Desert Night Passion
by Nazarri
The tie-dye of sunset announced the approach of night over the desert
camp. Men scurried to build the large communal fire while cooks
prepared food. Servants went to the task of lighting candles and
incense within the tents. Warriors laughed and exchanged stories of
battle as the devout tended to their prayers.
This all went unnoticed by Duo as stood at the edge of the camp
scanning the harsh landscape. Watching the last of the sky's fading
colors as the desert winds blew through the stray strands of his
hair. He was lost in his own little world, wondering if Heero would
make it back anytime soon.
Watching the stars grow brighter in the encroaching blanket of night,
he suppressed the urge to laugh aloud. Their brilliance, no matter
how bright or beautiful, was nothing compared to the deep love
beaming in his heart.
Before he ever set eyes upon his true love, Duo never believed in
such things. But one look into those eyes sent his known world out
of the window. There was a fine line between coincidence and fate;
that line was crossed the moment that his eyes met Heero's.
From that moment on, Duo knew that past and future lives were reality
and that the soul lived forever mated to another. He had found the
missing piece of his heart and it brought him to life, as if God had
opened the door to forever.
Duo Maxwell knew for a certainty that his soul was mated to that of Heero Yuy.
But he would not act upon this knowledge.
This was war. They had forever to remember who they were to each other.
~*~*~
Content to be wrapped in the arms of his own true love, Quatre
watched Duo from afar. His sage eyes noticed the serious tone that
emanated from his friend and it weighed heavily upon his heart. "He
misses Heero."
Trowa's gaze was drawn over Quatre's head to the braided figure
silhouetted against the fading sunset. He sighed heavily, "Yes he
does."
"Why is it so hard for them?" Quatre asked sadly. He leaned back
into Trowa, forever grateful that they got to be together. They were
each other's refuge within the constant horrors of war that
surrounded them.
He only wished that Duo and Heero could find such solace in each
other. Quatre knew that their true strength could be found in what
they shared.
Trowa kissed the top of Quatre's head, the cool silk felt wonderful
to his lips. "It will come to them. Just give it time, my Love."
Rashid approached Trowa and Quatre. "Master Quatre?"
Quatre, not pulling his gaze from his friend, answered softly. "Yes
Rashid?"
The tall man followed Quatre's line of vision, concern crossing his
face. "Your comrade Duo seems to be lacking for something. I was
wondering if you had any suggestions. I would ask him myself, but I
do not wish to intrude."
Quatre graced Rashid with a warm understanding smile. "You are a
kind man, Rashid, but no one here can help him. Only Heero can fill
the hollow feeling inside of Duo."
Rashid glanced at Trowa; but as usual, the taller pilot's face was
unreadable. He then looked down at Quatre. "Heero? I do not
understand."
Quatre wondered if this was why Duo and Heero had such a hard time.
Was the world so cruel and closed-hearted that the obvious could not
be seen? Did they fight what their hearts knew because the rest of
the world turned a blind eye to them, refusing the truth? Quatre
found this unacceptable and he would not tolerate it from those
around him or his loved ones. "As Trowa and I are sacred, so are Duo
and Heero. They are a single flame that burns throughout eternity,
just as we do. To treat what they have as being less than what Trowa
and I share is an insult to us … as well Duo and Heero."
Rashid nodded. "Of course, Master Quatre."
Before the man could get far, Quatre thought of something else. "Oh
Rashid? Would you make sure that someone sees to Duo's bath. I'm
sure that he would like to wash the desert heat from his skin."
Turning within the circle of Trowa's arms, Quatre looked up into his
love's face. Those gorgeous green eyes burned with endless desire.
Trowa tilted Quatre's chin up, ever so slowly, basking in the warmth
of their passion.
Knowing what Trowa craved, Quatre smirked. "Perhaps we should have
our dinner brought to our tent instead of joining the others?"
"Indeed." Trowa whispered as he pressed his lips to Quatre's,
relieving any doubt of their oneness to those around them.
~*~*~
Wufei too, was concerned for their friend. He watched Duo from a
safe distance among the sea of tents. He knew and understood the
longing that called from Duo's soul, he felt such yearnings for his
beloved Meiran. Though she was no longer with the living, he could
still feel her with him, always.
It pained him to see two of his soul brothers dance around each
other, to deny what was right for them. Like Meiran and himself, Duo
and Heero burned as one.
Deciding to take the time for mediation and prayer before dinner,
Wufei headed back to his private tent. He kept his mind focused on
his soul brothers and reuniting them.
Kneeling at his portable altar, Wufei took a moment to clear his mind
and center. He opened his eyes; with sincere reverence, he lit the
three candles set before him.
As he lit the first candle, he felt Meiran's spirit surround him, the
strength of their bond clear once again. A single tear rolled down
his cheek. "Love to you, my beloved wife, most precious to my
heart. For us, the vision of honor and justice."
Wufei lit the second candle. "For Trowa and Quatre, vision of purity
and heart." He took a deep breath as he lit the last candle.
"For Duo and Heero, the vision of strength and passion." Wufei
focused on the last candle. "Meiran, guide our soul brothers, show
them the way. Remind them of what they are to each other, that
they are but one in the eyes of the universe."
As he continued his meditation, Wufei felt a stranger's eyes upon
him. With incredible strength of will, he pulled himself back. He
turned his head in the stranger's direction, feeling the visual
caress across his chest. No fear. He opened his eyes to gaze upon
one so bold.
Wufei found a breath-taking creature watching him through the opening
of his tent. This luscious vision of male beauty was watching Wufei
with a kind of lust that sent heat straight to the loins. The young
man's dark hair was almost as long as Duo's; it was currently loose
and free, caressing the muscles of his tattooed upper arms. Wufei
remembered seeing the young man before, he danced around the fires
during drum circle. Wufei gasped as the young man softly rolled his
hips in his direction in a very blatant invitation and then slowly
kissed the air before moving out of Wufei's sight.
Forcing himself to breathe again, Wufei stood and followed with only
one thought on his mind.
~*~*~
The chill of the night desert washed over Heero as he headed toward
the collection of colorful ethnic tents in front of him. Quatre's
latest safehouse idea was to disguise themselves and the Maganacs as
a nomadic tribe of the desert. It was extremely mobile and would not
draw unnecessary attention to a large group of men.
The rhythm of drums and percussion could be heard in the center where
many of the men were gathered around a large fire. A slow sensuous
beat coursed through the tents as Heero made his way through the
maze. The alto voice of a young man floated in the air giving it a
heady aura.
Heero approached the fire looking for any of his comrades. Many of
the Maganacs sat around laughing and eating. Some of the men had
formed a drum circle, recreating the ancient sounds of their
ancestors. A few of the young and beautiful men danced to the heavy
beat of the drums, enticing all with their sexual movements.
He could see Wufei on the far side of the fire watching one of the
dancers with an openly lustful expression. The young man undulated
in front of Wufei obviously feeling that he had found a lover for the
night. And by Wufei's expression, he was most likely right. It
didn't surprise Heero at all to see the dancer straddle the pilot's
lap and push the front of his loose pants down to show Wufei his
desire. Those around them applauded as Wufei accepted the offer with
a kiss to the exposed flesh.
Trowa and Quatre were absent from the festivities, most likely off
somewhere worshipping each other in private. So where was Duo?
It was very important to Heero that he made sure that Duo was
protected, safe, and comfortable. He had even made it part of his
routine. Check his Gundam, file his report, and see to Duo. Heero
was not quite sure why Duo was so important to him, but he decided
that it was best to follow his feelings even if he didn't understand
what they were.
"Master Heero" Rashid interrupted the young pilot's thoughts. "I
assume that your mission was successful."
Heero gave a single nod in reply and continued his visual search for
Duo.
"Master Quatre has retired for the night, I will inform him of your
safe return. Allow me to have someone bring you food and drink."
There was no doubt in Heero's mind that Duo would make his presence
known soon enough, but he did not want to wait. "Duo."
Rashid seemed to immediately understand that food and water was not
what Heero needed. It was the one with the long braid and vibrant
amethyst eyes, just as Quatre had said. With a nod, Rashid motioned
Heero toward a tent just off to the side of the fire.
Heero pushed aside the flap and quickly found his very being drowning
in a swirl of unidentifiable and conflicting emotions.
The tent floor was covered with earth colored carpets and carelessly
strewn textured floor pillows. A soft warm glow from brass candle
plates covered with white wax pillars illuminated the small area.
Incense filled the air with an erotic aroma that simply added to the
effect of the music that seemed to surround them.
This was not what had Heero's undivided attention. It was the
stunning nude figure in front of him with the ivory skin kissed
golden by the candlelight. The thick chestnut braid fell down the
strong bare back, over the rounded buttocks to tickle the back of the
firm thighs.
Duo. His Duo.
He was standing in a shallow bucket, water pooled around his ankles,
facing away from the tent's opening.
But Duo was not alone. A young man, dressed in the thin white gauze
pants of a servant, stood to the side and squeezed a full sponge of
water against Duo's bare shoulder. A soft moan of hedonistic
pleasure escaped those lips as the warm water trailed over his skin.
To hear that incredible sound issued from between Duo's lips caused
Heero to shiver with a long unanswered need of the soul. Forever.
Mine.
Heero watched breathlessly as the water rivulets descended Duo's
muscular back and over the flawless slope of his backside. The
candle's reflection danced on the water's surface. Mesmerized by
the traveling droplets, he hardly noticed as the servant knelt down
at Duo's feet.
The young man squeezed the sponge in his hand to collect more water
as he looked up into Duo's eyes. He found that he was eye-level with
the beautiful one's semi-erect cock. His tongue traced his own lips
in a wordless promise of services available.
The solid mind of the perfect soldier screamed with an unnamable
anguish. Heero fought with every bit of his inner strength to not
grab Duo, throw him over his shoulder, take him to his Gundam and
then fly off to a secluded location. This was his Duo. No one in
his right mind touched his Duo. His Duo.
His mind kept chanting the possessive mantra. He almost exploded as
the servant reached for the precious braid to take it down.
Duo watched the male in growing horror as the servant reached around
him to grasp his braid; he opened his mouth to object. Not the hair,
only Heero would ever be so privileged. But the action was stopped
before sound could escape his lips.
Like a smoldering fire suddenly doused with fuel, Heero's long
repressed emotions burst forth. He was behind Duo and had the braid
in his hand before the servant could reach his target.
"Out!" he hissed furiously at the bathing servant.
Fear gripped the young man's heart as he saw the glare of death and
barely controlled rage aimed at him. He quickly scurried away and
out of the tent before he became a victim of a lover's jealousy.
Duo slowly glanced over his shoulder, choosing not to move and splash
water around the carpets. He had a million smart-ass quips on the
end of his tongue, but he said nothing when he saw the way that Heero
was staring at him. Duo knew in his heart that this was not the time
to do any teasing. He stayed silent as Heero slowly walked around
him, his eyes seeming to caress every inch of exposed skin. Duo
shuddered at the openly possessive gaze upon his nakedness.
Heero did not bother to look away from his wet partner. He had seen
Duo naked many times. But Heero was unprepared to deal with the
surge of anger upon seeing someone else touching him and the feeling
of possessiveness that followed. But this was how he felt, his
feelings were very clear. And he was told to live by such things.
As his eyes traveled over Duo's hip, Heero saw a water droplet,
twinkling in the candlelight. He gave into instinct and reached for
it.
They both watched Heero's slow moving hand reach out and caught the
liquid from Duo's hip with his fingertip. Closing his eyes, Heero's
hand visibly shook as he raised it to his lips. In an utter act of
worship, he licked the wetness from his finger. The droplet from his
Duo's skin tasted like heaven.
Remember.
It hit him then, like a shock wave. Beyond Duo, there was nothing.
They were destined to be from before time. What is and always shall
be. Duo was his Elysium.
Falling to his knees before naked wet Duo, Heero slowly raised his
eyes to meet those of his mate.
Duo's eyes looked into Heero's trying to figure out just what going
on with him. A gasp escaped from between his lips as those beautiful
blue eyes screamed what the voice seemed incapable of expressing.
Want. Need. You. Forever. Mine. Yours.
"Heero?" Duo reached out for Heero's face. But not being sure what
was wanted, his hand stopped just before reaching Heero's cheek.
Heero took the offered hand, his eyes never breaking from Duo's. He
pulled the hand to his lips and placed a very delicate kiss onto the
open palm.
"Beloved" he whispered into the skin.
Duo shivered. He knows. He remembers. The music made it impossible
to hear the soft confession, but he easily made out the words formed
on Heero's quivering lips. Beloved.
Giving into his most immediate desire, Heero leaned forward and
gently nuzzled Duo's passion heavy cock. The tip of his nose brushed
the plump head of the quickly hardening organ. He inhaled deeply;
his soul screamed with joy as the familiar scent assailed his
senses. His lips grazed lightly over the sac beneath as his nose
pressed into the soft chestnut curls at his root.
Duo's blood-engorged cock pulsed with the rapid beat of his heart.
He felt Heero's cheek roll over his velvet tightness, eliciting a
groan from his throat. The intense need was quickly becoming
unbearable.
He felt Heero's hot breath slowly travel up his body until he felt
the moist heat poised over his lips waiting. Barely touching, their
lips quivered in anticipation.
"I want to taste you." Heero breathed.
Duo parted his trembling lips slightly as he gently pressed into
Heero's. This was all the consent that Heero needed. He placed his
hands on Duo's hips and slid them around to meet at the small of his
mate's back. Their kiss deepened and became tinged with a sense of
rising urgency.
Finding the precious braid with his hands, Heero broke the band and
freed the beautiful chestnut tresses. He ran his fingers lovingly
through the silk, startled at the glorious softness.
They ended their kiss for lack of air; Duo whimpered at his loss.
Heero nibbled his lower lip in silent apology with a promise of a
swift return. Catching his breath, Heero went back for another taste
of his Duo. His tongue gently coaxed Duo's out for a long sensual
dance of touch.
As Heero pulled Duo to his body, his hands slid lower to cup that
perfect ass. With a desperate moan of need, he felt Duo collapse
against him. In one sweep, Heero cradled Duo within his strong arms.
He carefully walked over to a pile of pillows that formed a makeshift
bed. With the utmost loving care, he gently placed his beloved
down. He quickly shed his clothes, pleased to see that Duo was
anxious to see the strength of his desire.
Duo was not disappointed. Heero was graced with a mouth-wateringly
impressive cock.
Heero sat on the pillows next to Duo, running his fingers lightly
over every inch of ivory skin. "Mine." He whispered with wonder.
Duo reached up to pull Heero down to his lips. "I always have been
and always will be yours." He sealed his vow with a soul-melding
kiss.
Blindly reaching out beside them, Duo found a bottle of massage oil
and put it in Heero's hand. He settled down between Duo's long
legs. Applying oil to his hands, he leaned forward so that their
erections touched. Wrapping his hands around them both, he worked
the scented oil over their hardened lengths.
Duo gasped at his touch, his head fell back as his body arched
forward. "Oh Heero!"
Hearing his love's impassioned cry, Heero pulled back and pushed
Duo's knees to his chest. His eyes literally glowed with unfettered
lust as Duo's tight entrance was fully exposed to him. His oiled
fingers tentatively brushed over, circling the puckered flesh before
pushing inside. Heero worked his fingers inside of Duo, adding more
oil and preparing him for his large cock.
Writhing with pleasure under Heero's skilled hands, Duo was teased to
the point of tears. He needed more. "Heero, please!"
"Shhh." Heero answered softly. "Patience. I do not want to hurt
you."
"It hurts now!" Duo pleaded. "I need you in me." Duo looked Heero
straight in the eye. "Please."
Shaking with the sheer intensity of what he was about to do, Heero
generously oiled his cock once more. He guided his blunt tip to
Duo's opening; he pushed forward. Heero gasped as he pressed into
Duo, surprised as he felt the tight muscle give way to his heat,
sheathing himself fully in one firm push.
The scream that emanated from Duo sounded horrific. Heero
froze. "Duo?"
Frantic that Heero had stopped, Duo thrashed wildly! He wrapped his
legs around Heero's waist and growled viciously. His legs tightened,
pulling Heero even deeper.
That was all the encouragement Heero needed. Pulling out until just
the tip remained inside, then he slammed himself back in. He threw
his head back in a silent scream as he pounded mercilessly into Duo
over and over again.
The sound of skin slapping hard against wet slick skin could barely
be heard above the revelry outside of the tent. The ancient music
and rhythm of the drums created a sensual song of everlasting love.
The building sensations rose, as did the intensity of the music.
Heero could hear Duo screaming his name to the winds as he grabbed
his love's slick cock and stroked the burning flesh.
They felt the approaching abyss and they knew that they would go
together. As one, they fell over the edge and into the waves of
bliss. Their eyes shot open, locking gazes in an eternity of
passion.
In the next tent, Quatre giggled. "Who thought that they would be so
loud? Was that Duo or Heero?"
Trowa guided Quatre's mouth back to his cock. "It doesn't matter,
they are one in the same."
On the other side, Wufei closed his eyes and listened to the
beautiful passionate cries of his soul brothers. He could picture
them so clearly in his mind, Duo under Heero. He let out a shout of
his own as the beautiful dancer impaled himself on Wufei's cock,
sending him into his own oblivion.
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