Title: Sandy Beaches
Author: AstroKender
Pairings: 1x2x5
Rating: shounen-ai, LEMON!
Warnings: LEMON!
Spoilers: LEMON!
Notes: LEMON!!! Mwahahaha...my very first.
Feedback: Please!!! Write me!!! Tell me what you think!
Disclaimers: I own nothing...not even my computer. So obviously GW isn't mine. Don't sue.
Duo ran down the corridor, stars dancing across his vision. That soldier had a mean right hook! It didn't help matters that he still had his gun in hand when he punched the braided terrorist. He tripped and would've fallen if not for the strong arms that caught him.
"Duo, daijobu?" If Duo didn't know any better, he would swear the Perfect Soldier sounded worried.
"Aa. Let's blow this base!" He chuckled at his own joke.
Heero snorted at he pulled out the detonator. With one quick push, a low rumble shook the ground. The detonations would go off in sequence, allowing the two pilots time to escape. Heero smirked.
"Let's go."
Suddenly alarms blared. Warning lights flashed everywhere. The doors in front of them began to close, trying to halt the intruders. Heero looked up in alarm.
"Run."
He dragged Duo up and the both started running for the exit. Duo swayed dizzily. He was lagging behind. He saw the Japanese boy slip through the swiftly closing door.
"No way you're leaving me here to get blown up." He muttered.
With a burst of speed, Duo reached the doors. Sliding in sideways, he managed to squeeze through the doors just as they banged shut. He leaned against the door wearily.
"Don't stop now, baka! There's one more door!"
Duo jerked his head up to see an iron portcullis beginning its slow descent to the floor. He moved to follow Heero when he was suddenly jerked backwards.
"Shit!"
The braided boy's sleeve had caught in between the closing doors. He tugged...and didn't budge.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!"
He tugged frantically, trying to free himself. He could see Heero diving under the door. He pulled harder. The room was spinning crazily around him, he could think straight.
"Dammit! Let go!"
Heero paused in his flight when he noticed the American baka was not behind him. The door was almost shut, where was Duo?
Greatly daring, Heero slid back under the door. He found Duo pulling and cursing at his sleeve, which was firmly stuck between to immovable doors.
"Duo! We have to get out of here! The base is gonna blow!"
"I'm trying." He pulled one last time before giving up and slumping to the floor. All he needed was a nap...
"Get out of here, Heero! The door's almost shut. I'll be fine. Go."
Duo felt strong arms wrap around his waist and he was tugged, sharply. The black fabric gave way in protest. Both boys went down in a tangle of arms and legs. Heero glared at the boy who was sprawled across his chest.
"I'm not leaving you."
Duo was once again dragged to his feet as they made their way towards the exit.
"Move!" With a shove, the braided boy tumbled under the portcullis. Sliding on his stomach, Heero followed. The door slammed down behind him.
They laid there panting for a moment in the night air. Neither breaking his gaze with the other. A low boom was heard. Heero stood up.
"We had better get going. We're almost out." Duo groaned. "Almost?"
"The fence." Heero reminded him.
Duo sighed. The fence was a twenty-foot monstrosity that the perfect soldier could take in one leap. Duo on the other hand...
"At least it's not barb-wired."
Duo snorted. He didn't know whether that was supposed to be a consolation, or a joke. He stood.
"Well, let's get out of this hell-hole." He stumbled across the courtyard, a worried Heero following closely behind.
They made it to the fence intact. Now all they had to do was make it across alive. Which was easier said then done, since being perched on that fence made them sitting ducks to any OZ sharpshooter. They had no choice, there was no other way out."
Heero cupped his hands together and offered Duo a boost up. He then stepped back a bit and took a running leap. In one bound the Perfect Soldier was over the fence.
"Show off." Duo muttered as he clung tightly to the fence, battling another way of dizziness. He made his way towards the top.
Suddenly a shot rang out, and the braided boy gasped, letting go of his perilous perch. Heero watched his friend fall over the fence. He ran to where Duo was lying unmoving in the grass.
"Duo! Oh, God!" Heero frantically turned the boy over and was rewarded by a groan of pain. The American sat up painfully.
"Are you alright?" Frantic cobalt eyes locked with pain filled violet ones. Duo nodded.
"Hit my shoulder...Damn, this just isn't my day!"
Heero sighed in relief. He helped Duo over to where his motorcycle was hidden in the brush.
"You think you can hold on?"
Duo gave a cheeky grin. "No problem, man!" He swayed. Heero grunted and pulled the baka in front of him.
Feeling strong arms surround him as the bike sped off into the night, Duo leaned back and let unconsciousness take him.
WuFei was standing on the porch when the two boys arrived at the safe house. The Chinese boy was scowling in disapproval.
"You're late." WuFei saw Heero struggling with the unconscious Duo and the scowl left his features, replaced by a look of concern.
"What happened?"
"Gunshot wound to the left shoulder, a blow to the head, and a possible concussion." With the Chinese pilot's aid, Heero managed to lift the American without injuring him further.
"Let's take him into the house so I can examine him." Dark eyes were already restlessly roving over the immobile figure, noticing the darkening bruise across the temple and the still seeping wound in the shoulder.
"Why didn't you wrap this?" WuFei asked as they made their way through the rickety, one story shack.
"There wasn't time." Heero growled as they laid their precious burden down on the bed.
WuFei snorted and immediately began to divest the braided boy of his clothing. Duo groaned once, but didn't awake.
"At least leave him his boxers." The Japanese boy said. He imagined Duo's embarrassment if he awoke naked with them standing over him. WuFei looked at him in surprise for a moment, then nodded. He began his examination.
"The bullet passed through cleanly." He stated. "All it needs is to be cleaned and bandaged. He lost a fair amount of blood, but nothing life-threatening. He'll only be a little dizzy." The Chinese boy pulled out a flashlight and shined it into the violet pools of Duo's eyes. A pained murmur came from their patient.
"N'eh, Wu-man. Whaddya tryin ta do, blind me?"
"How do you feel?" Heero spoke up.
Duo looked startled for a moment, and then grinned. "Like a truck ran over me! But I'll be fine, Hee-chan." Duo yawned, ignoring the look of surprise from the cobalt eyed boy. "I just need some sleep..."
"Absolutely not!" WuFei's proclamation jerked Duo from his almost-sleep. WuFei's tone gentled. "You have a concussion, Maxwell. You can't sleep, or you may never wake up."
Heero's head jerked up. "I thought you said it wasn't serious!" He hissed.
"It is a concussion, Yuy, not a death-wound. As long as he stays awake, he should be fine." A soft snore interrupted his explanation and the Chinese man huffed. "Which may be harder than I thought." He looked up at Heero.
"I'll go run some water. Bring him into the bathroom."
Heero looked down at the slumbering pilot worriedly. "Shouldn't we wake him?" WuFei chuckled.
"He'll be wide awake soon enough."
Heero shook his head and proceeded to carry the still-sleeping form into the bathroom. WuFei was kneeling next to the large, iron clawed bathtub. Ice-cold water filled the tub to the brim. The Chinese boy stood.
"Drop him in."
Heero stared at him and then a small smile curved his lips. Without further warning, Duo was dropped into the icy water with a plunk.
"Ahh!" A very cold and very wet Duo scrambled to get out of the tub, uttering every cuss word he knew in multiple languages. The two Asian boys stopped him.
"We're just trying to get you clean, Maxwell."
"So sit down before you kill yourself, baka."
Duo looked up at them through the mass of wet hair. He knew that when those two paired up, he didn't have a choice except to do what he was told.
"Why is the water so cold?" He shivered as WuFei's scrubbed his chest and shoulders. Funny, the water seemed to be getting warmer.
"Because the house doesn't have a hot-water tank. Now stay still while I go get the bandages." WuFei rose swiftly, a slight flush coloring his cheeks.
Heero gazed at Duo for a moment, who looked back questioningly.
"What?"
"Do you want me to wash your hair?"
Duo's eyes widened and he nodded mutely. Heero stepped hesitantly over and began unbraiding the chestnut mane. Duo sighed as he felt firm fingers massaging the shampoo into his long tresses. Washing his hair always relaxed him. He closed his eyes.
"Open your eyes." Violet orbs met cobalt. "You have to stay awake." Duo grumbled while his hair was rinsed of suds. WuFei came in and together they bandaged the American's wound. The stopper was pulled and Duo watched lazily as the water coursed down the drain.
"I left the towel in the bedroom." WuFei said. "Hold on a minute."
Heero was just helping the injured boy to rise when a humongous tremor coursed through the house, followed by a dull roar. The American slipped and Heero found his arms full of a very wet, nearly naked, Duo. He pulled away, reluctantly.
"What happened?" Duo whispered, violet eyes wide.
Heero listened for a moment, then cursed. "OZ." He had been careless when fleeing from the base, being more worried about Duo's condition than the enemy. He had led the enemy right to their safe house. "Kuso!"
Duo paused for a moment, letting the information sink in. "WuFei!" He yelled, and ran out of the bathroom. Heero cursed and ran after him.
The Japanese boy ran right into a wall of smoke. Choking, he automatically dropped to the ground. He felt, even if he couldn't see, the heat of nearby flames. So that was what the noise was! They had shot a firebomb into the safe house! Probably hoping to kill the Gundam pilots without a direct confrontation. Heero cursed again. He had to find Duo and WuFei.
After a couple of moments of franticly searched he, literally, stumbled into the pair. WuFei was crouched over Duo, trying to protect the boy from the hot embers that fell from the ceiling.
"We--" Duo's body was wracked by coughing. "--have to get out of here!"
"The Cellar!" WuFei shouted over the roar of the flames.
Heero nodded and gestured for them to follow. WuFei dragged the American along with him, ignoring Duo's protests that they were out of their minds. Heero finally reached their destination. The floor had an entrance that led to the cellar. Unfortunately, it had not been opened for a long time. Tugging fiercely, Heero tried to open the hatch. It was rusted shut. The Japanese pilot looked to see Duo and WuFei huddled near by, trying desperately to breathe. The ceiling above them cracked ominously. Heero gave the door one last vicious pull and was rewarded by the screech of rusty hinges.
He motioned for the other two to go first. Duo nearly tripped down the dark stairwell, but WuFei caught him. Taking one last look around the burning house, Heero dived into the opening, making sure to slam the portal behind him.
The wounded house gave a final groan, then collapsed, covering the hatch in burning rubble.
"Why didn't you tell me the cellar had a secret tunnel in it?"
WuFei smirked. "We didn't exactly have the time to sit down and discuss it." Behind him, Heero snorted.
"Besides, why else would we stay in such a run down piece of shit?" He found two flashlights in the corner and tossed one to WuFei.
Duo and WuFei stared at him in amazement. They both thought of the numerous hovels the Perfect Soldier had forced them to stay in. Duo struggled to find his voice.
"You mean to say that they all had things like this and you never told me!" Heero smiled.
"Aa."
Duo could feel himself getting slightly hysterical and forced himself to calm down. He looked towards WuFei, who raised his eyebrows but did not comment.
"So where does this tunnel lead?" The American asked.
"To the lake where our Gundams are stored." Heero replied, already beginning to walk down the dirt path. WuFei followed silently. Duo, on the other hand...
"THE LAKE! That's eight miles from here!"
"Aa."
"And we're gonna WALK there?"
"Aa."
WuFei spoke up. "The path is level, Maxwell. It won't be difficult. Six hours we'll already be at our Gundams.
"SIX HOURS!!!"
The other boys said nothing and continued to walk. Duo stood there a moment more, then stumbled after them.
After about an hour, the two Asian boys's realized the flaw in their plans. During their flight from the burning safe house, they didn't think to grab the American's clothes. After noticing that Duo was lagging behind, Heero and WuFei forced him to walk ahead of them. Now they watched Duo stumble on, clad only in a pair of wet, black boxers and bandages. His hair hung loose and dripping down his back. The thin pilot had his arms wrapped around himself for warmth and WuFei swore that he could hear Duo's teeth chatter from the distance that separated them.
Heero cursed himself and looked helplessly down at his tank top and spandex. No help there. He glanced sideways at WuFei. A blue tank top...that was no help. But the white pants...
WuFei noticed the look and blushed. "No way, Yuy." He hissed.
"Why not?" WuFei blushed harder.
"Because...I'm...not wearing any underclothes."
Heero looked down at his partner's pants in surprise. No underwear...He own spandex began to feel constrictive. And it wasn't helping that an almost naked Duo was walking ahead of them, butt swaying in those damp, silk boxers...
WuFei misinterpreted the look and spoke up in his own defense. "Underwear restricts movement. He watched Duo for a moment, thinking.
"What is your tank top made of?" He asked suddenly. Heero looked up in surprise.
"One-hundred percent cotton, why?" He suddenly caught on. "What's yours?"
"Sixty percent cotton, forty percent polyester." Both boys nodded and Heero stepped away to approach Duo.
"Duo?"
The temporarily unbraided boy came back from the void of pain and cold he was drifting in.
"Huh?"
Heero paused uncertainly. Then, firmly resolved, he took off his tank top and thrust it at Duo. "Here."
Duo looked down at the crumpled ball of warm green cloth in his hand. He glanced up in confusion, but all thought fled as he stared at a very muscled and topless Heero. The Japanese boy flushed and turned to walk back to WuFei, but found the Chinese boy staring at him as well. He continued to walk, cheeks burning.
Duo lifted up the tank top and inhaled the scent of the Perfect Soldier. Gunpowder and musk. He sighed and slipped the shirt over his head, wincing slightly at the movement of his injured shoulder. He dropped back to walk beside Heero.
"Thank you," he said softly.
"Hn."
A half-hour passed by uneventfully, followed by a sound that struck fear into their hearts.
"I'm bored." Duo whined. "Let's play a game."
WuFei moaned and Heero shuddered. What could possibly be worse?
"I know! Let's play I Spy. I'll go first." Duo looked around astutely. "Umm...I spy with my little eye, something that's brown!"
"Dirt," Heero's monotone answered.
Duo brightened. He didn't think that they would actually participate. "Great! Your turn Heero!" The Japanese boy sighed.
"I spy with my...eye, something with numerous minerals and micro-organisms," WuFei snorted.
"Let me guess, dirt?"
Duo was beginning to see the flaw in this game. WuFei took his turn.
"I spy something dirty."
Duo sweatdropped. "Dirt? Okay! Maybe this game isn't the best one to play right now." The braided boy's brow furrowed in thought. "How 'bout the ABC game?"
"The ABC game?" WuFei couldn't believe that he was even remotely curious.
"Yeah! We act like we're going on a picnic and we all have to bring something starting with the first letter of the alphabet. The next person has to repeat what the first person said then add their own item that starts with the next letter. It's easy!"
WuFei felt his eyes cross at the ineloquent explanation. Duo saw his look of confusion and sighed.
"You'll catch on. Heero, Your going on a picnic, what will you bring that starts with A?"
"Hn...Ammo." Duo winced.
"Uh, good." He cleared his throat. "I'm going on a picnic and I'm bringing...ammo and...bread." He turned to WuFei. "Your turn."
...the cryogenically frozen head of Walt Disney...
...my gun...
...ketchup...
...onnas...
They passed the hours away playing Duo's ludicrous game. Surprisingly enough, Heero realized that he was having fun. Hn, that was unexpected. Suddenly the tunnel opened up to a long strip of sand, with dark waters drifting in the distance. The Lake.
"We made it!" Duo exclaimed, dropping tiredly onto the sand.
"Hn. We'll have to wait until morning to retrieve our Gundams. We should be safe here."
Duo lay back with a sigh. "Good. I'm so tired." He closed his eyes. Heero looked at WuFei questioning. The dark head shook his head.
"He should not sleep. It would still put him at risk." Heero frowned at this.
"I don't know how we can keep him awake, now."
WuFei thought for a moment, and seemed to come to a decision. Kneeling down beside the slumbering boy, he softly brushed his lips across Duo's own.
Violet eyes sprang open at the soft touch. Duo looked up to see the somewhat fuzzy head of...WuFei? The braided boy opened his mouth for a quick inquiry, something to the effect of: What the hell are you doing, when WuFei took the opportunity to slip his tongue into that sweet, if somewhat noisy, mouth.
Duo found his arms coming up behind the Chinese boy's head, working on the tie to free the ebony hair from its confining ponytail. WuFei pulled him into a sitting position and Shinigami felt a light caress across his back. But, if WuFei's hands were on his shoulders, then who--? He pulled back and encountered a pair of intense cobalt eyes.
"Heero..."
The Wing pilot captured Duo's lips as WuFei began trailing kisses down the braided boy's collarbone. Pushing up the borrowed tank top, deft fingers brushed against an already pert nipple.
Duo hissed at the sensations coursing through his body, now fully awake. He ran his hands over the Perfect Soldier's chest, reveling in the firmness of the muscles underneath. Heero responded by raising Duo's hand to his lips and placing slow, lingering kisses along the delicate wrist. A tongue darted out to taste the thready pulse.
WuFei growled and jerked Duo's shirt off, fully baring the creamy flesh. The sloe-eyed boy dipped his head, and his lips encircled a pebbly nipple. Duo moaned and bit down on the Chinese boy's shoulder.
"Duo..." WuFei shuddered and his hand reached down to enclose the violet-eyed boy's silk clad erection. Duo's hips thrust forward involuntarily.
"You're wearing too many clothes, Fei-kun." He growled in the dark haired boy's ear. Heero agreed and together they divested WuFei of his cumbersome attire. The Chinese man stood before him, gloriously nude.
Duo rose and kissed the other boy passionately, as Heero slid down the braided boy's black boxers. The two boys spent a moment grinding their throbbing erections together, as Heero hurriedly removed his spandex and joined them.
Grabbing a hold of Duo's hips, he gently guided him onto his knees in the sand. Shinigami saw WuFei's cock mere inches from his face and took it into his mouth, licking and sucking.
WuFei looked down and saw an angel with chestnut hair and violet eyes slowly engulf his erection. He had to force his suddenly weak knees to hold him upright as he tangled his hands into the spun silk below him.
Duo felt the dark-haired boy begin to thrust in and out of his mouth and he moaned, sucking harder. He grazed his teeth across the rigid shaft, and then engulfed it to the hilt. He felt Heero slid up behind him and whisper in his ear, sending wonderful shivers down his spine.
"Don't swallow."
Duo made eye contact to show he understood and as WuFei neared completion, the American pulled back, replacing his mouth with his slender-but-calloused hand.
WuFei saw sparks as his hot seed shot forth. He vaguely noticed Heero's hand come up to collect the precious nectar. He sunk to the sand and lay back in the warmth of afterglow.
Heero took some of WuFei's seed and slathered it around his aching shaft. Coating his fingers with the remainder, he set out to prepare the braided boy. Duo lay on hands and knees in anticipation as Heero slid the first finger in. He moaned and pushed back, driving it deeper.
Heero felt himself quickly lose control of the situation as he removed his fingers and slowly drove his manhood into the writhing body below him. He didn't stop until he was entirely encased in molten heat.
Duo thrust madly backwards, desperate to be joined forever with the cobalt-eyed boy. Heero grabbed his hips with iron fingers and slammed into the boy, over and over.
WuFei saw Duo's neglected erection swinging near his head and hungrily took it into his mouth, wanting to show the American as much pleasure as he had shown him. WuFei's roving tongue is what shoved Duo over the edge. WuFei gladly swallowed his angel's sweet essence.
Heero felt Duo clench up around him and thrust into him one last time, spraying his seed into the tightness surrounding him. All three boys collapsed into a sweaty tangle of limbs. They held each other, kissing damp foreheads and swollen lips, as they watched the sun rise over the lake.
The morning light shone bright and clear on the Gundams as they sat on the shore.
"We really should meet Quatre and Trowa in the desert. They're probably worried about us." Duo's voice drifted through the COM-unit."
"Aa."
"Then we'll meet each other there...Watashi no aisuru..." WuFei said, as his Gundam took off into the sky.
"Let's go Hee-chan." Duo shouted as he followed the Chinese boy.
Heero waited until the to were specks in the distance before climbing out of Gundam. In his hand, he held a small container. The Japanese boy gazed at the beach fondly for a moment, then knelt down and scooped up a handful of the warm sand and placed it into the container. Standing, he took one last look at the place that changed his life, before turning back to Wing, memento in hand.
The water sparkled merrily as the last Gundam left the sandy beach.
Owari
(:./astrokender/sandy)
