Still in the grip of his own climax, Heero shuddered in pleasure as he felt the warm liquid flooding his insides. Duo bowed forward, his hair falling over his shoulders to puddle silkenly on Heero’s chest. “So beautiful...” he whispered, staring dazedly at the expression of rapture on Duo’s face.
“...love you,” came a muffled response, as Duo spent himself inside Heero and the muscles in his back and legs began to relax.
For a moment they stayed, unmoving in the aftermath of what they had both experienced. At last Duo stirred; the rush of need had passed, and he felt guilt threaten. “Heero?” he said breathlessly, kissing his lover’s still face. “Are you all right, Heero? Did I -- did I --” Biting his lip, Duo started to pull out of his lover, though every fiber of his being cried in protest.
Heero’s hand shot out and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him back down again. “Don’t even think it,” he said sternly, though still catching his breath himself. “I wanted this as much as you. So stay. Please?”
Duo breathed a sigh of relief, and relaxed down onto Heero’s chest, still inside him. “I’ll never leave you if you don’t want me to,” he murmured.
“I’ll never want that.” They lay dazed in the afterglow, reveling in the lasting warmth, as exhaustion threatened. Heero had been in a hard, nearly constant struggle for nearly three days now; Duo, though not as physically active, was still plagued by lingering weakness and the emotional turmoil the past day had been.
“I thought you had died,” Duo began, after a while to sleep. “I thought I would never see you again. It hurt so much...”
“Don’t talk about it,” Heero commanded, silencing him with a kiss. “The past is over, and I’m not ready for the future yet. Just be with me now, and it will be enough.”
“Yes,” Duo sighed, and, laying his head on Heero’s shoulders, closed his eyes. It was enough; it was more than they had ever dreamed of having.
Re: Spoil of War, book 2
Date: 2006-02-28 01:48 am (UTC)“...love you,” came a muffled response, as Duo spent himself inside Heero and the muscles in his back and legs began to relax.
For a moment they stayed, unmoving in the aftermath of what they had both experienced. At last Duo stirred; the rush of need had passed, and he felt guilt threaten. “Heero?” he said breathlessly, kissing his lover’s still face. “Are you all right, Heero? Did I -- did I --” Biting his lip, Duo started to pull out of his lover, though every fiber of his being cried in protest.
Heero’s hand shot out and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him back down again. “Don’t even think it,” he said sternly, though still catching his breath himself. “I wanted this as much as you. So stay. Please?”
Duo breathed a sigh of relief, and relaxed down onto Heero’s chest, still inside him. “I’ll never leave you if you don’t want me to,” he murmured.
“I’ll never want that.” They lay dazed in the afterglow, reveling in the lasting warmth, as exhaustion threatened. Heero had been in a hard, nearly constant struggle for nearly three days now; Duo, though not as physically active, was still plagued by lingering weakness and the emotional turmoil the past day had been.
“I thought you had died,” Duo began, after a while to sleep. “I thought I would never see you again. It hurt so much...”
“Don’t talk about it,” Heero commanded, silencing him with a kiss. “The past is over, and I’m not ready for the future yet. Just be with me now, and it will be enough.”
“Yes,” Duo sighed, and, laying his head on Heero’s shoulders, closed his eyes. It was enough; it was more than they had ever dreamed of having.