Heero Yuy, dressed to kill and looking like he might carry that out, dropped his briefcase onto the floor inside the doorway, shifting his eyes in search of his MIA lover. He opened his mouth to call for said person and stopped when Duo, wearing an apron and carrying a spatula, peeked around the corner of the kitchen door and met his eyes head-on, finally winking until his Japanese lover stalked down the hallway towards him. Laughing cheerfully, Duo popped back into the kitchen and stood back as Heero rounded the corner and came to a full body halt. Blue eyes glued themselves onto the beautifully garnished kitchen table that they never really used, the food still steaming, the red roses scattered across the surface, the candles casting a delicate glow around the American's present to him.
"... And the occasion?"
Heero watched his friend take a step backwards toward the table, one tanned hand plopping onto the tablecloth. Those long fingers danced across the surface until they came into contact with a thorn-free stem. The rose was lifted in front of gleaming eyes and down to smiling lips. Heero sighed as he watched his playful friend, a smile gracing his features as the red rose caressed those soft lips that he knew a little too well.
"Just wanted to see that smile of yours."
Wanting nothing more than to be that beautiful flower against those sensual lips, Heero stepped onto the kitchen's tile and moved forward. The second Duo realized Heero's destination, the flower slipped from those long fingers and the smile washed away. His heart skidded to a stop as the Japanese boy's arms wrapped around his shivering figure. His glassy eyes lit up as Heero leaned onto his tiptoes to allow their lips to meet in a chaste kiss.
Duo slid his arms around Heero to draw them closer together, their bodies falling flush against each other as Heero decides to help by stepping closer. The Japanese boy traced his hands along Duo's back, and a flutter of disappointment flooded into his heart as he found the long rope of hair gone, replaced by short strands up by Duo's neck. The American didn't catch that brief look of pain, instead moving his lips across the tender flesh of his lover's neck, feeling the frantic pulse beneath his wandering lips.
With the romantic setting all but forgotten, Duo laughed against Heero's flesh as the dark-haired youth suffered through a small shiver, their hips meeting for the first time. Whatever they could have done with the evening was ruined as white-hot pleasure ripped across both their senses. Heero was about to take advantage of the whole situation by pushing his friend against the table. The only thing physically preventing him from doing so was the glowing white that was still flickering around the darkened room from the candles.
Duo, realizing Heero's dilemma, turned them both around and danced off towards the equally dark hallway. Heero was at a momentary loss as Duo's arms left his body, but he quickly regained composure as Duo disappeared around the corner, out of his sight. Stumbling after his lover, he let out a startled yelp as those strong arms were around him once again. Heero threw his head back and soft laughter spilled from between his lips as Duo bent down and lifted him up off the ground. Their eyes met again as Heero peeked down at Duo through his fall of bangs, all the humor leaving as quickly as it had showed up.
Duo looked away from that soft gaze for no more than a second as he looked down the hallway to see if anything was lying on the floor. With Heero still wrapped in his arms, he moved down the hallway towards the staircase, a moan leaving his lips as Heero rocked against him in a painfully erotic manner. The only time he stopped the delicate movement was when Duo started to carefully climb the steps, but it continued as soon as they were a couple feet away from the top landing.
When they finally approached the bedroom after what seemed like hours, Heero made good use of his free hands and opened the door for Duo. The American smiled and moved them into the room, heading straight for their bed. He placed Heero on the bed gently as if his friend was a fragile piece of glass, then climbed onto the bed after him.
"So sweet."
Rolling his eyes at his friend's monotonous commentary, the American youth finally winked and tried to get every inch of his body to lie against Heero's. Given the situation, it was a little odd when they both were fully dressed, shoes included. Next thing they set out to do was to fix the situation before it proved to be a problem.
Duo's eyes glinted with annoyance as Heero's three-piece business suit threatened to keep him from what he wanted. Although he wouldn't mind seeing his lover dressed this proper more often, he couldn't even begin to imagine how his lover could stand it when he wore his own suit. It was proving to be quite a hassle. Reaching his hands up under Heero's jacket, he caressed his friend's skin through the white button-up. Heero finally huffed with frustration and slapped at the bulge under his shirt, snickering when Duo kindly removed his hands and sat back to watch him, eyes flashing wildly with mock-anger.
"I'll take my own suit off, thanks."
Duo sighed.
"What should I do, then?"
Lust-filled eyes met his for just a second before a response was offered.
"Take off your clothes..."
Duo lifted an eyebrow, waiting for his friend to continue.
"... and leave the apron."
The room was filled with two sets of harsh breathing as they both clambered off the bed and stood across from each other to start getting undressed. They hadn't ever done something this observing before, but they were definitely a pair to explore. Heero kicked off his dress shoes slowly, his eyes locked onto Duo's as the American youth slowly shimmied out of the jeans he was wearing. Duo let the fabric fall down to his sock-covered feet, then he calmly kicked it off and straightened, his shirt and the apron falling across his thighs to make an attempt to cover him up. His cynical eyes stared watchfully as Heero reached his pale hands up to start unraveling his tie, those fingers unfolding and unwrapping in such a way that it made Duo laugh at the sloppiness of the act.
When they were both fully undressed and standing under the examination of the other, Duo bent to pick up the tie that Heero had tossed aside, moving to his friend and slowly re-forming the knot around his neck. Stepping back to where he had just undressed, he crouched down again and picked up the apron to slide it around his own neck. The fabric made a teasing dance as he let it go and it slid down his chest, brushing against his hardness for just a second before settling again. His trembling hands reached up and he slowly tied the apron in place with a nervous smile.
Having watched the willing strip tease, Heero slowly pulled his tie into his hands and traced it across his chest, moaning as it brushed against his nipple in a feather-light touch. He repeated the action twice more to feel the slight tingle form in the pit of his stomach, and then stopped when Duo turned and bent at the waist to slowly slide his socks off one by one. Heat rushed into Heero's cheeks as he followed the curve of Duo's body with his eyes, trying to mentally will away the flush but failing quite miserably. One of his hands dropped away from the silk of his tie so he could wrap his fingers around his erection to relieve some of the pressure there. The second he started to slowly stroke himself, Duo turned around and shot him an annoyed glance.
"Starting without me?"
Grunting, Heero made the hesitant strokes a little bolder, acknowledging Duo's statement and announcing where he stood. A nasty grin spread across Duo's lips as he stalked forward, the obscenely ridiculous apron swaying back and forth with his movement, and made Heero remove his hand. Pulling the tie of the apron a little above his waist, the American dropped to his knees and flicked his tongue out to caress the tip of Heero's arousal. The dark haired boy hissed in pleasure as Duo continued, adding more pleasure to it all by tracing a finger slowly around his opening, pushing in for just a moment before withdrawing again.
"If you do that when you're actually in me, I swear to fucking God-"
Those words abruptly cut off as Duo swallowed him whole with a deep breath and made a nasty laughing noise, the sound adding more pleasure and frustration to his over-shot senses. The bedroom fuzzed in and out of his awareness as he began to rock towards both sources of pleasure that he was receiving, moving towards the warmth of Duo's mouth and then back to where his friend was tormenting him with those long fingers. A startled gasp left his lips as Duo added a second finger, having waited long enough for the first finger to be accepted without discomfort, and started to move it just as quickly.
As Duo started to adjust to Heero's thrusts with rocking of his own, the Japanese boy's hand slowly slid up his cheek, curving to settle in his hair. Those fingers clenched and unclenched for a second before they clenched and stayed clenched around a group of short, light brown hair. Heero's clouded eyes turned about three shades darker as he watched what Duo was doing, but he eventually gave up and allowed them to close as the pleasure danced across his body. His breathing became nothing more than short gasps of air, a sound that he probably would have been shocked to hear if he knew it was one of few that filled the room.
Duo dropped his free hand down to his own arousal and started to pump in time with Heero's delicate thrusts, needing some satisfaction for himself after he had taken deliberate care of Heero. Managing to keep in time with Heero, Duo was pleased to get a steady rhythm going so they both got what they wanted. Air began to be a problem for them both as they realized they were falling closer and closer to the brink.
He didn't realize the second he did so, but Heero found himself as close to Duo as he could possibly manage, both hands curled into the soft strands of that hair. Through a glassy screen of smoke, Duo saw Heero's stomach tremble slightly, and he gave in and started to hum. Heero was overwhelmed with passion as Duo pleased him inside and out, the soft hums matching beautifully with the thrusting of his fingers, creating nothing but fulfillment.
The passion broke free and shot across his body until he couldn't even hear his own screaming over the pounding of his blood. Heero almost felt Duo's swallowing as his head tilted back and he rode the pleasure until it started to fade into a dull throb of excitement. He moaned quietly as his hearing was kindly returned to him, and he looked down at just the right moment to see Duo find his own release. Duo's quiet pants joined Heero's gasping as his own blood began to settle back to normal. The American looked up into his friend's eyes as Heero focused his attention to where his hands still were. Duo felt Heero's hands move forward slowly, his hair sliding backwards until the wig fell completely off and his real dark brown hair fell across his face. Heero reached up and tugged the dark brown wig off, the coil of his braid falling from where it had been carefully pinned up before they had started the whole act.
Duo held onto the dark brown wig for a second before he ditched it and pulled his braid forward to rest alongside the silk tie. He reached down and grabbed Heero's hand, pulling him to his feet and smiling wickedly as that apron settled back over Heero's naked body. The American let out a puff of air as Heero fingered the edge of his apron, those midnight blue eyes locking onto his for just a second before the dark haired boy bent to gather the wigs.
As Heero walked off towards the closet, Duo appreciated the view and smiled as he saw the neat bow at the small of Heero's back.
"I must admit, Heero... You wear my apron very well."
Heero turned and a ghost of a smile appeared on his face.
"I almost lost it when I looked into the hallway and saw you in my suit." The wigs were placed carefully on the top shelf of the closet before the door was closed and Heero turned back around. "Our game was almost ruined."
Plopping onto the bed and waiting for his lover to join him, Duo grinned before he could stop himself.
"Role-playing is fun."
Heero regarded his lover closely until he fell on the bed next to him and leaned in for a small kiss. Duo returned it eagerly, and winked at his best friend.
"I don't know... me being me and you being you is still top of the list, though..."
Duo laughed as Heero tackled him back onto the covers, the game momentarily thrown aside.
"Oh. Okay, then. Let's do that one now."
--End