Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Confession ❯ "No Oral Sex in the Living Room" ( Chapter 2 )

Yeah same warnings etc from part one except the one about a church…this one has a club warning so…rawr! Okay…Heero in leather pants…and yeah drunk Quatre. Hm.

Disclaimer: guess what, since part one, I have still not acquired GW. So these characters and all that crap still aren't mine. Sorry. If they were, GW would be a much more interesting series….in the way of relationships that is. Oh, and it would be banned from Cartoon Network for too high a rating.

Rating: NC-17…YAOI…once again…YAOI YAOI YAOI YAOI

"No Oral Sex in the Living Room"

They wandered into the headquarters, being quiet, and sneaking into the living room. Duo had barely checked to make sure the coast was clear, when Heero had pushed him down on the couch and started removing his clothes. He slowly unbuttoned Duo's shirt slipping his head underneath the fabric and kissing his chest. Duo moaned quietly as Heero completed unbuttoning his shirt, and was now unzipping his pants. Duo ran his hands through Heero's hair as Heero tugged at Duo's black silk boxers.

"Oh Heero…" he said out loud. Duo said louder as a door creaked open on its hinges.

"Duo? Heero? Is that you guys?" came Quatre's voice from the adjoining room.

"What are you talking about Quat?" came Trowa's voice muffled from the same room.

"I thought I heard someone come in a few minutes ago, but no one came in here, and I know Duo and Heero would…just thought it was odd. I think I'll go check."

Heero stopped licking mid way down Duo's chest and almost choked as Quatre opened the door the rest of the way. He looked into Duo's eyes in sheer horror and the two of them sat bolt upright, Duo pulling his boxers back up and zipping his pants, frantically trying to button up at least part of his shirt. Heero knew there was no saving his now ripped tank top so he picked it up and fanned himself, feigning being over heated. The sweat droplets on his body, from the foreplay with Duo would back up his story. Quatre switched on a light as Duo got at least a few of his button's done, and followed suit with Heero, fanning himself.

"Oh, so you guys were in here!" Quatre said in a cheery voice.

"Y…Yeah Q-man," Duo said panting slightly, "we were just cooling off, it's really hot outside…"

"Mmhmm.." echoed Heero, "scorcher."

"Oh, no problem, we were just worried someone had broken in or something," Quatre replied smiling. He turned to leave and stopped suddenly, turning around, "Oh yeah! We're going out tonight, sort of celebrate since we finished our mission. Thought it might be nice to go to a club, we're leaving in an hour, so you two might want to get ready." He grinned and dashed into the other room before either could protest.

Duo groaned leaning back against the cushions as Heero released a deep sigh dropping his shirt next to him.

"That, was close…" he said looking over at Duo.

"Yeah…way to close…" he replied looking out of the corner of his eye at Heero.

"Mental note to never attempt oral sex in the living room."

"I agree." Duo replied standing up. "I'm going to go take a shower now, a nice cold shower, and get dressed…"

"Yeah, I'm going to go shower too…" he said looking at Duo. Duo smirked at him.

"Oh really?"

"I meant in the other shower…" Heero said snatching up his shirt and glaring at Duo. "You've got one sick mind Maxwell."

"Hey, I don't mind sharing," Duo said as he pressed up against Heero, "don't mind sharing at all…"

"Listen Maxwell…as much as I'd like to be all over your wet body…I don't think we'd be ready in that hour time limit…I'd rather lavish a bit more than a quick 30 or so minutes on you." He said as he ran a hand down Duo's spine resting on his lower back.

"Come on Heero," Duo urged.

"No, no…I'll be seeing you later." Heero said as he sauntered away into the shower. Duo looked after him rolling his eyes in sexual frustration. He wiped at his nose and realized a slow trickle of blood was seeping out.

"Damnit Heero…" Duo stalked off to take an icy shower and get ready.

After his shower he stepped out and retrieved a fluffy navy blue towel from the rack wrapping it around his waist. Duo then looked into the mirror and painstakingly braided his hair. He then shuffled into the bedroom he shared with Heero and noticed that the other occupant wasn't around. He tossed the towel off and threw it over the back of chair padding over to the dresser and fishing about for clothes. It didn't take him long to find an outfit. He was just walking out when Heero walked in his skin flushed a light pink color.

"You sure were in there awhile," Duo commented looking at Heero who was obviously gaping at Duo's choice of clothes.

"Yeah well, cold showers will only work so many times…" he said pushing past Duo to get into the room. Duo was just about to leave when Heero remarked, "by the way Duo those pants are just dying to be ripped off…"

Duo blushed and hurried down the hall into the living room where the others waited. He stopped by the bathroom to check his appearance. He'd chosen a pair of baggy black raver pants. He'd picked them up one time in some city along the way and cherished them for being one of the most comfortable pair of pants he owned. They had these reflective straps that were attached to the inside of the pockets that had clips on them to attach lower on his legs. He mentally noted that they could be mistaken for bondage pants, not that he minded Heero thinking the same thing. He paired those pants with a tight black collared shirt, the whole thing being trimmed in red. Slide on a pair of white adidas with red stripes and he was the desire of everyone from both genders.

Quatre and Trowa were passing the time as they usually did, making out on the couch as Wufei tried to pretend he was elsewhere, every once in awhile flinching in horror as he heard a sucking sound. Duo walked in and clapped his hands together once and said loudly, "So! Who's ready to get their groove on?"

"This is INJUSTICE! I can't believe I'm forced to go to this…despicable mating ritual known as `clubbing.' You people are sick." Wufei said disgustedly.

"Aw Duo! You look just precious!" Quatre said as he stood up and walked around the couch looking a little a more than flamboyant in a sequined pink button down shirt. Duo's eyebrow twitched as he attempted not to laugh.

"Nice shirt Q-man." He said trying to sound sincere, "Never seen that one before. Trowa…you like it too?"

"Yeah, yeah…whatever makes him happy is just fine with me." He said nonchalantly sitting up a little farther.

"Uh, Trowa…" Duo said with a cough. "You've uh, you've got some sequins in your hair."

"Oh…oh oops…" Trowa said blushing. Quatre rushed over to him, to help him extricate the offensive items.

"Maxwell, next time, please say that not in my hearing range," Wufei said shuddering.

Just then Heero came down the stairs.

"We ready to get this over with?" he said a little annoyed. Duo, hearing his voice, turned around and gawked at the leather clad Heero who was descending the staircase.

"Of course we are!" Quatre said with enthusiasm, "Let's get going!"

Wufei had volunteered to drive and quickly made his exit to the car with Trowa and Quatre closely behind him. Duo looked at Heero a little too stunned to move.

"Whoa," he breathed.

"What? Can't a man own leather pants?" Heero said with a devilish grin.

"Whoa," Duo repeated stepping closer to him, "I'm owning you at the club" he said slipping a hand inside the unbuttoned cobalt blue silk shirt leaning in towards Heero's neck reflexively wanting to taste the warm flesh. But Heero moved towards the door.

"When we get there Duo, when we get there. Have patience my friend," he said with a wink and Duo chased him out as they jumped into the waiting car.

The club was throbbing with the bass from the music as they arrived. Wufei wanted to park the car, but the others insisted on Valet, seeing as if Wufei was left alone, he probably wouldn't make it in. As he was dragged into the club amid a stream of how much "injustice" was involved in making him attend, he relented when he realized his attempts were futile. They claimed a table and ordered a round before Trowa and Quatre moved onto the dance floor. Duo was eyeing Heero and finally decided to make the first move.

"Heero, wanna dance?" he asked innocently enough.

"Nhhn…" he whined, "I can't dance very well."

"Not a problem," Duo said standing up and walking around the table and whispering into Heero's ear, "it's nothing but grinding up against each other, and I know you're good at that."

Heero reddened before accepting Duo's invitation onto the dance floor. Duo pulled him into the mass of people so that Heero couldn't feel like the other pilots were watching. Duo slid his arms up around Heero's neck and moved until their bodies were touching. Heero's hands instinctively moved down Duo's body and settled on his hips pulling them forward until they were touching his own. They stood still as Heero looked into Duo's eyes.

"What do I do now?" he asked.

"You move." Duo said starting to move slowly at first, grinding against Heero. Heero breathed in sharply and grabbed onto Duo harder and moved against him. "See, you're getting the hang of it." Duo said as he shifted in Heero's arms, turning around so that his back was against Heero's chest.

"You're in a very compromising position…" Heero said in a raspy voice.

"Not that I mind this," Duo said smiling. Heero's hands moved up hips and slid around to rest on his abdomen pulling him against him. Duo gasped as he could feel Heero's arousal rubbing up against him. Duo reached up around him and linked an arm around Heero's neck pulling his head down to rest on his shoulder. Heero's hands moved up and under Duo's shirt lifting it up as his hands slid higher and higher up the muscled torso.

"Hn…Heero!" Duo cried into his ear

"I know Duo, I know…but there's nothing we can do here…" Heero replied as he closed his eyes against the pressure in his groin. "Mmm…God Duo you're too good at this…" he breathed into Duo's ear as Duo's torturous grinding wouldn't cease. Heero kissed his neck and trailed the kisses up to his jaw line, flicking his tongue over Duo's ear. He was rewarded with a moan from the latter who was now turning around in his arms.

"Heero," Duo groaned as he lightly pulled Heero down for a kiss. Heero's hands were now teasing the waistline of Duo's already very low slung pants. Duo whimpered into Heero's mouth which only made the blue eyed pilot want to torture him more. Heero's hands roamed lower resting his hands on Duo's ass, making Duo intake a sharp breath as Heero's tongue slid into the braided boy's mouth. Their lips pressed together as their tongues twisted around each other's caressing and dancing together. They had completely forgotten to dance, as a new urgency took the place of rubbing up against each other.

Wufei sat at the table continuing on a rant of injustice as he began to search the crowded room for signs of the other pilots. Quatre was now on his third long island iced tea, and Trowa was attempting to halt his ordering of a bloody Mary. As for Duo and Heero, Wufei wasn't sure where they'd disappeared to. Although, part of him told himself that maybe he didn't want to know. After all, the look on Yuy's face as Maxwell had pulled him up from the table had been a little less then pure. He shuddered to think what they were up to. And that's when he caught site of two tangled bodies on the dance floor. Not even moving anymore. Just bodies pressed against each other with no room for light in between.

"That's…" he started, but couldn't bring himself to finish. He shook his head and ordered a few more shots. A scene like that needed to be thoroughly drowned in alcohol. Just then a new beat started to thump through the speakers, an almost Indian themed tune, and that's when Wufei heard a loud whoop of excitement. He didn't want to know where it was coming from, but he dragged his head off the table to see a shirtless blonde on a table top. After a few moments of shock, he realized the blonde was none other than Quatre. He stared in horror as Quatre spun his sequined pink shirt over his head moving seductively to the music. Suddenly instincts kicked in and he ran over to the table. Trowa was sitting in a chair there a little to stunned to move.

"Trowa! How could you let him do that!!?" Wufei shouted.

"I don't have any control over him, you know how he is when he drinks…there's no stopping him." He said completely sober. "I told him no, but he wouldn't listen to me."

"WUFEI!!!" Quatre shouted, "GET UP HERE WITH ME! THIS IS SO INVIGORATING!"

"I will do no such thing!" Wufei said backing away in case Quatre tried to pull him up there too.

"TROWA! COME ON! GET WITH THE PROGRAM!"

"Now Quatre," Trowa said trying to pull him down off the table, "Your pretty little blonde self needs to get down from there."

"B…B…But I'm having fun," Quatre said whining.

"I know you are, but people are staring."

"That's just cuz they're jealous, that I'm so cute!"

"That's right," Trowa said, hoping that if he agreed that Quatre would relent and go home. "You are just too cute to be here. So, we're going to take you home, where no one will try and take you away somewhere because they think you're cute."

"Oh…" said Quatre, "Will you tuck me in Trowa?" He said innocently.

"Of course…" Trowa replied scooping Quatre into his arms. He looked at Wufei who was rolling his eyes and tapping his foot impatiently.

"Could you go get Duo and Heero, Wufei?" Trowa asked, "I'm going to take Quatre out to get the car."

"B..B…But Maxwell, and Yuy were…w..were…" he shuddered, "making out on the dance floor."

"Bout damn time," said Trowa walking away.

"Injustice…" Wufei muttered under his breath walking into the swirling mass of bodies to retrieve his fellow pilots. He happened upon Duo and Heero who's shirts were now off and tucked into their pants. Duo was moving against Heero who's arms were wrapped around him in an almost possessive manner. Wufei took a moment to close his eyes and suppress his gag reflex before coughing to get their attention. However, his actions went unnoticed as the two were more focused on each other than the others around them. Wufei coughed a little louder, still trying to get their attention and still failing.

Finally he gave up and said loudly, "MAXWELL! YUY! WE'RE LEAVING! NOW!" The two took notice of him then and looked at him. "Don't look at me like that, we're going, now…come, on, let's just go…now." With that he turned away to let Duo and Heero untangle themselves.

"I think we scared Wufei," Heero said as he pulled on his wrinkled shirt.

"I think everything scares Wufei," Duo replied not even bothering to put his shirt back on. He grabbed Heero by the arm and pulled him through the crowd and towards the door. Wufei had the car waiting and was attempting not to look as the Heero climbed into the backseat, and Duo slid into the front. Whimpering noises were coming from next to Heero, which he tried to ignore. Wufei heard the same and turned up the radio trying to drown out the noises, shuddering.

When they got back to the base, Wufei bailed out of the car like it was on fire and ran for the house at full speed. Duo stepped out of the car just as Heero did. Duo smirked at him before dashing into the house, Heero close behind him. Trowa and Quatre remained in car, doing god knows what.

Duo walked straight up the stairs and into the bedroom tossing his shirt aside, just as Heero stalked in quietly spinning him around and pushing him against the wall.

"Whoa…you scared me there." Duo said letting out a breath.

"Sorry, bout that," Heero said, "Now, where were we?"

"Mmm, I think we were at the part where, you were whispering in my ear, all the things that you'd like to do to me."

"You mean like sliding you out of those pants and…" Heero started, but wasn't allowed to finish as Duo's mouth had closed over his.

"Actions, speak louder than words…" Duo said as he removed Heero's shirt letting it fall to the ground.

"I see, well then…less talk, and more action."

Before Duo could say another word, he had been stripped of his pants, leaving him in nothing but black silk boxers, once again. Heero pressed against him, Duo gasping, sliding his legs up around Heero's hips, twining his ankles together behind his back. Heero grabbed onto the brunette in his arms and carried him over to the bed, never breaking from their kiss. He lowered Duo onto the bed, and pinned his arms over his head. Heero was about to turn to get something when Duo grabbed his waistline and pulled him back down on top of him.

"Now…Heero…" he said panting, his desire evident through the thin boxers. Heero didn't say a word, simply complied by sliding the boxers off of Duo and tossing them over his shoulder. He started at Duo's neck and made his way down the braided boys torso, kissing, sucking, biting, making the latter moan. He paused and blew a line of warm air over Duo's abdomen making him shudder. Two hands came to tangle in Heero's already messy hair. Deciding not to torture his lover anymore, Heero took Duo's length into his mouth. Duo gasped as he was enveloped in the dark brunette's warm mouth.

"Hn…..," he breathed out as the latter went to work, pleasuring the stunning pilot of Deathscythe. The constant purring and whimpers only pushed Heero onward in his conquest. The incessant little moans emitting from Duo driving him insane with pleasure.

"Heero!" Duo moaned aloud, his hips coming off the bed, pushing him farther into his lover's warmth. He could feel his climax coming as he shuddered and felt heat flow through his entire body. The release was almost as incredible as the build, and Heero took in his essence without complaint, delighting in the half-open, starry eyes, that dreamily looked down on him. Duo fell back against the pillows panting.

"Heero…that…was…amazing…" he managed to sputter out between breaths. Heero crawled up next to Duo, resting his head on his chest. Instinctively Duo's hands tangled in the mop of dark locks. Heero kissed his neck, at which point Duo pulled him into an earth-shattering kiss. Tongues fighting for control, and finally ending when an exhausted Duo couldn't manage to breathe at the same time.

"Keep that up, and I'll be needing time alone, or a favor from you…" Heero said quietly, whispering into Duo's ear as he lavished attention on the smooth body in his arms.

"Hey, you're talking to the guy that went down on you in a confessional, you think there's anything I wouldn't do for you at this point?" Duo said with a conspiratorial smirk.

"I'm holding you to that."

"Hey, I'm holding you to the fact that I know that you can dance…and dirty dance for that matter…psh…Heero, I never knew you could do that."

"If nights on the dance floor always end like this," Heero said squeezing Duo against him, "then we can go out every night."

"How about if I told you that you didn't have to go out dancing to get this?"

"Then I'd say you had yourself a devout worshipper at the temple of Duo," Heero said with a wink. "By the way…what was that `Alter Boy' joke you were talking about?"

"Well….." Duo said, and Heero knew he was in for a treat.

**EPILOGUE**

Wufei wandered into Duo and Heero's room, and without thought pushed open the door.

"Can I borrow some toothpa….AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

"Knock much?" Heero muttered from underneath Duo.

"Wu-man, calm down," Duo said looking up.

Wufei stared in silence, with a nervous twitch occurring at the corner of his mouth. Behind him came a stumbling sound at which he turned around. Quatre was pulling Trowa towards the bedroom. Shuddering Wufei turned around covering his eyes.

"Nhhn…" he groaned," them too?!? Why must I be surrounded by homosexuals…"

"From the looks of it," Duo said motioning towards Wufei's nosebleed, "you enjoy it."

"You sick fuck Maxwell!" Wufei shouted.

"Actually, from what I heard," said Duo running a hand down Heero's chest pulling the sheet with it, "I'm a good fuck." He replied with a smirk leaving the sheet strategically placed a good ways below Heero's bellybutton.

"GAH!" Wufei shrieked, eyes wide, "I….I…I'm going to go….polish Nataku…"

"That's a masturbation….thing…word…I can't remember…" Duo said looking puzzled.

"Euphemism…" supplied Heero rolling over on his side biting at Duo's lean, muscled body.

"Yeah….a masturbation euphemism," Duo said with a sigh.

"It just means I'm cleaning my deadly weapon," Wufei said in a rather disgruntled tone.

Duo laughed, "deadly eh?"

Heero snickered pulling the covers up around him, "Well with all that pent up sexual frustration, he probably could kill someone."

Wufei glared, one hand over his nose."You two are disgusting…" he said stalking towards the bed with all intentions of jerking Duo up out of it.

"Now Wufei…if you pull off those covers you're going to see a lot more of me than you ever wanted to," he said smirking. Wufei stopped mid-stride and shuddered.

"Must…go…clean…gundam…" he said running out of the room. Duo laughed laying down into Heero's arms. Heero pulled him close to him.

"Now what were we discussing before he came in?" Heero asked running his tongue along Duo's collarbone.

"Mm….I think you were at the part where your hands were about here..." Duo said sliding Heero's hands until they rested on his hips, "and your mouth was here…" Duo said pulling Heero's mouth to his own. The perfect soldier took the initiative straddling Shinigami and decided to finish what he had started.

-The End

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