Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ A Night In a Warehouse ❯ Chapter 1

A Night In A Warehouse

Warnings: yaoi, pwp, bondage

Disclaimers: Gundam Wing characters belong to Mixx Entertainment, Koichi Tokita, the SOTSU Agency, Sunrise, Kodansha and anyone I may have forgotten, not to me. I make no money off of this.

Heero keystrokes echoed eerily in the small, empty warehouse. It was the only secure shelter they'd been able to find in the quiet town, but it seemed too open for his taste. Apparently Duo felt the same way since he'd joined Heero in the dark corner, their blankets, pillows and laptop giving the expansive floor some boundaries.

Heero read over the screen one more time to make sure he'd read it correctly, and a miniscule smirk graced his lips for just a second before vanishing again. All alone in their safehouse and the other pilots wouldn't be coming around any time soon, they were guaranteed absolute privacy for at least one night. Heero glanced at his roommate, amazed that the braided pilot could be so absorbed in a manga volume that he'd actually been quiet for the better part of the afternoon. Perfect.

"Duo?"

Surprised that Heero had actually spoken, Duo looked up from his comic book. Stretched out as he was on his blanket, he had to crane his neck to meet Heero's eyes. "Yeah?"

Still sitting cross-legged, he Japanese boy turned, picking up a long strap of indeterminate material that lay next to his laptop. "I need to test this out, and since you're the only one here, you'll have to do."

Duo favored him with a cynical smirk. "Thanks for the flattery," he quipped. "What is it?"

"Your friend Howard gave it to me," Heero started to explain, his face perfectly expressionless. "It's a five-foot long strip of flexible polymer with three strands of gundanium running through it."

"Yeah, that's sounds like something Howard would make," Duo commented, curiously running the black strap through his fingers. "Nice color. But what do you need me for?"

"I need to make sure it won't break, under even sizable pressure." Heero said it as tonelessly as he could, and he held one end tightly while allowing the rest to pool on the floor. "Put your hands out."

Wary of what Heero might try to get him to exert "sizable pressure," Duo obeyed anyway, sitting up, holding his hands out and crossing his wrists.

Heero proceeded to loop the strap around and over Duo's wrists, binding them securely together before tying a single knot behind Duo's hands, so there was no way he could reach back and undo it. The American's skin warmed as he touched it, nearly making him tremble in anticipation. The braided pilot had no idea what he had planned, and Heero didn't want him to find out until it was too late. He forced the spark out of his eyes and finished tying his companion up. Seven inches of unused material dangled from Duo's hands. "All right," Heero said, "try to pull it apart."

Duo chuckled at the lightweight material, thinking that there was no way such thin fabric would hold him. Expecting it to give easily, he tried to jerk his hands back. He frowned when the strap didn't even stretch. Violently pulling now, he put his hands on the floor, set his knee over his wrists, and tried to pull up.

"Ow!" he gasped when the strap started cut into his skin. He raised the knot to his teeth and tried to tug it loose that way, but the strange polymer couldn't be cut into or yanked loose.

"Can you get free?" Heero asked as he struggled.

"Can I have a knife?" Duo grimaced.

"You can't cut the gundanium in there," Heero pointed out.

"Damn it!" Duo gave it one last pull, then sighed and held his hands out again. "Nope, these things are too strong."

Heero tilted his head slightly. "Maybe not. You really can't put your weight into it when you're sitting. Get up."

Even more worried now than before, Duo had to gather his legs beneath him and push up, wobbling unsteadily as he stood. Heero grabbed the dangling end of the strap and led him across the room to a broken pipe jutting out at a forty-five degree angle from the wall. He turned Duo so that his back was to the wall and forced his arms up over his head, holding him up a few inches so he could slide his wrists down the pipe until gravity had him trapped.

"Now try," he ordered.

Duo hoped the warmth in his cheeks didn't mean he was blushing. Bound, in front of Heero, who happened to be looking up and down his body with something far different than a mission in mind...he struggled to get his mind back to the task at hand. He yanked down, hoping he didn't bring the pipe down on top of him. The metal was embedded deep in the concrete wall, though, and his movements wouldn't make the pipe even creak. His last hope, he jumped up and used his weight against both the pipe and the strap. Nothing budged.

"You can't get free?"

Somehow Duo managed to look comfortable even after hearing the strange tone in Heero's voice. He shook his head with a rueful grin. "Looks like Howard made something that can hold even me."

Heero's thoughts whirled around in his head. It wasn't too late, he could still pretend this was just business and help Duo up and off the pipe. If he went through with this, Duo could end up hating him and Heero might hate himself for the rest of his life.

But if I don't do this, I will hate myself for the rest of my life, he told himself. He looked back at Duo, who stared at him in a mixture of confusion and concern.

"Can you even struggle much?" Heero asked.

Duo shook his head.

"So...no matter happens to you now, you couldn't stop it..."

It wasn't a question, and Duo knew it. His eyes widened more in shock than fright, and he pressed himself back against the wall. "Heero..."

Heero reached one hand out and softly caressed Duo's cheek, running his fingers into the top of the braid. "Absolutely vulnerable," he whispered, as if he couldn't believe it.

Duo let his head fall slightly to the side as he was touched, inviting Heero to continue. Heero placed his other hand on Duo's right cheek and held him still while he bent a few inches, bestowing a feathery kiss over his lips. Duo moaned as he kissed back and tried to push his body against Heero's, but he couldn't move forward farther than an inch or two.

"Untie me," he whispered when he could.

Heero didn't smile, but his eyes lit up in anticipation. "Not until I want to," he replied. He put his hands on Duo's, slowly trailing them down his arms and sides and enjoying how Duo squirmed ineffectually. Heero reached behind Duo and undid his braid, pulling it apart with his fingers so that it flowed freely behind his back.

Once he did that, he undid the first button on Duo's shirt.

Duo gasped in startled delight as Heero made short work of the rest of his shirt, pulling it open and letting it hang wide. The Japanese pilot amused himself for awhile just stroking the bared skin, rubbing beneath Duo's exposed ribs and firmly putting his hands against Duo's sides, pleased that they fit perfectly in his grip. He leaned closer and slid his fingers up along Duo's spine, and he almost smiled as Duo instinctively tried to bring his arms down. Instead, his useless hands merely wriggled above the pipe and made his hips swing about provocatively.

"Stop fighting," Heero said. "You're helpless." A defiant light sparked in Duo's eyes, and he tried to prove Heero wrong by resuming his struggles. Deciding that he preferred Duo to stand still, Heero tore a strip from his tank top and covered Duo's eyes, knotting it behind his head.

"Heero!" Duo complained, thrashing his head back as he tried to rub it off against his arm. To his frustration, Heero just pulled it back down when it rose too high. "Come on, take it off!"

"Maybe I should gag you instead?" Heero warned him.

"Maybe you should hurry up with my pants, instead of teasing me to death!"

Heero smirked and eagerly complied, dropping to his knees and undoing Duo's pants. With a smile, he noted that Duo didn't wear anything beneath those pants. But then, the pants were tight enough as they were. Once those were out of the way, he put his hands on Duo's knees and spread his legs a bit, placing tiny butterfly kisses along Duo's thighs.

All Duo felt in his forced darkness were tickling touches to the sensitive skin, but a moment later, something hot and wet and slippery trailed around the skin behind one of his knees before dragging up to between his legs. Soft, wonderful heat surrounded him, bringing a range of sensations he'd never imagined before. His legs felt weak, but Heero put his hands on Duo's side and held him up while he worked.

The warehouse was silent save for Duo's little whimpers and groans. Cold concrete pressed against his rear but he hardly felt it, drowning in the unbelievable pleasure coming from Heero. His head drooped forward onto his chest and he bit his lip, trying hard to keep from yelling. It was no use. Just as Heero finished him off, a broken cry rose up and out of him, leaving him breathless and unable to stand on his own.

Supporting Duo in his arms, Heero helped slide him off of the pipe and cradled him in his arms, carrying him back to the blankets. As he removed the blindfold, though, Duo looked up at him with a puzzled look on his face.

"Heero...?"

"Yes, Duo?" Heero replied, wondering if Duo regretted what just happened.

"Don't...don't you need to...I'm mean...don't you want to...?" Duo managed to blush as he asked.

Heero nodded once. "I...didn't think I'd get this far. I didn't want to force it on you."

"Silly Heero," Duo grinned, laying his head back on the pillows. "You're supposed to force it 'in' me." Heero blinked at how willing Duo had become. Still bound, Duo raised his arms over his head and onto the pillow. "Go ahead, Heero."

"Duo...?"

The braided pilot chuckled at the startled note in Heero's voice. So this is what it takes to surprise the Perfect Soldier. "It's all right, Heero. I wish you had said something before, but now that we're this far, we should finish things up. I mean, I sure want you to enjoy this as much as I have, just use the cream in my bag, and be--"

Heero suddenly forced his mouth on Duo's, silencing him with a kiss. When he drew back, he stared into Duo's eyes with a minuscule smile. "You talk too much," he growled affectionately.

"Be gentle with me," Duo whispered.

"Duo, you're one of the most durable people I've ever met," Heero stated, but he nodded anyway. He reached into Duo's duffel bag and pulled out the small tube of indiscriminate cream, eyeing Duo as if to ask "and why do you have this in there?" Liberally applying it both to himself and on Duo's hind end, he tossed the tube back into Duo's bag and took a deep breath. Leaning possessively over the American, he pushed his spandex out of the way before sliding one arm beneath Duo and lifting his hips up to a more accommodating position. "Tell me if this hurts."

Duo only wrapped his legs around Heero's waist to pull himself closer. Afraid of hurting his companion, Heero slowly started to push himself in. Duo couldn't hold his whimper in, but he only tightened his legs when he felt Heero try to pull back. "It's all right," he gasped. "Keep going..."

"But--"

"Heero, keep going."

Duo's voice allowed no argument, and Heero, torn between eagerness and reluctance, obediently continued. Duo involuntarily clenched his muscles, but after a few seconds he forced himself to relax and stay open. Every few seconds Heero pushed himself in, sheathing himself to the hilt and ramming up against something that made Duo cry out and arc back so that only his shoulders held him off the ground.

"More..." Duo whimpered in a ragged voice, tears starting to fall from his eyes.

Briefly wondering who was really controlling things, Heero drew back and thrust again, a bit more forcefully this time. Duo closed his eyes and smiled, which relieved Heero, but he shook his head at the slow rhythm Heero developed. "Faster."

"Duo--"

"Faster," Duo demanded. "Harder."

You asked for it, Heero thought, picking up speed and force until he was ramming himself against his lover. Duo's hands clawed at the pillow while his head tossed back and forth and strange little noises rose up out of him. Having a hard time himself, Heero found his body lowering closer and closer to the body beneath him until he was laying on top of him, still thrusting. The pressure of Heero's body drove Duo over the edge and he cried out again, bringing his hands down to tangle up in Heero's hair.

Two seconds later, Heero gasped and exploded, falling exhaustedly over Duo. Both of them were breathing hard, but Duo managed to gaze down at Heero, his head resting on his chest. The utter relaxation on Heero's face made him grin before something else brought a frown to his lips.

"Heero...hey, Heero," he mumbled.

"Hn?" Heero grunted, not bothering to lift his head.

"There any showers 'round here?"

Heero tilted his head just enough to spot Duo's eyes. "No...only staying here...one night..."

Duo groaned loudly. "But...I don't wanna go to sleep while I'm covered in--hey, it's raining! Get up, Heero. Heero, get up!"

Amazed that Duo could have more energy to spend, Heero grudgingly backed away and rose to his feet, following Duo as he dragged him out. He shivered once as the rain hit him, but he stopped feeling that while he watched the raindrops flow down Duo's body and hair.

"Your hair needs to be brushed," he noticed.

Duo shrugged. "After I *yawn* sleep. Here, untie me," he said, holding his hands out.

Heero smirked, took his hands, and instead drew them around his head so that Duo was holding onto him like a human necklace. "Maybe later," he whispered, folding Duo up in his arms and stealing another kiss.

The End