19-Sep-2004
Title: Pleasure Wheel
Author: tkmaxwell777
Category: Yaoi – Written for the 2004 Moments of Rapture Contest
Pairings: 2x1, 4x3 implied
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst, Language, Lemon, and Violence
Archived: Gundam Wing Addiction
TK Maxwell Original Christian and Yaoi Fiction at: http://writing.com/authors/tkmaxwell
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or its characters. Bandai, Sotsu, Sunrise, and the original Japanese creators do. This story is a parody of their defined universe and is in no way an official continuation of the original story. I consider all underage characters engaging in sexual activity to be Emancipated Minors or the social equivalent under military service. This story is for entertainment purposes only. It is a fantasy and should not be read as a realistic representation of actual romantic relationships. Content is not intended to condone or condemn any of the lifestyles or viewpoints portrayed through the characters. I make no money at this. I write only for the pleasure of feedback!
Notes: This fic was an entry into the Moments of Rapture 2x1 Lemon Contest, so that's why I haven't posted it before now. I didn't win (*lol* never really expected to with this rushed entry... submitted it at 11:37 PM on the day it was due *sweatdrop*), but I hope you all enjoy it anyway :P It is dedicated to Sharon, since she's the reason I wrote it. *huggles Sharon* No sap this time around, but maybe the lemon will be enough :rhead:
Duo followed Heero into their shared apartment, watching the other man warily. The silence between the two Preventer agents was unsettling to Duo. 'He's been acting like this for the past few months,' he thought to himself. 'I just wish I knew what was making him shut me out. I thought we'd actually become friends, but he's treating me like I'm a stranger now.' Violet eyes continued to assess Heero as the Japanese man took off his shoes. Duo sighed and walked over to the couch, collapsing onto it.
"I can't believe the mission ended like this," he said out loud as his hand brushed through his bangs. "We were clear. All targets had been immobilized. The hostages had been secured. If only we'd checked the other room. I just can't believe... " He broke off as Heero walked past to his room, closing the door behind him without saying a word or acknowledging Duo's.
Making a decision, Duo got up and walked over to the other man's door. He knocked, but no answer came. Sighing to himself again, he tried the knob and found it unlocked. He jiggled it, so as to not startle the room's occupant, and then opened the door and peered inside. Heero was sitting at his computer, typing the mission report, no doubt. Duo suddenly felt angry.
"You know, we've been partners for almost two years now, Yuy, and I really don't appreciate you walking out on me while I'm talking about something important," he began as he came on into the room. "What happened today was enough to make the best agent think of resigning, so I know that you're not as unaffected as you're pretending to be. I know that it's bothering you that Hall and Becker were killed and the others were injured because we screwed up. I know that, but it doesn't make me feel any better when I see you pushing it all aside to write some damn report."
Heero sat there with his back to Duo. His typing had stilled, but he didn't turn around. "I have to put my job before my personal feelings. It's what I get paid to do. Of course I regret that Hall and Becker lost their lives, and that the others were hurt, but beating myself up about it won't help them now. Focusing on doing my job better so it doesn't happen again would be a better memorial to them."
Duo took in Heero's stiff shoulders. It was always about performance with him. "I'm not talking about beating yourself up over it. I'm talking about us discussing what happened so we can find a way to live with it."
"I refuse to live with my failures," Heero said firmly. "Going over the mission with an analytical perspective will help me see what went wrong so I can change the way I react next time."
"Ignoring the way it makes you feel won't make those emotions go away," Duo pointed out, not liking how Heero was handling the situation. "We've been working with those other agents for months. We knew them, Heero. You can't act like they were strangers. You can't bottle up how you feel about losing them. It will only make it worse."
"Thank you for the psychological evaluation, Dr. Maxwell, but I'm too busy for group therapy right now," the Japanese Preventer replied curtly.
Duo clenched his fists and felt his anger explode. "Oh, so it doesn't matter that Judy Hall was divorced with two small children that her mother took care of while she went on missions? It doesn't matter that Matthew Becker just got engaged last month to a girl he'd been dating for two years? It doesn't matter that Isaac Collins is married with a newborn child, and is in surgery right now while doctors try to save his leg? Hell, Yuy, does anything matter to you but your damned efficiency?"
Heero was up and out of the chair before the last word had left Duo's mouth. He grabbed the braided Preventer and slammed him against the wall. "It all matters, damn you, but this is the only way I know to keep it from becoming the only thing that matters!"
Duo tried to catch his breath, the abrupt action scaring him a little, but he didn't back down. "If you act like nothing bothers you then people begin to believe that you don't care. I don't want everyone thinking that about you. We're partners, and how you act reflects on me, not only in the field, but personally."
"Sorry to be such an embarrassment then," Heero spat as he jerked away, shoving Duo a bit as he let go of him. "I'll try to be more apologetic next time we kill someone."
"Hey, pal, that's not what I meant, and you know it," Duo ground out as he straightened away from the wall. "All I'm saying is that people judge you by how you react to things. If the wrong person makes the wrong assumption, it could get you in serious trouble. The review board is already looking for reasons to send us in for another psyche evaluation. Don't give them a reason to do it."
Heero snorted as he sat back down at his desk. "If anything, they would haul you in before me."
"What's that supposed to mean?" The braided man asked in a huff.
"You're too emotional. Even though you don't let it interfere with the mission, how you handle things afterward isn't exactly constructive, is it?"
Duo scowled. "Hey, I might have drowned my sorrows a few times, even picked a couple of fights, but my emotional stability has never been in question, Yuy. Yours has been."
Heero glared at the reminder. "The psychologist cleared me, Maxwell. He said my mental health was balanced, even if I did tend to compartmentalize things. If anyone tried to refute that, they wouldn't have a case."
Duo shrugged. "Yeah, well, don't count on it. Shrinks can be bought so don't get too smug or you might find yourself being re-evaluated."
"Is that all? I have work to do, if you're through psycho-analyzing me," Heero snapped.
"Yeah," Duo bit out. "I just wanted to make sure that you weren't trying to pretend nothing had happened. You can deal with it how you want, but I find it helps to talk about it. Who better than with your partner who is just as upset as you are about it? Guess I was wrong."
Heero gave him a level look. "I don't need to talk about it."
"Fine, fine. Sit in here by yourself and type away then," Duo replied angrily, swinging his arm towards the desk. "I have my own round of 'beating myself up' to look forward to. If you find you'd rather have someone to commiserate with instead of just the computer beeping at you when you make a mistake, you'll find me in my room."
Before Heero could say anything, Duo turned and stalked out, slamming the door behind him. The Japanese man paused for a moment, his shoulders slumping, before he turned back to his screen. "It's better this way," he said softly as he began typing again.
***
"I think you need to get into some kind of art class to divert this creative energy," Quatre said as he took in the many mobiles dangling from the ceiling grid in Heero and Duo's office.
Duo grinned. "Heero had to go to the stock room to get more post-its and paper clips. I think he's a little pissed at me because I used all of his, but he'll get over it."
"Actually, I wanted to talk to you about Heero, so I'm glad he's out right now."
Duo's grin faded. "Oh? About what?"
Quatre hesitated but then sat down on the edge of Duo's desk and asked quietly, "How is Heero handling the aftermath of the Jensen case?"
"He's not," Duo replied disappointedly. "He refuses to talk about it. I brought it up the night it happened a week ago, and a couple days ago, but he blew me off both times."
Quatre frowned. "He shouldn't bottle it up inside. It could become a problem."
Duo shook his head. "You're not telling me something I don't already know, man. I mean I've been living and working with him for quite a while now. You'd think he would feel comfortable enough to talk to me about stuff, right? Wrong. He thinks I'm 'too emotional'. If you ask me, he's not emotional enough. Of course, my opinion doesn't count unless it has something to do with a mission."
"Trowa is still rather private even though we've been lovers for years," the blond admitted. "If we were still just friends, I don't think he'd confide in me as much as he does now, which isn't a lot. Maybe it's just the way they deal with things, Duo. You can't change the inner workings of their personalities."
"I know, Q," Duo replied, "but even you can see that it's not good. I just don't understand him sometimes. I know he has strong feelings about a lot of things. He just doesn't show them. I don't know how he does it. When I'm upset, I can't hold it inside. I have to at least let the anger out. He just acts like nothing's going on when I know that he has to feel just as bad about it as I do. It's really... "
"Quatre." Heero's voice said softly as he walked through the door.
Duo flushed in embarrassment at being caught talking about his partner. "Hey, Heero... "
Heero threw him a box of paper clips and a pack of sticky notes before walking over to his own desk with the rest of his stash. "That's the last of them for you until they get a new shipment. Other people have to actually use these for work. I don't know why I even bothered to bring you any."
Duo stuck out his tongue before looking back at Quatre. "See what I have to put up with, Winner? Even when he does something nice for me, he has to make it seem like a chore."
Quatre rolled his eyes. "Like I said, you need to take an art class and quit misusing Preventer supplies."
"Now where would the fun be in that? I have to keep Heero on his toes so he doesn't get bored. If I didn't annoy him, he'd never talk to anyone else. Sometimes I think he doesn't even know there are other people in the building until he needs something from them for a mission. Not like he'll ever admit to needing me, but then again, he'll never admit to needing anything, so... "
Heero whirled around, his face thunderous. "What I need is for you to shut the hell up, Duo. That's what I need."
Duo looked at his partner with a challenging expression. "Yeah, well, keep dreaming, Yuy. Maybe you'll get what you want for Christmas, and I'll be the one to take a bullet on our next mission."
The Japanese man froze, a weird look flitting across his face before he got up and walked out of the office.
Quatre turned worried eyes to Duo. "I think you guys need to try that talk again, Duo."
"Yeah," Duo mumbled, a sheepish expression on his face. "Guess so."
Duo sat on the couch, sulking. Heero hadn't come back to the office. It was after seven by the clock on the wall, and there still was no sign of the braided man's roommate. The apartment seemed so empty without Heero there. "Guess I've gotten used to you being here even though you do stay shut up in that room most of the time," Duo muttered as he hugged the pillow closer to his chest.
He started when the door to the apartment opened and Heero walked in. The Japanese man didn't even look in Duo's direction as he made his way to his room. Duo fought with himself for a moment before getting up and following. He didn't even knock this time, opening the door and walking inside.
"Okay, tell me what the hell your problem is," he demanded hotly. Heero ignored him, sitting at the desk like he had a week ago with his back to him. Duo growled and reached out to spin the chair around, forcing his partner to face him. "Answer me, damn it!"
"You are," Heero replied in a voice full of some unnamed emotion.
Duo pulled back from him. "What? Why is that?"
"Because you're always trying to break me," the Japanese man spat, his blue eyes blazing in cold fury. "You're always trying to make me open up to you when all I want is to be left alone!"
"Heero, I only do it because I care about you!" Duo said in frustration. "I don't want you to face things by yourself if I can help. Why can't you let your guard down one damn time and let me be there for you?"
"I can't," Heero grated out. "I can't afford to do that. It would compromise everything."
The braided Preventer blinked in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
Heero stood and tried to push past him. "Never mind."
Duo grabbed him, throwing him down onto the bed before straddling him to hold him down. "Oh, no, pal. You're not getting away that easily. You tell me what you meant, damn it, or we're going to stay like this all night!"
"Let me go," the other man demanded as he struggled against Duo's weight.
Duo rested on top of him, making it impossible for Heero to find any leverage. "Tell me. I'm quite comfortable, so unless you want me to... " His sentence trailed off as he noticed the way Heero's face was... was he blushing?
"Please," Heero begged. "Please don't make me feel like this."
Duo felt his own temperature begin to rise – as well as another part of his body. It was then that he noticed Heero's answering swelling beneath him. To say he was shocked would have been an understatement. To say he wasn't interested would have been a lie. Duo licked his lips; his violet eyes taking in the way Heero did the same, as if an unconscious reaction. The braided man couldn't resist the temptation. He leaned down, and before Heero could get his protest out, captured the other man's lips. The kiss was like a breaking storm. Hands that had been grappling were soon gripping bodies closer as tongues entwined almost violently. After a few minutes, Duo finally pulled back and gave Heero a questioning look.
"I didn't know... I never thought you'd feel like... "
"I don't want to feel at all! You can't hurt if you can't feel!" The Japanese man cried out in anguish.
Duo reached between them, rubbing against Heero's erection through his work pants. "Heero, pain is on the old pleasure wheel, my friend. You have to endure the one to appreciate the other sometimes. Denying them both is not the answer." He watched as Heero closed his eyes while his hips thrust up, trying to press himself more into Duo's questing hand. "Let me show you, Heero. Let me give you what you need."
The braided Preventer didn't wait for an answer. He unbuttoned Heero's pants, slipping the zipper down carefully. It didn't take long to pull the pants free, and then Duo was sliding the other man's boxer briefs off as well. Heero laid beneath him, panting with need, arousal jutting up from the nest of curls, and only a tee shirt remaining on his body. Duo sat up and pulled his own pants down, stripping off his boxers at the same time. He then settled on top of Heero again, taking in the gasp the other man made as their erections met for the first time, his own groan loud in the room.
He got to his knees, positioning himself between Heero's legs. Blue eyes looked up at him, fear replaced with raw need. Duo leaned forward, licking the tip of Heero's shaft, the bitter taste of the liquid leaking from the slit only spurring him on. In one motion, he took the other man's hardness into his mouth. Licking and sucking, Duo soon had Heero begging again, only this time it was for the opposite of what he'd wanted before.
"More," his voice rasped out.
Duo grinned as he let the erection slip from his mouth. "You sure?"
"Yes," Heero panted out. "Show me... show me the pleasure wheel."
It was all the prompting Duo needed. He slid his two fingers into his own mouth, sucking on them to get them wet. "There's going to be some pain," he warned.
Heero nodded, his eyes taking in Duo's every action. "Fine. Just do it."
Duo complied. He placed the first finger at Heero's entrance. "It will get better. Trust me."
"I do or you'd be dead by now," Heero replied simply.
Duo smiled at that and then began pushing his finger inside the warm channel. Once it was all the way in, he began thrusting it in an out slowly, stretching the opening to accept him. Heero winced, but he didn't complain. Duo soon added another finger, spreading them apart. He searched for the place that would give Heero some pleasure with this pain. His fingertip found it, and Heero yelled out, arching off of the bed.
"Ahhh! What was... ?"
Duo stroked the spot again, gaining the same response. "Like I said, the pain can be worth it, buddy."
Heero agreed as Duo continued to stretch him, caressing that same place over and over again. When Duo felt that Heero was ready, he pulled his fingers free. Spitting into his hand, he coated his own shaft before positioning it at the other man's entrance, pressing Heero's legs back to his chest, opening him completely. "Ready?" Duo asked.
"Roger that," the Japanese man responded, his breath ragged.
Duo nodded and pressed the tip of his erection inside. He began little thrusts that took him deeper each time until he was seated fully in Heero's body. "Oh yeah! This is what makes it all worth it."
Heero gritted his teeth, not exactly enjoying the feeling yet. "Do... something. It's not... I mean, I need... "
"Hold on, pal. Get ready for the good stuff," the braided man reassured him.
Duo pulled out and thrust back inside, managing to hit Heero's 'feel good' spot. Heero cried out, and before long, Duo had fallen into a steady rhythm with Heero meeting him thrust for thrust. The braided Preventer knew they weren't going to last long. He increased his pace, pounding into this partner rapidly.
"Duo?" Heero's voice was a little desperate as he asked for something he didn't even understand.
The braided man reached down and placed Heero's hand at his own shaft. "Stroke it."
Heero did what he was told, grasping his erection and pumping it frantically. It didn't take long for him to climax, Heero's seed pouring out of the slit to cover his hand and the shirt he was still wearing, as he shouted out words that were unintelligible at that point. Duo groaned as the sheath around his arousal began constricting even more. He thrust inside a couple more times, and then he was coming. Throwing back his head, he yelled as his passion was emptied into the body still shaking in the final throws of release under him.
When he was spent, Duo collapsed on top of his new lover, trying to catch his breath. When his erection slipped free of Heero's body, he rolled over beside him and waited to see what the other man would say. He was stunned, and a little disappointed, when he realized that Heero had fallen asleep already. Sighing to himself, Duo got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. He then returned with a wet washcloth and wiped Heero off the best he could. With a look of longing, he pulled up the covers and then headed for his own room. He would sleep well tonight.
Duo sat at his desk, sipping coffee and reviewing files. 'I guess I should be glad it's been an uneventful morning,' he thought absently. 'Then again, Heero not mentioning last night is really pissing me off.'
"Do you have that analysis done yet?"
Duo winced. Heero sounded so detached. "Not yet. Should be ready in another hour." He looked over to see Heero giving him an annoyed look. "It's taking longer than I thought, okay? I'm allowed to be human, here, even if you don't think you are... "
Heero paled. Before Duo could take it back, the Japanese Preventer had left the office. The braided man sat there for a few seconds before he threw a pen across the room and kicked his trashcan.
"Shit!" he swore.
"First you're stealing company supplies, and now you're abusing them," Trowa's voice observed from the doorway.
Duo turned and gave him a dirty look. "Quatre needs to keep his damn mouth shut."
Trowa smirked. "Now where would the fun be in that?"
It won a small chuckle out of the braided Preventer. "Sorry, Tro. Rough morning."
"I could tell," the brunet replied. "I saw Heero storming into the men's room on my way here."
Duo grimaced. "We... um... well, it's hard to explain without... aw, shit, I just don't know!"
Trowa's amusement was replaced with concern. "Has something happened between you?"
Duo hesitated. 'Should I tell him? Maybe he can give me some insight. He and Heero are a lot alike,' he thought. Sighing in frustration, he decided to take the leap. Knowing Heero, the Japanese man wouldn't be back any time soon. "We kind of... slept together... last night."
Trowa's eyebrows shot all the way up. "As in... ?"
"As in, we had sex and then he fell asleep," Duo clarified. "Of course, he hasn't said a damn thing about it today."
"And you feel like he should... what? Ask you how it was? Tell you he wants to do it again? Admit he loves you?"
Duo snorted. "I'm not delusional here, Trowa. I'm not expecting anything like that. I just... I want to know that it's okay between us, you know? I want him to acknowledge it happened. He's making me feel like he regrets it, and I don't – not for one damn minute."
Trowa sighed. "Maybe he's waiting for you to do that. You know how he is, Duo. He doesn't know how to express himself when it comes to how he feels. Maybe he's just afraid that he'll say something that makes you not want to do it again. Did you ever think of that?"
"No. I guess not," the braided man admitted.
"Then why don't you ask him how he feels about it instead of waiting for him to volunteer the information?" Trowa offered. "I bet it's not as bad as you think."
"You know," Duo began with a small smile on his face, "Quatre is rubbing off on you, Barton."
Trowa smirked. "Rubbing off, rubbing on, rubbing inside... "
Duo laughed, holding up his hands in mock affront. "Too much info there, man!"
"Just talk to him, Duo," Trowa told him seriously.
Duo took a deep breath. "All right."
Neither one of them noticed the man in question listening outside the door.
Duo slammed the door as he entered the apartment. 'I can't believe Heero didn't come back to the office again,' he thought irritably. He noticed the other man's shoes by the door and realized Heero had to be home. Closing his eyes for a moment to calm down, Duo then walked over to the other man's bedroom door and knocked.
"Come in," sounded from inside the room.
Duo opened the door and entered to an unusual sight. Heero wasn't sitting at his desk; he was sitting cross-legged on his bed. Duo decided to ignore the change and forged ahead. "Why didn't you come back today?"
Heero looked down. "I needed to think about some things."
Duo sat down on the edge of the bed. "Like what?"
Heero picked at a loose thread on the comforter. "Like whether or not I want the pleasure wheel again."
Dark blue eyes suddenly looked up, capturing Duo's violet ones. The braided man didn't know exactly what to say. "So... what did you... ?"
"I want it," the Japanese Preventer replied quickly.
Duo let out the breath he'd been holding. "Okay. So what does that mean for us?"
Heero shifted a little obviously uncomfortable. "I don't know. What do you want it to mean?"
"Is it just about sex?" Duo asked abruptly. "Or do you want more than that?"
"More," was Heero's quiet response.
Duo grinned. "So you want the 'talking to each other about messed up missions' thing as well has the 'Duo pounding me into the mattress' thing?"
Heero smiled then. "If you want to put it like that... yes."
"Then I guess that's what it means."
They sat in silence for a moment before Heero reached out and tugged on Duo's shirt. "So... what do I have to do to get 'more' of what I want?"
Duo smirked and then leaned forward to kiss him. Heero pulled him closer, and they soon found themselves lying together in the small bed. Duo pulled away after a few breathless moments of tongue wrestling. "We really should buy some stuff if we're going to... "
"I already did," Heero interrupted before leaning over to claim the lube out of the bedside drawer.
Duo shook his head. "Leave it to Mr. Mission to always be prepared."
Heero smirked then. "Remember, I always evaluate the outcome of my endeavors and implement changes to improve the next experience."
"Oh yeah," Duo chuckled, "how could I forget?"
They hurriedly removed their clothes, this time taking off their shirts as well. Duo took the tube and began preparing Heero. The other man was soon growling, "Get on with it."
Duo positioned them so Heero was straddling him. Heero took the hint and slathered the lube on Duo's erection before he placed it at his own entrance. Closing his eyes, Heero began lowering his body onto Duo's shaft, rocking up and down to help with the penetration. When his buttocks met the braided man's thighs, Duo let out a groan.
"Feel so good, Heero."
Heero nodded in agreement. "I think... I could really... get used to this... pleasure thing."
Duo snickered. "It's addictive, man."
Heero raised himself up and then plunged down, causing Duo to strike that place of rapture inside him. "One I can... afford, I think."
Duo gripped his hips and moved in time with his lover. "Me too. We can indulge... whenever you want... as long as you don't... wear me out too much."
"Mission... accepted," the Japanese man responded, making Duo laugh again.
Heero began riding Duo, his head thrown back as he moaned in pleasure. Duo moved one of his hands and began stroking Heero. The sound that welled up from inside the other man made Duo groan as he snap his hips up with more force. He felt his own end nearing and continued to pump Heero frantically. He came bare seconds before Heero, yelling out his satisfaction as the beginning of Heero's orgasm caused his body to tighten around Duo.
"Yeah! Oh yeah! That's it. Come on, Heero! Come with me! Come with me!"
Heero did just that. His own climax was a violent as Duo's, fluid erupting from him in streams to land on Duo's quivering stomach. He shook with the intensity of it, and Duo watched in rapt fascination as Heero Yuy let go and really enjoyed something. It was a damn fine sight.
Unlike the first time, Heero didn't fall asleep. Instead, he pulled away, allowing Duo's softening erection to slide out before he went to the bathroom. Duo lay there on the bed. 'This could really work,' he thought, smiling about it.
"Here," was the only warning he received before a wet washcloth landed on him.
Duo yelped and then glared at his smirking partner. "We need to invest in some wipes."
Heero raised an eyebrow. "Think we'll be indulging ourselves that much?"
Duo grinned. "We will if I have anything to say about it." He cleaned off the evidence of their activities and threw the washcloth back at the Japanese man. "Got a problem with that?"
Heero snorted. "No. Now get out of my bed."
"Oh? Not going to let me snuggle?" Duo taunted him.
"Maxwell, you like to snuggle about as much as I do," Heero replied.
Duo smiled as he got up and walked over to him. "See you in the morning, Yuy." With that he gave Heero a thorough kiss and headed out the door.
He managed to hear Heero say, "No nightmares tonight,' before closing the door.
"Is there life after Preventers?" Duo groaned as he sat down at the table with the other agents. Heero was already there with Wufei on one side, and Quatre was sitting with Trowa on the other. Duo had the end.
"No," Wufei replied crisply, spearing a piece of lettuce from this salad.
"Trouble on the job, Duo? Did they discover your thieving ways and ban you from the supply closet?" Trowa asked.
Duo glared at him. "No. My pilfering is not an issue, though Heero has limited its frequency." He leveled the glare Heero's way only to find the other man smirking at him.
"It is an endangerment to the supply-and-demand chain," he remarked casually.
Duo rolled his eyes. "Oh, that's so not convincing."
Quatre laughed. "But it's so Heero."
The braided man couldn't argue that. He gazed at his partner and felt a deep satisfaction. 'Things have been good. The sex is great. He actually talks to me some. We even get along better at work.'
"Will you please quit staring at Yuy like he's a piece of chocolate cake?" Wufei requested in annoyance.
Duo shook himself out of this musings, embarrassed. They all knew about the new aspect of their relationship, but Duo was still adjusting to it being brought up in conversation. "Would you rather I looked at him like a piece of chopped liver?"
Trowa chuckled at that. Wufei just frowned more. "I'd rather you looked at him like your partner and leave the rest for when you get home."
Duo grinned, but it was Heero that replied, "Now where would the fun be in that?" causing Quatre to snicker and Trowa to smirk.
Wufei grunted. "You've ruined him, Maxwell."
"Yeah I know," the braided Preventer admitted before turning to Heero and saying, "Want to go to the supply closet and get some more sticky notes?"
Heero raised and eyebrow but nodded anyway. The rest of lunch was spent talking about plans for the weekend, Wufei's new cat, and the need for more beef in the hamburgers the cafeteria served.
"I think the post-its are over here," Heero said as he moved further into the closet.
Duo smirked, closing the door behind him. "Actually, I have some other 'stickiness' in mind, buddy."
The Japanese man turned just in time to see Duo pounce. Mouths met and Duo's hands began unfastening Heero's pants. "Duo! We can't... "
"I locked the door from the inside," Duo assured him.
"But if someone has a key... " Heero protested even as he moved so Duo could push his pants and underwear down.
"We'll hear them in time. Come on, Yuy. Don't tell me that you don't find this a little... arousing."
Duo began nibbling Heero's throat as he slid his own clothes off. He rubbed the tips of their erections together, and both men groaned at the contact. Heero began rocking into his hand. "Okay... I can see what you mean."
The braided Preventer sighed. "Good, because I'm not stopping."
They leaned against the shelving unit, thrusting against each other to find completion. It didn't take long. They had to quiet their shouts of release, biting on each other's clothed shoulders, as warm wetness covered Duo's hand and their groins. Pants and underwear around their ankles, they stood there, breathing erratic and heartbeats pounding.
"That was so good it should be illegal," Heero panted out.
Duo nodded. "I think it is in some places."
They unwrapped a roll of paper towels and wiped off. Duo kept the roll, somehow sensing that they'd need it in their office sooner or later. With a satisfied smile, he turned to Heero and motioned for the man to go ahead of him. Heero hesitated for a moment, and before Duo knew what was happening, the Japanese Preventer was kissing him rather forcefully. He then turned and unlocked the door, looking over his shoulder.
"Grab some more post-its. Baker needs to keep more in stock. Andrews keeps telling him, but he won't listen."
Duo reached out and snagged a couple of packs. As he followed his partner back to their office, he thought, 'Heero knows the names of the guys who are in charge of procurement.' Grinning suddenly, he threw the paper towels in the air and caught them. 'Just another aspect of the pleasure wheel, I guess.'
He couldn't have been more right.
The End
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