26-Jul-2000
hey, it's all cutter's fault, blame her! on to part 2
Disclaimer: Sunrise, Bandai et al own Gundam Wing, and I own nothing. Suing would be pointless.
Warnings: 2x1, yaoi, OCC, language, (citrus-y in part 2) Just good, old-fashioned fun!
Sorry if the citrus part sucks. I tend to laugh while writing citrus. Sigh. It makes for such difficulties.
***NOTE- I made up every statistic in this fic. If some of them are true, it's not my fault.***
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Heero leaned even closer. "The mission?" he whispered, his lips grazing Duo's as he spoke. "The mission is to fuck you raw."
Duo blinked. He couldn't *possibly* have heard that correctly. He opened his mouth to speak, and Heero took ruthless advantage, searing Duo's lips with a burning kiss, as his tongue darted into the warm recesses of Duo's mouth, probing, seeking.
Duo placed his hands on Heero's shoulders; to push him away or pull him closer, he couldn't tell. He was dizzy with the sensations running through his body. Heero's tongue dragged along the roof of his mouth, and Duo moaned brokenly.
That was all the encouragement Heero needed. He slipped an arm behind Duo's back and roughly jerked him forward. Desire and need scorched as their already hard and straining erections ground together. Both boys groaned.
Heero broke the kiss and wrapped his hand in Duo's braid, tilting his head. He rested his heated cheek against Duo's for a moment, the feel of his heated breath on his skin causing Duo to shiver. Heero then started slow, drugging, wet kisses down the side of Duo's neck, the angle of his jaw, the juncture of neck and shoulder. Heero rotated his hips in counterpoint to his kisses, the rough contact sending jolts through both their systems.
Duo felt an almost physical pain as Heero suddenly stilled his movements. Still lost to sensation, he slowly opened his eyes to find Heero staring at him, strain evident in his features. "Do you want this, Duo?" he ground out harshly, almost panting his words. "I can still stop this. I won't be able to soon. I don't want to hurt you. Do you want this?"
Duo was unable to think clearly. /Want this? How could I *not* want this? This is what I've dreamed of for *months*! Oh, God, Heero, you're so *beautiful*./ Heero took his silence for refusal, and dropped his death-grip on Duo's braid. He began to move away.
Duo panicked and flung himself at Heero, knocking him back onto the futon. He began nuzzling Heero's neck, murmuring "Don't stop, don't stop, don't *ever* stop" between kisses. He lifted his head to stare intently into Heero's eyes. "I want this, Heero. I want *you*." It seemed as if his heart stopped in his chest as he watched those cobalt eyes flame and then darken with passion.
With one swift move, Heero flipped over, reversing their positions. He grabbed the collar of Duo's shirt and yanked, ripping it completely down the middle. Pushing the torn cloth to the side, not even bothering to remove it or Duo's jacket, Heero brought his mouth to Duo's nipple and began sucking gently. One hand once again entwined in Duo's braid, while the other languidly trailed up and down Duo's chest, tracing idle patterns.
Duo gasped and arched off the futon when Heero bit down on his nipple, then immediately soothed the hurt with quick flicks of his tongue. Reaching blindly, Duo buried his hands in Heero's hair, pressing down to keep Heero's head in place.
Duo bucked his hips as Heero pressed his hand almost painfully against his aching erection, and then rubbed slowly up and down its length, friction building. "Oh, God, Heero!"
Heero growled and lifted his head. "Playtime is over!" he snarled, unbuttoning Duo's pants, and then pushing them, along with his boxers, over his hips. Duo shivered at the feel of air moving over his aching cock. He closed his eyes in anticipation as Heero lowered his head.
The feel of Heero's strong callused hand gliding down his length, squeezing the base, was almost more than Duo could bear. He lifted his hips up, pushing against Heero's hand. Duo continued his movements, glorying in the feel of Heero against him.
Heero removed his hands, and Duo almost howled in frustration. He started at the feeling of cool latex being unrolled along his length. Duo opend his eyes in confusion. "Is that a condom, Heero?"
"Hn."
"Why?"
"52% of people with an STD don't realize they have them."
Hurt spiraled through Duo as he propped himself up on his elbows to look at Heero. "Well, *I* sure as hell don't--" His words were stopped as Heero covered Duo's mouth with his own. Tongues danced and parried until Duo was once again breathless.
Heero placed his hand against Duo's cheek. "I want you to stay safe, Duo. I will *always* keep you safe." He leaned in to kiss Duo once more, this time with a gentleness that spoke volumes about his true feelings for the braided pilot.
Duo fell back almost bonelessly to the futon. /The look in his eyes, his voice, that *kiss*. Oh my God. Is it possible that he loves me?/ All rational thought left his mind as he felt Heero's mouth encase his latex-covered erection. Teeth nipped gently against the head, then scraped down his full length. Faster and slow, hard and softer, Heero kept varying the pace, bringing Duo to the very edge, but offering no release.
"Jesus, Heero! Please! I can't stand it!" Duo's head was thrashing back and forth on the futon, hands curling and uncurling at his sides. He screamed in pleasure as he felt a coated finger probe the tight ring of his anus, the movement of Heero's mouth never faltering.
A second finger soon joined the first, stretching and probing, seeking out a certain spot. . ."HEERO!" Duo jerked wildly as a bolt of white-hot pleasure overloaded his system.
Heero grinned in satisfaction as he removed his fingers. Duo moaned at the emptyness, and slowly opened his eyes to watch Heero lube his own condom-covered erection. Duo began breathing harder, watching Heero's hands caress his own length, coating it thickly.
Heero placed Duo's legs over his shoulder, pushing into Duo with one swift thrust. Duo moaned wildly as Heero began pumping, burying himself to the hilt, pulling almost completely out, thrusting in again, harder and harder.
'God, Heero! What if... AHHH!... that thing... Dear Lord!... gets lost in there?... HEERO!!"
"Only 12% do."
Heero pumped harder and faster, each thrust hitting Duo's sweet spot, pleasure threading bewtween then, growing and building until they both came, screaming each other's names.
Heero lay with his head on Duo's chest. He sighed contentedly. "Mission complete."
Duo snorted and rolled over onto him. He watched Heero's eyes widen in surprise as he began caressing Heero's eager cock. "Soldier boy, your mission has barely *started*"
Heero's breath caught in his throat as pleasure began buliding once more. "Only 5% of men can regain an erection within ten minutes of climax"
Duo grinned. "What do you want to bet we beat the odds?"
The End
that's it. what do you think? sorry about the poor quality citrus. (i can't even identify if it's lime or lemon. grapefruit maybe?)
There are three types of lies: lies, damned lies, and statistics" - Benjamin Disraeli
hyuy
lost amongst the antecedents
(:./hyuy/safe2)
