Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Gundam Wing Total GS ❯ Gundam Wing Total GS ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: leejeeg

Gundam Wing-Total GS

by leejeeg

Disclaimers: I own no part of GW. It belongs part and Parcel to Bandai. No profit, no gain, I only seek to entertain.

A pwp (sorta)

pairing: the usual duo, er, Duo and Heero-you know what I mean.

Once again the braided pilot has come under the evil experimentation of oz-but with decidedly unusual results.

Originally the GS stood for gratuitous sex, but the powers that be demanded more. I'm keeping the title anyway, because I like it.

/4/

A fire blazed in the hearth, warming the entire first floor. Heero had showered and changed. He checked his laptop. There were no messages but it could be due to the storm. Wireless connections would not make it through. Either that or they really had no new assignments. When informed Duo quipped that perhaps the crazy doctors were out celebrating the new year. The idea of J wearing a party hat and tooting a blower nearly forced a laugh out of Heero.

Duo took his turn at showering and changing and then the pilots sat down to the dinner Duo had made. He had found a tablecloth and some plates and settings: he had even found a candle for the table. It was very, very, nice.

Heero took a tentative bite of the dish before him. His eyes widened in delight. “It's good,” he said failing to hide his surprise.

Duo smiled. “Thanks. But you don't have to sound that shocked.”

“I did not expect...... I mean, who knew you could cook?”

Duo gave a hearty laugh. “One of my better kept secrets. I have no desire to do all the cooking, ne?”

Heero nodded in understanding. The other pilots would take advantage. None of the others could cook this well. “Arigatou, Duo.”

The answering smile reached his eyes. “Do itashimashiite, Heero.”

Heero volunteered to wash the dishes since Duo cooked. Duo did not know what had come over the serious teen, but he wasn't about to question it.

Duo sat in front of the vid screen watching some New Year's Eve special. The fire was cozy and he felt safe and comfortable. He yawned hugely. Heero reentered the room, a smile threatening at the sight of Duo yawning and stretching like a kitten. Damn it, where are these thoughts coming from?

Duo looked up from the couch and smiled. “Hey buddy.”

“Duo, I need to check you for injuries.”

“Told ya, I'm fine.”

“It is procedure. I must monitor you.”

“Heh, you just wanna look at my hot bod,” Duo drawled. Heero colored. “Duo no baka!” he said, irritated.

Duo loved teasing the Perfect Soldier. Nobody else dared to talk to him that way. Wufei maintained that Duo had a death wish, but Duo wasn't worried. He knew how to read Heero. His scathing scowls could melt Gundanium and level whole cities, but they had no effect whatsoever on Duo Maxwell. Nah, right now the worst that could happen happened. Heero stalked off and did not reappear for about thirteen minutes, and when he did he had the med box in his hands.

Heero made Duo remove the comfortable, warm, gray sweatshirt that he found in a dresser drawer upstairs in the bedroom they shared. His skin rippled with goose flesh and Heero grunted out, “are you cold?” Even though the fire blazed in the hearth Duo seemed to be very sensitive to cold. Duo shook his head as another shiver made its way down his spine. He wasn't cold. It was probably just the physical contact, but it was not a good idea to let Heero in on that little factoid.

Heero's fingertips skated over his arms, raising more goose flesh as he went along. He probed and prodded. What surprised Duo was how gentle the so-called perfect soldier was being. When Heero's fingertips brushed against the flat planes of his abdomen, Duo could not help the giggle that escaped. Heero glared and Duo shrugged his shoulders. “Gomen Heero-I guess I'm ticklish there.”

Heero grunted and continued to probe his soft, smooth, skin. Duo continued to giggle on and off as Heero's fingertips brushed a knee or slid up his ribcage. Nice muscle tone, Heero mused. He pushed at Duo's side until the braided pilot got the hint and rolled onto his stomach. Heero's hands were warm and soothing as they glided slowly down his back. Skin as soft and creamy looking as Relena's.

Where had that thought come from. Heero looked down at Duo's prone form. He was mewling with what seemed like pleasure. Duo's garbled voice interrupted his thoughts. “Ne, Heero? What exactly are you looking for?”

Heero began to speak, found he had to clear his throat and started again. “Do you remember anything about your capture?”

“Well, two Oz goons used a stun gun on me. I couldn't move for a while. I think they drugged me, `cuz I really don't remember what happened-at least nothing before you came and rescued me. By the way-arigatou for that. Sorry I didn't say before.”

“Hn.” Heero was suddenly abashed by the pilot's gratitude and he had no clue as to the reason. “They must have done something to you, Duo. Are you certain you feel alright?”

“Aa. I feel fine-relaxed in fact. Nice massage.”

“Baka.”

“No-really. Your hands are very strong, yet you have a light touch.”

Heero sighed. He sat back for a moment wondering how he was going to say what he had to say next. “Duo drop your pants and underwear.”

“Naniiiiiiii?????”

“You heard me. I have to complete my assessment.”

Duo laughed. “No way, perfect soldier. I tolja a million times already-I'm fine.”

“But they could have injected you in a hemorrhoid-it is undetectable.”

Duo grimaced at the words. “That's disgusting!” Duo sat up and pulled the sweatshirt back on. “Look, the minute I start feeling weird-I'll let you know, `kay?”

A disconcerting thought entered Heero's head. “Duo-the doctors, they....uh, they didn't abuse you, did they?”

“Wha-no, no Heero. I was beaten a bit, but nothing like.......that.”

“Hn.” Frustrated with his stubbornness, Heero took the med kit and left the room.