Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Laundry Duty ❯ Laundry Duty ( Chapter 1 )

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

Laundry Duty by Moffit

Disclaimer: Not mine… dammit.

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: 2x1, PWP




"Hey, Heero!"

"Hn?" Heero didn't even turn around.

"Whatcha doin? Quatre finally hook ya into laundry duty too?"

"Hn."

"Yeah, boring as hell, ain't it? Wouldn't be so bad if we didn't let it pile up.. But I bet I know a way to make things a little more interesting.."

They had been at the current safehouse for weeks, an abandoned old house set far back in the woods. They had taken turns at chores, and the most boring, laundry duty, usually took two people to get the job done without wearing out. It probably wouldn't be so bad if they didn't have to keep an eye on the battered machines to make sure they didn't cut out in the middle of their job. It had been three weeks since anyone had been coerced into doing it, as none of the boys liked doing laundry at all. Quatre had posed the argument that he and Trowa had done it last time, and Wufei was out on a mission. So Duo and Heero were stuck.

Heero raised an eyebrow at his lover as he poured out the detergent and shut the lid on the old washing machine. 'What could possibly make this interesting?' He thought as he eyed Duo, who was leaning casually against the nearby dryer.

He turned to switch on the washer, "I don't think—"

He was abruptly cut off as Duo took the opportunity to pounce while Heero's back was turned. Duo quickly wrapped his arms around Heero's waist, one hand sliding slowly upwards, dragging a bit of Heero's shirt with it. At the same time he had started nibbling Heero's ear, and whispered, "I can think of many things to do.. Want I should show you something to do, Heero?" He rubbed his erection firmly into Heero's ass, feeling the other boy shiver.

"Mission accepted," Heero said, as he turned suddenly and pulled Duo forward and proceeded to try to kiss the other boy into a puddle where he stood. And almost succeeded, that is, until Duo decided to grind their erections together, making Heero break away to hiss at the friction on his steadily growing member. Duo's left hand slid between them and his fingernails scraped lightly on the jeans right over Heero's crotch.

Heero moaned at the sensation, his head falling back as his hips tried to jut forward into Duo's palm involuntarily. Duo placed nips and kisses across Heero's exposed neck, first nibbling the area, then soothing with his tongue. He worked his way over to the spot on Heero's neck where the tendon was, biting and sucking to leave a mark there, his hand never stopping its light caress over Heero's straining erection.

Heero had planned to take charge, but that notion had been swiftly discarded as soon as Duo had attacked his hot spot on the left side of his neck. Instead, Duo was forced to support him as his knees seemed ready to give out. This didn't seem to faze Duo, who took it as an opportunity to grab Heero's ass (as if he didn't do that all the time anyway, Heero's fuzzy brain muttered) as he backed Heero into the washing machine, which was still slowly filling with water noisily.

His left hand was now busy popping the button on Heero's jeans and started tugging down the zipper, the slow movement heightening Heero's anticipation. Soon Heero's pants were pushed around his ankles, as Shinigami lifted his next victim onto the small washer and attacked Heero's right nipple through his tank top. Heero cried out and put his arms behind him to rest his weight on as he arched into Duo's mouth.

Whimpers were heard as Duo moved away, leaving a wet spot on Heero's shirt, to quickly strip himself of his own jeans, cursing under his breath as he hopped from one foot to the other, almost falling over, before flinging the pants and boxers across the room. He immediately returned to Heero, this time applying different tactics before the pilot before him could come up from his lust-filled haze.

Heero inhaled sharply as Duo's mouth came down on his erection, taking it fully in a deep-throated action before slowly withdrawing his mouth, making delicious suction, and swirling his tongue around the tip. He repeated this until Heero was slick with his saliva, then forcefully sucking Heero into his mouth to start the process all over again.

Heero was mumbling incoherently by now, every now and then gasping or moaning as Duo tongued the slit at the head, or his hand brushed lightly over his balls. Duo's right hand was fumbling around, looking for Heero's left front pocket, until it found the small tube of lube that was always there. 'Always be prepared, ne, Heero?' Duo thought as he quickly squeezed some of the watery substance onto his left fingers.

Heero's mind nearly short-circuited when he felt Duo's finger circle and slip inside of him, quickly making way for a second finger, making scissoring motions for a minute before thrusting in a third, and Heero squeezed his eyes shut with pleasure, breath coming in gasps, as Duo finger-fucked him.

Finally, Heero could take no more. Much as he liked this, he knew there was something even better just for the asking.

"Onegai, Duo…"

"Yeah, Heero?" Duo's voice was rough. It wasn't easy waiting for Heero to beg when all he wanted to do was slam into that nice, tight ass and ride Heero until the boy couldn't sit down for a week.. He was barely managing to hold on to his fraying will not to do just that.

"Nnn.. <gasp> Need you.. inside.. NOW—!" Heero had barely gotten the words out before Duo had pulled him to the very edge of the washing machine and started to thrust his lube-slicked erection into Heero slowly. Heero braced his arms on the lid of the washing machine as Duo leisurely rocked in deep, held the position for half a second, then slowly pulled out, occasionally biting Heero's shoulders and chest in little lovebites. The pace was killing Duo just as much as Heero as Duo seemingly took his sweet time in fucking Heero. At the hint on Heero's heel pressing insistently into the small of his back however, Duo swiftly picked things up and carried out his fantasy of slamming into Heero's sweet ass for all he was worth.

"Ahh.. Heero.. so fucking tight.."

"Duo, harder.. nnn… AH--!"

Just when things couldn't seem to get any hotter, the washing machine suddenly switched gears and started to vibrate in its efforts to do its job with two horny teenagers rutting right on top of it.

Duo choked out a moan as the sensation of Heero's ass taking on an interesting new vibrative function nearly threw him over the edge and started thrusting even faster, bracing one hand on Heero's hip in a grip that would leave a telltale bruise and wrapping the other around Heero's erection and pumping it in swift, jerky motions.

The feeling of Duo's cock starting to feel somewhat like a vibrator, teamed with that of his own erection being forcefully stimulated, soon broke Heero's last tenuous grip of control. Shouting Duo's name loudly, his seed spurted over both their chests as he felt Duo suddenly get rock hard right before he screamed out Heero's name and Heero felt the hot jets of Duo's seed shoot into him before they both collapsed, Heero's arms giving out and Duo resting on his chest, arms wrapping around Heero, oblivious to the sticky mess between them.

"Ne, Duo?"

"Mmm?"

"We should do laundry more often."



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Meanwhile, in the surveillance room, Wufei's breath was slowly returning to normal. He grimaced as he took in the sticky mess coating his hand and bits of his shirt. If he'd known he would be getting this kind of entertainment, he would have been more prepared. As it was, he shrugged and licked his hand, savoring the salty taste of his own seed before pulling off his shirt to finish cleaning up.

He had thought putting surveillance up in every room but the bedrooms (for obvious reasons), as well as the grounds a bit paranoid on Yuy's part, but obviously it could have some perks too, Wufei thought to himself. He smirked at the thought that he now had something to tease the braided baka about now, too.

With that thought in mind, his eyes glanced over at the recording devices in the corner of the room. They were set up to record automatically, and obviously both Yuy and Maxwell had been too.. occupied to remember to disable the camera in the laundry room.

With an evil grin Wufei proceeded to quickly go over the recent recording of the two pilots, editing and copying onto two blank discs, one for himself, and one for blackmail purposes.



~owari