Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Pleasure In Pain ❯ Pleasure In Pain ( One-Shot )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
_~* Pleasure In Pain *~_

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This ficlet be dedicated to my buddy Otaku! I hope he enjoys the basic PWP-ness of this fic, and I just know he'll love and adore the lemon-ness. Mwahaha!


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Duo, soaked to the bone with rain, made a quick dash from the hanger to the safehouse.
"Damn it's wet out there!" He announced as he came in the door. Only Heero was there to greet him, in the form of:
"You're getting water everywhere. Go change."
Shinigami grinned evilly.
"Alright, Hee-chan, I'll change."

The braided bishounen slid his soggy jacket off lean shoulders, and let it drop to the carpet. As he approached the couch Heero was sitting on, he removed his white undershirt.
"Baka. What are you doing?" The soldier asked as his wet koi plonked himself on his lap.
"Hopefully you," came the wicked reply. Heero raised an eyebrow, but was soon preoccupied with Duo's mouth, as he was lulled into a passionate kiss. Their two tounges played with eachother, enticing one another, whilst wandering hands invoked feelings of love within the boys.

"I love you," Duo whispered as his lover started kissing down his neck. Heero removed his baggy tanktop, but seemed more intent on removing his jeans. His partner was already taking care of that, unbuttoning the denim to find...
"Heero... you're not wearing any underwear?"
A slight smile played on the other boy's features.
"Well, you said you'd be back early tonight, so I thought I should be ready."
Duo grinned, shifting himself off Heero and getting onto his knees. He quickly disposed of the jeans, and lowered his head towards the half-hard member before him. He hesitated, teasing the cobalt-eyed boy with his warm breath, before finally taking the pulsing rod into his mouth.

Heero groaned as a playful tounge ran over his manhood, and skilled hands stroked his sac. Duo was thoughral, taking the hardening errection to the very back of his throat, resulting in more sounds of pleasure from the one before him. As he could feel himself about to come, Heero pulled out of the other's mouth, slid onto the floor, and started removing black trousers.
"Feisty tonight, Hee-chan?" Duo giggled as he was flipped over. Heero, ever the perfect soldier, reached under the cushions on the sofa and pulled out a tube of lubricant. After applying some to his fingers, he slid them one by one into his lover's opening. He could feel the blood pulsing beneath the skin. His other hand was tenderly stroking the braided boy's penis.

Duo was getting impatient.
"Heero... it's been three weeks since I've seen you. Are you going to fuck me or what?"
Heero grinned, and replied by pushing his lubed-up member into the boy beneath him.
"That's the koi I love and know," he said, violet eyes filled with seduction.
"And screw," Heero added as he rocked in and out of his love. He succeeded in hitting an extra sensitive spot, causing a sharp intake of breath from Shinigami. Heero continued to thrust in and out, in and out, turned on by the moans from his lover. His thrusts became harder, rough, violent. And Duo enjoyed every bit of it.

"Hurt me," he whispered. Heero, with his newtype strength, whacked his koi across the back. Duo grunted as another whack was administered- this was going to bruise. Heero stopeed his thrusts momentarily, leaning down and biting a sensitive part on Duo's shoulder. The metallicness of blood filled his mouth. Duo whimpered in pain, the sensation of lust growing in his stomach.

Without warning, another whack was administered, and Duo became limp. He was still concious, but was too weakened from his administrations to do much else. Heero continued to pump into him, pulling roughly on his braid as he entered. Though Heero's vicious thrusts brought tears of physical pain to Duo's eyes, 02 couldn't be happier. It was he who had first suggested they try this kind of thing, and oh how he loved it!

He soon felt Heero's warm, sticky essence explode within him, mingling with the small amount of blood that had been brought on by the roughness. Heero collapsed ontop of him, and they both lay together on the floor, entangled in eachother's arms.
"Aishiteru, Du-chan," the moussey-haired boy whispered, running a loving hand through his koi's hair.
"Hee-chan?"
"Aa..."
"I stole a whip off Trowa."

Rain poured down outside, cleansing the air and bathing the land. And from inside a certain safehouse, the cracking of a whip and sounds of pleasure sounded throughout the night.


_~* OWARI *~_