29-Jan-2001
Warnings: Shagging, language
Disclaimers: Not mine, not mine, not mine. Nor am I
getting paid.
Notes: This one's for Hyuy... inspired, in fact, by one
of her posts on the GWML.
"Well this is just great!" Wufei panted. "*Now* what are we supposed to do?"
His partners could only pant back in return. Three pairs of boots had pounded the pavement, top-speed, for several miles as Oz soldiers gave chase on foot and in jeeps. Now Duo was tiring badly, Heero had twisted his ankle on the rain-slick street, and Wufei...
//Bloody hells//, Pilot 05 thought angrily. //It's all I can do to stay upright, much less dodge OZ soldiers. Why didn't we dock our Gundams closer to the mission site?//
But there was no time for self-castigation, not with armed men gaining on them every minute. Only their stamina--and Duo's familiarity with the nooks and alleys of this sector of L2--had saved them thus far.
"Over here!" Duo shouted. The boys followed where he led, helpless to reason or protest. Sprays of water flew up as they dashed across the street and onto the muddy pebble lawn of a burnt-out, dilapidated old house. Duo threw himself into the mud and shimmied like an alleycat through a gap in the latticework under the front porch. Heero and Wufei followed suit. Each grunted with pain as he dove, but Duo's instinct had saved them: only a second later, four men with pistols rounded the corner where they had been standing. The men looked around, gasping for breath. The highest-ranking of them barked a command to the others, who began prowling the street; they kicked in front doors and peered through car windows, but did not check under any porches. Yet.
The three Gundam pilots lay panting in the mud, each struggling for breath as he peeked through the latticework. Duo rasped out, "You guys okay?"
"Ankle's sprained," Heero growled.
"And I'm shot," Wufei muttered through clenched teeth. "Only my shoulder, but it's my own fault. Dammit!" He pounded the soggy earth with his fist, trying to remain lucid through a fog of pain.
Duo craned his neck to glance out the lattice. "They're moving this way," he reported tensely. "But slow. And they aren't being too thorough. We should be okay here for a while."
Heero snorted. "Good thing." He looked exceedingly grumpy, sprawled on his stomach in the puddly dirt. "No ammo. No transportation. No med kits or bandages. Are *you* okay?" he asked sharply, seeming to remember Duo's presence all at once.
"Daijobu, Hee-chan," Duo said swiftly, reaching over to rub Heero's shoulder.
"Duo," Heero said in a low voice. Wufei was surprised to see his cheeks flush. "Don't call me--I mean, not--"
"Oh for the love of God," Wufei ground out. "I know, all right? We all know. We've known forever. I'm sure Winner's servants and neighbors know as well, by now. It's not," he added icily, "as though you've taken pains to keep particularly quiet, is it?"
This last was directed at Duo, who blushed and mumbled, "Well excuse *me* for, uh... vocalizing. I'm loud. Is this news?"
"You should work on that," Wufei told him sullenly, flexing his wounded arm and wincing in pain. Duo was irritated to hear Heero snicker beside him.
//Not that I'm jealous//, Wufei added mentally. He swallowed hard.
The three of them were shoulder to shoulder in the mud. Duo, in the center, flipped onto his back, cradling his sopping chestnut head upon his arms. "At least it's spring, ne?" he asked cheerfully. Neither of the others responded. "If this were winter, we'd *really* be screwed." He grinned up at the ceiling. "This crawlspace looks kinda familiar. I must've been here before--God knows I've had to hide enough times in m--"
Heero's hand shot out, lightning-fast, to muffle Duo's mouth. "Shh!" The Japanese pilot hissed. All three froze.
There was a pair of boots in front of the crawlspace.
Duo, who couldn't see what was going on, correctly gauged the situation from his partners' expressions of animal alertness. Every muscle in Heero's body was coiled, ready to spring at the slightest sign that they had been found out. His eyes flicked over to Wufei, who was fully awake despite the pain of his wound.
The minutes dragged out agonizingly. Finally the boots turned from the crawlspace--but didn't move away. Instead they raised several inches off the ground and dangled there. There was a settling noise in the wood above them. The soldier was sitting on the porch.
More moments passed; the electric fear in the air intensified. Heero was too caught up in the tension to feel the slight hitching of Duo's breath, or to see the faint glaze that settled over his violet eyes. They shone in the hazy twilight darkness of the crawlspace, taking in Heero's feral posture, his predatory indigo glare.
Suddenly there was movement: Heero jerked his hand away from Duo's mouth. Wufei saw it peripherally and turned his head to look at his partners. He watched, confused, as Heero closed his palm in the air and stared down at Duo in shock. Duo stared back up at Heero, his chest rising and falling with rapid, shallow breaths. Duo's tongue peeked out between his teeth, and suddenly Wufei understood what had happened.
//He licked Heero's hand//. His brain struggled to interpret this even as his body tightened at the idea. He stared at the pair, even as they stared at one another. //What the hell--?//
What the hell? Heero mouthed silently.
You know what, Duo mouthed back. (No hint of a smile on the heart-shaped face, Wufei noted.)
Heero shook his head vehemently. But his breathing, Wufei saw, had suddenly sped up to match Duo's pace.
Duo closed his eyes as though in pain, then opened them to look at Heero again. His hips shifted slightly in the mud. He licked his lips, and Wufei clearly saw them form the words: Touch me.
Heero saw it too. A fine tremor ran through his body. He was still shaking his head, but mindlessly; there was no denial in the gesture. Drawn like a moth to the heat of Duo's violet gaze, he leaned down and touched his lips to his partner's.
Wufei's jaw dropped. He watched in mingled fascination and horror as Duo's body arched and trembled at the feathery kiss. Struggling to maintain control over the situation--as well as his own (suddenly perspiring) body--the Chinese pilot gestured wildly at the other boys. When they broke the kiss to look over, he jabbed his finger furiously at the boots beyond the latticework.
ARE YOU INSANE? he screamed silently.
Duo and Heero exchanged a glance. Identical evil smiles spread over their shadowed faces as they stared at each other, then back up at Wufei.
And slowly--very slowly--Heero raised his forefinger to his lips.
Everything happened so quickly after that. Before Wufei could protest again, Heero rolled his own body swiftly and silently onto Duo's. He pulled the smaller boy's wrists together and pinned them over his head, holding them there with one hand as his other flew down to unfasten Duo's shirtbuttons. Once the black garment lay open, Heero dipped his head to bite and suckle Duo's neck. Heero's free hand toyed with an erect nipple. Meanwhile, their lower bodies ground together with the jagged rhythm of a classical fugue.
Oh God! Duo gasped, tiny puffs against the dark hair tickling his chin. Oh God!
Wufei signalled desperately for them to stop, but it was too late. His fellow pilots were lost, oblivious to everything but each other. Wufei could only lay there in a trance of fear and voyeuristic rapture. His owl-round eyes flicked desperately from the nearby soldier's feet to his writhing, smoldering partners.
Duo was moving sinuously in the mud, arching into Heero's body and tossing his head without a sound. Long, damp tendrils of chestnut clung to his cheeks and forehead, giving him a feverish look. His slitted eyes leaked tears of unrelieved desire, which Heero lapped greedily before thrusting his tongue deep into Duo's open mouth. Duo returned the brutal, scorching kiss, even as he pulled his hands free and slipped his shirt completely off.
His arms were flung out to either side now, fingers clenching and unclenching in the earth as Heero's head trailed down to suck at his neck, then at a rosy nipple, then at his navel, and finally at the apex of his thighs. The purposeful lips of Heero Yuy closed over the hot, pulsing bulge, suckling it through the wet black cloth of Duo's pants.
Duo flung his head back, eyes screwed shut as his lips parted as though to scream.
//NO!// Wufei's trance broke as his warrior's instincts kicked in. He lunged over to Duo's side, his hand clamping down over Duo's mouth before the betraying sound could emerge.
Wufei had time for one wild look out at the soldier's boots before his attention was suddenly recaptured...by Duo's teeth sinking into his finger.
He drew in a sharp, hissing breath, but did not cry out. Nor did he remove his hand from Duo's mouth. He blinked the tears from his eyes as he watched Heero's hand snake up to unzip Duo's fly, freeing the longhaired boy's erection before he moved in to nuzzle it through his boxers.
Duo's eyes fluttered open. One slim hand slid over Wufei's, holding it in place as Duo's tongue caressed his palm. A new heat suffused Wufei's body as he shook his head, desperately mouthing No, No...his last feeble protests died when he felt Duo's lips curl into a slow smile against his hand. Unable to help himself, Wufei dragged his hand down until only his fingertips rested against those sweet, smiling lips--which opened, drawing one dark digit into Duo's mouth. The American sucked Wufei's finger tenderly, caressing it with tongue and lips until the Shenlong pilot's body was damp and shaking. Wufei's head fell back. His mouth opened and he choked on the moan of pleasure rising in his throat.
Suddenly rough pain jerked Wufei back to reality. Heero's fist tangled in his hair; the cobalt-eyed boy's fingers dug into his wounded shoulder. Only years of training prevented Wufei from crying out. Duo's hands reached up to pull the other off him--Heero, No!--but the Japanese boy was immovable, his face hanging before Wufei's, dark with rage and passion.
Nobody touches Duo, Heero told him without words. His fist tightened in the silky black locks. Nobody.
But Wufei had reached the end of his resolve. Heero's sudden, characteristic surge of violence only stoked the flames of his passion, and Wufei had one last distinct thought before lust overcame him completely: //They're beautiful...and I want them both//
He leaned forward and claimed Heero's mouth in a reckless kiss.
Heero stiffened. The fingers threaded through Wufei's hair threatened to rip it out by the roots. Duo's gasp was barely audible through the harsh pants of warring breath.
Heero tightened his grip on Wufei's wound. Wufei opened his mouth and his eyes, letting Heero see--for the briefest of instants--his agony, his total vulnerability.
"Will you make me beg?" he whispered against Heero's lips.
Heero held his gaze from an inch away. Nobody moved a muscle, but some nameless rage in the air seeped away, leaving something different...better...in its wake. The quality of Heero's hand in Wufei's hair changed. The pressure of his fingers on torn flesh eased, became gentler, almost soothing. Heero's eyelids lowered as he stared at Wufei, a long-suppressed desire stirring within him like a bubble in magma.
Heero swayed forward. He kissed Wufei. It was volcanic. Their tongues duelled and probed; their chests rubbed together and every nerve in both bodies went up in smoke. There was some kind of wrestling match going on between their hands, Heero's grasping Wufei's, Wufei's pushing into Heero's, until one boy grappled the other's to their sides.
Their intertwined fingers brushed against something silky and wet: Duo's hair. The two pilots broke apart, breathing raggedly, to stare down at the violet-eyed boy. He looked right back at them, sprawling spread-eagled in the mud like a wanton, his hot cheeks streaked with dirt, strands of his vibrant hair curling in the puddles by his head.
He opened his mouth to whisper something and both boys were on him in an instant. Heero was back where he had been, between Duo's legs; Wufei pinned the American's shoulders into the mud and mouthed down at him, black eyes blazing: Not. A. Word. He then removed his thumb from Duo's lips and kissed the boy deeply.
//I am living my dream//. It was more a feeling than a thought, a feeling far stronger than the pain in his shoulder or his fear of the armed soldier above them. Duo responded passionately, submitting totally to the strong hands on his body, the insistent tongue in his mouth. Wufei's loose-fitting trousers felt intolerably tight. Suddenly Duo gasped, and Wufei withdrew to lift his head.
Heero had taken Duo's entire length into his mouth. He worked it gently but convulsively, moving with an urgency that suggested he needed this as badly as Duo did. He drank Duo like a parched man drinks a tall glass of ice water, pleasuring his love slowly and relentlessly, one hand caressing Duo's taut belly as he licked and sucked.
Duo's whole body heaved. It lifted off the soft earth and arced in unbearable pleasure. His lips moved silently, working against the desperate need to cry out Heero's name, and he grasped Wufei's shirt in a plea for help.
With catlike grace, Wufei eased his body behind Duo's and knelt on his knees. He propped the braided boy up, his naked back pressed to Wufei's chest, and threaded his arms under Duo's. He ignored the tearing pain in his shoulder, ignored everything but the squirming body reclining against his. His arms wound around Duo's thin chest, rolling the tight nipples between his fingers and relishing the answering bucks of Duo's hips.
But Duo was nearing completion, and it seemed he must cry out or go mad. So Wufei did the only thing he knew to do: he slid the deep gold skin of his wrist into Duo's panting mouth.
Heero sucked in longer, deeper strokes, until the taut little body gave one last buck and overflowed into his mouth. Duo bit down as he came, understanding--even at the pinnacle of his ecstasy--that the slightest noise would mean their deaths. And his own small death was all the sharper for the tang of blood on his lips.
Wufei held the thrashing body tight in his arms, torn between intense pain and shivering delight at the feel of Duo biting his wrist. He felt his nipples peak to match the hardness in his trousers. //Didn't think pain could be so good...// Biting back a moan, he bent to nuzzle the wet head still grinding and tossing against his chest. Finally, the last waves of Duo's orgasm calmed and he lay limp in Wufei's arms.
Heero and Wufei stared at each other over the American's sated body. Heero crawled to straddle Duo, his knees pressed against Duo's hips; but his eyes were locked with Wufei's. The Wing pilot peeled off his own tank, then reached out to lift the other boy's over his head. Heero's hand moved deftly back and pulled the tie from Wufei's hair. Wet black silk tumbled forward to graze his cheekbones; Heero bit his lip at the sight. Then that bated breath tumbled out in a rush as Duo's hands rose to caress the blue-eyed boy's tight stomach and chest. Graceful fingers coaxed Heero's nipples erect as he leaned forward to kiss Wufei with bruising force. The flavor of the kiss made Wufei dizzy.
All three had begun to move slowly, langorously together, when a noise outside made them freeze. There were bootsteps on the gravel; from the sounds, at least two more men.
Only Heero was facing the latticework. He looked through narrowed eyes past Wufei, then silently held up four fingers.
Four soldiers outside. Weaponless and half-naked, the trapped pilots clung to each other, breaths mingling in the dark evening warmth. They heard the clicks and ratcheting sounds of weaponry.
No time now. The boys held each other fiercely for a moment, then began to move with an intensity that would have shocked their trainers--men who had schooled their pupils in every conceivable facet of killing and death. But this was the opposite; this was all they had to hold death at bay. Wufei's mouth on Heero's neck was survival. Duo turned between them like an animal dodging a steel trap. He shoved Wufei backwards, into the mud.
Duo and Wufei stretched together. The American's mouth whispered over his face even as a pair of clever hands unfastened his pants, pushing them down past his knees. At the same time, Heero was slipping out of his spandex and sliding Duo's pants entirely off. Once the smaller boy was naked, his pale and willowy frame plastered with sticky locks of hair, Heero yanked him up onto hands and knees. Duo squeezed his eyes shut as his cheeks flushed uncontrollably. He could only hang there, shuddering. Heero reached beneath him to coax his member to rock-hardness. Then, without warning or preparation, he thrust roughly into Duo.
Duo tossed his head back, struggling to remain silent. A tear of pain seeped out and cut a clean trail down his dirty face; Wufei sat up to lick it away. But Duo made a furious choking sound and pushed him down into the mud again. The next moment, he thrust his bottom back against Heero. All three were gasping with erotic pain; Wufei from Duo's fingers pressed against his bullet wound, Duo from Heero's length buried within him, and Heero from the jarring Duo's thrust had given his ankle.
But after a few powerful strokes in and out, Heero had turned Duo's pain to pure pleasure. As the sweet sensation pooled in Duo's lower body, radiating up from his groin (where Heero's hand still moved in smooth strokes), the longhaired boy began to rock steadily back into Heero's hips. His mouth formed the words Heero, Heero, over and over.
Wufei watched, transfixed, as the Wing pilot worked Duo's body back in forth in the dirt. The two of them rocked together, teeth clenched. Heero's eyes were closed, his head thrown back as he pumped into the beautiful American. But Duo... Duo was watching Wufei through his fringe of wet bangs. All at once a sultry, well-fucked grin suffused his face.
You like watching us? he mouthed.
Heero's thrusts grew harder, faster. Duo weakened deliciously under the assault, sliding down to his elbows in the mud. This both raised his bottom to Heero, deepening the penetration, and put his mouth within a few inches of Wufei's cock.
Glittering black eyes met violet, pleading. With the nasty grin still in place, Duo ran his hands up Wufei's inner thighs and drew the Chinese boy's erection out of his boxers. Without hesitation, Duo wrapped his fingers around its base and plunged it into his hot mouth.
They struggled and moved against each other. Wufei writhed on the ground, his fingers skimming puddles as he reached down to clasp Duo's head. Duo sucked hard and hummed, deeply but almost inaudibly, sending shocks of pleasure through Wufei's body. And Heero's merciless thrusts shook all of them, driving three bodies towards the precipice as he fondled Duo's hardness beneath them.
Wufei had never known such ecstasy was possible. He arched his throat as he thrust into Duo's, every inch of him trembling with desire to climax. At the same time he prayed to every god he knew to extend this moment into infinity. //Please, please, never let this end...// His coltish legs stirred helplessly; the fine muscles of his thighs fluttered as Duo increased the suction and pace. Wufei saw, from his upside-down angle, a cigarette drop to rest in the gravel, heavy boots walking away from its tiny flame. He reached mindlessly towards the little glowing thing, drawn to its spark. His eyes squeezed shut and still it hung there, pulsing, then splitting, multiplied into a thousand shining fragments before melting into an explosion of hot reddish-silver light.
Wufei's climax triggered an avalanche of sensation in the others. Duo swallowed every drop of his outpouring, overwhelmed by the beauty of this stern, stoic boy writhing and clawing in passion. Wufei was biting his own lip to keep from crying out. The sight of the blood mingled in Duo's senses with the salty fluid in his mouth, making him buck his hips harder against Heero. Finally, arms stretched and fingers digging into the dirt, Duo came helplessly into Heero's hand. His passage tightened, clenching Heero's hardness until it burst with joy. A few rough, cataclysmic thrusts, and Heero spent himself inside his gasping koibito. He slumped slowly against Duo, hips still working softly. Duo's head rested against Wufei's stomach, which rose and fell with his ragged breaths. For a long time none of them could muster the energy to speak or move.
Duo sneezed loudly.
Everybody tensed suddenly. Heero propped himself up at once, senses scanning the darkness for any movement or sound. Surely the soldiers had heard...?
But the uniformed legs were gone; the boots of the seated soldier were no longer dangling in front of the crawlspace. Heero listened carefully for another minute, then relaxed.
He smacked Duo's bottom. Hard.
Duo cried out, then giggled, the sweet sound muffled by the flesh of Wufei's belly.
"Maxwell!" Wufei chided, too lazily satisfied to sound convincingly angry. "That was careless. You would have given us away."
Duo grinned. "After all that effort? No way, man. I saw 'em go." He giggled again, crooking a hand behind him to caress the lower back of the boy who still lay on top. "Ne, Heero, how'd I do? At keeping quiet, I mean."
"You know, I never thought I'd say this..." Heero ran a finger over the curve of Duo's cheek, then teased an earlobe. "I actually missed the sound of your voice."
"Mmm. So did I. Though if you ask me later," Wufei warned, propping himself up on his uninjured side and staring down at Duo, "I'll deny it."
"Well..." Duo's voice trailed off coyly into the sound of summer rain, which had begun to fall again outside. "There's no reason to be quiet now, is there...?"
Both boys acknowledged and accepted the mission implicit in those teasing words. Within a minute, Duo found himself pinned belly-up in the mud again. Two sets of hands moved over his body. Two sets of eyes lit up at the low moan of hunger that escaped his throat.
"Keep making that noise," Heero whispered in one ear.
"And don't stop until we tell you," Wufei whispered in the other.
Duo was only too happy to oblige; everything began again, slower and hotter than before.
Unnoticed by the others he raised an arm in the darkness, reaching up to touch the ceiling of the crawlspace. His grin took on a secretive curve as his fingers brushed a name--"Duo Maxwell"--carved years ago in the warped and weathered wood.
~~owari
(:./hotaru/crawl)
