8-5-2003

Last Night
A 1x2 Fanfic

Author: Soulless
Disclaimers: Gundam Wing and Co. are not mine...
Warnings: yaoi, m/m slash, angst and a VERY twisted ending
Pairings: 2x1, 2+1, 1x2, 3x4 and implied 5+2 in later chapters
Date: July 31, 2002
Rating: R
Part: 1/?

=Last Night=
(Duo POV)

"Heero? Is that you?" I croaked as the dimness of our room broke to reveal the staggering figure of my roommate… and my secret love.

My eyes widened as I realized that Heero is a little less than stable as he made his way to my bed, stopping to stare at me.

His gaze is unnerving. Making me feel as if he is stripping me bare, breaking down my walls and leaving me vulnerable to the horrors of the world. And, God forbid me, I want him to. I want him to expose me once more and make me feel in this never-ending war… breaking a jester’s mask.

Slowly, painfully slowly, he leaned down and licked my ear. The gesture so simple yet so erotic almost undid me to the point that I didn’t even consider the absurdity of it all. It almost made me throw all the doubts and fears and made me want to consume him… all of him. Almost… but not quite.

Then I feel wetness on my shoulders where his head is still bowed. ‘He’s crying…’ I realized as I began to feel the tremors that racked his whole body giving me the image of a lone little boy looking… seeking only for human contact.

I couldn’t help it… I tried to resist but I just couldn’t. I just can’t stand seeing the one I love feel pain. I folded my arms around him and tried to give him the only thing I knew he’d accept… warmth.

He looked up at me as he felt the contact and said rather brokenly, “D-duo… make me feel human.”

Once again my eyes widened as he said those words. I was so overcome with emotions that I didn’t even feel him laying me back down on my bed and began exploring my naked torso. Nor did I notice the sharp, tangy scent of alcohol that floated around the air as he began to leave trails of hot pleasure down my body.

‘I am being consumed by fire…’

No coherent thought would pass through my mind as Heero brought me again and again to the throes of pleasure…

heaven…

passion…

climax.

Yet, I can still feel the desperation and utter sadness behind his ministrations even through a haze of strong emotions. And I can still do nothing about it… I have nothing to offer but myself.

“Take me. Take all of me, Heero.”

I look into bottomless Prussian blue and at that moment, I realized that he is offering me the whole of him.

Love flowed through me like waves and waves of pleasure… overflowing… threatening to burst and leaving me unbound…

I want to share this feeling. I want to talk to Heero… to celebrate this love together. But as I look, exhaustion has already taken its toll… he’s already asleep.

Snuggling closer to the source of warmth that is Heero, my only thought as my mind began to welcome the arms of slumber, was… ‘Tomorrow. Tomorrow, we’ll talk. Then…’

 

TBC…