February 2002
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Gundam Wing, Sotsu, Bandai and Sunrise do. But I've put them on my Christmas list, does that count?
"That's ridiculous."
Trowa gave his companion a sidelong look from under his bangs. "I grew up in a mercenary company, Heero. It happens more often than you might think."
Heero snorted. "It would never work."
Trowa shook his head. "On the contrary, it's a very effective way to get past someone's defences. The one who fiercely resists external force is the one who falls the most easily to pressure from within."
Heero considered that as they trudged through the woods to the safe house. "Temptation," he commented thoughtfully.
"Exactly. Humans naturally form a bond through physical intimacy. And when that intimacy consists of mind-blowing pleasure..." Trowa's voice trailed off and he shrugged. "Once that tiny crack in the wall is established, all sorts of confessions come out."
"Hn."
A muffled thump from the front of the safe house had Duo snatching up his gun and gliding silently to the door. He risked a peek out the spyhole, and immediately yanked the door open.
Heero was leaning against the outside wall, hunched over as if in great pain. "Duo..." he moaned.
Duo knew it had to be bad - the Perfect Soldier had been trained to withstand extreme agony without flinching. He took a quick look towards the winding drive to ensure Heero hadn't been followed, then holstered his gun and helped his partner inside.
"Heero, buddy, where are you hurt?"
Heero shook his head, staggering against the wall as Duo tried to guide him to the bedroom. "Not... hurt..." he muttered, but his uneven breathing belied his words.
Duo eased his friend down onto the edge of the bed and snagged the med-kit from his duffle bag. "OK, easy now..." He went down on one knee and began to check for damage.
There was no sign of blood, oddly enough, and there were no obvious broken bones or contusions. Internal injuries, maybe?
Heero's face was flushed, his pupils hugely dilated but tracking, his breath almost panting from between reddened lips. He was squirming slightly, shifting his hips back and forth, and...
Duo's jaw almost hit the floor as he saw the impressively hard erection stretching the spandex shorts.
After a moment of stunned appreciation, he tore his eyes away and searched the pale golden skin for the mark he was sickeningly afraid he would find. Sure enough, in the crook of one elbow was the clear stigmata of a hypodermic injection.
Duo's mind raced. An aphrodisiac, for sure. Those OZ bastards!! Was there nothing they wouldn't do? But they must have underestimated the Perfect Soldier enough to let him escape, foolishly assuming that their drugs would keep him docile.
"Feel so hot... strange..." Heero mumbled, still rocking back and forth.
Duo bit his lip. As far as he knew, there was no 'cure' for an aphrodisiac, just various methods to ease the symptoms. He blushed as he considered some of them, things he had daydreamed about since he had met the enigmatic pilot of Wing.
But he couldn't follow up on those fantasies. People he cared for ended up dead, and he wasn't about to risk another life just to satisfy his raging hormones.
"Duo..." Heero groaned, "I need... need... s-something... "
Duo found himself easing closer, drawn by the buried desperation in that low voice. A tiny part of his mind jeered that the situation was hardly life-threatening, but then Heero caught his gaze, looked deep into his eyes, and said, "Onegai, Duo... please...?" and he was lost. His partner needed him.
Heero leaned forward and Duo mirrored the action, bringing their mouths together in a sweetly fierce kiss. Heero grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closer, wrapping a strong arm around his waist to hold him tight.
They wound up on the bed, clothes flung off between deep, passionate kisses and the urgent rubbing of two aroused bodies.
Duo tried to control his emotions, to keep the encounter purely physical, but the sight and feel and taste of his secret late-night fantasies coming to life was overwhelming. When his hands, and his lips and tongue, were not enough to quell the drug raging through his friend's body, he willingly flung himself headlong into the fight, holding nothing back.
Dawn found him on his back, with Heero rocking deeply inside him yet again. The light gleamed off the glorious nude form above him, and Duo felt his soul twist at the sight. He realized then, in moment of awful clarity, that he had let his lover pierce his heart as surely as he had pierced his body, and that the pain was just as sweet.
Afterwards, he was gathered into strong arms and cradled against a warm body. He laid his head on Heero's shoulder and sighed. "I... I love you, Heero," he muttered, knowing it was foolish, but unable to let the feelings inside him go unexpressed.
A careful hand tilted his face up until he could see serious eyes - eyes that were controlled and sane again - before they warmed with a smile. "I love you, too, Duo."
Heero walked into the new safe house, a rare expression of contentment on his face. He had seen Heavyarms hidden in the woods, and was looking forward to talking with Trowa.
He rounded the corner into the living room and stopped, smirking at his friend. "You were right. It worked perfectly," he said without preamble.
Trowa's eyes widened.
Heero dropped his gaze to the couch, eager to share his success, but still a touch shy. "A few eye-drops to keep my pupils dilated, a needle mark on my arm, a couple of moans and a serious case of blue balls were all it took - Duo bought it just like you said he would." He shook his head, the smirk widening to a grin. "The mercenaries' old aphrodisiac ploy... And after an incredible night of nonstop sex, he finally admitted that he loved me."
"We've been together since then, and -" Heero broke off at a tiny sound, almost a squeak, from his friend. He was alarmed to see that Trowa's face was red, his head jerking from side to side in tiny negating shakes, his one visible eye fixed on...
Heero whirled and crouched, pulling his gun simultaneously.
"THE OLD APHRODISIAC PLOY?!?!?!?!?" Quatre yelled furiously. "IT WAS ALL AN ACT??!!??"
Only Trowa's circus-honed reflexes allowed him to avoid the full teapot flung with deadly accuracy at his head.
"YOU LIED TO ME???!!!!!???!!!"
Heero quickly stood aside as the snarling blond stalked past him.
"Well... I didn't exactly lie, Quatre..." Trowa began nervously from his awkward perch on the back of the sofa.
"YOU CALL THAT 'TELLING THE TRUTH'???"
"Now, angel, trust your space heart! You know how I feel about you!" Trowa said desperately.
"TAKE A WILD GUESS HOW I'M FEELING RIGHT NOW!!"
Heero eased back into the hall. Perhaps it was time to leave. After all, Duo was probably waiting for him.
(:./wingnut/aphro)
