Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Luck of the Draw ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Part 4

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, don't sue.

Warning: Yaoi, swearing, violence, LEMON IS IN THIS CHAPTER, sorta AU.

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Zechs blinked, trying to clear his blurred vision as his companion continues to think furiously.

This had been in no way his intention when stepping into the liquor store. Whenever he was with Duo for an extended period of
time his body would become tense, muscles bunched. Alcohol had always relaxed him. Just a glass; that's all he had intended.

It was that damned email! Everything had been fine, completely normal - as normal a mission as could be anyways. Then that
damned message had to throw everything upside down. This mission would have continued as it had started. They would have
kept arguing and returned to HQ hating each other more than before.

But here they were with Zechs drunk just about out of his mind and Duo suffering over a question that he'd never have asked
under any other circumstances.

"Never mind," he mumbled softly, sobering a little. "Just never mind."

Suddenly the other ex-pilot was out of his seat and pacing across the carpet. "No Zechs. I can't 'just never mind'. Jesus! I've
held this grudge against you for three years and I've never sat down to wonder why. Not once! This goes against everything
I've prided myself in. I'm supposed to be a forgiving kinda guy, but I haven't been able to forgive you."

He stopped to stared down into Zechs wide, crystalline eyes, expression frustrated. "This isn't normal for me. I've probably
killed just as many innocents as you, yet there's something that makes me want to hate you and I can't understand it.

The inebriated Preventer stared up at him, shrugging. "I'm not you, but I didn't start this, Duo. I never wanted to hate you.
You're the one that started this relationship the way it did, not me."

"So? How do you feel about me, then?"

If Zechs had have been himself he wouldn't have answered with the truth. At least not with the whole truth. "Depends if you
mean now, when first met, or in between then. Now you're not too bad. We're not trying to kill each other or anything.
Yesterday I would have gong out of my way to ignore you - I did in fact. But before... That's a completely different story."

"Oh?"

He grinned, leaning ahead slightly as if he was about to confide in Duo a grand secret. "I'm sure you've noticed the way people
look at you. Even Wufei and Heero, as devoted to each other as they are, throw you appreciative glance. I wouldn't be at all
surprised if one asked you to join them for a little recreation. No one at HQ can look at you and not want you. I had had every
intention of asking you out some time when you first joined Preventers. When I realized how badly this would have gone over I
decided to change my mind."

Duo's eyes went incredibly wide as his jaw dropped down to his chest. Part of Zechs - the very drunk part - was giggling at the
rather amusing picture he made standing there like that, while the other half was screaming "Oh shit."

"Zechs." The younger mans voice was strained, almost choked. "Exactly how much have you had to drink?"

The blonde knew the reaction hadn't actually been a good one, but it hadn't actually been bad either. Duo wasn't exactly tying
to kill him or anything

He giggled drunkenly, a tiny part of his mind wondering what was so funny.

"Well," Duo threw his hands up in defeat, "Why don't we get you into bed?"

With that he pulled Zechs to his feet and started to manoeuver the blonde towards the bedroom. Even in his alcohol-hazed
mind, Zechs could still process the heat emanating from his partners body and the faint scent of cologne. As he stumbled into
the bedroom he still took time to revel in the proximity. It was the closest they'd ever been to each other and it was calling up
long forgotten fantasies from during and right after the war.

"C'mon buddy. Let's get you to sleep."

Another silly giggle. "'m not tired."

Duo rolled his eyes as he pushed the blonde down into his sleeping blanket. "Good night Zechs."

He turned to leave, but was stopped when his hand was caught by Zechs'. "Why don't you join me?" With an unexpected jerk
on his wrist, Duo was tumbled onto the blondes lap.

The braided Preventer squawked, surprised to find himself in the position. He could smell the alcohol on Zechs' breath as the
European man leaned forward, capturing Duo's mouth with his own.

There wasn't enough time to resist as their lips met and Duo suddenly had fire pouring through his veins. His body was reacting
with a will of it's own, his head tilting for easier access and arms moving to clutch at Zechs' bare shoulders.

Suddenly the years of hostility, the tension, it all made sense. He'd wasn't this subconsciously, wanted to be able to do this. His
conscious had balked at the though of lusting after the enemy and had contorted his feelings into contempt. Thoughts and dream
fragments came back to him, things he'd most likely forced himself to dismiss entirely.

He brought his fingers up to comb through Zechs' silvery mane, finally doing what he'd unconsciously denied himself.

Hands, larger than his own, skimmed under his shirt. Clothes were quickly removed and thrown across the room as flesh finally
met blessed flesh.

The blondes hands and oh-so-talented mouth were everywhere, coaxing frenzied moans from Duo's reddened lips.

As he moved over him, Zechs leaned over to kiss him, giving Duo a faint taste of tangy orange juice and alcohol from his
tongue. At this, his eyes snapped wide.

SHIT!

Zechs was drunk. They couldn't do this! It wouldn't work out. The older man would wake up in the morning with a hazy
memory of their activities, but there was no certainty that he wouldn't regret this. Duo was pretty sure that he wouldn't at this
point, but they'd just been ready to tear each other apart a few hours ago. People were prone to doing stupid things when they
were drunk and he did not need something that would make their relationship any worse than it was.

He pushed at broad, muscular shoulders, putting a gap between himself and Zechs' lips.

"We can't do this."

Zechs tried to brush his hands aside, but was met by Duo's considerable strength. He turned a pout on the smaller man.

"And why not? We both want to."

Duo sighed. "Because you are drunk and you'll regret this in the morning."

"Yes, Duo, I am drunk. I know that, but I also know that there is no way I'll regret this in the morning unless you do. Now shut
up and let me screw you silly."

This time Duo hesitated long enough for the blonde to get past his defences, attacking his lips with a new fervour that hadn't
been present before. The brunette glared up at him for a few seconds before sighing into the kiss and melting back against the
sleeping beg. He crushed them together as Zechs trailed his mouth down his chin and to the base of his throat, nipping lightly at
his collarbone. The blonde skimmed over his chest, pausing at his nipples, teasing at them gently. Duo arched against him,
throwing his head back against the pillow.

Now he was simply wondering why he had even considered stopping this. Duo had never before experience anything like this.
Sex, yes, but never this good. Neither had it been with someone he new as well as Zechs. Yes, they were always arguing, but
Duo had learned a few things about Zechs over the years. Any of his past relationships were fleeting.

The blonde continues lower, running his fingers along Duo's ribs. The ex-'Scythe pilot shivered, sucking in a quick breath of air.
Zechs was nearing the centre of his desire. He shifted desperately, trying to make the other to quicken his pace.

"In an bit of a hurry, aren't we?" Zechs chuckled huskily, puffs of hot air brushing against Duo's neglected cock.

"Jesus, Zechs! If you were down here, you would be too!"

Another deep chuckle and the blonde was on him, surrounding his arousal with his moist lips.

Duo groaned loudly, fisting the sleeping beg beneath him. "Fuck!" He thrust against the cavern as Zechs swirled his tongue. He
could feel the pressure building in the pit of his stomach, the faint ache as the pleasure built. He could feel it, the impending
climax as he writhed against the floor. Zechs ministration were steady, but never quite enough to push him over the edged.
Duo's voice was gaining volume with each moment that passed; he was sure that anyone in the building had been awakened by
him by now.

Finally, it built up to an all encompassing crescendo and he thrust his hips forward once more, releasing himself into Zechs'
greedy mouth.

"Mmmm, nice," the blonde licked his lips hungrily as he pulled away.

Duo lay there, completely nerveless, body still trembling and breathing heavily. He looked up at Zechs' grinning face from
behind heavily lidded eyes. "You, are strangest man I have ever met." That said, he leaned forward to kiss him, tasting himself
on Zechs' lips.

At this point, Zechs' own need became more prominent, pushing against Duo's thigh. He shifted slightly, spreading his legs to
better accommodate lover. Desire was already beginning to spark through his veins once more in anticipation of what was to
come.

Zechs made an appreciative sound in the back of his throat, putting more fervour into the kiss. Duo moaned and arched against
him, breath quickening once more as they slid together, legs entwining, hands grasping. Blonde and chestnut hair was
everywhere, tickling at bare skin and adding more pleasure. The feel of the silky masses was like tiny fingers ghosting ever-so
carefully over them.

He could feel his partner become more impatient, his actions becoming a little more frenzied. Quite deliberately, he arched a
little more forcefully against Zech's hips, grinding them together. The blonde broke off the kiss with a low moan as his face
contorted with pleasure.

Duo's mind began to rush over things. They didn't have lube, or anything that was likely to suffice. They hadn't exactly been
planing this little event and neither had really anticipated such an evening. There would be no possible way they could really
come to the most logic of conclusions. Of course, that didn't mean other things weren't permitted.

His hands roamed over Zech's paler skin, feeling each muscle beneath the velvety surface. Their hips began an unsteady
rhythm, bodies shifting and melding together. Zechs' hands were just as busy as before, trailing over his sides, shoulders or
combing through his hair. Duo couldn't get enough of it; this touch that was bringing him ever closer to the brink for a second
time.

Zechs let out a soft, husky growl as a particular rough thrust brought more pleasure. He latched his mouth onto Duo's in a
bruising kiss, muffling Duo's loud groan as he repeated the action. He ground them together almost brutally, the thin sheen of
sweat thickening as the pace quickened. The blonde man could feel the muscles in his abdomen contracting, warmth pooling in
his loins.

Duo had his head thrown back, his expression so full of ecstasy almost enough to make Zechs loose himself. He bent forward,
this time to bite at Duo's collar hard enough to leave a bruise, but not open the skin. Duo jerked a little, but a low moan
dropped from his lips.

Zechs made a few more decisive movements, his hand sliding down grip Duo's erection loosely. Duo all but shrieked as he
came for a second time that night, covering both men in his sticky essence as Zechs followed in his wake, Duo's name falling
from his lips.

Zechs rolled off of his partner, content to snuggle against the younger youths smaller frame. His thoughts were happily clouded
by the lingering effects of the alcohol and his body was sated in a way it had never been before. As he rapped his arms around
the smaller Preventer he was quite happy just drift off into sleep.

Only morning would tell what lay in store for the two and Zechs was happy to forget that part for the time being.

TBC....

Shade: Damn... I'm kinda proud of that. Prolly about the third lemon I've ever wrote. And this parts probably about twice as
long as all the rest. I can't wait to start to write the next chapter, but, alas, it will hafta wait 'til tomorrow night cause I'm dead
tired and I hafta get up early to finish an assignment of the Renaissance. Shame on me for leaving it 'til last minute.