Title: Wing Zerotica
Pairings: 1x1, 1x2, brief mention of 3+4
Category: PWP, TWT
Warnings: Yaoi, LEMON, light BDSM, OOC-Heero (maybe, I can never tell),
slight humor, author taking some liberties with the series, sympathetic
Relena, general freakiness
Archive: Whoever wants it, feel free! Just let me know the site address,
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or the characters of the series.
Bandai/Sunrise/Sotsu have that privilege. I am not making _any_ money
from this. This story is for entertainment purposes only. I doubt it will
even entertain. Please do not sue me, for I am but a poor, unemployed
Feedback: Much appreciated! C&C are great. NO FLAMES!
Notes: Okay, as I stated under Warnings above, I am taking a few liberties
with the show. Nothing really big, but I thought you all might want to
know, just in case anyone's really anal about such things. This is set
a few days after Heero and Quatre arrive in the Sank Kingdom (episodes
30 and 31, I think). In the series, Heero doesn't have Wing Zero with
him when they go, but in this fic, he does. Also, I'm not sure how long
they were in Sank before they left, so I'm just assuming that they were
there for about a week or so. Please don't think I'm an idiot who doesn't
know the show. I know it (quite well), but I'm just changing a few things
for the purposes of this work of fiction. Alright, (if anyone is still
reading) now that my lengthy spiel is done, on to the story.
'. . .' indicates Heero's thoughts
+ Part 1
* * * * * * * * * *
My day was not going as I had planned. The differences in that day compared
to the rest were minor at first, merely distractions. However, as the
hours passed, the situation got stranger and stranger. Keep in mind that
I'm generally not a big fan of spontaneity or any kind of unexpected changes
to my schedule. But for some reason, on that occasion, I rather enjoyed
* * * * * * * * * *
It was a few days after Quatre and I had arrived in the Sank Kingdom and
into Relena's care. I had suffered a few minor but nonetheless painful
injuries while fighting for the Treize Faction, so both Quatre and Relena
insisted that I not overexert myself, at least for a few days. Basically,
they commanded that I not do anything stupid. I followed their advice,
albeit a bit reluctantly, but I still tended to Wing Zero every day and
kept an eye on Romafeller's movements.
The day in question started out as most others do, with me at my laptop.
I'd hoped to use the period of forced convalescence as an opportunity
to get some much needed reconnaissance work done. All through the morning,
I had been trying to hack into Romafeller's mainframe in order to track
their production of mobile suits. "Trying" being the operative word, since
I never did manage to accomplish my task. Not because it was beyond my
ability, of course, but because I was having trouble concentrating.
No, that's not right. Concentration had nothing to do with it. I just
wasn't concentrating on hacking. At the time, my mind was occupied with
thoughts of. . .(wait for it). . .Duo Maxwell. I hadn't heard from him
in quite some time, and I was wondering if he hadn't gotten himself into
some kind of trouble. He and trouble seemed to go hand in hand, though
I don't know who sought out whom. Therefore, it was perfectly reasonable
for me to be concerned for my fellow pilot's safety. (Quatre says that
pacing the floors at all hours of the morning is more like frantic worry
than mere concern, but Quatre does tend to exaggerate at times.)
This. . .concern seemed to be occurring more and more whenever Duo was
involved. Even when we were on missions together, I watched his back more
carefully than my own. I also had a tendency to sneak into his room at
night and watch him sleep. I always told myself that I did it for his
safety; he was not a light sleeper, and if there were an attack, I would
have to warn him, otherwise he would sleep right through it. However,
I'm not the best liar, especially when I'm lying to myself. The real reason
I watched him sleep was to see him in his 'natural state,' unguarded,
serene. So beautiful. That was what I wanted to see. Not the smiling Shinigami,
or the cynical warrior, just Duo.
But don't think that I was completely oblivious about what was going on,
oh no. I knew what was happening to myself. I could feel myself falling
for him, but I did nothing to stop it. I honestly don't know what first
attracted me to him, but once I fell, I was hooked. I liken it to drug
addiction. I hadn't even touched him, but being near him, hearing his
voice, was enough. I know I sound like a lovestruck teenager, but I think
I was just horny. Really, really horny. Hormones can be a bitch, especially
for a soldier who should concentrate on his missions and not how great
his partner's ass looks in a pair of jeans. (It looks great, by the way.)
So, naturally, I could not concentrate on hacking into a complex network
of computers with impure images of Duo flashing through my mind every
few minutes. . .seconds. . .okay, they pretty much never stop. Every now
and then, I would pause, try to collect myself, and start again, but to
no avail. I've found that it's very difficult to function normally with
a raging hard-on.
After a few hours of working and getting nothing but a rather painful
erection in return, I decided to switch gears and go out to Wing Zero.
I have become quite fond of my Gundam in the short time that it has been
in my possession. It can be surprisingly helpful when I can't decide on
a plan of action. Not that it happens often, but when it does, Zero can
help compensate for my fallibility. How the scientists managed to create
a system that can predict the future still amazes me. It's the only thing
those bastards have done that I am grateful for. I've consulted the ZERO
system several times, usually in battle, and it's saved my life more than
once. In some ways, it's almost like a crystal ball. However, that day
I was not going to Wing Zero for any sort of guidance. I needed to jerk
off and I needed some privacy.
* * * * * * * * * *
I had to be very cautious while making the harrowing journey from my bedroom
to the hangar, which was located on the opposite side of Relena's estate.
I didn't want to be spotted, mainly because the ::coughsizeablecough::
bulge in the front of my shorts would undoubtedly arouse suspicion. (No
pun intended.) I had a near miss with Relena's old manservant while sneaking
through the kitchen. If he'd seen me, he most likely would have assumed
that I was off to commit some deviant act with Relena. But Relena was
nowhere near the cause of my groin's disobedience.
Once I finally made it to the hangar, I quickly crawled into Zero, shutting
and locking the hatch behind me. The cockpit makes a great "masturbation
chamber" because no one would dare disturb me while I was inside. There
I had no worries of Quatre or Relena coming in unexpectedly to check on
me, as they were prone to do. The only one who would even think of bothering
me in Zero was Duo. In fact, I'd used that same fantasy several times
to get off. I have several fantasies, some just quick fixes, others rather
elaborate, and all involving Duo in some fashion. I was beginning to think
I was obsessed with him, but the thought didn't worry me too much. There
are, after all, far worse things than obsessing about Duo.
After I'd settled into the pilot's seat, it didn't take long for me to
start the proceedings. I pushed my shorts down my hips to release my trapped
erection, becoming more aroused by the friction the motion produced. Some
days I would tease myself and try to hold off my orgasm for as long as
I could stand it, but that day I just needed a quick release. I took my
cock in my hand and began to pump in a frantic rhythm, the motion aided
by the creamy fluid that leaked from the tip. Occasionally I'd squeeze
or pull a little harder, just rough enough to spike the pleasure with
a fair amount of pain. I've found that I like that feeling a lot more
than I should.
Soon, I was lost in my own little fantasy world. Since I was in a bit
of a hurry, I used a fairly simple fantasy, one in which Duo's head was
buried between my legs and that sweet mouth of his was pleasuring me.
My mind supplied a picture of Duo, his long, silky hair undone from its
usual braid and flowing over his bare body and over mine as well. I could
almost feel the smooth strands moving over my thighs as he bobbed his
head up and down my engorged flesh. I nearly reached out my hand to run
my fingers through it, momentarily forgetting that it was only a fantasy.
Then, one of "Duo's" long-fingered hands moved from its place on my thigh,
questing downward to my entrance. I spread my legs further apart to accommodate.
I felt one finger slowly enter me, soon followed by another. The digits
thrust in and out of my body at a fast pace, hitting that spot
inside me each time. My head fell back against the seat and I let my eyes
droop shut, unable to keep them open any longer, giving myself up to the
sensations that coursed through my body.
I could feel my climax building, coiled like a fiery snake in the pit
of my stomach, so I sped up the movements of my hands. My vision faded
for a moment, and I came hard, Duo's name falling from my lips in a hoarse
shout. I collapsed bonelessly onto my seat, panting as the last vestiges
of the orgasm faded away. Shakily, I removed my soiled shorts and threw
them behind my seat, making a mental note to wash them as soon as possible.
Then I removed my tank top and cleaned up the mess I'd made, hoping that
semen wouldn't cause a malfunction in the ZERO system.
Since I go on these little masturbatorial expeditions in the cockpit far
more frequently than I care to admit, and since I always end up making
quite a mess, I keep a spare set of clothes under the seat. I pulled out
an old t-shirt and a pair of loose shorts and quickly redressed. Looking
at my watch, I could see that it was almost time for lunch. I didn't want
to be late to the meal and risk having someone come looking for me, so
I hurried out of the cockpit and made my way back to the main house.
* * * * * * * * * *
Lunch was fairly pleasant, although Quatre was none too pleased with the
fact that I'd left my room without giving notice of where I was, and he
insisted that I inform him of my whereabouts from that point on. I could
imagine the scenario:
//"Quatre, I've been having homoerotic fantasies about Duo and I've got
an erection that needs to be dealt with, so I'm going out to Zero to masturbate.
Just thought I'd let you know."//
I snorted at the thought, but apparently Quatre took offense. "I'm not
kidding, Heero! I need you to tell me before you disappear like you did
today. It's not very considerate of you to make us worry like that."
"I'm not a child, Quatre," I informed him, rather indignantly. "I'm perfectly
capable of taking care of myself. I am a Gundam pilot, after all."
He gave me a 'look' and took a deep breath, which signified that he was
about to go into a lecture. "I know that, but still! You could've been
hurt! What if. . ."
. . .And that's where I tuned out. I knew what he was going to say, and
I didn't really need to hear it, so I put my head down and pretended to
be contrite. I've gotten pretty good at doing such, seeing as how Quatre
gives this lecture about once a week. And I was really enjoying my Caesar
salad, so I concentrated on the crunching sound of the lettuce rather
than that of Quatre's voice. I'm convinced that one day he'll grow feathers
and cluck like the mother hen he truly is. Not that I don't appreciate
his caring attitude, but it does become tiresome after a while. I think
even Trowa will grow sick of it sooner or later, and he has the patience
of a saint, not to mention the fact that he worships the ground Quatre
Mid-way through Quatre's speech (or mid-way through my salad, depending
on whose point of view), I got the uneasy feeling that I was being watched.
Lifting my gaze to peer through the hair that fell in my face, I saw Relena
looking at me strangely. The look in her eyes was not one that I'd seen
before and I found it rather frightening. She looked as though. . .she
wanted to eat me. Swallow me whole, in fact. I quickly turned back to
my salad, only to find that I had eaten all of the lettuce and just the
croutons remained. Though croutons do crunch loudly and would be more
than able to drown out Quatre's voice, I don't really care for the taste
of them. With nothing else to occupy my attention, I was torn between
listening to Quatre's lecture and running away to remove myself from Relena's
line of sight. I decided to play with my napkin. That way I wouldn't have
to look at either of them.
I was making an origami crane when that disturbing feeling settled over
me again. I managed a quick glance up at Relena. She still had the same
look in her eyes, but now she was smiling, no, leering in my direction.
A bit unnerved, I looked up at Quatre to see if he had noticed Relena's
unnatural behavior, but he was too far into his tirade to see. I couldn't
bring myself to look back to Relena, lest she pounce on me.
Just then, I heard Quatre wrap up his diatribe. "I just don't want you
to hurt yourself. You are too important to be out of commission for an
extended period of time." He sighed and sat back in his chair. I guess
his little speech wore him out.
I felt that I should comment to keep up the appearance that I'd listened
to what he'd said. "I understand. Thank you for your concern." 'But I
choose to ignore everything you just said,' my brain added. 'I can take
care of myself.'
All too soon, the butler came to take away our plates. The meal was over.
I suddenly realized that I had not formulated an escape plan to get away
from Relena. As I contemplated getting a running start to the nearest
window, she put her hand on my arm.
"Heero, could you come with me? I have a surprise for you."
I didn't know what to do. My brain was telling me to get out as quickly
as possible, and I really wanted to avoid being alone with the
girl, but my mouth refused to open. My objections went unvoiced, so I
was forced to nod my head (reluctantly, I might add), and follow. I made
a mental note to come up with a ready set of excuses to use in these instances.
She took my hand and led me from the dining room. My eyes widened when
I realized that we were heading toward the wing that housed the bedrooms.
'No wonder she was looking at me like that,' I thought. I looked frantically
for Quatre, but he was nowhere to be found. I even found myself searching
for the old butler, but he had mysteriously disappeared as well. Was no
one to save me?!
I imagined Relena dragging me to her room and. . .I forced myself not
to think of that. It would only make me feel worse. I really didn't know
why the thought of being with Relena in that way appalled me so. She was
a very attractive girl, not to mention rich and influential, but the mere
thought of her hands on my skin made me gag. I guess it just reinforced
my preference for men, and for Duo. 'Perhaps I should clue her in. . .'
Relena smiled at me over her shoulder as she led me down the hallway toward
her bedroom. "I've gone to a lot of trouble for this little surprise,
Heero, so I hope you appreciate it. But I'm positive you'll like it."
She winked at me and gave me a seductive smile. I suppressed a shudder.
Briefly, I pondered whether women have the ability to smell fear on a
man, as some animals are able to do, but my thoughts were interrupted
when Relena abruptly stopped walking. She halted so suddenly that I almost
ran into her, but I managed to steady myself by her side.
The door we had come to a stop in front of was not hers, nor was it mine.
It wasn't even Quatre's. It was another spare bedroom, unused, as far
I knew. Why had she taken me to this room?
'Maybe she doesn't want to mess up her sheets,' I thought. 'Or perhaps
she has her sex toys stashed in this room. Or maybe there are mirrors
on the ceiling in here. . .' My mind was coming up with far too many horrifying
possibilities for my taste.
Relena fixed her gaze on me once more. "Here we are. Your surprise is
in there. Go ahead and open the door." I hesitated, unsure of how much
I wanted to see her "surprise." Impatiently, she egged me on. "What are
you waiting for? Go on, open the door! We don't have all day!"
'You're a Gundam pilot. You can handle this.' Repeating that mantra over
and over in my head, I took a deep breath and grabbed the doorknob. Then,
with summoned courage, I pushed the door open and walked into the room.
What I saw stopped me in my tracks.
* * * * * * * * * *
I'll pause for a moment to make a brief statement.
1) I had completely misjudged Relena.
2) I was right about the mirrors on the ceiling. And the sex toys.
3) I owe Relena, big-time.
* * * * * * * * * *
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