Heero frowned, gripping Duo’s hand in his; he didn’t like anyone, not even Duo himself, talking about his love like that. But he didn’t trust his voice to speak. In the distance between the lips and the ears, sound faded and changed. Better to speak skin to skin, soul to soul, if he could. He took Duo’s hand in both of his and studied it for a moment -- the puzzlework of slowly fading scars, the delicacy of tendon and bone. Silent, he raised Duo’s hand to his face and pressed the scarred palm against his cheek.
He felt Duo’s arm shift and twist, as the longhaired boy turned to look at him, but didn’t look up to see the shocked question on Duo’s face. Instead, he kept his eyes focused on Duo’s hand, gently brushing his fingers over the vein to feel the throbbing pulse. He turned Duo’s unresisting arm over, and ducked down to lay a kiss on the back of Duo’s hand.
The sudden intake of breath sounded very loud through the silence. “Heero?”
At last, Heero raised his eyes to meet Duo’s.
Duo stared at him, eyes wide and gone dark as an eclipse. Heero could feel the pulse in his wrist accelerate; his own heartbeat raced to match it. He had moved into a new place, one more step along the alien journey of heart and soul, and he had absolutely no idea what to do next.
After a moment, Duo moved, turning his hand to reach up and caress Heero’s face. His fingers slipped over Heero’s cheek, his lips -- that parted slightly under the touch -- and traveled upward, past his glittering eyes to dive into the dark, untidy hair. Head tilted to one side, he hesitated, then leaned in and kissed Heero long and deep.
By now it was a familiar feeling, a ritual of comfort that Heero knew and recognized -- the breath-sharing touch that he had used to save Duo’s life. But this was new, the way that Duo drank of his mouth, the electric sensations caused by his tongue sliding over Heero’s. It woke something inside of him, something almost hunger and almost pain but so much more glorious than either of them. Of their own accord, his arms slid up around Duo, rubbing gently over the deep scars on his back and urging him closer.
The longhaired boy readily obliged, inching forward until he was straddling Heero’s legs, with his chest pressed close against the soldier’s. Heero gasped, muffled against Duo’s mouth, and had to pull back just enough that he could search for an answer in Duo’s eyes. “Gods,” he whispered, his breath washing over Duo’s lips and receiving the warmth in return. “What... what are you doing to me, Duo?”
Re: Spoil of War, book 2
Date: 2006-02-28 01:31 am (UTC)He felt Duo’s arm shift and twist, as the longhaired boy turned to look at him, but didn’t look up to see the shocked question on Duo’s face. Instead, he kept his eyes focused on Duo’s hand, gently brushing his fingers over the vein to feel the throbbing pulse. He turned Duo’s unresisting arm over, and ducked down to lay a kiss on the back of Duo’s hand.
The sudden intake of breath sounded very loud through the silence. “Heero?”
At last, Heero raised his eyes to meet Duo’s.
Duo stared at him, eyes wide and gone dark as an eclipse. Heero could feel the pulse in his wrist accelerate; his own heartbeat raced to match it. He had moved into a new place, one more step along the alien journey of heart and soul, and he had absolutely no idea what to do next.
After a moment, Duo moved, turning his hand to reach up and caress Heero’s face. His fingers slipped over Heero’s cheek, his lips -- that parted slightly under the touch -- and traveled upward, past his glittering eyes to dive into the dark, untidy hair. Head tilted to one side, he hesitated, then leaned in and kissed Heero long and deep.
By now it was a familiar feeling, a ritual of comfort that Heero knew and recognized -- the breath-sharing touch that he had used to save Duo’s life. But this was new, the way that Duo drank of his mouth, the electric sensations caused by his tongue sliding over Heero’s. It woke something inside of him, something almost hunger and almost pain but so much more glorious than either of them. Of their own accord, his arms slid up around Duo, rubbing gently over the deep scars on his back and urging him closer.
The longhaired boy readily obliged, inching forward until he was straddling Heero’s legs, with his chest pressed close against the soldier’s. Heero gasped, muffled against Duo’s mouth, and had to pull back just enough that he could search for an answer in Duo’s eyes. “Gods,” he whispered, his breath washing over Duo’s lips and receiving the warmth in return. “What... what are you doing to me, Duo?”