Notes: The first 'chapter' of this story was actually meant to be a stand alone fic, but after much prodding from readers, it spawned into the next few chapters. So in other words, you could consider this 'part one' of the original.


CHAPTER TWO:

From the moment I laid eyes on him, I knew there was something different about Heero Yuy.

Yeah, yeah, it sounds pretty damn cliché, but that’s the truth about it. Of course, I didn’t know at the time that he was someone of high authority in the school. After all, he had been half-naked and drenched in sweat.

That’s right. I had first laid eyes on Heero while he was in the middle of a basketball game. With five other teammates, he was the only one that managed to capture my attention from the very beginning. He was dressed in only a pair of black cotton shorts, which did more to highlight an ass that was to die for. Heh, yeah, I am the kind of guy who notices that first, so bite me.

But damn if he wasn’t a sight to see and watch. The way he held the ball within his hands, so delicately and yet with obvious confidence – his dribbles about the court, almost flawless and smooth in rhythm, were simply amazing. The way he ran – those slender legs, quite deceiving at first sight, displayed strong muscles, which made him look like a cheetah out there. Weaving, blocking, dodging his opponents, he was spellbinding and I found myself hanging onto that wired fence like a man intoxicated.

And then…he jumped.

It was supposed to be a three-pointer. The game was coming down to the wire. His teammates looked desperate. Heero would have to make this shot or they would lose the game!

Unaware of my held breath, I watched his eyes narrow in concentration and determination. I watched the tight clench of his jaw – the firmer grip of his hands upon the ball. He crouched low with his knees bent, every muscle in his body taut and strained with readiness to explode off the ground.

And explode he did.

Everything and everyone seemed to slow down. Nothing else mattered besides the boy who had now leaped so high into the air that it looked like he was flying…literally. Above his wide-eyed and surprised opponents, Heero soared with a grace that bordered on the surreal. The glint of the mid-morning sun bathed him with its glory and for one mind-numbing moment, I could have sworn that the boy had sprouted wings. But the vision was cleared quickly as he gave a loud cry and dunked the innocuous ball into the net. He hung from the rim for a moment, before his fingers let go of its precious perch.

I gave a small cry of shock as I noticed him falling backwards with his eyes closed.

The moron! Did he want to break his skull or something?! What the hell is he thinking?!

But from my vantage point, I saw to my astonishment that he was…smiling – a small smile filled with secrets that I would never get to know. I knew then and there that Heero Yuy had no fear of anything, least of all death. There was a self-assurance and inherent confidence that I doubted I would ever have. He knew he wouldn’t fall to the ground for his mates would be there to catch him…as they surely did.

They swarmed below him like a waiting blanket and enveloped him within their exuberance and good cheer. His damp, dark brown locks were ruffled. He was hugged and congratulated like he had saved the day. He had laughed along with them – his perfect white teeth exposed to my hungry gaze, a sharp contrast to the dark hue of his skin.

And then he looked at me.

Just like that. With no warning at all, he lifted his gaze to meet mine. Eyes of darkest blue…perhaps not as dark as mine but enough to pin and hold me prisoner. I could feel my heart pound within my chest so fiercely that I was sure it would burst at any moment. I was hanging onto the wire fence for dear life, ignoring the deep red welts it was beginning to cause on my palms from squeezing it so tightly. I couldn’t breathe. He wouldn’t let me breathe.

With those blue eyes, he stripped me naked and caressed my burning flesh. His lips quirked into a knowing smirk and I was now aware of two things.

I was sweating profusely and secondly…I was as hard as a rock.

My face heated up with color and I literally had to tear myself away from the fence. I had imagined the whole thing, hadn’t I? There was no way he could have been looking at me like…that. Could he? It was just wrong, wasn’t it?

Now, don’t get any ideas. I have no qualms about my sexuality and have never really given a damn as to what anyone thought of me, especially after the enlightening discussion I had had with my parents.

It had gone a little something like this:

Me: Hey, mom…dad…I’m well…you know…gay.

Father: Say it again, son?

Mother: (long passed out on floor in shock)

Me: I said I’m gay. I like guys and all of that good stuff. So…do you want to kick me out of the house now or what?

Father: You’ve got another think coming boy if you think you’re gonna pull that one over our eyes. We are sending you to boarding school and that’s that!

Okay, so the conversation hadn’t exactly gone that way, but it was pretty close to it. And so, here I am in the most expensive and uptight Boy’s School they could possibly find for me. I would have laughed at my father’s rather dumb idea for sending me to a school that would only do more to hone my ‘gay skills’ but if he thought it would straighten me out, then so be it.

Anything to get away from that house.

Oh yeah, back to my current predicament. I had a boner and I had to take care of it…and fast. Since that was my second official day at school, I was still trying to find my way around the buildings without getting lost. Apparently, they had had orientation for new students on Monday, but I had missed it. Great going, huh?

I peered through windows, hoping I would find an empty classroom or a storage room or something! I was aching so bad at that point that the act of walking was beginning to slowly take its toll on me. My pants felt too tight. My fingers itched to stroke the throbbing flesh and to me there was nothing worse than having cum stains on your pants in the middle of the day.

Thank you, Lord! I whispered to myself as I finally found an empty classroom. I had barely gotten myself into the room when my hasty fingers began to tug roughly on my pants. Clumsily, I slipped my trembling hand into my boxers and wrapped my fingers around my burning cock. A low, grateful moan escaped my lips as I sank to the floor to give myself the ultimate pleasure. My lashes fell closed as I willed myself to imagine every hot, sweaty inch of the boy I had seen on the basketball court.

Heero…Heero….Heero…

His name rolled off my tongue easily as if I had been saying it all my life. My fingertips danced over sensitive nerves on the tip of my cock – my thumb caressing the sticky cum-slicked tip with an expertise that had come from hours of practice. I parted my legs a bit more and lifted my ass off the floor. Arching my neck, I squeezed my eyes shut and began to stroke the pulsating flesh harder and faster. I was familiar with my own body, so I knew just the thing to get me over the edge. I stuck two fingers into my mouth and coated it thoroughly with my saliva. I imagined the twin digits to be something else longer and thicker and I could only groan in mindless need as my strokes became a bit more erratic and frenzied.

“Heero…”

He was here with me, in this hot, sticky room with no air. My now damp bangs were stuck to my flushed and sweaty face as I worked myself into a mind-blowing orgasm. He was standing before me – the boy I was already in lust with. I was about to come. He was encouraging me with those dark blue eyes filled with knowledge and mischief. He knew what he wanted and he wanted me to come now.

Oh, god yes!

I arched completely off the floor, my entire body trembling uncontrollably as I slowly began to slip my saliva coated fingers into my puckered entrance. I jerked a little at the cool invasion, but used to it, I relaxed my inner muscles and allowed it to swallow up my roving fingers. I heard a low groan of pleasure from someone and I realized that the guttural cry was coming from none other than me. It had never felt this good before. I had never felt this need to come so badly before and it would be all his fault.

That beautiful…breathtaking boy all drenched with sweat, urging me to come. Needing me to come.

Just do it, Duo. Come for me…

And I could feel the pressure slowly build within me. I fucked myself even harder than before. My fingers, mere pistons in an effort to bring myself to completion. Everything seemed to be in a blur for me at this point. My cock was beginning to swell with its impending orgasm, my lips parted in readiness for a howl that I hoped wouldn’t be too loud.

Oh god…oh god…I’m coming, Heero…I’m…coming!

“What the fuck?!”

Oh no! I was too far-gone to stop now. I couldn’t have stopped it even if I tried. My entire being still throbbing from its need for completion was now faced with the harsh reality that I had been caught red handed. The combination of both sensations was a lesson in exquisite pleasure and torture.

I came.

Hard.

My cum, thick and pearly white against the faint gloom in the room, fell in thick droplets upon the cold floor and against a nearby table and desk. I had no idea of how many people were behind me right now. But I had no doubt that I was quite a sight to see. With one hand on my cock and the other buried within my ass, I suddenly wished that the floor would open up and swallow me whole.

The silence was deafening and I still couldn’t bring myself to look around as my entire body seemed flushed with not only the aftermath of my self-gratification, but also total and complete embarrassment.

“You son of a bitch!” came the loud cry and a sharp kick against my ribs had me sprawling to the floor in a fetal position of automatic defense.

“You, lousy, fucking son of a bitch!” The guy cried out again and this time I braced myself again for the pounding of my life. I had been in scrapes before and could hold my own in a fight, but I had a feeling that putting up one now would not be a good idea. I had violated these guys in some way and I was going to pay for it.

I could vaguely hear his friends trying to calm him down, but more and more obscenities kept on coming. I had heard it all before, so they didn’t really sting. I figured if they could hold him back a bit longer, I could pick up my clothes and get the hell out of there.

Bad idea.

The moment I made a move for my pants, I was grabbed by the scruff of my school shirt and slammed hard against a wall. My vision went dark for a moment as the pain seared right through my spine. I was hopelessly aware that my cock, which had gone limp after my orgasm, was slowly twitching back to life against this guy’s stomach. I was sure he wouldn’t like that.

And I was right.

He noticed and screamed at me again. I closed my eyes as I noticed him taking his hand back to form a fist. He would knock out a few teeth, I figured. I would have a swollen face. It would hurt, but at least I would get to live another day…hopefully. And so I kept my eyes shut, held my breath and waited for the inevitable.

“Okay, Moony. I think you’ve had your fun for today.”

That voice! I hadn’t actually heard Heero speak before, and I still cannot tell you till this day just how I knew it would be him. It was as deep as it was smooth – smooth as silk, with an underlying tone of authority that was not to be questioned. I opened my eyes quickly to find myself staring into amused blue ones a few feet away. There were five boys in all and they had made a small path for him to walk through…although he was making no real attempt to come any closer to us.

He just stood there with that rather annoying smirk on his handsome features. He was – thankfully- no longer in gym clothes, but in the customary school uniform required by the boys to wear during the day. There was only one thing different about the simple brown khaki pants and white oxford shirt on his slender build. Besides, how sinfully good it made him look, there was a simple gold pin upon his left breast pocket. It was small but pretty damn significant as it had the plain but clearly powerful words on it…

Head Boy.

Heero Yuy was the head boy of one of the most prestigious schools in the country. If by chance the Headmaster, Vice Headmaster and all the other administrative members of the school got struck by lightening or were mass murdered, all responsibility would be upon this young man’s shoulders.

Heero Yuy was in charge of over a thousand boys on a day-to-day basis. But on that ill-fated day, I had no longer become just another statistic to him. I would be his sole responsibility.

Whether I liked it or not.



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