Here's more of that damned RFO...
Jun. 23rd, 2001 10:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windandwaterRelena moved back into the mansion, her cheeks burning as she realized that she had just eavesdropped on a private conversation. While finding out that Quatre and Trowa were lovers was not unexpected — the Winner heir could be very obvious at times — it was surprising. Relena never thought of boys, especially ones like the former Gundam pilots, as having such conversations. And she had never heard Trowa speak that much in her acquaintance with him. Relena tossed her hair back; it was time to move onto more important things — specifically, Heero. The Japanese boy was in the house somewhere. All she had to do was find the library.
Mission accepted, Relena thought with a little smile.
The blonde Vice Foreign Minister searched through all of the open rooms on the ground floor for fifteen minutes with no success. Finally, she came to the end of the hallway, where a set of French doors stood partly opened. Relena crept to the door, cautiously peering into the room from the crack.
The first thing she saw was a far wall, books lining the shelves up to the ceiling. Yes! she thought triumphantly. I found the library! The second thing she saw was a huge gap in the wall, bare of books. Instead of shelves, a large gilt mirror reflected the other side of the room, which Relena could not see from her vantage point. And there, reflected in the mirror, was Heero Yuy.
The dark-haired boy was sprawled across the large couch, just as Trowa had said. Relena could see that he was only wearing a crumpled green tank top and dark boxers, his jeans lying in a pile on the floor. The blanket which had covered him had been kicked off in his sleep, half of it covering a funny lump near the sofa. Just as she was wondering what exactly the odd-shaped lump was, it moved and Relena had to smother a gasp. The lump shifted, blanket falling to the floor, and Relena realized that the lump was Duo Maxwell. Duo was curled up against the couch, his head resting against the cushions in a way that Relena was sure wasn't comfortable. Duo's movement did its job though, disturbing Heero enough to wake him. Cobalt blue eyes blinked open slowly, trying to focus. Heero stretched like a cat, flashing a quick glimpse of pale belly, before he ran a hand through his hair, messing up the already tousled bangs even more. Finally awake, Heero's gaze snapped down to Duo, who had apparently decided that throwing his arm out across Heero's chest was more comfortable.
Relena watched as a small smile lifted Heero's lips. He gentle fingered Duo's bangs, pushing them away from the sleeping face. Searching for a moment with his free hand, Heero caught hold of Duo's long braid. The smile now had a touch of mischief and Heero pulled the tie off of the braid, tossing the piece of elastic negligently aside. With painstaking care, Heero unraveled Duo's braid inch by inch until he was covered in a waterfall of chestnut hair. Relena couldn't help but admire Duo's hair. She had never seen the American boy with his hair down before, and wondered why. Duo's hair was beautiful. Apparently, Heero thought the same thing because he started to finger comb the long tresses, running his hands sensuously through that soft mane.
Relena frowned. She didn't like the look on Heero's face as he played with Duo's hair.
As Heero's hands continued to work through Duo's hair, the boy purred in his sleep, incoherent mumbling that evidenced that he was enjoying the feeling greatly. A small frown crossed Duo's face as he moved from the realm of dreams to the one of reality. Violet eyes snapped open and Duo jerked his head towards Heero in shock.
"Heero?!" the boy yelped in surprise, confused by the fact that Heero was awake and covered by chestnut strands. Duo shook his head, freeing his hair from Heero's grip and eyeing his long hair with dismay. "You are such a *freak*."
"Is that all you can say to me?" Heero replied, arms crossed over his chest as he watched the American sitting on the floor.
"Well, what do ya want me to say? I'm not even awake yet and you're already playing with my hair. How long have you had this hair fetish? You didn't even ask for permission first."
Heero smirked as he watched Duo stretch and rub the sleep out of his eyes, then bat ineffectually at the hair that got in his way. "I couldn't ask for your permission. You were asleep."
Duo stuck his tongue out at the Japanese boy. "Ha ha ha. Yeah. Funny. Where'd you put my hair thingy?" Duo's fingers flew, rapidly braiding down his hair again.
"Your hair thingy?"
"Yes! My hair thingy! That little piece of elastic that I use to keep my hair back! Jeeze, I should know not to argue with you in the morning by now." Duo scowled at Heero and held tightly to the end of his newly braided hair.
"Oh. *That* hair thingy. It's... somewhere. I didn't see where it landed."
Duo muttered something and let go of his braid, allowing the whole mass to unravel again. Heero's hands shot out, grasping the smooth strands and fingering them loose.
"Good. I like it when your hair is down." Duo didn't bother to complain, and Heero continued to smirk as the other boy started to purr under his hands. "Duo? Why were you sleeping on the floor?"
Duo looked up at Heero, a faint blush across his cheeks. "Well, when I found out from Trowa that you were here, I hightailed it down. But, you were already asleep and I didn't want to wake you."
"You could have slept on the couch, too."
"It wasn't that bad, Heero. I've slept in worse places. I'm just glad Quatre has carpet down here and not tile. Besides, like I said, I didn't want to bother you."
Heero frowned. "You never bother me, Duo." Without warning, Heero grabbed Duo by the arms and pulled him onto the sofa. Duo yelped in an undignified way and landed sprawled across Heero. The other boy compensated immediately, cradling Duo's body with his own, arms locking like iron around the slim waist. "Anyway, isn't this a more comfortable position than laying on the floor?"
Duo laughed, his arms sliding up Heero's chest and around his shoulders. He bent his face low, so that his violet eyes could stare into Heero's cobalt ones, their noses brushing. "Yeah, much better. But it doesn't make up for you playing with my hair without my permission."
Relena didn't like the way things were going one bit.
"Oh really?" Heero asked, his voice dropping a noticeable octave. "And what can I do to earn your favor again?" He shifted beneath Duo, his hips thrusting up slightly, one leg sliding easily between Duo's. His hands skimmed Duo's sides before wrapping around his waist again.
Pale hands toyed with the material of Heero's tank top. "Hhhhmmmm... I don't know what you could do. Playing with my hair is a severe offense. And you were gone for such a long time, too." Duo buried his face against Heero's neck, breathing in the scent of his boyfriend.
"Duo..." Heero's voice had changed, serious once again. "You know I couldn't help it."
"Yeah. Yeah. I know. It was a mission. Well, you can't blame me for missing you just a tiny little bit."
"A tiny little bit?"
Duo grinned. "Of course! Though, if you had stayed away any longer I probably would have had to take Wufei into my bed."
"Duo," Heero growled, his arms tightening.
The American was unfazed. "Oh? Is someone getting jealous?"
"You belong to me, Duo."
"Wrong, Heero Yuy. I don't belong to anyone."
Heero made a sound between a snarl and a moan. His head darted up, catching Duo's lips in a fiery kiss. His hands trailed up, one keeping Duo's head in place, the other searching and roaming over Duo's body, tugging impatiently at his clothes. Duo for his part remained unfazed; he had expected Heero's reaction and relished in the taste of his lover after so long. One of his hands speared through Heero's dark hair, and one worked down under the green tank top. The two boys on the couch writhed against each other, switching positions without breaking the kiss. Heero now straddled the smaller boy, thrusting his hips against Duo's, even as his tongue repeatedly dipped and plundered the American's mouth. Heero broke the kiss roughly, panting as he stared down at Duo's flushed face and bruised lips. "You're *mine,*" he repeated.
Duo only grinned. "I'll let you believe that for now." His arms twined up, wrapping around Heero's shoulders once again.
Heero gave a long sigh and collapsed against Duo, running his hands through those long chestnut strands once again. "How the hell do you do this to me, Duo?" he asked, an exasperated note in his voice.
"It's called ‘love,' Heero. And nobody understands it."
Mission accepted, Relena thought with a little smile.
The blonde Vice Foreign Minister searched through all of the open rooms on the ground floor for fifteen minutes with no success. Finally, she came to the end of the hallway, where a set of French doors stood partly opened. Relena crept to the door, cautiously peering into the room from the crack.
The first thing she saw was a far wall, books lining the shelves up to the ceiling. Yes! she thought triumphantly. I found the library! The second thing she saw was a huge gap in the wall, bare of books. Instead of shelves, a large gilt mirror reflected the other side of the room, which Relena could not see from her vantage point. And there, reflected in the mirror, was Heero Yuy.
The dark-haired boy was sprawled across the large couch, just as Trowa had said. Relena could see that he was only wearing a crumpled green tank top and dark boxers, his jeans lying in a pile on the floor. The blanket which had covered him had been kicked off in his sleep, half of it covering a funny lump near the sofa. Just as she was wondering what exactly the odd-shaped lump was, it moved and Relena had to smother a gasp. The lump shifted, blanket falling to the floor, and Relena realized that the lump was Duo Maxwell. Duo was curled up against the couch, his head resting against the cushions in a way that Relena was sure wasn't comfortable. Duo's movement did its job though, disturbing Heero enough to wake him. Cobalt blue eyes blinked open slowly, trying to focus. Heero stretched like a cat, flashing a quick glimpse of pale belly, before he ran a hand through his hair, messing up the already tousled bangs even more. Finally awake, Heero's gaze snapped down to Duo, who had apparently decided that throwing his arm out across Heero's chest was more comfortable.
Relena watched as a small smile lifted Heero's lips. He gentle fingered Duo's bangs, pushing them away from the sleeping face. Searching for a moment with his free hand, Heero caught hold of Duo's long braid. The smile now had a touch of mischief and Heero pulled the tie off of the braid, tossing the piece of elastic negligently aside. With painstaking care, Heero unraveled Duo's braid inch by inch until he was covered in a waterfall of chestnut hair. Relena couldn't help but admire Duo's hair. She had never seen the American boy with his hair down before, and wondered why. Duo's hair was beautiful. Apparently, Heero thought the same thing because he started to finger comb the long tresses, running his hands sensuously through that soft mane.
Relena frowned. She didn't like the look on Heero's face as he played with Duo's hair.
As Heero's hands continued to work through Duo's hair, the boy purred in his sleep, incoherent mumbling that evidenced that he was enjoying the feeling greatly. A small frown crossed Duo's face as he moved from the realm of dreams to the one of reality. Violet eyes snapped open and Duo jerked his head towards Heero in shock.
"Heero?!" the boy yelped in surprise, confused by the fact that Heero was awake and covered by chestnut strands. Duo shook his head, freeing his hair from Heero's grip and eyeing his long hair with dismay. "You are such a *freak*."
"Is that all you can say to me?" Heero replied, arms crossed over his chest as he watched the American sitting on the floor.
"Well, what do ya want me to say? I'm not even awake yet and you're already playing with my hair. How long have you had this hair fetish? You didn't even ask for permission first."
Heero smirked as he watched Duo stretch and rub the sleep out of his eyes, then bat ineffectually at the hair that got in his way. "I couldn't ask for your permission. You were asleep."
Duo stuck his tongue out at the Japanese boy. "Ha ha ha. Yeah. Funny. Where'd you put my hair thingy?" Duo's fingers flew, rapidly braiding down his hair again.
"Your hair thingy?"
"Yes! My hair thingy! That little piece of elastic that I use to keep my hair back! Jeeze, I should know not to argue with you in the morning by now." Duo scowled at Heero and held tightly to the end of his newly braided hair.
"Oh. *That* hair thingy. It's... somewhere. I didn't see where it landed."
Duo muttered something and let go of his braid, allowing the whole mass to unravel again. Heero's hands shot out, grasping the smooth strands and fingering them loose.
"Good. I like it when your hair is down." Duo didn't bother to complain, and Heero continued to smirk as the other boy started to purr under his hands. "Duo? Why were you sleeping on the floor?"
Duo looked up at Heero, a faint blush across his cheeks. "Well, when I found out from Trowa that you were here, I hightailed it down. But, you were already asleep and I didn't want to wake you."
"You could have slept on the couch, too."
"It wasn't that bad, Heero. I've slept in worse places. I'm just glad Quatre has carpet down here and not tile. Besides, like I said, I didn't want to bother you."
Heero frowned. "You never bother me, Duo." Without warning, Heero grabbed Duo by the arms and pulled him onto the sofa. Duo yelped in an undignified way and landed sprawled across Heero. The other boy compensated immediately, cradling Duo's body with his own, arms locking like iron around the slim waist. "Anyway, isn't this a more comfortable position than laying on the floor?"
Duo laughed, his arms sliding up Heero's chest and around his shoulders. He bent his face low, so that his violet eyes could stare into Heero's cobalt ones, their noses brushing. "Yeah, much better. But it doesn't make up for you playing with my hair without my permission."
Relena didn't like the way things were going one bit.
"Oh really?" Heero asked, his voice dropping a noticeable octave. "And what can I do to earn your favor again?" He shifted beneath Duo, his hips thrusting up slightly, one leg sliding easily between Duo's. His hands skimmed Duo's sides before wrapping around his waist again.
Pale hands toyed with the material of Heero's tank top. "Hhhhmmmm... I don't know what you could do. Playing with my hair is a severe offense. And you were gone for such a long time, too." Duo buried his face against Heero's neck, breathing in the scent of his boyfriend.
"Duo..." Heero's voice had changed, serious once again. "You know I couldn't help it."
"Yeah. Yeah. I know. It was a mission. Well, you can't blame me for missing you just a tiny little bit."
"A tiny little bit?"
Duo grinned. "Of course! Though, if you had stayed away any longer I probably would have had to take Wufei into my bed."
"Duo," Heero growled, his arms tightening.
The American was unfazed. "Oh? Is someone getting jealous?"
"You belong to me, Duo."
"Wrong, Heero Yuy. I don't belong to anyone."
Heero made a sound between a snarl and a moan. His head darted up, catching Duo's lips in a fiery kiss. His hands trailed up, one keeping Duo's head in place, the other searching and roaming over Duo's body, tugging impatiently at his clothes. Duo for his part remained unfazed; he had expected Heero's reaction and relished in the taste of his lover after so long. One of his hands speared through Heero's dark hair, and one worked down under the green tank top. The two boys on the couch writhed against each other, switching positions without breaking the kiss. Heero now straddled the smaller boy, thrusting his hips against Duo's, even as his tongue repeatedly dipped and plundered the American's mouth. Heero broke the kiss roughly, panting as he stared down at Duo's flushed face and bruised lips. "You're *mine,*" he repeated.
Duo only grinned. "I'll let you believe that for now." His arms twined up, wrapping around Heero's shoulders once again.
Heero gave a long sigh and collapsed against Duo, running his hands through those long chestnut strands once again. "How the hell do you do this to me, Duo?" he asked, an exasperated note in his voice.
"It's called ‘love,' Heero. And nobody understands it."