Disclaimer:Don't own them and don't make any money off of them.
Warnings: male/male smut, pure and simple. 1x2
"I thought that if I tweaked
the gyros in Sandrocks' elbow, I could get more performance out of the
readouts for its positioning," Quatre said over the rim of his steaming
cup of tea as he leaned against the door jam of the kitchen and faced
the pilot of Deathscythe.
"Uh-huh," Duo said, "Sounds good."
Duo, dressed in his trademark black, was standing with his hands buried
in his pants pockets, rocking agitatedly from heel to toe repeatedly.
He wasn't looking at Quatre. His attention was, instead, completely riveted
on the person asleep on the couch. That young man was Heero Yuy.
Quatre looked from Duo to Heero and then smiled knowingly. "I've
never seen him like that. He must be exhausted. I have a feeling though,
that if we made any noises, or walked towards him, that he would wake
Duo nodded. His _expression could only be defined as 'awed'. Heero was
sitting up still, but his chin had slumped to his chest and his readouts
of the last, arduous, mission were still glowing on the laptop in his
lap. His face was relaxed and he looked all together different when his
intense, sullen eyes were closed. His delicate, youthful features were
handsome in the extreme. His lips were a small, almost pouting, bow and
his eyelashes were like dark fans against his smooth skin. His hair, usually
a rough tumble, was nearly tamed, falling down like a dark, brown wing
over his forehead.
"Maxwell!" Wu Fei shouted at the top of the stairs and came
down them two at a time, with a leashed, fluid control more often found
in predatory animals. "You have been in my room again! I have told
you, again and again, not to take my things!"
Heero started awake, blinking and wiping at his eyes, but alert once more
and swiveling his head to look at Wu Fei.
"Damn!" Duo swore under his breath and stopped his rocking abruptly.
Heero looked embarrassed, then sullen as he glared at the room in general
and then went back to reading the screen of his laptop.
"Maxwell?" Wu Fei shouted hotly as he stood in front of Duo
and seethed with hands balled into fists.
Duo turned his attention to Wu Fei with difficulty and looked at a loss
for words. "Uh, well.... sorry about that, Wuffie. I... well, if
you're talking about the hairbrush and the calibrator..."
Wu Fei glared in consternation. "You took my hairbrush as well?"
Duo's eyes slid past Wu Fei, saw Heero lift a hand to brush his chocolate
hair from his forehead, and then suddenly began fidgiting again. "Uh,
sorry about that, Wuffie. Won't do it again. I ... uh... I have to go..."
Duo walked with awkward steps to the stairs and then began climbing them
as quickly as Wu Fei had come down them. He took a right at the top and
ducked into his room. Wu Fei blinked in confusion at Quatre and Quatre
blushed as they both heard the shower upstairs turn on.
"What is wrong with him?" Wu Fei wondered. "A person that
unbalanced should not be given a weapon as powerful as a Gundam and-"
"We are all young, Chang," Quatre said soothingly. Wu Fei stared.
Quatre felt the need to add, sensing that Wu Fei didn't understand, "We're
still learning how to be men."
That was put delicately and Wu Fei flushed, suddenly realizing what Quatre
was alluding to. Unfortunately, he chose to be derisive. "He is weak
and without any discipline," Wu Fei sneered, "He should not
be a soldier!" Wu Fei turned on his heel and stalked off to the makeshift
hanger to find his calibration tool.
Quatre sighed and then began to turn to go back into the kitchen. He stopped
when he saw Heero sitting quietly and staring up at the ceiling with an
intense, uncomfortable look on his face as he listened to the sound of
the shower. His hands were gripping the sides of the laptop and the knuckles
were white. Quatre could tell by the way his body was tensing and relaxing
that he was fighting with himself, perhaps trying to find a good reason
to go up to the room that he shared with Duo.
Quatre had watched the two of them dance around each other since they
had started working missions together, both of them so sure that the other
wasn't interested and doing their best not to let the other know that
they were. It would have been funny if Quatre couldn't sensed the pain
and longing behind those careful facades both of the young men had erected.
"Heero?" Quatre said and Heero's eyes snapped to him, narrowing.
"I'm about to clean up in here. I would hate to bother you when you're
working. Duo is showering, but I'm certain that he will leave your room
and allow you to work in peace if you ask him."
Heero's _expression suddenly changed, but it was almost imperceptible.
He nodded and stood up as he closed the cover of his laptop. Without a
word, he went up the stairs at a slow, controlled pace. Quatre smiled
as he turned and went into the kitchen to make himself more tea. He was
a very perceptive person. He knew what that small, ghost of an _expression
on Heero's face had meant. The young man wasn't going up to his room in
anticipation of doing more work, he was going there to, hopefully, catch
a glimpse of Duo Maxwell coming out of the shower.
Duo stood in the warm spray of the shower and leaned into it with both
hands flat against the tile and his knee length hair trailing loose all
about him in wet, bedraggled strands. He had thought of taking a cold
shower, but the need that had blossomed while he had watched Heero sleep,
had turned into a painful demand for immediate release.
"What the hell am I going to do?" Duo muttered as he soaped
up his hand and wrapped it around his raging erection. "Every time
I see him, get close enough to smell him, see the way his shoulders...
I just want to have him fuck my lights out! If he knew... the bastard
can bend steel with his bare hands... If he ever found out... Shit! I
know he'd kill me and I don't wanna die because of a hard on!"
But it was more than that and Duo knew it. Something about the intense,
totally dedicated, young pilot of Wing made Duo tremble and his heart
tie itself into a knot every time he saw him. When they were on separate
missions, he found himself wondering about Heero constantly and ticking
off the time impatiently until they would be together again. It was more
than just sex, he knew, but he was finding it hard admitting it. They
were in the middle of a war and they could die every time they stepped
outside the door of the safe house. The colonists were counting on them,
expecting them to do everything they could, dedicate themselves entirely,
and even die for their cause. Admitting to feelings for another comrade
in the fight, indulging in young love, or dreaming of a possibility of
a relationship in their dangerous situation seemed as foolish as trying
to reach for and touch the moon. Besides, Duo thought with sad frustration,
what were the chances that Heero was gay too? Slim to none, he answered
himself brutally. There were too many strikes, to many obstacles, to many
dangers in allowing himself to think that there could be anything between
"Good thing I have a great imagination," Duo said as he slowly
lowered himself to his knees on the wet tile, steaming water pouring down
on top of him.
Duo brought to mind an image of Heero that had served him well many, many
times before. It was the one where Heero had been changing, standing completely
nude, with his shirt hanging from his hands. He had paused, thinking about
something, and Duo, faking sleep in his nearby bed, had peeked and seen
that Heero's cock had been long, thick and standing at swollen attention.
Duo remembered how startled he had been. Until that time, Heero had seemed
incapable of something as human and as natural as a hard on. The young
man's intense, all encompassing dedication to the cause, and a control
that was far more mature than his years, had given Duo the impression
that he never indulged himself in pleasures of any kind. When Duo had
seen Heero touch his erection, rub it briefly, and then go into the bathroom,
Duo had thought that he would spontaneously combust.
It was easy to recall that image of Heero, of the man's large erection,
of the hand that had played with it as if presenting it to some lover.
Duo imagined himself that lover. He imagined Heero's cock bobbing before
his face, maybe even dripping some salty precum.
Bringing three fingers to his mouth, Duo kept his eyes closed and imagined
that they were Heero's cock. He opened his mouth and plunged them inside.
Duo sucked and licked, falling completely into the fantasy as he imagined
Heero moaning and groaning with pleasure. Heero would fuck his face, Duo
thought, not brutally, but erotically, pumping his hips just enough to
run that length over Duo's rough tongue and to take advantage of the hot,
moist, tightness of Duo's mouth. Duo moved his fingers in an in and out
motion, mimicking that fantasy while his soaped hand caressed his raging
"I want to fuck you," Duo imagined fantasy Heero saying, pulling
his cock out of his mouth and taunting Duo by stroking it and running
it over Duo's face. Duo pulled out his fingers and mimicked the fantasy.
"Oh, yeah," Duo murmured. "I want you to fuck me, Heero.
I want you to take that big, fucking cock, stick it in deep, and ride
me good. Go on. Do it. I've been wanting it for a long time."
Duo imagined Heero's eyes glowing with lust and passion, the man's strong
hands pushing him down so that his cheek touched the wet tile, and then
grabbing his ass and pulling it into position.
"Beg me, "dream Heero ordered him and Duo imagined Heero rubbing
the head of his cock at his entrance, teasing him while he reached underneath
and played with Duo's balls and stiff cock. Duo mimicked the fantasy with
his own hand, teasing his painful cock and massaging his balls lightly.
"Beg me!" Heero ordered more forcefully.
"Please," Duo begged and blushed even though it was only a fantasy.
"I want that big dick in me, Heero. Come one. Don't wait. Fuck me!"
Duo soaped his fingers some more, took two of them, and slid them back
to his trembling ass. Slowly, he pushed them into his puckered, needy
entrance while his free hand began to tease the head of his cock. His
precum trailed down and mingled with the swirling water of the shower.
"Fuck me!" Duo begged and began pushing his fingers in and out
of himself, unable to stop himself from groaning at the wonderful sensation
of being filled by his imaginary Heero.
When real hands grabbed Duo at the waist, he yanked his fingers out of
his entrance and twisted around with a gasp. Flinging his wet hair out
of his eyes, Duo saw a very real and very naked Heero on his knees behind
him under the spray of hot water. Heero's blue eyes were so intense they
almost glowed and his face was set in an _expression of complete determination
and need. It took Duo a full moment of utter shock to realize that Heero
was waiting for permission or rejection.
Duo stared and his world narrowed down to the space between one heartbeat
and the next as he thought of all of the ramifications and the consequences
of allowing Heero to.... but the look he saw in Heero's face wasn't just
about sex, it was saying something to Duo, speaking of a longing that
was more than just about relieving the needs of the impressive stiffness
between his legs.
Slowly, Duo turned back around and lowered his cheek to the warm, wet
tile, giving permission with his body language. Heero was a young man
of few words. Duo didn't expect any now and he wasn't disappointed. Heero's
large hands caressed his ass and they were shaky. They smoothed along
Duo's back and then back down his sides to his ass again. Duo trembled
right along with Heero, both of them knowing that their relationship and
their lives were about to change.
Heero's hand touched Duo's cock and balls tentatively, as if he were afraid
of startling Duo and breaking the moment. His hands was still shaking
slightly as he stroked Duo's length and gently fondled his balls. Duo
didn't even try to bite back his groan. He opened his legs further apart,
feeling embarrassed, but knowing that he wanted what Heero was doing that
badly; bad enough to make himself completely submissive to Heero's will
where he would never have even considered doing so with any other man
in any circumstance.
Heero's grip firmed on his hips and Duo tried not to tense as he felt
the large head of Heero's cock begin pushing in. Heero was slow and patient,
working in that long length carefully as Duo stretched and adjusted to
take him to the hilt. Duo squirmed, hissed, and groaned, but he felt a
sweet satisfaction that overrode any discomfort, as the object of his
obsession stretched out along his back and reached underneath him.
"I've dreamed of doing this," Heero confessed into Duo's ear.
"Me too," Duo moaned. "A lot."
"Why didn't you say anything?" Heero wondered as his fingers
caressed Duo's hard nipples.
"Why didn't you?" Duo shot back.
They both knew. They didn't need to answer. They had been afraid of rejection,
preferring hope and fantasy over what might have been a cruel truth.
"Fuck me," Duo breathed. "Do it! I want it, Heero."
Heero's hand found Duo's cock and wrapped around it. He caressed it as
he began to pump inside of Duo, his hips flexing and lifting to pull his
swollen length out and then coming down to impale Duo onto it again repeatedly.
In the torrent of hot water, their wet bodies writhed against each other,
filling and being filled, coming together in a pumping, moaning, and gasping
tangle of limbs and young excitement.
"Fuck me!" Duo moaned. "Heero! Fuck me! Jerk me off with
your hand. I want to come with you screwing me!"
Heero kissed the back of Duo's neck tenderly even as his hand began to
torture the head of Duo's cock and smooth down the length. His own hard
cock began to pump in an out of Duo in earnest, his pelvis slapping against
Duo's ass with loud noises. "You're so tight, so hot!" Heero
breathed. "I have to come! I have to, Duo. I can't-"
"Shoot your load in me, Heero! I want it as far as you can shove
it," Duo demanded as he lifted his hips and pushed back to meet Heero's
thrusts. "Come on! Make me yours! I want it, Heero!"
Heero growled deep in his throat and wrapped an arm around Duo's waist
possessively as he rose into a crouch. He began pounding hard and deep
into Duo's ass as he jerked him off rapidly at the same time. Duo cried
out at the intense sensation and felt his world gather and center in his
groin as he was rocked, pounded, and stroked in Heero's grip.
Heero exploded first, his hot come filling Duo as he shoved in as far
as he could, hips snapping in short thrusts. He cried out and it echoed
against the tiles. Duo's shout of release came a moment later as all of
his senses exploded in orgasm. He writhed and shuddered, his seed shooting
out over Heero's hand and his own belly.
Duo collapsed, his mind reeling, completely overloaded with pleasure.
He hardly noticed when Heero turned the water off and began drying him
with a towel. When his senses returned, Heero had wrapped his sopping
hair in another towel, lifted him up, and was carrying him into the bedroom.
The young man stretched Duo out on the bed, dried himself off, and then
crawled in beside him.
When Heero pulled Duo into his arms, holding him tightly, he said to Duo
almost fearfully, "What do we do now?"
He meant about the war, their duty, and how this new thing between them
fit in. Duo didn't have an answer though and he refused to think about
it just then. He wanted to enjoy the moment while he could, savor Heero,
and ride on the euphoria that was making every part of him sing, so he
"Rest?" Heero echoed, confused.
"Rest so that we can do it again," Duo chuckled warmly. "Then
we have to find a pillow."
Heero stared and then dared, "A pillow?"
"For my poor ass," Duo laughed as he nuzzled against Heero's
chest contentedly, "because it is going to be so damned sore!"
Heero took hold of Duo's hand and pressed it against his own ass as he
whispered into Duo's ear. "I have another fantasy about you, Duo."
Duo started and looked into Heero's eyes in surprise. Then he grinned
and laughed, "I'm ready when you are, love!" and then he realized
what he had said and looked at Heero in trepidation.
Heero had frozen, staring back, and then, slowly, he began to move again,
smirking and rolling onto his back. As Duo rose above him, he said, "That's
good, because... I love you too. I'm not sure what we will do now, or
how things will-"
Duo put a hand over his mouth to silence him, "Not now," he
said. "All I want to do now is show you my piloting skills."
"Are you very skilled?" Heero wondered with a small laugh.
Duo threw aside the towel and let his wet hair drape over them both as
he leaned down and captured Heero's lips with his own. He said around
the kiss, letting Heero feel his hardening cock against his belly, "You
can tell me after I fly you, okay?"
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