And All That Jazz

Peek-a-boo, I See You!
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Author : Presser
Archive : http://crimson.gwyaoi.com/beyondforever/Guest_Fanfiction/presser/presser.html
Pairings : 1x2, , 2x1, implied 2x5
Disclaimer : Gundam Wing characters aren’t mine
Rating : NC-17
Warnings : AU, sapness, fluff
Feedback : Yes, please!
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As Heero Yuy entered his one-room apartmabouabout the jazz club, he found Duo Maxwell sitting in the middle of his clothes on Heero’s hide-a-bed sofa. The braided boy’s pants and shorts were around his ankles, and his black silk shirt was gathered around his wrists.

\"Heero! You’re back!\" Duo jumped up from the sofa and ran toward Heero to embrace him. His first step reminded him that his pants and black silk boxers were down to his ankles. Duo jerked his head down in surprise, as though he had no idea how his clothes got this way, and promptly began falling forward. Heero bounded across the small room to catch Duo before he hit the floor.

\"Koi! What’s the rush?\" Heero cradled his lover in his arms, then moved him back to the sofa. \"You’re all hot and flushed.\" A slight frown crossed Heero Yuy’s lips. \"You haven’t been playing around without me, have you?\"

Duo’s lavender eyes widened considerably; he blushed deeply. \"Oh, no, Heero, I…\" the boy ducked his head and pulled his reddish-brown braid around the front of his chest; he saw the evidence of his rough sex with Wufei between his legs. \"I mean…well, Heero…heh heh heh…I guess…I…got horny just thinking about the things we did earlier, and I…I…\"

Heero smiled gently. \"Koi, don’t apologize; I find it…charming.\"

\"Really, Heero?\" Duo fumbled with words, thoughts, feelings. \"I…I…guess I’m glad you approve.\"

\"Now, Duo,\" Heero said as he stood, taking off his dinner jacket, \"I’m free. The guests are gone; the club’s closed for the night. I’m yours.\"

Duo stiffened, his smile frozen in place.

\"You okay, koi?\" Heero said.

\"Oh, yeah, Heero, better than okay; I’m with /you/ now, right?\"

\"Right,\" Heero said quietly. He couldn’t get the series of strange events this evening out of his mind: Trowa and Quatre having sex in the office at his bedroom door – usually Trowa didn’t go in for that kind of thing (1); Wufei’s sudden disappearance without saying goodbye; Quatre servicing Trowa under the table at the beginning of his last set just an hour ago downstairs in the club (2); and now Duo seeming skittish….

Duo picked up on the hesitation in Heero’s tone of voice, and remembered Wufei. His friend and former lover had dived behind the sofa, squeezing into the too-small space just moments before Heero had opened the door to his one-room apartment. \"Thank the gods for Quatre and Trowa!\" Duo thought to himself. \"If they hadn’t warned us, Heero would’ve walked in on Fei-chan and me right in the middle of…\"

\"Fuck!\" Heero frowned.

Duo almost jumped off the couch as Heero seemed to have read his mind and completed his thought. \"Heero! I…it wasn’t like…\"

\"Hang on, Duo; I’ve got one more thing to do. I just remembered that I didn’t turn off the amp for the Roland downstairs. It’ll fry if I don’t cut the power. Be right back, love.\"

Heero turned and moved to the door; Duo held back a sigh of relief. He put his right hand over the back of the sofa, then jerked it back as Heero spun around halfway through the door. \"Don’t move, Duo; when I get back, I’m gonna have to punish you for getting yourself all worked up without me around to enjoy it!\" Heero turned back to the office and moved to the stairs, the apartment door wide open.

As soon as Heero disappeared down the stairs, Duo jumped to his knees and leaned over the couch. He swatted Wufei’s head and hissed at him: \"Wufei! Yank up your knickers and get the hell out of here!\"

\"Hey! I’m not the one who started things, Duo! As I recall…\"

\"There’s no time to recall anything, you idiot! Heero will be back any moment!\" Duo grabbed his friend’s ebony ponytail and pulled. Wufei snapped up to his knees, his muscular chest falling against the back of the sofa.

\"Hey! Ow! Let go!\" Wufei scowled at Duo.

\"Don’t you get it? We’re both gonna be charbroiled well done in about six seconds if you don’t…\" Both boys froze; they could hear Heero at the top of the stairs.

\"Duo, I hope you’re ready to stay busy for the rest of the night; I’ve decided how to punish you for your solo foreplay!\" Heero walked into the office, pausing before he got to his apartment’s door. \"I think I can torture you into submission with this!\"

Duo shoved Wufei’s head back down behind the sofa. He turned to the door and fell back onto the couch as Heero…didn’t appear. Duo’s eyes grew wide as he saw a long, multi-colored feather at the top of the doorjamb. Heero had taken a large peacock feather from the floral arrangement on the headwaiter’s station by the kitchen. The plume wiggled a bit, then slowly trailed down the side of the door. It paused midway, then slowly advanced into the room. At the other end of the feather was Heero’s arm, then his shoulder, then a dark tousled mop of chocolate hair. Heero peeked out from the side of the door. He had removed his shirt and was ready to play, wearing only his dress pants.

\"Heero!\" Duo gulped. \"Where are your shoes, your socks? What about the door?\"

\"It’s locked, lover; and I’ve got the only key. Just lay back; I’m going to enjoy driving you insane for the next four hours.\"

* * *

Wufei gulped silently and tucked his head down as low as possible behind the hide-a-bed couch. It occurred to him that pulling up his shorts and pants would be a good idea, but he had trouble figuring out how to do that in the cramped space he was in.

Heero Yuy stood in the doorway between his office and apartment upstairs at Le Jazz, the club he owned and starred at five nights a week. He was wearing dress pants and nothing else. His muscular torso glistened a bit due to the run up the stairs – and his escalating passion inspired by the beautiful Duo Maxwell, sprawled on his sofa, wearing clothes only at his extremities: black silk shirt held on only by the cuffs at the boy’s wrists; boxers and chinos gathered at his ankles.

Duo surveyed the handsome man before him: bare feet spread apart, tux pants hugging athletic calves and thighs, the catch pulled loose, exposing a delicate trail of mahogany curls descending from navel into darkness; finely sculpted abs, pecs, arms, one with fist on hip, the other brandishing a large peacock feather; an exquisite neck, smooth, supple, topped by a face that was both severe and tender; cobalt eyes brimming with smoldering lust; dark chocolate, in the form of soft locks sweeping across his forehead.

For a moment there was only the two of them, lost in each other’s eyes.

Duo spoke tentatively. \"Heero, what are you going to do with /that/?\"

\"Why don’t you just lay back, close your eyes, and find out?\"

\"You aren’t gonna forbid me to use my hands, are you?\"

Of course not; I’m going to tie them up so you won’t be tempted.\"

Duo’s mouth dropped open, his eyes widened. Behind the sofa Wufei started to snicker, then caught himself before much of a sound escaped his lips.

\"How’d you do that?\" Heero asked.

\"Do what, Heero?\" Duo’s face belied any trace of humor, yet Heero had definitely heard the beginning of a laugh cut short.

\"Never mind, koi; just lean back and do what I say. I have the most exquisite torment in store for you tonight.\"

\"O-okay, Heero.\"

\"Good boy, Duo. Now close your eyes.\"

Duo did.

\"Put your hands over your head.\"

As Duo complied, Heero moved to take one of his bow ties from the back of a chair. He stepped lightly to the couch and tied Duo’s hands together with black silk, holding the peacock feather in his teeth. He tugged twice; satisfied with his work, he stood over Duo, admiring the boy’s developing musculature wrapped in pale cream, fine tawny down tracery adorning his thighs.

Heero let the tip of the peacock feather fall slowly to his koi’s navel, then looked to see if Duo’s eyes were still closed. They were.

Duo’s skin reacted to the touch with cool little ridges of pleasure emanating out from his navel in widening circles. Heero leisurely wrote his name on Duo’s stomach.

\"Gods, Heero! I…\"

\"Not a word, love, not a word. I’ll tell you when you have permission to do anything at all.\"

Duo shut his mouth and whined like a puppy spending his first night away from momma.

Heero continued writing with the tip of the peacock feather, moving up the braided boy’s torso, across his shoulders, down the arms, then moving to the legs. As he worked his way up the inside of Duo’s thighs, the longhaired boy fought back the urge to shiver with tiny squirming motions. Whimpers of exquisite pain stole from his lips.

\"Gods,\" thought Wufei from behind the sofa. \"What in hell is Heero doing to Duo?\" Wufei wanted to see what was happening, but his position was precarious: not only was he mostly naked and wedged between the sofa and wall, but he was all too aware of the fact that he and Duo just barely escaped being discovered by Heero. Duo had been punishing his friend Wufei for holding back the information that Heero was equally in love with Duo -- that is, if you want to call passionate, anal sex punishment. \"Good thing Trowa and Quatre had the idea to stall Heero outside the door by talking too loudly,\" the Chinese boy thought to himself. \"We’d be roast duck by now if they hadn’t.\"

Wufei decided to chance a look. He wriggled his way backwards, pushing gingerly with his feet, just enough to be able to peek out from the far side of the sofa.

Duo shifted slightly in his pleasurable torment just then, his hands tied at the wrists almost popping Wufei on the nose. Wufei pulled back just in time to keep from startling Duo, who appeared to be far above the planet’s surface at the moment.

Wufei looked again. His eyes widened at the sight of Heero Yuy standing over his friend wearing nothing but dress pants and holding a long peacock feather. He was leisurely writing something with the feather’s tip across Duo’s thighs and pelvis with one hand, the other buried in his pants, fondling himself.

\"Gods!\" Wufei thought to himself. \"Duo’s never gonna last the night.\"

Suddenly Heero bent over and dragged his hair slowly across the braided boy’s throbbing penis. Duo trembled, fighting hard to keep from gasping. Once, twice, three times, then Heero leaned in and tenderly kissed the bell end of Duo’s cock. Duo’s lips parted; a low moan escaped.

From his cramped hiding place behind the couch, Chang Wufei licked his lips.

Heero took his lover then, languidly enveloping Duo’s cock in the damp heat of his mouth. Slowly he sank and rose across the boy’s full length, but he remained standing, refusing to touch Duo with his hands. Duo’s legs began to quiver; his face contorted in both pain and pleasure.

\"Aaahhh, Heero, Heero!\"

Heero slowly released his lover, dangling his hair over Duo’s balls and cock. \"It’s almost time, Duo; just a little longer.\"

All along his body Duo tensed, relaxed, tensed again. Wufei unconsciously reached for his own member, now pulsing in sympathy with his two friends. He began to massage the tip of his dick with the precum flowing there. He watched as Heero took Duo again, swirling his tongue, lightly dragging his teeth across the longhaired boy’s sensitive pipe.

Heero slid his pants down to the floor, then knelt. While continuing to suck Duo tenderly, Heero traced figure eights across the boy’s belly with one hand as the other found it’s way under the hot sac of flesh at the base of his cock. Heero began gently finger-fucking his friend and new lover.

Wufei began to stroke his now rock-hard penis as his friend Duo escalated to the stars under Heero’s expertise.

Duo was past consciousness now, his mind functioning without language in a super-sensitized, altered state of pleasure and pain. His world shrank until there was only Heero and the white-hot passion in his groin. He was capable of no more than trembling uncontrollably, emitting guttural animal noises from the back of his throat.

When Heero felt the boy’s stomach muscles begin to tense, He stopped moving. Hands and mouth silent in mid-motion, he held Duo at the pinnacle of ecstasy for a moment, then withdrew.

Duo felt as though he had been ripped from the protecting womb of love. \"Heero! Don’t…\"

Heero’s soft whisper in the braided boy’s ear kept him from finishing his thought. As he leaned in and breathed slowly into Duo’s ear, Heero untied his lover’s hands. \"It’s time, Duo. I’m untying your hands. When I call you, you can open your eyes.\"

Wufei swallowed hard. Heero had almost seen him! As Heero turned from Duo, Wufei peered out to see Heero grab a soft bundle of discarded clothes piled beside the couch. He pushed them into the middle of the room, then lay back on them. He grabbed a bottle of lubricant and poked the nipple of it into his anus and squeezed; a sweet, musky odor flowed into the air. Heero dropped the bottle, kicked it away, then hooked his hands behind his knees and drew his legs to his chest.

\"Now, Duo. Open your eyes. Make love to me.\"

Duo shot into a sitting position, wildly looking around to find Heero. He was greeted with the sight of his lover on his back before him, legs spread wide, inviting. Heero’s face was motionless, yet there was energy in his eyes, a pleading with his lover. \"Come to me, koi,\" he telegraphed with his Prussian blues. \"Come and complete me.\"

Duo slipped his pants and shorts off of his feet, then kicked them away. He stood unsteadily, drunk from the passion of Heero’s prolonged touch. His black silk shirt was the only garment he wore now, held to him only at the wrists by the cuffs there. Duo moved slowly to the middle of the room where his lover waited for him. He knelt, looking at Heero with a depth of love unknown to him before this night. His violet eyes seemed both there and far away.

\"Duo! Take me! I want you now!\"

Wufei’s cock, now slick with his essence, throbbed in his hand. The Chinese boy stopped pumping himself to focus completely on what Duo would do.

\"Oh, Heero, you’ve made me so happy tonight!\"

\"Duo! I…\"

Heero’s breath caught as Duo touched his lover. He massaged Heero’s entrance with the fingers of both hands, stretching, probing. With each stroke, he became more agitated.

\"Unnhh, Duo…so good….\"

The boy with the long, silky hair moved his pulsing cock into position, then slowly pushed into the warm, slick channel before him.

Heero trembled.

Wufei’s grip on his own cock tightened involuntarily.

Duo slid into his lover until his balls met Heero’s ass, then he leaned down and kissed Heero. Lips parted, tongues found each other, their passion escalated.

Duo began to move, and Heero trembled again. Slowly Duo retreated, until the tip of his dick was all that was inside Heero. Then he advanced. Slowly out, slowly in. The pleasure both boys felt was excruciating.

Wufei began stroking his cock again, licking his lips.

With each stroke, Duo pressed harder into his koi. Heero closed his eyes, arched his back.

\"Duo, pleas –\"

\"Duo, I can’t take much –\"

\"Duo, I –\"

Every time Heero tried to urge Duo on, the longhaired boy would nudge his prostate. Heero’s brain fogged, language became impossible. Duo wouldn’t speed up, but kept increasing the force with which he slid in and out of his lover. Heero finally gave himself up to the experience. Ethinthing contracted to a single knifepoint, his lover splitting every nerve in his body into equal parts of pain and pleasure.

Stroke after stroke, Duo looked down on his beloved Heero, pleased with the delight he was giving his koi.

Stroke, stroke, stroke.

Heero panted, unable to do more than mindlessly groan.

Finally Duo leaned down to Heero’s ear, and whispered. \"Now, Heero, I’ll show you just how much I love you.\"

With a final stroke Duo leaned in and pressed against Heero’s prostate. He came hard into his lover’s wet heat, pulsing, throbbing. Heero quivered, then screamed.

\"Ahhh, Duo, gods, Duo!\" Heero arched his back once more, squeezing his eyes shut. He spasmed with pleasure. Duo collapsed on Heero’s chest, panting, gently trembling. He grasped for Heero’s hands, entwined their fingers, closed his eyes.

\"Oh, Heero!\"

\"Duo!\"

Wufei had taken this all in with increasing friction applied to his own throbbing member. Moments after his former lover collapsed on Heero’s chest, Wufei came, his sweet boycream spilling over his hand and onto his thigh. He bit his lip, leaned his head back, and closed his eyes tight, attempting to stifle his cry of gratification.

* * *

A knock at the door, softly.

\"Heero? Are you there?\"

Quatre hesitated at the door, unsure of himself.

\"I just wanted to ask if you had seen…\"

\"Come in, Q-chan; the door’s not locked.\"

Quatre slowly opened the door, uncertain of what he would find on the other side. He found Heero lying on the floor, a pile of dirty clothes under him, Duo Maxwell on top of him. Except for the black silk shirt still fastened to Duo’s wrists, neither boy was wearing anything.

\"Oh!\" the delicate blond exclaimed, blushing. \"I didn’t mean to intrude; I was just looking for…\"

\"Wufei?\" Heero finished his friend’s sentence. \"Oh, he’s behind the couch there. Fei-chan!\" Heero spoke with exaggerated merriment. \"Quatre’s looking for you!\"

Quatre drew breath sharply, froze. Duo tensed, looked up to see Heero smirking at him.

\"You /knew/?! How…\" Duo pushed away from Heero, sat on the floor, his face a patchwork of confusion and astonishment.

\"Duo, love, don’t be angry. I saw Wufei leave as I began my last set. He never came down from this apartment. If I had had any doubts about where he was, the little show Quatre and Trowa put on outside my door put them to rest.\"

Quatre blushed deeply as Duo turned to him in amazement. \"Quatre? What were you and Trowa doing?\"

Quatre swallowed hard. \"Trying to protect you and Wufei?\" the young boy squeaked.

\"Hardly!\" Heero laughed, the only one in the room at ease.

\"But H-Heero,\" Duo stammered, \"If you /knew/, then why…why…\"

\"Why did I make love to you with Wufei watching? We’re all friends, Duo; we’ve been through a lot together. If Wufei cared enough to help his former lover get together with me, well, I guess I didn’t mind him enjoying the show /I/ put on.\"

Heero paused; no one moved. \"Fei-chan! Are you going to stay back there forever? Quatre’s waiting for you!\"

There was a rustle of fabric behind the sofa. A very timid Wufei said, \"Um…I’m afraid I need…I need a wet rag to make myself presentable.\"

\"Wufei!\" Duo exclaimed, now at his wit’s end. Heero began to laugh. Quatre’s mouth dropped open.

\"Okay, Fei-chan, one wet rag coming up!\" Heero rose to run warm water over a washcloth. He rung it out, then threw it over the back of the couch. It landed on Wufei’s head.

\"Uh, thanks, Heero.\" The Chinese boy’s voice dripped with embarrassment.

Quatre swallowed hard again, found his voice. \"H-Heero? You’re not mad? I mean, you’re not…\"

\"Q-chan. As I said, we’re all friends, more than friends, in fact. Unless I’m mistaken, Duo and I are the only ones of us five that haven’t consummated our relationship on the physical level – before tonight, that is.\"

Quatre looked away, processing this. A loose ball of dirty clothes sailed into his head, knocking him off balance. \"Heero!\"

\"Lighten up, dear Quatre; it’s really okay. That is, unless it’s not okay with Duo.\"

Wufei stood as he fastened his pants. He reached down for his shirt. Duo looked at Wufei, then Quatre, then Heero.

Duo’s words came rushing out. \"All I know right now is that I love you, Heero, and you’re not mad, and Quatre and Trowa are happy, and I’m sure that Wufei…\"

\"Slowly, koi; take a breath. You’re going to be okay. In fact, we’re all going to be more than okay.\" Heero paused. \"Now, for the second time tonight, don’t two of you have something to do?\" Heero feigned a frown, and was once again rewarded with an instant response. Wufei leaped over the couch and ran for the door. He grabbed Quatre’s hand as he passed him.

\"Hey!\" Quatre said.

\"You came in here looking for me, didn’t you?\" Wufei cried. \"Well, you found me. Let’s go!\"

The boys hurried out of the room. Heero walked to the door and shut it, locking it this time. He turned to Duo, still sitting on his haunches, his mouth wide open.

\"Now, Duo, it occurs to me that you really havenad aad a chance to find out just how I make love when I’m /completely/ alone with my lover, hmm?\"

Duo blinked twice and closed his mouth.
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(1) See \"Table Manners,\" third story in this arc.
(2) See \"Boys Interrupted,\" fourth story in this arc.