The Prince and The Assassin chapter 03 part 01/10
Chapter 03: The Dish Ran Away with the Spoon
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Duo strolled down the hall toward the armory for his afternoon sword lessons with Wufei when he bumped into Trowa.
“Hey Tro! I haven’t seen you in ages.” Duo smiled brightly at his cousin.
Trowa shook his head to the side displacing his unruly hair out of his face. “That happens when one is off fighting a war Duo.”
Duo chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his head. “Right. Forgot about that.”
Trowa was Duo’s first cousin on his father’s side. Trowa’s father, Dekim Barton had been his father’s half brother. Duo didn’t particularly care for his uncle in the least but he had to put up with him until his eighteenth birthday when he could assume the throne his father had left behind when he died. It was safe to assume that half the reason Duo snuck out of the castle as much as he did was to get away from his nosy pretentious uncle.
The man just made Duo’s skin crawl and that was putting it lightly. The fortnight after his father had died Dekim had married Duo’s mother and assumed the kingly duties until Duo was old enough to take power. Duo wasn’t in least bit pleased with the way Dekim was handling his father’s kingdom and neither were the people. That had become apparent when Duo started to venture out into Peacemillion.
Trowa cocked his head to the side and studied his friend and cousin more closely. “You look tired, Duo.”
Duo shifted uneasily from foot to foot. “Yeah, I stayed up late studying the last great wars of the millennia.”
Trowa smirked knowingly. “Still sneaking out to run with your gang?” Out the seemingly hundreds of people that live and frequent the castle the only ones that know about Duo’s nightly adventures were Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei.
Duo blushed and glanced around nervously. “Yeah and keep your voice down.”
The taller young man simply laughed at his younger cousin’s paranoia.
Duo growled. “Trowa you better not have told anyone or I’ll tell Uncle Dekim about your laundry room rendezvous’ with Quatre.”
That wiped the smug smirk off his cousin’s face right quick. “Duo, that’s not funny.” Trowa glanced around the hall himself.
“Yeah” Duo frowned in annoyance. “It’s not funny when it’s your secret someone’s blurting out.”
“I have kept your secret, David. And you promised to keep ours.” Trowa crossed his arms, obviously not happy with the turn the conversation had taken.
“I have Trowa, and I will continue to do so until you break down and ask him to marry you.” Duo broke the tension and smiled charmingly at his annoyed cousin. “So, what brings you to the Castle of Hell anyway, O’ Cousin of Mine?”
Trowa smiled slightly. Duo never changed; not since they were kids. “War’s over in Romafeller. You are another kingdom richer, my friend.”
Duo rolled his eyes and crossed his arms petulantly. “You mean Dekim’s another kingdom richer.”
Trowa smirked rather evilly. “At least until you turn eighteen. When is that again? Another what? Two? Three weeks?”
Trowa would be the first person to tell you that he hated his own father. Dekim Barton had never shown interesting his son and had been hard and strict while he was growing up. In some ways Trowa had a harder childhood than Duo and he wasn’t even being reared as the future king of a veritable empire. Not that he envied his cousin one bit, though.
No he had way more freedom than Duo and he liked his life just the way it was. Secret rendezvous’ with a certain blond squire included.
“Four weeks thank you very much.” Duo huffed, playing insulted, his nose in the air.
Trowa chuckled at his cousin’s antics, till Duo un-cocked his head and looked at him questioningly. “One would think that you were plotting your own father’s demise, Sir Barton.”
“I don’t need to plot that bastard’s demise.” Trowa grinned like a cat with feathers stuck between his teeth. “He does a fine job all on his own.”
That caused quite the maniacal chuckle to escape Duo. Both cousins shared in a mutual hate for one: Dekim Barton. Duo knew that the first order of business when he was finally crowned king would be to sentence Dekim to death under the charges of crimes against the kingdom; and he had already given the executioner duties to his favorite cousin, Trowa.
Some would say that’s cold even for an estranged son to be the executioner of his own father, but ever since Dekim had divorced Trowa’s mother he had been nothing more than a bothersome name sake to Trowa.
Settling his laughter to a more manageable laugh Trowa decided to cut straight to business. “Speaking of the devil, I just came from his rooms. He wishes an audience with you.”
Sighing heavily Duo nodded and turned back around the way he came. “Thanks Trowa. I’ll be expecting you at dinner?” Trowa nodded. “Good, be a doll and tell Wufei that I’m going to be late for his instructions.”
Both cousins parted and Duo made his way toward his uncle’s rooms with a heavy grimace upon his brow. There was nothing more tedious than having to listen to his uncle’s simpering and his mother’s twittering. Egh! It just gave him the willies.
Knocking on the door a call to enter made Duo roll his eyes. These would be his rooms in another month and he saw almost no reason to wait for permission to enter.
“You wanted a word, Uncle.” Duo strode into the room, his royal blue cloak billowing out behind him making him look even more regal than before.
“Ah yes.” His plump uncle was sitting behind the large cherry wood desk his father used to sit at and looked very much at home. Duo resisted the urge to curl up his lip in a snarl. “Come in and have a seat my son.”
Duo glanced around at the lounger where his mother usually perched, but found it empty much to his relief.
Dekim smiled sweetly at Duo and said, “You know, David, you can call me Father. After all, you are my son now.”
“I had a father, he died. You have a son who is very much alive. I would suggest not forgetting those facts.” Duo never played nice when it came to his throne stealing uncle.
Dekim frowned at the impertinent boy before him. “Boy, I have provided for you most of your life. I am married to your mother; therefore I am your father.”
“Yes,” Duo conceded. “You are married to the woman who bore me, not the woman who raised me. They are two very different women.”
“David! I will not have you speak about your mother that way.” Dekim’s face was growing red and the vein in his forehead was throbbing.
Duo knew that the more unpleasant he was the longer his visit would be so he bowed his head in apology. “My apologies to the good woman. I do believe that you asked me here to discuss business.”
Dekim eyed him as if he were about to jump up and bite him. “Yes. As you know we were engaged in a border skirmish with Romafeller.” He pulled a map out of a decorated tube and rolled it out over the desk top. “Sanq now spans from the Caspian Sea to the Carpathian Mountains to the Baltic Sea to the Ural Mountains.”
Duo reflected that Dekim looked unnaturally pleased with himself. “That’s quite the area of land.” His cousin had been out fighting for this land, risking his life at the order of his father and the only thing Dekim cared about was the growth of a kingdom that wasn’t even his.
“Indeed.” Dekim peered at the map in satisfaction then shook himself and smiled insincerely at his nephew come son. “That is quite the inheritance you will receive from your father.”
Duo fought the urge to slap that slimy look off his face. Instead he nodded his head and stood to take his leave. “I thank you for the update, but I must get on with my day.” He bowed his head fractionally then turned and left the room.
Dekim leaned back in his chair and frowned, his fingers tiered in front of his face. That insolent brat had been getting on his nerves for years.
He tried to be a nice man, a good father, a powerful king, but it just wasn’t good enough for that brat. Oh he had always been planning on keeping the throne, even if it meant by use of force, but it would be a last resort.
He had hoped that if he buttered up to his half brother’s son then the boy would be like all other royals: lazy and spoiled. But no, this one was different. He was smart and clever. He wanted his throne and knew how to rule it. Well, Dekim just couldn’t have that.
An evil smirk flitted across his face. The boy wouldn’t know what hit him. He would be dead before he could even scream; Dekim was going to make sure of that. Once the boy was disposed of, and before his eighteenth birthday he would be, then he would be on the throne; for good.
A soft chuckle left his lips as he looked back down at the map, the new Sanq borders outlined in red. Yes, he would be king, and he was going to kill for it.
*
Heero stood at the bottom of the castle wall waiting patiently for Duo. It had been a horrible two days.
His nights had been plagued with visions of flowing golden brown hair, deep endless violet eyes, soft supple lips, and the smell of lavender. Every morning he woke with a hard on and every evening he would stare at the ceiling of his room at the Inn and imagine what Duo was doing then.
It sickened him how much the young man occupied his thoughts, but it warmed him whenever he recalled the memory of that smile, laugh, and those soft supple lips working against his. He knew it had only been one night but he just couldn’t get it out of his head.
From the moment he saw Duo in that Inn he knew there was something off, something different, something unique about him. He was a stone cold killer, Heero would reason. There was no room for the warmth that Duo brought to his chest or the smile to his lips. But that was just it. He had been cold and hollow for so long, and Duo was filling him and warming him with the simple promise of meeting him again.
It was too much. He would say to himself. It wasn’t nearly enough. He would answer himself back.
A soft curse and a pebble hitting him on the head caught Heero’s attention. Turning around and looking up, he almost burst out laughing at the sight Duo presented.
Duo had his butt and legs on one side of the wall while his stuffed to the brim satchel and his arms were stuck on the other side. “Heero!” He whispered frantically. “Help me!”
Heero could just barely reach up and get a hand under Duo’s foot even at his tall height. “Duo! What on earth are you bringing with you?!”
“Just shut up and hold still while I get unstuck!” Duo growled as he worked at the jagged edge his satchel was caught on to get the bag loose. “AHA!”
His shout echoed in the silent night and his suddenly triumphant arm thrust threw off his and Heero’s balance causing their unstable support system to collapse to the ground.
Heero landed on his back a rock jabbing him in the ribs with Duo on top of him and the satchel chocked full of God knows what on top of him. The wind was knocked out of him and Duo couldn’t help giggling wildly as he struggled to get off his savior and help the poor man breathe.
“I’m sorry! Are you alright?!” Duo whispered furiously as he wrestled with the satchel.
Heero coughed once, wheezed twice then fisted a hand in Duo’s shirt and yanked the struggling man toward him. Their lips collided almost violently, but Heero swallowed Duo’s yelp of surprise and moved his lips hungrily over Duo’s.
Their tongues met and twined together before invading the other’s mouth and tasting what they both had missed for what seemed like far too long.
Pulling back, his lips still wrapped around Duo’s full, luscious bottom lip Heero nibbled on it lightly. “Now I am.”
Duo felt a giddy giggle bubble up his chest but clamped it down when he heard the guards begin their trudge toward their stations around the wall. “Hurry!” He whispered frantically. “They’re coming.”
He struggled to his feet under the weight of his satchel and yanked Heero to his feet before pulling him urgently into the forest.
They had been running for a while before the sounds and lights of Peacemillion could be observed from a distance and they slowed to a walk.
After catching their breath Heero smiled at Duo and pulled him to his chest once again to wrap his tongue around his and taste the sweet flavor that was only Duo. Pulling away after quite a few moments, Heero reached up and brushed a stray lock of hair way from Duo’s eyes and tucked it behind his ear. “I know it sounds strange, but I really missed you, Duo.”
“That’s not strange at all.” Duo breathed, his hands running up and down Heero’s muscular back, loving the feel of him under his soft cotton shirt. “I missed you too, Heero.”
Heero leaned forward and kissed at the corner of Duo’s moist mouth then buried his hand in the base of Duo’s braid and pulled him into a tight desperate embrace. “I dreamt of you.” He breathed into Duo’s lavender scented hair. God did everything about this man smell of lavender. “You fucking haunted my dreams.”
Duo nuzzled Heero’s neck cherishing the feel of his soft skin against his cheeks. “If this is the punishment for such a crime then I’m glad to have committed it.”
They both laughed, still clutching tightly to each other for a moment before pulling apart leaving only their hands clasped tightly as they walked toward town.
“What’s in your bag anyway Duo?” Heero asked the third time Duo shifted it uncomfortably on his shoulder.
“Clothes for the kids.” Duo readjusted the bag once again before smiling at Heero’s disbelieving face. “They don’t get much in the way of new things, you know. I bring clothes from the castle as often as I can. It’s the least I can do.”
Heero studied Duo’s blushing and embarrassed face, before leaning over and kissing him lovingly on the cheek. “You are one in a million, Duo.”
That brought an even deeper blush to Duo’s face and a hard pitter patter to his chest. “How do you know that?” He asked. “You’ve only met me twice.”
Heero blushed at the mention of his quick attachment. “In my line of work,” he began, “I have met and dealt with every sort of man on this earth. And you,” he tapped Duo on the nose, “are like none I have ever met.”
Duo scrunched his nose to displace the finger then smiled brightly and leaned forward to take Heero’s lips in a slow tender kiss with a grin tugging at his mouth. “You know, for such a handsome roguish looking man you are really just a big softy aren’t you.”
Chuckling Heero conceded, “We can’t all have the face of royalty Duo.”
That brought Duo up short as a sudden spark of pain lanced through his heart. This man, this gorgeous, kind, tender, sexy, delicious man can never know who he really is. Though, not by his choice. If it was his choice he would just waltz out of the castle doors and foxtrot right into Peacemillion, crown be damned, but for his safety, for the gang’s safety, and the safety of this wonderful man who had already stolen his heart no one can know that he is the crowned prince of Sanq.
Heero stopped and looked at his companion. Duo had a pained expression as he stared off into the distant lights of Peacemillion. “Are you alright Duo?”
Jolted out of his momentary crumbling world, Duo gave his worried companion a smile. “Yeah, just this damned bag is heavy.”
“Here,” Heero reached over and lifted the satchel off of Duo’s shoulder with surprising ease. “Let me carry it the rest of the way. You’ll be too tired otherwise to tell your story to the gang.”
“Nah.” Duo smiled and grabbed Heero’s hand, entwining their fingers after Heero had the satchel situated. “I’m never too tired to tell them stories.”
“I should hope not.” Heero chuckled. “You tell wonderful stories.”
Duo smiled at him with such beauty it almost took Heero’s breath away. “Thank you, Heero. That means a lot to me.”
They traveled on in silence for a ways until they were about to break out of the woods and enter Peacemillion proper. Duo stopped and looked into Heero’s eyes. “Heero, I may have the face of a king, but I have the heart of commoner.” His voice was soft like dew on a leaf. “And because of that you will never be far from my heart.”
Raising his hands Duo stroked them down Heero’s cheeks than leaned in to give him a gentle kiss before turning and walking into Peacemillion. Heero staring after him with a warm smile permanently etched to his lips.
Solo hailed them as they stepped under the door way of the abandoned church and were immediately surrounded by laughing and talking street children all excited to see what Duo had brought them.
“Calm down, guys. Everyone will get something, I promise.” Duo laughed happily as the kids tore him from Heero’s side and pulled him toward the small cooking fire where a few rabbits were roasting.
Heero watched the scene with a small smile on lips till a presence at his side distracted him.
“He really is something, isn’t he Traveler?” Solo puffed on his pipe as he watched Duo hand out shirts and trousers to the kids, all looking at the new garments in awe.
Heero flicked his eyes toward him wearily. “He is amazing.” He didn’t believe in mincing words and Solo found that admirable.
“He means a lot to us street rats, you know.” He blew out a puff a smoke momentarily obscuring the scene in front of him. “We would do anything for our Duo.” At this he gave Heero a meaningful look.
Heero returned his look with one of comprehension and understanding. “At this moment I would do just about anything for him as well.” He didn’t know why or how that could happen but it did and he believed it right down to the bottom of his soul.
Solo chuckled good naturedly. “He has that affect on people. It’s the kind of trait you would find in a king. A good king.” He watched Heero’s face as he said these words. “Too bad our king doesn’t have Duo’s kind heart.” He scoffed.
Heero glanced at him and decided not to comment. He agreed, from what he had heard around Peacemillion the acting king was a power hungry glutton. But he preferred not to talk bad about the cow that was giving him milk.
Solo moved off, a gleam in his eye. Traveler was an interesting fellow. He knows what he wants and how to get it. He knows himself well and is confident in that. That much was apparent from just looking at him. Solo decided to watch this Traveler very carefully.
He may not be a threat to either his gang or to Duo, but one can never be too careful. Or so he has discovered in his life on the streets of the capital city.
*
Duo sighed happily as he leaned against Heero and patted his slightly distended belly. “Man, you know, living in the castle you don’t get good home cooked meals like rotisserie rabbit.”
Smirking Heero ran a hand down Duo’s braid absent mindedly. “I thought it was a little lean my self.”
They both laughed and quieted as the youngest of the gang closest to them shifted in their sleep warm next to the fire, their new clothes draped over their frame comfortably. “Duo, do you think you should be heading back yet?”
Groaning as if in pain Duo rolled closer to his human body pillow and buried his face in Heero’s chest. “No.”
“Come on Duo.” Heero nudged his shoulder, displacing Duo’s head. “I don’t want you to get caught because you cut it close like last time.”
“Well aren’t we just king of castle.” Duo’s petulant joke and the irony there in was lost on all but himself and Solo who simply chuckled as he puffed harder on his pipe, arms wrapped around Hilde who was lightly snoring against his chest.
Smiling fondly down at the reluctant boy attached to his side Heero shifted and began to stand leaving no choice for Duo but to get up and face the inevitable. If he could he would stay forever with his street rat gang. “Aw, do we have to?”
“Yes, we do.” Heero sounded firm but the warmth in his eyes belayed his stern frown. “I want to just about as much as you do, but we don’t have a choice, come on.”
Duo finally got up and retrieved his pack, waved farewell to Solo and the two of them slipped out and into the dark street to make their way toward the forest and toward the castle.
They walked in silence till the lights and sounds of Peacemillion were far behind them. Then Heero turned to Duo and pulled him into a deep breath stealing kiss. “Duo, when will you be sneaking out again?”
For some unreasonable reason Heero couldn’t let himself pull away from Duo’s firm welcoming embrace.
Duo shivered as Heero’s mouth moved from his to travel light kisses down his jaw to his neck. “I-…” His breath hitched as Heero’s tongue peeked out to lick at the junction of his neck and shoulder. “I don’t know, a couple days maybe.”
Duo grasped at Heero’s back and let his head fall back allowing Heero more access as he growled, “Not soon enough.”
“Nng!” Duo grunted in pleasure as Heero accentuated his point by biting down lightly on his earlobe. “I-… I can’t sneak out more than three times a week.”
“Why?” Heero had never whined in his life, but it would seem that night he would gladly take it up if it meant seeing Duo.
Chuckling rather breathlessly as Heero rocked their hips together, Duo pointed out, “I have duties to attend to.”
Heero pulled away just enough to look into Duo’s half lidded eyes. “Can’t you get one of the other servants to take some of your duties?”
Sighing internally, Duo placed both hands on Heero face. “No, I’m sorry. I can’t.” Then he feathered a light kiss over Heero’s mouth and offered, “But I can give you something that will help you remember me for the next two or three days.”
Eyes widening Heero pulled back again to look at his companion with a comically surprised expression on his face.
Duo laughed and pulled him back into his arms and began to kiss a trail down Heero’s neck.
“Are… are you sure?” Heero had to struggle to breathe as Duo’s soft lips sent waves of pleasure across his skin.
“Mmm…” Duo was thoroughly enjoying licking that patch of sensitive skin behind Heero’s ear; too busy enjoying to really respond.
“Duo.” Heero’s voice sounded stern but the way his body shivered lent Duo to believe otherwise but still he backed off enough to comprehend the words Heero was saying. “Are you sure? I don’t… I don’t want to take you and then you regret it afterward.”
Duo smiled lovingly at him. “No, Heero.” He stretched and kissed each of Heero’s eyes lids as they fluttered closed. “Never regret. I’m sure. I won’t regret it, ever.”
Heero let out a shaky breath then opened his eyes and took Duo’s lips with his own as he lowered them both to the forest floor.
Their lips massaged against each other as their tongues twined together. Heero’s hands found the hem of Duo’s shirt and slipped underneath it to stroke the soft muscular stomach it hid. Duo arched into the touch then gasped as Heero’s heated fingers found his nipples.
“Ah!... Heero!” Duo grasped at Heero’s shoulder then began to tug futilely at his shirt. “I… I want to feel you against me.”
Heero smiled down at him and placed a kiss on the hollow between his collar bones before sitting up and pulling his shirt over his head, then helping Duo as he pull his off.
Duo’s hands immediately began to stroke over Heero’s frame. In the dark of the forest and the light of the stars Duo couldn’t see the scars littered over Heero’s chest and back but he could feel them.
Lifting himself up, he leaned forward and placed a gentle tingling kiss on a jagged scar above Heero’s right nipple. “How did you get so many?” The question was asked quietly, almost reverently.
Heero shuddered as Duo’s lips continued to traverse over his many scars and wounds sending shocks of heat through his body. “Did I ever tell you how dangerous being a traveler could be?”
He couldn’t tell Duo he was an assassin. Not now, not yet.
Duo chuckled and bent down to swipe his tongue over a long healed gash just above Heero’s navel. “You’ll have to tell me sometime.”
Feeling Duo’s tongue working over his skin sent shivers of pleasure through his blood. Placing his hands on either side of his face, Heero lifted his head up to face him. “Maybe later, I will.”
He lowered them back down onto the ground and continued his exploration, his lips feathering burning kisses over Duo’s neck and shoulders down the center of his sternum and across to lick at a hardened nipple.
Whimpering as Heero then took his nipple into his mouth and began to suckle at it Duo arched up, threading the fingers of one hand into Heero’s messy chocolate hair and the over clawing desperately as his broad shoulders. His pleasure as well as the swelling in his groin almost doubled when Heero brought his fingers to his other nipple and circled the hardened flesh with the calloused pad of his thumb.
“Huuh! Ah… Heero…” Duo arched again and began to rock against Heero’s thigh between his legs. The aching hardness was almost unbearable. “More Heero! I need more.”
Heero abandoned his torture with one final lick to both nipples before he continued his path lower, all the way inhaling the scent of Duo’s skin becoming slick with sweat. “You’re beautiful, Duo. So beautiful.”
Duo sighed and combed his trembling fingers through Heero’s dampening bangs as he lapped at his belly just below his navel.
Moving down a few more inches Heero eyed the impressive bulge straining at Duo’s brown trousers. Giving into his urge, he nosed at the bulge up and down causing Duo’s hips to buck involuntarily and his head to fall back as whimpers escaped his throat.
Moving quickly to unbutton and discard the trousers covering his lover, Heero wasted no time in taking Duo’s dripping erection in his hand and giving it a slow pump. Duo shuddered in pleasure and continued to beg, order Heero to continue.
Heero smiled and took in the scene his beautiful castle sneak made, his body slicked with sweat, his hair plastered to his face, a face that was relaxed in the throws of pleasure, before he drew Duo’s weeping head into his eager salivating mouth. Duo arched completely off the ground and nearly came when his erection was engulfed in a hot wet cavern and continued to be engulfed inch by inch.
Heero ran his tongue along the pulsing vain on the underside of Duo’s erection then over the hardened head spreading the pre-cum and getting a taste of the bitter sweet flavor that was everything about Duo.
“Oh God! Heero! I’m gonna… I can’t…!” Duo wilted back down to the leaf covered earth as Heero withdrew his mouth.
“Not yet…” Duo panted, feeling the need to suck as much oxygen into his aching lungs as possible. “Want you inside me first.”
“Soon, my love.” Heero whispered as he quickly shuffled out of his own trousers then paused and looked around in dismay. “Duo, I don’t have anything to ease the way.”
“It’s ok!” Duo gasped. His erection was painfully insistent his whole body felt as if it was ready to fall apart.
“No! Duo, I don’t want to ever hurt you. Not even for this, I won’t hurt you.” Heero gazed at his lover pleadingly. As much as he wanted to be joined with the beautiful young man in front of him he was not going to hurt him trying to reach that goal.
“No, love. It’s ok. I have something. In my satchel.” Duo pried his eyes open and watched as Heero snatched up his discarded bag and began to rifle through it. “In the silver tin. The ointment should work.”
Heero pulled the tin out and flipped it open, immediately tickled by the light lavender sent. He crawled back over the Duo and leaned forward to give him a long tender kiss as he scooped out some ointment and spread it over his fingers.
Duo wrapped his arms around Heero’s neck not letting him move too far away. He could smell the lavender and it caused butterflies in his belly. He was excited and nervous, but most of all he was ready to have Heero inside of him, become one with him.
Heero kept their mouths connected, teeth pulling lightly at Duo’s bottom lip, tongue teasing Duo’s as he began to stroke his fingers along the cleft of Duo’s butt. Duo shivered in his arms then moaned when Heero’s fingers found and circled the puckered entrance spreading the cool tingling ointment over his sensitive skin.
He pulled their lips apart and rested their foreheads together. “This may hurt at first.”
Duo shook his head lazily. “Mmm. Ointment will help with the pain.” He didn’t expect Heero to hurt him even without the ointment but it was always nice to have some level of back up on that plan.
Heero smiled down at his almost sleepy expression as he pressed his first finger into the entrance eliciting a sudden gasp and arching of Duo’s back. “Hurt?”
The cooling of the ointment had faded leaving only the smell of lavender. “No.” Duo panted as Heero pushed his finger further in. “Ngh! Feels good.”
Heero worked his first finger in and out of his lover until the muscles loosened enough for him to add a second, but by then Duo was writhing in his arms and pushing down on to his fingers wanting them deeper than they could possible go.
By the time Heero had worked in his third finger Duo deemed himself stretched and Heero was perfectly happy to agree with him. Withdrawing his fingers Heero scooped out more ointment and spread it over his erection hissing as the cooling made him shiver and helped to calm him down so it wouldn’t end too soon.
He kept one hand at the base of his erection to guide it and held his weight with the other. Duo lifted his legs to his chest and spread them as wide as they would go. He was aching inside and out to have Heero inside of him. “Heero, I’m ready.” His voice quivered with anticipation.
Heero locked his eyes on Duo’s as he guided himself to the contracting entrance. The head of Heero’s erection brushed Duo’s opening making him shiver and urge to buck his hips and hurry the process along.
Thrusting slowly and gently, Heero gritted his teeth as Duo’s body swallowed the head of his erection completely and continued to pull him inside. When he was fully seated he knew he wasn’t going to be able to see straight. “Are you ok?”
Duo’s legs were shaking and his body was quivering in pleasure. He could feel Heero pulsing inside of him, could feel his heat penetrating him from the inside out. Heero’s erection stroking every nerve ending he could reach inside of him. “Ah! Heero!...” He reached up and clasped desperately to Heero’s arms. “Move! Please! I need to feel you moving inside me.”
Heero didn’t ask twice. He began to move in slow lazy thrusts savoring the feeling of Duo’s tight hot body gripping him so tightly he could see stars. Duo soon began to rock with him driving him deeper into his body, but still striving for more.
Wrapping his legs around Heero’s waist, Duo changed the angle of penetration and the head of Heero’s erection brushed teasingly over that spot inside of him.
Arching wildly Duo gasped and dug his short nails into Heero’s shoulder blades creating crescent shaped divots in his skin. Heero arched his own back in response to the sudden shock of pain in his back. “Duo! Did I hurt you?!”
“Nooo.” Duo collapsed back onto the earth. “That felt amazing. Keep going. Don’t stop.” Heero thrust back in and hit that spot again. “Deeper!”
Duo shifted his legs to wrap higher around Heero’s ribs affectively driving him deeper than before causing both of them to gasp in pleasure. “Faster… Harder!”
Heero began to thrust with all his might, his erection connecting with Duo’s prostate almost every thrust driving them both closer to the edge of climax.
“Duo! Ah!...” Duo tightened his muscles as Heero hit his prostate once again causing Heero falter in his rhythm. “I’m close Duo. So close.”
“I want to come with you.” Duo’s voice sounded raw from screaming his pleasure into the night.
Heero moved one of his hands between their tightly entwined bodies and wrapped it around Duo’s burning hot weeping erection.
Duo arched into his touch and within a few strokes was digging his fingers into Heero’s shoulder blades in orgasm, his seed streaming from his erection between their bodies to coat his stomach and Heero’s hand.
Heero’s erection was squeezed as Duo’s passage convulsed around him heightening his pleasure and making it difficult to continue thrusting. Within moments of Duo’s orgasm Heero followed, releasing his seed to fill Duo’s body.
Sighing as he came down from his orgasm he shivered as the feeling of Heero’s hot seed filling him sent another milder wave of pleasure through his body. Heero lowered himself slowly down to lay atop Duo as they both struggled to catch their breath.
Duo uncurled his legs from around Heero’s waist and let them slide down his lover’s body to tangle with his legs letting every muscle in his body relax. Heero wasn’t ready to withdraw from Duo’s tight hot passage so he simply lay there and began to pepper light kisses over Duo’s damp shoulder and neck.
The feeling of Duo’s stroking up and down over his slightly abused shoulders brought he face up to look upon Duo’s completely relaxed features, a small smile playing at his kiss swollen, plump lips. Propping himself up on his elbows Heero brought one hand forward to brush sweat dampened bangs way from Duo’s forehead and eyes. “You are so beautiful, Duo.”
His eyes fluttering open, Duo lifted his head and placed a gentle kiss to the up lifted corner of Heero’s mouth. “It’s crazy, but I love you so much.”
Heero chuckled. “It’s not crazy.”
“We’ve only known each other for two days, Heero. How is that not crazy?” Duo smirked as he combed his fingers through Heero’s messy damp hair. It was softer than it looked and, Duo discovered, smelled fresh like a spring in the forest.
Heero laid his head back down on Duo’s shoulder, savoring the sound of his heart beat and the feel of their bodies still intimately joined. “For some it only takes two hours, you know. I’d say we were late bloomers.”
That surprised a chuckle from Duo’s lips as he wrapped his arms tighter around Heero’s shoulders and held him close to his chest, not wanting to ever let go. “You know, the first time I saw you in the clearing clutching your head and glaring death at everyone I could have sworn you were cold and hollow.”
Pain laced through Heero’s chest at just how true those words had been before he had ever seen the mysterious out of place young man in the Inn that night. “I was cold and hollow.” He whispered surprising Duo once again. “But you warmed and filled me.”
He lifted his head again and looked deep into Duo’s dark violet eyes. “That’s how I know it’s not crazy, Duo. You did what no one else could have ever possibly hoped to accomplish.”
A tear trickled down Duo’s cheek. Heero caught it with his thumb and whipped it away tenderly. “I love you, Duo. So much it’s scary.”
“It’s not scary.” Duo smiled despite the sudden wash of tears pouring down his cheeks, too many for Heero to catch. “It’s not scary, because I love you too, just as much.”
They smiled then caught each other’s lips in a deep passion filled kiss, expression everything they couldn’t hope to put into words and everything they hope to continue on saying for the rest of their lives.
Heero broke the kiss with a soft peck to Duo’s nose than began to lever himself off of his smaller lover. “Come on. We have to get you back to the castle before the sun rises. The sky is getting lighter by the second.”
“No!” Duo whined petulantly as he quickly wrapped his legs around Heero’s waist again and gave a precautionary squeeze of his inner muscles. “Not yet. Please? Just a few more minutes.”
Heero fought between gasping in pleasure and chuckling at how much like a spoiled child his lover sounded. He could feel himself beginning to harden in Duo’s passage and decided that if they were to ever get his lover back to the castle on time then they would have to stop, or he would just keep them both in the forest all day and all the next night.
“I don’t want to let you go either, but you have to go back. I don’t want you to get punished just because we couldn’t rein in our hormones.” Heero struggled to detach Duo’s legs but suddenly the boy was showing strength that Heero didn’t realize he had.
“Oh but it would be so worth it.” Duo knew that even if his uncle caught him in an orgy with the whole of the castle guard he wouldn’t punish him. As the crowned prince he was practically untouchable. Not that he escaped other forms of punishment and he didn’t abuse his power. It just wasn’t his style. But Heero didn’t know that and Duo preferred to keep that little fact just as it was, a secret.
“No it wouldn’t, not if I was responsible.” Heero quit struggling with his legs and collapsed against Duo’s chest in frustration. “Duo, I don’t know if I could stand it knowing that I was the cause of any kind of punishment you would have to endure. Please don’t make me.”
Duo couldn’t stand hearing that heartbreaking tone in Heero’s voice so he reluctantly unlatched his legs and let Heero slide up and out of him.
A small gasp escaped his lips as Heero’s half hard erection caressed his passage as it withdrew. The feeling of Heero’s hot seed seeping out of his passage to slide down the cleft of his butt was strangely erotic. He could definitely get used to both sensations.
Sitting up Duo looked around for his boots and clothes, the search was difficult in the false dawn light and it took quite a bit of time, as it did for Heero. By the time he got his clothes gathered his seed on his stomach was almost dry and Heero’s seed in his body had dripped half way down his thighs.
He was becoming aroused just feeling and thinking about, but what almost made him regret letting Heero get off of him not moments earlier was the look of pure hunger the other man guided his way.
“Duo.” Heero’s voice was strained and he was having difficulty breathing. The sight of Duo in the early gray light, his seed dripping from between his legs was intoxicating, erotic, and completely melting his brain.
Duo suppressed the urge to leer right back at Heero but instead moved to his satchel and rifled through it until he came up with a folded up scrap of linen he had found in the tailor’s rooms during his last clothes fitting. Unfolding it he quickly wiped down his belly removing the remnants of his orgasm but when he moved to clean away the remnants of Heero’s a hand caught his wrist and stilled his movement.
“May I…?” Heero’s blood was heating up but he was completely under Duo’s unknowing spell.
Duo nodded and swallowed, then whimpered and shivered as Heero knelt down and ran the soft cloth along the inside of his thigh all the way up to slowly circle around his opening then move to the other leg, repeating the action.
Duo let his head fall back when Heero brushed his lips gently against the sensitive skin just bellow his navel. “You are going to drive me insane.”
“Mm.” Duo smiled, eyes still closed in pleasure. “Then perhaps we can be insane together.”
Heero stood up and placed a kiss to Duo’s chin than lifted his head back up and engaged him in a soft slow kiss before whispering, “Get dressed before I forget my good intentions and keep you to my self for the rest of our days.”
Duo almost wished he would, but did as he was told and put his scrap of cloth and his ointment back into his satchel before donning his boots, twining his fingers with Heero’s and setting off toward the castle.
*
TBC in: Chapter 03 part 02
*
Duo strolled down the hall toward the armory for his afternoon sword lessons with Wufei when he bumped into Trowa.
“Hey Tro! I haven’t seen you in ages.” Duo smiled brightly at his cousin.
Trowa shook his head to the side displacing his unruly hair out of his face. “That happens when one is off fighting a war Duo.”
Duo chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his head. “Right. Forgot about that.”
Trowa was Duo’s first cousin on his father’s side. Trowa’s father, Dekim Barton had been his father’s half brother. Duo didn’t particularly care for his uncle in the least but he had to put up with him until his eighteenth birthday when he could assume the throne his father had left behind when he died. It was safe to assume that half the reason Duo snuck out of the castle as much as he did was to get away from his nosy pretentious uncle.
The man just made Duo’s skin crawl and that was putting it lightly. The fortnight after his father had died Dekim had married Duo’s mother and assumed the kingly duties until Duo was old enough to take power. Duo wasn’t in least bit pleased with the way Dekim was handling his father’s kingdom and neither were the people. That had become apparent when Duo started to venture out into Peacemillion.
Trowa cocked his head to the side and studied his friend and cousin more closely. “You look tired, Duo.”
Duo shifted uneasily from foot to foot. “Yeah, I stayed up late studying the last great wars of the millennia.”
Trowa smirked knowingly. “Still sneaking out to run with your gang?” Out the seemingly hundreds of people that live and frequent the castle the only ones that know about Duo’s nightly adventures were Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei.
Duo blushed and glanced around nervously. “Yeah and keep your voice down.”
The taller young man simply laughed at his younger cousin’s paranoia.
Duo growled. “Trowa you better not have told anyone or I’ll tell Uncle Dekim about your laundry room rendezvous’ with Quatre.”
That wiped the smug smirk off his cousin’s face right quick. “Duo, that’s not funny.” Trowa glanced around the hall himself.
“Yeah” Duo frowned in annoyance. “It’s not funny when it’s your secret someone’s blurting out.”
“I have kept your secret, David. And you promised to keep ours.” Trowa crossed his arms, obviously not happy with the turn the conversation had taken.
“I have Trowa, and I will continue to do so until you break down and ask him to marry you.” Duo broke the tension and smiled charmingly at his annoyed cousin. “So, what brings you to the Castle of Hell anyway, O’ Cousin of Mine?”
Trowa smiled slightly. Duo never changed; not since they were kids. “War’s over in Romafeller. You are another kingdom richer, my friend.”
Duo rolled his eyes and crossed his arms petulantly. “You mean Dekim’s another kingdom richer.”
Trowa smirked rather evilly. “At least until you turn eighteen. When is that again? Another what? Two? Three weeks?”
Trowa would be the first person to tell you that he hated his own father. Dekim Barton had never shown interesting his son and had been hard and strict while he was growing up. In some ways Trowa had a harder childhood than Duo and he wasn’t even being reared as the future king of a veritable empire. Not that he envied his cousin one bit, though.
No he had way more freedom than Duo and he liked his life just the way it was. Secret rendezvous’ with a certain blond squire included.
“Four weeks thank you very much.” Duo huffed, playing insulted, his nose in the air.
Trowa chuckled at his cousin’s antics, till Duo un-cocked his head and looked at him questioningly. “One would think that you were plotting your own father’s demise, Sir Barton.”
“I don’t need to plot that bastard’s demise.” Trowa grinned like a cat with feathers stuck between his teeth. “He does a fine job all on his own.”
That caused quite the maniacal chuckle to escape Duo. Both cousins shared in a mutual hate for one: Dekim Barton. Duo knew that the first order of business when he was finally crowned king would be to sentence Dekim to death under the charges of crimes against the kingdom; and he had already given the executioner duties to his favorite cousin, Trowa.
Some would say that’s cold even for an estranged son to be the executioner of his own father, but ever since Dekim had divorced Trowa’s mother he had been nothing more than a bothersome name sake to Trowa.
Settling his laughter to a more manageable laugh Trowa decided to cut straight to business. “Speaking of the devil, I just came from his rooms. He wishes an audience with you.”
Sighing heavily Duo nodded and turned back around the way he came. “Thanks Trowa. I’ll be expecting you at dinner?” Trowa nodded. “Good, be a doll and tell Wufei that I’m going to be late for his instructions.”
Both cousins parted and Duo made his way toward his uncle’s rooms with a heavy grimace upon his brow. There was nothing more tedious than having to listen to his uncle’s simpering and his mother’s twittering. Egh! It just gave him the willies.
Knocking on the door a call to enter made Duo roll his eyes. These would be his rooms in another month and he saw almost no reason to wait for permission to enter.
“You wanted a word, Uncle.” Duo strode into the room, his royal blue cloak billowing out behind him making him look even more regal than before.
“Ah yes.” His plump uncle was sitting behind the large cherry wood desk his father used to sit at and looked very much at home. Duo resisted the urge to curl up his lip in a snarl. “Come in and have a seat my son.”
Duo glanced around at the lounger where his mother usually perched, but found it empty much to his relief.
Dekim smiled sweetly at Duo and said, “You know, David, you can call me Father. After all, you are my son now.”
“I had a father, he died. You have a son who is very much alive. I would suggest not forgetting those facts.” Duo never played nice when it came to his throne stealing uncle.
Dekim frowned at the impertinent boy before him. “Boy, I have provided for you most of your life. I am married to your mother; therefore I am your father.”
“Yes,” Duo conceded. “You are married to the woman who bore me, not the woman who raised me. They are two very different women.”
“David! I will not have you speak about your mother that way.” Dekim’s face was growing red and the vein in his forehead was throbbing.
Duo knew that the more unpleasant he was the longer his visit would be so he bowed his head in apology. “My apologies to the good woman. I do believe that you asked me here to discuss business.”
Dekim eyed him as if he were about to jump up and bite him. “Yes. As you know we were engaged in a border skirmish with Romafeller.” He pulled a map out of a decorated tube and rolled it out over the desk top. “Sanq now spans from the Caspian Sea to the Carpathian Mountains to the Baltic Sea to the Ural Mountains.”
Duo reflected that Dekim looked unnaturally pleased with himself. “That’s quite the area of land.” His cousin had been out fighting for this land, risking his life at the order of his father and the only thing Dekim cared about was the growth of a kingdom that wasn’t even his.
“Indeed.” Dekim peered at the map in satisfaction then shook himself and smiled insincerely at his nephew come son. “That is quite the inheritance you will receive from your father.”
Duo fought the urge to slap that slimy look off his face. Instead he nodded his head and stood to take his leave. “I thank you for the update, but I must get on with my day.” He bowed his head fractionally then turned and left the room.
Dekim leaned back in his chair and frowned, his fingers tiered in front of his face. That insolent brat had been getting on his nerves for years.
He tried to be a nice man, a good father, a powerful king, but it just wasn’t good enough for that brat. Oh he had always been planning on keeping the throne, even if it meant by use of force, but it would be a last resort.
He had hoped that if he buttered up to his half brother’s son then the boy would be like all other royals: lazy and spoiled. But no, this one was different. He was smart and clever. He wanted his throne and knew how to rule it. Well, Dekim just couldn’t have that.
An evil smirk flitted across his face. The boy wouldn’t know what hit him. He would be dead before he could even scream; Dekim was going to make sure of that. Once the boy was disposed of, and before his eighteenth birthday he would be, then he would be on the throne; for good.
A soft chuckle left his lips as he looked back down at the map, the new Sanq borders outlined in red. Yes, he would be king, and he was going to kill for it.
*
Heero stood at the bottom of the castle wall waiting patiently for Duo. It had been a horrible two days.
His nights had been plagued with visions of flowing golden brown hair, deep endless violet eyes, soft supple lips, and the smell of lavender. Every morning he woke with a hard on and every evening he would stare at the ceiling of his room at the Inn and imagine what Duo was doing then.
It sickened him how much the young man occupied his thoughts, but it warmed him whenever he recalled the memory of that smile, laugh, and those soft supple lips working against his. He knew it had only been one night but he just couldn’t get it out of his head.
From the moment he saw Duo in that Inn he knew there was something off, something different, something unique about him. He was a stone cold killer, Heero would reason. There was no room for the warmth that Duo brought to his chest or the smile to his lips. But that was just it. He had been cold and hollow for so long, and Duo was filling him and warming him with the simple promise of meeting him again.
It was too much. He would say to himself. It wasn’t nearly enough. He would answer himself back.
A soft curse and a pebble hitting him on the head caught Heero’s attention. Turning around and looking up, he almost burst out laughing at the sight Duo presented.
Duo had his butt and legs on one side of the wall while his stuffed to the brim satchel and his arms were stuck on the other side. “Heero!” He whispered frantically. “Help me!”
Heero could just barely reach up and get a hand under Duo’s foot even at his tall height. “Duo! What on earth are you bringing with you?!”
“Just shut up and hold still while I get unstuck!” Duo growled as he worked at the jagged edge his satchel was caught on to get the bag loose. “AHA!”
His shout echoed in the silent night and his suddenly triumphant arm thrust threw off his and Heero’s balance causing their unstable support system to collapse to the ground.
Heero landed on his back a rock jabbing him in the ribs with Duo on top of him and the satchel chocked full of God knows what on top of him. The wind was knocked out of him and Duo couldn’t help giggling wildly as he struggled to get off his savior and help the poor man breathe.
“I’m sorry! Are you alright?!” Duo whispered furiously as he wrestled with the satchel.
Heero coughed once, wheezed twice then fisted a hand in Duo’s shirt and yanked the struggling man toward him. Their lips collided almost violently, but Heero swallowed Duo’s yelp of surprise and moved his lips hungrily over Duo’s.
Their tongues met and twined together before invading the other’s mouth and tasting what they both had missed for what seemed like far too long.
Pulling back, his lips still wrapped around Duo’s full, luscious bottom lip Heero nibbled on it lightly. “Now I am.”
Duo felt a giddy giggle bubble up his chest but clamped it down when he heard the guards begin their trudge toward their stations around the wall. “Hurry!” He whispered frantically. “They’re coming.”
He struggled to his feet under the weight of his satchel and yanked Heero to his feet before pulling him urgently into the forest.
They had been running for a while before the sounds and lights of Peacemillion could be observed from a distance and they slowed to a walk.
After catching their breath Heero smiled at Duo and pulled him to his chest once again to wrap his tongue around his and taste the sweet flavor that was only Duo. Pulling away after quite a few moments, Heero reached up and brushed a stray lock of hair way from Duo’s eyes and tucked it behind his ear. “I know it sounds strange, but I really missed you, Duo.”
“That’s not strange at all.” Duo breathed, his hands running up and down Heero’s muscular back, loving the feel of him under his soft cotton shirt. “I missed you too, Heero.”
Heero leaned forward and kissed at the corner of Duo’s moist mouth then buried his hand in the base of Duo’s braid and pulled him into a tight desperate embrace. “I dreamt of you.” He breathed into Duo’s lavender scented hair. God did everything about this man smell of lavender. “You fucking haunted my dreams.”
Duo nuzzled Heero’s neck cherishing the feel of his soft skin against his cheeks. “If this is the punishment for such a crime then I’m glad to have committed it.”
They both laughed, still clutching tightly to each other for a moment before pulling apart leaving only their hands clasped tightly as they walked toward town.
“What’s in your bag anyway Duo?” Heero asked the third time Duo shifted it uncomfortably on his shoulder.
“Clothes for the kids.” Duo readjusted the bag once again before smiling at Heero’s disbelieving face. “They don’t get much in the way of new things, you know. I bring clothes from the castle as often as I can. It’s the least I can do.”
Heero studied Duo’s blushing and embarrassed face, before leaning over and kissing him lovingly on the cheek. “You are one in a million, Duo.”
That brought an even deeper blush to Duo’s face and a hard pitter patter to his chest. “How do you know that?” He asked. “You’ve only met me twice.”
Heero blushed at the mention of his quick attachment. “In my line of work,” he began, “I have met and dealt with every sort of man on this earth. And you,” he tapped Duo on the nose, “are like none I have ever met.”
Duo scrunched his nose to displace the finger then smiled brightly and leaned forward to take Heero’s lips in a slow tender kiss with a grin tugging at his mouth. “You know, for such a handsome roguish looking man you are really just a big softy aren’t you.”
Chuckling Heero conceded, “We can’t all have the face of royalty Duo.”
That brought Duo up short as a sudden spark of pain lanced through his heart. This man, this gorgeous, kind, tender, sexy, delicious man can never know who he really is. Though, not by his choice. If it was his choice he would just waltz out of the castle doors and foxtrot right into Peacemillion, crown be damned, but for his safety, for the gang’s safety, and the safety of this wonderful man who had already stolen his heart no one can know that he is the crowned prince of Sanq.
Heero stopped and looked at his companion. Duo had a pained expression as he stared off into the distant lights of Peacemillion. “Are you alright Duo?”
Jolted out of his momentary crumbling world, Duo gave his worried companion a smile. “Yeah, just this damned bag is heavy.”
“Here,” Heero reached over and lifted the satchel off of Duo’s shoulder with surprising ease. “Let me carry it the rest of the way. You’ll be too tired otherwise to tell your story to the gang.”
“Nah.” Duo smiled and grabbed Heero’s hand, entwining their fingers after Heero had the satchel situated. “I’m never too tired to tell them stories.”
“I should hope not.” Heero chuckled. “You tell wonderful stories.”
Duo smiled at him with such beauty it almost took Heero’s breath away. “Thank you, Heero. That means a lot to me.”
They traveled on in silence for a ways until they were about to break out of the woods and enter Peacemillion proper. Duo stopped and looked into Heero’s eyes. “Heero, I may have the face of a king, but I have the heart of commoner.” His voice was soft like dew on a leaf. “And because of that you will never be far from my heart.”
Raising his hands Duo stroked them down Heero’s cheeks than leaned in to give him a gentle kiss before turning and walking into Peacemillion. Heero staring after him with a warm smile permanently etched to his lips.
Solo hailed them as they stepped under the door way of the abandoned church and were immediately surrounded by laughing and talking street children all excited to see what Duo had brought them.
“Calm down, guys. Everyone will get something, I promise.” Duo laughed happily as the kids tore him from Heero’s side and pulled him toward the small cooking fire where a few rabbits were roasting.
Heero watched the scene with a small smile on lips till a presence at his side distracted him.
“He really is something, isn’t he Traveler?” Solo puffed on his pipe as he watched Duo hand out shirts and trousers to the kids, all looking at the new garments in awe.
Heero flicked his eyes toward him wearily. “He is amazing.” He didn’t believe in mincing words and Solo found that admirable.
“He means a lot to us street rats, you know.” He blew out a puff a smoke momentarily obscuring the scene in front of him. “We would do anything for our Duo.” At this he gave Heero a meaningful look.
Heero returned his look with one of comprehension and understanding. “At this moment I would do just about anything for him as well.” He didn’t know why or how that could happen but it did and he believed it right down to the bottom of his soul.
Solo chuckled good naturedly. “He has that affect on people. It’s the kind of trait you would find in a king. A good king.” He watched Heero’s face as he said these words. “Too bad our king doesn’t have Duo’s kind heart.” He scoffed.
Heero glanced at him and decided not to comment. He agreed, from what he had heard around Peacemillion the acting king was a power hungry glutton. But he preferred not to talk bad about the cow that was giving him milk.
Solo moved off, a gleam in his eye. Traveler was an interesting fellow. He knows what he wants and how to get it. He knows himself well and is confident in that. That much was apparent from just looking at him. Solo decided to watch this Traveler very carefully.
He may not be a threat to either his gang or to Duo, but one can never be too careful. Or so he has discovered in his life on the streets of the capital city.
*
Duo sighed happily as he leaned against Heero and patted his slightly distended belly. “Man, you know, living in the castle you don’t get good home cooked meals like rotisserie rabbit.”
Smirking Heero ran a hand down Duo’s braid absent mindedly. “I thought it was a little lean my self.”
They both laughed and quieted as the youngest of the gang closest to them shifted in their sleep warm next to the fire, their new clothes draped over their frame comfortably. “Duo, do you think you should be heading back yet?”
Groaning as if in pain Duo rolled closer to his human body pillow and buried his face in Heero’s chest. “No.”
“Come on Duo.” Heero nudged his shoulder, displacing Duo’s head. “I don’t want you to get caught because you cut it close like last time.”
“Well aren’t we just king of castle.” Duo’s petulant joke and the irony there in was lost on all but himself and Solo who simply chuckled as he puffed harder on his pipe, arms wrapped around Hilde who was lightly snoring against his chest.
Smiling fondly down at the reluctant boy attached to his side Heero shifted and began to stand leaving no choice for Duo but to get up and face the inevitable. If he could he would stay forever with his street rat gang. “Aw, do we have to?”
“Yes, we do.” Heero sounded firm but the warmth in his eyes belayed his stern frown. “I want to just about as much as you do, but we don’t have a choice, come on.”
Duo finally got up and retrieved his pack, waved farewell to Solo and the two of them slipped out and into the dark street to make their way toward the forest and toward the castle.
They walked in silence till the lights and sounds of Peacemillion were far behind them. Then Heero turned to Duo and pulled him into a deep breath stealing kiss. “Duo, when will you be sneaking out again?”
For some unreasonable reason Heero couldn’t let himself pull away from Duo’s firm welcoming embrace.
Duo shivered as Heero’s mouth moved from his to travel light kisses down his jaw to his neck. “I-…” His breath hitched as Heero’s tongue peeked out to lick at the junction of his neck and shoulder. “I don’t know, a couple days maybe.”
Duo grasped at Heero’s back and let his head fall back allowing Heero more access as he growled, “Not soon enough.”
“Nng!” Duo grunted in pleasure as Heero accentuated his point by biting down lightly on his earlobe. “I-… I can’t sneak out more than three times a week.”
“Why?” Heero had never whined in his life, but it would seem that night he would gladly take it up if it meant seeing Duo.
Chuckling rather breathlessly as Heero rocked their hips together, Duo pointed out, “I have duties to attend to.”
Heero pulled away just enough to look into Duo’s half lidded eyes. “Can’t you get one of the other servants to take some of your duties?”
Sighing internally, Duo placed both hands on Heero face. “No, I’m sorry. I can’t.” Then he feathered a light kiss over Heero’s mouth and offered, “But I can give you something that will help you remember me for the next two or three days.”
Eyes widening Heero pulled back again to look at his companion with a comically surprised expression on his face.
Duo laughed and pulled him back into his arms and began to kiss a trail down Heero’s neck.
“Are… are you sure?” Heero had to struggle to breathe as Duo’s soft lips sent waves of pleasure across his skin.
“Mmm…” Duo was thoroughly enjoying licking that patch of sensitive skin behind Heero’s ear; too busy enjoying to really respond.
“Duo.” Heero’s voice sounded stern but the way his body shivered lent Duo to believe otherwise but still he backed off enough to comprehend the words Heero was saying. “Are you sure? I don’t… I don’t want to take you and then you regret it afterward.”
Duo smiled lovingly at him. “No, Heero.” He stretched and kissed each of Heero’s eyes lids as they fluttered closed. “Never regret. I’m sure. I won’t regret it, ever.”
Heero let out a shaky breath then opened his eyes and took Duo’s lips with his own as he lowered them both to the forest floor.
Their lips massaged against each other as their tongues twined together. Heero’s hands found the hem of Duo’s shirt and slipped underneath it to stroke the soft muscular stomach it hid. Duo arched into the touch then gasped as Heero’s heated fingers found his nipples.
“Ah!... Heero!” Duo grasped at Heero’s shoulder then began to tug futilely at his shirt. “I… I want to feel you against me.”
Heero smiled down at him and placed a kiss on the hollow between his collar bones before sitting up and pulling his shirt over his head, then helping Duo as he pull his off.
Duo’s hands immediately began to stroke over Heero’s frame. In the dark of the forest and the light of the stars Duo couldn’t see the scars littered over Heero’s chest and back but he could feel them.
Lifting himself up, he leaned forward and placed a gentle tingling kiss on a jagged scar above Heero’s right nipple. “How did you get so many?” The question was asked quietly, almost reverently.
Heero shuddered as Duo’s lips continued to traverse over his many scars and wounds sending shocks of heat through his body. “Did I ever tell you how dangerous being a traveler could be?”
He couldn’t tell Duo he was an assassin. Not now, not yet.
Duo chuckled and bent down to swipe his tongue over a long healed gash just above Heero’s navel. “You’ll have to tell me sometime.”
Feeling Duo’s tongue working over his skin sent shivers of pleasure through his blood. Placing his hands on either side of his face, Heero lifted his head up to face him. “Maybe later, I will.”
He lowered them back down onto the ground and continued his exploration, his lips feathering burning kisses over Duo’s neck and shoulders down the center of his sternum and across to lick at a hardened nipple.
Whimpering as Heero then took his nipple into his mouth and began to suckle at it Duo arched up, threading the fingers of one hand into Heero’s messy chocolate hair and the over clawing desperately as his broad shoulders. His pleasure as well as the swelling in his groin almost doubled when Heero brought his fingers to his other nipple and circled the hardened flesh with the calloused pad of his thumb.
“Huuh! Ah… Heero…” Duo arched again and began to rock against Heero’s thigh between his legs. The aching hardness was almost unbearable. “More Heero! I need more.”
Heero abandoned his torture with one final lick to both nipples before he continued his path lower, all the way inhaling the scent of Duo’s skin becoming slick with sweat. “You’re beautiful, Duo. So beautiful.”
Duo sighed and combed his trembling fingers through Heero’s dampening bangs as he lapped at his belly just below his navel.
Moving down a few more inches Heero eyed the impressive bulge straining at Duo’s brown trousers. Giving into his urge, he nosed at the bulge up and down causing Duo’s hips to buck involuntarily and his head to fall back as whimpers escaped his throat.
Moving quickly to unbutton and discard the trousers covering his lover, Heero wasted no time in taking Duo’s dripping erection in his hand and giving it a slow pump. Duo shuddered in pleasure and continued to beg, order Heero to continue.
Heero smiled and took in the scene his beautiful castle sneak made, his body slicked with sweat, his hair plastered to his face, a face that was relaxed in the throws of pleasure, before he drew Duo’s weeping head into his eager salivating mouth. Duo arched completely off the ground and nearly came when his erection was engulfed in a hot wet cavern and continued to be engulfed inch by inch.
Heero ran his tongue along the pulsing vain on the underside of Duo’s erection then over the hardened head spreading the pre-cum and getting a taste of the bitter sweet flavor that was everything about Duo.
“Oh God! Heero! I’m gonna… I can’t…!” Duo wilted back down to the leaf covered earth as Heero withdrew his mouth.
“Not yet…” Duo panted, feeling the need to suck as much oxygen into his aching lungs as possible. “Want you inside me first.”
“Soon, my love.” Heero whispered as he quickly shuffled out of his own trousers then paused and looked around in dismay. “Duo, I don’t have anything to ease the way.”
“It’s ok!” Duo gasped. His erection was painfully insistent his whole body felt as if it was ready to fall apart.
“No! Duo, I don’t want to ever hurt you. Not even for this, I won’t hurt you.” Heero gazed at his lover pleadingly. As much as he wanted to be joined with the beautiful young man in front of him he was not going to hurt him trying to reach that goal.
“No, love. It’s ok. I have something. In my satchel.” Duo pried his eyes open and watched as Heero snatched up his discarded bag and began to rifle through it. “In the silver tin. The ointment should work.”
Heero pulled the tin out and flipped it open, immediately tickled by the light lavender sent. He crawled back over the Duo and leaned forward to give him a long tender kiss as he scooped out some ointment and spread it over his fingers.
Duo wrapped his arms around Heero’s neck not letting him move too far away. He could smell the lavender and it caused butterflies in his belly. He was excited and nervous, but most of all he was ready to have Heero inside of him, become one with him.
Heero kept their mouths connected, teeth pulling lightly at Duo’s bottom lip, tongue teasing Duo’s as he began to stroke his fingers along the cleft of Duo’s butt. Duo shivered in his arms then moaned when Heero’s fingers found and circled the puckered entrance spreading the cool tingling ointment over his sensitive skin.
He pulled their lips apart and rested their foreheads together. “This may hurt at first.”
Duo shook his head lazily. “Mmm. Ointment will help with the pain.” He didn’t expect Heero to hurt him even without the ointment but it was always nice to have some level of back up on that plan.
Heero smiled down at his almost sleepy expression as he pressed his first finger into the entrance eliciting a sudden gasp and arching of Duo’s back. “Hurt?”
The cooling of the ointment had faded leaving only the smell of lavender. “No.” Duo panted as Heero pushed his finger further in. “Ngh! Feels good.”
Heero worked his first finger in and out of his lover until the muscles loosened enough for him to add a second, but by then Duo was writhing in his arms and pushing down on to his fingers wanting them deeper than they could possible go.
By the time Heero had worked in his third finger Duo deemed himself stretched and Heero was perfectly happy to agree with him. Withdrawing his fingers Heero scooped out more ointment and spread it over his erection hissing as the cooling made him shiver and helped to calm him down so it wouldn’t end too soon.
He kept one hand at the base of his erection to guide it and held his weight with the other. Duo lifted his legs to his chest and spread them as wide as they would go. He was aching inside and out to have Heero inside of him. “Heero, I’m ready.” His voice quivered with anticipation.
Heero locked his eyes on Duo’s as he guided himself to the contracting entrance. The head of Heero’s erection brushed Duo’s opening making him shiver and urge to buck his hips and hurry the process along.
Thrusting slowly and gently, Heero gritted his teeth as Duo’s body swallowed the head of his erection completely and continued to pull him inside. When he was fully seated he knew he wasn’t going to be able to see straight. “Are you ok?”
Duo’s legs were shaking and his body was quivering in pleasure. He could feel Heero pulsing inside of him, could feel his heat penetrating him from the inside out. Heero’s erection stroking every nerve ending he could reach inside of him. “Ah! Heero!...” He reached up and clasped desperately to Heero’s arms. “Move! Please! I need to feel you moving inside me.”
Heero didn’t ask twice. He began to move in slow lazy thrusts savoring the feeling of Duo’s tight hot body gripping him so tightly he could see stars. Duo soon began to rock with him driving him deeper into his body, but still striving for more.
Wrapping his legs around Heero’s waist, Duo changed the angle of penetration and the head of Heero’s erection brushed teasingly over that spot inside of him.
Arching wildly Duo gasped and dug his short nails into Heero’s shoulder blades creating crescent shaped divots in his skin. Heero arched his own back in response to the sudden shock of pain in his back. “Duo! Did I hurt you?!”
“Nooo.” Duo collapsed back onto the earth. “That felt amazing. Keep going. Don’t stop.” Heero thrust back in and hit that spot again. “Deeper!”
Duo shifted his legs to wrap higher around Heero’s ribs affectively driving him deeper than before causing both of them to gasp in pleasure. “Faster… Harder!”
Heero began to thrust with all his might, his erection connecting with Duo’s prostate almost every thrust driving them both closer to the edge of climax.
“Duo! Ah!...” Duo tightened his muscles as Heero hit his prostate once again causing Heero falter in his rhythm. “I’m close Duo. So close.”
“I want to come with you.” Duo’s voice sounded raw from screaming his pleasure into the night.
Heero moved one of his hands between their tightly entwined bodies and wrapped it around Duo’s burning hot weeping erection.
Duo arched into his touch and within a few strokes was digging his fingers into Heero’s shoulder blades in orgasm, his seed streaming from his erection between their bodies to coat his stomach and Heero’s hand.
Heero’s erection was squeezed as Duo’s passage convulsed around him heightening his pleasure and making it difficult to continue thrusting. Within moments of Duo’s orgasm Heero followed, releasing his seed to fill Duo’s body.
Sighing as he came down from his orgasm he shivered as the feeling of Heero’s hot seed filling him sent another milder wave of pleasure through his body. Heero lowered himself slowly down to lay atop Duo as they both struggled to catch their breath.
Duo uncurled his legs from around Heero’s waist and let them slide down his lover’s body to tangle with his legs letting every muscle in his body relax. Heero wasn’t ready to withdraw from Duo’s tight hot passage so he simply lay there and began to pepper light kisses over Duo’s damp shoulder and neck.
The feeling of Duo’s stroking up and down over his slightly abused shoulders brought he face up to look upon Duo’s completely relaxed features, a small smile playing at his kiss swollen, plump lips. Propping himself up on his elbows Heero brought one hand forward to brush sweat dampened bangs way from Duo’s forehead and eyes. “You are so beautiful, Duo.”
His eyes fluttering open, Duo lifted his head and placed a gentle kiss to the up lifted corner of Heero’s mouth. “It’s crazy, but I love you so much.”
Heero chuckled. “It’s not crazy.”
“We’ve only known each other for two days, Heero. How is that not crazy?” Duo smirked as he combed his fingers through Heero’s messy damp hair. It was softer than it looked and, Duo discovered, smelled fresh like a spring in the forest.
Heero laid his head back down on Duo’s shoulder, savoring the sound of his heart beat and the feel of their bodies still intimately joined. “For some it only takes two hours, you know. I’d say we were late bloomers.”
That surprised a chuckle from Duo’s lips as he wrapped his arms tighter around Heero’s shoulders and held him close to his chest, not wanting to ever let go. “You know, the first time I saw you in the clearing clutching your head and glaring death at everyone I could have sworn you were cold and hollow.”
Pain laced through Heero’s chest at just how true those words had been before he had ever seen the mysterious out of place young man in the Inn that night. “I was cold and hollow.” He whispered surprising Duo once again. “But you warmed and filled me.”
He lifted his head again and looked deep into Duo’s dark violet eyes. “That’s how I know it’s not crazy, Duo. You did what no one else could have ever possibly hoped to accomplish.”
A tear trickled down Duo’s cheek. Heero caught it with his thumb and whipped it away tenderly. “I love you, Duo. So much it’s scary.”
“It’s not scary.” Duo smiled despite the sudden wash of tears pouring down his cheeks, too many for Heero to catch. “It’s not scary, because I love you too, just as much.”
They smiled then caught each other’s lips in a deep passion filled kiss, expression everything they couldn’t hope to put into words and everything they hope to continue on saying for the rest of their lives.
Heero broke the kiss with a soft peck to Duo’s nose than began to lever himself off of his smaller lover. “Come on. We have to get you back to the castle before the sun rises. The sky is getting lighter by the second.”
“No!” Duo whined petulantly as he quickly wrapped his legs around Heero’s waist again and gave a precautionary squeeze of his inner muscles. “Not yet. Please? Just a few more minutes.”
Heero fought between gasping in pleasure and chuckling at how much like a spoiled child his lover sounded. He could feel himself beginning to harden in Duo’s passage and decided that if they were to ever get his lover back to the castle on time then they would have to stop, or he would just keep them both in the forest all day and all the next night.
“I don’t want to let you go either, but you have to go back. I don’t want you to get punished just because we couldn’t rein in our hormones.” Heero struggled to detach Duo’s legs but suddenly the boy was showing strength that Heero didn’t realize he had.
“Oh but it would be so worth it.” Duo knew that even if his uncle caught him in an orgy with the whole of the castle guard he wouldn’t punish him. As the crowned prince he was practically untouchable. Not that he escaped other forms of punishment and he didn’t abuse his power. It just wasn’t his style. But Heero didn’t know that and Duo preferred to keep that little fact just as it was, a secret.
“No it wouldn’t, not if I was responsible.” Heero quit struggling with his legs and collapsed against Duo’s chest in frustration. “Duo, I don’t know if I could stand it knowing that I was the cause of any kind of punishment you would have to endure. Please don’t make me.”
Duo couldn’t stand hearing that heartbreaking tone in Heero’s voice so he reluctantly unlatched his legs and let Heero slide up and out of him.
A small gasp escaped his lips as Heero’s half hard erection caressed his passage as it withdrew. The feeling of Heero’s hot seed seeping out of his passage to slide down the cleft of his butt was strangely erotic. He could definitely get used to both sensations.
Sitting up Duo looked around for his boots and clothes, the search was difficult in the false dawn light and it took quite a bit of time, as it did for Heero. By the time he got his clothes gathered his seed on his stomach was almost dry and Heero’s seed in his body had dripped half way down his thighs.
He was becoming aroused just feeling and thinking about, but what almost made him regret letting Heero get off of him not moments earlier was the look of pure hunger the other man guided his way.
“Duo.” Heero’s voice was strained and he was having difficulty breathing. The sight of Duo in the early gray light, his seed dripping from between his legs was intoxicating, erotic, and completely melting his brain.
Duo suppressed the urge to leer right back at Heero but instead moved to his satchel and rifled through it until he came up with a folded up scrap of linen he had found in the tailor’s rooms during his last clothes fitting. Unfolding it he quickly wiped down his belly removing the remnants of his orgasm but when he moved to clean away the remnants of Heero’s a hand caught his wrist and stilled his movement.
“May I…?” Heero’s blood was heating up but he was completely under Duo’s unknowing spell.
Duo nodded and swallowed, then whimpered and shivered as Heero knelt down and ran the soft cloth along the inside of his thigh all the way up to slowly circle around his opening then move to the other leg, repeating the action.
Duo let his head fall back when Heero brushed his lips gently against the sensitive skin just bellow his navel. “You are going to drive me insane.”
“Mm.” Duo smiled, eyes still closed in pleasure. “Then perhaps we can be insane together.”
Heero stood up and placed a kiss to Duo’s chin than lifted his head back up and engaged him in a soft slow kiss before whispering, “Get dressed before I forget my good intentions and keep you to my self for the rest of our days.”
Duo almost wished he would, but did as he was told and put his scrap of cloth and his ointment back into his satchel before donning his boots, twining his fingers with Heero’s and setting off toward the castle.
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TBC in: Chapter 03 part 02