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    Kiss It Better
~ A Moment of Haven ~
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	"Mmm, the shower made me feel good, but this makes me feel 
great."  Any Heero in his bed was a good thing.  A half-naked one wasn't 
quite as good as a completely naked one, but it still ranked pretty 
highly.  Belly-down, which was a pity, but there were other things to be 
done in that situation.  Duo dropped himself next to him and slapped his 
ass.

	Heero groaned.

	"You just couldn't pull your shirt over your head, is that it?"

	"'Couldn't' would imply some level of inability," Heero muttered 
defensively.

	"You just 'didn't want to'."

	"Exactly."  He'd laid down and stretched out, and then just 
hadn't gotten around to pulling his shirt on.  That was all.  It wasn't 
because his shoulder hurt or anything.

	"I see."  Duo smiled and ran a teasing finger down his back, 
amused by the reflexive squirming, not so amused by the bruise he saw 
starting to form on Heero's upper arm.  "Can I take that to mean, then, 
you were leaving yourself here as a little present to me?"

	"Will I get something good out of it?"

	He leaned down to whisper in Heero's ear.  "Very."

	"Then I'm all yours."  There was a short pause during which 
nothing happened, nothing except Heero realizing the flaw in his plans.  
"Wait.  Will this involve me moving?"

	Duo laughed low in his throat.  "You've gotten soft in your old 
age, Yuy."

	Heero shifted, then flipped Duo over with a surprise attack.  "I 
can be hard where it matters."

	"You're not supposed to wince when you say things like that, 
Yuy."  He laughed again, more heartily this time, reaching up to hook 
his arms over the back of Heero's neck.

	Heero turned his head to nuzzle the inside of Duo's arm.  "Maybe 
I -am- getting soft."

	"That explains the lack of a raging hard-on."  He wriggled his 
hips upward against Heero's, and met nothing interesting there that 
wasn't normally there.

	The nuzzle turned into a nip.  "Not that kind of soft, idiot."

	Duo grinned unrepentantly and wriggled some more.  "Don't talk 
the talk if you can't walk the walk, babe."

	Heero clamped down on his motions with some strategic pressure.  
"I saw the opportunity for a good comeback line.  I didn't want to let 
it pass.  And I've never used 'I don't feel up to it' as an excuse 
before."

	"Well, if you're having trouble getting it up, I'm sure I could 
help you out with that."  Maybe Heero was stopping his lower body from 
having its way, but there was still another half of him free.  He leaned 
up to entice Heero's mouth into a kiss, and upon receiving full 
cooperation, he coaxed Heero off of him and onto his side.

	Heero stopped things to pull Duo's hair out of the ties that had 
kept it up and out of the way during his shower, fussing with it to 
straighten it to his satisfaction.  "Do you always get this horny after 
you get your ass kicked?"

	"I think the ass-kicking was mutual, darling," he answered 
sweetly, pulling his hair out of Heero's hands and tying it back 
carelessly.  "I remember a time when you used to be able to keep on 
going, even with two bullet holes in you.  You're not as young as you 
used to be, fly-boy."

	"You didn't hit anything important."

	"Then again, you didn't do anything important right after that, 
either.  'Cept get salt water in your wounds.  Ouch.  So maybe I 
shouldn't be surprised by what a little ass-kicking can do to you."  His 
fingers strutted victoriously upon Heero's chest.

	"It wasn't a little ass-kicking."  Heero captured the fingers 
and kissed the knuckles.  "It was a little ass-kicking from one damn 
fine Gundam pilot, and that makes all the difference in the world."

	"Oh, well, when you put it that way..."  He laughed and 
reinitiated the kissing.  It wasn't long before he slid a hand into 
Heero's hair.  His thumb started a massaging motion, did a little recon, 
and in due time informed his brain of its findings.  Duo pulled away 
with some soft parting kisses.  "Hey, turn over."

	Heero was already turning back onto his belly before he even 
thought to ask a question.  "Why?"

	Duo arranged him into a loose, comfortable position and when he 
was done, laid a hand on the back of Heero's neck.  "You know, there was 
a time when I thought this was all hard because you were just that 
ripped."  He brushed his fingers over the neck and shoulder muscles in 
question.  "Now, I realize it's because they're just that tense all the 
time."  Adding his other hand to the effort, he started a slow massage.

	Heero hummed in appreciation, closing his eyes and enjoying it 
for a few seconds.  "Can I blame it on the fight?"

	"No.  And it wasn't a fight.  We were sparring."

	"Maybe we should practice sparring.  It feels like we suddenly 
became very bad at it."

	Duo snorted.  "I'll say.  I don't know if you've suddenly become 
a whiner, or if you're better at sparring than I am, because I'm not the 
one moaning and groaning here."

	"I'm only moaning and groaning because I can.  When you're done 
here, maybe you should try it.  It's kind of fun.  And it'll let me 
return the favor."

	"Heh, you owe me -two- massages after this one, Yuy."  He dug in 
to the reluctant knot underneath his fingers and considered applying his 
elbow to it.  "I can't imagine I'm nearly as tense as you are.  Though 
maybe I will be after I'm done."

	Heero chuckled.  "See?  I -am- always hard."

	"Not that kind of hard, idiot."  He applied especially firm 
pressure with his hands and won a wince out of Heero.  He leaned down to 
lay a kiss on Heero's back in apology.  His cheek brushed against one of 
his hands and he paused, noting that it was, as usual, cooler than the 
rest of him, and Heero's back as well.  Hmmm...

	"You know," Heero mused in a lazy tone.  "Class tomorrow is 
going to be interesting."

	"Don't remind me.  God, we're pathetic.  I'm feeling more or 
less okay now, but I don't fancy waking up tomorrow morning.  Oh hell.  
What are the kids going to say tomorrow?"

	"They'll probably want us to do it again."

	"Oh god."

	"Who's whining now, hmmm?"

	"Do you know how long it took me to get them back on topic 
today?"

	"At least you're in a classroom.  As a fighting instructor, I 
have very few excuses not to teach my students how to fight."

	"And I don't have too many excuses not to teach my kids how to 
improvise in the middle of combat."  Improvise... improvise... Oh, of 
course.  He patted Heero on the back.  "Hang on."

	"Hmm?"  Heero opened his eyes to try to track Duo's movements, 
but he was unwilling to twist his body far enough to do so effectively.

	Duo leaned over to open one of the drawers next to the bed and 
pull a bottle out.  He hummed thoughtfully to himself as he read the 
label.  "Hmmm.  Yup, there it is.  I thought so."  He popped back to his 
original position, and noticing that Heero was trying to figure out what 
was going on, obligingly swung the bottle into Heero's field of view.  
"Self-warming, and perfectly suitable for massages."

	Heero made an amused sound, but settled back down.  "First time 
we crack it open, and it's not even for sex?"

	"Told you I could find a way to make it work-related.  Might as 
well consider this a test-run."

	"I'm sure it works as advertised, Duo."

	"Well, sure.  But that doesn't mean I want any surprises."  He 
carefully pumped a small drop of lube onto his finger and rubbed it 
experimentally against the back of his hand.  "Huh.  Maybe I need more 
for the whole self-warming thing to kick in.  I guess it's not cool, 
though, so maybe that's warming?"

	"Didn't we agree that, with where that's going, we didn't want 
it to be burning hot?"

	"Yeah, I guess."  He squeezed out a larger quantity this time 
and smoothed it across the space between Heero's shoulderblades.  "It's 
kind of slippery."

	Heero chuckled.  "It's lubrication.  It's its job to be 
slippery."

	"True..."  He massaged with it a little to test out its physical 
properties, then squeezed out a little more and worked with it again.  
"Okay, I can see how it works as lube, but I don't get how it works for 
massage."

	"Mmm, feels like it's working just fine to me."  Of course, Duo 
could have been working with microwaved butter for all Heero cared at 
the moment.

	"Yeah, but let me step into your anal shoes for a sec here and 
say, yay it's not too runny so you don't have to worry about making a 
mess with it, but it still needs to be wiped off afterward.  Not like 
you're just going to climb right into bed with all this stuff on your 
back."

	"Yay for wetnaps."

	"Which are cold, which totally counteracts the whole warming 
thing."

	"We can get some little towels, then.  Something small and easy 
to wash."

	Duo tried to picture it in his head and laughed.  "God, we're 
going to have an entire drawer full of cleaning products next to our 
bed.  Isn't sex stuff supposed to be kinkier than that?"

	"I wouldn't mind keeping a full-sized towel around, too.  To go 
underneath, maybe.  In case we miss."

	He tried to figure out if Heero was kidding, and decided he 
wasn't.  "Geez, I'm beginning to think we're better off as we are now, 
never making it to the bed before we come.  Ever stop and think that 
maybe sex is supposed to be messy?"

	"I don't mind it being messy.  I just don't see why it should 
make everything else messy, too."

	Duo decided that, for his own sanity, he had best let it drop.  
"Whatever," he declared, putting a close to the matter.  He reached into 
the drawer of cleaning products and pulled out a wetnap to wipe all the 
lube off.

	"Ha," Heero said smugly, once Duo had finished and tossed the 
wetnap into the bin located conveniently close to the bed.  "Told you 
the trash can would come in handy."

	"Oh, shut up already.  Why do I put up with you?"

	"Because it's your turn?"  Heero had their positions reversed in 
very short order.

	Duo's protest was very mild.  "Hey, I thought you were tired?"

	"You're tired, too," Heero answered softly, reminding his hands 
that they were supposed to be massaging, not just enjoying the feel of 
Duo's bare skin.

	"Mmmmm.  Oh yeah.  Yeah, that's good."

	Too tired for any real sexual activity, perhaps, but that didn't 
stop Duo's words from zinging down to the pit of his belly to try to 
start something.  He could order the rest of his body to cooperate with 
him, no matter the physical discomfort, but that one part of him that 
wasn't very good about taking orders had apparently decided that, at the 
moment, Heero was just going to have to settle for a good tingle and a 
shot of warmth.

	"Oof," Duo murmured.  "That smarts."

	Heero lightened his touch and remembered when he had slammed Duo 
to the mats with more force than he had intended.  He bent to press his 
lips to the ache.  "Let me kiss that better for you."

	"Mmm, you do that.  Ooh, I think I got some other things you 
have to kiss and make better."

	He took Duo up on his suggestion and kissed the spot on Duo's 
lower back that he had elbowed.  He kissed Duo's hand, the one he'd come 
close to stomping on.  He kissed Duo's shoulder, the one he'd twisted 
uncomfortably when trying to get Duo into a hold.  He enticed Duo into 
rolling over, and then kissed his forearms each in turn, banged up from 
blocking.  He breathed teasingly on a nipple, but he hadn't scored any 
hits there, so he moved on.

	Duo made a mock-offended sound and gave his head a light shove.

	Heero smiled against his skin and moved south.  There'd been a 
shot to Duo's right side, so it earned a kiss.  And then there was the 
hit he'd landed that Duo had taken low on his hip, and maybe Duo's 
boxers were in the way, but not for long.  Heero pulled them out of the 
way to give the wound its just compensation, and heck, since those 
boxers were halfway off anyway and Duo was practically exposed, there 
wasn't really any reason for him not to just finish the job and be rid 
of them altogether.

	For bonus points, he had Duo sufficiently distracted that he 
barely even noticed their loss, but in time he did, and after a muzzy 
blink, he looked down his body and found Heero looking back up at him 
with soft eyes, chin resting beside his hipbone.  "Um.  Hey."

	"Hey."  Heero smiled and pressed another kiss to his hipbone 
before glancing pointedly at Duo's crotch.  "Looks like you're doing 
better than I am."

	"Huh."  He hadn't expected his dick could reach half-mast under 
the conditions, with every indication of being ready for more.  He 
wagged his finger disapprovingly at it.  "You weren't supposed to do 
that."

	"Aw, don't be so hard on it.  It just wants to play."  Heero 
slipped his hand underneath and gave him a bit of a fondle.

	Duo's eyes slid shut involuntarily.  "Couldn't it have chosen 
some time when I don't want to go to sleep?  Or at least, lie here like 
a lazy bum?"  He felt Heero's hand shift on his hips, giving him the 
strange impression that Heero was holding him down for some reason.  And 
then his eyes snapped open, his hips bucked involuntarily, and he 
yelped.

	The sound that Heero made was too warm for a snicker, but it was 
still a snicker.  But it was sort of a snicker to himself instead of a 
snicker at Duo because it was done offhandedly enough that it didn't 
distract him in the slightest from studying the moist trail he had just 
left on Duo's dick with his tongue.  "I wonder why it's called a blow 
job."

	Of all the things to hear after having his penis licked, that 
certainly wasn't what Duo was expecting.  "What?"  He got only visual 
warning, Heero puckering his lips, and then there was a stream of air 
cooling that line of moisture and it was only a supreme effort of will 
that kept his hips where they were.  "Christ, Heero!  I don't think 
that's what they mean by 'blow job'!"

	"Really?  Because this seems to be working rather well."  He 
took another swipe at Duo, more wetly than last time, and gently blew 
across it again.

	Duo whimpered.  "Oh god."  Several deep breaths later, he glared 
down at his partner.  "Hot, Yuy!  Hot!  You suck a guy off and it's his 
hot, wet mouth that's the good part!  Not cold!"

	Heero blinked at him.  "Really."

	Duo blinked back, a slight flush heating his cheeks.  "Really."  
According to all reports and any imagination, anyway.

	"Huh."  Heero contemplated that for a few long seconds.  "So 
why's it called a blow job?"

	"I haven't a fucking clue, Heero."

	"Oh."  He pondered that for a few more seconds before shrugging 
philosophically and swirling his tongue, hot and wet as ordered, around 
the crown of Duo's penis.

	"Oh god," Duo breathed again.  "Oh god, I'm gonna hate myself in 
a few seconds, but you have got to stop doing that."

	Heero stopped immediately and pulled back.  "Did I get that 
wrong?"

	"God, no.  Just..."  He took a deep breath and let it back out 
slowly.  "Save it for another day, okay?  'Cuz I swear, if you make me 
come now, I'm tuckered out enough that I won't be able to return the 
favor, and then I'll feel really shitty about it, and, well, that's just 
not how I want things to be."

	There was another moment of consideration.  "Fair enough."  
Heero released him and moved back up his body so they were even again.

	Duo stared at him.  "What the hell, Heero?  Just what the hell?"

	Heero shrugged.  "Well, I was down there, and I just got to 
wondering..."

	"Gah!"  Duo grabbed him by one shoulder and shook him lightly.  
"Just... gah!"



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