by Dev-Aki Basaa
Oh God, so good. Jesusfuck! Hot, tight, uh... He
keeps squirming and calling my name. Aw fuck! So
Oh shit, his ass is so good!
Aw yes, I'm gonna come, so good! Oh God!
I'm on my ass, what the FUCK?!
Panting, I realize I've landed on the floor next to
the bed, still so hard I could scream. I didn't come!
He fucking threw me off him!
"What the fuck?!" I yell as I glare up at Heero still
on the bed, now sitting up.
"You were giving me a concussion!" he shouts back. I
finally notice he's rubbing his scalp. "My head kept
slamming against the headboard. I tried to get your
attention, but you couldn't be... deterred," he
I keep panting. The sight before me is quite
something. Heero hasn't come yet either. He's
semi-hard, flushed, disheveled, sweating. Glowing,
really. So fine... aw shit! I've got to come and
"Are you ok?" comes out as a growl, didn't mean it to.
He'd get more compassion out of me if he'd finish me
off first. Oh God, I'm so hard and he looks *so*
good! He nods that he's ok, finally dropping his hand
from the repetitive rubbing on the back of his head.
"Heero..." I gasp. The things this boy does to me
should be outlawed and, Jesus, he's not even trying.
He's just sitting there staring at me, breathing. His
Heero cocks his head to the side. "Wanna try this
again, lower on the..."
I'm on him before he finishes. Rather
unceremoniously, I throw his legs over my shoulders
and drive home. Still slick, so tight, oh God.
Spent, I fold myself over and collapse on Heero's
stomach, his legs shifting and falling to either side
of me. I lay flat against him, shaking with
aftershocks. No, not flat...
"Duo..." a beg.
I move back to kneel between Heero's thighs and plunge
my mouth down on his bright red shaft. It didn't take
him long to come either. I taste pre-come almost
immediately and then I'm swallowing, laving with the
I crawl up the length of Heero's body, climb over him
and sit leaning against the headboard. I pull his
shoulders towards me until his head lies in my lap.
"Let me check this supposed concussion of yours." I
grin as I run my fingers through his mop of hair.
"Supposed?!" he snaps, tipping his chip up to scowl
directly at me. I place my thumb on his chin and push
it down towards his chest.
He grumbles, incoherent this time. I don't know how
he can be so grumpy after great sex.
This could be why. Shit! His head is swelling and
the bump is all red. The skin isn't actually broken,
but that doesn't ease my conscience.
"I'm sorry, Heero," I whisper as I gently run my
fingers over the lump. "I guess I rammed you pretty
hard, huh?" I try not to chuckle.
He swats away my hands, climbs to his knees and then
sits down next to me, leaning back against the
"You could say that," he grins; though I can tell he's
not entirely amused. We sit there beside each other
for a long silent moment. I tug my braid over my
shoulder to play with the tail - my little anxious
idiosyncratic behavior that Heero always calls me on.
Okay, so I feel bad. I know I should make amends or
something, however, short of taking a mental note of
getting more pillows, I can't think of what I should
Seems Heero does, though. "We should really trade
places one of these times," he suggests.
I'm impressed that I didn't sputter in shock.
Uh... me? On bottom? Give up his tight ass? Uh...
"Yeah, I suppose." I couldn't have sounded more
unconvinced. Heero doesn't say anything at first then
suddenly turns to kneel facing me. He's glowering
something fierce; the skin between his brows is all
folded and creased. With a sharp jab he gestures to
the spot he'd just vacated.
"Duo, the varnish is wearing on the headboard and my
hair is getting suspiciously darker in the back."
I realize I'm running very close to losing my
'top-only' status. What to do? Seduce him away from
the idea? Worth a shot. I toss my braid back over my
shoulder and move forward to kneel beside Heero,
pulling him into a hug, almost onto my lap. He rests
against me, relaxing into my arms.
"We could try different locales," I suggest, running
my fingers along his spine. "Bend you over the sofa?"
"Or you could be the bottom..." Heero's words are
becoming clipped, he's not buying this. New tactic.
I yawn adding a little dramatic flare, drawing my hand
up to pat my open mouth. I lean back to fully see
Heero's face, gripping his shoulders.
"I'm getting tired, aren't you?"
"Duo..." that unmistakable warning tone of his. He
tenses a little, pulling away.
I brush my fingers over his cheek and gaze into his
eyes, trying to sound convincing.
"We'll discuss it later."
"You're being an ass," he retorts as I direct him to
lie next to me and move to spoon behind him. Nuzzling
his neck, I continue, my voice showing my drowsiness.
"C'mon, you know you like how things are." I let my
hand dip low, brushing my fingers against the
sensitive skin of his groin and smile as he moans.
Heero got it in his head early on in our relationship
that he wanted to be dominated. Who was I to argue?
Only, I'm kinda content with the way things are now.
I like always being in control. Did he really want to
"I just want my chance to ram you into the headboard."
It's hard to tell with his very dry humor, but I
realize he could be quite serious at the moment -
which is somewhat alarming. "You have some hidden
resentment against me?"
My mind does ease, though, as he laughs at my comment.
"No," he answers with a shake of his head. "Just
thinking about the way things are."
Then, I knew. Things would change. Not so much
because I wanted them to, but because he did and I
know I can deny him nothing.
"Listen, we really will discuss it later, okay?" I say
again, closing my eyes and resting against him. "I'm
really sleepy. Goodnight?"
There's a long pause before Heero wishes me a good
night in return. He pulls a rumpled sheet over us and
then settles into my embrace, my arm falling in place
over his side. He threads his fingers in with mine
I open my eyes.
Funny how your mind can change on a dime. I *was*
being an ass - if Heero wanted things to be different,
then I wanted it too. Why? Well, he's my best friend
and he's got a goddamned lump on his head because I
couldn't be... deterred. He deserves what he wants.
I shake my head at myself. Still being an ass. See,
that's not it either. Let's try again.
Why? Because the reality is I love him and I want him
to be happy more than I want to be in control. He
matters more than me. He just does. I draw our
linked hands up his chest, pull him back against me
and make a rash decision.
"Next time Heero, whatever you want. You call the
I feel him chuckle more than I hear it, just a slight
rumble in his chest. He whispers "okay" and yawns,
going even more limp. I let my eyes drift shut
wondering if I'd come to regret those words or if I'd
just made the third best decision in my life.
Decision one had me selling off my salvage business
and returning to Earth to join Preventers.
Number two had me kissing Heero after a disastrous
assignment where I'd almost lost him for good.
Three may find that I actually like being the bottom.