Category: PWP, TWT, 1x2x1
Warnings: Blood, violence (of the mission kind), lemon, language, rimming
and . . . . light S&M. *grin*
Spoilers: I highly doubt it.
Note: Oooh, Sharon . . . this one's for you. Be warned, though, it's a
quickie. *grin* Here's hoping it lives up to your expectations and provides
suitable encouragement for your conversion. *laugh* I hope this' ll satisfy
all of you who were pining away for a lemon in Falling Sideways.
"North-north east . . . hold
. . . left corridor, incoming." Heero's voice sounded crackly in Duo's
ear, the deep tones distorted by the receiver and static interference.
Damn it. Duo absently flicked the offending piece of equipment as he quickly
ducked back behind the corner and jumped nimbly up into the maintenance
shaft he had used to navigate the Alliance compound. Carefully closing
the grate, he slithered back and lay down on his stomach, watching the
floor below him.
The braided boy was dressed in a sleek flightsuit and light boots that
reached mid-calf. The stretchy material molded itself to his body like
a second skin, allowing him to move easily through the narrow and oddly
shaped passages both above and below the complex. His hair was pulled
back into its customary braid.
Below him, two soldiers tromped out of the hallway, looking bored as they
made their rounds. Duo watched silently as they passed. People really
were predictable, they almost never looked up. Centuries of evolution
had taught them that anything big enough to be a danger was usually on
the ground. Gotta love that.
And mass recruitment programs don't really provide the best soldiers in
"Clear," Heero's voice crackled again over the comlink.
"Thanks," Duo muttered, moving the grate and dropping silently back to
the floor. "Visual?"
"Video rerouted. On my mark . . . ."
Duo held back, waiting.
He slipped soundlessly into the next corridor, following Heero's directions
to the letter. The other boy steered him unerringly to a very plain, solid
door. The keypad set into the panel looked deceptively innocent.
"Knock, knock," Duo whispered, passing a small card through the keypad's
"Reading," Heero said. "Sequence encryption five. Doorbell: 121 819 break
Duo quickly pressed the numbers as Heero relayed them, pausing briefly
at the break. The door slid open with a breath of displaced air. He stepped
"I'm in. Restore surveillance." Duo glanced around the room. Three computer
terminals were set against the walls with monitors dominating the remaining
space. The low, steady hum of machinery reverberated throughout the room.
Otherwise, it was functional and austere in its design.
"Restored and clear. Target: Prometheus, center station."
"Acknowledged." He glanced at the screens lining the walls, watching data
scroll by. Settling into the chair at his destination, he slipped a disc
into the machine and quickly typed the access codes Heero murmured in
"Data stream, IBC32 located," Duo said quietly. "Destination unchanged?"
"Happy Birthday," Duo said with a grin, sending the information to the
prearranged unit. He waited patiently for Heero to give the word.
Abruptly, the data flow stopped. Well, la de da.
"Status?" Heero hissed in Duo's ear.
"Stopped," Duo muttered sarcastically. He backtracked quickly through
the system commands. "Internal interference."
"Disc copy complete?"
"Negative." Duo frowned at the computer, fingers flying rapidly over the
board. "Bouncing data over the UNet."
"Negative. Do not spread the stream. Retrieval uncertain."
"Catch it," Duo growled. "We're in, we're getting the damn intel."
"Don't bounce," Heero repeated. "It's too risky."
"Too late," Duo replied, keying in the final sequence.
Fragments of data left the terminal and scattered over the Earth Sphere's
UNet. Duo reached down and snatched the empty and practically useless
"Damn it!" Heero grated out.
Duo couldn't help but chuckle. "Get me out of here, lover."
"Atropos station, your left. Sequence three." Heero's voice was clipped.
"Pissed?" Duo queried, entering the information as Heero fed it to him.
The door behind him slid open again and he swiftly exited the room. Perhaps
pissing off his lover was not a good idea. It tended to interfere with
Duo' s preferred extra-curricular activities.
"Got the info?"
"Retrieving now. Fucking UNet."
Duo almost laughed aloud. It wasn't very often Heero resorted to swearing
to express his displeasure. Then again, there wasn't anything quite as
hard to navigate as the UNet.
"Random incoming," Heero said. "They know you're in, but not where."
"Three, behind. No cover."
"No. Someone inside is catching it."
He rounded a corner, waiting patiently for the soldiers to reach him.
"They're on you."
Duo stepped out in front of the three men, taking in the situation even
as his body responded automatically. Swiftly moving forward, he slammed
the palm of his hand up in one's face, breaking his nose and forcing it
upwards into his brain. He dropped dead without a sound.
"Can I borrow your gun?" Duo asked conversationally, dodging behind another
man and using him as a shield.
Duo's hand disappeared, emerging from his boot with a wickedly sharp knife.
He plunged it into the man's neck, slicing cleanly through the skin. Pushing
him forward, Duo reached around and grabbed the gun still clutched in
the dying man's hands. He shoved it hard into the stomach of the remaining
soldier, firing rapidly. The shots were strangely muffled. He pulled the
knife out, wiped it quickly on a soldier's uniform and tucked it safely
into its sheath.
"Appreciate it," he murmured, turning away from the dead men.
"Lock down, area seven," Heero said. "They're trying to corner you."
"I'm at the shaft," Duo stated. "Requesting one flashy exit."
"Affirmative." Duo could hear the smile in Heero's voice.
The walls around him vibrated as Heero triggered several of the detonation
units placed in the compound. Duo slipped through the passages like a
wraith, leaving chaos in his wake.
Duo strolled into the small cabin that was serving as their safehouse
for this mission, a smile on his lips. Despite the difficulties, Heero
had been able to retrieve the necessary information. All in all, not a
bad night's work.
He slipped out of his boots, fished the knife out of its hiding place
and laid it gently on the table. He glanced at the blade sadly. It needed
to be cleaned. The boot sheath was probably gummed up, too. Foregoing
that job for now, he wandered into the bathroom.
Duo glanced at his reflection in the mirror, surprised to see that he
wasn't in need of cleaning as badly as the knife was. Unzipping the flightsuit
halfway and peeling it down so that it dangled from his hips, he turned
on the water for a shower and started prodding at his braid, quickly unraveling
it. He glanced at the closed door. Heero still hadn't made an appearance.
Stripping the flightsuit completely off, Duo stepped into the shower and
began washing. Except for the running water, the house was quiet. Several
minutes later, he emerged, dripping water over the bathroom tiles. Grabbing
a towel, he sponged most of the water out of his hair, combed and braided
it and then dried himself off. His hands felt tight and uncomfortable
as he puttered about. He took a glance at them, noting that they were
getting dry. Rummaging through the bag of first aid items and random toiletries
they had collected, he dug out a small container of hand cream. His eyes
flicked back to the half-closed door. Still no Heero. It was almost disappointing.
There wasn't a thing wrong with extra-curricular activities involving
Hitching a towel around his waist, Duo padded on bare feet towards the
kitchen, stopping first in the living room. He flicked on a lamp in the
den as he wandered through and plunked the jar on the table. No sign of
Heero anywhere. Opening the moisturizer, he spread a bit on his hands.
It felt better already. As he rubbed in the cream, he toyed briefly with
the idea of searching out his partner.
As if on cue, Heero appeared in the doorway leading out of the living
room, clad in a dress shirt that was left carelessly unbuttoned and a
pair of well-worn, faded jeans. The dim lighting in the room made shadows
dance over his face and chest, accenting the sharp angles and planes.
Duo took a moment to enjoy the view.
"You shouldn't have done that." He crossed his arms over his chest.
"We got the info and I got out. What's the difference?" Duo said, sighing.
So much for the view.
"It's against procedure, you know that. Data isn't supposed to be sent
flying blind under any circumstances."
Duo sighed again, dropping himself unceremoniously down on the couch.
He stretched his legs out, flexing them a few times to work out an annoying
little cramp he had developed somewhere along the way.
"We needed it," he said by way of explanation.
Heero shook his head, a ghost of a smile on his lips.
Duo grinned, sensing an opening. "Ah ha, I'm forgiven."
"Did I say that?" Heero asked, quirking an eyebrow. "I didn't even hear
"Oh," Duo said, rolling his eyes. "I have to apologize."
Heero nodded solemnly.
"I can apologize much better if you're not standing half a room away,"
"Then get up."
"Whoa," Duo said, laughing quietly to himself as he stood up and walked
towards the other boy. "You're really pissy, aren't you?" He moved to
slide his hands inside Heero's invitingly open shirt.
"I had to scramble all over the UNet to get that data back. I left tracks
everywhere," Heero said sourly.
Duo stopped short, his arms hovering awkwardly in the air. "You're ticked
because I made you seem like an amateur?"
Heero's face darkened into a scowl.
"That's it. To hell with procedure, you're pissed that someone out there
thinks you don't have a clue." Duo was smirking.
"Where'd you learn to apologize?"
"I didn't," Duo replied with a smile and finished slipping his hands under
"Your hands are cold," Heero hissed as his partner splayed cold fingers
over the warm skin of his back.
"And you're warm." Duo pulled him closer, forcing Heero to uncross his
arms. Duo dipped his head down, nuzzling the side of the short-haired
boy's neck with his nose.
Tipping his head to the side, Heero said, "Your nose is cold, too."
"Mmm hmm," Duo responded, darting his tongue out and licking gently before
closing his lips over the soft skin. Heero made an appreciative noise
deep in his throat. Trailing his mouth over Heero's neck and down the
sharp line of his jaw, Duo let his hands drop, running along the waistband
of his lover 's jeans. Duo's open lips met Heero's, and the short-haired
boy moaned and eagerly parted his own, plunging his tongue deep into Duo's
Heero brought his arms up, cupping the back of Duo's head as he enthusiastically
kissed him, sliding his tongue over Duo's. He pressed himself harder against
the longhaired boy, molding the lines of their bodies together. The heat
of his lover's stiffening member pressed into him. Duo' s tongue tangled
with his, stroking and teasing with light touches. Heero b egan walking
forward, forcing the other boy to back-step towards the couch. He broke
the kiss, nipping at Duo's bottom lip. Duo swiped his tongue over the
other boy's lips, drawing him back to dip inside the inviting warmth once
more. A soft moan escaped Duo, muffled by Heero's lips on his.
Duo's moan ended in a gasp of surprise when his legs hit the sofa. He
fell down, ending up in a semi-sitting position with Heero looming above
him. The towel around his hips was slipping off, exposing the entire length
of one leg and barely managing to cover his erection.
"I must be forgiven," Duo said in a rough voice. "Either that, or I should
piss you off more often."
"I'm still mad at you," Heero stated, settling down on the floor in front
"It's done," Duo said, watching Heero intently. His breath hitched as
the other boy leaned closer. "Besides, what are you going to do about
it now? Spank me?"
Heero abruptly stopped. Duo started to say something, but the dark haired
boy chose that moment to begin moving again. He ran his hands down Duo's
chest, rubbing his palms over pert nipples before moving lower, dragging
his short nails gently down Duo's hips and thighs. Pushing the towel away,
he bared Duo's erection and let out a tiny groan at the sight. The other
boy's words died in his throat.
Heero trailed his finger over the tip of Duo's shaft, gathering the droplet
of liquid and smoothing it over the head in small circles and then down
over its length. Duo made a sound that was a half growl, half groan, urging
Heero to do more. The Japanese pilot quirked his lips, looking first at
Duo 's erection and then shifting his gaze up to his face. He leaned in
slowly, tongue flicking over the tip. Duo stopped breathing for a split
second. He tensed, waiting for the damp heat of Heero's mouth on him.
Duo's eyes were fixed on the spot between his legs where his lover's head
hovered just above his throbbing arousal. He reached down and viciously
dug his fingers into the cushions. Heero blew out a tiny breath of air,
making Duo groan and his cock twitch.
Heero's finger trailed lightly down his length. His other hand came up
to tease his sac briefly before slipping lower. Duo pushed himself down,
moving so his hips rested near the edge of the sofa. He was almost painfully
hard, and Heero was keeping him on the edge. A finger brushed passed his
entrance and Duo caught his breath again in anticipation. Then the short-haired
boy pulled away.
"Now, that's just mean," Duo said, exhaling loudly. He blinked rapidly,
trying to get his eyes to refocus.
Heero started to stand up.
Duo gathered his scattered wits together, quickly getting to his knees
on the couch.
"I'm wearing too many clothes," Heero said with an amused look. He paused,
letting his eyes rove over Duo's body. "You look good like that."
"Oh, yeah?" Duo smiled. He ran his hands up his thighs and over his hips.
One hand trailed back down to pump himself slowly a few times and the
other was splayed against the couch, supporting him. He let his head roll
back, savoring the feelings of pleasure running through him. After having
Heero tease him like that, the sensation felt amazingly intense.
Heero took a deep breath, shrugging out of his shirt. Duo was watching
him now, his eyes dropping closed for a second before opening again lazily.
Heero stopped moving altogether, staring at the picture the longhaired
boy made. Knees spread on the couch . . . slowly stroking himself . .
. a small flash of pink darting out to wet his lips as he moved.
"Hurry up, Heero," Duo said, his voice deeper than normal.
Groaning, Heero undid his jeans and quickly pushed them down off his hips.
Duo's hand sped up as Heero stepped towards him. The short-haired boy
reached out, stopping him. Duo made a frustrated grunt, rising up on his
knees and meeting the other pilot for a wet, open-mouthed kiss. Heero's
hands roamed over his back and chest, pinching one of the other boy's
nipples gently between his thumb and forefinger. Duo broke the kiss, breath
hissing out from between clenched teeth. Heero pinched the nub again,
harder this time. The chestnut haired boy arched his back, pressing himself
forward into the Wing pilot's touch. Heero's erection pushed into Duo's
body, and the kneeling boy rubbed himself against it.
Tossing his head back, Heero let out a throaty moan. "Turn around," he
said, his voice thick.
Still kneeling, Duo turned his back to Heero and leaned over the back
of the couch. His erection rested against the upholstery, causing tiny
shocks of pleasure to rush through him when he moved. He rocked his hips
slowly, pleasuring himself, unmindful of the low groan that he made. Heero's
eyes were fixated on Duo's hips as he thrust himself again and again against
Jerking himself out of his daze, he got to his knees beside the other
pilot, running one hand across the cheeks of Duo's ass and dipping a finger
of the other into his mouth. Heero bent over Duo, using both of his hands
to spread him open. He felt Duo shiver, then heard him murmur his name.
Circling his entrance with a wet finger, he pushed just the tip passed
the tight ring of muscle. He withdrew, trailing his fingers over the crevice
and then dipped inside again.
"Yes," Duo moaned, letting his head drop down to rest on the back of the
sofa. He pressed himself back into Heero's touch.
Heero let his hands drop, teasing the sensitive skin just below Duo's
erection. The braided boy pushed himself harder against the couch and
a shudder passed over him as Heero's hand returned, spreading him open
again and fingering the soft skin around his entrance. He lowered his
head, nipping at Duo's back, pleased when the other boy quivered under
"Heero," Duo ground out from between clenched teeth, "you're killing me
here." He was desperate for something more satisfying than the teasing
touch that his lover was giving.
Heero quickly slid his entire finger inside Duo then, making the other
boy cry out sharply and forcing his body to press harder against the sofa.
He withdrew just as fast, wrenching another harsh sound from Duo.
"Move, Duo," Heero said to him, lips brushing over his ear. He nipped
on the lobe, murmuring encouragement as Duo pressed himself against the
couch back, straining for some measure of relief.
Rolling his head to the side, Duo peered out at Heero from under heavy
lids and the hair trailing over his face. "Heero . . .." he growled.
"Move," Heero commanded again, slipping his finger back between the cheeks
of Duo's ass, stroking over the tiny pucker. He watched as the muscles
twitched under the pad of his finger.
Duo pushed back into Heero's hand, groaning loudly when the finger disappeared
once more. Frustrated, he turned to the short-haired boy, saying, "You
. . . sadistic little-!" He cut himself off sharply with a small yelp
as Heero's hand connected firmly with his ass.
Duo felt his face heating up. He caught the edges of an unsettling, predatory
smile on Heero's face before the other boy pushed him back so he was draped
over the couch again. He felt a hand ghost lightly over the tingling skin,
then the quick sting of another slap. The jolt forced his erection to
graze the cushion and he let out a tiny sound of pleasure. The twin sensations
mingled, intensifying each other. Another slap quickly followed.
"Oh . . . god," he groaned. "Do it again."
He spread his legs wider, waiting for the next smack. When it didn't come
right away, he lifted his head in confusion. Heero's hand came down again,
but with more force than the last time. It hit Duo across both cheeks,
making him hiss. He gripped the couch back with his arms, settling himself
more firmly against it. Heero's hand came down again, and then again,
smacking first one cheek and then the other. A whimper sounded in Duo's
"Again," Duo said, his voice almost a pleading whisper. He faced his lover,
looking at him through half-closed eyes and dropping his head back down
when Heero obliged. "Again."
Duo's lips parted, his breath coming in tiny gasps. His eyes slid closed.
The sharp sting of each strike surged through him, colliding with the
pleasurable friction against his erection. It clashed along his nerves,
making him cry out each time Heero's hand landed.
"Fuck," he panted, rubbing his forehead against the material of the couch
as he shook his head from side to side. "Don't . . . stop." He cried out
loudly when Heero's hand struck him low.
The slaps came in rapid succession then, urging him higher and higher.
He felt dizzy with fiery pleasure. Heero pulled his hips away from the
couch back and dropped a last, harsh smack on the stinging skin of his
ass. Duo murmured, too quiet and jumbled for Heero to understand. His
legs were trembling as Heero spread him wide. He caught his breath, anticipating
Instead, he felt the startling sensation of Heero's tongue slipping inside
him. His head shot up, mouth open wide in a shocked cry. Amazingly hot
and wet, it trailed along the crevice between his cheeks, across the throbbing
skin where Heero had slapped him. Then it was back, circling the sensitive
skin and probing deep inside. Heero's hands gripped him hard, spreading
him open for his pleasure. Duo's moans deteriorated into a shameless mewl
each time his lover's tongue lapped at his entrance.
"Oh . . . Jesus, Heero . . . ." Duo whispered shakily.
Two of Heero's fingers slipped inside him and Duo felt a sudden flash
of being stretched. The fingers disappeared, replaced again by delicious
wetness. Heero's tongue flicked quickly back and forth across his entrance,
then plunged into him again. Duo shouted his name, voice rough from his
"Inside me," Duo said roughly.
Heero stabbed his tongue into his lover again, withdrawing to lick the
rapidly convulsing ring of muscle, only to thrust his tongue back inside.
Duo's hands clutched at the fabric under him, writhing desperately as
Heero invaded him.
Heero trailed his mouth up Duo's spine, lapping at the trail of water
seeping from the boy's braid. His fingers slid inside Duo, stretching
and searching. His lover's body shook with pleasure when his fingers found
that tiny spot.
"Enough?" Heero asked, brushing his lips over Duo's ear.
"Enough teasing . . . fuck me like I want you to," Duo panted, only managing
to open his eyes to tiny slits before they closed again.
The rough words ran straight to Heero's cock, making him groan. He moved
to lay Duo down on the couch, but the braided boy stopped him.
"No," he breathed, cutting himself off with a gasping cry. Heero's fingers
were still inside, stroking him. ". . . from behind."
That earned him the sharp sound of Heero sucking in his breath. Retrieving
the hand cream from the table, the short-haired boy spread a bit on himself,
then rubbed his fingers over Duo's entrance again and worked the cream
The other boy jumped. "Cold," he murmured, wetting his lips.
Taking his hand away, Heero spread Duo open with one hand while grasping
himself in the other. The tip of his erection pressed against the tight
ring of muscle, then slowly he began to slide in. Duo shifted, sucking
in his breath and raising his ass a little higher. Heero released himself,
using both hands to hold Duo's cheeks apart. He pushed in, watching himself
disappear into Duo's body. Half-buried in his lover, he stopped, pulling
himself back out again, eyes still focused on where he was joined with
Duo. Pleasure so intense coursed through him that he felt almost dizzy.
He pushed forward again, plunging his entire length into Duo.
"What . . . are you . . . doing?" Duo asked between gasps for air. Heero
was hot and large inside him, stretching and filling him completely. The
longhaired man let out a long, low cry when he felt Heero slowly pull
out of him again.
"Watching," Heero groaned, his lips gradually parting as he slid back
inside his lover.
"Fuck!" Duo gasped, pushing back to meet him. The thought of Heero watching
as he plunged in and out of his body made Duo's body burn and ache for
more. He pumped his hips, thrusting himself repeatedly onto Heero's shaft.
Holding still, the short-haired boy let Duo ride him. His fingers dug
into the reddened skin of Duo's ass with bruising force. Somewhere in
his cloudy mind, the thought that it was hurting him rose up. He loosened
his grip slightly.
"Don't," Duo said, his breathing heavy and ragged. Heero's fingers tightened
again. "Yes . . . ! Harder!" the chestnut haired boy cried out encouragingly,
rocking his hips faster.
Heero's entire body trembled. He glanced up at Duo and saw the other boy's
head tossed back, an expression of pure ecstasy on his face. His gaze
fell back down to where Duo's body moved over his erection, completely
engulfing him in tight heat. With a desperate yell, he grabbed Duo's hips
and started thrusting.
Duo arched his back, meeting Heero thrust for thrust. Heero's erection
caressed him from the inside, hitting his prostate and sending pleasure
searing through his veins. Fingers dug into his ass and side. He gripped
the back of the couch, screaming his pleasure as Heero plunged deeper
and deeper inside. It was almost too much pleasure, almost pain, so hot
it burned. His body shuddered and he climaxed, his voice hoarse and rough.
Heero's hand gripped him, pumping quickly, milking everything from Duo
and demanding more. His hand faltered and tightened, making Duo's body
spasm as higher waves of pleasure crashed over him. Heero shouted, spilling
himself inside his lover. He continued thrusting, drawing out and intensifying
his orgasm. The wet heat of his come lubricated Duo's passage and was
forced out by his thrusts, trailing slowly down Duo's thighs.
Duo collapsed against the couch, gasping for breath. Heero wrapped shaky
arms around his waist, pulling Duo down with him as he fell onto the cushions.
Slowly, he withdrew. The longhaired boy groaned deep in his throat as
Heero's erection stroked his inner channel.
Opening dazed and unfocused eyes, Duo turned his head and sought his partner
's gaze. He smiled lazily when Heero kissed him. "That . . . it was .
. . ." he trailed off, his eyes slipping closed.
Heero reached down, running his fingers through the come seeping from
Duo and then over the slicked pucker. The muscles twitched under his fingers
and a sigh passed Duo's lips. He leisurely circled the opening, dipping
the tip of his finger inside to stroke the tight ring.
Duo let out an approving little groan as Heero massaged his entrance.
"Interesting way of dealing with anger," he whispered. His voice was still
hoarse. "Remind me to tick you off again . . . sometime very soon."
Heero propped himself up on his elbow, still fingering Duo's opening.
He leaned down, nipping gently first, and then more insistently at the
other boy's neck. Duo moved his head, giving Heero access to more skin.
"I think . . . I'm still angry," Heero mumbled into Duo's throat, his
lips curving into a smile. He slid his finger fully into Duo, marveling
at the wetness and heat. He crooked his finger, brushing over the highly
sensitive skin of his lover's passage.
"Can't say I blame you," Duo said breathlessly, his body arching towards
Heero's touch even as he reached down to stroke his hip. "Maybe I should
apologize again . . . ?"
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Blue: Hey! *waves at Sharon* That didn't turn out so bad.
Duo: *breathing heavily* No, no. That turned out pretty good.
Heero: *nod* Where did you get the military jargon?
Blue: Made it up. *shrug* I don't have a clue about that kind of thing.
But it worked.
Blue: *flat look*
Quatre: It worked fine.
Blue: Thank you.
Trowa: I thought you were going to write a 4x3?
Blue: I am. It's just I was talking to Sharon and the others and . . .
well. *sheepish grin*
Quatre: *smile* You could go write it now that this is finished.
Blue: Yep. I've just got to write this one little thing first with . .
Quatre: *dark glare*
Blue: . . . or . . . I could write that 4x3 right now.
Wufei: You're becoming wiser.
Blue: *wryly* My survival instinct is rapidly refining itself.
Wufei: *nods sagely* Ah.
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