The Bonding of Enemies

The Bonding of Enemies

Title: The Bonding of Enemies
Author: Psycho Ferret
Warning: yaoi lemon, angst, reference to past abuse, sap
Status: Complete - Pairing: 6x2
Summary: Duo and Zechs spend a delightful morning after their first night together.

Pairing: 6x2
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimers: I do not own GW or any of the contents within. I really wish I did, but I don't. So... yeah.

Bonding with Enemies

By Psycho Ferret

/The boy was alone. At least for now. His short chocolate brown hair draped over his eyes. Blue eyes filled with what he would later comprehend as fear. He couldn't understand fear at this age. He only knew it as the gnawing feeling that seeped into his heart when he saw the man. When he saw the leather belt raised in a clenched fist, only to be driven down, making contact with the boy's skin. The boy didn't know what to do. So he would cry. But the man yelled at him not to cry.

No, the boy did not understand fear. He didn't understand that the man took out his anger on him because the man's wife died while giving birth to the boy. He didn't understand it when his skin stung and bled when the brown leather belt struck his skin. The brown belt the same color as his hair. And then the man would leave him there, bleeding and crying. He wouldn't help the boy. He never helped the boy./

Duo sat up from his curled up position on a couch. A strange couch. It was Zech's couch. He couldn't figure out why Zech's couch was in his apartment. And then it dawned on him. He was surrounded by Zech's walls too. He finally remembered the night before. The night he began to question his sexual preference.

With a smirk, he clambered off of the couch, pulling on a pair of dark blue boxers and his black leather pants. Quickly, he pulled on the white wife beater that was laying next to the couch. The waist length chocolate brown hair was swept up into a loose ponytail clasped at his neck. A great yawn escaped, drawing a chuckle from him afterwards. He barely picked up the sound of water running in the bathroom.

He trudged into the kitchen, whipping up some coffee. He poured the steaming liquid into two mugs, took one for himself, and took a seat on the couch again. He heard the water stop, and not long after, footsteps. Some shuffling occurred in the bedroom, before Zechs Merquise, clad in black vinyl bondage pants and a black T-shirt sporting the words "Don't read my shirt", emerged, his beautiful platinum blonde hair falling loose over him like a shimmering blanket. The light bounced off the droplets of water still making a home on the silk. He picked up the mug of coffee, and took a seat in the chair opposite Duo.

They greeted each other with the usual nods, but the conversation went no further.

Duo and Zechs had been friends ever since the end of the war. They felt that out of all the surviving pilots, they got along with each other the best. Zechs and Noin had been going out secretly during the war for a while, but after finding out that Zechs was attracted to men (he suddenly realized it as well), she dumped him. With good reason.

And suddenly, Zechs broke the silence. "Do you regret it, Duo?" his voice was chillingly soft and calm. The man's voice brought the American out of his thoughts. After a rapid succession of blinks, he looked at the former OZ official.

"Do you... regret last night?" And this time, the man couldn't keep the quiver from his voice. It was faint, but Duo picked up on it.

Do I? How do I feel about last night? About... being with him? And being gay? Gay... that's one word I never saw describing myself. No. I don't regret it. Last night, I was happy. For once. I was happy. I felt safe there, in his arms. But can I tell him? The beautiful angel sitting there before me?

"No. I don't regret it, Zechs. Last night was... was magical. It was wonderful." And to add a little 'umph' to his claim, he plopped down in the taller man's lap, leaning his head against his chest.

All that I could think of to do to convince him was to kiss him. So I did. I inclined my head towards him, and waited for soft lips to meet. And soon they did. I saw him start, but quickly, he calmed. My mouth engulfed his, suckling on his lower lip. I waited expectantly for his lips to part, an open passageway. As soon as there was an opening, my tongue slipped through, teasing his own. On impulse, his darted out, toying.

Our kiss deepened. Heh, it didn't really bother me anymore. So I was gay. Who cares?

The moment his tongue made contact with my own, I was in Heaven. I knew he wasn't frightened by his change. By the way I changed him.

That morning I had awoken with Duo's naked body in my arms. His beautiful brown hair teased my chest as he leaned his pretty head against me. My first instinct was to kiss him. But then it hit me. I was Duo's first. I was the first man he had slept with. I had changed him. What was I to do? I couldn't undo the wicked things I had done to him. What if I had hurt him?

That aspect was what worried me the most. Had I hurt him? If I had, I would have never forgiven myself. Duo had been my center of attraction for quite some time. Ever since I first saw him beside Heero and the others, I knew. I had to be with him. At least once.

And that one time was Heaven. I now know why they call it "lovemaking." I only hope it was as nice for him, as it was me.

And then I heard him say those words. "No. I don't regret it, Zechs." My heart skipped a beat, and before I knew it, I had blurted it out. "Nani!?" I couldn't believe it. My center of lust had not hated me for that one night? But what if it did not last? That was one thing I couldn't bear.

With those words, my heart burst. Pure joy emerged. Suddenly, my name seemed so perfect coming from his lips. So unbelievably perfect. I placed two fingers to his lips, brushing them gently across the flesh before leaning down to engulf the man in another kiss.

He responded forcefully. This time, our tongues dueled full force. Dodging and twisting. Neither came out victorious. The kiss left me breathless. It was as if with that one pressing of our lips, he had stolen my will to breathe. I could die a happy man.

The kiss sent a tingling sensation through me. The feel of his lips on mine sent shivers through my spine. And that's when I truly realized it. I loved him. My mind had finally given up on Hilde and had taken a new liking. Or had I cared about him like this before? Ah, one would never know. When he broke the kiss, I think I whimpered softly. I distinctly remember pouting at him. He began to nibble on my lower lip, much to my surprise.

When he began pouting... well it was too much. He looked so unbelievably sexy. I could feel the stirring between my thighs. So I started the initiative. I nibbled on his lip. He tensed slightly at first, and I looped my arms around him, pulling him against me. Then he began to relax. I laced his slightly exposed neck with butterfly kisses, allowing my tongue to dart out and nip at the tender flesh. He moaned softly into my hair. Rudely, my kisses were interrupted by his shirt. With a soft grumble, I looped my fingers under the offensive piece of clothing and slowly began to pull it off.

That feather-soft touch made me ache. Every brush of his fingers on my skin enthralled me, burned me. It was pure ecstasy.

I squirmed out of my shirt, moaning as he set to bruising my flesh with whisper-light kisses. One pair of wandering fingers flicked idly at my recently pierced nipples. Short bursts of fiery pleasure ran through me. Involuntarily, I arched my back.

It was amazing having this much control over him. And his soft moaning was intoxicating. One hand continued to toy with his now erect nipples, while the other gently brushed against the bulge in his jeans. He drew in a sharp breath, bucking his hips against my waiting palm.

Although he whimpered in protest, I took time to slip out of my recently donned clothing.

Careful not to cause him to erupt, I removed the remaining items of clothing he wore, tossing them into the rapidly growing pile. I now stood above him, smiling down at the beautiful man on my couch. The beautiful naked man.

I forgot my own desires as I reveled in him standing naked before me. I slipped off the couch onto my knees, taking his hard member into my hand. I felt him tense slightly under my touch, but quickly, he relaxed.

Having not done so before, I hesitated with my next movements. My index finger found the base of his cock, drawing a groan from him. Slowly, I brought the finger up the length of it, all the while enjoying the whimpers. I noticed his legs trembling slightly. I looked up at him, only to find his angelic face scrunched in a look of pure ecstasy. I softly told him to kneel beside me, and he did so quickly. The sight of his body covered in a sheen of sweat only sent me to do his bidding quicker.

When first touched by soft fingers, I tensed in order to control myself. When my thin partner drew his pointer up my length, I couldn't hold back the trembling that threatened. I closed my eyes, content with him touching me.

I was honestly under his control. As long as his hands were on me, I was his servant. I thankfully sank to my knees when instructed. His graceful stroking began to soothe my desires, but also propelled me closer to the edge. I indeed moaned several times during this act.

I remembered the night before, when he had pleased me, so I decided to pay him back the favor. My tongue darted out to tease his tip, drawing a sharp gasp from him. Again I teased the hardened member with a quick poke of my tongue. Again and again I did so, making sure to avoid his tip now, wanting to make this last as long as possible.

As I kneeled there, I could feel the soft carpet rubbing against my shaft, heightening my joy.

I could stand it no longer! Barely able to stop myself from pushing myself into his mouth, I pleaded him to finish it.

Upon taking me into his mouth, my hand went to his head, loosing the chestnut brown hair and immersing my fingers in it. I bit down on my lower lip to halt me from screaming. My hips bucked forward instinctively, shoving my length into the back of his throat. But even then I did not release.

Zech's gentle fingers lifted my sensitive cock in his hand and slowly began rubbing it along the inside of his palm.

For a moment I paused to revel in the feeling before returning to my past project.

One hand rested on the floor to keep my balance, while the other kept busy supporting his bulge and toying with his balls. My mouth slid over the thing, unable to ignore my own closeness to relinquishment. And then, it happened.

Ah!! Pure ecstasy! I stiffened as I released into his throat, only to feel him explode into my hand not seconds after. I could hear my own ecstatic scream mingle with his. After he took in all my release, he allowed me to lap at the liquid on my hand.

Then I embraced him in a kiss. I could taste myself on his ivory lips. It too was intoxicating.

Almost at the same time, we released. I quickly took in all his seed that I could before he licked his fingers dry of me.

The kiss was enthralling. Salty, yet satisfying. With a tired sigh, I collapsed against him, only to be enveloped by his strong arms. I slowly closed my eyes as my head rested against his chest.

"I love you Duo." He whispered softly into my ear, nipping at its flesh. Then, he rested his cheek upon the top of his head, golden hair falling about us like a meager blanket of shimmering silk.

"I love you too, Zechs." With that taken care of, I snuggled against him, soon falling into a pleasant sleep.