28-Sep-2000
God help me! I can't get this idea out of my head. Whimper. This is not my fault....it was all those blasted squick posts. Blame them.
Disclaimer: I don't own GW. I'm poor. (And not legally insane. Just read the fic. You'll understand.) This story is for entertainment only and don't ask me why I wrote it. (I have no idea myself.) It contains squick and yaoi.
Heero slowly planted tender kisses along Duo's neck as his hands undid the former pilot's shirt. Not even pausing to admire the beauty of the slender man's muscled chest, he worked his way down that as well. The Perfect Solider only paused long enough to gently bite the hardening nipples he found and listen to the passionate moan his action caused.
"H-Heero," Duo whispered, unsure of what was happening.
"The Japanese man paused at the waist of his new lover's jeans.
"Yes, Duo."
"What's going on?" Came the breathless question.
"I'm going to make love to you." Cobalt eyes drilled into violet, looking for any form of hesitation. "Do you have a problem with that?"
"Not really."
"Good," Heero smirked and pushed Duo's pants to the ground. The smirk became a smile when he saw the infamous Shinigami wasn't wearing any underwear. Seeing movement behind the longhaired man, he engulfed Duo's member.
The chestnut haired youth felt himself becoming lost in sensation when suddenly cold metal ran down his spine. Yelping, he jerked his head around to find a grinning Dr. J. The pilot's mouth fell open in shock. J, not one to waste opportunity, seized the boy's mouth, his tongue trying to find Duo's tonsils. Cool metal probed between the smooth globes of Duo's rear and the young mechanic wondered how he would get out of this and if he really wanted to.
End Part 2
Phoenix
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