Title: Wing Zerotica
see part 1 for warnings, notes, disclaimer
+ Part 2
I stood motionless for a while,
though for how long, I don't know. I may have blacked out. I regained
awareness of my surroundings only when I felt Relena's hand on my shoulder.
"Well, Heero? Don't you have something to say?" she asked innocently.
When I didn't respond, she continued. "Aren't you going to thank
me? I went to a lot of trouble for this, you know." At this, I turned,
a bit dazed. "Th-thank you. But. . .why? Why do this for me?"
She smiled warmly. "Because I could think of no one more deserving.
And it's what you really wanted, isn't it? Actually," she added with
a smirk, "it wasn't too difficult to get him here. I think you'll
find him to be a willing participant. A little too willing, perhaps. .
She gave me a wink and then turned to go. I heard her call, "Play
nice," before the door clicked shut.
I stared at the door for a few seconds before a sound behind me captured
That voice. I felt myself get hard just from the sound of it. 'Oh God,
help me. . .' Slowly, I turned around to face the owner of the voice that
affected me so.
Duo stood about ten feet from me. Actually, he was tied up about ten feet
away. His wrists were bound together and suspended above his head by leather
straps that came down from the ceiling. His feet were likewise secured
to the floor, so that he was in an inverted-Y position. It was a rather
impressive setup, complete with fur trimmed handcuffs, and I couldn't
help but wonder how I had mistaken Relena for an innocent child the whole
time I'd known her.
However, the best part was not that he was tied up, but that he was naked.
Completely, blessedly naked, and all for my benefit. Well, he wasn't completely
naked. There was a long sash that covered his eyes. But, for all intents
and purposes, he was _naked_. My first impression was that he was a lot
more muscular than I'd given him credit for. I'd imagined Duo naked (often),
and I thought he'd be a little skinnier. A little "girlier,"
even. His muscles were leaner, less bulky, not quite as defined as mine,
but they were definitely there.
And he was definitely male.
I let my eyes travel over Duo's exposed form at their own leisure. They
raked over his long-fingered hands, down his sinewy arms, and across the
broad planes of his chest. I felt a smirk tugging at my lips when I saw
that his nipples were already erect. 'I guess Relena was right when she
said he was a willing participant.' My gaze continued its path downward,
trailing over Duo's firm abdomen to his narrow waist and slim hips to.
. .I blinked. He was so hard it looked almost painful. Suddenly, I grinned.
'Duo Maxwell, the one I've been fantasizing about for months, is painfully
hard. . .for me!' Mentally, I was jumping up and down in a fit of unabashed
joy, but my physical self was too busy drooling over the vision in front
of me to move. I didn't come out of my stupor until I heard his voice
calling me again, this time a little impatiently.
"Heero? Are you there?"
Hesitantly, I took a step forward, then another, bringing myself closer
and closer to the object of my lust and affection. When I was close enough
to feel the heat that radiated from his body, I stopped. I didn't want
to get too close, fearing that it might not be real, but I had to be near
him. There was never any question about that.
"I. . .I'm here, Duo." I was surprised at the sound of my voice;
it was rough, almost harsh with lust. Duo's reaction was unclear, but
he had obviously felt something, as his erection twitched at my words.
I couldn't keep the smirk off my face once I realized that my voice was
turning him on. I decided to talk some more. "What's going on? Who
A nervous smile spread across his wide mouth. "Well, um, this was
actually Relena's idea. She told me that you were here and suggested that
I come here to surprise you. I didn't know what she meant by 'surprise'
until I got here. . ."
'God bless you, Relena. . .' Suddenly, a new question formed in my brain.
"You didn't know until you got here, and still. . .you let her tie
you up like this?"
And now, for the $64,000 question: "Why?"
He actually blushed a little at that, which I found odd, since he was
seemingly unashamed by his nakedness. "Well, because. . ." It
seemed for a while that he wouldn't answer; perhaps he was too embarrassed,
or maybe he was just looking for the right words, but when he finished
his sentence, I almost hit the floor. "Because I want you to touch
'Oh, God. . .' There was no way for me to suppress the moan that was coaxed
from my throat by his admission. It was all I could do not to pass out.
By that time, my cock was straining against my suddenly too-tight shorts,
begging me for some kind of relief. But I had to be sure that I wasn't
imagining things before I took any action. "You want _me_ to touch
Nodding his head almost frantically, he affirmed his earlier statement.
"God, yes! More than anything! But I only want you, nobody else,
always. I want it, I-I need it!! Please, touch me, Heero. Please, please.
The sound of his voice, so desperate, so needy, was too much. I had to
have him, right then and there. Nothing short of. . .well, nothing could
stop me from ravishing Duo at that point. I reached out with my fingers
extended and traced the line of his jaw with my fingertips, a soft moan
escaping him at the simple contact. I continued to brush my fingertips
over his face, finally able to touch the high cheekbones, the slightly
upturned nose, and the sweet mouth that I had only dreamt about. As I
trailed the pad of my thumb across his lips, I could see his knees begin
to tremble, but he surprised me by taking my thumb into his mouth, sucking
and nibbling in a way that suggested exactly what I'd been hoping for,
and soon, his legs weren't the only unsteady ones.
When I could take no more, I pulled my thumb from his mouth with a soft
"pop!" and let my hand fall down his chest. Duo leaned into
the touch, not holding back his delighted sighs. "Mmmm, Heero, more,
touch me more!"
I know I had a wicked grin on my face, but I just couldn't help myself.
The situation was just too. . .unbelievable, and I found myself wanting
to tease the poor, lovely creature bound in front of me before I took
I traced my fingers around his stiff nipples, close, but not quite touching.
After a few minutes of this torture, Duo voiced his impatience.
"Dammit, Heero! Don't tease me like that!"
Abruptly, I took my hands from his body. "If you're not going to
play by my rules, we're not playing at all. I'll touch you when I want
to touch you, understood?"
The change in his demeanor was immediate, and he quieted, nodding his
head in reply.
"Good boy. But I think you need to be punished for your insubordination."
At that point, I stepped away from him and moved toward a nearby table.
On said table, there was a wide array of. . .toys, most likely left there
by Relena for my own personal use. There were paddles and whips, a variety
of handcuffs, cock rings, what I could only assume were "plugs,"
and more dildos of various shapes and sizes than I had ever seen. Granted,
I haven't seen many, but the sheer number that Relena had on hand was
impressive to say the least. And the lube, dear God, the lube. . .
I finally decided on a small paddle, barely larger than my hand, a leather
cock ring, and some orange-flavored lubricant, mainly because I've always
liked the smell of citrus. Placing the cock ring and the lube in my pocket
for later use, I slowly walked back to my waiting victim. He was still
hard, and his skin glistened with perspiration, the waiting only increasing
I stepped around to his backside, taking a moment to stare before I inflicted
his punishment. My gaze traveled up his toned calves and strong thighs
before coming to rest on his perfect ass. It was muscular, but rounded
enough to be very appealing. It kind of reminded me of an apple; so much
so that I leaned down and bit down on the soft flesh, not too hard, but
hard enough to make Duo jump.
Righting myself, I caressed the wounded muscle with a few firm strokes
of my hand. "I hope you didn't think I left, did you?"
"No, I knew you were-Ah!!"
Interrupting him with a stinging slap on his rear with the paddle, I continued.
"A simple 'yes' or 'no' will suffice. It seems you need more punishment
than I thought."
Yes, I was getting way too into this. One of my favorite fantasies involved
bondage, and since I had the tools available, why not act it out?
Setting the paddle aside for a moment, I reached into my pocket and pulled
out the leather cock ring. It looked too small, but the leather gave slightly
when I stretched it across my fingers. Reaching around Duo's body, I grasped
his hot length in one hand, making him moan and thrust into my hand seeking
a much needed release. I slid the cock ring on with the other hand, pushing
it all the way to the thick root before sliding my grip up and down his
stiffness a few times, but not nearly enough for completion.
"Now you won't be able to come without my approval," I whispered,
nipping his earlobe, my voice half-playful, half malicious. My only reply
was a shuddering gasp and another futile thrust. I circled my thumb around
the swollen head for a moment, covering it in the sticky fluid that oozed
from the tip, occasionally tracing the slit. Duo just trembled in my arms,
his head resting on my shoulder, overcome with the intensity of his pleasure.
I finally released him, licking his juices off of my fingers before picking
up the paddle once more. "I guess we should get back to your punishment.
I tapped the little paddle lightly against Duo's ass once, twice, before
bringing another hard slap against his bottom. I didn't hit him too hard,
just enough to turn his cheeks a little pink-both sets.
"Did you like that?"
I paddled him again, this time a little bit harder than before, and he
gasped, the mix of pleasure and pain making his need more potent. Once
more, and he strained against his bindings, his ass red from the harsh
treatment. Again, harder, and he cried out.
The desire in his voice when he called my name was intoxicating, and it
went straight to my already dripping arousal. I threw down the paddle
and stepped around to his front.
"Fuck the punishment. . ." was all I could manage before I grabbed
his face with both hands and crushed our mouths together. The kiss was
sweet and violent and erotic and so many things at once. It was what I
had been waiting for since I first realized that my feelings for the crazy
American extended past mere camaraderie.
We battled for a moment with lips and teeth, before his tongue slipped
into my mouth and searched out my own. The two muscles slithered and looped
around each other, caressing and fondling, much like my wandering hands.
Duo jerked against his bindings, finally causing one of the leather straps
to snap, and he wrapped an arm around my neck, pulling me closer.
We paused briefly for air before resuming our passionate and brutal kiss.
My hands wandered over the shifting muscles in his back, toying with the
thick rope that lay against his spine, then moving down to the curve of
his ass. I squeezed hard before trailing my fingertips down the cleft,
causing him to moan into my mouth and thrust his hardness against mine.
The movement made my eyes flutter shut, and I returned my attention to
plundering Duo's mouth.
He was the one to pull away next, and for a moment, I thought that he
wanted to stop. Fortunately, I couldn't have been more wrong.
"I want to taste you," he whispered roughly. "Now."
I complied readily. (As if I would ever refuse an offer like that.) After
releasing his other hand from the remaining strap, I helped him slide
down my body and onto his knees. He took over from there.
With a quick jerk, he pulled down my loose shorts, the only thing that
separated my skin from his. The coolness of the air against my bare skin
did nothing to lessen the heat that burned in my groin; if anything, it
intensified the feeling.
These feelings were nothing compared to the sensation of Duo's mouth engulfing
my heated erection. I watched as he wrapped his lips around the head and
sucked -hard-, making my head spin, and trailed the tip of his tongue
up and down the slit. Then he began sliding up and down my length, tonguing
the veins that stood out in relief against my skin. The feeling was a
religious experience in and of itself, the suction was incredible, but
I wanted him to move faster. I placed a hand on the back of his head,
tangling my fingers in the silky tresses, and tried to speed up his tempo,
but he would have none of it. He slowed his rhythm to a crawl before pulling
away completely, leaving me bereft.
"If you're not going to play by my rules," he grinned, "we're not playing
at all. Now let me work; don't interfere."
I barely had time for a nod before his mouth was on me again. He licked
the tip like he would a lollipop before enveloping my hardness once more,
taking in more and more, not stopping until he reached the base. I could
feel the head of my cock rubbing against the back of his throat, and for
a brief second, I wondered how anyone could stand to take a dick whole
like that. Then, he started to swallow, his soft palate and tongue clenching
against my arousal, and I saw stars swimming in front of my eyes. My thought
process halted, and I felt a rush of pleasure come over me. With a few
more hard sucks I came, and somehow, Duo managed to swallow every drop,
lapping up the little that he didn't catch the first time.
I couldn't hold myself up after that, so Duo helped me slide down to the
floor where he wrapped his arms around me in a warm embrace. I stayed
in his arms, twining my fingers in his braid and placing soft kisses against
his shoulder and collarbone until I had regained control of my faculties.
When my thoughts returned, I realized that Duo still had not achieved
release yet, and I knew just the way to remedy the situation.
I released the bindings around his ankles so he could stand freely, and
together we shakily rose to our feet, no words coming to either of us.
After I guided the two of us over to the bed, I pulled off my shirt, freeing
myself of all of my clothes, and I gently untied Duo's blindfold. I had
this incredible urge to see his eyes, and I hoped that I would see happiness
and passion there instead of regret.
Fortunately, when I looked into his magnificent, dusky blue eyes, I saw
no regret or uncertainty. I saw a lot of lust and something else that
I couldn't quite place. I hoped for something, but I wasn't sure what.
I wanted to know what he was feeling, I wanted to identify his emotions,
but I didn't know what to say or even how to say it.
I was cut off by two fingers pressed to my lips. "Shhh. Talk later. Fuck
My quick nod was the only warning he had before I pounced. Pushing him
back against the pillows, I claimed his mouth again. This time, however,
the kisses were not fierce and lustful, they were. . .okay, they were
still lustful, really, really lustful, but they were slow, soft. I liked
these lazy kisses, just as much as I liked feeling Duo's body beneath
mine. It was hard in all the right places, muscular and strong, and it
writhed at my every touch. Leaving Duo's mouth, I turned my attentions
to the long column of his throat, marking his pale skin with little nips
and hard kisses.
"God, Heero," he breathed, "I'm gonna hafta wear turtlenecks for a week
to hide all the hickeys you're giving me."
I chuckled against his skin, my tongue lapping at the sensitive junction
of neck and shoulder before biting down, making his body jolt. "That's
okay. You probably won't be able to walk for a week either, so nobody
will get a chance to see the damage."
He probably would have answered with some smart reply, but I chose that
moment to begin working on his still-hard nipples, so all that came from
Duo for the next few minutes were gasps and sighs. I worried one pert
nub between my teeth, nibbling and pulling at it before laving it with
my tongue and moving on to the other.
I would have kept on, but two insistent hands began pushing me down, down
until I felt a slick hardness rub against my Adam's apple. I grinned into
his firm belly and dipped my tongue into his navel to make him squirm.
Then I headed lower for the prize between his legs.
His cock was an angry red. Of course, I would be angry too if I had to
wait that long to get off. The cock ring didn't help, I'm sure. I wrapped
my fingers around the base of his hardness and brought my lips down for
a taste. I glanced up to see Duo staring down at me, his eyes dark and
pupils dilated with desire. Not breaking eye contact, I closed the few
millimeters that separated my mouth from his cock, and I wrapped my lips
around him, just as he had done to me. He did not look away, I don't think
he even blinked, but the sexiest, most erotic moan sounded from his throat,
and I was immediately hard again. There's just something about his voice
that does it for me.
I finally had to look away to concentrate on giving the best (if the only)
blowjob of my life. I took as much of him in as I could, though I couldn't
really get past the gag reflex, but I could work on that later, provided
there was a later, of course. What I couldn't fit into my mouth, I worked
with my hand.
Changing the pace, I left his erection, his whimper of disappointment
soon replaced by yet another groan as my tongue caressed the heavy sac
that hung between his legs. I cupped his balls in my hand and gently coaxed
them away from the shelter of his body, ensuring that his release would
wait a little longer. I continued laving the velvety skin before taking
one testicle into my mouth and sucking lightly. The scream that tore from
his throat was an obvious indicator of his pleasure, and I grinned internally
at my newfound abilities.
With my unoccupied hand, I reached over to where my shorts had been tossed
and pulled out the tube of lubricant. Spreading a judicious glob of it
over my fingers (one-handed, I might add), I reached between Duo's spread
thighs and found the small entrance that waited for my inevitable intrusion.
I slipped one finger past the tight ring of muscle and pressed forward,
feeling around and stretching. Duo, apparently lost in his pleasure, did
not object, nor did he give any indications of discomfort. I added another
finger when Duo began slamming against my hand, and moved the two in a
steady rhythm, in and out, scissoring them to stretch his passage. The
third entered him easily, and the tempo sped up, in and out, twisting
and untwisting. I soon found the spot that I'd been searching for, as
evidenced when Duo arched off the bed and slammed his full weight against
my hand, a rasping shout breaking from his lungs.
'Okay, he's ready enough.' I pulled my fingers from his tight channel
and coated my aching member with a generous amount of the tangy, sweet
smelling lubricant. I settled my body between his thighs, maneuvering
so that one of his legs wrapped around my waist, while the other was tossed
over my shoulder. This position spread him wide, affording me easy access
to his entrance. I guided my erection to his body, teasing the opening
with phantom touches. Duo began to whine at the torture, so I gave in,
and I pushed the blunted head of my desire past his barrier, pausing once
the tip was inside.
I looked down at my beautiful lover, hoping that he wasn't in any pain.
Duo's eyes were tightly shut, but no tears leaked from under his lashes,
and his face showed no pain, but even so, I wanted to comfort him. I brushed
long, jagged bangs away from his sweat dampened forehead and caressed
his cheek with my palm, smiling as he opened his eyes and leaned into
Satisfied that Duo was enjoying the moment as much as I was, I moved my
hand to grip his narrow hip and began the slow press forward. His passage
was so tight, the grip vice-like, and goddamn! but it felt good. My hand
would never be able to replicate this feeling. I distantly watched as
Duo's face contorted in pain, then pleasure, his lips forming words that
I could not hear.
Once I had pushed in to the hilt, I had to stop in order to catch my breath.
It took more control than I had imagined to take it slow; I really wanted
to pound his ass hard and fast, brutally, God that would feel good. But
that strange, inexplicable feeling inside prevented me from doing so.
I realized in a sudden moment of clarity that I would never be able to
consciously hurt him.
My epiphany ended as quickly as it had begun once Duo began squirming
around underneath me, rolling his hips to encourage me to move. I was
only too glad to oblige. I pumped my hips in a few shallow thrusts, then
pulled out almost entirely before snapping my pelvis forward, pushing
myself all the way back in. After repeating the pattern of a few shallow
strokes followed by a quick, deep thrust, I set a steady rhythm that Duo
quickly picked up. He matched me stroke for stroke, and predictably, our
pace quickened as our collective desire increased.
Duo's head thrashed around on the pillow, his hair half-undone and wild
about his face. He was the most exquisite thing I'd ever seen, flush-faced
and sweaty and practically screaming with desire. I began to pound against
his prostate with every thrust, causing Duo's eyes to fly open and his
back to bow off the bed in an unbelievable curve. I swear he howled, hand
Now he wasn't the only one making noise. I realize that I'm usually a
pretty quiet guy, at least in comparison to Duo. But something about him
brings out this primal need inside me to just scream and moan. Well, scream
and moan, I did, maybe even louder than Duo, it felt that good. The friction
was as sweet as his kisses, and too soon, I felt my climax rolling in.
I wanted Duo to share my moment of ecstasy, so I pulled off the ring around
the base of his cock and wrapped my fingers around his stiff flesh. I
pumped his length a few times before my own orgasm took over my world,
a delicious explosion that wracked my frame with its intensity. My eyes
fell shut as sensation overcame everything else, and I felt Duo's climax
spill against my stomach. The last thing I heard was a whispered, "love
you. . ." but I don't know whose words they were.
* * * * * * * * * *
When I opened my eyes, I was greeted with the sights and smells of Wing
Zero's cockpit. It was a sharp and frankly, a fucking unwelcome contrast
to what I now took to assume was just another fantasy. A very nice, elaborate,
explicit fantasy, but nothing more than a daydream. However, the stickiness
that covered my chest and abdomen and the console. . .and the pilot's
chair. . .and the floor. . .and the ceiling, what the hell?!, was not
a dream, and it would have to be cleaned up post haste. Didn't want my
controls to stick during a mission after all.
In the cleanup process, I noticed a faint humming sound, one that was
very familiar, but unexpected given the circumstances. It was the buzz
of the ZERO system, the white noise that filled my ears during battle.
"Hn. I must have hit the switch while I was. . .busy. Strange, though.
I've never done that before." An uneasy feeling settled over me, but I
brushed it off, blaming it on post-orgasmic confusion. 'I really need
to stop jerking off all the time, it's making me crazy.'
After I had cleaned and disinfected the cockpit and pulled on a change
of clothes, just an old t-shirt and some loose shorts, I hopped out of
the cockpit and scrambled to the hangar floor. A quick glance at my watch
told me it was time for lunch, and I hurried back to the main house. I
didn't want Quatre or Relena to come looking for me if I was late, and
I really didn't want to explain what I'd been doing.
* * * * * * * * * *
Lunch was light, but pleasant. Caesar salad. I had a momentary feeling
of déjà vu when I saw the menu, but it passed as quickly
as it came, and lunch went on as scheduled.
Quatre bitched about my leaving the house without notifying him of my
whereabouts. Apparently, he and Relena were a bit frantic when they realized
that I was not in my room. From now on, I'm supposed to let one of them
know where I am at all times. Frankly, I find that ridiculous, and there's
no way in hell that I'll go along with it. Don't get me wrong, I love
Quatre, but I'm not waiting for his approval when I want to jerk off.
Again, the strange feeling that I'd been in this situation before. 'Maybe
it was a dream or something, just another one of those ridiculous fantasies.
I suddenly recalled the elaborate fantasy that I'd had during my masturbatorial
excursion. 'All of this, everything, just like the fantasy. But, that's
My thoughts were interrupted by Relena placing a hand upon my arm.
"Heero, could you come with me? I have a surprise for you."
For some reason, I felt my mouth curl into a smile. "Sure, Relena. Lead
* * * * * * * * * *
I love Relena's surprises.
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