Rated R for language, mature content, lime/lemon
Disclaimer: Do you have to make me repeat it? It's bad enough I don't
own them and make no money off of them and have no rights over them whatsoever,
do you have to make me sing it as well?
Timelines? What timelines. I'm probably breaking the timelines between
my own loosely linked fics so don't bother me about GW timelines...
[back to Maldoror's fic]
"01, you know I'm madly in love with you, right?"
I glance down at Duo, in surprise and some annoyance. I need to concentrate.
"But if you don't get that fucking program running within the next minute
I am going to murder you."
"No, really. Blood and guts everywhere."
"Yes, yours, baka. I'm running it now."
"At fucking- last!"
I wipe the sweat from my eyes and run the sequence. I keep an eye on the
gyro stabilisation routine, and compensate for any flaw, driving the program
down one path then another as I narrow down the problem to-
"Got the bitch! Panel 3C."
Duo's voice is muffled. He's lying underneath the secondary console, his
head and shoulders deep in the electronic banks, checking the voltmeter
against the circuits being tested by the program. We are looking for a
malfunctioning socket that has been annoying me for quite a while, causing
some dampening on my backup gyro. Not serious enough to warrant ripping
out and replacing the whole console, but annoying. Wing, like myself,
strives for perfection.
I redirect the program according to his instructions, narrowing the fault
down to the actual circuit now.
I put this off for months, rerouting the circuits to another gyro bank,
to avoid doing this, as it would mean days of intense, exhaustive labour
for one person. Two people can get the job done in a tenth of the time,
one running computations and working the gyro, the other checking the
circuits at the same time. But of course it would be unacceptable to let
anyone tamper with Wing.
Except for Duo of course.
So we are finally getting the repairs under way. We've nearly pinpointed
the flaw. I'll have to help him jack up Deathscythe's beam weapon's efficiency
to compensate for the effort he's putting into this.
It's not easy. The engines have to be warm for the fault to manifest,
so Wing has been running for the past three hours of work. Ventilation
is minimal at rest. It's hot in the cabin, we're both stripped down to
shorts and a loose tank top, and we're still sweating. Duo has been cramped
under the console for the last hour, directly under a warming relay circuit,
and he's sweating bullets.
I'm going to have to increase his beam scythe's power by at least 10%
to make up for this...
I wipe the sweat from my eyes again, my bangs plastered to my forehead.
I got rid of my t-shirt an hour ago. I glance down at Duo as the computer
runs another sub-routine. His entire body is radiating tension as he concentrates
on the circuits. One leg is folded up at the knee, the bare foot resting
on the ground. As I watch, a bead of sweat runs down from the cleft of
his knee to his thigh, disappearing under the hemline of his loose high-cut
I flick my gaze back at the laptop, concentrating. It's an automatic reaction.
"Got it! Yeah baby, Shinigami scores!"
I sigh with relief and stop the program.
"Man, you'd never have found it working solo, you won't believe it, there's
two of ‘em loose close together and the EM interference is- no wonder
we couldn't find it right away. You need to change this circuit board,
hmm, lemme see. 392-GSU. Got that?"
"Er... is that a Hn yes or a Hn no or a Hn you're full of shit, Maxwell...
"I have the circuit." I bring out the replacements I had prepared, and
select the right board. I get down from the command-chair level where
I'd been running the program to crouch near him, in the cramped under-cabin
area running below, revealed by a few lifted grids of flooring.
Duo shifts, moves out a bit, then turns around onto his stomach and slowly
inches out from under the bank of electronics. He pushes himself up onto
his hands and knees as soon as he has head-room and backs out from under
the console, bumping his ass into my arm.
The reaction is instinctive. As soon as a part of me starts to enjoy seeing
him squirming out from under the console in that interesting position,
another part of me reaches for the switch. The one that allows me to turn
off any distracting human reactions to-
To my lover.
My mental finger hovers over the switch. But I hesitate.
Normally the reaction is instantaneous, unless Duo has approached me cautiously
and slipped into my defences first. But in these conditions... I've already
let him in part way; I'm letting him help me fix Wing!
Duo looks put out by my hesitation. When I mentioned Wing's fault, I didn't
think he'd insist on helping me fix it, it took me by surprise.
"What's wrong? I'll get you to help me fix Deathscythe in return. If
I trust you with Scythe-" He looks slightly upset.
"That's just it." I glance around the hangar, looking for the others.
We're all sharing the safe-house. "If we start helping each other repair
the other's Gundam-... "
"Yes?" Duo looks completely flummoxed.
"The others will guess." I explain, unnecessarily.
"Er, guess what? That Wing has a flaw? Yeah, I guess I can see where that
would get your perfect panties in a twist, but-"
"That we're intimate, baka!" I snap. We'd gone to a great deal of effort
to keep our relationship to ourselves.
Duo lowers his head, looks at me through his bangs. He rubs his nose.
"... you're saying that if we fix each other's Gundams the others will
figure out we're screwing each other?"
"Well that is a logical deduction."
It takes over five minutes for Duo to stop laughing. In the end I have
to punch him not too hard, I need him intact for the repairs we are now
obviously going to undertake- to make him stop.
I trust Duo's judgement when it comes to other people and their thoughts
and reactions, he's got a much better grasp on it then I do. But I can't
imagine the others thinking I'd let someone into Wing's inner mechanisms
if I'd not been fully confident, to the last fibre of my being, that he
was trustworthy. I'd trust my body to that person first, then my mind,
before I'd trust him with Wing.
Duo squirms against my arm. My mental finger trembles on the switch as
my real fingers suddenly clench the circuit to stop them trembling as
well. I watch my hand with something akin to curiosity.
"Move it bud, you're cramping my style. I'll let you in. Toolbox is already
inside." I shift and Duo sticks his head out from under the console, ready
to turn around.
I watch with the same curiosity as my hand reaches out with the circuit
board. Duo lifts an eyebrow at it as it hovers before his nose.
"You do it."
Duo blinks. It makes sense though. I'm excellent at maintaining Wing but
Duo is the expert in mechanics. While he's doing that I can run diagnostics
on my laptop, computers being my forte.
It makes sense, sure, but we're both surprised I offered to let him do
an actual repair on my Gundam.
"Sure thing, buddy!" Duo grins, pleased. "Don't worry, I'll have that
secondary gyro purring like a kitten or a tiger- in five minute."
He grabs the circuit and ducks under the console again. I watch him bend,
crawl forward on his knees, slither down to his belly, roll over onto
his back with a small groan for stiff muscles...
/Warning. Temperature increase, check Gundam Wing's engine output./
I twitch, then realize it's not my Gundam that's getting warmer in the
dry heat of engine and oil smells.
My mental finger is no longer on my switch...
I'm thinking back to that strange incident with Duo a few days back. You
don't get much stranger than Duo voluntarily cleaning his half of the
room without my gun being involved...
I don't always draw appropriate conclusions about the way people think
and react but I can see what someone's feeling when it's shoved under my nose. It's
just that I normally don't give a damn about it.
Duo had been... disappointed. Let down, for some reason, that I chose
the logical and prudent course of letting him approach me for sex rather
than the other way around.
Normally yes, and he'd obviously gotten over it. But still...
In this instance... what harm could it do?
I'm in the one place in the universe where my more dangerous reflexes
are stilled, without losing enough control where I would need him to take
the lead. I'd made the mental effort of letting Duo in to help me repair
my circuits. Here, my body considers him to be part of my own, while all
my usual controls are up and still active. Here, I can choose to initiate
contact, for the first time since I took that risk on our first night
together, and this time it will be safe for him and for me.
/Confirmed... though probably irrelevant... ?/
"Yeah, just one more minute." His voice is muffled. I shake my head sharply.
Let him finish his repairs first.
/Confirmed! Concentrate... /
I go back up to the command level, turn the engines off and snag my laptop.
I jump back down to Duo's level and start running diagnostics. I program
them to run on automatic, saving their findings to a log file, then I
put the computer aside. Duo would call that a minor triumph in itself,
he seems to resent my laptop sometimes. The diagnostics will take over
an hour to run.
/Efficiency dictates reviewing diagnostics and starting any necessary
repairs when they become-/
Sure. But I don't need to. I have another mission right now...
I look at Duo's lean chest under the humid tank top. My eyes travel down
to his shorts, then his wiry, long legs. My mental finger trembles on
the switch again. I don't turn myself off though.
It's more than lust although that is growing, since I've not stopped
it it's curiosity, and a desire to see if I can do this. Since that
mission where I had to voluntarily break my own conditioning to get Duo
and myself out alive, since he told me that perhaps I had the power to
reprogram my own control, advance it, perfect it... I've been curious
to try. Curiosity is not a trait that Dr J encouraged in me at all, so
that's already a first step. He wanted me to be purposeful, concentrated
on my missions...
But I've learned that missions are not always won with cold computations.
The lean young man before me, bending his knees to give him a bit of traction
on the ground to reach deeper inside the console his hips lift a bit
and my mouth goes suddenly dry- has not a single logical subroutine in
his head, yet I have come to respect his aptitudes and abilities. And
I myself have found that my own conditioning has limitations...
Odin told me to go with my emotions, my instincts...
Maybe I should listen.
/... Confirmed. Controlled conditions and manageable parameters. Acceptable./
"There you go! That'll be seven hundred bucks or- ... a good boost
to my scythe!" Duo's voice brings me back to the present. He scoots out
from under the console again, the same complex squirming movement that
is just as appealing as before. I stand back to give him room, and to
get a better look. His face is flushed as he crawls out, dragging the
toolbox behind him. His bangs are swept back from his forehead in spiky
peaks, caught by sweat. He wipes his forehead with a gesture that is so
sensual it's hard to believe it's innocent. But his eyes are steady and
all business as he puts away the tools.
"Hmm?" He glances up at me as he clicks the case close.
"Do you want-" I shake my wet bangs from my eyes. "Do you want to have
a look at the motor?"
The thing about going with your instincts is that it's hard to see where
you're going at times. I was going to say, ‘Duo, do you want to have sex
now?' That would have been the logical course of action...
/Confirmed. Why change objective?/
Because my instincts reared up and told me that though he'd probably say
yes... that this was not necessarily or exactly what he wanted...
/Does not compute. Does 02 want sexual contact or not?/
When I see the look of amazement and joy in his eyes, I almost assume
that this is why my instincts made me say this. I must have changed objectives.
For a minute it seems perfectly logical that my lover would derive greater
pleasure from mechanics than sex.
"You- you mean that? It's not broken, is-"
"Of course it's not broken, baka!"
"Hahaha, of course not. Wow, you don't mind? I've been longing to take
a look at Wing's guts forever. You always told me you'd kill me first."
I frown. That was before we'd become intimate. Well, I might have said
it once or twice since then... But this is not some secondary system we're
talking about now, these mechanisms hold my life and that of the colonies
in their complex metal fingers. A good number of these systems are classified
as well. But I know that Duo will not talk under interrogation... and
I trust him with my life.
I trust him.
"I'll make an exception this one time." I growl, gesturing him towards
the back of Wing's under-cabin space and the hatch there. We move forward,
nearly bent in two, to avoid the low gridded metal ceiling. I kneel and
enter my code into the hatch lock, Duo hovering as close as he can without
getting close enough to make me react he's not noticed that my deadlier
reflexes are stilled in here-...
That's when I realize why I'm doing this. It seems to be such a strange
reason that my hands hesitate and I frown.
/Compute? Does not compute... /
Duo twitches besides me, his eyes beginning to look plaintive. He thinks
I've changed my mind.
I unfasten the long hatch and lift it slowly. Duo leans forward eagerly,
then starts in surprise as I move back and gesture him to help himself.
He stares at me amazed; he must have expected a quick glance under my
/Warning level 5 security-/
"Stay away from the Zero system, that is highly confidential." I point
to the box far to the right, nearly under the command chair, with a bundle
of tamper-sensitive explosives welded to it. "You can examine the rest."
"Wouldn't want to get near the creepy thing anyway." Duo mutters, as he
leans down to look through the hatch. I'm getting a good view of his rump
again as he looks down at the system, on hands and knees. While he enjoys
the view, so do I, while I turn the new, puzzling objective in my mind.
The paradox is, Duo wants sex, but he doesn't necessarily want me to come
out and ask him for it.
/Does not compute... but this is 02./ Even my conditioning has learned
to make a mental space around Duo.
He doesn't just want me to take the initiative.
He wants to be seduced.
This is a very unfamiliar concept to me.
It could seem that Duo is seducing me at every intimate encounter, but
he's not; he's helping me flip my On/Off switch. Duo doesn't have my inhibitions
when it comes to physical contact, why should I have to do this? I'm not
sure but I think this is part of what Duo wants. My instincts know this
and this is why they prompted me to suggest he view the engines instead
of asking flat out.
I know nothing about seducing anybody, but Duo isn't just anybody. I remember
him stalking me, playing games with me, trying to catch me off guard...
What I know about seduction could be used as a short definition of the
word in a dictionary. What I know about ambush, surprise and misdirection
could fill an entire encyclopaedia.
I feel my mouth curve a bit in an unfamiliar smile. I do owe Shinigami
some payback for all the teasing he's subjected me to over the past few
Duo turns around and the smile is gone instantly. The key is that he's
not realized my reflexes are stilled. He's assuming we are in a working
relationship here, and that I'm all business.
/Analyze. Formulate plan./
My mind plays through several scenarios in the second it takes him to
fully turn around, and I let my instincts guide me to the most appropriate
one. The synergy of the two is... strangely attractive. Though not as
much as the way Duo lifts his braid up to allow a bit of air at the nape
of his neck.
"Ve-ry nice... Is that a third generation balancer on the pipe?"
"Man, maybe you should shoot me, Yuy, this thief feels his fingers itching. Just kidding."
He adds quickly. I know that. Lover or not I would shoot him if he tried
that. But I scowl anyway, playing the game. I've never acted a role before,
this is Duo's domain. It's not too hard though. I only have two or three
facial expressions at best, it's just a matter of selecting one instead
of the other.
Duo giggles nervously and starts to inch away from the hatch.
"Don't you want a closer look?"
Once more, I've caught him off balance. I realize that I am beginning
to enjoy this a little, and not just because I'm hoping for sex at the
"Er- sure! Sure! Er, what-"
"Take a look at the stabiliser itself. You'll find that interesting."
He stares at me for a few seconds then grins. He leans back over the hatch,
then, with a glance at me for permission I nod curtly- gets down on his
stomach with a nice sliding back of his legs to get a closer look. Once
more we both enjoy our respective views.
Duo is both excited and slightly giddy from surprise, maybe even a bit
nervous, so he's talking, of course. I don't mind, I let him prattle about
the system, its efficiency, the specs of the various elements he's looking
at I even answer a few questions automatically, my inner computer providing
the answers without distracting me from my objective. I don't think Dr
J intended me to use my multi-tasking abilities in quite this way but
the whole point of the exercise is improvisation. I ask my instincts how
to proceed, and they tell me just as Duo squirms forward a bit, leaning
further over the open hatch above the story-high space containing Wing's
Duo nearly tumbles down into the engine from shock as he feels my hands
on his legs. "Wh-!"
"Baka, don't fall into my rotor." I growl, gripping him firmly just above
the knees. "And watch that stupid braid of yours." I add, as he glances
back at me in surprise.
Reassured by my gruff tone, he runs his braid beneath the strap of his
loose tank top and leans forward, secure in my hold. I can carry a lot
heavier loads than Duo.
In a minute he's relaxed again the flow of words picks up once more-
and leaning further into the hatch. He squirms forward a bit, pushing
against the edge of the metal with his hands, to get a close look at something.
I can feel his wiry muscles flex and writhe beneath my fingers.
I shift forward and squeeze his legs between mine.
"A better hold." I say calmly as he glances up again in surprise. I shift
my hands a bit higher up as well. "You're sweating, I'm afraid my grip
"Your grip? Are you shitting me?" Duo blinks.
"If you don't mind me leaving bruises I can hold you with hands alone-"
"Nooo that's okay, b-buddy. I know you can bend steel with your bare hands,
I'd hate to think what you'd do to my bones."
He goes back to the engines. I go back to enjoying the feel of his skin
and muscles moving beneath my hands and legs.
"Take a look at the cylinders." I murmur. I wait until the exact moment
Duo leans forward even more, bending at the waist to look at the engine
parts directly beneath him and dart forward into his movement to pluck
his loose t-shirt from his shorts. His previous movements had already
loosened it a lot, it now floats forward down his chest and over his face.
"Baka, watch that!" I snap, a distraction in case he felt my touch as
he was moving. Duo doesn't seem suspicious, simply squirms trying to reattach
his t-shirt. "Take it off, I don't want it tumbling into the engine if
it falls again."
/Confirmed. Damage to Wing to be avoided at all cost./ Not that that's
Duo mutters and shrugs and squirms out of his t-shirt. I lean forward
to catch it my grip shifting up a bit higher still- and toss it aside,
then catch his braid from the hand that was holding it back.
"I'll hold this for you too." I mutter, as if inconvenienced at having
to hold something he only keeps for vanity, or at least I always maintain.
I have figured out what this means to him by now, so I am careful not
to pull it as I trail it back against his bare skin in a gentle, caressing
curve. Duo shivers and glances up at me from the hatch, a nearly upside
down look that, I am sure, tells him nothing.
"... Thanks... " Then he leans back again. I noticed he is flushing. I
doubt it's only from the heat of the engines.
"Do you notice the circuit breaker on the cylinders?" I ask casually,
moving his braid a bit as if to adjust my hold on it better I see his
skin twitch and shiver again under the sensual touch of his hair.
"Er... " He takes a few seconds to concentrate.
"It's a bit dark." He mutters, craning his neck and narrowing his eyes.
I'm ready for that answer.
I lean forward and put a hand beneath the hard abs that are now jutting
out into space above the hatch, and, in an easy movement, pull him upright
against my chest as I lean back.
Duo eep's loudly and starts, his whole body thrumming against mine. A
few months ago this might have been dangerous, but I know that he's gotten
even more used to my presence than I have to his, he won't attack me however
/Compute ... is this certain?... /
He won't, my instincts tell me. They let me enjoy the feel of our skin
moving together as I lean back more still holding him firmly against
my chest- to reach for the toolbox.
Duo is finally coherent. "What- what are you doing?"
"Getting you the flashlight." I tell him, in flat, unemotional tones.
"Oh." His voice is a bit high, and I can feel him swallow as I shift my
hand higher up, to lean back more and riffle the toolbox. I don't look
at it though, I note the deep flush in his cheeks he's half-turned his
head towards me but my grip on his chest won't let him see my face- and
I don't need to see the front of his shorts to know they must be feeling
uncomfortably tight by now. His gaze is wide and almost timid though.
He thinks I'm in what he calls ‘perfect soldier mode', and would think
any kind of physical intimacy to be totally inappropriate. He wouldn't
try to initiate anything while I'm like that, and it must be a million
miles from his mind that I would.
Behind his back I allow myself a small smirk.
I carefully keep his legs pinned between mine and my hand firm on his
chest, keeping him leaning back unbalanced. If I let him move backward
even a bit he'll bump into my groin and then, well, then the game would
be well and truly up.
I clatter the toolbox and shift my hand up higher, brushing his nipple
‘accidentally'. Duo twitches and I can hear him licking his lips. I grunt
as I finally pick out the torch and ‘accidentally' brush him again as
I lean forward. The nipple is hard and sensitive and I feel an abortive
groan hastily buried deep in his chest by a cough.
"Here you go." I hold the flashlight before his face and he stares at
it for a good five seconds before shaking his head sharply and taking
it from me with an embarrassed mutter.
He leans forward against my hand an inch of warm air flutters between
my chest and his back- to get back to the hatch, expecting me to let go.
I don't let him get away that easily, I accompany his movement, my hand
sliding from his chest to his stomach and slightly lower Duo almost drops
the flashlight- as he slides forward, until we're back in the same position
as before. Duo settles down on the metal again somewhat gingerly.
He hurriedly clips the light by it's holder to the edge of the hatch he's
trembling slightly, making the light slide and linger in Wing's hidden
places- then wipes his hands against his shorts. The cloth rifles up at
/Heart rate increase, blood pressure increase/ -and I know where that's
going-/ endomorphine secretion increase-/
I keep tally of my bodies reactions, curious. My fingers, rough and callused,
seem suddenly more sensitive against his skin, a scar rippling beneath
my palm. The skin on my legs seems warmer than mere contact can compute.
I wait a minute, but Duo is only casting a cursory glance at the circuit
breaker under the flashlight's beam. He's not talking any more. He probably
doesn't want me to notice his increased breath rate. Also, I think his
mind is quite elsewhere by now.
"Nice, bab-buddy." Yes, definitely elsewhere... "Erm... " I feel him try
to latch his attention back to the circuits, as he thinks his excitement
won't be finding any release in our present conditions. "Is that-... "
I don't hear his question. He's wriggled forward, inching out even more
above the long drop of the engine compartment, trusting me to hold him.
One more inch and I'm going to have to pay attention to what he's doing
for real or he might get injured. This game is enjoyable but also painfully
tantalising for me as well, and my concentration is probably not what
it should be.
"What did you say?" I ask innocently, and lean forward to hear better,
sliding my hands along sweat-slicked skin up his thighs and under the
edge of his high-cut shorts.
I lean back and my arms are full of twitching, squirming pilot as Duo
rears up and away from the hatch.
"Really?" My arms flex, holding him pinned against me. "I thought you'd
want to spend more time looking at the fuel injectors."
"That's okay!" Duo squeaks, imagining the contortions he'd have to endure
to look at them, they're past the cylinders. His face is bright red and
his heart is hammering against my hand on his chest. "Maybe next time
It was bound to happen. Trying to squirm out of my grasp, his hand slips
from my thigh, covered in sweat and peppered with Wing's oil, to bump
against my crotch.
Duo stiffens. He's not the only one.
"Uh?" His hand instinctively pats again my physiological control has
a field day informing me of all the chemical changes that causes
and his braid jerks against my chest as he tries to twist his head around.
I still keep him pinned to me, but I let my hand slide lower and loosen
my hold on his legs so his rump can come rest against the cause of his
surprise. Then I let my hand slide even lower, down into the waistband
of his loose shorts.
"Are you quite certain you don't want to continue to examine Wing's-"
"Certain." Duo's voice is husky. I can feel his whole body trembling against
mine, tension running between us like a live wire. He hisses slightly
and arches against me his ass moves against me in interesting ways again-
as I brush the tip of his erection, and slowly start unbuttoning his shorts.
"What's... gotten into you?" He mutters, his voice breaking as I brush
him slowly, tantalising.
"... I can think of an interesting way of turning that question around...
" I whisper, my breath beating against the little sensitive area right
behind the ear.
"Huh." He turns his head I've loosened my grip, I don't think he'll try
to leave now, and I have better things to do with my hands- and glances
at me from the corner of his eyes. "This is... new... "
I don't need to ask if he likes it. I can feel his appreciation twitching
and throbbing beneath my fingers.
Duo chuckles the vibrations run down my chest and rub my erection and
my breath catches- and glances around us.
"Okay, I get it." I see him look around the interior of the cockpit, the
command chair above us, the small cramped space that is my sanctuary,
another part of my inner self. "I normally don't do threesomes, handsome,
but I guess I can make an exception."
I glance around Wing's cockpit in turn and grimace. This man knows me
I find a sure-fire way of distracting him from further comment; I pitch
him over onto his back "Eep!"- and slide down his shorts in one smooth
"Wow aren't we bold-" He starts but I swing myself onto him, pinning him
down by the thighs. I don't bear down hard enough for him to feel trapped,
but enough so that he will feel hemmed in, caged, dominated. He's done
that to me enough times. I fasten teeth on his shoulder, suck in skin,
drag it down to his nipple. My hands caress and kneed his hips, his thighs,
before dropping down to his erection as I lick the nipple I'd teased before.
Duo is panting beneath me. His eyes look surprised and a bit incredulous,
before they close in ecstasy.
It's not just about taking initiative... When Duo disarms me, he removes
a part of me, and leaves me open and naked to, well, something close to
emotions. The moments are as much about intimacy and sharing as sex. Now
it's different. My feelings, if any, are remote. But my instincts and
my control are blending into knowledge, as they analyse everything Duo
ever did to me that I liked so much and figure out a way of giving it
all back, here and now. Duo bites his lip and arches and I slow down a
notch. No need to hurry. We've got hours before the others wonder where
I whisper this to Duo and I swear a look close to panic flashes through
his eyes as I tease him towards the edge and hold back again.
I continue toying with him for awhile, until he's panting and ragged beneath
me, and groaning sub vocally for more. That's something I intend to change...
but later. I finally lean forward and riffle through the toolbox. The
grease we use for certain delicate hydraulics is non-toxic, inert and
I hear Duo mutter ‘Gundam lube? A little too kinky there... ' as he spots
"Oh?" I ask as I lean back down against him. "We can stop things here
if you want."
He gives me a glare. It's more than just frustration, there's a little
hurt that I can just up and leave without regrets- the look fades as I
end my sentence with a gentle corkscrew twist of fingers around the skin
of his erection, lightly then harder.
"If you want, that is." I murmur against his throat. I let my hand linger
further down, playing again.
Duo lifts himself up on his elbows and glares at me.
"Damn you, Yuy," he whispers, "you know very well that I'm not leaving,
and if you call it quits now, I'll do something so naughty and intimate
to Wing he'll never live it down!"
"Now who's kinky." I mutter.
"Oh don't pretend you don't like it, 01!" He grabs my neck and drags me
in for a kiss, lips bruising, tongue lashing. He jerks me back to glare
at me again.
"You've been playing me. Me! All along, haven't you!"
"Don't pretend you don't like it, 02... " I murmur, as I rub our groins
together and watch him shudder, his eyes glazing.
"Hng," is all he manages, then he scrabbles up and grabs me, our bodies
clashing, a sensual fight for pleasure and dominance, a battle of equals.
He finally reaches for my shorts and tugs them down impatiently a button
goes flying and I track it automatically-
- to pick it up later lest it get into the inner workings. Then I allow
myself to forget the button and quite a few other things as well my memory
will keep them safely stored- as Duo runs his tongue up and down my length.
Then he gets serious. I record both what he's doing and how my body responds
to it for future reference. Then I feel him press the tube into my hands
just when had I dropped it?- and shift his hips invitingly.
I lube and stretch him slowly, taking my time again, my fingers drifting
against that oh-so-sensitive area inside as gently as I handle Wing's
controls. Duo pants and clings to me, biting my shoulder and arm when
I switch on the live wire inside his body that sends currents of electric
pleasure searing up his veins and makes the lights twinkle behind his
"Okay already... " he groans, more a vibration against my skin than a
whisper. I lift him up and lean him against the wall of the cabin. He
grins in pleasure at the active role while he also frowns as my fingers
leave him wanting. I grab his hands as they wander over his erection,
and push them back against the wall, up, until I press them into the ceiling
grid of the cabin floor only a few feet above us. Duo grins and hooks
his hands through the grid, flexing his hips against me enticingly, wrapping
his legs around my waist.
I slowly ease into him, my control telling me exactly when to stop and
hold back and when to proceed, every slight flinch and twitch of features
close to mine clear signals. Finally I feel him flex and start to move
against me, his strong arms pulling him up and down- I press him against
the wall though, taking more control over our movements as I lift him
up. He makes a near-silent mewl of protest which I lick off of his lips.
Then I twist and thrust and his head jerks back and clonks slightly against
the wall as I send sparks of pleasure running through us both. I accelerate
slowly, controlled, until he's writhing and pulling at the grid above
He starts and blinks at me, coming out of the haze of approaching release,
as I say his name out loud. After months of stealthy love-making, it sounds
like a grenade going off. He stares at me as I slow and stop our movements.
I reach past him and rap my knuckles on the walls of the under-cabin.
"Soundproofed." I smile slowly. Well it had to be if Dr J wanted me to
be able to hear after getting shelled during battle. Duo's jaw drops a
/... confirmed, noise level increase acceptable./
I grind into him once he arches and rubs against the wall- and then stop
"?" Duo sub vocalizes.
"No need to be stealthy, the others can't hear us here." I grind again
and stop. Duo whimpers.
"Louder." I tell him, as I pick up the movement again, with less amplitude.
Duo bites his lip, shivering, unsure, maybe unable to break his own conditioning
I let my fingers drift down to his erection, hard and red between us,
and light a caress like a feather along its length, soft skin catching
against my nails.
Duo gasps and wriggles, trying to get more friction. When I don't comply
one of his hands drops from the grid I'm quite strong enough to support
him alone- but I capture it and return it, stilling the movement of my
hips as well. Duo shoots me a glare that is as full of venom as lust and
pouts. I crush my lips against that beautiful dimple and grind again.
Duo's groan is louder, though still hesitant. I let my hand go to work
on his erection again and this time I apply more pressure. He tosses himself
back against the wall, one hand falling to grab my shoulders, slick with
"Oh... !" Duo's eyes close and I start thrusting for good, finally letting
my own desire take the reins and impose the rhythm. My hands are no longer
playing and his eyes glaze as he gasps and twists.
It's all beautiful, his face caught in bliss, the body of a young god
arching in delight, in release, his voice echoing through Wing's cabin,
ringing in my soul. I feel his body clamp and burn around me and I finally
let go of the control and just about everything else as I let myself drop
into that infinite second of pleasure.
We end up curled on the metal floor, which, we both realize at roughly
the same time, is a lot harder than we anticipated. There's a lazy little
struggle to see who gets to use the other as a pillow. I let him win that
one, fair's fair.
"Whoa... " His voice is unsteady. "'see sparks."
I nearly pitch him off as I start and look around Wing's delicate electronics.
He punches me weakly in the chest at about the same time I realize my
mistake. "Baka." "Moron."
I reach once more for the toolbox and grab one of the cleaner rags there.
Duo makes a face against my chest, but what choice do we have. Looks like
Wing is going to need a bit of cleanup as well... I let that rest for
now, holding him close.
I realize he's slipped through my defences again, I don't mind. He blinks
sleepily as I hold him closer, more gently.
"Hmmm." He mutters, lips moving against my chest. "So... how often does
your Gundam need repairs?"
"Not very often if I can help it." I tell him dryly.
"But keeping such a machine in good shape takes a lot of routine maintenance
"Oh yeah?" He smirks against my chest. "Well... " He lifts smoky purple
eyes to mine and his smile is gentle. "I'm not waiting for routine maintenance
on Wing to get my boots knocked, Yuy. You can prepare to be stalked still."
I feel... disarmed, as I realizes he understands, somehow knows that while
fucking him silly while in complete control is satisfying, another part
of me still craves the more silent, tender and intimate contact we've
developed over the months. I flick sweaty bangs out of his eyes.
"I guess you have to practice your own skills as well." I say as seriously
as I can manage. "I accept to help you in your exercises, if you'll help
me with the occasional routine maintenance."
"You got yourself a deal, pilot." He murmurs, sinking against my chest
and closing his eyes.
end three percent
(Okaaay, my first lemon was that a lemon?- and somewhat longer than anticipated,
it takes a while to get Mr Machine Yuy ‘in the mood' while not being too
OOC for the series... I pity Duo, Heero is high maintenance... Hope you