02-Feb-2005
Title: Pocky Stick
Author: tkmaxwell777
Blood Type: Amaretto Sour
Category: Shonen Ai/Yaoi
Pairings: 2x2, 1x2
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Lemon, Masturbation, Oral Sex, PWP, and Slight Language
Archived: Yep! Fanfiction Section at www.gwaddiction.com
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or its characters. It is the property of Shin Kidousenki, Bandai, Sotsu, Sunrise, and other affiliated parties. This story is a parody of its defined universe and is in no way an official continuation of the original series. I consider underage characters engaging in sexual activity as Emancipated Minors. This story is for entertainment purposes and should not be read as a realistic representation of actual romantic or sexual relationships. Content is not intended to either condone or condemn lifestyles or viewpoints portrayed by these characters. I make no money doing this, so please do not sue me. I write for the love of the characters and the pleasure of feedback!
Note: This month just has so many pervy fanfic dates! *LOL* This fic is for 2x2 Day :) I am working on the next part of COA, but I just couldn't let Duo's day go by uncelebrated *grins* Hope you all enjoy!
Duo wiped the sweat from his forehead as he moved further into Deathscythe's cockpit, trying to reach the wiring that he suspected had given his buddy a problem during the last battle. His screen visibility had been down to zilch at a moment that could have been fatal if Wufei hadn't intervened. He glared when he spotted a frayed cable on one of the video panels. Taking his snips, he cut out the damaged part, and then patched the wiring with some Shielded 12 Pair Plenum Cat 5. Practiced hands had the wiring back in place in record time, and Duo happily sat down at the console to test out the repair. Opening his forward view, he grinned as a clear picture came through.
The image of Heero bending over Wing was just an added bonus. Duo shook his head at his predicament. He'd never thought of other guys like that before meeting Heero Yuy, but the other young man made the self-proclaimed Shinigami a little hot under the priest collar most of the time. The braided pilot was undeniably attracted to Heero, but he didn't know what to do about it. They'd developed an uneasy friendship, only for the sake of peace it seemed on Heero's part. If Heero knew that Duo wouldn't mind sleeping with him, the Wing pilot would probably shut him out completely, because he certainly wouldn't put up with another guy wanting him romantically or sexually. Still, Duo couldn't help but admire Heero and watch him whenever possible... like at the moment. Violet-blue eyes took in the way Heero's sleek muscles flexed, the firmness of thigh and buttock, and the strength of shoulder and back. Unconsciously, Duo ran his hand over the front of his suddenly tight pants. Jerking himself out of his reverie, he quickly reached for some pocky out of the storage drawer near his comms unit to distract him from temptation.
"Mmm, strawberry," he purred as he devoured a stick of the treat. His eyes went back to his screen unbidden, and then he groaned out loud as Heero pulled off his shirt. "This is just so unfair." Heero seemed to pause for a split second, but then continued working. Duo sighed, grabbing another stick from the pack. "I wonder what flavor of pocky you would be, Heero, if I could taste you?" He mused, sucking on the sweet. "I bet you'd be delicious."
Duo watched Heero get inside his Gundam. He was surprised when the other pilot's legs were suddenly splayed wide enough to give Duo a hint of what was hidden beneath the Wing pilot's spandex... at least after the Deathscythe pilot zoomed in a bit. The other young man was fiddling with what looked like one of the control panels above him from the way his eyes were trained on his hands. Duo's hands were trained on holding a stick of pocky in one of them and rubbing his clothed cock with the other. It took skill, but Duo was good at multitasking.
"Oh yeah, I bet your cock tastes like chocolate mousse," Duo moaned when Heero began undulating his slim hips suggestively as he moved up to reach an overhead part. Duo slid his hand into his pants then, gasping at the feel of hard flesh again his callused fingers. "Man, I can almost imagine sucking you into my mouth now."
Duo began stroking his cock in earnest then, his palm smoothing over the tip and making him hiss in pleasure. His eyes never looked away from his visual stimulation as he unfastened his pants, letting his hardness out. The pocky in his other hand was discarded as he touched himself, both cock and balls, while groaning out more words. "Would you like me to do that, Heero? Would you like me to touch you? Would you like to touch me? Shit, I wish!"
The braided young man thrust his hips up, pushing his length into his own hand, and moaning. His pace increased as he thought about Heero's fingers on his cock or his mouth tasting him the way Duo longed to taste Heero. He could have sworn his eyes betrayed him when he saw Heero tugging his shorts away from his groin, as if adjusting himself. When the hand lingered, Duo knew he hadn't imagined it. What was Heero doing?
It didn't take long for Duo to kiss the sky as he watched Heero rub against an obvious erection. Duo panted as he imagined being the one to stroke Heero, and his cries of pleasure echoed from his lips as he pumped his cock, the warm semen ejaculating all over his fingers. "Yes, oh Heero, yes! That's it, baby! Do it to me! Yes! Do it!"
It was a good thing Duo kept a spare pair of pants in his Gundam. This wasn't the first time that he'd jacked off in his 'cockpit' and it probably wouldn't be the last. He closed his eyes for a few moments to calm his body, but when he looked back at Wing, Heero was nowhere to be seen. Frowning a little, Duo quickly cleaned himself, changed his clothes, and then descended out of Deathscythe. Part of him was certain the other young man departed to take care of his impressive problem, while the other part wondered if something hadn't happened to make him upset or something. Rounding the corner, he was startled when hands grabbed him, pulling him into a nearby cabin.
"What the...?" Duo whirled around to see furious blue eyes leveled at him.
"You really need to watch accidentally clicking on your comms unit," Heero grated out.
"Shit," Duo replied, swallowing as he realized the implication. "Shit. I'm sorry, Heero. I didn't mean... "
He was silenced by firm lips taking his in a kiss that could only be described as desperate. Heero then slammed him against the wall, his tongue invading Duo's mouth in a way that made the braided young man feel dizzy and hot all over. All he could think was 'Oh yes, this is nice... very nice. The kind of nice that can make you forget there's a war going on for a while.' Duo put his arms around Heero's neck as his own tongue met the other pilot's, tasting his mouth the way he wanted to taste every bit of him, and already deciding that Heero was definitely chocolate pocky.
Heero pulled away, breathing heavily. "Do you have any idea how hard it was to listen to you on that damn comms unit while you cried out my name like that?" He asked almost angrily, but with a husky tone that belied his need.
Duo reached down and ran a hand over Heero's spandex-clad cock and grinned smugly. "About this hard?" He had no doubt that Heero was interested in what he had to offer or the other pilot would have pounded Duo into the floor or walked away before now. Moving closer, Duo asked seductively, "Want me to do something about that?"
"I want you to suck me like you imagined," the Wing pilot demanded. "I want you to taste me until there's no doubt what kind of pocky I am." He pushed on Duo's shoulders, and the braided pilot didn't resist as he went to his knees in front of Heero. Duo noticed that the dark-haired young man visibly relaxed - well, as much as you could with a raging hard on - as soon as Duo complied. Could it be that Heero was as afraid of being rejected as Duo had been?
"Oh, I'll taste you, Yuy," Duo purred, and Heero moaned, probably remembering the way the Deathscythe pilot had reacted to the pocky before moving onto more entertaining activities that involved his bare cock.
"Yes," Heero gasped as Duo pulled down his shorts, "Show me how that pocky felt, Maxwell."
Duo groaned and looked at the other young man's cock. It was just the right size for sucking. Chocolate curls at its base made Duo stifle a grin at picking a flavor that also described the color. With an anticipatory gleam in his eyes, he licked the seeping tip, making Heero yell out before Duo told him jauntily, "We're just getting started, babe."
Duo hadn't ever done this, and he wasn't overly confident, but he had a good idea how to go about it. Taking the head between his lips, he was careful to avoid using his teeth. He couldn't manage much depth, but he was always resourceful, so his hands began stroking Heero's length where his mouth couldn't reach. It tasted incredible. The feeling of Heero's soft skin in contrast to his firm shaft felt so good on his tongue. He traced his other hand down Heero's balls, fondling them. Heero's hands went to bury in Duo's hair, pulling some free as he gripped it and moved his hips rhythmically. It didn't take long for the Wing pilot to tense and give into his pleasure.
"Duo... Duo... oh yeah... Duo! Duo! That's it, Duo!" He cried out, his voice breaking free of his usual control.
The Deathscythe pilot choked at first as Heero's seed poured into his mouth, and a little escaped from between his lips, but he managed to swallow most of it. Bitter, salty, but sweet to him nonetheless because it was Heero. Once Heero's cock was spent, Duo pulled back and wiped his mouth. "You okay?"
Heero was shaking and fell to his knees, but when he looked at Duo, the smile on his face, though a little shy, was completely content. "It was good."
"I'm glad," the braided young man said softly, feeling proud of his accomplishment in spite of himself.
Heero then looked away. "Have you done that to many guys?" His face was impassive once again, as if expecting something to take away from what they had just shared.
"Just one," Duo replied as he reached out and took the other young man's hand reassuringly.
Heero's blue eyes met Duo's again, his expression incredulous. "Just... me?"
Duo leaned forward and kissed him, pressing his tongue inside to let Heero taste the remaining flavor of his seed before retreating to give him a pointed look. "Yep. Just you."
Heero grabbed him in a tight hug then, burying his face in Duo's neck. "That... means... a lot to me."
They sat there for quite a while until Duo's legs began to cramp. Moving away, he gave Heero an encouraging smile. "Listen, why don't we go somewhere more comfortable? We can talk about what we want to happen next." He saw an odd look come over Heero's face and added quickly, "I mean, if you want something else to happen. Nothing has to, but I was hoping we could... "
"I didn't know if this was a one-time thing or not," the Wing pilot interrupted, making Duo hold his breath until he continued, "but if you really want me, Duo, I'm willing." He flushed. "I just never thought you would."
Duo gave his new lover a stunned look. "Don't be stupid, Heero. I've been fantasizing about you finding out what flavor pocky I am ever since I rescued you from the hospital. There's no way I couldn't want you, now or ever."
"Cinnamon," Heero blurted suddenly, his face reddening more. "I know you'll taste like cinnamon."
Duo grinned, ruffling Heero's messy hair. "Then let's find out if you're right," he replied happily.
Moments later, Heero was dressed again, and they were on their way to Duo's cabin. As they walked the corridors of Peacemillion, the Deathscythe pilot marveled that Heero had thought Duo was the one out of reach. He made a promise to himself to never let Heero doubt his worth or how much he meant to his braided lover again. He knew the war would go on, and one or both of them would probably die, but for the moments in between the battles that spoke of mingled breath and cries of completion, they would take what bit of happiness they could and call it their own. Duo would be the one to make sure that Heero remembered the way they'd finally discovered their shared passion for each other.
Eating pocky would never be the same again.
The End
(:./tk/pocky)
