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Heero unlocked the door and stepped into the apartment that he shared with Duo. Despite the other man’s bike being parked outside, darkness prevailed in the apartment.
And yet, Heero could tell he wasn’t alone.
The air was charged with something—something fierce, something electric, something borderline deadly . Heero’s hair stood on end, while his blood rushed south. His tongue darted out to wet his suddenly dry lips.
Ah. So Shinigami wanted to play tonight.
Quietly toeing his shoes off, Heero quietly slid into the darkness of the apartment, barely even lit from outside due to the waning moon. He enjoyed these nights—the hunt between two predators trying not to be prey, the catch where neither ever really lost, the feast where both always won.
They were always quite fluid in who topped and who bottomed. However, there were some nights that Duo needed to release the pent up aggression that collected over a period of time, usually after coming back from a mission that was not as satisfying to his itch for violence as he had hoped.
Heero was all too happy to fill that gap.
There was something beautiful about Duo when he was feeling murderous. His moves became more sinuous, his eyes more sharp, his touch more tantalizing, his voice pure sex.
Heero fought back his gasp when that voice brushed over his right ear, but couldn't suppress his shiver at the hot tongue that traced over the shell before blowing a stream of air on it that instantly cooled it down.
”Welcome home, Heero.” The ‘r’ rolled off his tongue in that delicious way that occurred when Duo slipped into his L2 brogue. “¿Estás listo?”
All Heero could do was swallow and nod.
Ten intimate touches to win, and Duo was already one ahead. There was no need to announce the start of the game, as they both knew that it started the moment Heero stepped into the darkened apartment.
They moved into the family room where Duo had already moved the furniture to the edges of the room. While there was barely any light in the room, they could see each other just fine—Heero due to his enhancements, and Duo from his L2 mutation. His eyes reflected the bare amount of light like a cat.
They both sunk into a crouch, slowly circling as they searched each other for a weakness.
Over the course of the next hour, they traded strikes and blows, interspersed with the occasional strokes below and across their bodies. The mix of the adrenaline from their fight with the sporadic touches that promised something more left Heero in a constant state of arousal.
Their score was 9-9 when Heero’s hand suddenly darted out to grab Duo’s braid in the way that only he was allowed, wrapping the cool, heavy length around his hand a few times before using it to pull Duo into a violent kiss full of teeth and tongue.
That made 10.
But that didn’t mean the fight was over.
Just because Duo lost didn’t mean that he was instantly submissive. No, Heero had to either make him submissive, or make him want to be submissive.
For now, though, they allowed themselves a moment to drown in each other and the kiss. Duo had been away for a few weeks on his latest mission, and as much as Duo had pent up aggression to burn, they really did miss each other.
Their kiss turned more languid as Heero used his other hand to pull their lower bodies together and rub their erections together in a slow grind. Duo moaned into the kiss when the hand on his lower back slid down into the back of his pants to tease at his entrance.
Heero couldn’t help but moan in response when Duo’s hands trailed up his back to play with the short hairs at the base of his skull, tugging at them intermittently. His neck was vulnerable and sensitive, so Duo’s was the only touch he ever permitted there.
After a few minutes, Duo tried pulling away to catch his breath, but Heero pushed deeper into the kiss, using his holds on Duo’s hair and ass to prevent the other man from breaking away.
Even at Duo’s soft sound of protest, Heero maintained his hold, slowly lowering them to their knees on the soft rug before gently pushing Duo onto his back, maintaining the kiss the whole while.
Duo’s hands moved instinctually to Heero’s shoulders, but he didn’t push him away, instead trusting Heero to know his limits. Soon, his soft protests faded into soft moans as the lack of oxygen heightened his senses, strengthening the arousal that he felt as Heero kissed into his mouth and grinded into his hips.
Duo’s slender hips pushed up into Heero’s as his back arched from the mix of a lack of oxygen and from the intensified sensations. He gave a surprised mewl when his orgasm swept over him without warning.
But Heero did not relent. He allowed Duo one small gasp of breath before pushing deeper into the kiss and pushing his finger deeper into Duo’s entrance to rub mercilessly at his prostate.
He swallowed Duo’s resultant cry with pride as Duo’s second orgasm swept through his frame, leaving him sobbing and boneless, eyes closed against any further stimulation.
This is where he needed Duo to be to attempt what he wanted to try.
While maintaining a hand on Duo’s side, gently stroking his hip as he softly sobbed through the sensations, Heero reached behind the couch to pull his go bag over. From within, he pulled out a long bundle of rope.
He gently eased Duo out of his clothes, letting his hands run over every inch of skin that he uncovered, gently soothing Duo as he started to come down into a more lethargic and relaxed state. Half-mast pools of molten violet slowly blinked open to meet his gaze.
”Do you trust me?” Heero asked softly, gently cupping Duo’s face, thumb tracing over his supple bottom lip. Duo’s instinctually turned into Heero’s hand, head turning slightly to place a tender kiss to his palm.
”Hasta La Muerte,” Duo breathed. Though his voice was soft, there was no doubt of the conviction behind his words. He smiled softly at Heero, no fear or trepidation in his gaze.
Heero smiled back, eyes warm, and leaned forward to place a lingering kiss on Duo’s forehead. He pulled away, giving one last peck to the tip of Duo’s freckled nose before letting his gaze slide to the rope.
The strands of the rope were so soft and smooth that it shone gold in the moonlight. Heero couldn’t resist when he saw it, the image of his love wrapped in gold like the most precious present out there passing unbidden, but not unwelcome, through his mind.
The only obstacle was Duo’s time in Oz’s clutches. He never spoke of it much, but Heero saw the way that the corners of Duo’s eyes tightened at the sight of rope, the brief shadow that passed across them. Aside from that, he never showed any sign of aversion towards it, willingly using it when needed without hesitation.
Heero wanted to replace the memories that those bastards had burned into Duo with other, more appealing memories. Even now, as Duo’s gaze followed Heero’s to the length of rope, his pupils contracted at the sight of it. His gaze darted back to Heero’s, not with distrust, but the nervousness was apparent.
”Heero…?”
Heero ran his hand along the length of Duo’s arm, giving his hand a comforting squeeze when he reached it. His thumb traced idly across Duo’s knuckles.
”If it’s ever too much, we can stop. But I promise you, I will not hurt you.”
Duo closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, grounding himself, before opening his eyes to meet Heero’s and nodding. Securing his grip on Duo’s hand, Heero helped him up into a seated position. Reverently securing Duo’s braid safely out of the way, Heero got to work.
The next hour or so was spent wrapping Duo’s body in an intricate system of knots. Heero was careful to make sure that Duo was okay, checking in with him often and rubbing his limbs to make sure his circulation was fine. Heero traced every body part that he bound with a featherlight, reverent touch, often following his touch with a worshiping kiss.
Finally, Heero was done.
Duo knelt on a pillow before him, back slightly arched from the pull of the rope. His wrists were secured together just above the swell of his shapely ass. While the ropes were wrapped around his individual thighs, they did not attach them to each other nor to his shins. His legs were free to move as he liked, so long as he had the balance to do so with his arms being tied behind his back. His scars glowed in the moonlight.
The prolonged period of touch without release had Duo more excited than expected. His breaths came in soft pants, chest heaving against the lovingly tied rope. His fingers twitched sporadically, longing to return the tender touches that Heero had been bestowing upon him throughout the whole process.
”Beautiful,” Heero breathed as he stepped back to examine his work. He appreciated being able to watch the slight flush that traveled from the tips of Duo’s ears, across his lightly freckled face, and down his supple neck to dust becomingly across his shoulders. He loved complimenting Duo while he was naked—the fact that his blush spread across various parts of his body always made Heero want to kiss the path that they followed.
”Shut up, ‘Ro” Duo mumbled, embarrassed under Heero’s appreciative gaze.
”Never,” Heero replied. “Not until you accept the way I see you. And even then, I will never stop telling you how absolutely breathtaking you are.”
”But I’m covered in scars that—,” came the usual argument, only to be cut off.
”—Tell the story of who you are, where you came from, how hard you fought to get to where you are.” Heero knelt in front of Duo and cupped his face in his palms, staring directly into his eyes and not letting Duo turn his head to avoid his gaze. “Your scars are your story, and while you may see them as flaws, I see them as the physical proof of your character, a testament to your strength, a history of the hardships that that you survived that made you into who are today.”
Violet pools glistened in the soft moonlight, showing a vulnerability that only Heero was ever privy to. Heero revelled in the fact that he was the one of the privileged few allowed to see such bare expressions on Duo’s face. As much as the other man portrayed himself as being an open book to others, they only ever got to see the surface. Aside from with Heero, their fellow Gundam pilots were the only ones who Duo ever let his guard down around, taking off the silly jester mask to reveal the smart, cynical man underneath.
Leaning forward, Heero drew Duo into a tender, lingering kiss, doing his best to pour his love and devotion into it. Apparently, he did well, as he could feel Duo’s lower lip trembling against his. Opening his eyes, he saw that Duo’s lids were closed, his eyelashes glistening slightly. His heart squeezed at the display of emotion and he wrapped Duo in his arms, rope and all, draping his arms around Duo’s waist so that they could interlock their fingers together despite the binds.
God, but did he love this man. This night was going much differently from how Shinigami Nights usually went, but Heero rolled with it, enjoying the softer side that it was bringing out in Duo.
He gently loosened the ties around Duo’s wrists and arms, allowing the other man to slip his hands free and finally be able to wrap his arms around Heero in return. He left the other ties intact, however, enjoying the visuals of the intricate ties spanning his lover’s body.
He lifted Duo up into his arms, giving his legs a chance to regain circulation as he brought them to their bedroom.
While he had expected and been excited for a night of near violent fucking upon entering the apartment, a long night of making love to his beautiful partner was definitely not a let down. No, these nights where Duo allowed himself to fully submit to Heero were rare enough that they were always treasured.
Gently laying Duo on their bed, Heero began a long night of worshiping his lover, whispering affirmations and praise into his ear whenever possible, cementing the devotion that he felt towards his braided lover.
Morning came to find the two wrapped around each other, the length of rope laying discarded on the floor by the bed. Both slept the exhausted sleep of those who had spent the whole night being emotionally exposed while slowly and tenderly making love. Soft smiles curled at the corners of their lips as they lay curled around each other, hands intertwined even in sleep.