25-Nov-2004
Title: Stealth
Author: Mookie
Pairing: Heero/Duo
Rating: R
Word count: 377
Warnings: Suggestive dialogue, attempt at humor, yaoi, not proofread, written just before running out the door... stop me before I make you not want to read it at all.
Notes: Written for LJ community gw_jeopardy (category: innuendo)
There was a faint creaking sound as they shifted position. The aggressor was now the one on the defensive, and the familiar rush of adrenaline flowed through his veins.
He upped the stakes, slipping his hand down the front of Heero's pants. When he realized that his mobility was limited with Heero's weight lying on him, he changed tactics and decided on a rear assault.
His fingers grazed Heero's hip, and his lips curved into a grin against Heero's as the other man's body jerked in response.
Duo's hand firmly cupped one of Heero's buttocks and he chuckled.
"I've got your back."
"Mmm," Heero murmured. He wasn't to be dissuaded from his own strategy, which was rubbing his thigh against Duo's groin. He ran his tongue along the backside of Duo's teeth, pleased with the answering moan.
Duo's fingers slowly crept toward the cleft of Heero's backside.
"Great infiltrator, my ass," Heero mumbled, ignoring the snickers from Duo.
"You've got to be prepared for more than a frontal assau-" he sucked in a breath and arched his back as Heero abandoned Duo's lips and instead attacked a particularly sensitive spot near the curve of his shoulder.
Heero reached behind him and removed Duo's hand from his pants, then rolled them off the couch and onto the floor. Once there, he wrapped his arms around Duo and proceeded to run his tongue from neck to earlobe, breathing hot and heavy into Duo's ear. "Your little scythe ready?"
Duo cursed the day that he jokingly referred to Heero's "little soldier" - he'd been paying for it ever since. He supposed "little scythe" was a lot better than Heero's last pet name for it.
If Wufei ever found out that Heero had engulfed "Nataku" with that talented mouth of his, Duo thought he might die of embarrassment.
Then Heero's tongue was actually in his ear, and he bucked up against Heero's hand, which had worked its between them, cupping Duo's arousal through his pants.
"Fuck," he said, followed by "you asshole" as Heero's laughter rumbled in his ear.
"I take it back, Duo," Heero said, his eyes twinkling as he looked up at Duo's chagrined face. "You certainly are a master of stealth.
"I never saw you coming."
The End
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