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Light My Fire (part 1 - epilogue)


Part One

The alarm came in around midnight, and as soon as Heero heard it he had a strange feeling. Something was going to happen tonight. Something important.

The fire was in an aging apartment building, long considered by most of the local firefighters as a blaze waiting to happen.

The team swung into action, easy camaraderie easing the adrenaline rush to an efficient bustle. Heero rode in the back, ready to leap off and do his job as soon as they arrived.

Heero was the youngest firefighter ever to work in the city. He had always known he wanted to be a fireman, ever since he had saved his entire family at the age of 5 by smelling smoke and waking everyone. He had been heralded by the press as a hero, and much was made of his name. As soon as he was able, he studied all aspects of firefighting science. He had pestered the local fire station into accepting him as a sort of volunteer in his early teens, and as soon as he had graduated from high school a year early, he had enrolled in the firefighters academy. He had flown through the program, and had done so well on the physical tests that he was always the man assigned to climb into buildings and rescue people. His strength was incredible, and his small frame made it easier to get in and out of tight situations. He was able to easily carry people twice his size to safety. Heero lived alone at age 18, not lonely, but content to quietly save lives. The publicity he got brought many offers from women, but he always politely declined, and walked away. Everyone thought he was just shy and dedicated. Heero always felt like he was waiting for something, or someone, and he would know when he found it.

The fire truck screamed up and the firefighters jumped into action. There was a large group of people outside the building in pajamas; it appeared that most of the occupants had already been evacuated. Heero's job was to determine if anyone was missing, so he questioned all the people. Everyone seemed to be accounted for, until a girl suddenly screamed, "Duo!"

Heero made his way over to her. When she saw him she rushed over and cried, "Duo's still in there!"

Heero tried to get her to calm down, and she explained that her neighbors were on vacation and Duo was housesitting for them, and that she didn't see Duo around anywhere. Heero quickly found out which apartment, then assured the woman that he would find this person. Then he went to work.

Deciding that there was no other way in, Heero got the ladder positioned and climbed up it to the second floor window of the designated apartment. Peering in the window, he could only see smoke. He tried calling out, but there was no answer. He broke the window and climbed inside. There was no one visible. He looked around the apartment. There was smoke, but no obvious flames; but Heero knew the apartment just down the hall was almost engulfed, and this one wasn't far behind.

Checking the living room and kitchen, there was only one other alternative: the bedroom. He tried the door, but it was locked. He called out, and thought he could hear what sounded like sobbing inside. Seeing no other alternative, he backed up, braced himself, and kicked the door down. It splintered easily, and as he stepped through the ruined doorframe, he scanned the room quickly. Time was running out.

Heero almost gave up; the room seemed empty. Then, he realized that what he had taken to be a pile of bedding was actually a person. The person moved, and what seemed like yards of chestnut hair spilled out.

"Hello," Heero called out; the person was obviously scared to death. He almost assumed it was a girl; the hair and size of the person seemed to confirm it. "Are you hurt?"

The person started, and huge violet eyes peered out. Heero still couldn't be sure of the person's gender. Then the person tried to bury himself or herself beneath the blanket once again, sobbing.

Heero approached; he needed to get them out of there. Then he remembered what the girl had said the person's name was. "Duo?" he called out gently.

Duo peeked out again. Heero took another step closer. "Can you get up, Duo?" Heero had seen this type of thing before; people trapped in fires sometimes became too frightened to even help themselves. Huge luminous eyes stared back at him. Then the head shook; a negative. "Will you let me carry you, then? We have to get out." Duo nodded uncertainly, and more of the face appeared, revealing a heart-shaped face and sensuous lips. Heero shook his head; why were his thoughts straying like that? He stepped forward and bent down. Heero said, "I'm going to pick you up now, ok, Duo?" Duo nodded again, and Heero bent forward and scooped up Duo as best he could, hampered by the blankets. He pulled the blankets away; Duo was even smaller than he had thought, clad in a loose t-shirt and boxers. Heero stood up with Duo in his arms; Duo barely weighed anything. Duo's hair flowed out, threatening to trip Heero. Heero stopped and tried to gather Duo's hair; it felt like spun silk between his fingers. Duo realized the problem and helped gather the hair.

Finally, Heero was satisfied that he could carry Duo, and he walked toward the window. Since Duo was so light, it was no problem for Heero to climb down the ladder. Spotlights hit Heero as he climbed down, lighting his way. A cheer went up from the crowd as Heero emerged safely with his bundle. Heero could feel Duo snuggle against him and make a contented sound as they went further away from the fire. Inexplicably, his heart started pounding at the feeling of Duo against him. Even more concerning was the fact that he felt himself becoming aroused at the sounds Duo was making. What was wrong with him? No one had ever made him feel like this before. He wasn't even sure if the person he was carrying was male or female. He had just finished rescuing Duo from a dangerous fire, and here he was, what? Lusting after a stranger? Heero forcibly suppressed those feelings as he stepped off of the ladder and carried Duo toward the waiting ambulance. Duo hadn't spoken, and standard procedure in these cases was to hospitalize the person for observation if nothing else. There could be smoke inhalation or other effects.

Heero further confused himself by feeling reluctant to release Duo to the paramedics. He had an irrational urge to take care of Duo himself, as if no one else could be trusted. But he knew what was necessary, and he gently laid Duo down on the waiting stretcher. Duo looked even smaller then; the stretcher was much too big. He hovered around nervously, watching as they checked Duo over. Heero was asking what hospital they were taking Duo to, when out of the corner of his eye he saw them cut off Duo's shirt. It was then that he realized that Duo was male. He found himself staring at the boy's smoothly muscled chest, and he wondered how he could ever have been unsure of Duo's gender. Duo was beautiful, but in a definitely masculine way. Strangely, it didn't bother him; he was even more attracted to him now. He almost asked if he could ride in the ambulance with Duo, but he had mop-up operations to finish. He decided to go by the hospital as soon as he went off duty.

The rest of the operation went fairly smoothly, but the building was a total loss. No one would be living there again. Heero didn't want to wait to go by his apartment after work; he was anxious to check on Duo. So he cleaned up as best he could at the fire station, then drove to the hospital.

Duo was in and out of consciousness for most of the ride to the hospital. The only clear thought he had was of an angel, a handsome angel dressed in a fireman's uniform. He remembered falling asleep in his friend's apartment. He was staying there because he had no other place to go. He had lost his last job because he had rebuked his boss's advances, and he hadn't found another one yet. So he had had to give up his apartment, and since his friends were going to be gone for a month, he had moved in to keep an eye on things. It had given him a chance to rest, take a break from the rat race he had been running for the past four years, since his foster parents had died and he had run away from the orphanage. He had held various jobs, just getting by while he studied on his own. He worked hard and finally got his diploma. He was 18, and still didn't know what he wanted to be when he grew up.

He remembered falling asleep, then the nightmares had begun as usual; nightmares that had plagued him for as long as he could remember. The dream was always the same: fire. When Duo was five years old, all of his family-- mother, father, sister-were killed in a house fire. Duo was the only one to escape. He had been shuffled around from relative to relative, until finally being put up for adoption. Of course, by then he was too old to be adopted easily, and he was placed in a succession of foster homes alternating with the local orphanage.

Duo escaped from the fire nearly unscathed; his only injury was the fact that nearly all his hair was burned off in the fire. Duo, unlike most little boys, had loved for his mother to brush his hair; it was one of his few clear memories. They had had to shave off the rest of his singed hair, and Duo hated being bald; he vowed then and there to never cut his hair again. It was the one thing he held onto over the years. That, and the nightmares. They began about a year after the fire, and got progressively more detailed over the years. They didn't happen every night, but often enough so he dreaded going to sleep. Duo was also scared to death of open flames of any kind.

Duo had been awakened from his nightmare by the smell of smoke. At first he thought the dream was just more realistic than usual; then, he realized the smoke was real. He was panic-stricken; though he couldn't see any flames, he imagined he could feel them, creeping toward him, searching for him, coming to take back what they had missed the first time.

Duo knew he should run, escape; but he couldn't move. He just slumped to the floor next to the bed, and gathered the covers around him as if they would protect him. He hid his head; if he couldn't see the flames, they wouldn't hurt him. It was getting harder to breathe. The smoke grew thicker, and Duo withdrew; burying himself deep inside the blankets and deep inside his mind.

Until he heard the crash. And the angel came; the angel who knew his name. Peering out of the blankets, a vision appeared out of the smoke; a vision with cobalt blue eyes and a beautiful face. Duo's mind, already half gone, knew this was an angel. No one could be that beautiful, and he was destined to die in the fire. Duo decided that if he was supposed to die, he might as well go with the pretty angel. The angel spoke in a soothing voice, and carried him away.

The angel was surprisingly warm and felt real. Duo could feel muscles rippling just beneath the uniform. Oddly, the angel was wearing a firefighter's uniform. Duo's subconscious accepted this, though. The angel held him tight, and Duo had never felt safer in his life. Duo snuggled close to the angel, happy that at last it was all over. The angel would keep him safe. Maybe the angel would stay with him. Duo liked being in the angel's arms. He liked it so much, he was embarrassed to find he was getting hard. Duo felt he shouldn't be aroused by an angel, but he was so pretty and strong.

Duo felt the angel carrying him away from the fire, away from the heat, toward safety. Closer he snuggled, and drifted off to sleep.

Part Two

Heero walked slowly toward Duo's room, not entirely sure why he was there. Well, he knew why he was there, but he wasn't ready to admit it to himself, let alone anyone else. He told himself he was concerned about the person he had saved; he had clearly been scared into immobility by the fire. Heero was thoroughly confused by the feelings that the thought of Duo evoked in him. Heero had never been sexually attracted to anyone, much less a boy. He never thought much about it. But now, every time he thought about the violet-eyed boy, he was filled by confusing feelings and unfamiliar desires. And a strong desire to protect him. Heero sighed and knocked on the door. The nurse at the desk had said that Duo seemed to be all right, just a bit of smoke inhalation, and he was quite shaken up. He would probably be released tonight. Heero was relieved that he had come tonight, rather than waiting; he might have missed him otherwise. He had to see Duo.

Duo was startled awake by the knock on the door. He had just dozed off, it seemed. He was still rather disoriented; he had woken up as he had been taken out of the ambulance, into the hospital. He almost cried then; where was his angel? Duo was confused by the bright lights and loud noises; slowly awareness crept in. He was alive; he was in a hospital. He had somehow escaped the flames once again. No, not somehow; an angel had saved him, a cobalt-eyed angel with incredible strength. But the angel was gone now, replaced by coldly efficient doctors and nurses.

Soon, he had found himself tucked into bed in this room, empty except for him. He was told that he was lucky to be alive. Duo disagreed, but didn't voice that opinion. Then he was told to rest. He lay back on the bed, thought about the angel and drifted off. He sat up in bed. Who would be here to see him? The nurses didn't knock.

"C-come in," he said, voice hoarse from the smoke, eyes fixed intently on the door.

Heero heard the faint voice inside the room, and hesitated briefly, not entirely sure what he was about to get into. But he was not about to turn back now. He took a deep breath and pushed open the heavy door. Heero's heart was pounding.

Stepping through the door, his eyes scanned the room quickly, noting that the only occupied bed in the room was taken by a longhaired vision with huge violet eyes. Duo. His heart leaped at the sight of the slender boy, safe and sound. And staring back at him.

Duo looked apprehensively at the door as it opened. It was his experience that surprises were generally not good things; he liked to know what was going on around him. Then he stepped through the door, and Duo's heart stood still; it was his angel!

The two boys stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, looking into each other's eyes.

Heero was face to face with the person who had enchanted him, and now he had no idea what to say. He felt like a stalker or something: excuse me, you don't know me, but I rescued you from a fire. Heero was at a loss for words. All he knew was the boy's name.

Duo stared, dumbfounded, at the vision before him. His angel had come back! Duo had thought he had hallucinated the blue eyes and strong arms that had rescued him. "Angel!" he blurted out without thinking.

"What?" said Heero, thoroughly confused now. Of all the things he had imagined, this wasn't it.

Duo realized he had spoken aloud. "You... you're my angel! From the fire!"

Heero scowled. "I'm not an angel. Are you all right?"

Duo looked crestfallen. "You're not an angel?"

Heero's heart twisted at having caused the look of sadness to cross Duo's beautiful face. "No, just a firefighter. You wouldn't get up, so I had to carry you, and..." Heero realized he was rambling. "Your name is Duo, right?"

Duo was confused now. "You did know my name! I knew it! You came out of the smoke and knew my name and saved me." He dropped his head. "I thought I was dying, I thought you were an angel. Silly, huh? Sorry."

Heero couldn't stand to see Duo so upset. He stepped closer, to the foot of Duo's bed, and said decisively, "No. It's not silly."

Duo looked up at the fierce tone in Heero's voice. He looked even better close up, out of the smoke. He was dressed in form-fitting jeans and a clean white t-shirt that showed off his incredible muscles. Duo managed to smile. "So if you're not an angel, you must have a name. You know mine somehow, so what's yours?"

Heero answered, "Heero."

This made Duo giggle. "Hero? My angel's name is Hero?"

Heero frowned, then was slightly taken aback at the possessive pronoun. "No, it's Heero."

Duo looked at him. "The way you said it sounded different."

Heero answered, "It is. It's Heero. The r is pronounced differently, like a cross between an l and an r."

Duo tried it. "Heero. Is that better?" Heero nodded; Duo actually picked it up very quickly. "Cool. What language is it?"

"Japanese," Heero answered.

Duo frowned at him. "You don't look Japanese."

"I'm half Japanese," Heero explained patiently.

Duo grinned. "You sound like you've explained that a few times in your life."

Heero almost smiled at that. "Yes, I have."

"Sorry for asking, then," Duo said sheepishly. "I have a tendency to run off at the mouth."

Heero was about to reply when he was interrupted by a nurse bustling in. "Mr. Maxwell! I didn't know you had a visitor!"

Duo smiled at the nurse. "This is Heero, my hero." Duo giggled at his intentional pun. "He saved my life."

Heero watched Duo interact with the nurse, realizing that the longhaired boy was one of those people who could instantly charm anyone. The nurse was fawning over him in a maternal way. Then he realized the nurse was speaking to him.

"I remember seeing a news story about you! You're the young firefighter they were going on about," the nurse, Linda according to her nametag, was saying.

Heero was about to reply, to downplay himself, when Duo spoke up. "He's famous?"

The nurse went on, "You haven't heard about him?" Duo shook his head, causing his hair to cascade around him in a manner that Heero found incredibly distracting. "Oh, he's only amazing! The youngest person ever to complete the firefighter training, and he beat all their records for strength and speed to boot. He's like Superman or something, indestructible."

Heero found himself blushing at Linda's gushing account. Then Duo spoke up, "He certainly is amazing," he said softly. Heero forgot all about the nurse and started to get lost in those violet eyes.

Linda suddenly remembered her duty, and said, "Oh, I was going to tell you, the doctor has released you. He says you're ok, just take it easy for a few days for your lungs to clear up. You're free to go!"

Heero, who had been staring at Duo, saw the boy's reaction to those words. Instead of being happy, he seemed upset. Heero frowned.

Duo looked down, embarrassed. "There's a problem with that," he began. "I... sort of don't have anywhere to go. I was... staying in a friend's apartment when the fire broke out."

Heero's heart started to race. This was his chance, his chance to stay close to Duo, to watch over him like he absolutely knew he had to do. Heero had never done anything in his life under impulse before, but he knew what he had to do. His voice almost shook, but he managed to say, before Duo could go on, "You can stay with me."

Duo looked at Heero, stunned. His mouth was hanging open, he was sure of it. But he was so surprised by what his angel, no, Heero, had said, that he couldn't help himself. This amazingly gorgeous boy was offering to... "No, I couldn't," Duo managed to stutter, even though his heart screamed, YES!

Unaware of the undercurrent between the two boys, Linda chirped up, "Sounds like a good idea to me! I think you should take him up on it, Duo."

Heero added, trying not to sound too eager, "Really, it's no problem. I live alone, I've got a spare bedroom, it's not an imposition." Heero realized he was rambling again, and forced himself to shut up before he started begging.

Duo was having an internal conflict himself. He wanted nothing more than to go home with Heero. Something about the other boy made him feel safe and warm inside, which was ridiculous of course. But he couldn't... could he? He felt his resolve waver in the face of that steady cobalt gaze. "Are... are you sure? Maybe just for a few days, until I find another place..." Duo trailed off, mesmerized by the way Heero's face seemed to light up at his words. Could Heero really want... Duo forced himself to stop that line of thinking right there. Heero was just being nice, he probably felt sorry for him, and besides someone as gorgeously masculine as the firefighter had to be straight. Duo had never had good luck, and there was no reason to think it was going to start now. Duo had always been attracted to boys, and had never questioned that part of his psyche. He just didn't feel the need to advertise it, as most of the men he had ever been attracted to were straight. Duo had just figured it was his lot in life to be alone. But Heero had stirred up all these feelings... involuntarily, he flashed back to when Heero had carried him, how good those arms had felt around him, and how badly he wanted to feel them again.

Linda spoke up again, startling both boys who had nearly forgotten she was there. "Well, that's all set then! I'll get those discharge papers." And she hurried out of the room, evidently pleased with herself.

That left the two boys once again staring at each other, not sure how to proceed. Duo suddenly realized something. "Oh, man, I just realized something! All my clothes were back in the apartment! I don't know what happened to the clothes I was wearing," Duo looked down, indicating the thin hospital gown that was his only covering. "I hope you have a car, cause I really don't want to ride the bus this way!" he joked.

Heero pulled his mind back to reality, from contemplation of Duo in and out of the gown, and said. "I have a car. I also brought some clothes for you. They will probably be too big, but..." he trailed off, and offered a bag to Duo. Heero watched amazed as gratitude, and something else, flooded over Duo's expressive face.

"Oh, wow! You're amazing! You did this for me..." Duo seemed unable to finish.

"I figured you might want something clean to wear home, since your hospital visit wasn't exactly planned," Heero said, sounding lame to himself.

Damnit, Duo, get a grip. The guy is just being nice. Can he help it if he looks just like your wettest fantasy and is considerate too? Don't go there... Duo tried to warn himself, but even he could see it was already far too late. Duo was falling, and falling hard.

Heero was concerned by Duo's silence. Had he offended the longhaired boy? He couldn't read Duo's expression. He watched Duo reach into the bag and pull out a white t-shirt and a pair of shorts. "I'm sorry, I grabbed what I had in my locker at the fire station. There wasn't much choice, but at least they're clean."

Duo looked up at Heero and said, "I'm sure they're fine. I don't know how to thank you for... for everything," he finished, and got lost in those eyes again.

"You don't have to. Just let me help," said Heero softly, mesmerized by Duo's expressive eyes, but not sure what they were expressing. He wanted to be sure, sure he wasn't reading anything more into this than there was. The way Duo was looking at him... he wanted to see that look forever.

Realizing he was staring again, Duo said, "Well, I guess I'd better change."

Heero said, "I'll wait outside then."

"No, don't bother, I'll just go in the bathroom," Duo answered, and hopped off the bed. Too quickly. Duo felt the room spin around him; he felt lightheaded and dizzy. Duo realized he hadn't had anything to eat today. But he wasn't about to tell Heero that.

Heero watched Duo jump up, then stop and sway. Instantly, without thought, he rushed to Duo's side.

Duo was grabbing for the bed when he suddenly felt those strong arms around him again, holding him close. Heero's arms were wrapped around his waist, and they were pressed together from the waist up. Duo looked up, into Heero's eyes, and suddenly became very aware that he was naked save for a thin, backless gown. One of Heero's hands was against his bare skin, and he could smell the other boy's clean scent. Duo was very glad that they were only in contact from the waist up, because Heero's proximity had made him instantly rock hard.

Heero felt Duo against him, and felt the other boy's silky smooth skin under his hand. Their faces were inches apart, and Heero found he couldn't breathe. Duo fit in his arms perfectly. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Heero felt his erection strain against his jeans, demanding. Finally he managed to blurt out, "Are you ok?"

Duo nodded, unable to trust his own voice. He had thought the feeling of Heero holding him earlier was wonderful, but now that he was fully awake to enjoy it, he found he didn't ever want to be let go.

"Are you sure? You looked like you were about to faint," Heero murmured, concerned, not letting go of the longhaired boy.

"Are you trying to make a habit of saving me?" Duo tried to joke, weakly.

"Yes," Heero replied, seriously, and Duo's heart nearly burst. Could he really be this lucky?

Heero could scarcely believe it; the longhaired boy had made no move to remove his arms, and seemed to be content in this position. Could it be? Heero dared to hope.

"Just a bit dizzy," Duo tried to explain, and tried to resist pressing his arousal against the gorgeous boy holding him. He wasn't sure yet.

"Can... can I help you get dressed?" Heero asked tentatively, all the while wanting nothing more than to help him get undressed, and berating himself for his base thoughts.

"No, I think I can manage now," Duo answered, not wanting to have to explain his raging erection. Not noticing the huge bulge in the front of Heero's jeans.

Reluctantly, Heero released Duo, and the longhaired boy made his way to the small bathroom. Heero watched intently as he was treated to tantalizing glimpses of Duo's backside, feeling guilty for watching yet unable to tear his eyes away.

Duo emerged minutes later, thankful for the loose clothing that hid his arousal. Heero smiled; the clothes were much too large for the longhaired boy.

Just then, Linda swept back into the room with a stack of paperwork. Duo had to sign several times, and listen to a stern lecture about taking it easy, then he was free to go.

Part Three

Heero led Duo into the parking lot, and to an older black Corvette with a license plate that read, "ZERO."

"Wow, nice car," Duo said as Heero unlocked it, and held the door for Duo. "Why zero?"

"It's what everyone said the car was worth when I got it, but I fixed it up," Heero said proudly. They talked about the car on the drive back to Heero's apartment.

Soon, they arrived, and Heero once again held the door for Duo. Duo had to admit, someone trying to take care of him was nice for a change. He had to remind himself not to get too used to it.

Heero led Duo inside, inexplicably anxious that the other boy approve of his apartment. But Duo seemed to love it, commenting that they had similar taste.

Heero showed Duo around the apartment, and showed him the guest room where he would be sleeping. Then he had a thought.

"Are you hungry, Duo?" Heero asked.

Involuntarily, Duo's stomach growled, and they both laughed. "I guess so!" Duo answered.

Heero suddenly realized something. "You must be anxious to get cleaned up. Why don't you take a shower while I fix us some sandwiches? Then we can get some sleep. I have tomorrow off, so I don't have to get up early. I'm starving, myself."

At the mention of a shower, Duo's face lit up. "Oh, man, that sounds great. My hair feels disgusting. I hope I don't use up all your shampoo, though," he indicated his long hair sheepishly. "Sometimes I think I should cut it--"

"No!" They were both startled by Heero's sudden outburst. "Sorry, I meant to say, I hope you don't."

Duo unconsciously played with his flowing hair. "I don't really want to. It's just a lot of trouble sometimes."

Heero reached out a hand slowly, and when Duo didn't resist, he lightly stroked Duo's hair. "It's worth it," he whispered.

Duo held his breath; this was too good to be true. He was suddenly very aware of the fact that he and Heero were completely alone, no nurses, no hospital staff to interrupt them. He gently moved his face against Heero's hand, pressing lightly to show he liked the contact.

Heero couldn't believe he was doing this, but the longhaired boy gave him such intense feelings he couldn't think straight. He had no idea what to do, just an overwhelming need to touch Duo. And Duo was letting him.

The moment was interrupted by another loud growl from Duo's stomach. They both looked at each other guiltily, and Heero reluctantly lowered his hand. "Why don't you go shower, then we can eat. I don't want you to starve."

Duo nodded, and walked slowly to the bathroom; Heero had already shown him where everything was. He shut the door behind him and leaned against it, emotions in turmoil. Was this really happening to him? It seemed to good to be true. Heero was handsome, and heroic, and strong... and seemed to want him. Seemed to care. No, it couldn't be true. Duo had never had any good luck when it came to love. In fact, he wasn't sure if it really existed. Lust, now that he was familiar with. He had been treated as an object too many times. It seemed to have something to do with his long hair and delicate features. Apparently long hair equaled sex toy to some men, and Duo looked like a victim to them. They soon found out otherwise. Duo's slim frame hid muscles like steel, and a will to match. Duo tried fading into the background, to escape notice, but it never worked. He always attracted attention no matter where he went. The men never seemed to want to go past the exterior to see the real Duo. They only wanted one thing. But Duo wanted to wait; to wait for the love of his life. If he was even out there. It was hard to resist sometimes, though... they could be very sweet and convincing. Until they found out that Duo was a virgin, and intended to stay that way. Some just gave up, making their intentions all too clear. Others pursued even harder, wanting to be the one to pop the beautiful boy's cherry. Duo had found a way to deal with the pressure those men put on him, though. Since they seemed to all be after sexual gratification alone, Duo learned to be an expert at other forms of gratification. In fact, some had called him the "prince of blowjobs." Duo stared at himself in the mirror. How many cocks had he sucked, all to protect his chastity? He was so good at it that he was able to persuade most guys to just be satisfied with his mouth alone. And the ones that were more persistent, well, he was stronger than he looked, and when you have a pretty face and long hair, you learn how to defend yourself very quickly.

But as good as Duo was with his mouth, he was always left unsatisfied by his encounters. He would go home, alone, and pleasure himself while dreaming of the prince he had never found. The one he would allow into his heart, soul and body. The one who would make him whole, and complete him. Duo had once believed that he would know his prince when he saw him; they would know each other by spirit alone. Lately, though, he had given up hope. But now, Duo was almost afraid at the spark of hope that rose in his heart. Afraid it would be doused again, or afraid it would grow? He wasn't sure.

Duo turned on the shower and let it warm up as he undressed. Seeing a robe hanging on the wall, he touched the soft fabric almost reverently, then gathered the material in his hands. It smelled of Heero; the smell made Duo rock hard again as it reminded him of what it felt like to be carried in the other boy's arms, and how he wanted so much more. Groaning with frustration, he stepped into the shower, letting the warm water relax him. It did nothing, however, to alleviate his arousal. In fact, showers usually made him more aroused, the warm water caressing him in all the places he wanted to be touched, running over him intimately.

Duo started the long task of washing his hair, trying to ignore his erection, but it wasn't easy. Soon, he could take it no longer, and, almost guiltily, slid his hand down to grasp his own hardness. Duo moaned as he stroked himself, letting the last of the shampoo rinse out of his hair. All he could see was Heero, above him, holding him, touching him... how Duo wanted it to be Heero's strong hand instead of his own pumping his arousal!

Outside in the kitchen, Heero had finished making sandwiches, and wondered if he should check on Duo. Unbidden, visions of a naked Duo, wet and soapy, sprang to his mind, and he wondered if it was concern or his libido that was prompting the worry. Heero tried to tell himself that Duo was still weak and shaken up by the fire, and he might need help in the shower, and he found himself walking slowly toward the bathroom. Heero realized he was getting hard again, just thinking about Duo. Heero was so confused, he wasn't sure what he was doing or why; he just had an irresistible urge to see Duo, to touch him...Heero took a deep shuddering breath and put his hand on the doorknob. He turned it, and opened the door slightly, and a puff of steam came out. The water was still running and he could just hear a slight splashing... and something else. A moan? Unsure, he called out, "Duo?"

Duo was deep into a fantasy; in his mind, Heero was behind him, pressing against him, and reaching around to stroke his aching arousal. A low moan escaped his lips, then he heard his name. Heero. Almost losing his balance in the shower, he gasped, nearly moaning, "H-Heero?"

Heero's erection suddenly became fully hard as he heard Duo half moan his name. "Are you ok, Duo?"

Duo answered from behind the curtain, blushing furiously as if Heero knew what he had been doing and thinking. "Fine, thanks. Just finishing my hair. Sorry I took so long."

"No, no, it's fine," Heero said quickly. "I was just worried about you."

Heero was worried about him? Involuntarily, Duo's heart surged. "I'll be done in a minute."

"Ok, just let me know if you... need me," Heero said, stumbling on the last phrase. If only Duo needed him like he needed Duo...

If you only knew, Heero, Duo thought. "Ok," he answered, resisting the urge to throw the shower curtain aside and drag the other boy in with him. Duo shook his head; he wasn't even sure Heero liked boys, let alone wanted him. He needed to be sure.

Heero sighed as he shut the bathroom door and leaned heavily against it. His arousal throbbed in the confines of his jeans, and his heart raced at the thought of Duo just on the other side of the door. He heard the water stop, and Duo getting out of the shower. Heero forced himself to go back to the kitchen.

Duo toweled himself dry, trying to avoid touching his aching erection for fear he wouldn't be able to control himself any longer. He couldn't think clearly; the excitement of the long day's events and his desire for the other boy was clouding his judgment.

He wondered briefly whether he should put the shorts and T-Shirt back on; but desire was making him feel wanton, and he had just conveniently realized he needed to ask Heero something. Now. Duo wrapped the towel low around his hips, and let his damp hair cascade around him. He took a deep breath, and stepped out of the bathroom, making his way toward the kitchen. Part of him hoped his arousal wasn't too obvious in the towel, and the rest of him hoped it was. He called out, "Heero?" as he entered the kitchen.

Heero had been washing a few dishes when he heard Duo enter the kitchen. He turned around, plate in hand, and nearly dropped it. Duo stood in front of him, clad only in a skimpy towel, which was already slipping. Heero's eyes strayed inevitably lower... he dragged his eyes up, over the smooth chest to Duo's face as the other boy spoke.

"I, uh, need a brush, and..." Duo faltered as he watched Heero stare at him. He tried not to blush; he could almost feel Heero's eyes touch him. Finally, their eyes met and Duo shivered at the passion he was now almost sure he could read there. "I didn't want to snoop around," he finished, almost whispering.

Heero forcibly dragged his mind back to the conversation. He desperately wanted to look back down, to be sure that the bulge in the towel he thought he had seen was real. He looked deep into Duo's eyes, and managed to say, hoarsely, "Take whatever you want," not sure what he was really saying, "There's a brush in the top drawer." What was Duo doing?

"Thanks, I'll only be a few more minutes," Duo said, suddenly not trusting his body, which was screaming for him to throw off the towel and offer Heero his virginity. Maybe Duo was wrong about Heero, though; maybe he didn't really want him, and Duo would just make a fool of himself. Duo turned around and went back to the bathroom, cursing his reluctance.

Heero watched fixedly as Duo walked away, and the towel slipped just slightly. Heero realized he was nearly drooling at the sight of all that uncovered flesh. He rebuked himself. Eighteen years of not needing anyone, and now all of a sudden he was acting like a rutting pig. He was disgusted with himself. But not disgusted enough to look away.

Duo slipped back into the bathroom, sighing. He'd chickened out. He had been so sure about Heero, then... his non-existent self-confidence had failed him. Quickly, he combed out his hair, braiding it so it would stay out of his face. Then he dressed in the T-Shirt and shorts and made his way back to the kitchen.

Heero was leaning against the counter, trying to get his rebellious body under control. Then Duo came back, and he quickly offered the longhaired boy a chair, and a sandwich. Duo accepted gratefully; he was starving.

"You make a great sandwich, Heero. Thanks!" Duo said enthusiastically, around mouthfuls. Heero smiled. For some reason, making Duo happy made him feel good.

Heero watched Duo eat. Duo seemed to throw himself completely into everything he did, heart and soul. Duo seemed so full of life, but he thought he sensed a darkness beneath it all. No one could be that cheerful, certainly no one who had reacted to the fire as he had. Heero wanted to make Duo completely happy. Not to mention the fact that he wanted to grab Duo by that lovely braid and... Heero reined in his hormones once again.

Duo chattered away about inconsequential things as they ate, and they discovered they had much in common. They enjoyed the same music, books, and similar things. But soon, it was obvious to Heero that Duo was very tired.

"Why don't we get some sleep?" Heero suggested as Duo's eyelids drooped.

"Sounds like a good idea," Duo had to admit. He just hoped he was tired enough so the nightmares wouldn't come.

Heero showed Duo to the guest room, making sure the braided boy was comfortable. Duo snuggled under the covers, and Heero wished he could join him. "If you need anything, I'm right next door. Sleep well, Duo," Heero said softly.

"Thanks for everything, Heero. I really appreciate it. Sweet dreams," Duo answered, wishing he were sleeping next to Heero instead. He slipped into slumber almost immediately, he was so tired.

Heero walked slowly to his own bedroom, casting a longing glance at Duo's door. Then he changed into his sleeping attire, a silky pair of boxers, and slid into bed. But the thoughts of Duo wouldn't go away, nor would his erection. Frustrated, Heero tossed and turned, trying to ignore his aching arousal. It didn't want to be ignored.

Sighing, Heero rolled onto his back, sliding a hand into his boxers to try to relieve the pressure. He gasped as he touched his erection, and thoughts of Duo sprang into his mind. Duo in his arms, snuggling up to him and making moaning noises; the feel of Duo's hair, like spun silk in his fingers; and, finally, Duo standing in the kitchen, clad only in a towel, body wet and glistening... Heero had never done this before, but he knew theoretically what to do. What he didn't realize was how good it would feel. Heero stroked himself slowly, biting back the moans this produced. He couldn't stop thinking about Duo, touching him, kissing him, feeling the other boy against him... He stroked faster, biting his lip as the sensations increased. If anything, the pressure was getting worse, and there was a tight feeling building in his lower stomach. Heero felt guilty for doing this, thinking of Duo, but strangely the guilt only made it feel better. His arousal glistened with his excitement, and Heero was panting shallowly. Heero knew he was nearing something monumental; then he heard Duo's cries. Sitting straight up in bed, he listened intently; Duo sounded as if he were in pain. Heero launched himself out of the bed and was running to Duo's room before he could think.

Part Four

 Duo was deep in the nightmare again; the flames were coming for him, and this time no one would rescue him. The flames seemed even more malevolent than usual, as if they were angry to be denied Duo's death in the fire. In the dream, Duo searched everywhere for his angel, his Heero, but the smoke was too thick; he couldn't see. He called out his name, and his arms flailed everywhere looking for the comforting strength.

Heero burst into Duo's room, ready to kill, adrenaline pumping, cock still hard and ready to rescue Duo from the invader. But all he saw was Duo, looking more fragile than ever in the big bed, thrashing around as if fighting something. Duo was also talking, moaning a single word: "Heero." Heero stood stunned as he watched Duo writhe, part of his body noting how the longhaired boy was no longer wearing the t-shirt, and the boxers were pulled down; and Duo was calling his name! He was asleep, that much was obvious, and he was having a nightmare.

Heero didn't hesitate any longer; he kneeled on the bed beside Duo and tried to capture the flailing arms. It wasn't easy; the longhaired boy was stronger than he looked. Finally, after nearly getting punched twice, Heero succeeded in pinning Duo's arms to his sides. That allowed him to get closer to the thrashing boy, and he called Duo's name, in what he hoped was a soothing manner. Almost immediately, Duo started to calm down, and said, "Heero?" in a questioning tone.

"It's ok, Duo, I'm here," Heero soothed, pulling the other boy closer. Duo snuggled up to Heero's chest, just like he had in the fire. This seemed to calm him even more.

"Angel. Heero. You saved me again," Duo whispered against Heero's bare chest, making shivers go up Heero's spine and reminding him he still had a rock hard erection.

Duo tried to snuggle even closer against him, and Heero tried to keep his lower body away from the other boy. It wasn't easy.

Suddenly, Heero saw Duo's eyes open wide and stare at him. Apparently realizing what he was doing, Duo sat bolt upright and back, clutching the covers to his chest. He stared at Heero, and Heero was afraid to speak.

"I'm sorry," began Duo, unable to tear his eyes away from the half-naked boy on the bed.

"It's ok," said Heero softly. "Nightmare?"

Duo nodded.

"It was bad, wasn't it? And you've had it before," Heero guessed, and Duo confirmed with another nod.

"Can I help?" Heero asked, hoping against hope.

Duo almost said no, but something told him to take a chance. "Hold me?" he asked, eyes downcast, sure the other boy would refuse.

When Heero didn't answer, Duo looked up miserably, certain Heero would be angry with him now. But Heero was smiling at him. "No problem," Heero whispered, and slid closer to Duo on the bed.

Duo looked at Heero, and stopped thinking. Sliding back under the covers, he pulled back the blanket next to him and said, "Well, what are you waiting for?"

Not bothering to answer, Heero joined Duo under the blanket, and Duo snuggled up to him once again, putting his head on Heero's strong chest. He sighed and murmured, "Much better."

Heero held Duo close, almost content with the way the other boy melted into him. But his arousal had not dissipated, and apparently Duo noticed that as well.

Duo was far from asleep; he had noticed the large bulge under the blanket and felt himself harden in response. He began tracing patterns on Heero's flat stomach with his fingers, thrilling in the way the muscles tensed as Heero drew in his breath. Duo's fingers traced lower, until they were toying with the waistband of Heero's boxers.

Heero tried not to moan; this was all so new to him. He didn't know what Duo was doing; well, yes, he did know, but his mind refused to comprehend it. His body, though, had no such problem and was yearning for Duo's touch. His hand came up as if by itself and stroked Duo's hair. Then he let his hand stray lower, to touch the skin of Duo's smooth back. Duo arched into the touch, nearly purring.

Duo removed his hand from the top of Heero's boxers briefly, and suddenly his hair was unbound again, flowing down his back in graceful waves. Heero buried his hand in the chestnut silk, letting it run through his fingers like water.

Duo threw the blanket all the way off Heero, and lightly traced the outline of Heero's straining arousal through the silky boxers. Heero gasped and bucked his hips up, wanting more of Duo's touch. Duo smiled; he loved to reduce strong men to yearning need for him. But there was something more this time, Duo could feel it. He truly wanted to please Heero. He was dangerously close to being in love with the blue-eyed boy. And he didn't care. He wanted to give everything to Heero; body and soul. All of his body. He had always thought he would know when it was right, and he did. He would give it all to Heero tonight; all the pleasure he could handle, and finally he would get it in return.

Duo tugged at the waistband of the boxers, eager to touch Heero, and taste him. He wanted to show Heero how good he was with his mouth; but tonight, he wouldn't stop there.

Heero raised his hips to allow Duo to take off his boxers, still dazed by the night's events but not about to question at this point. He looked down at the gorgeous creature who seemed intent on ravishing him; Duo was looking at his arousal and licking his lips. Duo looked up, making sure Heero was watching as he delicately licked, ever so gently, along the length of Heero's trembling erection.

Heero threw his head back and moaned; the sight and the feeling of Duo's sensuous mouth on his erection was almost too much. He had to ask, breathing out a tremulous, "Why?" that he wasn't sure Duo had even heard.

But Duo looked up at him through long eyelashes and said, "Because you're beautiful, and kind, and I... want to. Do you want me to?"

"Oh, god, yes, Duo, I want you to," moaned Heero, but he had to say, "I just, uh, have never, you know, done this... or anything, before," he admitted.

Duo had suspected that Heero was a virgin, but he was happy to have it confirmed. "That's ok, Heero, I've never gone all the way either. I was saving myself. For someone special. And that someone is you. But I know a few things about it, and I can show you." With that, Duo took Heero's whole length in his mouth, savoring the clean taste of the untouched flesh. Duo's talented mouth worked its magic, driving the inexperienced Heero wild.

Duo was using all his skills to keep Heero from coming immediately; he wanted the other boy to enjoy the experience fully. It wasn't easy, though, because Heero was already on the edge.

Heero thought he was about to die; never in his life had he imagined such sensations could exist. To look down and see the sensuous Duo taking his arousal in his mouth was enough to make him stop breathing; but coupled with the intense pleasure that mouth was giving him: it was too much. Heero clutched at the sheets, ripping them. He wanted desperately to touch Duo; but he was afraid he wouldn't be able to control his strength in his passion, and he would die before he hurt Duo. He thrust upward helplessly, wanting, needing more of Duo's hot wet pleasure. All that existed was Duo and what he was doing to him; nothing else mattered in the world. Heero felt that tightening again, but a thousand times as intense.

Duo concentrated on giving Heero complete ecstasy, trying to ignore the throbbing in his own neglected erection. He had never felt this turned on by anyone before, and knowing that this was finally it, the person he was going to give himself to, made the anticipation all the more intense. Finally, he knew that even he wouldn't be able to hold back Heero's climax, and bobbed his head up and down faster, preparing himself.

Heero was beyond moaning; he was making incoherent sounds and thrashing his head back and forth. Then it happened; his world exploded; all thought ceased; unimaginable sensation washed over him and he released his first ever passion in Duo's waiting mouth.

Duo swallowed every drop of Heero's sweet nectar; no one had ever tasted so good. Heero pulsed on and on, gasping his name. Finally, he finished; but Duo was amazed to find Heero was still hard as a rock. Raising his head, he smiled up at Heero; the other boy was still shaking. Duo climbed up next to him and kissed him deeply, so Heero could taste himself on Duo's lips. Heero brought his hands up around Duo's back and held him close.

Finally, they parted, and Heero looked deep into violet eyes. "That was..." he trailed off, unable to find an appropriate word for what Duo had made him feel.

Duo smiled, thrilled he could give Heero such a feeling. Before, he had always felt empty after going down on someone, but this time he felt good; he knew he had given a gift of love. Love? Duo caught himself thinking the word automatically. He was falling in love.

"Does that mean you liked it?" Duo teased, thinking how adorable Heero looked right now. Then Heero surprised him, rolling him over onto his back and pressing him against the bed. Duo looked up at cobalt eyes gone dark with passion and moaned at Heero's roughness, thrusting his hips up against Heero's hardness.

"I want more," Heero breathed, and claimed Duo's mouth again. When he released him, Heero continued, "Show me."

Duo nearly came right then, looking at the promise of passion in that beautiful face. "Take off my shorts, then," he managed to say.

Heero complied instantly, and Duo's boxers disappeared like a memory. Heero just gazed at the beautiful boy lying before him. Creamy skin flowed over lean muscles, begging for his touch. Duo's arousal glistened, rock hard and trembling under the other boy's eyes. Duo's hair spread around him, and Heero thought the longhaired boy was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Heero once again pressed himself to Duo; but this time there was nothing between them, and every inch of their hard bodies melted together.

Heero and Duo both gasped as their arousals met; not even Duo had been this far before. Sweet friction made them both moan as they thrust against each other in instinct. Heero ran his hands over every inch of Duo he could reach, and Duo reveled in the way those strong hands made him feel. He ached to touch Heero with every part of his body.

Duo spread his legs so Heero could get between them, and they continued to thrust against each other, panting and desperate with need. Duo managed to say, between kisses, "I want you. Inside me."

Heero moaned; all he wanted was to be as close to Duo as possible, inside him, touching him forever. But he wanted to be sure. "Are you sure, Duo?" Heero murmured. "I know you've been saving yourself. Are you sure you want to give yourself to me?"

Duo forced himself to hold still, and took Heero's face in his hands, looking deep into the other boy's eyes. "I have been saving myself. For you. I know that now."

Heero let out a breath he hadn't even known he was holding. "And I've been waiting for you. So let's not wait any longer."

Duo shivered at the thought of what they were about to do, then smiled. "We need some lube."

Heero frowned for a moment, then disappeared. He returned a minute later with several items. Duo looked at them and chose one, then explained what to do with it. Heero listened carefully.

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you," Heero worried, torn by the need to protect Duo and the need to fuck the hell out of him.

Duo lay back and spread his legs invitingly, and said, "I'm pretty sure it won't hurt."

Heero looked down at the longhaired boy offering himself completely to him, and knew he couldn't resist the invitation. Carefully, following Duo's instructions, he stretched the other boy, preparing him fully for what lay ahead. Finally, he had three fingers inside Duo when the other boy arched up and said, "Oh, god, yes! I'm ready, Heero, take me, please," he continued, nearly begging.

Heero didn't need to be asked twice. He removed his fingers gently, and Duo whimpered with loss. Duo watched hungrily as Heero applied lube to his arousal.

Their eyes met for one more instant; Duo nodded, and opened his legs farther. Heero positioned himself, pressing the tip of his aching erection at Duo's virgin entrance.

Duo moaned; Heero's arousal felt huge against him. He wanted this so badly, he couldn't think about anything else.

Heero pushed, and just the tip slid inside Duo; the boy's body was impossibly tight. But Duo didn't seem to be in pain; he was moaning and begging for more. Heero pushed again, and Duo's muscles gripped his erection, driving all coherent thought from his brain. Deeper and deeper, tighter and tighter, Heero entered Duo, and they were virgins no longer.

Duo gasped; he was being filled, stretched, impaled; and it felt incredible. Heero fit perfectly inside him, filling him completely. There was a slight pain, but as he relaxed his muscles even that disappeared, leaving only pure pleasure in being so intimately joined with Heero. Wanting Heero even deeper, he wrapped his legs around Heero's back.

Heero pushed deeper; finally he felt his thighs against Duo and knew he was completely inside the longhaired boy. It felt so perfect, so right, so incredibly tight; it was all he could do to keep from pounding into Duo immediately. But he could tell that Duo needed time to adjust, so he slowly lowered himself down and claimed Duo's mouth as he claimed his body.

Duo moaned into Heero's mouth, wrapping his arms around Heero just like his legs. As he kissed Duo, Heero began making small motions with his hips, thrusting shallowly in and out of the violet-eyed boy. Duo tightened his grip on Heero. Slowly, Heero lengthened his strokes, and still he kissed his lover. Soon, Heero was thrusting in and out nearly fully, and both boys began to pant as the friction built up and up.

Heero soon found the perfect rhythm, and changed the angle of his thrusts until Duo was nearly screaming every time he drove himself inside the other boy. Harder and harder he pounded, building up to a crescendo that pushed Duo against the headboard.

Duo was lost; his mind was gone, and only the feeling Heero was giving him remained. Unconsciously, he raised his arms to brace himself against the headboard as Heero drove into him harder, hitting the perfect spot with each stroke. Filled, pounded, taken, fucked; words would never describe what Heero was doing to him, with him, inside him. Stroke after stroke the pleasure increased; and when Heero, on impulse, reached down to stroke Duo's erection, the longhaired boy could take no more. Uncaring of the neighbors or the rest of the world, Duo screamed Heero's name at the top of his lungs, and released his passion, violently, all over the both of them.

Heero sensed, felt, and heard Duo come; hearing his name screamed in ultimate ecstasy was as intoxicating as the tightening of Duo's muscles around his cock. One last stroke was all he could manage; then, with a possessive growl and one last look at the beauty beneath him, Heero climaxed, throwing his head back and pumping Duo full of his seed. Even better than the first climax Duo had given him, Heero's release seemed to last forever; breathing, let alone thought, impossible for what seemed like hours.

Finally, the tides of passion subsided. Heero collapsed next to Duo, withdrawing regretfully from his lover's body. Both boys were still out of breath, and Heero shakily drew a blanket over both of them, because Duo was trembling. But the longhaired boy was trembling not from the cold, but from the intensity of the act they had just shared. Though he had wanted to wait for the act to be one of love rather that lust, he was still amazed at the depth of feeling that existed between the two of them.

Gazing at Heero from inches away, Duo said the thing he had wanted to say to someone all his life, and he said it now without regret: "I love you, Heero."

Heero looked at Duo, who he had just met but already felt as if he had known forever. And he answered, truthfully, "I love you too." Then he gathered the other boy into his arms, and they drifted off to sleep, secure in the fact that they had found their soulmates at long last.

And as long as Duo slept in Heero's arms, he never had another nightmare again.


The handsome fireman rescued the fair damsel from the raging fire. Showing his impressive strength, the fireman put the damsel over his shoulder and carried the beauty to safety, long chestnut hair cascading around them. But the fair damsel was naughty, and wasn't wearing anything under the long t-shirt. The noble fireman put his hand on the damsel's leg to steady, and discovered this as his hand encountered only smooth, flawless skin where the shirt had been pushed up. The fireman was filled with desire; the maiden was breathtakingly beautiful. Nervously, he slid his hand higher on the damsel's perfect leg, expecting a sharp rebuke. The fireman's desire rose higher as the damsel wiggled and spread creamy thighs wider apart. The fireman carried the maiden to safety while his hand rose higher.

Duo moaned and spread his legs as far apart as he could while over Heero's shoulder. He tried to rub his trapped erection against his lover's shoulder as he grabbed handfuls of Heero's uniform to steady himself. Heero's firefighting uniform turned Duo on so much that he had convinced the cobalt-eyed boy to try a bit of role-playing. It didn't take too much convincing; Heero would do anything for his longhaired lover.

Luckily for Duo's fantasies, Heero had been assigned to clean up the older fire truck the firefighters used for parades and community fairs. Heero had injured his knee recently, not severely, but enough that he couldn't go out on calls for a while. So he was keeping busy by doing work like this. The old truck had its own garage out back, so the two boys had relative privacy to act out their fantasies. They were playing naughty fireman and damsel in distress.

Heero was enjoying himself too; the feeling of Duo's arousal pressing against his shoulder told him that his lover liked what he was doing. At first Heero had felt foolish, but the obvious desire in Duo's eyes when he saw Heero in his uniform was what he craved. He wanted, no, needed, to see that look in Duo's eyes; nothing turned him on more than knowing how much his beautiful lover wanted him. Heero still sometimes found himself amazed at his luck, that the two boys had found each other; since Heero had rescued Duo from the fire, and the two boys had made love, Duo had moved into Heero's bedroom. There they made passionate love every chance they got, and Duo's nightmares disappeared. Heero was gratified that Duo felt comfortable enough to tell his lover about his fantasy. Duo's moans went straight to Heero's aching cock.

Heero slid his hand higher, touching the inside of Duo's silken thighs. His fingers brushed the cleft of Duo's ass, and the longhaired boy moaned again, wiggling, trying for more contact.

Duo gasped; he wanted Heero's hands all over him, now. He loved feeling vulnerable to Heero; he trusted his love implicitly, and knew Heero would never hurt him. Heero was so strong he could easily carry his slim lover even when injured.

They reached the front of the fire truck. Heero climbed up and deposited Duo gently on the large front seat. It was a bench, and easily accommodated the two boys. Duo lay back on the seat and looked up at Heero, t-shirt pulling up. Heero knew what he wanted.

"I really should check you over, to make sure you're not hurt," Heero said, trying not to smile.

Duo moaned and raised his arms up over his head, and the t-shirt pulled up even higher. The picture was incredibly erotic. "Oh, yes, definitely," purred Duo.

Pushing the hat back on his head (Duo had insisted on the hat), Heero climbed up on the seat, between Duo's legs. His erection throbbed in the confines of his pants as he slid his hands over Duo's smooth skin. Slowly, he ran his hands up Duo's thighs. Duo moaned and spread his legs wider. Heero's breathing quickened as Duo opened himself to him. Just the sight of Duo's incredible body was enough to make Heero's heart race.

Heero continued to touch Duo, moving his hands higher, running up his lover's hips, deliberately not touching the other boy's erection. Heero pushed the shirt up as he went, running his hands all over Duo's hot skin, higher and higher up the longhaired boy's chest. Slowly, Duo's incredible body was revealed, inch by delicious inch, until the t-shirt was bunched under his arms and Duo was completely exposed to Heero's eyes. Duo was beyond beautiful; to Heero, he was every fantasy made real, offered to him only. Smooth creamy skin over taut muscles, arousal wet with need, the longhaired boy was Heero's alone.

Heero kept touching Duo, grazing his fingers over every inch of smooth skin, making the other boy writhe and squirm, trying to get Heero to touch him where he needed it most. But Heero ignored Duo's hardness, tempting though it was, and began to concentrate on teasing the longhaired boy's nipples. This made Duo gasp and writhe some more, and protest by bucking his hips, trying to make contact with Heero's body. But Heero wouldn't allow it, and leaned back.

Duo pouted, and decided to make Heero touch him. He moaned, and ran his hands down over his own body, arching up off the seat enticingly. Duo ran his fingers lightly over his own arousal, and between his silky thighs. The violet-eyed boy moaned and licked his lips as he touched himself. Heero watched for a minute, his desire rising, then decided to put a stop to it. He leaned down and captured Duo's hands in one of his, and pinned them to the seat above his head. Duo struggled half-heartedly; Heero knew how much his lover liked this, being held down.

Heero leaned down and murmured, "Now that's no way to treat someone who just rescued you, is it? You need to play nice, now..."

Duo moaned; he loved that Heero was still playing the game. "I'm sorry," he whispered contritely. "What can I do to thank you?"

"Spread your legs wider," Heero commanded.

Duo complied instantly, whimpering with need.

"Very good," said Heero, running his free hand down Duo's body. He bypassed Duo's aching erection, and ran his fingers teasingly up the inside of his lover's trembling thighs. "Keep them spread."

Heero pulled out a tube of lube, and set about preparing Duo as slowly as possible. By the time he was done, Duo was nearly sobbing with need.

"Please, Heero," begged Duo. "I need you inside me."

Heero's cock pulsed with need at his lover's words; the waiting made him as frustrated as Duo. So he relented, unzipping his pants, applying lube to his erection and positioning himself at Duo's waiting entrance. He pressed his arousal against Duo; then paused. "Do you want me, Duo?"

"Oh, god, yes, please, take me!" Duo cried, aching to be fucked hard. All the buildup was driving him insane with need. He raised his knees, spreading his legs apart as much as the space would allow. He lifted his arms above his head, offering himself completely to Heero. The heat of Heero's hard arousal against him tantalized him. Heero was still mostly wearing his uniform, and looked incredible.

Heero looked down at his sexy lover, and nearly lost control. Duo was the epitome of sex; anywhere they went, all it took was one look from the longhaired boy and Heero was hard as a rock. Duo was begging now, begging for Heero to take him, and Heero couldn't hold back. He pushed, and his cock slid inside his lover. Duo panted, in bliss; Heero slid deeper, knowing that the other boy wanted him to enter like this, relentlessly and without pause.

Duo was losing his mind; though Heero had offered to switch, the longhaired boy loved nothing more than to be taken, filled, fucked. He craved the feeling of Heero inside him; his lover's hot cock stroked him in all the right places, claiming him utterly. Heero was the first to ever take Duo, and Duo was his first; they learned together, and knew exactly what pleased the other. Now Heero was back where he belonged, deep inside his love; Duo loved every inch, every thrust of Heero's invasion.

Finally Heero was buried to the hilt, hands propped on either side of Duo's head, muscles bunching with the effort of not thrusting wildly. Heero looked down at Duo through shining cobalt eyes; Duo looked transfixed, sensuous mouth open, eyes closed and head thrown back. Heero waited; Duo opened his eyes and gazed at his love.

"Please Heero," groaned Duo, unable to wait. "Do it."

Duo's pleas were what he needed; with a growl, Heero started to thrust, pulling out slightly and pushing back in harder, building up speed and force until he couldn't think anymore. Duo's tight body gripped his length, squeezing and caressing it. The harder the thrust, the better it got; friction and heat and sweet pressure combined, driving him insane with passion. The cries of his lover were what he craved, the sound of Duo's sweet voice raised in passion were what he lived for. Heero drove his hot need into the willing body beneath him; closer to heaven they strove, two bodies joined as one, spiraling toward ecstasy.

Duo was screaming Heero's name continuously now, the mantra coming from his lips unconsciously. All he knew was what Heero gave him, hot flesh inside him, stroking him perfectly. Duo lost himself in the rhythm that was Heero; every stroke, every thrust, every sweet invasion driving him higher. Incredible, unbearable sensation ruled his universe; then Heero started pumping his neglected cock, and their passion surpassed itself. Duo thought he was dying, so intense was his climax; his seed covered them both, pulse after pulse wrenched from his trembling body.

Heero watched his beloved's beautiful face as he drove him to completion; nothing, not even the perfect body beneath him, gave him more pleasure than knowing what ecstasy Duo was feeling, and that only Heero gave that to him. Once, twice more the cobalt-eyed boy thrust; then he too succumbed to the inevitable, shooting his need deep into Duo's body, again claiming what was truly his. He possessed Duo's body, but the longhaired boy possessed his soul; as long as they were together, they could withstand anything.

Heero collapsed trembling next to Duo; the seat barely held them, but they snuggled close. Duo pressed as close as he could to Heero, burying his face in his lover's neck, breathing deep.

"I love you so much, Duo." Heero could barely form words.

"Love you too, Heero," sighed Duo happily. "Thank you. That was amazing."

Heero smiled and pulled his longhaired love closer. "Any other requests?"

Duo laughed, a delightfully wicked sound. "Think you can get hold of a policeman's uniform?"


The End!!

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