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Duo looked up from Deathscythe's control panel to see Heero climbing into Wing Zero's cockpit. Duo watched Heero's spandex-clad, muscled ass wistfully. Damn, he thought, what a body. Duo whistled under his breath as Heero bent over to pick up a tool, stretching the spandex even tighter.
Though Duo thought he had whistled quietly, Heero's head snapped around to stare at the braided pilot. Duo smiled innocently, then pretended to get back to work. Soon, however, his violet eyes couldn't help straying back to the Perfect Soldier's tight body. Duo soon lost himself in one of his favorite fantasies: he was sleeping, and he woke up to see Heero bending over him, naked and sweaty... With a start, Duo realized that the cobalt-eyed pilot was indeed leaning over him, and did indeed appear to be unclothed... at least from the waist up. Duo's eyes widened and he forgot how to speak as Heero stared at him from a foot away. Heero had apparently snuck up on Duo when he had been lost in Fantasyland. Duo couldn't ever remember seeing Heero without a shirt on, except in his dreams, but here he was, topless. And sweaty, Duo realized with a gulp. And staring at him, almost smirking.
"H-Heero?" managed Duo. "What's up?"
Heero leaned in closer, pinning Duo to his seat with his cobalt gaze. "Duo, I need..."
Duo gulped, mouth suddenly dry, "What, Heero?"
"I need to borrow that wrench." Heero grabbed the tool and disappeared back to his Gundam.
Duo was left panting and speechless, an uncommon occurrence. If he didn't know better, he would have thought Heero was... teasing him? No, couldn't be. Duo watched as Heero climbed back up to his Gundam, wearing only his spandex. Shit. Now he was hard, and he really wasn't going to get anything done!
After a few more minutes of half-hearted tinkering, Duo decided he couldn't stand it any more. Every time he looked over at Wing Zero, Heero seemed to be in a more provocative pose. Duo looked once again, and felt himself harden even more as he saw Heero's current position. This time, the Japanese pilot was sitting in the chair, legs spread wide, and he was reaching up to adjust a readout on the ceiling. His tight muscles bunched and strained as he reached up over his head. Duo pounded his head against the wall. Why was Heero doing this to him? Well, Duo thought, two can play this game.
Duo slithered quietly out of the cockpit and eased his way out of the hangar. He retrieved two cold bottles of soda and managed to climb up to Wing Zero's cockpit without making a noise. Resisting the urge to stop at eye level with Heero's crotch, Duo climbed all the way in, then pressed one of the icy bottles against Heero's wonderful abs.
Simultaneously, he called out in a lilting voice, "Heeeero! Wanna drink?"
Duo was rewarded by Heero jumping about two feet in the air and hitting his head hard on the roof. Duo couldn't repress a snicker, though he knew it would cost him dearly.
"DUO! OMAE O KOROSU!" Heero bellowed loud enough to wake the dead. "What the fuck are you doing?"
Duo was amazed. He had never heard Heero curse before. He adopted his best innocent look and said sweetly, "I just wondered if you were thirsty, Heero. Even Perfect Soldiers need to... drink," Duo finished, looking up at Heero and batting his eyelashes.
Without waiting for an answer, Duo twisted open one of the bottles, wrapped his mouth around it, and drank deeply. When he finished, he ran his tongue around the opening, then around his lips, and said, "Mmmmmmm."
Heero just stared. Duo continued, "Man, it's hot today, huh?" With that, Duo unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, then ran the bottle over his neck and chest to transfer the condensation to his skin. Duo did all this while maintaining direct eye contact with the cobalt-eyed boy.
Then Heero spoke up. "That just shows you, Duo," Heero began, "That you talk too much. If you spent more time observing and less time talking, you would have noticed," Heero reached behind him, "That I already have something that will quench my thirst more efficiently. Water," Heero finished by dumping the contents squarely on Duo's head, "Ice water."
Duo gasped and sputtered, as much in disbelief at what had just happened as from shock at the icy water. "ASSHOLE!" Duo screamed, and launched himself at Heero.
Heero allowed himself a smirk before preparing himself for the braided baka's attack.
Duo grabbed a handful of ice from the floor and attempted to assault Heero with it. In the absence of a shirt, the only target was the ever-present spandex. Duo got a firm grasp on the waistband with one hand, and shoved the ice downwards with the other, a small portion of his mind noting with interest that Heero didn't wear underwear.
Heero growled at the icy intrusion and Duo felt himself lifted and pinned to the wall of the small cockpit. Heero pinned him effortlessly with one hand as Duo struggled fruitlessly. Heero easily ripped away Duo's wet shirt, and as his stunned mind registered that one of his favorite wet dreams started this way, Heero reached into his pants, retrieved several large cubes, and deposited them firmly down the waistband of Duo's loose pants. What Heero unfortunately didn't count on was that Duo DID wear underwear, and these provided at least a bit of insulation from the ice. For a moment, at least, until his considerable body heat began to melt the ice. Duo started to struggle to reach his pants, but Heero smirked and pinned both Duo's hands with his free one. Duo made a mental note never to pick a real fight with this pilot of steel.
After a few moments, Heero released the dripping Duo and let him slump onto the floor. Duo immediately ripped open his pants, popping the buttons, and tried to remove the ice. It was, however, too late, as all the ice had melted into a considerable wet spot on the front of his pants. In consolation, however, Duo noticed that Heero had a matching wet spot that was even more noticeable on the spandex.
The two pilots eyed each other. Duo, gasping for breath, sat on the floor, hair dripping, shirt gone and pants undone. Heero sat on the pilot's chair, looking none the worse for wear, except for the wet spot.
Then, Duo spied a leftover piece of ice near his hand. Against his better judgment, but not able to help himself at this point, he grabbed the ice and smoothly launched himself at Heero again. This time he reached for the back of Heero, aiming to put the ice down the back of Heero's spandex. Unfortunately, Heero anticipated the assault and stopped Duo by pinning his arms to his sides.
Simultaneously, both pilots realized the position their maneuvers had put them in. Duo half-crouched between Heero's spread legs, the two boys pressed tightly together from crotch to chest, their faces mere inches apart. Violet eyes stared into cobalt, and time stood still.
Suddenly, Heero released Duo's arms and grabbed Duo by his hair, wrenching the other boy the rest of the distance to his mouth. Heero crushed his lips to Duo's, forcing his lips apart with a savage thrust of his tongue. Heero kissed hard enough to bruise, and didn't stop until Duo was gasping for air.
Heero could read the question in the braided boy's eyes. "Because I've had enough of your damn cockteasing," Heero growled and lifted Duo until he was straddling his lap. Then he roughly claimed Duo's mouth again, exploring mercilessly with his tongue. Heero transferred his hands to Duo's ass, pulling him even closer and grinding his erection into Duo's.
Yes, there were definitely two erections there, Duo realized as he came to his senses. The shock of being ravished by Heero had rendered him temporarily catatonic, but it was wearing off quickly.
"Oh, I'm *not* a cockteaser, Heero," Duo purred. "I always follow through." With that, he rocked his hips against Heero's and delivered a savage kiss of his own. Duo ran his hands over every part of Heero he could reach as their tongues sparred. When his fingers found Heero's nipples and started to play with them, Heero was the one to gasp, breaking the kiss.
Heero growled again and reached down, taking hold of Duo's opened pants. He tensed his muscles and pulled as hard as he could. Heero was rewarded by the sound of fabric ripping, and Duo's pants and boxers fell away completely. Now Duo was sitting completely naked in Heero's lap.
Heero smirked, taking in the vision straddling him. Duo looked even better unadorned. The fact that Duo's large, rock hard erection was staring him in the face didn't hurt either.
Duo gasped, turned on even more by Heero's show of strength. "Uh, Heero, if you'd wanted me to take my clothes off, you just had to ask," he said. Duo's voice wasn't as steady as his words, though, and he pressed his bare skin to Heero's. "The door is open, you know. If anyone comes into the hangar, they'll be able to see..."
Heero cut him off. "Fuck them. I don't care."
"I'd rather you fuck *me*, Heero," Duo whispered in his ear, turned on even further by Heero's urgency.
"I intend to," Heero promised, sending a thrill of anticipation down Duo's body.
"Undo your hair," ordered Heero. Duo complied, as Heero lifted him and removed his own spandex. Heero then kissed Duo again, every sensation magnified by the fact that they were both naked now. Their aching arousals rubbed together.
Duo gasped, "Oh god, Heero, do it! I want you inside me!"
Heero smirked and reached behind him. Duo gaped as he pulled out a small tube. Why does Heero keep lube in his Gundam? Then all thought flew out the window as Heero reached under Duo and inserted a lubricated finger.
"Oh, Heero, please just fuck me! I can't wait!" pleaded Duo.
"Are you sure?" Heero frowned. Duo nodded. "Ok then..."
Heero applied the gel to his arousal and lifted Duo, pausing when Duo was poised over him. Then he lowered the longhaired boy slowly onto his hardness. Duo started to moan when he first felt Heero enter him and he got louder with every rock hard inch. Duo clutched Heero's shoulders as he felt himself filled by Heero.
Finally, Heero was buried to the hilt. Duo nodded, beyond words. Heero held Duo's hips and began pump slowly. Duo leaned forward so Heero could move more freely. It also meant that Heero's length brushed against Duo's magic spot with every thrust.
"Oh. God. Heero. More. Oh. Yes," Duo said, punctuated by Heero's deep thrusts.
"Duo," breathed Heero, surrounded by Duo and his hair. He was in heaven, fucking an angel. Knowing even he couldn't last much longer, he reached between them, stroking Duo's arousal while he pumped.
Duo lost it. Screaming Heero's name, he climaxed all over the two of them. Heero thrust once more into Duo's incredible tightness, before surrendering and pumping Duo full of his seed.
Unable or unwilling to move, they lay there for a minute, collapsed on each other. Then Duo raised his head, and looked around at the mess that Wing Zero's cockpit had become.
Duo smiled ruefully and began, "Heero, I-- " but was effectively silenced by
Heero's mouth on his. Oh well, Duo decided not to tell Heero he had heard the
hangar door open and close earlier.