Goodbye LJ...

[windandwater]

This is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.

So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;

Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!

♥

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Re: Spoil of War, book 2

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

No sooner had the tent flap fallen closed behind them than Heero found himself being pressed steadily backwards. Duo’s mouth was joined with Heero’s in a desperate kiss as he pushed Heero through the darkened space, illuminated only by the guttering candles Duo had lit before leaving the tent earlier. When the bed hit the backs of Heero’s legs, he fell backwards, pulling Duo down on top of him. On top of the blankets, they writhed steadily against each other, gasping as the contact deepened.

With a noise of frustration, Duo pulled his hands away from Heero’s face to scrabble at the ties holding his thick leather jacket closed. It was a minute before he could undo the heavy garment, and pushed it back open around Heero’s shoulders, sliding up the lighter shirt underneath. At last, he achieved satisfactory contact with Heero’s skin, running his hands all over Heero’s chest, and his back when the other boy arched up into the touch.

For Heero, the world was dissolving into the bliss of the contact, of Duo’s warm hands sliding over his flesh. He heard his own gasping breath as alien in his ears, mixed with the sound of Duo’s breathing, but neither of them wanted to break the moment with speech. He felt Duo’s hands yanking at the fastenings on his jacket, then on his pants, and realized in a flash of insight where this would lead. He did not choose to stop it, instead reaching up to return the favor. Duo’s own clothes, still borrowed from Quatre, were soft and simple -- drawstring pants and a single shirt. Duo cooperated, ducking his head to allow Heero to pull the garment off of him, before returning to his assault on Heero’s worn, combat-stained leather pants.

At last they were both free of constraint, and Duo sighed in relief as he settled his nude body atop Heero’s, reveling in the feeling of flushed skin pressed to his. Underneath his clothes, Heero was soft, and warm, and alive. He squirmed against the other boy, seeking to produce more sensation, and felt Heero’s hands travel down from where they had been clasped about his neck, to undo the band that held his braid in place. As he pulled his hands back, drawing the freed strands into a cascade of warm silk about them both, Duo caught his hands and claimed his mouth in another deep kiss.

He ground closer against Heero, rubbing each inch of skin together that he could. It wasn’t enough, wasn’t close enough; he still needed more. Unconsciously, he brought one leg up and rubbed his knee between Heero’s thighs. He gasped into Heero’s mouth as Heero parted his legs, and allowed his thigh to rub up against Heero’s groin. A flash of intense heat took over his brain, and it was a moment before he could see or even think straight again. At last he managed to regain his breath, and tried to speak. He couldn’t manage full sentences, or even coherent thoughts; the best he could do was, “Heero... you’re so... need to feel you...”

Insistently, Heero pulled Duo’s head down towards him, until his cheek lay against Heero’s jaw. “I’m yours,” he whispered into Duo’s ear, making him shiver. “Whatever you want, love. I want it too.”

Duo’s whole body shuddered, and with a desperate moan he tore himself away from Heero and struggled to his feet. Confused, Heero pushed himself up on his hands and watched as Duo stumbled across the floor in the flickering light. “Duo?” he asked, afraid that Duo wanted to end it, that he would leave Heero aching. “What is it?”

Re: Spoil of War, book 2

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

They both cried out, in mingled surprise and ecstasy. Heero, because he had never imagined that being filled could feel so right. Duo, because not even Heero’s mouth on him had felt anything like this, this unmatchable heat and pressure and even beyond that knowing it was Heero, who loved him and trusted him enough to welcome him into his body.

“Duo...” Heero breathed, clutching Duo’s hand and the blankets in equal grip, because he was sure that if he let them go he would fall. “You feel so good...”

That was enough to bring Duo back, to anchor him in the present moment, and he looked down into Heero’s face and couldn’t help but smile. “Was gonna say the same thing,” he panted, and Heero laughed breathlessly. “Tell me when you’re ready...”

“I’m ready,” Heero answered immediately, and it was the truth. There had been an instant of pain, but it was already faded into glorious pressure, and he had quickly adjusted to Duo. “Move, Duo, please --”

Duo moved. First a shallow roll of his hips, and then, encouraged by the sensuous moan that fell from Heero’s lips, he pulled out a little and thrust back in. The change in pressure, the delicious friction -- it was too much for him, and if he had been under any illusions that he could stop, they were now gone. Heero moved to meet him, matching the rhythm of his movements, and the pace that started slow but quickly increased.

One thrust pushed him inside even deeper than before, and Heero suddenly jerked on the bed and let out a hoarse yell. Instantly concerned, Duo stilled his movements and brought his hand up to caress his lover’s face. “Heero, what’s wrong? Did... did I hurt you?”

“Gods, Duo!” Heero cried, eyes squeezed shut. “Do that again!”

Duo breathed a sigh of relief, in the realization that the reaction had been pleasure, not pain, and then he remembered the place on the inside of his own body that had felt so good, and now he was seeing the effects without the masking of pain. He thrust again, this time experimentally aiming for the same spot, and was rewarded with another gasp of pleasure. And then it was out of his control; his body took over, drawing out of Heero and plunging back in, and he lost himself in the waves of pleasure that surged through them both.

Heero opened his eyes and looked up, and his breath caught in his lungs. Duo moved above him, eyes shut and head thrown back in ecstasy, his hair flowing down his back and over his hips where the two of them were joined. He looked like some heavenly creature, held far apart from the dirty mundanity of the only life Heero had ever known. The gods had given him Duo as a gift, he knew; a chance to live a real life, and his reward for taking it. All the promise of beauty Heero had glimpsed, the first time he had seen Duo, was fulfilled and so more than surpassed that Heero thought his heart would break in his chest. Something glorious rose up in him, and he had to shut his eyes against the flood of light that burst in front of them. “Duo... Duo!” he cried out, as he felt himself release over his and Duo’s stomach and chest.

Duo felt Heero’s muscles clamp down on him, and the additional pressure was too much for him. “Heero!” he shouted, clinging for dear life to his lover’s hand, and his shoulder, as he lost himself in Heero.

Re: Spoil of War, book 2

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

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.