ok.. since fred is still dividing his time between kurama and eiri I've had to come up with ideas on my own... I receive a great deal of mail regarding my site... most of it very positive and articulate... however, occasionally I get one that I am not quite sure of... some of you will know what this is about... *grin*

WARNINGS: lemon, silliness, gratuitous use of crustaceans

DISCLAIMERS: standard disclaimers apply, I own no one recognizable

Pron

Duo stood in front of the mirror brush in hand, vigoursouly running the bristles through his long damp hair and counting as he did so. By the time he reached 200 his hair was shining and soft, falling in gentle waves to tickle the firm curves of his buttocks. There's a certain sensuous feeling to fresh clean hair on one's back and he worked the feeling as much as he could. Duo was preparing for a date. And not just any date. A date with someone he'd wanted for longer than he could remember. Heero.

They had spent some time fumbling around each other, neither acknowledging their feelings in the way of teenage boys everywhere. No matter that one is a capable warrior, when it comes to matters of the heart and the libido anyone can turn into a quivering mass of self consciousness and panic. After several years of half-aware pining from afar Duo had finally managed to muster up the courage to ask Heero over for dinner. Heero had accepted instantly, much to Duo's surprise and pleasure.

Duo had taken the day off to prepare, planning a simple menu and tidying his apartment by shoving the worst of the clutter into the hall closet. He shopped for fresh ingredients and made his preparations quickly before heading to the shower and taking extra time with his hair. He sauntered across to the bedroom closet to retrieve his planned outfit for the evening. He slipped on a simple pair of black jeans, snug but not too tight, the midnight denim cupping and molding just so. He slipped a steel grey silk shirt over his bare shoulders, leaving the top few buttons undone and tucking the tails into the waistband of his jeans.

He moved to stand in front of the full length mirror on the back of the closet door, turning this way and that to check out the line of his jeans. He adjusted his shirt until there were no lines to mar the perfect curves of his ass. He then gathered his hair into a loose ponytail and eyed himself once again, gathering his wits and his courage.

Despite his apparant readiness the doorbell's chiming had him jumping in startlement. He took one last glance at himself and headed for the door. He pulled the door open to reveal a slightly flushed Heero standing in the hallway. They stood there on the threshold, neither speaking but simply allowing their eyes to travel from the top of their heads to the tips of their toes. Heero was wearing faded jeans, the kind of fading that only comes from frequent wearing and frequent washing. There was a light fuzziness to them, like they'd be butter soft to the touch. He'd chosen a black tanktop for the evening, a new one, so rather than hanging loosely as his others had it was snug to his chest and abdomen. Over this he wore a slightly less faded denim jacket.

"Are you going to let me in Duo?"

Duo stared wide eyed. This was not, perhaps, meant as a double entendre but Duo was more than happy to take it as such. He smiled slowly, his eyes traversing Heero's frame once more and resting momentarily on the zipper of those pale blue jeans before meeting Heero's eyes again.

"Oh yeah, I think I just might."

It was Heero's turn to stare as Duo stood aside to usher him into the entryway. Heero was lost in possibilities as he shrugged off his jacket and automatically reached for the handle to open the closet. Duo yelped and leaped forward but it was too late.

"No! Heero. Don't open tha.... aw crap... "

The door opened upon an avalanche of a dizzying array of items. Before he realized what was happening Heero was covered in a pile of clothes, one eye peering out from behind a scandalous pair of crimson bikini underwear. If that wasn't bad enough, Duo's favourite basketball chose that moment to make an appearance by rolling slowly from the shelf to bounce once off the top of Heero's head before bounding off to parts unknown. Duo was entirely sure he'd never been quite so mortified. It was certain he'd never blushed so hard. His mouth and throat worked as he tried to say something, anything, that would make it seem less embarassing.

"Ummm... maid's year off?"

Heero reached up slowly to pluck the underwear from his head, bringing it forward for inspection.

"So it would seem."

Duo wanted to sink through the floor, prayed that it would swallow him whole so he would never be seen again. He began stammering but couldn't get anything coherent out. Heero lifted a brow and smirked slightly.

"Nice drawers."

Duo's stuttering stopped as he looked closer to see that Heero's lips were twitching and his shoulders were shaking. Mirth then exploded as they both burst out laughing.

"Man Heero, this has got to be one for the books. I don't think I've ever been so embarassed. I'm sure glad I washed the floor, these clothes are clean."

Duo began shoving the clothes and other articles back into the closet while Heero surreptitiously shoved the scrap of crimson fabric into the pocket of his jeans. The closet door thudded shut and Duo spun, still red faced to eye Heero, hoping that the evening hadn't been totally ruined. Heero smiled slightly in reassurance and turned to have a look at the apartment. It wasn't a large space, but it had a light airy feel to it. There was a low square table set with pillar candles, their lit wicks emitting a golden glow in the deepening dusk of evening.

"Nice place Duo."

Duo smiled and led Heero to the table, gesturing to a pair of large cushions that served as chairs.

"Thanks Heero, glad you like it. Have a seat. What would you like to drink? I've got some sake chilled."

"Sake would be great, thanks."

Heero sat on one plump cushion while Duo headed to the kitchen. Heero studied his surroundings carefully, noting the small personal touches Duo had littered about. There were pictures of the five pilots and a few other knick-knacks on all the available surfaces. He was studying a rather large metal sculpture in the corner when Duo returned. There was something oddly familiar about it, something almost mecha related even though it was currently home to a large rubber tree. Duo set a wide black lacquer tray on the table and grinned as he saw what Heero was looking at.

"It's one of Deathscythe's fingers."

Heero looked closer, following the lines and turning to eye Duo somewhat dubiously.

"You didn't."

Duo grinned.

"Of course I did."

Heero started laughing again as he realized that in the corner of this homey apartment stood a cut down piece of the middle finger of a Gundam. Only Duo would keep a reminder such as that and have it flipping the bird at the world. Duo was still grinning widely as he sat on the cushion next to Heero's. He reached for the sake bottle and poured a portion of the cold liquid into Heero's cup then set the bottle down so Heero could pour for him. They lifted their cups for a toast, the cups meeting in a fine porcelain clink.

"Kampai."

"Kampai."

They sipped the icey sake and sat in companionable silence for a few moments before Duo gestured to the shrimp ring that was on the tray.

"Help yourself to some shrimp Heero, I made the cocktail sauce myself."

Heero reached for a single pink morsel, dipping it in the red sauce before popping it in his mouth and pulling the shell back. He was surprised at the bite of the sauce and he eyed the small dish suspiciously, it looked almost like ketchup. Duo grinned.

"Horseradish."

"Come again?"

"I haven't once yet but if you play your cards right... oh man... did I just say that?"

Duo clapped a hand over his wayward mouth and his face flushed with renewed vengeance. This wasn't going right at all. He'd made a fool of himself in the first thirty seconds of this date and that seemed to have set the tone for the evening. He'd wanted this evening to be perfect, special. It appeared the fates were conspiring against him though and he was certain they were around somewhere laughing at him. Heero said nothing but instead reached for another shrimp, trailing it lazily through the sauce before bringing it to his lips. The tip of his toungue slid out to touch at the sauce in a tasting gesture. Duo watched in rapt fascination as Heero's lips parted and the shrimp was enveloped slowly, sensually. Heero caught Duo's eyes as his tongue reappeared to pick up a few traces of sauce that were left on his mouth.

Duo now felt the flush spread across the rest of his body, a rushing of blood that whirled through his system to pool in deep throbbing beats. It seemed almost deliberate, was it possible that it was? At this point Duo was not going to take anything for granted. He watched and waited for Heero's next move. Heero did it again, with even more obvious sensuality if that was possible. Duo's entire attention was now on Heero's mouth and he could almost feel those lips on him. He became mesmerized by a tiny dot of sauce on the corner of Heero's mouth. Dreamlike, he leaned forward, moving ever closer as his senses filled with the scent of Heero, the heat of his body, the sound of his quickened breathing. Duo reached his goal, how own tongue sliding out to take one delicate lick at the sauce on Heero's mouth. He leaned back just as slowly and they stared at each other, frozen for a moment.

In the same instant they moved, swiftly, crashing together in a thud of chest to chest and a mashing of lips on lips. Hands rose to bury themselves in hair as a frenzy of kisses was exhanged and they fell to the pillows to wrestle bodily even as their tongues warred in a twisting dance. Buttons popped and were sent in a pinging ricochet about the room as flesh was exposed to touch and teeth. The room filled with sound, the rush of harsh breathing, the exhalation of soft moans, the tearing of cloth and the rasp of zippers as the age old struggle to remove jeans quickly ensued. Skin slid along skin and a twitching erection was swallowed by a hot mouth.

Duo cried out, loudly, his back arching and his hips lifting. He managed to pry an eye open to look along his body. The sight almost undid him. Heero's dark head was between his legs and he could see that incredible mouth as it sucked him in. He reached out with a shaking hand to thread fingers in Heero's hair as he gasped and moaned out whatever words happened to spill from his lips.

"Ohhhh... ahhhh... now I know... ahhhh jesus Heero... that's... now I know what that shrimp felt like... aaaaahhh... christ..."

Heero lifted his head on a smirk, eyeing Duo's considerable erection.

"Shrimp? I'd say it's more of a prawn."

With that he returned to his ministrations while Duo was caught on a gasp and a laugh, his body shaking with the effort of expressing both simultaneously. In the end it was the moans that won, Heero's mouth pulled at him till he felt the gathering within, the twisting coil of impending orgasm.

"Oh... god... Heero... I'm... yessss... ahhhh... I'm... I'm... ooooohhhh.... "

Duo shuddered, lifted and jerked as he emptied himself into Heero's mouth. He fell back to the pillows, replete for the moment. Heero drew every last ounce of Duo's essence into his mouth before crawling up Duo's body to press their lips together and share in the bitter salt of completion. Incredibly, Duo felt himself stirring again as he savoured the taste of himself, Heero and cocktail sauce all blending into one unique lusty flavour. As the kiss deepened further Duo began lifting himself to rub against Heero's sorely neglected erection. Heero groaned deep in his chest and lifted his head to look at Duo with wild eyes.

"Duo... I need... do you have...?"

Duo reached out to grope around under the table, lifting a hidden bottle of lotion with a triumphant flourish. Heero took the bottle and flipped the cap to pour a generous amount onto his fingers. He lifted Duo's knees high and wide as his fingers sought and found. A single fingertip swirled slickly before sliding carefully within. Duo moaned and his head fell back, his hands grasping at his knees to pull them back further, exposing himself completely to Heero's touch. Heero allowed himself to be guided by Duo's reactions, at times sliding, at times resting before adding another finger in a continual gentle stretch.

"Are you ready Duo? I'm not sure how much longer I can hold out here."

Duo was lost in the sensations but managed to singal his readiness with a gasped out affirmation. Heero swiftly poured a double helping of the lotion into his palm and smeared it along the length of his erection. Duo held tight to his own knees, allowing Heero to concentrate on his target. A nudge, a small push, resistance. Another nudge, another push and the resistance lessened. Heero then slid inside Duo with a suddeness that made them both start. They stared at each other in stupefaction as they realized just who was who and who was doing what to whom.

Muscles twitched and the spell was broken in a flurry of thrusts and counterpoint hip raises. Moans, cries and gasps slid up the registers along with the distinct slapping of hips to buttocks. The pressure and the pleasure consumed them both, their faces twisting in the rictus of ecstasy. All too soon the peak was scaled and they hurled themselves off the edge together in wordless screams of rapture.

Heero collapsed on Duo, panting as he slowly fell from the heights. He shifted to raise himself on one elbow, brushing errant strands of hair from Duo's forehead. They were quiet as their breathing returned to normal, their hands driting over each other. Heero finally broke the silence, glancing down at Duo with a spark of humour in his eyes.

"So Duo, what else did you have planned for the evening?"

Duo grinned.

"Well I rented a movie, it'd be nice to cuddle naked and see how much of it we actually see."

"What movie?"

"It's an old one. About a guy who gets sucked into his computer and falls in love with a person made out of bytes. You'd love it. It's called Tron"

"Ha ha very funny. I don't spend *that* much time on my computer."

Duo responded with a teasing grin then laughed as Heero poked him in the side with a tickling finger. Heero shifted and gasped as he slid from within Duo's depths. He glanced down at them both before planting a wet smacking kiss on Duo's mouth and rising gracefully.

"I'll grab a couple of wash cloths while you get the movie set up. Which way to the bathroom?"

"Second door to the left, grab the real lube while you're in there will you? It's under the sink."

Heero grinned and saluted, turning sharply on one heel and heading down the hall. Duo lay back for a moment, basking in the remnants of afterglow and grinning to himself in disbelief. This evening had started out so bizarrely but now things were... perfect. He rolled over and crawled over to grab the remote from the vidscreen. Suddenly there was a resounding crash and the sound of a body hitting the floor along with what appeared to be a hair dryer and a plastic bathroom cup. Before he could move or call out Heero's voice sounded out from the bathroom.

"Duo? I think I found your basketball."

_owari_

SteelSong
06/2001

oi... don't ask me what that was... I have no idea... *wanders off shaking head*