Title: Console Wars
Author: Link Worshiper
Pairing: 1=2
Warnings: language, PWP lemon, fluff/sap, etc.
Stuff: GW and any referenced video games don't belong to me. Yet.

For Leslie, who wanted something to go with the blue pencil pr0n I posted before Christmas. She deserves it for being one of the many people that're way nicer to me than I probably deserve. Props to any FF dorks that can find the theme song references buried in here.

Also, I guess you could say this bad boy is blowing out the old year in place of the new one. Thank you to all of you who gave me so many wonderful memories that make my days worth living -- you guys who were there to hug me when things were good and to comfort me when things weren't so much. At the risk of sounding like a broken record, I love all of you I know through Heero and Duo and I continue to revel in that daily. Enjoy!

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"Ha! Beat that, flyboy!" Duo goaded, whipping the controller triumphantly over his head as he leapt to his feet and angled a mocking little bow in Heero's direction. "All the hyperspace rings and both bonus boxes in under two minutes, thankyouverymuch. You can just call me Fox fucking McCloud from now on." He tossed the controller into Heero's lap; "Now take it off."

Heero pressed himself into his corner of the sofa, peering at his longhaired friend from behind the safety of his long, thick bangs. "Don't you think you're more of a Falco Lombardi?" he retorted, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth and chewing it as if he wasn't sure what to do, if only for the sake of making sure Duo didn't enjoy his victory too much. He'd hopefully be getting his revenge next round anyway.

"The beater, Heero," Duo pressed impatiently, ignoring Heero's comment. "Lose it."

"If you so insist," Heero sighed nonchalantly as he bent forward slightly, clawing his tight, sleeveless shirt up over his head. The stretched fabric tousled his already messy hair as he pulled it off, purposefully tossing it at Duo when he finally was free of it. Now clad in only a pair of dark red boxers and his socks, Heero sat back against the sofa, lounging one arm across the back of it. "You're going down, Maxwell," he taunted casually, quirking an eyebrow at the other man.

"Oh ho, it's on now, 'Ro," Duo said, stooping down in front of the TV to rifle through the video game stack. Since it was Heero's turn, Duo got to select the game and name the challenge on his opponent. He and Heero had been having these friendly gaming tournaments for a few years now, ever since the pair had pooled some spare cash to buy a new system together. They'd since expanded to three consoles after the last next gen launch had found them disagreeing upon which one to invest in. The strip betting was a new penalty, though, but Duo blamed that solely on the six-pack they'd split before they'd started that day. Same reason they'd abandoned F-Zero a couple weeks ago to take to kissing each other instead. Though the kissing had stayed long after they'd sobered up a bit.

"I'm waiting," Heero prodded, a little half-smile on his face as he watched Duo waffle between two game cases. He personally wasn't really all that averse to staring at Duo while he was only wearing a long pair of basketball shorts. He liked the way the mesh material rolled down and pooled at the tops of Duo's thighs with the way he was sitting, too.

After a little more debate, Duo finally settled on a game, tossing his discarded choice haplessly over one shoulder as he turned to load his selection into the console whirring patiently beside him. "I sure hope you got your Metroid on, buddy," Duo said as he replaced Starfox in its proper case.

Heero's expression was smug as he took up the controller, more than ready to beat Duo at his own game. "Samus might as well be my girlfriend," Heero retorted, flicking through the start menu to load a game file. Duo shot him a meaningful stare, and Heero quickly amended, "If she was my type, I mean." He smiled softly at Duo, undermining the competitive air between them, but also causing Duo to relax again.

Satisfied that Heero wasn't going to run off with any fictional bounty hunters, Duo cut to the chase. "Alright, alright," he said, waving one hand frenetically as the game loaded up a particularly enemy-ridden level. "Let's see you splatter some alien brains. Beat my high score on this one - if you can, that is," Duo instructed as he moved to settle back on the couch next to Heero, crossing his arms as he sat down again.

It went without saying that Heero was pretty good at Metroid. He had the precision and the reflexes needed to be truly skillful at such a dexterous first-person shooter. And with his almost impeccable memory, the complicated layout of the map was of no real hindrance to the former Wing Zero pilot either. All in all, Heero was doing much better than Duo had anticipated, dashing his pride over the rather impressive high score he'd set in place for this level. Especially when Heero managed to more or less decimate it.

"You've got to be practicing behind my back," Duo sniffed as Heero tossed the controller aside, his victory secured. "No fair cheating like that!"

"If that's the case," said Heero, leaning a cheek in one hand, "then I ought to complain about the midnight sessions of Super Smash; I don't appreciate you trying to one-up my best character with cheap moves."

Duo was indignant at Heero's accusation. "You're the grand master of cheap moves in that game!" he complained with an insulted scoff. "It's never fair playing you!"

"Life isn't fair, Duo," Heero replied calmly, his hand still supporting his chin languidly, his eyes half closed as he waited for the inevitable. "Now, as for those shorts of yours - off." He jerked his head to the side a bit to illustrate his meaning. In his eagerness for Duo to hurry up, he couldn't help but lick his lips. He'd be a damned liar if he tried to say Duo's thighs hadn't fueled a number of growing fantasies for quite some time now. He'd be shameless if he admitted how much he liked them and the way they curved into his torso.

"Down boy," said Duo, not so oblivious that he didn't notice the feral glint in Heero's dark blue eyes. He ripped his shorts off fast, like he was in the NBA, and carelessly threw them at Heero in retaliation.

"Nice drawers," Heero sniggered, regarding Duo's little orange boxer briefs with an appraising eye. He very much liked the way the clingy cotton hung against the turn of Duo's hips and how they pinched a tiny roll of baby fat over the navy blue waistband.

Meanwhile, Duo was busy counting himself really fortunate for deciding to wear underwear that day. The extra clothing kept him in the game for at least one more round and defeat simply wasn't an option! "There's no sense in wearing your lucky rocket ship underwear if no one ever sees it," he told Heero glibly, patting the image monogrammed over one ass cheek.

"Put that away, Maxwell," Heero said with a roll of his eyes, pushing the controller aside and getting up to make his choice for the next game. He held up a golden box with a familiar sword and shield crossed through the age-old classic's title, his expression smug. "Your lucky rocket ship underwear against my fastest time in the horse race?" he prodded, shaking the box lightly to and fro. "I think not."

The fire of the challenge sparked up even brighter in Duo's eyes, though it was sort of hard to take him seriously in his ridiculous undergarments. "Give it here," Duo clucked, rolling with confidence. "This is a cake walk for the resident chocobo race guru. It'll be a world of ruin for you."

A hand on each hip and looking just as ridiculous as Duo in his state of undress, Heero scoffed, "A lucky streak, to be sure." He walked steadily back towards the sofa and hitched a bent knee up on the cushion next to Duo's hip as he leaned in close enough to whisper into Duo's ear. "Bet I could top your best chocobo time with both hands tied behind my back."

Duo retreated to the other arm of the couch, blinking at Heero stupidly for a few seconds before a decidedly dark expression settled in his wide eyes. His grin was nothing short of beastly as he pressed, "You bet me?"

A nervous swallow dropped down Heero's throat when he realized the corner he'd just painted himself into. There was no backing out of this gracefully, either. "Yeah," he managed to choke out. He swallowed again and regained a bit more of his former confidence; "I bet you."

"Really, now..." Duo mused, suddenly on his feet and stroking his chin. "Well, if you're so confident..." he murmured as he switched off the console and hastily started unplugging it so he could replace it with the other platform. He popped in his favourite Final Fantasy and turned the system on before swaggering back to the couch with the controller hanging from one hand. He discarded it in Heero's lap in favour of more interesting ways to busy his hands, leaning in close to Heero as his fingertips slid down the length of his opponent's arms. He held Heero's wrists fast behind his back as he continued to whisper into Heero's ear, his lips ghosting across the organ's twisted cartilage. "I'll let you have it if you can even finish this way," he said as the epic title theme music of the game overtook the vid screen's speaker system.

If Heero was nervous about what he'd gotten himself into, Duo never knew it. "Get that set up," Duo whispered, punctuating the command with a small peck against his temple before standing up. "I'll be right back." Heero found himself privately commending his self-preservation skills as he loaded up one of Duo's files and started maneuvering the party towards the chocobo race. He couldn't tell if Duo was still al little tipsy from the alcohol or if he was just being mischievous. Either way, he wasn't sure how he ought to handle it. Helplessly, he pinched the controller's cord between his fingers, fiddling with it incessantly as he waited for Duo to get back. The game's orchestrated score, usually a soothing background noise, was doing nothing to settle Heero's nerves.

Duo returned moments later, Heero's cashmere scarf and the knit one Hilde had made him last Christmas stretched between his hands. Heero eyed him warily as he returned to the sofa, that same impish expression written on his boyish features. "What's your game, Maxwell?" he wanted to know, embarrassed that his voice had cracked a little as he said that.

"Oh, you know - this and that," Duo drawled as he tossed the scarves over his shoulder. He grabbed Heero's wrists and hastily pulled them behind his back, whipping the knit scarf around them in a quick but secure knot. Heero knew he should have more or less expected something like this, but that still left the question of the other scarf. There was no way Duo had brought it along just because he couldn't decide which one would be better suited to keeping Heero's hands out of this round. Curiosity was quick to get the better of him.

"Hmm? This?" Duo casually lifted the scarf and twirled it in front of Heero's eyes, nonchalant as if he hadn't realized it was with him until now. The grin that stretched across Duo's face was one that Heero deemed as nothing less than dangerous, and he couldn't help the tiny gulp that slipped down his throat at the mere sight of it. "Oh, this," he clarified to himself, pulling it between his hands and staring at it amazedly again, that hazardous smile still in place. "Heh, I thought we'd really test your skills on this one."

Heero worried his lip at the thought of what that might entail but chose to keep his eyes focused on the screen instead. The sight of the cute, yellow chocobos at least maintained the illusion that maybe he would make it out of this with at least a little of his pride intact. That image was the last thing Heero saw, however, because before he knew it, his eyes were suddenly masked with a flood of dark blue cashmere as Duo whipped the scarf around Heero's head and knotted it in place. "Duo!" Heero startled, his shoulders going tense. "What the hell is this?"

Duo moved his lips to Heero's ear again, murmuring softly, "Don't you - what's the word I want?" He nudged his profile against the side of Heero's face, his skin burning against Heero's cheek as he made a show of trying to figure out the answer to his own question. He let out a small noise of realization after a few moments. "Ah..." he purred; "Don't you trust me?"

Red blush stormed beneath the blue line of scarf crossing Heero's upper face as he nodded slowly. Duo's hand was moving across his chest and into his lap, plucking the controller up and, after tinkering around in the game a bit, tossing it onto the floor by Heero's feet, knowing Heero was smart enough to figure out how he was intended to play through the race with his current handicaps. Heero, meanwhile, was busy thinking about how unnecessarily cruel Duo was being with this teasing. And knowing Duo's knack for improvisation, Heero was willing to bet the socks off his feet that there was more in store for him - more than he was currently prepared for. He licked his lips again, unsure if he should be eager or not.

"Just tap the X button when you're ready to go, doll," Duo said, still breathing his words huskily into Heero's ear. He leaned his chin on Heero's shoulder, amusedly watching as Heero groped for the controller with his feet, giving the left joystick an experimental swirl with his toes as he pressed down on the X button with his right big toe. The classic chocobo trainer's theme music filled the room, but Duo was quick to mute the sound with a deft flick of the remote. "I know you're familiar with the course," he said by means of explanation, "but I don't want you getting distracted by anything but me - oh, left turn coming up."

Heero pushed the joystick with his curled left foot, holding it in place as best he could with his right. The socks he'd been thankful to for keeping him in the running for a few extra rounds were sabotaging his control over the chocobo, which he could tell without even seeing the screen; the controller kept sliding around beneath the white cotton.

"Might want to hit that boost," Duo advised, unexpectedly placing a cautionary hand against the small of Heero's back. The longhaired American smirked darkly as Heero jumped at the touch, finding it amusing how the jolt caused Heero to accidentally lead the yellow bird on the screen toddled in an odd circle. "You'll lose precious seconds - sharp right turn - like that."

"I'm trying, Duo," Heero said through grit teeth. Truth be told, he'd since forgotten the high score and had become a bit more preoccupied with merely finishing the race without embarrassing himself. It was hard to focus on the task at hand when he couldn't stop thinking about how many things might unfold with him tied up and completely at Duo's mercy like this. The situation reminded him of one or two fantasies he was too bashful to ever admit he'd been kinky enough to dream up.

Heero's thoughts were derailed by more direction from Duo. "Another right and another boost right... now," he said, his eyes wandering away from the vid screen and down the length of Heero's body. He let out an appreciative whistle, unable to resist laying his hand on Heero's hard abdomen. "Little nervous, are we?" he wondered, feeling the way the muscles were quivering beneath his wandering palm as he pushed it further down, daring to dip his fingertips beneath the waistband of Heero's boxers when he reached the end of his track. Onscreen, the chocobo danced in another unnatural pattern across the middle of the track. "Left again," Duo said casually, acting blissfully unaware of how his idle touching was driving Heero mad with desire.

Heero desperately wished he could tell how far along in the course he was so he'd be able to count down how much longer he'd have to suffer this torture. He was close to just admitting defeat so he could just cast off this ruse and let Duo have his wicked way with him, but his damned pride kept getting in the way. Still, he could feel his cock beginning to stir a bit, and though it was safely buried within the confines of his boxers for now, that would only last for so long. He should have known he was screwed the second he handed Duo the reins on this one. He wanted to tell Duo to stop having so much fun with this, but then again, he knew he was averse to not having an excuse to let Duo paw him so. Why did the one with a sadistic streak a mile wide have to be the one who appealed to him best?

"Mm, you're getting there, babe," Duo informed Heero, though he was far more interested in the way Heero's thighs were tensing to really give much more of a report than that. He liked the insinuations of the double entendre the comment brought to mind. He knew that Heero liked it when he kissed him, but Duo was willing to bet that Heero was interested in a lot more than just that. Duo wasn't complaining, though; he'd wanted that kind of thing from Heero even before he'd known him well enough to decide that he never wanted to kiss Heero goodbye. And there had been plenty of time for Duo to come to that realization since he'd first met Heero.

Meanwhile, poor Heero was struggling in more ways than one. It was driving him crazy not knowing the status of the race, but Duo's cuddling was even worse. He wanted to shuck of the pretenses and find Duo's lips with his, consequences be damned. "How much further?" he demanded to know, his impatience glistening in his tone.

"Whack that bad boy - you've got a straight shot to the end," Duo said, whetting his palate with a cursory taste of the soft skin padding Heero's jaw. The chocobo race was no longer important to him either, and he was anxious to get busy with Heero as soon as possible. If there was one thing Duo Maxwell didn't do well, it was waiting. Especially when Heero Yuy was part of the equation.

Duo hardly allowed the big display of 'Congratulations!' to flash onto the screen when Heero's chocobo crossed the finish line before he'd grabbed Heero roughly around the midsection and dragged him close for a kiss. Momentarily forgetting that Heero was still tied up and blindfolded, Duo opened his mouth to Heero and savagely dragged Heero's tongue against his in a desperate effort to drink in a good taste of the other man. The vibrations of Heero's quiet murmuring fell pleasantly against Duo's lips, but he was barely listening as Heero tried to grind out a series of indistinguishable protests.

When Heero finally managed to pull himself away long enough to get a coherent sentence out, he used the chance to blurt, "How did I do?"

Though the grin was lost on Heero's blindfolded eyes, Duo's lips curled upwards in a dastardly smile. "Oh, you won, baby," he insisted, already reaching for Heero again. "You won." He crushed his lips against Heero's once more, and this time, Heero didn't make any indication he wanted to stop.

"So you..." Heero mumbled against Duo's mouth, "... have to lose the rocket ship briefs?" He drew back for a moment, shaking his head in an effort to indicate the blindfold. "Take this off so I can watch," he told Duo.

"Well, I didn't lose, either," Duo drawled, touching his chin thoughtfully, another motion that was lost on Heero's eyes. "You still didn't beat my score."

Heero wriggled uncontrollably, though it was more out of frustration than annoyance. "Whose fault is that?" he demanded to know as an indignant scoff rose from Duo's throat. "You can't complain about cheating after a stunt like that."

"Alright," Duo said with an inconsequential shrug, innocent mischief still adorning his features. "So it's a draw on this one," he went on, his eyes pointedly fixed on Heero's lap. He could tell he wasn't the only one who found this situation to be an opening for some potentially entertaining fun of a different sort. He inched closer to Heero again, his hand already starting to wander towards the waistband of those temptingly red boxers. "But as of right now," he leered, close to Heero's ear again as his fingers slipped back underneath the elastic, "all bets are... off." He gave the boxers a satisfying tug, shamelessly pulling them far enough down Heero's thighs to allow Heero's stiffening erection to spring free of its cloth prison. The sight of it found Duo licking his lips in delicious anticipation of all the games he could play with Heero now.

The unexpected chill that brushed between his legs left Heero shivering a little, though whether the reason for it was the actual cold or the thought that Duo had just stripped him of his underwear was still up in the air. He could feel the rough pads of Duo's fingers stroking his skin every now and then as he rolled the red fabric down his legs, leaving a wake of gooseflesh as they worked their way lower and lower with unnatural slowness. "What are you after now, Duo?" Heero asked, nibbling his lower lip.

"I think you know," murmured Duo as he bent low over Heero's lap so he could push the boxers off over his sock-clad feet. He could smell that heavy scent lingering between Heero's thighs, and he could barely resist dipping his head for just a few, indulgent seconds to breathe deeply of it. He gave the head of Heero's cock a teasing kiss, laughing a little when it jumped excitedly at the attention. "Looks like someone else wants to play," he growled, giving Heero's cock a fast nudge with the tip of his nose. His questing eyes rolled down the curve of Heero's leg and over the edge of the sofa, his roguish smile intensifying when he espied the discarded controller still lying innocuously by Heero's foot. Momentarily abandoning Heero's need, he snatched up the controller and bounced back against the sofa, sinking into a comfortable gaming position.

"Duo-o!" Heero moaned, ashamed at how piteous he sounded. He couldn't help it, though - not with the way Duo had been tantalizing him with such pleasurable ministrations. He once again cursed his taste in men.

"Now, now, eyes on me, Heero," Duo chided, absently wagging a finger at Heero's blindfolded face and smirking at the irony. "Nothing's ever fun if you don't work for it a little." He was guiding the onscreen party away from the racecourse and into one of the game's random battles, their movements unknown to Heero due to the lack of sound. "We're gonna start playing this my way," he informed Heero glibly.

"When do we ever not?" Heero asked, his teeth grit together apprehensively. God knew what Duo had in mind. All he could think about was his poor, neglected arousal and how unfairly it was being treated. He wished Duo would touch it again, or, if it was such an inconvenience, that Duo would at least untie his wrists so he could do it himself.

Heero didn't see the telltale glint in Duo's eyes as he purposefully inflicted damage on one of his own characters, setting off the controller's rumble pak just as he whipped the device to the inside of Heero's thigh. The purring shake of the controller thrummed against the sensitive skin there, eliciting an unabashed moan of desire from Heero. "Cheap shot," Heero managed to groan as Duo pulled the controller away.

"You love it," Duo accused knowingly, arching an eyebrow at Heero as he repeated the same action, pressing the shaking controller into the fold where Heero's leg joined with his torso. He loved watching the effect the stimulation had over Heero - how he'd throw his head back and purr as his cock arched higher, its tip already slick with precum.

"S-Suteki da ne," Heero panted as Duo relentlessly pressed the controller against the length of his hardened penis, dragging it quickly along the thick shaft as it rumbled again. It hadn't taken him long to figure out what Duo was doing to get him off, and good as it felt, he couldn't help but long to feel the warmth of Duo's actual hand again. The wish was eradicated momentarily when Duo slid the controller beneath his balls, and he found himself thinking about how no one was going to want to play video games with them for a long time. Not until they invested in a new set of controllers - or latex gloves.

"Oh, we're just getting started," Duo teased, finally bored with the controller. He pushed it back to the floor and fell onto the sofa cushions beside Heero on all fours, more than satisfied with how quickly Heero's arousal had responded to his playfulness. He figured that such efficiency should be well rewarded; it was the only fitting thing to bestow on a man like Heero. That, of course, didn't mean he planned to exercise such a quality when it came to doling out said reward. He nuzzled at the hard contours of Heero's finely shaped arm, lips inching upwards and over the curve of his shoulder before falling down the front of his narrow torso with a rain of gentle kisses. His nostrils were overwhelmed by that unmistakable musk that coated Heero's sex as he neared his prize, and it drove Duo wild with anticipation. He wanted to taste Heero - to lick and kiss and suck his cock until he could taste Heero coming hard into his waiting mouth. He'd wanted to do it for far too long - wanted Heero for far too long.

Though Heero couldn't see Duo bent over his lap, he could feel the heat of Duo's breath as it around his groin, and it was all he could do to keep from thrusting upwards in a blind attempt to ram his cock into Duo's open mouth. "Please, please," he begged as his own breathing became so ragged, the words were starting to sound completely garbled. His chest heaved as the excitement built up inside, threatening to burst free and snap his ribs with its sheer force. He could feel Duo's tormenting lips carefully nipping at his penis, and his teeth gnashed together harshly, his lips curling inwards as he fought to keep from coming right there. The corners of his mouth were even starting to hurt with the strain as Duo took to lightly licking his way down the hard shaft, like he was tasting a candy he wasn't sure if he wanted to put into his mouth just yet.

Finally, not even Duo could bear to keep up this charade, and in one fell swoop, he bent his head and captured the head of Heero's cock in his mouth, sweeping his tongue around it as he slowly began to sink down on the rest of the hard flesh, swallowing Heero inch by glorious inch. He could feel Heero's body coiling and congealing as his tender assiduousness brought Heero closer and closer to the edge of his wits. He breathed deeply for one luxurious moment when he'd pushed his mouth down as far as he could bear to on Heero's cock and then pulled back only to suck the hard organ back down with twice the confidence now that he'd gotten a feel for it. It was damp with that virile taste that Duo had expected, but it was still laced with that sweetness that flavoured the rest of Heero's body. He'd never had anything so delicious and knew immediately he would be hard-pressed to find something he liked better.

Heero let the tension that had been welling up inside of him escape in a series of grunts as he lifted his hips to meet Duo's sinking lips. The simple knot securing the cashmere scarf around his head began to loosen as he tossed it from side to side as Duo's mouth continued to ride his hard cock with shameless abandon, and before long, the blue strip of cloth was slipping from his eyes, hanging limply around his neck in a more traditional fashion. Still, even with his vision restored, Heero found that all he could see was streaks of bleary colour as Duo's sucking became a bit fiercer. Daring to glance down, he found the sight of Duo so avidly worshiping his sex - the sight of Duo letting him fuck his mouth so willingly - was almost too much to stand. He felt that familiar weight in his belly, though this time it seemed like tenfold than what he'd experienced by himself, as his endurance started to unravel.

Duo knew Heero's stamina had reached its threshold even before he heard the cautionary whimper that rolled off Heero's tongue. He tensed himself, widening his lips to accommodate the hot flood of semen that suddenly filled his mouth and leaked down his chin. He tried to swallow as much as he could but found his reflexes weren't fast enough to keep up with Heero as he continued to unload his desire into the wet cavern of Duo's mouth. A bit of the white fluid dribbled back down Heero's cock, pooling in the crease of his thigh. Heero's body drooped beneath Duo as he spent the last of himself with the strength of his climax, and Duo slowly pulled back, settling on his calves as he regarded Heero through half-lidded eyes. He smeared the remains of Heero's passion across his bottom lip, brushing it into his mouth with the tips of his middle and index fingers. "Did that... satisfy?" he asked, drawing the pair of fingers deep into his mouth and simulating what he'd just done between Heero's legs.

Heero, though breathless after his mind-blowing orgasm, still had the presence of mind to offer a retort. "Let the evidence speak for itself," he murmured, already feeling the stirrings of more need. He didn't want this to end here. They were already so close, and he knew Duo wouldn't be opposed to continuing. Still, he didn't want to seem promiscuous or too assuming. Wriggling, he said, "Untie me, Duo."

Duo pouted, not at all ready to let his pretty captive go free so easily. "Why should I?" he asked, turning his nose into the air.

"Because," Heero said, his voice dipping to a low, sultry octave that immediately recaptured Duo's attention, "if you do, I might let you use these scarves to lash me to the headboard."

Duo's shoulders heaved uncontrollably at the images such a promise evoked. When Heero stood and offered his bound wrists to Duo, Duo didn't even take a second to think about it before he undid the improvised knot that held them together. He whipped the knit scarf off Heero's wrists with a flourish, twirling it back and using it to whip Heero's bare ass temptingly as the Japanese man massaged his wrists. A seductive smirk rode his lips as he arched one stern eyebrow at Duo and said, "Follow if you want - and don't forget to turn everything off down here. I have a feeling we won't be coming back for a while." With that, he walked towards the stairs, the cashmere scarf fluttering around his otherwise naked body as he moved. He lingered on the first step and spoke over his shoulder, one hand resting lightly on the banister; "I'll be ready for you - this time."

Duo watched him, his eyes drawn to Heero's tight ass as he continued up the staircase, a vision that instigated a myriad of devious images in his overly active imagination. He glanced down at the scarf stretched between his hands and thought about the tantalizing offer Heero had made him, knowing full well that Heero would never say something like that in jest. That dastardly grin of his spread across his features again as he thought about Heero naked and spread out on the bed with his hands tied over his head, begging for him with even more fervor than before. Oh yeah; he'd tap that. Almost immediately, he was on his feet and on his way after his best friend - soon to be best lover.

On his way, he had to stop to give the waistband of his boxer briefs a satisfied snap. Lucky underwear, indeed.

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Hope that satisfied. I fail at PWPs. Also, I finished it after having a beer too many. Go team XD