Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Gundam Wing Total GS ❯ gundam Wing Total GS ( Chapter 5 )

[ 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.

/5/

What in all that's holy was that about? Duo's mind was reeling. The whole scenario was bizarre. At least he could console himself with the notion that Heero did show some concern for his well being. Ah, but that's not love, is it? Love. When did that word come into play? Duo was slowly but surely coming to grips with his feelings and he was afraid that love for Heero Yuy figured prominently. He hung his head in hopeless resignation.

Heero found Duo close to midnight watching the vid screen. There were televised celebrations all over earth and the colonies. It seemed that the war had been postponed to ring in the new year. Heero found that an odd concept. What did it matter-years rolling by? There was still a war on, people were still dying, destruction and poverty were widespread. What exactly was there to celebrate?

“Life, Heero. It's what you make it. Take the good times while you can.”

Duo's reply surprised him; he hadn't realized that he had voiced his opinion aloud. Then Duo was off the couch and pressing a glass filled with amber liquid into Heero's hand. Heero's eyebrow arched in question. “Brandy. I found it on the bookcase. Cheers, Heero.”

The vid screen suddenly erupted with noise. Duo turned to see and then turned back to Heero with a wide grin plastered on his heart-shaped face. Heero thought he looked adorable.Adorable? What the hell is wrong with me?

Duo took a sip of his drink and urged Heero to do the same. Heero chugged the contents of his glass in one gulp and grimaced when he shivered, Duo laughing at him. “Happy New Year, Heero, oh and happy birthday too.” Then he leaned forward and bussed Heero on the cheek. Heero did not know if it was the drink or maybe he was just tired, but that little peck touched a nerve that telegraphed straight to his groin. He stared wonderingly at Duo: his red lips, his incredibly blue eyes, the long, silky braid. These were but a few of Duo's features that pleased his eye. Duo was for lack of a better word, lovely. In a masculine sort of way.

Duo took a step backward, unsure of Heero's temperament. He hadn't meant to kiss him, it was a slip up he hoped he would not have to pay for with his teeth. But Heero was just staring at him with a look that was a blend of confusion, curiosity and.........desire?

Heero stood staring. He felt that something important had happened, was happening here. He felt his lips curve upward. He was smiling. And not the maniacal, my Gundam is going to stomp the shit out of you smile, either. Standing there, opposite Duo Maxwell, Heero recognized the fact that he was starting to break training. And it felt good. He stepped forward to close the half inch gap between them and kissed Duo full on the lips. Duo gasped against his mouth but swiftly acquiesced. When Heero broke away he thought, that felt damn good.

While Heero was warming up to the idea of kissing his partner, Duo was struggling with the physical results of that unexpected, but welcome, kiss. His body felt flushed, there was a heat in his groin and a strange feeling in his rear end that defied description. It was as if a switch in him had been flipped; all of a sudden he was terribly horny. Before he could think about it Heero wrapped his arms around Duo and ravaged his mouth with his own. Heero felt galvanized, he felt alive and more excited than he had ever been in his short life. Duo tasted so good, Heero wanted to devour him. His warmth, the firmness of his body pressed against him, the way he smelled, the little moans coming from his mouth-Heero found it all compelling and indescribably erotic. Not wasting any time, Heero lifted the braided boy and rushed him to the bed in their room. They tumbled on it, inextricably joined, passions mounting as they ripped the clothes from one another's bodies. Duo flipped them over and began to kiss, nip and lick his way down Heero's torso, relishing the deep groans emanating from the serious pilot. When Duo's lips nibbled the crown of his cock Heero thought he was going to pass out from the sensation. Then his mind catapulted into space when Duo's hot little mouth swallowed him. “Ahhh, Duo, Duo!” Heero's climax came much too soon. It had felt better than anything, though. Duo rolled off onto Heero's side and kissed him tenderly. “Duo,” he breathed. Duo was smiling at him. “Did you like that?”

Heero's eyes closed and he smiled in answer. Then he realized that his partner had not been satisfied yet. He pulled Duo down for another lingering kiss and then rolled on top of him. Duo ran his hands along Heero's biceps, loving his partner's strength. Heero suckled his nipples until they were red and nubbed. When he reached Duo's long, slender penis he nuzzled him, letting his tongue flick against Duo's balls in a teasing manner. He inhaled his partner's musky odor and felt himself begin to harden again. Heero marveled at the ability Duo had to arouse him.

Duo's head thrashed against the pillows. Heero's mouth was on him, hot and wet. He still couldn't believe it was happening; this had to be a dream-a great dream but all the same, it just couldn't be real. Could it? His explosive climax was his answer.

They slept, loosely entwined, Heero's features softened with slumber, Duo with a smile on his cute face. Eventually Heero stirred, needing to answer nature's call. He slipped from Duo's embrace careful not to wake him.

As Heero relieved himself, doubts began to assail him. Had he taken advantage of Duo? Duo had already been drinking when he found him earlier-had his decision-making capacity been diminished? He hoped with all his being that the answer was no. The thought of facing Shinigami's wrath was unappealing, to say the least. And what of his own feelings? What exactly was he feeling for Duo? Lust? Definitely, particularly now that he had gotten in touch with his inner horny teenager. But Heero suspected that his feelings encompassed more than just lust.

The thought of anyone harming Duo made his blood boil. He never hesitated to initiate a rescue when the hapless pilot was captured.

Duo appealed to him physically and had begun to bring Heero out of his antisocial shell, with his good humor and insistent friendship.

And Heero understood some things about Duo. He knew that the joker's mask served several purposes: to lull others into a false sense of him, thereby taking them by surprise when they underestimated him, and it hid his pain. Duo was a sensitive boy. He had grown up in abject poverty and everyone who ever tried to help him was dead. Down deep, Duo was terrified of love; he overcompensated by being overly friendly and flirtatious. Heero understood him well.

Heero's background wasn't much better. He was emotionless, hard and cold. He suppressed what he felt, at least he did until Duo came along. He looked down at his sleeping friend. They had opened a door that could not be closed again.

Duo shifted in the bed and yawned. He opened his eyes and searched for Heero. Heero was sitting beside him looking thoughtful. “Oi, Heero, what are you doing?”

“Watching you sleep, baka.”

Duo noticed how the insult no longer carried a sting. He sat up and leaned against the headboard. Heero watched him intently. Another disturbing thought had occurred to him: what if Duo slept with him because of something the scientists did-some sort of drug that robbed him of free will? “Are you okay, Duo?”

Duo cocked his head. “You keep asking me that. I'd rather you kissed me than nanny me.”

Heero's face registered surprise. “You-you mean you're okay with....before?”

Duo frowned. “Why wouldn't I be?”

“I wasn't sure. I.......I did not wish to take advantage of you.”

Duo nodded. “Oh. Don't worry, Heero. I.....” he blushed, “wanted what we did to happen.”

Heero moved closer. Duo was irresistible leaning back against the bed, cheeks flush with embarrassment. “I did not want to force you.”

“Did it feel like I was forced?”

“Iie. It felt like you wanted me.”

“I did-I do,” Duo said shyly. He reached out and stroked Heero's cheek. Heero took the hint and moved even closer wrapping the boy in his arms as they kissed. It took no time at all for the heat between them to rise. Heero pushed Duo down against the mattress, the other boy moaning with desire. Duo's body felt as if it was lit afire. Then there was the strange feeling in his behind again. He felt, wet down there. Heero's fingers found their way past the cleft of his buttocks to the tight pucker within. An index finger nudged its way through the tight ring and Duo groaned audibly. “Heero,” he groaned as the finger inched its way in. Something was odd. Heero withdrew his finger thinking he had hurt Duo. He looked at his finger expecting to see blood. His finger was wet with a clear looking fluid. It was viscous and slippery. Duo looked at him with wide, frightened eyes. “Heero...what?”

“I think I know what Oz did to you.”

“Well?”

“They made it so you would get wet.”

“Nani?' The braided boy squinted at him, puzzled. Heero pushed him back down on the bed, kissing his breastbone, then his chest, and lower.

An impatient finger tapped his shoulder. “Heero? Could you please explain to me what you meant?”

“Aa. Oz made it so,” kiss, “you will ,” lick, “get wet enough for penetration,” another lick to the underside of Duo's growing hardness.

“You mean, like for-fucking?”

“Aa. Fucking.”

“Well, shit.”

Heero nuzzled his sac. Duo moaned and let his upper body drop down against rumpled sheets. Fingers strayed again to his most private place. Desire replaced confusion, lust shoved fear out of the way and Heero had two fingers inside stretching and rubbing until he found the special bundle of nerves that forced a scream from Duo's throat. Duo panted and moaned. “Heero, what was that-do it again!”

Heero did and he was very glad that the other pilots were away, given the volume of Duo's moans and groans. He leaned toward him to kiss him again. Duo had tears in his eyes. “Duo? Daijubo?”

“Oh, yeah, Heero. That was intense.”

Heero pulled Duo into his arms. He felt protective of the boy, even from himself. Duo wriggled against him. “Heero, I need you,” he moaned softly. Heero looked into his eyes. He saw fear and desire and longing and something more. “I want you, but Duo, are you sure?”

“Yes.” It was definitive. Heero plied him with light kisses all over his face, kissing away the tears. They fell back against the mattress and Heero pulled Duo's legs up and over his shoulders. He positioned himself and pressed into tight heat, cautiously. The feeling of Duo, tight, wet and hot around him nearly caused his control to falter. He lowered his head and growled softly. “Duo, stop wiggling or this will be over before it is started.”

Duo grinned sheepishly. “Sorry. I, its, it feels kinda weird.”

Heero glanced at him. “Not bad, Heero, just.........weird.”

Heero took a deep breath. He felt like he was reasonably back in control. He flexed his hips once and was rewarded by a breathy gasp. He did it again and waited. Duo rocked his hips. “More.”

Heero gave him more.

Heero tilted his pelvis and hit Duo's prostate head-on.

Duo cried out loud and long.

Heero thrust into him a little harder.

Duo began to meet his thrusts.

They both liked the slipping and sliding their gyrations produced. (Absently Duo thanked the Oz scientists for altering him in this way)

Their rhythm lasted a good ten minutes.

Then Duo let out a bloodcurdling scream and came.

Heero followed.

They separated and a long sleep came.