What Chopsticks Can Do
by Veste Notus
The rainfall of the late spring evenings left the compound rather chilly one night. Duo sat up in his bed unable to get a good night’s sleep. He looked around into the blackness that surrounded him and grunted. His lack of sleep left him a little irritated. This lack of sleep must have also left him senseless as he decided that Heero might be able to lull him back to sleep, (for it was only recently that Duo realized his passions for Heero).
Meanwhile, in the room adjacent from Duo’s, Heero slept peacefully. Duo had left his room and entered Heero’s. He crept toward the sleeping pilot and whimpered softly into the night. Heero, a light sleeper, naturally awoke from the soft sound.
“Can’t sleep” Duo whispered. Heero’s sleep-blurred vision disappeared as the very image of Duo came into focus. Duo slouched in a drunken haze of sleepiness, wearing only a pair of tight “Heero spandex”. Heero blushed a little (too little to notice) and felt his shaft beginning to press up against his shorts, for he too was in this apparel.
“Why did you wake me up?”, he grunted.
“Can’t sleep!” Duo persisted.
“Why the hell not?” Heero’s usually calm and collected, but wake him up from his beauty sleep, and you’d best run like hell.
“It’s too cold…” Duo whimpered.
“Get a fucking blanket and leave me alone!” With this, Duo frowned (for a first) and sat on the edge of Heero’s bed. Heero noticed, after a while and sat up. “Let me sleep, damnit!” Duo was too busy unbraiding his long silky hair to give Heero any glances.
“Can I stay with you?” he asked, in his meekest and shiest voice. Duo’s neither meek nor shy, so the sudden voice change caught Heero off guard. There was a long pause in the conversation. Heero couldn’t be sure whether Duo was asking to hang out, go to sleep, or screw him ‘till dawn. Heero had secretly loved Duo for almost a year now, so he decided that whatever the intention, he wouldn’t mind.
“Fine.” With this, Duo blinked in the darkness of Heero’s room. It was fine. Duo didn’t entirely know what he meant when he asked to stay with Heero, and now the ball was back in his court.
“Hey thanks, man.” he said with his trademark grin. Finished unbraiding his hair, Duo got up and moved over to the other side of the bed. Awkwardly, he pulled down the blankets, and got in bed with Heero. Heero was pretty sure Duo had taken option two.
Duo rolled onto his side in bed to face Heero. Heero pretended to be asleep, but all the while, he was watching his love stare off into space. Rest assured, it wasn’t space Duo was starring off into. Duo was watching Heero, whom he was fully convinced was back in a deep sleep.
Duo waved a hand in front of Heero to see if he was awake.
No response.
“Heero…” he whispered.
No response.
Duo sighed. Heero seemed to be asleep. “Aishiteru, Heero.”
Heero almost let his breath catch. Was Duo kidding, or was he serious? Then again, it’s not like Duo to joke about love; least Heero didn’t think it was. Heero lay in the silence and waited for Duo to say something else. Just when he thought Duo had gone to sleep, he felt Duo’s soft hand brush his bangs off his forehead. Heero tried *reaally* hard not to gasp. Reason tried to explain it, but reason soon left the Japanese pilot once Duo’s lips met with Heero’s exposed forehead.
Heero’s arousal was growing with need when Duo’s hand started stroking his neck and shoulder softly yet seductively. Duo must have been really senseless for he didn’t notice Heero’s muscles tightening and relaxing with each of Duo’s touches. After a while, Duo lost the fear of Heero waking up, figuring he was long gone in sleep, and began more boldly stroking the Japanese boy. Heero noticed this immediately. The soft touches felt so nice, but they were such torture, and only making him harder.
Suddenly, Duo’s soft, tentative fingers migrated down to Heero’s chest. Duo pulled himself closer, pretending that Heero was awake and encouraging him (which, silently, Heero was). Duo accidentally let his hand slip, and his fingers gently grazed over a small, hardened nipple. Heero moaned Duo’s name softly into the night.
“K’so!” Duo softly screamed and jumped back. He froze, feeling *very* embarrassed. Heero, however, would not stand for that momentary lock in motion. Duo now knew he was awake, so he wasn’t going to hold anything back any longer. In one fluid motion, Heero’s arms encircled Duo’s shocked body and the Japanese boy rubbed his body against him. If Heero was a kitten, he would have been purring just then. He nuzzled his head deep into Duo’s chest, were it was warm. Duo gasped.
“Heero?” he whispered, kicking himself for the uncertainty in his voice. Heero would not respond. Duo half thought he was dreaming, and half thought someone else was pretending to be his Heero. These half-thoughts left him though, as soon as Heero’s mouth came down onto Duo’s throat. As Heero sucked hungrily at the sensitive skin, Duo moaned, causing a lovely vibration in his throat to play with Heero’s tongue.
“Nn! H-heero!” Duo moaned, twisting and shifting all the while. Heero’s hot and talented tongue soon ventured downward, not stopping until his hungry mouth found a hardened pebble to suck. With a free hand, Heero teased the other nub with soft pinches. It was a heaven for both of them. Duo was in a nirvana. The last thing he remembered was feeling *really* close to the edge before everything went black.
Duo woke up abruptly. The position of the sun told him it was around noon. He looked around and saw that lo and behold, he was still in his room, no Heero in sight. Duo moaned as he rolled over. //Must’ve been a dream…// Duo thought with a sigh. He lounged around in bed for a little while longer before getting dressed and helping himself to lunch. He popped his head into the kitchen long enough to see the occupants of the room and their activities.
“Hey guys! Glad to see you’re doing well!” Duo said with a grin. Trowa and Quatre flushed furiously. Everyone (everyone being Duo, Wufei, and Heero) knew of the going-ons between the Arabian and the Latin boy, but it was rare that the two would be caught like that (for Trowa, by nature is not what you call a P.D.A.). Duo grabbed a microwavable Chinese Noodle Soup container from the pantry and popped it into the microwave. “You two got any chopsticks?”
“No.” Trowa said with a bit of a blush. Oh they had chopsticks all right, but they were in no condition to be used for eating. Duo shrugged and went into a hidden drawer to find Heero’s secret stash of chopsticks. These weren’t the crappy disposable wood kinds either. Duo picked the most ornate ones (which just so happened to be black) and started idly chewing on them, waiting for his soup to heat up.
“Duo, don’t chew on those! They’re Heero’s favorite pair!” shrieked Quatre, unaware of Duo’s love for Heero.
“Is that so?” Duo retorted between his chewing sessions. Inwardly, Duo loved the fact that he was licking and biting something which Heero did that same to. It was like an indirect kiss from his secret love.
BEEP! The soup was ready, and Duo dove right in. In the middle of chomping down on his noodles, Duo looked up at the couple holding hands. “Where is that baka anyway?” Duo added that extra ‘baka’ to throw off any suspicions of his love.
“He’s still sleeping.” responded Quatre.
“STILL?! I’m gonna go wake his lazy ass up.” Duo then went immediately to the pantry and heated another Chinese Noodle Soup container.
“Duo, you haven’t even finished your first soup!” the blond called, just as the microwave beeped its completion.
“Heero might be hungry.” With that, Duo held Heero’s favorite chopsticks in his mouth and took his and Heero’s soup out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
“That’s awfully nice of him, ne Trowa?” Trowa stood silent, but turned to face his love.
“Be still, Little One…” were the last words uttered before Trowa captured Quatre mouth once again.
“MORNING SUNSHINE!” Heero awoke to the loud cheerful voice of the braided baka.
“Hn.”
“Made you soup!” Duo said with a smile as he offered Heero the container.
“Got any chopsticks?”
“Umm…” Duo fumbled. //K’so! Forgot his chopsticks… oh well// Duo passed Heero the pair he’d been using. Heero, unaware that Duo had used them without washing them after, took them and started chewing on the ends, just as Duo had done.
Heero brought the chopsticks to his mouth, but then noticed that the ends were all chewed up. He would get to the bottom of this.
“Duo…”
“Hai, Heero?”
“What did you do to these?” Duo blushed. He knew he was in trouble. Duo never lied, so…
“Gomen nasai, Heero. I used your favorite chopsticks. We were all out of the disposable ones!”
“And these small marks?” Heero asked, indicating the tiny indentations left over from Duo’s chewing sessions.
“Teeth marks...”
“Whose?”
“…Mine.” It clicked to Heero. He got up, and glared at the Deathscythe pilot. Duo closed his eyes tight, preparing to be smacked. Instead, Duo felt warm breath coming from somewhere very close to his face.
“Why were you chewing on my favorite chopsticks?” Heero asked softly.
“I told you, we’re all out of the disposa…mmm!” Duo was quickly silenced with two of Heero’s fingers, which he sent straight in his mouth. Heero brought his fingers back a few seconds later.
“It’s okay, Duo…” Heero whispered. “…I’ve always wondered how you’d taste…” With this, Heero brought his moistened fingers to his mouth and sucked away the flavor of Duo. Duo stood there watching, mesmerized. Heero stopped licking his own fingers and drew himself closer to the enchanted Duo. “…good… …but I want more…” he whispered as seductively as he possibly could. With Heero’s words, Duo melted into a formless wanting puddle of a Gundam pilot. Heero, however, wasn’t going to be the passive one.
His lips forced their way onto Duo’s and tugged his mouth open with his tongue. Duo gave in to Heero’s rape of his mouth and his heart began to race. //Can this really be happening??// Heero pulled back and looked down at the American, who’d been reduced to a bundle of quivering nerves. He moved close again and whispered the one thing Duo was still uncertain of.
“Last night was real…” Duo remained speechless as Heero kept speaking. “…And I still want to pick up from where we left off…” Duo felt his body shudder, but not in a bad way. Heero had been lusting for him for so long, and Duo had never noticed. Duo kept opening and closing his mouth, wanting to speak, but the words never came. Finally, coherent words passed his lips.
“Aishiteru.” Simple, but effective. It encouraged Heero as well as placed the idea that Duo wasn’t just lusting after Heero. The two were in a mad lip-lock before Wufei called Heero from outside the room.
“Yuy! Get going now! You and I have a mission, remember? Wake up, or I’ll come in after you!” Heero groaned and pulled away from his would-be-lover.
“Hn.” That was all it took for the Chinese boy to leave his stand outside the door. He looked back at Duo with lust still clouding his vision. He could see Duo was as hard as he was, and was *very* reluctant to get dressed and pack up. The two danced around each other as they packed Heero’s bag. The bag packed, Heero turned to face Duo. He put his hand over Duo’s crotch caged within his pants, eliciting an enticing moan from the braided one. “Wait for me...” was the last thing Heero said before pecking a kiss to Duo’s lips and leaving the room.
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Duo’s Story
//Great! Now what? I’m rock hard and he just leaves me here!// Duo thought bitterly to himself. He sat all the while in Heero’s room, trying to will his arousal away. He had no such luck though. Everything he saw in Heero’s room only made him want the Wing pilot more. Duo decided to do a little exploring in Heero’s massive room, starting with the vanity mirror/desk opposite the bed.
On the desk were all sorts of knickknacks. Heero’s gun lay on the desk, but it wasn’t loaded. //Thank god!// Duo sorted through files and paper until his eyes caught a familiar image. It was…himself! It was a print out of himself with tons of physical data about him. He looked around for Trowa, Wufei, or even Quatre’s information, but found none. Had Heero gathered all this information just on him?! It didn’t make any sense, but then again, why should it? Duo turned page after page and read through it all in disbelief. The last few pages in the folder were pictures. Obviously he was unaware Heero or whoever had taken them. Some of them were of him sleeping. The next picture however made Duo’s eyes bug out. It was of him, lying on his bed, completely naked in an erotic position because of the camera angle. His hair was fanned out all over him and in his own hands.
In the summertime, Duo liked to sleep in the nude every so often when the nights were hot. No one else knew that, and he liked to keep it that way. //If Heero kept taking pictures of me when I was asleep, he might have just come in on the wrong night!// Duo closed the folder, afraid to see the hentai pictures that Heero took that evening. Duo shifted in the chair. //Yep, I’m hard again.//
He looked around the room and spotted a clock. Heero’d been gone for three hours. Duo couldn’t resist. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the metal zipper *very* slowly. He then slipped his hand under his boxers and began to stroke his length slowly, teasing himself. With his free hand, he pulled his shirt off and threw it on Heero’s floor. He proceeded to tease his nipples and pinch them, wishing that his hands were really Heero’s.
Moaning soon filled the room as Duo stroked his hot shaft faster. He leaned his head back against the chair and let his emotions take over him as he moaned. “…Heero…”
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Heero’s Story
//Why now?// Heero was feeling very remorseful for leaving his Duo like that, plus he was silently cursing Wufei for forcing them apart. The mission wasn’t anything too challenging, and Heero completed it extra early so he could go home and see his love.
“Hey Yuy!”
“Hn.” Heero called back. He wasn’t in the mood to talk to Wufei. Then again, was anyone ever in the mood to talk to Wufei?
“You finished awfully quick. You have something important pending or what?”
“Yes.”
“What?”
“I have somewhere I really need to be.” Heero then handed Wufei a few bills. “Go celebrate on your own. I’m going home.” With that, Heero took the car and sped off.
“NANI?!”
Heero pulled into the driveway of the safe house and quickly got out of the car. The entire car ride was spent thinking very hentai thoughts about Duo, and Heero was ready to make them into more than just fantasy. Quatre, however, stopped him on the way to his room.
“Hey Heero! Where’s Wufei? How’d the mission go?” Quatre was obviously oblivious to Heero’s aching need. Heero sidestepped around the Arabian and shoved a ‘just passing by’ Trowa right into him. Once at his door, he looked back and found Trowa pinning Quatre against the wall with a kiss. //Looks like Trowa got the hint.// Heero opened his door and almost came at the sight that greeted him.
A half naked Duo sat at his vanity mirror/desk. His legs were spread out on the desk, and one of his hands alternated between roaming around his body, pinching a hard nipple, and stroking through his hair. He other hand rested at his crotch and was pumping his cock vigorously. His head leaned back against the chair; the world’s most seductive moans were escaping from Duo’s mouth as he pleasured himself.
“…Heero…”
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Joined Story
Duo kept going, his whole being focused on one point of his body now. His mind played images of what he’d do to Heero when he got home. He hadn’t even realized Heero’d been watching him all this time. Heero was aware of that. Silently, Heero closed the door behind him and locked it, just in case. Duo soon started moaning louder, his hand barely able to keep up with the pleasure he was inducing, and moving in jagged spurts.
“Need help?” Heero’s voice was soft, but aching with need. He startled Duo enough so that the braided boy froze. Duo flushed many colors of red, but was too far-gone to stop his hand for very much longer. Heero stopped the hand quickly and pulled it away as he kissed his Duo passionately. “You couldn’t wait?”
Duo moaned in frustration and nudged his head towards the files he’d looked at. Heero grabbed the photos and blushed a little. He then smiled seductively, reached into the drawer, and pulled out a camera.
“I want to capture you like this… Pose for me, Duo… Moan for me…” No sooner had Heero said this than did Duo spread his legs more and tried to make himself look even more wanton than he already was. Heero smiled and took the picture before descending in between his lover’s legs. He grabbed Duo’s shaft and ran his tongue up it slowly, from base to tip. Duo was bucking up, trying to get some friction, but Heero’s mouth just felt *so* good.
“Heero… please…! Oh Gods!” Heero swallowed Duo’s whole erection in his sweltering mouth.
“Heero! I’m gonna…”
Unknown to Duo, Heero’s hands were busy searching for the chopsticks he had earlier. Giving no time for Duo to register what was going on, Heero slammed the chopsticks straight into Duo, earning a loud ‘yelp’ of pain and excitement.
“H-h-heero…?” Duo was too far gone to feel pain, so he just rode the chopsticks for all they were worth… and gods know how much that is!
Heero, long since smitten by the intense lust and love he felt for the braided one, only answered in soft hums, fulfilling the primal desires of his lover. Heero released Duo’s cock, sending the boy reducing the boy beneath him to whimpers and loud moans of frustration. It wasn’t long after until the chopsticks were removed too in favor of a more *effective* instrument…
Duo didn’t know when Heero’d stripped down for him. All he could think was the searing pleasure coming from his hidden passage.
“Gods! Heero! Faster!” Heero couldn’t control himself any longer. He slammed into the American pilot with the force, speed, and precision of a perfect soldier. Heero, frustrated as hell over both boys’ ministrations, did not last too long.
Grabbing at Duo’s cock, he pumped the boy a few times before he climaxed all over his stomach and Heero’s hand, screaming Heero’s name. Heero came a few moments later, triggered by Duo’s orgasm.
Breaths heaved and panted, and sweat and other things rolled off skin and fell in large drops.
"...What a rush..."
"Hn... Baka..."
“I love you.”
“Aishiteru, Duo.”
Some snickering.
"See what chopsticks can do?"
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