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It was too soon to relax, Heero knew that. But... one look at Duo's
delighted face told him that even if he got caught tomorrow, it would
be all worth it. Not that he intended to ever be caught.
He stood on the hilltop, looking at the small house they had just
purchased. It wasn't very fancy, but it was secluded and easily
secured. Heero was already busy arranging the security system's
installation. There would be invisible fencing around the perimeter
of the property that would alert him to anyone crossing it. Wireless
cameras disguised as natural objects would give him constant visual
images, and he was having a secure basement dug under the house from
which they could live for a week if necessary. The phone system had
cellular and satellite backup, so they could never be cut off from
Heero went over the mental checklist in his head. He had used
different people for each of the components, so no one person would
know all of what was installed. He was doing a lot of it himself. The
most important thing was that there was no outside indication of the
house's enhancements. From the outside, it looked like a comfortable
house, nothing fancy, not a big target for thieves. He didn't want to
attract attention. Because as good as his preparations were, Heero
knew full well nothing and no one was foolproof. Not even him.
As concerned with every detail he was, Heero had to admit he'd never
been happier. In setting up this security system, he was in his
element. He thrived on thinking of every small detail, coming up with
worst-case scenarios, and planning back-up systems for anything that
might fail. And, to top it off, he was protecting the person he
Involuntarily, he looked up toward the house at the thought of his
boyfriend. Duo was up there, working on the interior of the house,
overseeing the new carpet installation and who knew what else. They
had agreed; Heero would handle the security and the outside, and Duo
would handle the inside. Duo had grown up surrounded by expensive
furnishings, but had never been able to choose anything of his own.
So he knew what he liked, where to get it, and now he could do
whatever he wanted. They spent days combing shops and markets. The
longhaired boy seemed happy. Making Duo happy was Heero's ultimate
goal in life. That, and keeping him safe.
Two things concerned Heero. One was the fact that Duo's parents would
be looking for them. Not necessarily because they were worried about
their runaway son, but because by now, Heero had liberated nearly two
million dollars from their offshore accounts. He still wasn't sure if
they had ever reported Duo's disappearance to the police; Heero
initially had intended to hold Duo for ransom but had never made the
demand, as he had fallen in love with his captive. So they had no
evidence that Duo had done anything more than run away. Heero was
nearly certain that the Maxwells would not report their missing
money, as Heero had every reason to believe that those offshore
accounts were not known to the IRS. Heero knew that even if the money
had not been illegally obtained and was being laundered through the
offshore accounts, it most certainly had not been reported for tax
purposes. Alerting the authorities to theft of money that officially
didn't exist would not be a good idea. So Heero was reasonably
certain that he wasn't in danger from the US authorities. They'd had
no trouble in leaving the country, and none whatsoever in entering
Brazil. It would take more than a seventeen-year old runaway to make
the US government seek to extradite them.
But just because the authorities weren't after them didn't mean no
one was. Duo's parents hadn't been left destitute by Heero's
embezzlement, and were fully capable of hiring their own
investigators. Ones that weren't bound by the laws in their
investigation. Heero knew that being tracked by a professional bounty
hunter could be much more dangerous than police. Especially one that
thought like him. It was a matter of how much money the Maxwells
wanted to spend in order to recover the rest of their money. This was
Heero's main concern.
A smaller concern was local thieves; that, and kidnapping was rampant
in Brazil. But Heero was reasonably sure his defenses would keep out
that sort of danger. This was another reason to keep the outside of
the cabin nondescript. To most people, the less fancy the outside of
a house, the less well-appointed the inside. Well, not in this case.
Heero took out his tiny pocket computer and made some more notes,
then headed back to the house. He couldn't wait until the house was
done, for several reasons. One, they were staying in a hotel until
the work was done and Heero was satisfied with the security. They had
been in several hotels since they had arrived in Brazil, and Heero
was ready to stay in one place for a while. He had been moving and
running his whole life, and though he was still young he knew he was
ready to settle down, even if just for a while. He and Duo intended
to travel extensively together; Duo had seen many parts of the world
and couldn't wait to share them with Heero. Neither of them had seen
South America, however, and they would start here, traveling on their
Brazilian passports. Duo had been teaching Heero Portuguese, and he
was picking it up quickly. He already knew enough Spanish to get by.
Between those two and a bit of English, they would get along fine.
But that was in the future.
Things had been very hectic since they had left the United States.
They moved from hotel to hotel, and Heero was preoccupied with moving
their money around so it couldn't be traced and yet they could get at
it when they needed to. It was Heero's turn to teach Duo some of his
hacker techniques, how to move money around. Brazil was a
contradiction; some parts of the big cities were as modern and high
tech as any American city. It was easy to forget the vastness of the
country, and that most of its population barely subsisted. This
worked in their favor, though. They could find internet access fairly
easily, yet once they had their money in local currency, they could
blend in. The population of Rio was quite mixed racially, and they
didn't draw much attention. Duo's proficiency with the language
helped a great deal.
So it was over a week before both of them were awake in bed at the
same time. Duo just naturally seemed to need more sleep than Heero,
and most times the longhaired boy was sound asleep by the time Heero
got to bed. Heero didn't have the heart to wake him; they had the
rest of their lives to make love, and he didn't want to rush it. That
didn't keep him from gazing at the sleeping teen with aching desire,
Then, one day, Duo was still awake when Heero slid in next to him.
They looked at each other shyly; they hadn't done more than kiss
since that morning at Jack's. Then, suddenly, they were kissing,
hands all over each other, Heero pulling Duo against him. They only
wore boxers, and they rubbed against each other, the thin fabric
between them only serving to excite them further. Duo moaned, and
Heero nearly climaxed; the longhaired boy in his arms was perfect in
every way. He rolled over until he was on top of Duo, lining up their
erections and rocking quickly.
Duo broke the kiss, gasping his name, and it had been too long; all
the tension, the stress, the need. They clung to each other, kissing
savagely and unable to stop the motions of their hips. Not even
wanting to stop to remove their boxers, blinded with need for
release, Heero and Duo rubbed against each other frantically. The
sounds Duo made drove Heero over the edge just as much as the
friction; with a growl he came, still moving against Duo. Through
half-closed eyes he watched as Duo climaxed too, crying out to him,
gripping his biceps hard enough to bruise.
They collapsed back to the bed, panting but feeling much better. They
grinned at each other. Duo teased, "You know, Heero, one of these
days we might have actual sex."
Heero smiled. "That felt pretty damn real to me, Duo."
"You know what I mean," Duo laughed, and Heero nodded.
One day Duo woke from the most amazing dream to find it hadn't been a
dream at all. He opened his eyes to see Heero's mouth wrapped around
his cock. "God," he cried out. If Heero's hand on him had felt
amazing, the other boy's mouth was nothing short of incredible. Hot,
wet, need... Duo was a slave to the pleasure flooding over him.
Heero had woken with the need to explore his lover's body. He had
kept his touches soft, trying not to wake the sleeping boy, until the
temptation to touch Duo's arousal had been too great. He knew even
Duo wouldn't sleep through that. So he had carefully slid down until
he could taste his love. He licked slowly up the length, getting used
to the taste and feeling, and had just slid the tip into his mouth
when Duo finally woke. He had only pulled the boxers out of the way
until now, but since Duo was awake, he quickly slid them off his body
as he continued to play.
Duo buried his hands in Heero's hair, unable to think of anything
beyond what the other boy was doing to him. Never had he dreamed
anything could feel this good. He was completely unable to keep his
hips from thrusting, trying to get deeper into the paradise of
Luckily, Heero was very strong, and he could hold the longhaired
boy's hips still as he got the hang of sucking a cock. He
experimented, and Duo screamed his approval. Soon, he had figured out
how to get a rhythm going using his hand and mouth. This left one
hand free, and since the sounds Duo was making were turning him on
too, Heero slid his free hand down to his own erection. He stroked
himself quickly, making himself moan too.
The addition of the vibration of Heero's moan made Duo's eyes fly
open. He looked down to see Heero pleasuring himself as well. Heero's
mouth on him and the sight of what he was doing made Duo climax,
hard. Heero swallowed as best he could, and the taste of the other
boy lingered on his lips as he brought on his own release. It was
intense and full of promise; he knew their love would only get better
as they learned more about each other.
So, when they had decided where they would live, and they still
hadn't made love completely, they decided to wait. It was a silly,
romantic idea, but Heero didn't want to make love to Duo until they
were in their own house, and everything was perfect. Duo was amazed
that Heero would suggest such a thing; but though he was very anxious
to give himself to the other boy, the idea felt right.
So they kissed, and pleasured each other with hands and mouths,
learning about each other's responses as they did. But that was all,
until the house was finished. It made them all the more anxious to
finish; not only would they be safe in their fortress, they would
have each other, fully. Finally.
So Heero finalized the details, and Duo worked on the inside. Heero
decided they had one more week of work, and then they would be
And their life together would start.
Continued in epilogue (part 2)