Title: Little Boy Blue -- part 12
Author: Jade
Series: Gundam Wing
Pairing: 1x2x1, 6x1, 13x2
Warnings: yaoi, lemon, masturbation, slimy Treize, AU
Disclaimers: don't own, don't sue, don't ask, don't tell

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Duo stretched, more comfortable than he could ever remember, and snuggled deeper into the warmth. He didn't really want to wake up, but something told him that it would be even nicer to wake up than to sleep. That might have had something to do with the fact that his pillow was actually a living, breathing beautiful teenage boy. He smiled, snuggling closer, breathing in the scent of Heero, warm and soft and hard all at once. If this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up.

The stirring of the longhaired boy who was using him as a pillow woke Heero in a most pleasant way. Slowly he became aware of the spun silk that surrounded them both, and smooth limbs wrapped around him. "Duo..." he whispered softly.

"Mmm... Heero..." Duo snuggled closer, pressing the length of his body against Heero, stretching sensually. "Morning..." Heero tried not to moan as the contact with Duo's body brought on a predictable reaction. Duo's arm was precariously close to his rapidly hardening arousal, and Heero could feel the other boy's hardness against his thigh. He was soon going to lose his resolve not to make love to the longhaired boy yet.

Still half asleep, Duo slowly rocked his hips against Heero, whimpering at the friction. "Heero..." He started to softly kiss Heero's chest, nuzzling against him.

"Duo," Heero said more loudly, as the other boy's hand was traveling down his body, fingers tracing the ridges of muscle, approaching his rock hard cock. "Stop... please..."

Duo opened sleepy violet eyes, and realized what he was doing just as his hand brushed the tip of Heero's erection, drawing a gasp from the cobalt-eyed boy. He could feel Heero's stomach muscles tense under his arm. As much as he wanted to keep doing what he was doing, he knew that it wasn't fair to Heero, to tease him this way. He knew they shouldn't do this yet; they didn't need to rush into sex. He moved his hand back up, and breathed, "Sorry," as he looked up into the face of his dreams. "I didn't realize..."

"It's ok," smiled Heero, running his fingers through Duo's gorgeous locks. "It was nice, but..."

Duo scooted up the bed, trying not to rub his hardness against Heero, and said, "It's not easy, Heero. You're so amazing, I want to keep touching you."

Heero pulled Duo in for a long, slow, lazy kiss, trailing his hands through Duo's hair and all over his back. He could happily drown in the other boy; spend the rest of his life in his arms. His body ached for Duo, but it was a good ache, an anticipatory ache. An ache that promised ecstasy when satisfied.

Duo snaked his arms around Heero's slim waist, pulling them more closely together. Heero's skin was hot, and he burned with passion for the other boy. It was all so new, but his body knew what it wanted, and it wanted Heero. All over him. On him. Inside him.

They pulled apart reluctantly. "Are you hungry, Duo?" Heero knew already that if there was one thing that would distract the longhaired boy slightly, it was food.

As if on cue, Duo's stomach growled loudly. "I guess so," he laughed. "Though I would much rather eat you," he finished teasingly.

"Don't tempt me, Duo," Heero mock growled, and they both laughed. They knew in their hearts that they had to wait. Until their plan, which they would put into effect today, had succeeded in getting Heero out of Treize's control. Only then would they be free to love each other. Heero had once felt an obligation to Treize for helping him and protecting him. Now, however, he could see that it had all been motivated by greed on the older man's part. But Heero was not one to take commitments lightly, and he had to settle with Treize before he could move on. "Why don't you go shower now, and I'll start breakfast? I'm sure you need extra time for that gorgeous hair to dry."

Duo smiled flirtatiously. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather join me, Heero?" He watched the other boy with hunger as he struggled to get his shorts on over his rock hard arousal.

"What do you think?" Heero answered, glancing down at the way the front of his shorts were stretched out. "But I don't trust you!"

Duo laughed and walked past Heero to the bathroom without bothering to cover himself. He loved Heero's eyes on him; it made him feel desirable. "Your loss!" he called over his shoulder, noting with satisfaction they way the cobalt eyes were glued to his ass.

Heero sighed and went to make breakfast. The teasing was fun, but frustrating. And they would have to put on an act for Treize later. He hoped his manager fell for it. Their future was riding on it.


Treize looked up as Heero walked in, slamming the door open, scowling. He tried not to smirk; he could read Heero like an open book, and the boy was clearly unhappy. No doubt he had some clue about what Treize intended for today's photo shoot. Duo followed him in, looking bewildered.

"Hello boys," called Treize across the room. "You both look delectable today." In truth, they did. Heero wore spandex bike shorts and a tight tank top that showed off his lithe yet muscular body to perfection. Treize couldn't wait to sample that tight body for himself. And Duo wore short shorts and a cutoff top that showed off his flat stomach. His hair flowed around him, and Treize thought he looked delightfully innocent. He did always have a soft spot for longhaired men; he glanced over at Zechs, who was also openly ogling the two teens.

Heero ignored Treize's compliment as always, and said roughly, "What are we doing today?"

Treize smiled. "I though we'd do a little something different today," he purred, and Heero immediately knew something was up. "Duo? This involves you as well." The longhaired boy walked over, looking at him with trepidation. Addressing Duo, Treize went on, "You've been interested in the business, have you not, Duo?" Swallowing hard, Duo nodded; he suspected what was coming. "Well, I had a great idea for a location shoot, that involves both of you, actually. Would you be interested?" He could sense Duo's hesitation, so he continued, smoothly, "You would be well paid of course. And if you don't like the way the pictures come out, we'll trash them. No pressure. Isn't that right. Heero?" Treize looked at the other boy.

Heero did indeed have some creative control over what was published; but if he refused something, Treize always made sure to punish him in some way later, with some particularly demeaning situation. But it was true, on the surface; that was characteristic of everything about Treize. "Yes," he replied, as sullenly as possible.

Treize looked expectantly at Duo. The longhaired boy hesitated; this was perfect, it played right into what they had planned, but he couldn't look too eager. Add to that the fact that he was incredibly nervous about posing nude, and his reluctance was real. At least Heero would be right there with him... "I suppose we could give it a try," he said tentatively.

Treize tried not to smirk too much; this was perfect. "Great! Let me make a call to confirm, and we'll be all set." He turned away, dialing on his cel phone.

Duo looked away, at Heero, and their eyes caught for the briefest of moments. Heero shot him a flash of a smile before he went to slump onto the couch to wait, putting his feet up on the table. Duo stood there, playing with his hair nervously, until Treize finished his call.

"All set!" he announced. "We'll be going to a friend's house for the shoot. The, um, facilities are better." He shared a look with Zechs, who grinned maliciously. "Zechs, get the gear into your truck. I'll ride with you, and Heero can follow with Duo. Don't forget the uniforms," he added, smiling. He ignored Heero's glare. "You remember how to get to Tsubarov's house, don't you, Heero?"

Heero's head snapped up at the mention of Tsubarov's name. The old, ugly man was filthy rich and one of Treize's slimy friends. He leered at Heero every chance he got, and he suspected that the man was trying hard to be the high bidder in Heero's auction. Treize was masterful; the presence of Tsubarov would remind him of the upcoming auction, and give the man something more to drool over. Two birds with one stone; Heero's skin crawled at the thought of Tsubarov anywhere near Duo. But it was too late to back out now. He nodded.

Treize watched with satisfaction at the effect the man's name had on Heero: mission accomplished. "Everyone ready, then?"

Continued in part 13