Lurv Spec (cont)

*

"So, Duo..."

"Uh-huh?"

"You've been after someone like Evans -"

"Well - no, I gotta admit - I'm not sure I was - not sure I am - I mean -"

A tolerant sigh from Heero. "So what do you really want?"

"In a guy? Isn't it a bit late for this soul searching? Doesn't your superior being need its sleep?" Duo shifted, ungraciously, in his chair.

"Shut up," said Heero, ignoring him. The fridge door opened and shut again, the bright light spiking across the room for a second. Heero filled up Duo's glass with strawberry milk. Duo wondered absent-mindedly how he knew that was exactly what he'd wanted.

"So you want the care -"

"Yeah. I mean, that's a given, ain't it -"

"And the attention. Then the sharing - the -"

"- friendship!" blurted Duo. "And some kinda company! His conversation's a bit limited, y'know? Evans? He never understands what I'm gonna say. He never understands when I say it! Not a lot of 'em do, Heero."

"You're bright, Duo. Your humour is sharp. Your mind works swiftly. There's not many can keep up..."

Duo peered, suspicious again. "You taking the piss? You're not usually so agreeable... 'specially when I wake you up in the small hours. What's up?"

Heero continued as if he hadn't heard him. "What else, Duo? You want fun -"

"Yeah, sure -" the braided man was grinning again.

"And you need the challenge of an equal partner -"

Duo's head stilled, suddenly. His eyes narrowed.

"Well, all o' that, of course. But also - "

Heero's eyes were the ones to flash, now. "Also -?"

"He's gotta be hot," murmured Duo. His tongue slipped out, and licked a drop of strawberry pinkness off his lips. He felt Heero's gaze on him. "He's gotta get my pulse racing - he's gotta appeal to my bod as well as my razor-sharp mind..."

Heero grimaced. "I hate that word, you know. Bod. It's undignified..."

But Duo just grinned. He was warming up now. Things were getting much clearer in his mind. Perhaps he didn't register that he was staring really hard at Heero Yuy. Perhaps he did.

"I wanna go hot and cold when he touches me. I wanna be desperate to kiss him. It's gotta be delicious, y'know?"

"Delicious..." protested Heero. "What sort of word is that, to describe a man?"

"You know what sorta word it is," replied Duo. His voice was almost a hiss. "It's flagged up in your vocabulary, I think. Didn't I almost hear it - yesterday night?"

The air became very still, and very charged.

*

Heero stood up, and took the empty plate to the sink. The clatter of the crockery was very loud in the kitchen.

"So what happened tonight? With Evans?"

"Shit -" groaned Duo. "Wasn't gonna tell you -"

"Tell me what?"

Duo made a tutting sound. He sat back with his glass of strawberry milk. Heero wasn't offering to top it up, but he wasn't that bothered at the moment. "It was going OK, y'know. I mean - a coupla dates, we all know the question's gonna come up sooner or later, ain't it? He kept bumping into me at the bar - put his hand on my arm. I gave him a bit of a squeeze. Had a few drinks - he's gotta cute little ass under those grunge pants, y'know..." Duo sighed. His voice trailed off.

"You said you kissed. Obviously it was great -" Heero wondered why he was being so damn helpful. His chest squeezed him a little too tightly. He wondered if that was how masochism felt.

"Well, no, it wasn't, actually!" Duo sounded a bit amazed. Heero just stared.

"He was rather bland, y'know," Duo rushed on. "Like kissing blancmange! Which is something I usually like, as y'know, for dessert, but not in a lover. And I kept thinking, Heero would have a field day with this! He'd probably wanna tell me 'told you so' - he'd probably wanna remind me I was meant to be working to that bloody spec, and I deserved whatever I got, if I just went cruising for the hell of it... He'd - you'd -"

Heero still stared.

Duo coughed, slightly. "Kept thinking about you all the time, actually, Heero Yuy."

"Me?"

"Yeah. Damn distracting, it was."

"Distracting?"

"Yeah..."

Duo looked straight into Heero's eyes, and wondered how long they'd had that dark lusciousness, like the swirl in the top of a cup of hot chocolate. He liked hot chocolate even more than strawberry milk.

"I kept thinking..."

"Hn?" Heero's voice could barely be heard.

"What it'd be like with you..."

"What? Me in grunge pants?"

"No, you dork - the kissing!" Duo spat out a final crumb in some kind of frustration.

"With me?" Heero heard his voice quite clearly, but it sounded like an echo. A hoarse, high-pitched echo. Nothing like the man who could carry off a presentation on workforce motivation in front of hundreds, with OHPs and slide show and twenty page handouts -

"Yeah..." said Duo. "Mad, eh?" He was staring hard at Heero now. And his mouth was starting to twist into a wide grin. A wide, sort of nervous grin.

"Mad - yes," said Heero. He thought his mouth might be twisting, too.

"Don't know why I should be coming round to that now, y'know..." mused Duo. "Do you?"

"No..." came the gargled reply.

"You'll think I'm some kinda sex maniac," continued Duo. With some kind of relentlessness - some kind of growing mischief. "Hitting on my best friend. On my flatmate. My landlord. The guy who could fire me tomorrow, if he chose! The man who's fired many a guy who's stepped out of line. The man who knows no compassion, so it's written. On the toilet walls. Where they also say that the man or woman who can get Heero Yuy into bed is gonna have one hell of a time, s'long as they can deal with a control freak -"

"For God's sake -!" Heero mentally cursed his pathetic protest. Cursed the fact he didn't seem to be able to move, when that was what he really wanted to do. Cursed everything.

Duo smirked a little. Guess he knew he'd gone too far with the graffiti jibe. Guess he didn't care. "So now I daresay you'll want to slap me about a bit, to put me straight -"

"Hn."

"Or -"

"Or kiss you," Heero said, all in a rush. Quickly, before he lost the initiative. If he'd ever had it in the first place.

"Huh?" It was Duo's turn to look surprised. Though it was rather a pleased look, as well.

*

Pussycat, pussycat, I love you
Yes I do!
You and your Pussycat lips!
You and your Pussycat eyes!
You and your Pussycat nose!

*

Heero found that his legs were suddenly working, after all. He moved around the table, to stand next to Duo, who still sat in his chair.

Duo didn't look as comfortable as before.

"What about Evans -?" Heero started. He didn't need to finish. He knew Duo's thoughts were on the same wavelength. As they so often were.

"He thought I lacked - enthusiasm," Duo said, but he was grinning, like he wasn't really bothered at the personal criticism. He stretched a little, leaning back in the chair; unfolding his long legs. "He looked rather disappointed. Left the bar, and went back to his stamps, I guess. Went to groom his pedigree cat. Went to scrub out those things about me on the toilet walls, that he reckons now are nothing but wanton lies..."

Heero's face was alight with something from within. "It's not just how you feel, Duo. You've got to look for someone who feels the same for you. Who thinks you've got a hot bod! Who goes hot and cold at the sight of you - whose pulse races when they touch you. Who -"

" - who's desperate to kiss me?" sighed Duo. He stood up suddenly, rather awkwardly, and his face was very close to Heero's. "I can't believe you said 'bod', Yuy, of your own free will..."

Heero didn't answer. Instead, he put his hands to Duo's face, cupping the pointed chin, and he leant his lips against the other man's. There was less than a second of surprise - then Duo's arms slid around his waist, and tugged him in closer. Heero's hands pushed Duo's head backwards, with a fierce gentleness; Duo's mouth opened wider, as Heero's firm lips nudged at him, more and more insistently. His tongue pressed in, greedily, and Duo sighed deeply.

There was a moan that may have been Heero's - a definite groan from Duo as Heero's hand clasped the back of his neck, and tangled into his braid. Their tongues were probing for each other; their breathing panting into each other's mouth. Duo's hands snaked up from Heero's waist, savouring the warm, naked skin of his back; plucking at the muscles of the dark-haired man's shoulders. He felt the backs of his legs slam up against the edge of the table; he felt the tight bunching of Heero's thighs against his own. He felt a leg press against his knees, pushing them apart; a leg that tucked itself in between his thighs.

They broke away from each other, breaths rasping. Heero still clung to the end of Duo's hair - Duo's fingers gripped at Heero's skin.

Duo gulped in some air. "Desperate, eh?"

"Yes," came the whisper. "I am. So - how was it?"

"The - y'know -?"

"Yes," hissed Heero. His eyes were wild; he didn't seem to be able to tear them away from Duo's mouth. A mouth that was red and swollen from his own hunger. He leaned back towards the longhaired man, his own mouth ghosting with silent words; or maybe just signs of desire.

"Christ, Heero, that was -"

" - blancmange -?" gasped Heero. Still leaning...

" - damn delicious, Heero..."

Heero grinned. "Yes, I knew that." He pressed his grin back against Duo's own smile. They kissed again, more familiarly, though no less greedily. There were hands at both of their waists; fingers stroking muscles, either bare, or under thin purple silk. Chests heaved with harsh breaths; hearts thudded hard against sweaty palms. Heero's tongue batted impatiently against Duo's lips, begging for entrance again.

Duo drew back slightly. "You knew? You knew what?"

"I knew it would be delicious."

Duo shook his head, slowly, smiling rather stupidly. He didn't seem to be able to stop touching Heero's naked torso - even with just his trailing fingertips. He loved the way that Heero's tongue was licking at the corners of his mouth, lapping softly at the moistness; when he opened his own lips a little, the invading tongue teased swiftly and assertively at his teeth. Like him, Heero was breathing very shallowly.

"You are some arrogant bastard, Heero Yuy, y'know? But then, I s'pose you're allowed to be, when you kiss kinda forcefully like that... Guess the graffiti was right in a coupla respects -"

"Was it right about you?" murmured Heero. One of his hands stroked softly over Duo's hip. "The notes about how you touch your lovers - "

Duo shrugged, carelessly, but he flushed and smiled with the flattery. He traced a fingertip over Heero's chest - watched the dark brown nipples flex and harden.

Heero's breath was sucked in, tightly. " - And the scribbles about what you do to 'em with your hair -" His hips rocked gently against Duo's.

" - depends how many times you'd want it wrapped around..." murmured Duo, mischievously. His voice was very low, and very husky, and suddenly Heero saw the full force of his sensuality and attraction. Not that he'd ever doubted it, for a minute.

"And the claim that you kiss like a wet dream..." Heero's voice was hoarse. He licked at his lips; they felt almost numb from kissing Duo. He liked that feeling - a lot.

"You wanna try some more?" hissed Duo. His hands were already sliding around Heero's body again; his mouth reaching to cover Heero's shivering words; the aggressor himself, now.

"Kissing?"

"Uh-huh. Whatever..."

"I - want the whatever, Duo. Show me what you'd do with Evans. Give me a bit of a squeeze! Show me what the toilet walls say you're so good at - show me what you'd do with one of your lovers -"

Duo was shoved back again, against the table, and the two men pressed more than mouths together, becoming a single silhouette in the dim room.

*

Fifteen minutes later, and although they were out of the kitchen, they hadn't moved far at all.

They were in the lounge, where they'd pushed each other up against the arm of the couch, and then rolled over it to lie on top of each other.

Words were soft, and low, and intermittent around the sounds of heavy, hungry kissing. Not that there were any communication problems between them.

"Shirt off -" growled Heero, and the purple silk was thrown over the back of the couch.

"You have one fantastic body, Heero..." sighed Duo. He gasped aloud, as their torsos met - as the hot skin met the slightly cooler one. As a nipple on one body brushed against its match on the other - as fingers and nails scraped softly, yet provocatively, down naked flesh.

"Took you long enough to notice it," muttered his flatmate. His mouth was occupied with nipping at Duo's neck - his fingers pinched around one of Duo's nipples, now exposed, and twisted it.

"So sue me...!" Duo yelped. "Are you saying - ahh, yeah, that's so damn good! - that this sudden physical development is no surprise to you -?"

"No surprise at all," came the muffled murmur.

"Get outta here!" protested Duo. "I've been here months - we've been lunching four times a week ever since you hired me - I've been prancing half-naked in and out of your shower since the afternoon I moved in - I've been dating puppies and kittens galore, every weekend, since I - " he paused. Heero still lapped at his neck - still caressed the planes of his chest. But he was very quiet on the conversation front.

"How long, Heero? How long you been thinking about me - like this?"

"Since I met you; since you moved in. Since ever since."

"Shit," Duo said, quite calmly.

He felt Heero's lips curve into a smile; the warm breath changed direction on his shoulder. Heero's voice was velvet against his ear. "Not such the bright guy, eh?"

"You - been laughing at me?"

"No!" protested Heero. He dragged himself up on to one arm; reached for Duo's head and tugged it round to face him. "Never think that!"

"But you complain about me all the time -"

"Well, yeah, of course -"

"And I'm noisy, and clutter the apartment, and bring reams of work home, and eat up your fridge, and get hay fever, and -"

"Yeah," grinned Heero. "You drive me mad. You're Chaos on Legs, Maxwell."

"You're always telling me what I should do -"

"And you're always telling me to go stick my head in a can -" snorted Heero. "So what's new there? You're my friend, remember? And companion... I thought we'd come that far, in all these months. But it doesn't mean we have to agree. I know that."

"And all that crap about sorting out a spec for my Mr Right -" Duo paused. Bit his lip. Heero thought how tasty that looked. He rather wanted to do that to Duo, himself.

"I meant it all, Duo. I've always been serious about that. And I knew - OK, I thought I knew, it should be me. But I - didn't say anything directly. I needed you to see it. I needed you to get to the same page."

"Huh?"

"I've always had a spec, Duo. As you said it - a Lurv spec! You've always met it - in every way. I - just wanted you to think the same."

"Whoa..." whispered Duo. "Guess you noticed before I did, eh?"

"Just for a while..." sighed Heero. His fingers paused at Duo's loosened waistband, as if questioning whether he'd be allowed to venture any further. He started to pull Duo's mouth back down on to his. "You wanna take this somewhere more comfortable?"

"Yeah," agreed Duo. His lips welcomed Heero's touch eagerly, because the man was a damned excellent kisser. Who'd have suspected, eh? And his body twitched to be taken somewhere warmer, and softer, and preferably more suited for nakedness and intimate investigation. Somewhere like bed looked good! Wasn't that where people went, at this godforsaken time of night?

"So - you were ahead of the game, just for a while... but I think I was getting there myself, y'know?"

"Yeah, Duo," said Heero. "Whatever you like to think." He was standing up, pulling at Duo's arm. He looked and sounded impatient. His face was flushed, and there were pink creases where he'd been squashed up against Duo. His sweat pants didn't look as loosely fitted as they had done earlier in the evening. "Come on, now, you can apologise to me later for your dimwittedness - make it up some other way -"

Duo snorted. "Like that's gonna happen!" But he allowed himself to be dragged up and out into the hallway. Heero kept stopping to hold him ,and to kiss him, and touch him, and a couple of times they almost fell over each other. "Besides, Heero..."

"For God's sake, what now -?"

Duo smirked. He took a long, deep kiss from the tightly pursed mouth in front of him, and looked with self-satisfied pleasure at the way that Heero's eyes slipped quickly out of focus. "You gotta admit, I catch up real fast!"

*

The bedclothes on Heero's bed wriggled like they had a life of their own. There was a pile of discarded clothes on the floor at the foot of the bed; there were a couple of empty soda cans beside it, and several empty chocolate wrappers. Evidence that someone other than the almost obsessively tidy Heero had been in the room. Was still in the room! There was a muffled laugh, then a leg-shaped bump appeared at one end of the quilt. When a similarly shaped bump appeared at the far end, it was obvious that there were two pairs of legs in the bed.

The abandoned clothing, the wild movements, and the angles of the two bodies - well, that led to another investigation altogether.

"Heero..."

"Hn?" Wriggle again. Sigh.

"As we're in a confessional mood...guess I've not really been putting my heart into the dating business, recently..."

"You mean Evans? Little Red Riding Nerd -?"

A quasi-angry exclamation, then hot breathing that suggested a mouth had been shut up with another mouth's bruising attack.

"Just going through the motions, you mean -?"

"Sort of -"

"These motions?" growled Heero, and there were more soft, liquid sounds, and tongues busy on things other than explanations.

"Been on a quest, y'know...yeah, like that...mmm..."

Heero's voice surfaced next. A little serious. "Is that why you go out so much -?"

"Told myself I was just looking -"

"Looking?"

A deep sigh from Duo. "Looking for something I shoulda known was here. Yeah, I know. Praps I'd guessed about this, as well. But I didn't let it take a hold in my mind. I was - just scared."

"Scared?"

"Scared - you weren't interested. In a guy who was just another employee. Another geek - a techie. A guy who fools around all the time - with you; with others. A guy who was just me..."

"But that's what I was looking for. Just you, Duo."

A gasp from Duo, and anyone watching would have seen that the legs had shifted round so that they all seemed to be entwined together in the same mound of bedding. Not that anyone was watching, of course. Though there'd have been a viciously competitive black market for the tickets, if anyone knew there was a chance.

"You found me, Heero - Christ, you've certainly found something, with unerring accuracy - oh Goddd ... rub me again, man, OK?"

"There -? It's good, Duo - it's - I'm -"

"Shit..." There was a string of sexual profanities that had to be from Duo. "Find me again, y'know? There's bits hidden - all over - and not remotely hard to find...look, I'll show you, for God's sake - "

"I can manage, you know -!"

Angry tussling again. Then a groan.

"Find me, Heero... Touch me..."

*

There was a lull in the proceedings. Duo had hopped out of bed for more milk. He nearly lost the whole glassful down the side of the bed, when Heero grabbed at his lithe, naked body to pull him back in.

"So - you won't be out searching for Mr Right and his siblings so much now?" Heero was grinning, but Duo was close enough to feel the tension in his body. In his fabulous body. In his body that was slender, and tightly muscled, and covered with warm, smooth skin...

"Who - me?" Duo slid his hand in under the quilt, teasing between Heero's thighs; taking Heero's cock in a tentative, then firm grip. The dark-haired head shook with pleasurable shock.

"Yeah, you. Uhhh...God, have I dreamed about this -! But you like company, Duo - you like playing around."

"Like this?" came the mischievous snicker. The hand moved in a regular, all-too-familiar motion around Heero's aching groin. Though Duo's motions hadn't been familiar to Heero in quite this way before.

"Stop - no, for God's sake, don't stop -" The quilt cover was thrown back, and the glorious sight of their naked bodies was out on view. Duo's hand was clasping Heero's very creditably sized shaft; his long, strong fingers stretched around it, and moved up and down, in a slow, sensuous rhythm. Heero clutched at his wrist, as if to stop him - but maybe to encourage him. Duo's tongue peeked out of the side of his mouth; his own breathing was getting ragged. He gazed at Heero with an amazed adoration. His own body lay curled up against the other darker-skinned man's - the erection between his own legs wasn't one to be sneezed at.

And he knew plenty about sneezing.

*

"You suffering some kinda crisis of confidence, Heero? You gonna dash out 'n buy a plasma TV screen, to keep me chained to the apartment?"

"Is - is that all it'd take?" gasped Heero. His back was arching off the bed - he bit at his lip to keep from crying out loud. "You can get one yourself - we pay you enough -"

Duo smiled. The guy still wanted to play...His fingers tightened on Heero's throbbing cock, and his other hand slipped gently under his heaving buttocks. "But it's your apartment, Yuy. You provide the facilities -"

"Noo - " Heero's voice broke a little. "It's your home as well -" Christ, where were those fingers going? The ones that were prising open his buttocks; the ones that were stroking at the entrance that had been hidden from entertainment for so long, that Heero felt a chill of ecstatic shock at the thought of what might happen there later...

"Is it my home?" Duo's voice had softened. Like the touch of his fingers.

"Sure. Always has been. I never wanted a tenant. I wanted you -"

"You're a schemer, Heero," murmured Duo. But his eyes glistened with an unusual pleasure. He leant closer to Heero, and pressed his lips to his neck. "Why should I look for anyone else, eh? You've done such a good job of welcoming me. Who else makes popcorn just as I like it? Who else buys strawberry milk only because I drink it?" He laughed softly at Heero's flush. "Like you said - I need challenge in a partner. Who else is gonna keep up with me, and my swift wit? Who else knows what I'm gonna say before I even say it?"

"And tells you it's crap -" groaned Heero. He was stretching out for Duo, pumping himself inside the possessive fist - letting his legs fall apart, wider than before; asking for attention from Duo's slim, questing digits. He was burning with anticipation; he was cold with the terror that something would go wrong.

"Hush, Heero," whispered Duo, as if he could read his mind. Their heads twisted, clumsily, to meet each other's in a deeper, slower kiss than before. "Most of the time my talk is crap, OK? It's just to get your attention - it's just showing off. I just wanted you to loosen up a bit -"

Deliberately or not, he accompanied the last words with two fingers sliding firmly, yet carefully into Heero's ass. Heero winced, and shuddered. But he clutched harder at Duo's shoulders; his lips clung to Duo's even more closely; his words were expelled on a mere breath, into the longhaired man's mouth. "Yesss..."

"That's gonna take some loosening up," smiled Duo. "But I guess I could really enjoy that...!"

"You - you gonna -?" Heero bucked his hips up towards Duo's hands, offering himself instinctively. He couldn't say anything more - words failed him. Mind you, Duo liked that in a man - a lot. And especially in Heero. And even more especially when he'd caused it!

"Yes, I'm gonna - but not just now." He slipped his fingers out, rather reluctantly, and returned to kissing Heero. His hand tightened up again on Heero's tortured cock.

"Believe it, Heero. I'm gonna take my time with you. I'm gonna let you take your time with me, OK? All the way through the project plan, from development - " (a squeeze to his cock), " - to testing -" (a suck on his tongue) "- and to post-implementation review!" (a gentle pinch to his ass, that just made Heero's hole flex and ache for him).

"After all, who else is gonna feed me milk and sandwiches, and stroke my sick brow with those reluctant healing hands -"

"Not so bloody reluctant now, Duo," Heero growled. He was wriggling with the pain of unfulfilled desire, and the incredible need to be touched. Duo's hand had slipped away from his cock, and yet he still ached for completion. He'd waited so long -! Then he felt Duo's firm hand take hold of his nearer wrist, and his arm was tugged over to the other man's lap.

"So stroke something else now, Heero," came the softest whisper, hoarse with another man's desire. His palm was being held close to Duo's groin - Heero felt the amazing heat from it; felt his fingers tingle with the need to touch...

He shook Duo's hand from his, and closed his fingers joyfully around Duo's erection. It was damp, and it was gently throbbing, and Heero felt like his hand had just been waiting to be filled in this erotic way.

"You wanna pull the covers over?" hissed Duo.

"No..." sighed Heero. "I wanna see all of us, when we come..."

"Great. A closet exhibitionist, as well..." groaned Duo. But he stretched happily out on the sheet, his limbs long and pale and appreciative of the intimate attention. "Stroke it real well..." came his gargled instruction.

Heero Yuy knew that, personally, he didn't take instruction easily - something about being a control freak. But this one was gonna be easy to accept! He started to slide his hand up and down the smooth, straining flesh, thrilled with the excitement of it; thrilled to see Duo's chest begin to heave; thrilled to see the braided man's head thrown back, and his thighs begin to shake.

Then Duo's hand snuck back across the sheet, and grasped at Heero's cock in response. Heero gasped - he groaned, as the feelings rushed back to his arousal, with even less control than before. They began to move together. Duo was making soft, mewling noises, and his shaft leapt in Heero's hand like it was trying to burst free.

'I'm gonna last seconds, that's all'...thought one of the writhing bodies.

'I've never felt so good, and it's all gonna be over in seconds, that's all'...sighed the other.

"Shit ...!" came a strangled cry, and it could have been from either - or both - of them. Whoever it was, it was the sound of sudden, shockingly brilliant satisfaction. There were thrashing legs on the sheets, arms clenching across each other's shuddering bodies, and an impressive amount of warm, sticky mess on naked stomachs.

Total pleasure, all in all.

*

A couple of hours later, and Duo stirred in his half-sleep. Heero's body was awake beside him, and warm with the softness of napping. Duo smiled, not caring if Heero saw it or not. He knew he'd feel it. Heero seemed to respond even as he, Duo, thought...

"We ain't gonna get up for work in the morning, are we, Heero? O Illustrious Manager?"

"It is the morning, already, Duo. But I'm drafting your sick note as we speak..."

"So that's what the tickling is around my ass, eh?"

"Wiseguy. I'm just amending a coupla core technical requirements for your project plan..."

Duo grimaced; and relaxed into the gentle, teasing touch. "What about you, Heero? You going sick as well? I've never seen you off sick in all these months..."

"Nah.. I'm gonna be working from home..."

Their bodies shook with laughter, free from any other worries or hidden frustrations. They were both awake now. Heero rolled over to stare at Duo, and Duo stared back. He stroked Heero's arm, marvelling at where this evening had got them.

The same thoughts were occurring to both of them. The same stirrings were rising inside them. Duo snickered, softly.

*

Ten gasping minutes later...

"It's true then!"

"Huh?"

"About your hair -"

Duo laughed softly, and with pure wickedness. "Guess so! Though I can't wrap it round you that many times, Heero Yuy -!"

"Hn?"

"Guess you're a pretty big guy -" he smirked. "Just like the graffiti said!"

"Where's it say that?" came a startled protest. "I'll have to call Maintenance -!"

"Hush, hush -" laughed Duo. He grasped at Heero's soft, thick hair. Untangled a few strands of his own that were spread over Heero's shoulders. "Just come here and put your huge member somewhere that'll shut me up..."

Heero shifted round on the sheet, until he faced away from Duo's head, and his hips were there instead. He felt Duo's fingers untangling long threads of chestnut hair that lay around his thighs, and in amongst his pubic hair. Threads that were already sticky with pre-cum; some of which were still attached to Duo's gorgeous head. Heero's nerves shivered with the anticipation of delight.

"Look, Heero..."

God, was Duo going to return to the soul searching now? Heero Yuy had never whimpered in his life, but he was drifting that way tonight.

"I haven't brought you any gifts, have I? Haven't spent as much time with you as I might have wanted - all that stuff about going out, and dating, blah blah blah..."

"You feel guilty? So sort yourself out, Maxwell. Make it up to me. You can cook tonight - look after us both -"

"Something we can eat quickly -" said Duo, slowly. "Then we can look for other things to do."

"But you're always hungry, Duo -" Heero felt the breath on his tightening balls, and his heart almost stopped.

"Yeah," sighed Duo, the words washing over Heero's groin like melted chocolate. "For this - I guess I always will be -"

Heero wriggled closer, and Duo's mouth sank down over him with something like reverence.

*

"Heero..."

"Hn? Don't you ever sleep for more than an hour at a time, Duo?"

"Some o' that graffiti - some of it's just talk, y'know? It's not all true..."

"About me, you mean?"

"Nah! About me, you arrogant bastard!"

"What - even that bit about where you like to be licked? With long, strong, wet strokes?"

"Wha -? Heero, I never saw that anywhere -!"

"Ah, yes, sorry -" Heero's laugh was low and from somewhere down behind Duo's crinkling balls. "I gotta find that marker pen tomorrow and add that one..."

"Ahhhh..." Duo's moan was angry and amused and just chock-full of sexual bliss.

As he rolled back over to take advantage of Heero's new-found teasing skills, he wondered why the hell Heero had felt the need to teach him the finer points of a Lurv spec. It was all taken as read, surely?

All Duo had been waiting for was the unveiling of this damned hot bod!

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