Fallin'
~Prologue~
"Heero! You didn't have to kill him!"
"Baka. He would never have given up. He thought that was love. I'll show you love, once we get that body off of 'Fei, who, I believe, is shouting about injustice."
"Well, it's a bit muffled, but I think you're right..."
"Baka." And with a kiss, the rest is silence.
~end prologue~
[I keep on fallin'
In and out of love
With you]
You were standing apart from 'Fei and I, looking a little smug - not that you don't usually, because you do - with your arms folded over your chest. I mean, you'd just killed Quatre, a comrade, a fellow pilot, a friend, and yet you managed to look so fucking pleased with yourself! Heero, come on, try to show a little remorse! Watching your face, so impassive, closed, I think I hate you. I think I hate everything you stand for. You killed - killed - a friend of ours! Of mine! You never say much, but your eyes speak everything for you. Sometimes those blue eyes are shuttered, all the emotion leeched from them by your goddamn Perfect Soldier training, and sometimes - I like these times the best - those eyes are uncertain. I've never seen you uncertain, Hee-chan, but I've seen your eyes get all ghosty and I know what that means. I've seen the way you look at me, too, sometimes, your eyes sparkling just a little with the life that you keep so carefully battened down in the hatches of your body.
[Sometimes I love ya
Sometimes u make me blue
Sometimes I feel good
At times I feel used]
Sometimes those blue eyes get kinda grey-green and those are the times when I know you're thinking about me. I don't always know what you're thinking, whether I'm being obnoxious, or a baka, or loud, but I know that it's me who's on your mind, and that's like right then, after you'd killed Quatre, when you'd finally let some emotion seep into your eyes. They'd gotten that grey-green hue and I wondered what it was I'd done this time. So I barreled over to you, jumped into your arms and tried to kiss that look out of your eyes. I captured you with my legs and kissed you so hard I thought my lips would crack, but I succeeded, and your eyes grew into a dark navy, which always means I've turned you on. I felt your hard-on pressing against my stomach, and I wiggled a little, watching you as you closed your eyes. I ended the kiss and you put me roughly back onto my feet - relegating me to earth, maybe? I can't stand those moments, when I've been put in my place by such as you, the Perfect Soldier. Or maybe just perfect. Times like that I don't have a fucking clue why I love you so goddamn much. I mean, you set your own damn broken bones, didn't even warn me to cover my ears or something. And yet, it's those same damn things that drive me so fucking crazy that also fill my heart to overflowing with love for you. Guess I'll never be a poet, Hee-chan, not like you.
[Lovin you darlin'
Makes me so confused]
You left me a note on the counter this morning, full of flowery language the likes of which I could never even hope to replicate. Times like that I wonder who Heero actually is. Are you really as cold as you portray? As emotionless? I wish I had a manual for you. "The Book on Understanding Heero Yuys" or something. Something! Where did the poetry come from?
[I keep on
Fallin'
In and out of love with you
I never loved someone
The way that I love you]
I figured I wouldn't get much else out of you, except maybe a "Hn," so I decided to check on Wufei. He was kneeling on the dirty pavement, brushing blonde strands of hair off the forehead of a boy who looked even more angelic in death. Blood pooled all around his body, and Wufei's knees were stained red. Quatre's eyes were closed, likely by Wufei, cause most people die with their eyes open. He looked so peaceful, so beautiful, with the dying sun turning his hair into a flared halo. I don't know what he was thinking. I don't want to guess. Wufei stopped me with a hand, and I didn't really know what to do then. Caught between two rocks, basically. My leg itched, mosquito bite I think, so I scratched it and wished that Earth didn't have so many damn bugs. Quatre - how could you do what you did? Didn't you know that when you hurt people, it's not just a game?
[Oh, oh , I never felt this way
How do you give me so much pleasure
And cause me so much pain
Just when I think
Ive taken more than would a fool
I start fallin' back in love with you]
When we got home, I threw the keys onto the counter, then hung them up on the hook when you gave me your patented glare. Then you stalked off to the study to turn on your laptop. When it's late at night, in the dark, I love you so much I think I'll burst. Usually you do make me burst - but in another way. But when you turn on that fucking lump of plastic, I think the only thing that you could ever love is that machine. I listened to the keys tapping for awhile, then figured you'd be at that all night. I was putting on my coat to go out and get drunk when you came up behind me and hung your arms over my shoulders.
"Going somewhere, koi?" you'd asked in that amused tone you get when we're alone.
Then you spun me around and kissed me. You took me hand and led me to the bedroom, where you admonished me to be still, and then stripped off all of my clothes. I collapsed back against the bed and raised my arms to you. You knelt on the bed, swung one leg over my naked body, and began kissing me the way only you can kiss. Your tongue swirled around my mouth, pillaging it, stealing away all of my breath until I'm gasping. Your hands are all over my chest, fingers tapping gently against my nipples until I arched my back, trying to get closer. I'd swallow your whole being if I could. Your mouth traced patterns on my chest, teasing my nipples until they're soaked and aching, until I'm so hard I'm burning between my legs, and I'm begging you. I hate begging, but somehow, when we're tousled on the bed like this, I don't mind. Your hot mouth is eating me up, and your kisses are scalding brands that shout your possession of both my body and my soul. You know that you own my heart and you don't mind exploiting that.
[I keep on
Fallin'
In and out of love with you
I never loved someone
The way that I love you]
You wrapped your lips around my hard length and my hips are thrusting upwards into that willing throat, your tongue slid along the underside, and pleasure is shooting through my body like arrows. I want to be on top, I want to sheath you deep inside me, I want to fuck you so hard you scream. I want to ride you to your completion, but I can tell I won't be doing that tonight. Tonight you are going to love me with your mouth - a greater gift I cannot conceive - until I explode into it. I'm breathing so hard I can't seem to catch the escaping oxygen, and those moans - are they mine? You bared your lips back and just barely touched my arousal with your teeth, and the resulting sharp jolt of pleasure mixed with that tiny edge of fear - you could bite down - had me practically jumping from the bed. God, oh, God, fuck, yes, please, fuck me, please! I can hear my throat, gravelly from screaming, begging you to fuck me with your mouth. This is why you're really the Perfect Soldier - does anyone else give head this good? You licked pre-cum from my erection then climbed up my body, your spandex hiding none of your own arousal. The feeling of the cloth bruising my hot, tingling, overly-sensitive body nearly sent me over the edge. Your tongue spread my own pre-cum over my lips and then you ordered me in a low growl,
"Lick your lips, lover."
I licked it off, savoring the taste of myself, then yanked your head down for a kiss. We shared it then, and in your mouth I could taste salty coconuts and a little bit of strawberry, even some toothpaste, and a musky taste I couldn't identify except as purely yours. Your hair smelled like gardenia flowers and your skin smelled like sweat and freshly-cut wood, and I licked your shoulder before you re-focused your attention on my hardened arousal. I released into your mouth, and you swallowed as much as you could hold, the rest dripping out the corners and down your chin. I jerked your head back up to mine again, lapping up the droplets of my cum leaking down your face. Nothin' like sharing fluids, is there, lover? Just as I'm falling asleep, worn out from a really intense orgasm, I heard you whisper,
"Ai shiteru, Duo."
I guess I was wrong after all. You do love me, but in your own way. And with you, Hee-chan, that's saying a lot.
[I never loved someone
The way that I love you]
~owari~
Lily
Okay, okay, I didn't mean to it to get this long! And unfortunately, there may yet be another in this now second-trilogy, from 'Fei's POV.
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