WARNING: This story is adult themed. If you have a problem with BDSM in any form, don't read it. Any BDSM themed story I write will follow the precepts of Safe Sane and Consensual. That's the only way I know how to play. If you have any problem with malexmale then don't read it. I will not be responsible for the narrowed minded who cannot follow directions.
There's a new game
Duo sighed heavily, worry battling with excitement for supremacy. The war evidenced in the changing expressions on his face before he sighed again. "All right Heero, we'll do it. But. And this is a big BUT, we do it my way or no way. I mean it Heero, do not attempt to second guess me in this." Duo's voice had taken on a distinct edge that was unfamiliar to Heero. He stared at the adamant young man with new eyes, seeing the strength and command he possessed. And wondered where it had been hiding all this time.
It was merely the latest in a long list of surprises that the violet eyed one had sprung upon him lately. The changes had him whirling internally. Wondering if he'd ever really known Duo at all or if Duo somehow managed to acquire hyperjammers for his mind.
Duo watched the faint expressions running across Heero's face and smiled slowly. "You just weren't looking closely enough Heero." Heero glanced up, startled. "Your face is easy to read... for me at least." Heero swallowed hard as he absorbed that statement. Something akin to shock appeared in his eyes as he realized that indeed he did not know Duo as well as he should. Duo's grin was a mixture of the familiar and something else. Something darker and more sensual. "Oh but we'll fix that right quick like Heero."
"Meet me here tonight, 8, sharp" With that, Duo sauntered slowly toward the door, stopping just over the threshold and glancing back over his shoulder. "Oh and Heero? You'd better be naked and on your knees when I get here." Duo grinned again and turned to walk out the door, leaving a gaping Heero standing alone in the middle of the room, wondering just what he'd gotten himself into....
Two hours previous:
It all started with a magazine. Duo tended to be slightly less than careful with his things and this was no exception. Heero walked into their shared bedroom and surveyed the destruction with a grimace. Carefully picking his way through a minefield of clothes, discs and hair ties, idly wondering where Duo had managed to find a pair of boxers with tiny gundams on them. He stopped suddenly. In the peripherary of his vision he spied something... different. Intriguing. Hiding in the folds of the top sheet of Duo's bed was a magazine. Heero moved toward the bed and fished the magazine from the sheet. And dropped it like a hot potato.
Heero frowned at himself and reached for the magazine again, staring at the cover and completely absorbed. Without thinking he plopped down on Duo's bed and scanned every millimetre of the cover. "I never knew he was into *that*.. " Heero muttered to himself, thinking about what he did know. Duo was a hard one to figure, he was an equal opportunity flirt, he seemed to enjoy the company of men and women equally. He had scores of posters and magazines each depicting a different image of the exquisite intricacy that is the human body. Of all ages. Of both sexes. Heero himself was still struggling with his own sexual identity, never having had much of a need for it in the past. He discovered, much to his chagrin, that testosterone will out whether he wanted it to or not.
Heero resumed his focus on the cover of the magazine, scanning the face and the expression. Pictured there was a man, a naked man. The naked man was draped face down across the leather clad lap of what appeared to be another man. The owner of the lap was blurred at the edges of the photograph but what was visible appeared to be masculine. The arm of the seated man was shown in an arcing blur that terminated with his hand connecting hard with the naked man's behind. Heero blinked twice and looked again, concentrating this time on the naked man's face. Heero gasped sharply as he took in the expression. An expression that was a mingling of intense pain and sheer joy, utter humiliation and extreme peace. The combination producing something beatific, something that reached out and grabbed Heero deep inside his chest and gave a hard squeeze.
Mindlessly Heero lifted a hand to touch his face and found it hot. Heero blinked again, wondering what was happening to him and realized. He was blushing. "Oh for god's sake.." he muttered "I don't have time for this".
At that moment Fate in the form of Duo Maxwell decided to have its wicked way with the testy young man. Duo dashed into the room as though pushed and Heero leaped from the bed like a scalded cat, the magazine flying from his grasp to land at Duo's feet. Duo's mouth closed with a snap as he saw what Heero had been looking at. Amethyst eyes met cobalt blue in a tense silence. For once Heero was the one to break the silence. "Duo.. I... I apologize.."
Duo blinked and gaped. "ummm... for what Heero?"
".. for invading your personal space and touching your private property..." Heero wondered if it was physically possible for a person's face to get any redder than his was at that moment.
Finally Duo grinned. "No worries Heero, it's just a magazine, I've got lots of them and.... " Duo's voice trailed off at the look in Heero's eyes. A look that he hadn't yet cataloged in his inner notebook of Yuyology. "ummm... Heero? hey... what's wrong? are you ok?"
"No... I don't think I am... "
"Ah geez Heero, you're not pissed are you? I'm sorry, I should have put those away better, I didn't mean for you to see them... I'll toss them out if you want... " Duo made the promise while fervently hoping he wouldn't have to toss out his best stash.
"No Duo... that's not what I want"
Duo breathed a sigh of relief and grinned again, attempting to lighten the atmosphere some. "Well ok good... ummm... what do you want then?"
"... I... I... I want to... I want to feel..." growling in frustration at himself and his feelings, Heero pointed to the face on the magazine, the face of the naked man on the front cover of a magazine titled Cosmopolitan Domination. He took a deep breath and tried again. "... that... I want that.."