Braiding Hair Can Be Sexy
By: Karen, Huntress Of Zechs.
Duo stood, eyes half shut, letting the, almost too hot, water pound over his entire body. A steamy mist swirled inside the glass-enclosed shower stall. The humid fog seeped into every pore melting away, at least for the moment, any troubling thoughts that might invade his mind.
The day before, during an unusually tough battle, Duos Deathscythe Hell had taken a direct hit over the cockpit door. Even though his restraint harness had been adjusted down as tightly as his range of motion would allow, the bone-jarring impact still threw Duo hard against the woven straps.
A stiff soreness, that could very well come from pulled ligaments, made the already tiresome job of shampooing and rinsing out his unbraided hair, a considerable task in itself, that much more difficult. Although the showers moist heat had soothed his muscles, Duos shoulder and arm, all the way to his elbow, ached from the strain of reaching up.
Shutting off the water, Duo pushed the glass door aside and stepped onto the cold tile floor. Reaching for a towel, he winced as his right side reacted to his injury. Drying the best he could his almost yard long hair, Duo slipped on a pair of cotton pants. Once again his shoulder grabbed as he slid his arm into his shirt sleeve.
Walking down the hall to the Sleeping Quarters, the unbuttoned shirt flapped open exposing his shiny chest where tiny beads of water had not fully dried away. A towel hung around his neck to keep some of his hairs wetness off his shirt. But nothing could stop the continuous droplets dripping off the ends, leaving a clear path in the hallway.
Stepping though the Quarters door, Duo found Heero sitting cross-leg on the fourth of six beds. His eyebrows pulled together as he read one of three papers scattered on the bedcovers. The frown, pulling at the Zero Pilot mouths corners, made Duo wonder if the studying was either tedious or confusing or both.
Got a problem? Duo asked blotting the heavy, long bangs sticking to his damp forehead.
Heero shook his head laying the paper on his knee, No, not really. he answered, Its more of a puzzle.
That doesnt sound any better. Duo declared wondering what sort of puzzle IT could be.
This is the last diagnostic analysis Trowa ran on my Gundams left side Hydrologic System. Heero began, We cant figure why the arm union at the shoulder coupling wont stay locked down. We can cap it a 6.5 appendicular tension, but it wont hold. There has to be some interferential structural flaw. Some hindrance at the transfer point. Heero replied wrinkling his nose at the mysterious behavior of his mechanized warrior.
The what at the what? Maxwell exclaimed having long ago become lost in Yuys techno-explanation.
Never mind. he sighed laying the troublesome data read-out aside.
You clean up nice. Heero proclaimed letting his sight run Duos full length from head to toe, At least you dont smell like your Gundam anymore. he added with a coy grin.
Duo pivoted about quickly. Now his eyebrows centered above his nose, Like my Gundam, whats that suppose to mean?
You know. Dust. Stale air. Old, spoiled food. The usual smelly stuff.
And I guess your Gundam smells like a spring day after it rains? Duo shot back throwing the towel at his housekeeping critic.
At least I try to be tidy. Heero declared intercepting the towel before it hit his face.
Taking a comb from the dresser, Maxwell decided to ignore Yuys critical review. Once more his shoulder caught. A completely involuntary moan sounded in the quiet room.
Heero shivered slightly in an empathic response to Duos pain. Having just recovered from his own battle wounds, he knew what it was like to hurt every time you moved.
You must have hit your harness hard to be bruised so badly. Youre lucky it wasnt worse, you could have broken something. he said sympathetically. Come here, let me help.
Duo dragged a straight back chair to the bedside turning it around backwards. Straddling the seat, he left nothing to get in the way of Heeros hair combing. Resting his elbows on the back, Duos brownish tresses almost touched the chairs bottom rung.
Herro began at Duos crown. Slowly, carefully he moved the comb through. By its sheer length alone, Duos hair was prone to snarling and tangling. That was one reason he often washed it without undoing the braid. But after the hard fought battle, he felt it was to sweaty and grimy to get it clean any other way.
Duo could relax with Heero. His gentle touch, stroking the length over and over again, always put Duo in a tranquil mood. Often even made him sleepy.
Working one section at a time, Heero gradually guided the comb to the bottom strands. Lifting them over his leg, he finished smoothing out the ends. Laying the comb on the bed, again his fingers started at Duos temples, gliding slowly over his ears, gathering the silky mane in his hands. Duo sighed enjoying the attention. And with each stroke, Heero made sure his fingers brushed warmly against Maxwells neck.
Yuy separated Duos hair into three divisions and began folding one side over the other. As the braid pulled inwards, exposing the nape of Duos neck, Heero leaned over planting soft, moist kisses on his ears. Then a shiver ran through the Deathscythe Pilot as Heeros tongue traced sensual patterns all the way to his shoulders. A playful nip brought on another quiver.
The braiding continued. When it reached half-way, Heero held the braid securely in one hand using it to pull Duo backwards against the bed. Heeros free hand slipped inside his partners shirt. Flat palms pressed down dragging slender fingers over Duos firm chest. Fingertips circled around taut nipples and paused to give each a squeeze.
The wandering fingers slid down over Duos stomach, over skin damp, not from his shower, but from the excitement of Heeros tender touch. Duo bowed his back leaning into Yuys caress. A soft moan, not from pain but pleasure, escaped over his lips. One more light kiss on Duos cheek and Heeros wandering hand pulled out, back to its task.
Dont stop now. Duo pleaded panting softly.
Dont worry. Heero whispered close to his ear, You know I never leave anything half-finished.
All to soon the last of the braiding was done. The loose ends were tied with an over-wrapped and knotted cord. Then much to Duos disappointment, the job was complete.
There. Zeros Master sighed studying his work. Perfect. he added with a satisfied smile.
Duo stood long enough to turn and sit as he should. Thanks. he said pushing his bangs back from his eyes. Herro leaned forward accepting Duos kiss of gratitude. Then a second because the first kiss tasted so good. Come, rest for awhile. Heero invited moving to the beds center.
Duo let his head flop on the pillow. The coverings smell fresh like Heeros herbal shampoo, not like my smelly Gundam. he thought as a strange smile crossed his lips.
Heero snuggled closer, lying his head against Duos shoulder, careful to stay below the sore bruising.
Duo took his hand. Turning several stands of Yuys dark hair, so opposite Maxwells reddish-brown braid, Duo let himself become lost in the loving gaze of Heeros deep blue eyes.
Heeros finger lifted tousled bangs. Running lightly over Duos cheek it slipped under his chin until it raised Duos mouth to his. This time the kiss was hungry as his passion ran freely.
Pushing his knee between Duos legs, Heero gently, but firmly, moved against Maxwells bulging crotch. Once again his eager hands began to wander. Anxious fingers snagged the button on Duos pants. The same persuasive pressure was applied to the zipper. Reaching inside the open fly, Yuys hand closed tightly around Duos aroused manhood. Remember I never leave anything half-finished. Heero reminded his lover as his hand clasped tighter still.
Duo surrendered fully to Herros masterful strokes. Soon both Pilots were naked and giving in totally to their natural, almost raw, carnal desires. Duo laid on his stomach, clutching fistfuls of tangled bedcovers, bowing his back, moving his hips in perfect rhythm to Herros alternating slow penetration and hard, centered thrusts.
One of Zeros Masters hands curled about Duos rigid erection. One finger fondled the tip bringing on a steady hot trickle. The other hand curved under Maxwells pelvic bone keeping Duos hips exactly where Heero could use the most pressure to carry his partner to ultimate gratification.
Then with a low, husky groan Herro gritted his teeth and straighten sharply pushing in as strongly and deeply as he could. Duos excited panting built to a winded pause as he momentarily held his breathe before his own throaty, guttural growl, matching his lovers height of pleasure, reached a releasing crescendo as both lovers climaxed in pure, erotically delicious, ecstasy.
Duo collapsed. A wave of faintness flowed over his trembling body. Heero experienced his own bout of dizziness as a shiver shuddered thoroughly through his exhaustion weakened arms and legs. With quivering breaths, Heero rested his sweat dampened chest on Duos back, his manhood still sheathed in his lovers moist, hot, most secret, place.
Oh, Heero! Dont move! Duo whispered hoarsely as Heeros ever-so-slight movement sent tingling pulsations coursing through every sensitive inch of his throbbing anal hollow.
Herro kissed between Maxwells shoulders trying to calm his gasps of delight. After a moments recovery, Heero reluctantly pulled out so gradually Duo cried out from the sheer sensual stimulation.
Heero slid down beside running his hand the full length of Duos mussed braid. With a lustful grin he viewed the disheveled stands contemplating the possibility of undoing the frayed tresses and starting all over again.
The still trembling God Of Death, now not at all like his imposing nickname, turned on his side facing his contented lover. Lifting his eyes, locking his sight with Heeros mist glazed eyes, he settled into Yuys strong embrace.
Beautiful. Yuy sighed cradling Duo closer.
As the Gundam Pilots heartbeats merged into a single metered count, Heero breathed in the erotic scent of shampoo and moist skin savoring the enticing aroma. You know. he smiled warmly pulling the cord off the end of Duos hair drawing his fingers through the silky mane, You should wash your hair more often.
Braiding Hair Can Be Sexy--Karen Hickman--August, 2000