Title: Wing Zerotica
Author: KM
Pairings: 1x1, 1x2, brief mention of 3+4
Category: PWP, TWT
Rating: NC-17
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, please.
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 student.
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

Wing Zerotica + Part 1

(Heero POV)

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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 the distraction.

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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.

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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.

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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 walks on.

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.

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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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