Title: The Phantom
Pairing: Heero/Duo
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, fluff/sap
Notes: With inspiration from the ‘The Phantom of the Opera’
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In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me
And speaks my name…
He smiled as he sung the
words beneath his breath, bare feet padding upon the cold cobbled stones of the
dark corridor. The sheer housecoat brushed against his naked flesh as he ran at
a steady pace away from his pursuer. A light sheen of sweat broke out on his
smooth skin as he made the turn around the corner. He stopped and looked
behind, his long braid flipping from one shoulder to the other, in a rather
nervous gesture.
“Hmmm….”
He spun around to continue,
only to fight back a yelp of surprise at the tall figure before him.
And do I dream again
For now I find
The phantom of the opera is here
Inside my mind
A smirk came upon his
features as the masked man flung his cloak aside with a flourish. He looked
much taller within the shadows. The dark evening suit fit the slender body
perfectly and beneath the top hat, the ‘phantom’s’ dark brown locks seemed to
shimmer beneath the light of the moon. The dark guest took off his hat and gave
a polite bow, dark blue eyes hidden beneath the white mask yet alight with
mischief. He opened up his mouth to sing softly and it was a rich baritone that
sent his listener shivering with anticipation.
Sing once again with me
Our strange duet
My power over you
Grows stronger yet
He reached out to tug on the
loose belt around the other’s coat, a smile of victory coming to his lips as he
watched the flimsy cloth drop to the ground. The braided man gasped in shock
and tried to close it quickly – feigning shyness - but not before trembling in
response to the look of lust upon his tormentor’s features. He took a step back
and turned away even as his phantom continued to sing.
And though you turn from me
to glance behind
The phantom of the opera is there
Inside your mind
He began to run away again,
the dark man’s taunting laughter haunting in the shadows as his feet pounded
upon the icy stones. He stopped at the balcony and gasped again as he stared at
the man already waiting for him. He staggered backwards weakly as the masked
one came closer. He shook his head vehemently, eyes widening with silent plea
as he found himself with nowhere else to go. His back was now pressed against a
stone column and he knew he was trapped.
The phantom tossed away his
hat, allowing his long brown locks to flutter before his face. He walked closer
yet to his captive, a gloved hand reaching for the pale cheek before him to
caress it gently. In a much softer tone, he began to sing again, smiling warmly
as he listened to his companion join him for in silent surrender.
In all your fantasies you always knew
That man and mystery
Were both in you
The sensation of warm cloth,
thanks to the glove, had the braided man moaning in wild abandon as they began
to explore the contents beneath the flimsy night robe. He arched his neck,
lashes fluttering closed as he felt his lover’s warm lips begin to trail
hungry, wet and hot kisses along his exposed neck. The clothed fingers brushed
against hardened nipples and the fair one mewled in delight at the sensation.
The cloth slid off a slender shoulder and the darker one licked and nipped his
way across the expanse of succulent flesh, left as an offering. He relished in
the lusty sounds that erupted from his captive’s mouth and before long, his
tongue had delved within the inviting entrance to claim it as his.
Sing for me…my angel…
A warm trail of saliva
followed his questing tongue as they released the swollen lips to journey down
the tightly clenched muscles of his torso and to the jutting piece of flesh
that was already begging for attention. Through the mask, his eyes flashed with
wicked intent. He squeezed the throbbing and swollen organ within a hand and
watched the thick, pearly liquid ooze from its slit. He listened to his lover’s
ragged breathing and he grinned.
He teased and stroked. Pulled
and caressed. Fondled and played for a while, as the glove became wet with his
efforts. Finally thirsty enough, he began to drink to his fill. Strong but
slender hands found their way into his brown hair and he redoubled his efforts.
He closed his eyes and allowed the taste to fill his senses. Cinnamon, spice
and everything nice. He could never ever get enough. He lifted his gloved hand
towards his lover’s face and smiled around his tasty treat as the glove was
pulled off with talented teeth.
He felt the tongue lap around
his fingers and satisfied that they were wet enough, he withdrew…only to bury
them deep within an opening so tight that the combined sounds of a choked gasp
and a harsh cry were lost in the sounds of nightlife around them. He prodded
and thrust, deep…deeper still till he could push no more – until his lover’s
knees trembled with unsuppressed need.
He swallowed his much
deserved nourishment – every hot, thick drop of it. He licked his lips and
pulled away, only to turn his panting captive around quickly to hoist the gown
above his waist. Cloth upon naked flesh. Bare hands upon naked flesh. The
braided one shook in agony at the dual sensations, thrusting wantonly against
his lover – needing to be taken now.
The prepared entrance
quivered in eagerness, pink and oh so inviting. Perhaps, he would have a taste,
the phantom figured and closing his eyes, he buried his tongue within it -
laughing to himself as he noticed that his lover was holding on tightly to the
column for dear life.
But he was an impatient man
and he could wait no longer. The temptation was now too great to pass up. He
rose to his feet and allowed his aching flesh its release into the cool night
air. Placing a both hands upon his lover’s slender waist, he leaned forward and
thrust.
And oh, what beautiful music his lover finally made.
Their rhythm was a bit off
key at first, but slowly – with each thrust that seemed to go deeper and deeper
each time – they finally established a pace that had them straining to find
just the perfect pitch. Their pants became moans. Their moans became
combinations of groans, whimpers and harshly whispered and fevered words of
love and lust. Their bodies heaved in tandem and seemed to become one as their
silent music grew to a rousing crescendo.
With twin cries of release,
they fell back to earth in a tangle of boneless limbs and flushed bodies. The
braided one smiled lazily and reached for the mask to take it off gently.
“Damn…Heero…”he whispered
thickly with a lick of his lips, feeling as if he never wanted to leave this
position ever. “That was…incredible.”
The dark-haired boy blushed
lightly and smiled in response. “I’m glad you liked it, Duo. It’s a bit of an
over kill in the role playing though…”
“Are you kidding?” Duo chided
with a happy but weary laugh as he wrapped his arms tightly around his lover’s
waist. “We’re still going to play Sleeping Beauty next time, right? You
promised.”
“Duo…” Heero protested
weakly, although any and all arguments he might have had flew out the window as
he felt Duo’s lips upon his again.
To be honest, this night had
turned out to be a great one after all. It wouldn’t kill him to do it all over
again now, would it?
He would just have to try to
convince Duo to become the fair princess again for Heero wasn’t sure he could
handle being in a dress just yet.
~The End~