Pairings: 2x1/1x2, and a surprise! ^_~
Song sung by *NSync. We've gotten rid of the female references.
We do not own these puppets.
Mmm...he was dreaming... Blooming daisies and shiny rainbows and Deathscythe and naked Heero... Lovely. A loud beep coming from inside the cockpit woke him; an incoming message. Still not fully coherent, Duo hit a few random buttons, hoping they would make the message open. After a moment, the computer squawked in protest, but obligingly opened the message.
From 01, Duo read slowly, his eyes glassing over as he attempted to decipher the message in the low light. Why would his estranged lover be sending him a message? They didn't have any missions... But if it wasn't from Heero... He chuckled at the thought of Wufei e-mailing him a chain letter.
"Enjoy." That was all it said; heaving a sigh at his cryptic companions, he was about to head back to sleep when he saw an attachment. Cursing himself for his curious nature, the braided pilot downloaded hshow.vid onto his hard drive and opened the file.
To his surprise, it was a video file. Judging from the megabytes it was taking to run it, he suspected it was well over an hour and a half long. Guiding the pointer with the mouse ball, he pressed play and sat back.
It was a dark room. He could see a window and the faint outline of something boxy--a bed, probably. Nighttime. To his surprise, he could hear music in the background, some kind of heavy bass and light keyboard. It was another minute before anything happened; Duo was about to shut it off when he heard a door open and close. Heero, clad in tight jeans and a blue button-down shirt, stepped into view of the camera, facing it, speaking to it.
"Duo," he said softly. In the shadows, his blue eyes looked almost black. The American found his throat suddenly dry; somehow, there was something very sexy about that serious stare.
[Baby, baby we can do all that we want
We get nasty, nasty]
"I know how you feel about me," he whispered, looking around, maybe at the cameraman. Then Heero paused, torturing Duo with his lack of response. "I want you," he declared, reaching out to caress the glass of the lens like it was Duo's face.
"Oh my God," Duo hissed, tugging his jacket closer around him. "Oh my God." Heero's lips moved, but the sound had been cut off, for some reason. "Heero..." He reached out to trace the line of his slanted eyes, his chiseled cheekbones and strong jaw.
"We've both got missions right now...but I can't stop dreaming about you." He slid a hand into his shirt and stroked the dip of his collarbone enticingly, the tiniest flat smile spreading over sensual lips.
[We get freaky dicky
Baby, baby we can do more than just talk]
"Are you alone?" Duo nodded, though he knew the video had been pre-recorded. "Good." In a slow motion, he tugged the edge of his shirt up, exposing tanned skin and one nipple the color of brown sugar. Duo bet that it would taste like brown sugar too.
"I want you to take off your clothes."
Duo froze.
"Don't look at me like that. Take off your undershirt--you sleep in it, right? And your pants and your boxers. I hope you don't sleep with your boots on,"--he smirked--"but if you do, leave them on."
He paused for a moment, as if giving Duo time to shed his white sleeveless shirt and black riding pants. His boots, mercifully, had been discarded the night before. "Done?"
[
Cause I can hear ya, hear ya
And I can see ya, see ya
]
"Well?" A hand caressed one nipple absently as the other went to work on the zipper of Heero's jeans. "Is he doing it?" Heero nodded and pulled his shadowed lover onto his lap, peering around his shoulders to look at the screen. His Gundam had recording devices inside, sort of a modernized version of the archaic black boxes, and he'd hacked into Duo's.
He groaned as Duo shed his shirt, two erect pink nipples marring the broad, white chest. His hands hesitated at the buttons of his pants, then he lifted his hips and began to clumsily slide them down his legs, taking his boxers with them.
Duo was semi-erect, definitely more than a little aroused by what he was watching on the screen. For once, Heero mentally thanked the doctors for installing the cameras in the paneling that protected the knees; he had a perfect view between the American's thighs.
[
Baby, baby, we can do all that we want
We get nasty, nasty
We get freaky dicky, freaky dicky
]
"Now unbind your hair," video Heero ordered, that errant hand pulling the fabric up a little higher, revealing a hairless chest and the curve where his arms melted into his shoulders.
Never hesitating, Duo reached behind him to where the tip of his braid was brushing lightly against the small of his back and tugged off the rubber-band that imprisoned his hair. "Okay," he whispered breathlessly, fingercombing the strands rapidly, his heart beating faster and faster. It was getting hot in there!
[
Digital, digital getdown
Just you and me
We may be twenty thousand miles away
But I can see ya
]
Smiling, Heero tossed his shirt away and moved to lie down onto the bed, his head turned towards the camera. "Close your eyes," he groaned hoarsely, his own Prussian eyes falling shut.
Duo obeyed, listening to the soft pants played on the video screen. His hands strayed to his neck, then lower, tracing the lines of the tendons there, and sought the sensitive spot in his neck.
"Hands off, Duo. Not until I say so..."
[
And baby, baby you can see me
Digital, digital getdown
Just what we need
]
Obediently, he settled his hands on his knees, squeezing gently to keep himself from crying out as he heard Heero moan. He knew the Japanese boy was touching himself, and it was driving him crazy not knowing what he was doing...where his hands were.
That last thought sent his temperature skyrocketing. He could feel sweat trickling down his forehead and temples, plastering his bangs to his scalp. He squeezed his legs together, trying to get some relief from the heat and the low fire kindling in his belly. A shiver chased down his spine.
"Duo..." His eyes snapped open of their own volition, zooming in on the figure lying on the bed, his jeans slowly but surely making their way down his long legs. Heero turned his head so he was still staring at the camera as he ran his hands over strong, muscles thighs. "I want you to touch yourself here..." His hand slid between his legs, moving slowly up and down, up and down... The American pilot found himself mesmerized, unable to look away. Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, he kept his eyes trained on the screen and his hand slid slowly over his flat stomach and lower.
It was an electric shock, watching Heero touching himself, imagining that his hand was Heero's. His face burned, flushing a soft pink; he suddenly felt light-headed. Sliding with short, hard jerks, thumb pressing in a painfully pleasurable way into the tip of his cock, his body went taut as he came, mouth twisted into a soundless scream. He'd been too far gone...
[
If we can get together naturally
Than we can, we can get together on the digital screen
]
Back inside the safehouse, Heero wrestled with his lover for dominance. "My turn to be on top," he complained, plying the other boy with kisses. "Come on..."
"Is that an invitation?" Heero made a face, but finally allowed the other boy to push him to the bed. His head came to a cautious rest on the pillows, eyes never straying far from the one who had buried his face between his legs, nibbling at the flesh he found there.
"*Oh*..." he groaned, throwing one arm over his eyes.
[
Every time I'm sittin' home alone
I can't wait to get you on the phone
So pick it up, baby
]
On camera, Heero smirked. "Did you like that?" Wordlessly, Duo nodded, taking slow, measured breaths. "I liked it too..." Fingers toyed with the loose bangs falling into his face, twirling them absently. "I can almost picture it, you know." The person behind the camera zoomed in so Heero filled the entire screen.
His hands strayed down, stroking his inner thighs with the lightest caresses. His hips bucked up of their own accord; Heero grinned sheepishly, his tongue darting out to trace plump lips. "Would you do this to me, Duo? Would you deep throat, or..." He left the rest unspoken, and beckoned to the person behind the camera.
"Come here, love." Suddenly, another body appeared on the bed, but the camera shot had been precisely calculated so all the American could see was a slim waist, golden skin and long legs. "Let's show Duo what he's missing."
[
I can see everything you do
It's bouncin' me from satellite to satellite
]
Heero felt his lover's hips slam into him with quick, jarring movements that were forcing his back against the headboard. His head tilted back, exposing the long arch of neck and his Adam's apple; he nearly came as a wet mouth closed on the base of his throat. "Don't stop!" he demanded, locking his ankles around the other boy's back. His vision was blurring, but he could see Duo, moving restlessly in the cockpit, obviously aroused by the things he was watching.
Then colored lights began to explode in his vision and he forgot about Duo...
[
I love the things you do for me so late at night
You turn me on, baby
]
He watched as the boy got on his hands and knees, spreading his legs wide. It was so surreal; watching dirty videos of his friend in his Gundam. He had a mission...it had come in the night before...he had to prepare for that...
Duo laid back in the seat and sucked on his index finger. It was slick with his own seed; the taste was slightly unusual, but nothing like he'd expected it to be. Plain. Although, he thought with a wide smile, he doubted it had been meant as a food.
Heero leaned forward and pressed light kisses to the boy's round ass, murmuring things that were beyond Duo's hearing. It was strangely impersonal, only to see the lower half of someone's body. Then, pausing, he turned back to the camera. "I want you to fuck yourself." Duo's slitted eyes, slowly growing heavy after his release, flew wide open. "Use two fingers. Don't rush it." He only realized he was panting when the sound began to drown out Heero's voice.
[
It's like I'm right there next to you
Can we get connected?
I need some love and affection, baby
]
Carefully, he slid one finger inside himself, moving it around. It was warm and tight, and it didn't hurt, it just felt...weird. He watched, entranced, as Heero inserted a finger into the nameless ass that waited for his cock. The body wriggled slightly, then pushed back onto the finger.
"Perfect. Hold on a bit..." He reached between the boy's thighs and stroked his cock mercilessly. "Duo...wouldn't you like to be the one here, doing this?" A loud moan cut through his impromptu invitation. "I'm not trying to torture you... Hold still..." Sighing, he positioned himself behind the boy, holding his red cock with one loose hand. Then he reached to the side and pulled out a condom, unrolling the glistening object with expert fingers. "Watch and learn," he hissed, before sliding inside. He heard a startled yelp; "Always use lube," Heero advised. "Or a lubricated condom."
A fierce tremor shook his body; he thrust hard, once, then stopped, hands clenched on the other boy's hips. "D-Duo, I..."
[
I'll call you on the phone
I hope that I get through
]
Duo's heart began to race. He reached out futilely; his hands only met with cold glass. If only he could somehow jump into the video...! Their moans became louder as they rocked. Heero's eyes were closed, face slack with the pleasure that was racing through him. His eyelashes fluttered against his cheek, his mouth opened...
Duo began to move his finger in and out, matching the rhythm they had set with the squeaking of the bedsprings, and then his finger brushed against something that made him feel warm all over. "Good...that feels good..." he whispered, as if Heero could hear him.
A few more thrusts and then he couldn't resist any longer and brought himself off with his other hand, his fingers sticky with his ejaculation. Duo collapsed back, feeling like he'd just run a road race.
[
If you're in the mood and I'm not home
Here's what you do, leave a message
]
Sighing, Duo paused the video and began to type a message out to Heero. He already knew how it would end; he would go to him and he would beg to be mercilessly fucked as Heero had done to the slender boy.
"Heero--I saw the video, I'm coming to be fucked into oblivion? No..." Sighing, he deleted the message and started over. "I'm sitting naked in my Gundam, just waiting for someone to come along and find me, stretched out in the cockpit..."
[
You know the kind I like to get back to
I lose my mind just when you're speakin'
]
"Well?" A young voice rang out in their bedroom, having caught his wind again. "I liked it. I think I should be on top more often." Heero smirked and pulled his lover in for a soft kiss. "You like being on the bottom, I know you do. The soldier likes being in control, though." He sighed in mock-exasperation, as if he didn't scream Heero's name when the Japanese boy fucked him.
"I agree."
His lover looked at him strangely, then smiled. "I want you again," he sighed, pale fingers rolling one dark nipple between them. Just as Heero arched his back, begging for his touch elsewhere, he pulled away. "I wonder what Duo's doing?" he added.
Heero looked at his laptop and grinned. "He's typing naked. We should be getting a message anytime, now..."
[
I see you on the screen I get to freakin'
So get down, baby
And I'll get down for you
]
Sighing, Duo pressed 'Send' and sat back to finish the movie. Heero blinked back onto the screen, lying on his side with glittering eyes shining in the darkness, one hand on a narrow hip. His chest rose and fell slowly; he recovered fast, Duo noted.
"I want to do that to you." With a moan, Duo felt his erection return full force and his balls tighten.
[
I get so excited when I'm watchin'
I can't wait to see you touch your body
]
Heero clung to his lover as they watched Duo become hard again, feeling anticipation claw at his nerves. "He's going to...oh." Sighing as Duo drew his hands away, he rested his head against the boy's chest, sliding one arm around the small of his back. "Damn." His eyes watered from the glare of the monitor against the stark blackness. They always fucked in the dark; impersonal, not so severe, somehow.
"He's a little nervous... Don't worry. He'll come."
[
It's just me and you
So we can do what we gotta do
]
With a start, he realized that the boy was moving into view of the camera... Duo gasped and his hands flew to his mouth in shock. "My God!" he swore, watching as the boy pressed Heero to the bed, pinning his wrists above his head. Heero's eyes darkened with renewed passion, his cock weeping, and lifted his hips.
The other boy devoured his cock, swallowing him to the hilt. The Japanese boy cried out incoherently, hips thrusting up to meet his lover's mouth, the muscles in his legs tightening and relaxing as he sought release. Sweat dripped into his eyes, making it look like he was crying.
"K'so...just finish it," Heero groaned, sparing a single glance at the camera before he came inside his mouth. He pulled his lover down on top of him, just letting their skin touch, gasping for breath.
[
Can we get connected?
I need some love and affection, baby
I'll call you on the phone
I hope that I get through
]
"You've got a message," the boy sighed, reaching out to open the message on Heero's laptop. "From who, I wonder?" He pretended to think for a moment, then brought the computer over to the bed.
"Oh look. It's from Pilot 02--urgent message, it's blinking red." Heero frowned and yanked the laptop onto his side of the bed, smiling as his lover rested his head on his shoulder lightly, inhaling the scent of something spicy and sexy. "I wonder what he wants?"
"Um..." He gulped as he scanned the contents of the message again. "I think it's rather clear what he wants..."
Quatre grinned and reached a hand around Heero's back, pressing that sensitive spot on his hip. "I think it's rather clear what you want," he sighed, then in a move too fast for the Japanese boy to follow, went down on him.
[
If you're in the mood and I'm not home
Here's what you do, leave a message
You know the kind I like to get back to
]
The video ended abruptly, with a close up on Heero's face as he slept, exhausted. Quatre had returned to his position behind the camera and had been humming a merry tune when the screen went black.
Then it flared to life again.
"You liked what you saw, didn't you?" Quatre whispered, placing his hands on either side of the camera. "You want him so bad... How many times did you jerk off while you watched us?" Duo blushed in his seat and tugged his jacket around his nude body.
"Now we're going to play a game."
[
Digital, digital, digital, digital getdown, getdown
Digital, digital, digital, digital getdown, getdown
]
"You want to see Heero, don't you? Well, if you find him first..." He licked his lips. "You can fuck his brains out and I'll watch." He let out a sigh. "But if we find you first..." That pink tongue again... "We'll fuck your brains out and *then* you can fuck his brains out and I'll watch."
"We're waiting."
[
Alert: Your satellite feed has been interrupted.
(modem)
]
Duo screamed angrily as the screen went gray. "Dammit..." He rested his forehead on the cool glass, debating whether or not he should pursue Heero or let the two pilots come to him. Either way, he'd get to screw Heero...
A beep alerted him to the fact that Heero had replied to his message. Smirking as the computer quickly traced the source, he grabbed his clothes and tugged them on. He had a certain Japanese pilot he needed to have a little talk with...
[
Baby, baby we can do more than just talk
Cause I can hear ya, hear ya
]
Heero yawned as the door was thrown open and a tall black-clad pilot moved to sit beside him on the bed. Quatre's eyes popped open and he smiled wickedly, giving a languid full body stretch that would have sent Wufei running to the bathroom for a tissue.
"Looks like you found us," he laughed huskily, sitting up against the large feathered pillows. "Heero?" Duo swallowed hard as flat Prussian met his own cobalt, and reached out tentatively to touch his cheek. The skin was smooth and soft beneath his hand.
"I found you first," Duo said uncertainly. Heero smiled faintly and pushed the covers aside. "Um...hold on..." He kicked his boots off and discarded his jacket and pants with the ease of the terribly aroused; all thumbs and no coordination. Heero and Quatre sat back and enjoyed the show, both extremely amused.
[
And I can see ya, see ya
Baby, baby we can do all that we want
]
Duo watched, envious, as the Japanese boy and the Arabian exchanged shallow kisses. They were so familiar with each other, knowing instinctively where to caress, where to kiss, how hard and how fast... "You came," Heero breathed, getting to his knees. The American nodded.
"Can we hurry this up?" Quatre asked.
[ We get nasty, nasty We get freaky dicky Baby, baby we can do more than just talk ]
"Oh," Duo sighed as he felt Quatre's mouth brush over one almost too-sensitive nipple. "Gods..." The blood rushed to his face as Heero nuzzled his erection with the curved end of his nose, taking his balls into his mouth, one and then the other. His tongue swirled around them gently, licking their roundness.
He felt hands pushing him down against the bed, undoing his braid, rubbing against his skin in a way that was creating delicious friction... He moaned a little and thrust his hips up insistently. "Damn it!"
[
Cause I can hear ya, hear ya
And I can see ya, see ya
]
"Um..."
"Don't talk."
"...Okay."
[
Baby, baby we can do all that we want
We get nasty, nasty
We get...
]
They laid, tangled in the sheets and in their own limbs, sated. Duo smirked as Heero threw a leg over his, even as he laid his head on Quatre's chest. And in his mind, the strange music from the video was running through his head...
[
Digital, digital getdown
Getdown
Just what we need
]
~owari~
Bianca and Ariana
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