Title: Here Kitty, Kitty Part 3
Author: Gwynn, lemon-tastic.
Warnings: LEMON! Chant with me now: Le-mon, le-mon, le-mon. (aka, boy bonking boy, go away if you no like) Ahem. This is vaguely PWP-ish, taking place right after part 2. Also, yaoi, neko ai, and SAAAAP. POV, Duo again.
Pairing: 1x2 and H-KxD-N, so I believe.
Note: First POV lemon. Very incoherent, as I imagine thoughts at the time. It's half the length of the last one, much shorter.
~From Part 2~
"Well good bye Heero," I started. Heero caught my hand.
"Wait Duo," Heero said.
"Yes?"
"Would you like to stay forever?" he asked softly. In response, I stepped inside and wrapped my arms around his neck. We kissed, softly at first, then stronger and more passionately as the world faded to a red haze around me. I shut the door, knowing I would stay, forever and ever.
("Would you like to stay for dinner?" "Would ya like to stay forever?" is from Mulan, I should have noted this earlier.)
Part 3
Hands. Wonderful, hot, soft...HANDS! Under my sweater, behind my back, under my shirt...shirt gone oooooooohhh.... Slow, halting steps forward as fingers creep up my spine.
Deep, hot kisses, leaving my mouth... no... kissing along my neck and shoulder. You. Shirt. Off. Goody. Hot, rounded muscles, hard...ummm... Soft pink nipples, just for me...
Sucking gently on one. Feels good, doesn't it? Then the other...oh, again, please...
Door. Stop. You still wearing pants? That'll never do...off. Briefs. Ummm... no, stay *inside* my pants... oh yeah, bedroom, right? Fine, hurry. Door open. What are you do-oof!
Intense eyes...touch me there, yes there... Pants gone, on both fronts. Mouth...stomach. Lower...lower...oh! Wet lips, kissing me, caressing me, taking me in.
Suction... oh! Rising up to meet... do it! Now!
"Come for me Duo..." I'm trying... oh there! OH!
Flooding release. You stopped. You aren't done, are you? Oh, what are you...
"Turn over?" I ask, hazy. A smile. Trust you, love you. "Okay."
Pillow. Soft. Smells like cat. Fingers, running along my back, to the crease of my... oh!
A finger, slow, invading, caressing, stretching... All the way in. Another one. Two as one...oh! And a third...
"Please...please!" I beg, it is... so... I feel...
"Soon." A promise. Something, twitching, searching...hard... "Ready?"
"Yes! Now!" I scream into the pillow. Make it now...
Poking, probing, brushing softly but not quite there. Rise to meet... other hand, on me, stroking...
Push...push...in! Entering slowly...slowly...aahhh!
What was that?! Oh, again and again! Pumping harder, stroking faster... bite pillow, mustn't scream...so good...
Hit the spot, one...more.... time!
"Heeeeeero..." I call out, echoed by a feline yowl. I spurt all over the hand and the sheets.
"Duooooo..." a low groan from above. His turn now. Flex, flex...
"Come on Heero," I whisper. He does. I am filled...bliss... tired... sleep now...
"I love you Heero." Falling asleep...
"Aishiteru Duo."
Happy... hazy... warm. Am I glowing? It feels like it. Warm bed. Wait, I don't *have* a real bed so where am I...?
A soft groan. I turn, seeing another figure tangled in the sheets.
Heero.
Oh.
I smile, tracing a finger down the smooth, tanned back. He turns over, pulling me to him and giving me a quick but hot kiss. He holds me close as he falls asleep again. I cuddle nice and close and fall asleep to the beating of his heart.
Morning. Argh, go away sun! I crack open an eye and see I'm alone, but still in Heero's bed. Real. Not a dream. And what a wonderful real it was... I roll over, forgetting the wet spot and scoot over. I feel like I'm floating on clouds... nice fluffy lemon yellow clouds.[1]
Wait. *Lemon* yellow? Eh? I refuse to make sense in the morning, even to myself. I get out of bed and my clothes are waiting for me in a nice, neat pile.
I get dressed, brushing a hand over the gift Heero gave me. What a guy. He so sweet and kind and wonderful and I'm just...me.
I remember, you know. I remember him saying something to me. I don't know Japanese. I remember what I said too. I love him. I really do.
The *feeling*! It's just...so...wow. The warm, happy feeling you can carry inside of you for a long time, because you love someone.
I brush my hair, feeling the soft caress of Heero's hair mixed with mine on the bristles. I braid my hair, nice and neat and walk out to the kitchen. Heero's making breakfast. Oh, what a sweetheart! Love you...
"How do you like your eggs?" he asks, kissing me and going back to cooking. He looks... no, can't be. Shy?
"Laid," I purr. Duo-neko purrs in approval. Heero chuckles and Hee-kitty hisses in amusement. I now have an audience. "Scrambled please."
"Sure," he says. He's having scrambled too, so four eggs go in, the butter went in first and had just melted when I immerged.
I flop down on the couch, humming Chritmas carols, even though it's Boxing Day. I don't have to work today. Joy.
Heero cooks breakfast. We don't talk, just continue in comfortable silence. Heero puts the food on the table and I come to eat. We eat in silence until we finish. Heero looks up at me and his eyes look intense.
"Duo..."
"Yes, Heero."
"I want- no I *need*- to know. Are you going to stay forever?" he asked, voice as intense as his eyes.
Stay... forever? I've never been that kind of person. I move so much, normally twice a year. I've never found where I belonged. Not since my parents died and I turned eighteen and I left the orphanage. But here, a guy I met a few months ago was asking me if I was going to stick around.
Yes. I wanted to say it, had to. *Needed* to. But I don't know...
Hee-kitty looked up expectantly. Shit.
"Can I... can I have a day to think about it?" I said, more desperate than I'd meant to sound. Heero looked surprised but nodded.
I stood up quickly and left. It was snowing again, the flakes sprinkling my hair and face with tiny caresses just like-
Stop. Have to think. Think think think. Blank. I'm sorry, your brain is not available right now, can I take a message?
Damn. Damn damn DAMN! I sleep with a guy once and-
Shit.
I walk to my apartment and go in, slamming the door. I toss myself on the futon where Heero checked out my-
Stand up, move to kitchen. Avoid counter, unlike when I rammed right into it and broke my-
Okay, bad choice. Studio! Well, not really. It's a walk-in closet that I changed around to become a developping studio for photos.
Pictures everywhere, many of just ordinary things and people that I saw in the park or on the street. Grandkids playing with their grandparents. Fountains, the stationary variety. Fruit, equipment. A few of the girls from work before they change into modeling clothes. Even a bunch of Hee-kitty: playing, sleeping, looking peevish, just hanging.
A few are of Heero. Looking startled, particularly funny or sexy. His pictures stare at me, asking...
I need to go out. I grab my camera and some stuff and take a walk. I go to the park. There are benches in the centre park, quiet and peaceful. I brush off a bench and set my camera down. I brought a bag of breadcrumbs and sprinkled them on the ground. The pigeons flew over and pecked at them. I finished the bag and tossed the remaining crumbs at them. I crumpled the bag and tossed it expertly into a trash can.
I sighed. I don't know what to do but...
"Do you know what you get when you sit on a bench all day and feed pigeons? Fat pigeons!" [2] said a familiar voice. Heero was holding my coat. He was wearing his green ones, wearing black pants and gloves.
"Heero?" I asked.
"Can I sit down?" he asked. I pushed some snow off the bench and patted it. He sat.
"Heero, I need to ask you something," I said slowly.
"Go ahead Duo," he said.
"Heero, I'm not rich. I'm almost completely dirt poor. I live in an apartment with a cat and a complete development studio. I'm not a very neat person. I get up late and go to bed late. I need to move around or I get antsy. I need to talk a lot.
"I work with beautiful people every day of both genders. I eat a lot. I wear black, almost constantly. I'm an orphan. I barely remember either of them. I lived in an orphanage for ten years and no one had a lot of privacy.
"Sometimes I'm angry. I get quiet and moody. I'll want to throw things and hit things and I'll snap for no good reason. I'll make jokes when you're trying to be serious and I'm not always the most responsible person around. I am really bad at commitment.
"What I want to know is, is that okay?" Heero stayed quiet for a while. I looked over at him.
"Duo, I *am* rich. I inherited some, but most I earned. I live in an apartment with a cat and an office with a laptop. I am compulsively neat. I get up early and go to bed early. I work out and go jogging at an ungodly hour every morning. I don't talk much.
"I work with some of the dryest, most boring people in New York. I like to cook odd foods. I wear suits most of the time, because I'm an accountant. I'm an orphan. I was raised alone by my father since I was ten. He died when I was fifteen. My father was very cold and distant. I was an only child and I'm not really used to living with other people.
"Sometimes, I will need to talk. I will need to express myself so badly that I don't care if you do. Other times, I'll be cold and distant and you'll want to cry. I'm a very dry, boring person. I don't tell jokes and rarely appreciate them. I'm very responsible and it drives people up the wall. I rarely smile.
"My answer to your question is, that if you accept me for who I am, I will accept you for who you are. I accept you, Duo Maxwell, for the wonderful, funny, passionate person you are. Do you?"
"I do. I accept you for the wonderful, considerate *sexy* person that you are, for now and forever."
Heero smiled. He has the most wonderful smile. I scooted close and kissed him and he kissed me back, passionate, hot and fiery like before.
I heard a camera shutter and we broke, staring behind us. It was Nurse Quatre and Dr. Barton, dressed for the weather and Quatre was holding my camera.[3]
"Merry Christmas," Quatre said. Dr. Barton nodded.
"Merry Christmas," he said as well.
"Merry Christmas," we said, holding hands. Quatre gave me back my camera and I prepared in in my lap. Holding hands, Quatre and Dr. Barton kissed and I returned the favour by snapping a photo. They didn't seem to care.
"Mmm love you Trowa," murmured Quatre.
"I love you too," Dr. Barton- Trowa- said.
Heero put an arm around my shoulder and squeezed.
"Let's go home," said Heero.
"Forever and ever," I agreed.
End Part 3
1: Ahahahaha.... I'm such a pain!
2: Death to Dream, volume one (I think) of the Sandman by DC Comics.
3: They're baaaaaack! Whahahaha!
Note: If this was really NYC, I very much doubt guys could kiss in a public park without being beaten. But damnit, no one beats our bishonen!
Part 4 of 4 to follow...soon.