Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ halloween mishaps ❯ realisation ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: a friggin dragon 
Duo's POV, admiring a certain Wing ex-pilot. set a year after the mariemaia incident.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.11.2006 | Updated On: 10.11.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 415 | Status: Work In Progress
Duo's POV, admiring a certain Wing ex-pilot. set a year after the mariemaia incident.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.11.2006 | Updated On: 10.11.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 415 | Status: Work In Progress
Halloween Mishaps
Duo POV
Heero did the normal thing that a Heero is normally found doing. Typing on that damned laptop of his. He did it a lot during the war, I swear its like an extra limb, it never leaves him! But I know typing up reports first chance he gets is important to him and I usually leave him to it. Except for when I manage to 'distract' him, which I have no problem in doing. A favourite pastime if you will.
So there I am staring at my love, my sexy as hell love, I watch the way the glow of the laptop plays on his face. Beautiful Prussian eyes scan over the words as he types automatically looking for mistakes. I can tell he is getting tired, he rarely blinks and lines are forming under his eyes from concentration. I'll just have to relieve his stress. Why don't I just go over and throw the damn thing away from his clutches? Maybe I don't have a death wish... and maybe I'm still planning.
He sits straighter as if realising he is losing his perfect posture. A slight frown tells me he is silently berating himself for his slip up. It's been a year since the war and with the help of the others and myself, has managed to get Heero out of his shell bit by bit. We're still 'helping' Wuffers, whether he wants it or not. But all in all life is good.
But enough of that little story for now, I'm Hee-chan watching. His nimble fingers fly over the keyboard not once hesitating. I grin as I recall what those fingers are capable of. Great, I shift due to an uncomfortable tightening of my pants. Damn you Heero.
I spot the slight hesitation of his fingers and the slight squinting of his eyes. That is the sign I was looking for. I rise from the couch barely making a sound and walk behind Heero, my feet barely making a noise on the blood red carpet. I know he has heard me, the slight movement of his head, just managing to stop turning around automatically at the slightest of noises. Oh my Heero, so damn cute. I wont say that aloud for now.
Now directly behind him, I wrap my arms around his chest and nuzzle my nose in his hair inhaling the vanilla and orange scent. Using my shampoo again I see. I tsk and feel him relax. I know he is smirking at my discovery. I give in the urge to chuckle and kiss my way from the top of his head to his neck, savouring the silky skin beneath my questing lip. He shivers as I kiss the sensitive patch of skin just below his left ear. His eyes close and he leans his head against my shoulder. As I kiss and caress his neck, I shut down his laptop and close it for the night. I nip at his neck congratulating myself for multitasking. Looking down, I have a perfect view of a hardening nipple and move to attack. I trail my hand lightly from neck to engorged nipple and pinch slightly. Heero's hands instantly rise to bury in the hair at the base of my neck as his back arches into my touch. I kiss and nip at his neck, tweak his sensitive nipple as I take on the task of opening the buttons on his silk black shirt before pulling it down from his left shoulder, he shrugs to aid its removal. Taking the hint I remove the shirt and manoeuvre myself to sit in his lap faster then he can blink, which leaves an adorably shocked Hee-chan.
I chuckle at his surprise before ripping the undershirt from his torso, baring him deliciously before me. Heero caresses my hips, a smirk on his face before bringing a hand to caress my face. I lean into his touch while keeping eye constant. His breathing is slightly laboured exciting me even more to know that I am the only one to affect him in such a way. He quirks an eyebrow as I grin my infamous Maxwell grin of mischief at him. His mouth opens to question but I've already slid from his lap to the floor. Undoing the buckle of his belt as fast as my fingers can move, I can see his own excitement tent his Preventer uniform slacks. I lick my lips in anticipation and fumble with the button and zipper. I grasp the edge of his pants, look into his eyes for permission. He raises his hips in answer and I pull them down to his ankles not bothering with shoes and socks. His boxers suffer the same fate and join his pants in ankle-vill. I look up to my Heero's face to see his mouth slightly open taking in precious oxygen. His eyes are glazed and unfocused with lust but never leave my own as I take a tentative lick of his engorged organ. He stiffens at this but then relaxes as I continue my exploration with licks and nips. He sinks further in his chair making quiet gasping noises.
Better turn it up a notch. His back arches and he grips the sides of the chair as I take him whole in one swift movement and suck fiercely. His eyes are tightly shut and his breath comes in hisses between his teeth. I bob my head sucking softly while my hand finds his balls and roll them gently. Heero's hands bury themselves in my hair. I smile, well, as much as can with a cock in my mouth. I lick the underside, feeling the thick vein pulse hot blood to the angry red tip. I take pity on it and kiss it from tip to base and lick my way back up before swallowing it entirely earning me a strangles gasp and a tight grip on my hair, but not painful enough to distract me from my treat.
I pick up the pace and fondle the heavy sack with renewed vigour. Heero is loosing it, if his heavy breathing and moaning is any indication. Finally, he gives a final shout as he arches his back and comes into my waiting mouth. I swallow my well-earned treat down greedily as much as I can. Some manages to escape to trail down my chin.
As he catches his breath, still slumped in his chair, I clean up the remainder of what escaped on my chin and his cock. I sit back to look at my spent lover, a goofy grin on his face that I will proudly claim as my influence on him. I look down at his shoes; I need to get rid of these damn things. I accomplish my mission in no time and have a perfectly nude Heero still slumped on a chair. Leaning forward, I kiss his well-toned stomach and delight in his breathy moan.
Standing, I take his calloused hand in mine and help him stand on slightly shaky legs
and guide him to lie on the couch. I straddle his thighs and trail my hands down his forehead, sharp nose, delicate cheekbones and plant a kiss on his nose. I trail kisses down to his collarbone before licking it and continuing on my glorious path to nip and dip my tongue into the well of his belly button. Muscles quiver under my touch.
I can feel his slightly larger hands glide gently over my back adding to my aching excitement. Man am I hard.
I lean back and practically tear the cloths from my body with a growl. I'd like to think I did it with finesse but who am I kidding! He is watching me now; eyes roam over my body making me a little self conscious of my various scars. I guess it showed on my face as he leans up on an elbow and gently cups my chin bringing my lips to meet his own in a soft reassuring kiss. I pull away slightly to smile at him, wishing I could get rid of the blush I can feel tinting my face red. I lean into him and engage him into a soul-searing kiss. My hands travel over his ribs, stomach, thigh, everywhere, it doesn't matter as long as it's just him. I search under the cushion for an all too familiar handy tube. Finally locating it, I open the tube and the lid lord knows where to squirt a generous dollop onto my fingers. I attach my mouth to his right nipple and tease it lightly with careful teeth as my fingers trails lovingly over his stomach, avoid his awakening erection down to tease the soft patch of skin below his balls. He is grinding franticly against me now. Which is not helping my state either. I move to tease the soft puckered entrance enjoying the way it quivers against my fingers. Heero clutches at my back. I'm sure I'm going to have all sorts of scraps and bruises by the end of the night. But then again, so will he!
I push a finger in with slow but steady pressure until its swallowed by his anus. I twist and curl in an attempt to stretch the tight hole. Taking it out, I plunge two fingers in, scissoring and prodding for that one little spot to drive him wild. There! He arches against me and wraps his legs around my waist. His nails dig into my back.
I deem him thoroughly stretched after prodding his prostate a couple more times for good measure, and for the sounds he is making. I could listen to him make those sounds forever but right now I'm going insane. Squeezing more lube into a trembling hand, I slick myself up, running a tunnelled hand up and down my shaft but cut that short before I come too soon.
I position the tip at his tight little asshole while leaning on one straining hand. Heero hisses as I enter full force. At first the tight muscle doesn't yield but with the building pressure I am suddenly swallowed by the tight warm channel and hiss out at the delicious pressure threatening to overcome me. Heero holds me in a tight hug, his muscles trembling as he adjusts to the invasion. I wait with clenched teeth as I hold him. Finally, Heero rolls his hips to tell me to move. I kiss him as I position my knees under me and hold onto Heero's right thigh. I look down to his trusting eyes and swallow at the intensity of that look. I thrust sharply into him and his legs tighten as I give thrust after thrust into that moist heat. My thrusts become frantic as I try to hold off my orgasm. I want to see him come. I want to see him lose all his boundaries to pleasure scream my name for the heavens to hear and know he is mine.
With a growl, I reach between our stomachs and grasp his cock to pump in time with my madding thrusts. Oh god, he calls my name over and over, begging for me to go faster, harder. A request I readily accept with relish. His muscles clench around me so tightly I am unable to move much and he comes over my still pumping hand onto our stomachs with a keening cry. That is my un-doing, I thrust twice more before succumbing to my ever welcome release screaming Heero's name and collapsing on top of him. I try to move off him to spare him from being crushed but his arms hold me in place as we catch our breath. I listen to his heart beat as he strokes my hair which I imagine is in a very messy braid, if it hasn't already fallen out from its neat rope I insist on keeping it in.
I have no idea how long we just lay there basking in each other's glow before Heero gives a content sigh. I raise myself up on my elbows; giving him my best goofy grin, which I know always, gets at least a chuckle. He doesn't disappoint as I feel the deep rumbling in his chest. He pulls the spare blanket out from under the couch after some manoeuvring on our part, and drapes it over us both and pulls me down to snuggle. I bury my head between his shoulder and neck and tighten my hold on him, as if afraid he will disappear. I smile as I feel him kiss as much of me as he can reach and bring my head up to kiss his lips.
I spot the remote on the table beside us and turn on the TV with a lazy flick of the wrist as I press the button and begin channel surfing. Heero positions himself in a half sitting position and pulls me up to lay my head back down on his shoulder. I decide on a movie that has just started. "Hey, isn't that Hocus Pocus?" I question. "Seems so" is Heero's lazy reply. "Well thanks" I joke giving a playful punch to his shoulder. But then that got me thinking "What date is it actually?" " 24 of October" Heero replies. A question in his voice. I flip around with an astonished look on my face. "That means Halloween is just a week away! Oh man, we gotta have a party with dressin up and candy, and alcohol and mmmmmfff mfmjfndu...mmmphuuuh?" Heero of course cuts off my, er, description of Halloween fun with a sweet smile, which only for that smile will I forgive him.
"Yes, we will do all that but right now I want to watch this movie and cuddle." Heero informed me. I couldn't help it, I gaped, mouth wide open for the flies and all. Hee-chan, protector of my well-being closed it with a click with his finger before kissing me and returning to watching the movie.
Alls I know is, this is going to be the best Halloween ever!
To be continued....
Well, this is my first fan fic ever, please R&R and feel free to give me constructive criticism!
Duo POV
Heero did the normal thing that a Heero is normally found doing. Typing on that damned laptop of his. He did it a lot during the war, I swear its like an extra limb, it never leaves him! But I know typing up reports first chance he gets is important to him and I usually leave him to it. Except for when I manage to 'distract' him, which I have no problem in doing. A favourite pastime if you will.
So there I am staring at my love, my sexy as hell love, I watch the way the glow of the laptop plays on his face. Beautiful Prussian eyes scan over the words as he types automatically looking for mistakes. I can tell he is getting tired, he rarely blinks and lines are forming under his eyes from concentration. I'll just have to relieve his stress. Why don't I just go over and throw the damn thing away from his clutches? Maybe I don't have a death wish... and maybe I'm still planning.
He sits straighter as if realising he is losing his perfect posture. A slight frown tells me he is silently berating himself for his slip up. It's been a year since the war and with the help of the others and myself, has managed to get Heero out of his shell bit by bit. We're still 'helping' Wuffers, whether he wants it or not. But all in all life is good.
But enough of that little story for now, I'm Hee-chan watching. His nimble fingers fly over the keyboard not once hesitating. I grin as I recall what those fingers are capable of. Great, I shift due to an uncomfortable tightening of my pants. Damn you Heero.
I spot the slight hesitation of his fingers and the slight squinting of his eyes. That is the sign I was looking for. I rise from the couch barely making a sound and walk behind Heero, my feet barely making a noise on the blood red carpet. I know he has heard me, the slight movement of his head, just managing to stop turning around automatically at the slightest of noises. Oh my Heero, so damn cute. I wont say that aloud for now.
Now directly behind him, I wrap my arms around his chest and nuzzle my nose in his hair inhaling the vanilla and orange scent. Using my shampoo again I see. I tsk and feel him relax. I know he is smirking at my discovery. I give in the urge to chuckle and kiss my way from the top of his head to his neck, savouring the silky skin beneath my questing lip. He shivers as I kiss the sensitive patch of skin just below his left ear. His eyes close and he leans his head against my shoulder. As I kiss and caress his neck, I shut down his laptop and close it for the night. I nip at his neck congratulating myself for multitasking. Looking down, I have a perfect view of a hardening nipple and move to attack. I trail my hand lightly from neck to engorged nipple and pinch slightly. Heero's hands instantly rise to bury in the hair at the base of my neck as his back arches into my touch. I kiss and nip at his neck, tweak his sensitive nipple as I take on the task of opening the buttons on his silk black shirt before pulling it down from his left shoulder, he shrugs to aid its removal. Taking the hint I remove the shirt and manoeuvre myself to sit in his lap faster then he can blink, which leaves an adorably shocked Hee-chan.
I chuckle at his surprise before ripping the undershirt from his torso, baring him deliciously before me. Heero caresses my hips, a smirk on his face before bringing a hand to caress my face. I lean into his touch while keeping eye constant. His breathing is slightly laboured exciting me even more to know that I am the only one to affect him in such a way. He quirks an eyebrow as I grin my infamous Maxwell grin of mischief at him. His mouth opens to question but I've already slid from his lap to the floor. Undoing the buckle of his belt as fast as my fingers can move, I can see his own excitement tent his Preventer uniform slacks. I lick my lips in anticipation and fumble with the button and zipper. I grasp the edge of his pants, look into his eyes for permission. He raises his hips in answer and I pull them down to his ankles not bothering with shoes and socks. His boxers suffer the same fate and join his pants in ankle-vill. I look up to my Heero's face to see his mouth slightly open taking in precious oxygen. His eyes are glazed and unfocused with lust but never leave my own as I take a tentative lick of his engorged organ. He stiffens at this but then relaxes as I continue my exploration with licks and nips. He sinks further in his chair making quiet gasping noises.
Better turn it up a notch. His back arches and he grips the sides of the chair as I take him whole in one swift movement and suck fiercely. His eyes are tightly shut and his breath comes in hisses between his teeth. I bob my head sucking softly while my hand finds his balls and roll them gently. Heero's hands bury themselves in my hair. I smile, well, as much as can with a cock in my mouth. I lick the underside, feeling the thick vein pulse hot blood to the angry red tip. I take pity on it and kiss it from tip to base and lick my way back up before swallowing it entirely earning me a strangles gasp and a tight grip on my hair, but not painful enough to distract me from my treat.
I pick up the pace and fondle the heavy sack with renewed vigour. Heero is loosing it, if his heavy breathing and moaning is any indication. Finally, he gives a final shout as he arches his back and comes into my waiting mouth. I swallow my well-earned treat down greedily as much as I can. Some manages to escape to trail down my chin.
As he catches his breath, still slumped in his chair, I clean up the remainder of what escaped on my chin and his cock. I sit back to look at my spent lover, a goofy grin on his face that I will proudly claim as my influence on him. I look down at his shoes; I need to get rid of these damn things. I accomplish my mission in no time and have a perfectly nude Heero still slumped on a chair. Leaning forward, I kiss his well-toned stomach and delight in his breathy moan.
Standing, I take his calloused hand in mine and help him stand on slightly shaky legs
and guide him to lie on the couch. I straddle his thighs and trail my hands down his forehead, sharp nose, delicate cheekbones and plant a kiss on his nose. I trail kisses down to his collarbone before licking it and continuing on my glorious path to nip and dip my tongue into the well of his belly button. Muscles quiver under my touch.
I can feel his slightly larger hands glide gently over my back adding to my aching excitement. Man am I hard.
I lean back and practically tear the cloths from my body with a growl. I'd like to think I did it with finesse but who am I kidding! He is watching me now; eyes roam over my body making me a little self conscious of my various scars. I guess it showed on my face as he leans up on an elbow and gently cups my chin bringing my lips to meet his own in a soft reassuring kiss. I pull away slightly to smile at him, wishing I could get rid of the blush I can feel tinting my face red. I lean into him and engage him into a soul-searing kiss. My hands travel over his ribs, stomach, thigh, everywhere, it doesn't matter as long as it's just him. I search under the cushion for an all too familiar handy tube. Finally locating it, I open the tube and the lid lord knows where to squirt a generous dollop onto my fingers. I attach my mouth to his right nipple and tease it lightly with careful teeth as my fingers trails lovingly over his stomach, avoid his awakening erection down to tease the soft patch of skin below his balls. He is grinding franticly against me now. Which is not helping my state either. I move to tease the soft puckered entrance enjoying the way it quivers against my fingers. Heero clutches at my back. I'm sure I'm going to have all sorts of scraps and bruises by the end of the night. But then again, so will he!
I push a finger in with slow but steady pressure until its swallowed by his anus. I twist and curl in an attempt to stretch the tight hole. Taking it out, I plunge two fingers in, scissoring and prodding for that one little spot to drive him wild. There! He arches against me and wraps his legs around my waist. His nails dig into my back.
I deem him thoroughly stretched after prodding his prostate a couple more times for good measure, and for the sounds he is making. I could listen to him make those sounds forever but right now I'm going insane. Squeezing more lube into a trembling hand, I slick myself up, running a tunnelled hand up and down my shaft but cut that short before I come too soon.
I position the tip at his tight little asshole while leaning on one straining hand. Heero hisses as I enter full force. At first the tight muscle doesn't yield but with the building pressure I am suddenly swallowed by the tight warm channel and hiss out at the delicious pressure threatening to overcome me. Heero holds me in a tight hug, his muscles trembling as he adjusts to the invasion. I wait with clenched teeth as I hold him. Finally, Heero rolls his hips to tell me to move. I kiss him as I position my knees under me and hold onto Heero's right thigh. I look down to his trusting eyes and swallow at the intensity of that look. I thrust sharply into him and his legs tighten as I give thrust after thrust into that moist heat. My thrusts become frantic as I try to hold off my orgasm. I want to see him come. I want to see him lose all his boundaries to pleasure scream my name for the heavens to hear and know he is mine.
With a growl, I reach between our stomachs and grasp his cock to pump in time with my madding thrusts. Oh god, he calls my name over and over, begging for me to go faster, harder. A request I readily accept with relish. His muscles clench around me so tightly I am unable to move much and he comes over my still pumping hand onto our stomachs with a keening cry. That is my un-doing, I thrust twice more before succumbing to my ever welcome release screaming Heero's name and collapsing on top of him. I try to move off him to spare him from being crushed but his arms hold me in place as we catch our breath. I listen to his heart beat as he strokes my hair which I imagine is in a very messy braid, if it hasn't already fallen out from its neat rope I insist on keeping it in.
I have no idea how long we just lay there basking in each other's glow before Heero gives a content sigh. I raise myself up on my elbows; giving him my best goofy grin, which I know always, gets at least a chuckle. He doesn't disappoint as I feel the deep rumbling in his chest. He pulls the spare blanket out from under the couch after some manoeuvring on our part, and drapes it over us both and pulls me down to snuggle. I bury my head between his shoulder and neck and tighten my hold on him, as if afraid he will disappear. I smile as I feel him kiss as much of me as he can reach and bring my head up to kiss his lips.
I spot the remote on the table beside us and turn on the TV with a lazy flick of the wrist as I press the button and begin channel surfing. Heero positions himself in a half sitting position and pulls me up to lay my head back down on his shoulder. I decide on a movie that has just started. "Hey, isn't that Hocus Pocus?" I question. "Seems so" is Heero's lazy reply. "Well thanks" I joke giving a playful punch to his shoulder. But then that got me thinking "What date is it actually?" " 24 of October" Heero replies. A question in his voice. I flip around with an astonished look on my face. "That means Halloween is just a week away! Oh man, we gotta have a party with dressin up and candy, and alcohol and mmmmmfff mfmjfndu...mmmphuuuh?" Heero of course cuts off my, er, description of Halloween fun with a sweet smile, which only for that smile will I forgive him.
"Yes, we will do all that but right now I want to watch this movie and cuddle." Heero informed me. I couldn't help it, I gaped, mouth wide open for the flies and all. Hee-chan, protector of my well-being closed it with a click with his finger before kissing me and returning to watching the movie.
Alls I know is, this is going to be the best Halloween ever!
To be continued....
Well, this is my first fan fic ever, please R&R and feel free to give me constructive criticism!