Disclaimer: None of the GW characters are owned by the Crimson Drake. In this fic, I used the song "Amazed" by Lonestar. I thought it had beaitiful lyrics and would do perfectly for a couple who are in love. (like Duo and Heero!)



*Every time our eyes meet

I get this feeling inside me

It’s almost more than I can take*

Heero stood in Duo’s doorway, letting the light wash over him and cast his silhouette across the floor. Cobalt eyes peered into the darkness. His roughly cut body was tense and apprehensive; every noise caught his attention, every smell teased his nostrils, and every detail was taken in by his unwavering gaze.

“You’re home,” Duo said. He sat up in the bed, letting his chestnut hair fall over his narrow shoulders and surround his slender torso.

The perfect soldier smiled. It was a distinctly handsome expression, made up of everything tender. “I’m home.”

The American stretched out his arms. “Are you coming to bed?”

Heero pondered the offer for just a moment. “Not yet. I must shower.”

Duo pouted, jutting out a most delicious-looking bottom lip.

“Don’t worry, my pet. It won’t take long. I haven’t showered in a week. You know how some missions are.” He crossed the room and went to the bathroom, where he left the door open as he undressed and turned on the faucets.

Sighing with longing, Duo flopped back down on the bed and rolled onto his side. He didn’t mind a sweaty Heero. They were going to get sweaty anyway. He grinned devilishly and climbed out of the full sized bed, resting his bare feet on the cold wooden floor. It had been a week since he had last spent the night with his lover, and he was determined to make this a special occasion.

Heero groaned as the hot water sluiced over his shoulders and down his firmly muscled back. Taking a warm shower had always been very sensual, and he was enjoying this very much. Washing away the dirt, grime, and sweat from his body was a difficult task indeed. There was nothing more satisfying than feeling fresh and clean after a long trip. Well, almost nothing. He smiled when he felt Duo’s presence as the boy entered the bathroom.

Duo leaned in the door frame for a moment, taking in the sight of his Japanese lover’s rigidly muscled body. It made him flush with desire. It burned up his spine and tingled in his groin, then spread into his heart, which began to pound furiously. He knew that his face was red with a heated blush of lust.

“Are you going to join me or just watch?” Heero asked the youth, turning his gaze toward him.

Duo felt his heart skip a beat when those sapphire orbs met his own amethyst eyes. Heero was a beautifully crafted young man, and he lusted after him a great deal, but he loved him more than he desired him. They had never said those three words to each other. It was kind of an unspoken promise.

The Japanese soldier watched his lover carefully. Their eyes never left one another. Heero could feel his soul trembling under that powerful violet gaze, filling him with emotions that only Duo could produce. It was electrifying, chilling, sensual, and uncomfortable all at the same time. It was almost more than his old, worn soul could handle.

*Baby when you touch me

I can feel how much you love me

And it just blows me away*

Duo approached him slowly. He entered the shower stall and stood behind Heero for what seemed an eternity, admiring his body. Then he was feeling his back, running his fingers delicately over every ridge of his spine, every muscle, every fragment of bone. “I’m happy to have you back Heero,” he whispered, feeling the tears mist his eyes. “It’s Hell without you.”

Heero shivered under the touch. He could feel Duo’s emotions through those soft fingers. Love, tenderness, and sweet sexuality. It made him want to get down on his knees and cry. It made him want to just release every emotion he had stored up --- he wanted to be blown away by these new feelings.

“I’m happy to be back.” It was always how he replied. Simply, yet with a calm sincerity.

Duo laughed and slid his cool hands around his lover’s waist, resting his head between his shoulder blades. “I missed you so much. Did you miss me?”

Heero sighed contentedly and turned to look into the boy’s eyes. He sensed the tears that Duo was holding back. “I missed you. I thought I would die if I couldn’t have you in my arms tonight,” he murmured, bringing the boy closer to him so that they were both underneath the water.

Duo’s hair was soon plastered to his body, shining like molten caramel as it formed to his sleek muscles. He entwined his fingers into Heero’s dark hair and leaned forward, sweeping him into an intoxicating kiss.

Heero’s hot tongue burned its way into his mouth and caressed his lips. “Wash me?” he asked huskily.

“Happily.” He grabbed a bottle of herbal body wash and squeezed a generous amount of it onto a large, soft sponge. He knew that the boy loved to be well-lathered and sweet-smelling. It was something he had not expected when they first showered together. It had been a pleasant surprise.

Duo smiled lazily to himself as he ran the sponge in wide, circular motions over Heero’s broad chest. Thick suds slid down the boy’s stomach and gathered at his groin. When a fair amount of soap had been applied, he tossed the sponge aside and set to work with his own hands. He ran the palms of his hands languidly all over the youth’s hard chest and stomach, liking the feel of it slick with soap.

Heero groaned and leaned into the touch. He closed his cloudy blue eyes and murmured something in Japanese. “Duo...” he whimpered as the American began to stroke his nipples with caressing fingertips.

“I love it when you say my name like that,” he said as he pinched the hardening nubs.

The perfect soldier shuddered and moaned. He knew that Duo liked it when he voiced his arousal.

*I’ve never been this close to anyone or anything

I can hear your thoughts

I can see your dreams*

Duo’s breath trembled, and he closed his eyes in order to control his surfacing passions. Heero was such a marvel, such a wonderful and mysterious person. He enjoyed every single moment shared with the boy.

“Be with me,” Heero said suddenly, taking Duo by the shoulders and pulling him into a savage kiss. “Let me make love to you. I missed you so much.”

The American tore into the kiss with a fervent lust. He bit at his lover’s bottom lip and teased it with his tongue. “Then make love to me.”

Heero turned off the water and stepped out of the stall, wrapping himself in a giant towel. He opened it up and invited Duo in, who laughed gleefully and joined him within its thick folds of material. They stood there for a few minutes, content with holding one another as their bodies dried.

“How long are you staying?” Duo murmured as they made their way to the bed.

“I must leave again in the morning, my pet, but I will be back within three days. I promise.” He smelled the boy’s long, lustrous hair. “Lie down. I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going?” he asked as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

“I’ll be back. It’s a surprise.”

Heero left the room, and was gone for only a second before returning. “I brought you a flower,” he said, smiling. He held out a single pink carnation.

“Heero! It’s beautiful!” he exclaimed, taking the thickly petaled blossom and smelling of it deeply. It had a rich, almost spicy scent. And it was his favorite color. “You’ve never bought me a flower before.”

“I know how much you like them.” He watched his lover’s joyful face in silent heartache. Being so close to the youth was dangerous, but he didn’t care. He loved Duo.

“You can be so romantic when you want to be,” Duo whispered, and laid down on the bed. He spread his legs apart, ran his hands down his chest, and tilted his head back. “Mmm... Heero. I’ve been dreaming about you every night. Of what we would do when you got back. Make my dreams come true.”

This seductive display of need was making him hot. The perfect soldier grinned evilly and lay atop the American, sliding their nude bodies together ever so slowly. He took the pink carnation from Duo’s finely boned hands. Resting the tips of its silky petals in the middle of Duo’s chest, he trailed it down the center of the boy’s stomach.

It tingled over Duo’s soft flesh, and he let out a slight moan. “Better than my dreams,” he said through lusciously smiling lips.

*I don’t know how you do what you do

I’m so in love with you

It just keeps getting better*

Heero brushed the flower across the boy’s neck before leaning down and kissing it softly. He sprinkled gentle kisses all over the long column of his neck, tasting its masculine honey. “You taste better than what I remember,” he said.

“It’s only been a week.”

“An eternal week,” Heero murmured, enveloping him into a most supple kiss. Their lips twined together in a crescendo of silent love.

Duo sighed as Heero once again set to work with the flower. It swirled around his naval and went up again. He let out a short cry as the carnation brushed lightly over his dusky nipples, teasing them into hard pebbles.

“You like that, do you?” asked the Japanese pilot seductively as he caressed his companion’s neck with his hungry mouth, licking at it and sucking at it.

“Yes,” he groaned. “It’s a wonderful sensation.”

“I want you so badly,” Heero said in a desperate voice. Their eyes met, and he had to hold his breath. It felt as if he would choke on his own heart.

Duo ran his hands through the boy’s dark hair and pressed their lips together once again. “Then take me. Keep me. I have always been yours to have, Heero, whenever you want me,” he replied.

“I know.” He rolled Duo onto his back and straddled his lean waist. “As I have always been willing to be your possessor. Not just of your body, but of your heart. I want you, Duo Maxwell. I now realize that I always have.”

“Heero...” he whispered, tears filling his eyes.

“Duo.” He ran the carnation down the boy’s nose and over his sumptuous lips.


“I love you.” There. He had said it. And it wasn’t as difficult as he had believed it would be.

Duo only stared into his lover’s eyes, a storm of emotions raging within his own amethyst depths. His lips parted in shock. Heero took the initiative and kissed him passionately, letting his tongue seize control. He tasted the boy’s mouth, the desire mounting until it crackled in the very atmosphere.

The chestnut-haired youth slid his hands up and down his companion’s back, feeling the smooth skin. He was dizzy with need and burning up with desire. “I love you, Heero. Always have. I will forever.”

*I wanna spend the rest of my life

With you by my side

Forever and ever*

Heero’s breath had grown ragged as lust consumed him like some possessive demon. He tossed the carnation onto the pillow and licked his way down Duo’s chest, kissing each nipple wetly before laving a glistening trail down his middle. He lapped at the shallow naval there and slid his hands underneath his partner, supporting the small of his back.

“Mmm...” Duo moaned as the tip of his member was suddenly being tasted.

Heero teased it with the tip of his tongue, reveling in the feel of velvety skin under his sleek muscle. The smell of Duo’s arousal created an intoxicating turn on. He suckled on its tip gently, taking in its flavor and the bittersweet juices that it weeped.

The American arched into the touch like a wild cat. “Heero!”

The perfect soldier nuzzled the boy’s groin. It’s scent was just so rich.

*Every little thing that you do

Baby I’m amazed by you*

“You’re amazing, Heero.” He cried out as his manhood was completely enveloped into a hot, hungry mouth.

Heero sucked it strongly. He moved up and down its length slowly, enjoying his lover’s little gasps, sighs, and groans. It seemed forever since he had last heard those voices of passion. He mapped every vein of its underbelly with his tongue as he sucked.

“I’m ready now Heero,” Duo said breathlessly, close to climax.

The Japanese boy moved up and placed a soft kiss on his companion’s trembling lips. “Are you sure?”

“Aren’t I always ready for you?” he said through a sly grin.

Heero chuckled and drew up Duo’s long, smooth legs, draping them over his shoulders. “Do we have any lubrication left from last time?”

“No, but I bought some more. Scented, even.” He grabbed a tube of gel from under a pillow. It was as if he had planned the whole ordeal. “Do you like cherries?”

“You know I do.” He took the tube and squeezed an ample amount on two fingers. Then he was gently pushing into Duo’s tight little opening.

“Heero!” he murmured, eyes closed and hips surging upward to meet the soldier’s fingers.

*The smell of your skin

The taste of your kiss

The way you whisper in the dark*

Heero could not resist the throbbing vein in Duo’s long, white neck. He bent down to taste it as he worked at the boy’s orifice with his rough digits. “So good. So sweet,” he whispered, moving over to seize his lover’s lips into a barbaric kiss.

Duo cried out as Heero’s fingers stretched him open, but was muffled when savage lips closed over his own. He could smell cherries, sweat, and Heero’s own masculine scent.

Inserting a third finger, Heero began to move them in and out, side to side, trying to loosen him up as much as possible. He groaned as his manhood pulsed with need, painfully erect and dripping sticky clear fluids. Duo wrapped his hand around it and began to stroke. The perfect soldier shuddered and almost collapsed.

Finally, Duo was ready. Heero reluctantly moved away from the boy’s hand and let the tip of his arousal slide teasingly across his lover’s opening.

Duo’s eyes widened. “Do it now, Heero!”

“Patience, my pet.” He once again drew out the tube of gel and generously lubricated himself, slicking himself until he shone. “Would you like to do it for me?” he asked.

“Of course.” Duo placed both hands on Heero’s thick, quivering shaft and stroked it up and down. He squeezed the head gently with his fingertips, drawing forth a small stream of precum. He licked it from his finger and made a satisfied grunt. “You taste just as delicious as always.”

“You are much too kind,” he said disbelievingly as he let his member nudge against the youth’s waiting orifice. “Whisper to me, Duo, as I make love to you.”

The American nodded approvingly. He suddenly arched off the bed as Heero entered him. “Heero, you’re so tender, so gentle. I love you,” he whispered.

“I know.” He went into the boy tenderly, taking his time, not wanting to cause pain. The walls of Duo’s canal closed in around him, absorbing him, squeezing him in a possessive grip. It was his turn to cry out and lunge forward. He swiveled his hips and pushed in farther, harder, swifter.

“Ngh! Heero!”

*Your hair all around me

Baby you surround me

You touch every place in my heart*

He wiped the damp strands of caramel hair from Duo’s face as he entered him. “You’re so tight!” he called.

“Well thank you,” he said, trying to hide his pain behind a mask of humor.

Heero was all the way in, enveloped completely in his lover’s entrance, encased in a smoldering hot tightness. His face was dark with lust and desire. He started moving in and out with long, slow strokes.

“Harder,” Duo whimpered. He latched his legs to the Japanese boy’s back.

Heero was more than happy to oblige. He drew almost completely out before slamming himself back inside, knowing that this was the way his lover liked it. He made love to Duo, moving in and out with wild rolling motions of his hips. The bed banged up against the wall and clattered noisily over the wooden floor.

“So good, Heero. So good,” he murmured, matching the pace as he moved beneath him.

*It feels like the first time every time

I wanna spend the whole night

In your eyes*

Duo arched his lithe body and screamed Heero’s name as he went into climax. He bathed the perfect soldier’s chest and his own lower abdomen in his seed as it erupted from him like a small stream of pearly lava. It was so hot that it almost burned.

“Look at me, Duo!” Heero cried. He looked down into the boy’s darkened, shimmering violet eyes as they came. His own cobalt orbs were deep with fascination. No matter how many times he and Duo made love, it was always just as amazing. Always as intense as it had been their very first time.

Duo could feel the flood of warmth within himself as Heero came. His slender body trembled with the force of their release. He looked up into Heero’s sapphire eyes with such love and adoration that the perfect soldier thought he would collapse with the emotions that suddenly overflowed in his heart.

His muscular thighs went taught as he filled Duo with his seed. When finished, he completely lost all strength and fell atop his partner, wasted. His rib cage expanded as he struggled for breath. “That was so good.”

Duo could feel his pool of semen between their bodies beginning to dry. “Heero, my love, let’s go finish your shower,” he whispered.

“I’m too tired.” He rested his head into Duo’s chest as he lay on top of him.

*I don’t know how you do what you do

I’m so in love with you

It just keeps getting better*

“First the mission, then coming home to great sex. It’s all very tiring.” Heero sighed and rolled off of his companion to lay beside him. He pushed himself down until his head was level with Duo’s stomach and went to lick the semen from his skin.

Duo sighed as he watched the Japanese boy’s tongue lap up his spill eagerly. It was so erotic that he became hard again.

Heero propped himself up on one elbow and gazed down at his lover. “Not satisfied?”

“Are you sure you’re too tired? If not, we can take that shower...” He let his voice trail off suggestively.

“You little sex fiend. Let’s go.”

*I wanna spend the rest of my life

With you by my side

Forever and ever*

After making wild love in the shower and even in the floor, Duo passed out in Heero’s arms. He was immediately wrapped up in a deep, dreamless sleep, the act of having sex three times taking more out of him than he thought was possible.

Heero watched his sleeping lover through half-closed eyes, crooning to him in a deep voice. “You amaze me, my pet,” he murmured. “I will be here forever. I will always be by your side, because I love you.”

*Every little thing that you do

Baby I’m amazed by you.*

Heero knew he had to leave in the morning, so he stayed awake all night and watched Duo sleep.

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