Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ All I Need ❯ One-Shot

Title: All I Need

Author: Alexis - mezzomonkey@earthlink.net

Pairing: 1x2

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: yaoi; lemon; PWP; TWT; Duo POV

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing; I do not own a single thing. I like yaoi, yes I do. So does Duo, this is true! You can read my story or you can not. If you want to flame me, you can go rot!

Note: I should be working on "Bai Tou Xie Lao", but this popped in my head and wouldn't go away. This is the first yaoi lemon I've ever written, and I'm sending it out un-betaed. That's probably a bad idea, but I wanted immediate reactions to see if it's any good (which it's probably not). Also, the thing Duo does with his braid, I got the idea from a romance novel called "Daniel's Bride" by Linda Lael Miller. (Yes I know; they were my first addiction before I discovered fanfiction and yaoi. I was like 12 when I first started reading them, and it's been 10 years!)

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I watch him from across the hangar as he finishes his repair work on his Gundam. He doesn't know that I've returned from my mission yet, and I intend to keep it that way for a short while. It's so very rare when I get to watch him like this; observing the way his muscles bunch and tighten while he removes an access panel or tightens a loose bolt.

I lick my lips as I see him get inside the cockpit, knowing that he is almost finished with his work, and that I can finally have his attention. I've been gone for 3 long days, and I've missed him so much. It seems that ever since we started our relationship, it's been harder and harder for me to stay away. I keep up the grinning jester act, just as he stays aloof; I think it's just the only way that we can cope with our deepening feelings in the middle of a war. I wouldn't trade it for the world though, it's the only thing that's keeping me going and wanting to live through this mess.

Finally I can't take it anymore and I scramble up Wing and enter the cockpit with a genuine smile on my face. "Hey there, Heero, did ya miss me?" I see the answering warmth in his cobalt blue eyes, and even if he never said it, I know he's glad I'm back.

I walk up to him, he's sitting in the pilot's chair, and I lean in to give him a kiss; it starts soft, just the merest brushing of lips, and then it deepens, becoming a thing of longing and passion made up of tongue and teeth and wet warmth. We finally break for air, and I put on a mischievous smirk, and straddle his lap.

He's wearing his spandex shorts, which I find so incredibly sexy, for the mere fact that he can't hide it from me when he's aroused. And let me tell you, he's very aroused right now. But first things first; I reach up and remove his green tank top, taking in the hard planes of his chest and abs.

I run my fingers along his skin, and he draws in a sharp breath at the contact, but doesn't move. He knows that I want to take this slow and reacquaint myself with his body. It doesn't matter if we're apart a day or a month, I just can't wrap my mind around the fact that I am his and he is mine. It is strange that through war, death and misery, I have been able to find my greatest joy; my love.

I dip my head and flick my tongue against his nipple, laving it delicately and then drawing it into my mouth to suckle hard. His back arches, bringing himself closer to me and I smile at the action. I trail kisses across his chest, never one to leave any part of his body feeling neglected. I take the hardened piece of flesh between my teeth and worry at it, just hard enough to make him want more.

His breathing is coming faster, and I slide off his lap onto the floor of Wing's cockpit, all the while trailing kisses along his abdomen on my way down. "Duo," he moans. I nuzzle his spandex-covered erection, drawing soft mewling noises from his throat. His hands have the armrests of the chair in a death grip; my lover knows me all too well. He knows that I'm nowhere near done with him yet.

Not able to deny myself or him any longer, I guide the spandex off and around his ankles, Heero just arching his body up from the chair enough to release the form-fitting fabric. His hard cock springs free from a nest of dark chocolate curls. The tip glistens with a drop of precum, and I am about to lick it off when inspiration hits.

I give him a truly devilish grin and reach behind me for my braid. He looks puzzled at first, and watches as I slowly wrap it around his hardened shaft, so that the only thing showing is the very tip of it. He loves my hair, and I can imagine what the feel of it wrapped around him must be doing to him. His eyes are shut and his breathing is more labored, but as soon as my tongue flicks out at the tip of him they open wide again. Now that I have his attention again, I ever so slowly start to unwrap his cock, treating it like the exquisite gift it is. As he is revealed to me bit by bit, I cover him with kisses, licks and soft nibbles.

"Oh God, Duo." His voice is harsh and raspy with passion, and he's turning me on so much, but I clamp down on it, because this is about him right now, not me. Finally when he is totally uncovered I take him full into my mouth, running my tongue along his shaft and suckling hard, while my hands play with his balls. My head bobs up and down, and he finally releases the arms of the chair, to bury his fingers in my hair. I smile around his erection, because I know that he's lost his control, and that he will cum soon.

I double my efforts, sucking harder and moving up and down the shaft faster until I feel his balls tighten in my hands and hot streams of cum are shooting into my mouth. I hear him calling my name, but I am too busy swallowing the evidence of his passion. I finally ease my mouth off of him, and lick my lips; I love the taste of him, this salty sweetness that is indescribably Heero.

He's looking down at me, this incredibly intense look in his deep blue eyes. His hands, which had dropped to his side after his orgasm, have come up to my face. They brush across the curve of my cheeks and draw my face to his, taking me in a long, lingering kiss. This is something that he likes, tasting himself on my tongue afterwards. It's something so incredibly intimate that only we can share.

After breaking the kiss slowly, I rest my head against his thigh, just taking the time to enjoy the moment. After a few minutes I cannot ignore my own arousal anymore, and I stand in front of Heero. I reach for the buttons of my priest's vestment, and start to strip slowly for my lover. I can feel his eyes devouring me as each inch of creamy skin is exposed. The shirt finally falls to the floor and I put my foot up next to him and unlace my boot and remove it, repeating the process with its mate. Then I finally take off my pants, shimmying out of them in my haste to feel his bare skin against mine.

He beckons me forward and I sit on his lap again, his reawakened arousal brushing against mine as he claims my mouth in a bruising kiss. I can feel his arm reaching out towards a storage compartment and I smile against his lips, knowing what he is after. After a rather frustrating time in Deathscythe, we both agreed to keep lube in our cockpits just in case.

He must have found it, because I feel a slick finger teasing my entrance and slowly slip in. I break off the kiss with a groan, tossing my head back. Heero is always one to take advantage of every opening, and he attacks my vulnerable throat with his tongue and teeth, and I know he'll leave a mark. I don't mind, and he really gets off on the idea that everyone can see that I am his.

While he's nibbling on my neck a second finger joins the first, making scissoring motions and reaching deeper inside me. They brush up against that special spot inside me, and I see white. The pleasure sparking through me is so intense; I let loose with a howl. I'm noisy and talkative all the time; of COURSE I'm going to be loud during sex. And let me tell you, Heero loves it! Every time we're making love, he does his best to make me scream as loud as I can.

At this point I'm moaning and slamming back against his fingers so he finally removes them and turns me around in his lap so my back is to his chest. He slowly guides his cock inside me, and I feel like I'm going to die from the pleasure. No matter what we do, no matter how much foreplay we have, nothing will ever match the feeling I get when he is inside me. It's just a sense of utter completion that nothing and no one else can give me.

Now we're moving, his hands are on my hips, and he's guiding me up and down his shaft, and the friction is amazing. I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and let out these low, keening moans, while his breath is getting faster and harsher with each stroke. He shifts his position slightly, and he's now brushing against my sweet spot, and I see the white sparks again. I'm screaming and I don't care; I know that I'm close.

He reaches around me with one hand and takes my cock in his hand and starts to pump it in time with his movement. He strokes once, twice, and then every muscle in my body is tightening, and I'm screaming his name, as jets of hot cum are spurting out of me and onto my chest.

He curses and then moans my name, and I can feel myself being filled with the liquid warmth of his orgasm. I lean my head back against his shoulder as we both come spiraling back down to earth, after being flung far past the stars. Both of our breathing starts to come back to normal, and I turn my head so that I'm nose to nose with him, looking deep into those cobalt eyes that encompass my whole world.

I brush my lips against his, just something sweet, no passion, only showing the depth of my feelings for him. My hand comes up almost of its own volition, and brushes against his cheek and then combs through his messy brown hair. "I love you," I whisper to him, and though those three small words cannot possibly describe the deep well of feelings I have for him, I know he understands.

His arms tighten around my waist, and his face is buried in my shoulder for a moment, before he looks back up at me. "Aishiteru, Duo. Zutto." I smile, and lean back once more, for that is all I truly need.

~*OWARI*~