02-May-2001
Side Story to: In the Pale Moonlight Part Two
Rating: H--for hentai
Pairings: 1+2 (2x1)
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Warnings: Lemon-y-goodness. YAOI style.
Spoilers: Moonlight 1.2, possibly.
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Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belong to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non-profit entertainment purposes. References to printed texts, films, sitcoms, musical pieces, and/or other fanfictions don't belong to the author either.
Notes: the "Fioni" is a fictionalized car. Action takes place in later half of ACTs 1.2 and 1.3 of "In the Pale Moonlight".
Heero Yuy set the bucket, sponge and soap down next to the front driver's wheel of the '64 Fioni. The mercury blue-colored old-engine, motor vehicle was too special to scrap Duo had told him 4 months ago when the car had first found its way to Duo and Hilde's scrap-shop. So the relic was kept in the backyard, worked on a little bet here and there, whenever the braided boy had a chance to. Sometimes Heero would watch him from his window. Sometimes, he would come outside and try to help the boy. Try. The sad truth of the matter was, Heero Yuy knew next to nothing about cars.
Space ships, shuttle-crafts, gundams, computers. Those things he knew. Old cars?
Might as well ask him to plan a social. However, wash a car? Now that he could do, and planned to. Duo had finished rebuilding the Fioni last night. Heero planned to have the car spick and span and completely detailed by the time his lover got home tonight. He went around and pulled the water hose around back where the car was. He'd never washed or detailed a car before, but he'd figured it can't be much different than cleaning a gundam. Start from the inside, work your way out. All that remained now were the windows, mirrors, and the shell.
He sprayed the car with a liberal amount of water, and then filled the bucket up, adding some soap and swishing it around some with the sponge. He moved in small circles, sudsing up one section of the car, rinsing it off, and then sudsing it up again. When the entire car had been washed, he cleaned the windows and mirrors until they were streak-less. Then, he reached for the small tub of wax. He was leaning over the hood, trying to buff the top near the windshield, when Duo came home.
The sight that greeted him was definitely a welcome one: Heero Yuy, in a pair of wet-skin-tight jeans that hung around his hips and thighs like they were painted on, no shirt, back muscles cording and rippling in the artificial sunlight, leaning over the hood of his new Fioni like a wet dream. It certainly had the same effect as a wet dream, Duo realized when his normally loose pants became two sizes too small.
He watched transfixed, staring at that gorgeous body as it moved back and forth, muscles bulging in arms and back, tight ass pushing out like an offering each time he leaned over the hood...
Duo had a sudden vision of pushing the other boy against the hood, taking him right there, in the back yard; fucking him hard from behind as Heero leaned over the car, panting, begging him for more. He could taste the tangy sweat from Heero's neck as he licked him; smell the mixture of sweat and grease that enveloped him; feel Heero in front of him, beneath him, all around him. It was so real that he wasn't even aware that he's moved, left the kitchen and crossed the yard to press against that warm sweaty body.
Duo groaned, pressing his lips to Heero's neck--sweeter than he'd imagined. Nothing could ever compare to the real thing. Heero stiffened, at once alert and surprised that someone had snuck up on his--but the second those lips touched his skin, those arms wrapped around his center, that familiar groan teased his ears, that delicious presence pressed against his backside--he relaxed back into his lover's arms.
"You're home early," Heero managed to breathe, resisting the urge to just melt right there and then.
"I am," Duo agreed, lips trailing from neck to shoulder, teeth grazing the sensitive point. "Oh God, Heero. You look so good, I could take you right here..."
The Japanese pilot whimpered, his knees threatening to give out on him. "Please," he gasped, thrusting back against Duo, hearing the boy's lovely groan in response.
Duo's hand found its way to the front of Heero's pants, and he squeezed the boy through the soft denim. "Oh God, Heero, you're so hard."
"Fuck me, Duo!" Heero panted, caught between the delicious feel of Duo's hand teasing his cock, and Duo's answering arousal pushing against his ass. All he could think of, all he wanted right now, was for Duo to be inside him, fucking him.
"Here? Now?" Duo gasped, looking up and inking in their surroundings. True, the yard was fenced in with stockade, but--- still... It was fairly out in the open. In the middle of the day. Something tingled and raced up and down inside him at the thought of making love outside, in the open.
"Yes," Heero pleaded, moving against him so wantonly. Duo was ready to take the other boy in the middle of the fucking street.
His hands met at Heero's fly, fingers dancing quickly to free the fastenings and shove the denim down Heero's slim hips.
"Lube," the other boy gasped as his erection sprung free and slapped the hood of the Fioni. "Right pocket."
Duo caught at the falling jeans, fingers snipping the well-used tube of lube free before letting them fall down around Heero's ankles. Two generously-coated fingers teased Heero's opening; the Japanese boy whimpered and begged until Duo gave him what he wanted, both fingers pumping in and out of the time ring of muscle, stretching him. Heero leaned over the hood, pushing back as hard as he could while begging Duo for more.
The braided-boy didn't last another minute before he was coating his cock and parting Heero's two perfect cheeks, guiding his erection into the tight sheath of bliss that was Heero's ass.
And then they were thrashing against each other. Hips crashing together with bruising force; each drive from Duo, Heero dove back, taking, accepting, demanding more from his lover, demanding it all. Duo gave, and gave, and gave; thrusting into that tight little ass until he couldn't give any more and he screamed, coating the insides of the Japanese boy with his spend.
Heero thrust back several more times before realizing his lover was spent. With a shout, he came, spilling all over the hood. Duo leaned against him, exhausted, muscles fatigued, sweaty and sticky, nuzzling Heero's neck and shoulder.
"Made a mess," Heero commented, finding support from the Fioni, realizing it was covered with sweat and cum.
Duo laughed, his arms tightening around Heero's hips and waist, holding him closer. "Love you," he whispered, dropping a little kiss on the skin beneath his lips.
Heero's hips rocked and squeezed him where they were still joined. "Hai," he replied, eyes closed as he folded his arms and pillowed his head on the hood, not really caring that he'd have to clean and wax the thing all over again now...
The End
Andrea Readwolf
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