Pairings: 1x2
Rating: NC-17!
Warnings: LEMON, PWP, Duo PoV, a little angst, maybe sap?
Spoilers: None
Notes: My first lemon! ::blushes furiously:: Be kind?
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Gundam Wing. If I did own Gundam Wing, this scene would be in the series. But then, if this scene was in the series, they would have NEVER shown it on CN, and I probably never would have discovered it in the first place. So I guess it's just as well.
I've been listening to Alliance transmissions since dawn, and I must say I like what I hear. They're running around in circles trying to organize recovery efforts at two different bases. Contradicting orders are flying pell-mell, and speculation is running wild. Half their commanders are refusing to loan any troops to the effort, in case they're next. Pure chaos, all thanks to yours truly.
Well, not *all*. Heero took out one of the bases. But attacking them both simultaneously was *my* idea, and it's working better than I ever dreamed. It's exhillarating; I parked Deathscythe over three hours ago and I'm *still* on an adrenaline rush, just listening to them.
I'm also horny as hell. Heero better get back here quick.
I'm sure a doctor could name all sorts of rational, psychological reasons why Heero and I screw. Stress relief, teenage hormones, need for human contact. The truth is much simpler than that. I made a pass at him because I thought he had a hot ass. He accepted for whatever reason. We've been happy little fuckbuddies ever since.
After a battle is always the best. Most of the time getting Heero into bed takes a little cajolng, but after a fight, unless he's hurt or *really* tired, he wants it as bad as I do. Maybe more. I already know how it will go. He'll be on me the moment he walks in, and if I'm not naked already he'll all but rip my clothes off me. I've actually lost a couple school uniforms that way. There'll be a kiss, hard, like he's trying to swallow me whole. I'll have maybe two seconds to get the lube on him, and then he'll pound my ass through the mattress. No prep.
Damn, just thinking about it has me ready to cum. I rub the swollen shaft tenting my pants, then squeeze hard, hissing at the agonizing pleasure. So damned good... I slide my hand inside the normally -loose slacks, groaning as I wrap it around the hard flesh. I keep the strokes slow, wanting this to last and limited by the ever-decreasing room. Ah well, if I want to keep these pants I should have them off when Heero gets here anyway.
It takes seconds for me to strip. I stretch out on the bed, snuggling into the mattress a bit, and then both hands begin to explore. Light, tickling touches down my sides, teasing strokes over my stomach, anything to build the anticipation just a little more. I scrape one nipple with a nail, then twist it hard, shouting hoarsely as the pain-pleasure floods me. It's too much... I need more, and my hand closes around my cock once again. The slow, firm strokes feel so good, and I'm close, so very close...
"Thinking about me?"
My eyes fly open in time to watch Heero pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside. There are fresh bruises all across his torso, and the stiff way he moves tells me he's hurt. I can smell sweat and blood, ozone and gunpowder. All the silent signs of a long, hard fight. But his slow prowl across the room and the hungry look in his eyes tell me what he wants, and it isn't a shower or sleep.
"Don't stop," he whispers, closing one hand over my now-still one. There's something different in his gaze, both unsettling and erotic. His hand guides mine into a long, slow stroke, and as it falls away I continue the motion. The look on his face intensifies, and he kneels between my legs, licking his lips as he watches the motion of my hand. I close my eyes with a groan. I can feel his eyes on me, hear the heavy rasping of his breath, and it's turning me on even more. My thumb strokes over the head, spreading the moisture there, and another moan falls from my lips.
The feel of his breath on my thigh is the only warning I have, and my hand tightens convulsively around my shaft as his mouth closes on my balls. Oh god... he's sucking on them, rolling them with his tongue, and I'm writhing, making sounds I can hardly recognize as human. I stroke faster, harder, and his hand closes over mine, forcing me back to a slow, torturous pace. My whole body tenses, held on the edge, and I keen. God, it's so good it hurts! Vaguely, I realize that I'm screaming now, begging him for release, offering anything, everything, if he'll just let me cum. I can *feel* his smile against my sac, I can't take anymore, and then one finger circles my entrance, teasingly light, before just the tip slides in and that's it oh God yes that's *it* ...
Sensation returns slowly, beginning with the warm, relaxed feeling that seems to suffuse my whole body. Gradually, I become aware of Heero's body stretched beside mine, his hot mouth painting my skin with moist kisses. The insistent pressure of his throbbing cock against my thigh. The slow, careful movement of his fingers inside me, spreading me open, making me ready for him.
"H... Heero?" My throat is dry, and the word takes effort. It takes even more effort to open my eyes, but when I do, I'm trapped, helpless, by the raw look in his eyes. This is something I've never seen in him before, and even as part of me is terrified by the emotions he's laid bare for me, I want more of it. More of *him*.
"I want you." His voice is low, husky, and goes straight to my core. I shiver at the sound, at the feel of his breath over my ear. I think I say yes, I know at least that I make some sound he takes for yes, because he moves over me, his fingers sliding out slowly to be replaced by something much bigger and so very much better.
Even now, he's unusually gentle. Sliding my hands over his shoulders, I can feel his tension, the small trembling of his muscles, but his thrusts are slow, smooth, tightly controlled. Sated as I am, his cock inside of me, his body against mine, feels good. Even better when his mouth covers mine for a slow, tantalizing kiss that still tastes of raging hunger. With a small moan I bury my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper, and a thrill of satisfaction goes through me when he growls in reply. But his pace never once quickens.
I don't know how long we move together like this; hours, even days might pass for all I know. At some point I realize I'm hardening once more, that my hands have released their grip on his hair to roam over his body. I'm aware of the line of lovebites he trails across my chest, throbbing in time with my pounding heart. My moans become whimpers, my movements more needy, and I have a moment to wonder at his self-control before he closes one hand around my shaft, stroking in the same slow, steady rhythm as his thrusts, driving all coherent thought from my mind.
Oh God... it's happening again, that burning need swelling inside me. This time Heero answers my cries, speeding his pace just a little, but it's enough to drive me insane, enough to make me scream, plead for more, more. And then he's pounding into me, hard, almost viscious, his voice blending with mine, and I want it. I want everything he can give me, everything he has, everything he is and for one brilliant instant I realize it will never be enough, that each taste of him will only feed the hunger, and then all I know is heat and light and the sound of his voice screaming my name, *mine*, as I shout his in return, clinging to his body as oblivion takes me once more...
When I next awaken I know hours have passed; the setting sun is painting the room in shades of red and gold. At some time while I slept Heero shifted beside me, and one arm is draped limply over my chest. It takes a bit of care to get out of bed without disturbing him, but the fact that I can do it at all tells me just how tired he is. The memory of why he's so tired, and of that undefineable, intense look he'd worn, makes me consider crawling back under the covers with him. But there's still repairs to do on Deathscythe, and I've neglected my buddy long enough.
What I see when I enter the hangar turns my blood cold. Wing is in bird mode, its haphazard position riding the fine line between landing and crash. I doubt it can transform at this point; I'm amazed it could fly at all. Scorch marks cover so much of the surface it looks more like my Gundam than Heero's. I don't know how Heero managed to bring it home. I don't know how he survived.
The thought that he almost didn't frightens me. My reaction to that thought frightens me even more.
"It was a tough fight."
I spin, for once speachless, staring at Heero, taking in every detail of him as though it's my last chance. Maybe it is. When did he get under my skin this way? When did his presence begin to mean so much to me? When did I-
I can't complete the thought, even as I move towards him, holding him for all I'm worth. His arms close around me, crushingly tight, but it feels good because it means he's *alive*. I'm trembling in his embrace, and his hands stroke my back slowly, offering reassurance, strength, peace. Offering... something more.
Offering something I don't know if I can accept yet.
I push back, take a deep breath, and smile. At this moment I hate that grin, but I can't keep it back, can't stop the careless words. "Understatement of the century, Yuy. That's one bitch of a job they did to Wing. You losing your touch or what?"
For a moment, his eyes hold a blend of understanding and pain, and then he snorts at me, moving away without comment. That simply, the old, familiar patterns fall into place., and on the surface we're the same two people we were the day before. But under that surface is something else, something that, once recognized, will not be denied or ignored for long.
I grab the things I need from the toolbox and walk towards Deathscythe, whistling.
~Owari~