Soothing Shower Scrub
by Veste Notus
TO USE: Massage over wet skin, concentrating on rough spots like elbows and knees. Work into a full lather, then rinse.
“Hn.” came the trademark line from the perfect soldier, Heero Yuy. He read the line over, repeating it in his head as though it were some sort of mission. Heero had been feeling a little under the weather for the past two days (going on three), and decided he should probably take a bath to sooth his aching muscles. He read over the shower scrub instructions one more time, just for the hell of it.
That’s right, shower scrub. When Duo was sick, he’d always taken a bath with excessive shower scrubs and such. It was a ridiculous ritual, but Duo always looked so refreshed when he finally immerged from the bathroom after three full hours. On this day, everyone was trying their best to cheer up the sickly Wing pilot. Duo’d even given him access to his secret stash of body soaps (which of course he’d kept locked away). “Here goes nothing.” Heero mumbled to himself as he turned on the bath water. As he adjusted the water to the right temperature, he heard someone come into the bathroom.
“Hey Heero! Goin’ for that bath after all, huh?” Heero grunted his response without turning around to look at the braided boy behind him. After a few tense seconds, Heero asked the question that was burning in his mind.
“What are you doing here?” Duo laughed genuinely.
“Just came up to see if you needed any help.” He glanced over at the bottle Heero was clutching. “You’re doing it wrong.” he chimed, enthralled that the perfect soldier wasn’t so perfect any more. Heero was starting to get pissed off. One tends to have a short temper when one is bogged down by a bad cold.
“All right, baka! How do you do it then?”
“Real simple, Hee-chan!” Heero winced. He knew Duo was enjoying his naive moment way too much. Duo pulled the bottle away from Heero and took out several more bottles. He handed Heero a tube of “Apricot Exfoliating Scrub”, and smiled at the confusion on the Japanese boy’s face.
“What’s this?”
“It’s to exfoliate your skin.” Duo gave Heero an ‘I knew it and you didn’t’ look before he continued with the description. “You wash your face with soap and water, then, with moistened fingers, massage the stuff onto your face and throat. Ya let it set for a minute, then wash it off.” Heero washed his face and applied the apricot smelling contents onto his face as, one by one, he poured the other bottles’ contents into the running bathwater and explained what they do.
“This here’s Lemongrass Sage body lotion. It helps moisturize your body. And here’s a few more nameless body lotions from Calvin Klein. Don’t they smell nice? Oy Heero! You’re face!” Duo held in the laughter as Heero spun around and washed the apricot mess off. //Priceless!// thought Duo. Duo mixed in a ‘Berry-go-Round’ antibacterial hand lotion to the bathwater and stirred the whole thing with his foot. “All right Heero, all it needs now is you!” Heero looked down at the crouched boy who currently was barefoot wearing black shorts and a sleeveless red t-shirt. “What’s wrong, Heero?”
“What about that.” Heero said finally, pointing to the shower scrub he’d considered using in the first place.
“That doesn’t come ‘till later, and I gotta show you how to use it.” Heero knew all too well how to use it, but the thought of Duo Maxwell scrubbing him down with something that was advertised as ‘soothing’ was definitely very enticing. Heero’s thoughts were interrupted by Duo’s hands in his hair.
“What are you doing?”
“You’ve got very fine hair.”[1] Duo began. “You won’t need any conditioner.” Duo dove into his drawer of hair care products and pulled out a Kiwi-Lime shampoo. “Here you go.” Duo turned and sat down on the tiled floor again.
“Now what are you doing?”
“Waiting for you. Hop in!”
“Nani?!”
“Wash your hair, then I’ll show you how to use that scrub!” Heero felt *very* self conscious at that moment.
“But…”
“Whazamatta? The perfect soldier’s shy??” questioned Duo, an obvious tone of amusement in his voice.
“Omeo o korosu.” was the last thing uttered before Heero nervously disrobed and sat down in the bath. He couldn’t think why he was so nervous though. After all, Duo’s a guy, so it shouldn’t be *that* bad. But somehow, Heero felt so exposed (no pun intended). Once settled in, however, Heero turned his attentions to other matters, and looked judgingly at the shampoo he was about to use.
“Need a hand?” To Heero’s amazement, Duo had slipped off his red t-shirt and already squirted the shampoo into his own hand. Without Heero’s consent Shinigami proceeded to massage the shampoo into Heero’s hair. He lathered it up into a huge mess of hair, and didn’t feel at all ashamed when he gave Heero ‘bunny ears’ by sticking up two clumps of soapy hair on the stoic pilot’s head.
“Look! A Heero-Bunny!” Duo laughed out. Heero grunted and pulled his head back, away from Duo’s reach.
“Help or leave.” he grunted.
“Sorry, Heero.” Duo blushed a little as he leaned over to continue scrubbing Heero’s hair. He’d seen Heero naked before. Hell, he’d seen the whole lot of the gundam pilots naked before. But not like this. Not with their eyes closed and their head tilted back. Not with droplets of water slowly dripping down their perfect, evenly tanned skin… Duo shook his head in an effort to keep his thoughts from wondering to far out of control.
“That feels good, Duo.” Heero’d barely whispered it, but it was enough to make Duo blush, and that’s saying something!
Duo leaned down and whispered softly to the Japanese boy, “I can make it feel a whole lot better, Hee-chan…” Heero, being the perfect soldier, had never before doubted his own ears. Rest assured he did so, notingly for the first time. As the moments seemed to stop, all Heero could do was listen to Duo’s steady breath behind him before shakily answering “…how…?”
“Leave everything to me…” Duo responded in a sultry voice.
Heero blinked, suddenly alone in the bathroom, shampoo still in his eyes threatening to get into his eyes.
“…baka…”
A few minutes later, Duo returned with a second ‘master bin’ filled with odds and ends. Duo eased himself to the floor beside the tub, placing the bin behind his back where Heero could not see.
“What the hell do you have behind your back?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Why the hell would I ask if I didn’t want to know!?” Heero spat, furious because of Duo’s evasiveness and his own runny nose.
“Well Hee-chan,” Duo began soothingly “I thought you might like to use some of the other stuff I use when I feel sick…”
“Sure.”
Duo stared at Heero. He knew the Japanese boy trusted him on missions and such, but this… this was proof that Heero felt something for the braided one, if no more than loyal friendship.
Heero trusted Duo, without even thinking about consequences. Duo was positively beaming.
Waking up to the real world, Duo dished out about a dozen scented candles, a more expensive bubble bath solution and a box of matches. He set to work placing the candles all about the small bathroom, lighting each of them as he went.
Heero remained silent, content to watch Duo flutter about the room all for his benefit. When Duo finished lighting the candles, he emptied his shampoo bin and filled it up with warm water from Heero’s bath.
“We’ll need to rinse your hair yanno…” was all the warning Heero got before being splashed over the head by the now cooled off bath water. Duo repeated the process (perhaps against better judgment) two more times before finally letting Heero fuss with maintaining some semblance of order to his hair.
Heero was too busy fussing to notice that Duo had retreated to the other end of the bathroom.
“Heero… Empty out the old water and run some new hot water.” Duo commanded from his stand by the door. Heero obliged and did exactly as he was told.
Duo then instructed him to use half a cup of the expensive bubble bath solution, orders which Heero too followed faithfully.
“I’m going to turn off the lights, Heero.” Duo warned a moment before he flipped the switch.
In an instant, the two were thrown into an ethereal blackness. The candled spilt soft lights that pooled around the room and wrapped the boys in a more romantic feeling. Duo knew the scented candles always got him in the mood… He hoped Heero would feel the same.
“Wow, Duo… This is…” Heero struggled to find the word. “really nice…”
“I’m glad you like it.” came Duo’s voice, now just inches away from Heero’s ear. Heero closed his eyes and sank into the bath, pleasure clear on his candle-lit face.
“May I join you?”
Heero’s eyes snapped open immediately. Had Duo really asked that, or had he been dreaming?
He hoped he wasn’t dreaming.
Heero decided, just to be sure, to answer Duo’s question with a question of his own.
“Duo, would joining me in this bath help repay you for your kindness?”
Heero didn’t need a verbal answer. Duo’s response was good enough for him. The words had barely left his lips when he felt them suddenly seized by the lips of Duo Maxwell.
Ah, sweet bliss.
Duo’s kiss was sweet with a lingering a hint of desire. Heero felt himself melting away, his symptoms long forgotten as he responded tenderly to Duo’s mouth. They broke moments later, eyes opening slowly as if waking from a dream.
Duo’s eyes searched for Heero’s until they met in a candle-lit glow that sent shivers down his spine.
“Well…?”
Duo stepped back and nodded gently before sliding out of his black shorts. Slowly removing the black material from his slender hips, Duo kept his eyes locked with Heero’s in his most sultry gaze. It was pleasurable torture for Heero, who could do nothing more than stare helplessly at the beautiful boy above him.
Duo let his shorts pool at his ankles before gracefully stepping out of them and into the tub with Heero. Neither boy was ever as grateful for the large tub as they were now.
Duo slid in behind Heero and sat facing Heero’s back. “It’s time to use that scrub.” Duo said in a hushed voice. Taking up a cloth, Duo emptied some of the shower scrub onto it and rubbed the cloth until he had worked up a substantial lather.
Duo then began the task of bathing Heero. The rich smell of sugar and vanilla filled the room as the candle’s scent danced between the new aroma and the two boys in the bath.
Heero knew he spent his whole life training absolutely every crevasse of his body to be completely unresponsive and yet, as Duo massaged his back through the lathery towel, he felt so… *sensitive* to everything. Duo would barely touch his skin and yet he felt electric shocks with every moment of contact. Heero couldn’t help but sink back against Duo’s bare chest, moaning softly as the braided boy set to massaging his chest.
Heero let his mind go on auto-pilot as he slid his eyes and…
“SHIT!” Heero eyes snapped open in an instant to find Duo, bent over his right shoulder, biting a pert nipple. Heero groaned loudly, feeling an exotic tingling in his groin as Duo’s tongue and teeth played with tiny nub.
Duo simply smiled into Heero’s chest, creeping his hand lower to dance lightly just below Heero’s navel. Heero began writhing about in the tub, sending the water splashing everywhere… not that he cared… his mind was focused on that oh-so-deliciously-tempting hand tracing small circles as it traveled lower… and lower… and…
“Damn it, Duo!” Heero growled pulling the boy’s hand straight to his arousal. Heero gasped at the rough contact and closed his eyes to steady himself. When he opened them at last, he tilted his head back to find the most gorgeous pair of eyes he had ever seen.
Glowing in the candlelight, Duo looked like a mysterious angel, cloaked in shadows. But far past the desire and lust that had glazed over the exterior, Heero found love and devotion buried deep in those beautiful amethyst eyes. Duo’s hand squeezed his cock lightly, snapping Heero out of his stupor and back to the moment.
“Is this what you want?” Duo asked gently. Heero swallowed hard. Did he offend Duo? Was he wrong when he thought he saw lust and love in those eyes? The silence that rang through the small room broke at last when Duo interjected his own question.
“Gods, Heero…” he began, sliding close enough to Heero that he could feel Duo’s heat, even through the warm bath water. “I’ve wanted this for so long…” Heero felt Duo nudge against him and bit back a moan.
“Uke.”
“Heero?!”
“Duo, please.” Heero begged. “I want it…”
Duo quirked an eyebrow. “You know ‘uke’ means…” Duo’s voice trailed off as Heero began pushing back against Duo, purposefully rubbing his soon-to-be-lover’s erection.
“Heero…” Duo gasped out. Regaining his composure, Duo wrapped his arms around the Japanese boy and pulled him straight into his lap. Heero’s face flushed crimson when he realized just how *big* Duo was…
Duo feather-lightly began stroking Heero’s length with one hand as he used the other to steady Heero and position him right over his painfully hard arousal. It didn’t take long before Duo’s hand picked up speed, Heero moaning loudly at the sensations.
He felt like his entire body was on fire and he surely would not be able to hold off his climax any longer until he felt something nudge against his entrance. It wasn’t warm, like flesh, but rather, oddly shaped and the temperature of the water. Heero didn’t have time to decide what exactly it was, for he suddenly felt it slip inside him, stretching his tight passage.
“nNn!! Duo!” Heero panted. “what…?”
Duo didn’t respond, for he was having trouble finding words as he lost himself in the pleasure of nailing Heero with a carefully shaped bar of soap. Heero felt the tears well up in his eyes as he tried not to cry out from the pain of being stretched so quickly. He had to admit though, he certainly wasn’t complaining about a runny-nose now!
“Duuooo!” Heero moaned, hoping… no, *wishing* that Duo would bring him over the edge. Feeling that Heero was stretched enough (and having lost patience with Heero’s very convincing pleas), Duo removed the soap bar and directed Heero straight onto his neglected cock.
Slowly, Duo pushed Heero down onto him, inch by burning inch. Though it hurt a little, Heero found himself liking the idea of being filled more and more as he crawled slowly down Duo’s length.
After a short yet agonizing while, Duo was fully sheathed within Heero’s tight channel.
“V-virgin?” Duo asked, struggling to keep himself from pounding the Japanese boy into the porcelain tub floor.
“Hai.” came the terse response. Heero lightly rocked against Duo, sending the braided boy wild. //…just don’t fuck him senseless, just don’t fuck him senseless…// began Duo’s mental mantra.
Having adjusted to Duo’s size, Heero signaled he was ready by giving Duo’s hand a firm squeeze. Before beginning, Duo gently arched his head over Heero’s shoulder and whispered softly in his ear, “I hope you’re feeling better… I’ve been waiting for you for a long time…”
With that, Duo began a series of shallow thrusts that couldn’t possibly satiate Heero. Duo soon lost his care and tenderness and began thrusting deeper into his beloved.
“H-harder, Duo!” Heero screamed out as Duo’s cock brushed up against his prostate. “That’s it… mm..! Duo! More…!”
Heero’s hands seem to have moved on their own as he reached behind him and buried his hands in Duo’s hair. As the two boys rocked fiercely against each other, Duo’s hands explored every muscle line of Heero’s well-defined chest and abs.
The electric feeling of Duo’s touch as well as the maddening pleasure from within sent Heero screaming, his voice echoing off the bathroom tiles.
Duo was too close. Heero wasn’t lying when he said he was a virgin… he was *tight*. Duo literally gulped for air, the blinding white pleasure coursing through his body was threatening to tear his consciousness apart. Feeling the tight coiling in his groin, Duo hands groped about Heero’s body until finally resting on his dripping cock, pumping viciously in time to his thrusts.
Like that straw that broke the camel’s back, Heero closed his eyes tightly and climaxed in Duo’s hand, ribbons of hot liquid passion coating his stomach and Duo’s hand.
Duo followed suit, Heero’s muscles having clamped down even tighter than before, sending him violently over the edge. Heero came to in time to feel the last of Duo’s seed pump steadily into his body. He wouldn’t admit to it then, but the warm sensation he had from within made him feel… contented, safe, and loved.
Coming to his senses, Duo pulled out of Heero (who gave a hiss and a whimper of protest) and, without a word, emptied the cooled water from the tub. He ran the shower for a few minutes, cleansing the two boys of the results of their coupling.
Heero didn’t know what to feel. One minute Duo’s hands were all over him, and the next, Duo won’t even make eye contact with him. Did he regret it? Heero hoped that wasn’t the case.
Duo turned off the shower as soon as they were cleaned up and grabbed towels for both of them. Duo wouldn’t even look at Heero as he brusquely handed Heero a fluffy navy-blue towel. Heero tried to meet Duo’s eyes, but to no avail.
Suddenly, a thought struck him.
“I… I can breathe through my nose again…” he marveled incredulously. Duo turned and gave a silent nod and a shy smile. Heero caught his eyes, with no intension of ever letting them go.
Neither knew how long they stared at each other. Gravity, it seemed, was pulling them closer and closer. Heero finally closed in the space by wrapping his arms around Duo’s neck, their noses just barely touching.
“Thank you, koibito.” he whispered softly before kissing the beautiful boy in his arms.
Heero suddenly felt Duo wriggle out of his reach, his hand fumbling for the doorknob behind him. Heero could see a soft pink hue make its way up Duo’s cheeks, making him look both helpless and adorable at the same time.
“I-I’m sorry, Heero… I…err…” Duo stalled, trying to explain himself. He wanted to tell Heero he didn’t mean it; that he just wanted Heero to feel better. But that would be a lie. He *did* mean it. He’d wanted to show Heero how much he loved him since… since forever!
But Heero, Duo worried, probably thought Duo was seeking release in any form… That Heero was just an object to him, and nothing more.
“Duo…” Heero’s voice trailed off as he made another attempt at holding the contemplating boy in front of him. Duo let Heero hold him, and even wrapped his arms around Heero’s waist in return.
“I’m sorry, Heero, but…” Duo tried to avoid Heero’s eyes. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Duo finally let it out.
“I love you, Heero. Always have, always will. I’m sorry for taking advantage of you like that! It was wrong of me and if you never want to speak to me again, I’ll completely understand. But please just know Heero…” At this point, Heero could feel Duo quaking in his arms. “…I never lusted after you before I loved you…”
Heero’s eyes widened. This was new. Usually it was the other way around, or so he thought. Heero never really understood sex and love, but usually it went that somebody thought someone else was hot, and then got to loving them. It was always desire first… lust before love.
Looking into Duo’s eyes, Heero saw validation in everything Duo was saying. It was all true. The love was always there. Heero just never took the time to see it. He swore at that very moment that He would make Duo happy. He would love Duo just as much as Duo loved him.
Heero eagerly pressed his lips against Duo’s, sending his whole body weight onto the American, which in turn sent them both up against the bathroom door.
“Duo no baka…” Heero said, smiling into Duo’s mouth. “I love you, Duo. Don’t ever feel sad or worried again.” Heero looked into Duo’s violet eyes once more. “You’re much more beautiful when you smile.”
Trowa, Quatre, and Wufei sat in the living room of the safehouse, all looking fairly exasperated and annoyed.
“Saa... How long has it been, koi?” Quatre meekly asked his impatient lover. A single green eye fell upon its owner’s watch.
“About five hours, little one.”
“K’so! You’d think they’d learn to just get a room already!!” spat Wufei, agitated that he couldn’t take his ritualistic nightly shower.
“Oh c’mon, Wufei! Don’t blame them.” Quatre responded with a giggle.
A low moan wafted its way down the stairs from the bathroom.
“Besides…” Trowa chimed in. “…they *have* a room… It just so happens to be the bathroom.”
Wufei only scowled and left for the kitchen grumbling under his breath “They have to come out *sometime*…”
Back in the bathroom, Heero finished brushing his lover’s hair and kissed his mouth soundly. To hell with the boys downstairs, waiting for a shower. Heero and Duo found each other, their loves – their soul mates.
All it took was a little shower scrub.
[1] He means “not oily”
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