Don't on them. Don't make any money off of this.
Warning: a lemon for lemon's sake. Male/Male sex. Guns. Violence.
"Go away, baka!"
"Silence! You will give away our position."
"We've been in position' for hours now. I need something to
pass the time."
"We must watch and be ready. You are compromising the mission."
"No, I'm not. I'm preparing for it."
Heero glared at the long haired pilot of Deathscythe as they crouched
behind barrels of fuel at the end of a string of Oz mobile suit hangers.
It was dusk. Still enough light to see by, but enough shadows to feel
Duo chewed on one end of his very long braid and looked back quizzically,
undaunted by Heero's unspoken threat. He continued to grin his maniacal
grin, but there was a glint in his violet eyes, a knowledge that he was
daring violence, or even death, by annoying Heero. Still, Duo Maxwell
loved taking chances, loved the adrenalin thrill of walking the edge with
the pilot of Wing Zero.
"Show me," Duo begged again.
Heero drew his gun, lightning quick, from his butt holster. He pointed
the barrel, glittering in the dying sun, right at Duo's temple. His finger
tensed on the trigger. Duo continued to grin. Violet eyes met cobalt blue
ones in a test of courage and wills. Finally, abruptly, Heero raised the
barrel and then placed the gun on the asphalt ground.
Heero liked taking chances too. Taking his gun apart in enemy territory
was nothing less than attempted suicide. He did it quickly and efficiently,
laying the gun parts out in meticulous order and then meeting Duo's eyes
"Nice," Duo breathed, feeling his face flush as his adrenalin
began pumping strongly. He stifled the urge to look around them for danger.
Instead, he slowly reached out and touched a piece of the black gun. He
stroked that piece with a fingertip, light and sensual. "I knew it
was something special when I first saw it. A custom, one of a kind, bad
Heero watched that long, slender finger and felt his own face flush. There
was definitely something strangely erotic about that tender digit stroking
something so deadly and hard. Heero looked up at Duo's face. Masculine,
yet beautiful too; Duo's purple eyed, pixie face was at all odds with
the trained killer who wore it. That was strangely erotic too.
Danger, Heero's mind said to him, but his body echoed the word, danger,
and had an entirely different response. He felt the heat between his legs
and his spandex became uncomfortably tight. His mind had lost childhood
early on, but his body was sixteen years old and as hot as the asphalt
beneath their feet. It wanted'. It wanted' badly.
Duo sucked on his bottom lip, making it red and swollen with blood, as
his finger moved finally to the barrel of the gun. It traced the long,
hard line of it. Heero shivered. Heero burned as Duo said, "Extra
long, extra hard. Gundanium alloy? Of course. Heero Yuy would only have
the best equipment. I bet you had it prepared special too, so that it
would be slick and easy to screw....," Duo looked up with soft, sultry
eyes, "into the gun," he finished.
Heero lost all control. His mind screamed at him about the mission, yammered
about timetables and parameters, warned of capture, warned most of all
of failure. Heero's body screamed back, cowed the mind, and took possession.
He grabbed Duo and devoured the young man's swollen lips with his own.
The adrenalin rush was flowing through them both. Duo didn't pull away
or protest. Instead, he fell into the kiss and wrapped strong, wiry arms
around Heero's solid body.
Heero's tongue forced its way into Duo's mouth and did battle with Duo's
tongue as he unzipped the pilot's black pants. When he reached inside
with warm hands, Duo pressed against him, making a soft, kittenish noise
as Heero drew out the young man's cock and caressed it. It was hard, but
the skin was petal soft and throbbing with the blood rushing through it.
Kittenish noise and unexpected softness threw Heero over the edge. He
groaned into Duo's ear as he reached lower and jerked down Duo's pants
to the man's knees. The asphalt was unforgiving. Duo shrugged off his
thick coat and made it their bed as Heero lifted Duo up by his ass cheeks
and then rolled the lithe young man underneath him. Heero covered the
pilot of Deathscythe with a hot trail of kisses as Duo reached between
them and freed Heero's cock.
"Fuck me," Duo breathed. "Fuck me good. Fuck me hard, Perfect
Soldier." His calloused hands stroked Heero's dripping, hot, impressive
length with every word, smearing precum and his own saliva over the head
and down the long shaft.
Heero didn't reply. He didn't ask any questions. Was it Duo's first time?
Obviously not. Didn't he care about the mission or the danger? Obviously
not. Didn't he care that, despite the jacket, his ass was going to be
scraped raw and plowed viciously for lack of some lube? Again, obviously
not. The pilot of Wing Zero never stated or asked the obvious. He went
with his emotions. His emotions were demanding that he take that fiery
body beneath him and make it utterly his.
Heero hooked arms under Duo's knees and bent the pilot double. Duo's flexible,
young body bent easily. He panted with anticipation, kissing and caressing
all the parts of Heero that he could reach as Heero put his cock head
against his anus.
Duo ground teeth into his own lip as Heero began to enter him with short,
forceful, in and out motions. Heero went deeper and deeper with every
flex of his hips and it was clear that he was causing Duo pain. The young
man groaned and breathed harshly, pixie face screwing up and a tear leaking
from each wondrous, amethyst eye.
Heero bent to kiss those tears, but it was rough and needy kisses. He
couldn't stop; wouldn't stop. Duo had teased him. Duo had wanted this.
Shinigami had made his bed and it was made of asphalt and tears. Now he
had to lie in it.
Duo's panting turned into gasps as Heero began to slide in and out more
easily. Duo relaxed. His insides loosened to accommodate the throbbing
cock within him and pain turned into pleasure.
Duo groaned as Heero grabbed his ass with both hands and lifted his hips
at a sharper angle. As Heero began a rapid, pounding fuck, the pleasure
turned into ecstasy for Duo as Heero's cock head rubbed the secret place
deep inside of him. To keep from crying out loud, Duo bit into Heero's
shoulder and muffled his screams against his lover's flesh.
Duo's cock became rock hard and he reached between them to grasp it and
begin jerking himself off in time to Heero's thrusts. They both neared
climax, bodies pounding together and the world frozen in time around them.
They were reduced to panting, sweating flesh, the center of their world
Heero's swollen cock and Duo's tight entrance. Oz soldiers and the all
important mission ceased to exist. There was only the rush of adrenalin
and the all powerful need to cum at any cost.
Heero exploded first, body thrusting wildly and hands closing on Duo's
body like steel clamps as he braced himself to pump white, hot seed against
Duo's most sensitive place. That made Duo scream again into Heero's shoulder
as his own cock spasmed and sent a spray of cum splattering over both
Heero, breathing hard and wiping sweat from his brown, began to back up
and let Duo unfold his body. At that moment, they both heard the sound
of boots on asphalt.
Heero was still pulling his cock from Duo's dripping entrance, off balance
and not prepared to react. Duo was in motion instantly, twisting his body
sideways at a seeming impossible angle, showing his flexibility as he
grabbed with both hands for the pieces of the gun.
Click, snap, click, whirl. Duo brought up the reassembled gun with incredible
speed and fired point blank as the Oz soldier came around the barrels
and stopped in shock at the scene of the two half naked pilots. A red
splotch appeared on the man's forehead as parts of his skull shattered
and splattered. His surprised look remained frozen on his face as he slumped
sideways to the asphalt.
Duo raised the barrel of the gun and grinned at Heero. "Nice silencer.
You have the best equipment Heero."
Heero scowled as he pulled up his spandex pants, already reprimanding
himself for being so weak and compromising the mission. With thoughts
of submitting himself to Dr. J for severe retraining, he growled, "You
could have just used your own gun, baka!"
Duo grinned wider. "Where's the fun in that?"
Heero stared at Duo, seeing the adrenalin flushed cheeks and the glitter
of excitement in the pilot's eyes. He found himself smirking, feeling
the same rush in his own body, the same fire in his veins that was proof
that he had loved every second of their danger and daring.
"We have a mission," Heero said as he rose in a cautious crouch,
but he was still smirking at Duo as the young man was pulling on his own
clothes and wincing from the pain of his sore backside. "After it
is completed though, you will let me know when you are ready to play with
my gun again?"
Duo blinked at him and then smiled even wider. "Don't worry, Heero,
baby, I think I'll want to play with it a lot."
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