Another Version of Events
by Karan Seraph
Heero's negotiations with Zodiac Tech went better than he expected;
he had gone into them expecting that, as soon as he disclosed that
he was a personal acquaintance of the owner of their rising
competitor within the industry, they would end discussions there.
Instead, the representatives Heero spoke with in video conference
assured him that they wanted him mainly because he was associated
with Duo Maxwell, and secondarily because they knew of his
activities against OZ, from which many of their personnel had come,
during the war. In short, they wanted to pay Heero to purposely do
what they feared Duo would convince him to do, not knowing, as Heero
did, that Duo had too much integrity to consider industrial
espionage. They were going to pay Heero to do what he would have
liked to do just for fun but hadn't, out of respect for Duo.
It seemed to Heero that having a contract and making payments was
their way of controlling what they feared they could not control,
and this way, if Duo's project seemed too similar to any
technologies they had developed, and won the bid, they could then
sue Heero for selling confidential information, ruin his reputation
in the security industry, and drag two former Gundam pilots through
the court of the media.
It seemed a large risk, and rather like being manipulated, but at
the same time, it was a very large sum of money they were willing to
pay for his expertise and confidentiality and Duo said he didn't
care if Heero did take the job, because he knew his people had done
their own work and desired only to win on their Tinman's merits.
Heero had taken the job. It gave him something to do other than to
indulge paranoid thoughts that the house was being sabotaged.
The work involved a week of remote research and neatly logged
attempts at breaking Zodiac Tech computer systems. Heero then flew
to Detroit, where the prototype Sagittarius was being assembled,
from parts brought from ZT factories across the Earth and Colonies
as well as several third party suppliers.
He surveyed the complex for several days, formed his plan of attack,
and then spent several more days carrying out his plan. ZT Security
was tight, and as with certain other things, in security, tight was
good. The only way Heero had a chance of infiltrating their facility
in order to prove whether the actual prototype could be touched, as
opposed to having the project sabotaged virtually, was hiding in
He figured, these people would suspect something sneakthief as
traversing air ducts or as typical of his former work as blowing
shit up; they would be prepared, and so he figured it was more
efficient to test the least expected route. After all, his job was
to make an accurate report of his client's security, but there was a
point at which repeated tests invalidated any and all tests, as the
pattern of attempts could be seen as an alert. It was important to
select the live tests carefully.
Heero felt a little bad about they way he had acquired the necessary
information to forge identification. He had not been able to view
enough information using the computers or zoom function of his
camera or binoculars, he had needed to get a close look at actual ZT
company IDs. Heero had decided he would have to contrive a meeting
with one of the employees off the zodiac factory compound. He was
nervous about doing so, because it was a scheme he had seen done in
movies and Midii said he was no good at using seduction as a means
of persuasion or investigation.
Choosing the target had been a difficult choice between several
accessible individuals of the appropriate clearance level.
Ultimately, Heero had decided to arrange contact with the single
homosexual male among them. He had really labored over the decision
between the last two and questioned whether his choice meant
something about him and whether he might think particularly highly
of one gender over the other, but then he told himself that it was
business and made his choice. As of that time, Heero believed that
most of the Sphere's populace would not assume that Heero Yuy was
gay and therefore it was less likely he would be recognized.
Some time with a blow dryer and a brush Jose had given him, brown
contact lenses, and two shades of powder to slightly alter the
apparent contours of his face and Heero was ready. The meeting in a
bar near the factory had not been so difficult as Heero imagined.
The nervousness only made him seem someone who was interested but
bothered that such interest might be inappropriate or unwelcome.
Heero had commented on the inherently bad nature of all ID photos
and improbably theory that there was a major Sphere wide supplier of
bad ID lenses selling to the major manufacturers of industrial
digital cameras marketed to government and corporate issuers of
identity authentication materials. Heero saw his target took the
appropriately geeky bait, and then presented his fake bad ID from
the engineering department of an area automotive company. Heero
waited as his target studied the ID and his face and then said in
his best not-too-flirty voice, "I think you just blew my theory."
"Can I touch it?" he asked then and was rewarded with the
opportunity to study his target's Zodiac Tech ID tag. Heero smiled
and memorized the various details and security features, the font,
the placement of holograms, the make of the smart chip, the
thickness of the lamination, the type of clip that enabled bearers
to wear it.
Heero stayed for another drink, talked about what kind of cars he
liked. He said things like, "I like a car that will talk to me, ya
know, with elite onboard, but I still wanna feel the road under me
when I ride."
Heero finished his drink, declared that was enough and got up from
the stool to leave.
"Can I get your number?" his target asked.
Heero hesitated for a second, uncertain how to answer and then
said, "I live with someone."
"Uh, then here." His target produced a small foil business card from
a pocket. An additional number was handwritten upon it in
marker. "Call me sometime, even if you just want to go out for
Heero took the card, tried to smile, and left the bar. He looked at
the card again when he was outside. I suppose this is how cheating
happens, he thought. Heero put the card in a jacket pocket and made
a note to tear it once his current job was finished.
It took him one day to make the fake ID.
He had logged a lot of hours in two weeks, but it was worth it,
Heero thought, when he was sitting in the cockpit of the
Sagittarius. It was a nice machine, as like the Tallgeese in
physical structure as it could be without violating government
regulations on mobile suit size and power or the copyright on the
designs for Tallgeese. Zodiac had the rights to most of the OZ
Zodiac Series, but not the Tallgeese. The sole surviving member of
its design team had somehow ended up with that right.
Internally, the Sagittarius was much more modern and adaptive than
the Tallgeese. The controls in that suit had looked 20 years old.
These cockpit controls were a new design. Heero was very tempted to
call Duo from the cockpit; he thought Duo would be more upset at
potentially gaining knowledge than Zodiac would be that anyone was
calling Maxwell. It was a moot internal argument, radio transmission
from and to the large lab was dampened.
Heero took a button from part of the cockpit interface and then
left, much the way he had come in. When he came to the reception
area he asked if he could add an envelope to their outgoing mail.
The woman on duty gave him a look that said he should know it was
against policy, but she groaned, "Sure, go ahead."
It was not as if there was a bomb in the envelope, even a fake one.
There was only a button and a handwritten note, addressed to
Security, as the envelope itself, saying that the tests were
complete and the analysis would be available in one week's time.
Heero had been on the Zodiac job just over two weeks, when he
returned home, and he had been away from the house for half that
time. The Dogs had both been left with Marcus; it was a fairly long
stay for them, but Marcus's children were home to help him and Heero
had convinced him to accept some reimbursement.
Heero had thought the arrangement better than having the dogs suffer
through domestic airline flights. Heero did not want to suffer such
flights. He trusted space craft more. The flights that hopped from
city to city within the boundaries of a continent felt like trains
without the romance.
Heero knew there was a chance Duo would be at the house when he
arrived. They had discussed the possibility even before Heero
accepted the contract with Zodiac. Duo had thought that if Heero had
nothing personal against accepting the job that he should not worry
about whether acceptance might ever compromise MaxTech and had said
he thought someone who had recently begun mortgage payments should
take the money.
They had spoken on the phone, while Heero was in Detroit. Duo had
known that he would be piloting a shuttle to Earth and then had some
meetings in California and was not sure how long it would take to
get to the house.
Heero had imagined that, when Duo arrived at the house to move in,
he would be there to greet him and help him. Duo had told him not to
worry about this either. Sometimes, the thought counted, he reminded
Heero. It was nice to think that Duo would find his boyfriend
waiting, willing to carry furniture, with dinner prepared, as well
as plans for a night spend in, but Duo was a `big boy' and he could
take care of himself and he would be just as happy to see Heero if
he was the second to arrive.
Heero left the taxi at the gate and stepped up to the security panel
to announce his name and input his passcode. The two parts of the
gate swung inward, the old Free Rocks sign and the new set of house
numbers remaining visible as Heero walked past the fence line. He
knew Duo had arrived before him then. The Dogs were bounding toward
him, there were lights on in the house and he had not yet come to
the stage of construction at which he could program patterns of on
or off when he would be away, and there was what seemed a pile of
old junk lying alongside the asphalt.
Heero saw Duo at the garage doors as he reached the highpoint of the
sloped driveway. He smiled and walked toward Heero, looking like he
had been working with something mechanical; there was grease on his
face again. Heero could still remember that day he had returned to
the Colonies and seen Duo outside Une's office. His shirt was closed
this time, a blue and white striped snap and button down with a
faded company stamp over one pocket and a name patch that
said `Dale' on the opposite side. He attempted to smooth stray wisps
of hair into his braid with the back of his hand as he approached
He would have rushed to kiss Duo then, but the Dogs had found him
and Heero was being pawed and panted at.
"Welcome home," Duo said.
Heero pet the dogs with both hands, but looked only at Duo. "You
want to go inside?"
He gave a nod. "Yeah, I was just locking up the garage. Can I show
ya something first?"
Duo stepped up to the pile of junk. "What do you think?"
Heero disengaged himself from the dogs and looked more closely at
the items within the pile. There were a lot of metal rods, tubing
and hardware; his first guesses were salvaged plumbing supplies,
some manner of stripper poles or fixtures removed from a commuter
train car. He saw the row of brightly colored plastic, or possibly
fiberglass, seating that seemed befitting either a fast food
restaurant or an old subway car. Under some of the poles, Heero
could see a beaten electronic marquee and decided these items must
all be parts from a subway train. One of the seats had remnants of a
sticker on it that read `give up this seat to the elderly and
infirm', so Heero supposed it was from a transit system somewhere
where English was spoken, but that did not really narrow it down
very much. The seating was probably manufactured in Japan, even if
the train it was from had never run there.
"Things from a subway car?"
"I meant, what do you think, for the bedroom?"
The bedroom? Heero remembered that conversation a few weeks before
about Duo volunteering to find something that was not exactly a
dungeon. "Do you mean, you might end up chained to one of these
Please do not make some joke about `ball and chain', next, Heero
thought. He said, "It is interesting, Duo, but I am not sure how it
will look with the materials and textures we discussed for the
"Nah, it'll look kewl, like Industrial in a good `clean lines' way.
You don't think you'll like it?"
"It is not really about `like'", Heero said. "I am just saying I am
not confident at this stage that salvaged subway fixtures will look
right in anyone's bedroom."
Heero feared Duo would be disappointed. It was Duo's house as well,
and Heero had not actually said he could not put these things in the
bedroom, but he expected that next Duo would look sad and defer to
him and say it was OK if they did not use the salvaged pieces in
their bedroom. When Heero looked at Duo's face, he was not even a
little sad. He looked full of confidence. "No. They'll look good.
You'll like them. Really."
Heero had really thought Duo would have backed down there. He did
not wish to fight with Duo, so even though he thought the idea
rather strange, he decided he would wait to see what it might look
like when installed before he decided to argue the matter
further. "So, how are you? Tired?"
"Not really. You? Bad flight?"
"I hate those short commercial flights!"
Duo picked up one of Heero's bags and let him get the rest. The Dogs
followed as they moved toward the front door of the house. "I really
did want to have dinner made, or something, but I got side-tracked
and didn't realize the time."
It was closer to tea time. "Did you send the workers home?"
"They took a four day weekend."
"You know what Monday is?"
Now Heero remembered. One of those holidays celebrated by some, one
designed to honor workers. All levels of personnel were important to
society, but for some reason, `Labor Day' made Heero think of
Communism. Duo wanted some kind of grilled food. "Grilled food?"
"Barbeque. You know barbeque. It's not the same as grilling. You
have to slow roast meat over a wood coals to do real barbeque, and
have just the right sauce." Duo opened the door, let Heero walk past
and closed the door after the dogs had come inside.
"We can do barbeque Monday. I have a week to write my analysis. I
can take a four day weekend."
Heero put his bags down and then turned. Four days, all alone, in
Dinner, unpacking and sleep could wait, they had time. Heero sat
down on the floor, his palms pressed to the polished wood boards and
his legs drawn up slightly before him. He tipped his head up to look
at Duo, and Duo seemed confused. "Tell me,' Heero said, `in that
reoccurring dream you have, am I sitting exactly like this, when you
"Uh…" Duo's hands clenched and his face flowed through several micro
expressions as he tried to decide what Heero wanted and what he
should say. It seemed to Heero that Duo was trying to decide if the
Heero he knew was the type to do what he thought Heero was doing.
Heero leaned back, resting his weight on his elbows and forearms. He
scooted a short distance to his left and then parted his legs
somewhat. "Or, was it like this?"
"Exactly. You were there. Exactly like that."
"I was wearing this same jacket, ne?" It was the green and black
racing jacket with Duo's school letters sewn on the back. "I could
not remember the other clothes I wore; they always came off so
quickly in your dream."
"Oh." Duo still had not joined Heero on the floor. Heero did not try
to read his mood or thoughts, and he could not quite guess what was
going on inside Duo's head. He was surprised Duo was hesitant. It
was rare Duo would refuse an offer like this, and it was always with
some reason, even if Duo did not let on what that reason was at the
And then Duo fell. He slid across the smooth surface of the floor,
his knees slipping beneath Heero's legs, and his hands immediately
lifting Heero, so that he was nearly drawn to sit on Duo's lap. His
cheek touched Heero's and then Duo's lips were on his ear, and then
his neck. Duo smelled like someone who had just been fixing a car.
Heero only had guesses as to what vehicles were in parts in their
There had been a time when Duo would have just sat around and talked
while others repaired their mobile suits and his, but he had
obviously worked hard and learned a lot since then. Not only could
he design a mobile suit, but he could fix things like cars and
dishwashers. Duo had many skills; Heero even liked the smell.
"Heero," he whispered, "you are saying you want to do the things
that I dreamed about?"
Heero laughed, but only a little. He was certain guys did not really
like their lovers to laugh at them, and nice men did not like it
either. "Was this the one time you were not checking out my ass, Duo-
Duo made some sound of protest, but his left hand slipped to the
back of Heero's jeans, which had actually belonged to Duo once, and
found the small container of lube. He would have come upon the
condoms if he searched the other pocket, but Duo did not bother
continuing the search.
"If I told someone you did things like this, they would not even
"I can think of a few who would believe", Heero said in monotone.
Then, he wondered if he came across as completely unimpulsive, or
only unlikely to be submissive in any way.
Duo kissed him on the lips, but it was brief. "Thank you! This is an
excellent house-warming! You are so kewl! You will tell me if you
don't like something that I dreamt?"
Heero smiled and looked Duo in the eyes. His Duo-chan was truly
precious to show such concern for a lover. He was a very good
boyfriend. "It has been over four months." Heero lifted a finger to
Duo's lips. "I would not insult you by saying I did not like
something that you wanted, I would just use our safeword so you knew
I needed to stop for a while and maybe offer some options. Now,
C'mon, Baby, you know you want to fuck me."
"Aw, yeah, I like that. Kiss me, then say that."
Heero lifted his head, opened his mouth and kissed Duo. Duo's tongue
ran over his teeth, and Heero ran his tongue over Duo's. Their
mouths were sealed to each other and then parted; it made Heero's
heart race and his cock feel heavy. Duo began groping at Heero's
clothing and Heero was forced to put one hand to the floor to
support some of their weight, or else fall hard, and he did not
really want to hit his head again; he had probably lost enough brain
cells for a lifetime.
Duo lifted his head and looked from side to side. For a moment Heero
thought he was looking for the dogs, but then Heero was not so
certain. Just when he had gotten really into things Duo was
stopping; it was a terrible tease. Duo did not tease, he said. "What
is it?" Heero whispered.
"Ne, Heero, when I had that dream, it was this room, wasn't it?"
"Looks like it."
"But I have been having a dream like that for a while, from before I
thought of finding a house and saw this one."
Heero sighed. "You are thinking too much. You realize I am on a
floor and offering to let you have your way with me. Duo-chan, your
way. It was getting hot…"
"Heero." His eyes flashed back to Heero, but then he looked away
again. "Maybe it was not exactly this room, and only the recent
times I had the dream it became this room, because I wanted it to
"I am sure that could happen. Maybe I influenced your dream. I
remember it started with us coming home on the bikes and sometimes
things did not get past us being on a bike, then, if your sleep was
not disturbed, there was the house with trees and the wooden floor."
"You bought the bikes."
"Yeah," Duo sighed.
"Tell me so we will not interrupt each other again. How did things
go at work, and when do you have to be at school?"
Duo looked again at Heero and grinned. "Finished all my work on the
Tinman until a presentation or live test is asked for. I don't go to
Stanford until the 18th."
"Then, C'mon, Baby, fuck me. If you can come for me within two
minutes I'll let you do it again, but after that, I will enjoy
pumping your ass for the next two weeks."
The threat had an obvious effect on Duo. "T-two minutes from now?"
"I start counting as soon as you have us out of our clothing, except
for the jacket, of course."
"Heero." He fell to kissing Heero again, and it was hot. Duo had
them out of their clothes and Heero back in his racing jacket within
two minutes. He offered the lube to Heero then. "Will you do it for me?"
It would help Duo along if he did, and since Heero really did feel
like playing for more than two minutes, he wanted to enable Duo to
do what he asked of him. Heero took the tube from Duo and opened it,
crunching his abs to remain sitting upright as he did. Duo's hands
were on his thighs.
Heero looked down to work the clear gel onto Duo's dick. He heard
Duo's irregular breaths and glanced up to his face. He did not think
it would take Duo so long as two minutes. It had been almost three
weeks since they had been together, and there was no sign Duo had
spent his time masturbating the last couple days, only that he had
been piloting a shuttle, negotiating with salvagers, moving
furniture and likely working on motorcycles. His hands were not even
Duo's hands felt good, so Heero did not even care that he was
getting dirty. He had Duo's dick in his hands again; he was happy.
Four days alone, two weeks to spend nights together, and Duo didn't
have to start Preventer assignments until October 2nd. They might
both be very spoiled this month.
"You wanna just bring me off now?" Duo asked.
Heero shook his head. The point here was to see how great Duo looked
when he was allowed to nail Heero to the floorboards, just like in
his dream. Heero took his hands from Duo, leaned back and rested his
weight on his elbows again. He needed something appropriately dirty
to say, or wanted, because he knew Duo would like it. "Now! Just
nail me to the floor, right now!"
"Say you want me," Duo said, but his voice was pleading.
"I want you!"
Heero lowered his head slowly to the floor and spread his arms to
his sides. He could see Duo looking down at him and licking his
lips. Duo's dick nudged his ass, and then the nudge was followed by
a determined push and Heero closed his eyes. Ichi, ni, san…
When Heero forced his eyes open he saw determination and glee in
Duo's face. It was good. Duo's braid slipped over his shoulder and
swung back and forth, striking his arm or Heero's leg, as he moved.
His hands were on Heero, sometime grasping one of his hips or the
other, sometimes pressed to abdomen or thigh.
Duo's movements were intentional; shallow and steady. His eyes
seemed fixed on Heero's body, perhaps even on his cock. Neither of
them bothered to touch it. Heero was confident he would get plenty
of attention in the future, and Duo did not have the time.
He raised his eyes to Heero's face and Heero could see the
realization in Duo that Heero had been watching his face all along.
So, he knew that while the offer to play out the fantasy was very
much for Duo, it was also done so that Heero could see what his
lover looked like when given permission to pleasure them both as he
Duo's movements became rapid and more forceful. "You bastard," he
said, but his eyes remained on Heero's. Heero did not believe Duo
was truly angry, only working out frustrations with Heero's smugness
and demands. Frustrations were best worked out, Heero thought.
"Show me! Show me what you can do!"
"Bastard, bastard, bastard!"
That look came suddenly upon Duo's face and his body seized. In a
photo, it might have just seemed funny, but the expression
fascinated Heero. Duo's brain locking and crashing all for him; it
was just the best.
Duo almost fell, but caught himself with his arms and leaned over
Heero, looking at him. "I hate you so much," he said, but Heero knew
he absolutely meant the opposite. It was not a lie, only teasing.
"You're language processor is toast; you love me." Maybe his tone
was flat and tinged with smugness.
Duo sucked in a breath, nodded, laughed. "I do. I love you. You are
so fuckin' full of yourself sometimes!"
Duo lowered himself; Heero could feel his weight and skin pressing
down on his body. He kissed Heero's face. "So, how was I on time?"
"I lost count."
"I think I should get an automatic win for that!"
Heero smiled. "I think so too, though, my estimate is that you
really were under the two minutes."
Duo kissed the right side of Heero's face, close to his ear. He
whispered to him then, "I know you are not really so self-centered,
but it is irksome when you seem to enjoy your power over me a little
"You would rather I did not enjoy seeing you feel pleasure?"
"You weren't `tuning in'?"
"No. I was not, but you gave me permission to do that. Are you not
"No, I am. It's just I can feel kinda uncomfortable, because
sometimes I get this weird vibe, like, you seem to enjoy the power
more than me."
"No, Duo. It was never like that. You are mine to use and keep and
punish, in love. Duo, you made me lose count. I was not coldly
watching you work for a climax or feeding from you like some…
vampire. It was my ass! I felt it all. You were fucking me."
"My ass is twitching and sore. I am lying on a hard floor with your
letters on my jacket. And I am being smug?"
"I am pretty good," Duo whispered, his lips gliding over Heero's
cheek. "I don't know what I was thinking, being all depressed. That
is so unlike me." His tone was all glee and playfulness
"It is a fact that sex alters biochemistry," Heero said and was
prevented from saying more by Duo's mouth sucking at his. Heero fed
Duo his tongue and willed the rest of his body to relax. It seemed
several minutes passed and then Duo broke the kiss and lifted his
head. He flashed a particularly mischievous grin and then ducked to
put his mouth to Heero's chest.
Heero could not see what Duo did very clearly, due to the position
of his head and Duo's hair, but he could certainly feel Duo's teeth
on his left nipple and the hot shiver that sent though his
body. "Please," he said.
Duo laughed. His teeth tugged at Heero's nipple.
"Duo." The two minutes Heero had given Duo to bring himself to
climax had felt good to Heero, but had not included quite enough
mental or physical stimulation to bring Heero to orgasm. His body
wanted. He wanted. "Duo-chan." Heero pivoted his hips in effort to
work his cock against Duo's stomach.
Duo lifted his body slightly, seemingly to deny Heero. He raised his
head then as well, so that only some part of his legs, his braid,
and one finger remained in contact with Heero. He circled that
finger about Heero's right nipple mercilessly. "You know what I
Duo would tell him. "What?"
"I think you're in a `fuck me' kind of mood."
"What are you talking about?"
Duo chuckled. "Really, are you? I can't read minds. I think you are
though. I'm pretty confident in my abilities, but you have to admit,
you coming to see me and offering to bottom without some elaborate
girly costume seems just a bit out of character."
Duo smiled down at him. "So, are you? It's OK if you are. I think
everyone has days when they just want to get fucked!"
"A girly costume would not have worked for that fantasy, would it?"
"No. No, but I did not ask you to do this, and I have not even
finished assembling the bikes, and yet, you chose today to play this
out." Duo grinned. "Chose today and challenged me to do it once
quickly so you could have me fuck you again properly."
It was all probably true, and there was no shame in it, but at the
same time, Heero did not really like that Duo had realized something
about him that he had not himself previously realized. He also did
not like that Duo was teasing, even if it might not be teasing,
since he was likely going to completely satisfy Heero in the near
future. "Yes, well, even if it's true, there is nothing wrong with
it. As you said, sometimes people just get in a particular mood. And
if I do want to get fucked today it is probably your fault for
telling me those bedtime stories!"
There had been several episodes told over the phone in the past
couple weeks and though Duo had included scenes involving the sexual
activity of many of the characters who were clearly inspired by
Heero, Duo and their friends, the majority of the scenes involved
the most Duo-like character completely dominating the most Heero-
like character, and most recently, this Heero-like character was
finding his enslavement emotionally, intellectually and physically
Heero was fairly confident that he was unlike that character and he
knew his own desires, but Duo told the stories in such a way that
Heero found them arousing.
So, maybe he had subconsciously wanted to be fucked today. Heero
felt like being Master, or Dom or Top with Duo was very satisfying,
but he was a man, with a perfectly male body, and he was well aware
that he was attracted to men and liked dick and yes, he liked being
fucked. Now Duo had brought it up, it was not really subconscious.
It was conscious and certain in Heero's mind: he did feel like he
wanted Duo to fuck him today. Repeatedly or hard would be a good way
for Duo to go about it.
Maybe, he did not want to be in control. Duo had understood that
about him before, Heero knew. It was not so much that Heero sought
to be dominated himself, he actually did not find that satisfying in
the way that Duo could. It was more that there were days when he did
not want to feel in control of Duo, or himself. Heero thought,
analytically as he could still having a hard-on from thinking about
fucking and dick so much, the days when he was most stressed, he
wanted to feel mindless lack of control and Duo fucking him was a
really good way to get to that feeling.
Without Duo, he might have eventually abused drugs.
Fortunately, though Shinigami was a bottom boy, as Duo said, it was
also true Duo could fuck like a machine and probably felt safe
enough with Heero now that he could accept control, even if he still
got off on the bondage and discipline. Heero was sure of that, Duo
got off of the restraints and punishment and Heero playing at being
Master, but he did not constantly require it to remain satisfied
with the relationship.
Maybe, their time together had brought things to a different kind of
balance. The large amount of time Duo wanted to be dominated was
balanced by the large amount of time Heero was willing to dominate
him, and the smaller time Heero wanted to be out of control was
balanced by the times Duo was very amused to take control. It was
still well balanced, only sometimes they passed each other on the
teeter-totter; Heero had seen children do that, it was a pretty
Heero looked and saw that Duo was looking at him, not really
mischievous or amused, only waiting for an answer. "It is true. I am
in one of those moods. You can help me out, can you, Duo-chan?"
"Loyally and faithfully, Heero-Sensei. I was only waiting to hear
what you wanted."
Heero nodded; his head slid easily on the floor to allow the slight
"Do you still have that pair of red bondage cuffs?"
"I think you can use them in a mood like this. We both know you
could break out of them if you had to, but it isn't really bondage
that works for you. Role-play does, and they make an excellent prop,
don't you think?"
"They are in the trunk," Heero answered honestly.
"Can you go put them on? I want to look for a few things here. I
promise I'll be there very soon and do just what you need. I want
to. I'll have a lot of fun helping you work through this stressful
Duo got up, and freed, Heero was able to sit.
Duo moved into the living room, which was now even more full with
boxes and small pieces of furniture wrapped in sheets of cloth or
plastic. "Hey, how did your job go?" Duo asked casually. "You didn't
cheat on me while you were away and offer me your tight ass out of
guilt?" He laughed.
Heero really did not know what he was going to say until he heard
himself speak, "I flirted with a man in order to gain information,
he gave me his number, even when I said I lived with someone, and he
may loose his job because I chose him as a target over the woman in
"So you want it hard then?" Duo asked. His toned sounded casual.
Duo said nothing else, but moved around the boxes and furniture in a
search, naked, with hair falling loose. Heero rose slowly and went
into the room where he kept his bed. The trunk was there too, and
the pair of red velvet bondage cuffs. He found them linked by a
padlock with key dangling, but he remembered that he had put the
lock there one day.
Heero did not really noticed Duo bringing the mirror into the room
or propping it up aside the bed, not until Duo was already behind
him and touching oiled hands to his back. Heero had not noticed the
massage oil either; he had just sat looking at the cuffs and
"Tell me which of us can force you to wear those cuffs?"
Heero thought for a full second, just to be certain of his
answer. "Only me."
Duo leaned forward over Heero's left shoulder and nibbled at his
ear. He whispered to him, "What can I do?"
"Let me call you `My Prince' and call me `slave', or `Yuri'."
"Hands behind your neck, slave, I will see for myself that these
cuffs are properly fastened."
Heero put his hands, wrists loosely in the pair of cuffs, behind his
neck, and then he felt Duo tighten each cuff at the buckle and
finally heard the lock click closed.
"Lean forward, eyes toward the mirror."
Heero leaned, awkwardly. He rested his weight in his knees and
elbows and raised his eyes to the mirror. He could see Duo behind
him, looking pleased. Heero could feel Duo's hands on his back. He
felt Duo's fingers slip between his buttocks, and the contact with
This was what he desired today. The position and the mirror before
him and the role-play did not really matter. He wanted Duo's dick
and he wanted Duo's hands on his body, and he wanted absolutely
mindless climax of pleasure. He was sure Duo would know that he
wanted it hard. If it hurt, that would be OK with Heero. He would
accept the props and such if it amused Duo; it might even amuse him
Maybe there were people who wanted to see their reflection in a
mirror as they fucked someone, but Heero was sure Duo was someone
more interested in seeing his lover. That was how Heero felt. He
would not look at himself, if his eyes moved over his own
reflection, they were unfocused. He focused on Duo. He might have
been as interested to watch Duo fuck someone else, but that would
have caused strong negative emotions.
Duo was always looking back.
Duo was always looking right at him.
It caused phenomenally strong positive emotions. The intense spikes
of pleasure did not hurt his emotional state at all, but in theory
he did not need Duo to feel sexual gratification, but without Duo,
he would not have had the emotional gratification added to all the
seriously hot sex.
Duo reached a hand toward Heero's head and grasped a handful of
hair. "Up. Sit back." He pulled, and so Heero shifted his weight as
best he could and took the pain in his scalp and the pressure on his
right arm as Duo lifted him. "Here", Duo said and Heero's cuffed
hands were lifted over Duo's head.
Duo put his hands to Heero's chest and nipped at his earlobe. "You
are still thinking", Duo whispered.
Heero did not answer, except to moan at the new position.
"You are still tense. I can feel it. Look. Look at the mirror, not
at your face. Look what I am doing to you."
Heero felt Duo's hands move quickly, the right to his cock and the
left across his chest to his right nipple. He shifted his gaze and
looked. He was penetrated, embraced, stroked, pinched, nipped and he
could see it all happening.
"We both know you can do it. Let go."
It was getting hard to do anything. "Feels good."
"With me? Let's go! You're with me, Baby, C'mon."
"With ya! C'mon. None of your lockin' and crashing, either."
He meant…Heero tried to think, something about Heero forgetting to
breathe. Heero could hear his breaths coming quick. Everything was
about to almost…
"Yeah, Oh, yeah, Baby! Yeah!"
Heero's vision was going black at the edges and he felt his insides
about to flood up and out his ears and it was like some small, very
pleasant thermonuclear device was set off within his body.
"God, yes, Heero, uhn!"
Mindless, except, he knew Duo was with him.
The next thing he was really aware of was his hands being free.
Heero lay down and was aware that Duo lay at his back. His left arm
was between Heero's arm and his side. "I love you so fuckin' much",
Duo said. His lips touched the back of Heero's neck.
Duo shifted, his arm drew away from Heero, but a few seconds later
he slipped his hand beneath Heero's arm and braced his forearm
across Heero's chest. "Found this on the bed."
Heero opened his eyes and reached for Duo's hand. The fingers opened
easily and Heero found his ring, Duo's old class ring. "I take it
off for mis-for jobs."
"I know." Duo's tone said he understood completely. He just wanted
Heero to have it back now. There was a ring on Duo's left hand, and
a watch on the wrist. It was too early for bed.
"You want me to set the alarm? We could take a nap, get up and have
something to eat."
"We should get a shower, then fix dinner together."
"We try that before?"
Heero had to think about it. "No. One of us always fixed food for
the other. I do not think we even shared a bill at a restaurant."
"Mmmn. I think our kitchen is big enough."
"You can be my sues chef."
"Fine by me. After dinner, you want to…?"
"We could start sorting through the things you brought, unless you
want to get back to the garage?"
Duo took a moment to think before his reply. "I don't need to be
anywhere yet. I can work on the vehicles tomorrow, or anytime."
"It will not really be very comfortable here until the construction
is more complete, but we should make certain you have access to the
things you really need until then. The rest can remain piled in the
living or dining room. If we get though it, we will have an idea
what we still need to get for the house."
"If we got married, we could register for gifts."
Heero laughed. "Or we could throw a housewarming party when the
construction is complete."
"We could do that."
"I am not really mad that you keep mentioning it", Heero said
quietly. "Give me at least twenty minutes to rest."
Duo withdrew his hand and Heero heard the series of small beeps
behind him. When the watch was set, Duo's hand came back around
Heero, but this time, Duo did not wear the watch. He knew Heero
found the sound of his alarm jarring.
When Heero woke, the alarm had already been shut off and Duo was
squeezing him. It really did amaze him, when his body just knew Duo
was not an enemy. He had probably known it subconsciously before he
ever realized. "Wanna get a shower?" Duo asked,
"I want to use the toilet first", Heero said quietly.
"'Sallright!" Duo assured him. Heero felt his arms slip away and the
slight shifting within the batting this futon was constructed
of. "I'll go run a bath, huh? And then you can have a soak while I'm
busy with my hair. OK?"
Heero propped himself up, while Duo rant to the bathroom. Heero knew
he was going to feel sore. Such was the result of allowing the
injurious activity infrequently, yet always asking that it be done
When Heero moved through the sliding doors between the toilet and
bathing areas, the large tub was half full of steaming spice-scented
water and Duo was already standing under the overhead rainfall
shower fixture. "It's hot", he said.
Heero stepped up to Duo, to be under the spray. Duo reached behind
to get a puff and soap.
Duo raised his voice to speak over the water as he turned back
around. "If we rigged the shower for voice control, I could just
tell the wall massage jets to spray."
Heero turned and took the hand-held shower head from the cradle on
the wall and then pushed the button to direct water through it. He
had intended to rig much of the house for voice control; it had not
seemed worth doing in the rented apartment. "The running water
amounts to white noise where the mics are concerned. Voice controls
are only viable for programming temperature and settings before the
water begins to run," Heero said flatly.
For about half a minute they did not speak. Heero used the hand-held
to rinse his body, and without invitation or orders, Duo washed
"It was a good thought", Heero said then.
"I already planned to program most of the house for voice control.
You will have to read a chart for me."
"No problem." There was silence between them again, for about ten
seconds, and then Duo shut off the flow of water. The room went very
quiet, but for dripping, lapping and sounds of breathing. "Man,
listen, you don't have to say, `I love you, you were great', every
time, but is there something else you wanna tell me, because you're
really edgy right now.
"Duo", Heero sighed, his back to him.
Duo walked around so that he could see Heero's face. "Hey, get in
the tub, I'll be right back."
Heero saw Duo was leaving the room, dripping wet. "Duo, we have wood
floors! The water!"
"Damnit, I'll clean it up real quick. OK?" He was already in the
Heero climbed into the tub. He did not feel great or wonderful, but
his lack of bliss was likely due to something entirely mundane like
lack of sleep or low blood sugar, so he saw no point in mentioning
how he felt. He certainly did not blame Duo at all, and he did not
believe Duo was obligated to make him feel good all the time, so
there was really no point in complaining to him. There had been no
problem with the sex.
Duo came back and Heero stammered half a word before he realized Duo
was gone again. He had dropped some things in the sink, grabbed a
towel from the shelf high on the wall, and gone into the hall to
wipe up puddles.
When he saw Duo again, hanging the towel, Heero told him what he had
meant to say. "There was nothing wrong with the sex, Duo. I liked
how you chose to do things. If you are reading something into my
words and actions…I mean, I am probably just tired or hungry, and I
did not want to upset you, so that is why I did not tell you how I
Duo shrugged as he was lining up items along the tiled edge of the
tub. Heero saw a small bottle of French-labeled painkillers, a half
liter bottle of water, a complimentary inflatable pillow Heero had
gotten on a commercial shuttle flight once, a gel-filled eye mask he
had not seen before, an orange candy stick from Tangs, and a box of
chocolate pocky Heero had ordered with the groceries. Duo said, "Oh,
here," and added Heero's soap, taken from the hollow in the wall, to
the end of the line.
"Guys like to fix things, right? And when did your not asking me to
help ever stop me from helping you anyway?"
Heero could not recall such a time. Maybe there had been recent
instances when Heero had actually asked Duo to help with something,
or hinted that he had need of help, but in the past, he had never
asked, and Duo had still saved his life, or watched his back, or
given him something he needed. He had probably done the same for
Duo, though he had probably thought it insanity at the time, until
this year. "Thank you, Duo-chan", Heero said quietly.
"Pazhálusta." Duo moved away from the tub, but only a few steps, as
the room was not large, and touched the controls to start the shower
again. "I'll be washing my hair now", He said over the water. "Let
me know if you need anything."
Heero made use of the painkillers first; he only took
one. "Apparently, I will not need for anything, so long as I have
you," he said loudly.
Duo turned his head slightly, as he was lathering shampoo atop his
head, and flashed a smile. "I expect lots of favors in return, of
Heero put the pillow behind his neck, placed the mask over his eyes,
sipped some water, and then put the candy stick in his mouth. It was
a very relaxing bath, he even fell half asleep, until he was roused
by Duo's hands on his shoulders.
Heero felt better and ready to fix dinner with Duo. Duo deserved a
lot of favors. He deserved everything and anything he wished,
because he was not only a good man, but he was an excellent
boyfriend. Heero smiled at him and touched the collar of the red
satin robe Duo. Some day they would have to go back to that hotel
and pick a very interesting room to stay in.