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He'd thought about it the first time he met Heero, of course. Well,
not the first time, he supposed. The first time he'd pointed a gun at
him. The second time Heero had been in a hospital bed, strapped down,
and of course it had occurred to him then. How could he not think
about it? Duo had a thing for strong men, strong boys in this case,
and Heero had certainly proven his strength. The thing was, Duo liked
strong men because it was more of a struggle to break them.
He was young, but he'd lived several lifetimes already, it seemed.
He'd known all about sex from a young age, and the more exotic forms
it could take. He'd learned about people who liked to dominate, and
those that liked to submit. It didn't take him long to figure out
which he liked best for himself.
He wanted to see Heero tied down again, but he wanted to be the one
to restrain him. After a suitable struggle, of course. He didn't want
someone who would just take whatever was given. That was no fun. No
fun at all.
Not that he had much time to ruminate, or even plan how he was going
to get Heero into such a situation. He didn't even have a clue if
Heero would be into it. As much as he liked making someone submit
against their will, part of them had to be willing at least. Duo had
been raped before, and he wasn't ever going to do that to someone. So
Heero had to be willing. But since he had never discussed more than
Gundam repair and old missions with Pilot 01 (and most of those
discussions fairly one-sided), he really had no idea if Heero was
even into boys, let alone kinky sex with one. Not an easy subject to
bring up, even for him. If he didn't want to get his ass kicked. Duo
wanted to be the one giving pain, not receiving it. But the danger
was part of the appeal, and he found himself thinking about it more
and more, to the point he could recognize an obsession in the making.
He had to at least try to do something about it or he was going to go
crazy. Well, crazier, anyway.
So he came up with a new mission for himself. He called it Operation
Heero. Not a catchy name, he knew, but it worked for him. He thought
about it when time allowed, which wasn't much, and he came to the
startlingly obvious conclusion that he and Heero needed to be alone
for this plan to have any chance of success. He congratulated himself
on his brilliance.
Of course, having decided this, the opportunity seemed loath to
present itself. Not that he didn't enjoy the company of his fellow
Gundam pilots, but Quatre and Trowa were so obviously into each other
that being around them gave him a toothache. He wished them well, and
found it a little ironic that he had his sights set on Heero, but not
in the same way. He didn't want romance. He wanted sparks.
Finally. Finally they were holed up in a safehouse together. They'd
run an almost flawless mission, but one that made them so sought
after by the enemy as well as bounty hunters that they needed to lay
low for a while. They lost themselves in the middle of nowhere, a
little cabin in the middle of a forest, their Gundams stashed miles
away. Of course, that meant a long hike to get to the cabin, but the
farther away the better.
Heero had to force open the door with his muscles of steel (getting
Duo pretty hot in the process) and when they got inside it looked
like the only thing that had called this place home for years were
various species of rodents and the odd spider.
Duo wrinkled his nose at the stale smell, but decided it could have
Heero got right to business. "Duo. Find something to light a fire
with. I'm going to secure the perimeter."
"Yes sir," Duo humphed, but Heero was oblivious, already
investigating every nook and cranny. He sighed and looked around.
There was actually a pile of mostly usable firewood out back, and he
dragged several big logs inside.
After a few moments of struggling and liberal cursing, Duo managed to
get an anemic-looking fire going. He fed the flames carefully,
though, and soon the blaze was roaring happily. Duo beamed to
himself. Such a simple thing, starting a fire, but so satisfying in
an earthly, caveman-like way. Humans hadn't really evolved that much
when it got right down to it. Fire, food, fighting... he looked up as
Heero re-entered the cabin and he mentally completed the alliterative
list. Fucking. As in fucking hell, Heero was hot. The other boy was
already shucking off his clothes, stripping down to his usual uniform
of spandex shorts and tank top. Not that Duo minded at all, but he
often wondered just what had inspired Heero to choose that particular
"We are secure," Heero stated in a monotone.
"We are fired up," Duo responded, mimicking Heero's voice.
Heero didn't bat an eye, or even seem to notice Duo's mocking of him.
Duo sighed, getting up and brushing the dust off his pants. The
conversation was going well. He wandered over to the kitchen and
started opening cabinets. They were mostly empty, as he'd expected.
After a few moments of rummaging, he managed to find a can of beans
that wasn't too ancient, and some crackers in a sealed vacuum pack.
The two boys shared the meager meal in front of the fire, in relative
silence. Duo found himself contemplating Heero's nearly perfect face.
On another body, that face would almost be feminine; his features
were delicate and perfectly balanced. On Heero, though, with his very
non-feminine body, the effect was startling. And fucking sexy.
Duo hadn't realized he was staring until Heero demanded, "What?" with
more emotion than Duo had ever heard from him.
"Huh? What?" Duo echoed, startled out of his reverie.
"You're staring at me," Heero observed. "And you're barely talking.
Duo smirked. "The barely talking or the staring?" he joked. He was a
little flustered, though. Usually he was more subtle.
"The not talking. You stare at me a lot." It was said matter of
Duo shrugged, trying to make light of it. "You're not hard on the
eyes, Heero. You must know that."
Heero blinked. "So you *are* staring, then."
"You just said I was."
"I expected you to deny it." Heero's perfect forehead creased in a
Duo laughed. "You know what I always say... I never lie. Well, much
"You like to look at me?" Heero asked, as if trying to get a clue to
"Duh," Duo responded.
"Duh?" Heero repeated. "Explain."
Duo sighed. "I mean it's obvious why anyone would want to look at
you. You're gorgeous."
"Oh," Heero said, and it was the first time Duo had ever heard him
say anything unnecessary.
And of course he couldn't leave well enough alone. "Don't tell me you
don't know you're hot."
Heero shrugged noncommittally.
"Why do you think little miss 'Heero come kill me' is always after
that spandex-clad ass of yours? To discuss politics?"
Heero looked away as if embarrassed. "Well, she's... she's a girl,"
he offered, as if that explained everything.
"Very observant," Duo teased, setting aside his bowl and leaning back
on his elbows. At least this conversation, while probably fruitless,
"And... you're not," Heero went on.
"Wow, nothing gets past you, does it?" Duo said, grinning. "So what's
your point?" He knew he should probably quit while he was ahead, and
not get his ass kicked, but he'd never been sensible.
Heero looked impatient. "You know," he said, glancing almost shyly
back at Duo.
"No I don't, or I wouldn't be asking."
Heero let out a huff of air. "Are you gay?" he finally asked, with no
trace of sarcasm.
"I try not to label myself," Duo said evasively, wondering whether
Heero was about to get angry.
"But you like to look at me," Heero said, expression not changing.
"We've covered that," Duo pointed out, stomach fluttering
unexpectedly. He wasn't quite sure how this had come about, and he
had no clue what would happen next, but he wanted to know.
Suddenly, Heero leaned forward. "Stop playing, Duo. What do you
want?" His voice was a little hoarse, and held a note of emotion Duo
had never heard before.
Duo decided it was time for frankness. "You," he breathed, looking
into Heero's deep blue eyes from inches away.
"What do you want to do to me?" Heero answered, seemingly unfazed.
Well, that was the question, wasn't it? Was Heero innocent, or just
looking for information? "Lots of things," he finally replied.
More frankness was required. "I want to touch you, Heero. Undress
that gorgeous body and touch it, stroke it, lick it.... Fuck it." Duo
held his breath. He'd laid all his cards out now. Well, almost all.
Heero stared back at Duo for a long, silent moment. "That's all?" he
finally said, barely above a whisper.
"That's not enough?" Duo asked incredulously, eyes wide. "Okay. What
I really want to do to you is tie you up, then fuck the hell out of
you." Well, there it was.
The silence stretched for what seemed like hours. Then Heero nodded
And launched himself at Duo.
Duo was flat on his back with Heero astride him, pinning him down,
before he could blink. "What the fuck?" he demanded, even as his cock
stiffened in his pants.
Heero regarded him from above. "I thought maybe you'd like a struggle
first," he said breathily.
"First?" Duo stammered. His brain was trying valiantly to catch up.
"First. Before you do those other things to me."
Duo whimpered. "You mean you..." He had to swallow hard before he
could continue. "You *want* that?"
In answer, instead of speaking, Heero leaned forward a little,
rocking his hips, so Duo could feel something very hard poking into
his belly. He whimpered again. "Fuck."
"Exactly," Heero said, a smile playing about his full lips. Then he
faltered. "Is this not right? Not what you want?"
"God no, it's fucking perfect," Duo blurted immediately.
"Good. Then get on with it," Heero said, his voice a low purr.
And Duo did.
Snapping his hips up and to the side, Duo managed to dislodge Heero
enough so he could get one arm and one leg free. Heero was stronger,
but Duo was quicker, and he was an expert at unarmed combat.
Accustomed to opponents bigger than him, Duo knew how to use his
slender physique to his advantage. He brought his arm across, putting
it against Heero's throat as he shifted his weight on top of Heero.
Heero struggled, but he was off balance and suddenly their positions
were reversed, Duo on top of Heero but this time between Heero's
Duo leaned forward, trying to get control of Heero's arms. He had the
advantage of leverage, but when their hard cocks rubbed together he
moaned. He was overcome by intense desire, and Heero managed to get
one arm free. They were both flushed and panting, but not from
They rolled again, Heero on top, but Duo threw his weight into it and
continued the roll so that now they were both on their sides. Heero
wrapped his legs around Duo's waist and both boys gasped from the
friction the position gave them.
Duo knew he wasn't going to overpower Heero this way. He darted his
hand down between them and pressed the heel of his hand against
Heero's erection. He whimpered at the feel of it, but not as much as
Heero did. He squeezed, gripping the hard flesh through the stretchy
material, and Heero's eyes rolled back in his head. "You like that?"
he growled as he pushed Heero back onto his back with little
"Oh god yes." It came out as one word, nearly. Duo grinned.
"Then get your hands up above your head or I'll stop doing it." There
was more than one way to dominate.
Heero looked up at him for a split second, before raising his hands
high above his head. He was panting.
"Good," Duo breathed, control washing over him and making him even
harder. "Now keep them there." He yanked up on the hem of Heero's
tank top, pulling it up over the other boy's head until it tangled
around his arms. Then he made a complicated series of twists and
knots that secured Heero's wrists as much as possible. It wasn't
perfect, but it would do. Duo had many talents. "How does that feel?"
Heero pulled at his restraints. Duo knew that Heero could probably
rip the material like tissue paper, but apparently he liked the
restraint. "Good," he said hoarsely. He looked up at Duo, a vision
right out of his fevered dreams. "What are you going to do to me now?"
Duo waited a beat, making sure that Heero wasn't going to struggle
any more. "Anything I want to," he finally answered. In a way, this
was better than Heero being truly restrained. He was giving in
Heero moaned, and Duo almost drooled. He moved down Heero's body, and
ran his fingertips lightly over the smooth skin. Heero's body was
incredible, and now it was his to play with. Without asking for
permission, Duo pulled down on the spandex shorts, exposing Heero's
arousal with no warning. The hard flesh sprang free, and Duo admired
it as he pulled the shorts all the way off. Heero was large and thick
and wet with need.
"Mmm," Duo observed, and couldn't help a quick stroke, rubbing his
thumb across the tip. "Spread those legs," he snapped, eager to get
on with it. Niceties could wait.
Heero hesitated only a moment, then did as Duo ordered. The other boy
was breathing hard, flushed, but his arousal showed no signs of
flagging. "Touch me again," he whined.
Duo scowled, and delivered a quick slap to the inside of Heero's
thigh. "Greedy. You will not ask. You will only take what I give
"S-sorry," Heero whispered, eyes wide. Duo could tell he was deep
into the role already.
Duo stroked him again after a moment. "Good boys get rewarded," he
told him a little breathlessly. "Good boys get to come. You can
control yourself, can't you, Heero?' he asked conversationally.
"Yes," Heero nodded eagerly. Duo could see he was trembling.
"Good," Duo nodded approvingly. "Do you want to be fucked, Heero?" He
wanted to fuck Heero badly. He hoped *he* could control himself.
"P-please," Heero answered, nodding quickly. "Want you, Duo."
Duo almost moaned out loud at that, the way Heero said his name. He
hoped this wasn't a one time thing. He had to push that thought out
of his mind, though. First things first. "Have you ever been fucked
before?" he asked.
"No," admitted Heero, looking down.
Oh. A virgin. Fuck. Duo licked his lips and said, "Well. I'm gonna
make sure you like it, baby," he assured him hoarsely.
Heero nodded trustingly, and Duo said, "Don't move. I'll be right
back." He scrambled to his feet and went to the kitchen. He found
some olive oil that would do, and then he began to shed his clothes.
By the time he got back to Heero, he was naked.
Heero looked up at him a little wide-eyed. Duo smirked. He knew he
wasn't that big, but compared to his slender form the effect would be
impressive. Especially someone who had never been in this situation
before. He dropped to his knees in front of Heero. He was a little
disgusted with himself as he realized his hands were trembling as he
opened the oil. Get a grip, Duo. It was only sex. You've done this a
hundred times before. But he knew this was different. Since he'd met
the other pilot he hadn't been able to get him out of his mind. Maybe
this would allow him to get Heero out of his system. Yeah right.
Duo considered. Heero was a virgin, but he was well used to pain. The
boy had set his own broken leg, for god's sake. If he was careful, he
could skip prep. Besides, they were playing, right? Domination's the
name of the game... if he chose not to prep Heero, it was up to him.
Heero would have to take it. He moaned a little under his breath at
that thought. He slicked oil onto his cock liberally.
Heero watched him intently. Duo knew how smart he was. He had to know
how things worked at least. Time to stop thinking and start acting.
He leaned down into position and said, "Spread those legs wide and
Heero nodded and complied, keeping his arms just where he'd been told
to put them, tangled in his own shirt, and he looked up at Duo almost
trustingly. Duo took a shuddering breath and pressed the head of his
cock at Heero's virgin entrance. He locked eyes with Heero, and
since words seemed superfluous now, he began to push in.
Twin moans broke from the young pilots.
"Fuck, Heero... you okay?"
"Feels... god, Duo, give me more..."
Duo wasn't one to refuse a request like that, and he gave Heero what
he wanted. He pulled back a little and thrust back in, harder, and
Heero gasped. He did it again, changing the angle a little, and this
time Heero *howled*. Duo grinned.
"Oh god, I didn't know it would feel like that," Heero moaned.
Duo grinned. Leave it to Heero to know all about the anatomic
details, but not their intensity. He could have commented, but he
decided to direct his energies toward something more rewarding. Like
pounding Heero with increasing speed and force.
Soon both boys were gasping for air, words abandoned for the sake of
breathing in the face of such ecstasy. Heero, true to his word though
it had to be difficult, held back. Duo almost forgot that Heero was
waiting for permission to come; then he realized, and reached down to
add more stimulation in the form of his hand on Heero's cock.
"Duo!" Heero found his voice as his eyes went wide. "I can't..."
This was the moment Duo loved; Heero was staying his own climax on
Duo's word alone, waiting for permission, his pleasure at Duo's
mercy. "Come," he growled, his own voice almost unrecognizable to him
as he stroked and thrust.
Heero didn't bother to respond, just jerked, eyes rolling back in his
head so only the whites showed as he pulsed out his seed between
their straining young bodies.
Duo would never have admitted it, but he couldn't have held out a
moment longer after seeing Heero writhe in ecstasy from his touch. It
was all over as he let loose, pumping Heero full of his desire as he
made a strangled cry that might have been his new lover's name.
Once the pants and cries had died down, there was no sound in the
dingy cabin save the crackling of the fire. Duo's arm muscles were
about to give out and he quickly rolled off Heero and collapsed next
to him, wincing as his cock slid out of Heero. A quick look revealed
no blood and he relaxed a little. He reached up to release Heero's
arms from their makeshift restraint.
Then he turned to look at Heero, and saw intense blue eyes regarding
"You okay?" Duo's infamous loquacity seemed to have escaped him.
Heero only nodded.
"You sure, man? I tried to go slow, but fuck you're tight and..."
Heero leaned over and silenced him with a kiss, their first of the
But not their last.