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Warning!  Lemons will be tossed around frequently in this part. Be wary.

 

THE END OF THE MUNDANE – PART 6

 

My body is on fire, every touch from Duo’s fingers making my muscles twitch.  He seems as desperate as me, his body quaking where it’s pressed against me.  Keeping him firmly pinned to the wall, I search his face for a hint of what he wants. 

 

Duo’s eyes possess a wealth of secrets I intend to discover and I swallow hard before I can make myself speak in a raspy voice, “What do you want, Duo?”

 

“Do I really need to tell you?” His laugh is tense, edgy. I know exactly how he feels.

 

“Bedroom,” I gasp, taking his hand to pull him out of the room, stopping when he doesn’t budge.  “What?” I ask, trying to read his expression in the dark.

 

His body wraps around me, lean and willowy and everywhere at once, taking away the little air I have in my lungs.  “Too far,” he hisses in my ear as he pulls me, without argument, to the floor, “Can’t wait.”

 

“Oh my god,” is the only thing I can say as nimble fingers work the button on my pants and within seconds I’m left bare to his eyes, lying on my back on the carpeted floor. 

 

He lets out a low whistle; one that I hope is in appreciation.  My hopes are answered when his eyes trail up my body, “If I’d known this was under those clothes I’d have kidnapped you a whole lot sooner.”

 

“I’m feeling a little underdressed here,” I joke, rolling us so he’s under me.  He squirms for a second, the movements making me groan.  “Be still.”

 

“Then hurry.”

 

The terse order has me laughing, reminded Duo lives life fast.  I suppose he wants this the same way, but I plan to disappoint him, wanting to show him sometimes slow can be better.  “Be patient.”

 

“Like hell.  I need you now.”

 

Purely by accident, my hand lands on the rope he used to tie me up before.  I alter my plans and move before he realizes what I’m doing, smiling when he makes a sound of frustration, following it with, “Damnit, Trowa.  What’s the deal?”

 

“Turnabout’s fair play; you tied me up, now it’s my turn.”

 

“Of all the times you decide to have fun, you pick now?”  The desperation I hear in his tone is mirrored by the glint in his eyes.  Duo tries once to pull his hands free, stopping when he finds it impossible.  I’m very good at tying knots, even in a hurry.  With a sigh, he narrows his eyes at me, “What do you plan to do now?”

 

Pulling his shirt up, I expose his chest and drink in the sight of it greedily before running my fingers across the skin lightly.  I shiver in response as he moans, my throat tightening as I watch him.  Lowering my mouth to taste the flavor of the man I’ve wanted for so long, I whisper, “Everyone says I move slowly and they’re right.  I want to show you how good slow can be.”

 

“Ohhh,” he groans as I run my tongue across his taut belly, smiling as the muscles quiver like a bowstring that’s been plucked.

 

I take my time, enjoying the sounds that fall from his lips.  I remove his pants unhurriedly, making sure my fingers only touch his body fleetingly. Sliding my body up his, I release a groan of my own, unable to control my reaction to the way he feels against me.  Sealing my mouth over his for the first time I lose myself in the taste, more intoxicating than any drug.

 

His body jerks against the bonds I have on his hands.  Knowing we’re well past the point of taking it slow, I release him, laughing as he rolls us and pins me this time, his shirt tossed in the same movement.  “Enough of going slow, now I’ll show you what it’s like to go fast.”

 

There is almost no warning as he moves down me and takes my throbbing erection in his mouth, my hands clenching in his hair.  He doesn’t stop the actions of his mouth until I’m on the very edge of orgasm, streaking up my body and bracing over me.  Realizing his intention I stop him by holding his hips, “Not without prepping you first.”

 

“Took care of that already,” he smiles slowly, my blood rushing as I understand what he means, the idea of him preparing himself for me making my muscles tighten in anticipation. 

 

I loosen my grip and let him lower himself onto me, our groans of pleasure mixing together in the darkness.  I can see him, his hair streaming around him as he rides me with abandon.  He is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and I tell him so.  With a smile he lowers his mouth to mine, his body tightening around me when I fist a hand in his hair to hold him to me. When his hips move, taking me deeper within him, I grip his erection and pump it in time to his motions.

 

Even my patient nature has limits and we breech them quickly.  I’m lost in a blur of movement, his eyes dark and fixed on me, his body moving in tandem with mine.  With a sharp cry, his seed spreads over my hand and stomach, his muscles clenching around me and beginning my own release, deep inside his body.

 

Exhausted and spent, he collapses over me, his breathing ragged and harsh as mine.  Duo whispers in my ear, voice coarse from the force of his cries.  “I have to agree about taking your time.”

 

My laughter is more of a growl, “I could say the same thing about being in a hurry.”

 

 

 

Monday morning I wake before the alarm clock and groan, but not in resignation.  My lover has apparently been awake for some time and has grown tired of waiting for me.  He is busy under the sheets, thief hands undeterred by the fact that I had been wearing underwear when I went to bed last night, for they’ve disappeared.  “Duo, are you trying to kill me?”

 

“Only if you can die from pleasure,” is the muffled response.

 

“I’m starting to wonder,” I mutter, even as my eyes slide shut from the delicious onslaught of sensations he’s causing. 

 

The last two days have been filled with wonder.  Duo has stayed with me the past three nights and the entire time there has been love and laughter flowing freely in the confines of my boring apartment.  It amazes me that it doesn’t seem so bland with Duo in the middle of it, filling it with life.  I swear he shines in the middle of everything, lighting up my existence, mundane a week ago.

 

He wiggles up my body, slippery as an eel, his hands everywhere at once.   His tongue meets mine, dancing around each other as I turn him over and slide into him, still stretched from the last time we loved, late in the night.  It no longer surprises me that he feels so familiar after such a short time, but the way I feel whole and complete still manages to stun me every time we are together this way.

 

Sometime later I glance at the clock and curse.  How I missed the alarm going off I have no idea, but I nudge Duo from where his head rests on my shoulder and roll out of bed.  “We’re going to be late for work.”

 

“We’re taking the day off,” Duo smiles at me smugly.  It’s a look I’m getting used to.  “Actually we’re taking the next three days off.”

 

“And why would we be doing that?”  I’ve never taken a day off.  The idea is looking better and better as I watch Duo roll onto his stomach and prop his chin on his hands.

 

“Coupla’ reasons.  One, I want you to myself for the next few days.  Two, you haven’t had any time off in a while.  Three, we need some time to get you ready to go on the hit with me.”

 

Feeling as if I’ve been punched in the gut, I sit carefully back down on the side of the bed.  “The committee agreed?”

 

“Got the confirmation this morning by email before I woke you up.  I sent Une a message saying we were taking a few days off to prepare you for your first field assignment in years.”  Sitting up, he drapes himself over my back, arms around my neck.  “If you don’t want to go I need to know, but I’d still like to spend a few days with you before I leave.”

 

“I thought it was too dangerous to have more than one person?”  It’s not often I’m totally flummoxed, but this is one of those times.  That he believes in me enough to take me along awes me.

 

“I actually said a one or two man team, Trowa.  I was hoping to ask you to go with me, but we’ve been…occupied.”

 

I put my hands around his, holding him in place, closing my eyes as I feel his heart beat against my back, a heart he’s vowed as mine.  “Why would you offer me this chance?”

 

“Because it’s gonna be a hard job.  I’d feel better if I had someone I trust to watch my back.”  His response is instantaneous and calms me.  If he had been offering out of obligation I wouldn’t have known what to say or do. 

 

“You know I haven’t done fieldwork in a long time.”

 

I feel his shrug, “It’s like riding a bike. You never really forget.  Instincts and training take over before you have to think about it.  If you want to go we need to make a battle plan,” he adds needlessly.

 

I already know if I go with him, he’ll be in charge.  My forte has been paperwork for too long to lead an operation and the idea makes me smile.  “Does this mean you can hit on me without people wondering?”

 

He snorts in amusement and swings around to settle in my lap.  “I think from now on we can forget about what other people wonder.”  Duo’s eyebrows disappear under his bangs, “So you gonna go with me or not?”

 

“How can I possibly turn down that offer?”

 

“We need to start planning.”

 

With a grin, I lever him around me and toss him on the bed, splaying across him as he laughs raucously.  “We’ll plan later.” 

 

END


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