly crazy ones. It couldn't be true,
but I had to find out. I dried my hands and marched back out to my bedroom,
set on my course of action. But first, I had to get comfortable. It really
was too hot for jeans, and besides, I had a fondness for my old pajama
I settled down on the couch, sitting sideways and wearing only my pants,
several minutes later with my laptop and a nice cup of coffee, black as I
could drink it. It may have been too sticky for jeans, but never for
coffee. In my opinion, coffee heals all wounds. Possibly not, though,
since my lip was protesting. I decided to ignore it.
I curled one leg under me, tucking my toes into the bend of my other knee
and rested my other foot on the floor, the laptop on the couch in front of
me. I laid my mug on the coffee table, booted up the computer and then
logged onto the net, calling up a search engine. I quickly typed in my
query and came up with everything under the sun and then some. I frowned at
the screen. This was going to take longer than I thought.
Fifteen minutes and quite a few refined searches later, I had what I was
looking for. I read the information, snorting in doubt. Most of this had
to be someone's wishful thinking. Still, from what I knew, the rest of it
matched Duo perfectly. I closed my eyes and leaned into the couch, resting
my cheek on the back.
I had to be losing my mind, the heat in this place must have been baking my
brains in my skull. I didn't honestly think that Duo was a vampire, did I?
He could have found this information just as easily as I did, and had
decided to play a very twisted game. It fit nicely into my little insanity
theory, but didn't explain what I had felt or his vanishing act.
I sighed, pressing the heels of my hands against my eyes. Maybe next time I
saw him I'd just ask him, if I was lucky, he'd give me a straight answer. I
dropped my hands down into my lap, opening my eyes and letting out a choked
laugh. That had to be the worst idea I'd ever come up with. I shut down
the laptop and set it on the table, grabbing my empty mug. I wandered into
the kitchen, rinsed it out and left it in the sink. Checking the locks on
the door, I finally turned off the lamps in the living room and went to bed.
Lying there, in the dark listening to the cars drive by outside, I wondered
when I'd see Duo again. I didn't bother with hoping that I'd get a good
night's sleep, I knew the night would be filled with sweaty dreams that left
- - - - - - - - - -
The next morning seemed brighter than usual as I moved about my apartment
getting ready for work. I donned a pair of simple black pants, deep blue
dress shirt and a black and blue tie. It all matched a little too well, but
it was the only one that really suited this shirt. I hesitated by my
dresser, picking up a thin silver chain that I had acquired somewhere along
the way. It dangled from my fingers, glinting brightly in the light.
Silver was supposed to hurt vampires, possibly even burn them. I was fairly
certain that I had seen a silver earring in Duo's ear at one point in time,
though, which did little to support the ridiculous vampire hypothesis. Then
again, what harm could wearing the chain do? I almost put it back, snorting
at my own foolishness, and instead slipped it around my neck. I tucked it
into the shirt, feeling better. I frowned at myself, but left the chain
where it was.
If I was going to succumb to my own idiocy, I suppose something like a cross
or other holy symbol would have been better; I didn't even consider walking
around with garlic stuffed into my pockets. The only reason I could come up
with for that working would be that the smell sent everyone, including
vampires, running for clearer air. The info I had found last night had
specifically said that a cross or its equivalent would only work if I had
the faith to back it up, and that was an area in which I was sorely lacking,
so the chain would have to do.
- - - - - - - - - -
I spent the entire day jumping at shadows. Even though I had read that
vampires can't survive the sun, I didn't know if they could move around
during the day or not. I still had serious doubts about the entire vampire
thing, anyway, and expected Duo to show up at my office door looking very
By the time the day came to a close, my nerves were frayed and my temper
shorter than usual. I had also convinced myself that I was most definitely
insane for even considering Duo was something as far-fetched and fantastic
as a creature that went bump in the night. Walking into my apartment and
dropping my keys onto the small table into the hall, I cursed myself several
different types of a fool. I moved into the bedroom, stripping off my
clothes and heading for the shower to get rid of the sticky feeling clinging
to my skin. Walking through the humid air was akin to slogging through a
bog - it left you feeling covered in grime.
I stayed under the water long after I had washed, just letting it pour over
me and cool my skin. I emerged from the stall, dripping water over the
tiles, about forty minutes after I got home. Wearing only a towel hitched
low on my hips, I went back into my room searching for something comfortable
to wear, which automatically translated into pajamas. Sometimes I think I'
ve got an unnatural obsession with those. I found a dark blue pair, not
quite as good as my favorite red ones, but comfortable all the same.
I was walking back out to the kitchen when my eyes flicked over to the
window in the living room. The sun had set and I hadn't even noticed the
time pass. I realized that if I thought Duo was really going to show up, it
would be now, when the moon was shining cold and clear. He knew where I
lived, of that I had no doubt. I stayed standing in the hall, staring out
at the night for a long time before I finally got a hold of myself. I
snorted quietly and turned away.
It was past midnight, and I lay wide awake in my bed, arms folded behind my
head. The silver chain was still around my neck, cold against my skin. As
the night wore on, I had gotten more and more . . . something. In the harsh
light of day, it was easy to talk myself into believing whatever I wanted,
but in the night, with the close air wrapping darkness around me, it wasn't
nearly half as simple. Now, I had no idea what to believe or what the hell
was wrong with me. Only children stayed awake at night fearing what might
crawl out from under their beds or from inside their closets, so why was my
heart beating so fast?
I must have drifted off soon after that. Another vivid dream woke me up at
what seemed like a very short time later, leaving me burning, breathless and
hard. I lay still, trying to slow my pulse when I felt the touch of Duo's
eyes on me.
"I told you I would come," he said, his voice low and filled with something
I sat up slowly in the bed and saw him standing at the foot of it, just out
of the light that managed to seep through my curtains. Looking up at him, I
felt horribly vulnerable and some part of me that I'd rather had stayed
hidden told me that I didn't hate it.
"I know," I said, trying to stop the shiver that passed over me. "How did
you get in?"
I saw the white flash of his teeth as he smiled and answered, "You invited
I gave him a blank look.
Duo moved closer to the bed, passing through the dim light, until his legs
touched the light sheet that I had thrown over me. "You were waiting for
me, Heero, calling me the same way you say I had called you."
That made me frown, I hadn't done anything resembling that. I had been
dreading the fact that he might show up tonight . . . that's what I kept
telling myself. Maybe I could admit that mixed in with that dread there had
been a macabre sense of anticipation, that I might have wanted him to come.
Regardless, I did nothing to discourage him, merely sat there and let him
When he was standing directly beside the left side of my bed, I looked up,
trying to focus anywhere but his face. If what I had read was right, his
eyes were something I should avoid, along with his voice, but short of
stuffing my fingers in my ears, I didn't have much choice there.
The mattress shifted with his weight as he sat down and I looked
determinedly at his shoulder. The quiet sound of his laughter echoed in my
head as he reached out and slowly drew a finger along the line of my
collarbone, ending at the tiny glint of silver. I was discovering just how
hard it was to stare at someone's neck and retain even a shred of
"Have you been reading tales?" Duo asked me, fingering the metal. "It doesn
't matter," he continued, not waiting for a response. "You've already
decided what will happen."
His sheer arrogance annoyed me, and I answered with a grunt, my voice
bitter. "I have, have I? Then tell me what I've decided."
"You're fighting it now just to prove that you can, Heero. You're
stubborn." The mattress shifted again as he leaned closer. "Avoiding my
eyes, wearing silver, you know what I am, and yet here you are, tolerating
my touch, eager for it."
I sucked in a sharp breath through clenched teeth and released it slowly,
but still not denying anything.
He touched my chin, tilting my head up and I felt beyond silly with my eyes
firmly focused on his chest. "Do you honestly believe that I'm here to hurt
I turned that thought over in my head, finally settling on, "No, not to
hurt. At least, to you, it wouldn't be."
Duo made a small sound of disapproval, letting his hand fall away from my
face to press against my chest, fingers splayed cool and pale on my skin.
Slowly, he pushed me back down onto the bed. I resisted at first, but his
hand was firm and he was stronger than I could ever be. When my head
touched the pillow, he slid down, settling the length of his body beside me,
the fingers of one hand playing with my chain. I put one arm across my
stomach. The arm closest to him was awkwardly trapped between us, but he
didn't seem to mind. I did. I gave him a meaningful nudge, and he
predictably ignored it.
"It hurts a little, like water that's only a bit too hot," he said,
answering my unspoken question concerning the chain. He brought his face
down to my neck, ghosting his tongue over the pulse there and let the chain
fall back against my skin.
I turned my face toward him, blocking what I thought was going to happen.
He lifted his face, bringing his lips close so that they brushed mine as he
spoke. "I don't want to bleed you," he whispered. It sounded like there
should have been more added to that sentence, like he had deliberately left
something out. Something like 'not yet'.
I shuddered, taking another deep breath and filling my nose with the scent
of storm winds. I had the urge to look out the window, expecting to see
dark clouds gathered in the sky even though I knew what I was smelling had
nothing to do with the weather. Closing my eyes seemed to be the only way
to avoid his gaze at that point in time, and that didn't strike me as a very
intelligent thing to do, but if I had to choose between not seeing him and
mind tricks, I'd take the former. Though neither option was really good.
"If I promise not to catch you with my eyes, will you look at me?" Duo
asked, sliding his hand down my side to rest on my stomach.
I felt stupid lying there with my eyes closed, as if it would make the
monsters disappear. Not stupid enough to believe him, though. "I don't
trust you," I said, glad that my voice came out steady. He was trailing his
fingers leisurely over my skin, very close to the low waistline of my pants
and it was doing nothing to keep me focused, which was probably exactly what
"I give you my word, Heero. Let me see your eyes." He moved his face back,
giving me a small bit of space.
If he had said that classic vampire cliché, I would have laughed in his
face. Instead, I very slowly opened my eyes, still trying to avoid looking
directly at his eyes. I didn't trust him quite that much. Duo left his
hand on my stomach, raising the other to gently trace the features of my
face. He cupped my cheek, running his thumb over my eyebrows, down my nose
and across my lips and curled his fingers over my jaw. He was learning,
"I'm very glad you searched for me," he said, pressing his thumb over my
mouth when I started to protest. "Regardless of what you think, that's what
you did. You were restless that day, agitated, annoyed. Edgy. And when
night came, you had to meet it."
I wanted to ask how he knew that, but it meant admitting that he was right.
I wasn't about to do that yet, I was too stubborn and besides, I still
thought he was the one who caused it to happen in the first place.
"I felt the same," he continued, and it roughly answered my question, making
me wonder again if he might be able to pick my thoughts out of my head.
"Every day, I wait for night to fall, but it was different then. The need
was overpowering, urgent."
His fingers were still unhurriedly exploring me, tracing over my ribs and
the tiny scar on my side that I've had since childhood. I couldn't even
remember how I got it. Duo seemed fascinated, running his forefinger over
it again and again as he watched.
He glanced up, meeting my eyes and I didn't look away in time. There was no
compulsion in them, no hint of power, just the unbelievable vibrant color.
I tried to look away and found that I could, easily. I felt some of the
tension ease out of my shoulders, he was behaving, at least for now.
Something passed over his face, dark and sinful. He moved his face close,
closer and then covered my lips with his, pushing his tongue into my mouth.
I was so startled at first that I let him and when my brain finally caught
up to me, I was enjoying the slide of his tongue over mine too much to
protest. I blinked lazily and let my eyes close. He was warm, delicious
and greedy, tasting every corner of my mouth and coaxing my tongue into the
sensuous dance. I moaned into his mouth, tipping my head back and blindly
groping for the hand that had stilled on my chest. I wrapped my fingers
with his and let him take what he wanted.
He slipped his leg between mine, pulling us closer. I could feel him hard
and hot through my clothes and the thin sheet. I started pushing at the
cloth, trying to get rid it. He released my hand and rolled away long
enough to tug the sheet away, then moved back, fusing our lips back together
and dragging his hand up my thigh to wrap his fingers around mine again.
Duo rocked against me, pressing his erection into my hip. I started turning
towards him when I felt something sharp against my lip. Managing to free my
right arm, I laid it flat against his chest, pushing him back a little. He
let me and I ran my tongue over my lips, waiting for my voice to work right.
"Wait," I finally said, my voice rough with sex.
Duo was looking at me with eyes gone drowning blue; the irises had bled into
the whites of his eyes until he looked blind. I swallowed, my throat tight
and dry, and faced what was irrefutable evidence that Duo wasn't human. I
looked down, searching for what I had felt, and saw the tiniest hint of fang
behind his parted lips. I don't know how I succeeded in overlooking it
before, but now that I knew it was there, I couldn't miss it.
I glanced back up at his eyes; he was perfectly still, waiting for me to do
something. I moved my hand from his chest, brought it close to his lips and
halted. I rubbed my thumb and forefinger together nervously while I debated
what I was about to do. Then I touched just the tip of my finger against
the tooth; I had to slide it between his lips to do it.
I should have been revolted, disgusted, or at the very least disturbed by
it, but I felt none of those things. I was . . . curious. I started to
take my finger away, then changed my mind. I ran it over his lips, watching
Duo's face. Then, very deliberately, I dragged my finger over the edge of
his fang, cutting myself. The pain was sharp and immediate. I ignored it
and continued pushing my finger into his mouth.
Duo's grip on my hand tightened, a surprised but unmistakably pleased sound
emanating from the back of his throat. His left hand grabbed my wrist,
holding me; his tongue rough as he ran it over the ragged cut. Suddenly, he
rolled over me, straddling my hips and pushing both hands above my head,
holding them there. He stared down at me, a red stain on his lip and
panting heavily. His tongue darted out to swipe it away and something
caught in my throat. My heart was trying to pound its way out of my chest.
"Why did you do that?" he demanded, his voice low, husky. It made me shiver
as it rubbed over the length of my body, caressing me where I wanted his
hands to follow.
I tried to shrug, but with my hands pinned above my head I ended up just
rubbing against Duo. I paused while tiny jolts of pleasure rode through me
and heard Duo groan softly, also affected.
"You offered me blood, Heero, you offered it freely."
I nodded, understanding that it was serious, but completely lost as to what
Duo released my wrists and I left them there, intent on the feeling of him
dragging his palms down my arms. He cupped the back of my head in both
hands, running his fingers through my short hair and finally tipping my head
back so that my neck was exposed. My heart gave up trying to get out
through my chest and instead jumped up into the back of my throat as he ran
his hands lightly down the column to where my heart pounded. He rubbed the
flat of his hands over my nipples, making me suck in another sharp breath of
air. His eyes locked on mine, he bent his head and took one deep into his
A small sound escaped me as he tried to drag me deeper, sucking and licking
at the tiny nub of flesh until I was gasping. Each swipe of his tongue sent
pleasure driving through me, arcing straight to my groin. He shifted above
me, settling lower and bringing one leg in between mine to press against my
arousal. The heavy heat of his burned into me and I moved against him,
finally letting myself cry out.
Duo growled, a genuine trickling growl that started deep inside him and
spilled out of his mouth. He pulled me deeper, deep enough to feel his
fangs digging into my skin just this side of drawing blood. When his mouth
pulled away, the air in the room felt cool against my wet flesh.
My eyes were heavy. I reached down, sliding my hands over his clothed
shoulders and down his back, balling the shirt into my fists and tugged. I
pulled until my fingers met smooth skin, caressing every inch of him that I
could reach. Duo slipped the shirt over his head in one smooth movement,
muscles rippling, flexing just beneath his skin. He was pale, pale and
perfect, a statue carved from alabaster, his nipples a dusky brown. I
struggled to rise and wrap my arms around him, but my legs were trapped
under his. Moving with unnatural fluidity, like a cat, he moved so I could
get to my knees. Now that I was vertical and facing him, I hesitated.
Duo made my decision for me, closing the distance between us, his hands on
my hips and kissing me, feeding on my lips like he would eat me from the
mouth down. His chest pressed against me, smooth skin sliding against
smooth skin, slick with sweat. I slid my arms around him, tracing over the
play of muscles in his back and dipping my fingers past his pants, just
brushing his ass.
He growled again, the sound trailing off into a groan as he pushed his hips
into me and sent sparks singing along my nerves. He did it again, then
again, letting one hand slip between us and knead me through the thin pants.
I tossed my head back, breaking our kiss and groaned throatily, my fingers
digging into his back. He worked me slowly, sliding his palm over my length
and then squeezing lightly, releasing, and squeezing tighter. My hands slid
up his back to his shoulders, trying to hold myself upright as he
relentlessly pleasured me.
Duo paused, stilling his hand over my cock. I moaned, the sound pitiful in
my own ears. Effortlessly, he turned me around, then sat back on his feet.
He pulled me against him, my back to him and slid his arm under mine,
wrapping it around my chest. His fingers grazed my nipple, the sensitized
flesh sending more jolts through me. Duo's other hand dipped low, trailing
down my stomach, curling in the thin trail of hair that began just below my
navel and then moving lower, sliding into my pants.
I grabbed his wrist, stopping him. He froze instantly, going perfectly
still behind me. I shook my head and reached down, lifting my hips and
pushing my pajamas down to my knees. I had to use my feet to get them the
rest of the way off. Naked, I put one leg on either side of his, straddling
him on my knees with my back still to him. I could feel him throb against
me, hot enough to burn through his pants, the only barrier left.
Duo drew in a deep, ragged breath, looking down over my shoulder at my
displayed body. He closed his eyes, burying his nose behind my ear and
taking another deep breath. His eyes opened again, the hand that wasn't
supporting me copying its earlier path, only this time wrapping around the
base of my erection. A fine tremble ran through me, and I felt Duo's body
echo the movement. I saw him glance at my face through the corner of his
eye, then look back down to where he held me, the paleness of his hand
emphasized by my darker skin tone. Torturously slow, he ran his hand up the
length of my cock. My breath came out in a long sigh.
Duo parted his legs, settling me between them and I set my own legs out in
front of me, feet resting on the bed and knees bent. I leaned back against
him, his other hand joining the first. Resting my own hands on his thighs,
I breathed deeply and inhaled his scent. One of his hands gripped the
base, the other trailed up the bottom of my cock, stopping to gather the
drop of fluid that leaked out of the tip. I caught my breath, bit my lip.
He spread the tiny bit of liquid around the head, making the muscles in my
stomach and thighs jerk. The other hand slid upward, forcing more liquid
out, which Duo again gathered and spread lower. He repeated it a few times,
each time making me tense and my vision blur momentarily, until I had to
close my eyes and was slick and hot in his hands. My breathing was shallow,
frantic, my chest quickly rising up and down.
"I will take you, Heero," he said, hands alternately gliding up and down my
erection, sending the pleasure flowing through me spiraling higher. "I've
tasted you." His breath was hot where it brushed over my ear, his words
making me moan again.
I groaned in response and felt one of his hands leave me. I opened my eyes
in time to see his finger slip past his lips as he licked the fluid, but I
knew that wasn't what he meant. He meant my blood, but he'd tasted me in so
many different ways now - my blood, my skin, my mouth, me; he knew me.
Duo laid his finger against my lips, wet with my own liquid and his saliva,
and I opened my mouth for him. He pushed just the tip in, his other hand
never stilling in its slow movement. I licked the wet digit, watching his
face. He sucked in a sharp breath, withdrawing his finger, a slight tremor
in his arm.
"You'll offer it to me again if I ask," he said, pinching one of my nipples
between his fingers before trailing lower. "Won't you? I'll taste you
again." The velvet caress of his voice reached deeper inside me, stroking
through my mind and body.
Both of his hands were between my legs now, one cupping and squeezing my
balls, dipping lower to rub hard against the soft patch of skin just below
it only to return seconds later; the other steadily stroking my length,
bringing me higher toward orgasm. I writhed against him, feeling his
arousal pulse against me. The thought made me shake, made me press harder
"Yes," I hissed, clenching my hands in the blanket as he worked the head of
my erection, stopping just before the sensation could become painful. "You
didn't . . . have to ask, to know that," I said, panting.
"I will take you," he breathed.
"Yes!" My voice came out as a strangled cry as I felt something clench tight
low in my body, heat gathering and gathering to where Duo's hands slid over
my slick flesh. My mouth open, I gasped for air; let my head fall back on
Duo's shoulder and buried a hand in that luxurious hair.
"I will make you mine," he said with a growl and my body arched against him.
I felt myself go, falling over the edge into orgasm with a scream torn from
my throat. It rode me, overwhelming my senses until my world had narrowed
down to my own blinding pleasure and the hardness of Duo behind me. I cried
out, screaming his name, screaming oaths to gods I didn't believe in, and
spilled myself over his hands; he spread it over my throbbing length, making
me shout again as he forced every thing I had from me.
I collapsed on him, my body sticky and sated. His lips brushed my cheek and
I turned into him, let him steal the last of my breath with a bruising kiss.
He touched my thigh softly, almost comfortingly, and settled us down on the
bed side by side. The last thing I remember is him leaning over me, his
eyes glittering but once again back to normal, and a whispered word, ". . .