Disclaimer: Not mine, don’t sue.
Warnings: There be lemon squeezing going on here. Yaoi lemons, the best kind, in my opinion. If you don’t know what it means, or don’t like it, don’t read it.
Pairings: 3x2 main, possibly some others
REDEMPTION – PART 5
After unlocking the door, Trowa moved quietly through the shelves of books, the silence reminding him of a library. His eyes were focused on the beam of light he could see spilling out of the door of Duo’s office as he moved forward. He couldn’t recall much of his work from that day, glad that he could do his job without much conscious thought. Even Wufei had commented on how distracted he was, saying it might be better if he did sleep with Duo. At least that way, he would stop daydreaming about it.
Trowa wasn’t too sure about that. If it was like everything else he had experienced with Duo, being intimate with the man would only make him crave more. He already had an intense yearning for the man’s taste and scent, and the small noises that Duo made when they touched were enough to drive him out of his mind.
When he entered Duo’s small office, his mind officially shut down. The room that had been cluttered to the point of insanity was completely different than it had been earlier in the day. The books were still there, but were lined up neatly on shelves that he hadn’t seen before, the papers that had been spilling over the desk were gone, leaving the desktop smooth and empty except for a phone. A chair that hadn’t been visible earlier was pushed under the desk, leaving only the back peeking out to be seen.
The best thing in the room, in his opinion, was the man sitting cross-legged in the floor on a small blanket, a variety of dishes spread out around him. Duo glanced up when he came in, then turned back to the candle he was lighting. “Do you mind sitting in the floor? I thought we could have an indoor picnic.” Seeing the awed gaze that Trowa turned to the now clean room, he began to laugh, “I made Hilde clean it for me to repay me for taking care of her while she was in a drunken stupor.”
With a smile at the effort Duo had put into the dinner, Trowa took a seat in the clear space on the blanket that had been left for him. Duo returned the smile and began pouring two glasses of wine, then leaned forward to give one to his date. Setting the glass aside quickly, he halted Duo’s progress of sitting back down. “How about a proper greeting?”
The long-haired man was in motion almost instantly, letting Trowa see his amazing speed again as he claimed Trowa’s mouth. Several minutes passed before they broke apart, both a little dazed at the intensity of the kiss. Duo shook his head and began to serve the food, filling a plate for Trowa that had many kinds of pasta and breads. “I thought Italian would be a good idea,” he explained softly. “And it’ll go good with the wine.”
They ate slowly, taking their time with the meal. Trowa shared some of the more memorable moments from his day, at least the few that he could recall, such as when one model stood up and threw her wig across the room in a fit of temper. He understood Duo would need a few minutes to sort out what he wanted to say, able to see the fear in the cobalt eyes.
They had finished off the tiramisu and were sipping wine when Duo spoke, his voice soft and serious. “I need to tell you about my parents.” He refilled his glass first, then Trowa’s, not meeting the other man’s eyes. “My mom died when I was really little, so I don’t remember much about her, just vague memories of someone giving me a bath or singing in a soft voice. I have a lot of pictures of her, saved first by my dad, then by Howard. They always made sure I wouldn’t forget her.”
Scooting some of the empty dishes out of the way, Trowa moved so that he was in front of Duo and pulled the man onto his lap. Duo tensed for a moment before his body relaxed into the embrace. The braided man snagged his glass and downed the contents. Trowa refilled the glass with the half-full bottle, realizing Duo needed this in order to help him talk of his painful past.
Trowa gave the other man a soft kiss, gentle and tender, pulling him close again. Duo sighed against his chest and closed his eyes, continuing the story. “My dad grew up on a farm, and wanted to do better for his family when he was older, so he started working at a construction firm and saving his money. He worked for the same company for years, starting as a teenager in the summers and working his way up to foreman after he graduated from high school. He married my mom as soon as she graduated, a year after he did. When she got pregnant with me, he decided he needed to be able to make more money to give us the life he wanted to. He took out a loan and started his own construction firm, with my mom doing the accounting and basically working as his secretary. Maxwell Construction became known for their quality and fast building. He had to hire more people and kept getting bigger jobs, taking the extra money he made and investing in stocks. When my mom died, he decided he wanted to spend more time with me, so he sold the business. By then, he was already well known for his success and had been featured in a few magazines.”
Duo took a deep breath, sipping from his glass now instead of gulping it, “It seemed that everything my dad touched made money, and he was never wrong when he had a feeling about something. He became a governor for the state of North Carolina when I was little. When I turned seven, he was asked to run for the presidency, and he accepted. I didn’t like the idea, for some reason I couldn’t explain. I had a bad feeling about it. A few days after my eighth birthday, dad had a speech in California. He was shot while going up to the podium, right in front of me. I waited at the hospital, but he never made it out of surgery. Howard came and took me home, and stayed with me after that.”
“I remember seeing stories on the news about it,” Trowa told him, rubbing a soothing hand up and down his back. “I was about twelve when it happened.” A new thought occurred to him and he pulled Duo up by both arms, making the man look him in the eyes. “You were there?”
“Howard got the papers to leave that out,” Duo sighed. “He thought it would be impossible for me to live a normal life if people found out. I was also in the car when my mom wrecked. It took a long time to accept that it wasn’t because of me that they died. Howard put me in therapy for a while, to help me understand that I wasn’t cursed. Trowa, the reason I wanted to tell you all of this was so you wouldn’t be surprised if you go home with me sometime.” The braided man pulled on a wry expression, “My house is huge, and I have a few rich friends, so I didn’t want you to be shocked when you found out. I wanted you to hear it from me,” his voice was soft, sad…waiting for the rejection he believed to be coming.
“Duo, I already knew that you had money, and a lot of it. You drive a Bugatti,” he said as a reminder. “I’m a car buff. I know how much that car is worth. I don’t give a damn if you have money. I wouldn’t care if you were just a bookstore owner. To me, you feel right, like you were meant for me.”
“I feel the same way about you,” Duo’s tone was soft and slightly awed.
In order to reassure the long haired man of the sincerity of his words, Trowa shifted Duo around, moving the long legs to either side of his own. He took the other man’s mouth in a passionate kiss, slipping his tongue in Duo’s mouth to mate with its counterpart. At the same time, he pulled Duo closer, pressing their cloth covered erections together for the first time. Releasing Duo’s mouth on a gasp, he hissed into the other man’s ear, “Can you feel that?” His answer was a low groan. “That has nothing to do with money, or power, or position. I want you so badly that it’s hard to speak, hard to think when I’m near you. I wanted you before I found out you had money, and it changes nothing about the way I feel.”
“Thank god,” Duo whimpered as Trowa latched onto his neck.
Nipping and licking down the smooth column, Trowa pulled Duo to him, grinding their erections together, moaning at the sensation of firm hardness against his own. Hearing a thud behind him, he turned to see that Duo had toed off his boots, letting them fall to the floor. At the gesture, he held his control long enough to speak, his teeth clenched with the effort it took, “If you want to stop, tell me now.”
“Don’t you dare,” cobalt eyes narrowed dangerously then returned to normal, flecks of black and dark blue mixing in the normal color. “I need you, Trowa. I want you. Please,” he moaned, tilting his head back as Trowa began the assault on his throat again. “We’ve waited long enough.”
Sweeping one arm out, Trowa pushed the dishes out of his way, bearing Duo carefully to the floor. The long haired man sat up long enough to pull the shirt over his head, quickly working on ridding Trowa of the same. Trowa pulled at the buttons, too impatient to unfasten them with his clumsy fingers. Once his chest was bared, Duo attacked with his fingers and mouth, drawing gasps and moans from the other man.
Trying to get Duo’s pants off was almost more than his limited brain function would allow. The man under him removed his mouth from Trowa’s nipple long enough to raise up and shimmy the pants and boxers down his lean hips, then lay back on his elbows, watching Trowa with one raised eyebrow. “See something you like?”
“Oh, yeah,” he growled in response. Duo nude in real life was so much better than he had imagined, the sleek muscles rippling under pale skin. He was lean, but not skinny, and nearly hairless, the hair he did have on his body was fine and dark, covering his legs and forming a soft blanket around his erection. As he watched, Duo’s cock jumped, as if enjoying his attention.
“Your turn,” the husky voice met his ears as Duo sat up, pushing at him until he stood.
As fast as humanly possible, he kicked his shoes off and into the corner where Duo’s boots had fallen. He lifted each foot in turn, allowing the other man to slip off his socks. A warm, wet tongue teased his stomach, making the muscles jump and twitch as deft hands unfastened his pants. He looked down to see Duo sliding his jeans and briefs down his legs, an agile tongue following them on the downward journey.
Quickly, he kicked off the pants and underwear, his knees nearly buckling when Duo’s mouth surrounded his erection with moist heat. His fingers dug into the long hair at the back of Duo’s head, helping him to stand as he forced himself not to thrust into the mouth that worked him expertly. “Duo, you have to stop.”
“Don’t like it?”
“I like it too much,” he smirked at the man beneath him.
In seconds, he was on top of Duo again, both men gasping as their naked skin came in contact for the first time. Trowa took Duo’s mouth forcefully; his hands traveling down the lithe body to grasp the hardness pressing into him. He swiped his thumb over the top, spreading the moisture he found there, making Duo moan as his body thrust into the touch.
Trowa placed wet kisses all along Duo’s neck, shoulders, and chest, loving the noises that the other man made. He kept moving down, nuzzling the erection that jutted up from the lean body. When he took the hardness in his mouth, he fought the urge to smile as Duo shouted his name, grabbing at his hair in desperation. It wasn’t long before a husky voice reached him, “Please, Trowa, please, please.”
He understood what Duo was begging for, even if the words were mostly incoherent. “Do you have anything?”
“The basket,” Duo waved one hand in the direction of a basket that rested near their shoes. Trowa assumed that their food had been packed in it at one point.
He stuck his hand in and found the tube, still sealed, never used. Raising an eyebrow, he moved back to Duo, brandishing the tube. “Were you planning on this happening?” he teased lightly.
“Not planning, but really hoping,” the other man grinned back up at him, arching his back and rubbing their bodies together, causing them both to gasp at the friction.
Almost desperate to be inside the tight body, Trowa prepared Duo quickly, the braided man mewling incoherently at him as he stretched. Duo’s hands scrabbled for purchase on the blanket under him, his mind fogged with lust. “Trowa,” was whispered, barely a breath of sound.
Unable to wait any longer, he positioned himself outside Duo’s body, pushing in slow. He didn’t pause, but kept going at a steady pace until he was seated inside the other man’s heat, gasping as his erection was surrounded. Finally stopping, he searched for any pain on the long-haired man’s face, but found only pleasure. A heel digging into his back gave him the signal to move, and move he did, pulling out almost all the way before slowly pushing back in. Hissing at the tightness that surrounded him, Trowa lowered his head to take Duo’s mouth in a brutal kiss, nipping at his bottom lip, increasing his thrusts to make the pleasure last as long as possible.
Duo returned the veracity of the kiss, wrapping both legs around Trowa’s back and pulling him farther inside, nearly screaming when Trowa slammed into his prostate with amazing accuracy. He met each of Trowa thrusts, panting and calling out the other man’s name. On the edge, Trowa sped up, lifting Duo’s legs over his shoulders and pushing in harder, faster. Hearing the change in Duo’s voice, he wrapped one hand around the other man’s erection, pumping in time to his thrusts. It wasn’t long before Duo cried out, back arching as creamy liquid covered them both. The muscles clamping down pushed Trowa over the precipice that he had been clinging to and he coated Duo’s insides with his seed, shouting Duo’s name.
Gently, he lowered Duo’s legs, then let himself fall to the side, pulling the other man with him, wanting to remain inside Duo for as long as possible. Wrapping his arms around Duo, he found those tempting lips again, rolling so the long haired man was lying on top of him, never ending the connection between their bodies. Finally coming up to catch their breath, Trowa smiled, “That was…” he trailed off, not having words to adequately describe the act.
“Perfect…mind-blowing…amazing…earth shattering,” Duo supplied with a sigh, nestling into Trowa’s body.
“All of the above?” Trowa teased, running his fingers up and down the smooth back of the other man.
“Hmm, that works for me,” the braided man was running his tongue up the muscle of his neck, reveling in the salty taste that had formed on Trowa’s skin. “Can we do that again?”
“Give me a few minutes, and I’ll see what I can do for you.”
A few minutes later, both men were sound asleep, still nestled together and naked. Trowa woke hours later, too comfortable to move around much, Duo’s weight a reminder of what had transpired. He felt around the floor with his hand and found his discarded shirt, spreading it across Duo’s body to keep the man warm. After taking a quick look to ensure the door to the office was, indeed, closed, he closed his eyes and went back to sleep, holding the other man close.