Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Death's in Charge ❯ Death's in Charge ( One-Shot )

Death's in Charge by Kaialicious

Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and the characters of Gundam Wing are not of my creation. I use the characters for the sole purpose of profit less entertainment.

Warning: This story contains obscene language and YAOI. It is not intended for under aged readers.

Author's Note: Here is the Duo as seme Heero as uke fic I talked about making. Do I think that it worked out the way that I wanted it to? Gosh no!

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Duo tested the leather in his hands and smirked. He let the brown strap fall against his thigh and approached his victim who was tied up on the bed. He tossed his chestnut colored braid over his shoulder and took in his handiwork.

He had trussed the Gundam pilot up in a schoolgirl's uniform -to the zero one pilot's disgust. The sailor like outfit belonged to Duo. It was one of his favorites. He enjoyed greeting Heero in it with his hair down. It drove the pilot crazy with lust.

The dark haired Heero had no say in what Duo chose for him to wear -not when Duo was the master. It was a role that the zero two pilot tried to play to perfection, and Heero enjoyed it, or else he would never have allowed Duo to repeat his actions a second, third, and now a fourth time.

Duo Maxwell liked being in charge. He liked pretending that he controlled Heero's mind and body. Deep down, he knew that Heero was just indulging him. In the end, Heero was always the sweetly aggressive seme.

Duo moved the strap over Heero's thigh, lifting the edge of Heero's black pleated skirt. He was naked underneath, his buttocks rosy from a previous spanking.

Duo had enjoyed pulling Heero over his knee. His lover's arousal had pressed into his thigh, and had throbbed in its silent plea to be appeased.

Duo untied Heero's wrists and ankles -making sure that he caressed Heero's arms and legs in the process. He slowly removed Heero's white, long sleeved shirt and black tie. Once he was done, he ordered Heero to roll on to his back and face him. Heero obeyed.

"Now get on your knees."

Heero complied.

Duo pulled Heero's hands behind his back and tied his wrists with the leather strap. He then sat before him, a leg on either side of the pilot.

He hooked a finger in the metal ring on the leather collar around Heero's throat and tugged. Heero jerked forward and fell face first into his lap. Duo grinned.

"You know what to do," he said. "Do it nicely and I'll give you a reward."

Heero's tongue flicked against Duo's shaft. Duo held Heero's bound wrists and groaned. Heero playfully caught the sensitive skin between his teeth and worried it. Duo gasped. Heero knew exactly what he was doing.

He licked along Duo's rigid tool and sucked the plump crown into his mouth.

"Oh, shit…"

He took Duo down his throat in one gulp.

Keep it together, Duo told himself. You're the seme. Don't let him win.

He clenched a fistful of Heero's hair and roughly pulled him off his cock. Heero was surprised at his actions.

"Turn around, slave."

Heero managed to keep his balance as he performed the task.

"Bend over."

He lowered his head on the pillow. His rear was delightfully bared to Duo. Duo kneaded the pert little globes, and then struck them with the flat of his hand.

Heero gasped.

Duo spanked him again.

Heero's face turned pink.

Duo knew how much Heero liked to be spanked. The zero one pilot had never admitted to it, but Duo could tell just by his reaction. Heero never tensed his buttocks. He was always relaxed and ready for each blow.

Duo decided that Heero was enjoying it a little too much. He halted and gripped the waistband of Heero's skirt. He pulled the Gundam pilot back against him, and felt his feverishly warm cheeks.

God, how he wanted to be inside of him, but no, not just yet.

He had to make Heero beg for it.

Duo lay down beside him and looked into his eyes. They were clouded with passion.

He locked his hands behind his head and studied his aroused slave. Heero looked at him in confusion.

Yes, Heero, he thought, wonder why I have stopped touching you.

He even closed his eyes for a few minutes, felt the bed shift as Heero waited restlessly for him to do something.

Duo opened one eye and looked at him. Heero was positively frenzied.

"Are you ready for me now, Heero?"

The dark haired pilot remained silent.

Duo smiled and said, "I'll take that as a yes."

He reached for the tube on the tableside. Heero's eyes widened in anticipation.

Duo smeared the slippery white lubrication over his fingers and returned to kneel behind his young lover.

He touched his fingertips to Heero's entrance. The coldness of the cream made Heero inhale sharply.

Duo chuckled and slid his finger around the bud before he stretched it open with its thickness.

A small, breathy sound escaped Heero's lips.

"Yes, Heero…it's overpowering isn't it?"

He kissed Heero all over his slender back, and continued to work his finger into Heero's taut chamber.

"Maxwell…" Heero moaned.

Duo licked his uke's spine. He added another finger to his tight channel. Heero buried his face in the pillow. Duo smiled. The zero one pilot's veneer was cracking.

Duo leaned over his back and brushed his lips over Heero's ear. "Do you want to feel something much better inside of you, Heero? Do you want something harder and longer giving you what you need?"

Heero panted labouredly. He struggled to keep his composure. Duo could feel him trembling beneath him.

"Maxwell," he said more forcefully.

Duo chuckled and said, "Come on, you can do better than that."

Heero gave him a heated glare. Duo grinded his hips into him to remind him of what he wanted.

"Do it, Maxwell," Heero ordered.

"Ah, ah, ah. You forget that I am in charge, uke. Do I have to punish you again?"

Heero kept his mouth shut.

Duo grinned at his complacency. "I want to get in there as much as you want me to, Heero. I just have to hear you say those magic words, baby."

Heero made a sound of disgust. He hated it when Duo called him by the sappily sweet name.

"The sooner you say the words, the sooner I'll be inside of you." Duo licked his ear.

"Maxwell…" his voice was strained.

"You want it, Heero."

"Maxwell…please…"

Duo wasted no time. He turned Heero over on to his back, gripped Heero's thighs in his hands, pushed them apart, up and back. The pleated skirt bunched around his waist.

"Maxwell…"

"I'm almost there, Heero. Tell me what you want."

"You," the zero one pilot said thickly.

"Where Heero?"

"Inside me…"

Duo smiled. "I like the sound of that."

He eased into Heero, filling him with his organ. Heero shuddered with pleasure. They were finally connected.

"Aah, uke…the angel of death is pleased," Duo whispered. "Very nice, Heero."

He was tight and moist from Duo's lubrication. Duo settled into him down to his base. Heero winced as his body stretched to accommodate him. Heero was not accustomed to being invaded, but he had found some pleasure in the act. Duo was used to being a submissive and he had made the experience more comfortable for Heero by not taking him too hard.

He started slow, giving Heero's soft, warm core gentle probes. Heero's insides were pulled with each motion. His sensitive walls were caressed by his solid member. Each plunge built an indefinable heat inside of him. Heero panted, desperately gasped for air. He felt the sticky emission of pre cum escape his cock head. The secretion trickled on to his stomach.

"You're drooling, Heero," Duo smirked, his face flushed from his calculated thrusts. His bangs were wilted from perspiration.

Heero wished that his arms were free. He would have shown the American what he thought of that little remark. His fingers were getting numb from having his weight over them, but the sensation took little precedence over what Heero was feeling below his waist.

He was full of Duo's length and he liked it, especially since Duo was making that one place -yes, right there -pulse.

Heero licked his lips. Another drop of cum dribbled from his cock. He could feel his sac tightening.

"Maxwell…" his name was all that he could mutter. To say anything else would ruin the moment.

Duo let Heero's legs drape over his shoulders. He reached for Heero's swollen, red cock and pumped his fist over him.

"You are mine, Heero. Mine to do with as I please."

Heero clenched his teeth as a current of heat raced through out his organs.

"Mine, Heero."

His cock jerked.

"Mine."

Cum splattered on to Duo's hand and Heero's stomach.

The quake took over his body. His inner muscles squeezed down on Duo.

Duo kept thrusting through his constricted sheath.

"Oh, God, Heero!" The longhaired pilot shuddered and buried himself deep. His heat exploded within Heero's depths.

Duo collapsed upon him, his braid falling against Heero's nipples. The softness of his thick braid added more stimulation to his already sensitive body.

The air filled with their ragged breathing. Duo caressed Heero's thighs and said, "That was… great Heero. We should definitely do this more often."

Heero thought of the pleasure that had claimed him. He had never considered that letting someone else be in control would have produced such wonderful sensations.

He decided to give Duo more opportunities to be in charge, but only in the bedroom. The last thing that he needed was having the American think that it was okay to order Heero around during battle.

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My Duo sucks at being seme. Maybe I should do research on domination or something. I don't know. : P