Warnings: Lemon, utter lack of plot
He slumped against the examination
table, breathing still labored, blood pounding in his ears blocking out
the cacophony outside. The room was too white, too sterile, and did nothing
to help settle his nerves. Sally had taken one look at him, dismissed
his injuries as minor and shoved him unceremoniously into this little
white room, forgotten, until everyone else on his team with more serious
injuries had been taken care of.
He paced back and forth, a caged tiger, irritated at being trapped yet
unwilling to free himself, knowing the chaos that lay in wait on the other
side of the door.
He was jumpy. A loud crash from somewhere outside had sent his hand straight
to his gun. A brave young nurse had tried to take it from him when he
arrived at the medical facility. Heero had refused. She didn't ask twice.
The mission had been rough, but they'd expected it. Break up a terrorist
cell, capture the ringleader, blow the compound to kingdom come. Sixty
agents had been sent to accomplish it. Fifty-six had come back alive.
Not bad, considering.
He could still feel the thrum of excitement pulsing through his veins.
High-stakes missions had always had a certain... effect on him. Adrenaline
coursed through his body. He could still smell the smoke from the explosion,
his ears still rang with the reverberating sound of gunfire at close range.
His entire body was still taught, still on alert, his senses heightened,
his nerves jumpy.
So when the door to his room opened, he was surprised he hadn't shot first
and asked questions later.
A disheveled, grinning devil stepped through, slipping through the narrow
space of the door, not opening it all the way to the madness of the outside
world. He pushed the door closed behind him, leaning against it as he
did, his chest heaving slightly in exertion.
"Duo," he said, noting his partner's appearance, eyes raking over his
lithe, muscled form, checking for injuries. There was blood on his arm,
a bullet graze. Not deep but most likely painful. Some bruising. Nothing
Glassy blue-violet eyes took in his appearance, noting injuries, dismissing
them also as minor. "Heero..."
A shrug, the crazed grin never leaving his partner's face. "Nothin' I
can't handle. You?"
Duo pushed himself off the door, moving toward his partner, stalking him
with the moves of a jungle cat. Heero involuntarily stepped backward.
It was a dance, though a familiar one. He backed up until he hit the wall,
watching as Duo advanced upon him.
When he was but inches away, so close Heero could feel the man's breath
against his sweat-damp skin, Duo stopped. Heero knew the game. The next
move was up to him. He let Duo stand there for a moment, the man's eyes
questioning him hungrily. Heero made a low sound in the back of his throat.
It was the only warning his partner received before Heero grabbed him
by his torn, dirty shirt, pulling him that last little distance, wrapping
one arm around the hard, wiry body. Check and mate, though the game never
This was what they needed. At the end of a mission, hearts pounding, adrenaline
coursing through their bodies, doing their dance with death, they needed
a way to let it go, release their coiled, hair-trigger psyches. Heero
needed control. Duo needed an outlet for release. They were a match, hardly
perfect, but there was no one else who understood just what the other
needed. It suited them.
One grubby hand reached up to take hold of Heero's shoulder. "Why Agent
Yuy, is that a gun in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?" he
all but purred, rubbing himself sinfully against the hard bulge in Heero's
Heero grunted. "Do you ever get tired of asking me that?"
Duo just grinned and shook his head. "I'm forever hopeful that someday
I might get lucky."
Heero raised an eyebrow, slipping his hand between their bodies to pull
his gun from his waistband. He raised it, letting Duo get a good look
before clicking off the safety.
Duo's eyes widened, his gaze taking in the sight of Heero's weapon, standard
issue with heavy modifications, the only thing the man loved more than
his computer. It was a thing of beauty; sleek, black and very deadly in
the Heero's hands. Duo had an obsession with the gun, and Heero knew this.
Duo would watch him clean it sometimes, his eyes never leaving Heero's
hands as he stroked the barrel, polishing it until it shone like black
death. Watching Heero with his gun made Duo horny, and Heero exploited
this obsession every chance he got.
He placed the tip of the barrel against his partner's cheek. Duo leaned
in, eyes closed, inhaling the heady scent of warm gunpowder, his mouth
coming open with a soft gasp. He turned his face to rub his cheek along
the cylinder, grinding into Heero in slow, almost painful circles.
Heero made a sound, low in the back of his throat, almost like a growl
as he watched his partner move against his weapon. His own need kicked
in and he spun his partner around, pressing him against his chest. One
arm held Duo by the waist, the other held the gun where he could see it,
but out of his reach.
"Sometimes I don't know what you want more, me or my gun," Heero whispered
into Duo's ear, his voice hoarse and heavy with need.
"Both," Duo rasped, almost too soft for Heero to hear.
"What was that?"
"I want you both," he said again, wriggling in Heero's grasp, causing
the other man to gasp loudly.
"Little tease. Maybe I should just put my gun away." He moved as if to
"No! Please!" Duo went still in his arms, his whole body now trembling.
"Leave it out." He heard Duo swallow. "Whatever you want, I'll do it.
Just leave it out."
"Whatever I want, hmm?" Heero brought the gun up, pressing the length
of it against Duo's chest, letting it dig into his flesh through the ripped
and dirty shirt. He slid it slowly down his torso, over the firm stomach,
quivering slightly with breathless anticipation, down to press the weapon
against his partner's groin.
Duo was already hard. He'd probably been that way since the firefight.
Violence tended to excite him. Heero understood. The rush, the power...
it affected him the same way.
He rubbed the length of the gun up and down the bulge in Duo's pants.
Duo let out a small whine, throwing his head back against Heero's shoulder,
eyes closed, mouth open, panting as he pressed forward against the weapon.
"Heero..." Duo's voice was breathless and needy. Heero dug the gun into
the other man's groin, blood pounding in his ears as he heard Duo cry
out, half in pain, the rest in pleasure.
"I am going to fuck you, Duo," he said, his own voice steady and rough
in Duo's ear. "I'm going to bend that tight little ass of yours over that
table and fuck you until you can't stand up." Duo whimpered in his arms.
"Do you want to feel this..." He pressed the gun harder against Duo's
cock. "...against your skin while I take you?"
"Y-yes... God!" Duo's knees threatened to give out on him. Heero tightened
"Then these..." He tugged on Duo's pants with his other hand. "...have
to go." He released his partner, smirking a little as Duo almost went
to his knees. "Lock the door. Then strip." He raised the gun, pointing
it at Duo as if to make his point.
Duo grinned, his crooked smile making him look more like a demon than
human. Heero knew that smile well.
Duo crossed the room quickly, locking the door before turning to lean
against it. One hand absently rubbed the bulge in his pants as his other
slid under his shirt, pushing it up, taking a moment to tease one of his
own nipples. Heero licked his lips, his mouth aching to taste his partner's
flesh, but he stood his ground. He was in control. The gun in his hand
only emphasized his power.
"Faster, Duo. We don't have much time," he said, pointing his gun in Duo's
Duo merely grinned again, his eyes never wavering from the gun. He gripped
his shirt with both hands, pulling it off in one swift movement. Heero
could hear the slight gasp of pain that fell from Duo's lips when he peeled
the shirt off his wound, causing it to bleed a little. Heero liked that,
As Duo fumbled with the buckle to his belt, little drops of blood running
down his arm, Heero stripped his own shirt off, noting the way his muscles
were starting to stiffen up. He'd have to take care of that later. Maybe
he could talk Duo into helping after they'd both been patched up. The
thought of Duo's hands working his muscles out of their stiffness made
him shudder. He growled softly. This was taking too damn long.
Duo kicked his pants and briefs off as Heero hurriedly unzipped himself,
leaving his fly hanging open. For what he wanted, he didn't need to strip
"Come here," he ordered Duo, meeting him in the middle of the room. He
grasped his partner around the waist, turning him, pushing the half-undone
braid away from Duo's neck.
Duo smelled of sweat and gunpowder. It was heady, intoxicating. He supposed
his own scent had the same effect on Duo. Musky, male. Heero buried his
face in the crook of Duo's neck, sucking on salty flesh as he slid the
gun over his partner's chest.
Duo sucked in a breath, shivering from either the cool metal of the gun
or Heero's mouth on his neck. Heero made sure Duo saw that the safety
was still off. It excited him, playing with death. It excited them both.
Living on the edge, if only to remind themselves they were still alive.
Heero rubbed the tip of the barrel over one pebble hard nipple. Duo gasped
and bucked in his arms. Heero bit down lightly on his injured shoulder,
the copper scent of blood in his nostrils. He clutched his partner to
him, grinding his own partially clothed erection into the back of Duo's
ass, moaning softly.
"F-fuck! Heero!" Duo gasped, one hand clutching at Heero's forearm, the
other snaking behind him to pull Heero's hip closer.
"In a minute," Heero replied, sliding the gun down along Duo's sternum
to circle the navel.
"Nngh!" Heero could tell rational thought had left his partner's mind.
Good. That made things easier.
He let the gun slide over Duo's skin, down the abdomen, causing Duo to
gasp and squirm deliciously in his arms when he found his ticklish spot.
He made a circle over one hip before giving in to Duo's silent demands
and pressed the cool metal against the length of him.
Duo jerked violently at the touch. Heero clamped his arms tightly around
him, his hand gripping the gun so that Duo did not accidentally knock
it away. "Hold still," he ordered, nearly lifting Duo off his feet in
an effort to keep him from moving.
Heero could feel the tension in his partner's body. His muscles were taught
and his back was bowed against Heero's chest. Heero squeezed his arms
around him, hearing Duo whimper softly. He palmed the gun against Duo's
bare, hard cock, rubbing the barrel against his shaft. Duo cried out,
his fingernails clawing at Heero's arms wrapped around him. Heero hissed,
feeling his partner draw blood. What was one more battle wound?
He moved, his own control close to breaking. He pushed Duo to the examination
table, shoving him against it until his partner was bent over. Duo caught
himself on his arms, bracing himself against the table and spreading his
legs for balance.
Heero turned away for only a moment, frantically searching the drawers
and cupboard for something to use. They didn't always bother, but he knew,
with his pulse racing and the incredible urge to be inside Duo *now*,
he would most likely hurt his partner, and after this last mission, they
didn't need another agent out of commission.
He found a tube of petroleum jelly in a drawer, tucked away in the back.
He grabbed it, flicking off the cap as he returned to Duo, still bent
over, ready and waiting. Heero shoved his pants and briefs down over his
hips with one hand, the other holding both the tube and his gun. Quickly,
he slathered some of the jelly in his free hand. Reaching down, he slicked
his cock, hissing softly as he touched himself. He took a moment to relieve
the urgent pressure, fisting his cock up and down. But it wasn't how he
wanted it to end and with reluctance, he let go, wiping his slick hand
down the crevice of Duo's ass.
Duo gasped, pressing himself back against Heero's hand. His hair had mostly
come undone, falling over his back and shoulders in a tangled mass. Heero
swept it aside, leaning over Duo's back to place his mouth on his partner's
shoulder. He bit down, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to
leave a mark. Duo liked being marked. Heero indulged him.
He slid one slick finger into Duo's body, followed shortly by a second.
Duo was as tight as a vise, his body still tense from the mission. Heero
thrust his fingers in and out, just enough to get his partner loose enough
to take him. There was no time for gentleness, nor was it wanted. Control
and release, that was all that mattered now.
Duo shook his head impatiently, squeezing around Heero's fingers. He made
a pitiful whining sound, indicating he was ready enough. Heero withdrew
his fingers, positioned himself and surged inside, swift and deep, gasping
aloud as he felt Duo's body clench around him.
Duo flung his head back and howled. His body trembled, trapped between
Heero and the table. Heero wasted no time, gaving his partner no time
to adjust. He withdrew immediately, pulling completely out of Duo's body
before slamming back home. He felt Duo's feet shift, spreading his legs
even further apart, raising his ass to meet Heero's thrusts.
Duo was so incredibly tight. Heero gripped his hips, pressing the gun
hard against Duo's flesh with one hand. Duo fell forward slightly, resting
on his arms, gripping the far side of the examination table as Heero took
him. In and out, thrust and withdrawal, Heero let his eyes roll to the
back of his head. Duo's body never ceased to please him. Hot, tight, accommodating...
just what he needed.
Pleasure coursed through him, riding the waves of adrenaline left over
from the mission. He pulled Duo's hips against his own forcefully, needing
this small bit of control over his partner.
Duo pushed himself back up, causing Heero to open his eyes at the slight
change of angle. Duo had thrown his head back, tendrils of hair spilling
over his shoulders, tickling Heero's lower stomach as he moved inside
his partner. Duo shuddered, a full-body tremble. Heero grunted, biting
his lower lip and pressing the gun even harder against Duo's hip. There'd
be bruises; just another mark for Duo to wear.
Duo let his head flop forward again. "F-fuck!" His voice was harsh and
Heero slammed home, three times in quick succession, lifting Duo to his
toes. "I am," he ground out, sliding back in, rolling his hips twice,
almost teasing, before resuming his pace.
Beneath him Duo moaned. He lifted one hand off the table, placing it over
the hand holding the gun against his hip. "More!" he cried out. "God,
Heero knew what Duo wanted. His free hand slid over Duo's hip to brace
his stomach. The hand holding the gun slid further down. Duo nearly lost
his footing as his knees buckled when the unyielding metal slid over his
cock. Heero thrusts became short, choppy jabs as he moved the gun up and
down the length of his partner's dick. Duo's body shook, his inner muscles
fluttering spastically. Heero bit his lip again, reining in his control.
His body screamed for release, but denying himself made it that much sweeter.
Duo stopped breathing. His body went taught, unyielding in Heero's embrace.
Heero knew the signs. He thrust forward, hard and deep, surging across
Duo's spot. His partner let out a small cry as his body shuddered violently,
clamping down on Heero's cock as his back arched and he came with Heero's
gun still pressed against his dick.
Heero's own legs threatened to buckle under the strain of Duo's release.
His partner became dead weight in his arms as his body bucked and trembled.
For a moment, he couldn't move, Duo's body holding him trapped inside.
He gritted his teeth, waiting for Duo to ride it out, prolonging his own
release just a little bit longer.
When he finally felt Duo go limp against him, heard his partner's ragged
breathing coming in gasps and pants, Heero dropped the gun onto the examination
table and, holding Duo around the waist, pulled the American nearly upright,
cradling him against his chest. He resumed his thrusting, burying his
face into his partner's sweat-damp hair. Duo's body was still riding the
aftershocks, his ass spasming torturously around Heero's cock.
"Come on, baby." Heero barely heard Duo's soft whisper over the blood
pounding in his ears. He grunted in reply, slapping his hips against his
partner's. He was almost there, the pinnacle just out of reach...
Duo clamped down on him again, the tight heat pushing Heero over the edge.
He tightened his grip around Duo's waist, sliding his hands through the
sticky seed on his belly. He thrust hard once inside him, body shaking
as he released himself deep inside his partner's body. His nerves felt
electric, every inch of skin pressed against and inside Duo alive with
white heat. He jerked his hips up and up, lifting Duo off his feet, gasping
loudly as he spilled himself over and over into his partner. They hung
there for a moment, frozen in their passion, before Heero released the
breath he'd been holding, falling forward as his strength gave out.
Duo caught them on the examination table. Heero leaned heavily over his
back, too weak, for the moment, to do anything but try and control his
heart. Duo held him upright, reaching behind him to splay his palm over
Heero's lower back. They were still joined, each of them gasping softly
at every tremor, every twitch as they rode the aftershocks until Heero
found the strength to push himself off Duo's back.
They came apart with a sticky pop, both of them moaning as they separated.
Duo slumped over the examination table as Heero stood on shaky legs. Noticing
his partner's distress, he slid his arms around Duo's waist, lifting him
up onto the table.
Duo wrinkled his nose as he lay back, pulling Heero's gun out from underneath
him. "Ugh. It's sticky."
"And whose fault is that?" Heero asked as he turned away, hitching up
his pants, to look for something to clean up with.
He could picture Duo grinning behind him. "Yours. I was merely an innocent
Heero found some wet wipes stashed in a drawer. He quickly cleaned himself,
retrieving his shirt and straightening his clothes, before turning back
"You're the one who came looking for me, you know," he replied, wiping
off the sticky mess on Duo's chest. Blood from Duo's reopened wound on
his arm had mixed with semen, forming a congealed mess. Heero cleaned
it up as best he could with the wipes. Duo would have to take care of
the rest later.
Tossing the dirty wipes into the trash, Heero bent to take a better look
at Duo's arm. "You'll need stitches."
Duo shrugged, sitting up and twisting so his legs dangled off the table,
still clutching Heero's gun. "Wouldn't be the first time."
"You should have it looked at soon or else it'll leave a scar."
Duo smirked at him. "Again, wouldn't be the first time." He hopped off
the table and bent over, hissing slightly as he reached for his clothes.
Heero smoothed his own clothes and retrieved his gun, grimacing slightly
at the mess on the barrel.
"Want me to clean that off for you?" Duo asked, mischief in his voice.
Without a word, Heero handed it over.
Duo clicked on the safety. The time for dangerous play was over. Grinning
wickedly at his partner, he inserted the barrel into his mouth, sucking
loudly, pulling it out, clean as a whistle, in one smooth, long stroke.
Heero swallowed hard.
Duo grinned again and passed the gun to Heero, smacking his lips. "Mmm,
Heero said nothing. He slid the gun into his waistband, handing Duo the
rest of his clothes before he changed his mind and threw Duo over the
Duo dressed quickly, ignoring the tangled mess of his hair for now. Heero
unlocked the door and opened it, startling the red-faced nurse standing
"Yes?" he barked, glaring at the woman.
"D-Dr. Po is ready for Agent Maxwell. I... I couldn't find him so she
said to try with you," she stammered, taking a step back.
Heero grunted. "He'll be there in a moment."
The nurse mumbled a reply and hurried away, her face now a brilliant crimson.
Behind him, Duo laughed. Heero felt his partner's hand slide along his
shoulder. "We'll be the talk of the staff for days."
Heero reached up, clasping Duo's hand, bringing it around so that Duo's
arm was wrapped around him. "Thanks."
Duo leaned against his back, squeezing him just a little. "I needed it,
too." They stood like that for just a moment longer before Heero dropped
his hand and Duo stepped away. "Feel better?"
Heero nodded. "I'll be home before you. Do you want me to fix dinner?"
Duo smiled. "That would be nice." He stepped out of the door, taking a
moment to look behind him before hurrying down the hall.
Heero stepped back into the exam room. The table was still a mess, but
it would give the nurses something to gossip about later. He could clean
his own cuts and bruises and discharge himself. Mission reports could
wait until morning. He was feeling more himself now and was eager to get
If he played his cards right with dinner, maybe he could get Duo to show
him his collection of handcuffs.
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