A lock of hair

Disclaimer: none of these boys are mine. I am not their mother.
Rating: NC-17. Lemon
Pairing: 6x2. Implied 4x3
Warning: two persons of the male gender doing it. With each other. Don’t like? Don’t read. Sort of PWP, although I couldn’t avoid some sort of plot. Sorry.
Probably a bit OOC.
Yes, I check for any spelling mistakes, but I am not a native writer of English. Sorry for any mistakes.


A lock of hair

By Sophia Moon

I
It had not even been a challenge, a real challenge. They were talking to Duo Maxwell, the one who could get in and out of buildings so heavily secured even the legal owners had trouble entering without being questioned by some overzealous guard. Strictly speaking it was kind of insulting even. But he was not the kind of person to hold a grudge against friends. It was a game after all. A game he had entered willingly, with the full confidence of winning. A game he had lost fair and square. He had only himself to blame. He could have known that Trowa turned out to be one of the best poker players.

So there he was, breaking into a small seaside house. The plaything of the children of a wealthy family. He was quite sure there would be no security system of any kind. After all, it had never been used in any official capacity. By pure coincidence he had heard that Zechs would be in the house during the weekend. Alone. The gundam pilots had ignored the fact. After all, what Zechs did in his free time was non of their business.

Unless… some bigmouthed baka challenged the others that he was such a kick ass poker player that they could let him do anything they wanted if they could beat him at his own game.

The challenge after he had lost was so simple he had stared at Trowa for at least a full minute without saying a word.

“Get a lock of hair from Zechs Merquise.”

Quatre giggled, Heero almost smiled, Wufei was no-where to be seen.

Before he got on his bike he had even asked if Trowa was sure he didn’t want him to give Zechs a close crop. But no, one lock would be sufficient. The question was understood as a joke, just like Duo had intended it to be.

He was pretty sure the Oz officer was asleep. There were no lights on in the house and all was quiet. So he simply had to find the bedroom, which should not be a problem since the house had only a few rooms, and settle this debt of honor.

For some reason Zechs had not closed the curtains, so the moon had every chance to shine on the sleeping figure. Because sure enough, the man was deep asleep. Deep and easy breathing, some soft sounds of an interesting dream. A very interesting dream…

Duo couldn’t help but smirk. There would be the name of some female. No, not of some female, of a certain female. Poor sucker. Time off, a nice little house, moonlight and she was on some, without a doubt, important duty for the general.

Slowly moving he approached the bed. Maybe that was his secret as a master in stealth operations: being very, very slow were it counted the most. He was now near enough to take what he needed. Then, and only then, did he really look at the sleeping figure. At first simply because he had come to take a lock of his hair, not to stab him, if only by accident, in his neck.

After the first look he could not help himself anymore. He had to look. Enthralled by the beauty of this adversary, this enemy, he envied the moon for watching him so much longer than he would ever have the chance. He envied the woman that lived in his dreams. Why would a human being of such beauty hide behind a mask? What shame, what guilt was big enough to overpower the immense pleasure he would give to the world by simply showing his face?

Duo knew he had not only lost the bet, he could not pay the price Trowa asked of him. To take his pocketknife and cut through the silvery river was no longer conceivable. So there was nothing more to do, then to turn around and go home.

No reason to stand at the bed, no reason to stare at the sleeping man and certainly no reason to touch him. Let him sleep and dream his dreams of whatever his girl is doing to him. Must be some pretty wild things, if the slight, but unmistakable, movement of his hips could be interpreted as such.

The hair. He could just touch the hair. No harm in that. Touch the hair and Duo would be on his way before Zechs even realized he had a visitor. Such pretty hair. Like a river of silk. Such a pretty man. Though pretty was, strictly speaking, not a word one should apply to a man, a warrior.

What colors would his eyes be?

Just his hair. Duo was just touching his hair. Nothing more. Well, maybe, for a second his face. Just for a second, with just this one finger. Nothing more, mind you. So the electricity he felt in his body must have been the result of a vivid imagination. That was really all. Honest to God.

And he wasn’t kissing him. Why would anyone think he was brushing his lips past the forehead? He didn’t feel anything, certainly not the slight tickle of silk.
So the stirring in his groin was just a coincidence. He was a young man, a walking bomb full of hormones just waiting to go off. Had nothing to do with the sleeping man on the bed.

He would turn around, walk out of this room, out of this house, ride home, go to his room and wank. Not thinking about the sleeping man when he did it. No flowing river of silver around him, no sweet lips, no muscles and skin and sweat and firm ass and capable hands and…

He would jerk off and think of nothing at all.

See, he already was thinking of nothing at all.


II
The hand on his arm did startle him, of course. But not enough to make him running for the door.

Zechs had blue eyes. He could have known.

“You’re not going to ask what I’m doing here?” Duo ask, if only to break the silence.

“If it makes you happy. You see, I like to make pretty boys happy.” Zechs smiled almost innocent, but his hand stayed firmly on Duo’s arm. Surely he was not as strong as Heero, but still strong enough to seriously hurt the Deathscyte pilot.

“Does it matter? Would you believe me if I told you it was some kind of joke.”

“Would you believe me if I told you I have been your age? I could teach you a thing or two about stupid bets.” Zechs pulled Duo on the bed. “Sit down. You know, for a moment I thought you was one of my lovers. I hoped you was one of my lovers.”

“Lovers, as in more than one? Miss Noin accepts you have other girls beside her?” Duo sounded almost prissy and he knew it.

“What?” If Zechs faked surprise about what Duo considered a maybe impertinent, but still logical question, he certainly managed to hide it well.

“Just asking.” Duo shrugged. Zechs was right, it was none of his business.

“She is my dear friend, and therefore she wants me to be happy. And believe me, bishonen, I am as happy as possible for a man in my position.”

Duo couldn’t help himself, but the fact that this extremely handsome man called him bishonen made him blush. The hand on his arm suddenly felt almost scorching. He was experienced enough to recognize the tell tale sighs. The heightened senses, like his eyes and ears and nose were preparing for a overflow of impressions, his breathing that went just a little bit faster, the tightening of his groin. It was the only logical reaction, being young, almost daily in danger of loosing his life and, above all, sitting on a bed with a man who would take away anyone’s breath.

But in no way could he have been prepared for the softness of lips, for the coaxing into opening his mouth, for the sweet plundering. If it had been depending on his ability to think, nothing much would have come of it. But luckily his arms were wise enough to throw themselves around the neck of the bold kisser. A gesture that somehow lacked in refinement, but at least made it clear without a doubt, that whatever the owner was pondering, the body had made its decision.

Zechs stopped kissing his mouth, but before Duo could protest, the same lips were pressed against his throat, nibbling on the sensitive flesh. He gasped as much because of the almost knowledge he was dreaming some lovely, but utterly stupid and impossible dream, as from the feeling that all felt so wonderfully real. His mind might have been confused, to his body it was all perfectly clear. Sometimes life is just about enjoying the miracle of the unexpected first and perhaps ask the remaining questions later.

“You’re trying to seduce me,” he stated in an almost matter of fact way.

“A delightful creature unexpectedly grants me a visit in my bedroom in the middle of the night. I know I am blond, but do I look that stupid to you?” Zechs removed the tie from Duo’s braid. “Will you do me the honor and grace my humble bed for what is left of this night?”

Duo all but snapped at the man. No one ever was allowed to touch his braid. To be honest, no one had ever tried to touch his braid in such loving, seductive manner. When he was young, or better even younger than he was at the moment, they had tried to cut it off, pulled at it countless times, mostly to tease, a few times during hurried sex , searched between the strands for lice. But no one had ever touched it like a lover. So his habitual “don’t touch the braid,” somehow left his mouth as a soft moan of consent.

Still, there was some hesitation. His mind maybe was in a haze, but he clearly recalled Zechs talking about his lovers, only moments ago. Why would Zechs try to bed a fifteen year old boy if he could call at least two, without a doubt lovely women, his own? Was he meant to be some kind of kink, like the handcuffs Quatre sometimes used on Trowa? (yeah, so he once had forgotten to knock. But Christ, it had been the middle of the day…) Was he some weird fantasy, something the ladies would giggle at when Zechs told them about it?

It had haunted his dreams, his good dreams, for weeks: the sight of a naked Trowa, chained spread-eagled to the narrow, chaste bed that was clearly meant for sleep only, and a equally naked Quatre. Innocent face, but his small hand fisting a very aroused cock.

And Heero raising one questioning eyebrow when he finally managed to drag himself away from the scene.

Why was he having those thoughts? Why did he have them in the middle of trying to say to Zechs that he didn’t liked to be used as fuel for his kinky games with his female lovers?

“You look like something is confusing you, dear boy. Am I doing something you’d rather prefer I did not?” Zechs voice was calm and friendly, but Duo felt he somehow was being made into a fool. “You have a lover, no, you have lovers. As in more than one. What am I, some trophy to show off to the girls?”

“Now I am the one to be confused. If I am supposed to be such a lover of women, why would I try to seduce you?” Zechs hands never stopped unbraiding Duo’s hair for one moment while he answered the boys question with another question.

Duo didn’t have the answer. He only knew he wanted Zechs, but he also wanted Trowa and Quatre. And he was absolutely sure he wanted them together. But he wasn’t sure this was what he really needed. He needed and wanted what they had. But did this mean he wanted them? The awareness of the ongoing, and yet shockingly new feelings could not be processed by his already lust hazed mind. So he sat on the bed, unmoving, simply waiting for the man to do anything.

“So many thoughts. Tomorrow you will have all the time to think about what happened. He was my first lover, from when I was almost too young to know about the fire in me. He still is my lover. Even now a creature of strong mind and equally strong beauty has so unexpectedly found a way to his bed and his heart.”

“So you are jealous. Why are you not honest with me?” Duo was afraid, but he didn’t have the courage to face his biggest fear. Why all this? Couldn’t they just have sex, so he could go back to the safehouse and never tell Trowa and Quatre what a danger he had posed, if only for a fleeting moment, to their love.

“One time I was a bit late for our all too scarce evenings together. I saw them. On the bed. They were talking, both fully clothed. It was the only time I truly felt left out, because I knew there was a space I could not enter, as much as they both maybe wanted me to be with them.” Zechs kissed the intruder of his sleep like he would kiss a dear relative. “Tell them how you feel. It is up to them to give you their answer. Don’t take that away from them. Or is it someone else you need to tell about your thoughts and your feelings?”

Duo stared at the man who so casually revealed the secret he had hidden for so long from himself. How could someone, who was in fact a stranger, know so much about him? Just a few remarks, some questions was all it took to have his heart out in the open.

“But tell me, sweet boy, will talk be all the memory we’ll have of each other?” Zechs kissed him once again. And it was definitely not the kiss of a brother.


III
Duo answered the kiss with an enthusiasm that was, at first, partly motivated by the wish to stop the disturbing thoughts in his head. But soon it was all about lust and want and need. He couldn’t claim total ignorance when it came to sexual matters, but to say he was experienced would stretch the meaning of the word a bit too far, so he was content to follow his bedmate’s lead.

And Zechs seemed more than pleased to learn the boy a thing or two before sending him out into the world again. Showing him how a body could blossom under the hands of a skilled lover. But also learning him that no casual meeting, however great the thrill, could be anything more than a mere shadow of love.

But oh, the way he touched the boy, the way his hands made their journey over skin and cloths, and then over skin only. Duo couldn’t help but tremble. So long ago and never in this manner. The shy touch of the boy he lost his virginity to. Nice remembrance, but not as important as he was sure of at that time. The rough, but not totally unwanted, touch of a mix of slightly older (or sometimes much older) sexual partners before he became a Gundam pilot.

This was a lovers touch. A mans touch. Firm, purposeful and without any trace of hesitation. Honoring Duo for the soldier he was, yet full of awe because the beauty of youth was as fleeting as the beauty of the cherry blossom. And this night should, for all the magic that so unexpectedly graced both men with a miracle, be just as fleeting.

Duo wanted to return the touches and kisses. Out of fairness, but just as much because it was simply the most natural thing to do. To feel strength under his hands, to admire hair of exceptional quality with his fingers: he only showed his utter human nature by stretching out his hands. But Zechs stopped him. “Please, bishonen, indulge me. Let me love you the way I think you deserve. I promise you to respect your decision if and when to stop and not to hurt you, and certainly not to bring you pain any further than you yourself find acceptable.”

Strangely enough the word pain made Duo shudder in delightful anticipation. He knew, if only from the sounds that now and again came from the bedroom of his friends, that sometimes the highest form of pleasure comes from a controlled amount of discomfort. And even the not so slight pain of his first sexual encounter was an unmistakable part of the pleasure, without diminishing anything of the fond memory.

So it was in full trust that he lifted his hips a little in order to give Zechs room for a pillow, that was placed carefully under him. The moment his lover knelt between his spread legs, he knew how clever this simple act really was.
Duo had no problem imagining how he looked in the eyes of the man who towered above him. Legs wide apart, feet firm on the bed, flushed face, nipples stiffened to little peaks and an erection that probably hurts just by looking at it.
Yes, he was ready.

And oh how could he not look at Zechs? Stretches of perfect cream skin over perfectly formed muscles, a face that could indeed be called pretty without taking any of the unmistakable maleness, the hair that surely was made of spun moonlight and a cock that lacked neither in size or comeliness.
Oh yes, he was as ready as he’d ever be.

Zechs loved to tease his lovers when he knew them well enough to know how to do it with maximum effect. With this boy, however, teasing would be a waste of all too precious time. So easy to imagine: the sheer beauty of seeing him bound, even gagged maybe, eyes wide open in a mixture of lust and trust… If he spend another second without the taste of him, some minor but still very unpleasant incident would happen. Better to lick some of the drops that formed out of the slit, better still to take as much in his mouth as he could manage in one swallow.

Duo arched up from the bed. He was strung as a bow, helpless inside this suddenly awkward body as if it no longer belonged to himself. Thrusting up into the scorching throat, not caring about the man and his need to breath. Hell, he had trouble enough to keep breathing himself. He produced some sobbing, mewling sounds that would have made him giggle, had he been coherent enough to have any kind of thought, be it rational or not. The facts being as they were, he was lucky enough not to pass out altogether. But still, he came pretty close when his vision became a white blur and his toes and fingers became the claws of a beast that would kill anything in sight.

He was shaken, but he was safe. Strong arms held him, a kind voice whispered endearments in his ears. Zechs smiled and kissed him, and Duo realized it was the first time he tasted himself through the mouth of another man. It made him curious at what the man himself tasted like. So he asked if he could try.

Zechs smile even broadened and dipped two of his own fingers in the puddle of pre-come. Duo felt almost uncomfortable, knowing his own pleasure had done nothing for his lover. But still he accepted the fingers in his mouth, sucked it like he was starving. And maybe, in some strange way, he was indeed hungry for something, anything. Something that had to do with the war, and with what was between Trowa and Quatre, and maybe most of all, so deep down inside he couldn’t touch it, with Heero. Need made him moan around the elegant, long fingers. It was incredible, the feeling of fingers in his mouth, but it was not nearly enough. He needed more. Something more, or even something different. If he knew what it was, he could have asked for it, but he truly had no idea. Of all the possibilities, of all the things he could ask for and thus of all the things he would never know with this lover: how could he choose?

Maybe in the end the answer was as simple as the question.

Again Zechs knelt between his legs. For a second Duo wanted to protest. This was not fair. He should be pleasuring Zechs, not the other way around. The man had given him a taste and he wanted more of it. A bit of salt, a slight bitterness: it wasn’t even that good to the taste. But he wanted it nonetheless.

“Please…”

Zechs moved somewhat forwards. The head of his cock touched Duo’s lips. Only just. But it was enough to give him another taste. The boy licked, aware of the almost obscene vision of a body in full lust hovering above him. Cock moving in blood rhythm against his tongue. Tentative his fingers stroked the heavy sac.

Zechs all but leaned into the magic touch of tongue and fingers. And withdrew himself totally. Duo almost bemoaned his loss.

“You are such a temptation.” Zechs touched Duo’s face soothingly. “If we had time…Such a sweet little mouth.” For a moment he seemed to contemplate the choice he already made, then he simply asked: “Show me your delectable ass. Please, let me know how much you want me.”

Without even hesitating a second Duo opened his legs as wide as he could, his feet still firmly on the bed.

“Thank you so much, beautiful one.” Carefully Zechs closed his hands around Duo’s slender ankles and lifted and opened the legs until the boys knees almost touched the sides of his head. It would have been downright uncomfortable if it wasn’t for the cleverly placed pillows.

Duo was very sure of what was going to happen and he welcomed it. So the surprise for a moment was overwhelming the pleasure when Zechs traced the crack of the boy’s buttocks with his tongue. Teasing the entrance, seducing it to relax with slow, deliberate touches. Perfect preparation for what was clearly going to happen, but so unbelievable good in itself. Pleasure shuddered through Duo’s body. He was at a lost of what to think, what to say, what to feel even, and he no longer cared. Zechs took good care of him, all other matters where of no consequence. He moaned softly when the tip of the tongue of his lover finally entered him. The tongue left to lap the tip of his erect cock, returned to tease his anus, left again to trail the hypersensitive skin between anus and testicles, returned once again to prepare him for the entering of something quite large.

Because even in a haze of lust and want and need Duo vaguely became aware of the fact that Zechs clearly was blessed well above average. Not only in length, as was to be expected with someone of his height, but, and that made the elaborate preparations not only a pleasure but plainly necessary, also in girth. As much as he wanted to scream he needed to be fucked fast and hard and without any more delays, and to hell with pain and not being able to sit for the rest of the week, something deep down inside of him was very grateful for the care Zechs took.

By the time Zechs deemed him ready, he was indeed ready. Quickly the man lubed his cock. But instead of doing what Duo expected, he gently lowered the boys feet unto the bed. He was still kneeling between the widespread legs, his throbbing cock in his right hand: a man ready to fuck his beloved.

“Present me your backside.” The voice gentle, but the words could not be interpreted as a request.

So Duo did as he was ordered. He knelt down, his back to Zechs, his hands on the bed. He wanted to say something, but he was not sure what. He could almost grin about his own silence, knowing very well this was one of the very few moments he was truly lost for words. Words that maybe weren’t all that necessary if he came to think of it. A not too gentle smack on his buttocks brought him back.

“Lovely, but not good enough. Shoulders to the mattress, legs as wide apart as you can manage without falling over.”

Duo discovered that by doing this he presented his ass in a blatant manner, that left very little room for dual interpretation. But he didn’t have much time to contemplate about how shy and horny and strange and at the same time safe he felt. The bed shifted slightly, a body brushed his and without any further warning he was being entered. In one smooth, slow thrust he was filled with something that felt hot and very, very large, but did not hurt in the least. Zechs had been right: preparation was everything.

It felt good and right being on this bed, being taken by such beautiful, forceful lover. But somehow he felt a slight frustration, as if paradise was in sight and he was not yet able to reach it. Until Zechs moved, and brushed against something that made Duo all but scream. And when Zechs moved again, he realized he was making more noise then ever before during any sexual act.

Even with his limited experience and his clouded, screaming mind he had to admire the self-restraint with which Zechs drove into him. No matter how much he must have craved for release himself, the man showed who was master.

Steady rhythm, pushing him to the edge. Duo almost hurt from the massive length pounding into him. And the near pain somehow made him beg for more. More force, more violence almost.

And at last he saw the truth about himself.

“Heero…”

Duo all but cried in shame. Zechs had not done anything to deserve this. No one could possibly deserve this. So he waited for the man to push him away in disgust and anger. But the arms who pulled him up were gentle. Carefully, because he was still fully impaled on the iron hard length, he was turned until he could rest his head against a welcoming shoulder.

“Heero is one of the most fortunate men in the world because he is being loved by someone as beautiful as you. Don’t you think he has the right to know?”

Duo trusted the gentleness of the voice, but still felt too ashamed to show his face. So he sniffled his tears away and squeaked: “I guess so.” He moved a little and by doing so he realized that Zechs need was yet to be fulfilled.

“I know you can not do me the honor of giving me your heart…”Zechs started.

“Please use my body in any way or manner you want.” Yes there was guilt and shame when Duo said the words, but far more affection. This was his gift to a great warrior and an admirable lover.

Zechs lifted the boys chin with three of his fingers. For a moment he just looked into the brightly colored eyes. “I promise you that I will take what I want from you. Not a thing more. Not a thing less.”

Duo nodded. He was very tired and sleepy, but not willing to break his promise. And he knew, as well as Zechs, that there never would be another night for them to spend together. Parting was without regret or sorrow for both of them. But both wished a perfect memory for the other. Not of love, that word didn’t even cross their minds. Not even of friendship. Of lust, certainly, of respect and the acknowledgement that some ships do indeed pass in the night.

Zechs erection had somewhat wilted so he could withdraw from Duo without causing him any discomfort. He chuckled at the somewhat bewildered face of the boy. “Don’t worry, I have plenty of use for that sweet little ass.” Without any ceremony he took a corner of the sheet, that had come undone, to clean Duo and himself from the drying, sticky cum. “I don’t feel like itching.”

Duo watched him dreamily. Half asleep after two orgasms he followed the movements of Zechs with benign distance. He longed for the man to take whatever pleasure he wished for from his body, but he was simply too tired to do more than show his consent and willingness. Still, he opened his legs a little more and cupped his hand against his own soft cock. A gesture of contentment and almost of feeling at home. But oh, to know that it could be Heero’s hand if he had the courage to say just three words.

A gentle hand brushed his left cheek. Almost out of instinct he opened his mouth to give the thumb access when it touched his lips. The non-consequential gesture somehow re-awaked his interest, if only on a modest scale, and the softened flesh beneath his fingers stirred slowly into some kind of attention.

“Greedy little man,” Zechs teased. But before Duo could say anything to his defense, something like any man would react the same in the presence of such beauty, the thumb was taken from his mouth and replaced by something altogether else. Slowly, unobtrusive the bitter sweetness of flesh and musk filled the cavity of his mouth and then, inch after inch, his throat. Somehow Duo knew Zechs didn’t ask of him to take any action. So he stayed still, motionless, letting his throat getting fucked. Tears he didn’t quite understand in the corners of his eyes, his body limp in acceptance.

Zechs moaned, his body shuddered, but still he didn’t come. “In your ass, bishonen. Let me use your sweet ass one last time.”

His legs around the hard, muscled body. His heart overflowing with pride. Duo looked the man in the eyes while he was being taken hard and fast. No longer the restraint master of his own need, Zechs finally was able to let go of the last threat of control. Almost angry because he couldn’t get deeper, he grabbed the legs and shoved them roughly towards Duo’s body until nothing but the boy’s shoulders and head rested on the pillow, his legs spread impossibly wide, his ass high and totally available.

Zechs slammed with shameless aggression into the lithe boy. Time and again. Snapping hips, iron hard body trying to push the boy even further back, the much smaller and lighter body open to any attack. He was spitting out obscenities, until he was no longer able to use any coherent language and could only groan like a beast. Yanking at the boys hair simply because he needed something to hold to. The little yelps of pain didn’t register. However short the moment: he no longer cared about anything or anyone.

Duo didn’t close his eyes to the ugliness and the violence of a man in sexual frenzy. The blind need to copulate and spawn, no matter the consequences had overtaken the man who truly used the body of his mate without any regard to his needs or well-being. It was a truly awe-inspiring, terrifying sight to behold.


IV
What could be said between them? Zechs showed Duo the bathroom were he could clean himself enough to take the trip back to the safehouse. He didn’t help the boy to braid his hair. Such an intimate act was reserved for some one else.
Still, he laid his hand on the boys head as he way to thank him. And Duo leaned into him one more time. He belonged with another man, but he knew he would never regret this strange, unexpected night.

“Have you taken what you came from? I would not want you to lose your bet, or whatever joke you were playing,” Zechs chuckled.

“I couldn’t. Not after…” Duo blushed, although he didn’t quite understand why.
But Zechs insisted and so he took out his small, razor sharp knife. “They asked me to bring a lock of your hair.”

Zechs smiled and took the knife from his hand. He separated a string of the moonlight colored hair and used the blade with one smooth movement.

Duo almost cringed, he knew how he would feel if someone used a knife on his braid. And the same time he also realised he would do the same for Zechs. He would fight him in a battle situation without a second thought, but the moment the warrior would come to him with the request for a personal favor he would not easily refuse. Although one thing would never be asked of him again by Zechs, because both knew what the answer would be.

On his bike, on his way home, he hummed a little song. Watch out, spandex boy, the braided baka is coming to get you.