Ch3- F-word used. Lemon! 2x1 and upon demand 1x2

A warm back and two arms incased him in comfortable warmth. His mind, foggy for some reason, immediately wanted to stay. But why would he want to stay? Wasn’t it his father’s back and arms that incased him? Wasn’t it his father’s length that had made his butt hurt and be so sore? Wait, his but didn’t hurt. It just felt a bit sore, like if someone used lubricant before taking him. Odin never used lubricant; he claimed it took away from the sensation.

Something was defiantly different but not at all bed. The chest brushing his back was smooth and unscarred, not at all like the Odin’s old, harsh, and from brawls scared skin. It was probably one of Odin’s friends who had come for a good fuck at a cheap price.

It made some senses; the only person who had ever used lubricant was that long blonde haired one. What was his name? Ah, yeah, Zecks was the name he used around Odin. Zecks skin was youthful, but he had some scars that when Heero had asked about them after a session, he had flinched, mumbled a name, and fucked Heero again to silence him.

So, not Zecks then. There was something different about the material that touched parts of his body. It was to good, to rich for him. Odin believed the cheaper the better; the sheets and mattress were going to get dirty anyway. Could it be silk? Yes, it was. But who would let him lay on silk sheets. He was a no worth whore that was to be used and used again, no matter his feelings, well, the feelings he had left. Silks were not for him. He was tainted. Who?

There was only one way to find out shorter then waiting for his mind to unclog and grant him his memories. He opened his eyes.

He was in a room. Painted and unpainted canvases lay everywhere in the painted in every color imaginable but pink room. The job he got just to be free from home for a bit and calm Odin. The painter. He was in the painter’s arms, on the painter’s sofa. Memory decided it was time to pay a visit. The reaction gotten from those memories was a true smile and a staring in his groan.

“So, your awake finally.” The painter said as he tightened his arms around Heero. “And in more ways then one.” Duo chuckled and his lips touched Heero’s neck, sending pleasure through Heero’s body. The lapped at the flesh, but never biting even though Heero sensed Duo wanted to.

Heero rubbed against Duo. Duo’s hands stated massaging Heero’s stomach, occasionally dipping low and brushing the half aroused staff there. Heero squirmed toward the hands.

He needed Duo in him now to fill the emptiness inside him, that vast emptiness that lived with him everyday. He pushed his hips back against the fully aroused cock.

“Not just yet,” Duo moaned. A hand left its playing. It soon was back, brushing against Heero’s cheek with a plastic container. Some off the liquid splashed on Heero as Duo opened the cap one-handed.

Heero screamed as the stiff cock thrust into him, and hit that spot inside him, making him thrash and toss his head. He was higher then heaven and bliss together. A lubricated hand slid around his waist, letting some of a liquid trail on him. Those hands made it all the way to his length and grasped it in their hot embrace.

He couldn’t take it anymore, and led his seed spray onto the floor. He clenched his muscles. Duo thrust hard in him and screamed with the release of his seed.

They flopped down onto the sofa and rested for a bit.

“Heero,” Duo mumbled.

“Yes?”

“Have you ever been on the top?”

Heero flushed and blushed and the unexpected question.

“No.”

“Want to?”

Heero was about to say no; he liked Duo atop him and in him to banish the loneliness. But it might be fun to be on the top. He had never done it before, so he might as well try.

“Sure.”

Duo wrapped his arms around Heero. “Turn around.”

Heero did. Their bodies rubbed against each other, arousing then for the third time that day. Duo’s cock was purple with blood and almost totally aroused; he must have been thinking about it before he poised the question.

Was Duo going to turn around? He didn’t. Instead, he moved his legs slowly up, caressing Heero’s skin with his toes. Duo’s length was trapped in-between them and thickened as they squirmed. Duo’s tongue darted out and licked at the nipple in front of him. Heero moaned as he felt the textured tongue on his erect nipple swirl around.

Two hands reached down and grabbed his length. They had lubricant on them and coated his length with it. Those hands led his cock to an entrance. He thrust up and was engulfed in pleasure, almost as much pleasure as he got when Duo was inside him.

As Duo had earlier, he thrust in and out, the muscles around Duo’s hole welcoming him. The pleasure reached its peak. He thrust forward as he shoot his seed into Duo. Duo also reached his peak and warmth flooded between their stomachs as he released.

Like before, they flopped down onto the Sofa, of course after Duo took his limbs down.

“You like?” Duo said.

“Yes, but not as much as when you’re in me, Love.”

Heero grinned and looked up. And freaked.

Evil, I am Evil. Next chapter should be out tomorrow… *checks clock* today. Good night and Ja ne.