April 2001
Warnings: LEMON LEMON LEMON Yaoi; plot, what plot? did I mention LEMON?
Pairings: 10.0833333 [more specifically: (4+3) + (2+1) + 2x4x2/(3x2)x4/(3x2)(4x1)/(3x1)]
Disclaimers: I don't own the characters from Gundam Wing, I just play with them for non-profit fun and give them back when they're tired.
Notes: This was my very first fanfic. The idea grabbed me by the throat and refused to let go until I wrote it down. And I discovered it was fun!!!
Heero had been well trained. As soon as the mission was over, he had automatically begun his mission report.
But no matter how he concentrated, he was still very much aware of his surroundings. The softest noise, the tiniest shift in air currents, the merest glimpse from the corner of an eye could betray the approach of an enemy.
He had reeled off estimates of the men and materiel stationed at the OZ base they had attacked, as well as the fighting capabilities of the enemy pilots they had engaged, and had started on the list of mission objectives, all while pretty much ignoring the comments and gasps and giggles and moans coming from the bed.
But it was becoming harder. To concentrate, that is.
That's Duo moaning. And that must be Trowa. That's the bed creaking... bed creaking... Duo... bed... bed... Trowa... Duo/Trowa... bed... again... again... Just type, damnit!
'Secondary mission objective accinokusged, Bitg reserarcg data cinoyters destritedl sgadiw bacjyo dusjs denagbutuzed,'
Heero stilled his fingers and closed his eyes momentarily. Sighing internally, he deleted the mangled text and shifted his right hand back to the proper position on the keyboard.
'...objective accomplished. Both research data computers destroyed; shadow backup disks demagnetized. Paper files burned.'
The sound of slapping flesh echoed around the room. Unwillingly, his gaze strayed to see Trowa moving vigorously above and behind Duo. Above and behind... and in... Duo.
Heero dragged his eyes back to his report. The report was important, not how his fellow pilots were... relieving their tension. That's all it was. He shook his head slightly to clear it of the persistent images and resumed typing.
'Paper files burned; research facility destroyed. Tertiary mission objective achieved. Raw gund'
A particularly piercing cry from Duo had his eyes snapping to the bed again. The long-haired pilot was groaning and leaning back into each thrust. Heero could easily imagine how it would feel; he had been in Trowa's position often enough. Duo would be hot and tight and squirming...
He tore his eyes away and focused on the glowing screen. Concentrate! He reread what he had just typed.
'...objective achieved. Raw gunduo in inin hot tightssldkjfsljdf;;;;;;;;;;;; '
Heero's fingers curled into fists for a moment. But throwing his laptop through the wall would be counterproductive. He gently pressed the delete key until the offending text was removed.
'Raw gundanium retrieved, as were experimental reagents. These are en route to L2 via Sweepers.'
That was better. Just the team status left...
Heero found himself staring once again at the interlocked couple... no, trio - Quatre had woken up again and was enthusiastically returning Duo's earlier favour.
No visible injuries. And they're moving freely, so they can't be too stiff... at least, everything except that can't be too stiff... and that can never be too stiff...
Heero blinked as he realized what he had just been thinking. If his difficulty concentrating was anything to go by, he had a significant amount of... tension... to work off as well.
But only after the report was done.
'Repairs to gundams: minor. Injuries to team: minimal. Recuperation time: negligible.'
Heero glanced down into his lap, allowed one corner of his mouth to curl up infinitesimally, and finished his report.
'Pilot readiness: immediate.'
(:./wingnut/itsmybed3)
