Slowly one deep blue eye opened to survey its environment. Blearily perceived, red satin pillows and bed linens were thoroughly disheveled as if a couple of children had been jumping on the bed, pulling everything loose and throwing them around in glee. The corner of the occupant's mouth quirked in the start of a wry grin, for despite his and his companion's ages, the description wasn't completely off the mark.
Duo, too, felt disheveled, and as he woke the rest of the way up, he realized his long hair was completely out of the braid, spilled randomly around him where he lay in the mess of linens on his stomach... which chose that moment to growl, reminding him he was hungry.
"Wha... time is it?" he groggily asked of the air, hoping someone was listening. Someone like his co-conspirator in the Bed Destruction event of the previous evening. But silence greeted his inquiry, and, having cracked the other eye open, he blinked and started to look around.
Messy bed... Duo with artlessly spilled hair... no co-conspirator. "Mmmm, Z? You around?"
Then he woke up enough to realize two critical facts. One, he was alone in the room. Two, he had a glorious sensation in the nether regions, due to the previous evening's strenuous activity which was mostly responsible for the condition of the bed. It could technically be considered a soreness, but it felt too good to leave it at that. It was a lovely sensation of... well, no real delicate way to put it, but Duo felt an incredible sense of being well and lovingly used.
Yeah... The grin resolved itself completely.
But... "Hey...?" The cause of that lovely feeling was obviously missing and he was talking to red satin pillows. Pulling himself slowly to a sitting position, Duo wrapped his arms around a pillow to take off a little bit of chill as he peered around. Yep, his lover was definitely absent. "Hey..." he repeated, but more sulkily and to himself this time.
Only silence called back to him. Not even a whisper of sound from the outer rooms of the suite.
"Well... damn," Duo muttered. He contemplating getting up, pulling on a pair of pants and stalking out to go find the damn man that was supposed to be waking up with him. He mused on whether it would be best to go back to sleep. He realized his stomach was going to keep him awake despite the languidity in his limbs. "Hmmm, breakfast in bed the morning after would have been my first choice," he added with a half-hearted flounce. Damn, but he didn't have much energy to do even that... but it did feel so damn, fucking, fantastically good...
It occurred to him that his better half was possibly absent in order to let him sleep peacefully. After all, their bed romp had been particularly strenuous... though hadn't his lover been, er, doing most of the work? Even so, had he really wanted Duo to wake up alone? Was last night just not that special to him to risk that?
Duo sighed... then froze. He knew the other man better than that... so...
His intuition itching, Duo glanced over his shoulder to see Zechs Merquise standing a short distance away, naked but for a short, open dressing robe over which his own magnificent fall of platinum hair spilled to his waist. He was resting his weight back on one foot as if relaxing in a standing position for some time - how long HAD he been there?! - his ice blue eyes glittering, the thin lips curved into a smile.
Duo blinked; Zechs had definitely not been there a minute ago, and he definitely had not heard a sound. "Where in God's name did you come from?"
The smile broadened. "Behind the curtain," came the luscious baritone of his lover. "I wanted to watch you wake up."
Still craning his head back over his shoulder, Duo grinned. "Like what you see?"
"Mmm-hmm," Zechs replied and winked. Then he shrugged off the robe and after two swift steps, was at the bed, scooping Duo up into his arms before diving back into the bed with his capture.
"God, you're still so fast," Duo gasped as he was tumbled back amidst the satin heap, laughing as Zechs attacked a couple rosy marks along his collarbone with his tongue. "Shit, that's...!"
"And you're still so noisy," Zechs teased, trailing down the slender body with his tongue. Hair was pulled away to reveal more skin, and then he dove in to swallow Duo's member.
"Ack, ZEE!" Duo almost screamed, torn between delight and horror. He couldn't imagine what he'd taste like right now, oy! Instantly hard, he gasped as his expert lover - fast in other areas, too! - worked him expertly until a mere couple minutes later he was clinging to platinum hair for all he was worth and shooting into Zechs's mouth until he was drained.
"You evil bastard," Duo managed to gasp a minute later as Zechs sat up, looking exceptionally smug. "You managed to get breakfast without me!"
"I suppose so," Zechs replied, licking his lips. Then he leaned over and kissed Duo gently, ignoring that his little lover was cringing... and trying not to laugh. "Happy Day after Valentine's Day, Duo."
"Fuck you, Z," Duo threw back, trying to wrestle his hair back into one place.
"Hmmm..." Zechs raised a platinum eyebrow, feigning interest.
"Oh, YOU!" Duo threw a pillow at him. He knew all too well that he was content with their current... arrangement. .. and so was his lover. "Don't tease me..."
Zechs let his gaze rake down the length of Duo's lithe body, slender but nicely muscled. At age 20, Duo had filled out from the scrawny waif he'd been when they'd first gotten together, though he would always be significantly shorter than the tall King of Sanc. "Mmmm, you tease me every day, looking like this," he murmured appreciatively.
It still stunned Duo that a 24-year-old magnificent male specimen such as King Peacecraft of Sanc - still known as Zechs to Duo and his friends - would be attracted to a colony-rat such as himself. But they'd been through all that long ago, and Duo was happy both as the King's Consort and an engineer at the country's vehicle and spacecraft manufacturing facility.
Leaning on an elbow, Duo pulled his fingers through his hair, still trying to tame it. "You're one to talk, Z," he replied quietly, looking up into his lover's eyes.
Zechs pulled the mass of hair away from the other's hands and drew Duo's arms up around his neck as he cuddled him closer. "I guess that makes us a good match, eh?" he inquired softly, kissing his lover's cheek.
"Shit, I guess so," Duo chuckled, then his stomach growled on cue. "Hmmm, still need breakfast... "
Zechs waggled his eyebrows at him suggestively.
Maybe Valentine's Day wasn't quite over after all...
The End