Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Score ❯ Score ( One-Shot )

Score

Pairing

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1x5, +2

Rating

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NC-17

Warnings

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Yaoi, lemon, mild swearing, possible OOC, PWP-ish, voyeurism

Disclaimer

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GW belongs to Sunrise, Bandai and Sotsu Agency. NOT ME. Please don't sue.

Spoilers

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None

A/N

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My first truly completed GW fic, and a lemon, no less. *sweatdrop* Hope you enjoy it! Feedback most appreciated.

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Change of scene

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Major change of POV within a scene

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Thoughts

Duo Maxwell stretched, and muttered a curse as the Preventers uniform scratched his skin in all the wrong places. Who designed this God awful thing anyway?! He sighed dramatically and flopped onto the couch. Gods, he needed a bath. The weather was a scorcher and a long, cool soak in the tub would be nice.

Bright violet eyes tracked the elaborate stairway, following its winding trail up to the second storey of the maisonette. Rosy lips pursed into a pout. Second storey - that's where his bedroom was, together with the rest of the other ex-Gundam pilots. Except for Heero Yuy's. Heero's bedroom was on the first floor, just down another hallway from where Duo lay in the living room. Duo had often griped about how anti-social that man was, choosing one of the guest rooms on the first floor as his private quarters (even Wufei slept on the second floor together with the rest of them!).

Now, he saw the ingenuity of it all. Heero wouldn't have to trek up the ridiculously long, curving stairway (it was Quatre's brilliant idea to have it built like that), nor would he have to make his way past a maze of hallways and corridors to get to his room (again, it was Quat's insistence on having this maisonette modelled after his own home back on L4).

//One point for Yuy. None for Maxwell.//

Duo looked longingly at the opening of the hallway which led right to Heero's bedroom. He was really too bone-weary and too hot to climb those stupid stairs. And since every one of them had his own private bathroom installed in his room...Maybe he could use Heero's...the more Duo thought about it, the more logical he felt the entire idea was. Surely Heero wouldn't mind?

//He wouldn't. He'd just shoot you.//

Oh yeah, that man and his nasty trigger-happy ways.

Too late. Deed before thought, Duo was already leaping up and away from the couch, mind fixated on only one thing - the promised bath.

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Heero's room was almost a complete reflection of his own self. Pristine, practical and well, perfect. The entire decor was in black and white. Sheer white curtains, black shelves, white cabinets, black table, black chair with a small white cushion on it, and a huge bed with black satin sheets.

Duo raised a jaunty chestnut brow. All of them had moved in one after another four months ago, and this was but the first time Duo had gotten this close a look at Heero's room. The Japanese man was intensely private. But Duo certainly did not remember seeing this huge monster of a bed before. Why did Heero need such a large one for? Not like he rolled around a lot or something (Duo could vouch for that since he shared a room with Heero when they were still pilots). And *black satin sheets*!

The American shrugged and turned around to check out the rest of the room. His sharp eyes caught sight of something sitting innocuously on a tiny glass table a few feet away from the bed. And now, Duo was really thrown off. Yep, his eyes were seeing right - he was looking right at a small potted plant. Oh, nothing special, you think. Except Heero Yuy simply don't do trivialities. Everything in his life served a purpose, had a meaning. And this little pot of reddish gold - a pretty, well-kept thing with tiny star-shaped leaves - seemed to signify neither.

By now, Duo's interest had subtly shifted from a bathtub, to the mystery that was Heero Yuy's room. Even though there was a slight chance he might pay his life for this, Duo forged ahead. He's got to explore those large white louvred doors next!

Ohh...Duo's eyes bugged as he pulled them open. Heero Yuy had a walk-in wardrobe! Duo shook his head in amazement as he did a twirl in the wardrobe. //Damn, it's huge!// And almost completely filled with outfits. Some were new, still in their wrappings. Others, most of them, had been worn before. Duo grinned as he racked through one partition. Formal suits. Oh, he knew from whom Heero had gotten these. Relena Peacecraft, of course. To attend her numerous functions, balls and meetings as her personal bodyguard. Eww...he wondered how the hell Heero could stand attending those stuffy -

His ears pricked even before they had registered the sounds. Noises.

Footsteps.

//Shit!//

Duo leapt for the wardrobe doors, just managing to shut them before the door to Heero's room burst open. Duo cursed his luck. Heero was supposed to be at another of Relena's parties! And certainly not supposed to be back until at least twelve midnight. It had to be only six in the evening right now. Heero was early by *six* hours. //Shit, shit, shit.//

The door slammed shut.

Duo held his breath, wishing he could hold his heartbeat as well. It was thumping so loudly! If Heero ever discovered Duo in his wardrobe, Duo wouldn't even *have* a heartbeat anymore!

Footsteps *in* the room now.

Duo listened intently. Heero was not alone. Making his every movement as soundless as possible, Duo stuck his eyes to one of the gaps of the louvred door and peered outside. He could *just* see Heero standing near the door, facing someone (couldn't see who it was). And from the looks of it, Heero indeed had been at a Relena party. He wore a white dress shirt and neatly-pressed black pants. And also judging by the looks of it, the man once known as the Perfect Soldier was not in a good mood.

"Why were you there?" Duo saw and heard Heero snap.

Oohhh...Duo's eyes widened. Heero sounded positively livid.

"Explain." Heero's normally level, nasal tone had risen sharply.

Duo felt for the faceless someone on the receiving end of Heero's ire. The effect of that icy, cobalt death glare boring right through you could be a nightmarish experience. Duo tried to think up a list of possible candidates who could withstand that icy wrath and maybe even deflect it. There was Zechs of course; the Sankian prince feared no one except for Noin's nagging...and Trowa maybe...and -

And Chang Wufei.

It wasn't his mind speaking. It was his eyes *seeing*.

For the mysterious one had abruptly stepped into Duo's line of vision. And yes, it really was the Chinese man! There was no mistaking that Mandarin pantsuit, even if it was dark blue and not the usual white. There was also no way Duo could miss that raven hair, tied up in its usual constricting ponytail. But, wasn't Wufei supposed to be on a Preventers mission somewhere far away?

Now, Duo could feel his brain going on overdrive. Why the hell was Heero so angry with Wufei? Duo knew there always a strange tension between the former 01 and 05 pilots ever since the Mariemeia War, but he didn't know it had gotten as bad as this. Goodness, it couldn't possibly have anything to do with Relena? Are they fighting over *her*?! Rather impossible since Wufei couldn't tolerate almost all women. But Heero *did* say something along the lines of 'why were you there'! So, maybe Wufei showed up at the party and charmed the boots off the Queen of the World?

The thought was so hilarious Duo only *just* managed not to giggle out loud.

Duo kept his eyes peeled to the action before him, all thoughts of a bath (what bath?) chucked out of the window.

Wufei flashed a darkly scowling Heero a cursory glance, before sidestepping him and heading for the tiny potted plant. He stooped and lifted a hand to the exquisite ornamental plant, tenderly brushing his fingers along the bright leaves.

"You've been taking good care of this." He said. "Bonsai's very hard to keep."

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Oh, so it's called a bonsai and it actually belonged to Wufei. Duo registered that nugget of information.

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Heero crossed the room in swift strides and snatched at the caramel hand, completely enveloping it in his larger one. He tugged Wufei close and glared down his nose at the shorter Chinese man. "What were you doing at Relena's party? I will not repeat myself, Chang."

"I was invited." Wufei said quietly, unfazed by Heero's proximity. He narrowed the already scant distance between their faces, brazenly peering up into cobalt fire. "By Jake Cantworth Jr."

Cantworth? Duo raked through his memory bank. The Cantworth Foundation! One of the larger pacifist organisations supporting Relena's cause. Jake Cantworth Jr. An image of a tall, dark, handsome young man was brought to Duo's mind.

For some reason, Wufei's reply only seemed to incense Heero even further. Duo watched with bated breath, as two pairs of eyes, one an intense cobalt and its counterpart an equally piercing obsidian, lanced into each other.

Then, Wufei did something that made Duo's eyes bulge. Slowly, deliberately, the Chinese man *smiled* up at other's rigid, handsome face. Not the 'C'mon-Heero-calm-down' type; but the in-your-face, meant to provoke almost-smirk. The raven-haired man brought up his free hand and flitted his fingers over Heero's collar.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Is the great Heero Yuy losing his cool?" He said as if he were admonishing a young child. "Think of your reputation, Mr Bodyguard." With that, he walked away and sat himself primly on the edge of the king-sized bed, eyeing Heero through mocking, obsidian flints.

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Duo felt like hooting. He knew he was beaten. If anyone thought Duo was the one who came up with the fastest methods of getting a rise outta Heero, they were dead wrong. It's hands down to Chang Wufei. Duo mentally rewrote the scoreboard.

//Five to Chang. Nil to Yuy. Two to Maxwell for catching this moment.// Duo grinned to himself and added his own commentator's speech.

//Ladies and gentlemen, keep your eyes open for never-seen-before footage from the Preventers/Gundam files! A bedroom showdown between our two most ferocious fighters. On my right, we have Heeeeerrrrrroooo Yuy! The Perfect Soldier, the man whose hobbies include self-destruction! And on the left, is our Soooooolitary Dragon, Chang Wufei, the descendant of the Dragon clan! Would - //

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Heero pounced - a blur of white, black and brown - before Duo could finish his mental ramblings. But Wufei had obviously anticipated that. The agile Chinese man twisted his body at the last moment, swinging his legs onto the bed and rolling across the satin sheets. Heero was right after him, clambering with reflexes faster than a normal man's. His arm shot out, hooking around a slender blue-clad waist before the Chinese man could roll off the bed.

Hissing, Wufei tried to struggle into a more advantageous position but Heero was fast pinning his thrashing limbs into the rumpled sheets. The Chinese man bucked, throwing the other slightly off balance, and scooted his lithe body backwards.

Undaunted, the Japanese man lunged, capturing a small ankle in a vice-like grip and dragging the struggling spitfire away from the ornate headboard.

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Craning his neck this way and that - damn those stupid louvres, it's so hard to see out of them - Duo tried to decipher the action. All he could see was a whirl of limbs and flying hair. Wufei was a terror when it came to nifty martial arts moves or the sabre, but Heero had steel of strength and sheer will to boot. They were evenly matched.

Duo felt himself torn between the two sides. Should he lay the bets on Heero? Or Wufei? He chewed on his bottom lip, undecided.

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The massive bed shook, legs creaking in protest, as the two men wrestled wildly atop it, each trying to out-manoeuvre the other. Bodies twisted, rolled, bucked, thrashed.

When the smoke lifted from the fight, it was Heero who emerged victorious. He was on his hands and knees, dress shirt completely untucked and crumpled, and panting heavily as he peered down triumphantly at his vanquished foe.

Lying on his back, Wufei was also breathing in ragged gasps, for the moment unable to display any of his usual snappy temper. His wrists were trapped under Heero's hands and held away from his head, and his legs locked in place by Heero's knees. He blinked up at Heero, just watching quietly, waiting.

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Violet eyes widened in comical dismay. Aw, fuck! He should have stuck to his instincts and betted on Heero. But even as he eagerly drank in the action, a slow burn of apprehension began to worm its way into his guts. Heero...well, Heero looked like he was ready to tear the slender form pinioned under him into pieces.

//Ok,// he decided, //if Heero really tries anything homicidal, I'd jump out and try to save Wuffie.//

//Ok, save both Wuffie, and myself.//

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Gleaming cobalt eyes roved over the exquisite beauty that lay surrendered to their scrutiny. The midnight hair, unleashed by a snapped hair tie, fanning an elfin face of huge, onyx eyes framed with a sooty fringe of lashes, fine cheekbones and a pursed, lush mouth. So very pretty - a word only Heero dared to use on the prickly Chinese beauty.

Lowering his head, Heero nuzzled against Wufei's damp forehead, inhaling the musky male scent overlaid with the saltiness of sweat. He lingered over the delicate nose bridge, before turning his mouth to nip wet kisses across a flushed cheek. The petite, firm body shivered; the only indication that the Chinese man could very much feel those heated lips claiming possession. Heero tongued a small bronze ear, taking the delicate lobe into his mouth and sucking it lightly.

"Yield, Ryuu?" He breathed into the ear.

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//What. The. Fuck?!//

Duo nearly knocked his head into the louvres. He grabbed blindly for his braid and stuffed the end into his mouth to keep from shrieking. //No way! It can't possibly...// No way Heero and Wufei were into each other like that!

They were supposed TO BE STRAIGHT!

But-but-but- he had just seen them. Seen, well, seen Heero use his freaking *tongue* on Wufei's face!

Duo felt like he had been ran over by a Gundam.

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Wufei's wrists grated ineffectually against their prison as he fought to stay in control. "Never." He bit out harshly.

"Never?" Heero raised an eyebrow. Oh, so his Dragon was going to do it this way? Heero nuzzled his way down a tender jawline, pressing biting kisses on the soft skin. He heard the hitch in breathing and smirked. Descending upon the slender, taut arc of neck, he alternated between sucks and kisses until he reached the throb, the pulse point. Clamping his mouth over it, Heero sucked hard, using both teeth and lips.

Wufei arched wildly, a gasp escaping his throat. His body trembled beneath Heero's. Damn Yuy! He cursed as he turned his head desperately. Damn Yuy for knowing that weakness and exploiting it!

Heero growled and broke his punishing lovebite to roughly kiss the rest of that graceful neck. Whimpering, Wufei rolled his head back mindlessly, baring more of his neck to Heero's assault.

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Duo was still shaking his head like a broken automated toy. He couldn't believe it, couldn't believe it, couldn't fucking believe it! How long had Wufei and Heero been keeping this from the rest of them? Damn! Duo had to admit his pride was more than wounded. He considered both Asian men as his closest friends and they had been hiding *this* from him?! He felt like decking them both! Then decking them AGAIN!

He also felt like screaming.

Heero with his head buried in Wufei's neck and drawing such exquisite moans and cries from the Chinese was the most erotic sight Duo had ever seen.

A sharp, and totally errant, throb in his groin illustrated that point.

//Oh shit.// Duo shrank miserably into himself as he began to feel the heat of arousal in his loins. He couldn't look away from the delightfully sinful sight before him; but he also couldn't afford to do anything funky in Heero's goddamned wardrobe!

Oh, wonderful dilemma.

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Heero kissed his way up to a pert chin, then crushed his mouth against Wufei's full lips, hard enough to bruise. He ate at the sweet mouth, plundering its silky folds, sliding his tongue along the bottom swell before thrusting inside the moist cavern. Oh Gods, so sweet. He'd never get tired of tasting it. Wufei's tongue duelled briefly with his own, before submitting and allowing Heero to dominate the kiss completely. Soft sighs were swallowed up by the Japanese man's insistent mouth. Waves of pleasure broke over both men, pooling in tightly-pressed groins, drawing muffled groans from them.

Pulling away abruptly, Heero dragged the almost-dainty wrists in his hands upwards above Wufei's dark head and crossed them. He clamped one hand over both wrists tightly. Then, he slid his free hand down the front of the Chinese man's dark-blue tunic, drawing his fingers slowly over the silky material, knowing the underlining was teasing sensitised skin beneath. He ran it up again, pausing at the little buttons, relishing the stuttered rise and fall of the toned chest under his touch.

Catching Wufei's gaze, he fisted the material and ripped it in one hard wrench.

Tiny buttons scattered around them, and the tunic fell open, revealing an expanse of smooth, toned caramel chest. Heero tugged the fabric off roughly. He raised his eyes, noting with some amusement Wufei's valiant attempts at regaining control. The heated throbbing between Heero's own legs was getting harder and harder to ignore, but he called upon years of mental training and concentrated on his immediate task at hand - shattering Wufei's self-resolve. He saw the pretty Chinese face grimace, even white teeth clamping tightly on swollen bottom lip.

//Oh, meditation, is it, Wufei?//

Heero closed his mouth on one dusky nipple, tongue laving and licking, teeth gently scraping the nub until it hardened. He circled its twin with his fingers, teasing with deft flicks and rolls. Wufei's slender form writhed in exquisite pleasure, moans and whimpers spilling like entreaties from kiss-swollen lips. Unrelenting, the cobalt-eyed man nuzzled down firm torso, working kisses and bites over each faint ridge of muscle, till his tongue reached the little indention on the firm belly, and dipped into it.

Trembling broke over the smooth caramel skin. "He...Heero..." Wufei moaned feverishly.

A fawn hand ran up the length of Wufei's leg, burning a trail over silk-clad skin. It slid down the inner thigh and cupped the hardening bulge between Wufei's legs. A mewl of shocked pleasure burst from Wufei, the dark-haired man almost arching off the bed. Heero kept tasting and kissing the sweet caramel skin of Wufei's writhing torso, his hand squeezing and kneading the heated mound in dragging strokes, feeling it stiffen in his grasp.

"Uhhnnn..." Wufei whined brokenly. "Heeerrooo...please!"

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//Heero dammit!//

Duo was ready to tear out his braid in wretchedness. His groin was throbbing more and more fiercely with every mewl Wufei made, every stroke of hand as Heero worked the Chinese man's clothed member. Gods, Duo felt like he was gonna burst!
Worse, he hadn't gotten laid in weeks, and all this - fucking pants and groans and little cries from those two gorgeous Asian men right on the other side of these louvres - was steadily driving him to insanity.

Violet eyes watched the toe-curling display of ultimate eroticism with rising hunger. //God, is this foreplay never going to end?!// Duo bit down hard on his lip to stifle a groan.

He was witnessing a torturous seduction of one of the most stubborn men in the world, by one of the most persistent.

Wringing his braid in despair, he dug his fingernails into the rough material of his Preventers issued uniform pants, praying hard Heero would just get down to things and finish Wufei (and Duo) quickly.

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Heero stopped his ministrations and raised his head to peer down at Wufei. "Yes?" There was a certain quiet smugness in his monotone.

Wufei lifted heavy-lidded onyx eyes. His lips were trembling, forming words that at first, simply refused to sound. Finally, he bit out hoarsely. "Yield!"

A decidedly evil glint stole into cobalt eyes as Heero lifted himself and moved off the bed. The move was unexpected. Clearly confused, Wufei's dark head lifted from the pile of pillows, his desire-hazed obsidian eyes following Heero uncertainly.

"Heero?" No more than a whisper, a soft query.

The Japanese did not answer. Instead, he began unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes did not leave Wufei's half-dressed form. Heero's fingers were shaking a little. His whole body felt like it was on fire; a burning that never failed to engulf him whenever he was with Wufei. For never had Heero met anyone that was such an equal match to himself. And this made Heero want, and gradually *need* to possess the Dragon, drawn to its fieriness like how a moth is drawn to a candle flame's burning depths.

And what made his need even keener was that his beautiful Ryuu wanted this too. The flushed, half-naked form on the bed, rosy caramel against the black of satin sheets, painfully aroused from his ministrations. The huge, haunting sloe eyes gazing intently back at him. Needing Heero as much as the soldier needed him too.

He made short work of his clothes, finally standing before the bed, completely unabashed of his own nakedness. He bore no particular interest in his own form, but he did not detest any part of himself either. He had grown since the end of the War, just several inches under six feet now. His physique was still incredibly lean, saved from gauntness only by his broadened shoulders and rippling cords of sinew under his fawn skin. His legs, long like a runner's, were firmly muscled from calves, to slender thighs, to firm buttocks. His aroused manhood jutted up proudly.

Wufei lay back on the bed, eyes already the colour of ebony seemingly even darker as they drank in Heero's naked form with hungry eagerness. He moved to remove his own clothes, but stopped when a nasal voice whispered a command.

"Don't."

Heero clambered back onto the bed, stopping just at the foot. He reached up and curled his fingers around the drawstrings of Wufei's silk pants. A quick yank and the coils slithered free. Wufei watched him, breath held, shoulders quaking with suppressed longing. Heero was not going to make it easy for him.

Hooking his fingers onto the waistbands of both pants and the boxers underneath, Heero eased the thin materials over the sharp points of hips, and twin globes of firm ass, and finally pulled them free of slim copper legs. Heero let his gaze rake freely over his conquest, a predatory gleam in his eyes. So beautiful, his precious Dragon. He could feel his own groin tightening as he centred his gaze on the engorged erection revealed.

"Spread your legs." He whispered again.

Drawing in shaky breaths, Wufei complied, moving his legs apart, revealing himself completely to the other. He felt a barrage of emotions at that wanton move. There was mortification; that he could allow himself to be in such a compromising situation, to be made a figure of utter debauchment. But there was also trust...that he *could* allow Heero to do this.

Retrieving a tube from his pile of clothes, Heero uncapped it with his right hand. He settled himself between Wufei's splayed legs, lowering his head until it hovered just above the stiff, pulsing shaft. He curved the fingers of his left hand around the base of the thick length, holding it steady as his tongue began coating the smooth, bell-shaped tip with drenched licks. He slid the head past his lips, and suckled, beginning a torturous rhythm.

Wufei tossed his head back, mouth opening in a choked scream. Exquisite pleasure thrilled along his every vein, coursing faster and harder with every suck of Heero's hot, wet mouth. "Ahh...Heeerroo..." He sobbed harshly, reaching down a hand blindly, to grasp something, anything! His hand was batted away.

"Don't touch." Heero withdrew just enough to snap. Then, without warning, he clamped his lips around the head and drove them up the throbbing shaft.

"Oh God!" Wufei cried, back arched in an impossibly taut arc. The pleasure, white-hot, drowned him in thundering waves. His hands scrabbled at the sheets, fisting great handfuls of the slick-smooth material.

Hands braced against Wufei's thighs to hold them apart, Heero's head bobbed between them. His throat held Wufei's heated flesh in a vice-like grip, working it mercilessly. A hand left its grip to cradle the heavy sac, massaging it in slow, agonising rolls.

And Wufei cried out, clenching his eyes shut, unable to bear the sweet torture. He could feel it, as he was pushed higher and higher towards the pinnacle, that release was near...but oh Gods, with Heero it wouldn't end like this...And he sobbed, cursing that warm, wet pressure driving him towards the edge.

A sudden rush of cool air as Heero released his tortured erection. Obsidian eyes snapped open, wild with unfulfilled need, burning beneath tangles of equally dark hair, and out from a sweaty, tear-dampened face. Caramel skin trembled, still lost in fevered shivers of being pulled back so abruptly from completion.

"Heero..." Sweet begging.

"Shh." Heero moved up and kissed those swollen lips, as he reached beneath and slid a slickened finger into the tight pucker.

Wufei bucked, hips rocking upwards, soft whines quickly swallowed by Heero's mouth. A second finger. Soft kisses feathered over clenched eyelids. And a third. Pleading half-sobs hitched in the slender, copper throat. Heero stroked the dark head, brushing hair and tears away from flushed cheeks. He broke the kiss.

"Tell me what you want."

Damned this! How could Wufei answer? With Heero's fingers inside him, brushing against the one place that sent sparks of intense pleasure jolting over him, burning, rigid erection grating against his own straining arousal...

"I..." He managed between gasps, blanked mind clawing desperately at some coherency. "Take...take me! Heero, please!"

Heero growled low in his throat. This was what he needed to hear. Pulling out his fingers, he squeezed a large dollop of gel, trembling hand coating his erection with it and managing not to linger his own touch. Gods, Wufei wasn't the only one suffering. Heero guided the blunt tip of his sex to the puckered opening.

Wufei shut his eyes, fists tightening on the sheets, knuckles white. And he felt the hard head of Heero's shaft nudging at his entrance, pressing in, forcing groans out of both of them, as one struggled to penetrate the incredible tightness, and the other to relax against the intrusion. With a sudden burst, the slickened length slipped through, and Heero entered in one long thrust, burying himself to the hilt in Wufei's body.

They lay like this; Wufei clinging onto broad, sweat-slicked shoulders with trembling, desperate hands, Heero with the last brace of effort to rein in his need, the mindless want to ravage, to consume this beautiful creature in his possession. But he held himself, the strain rippling through his taut body. Letting the agony of penetration ebb, and Wufei's pained gasps to slowly cease, before obsidian orbs opened into slits and riveted on him, then he moved. Deep, slow thrusts at first, drawing out the sensations, till his last barriers crumbled. Pistoning back and forth, Heero's hips moved of their own accord, dictated by primal need, thrusting with abandon.

A cry tore from Wufei's throat. A dual-edged sword, pain and pleasure, slicing through him. Stroking something again and again to send rockets of electrifying pleasure pulsing through his every nerve, and break him into a million pieces. His legs curled around Heero's waist, hips surging up to meet each heavy stroke, aching erection trapped between their heaving bodies, friction so unbearable, sparking bursts of pleasure to fuse with the coiling tightness in his insides.

And suddenly, he was falling. Wufei's body snapped up like a wrenched bow, head thrown back one last time, and a scream marked his climax, as thick hot wetness spurted between their stomachs. His spasming body clenched hard around Heero's length and with one last deep thrust, the Japanese man came, shuddering inside Wufei's body, muffling his cry against hot, sweaty copper skin.

Heero collapsed atop Wufei, unable to summon any strength to roll off. Both men taking in ragged gasps of air. Just trying to remember how to breathe, waiting for the room to stop spinning. Lazily, grunting with effort and softening erection still buried inside Wufei, Heero half-twisted to one side, spooning the Chinese man's back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around the boneless caramel form, and twined his legs around Wufei's darker-skinned ones.

"Heero."

"Hn?" Heero murmured, his voice husky and raspy from sated pleasure. He nuzzled his nose against the back of one small, copper ear.

Wufei shivered, turning his cheek to meet those nuzzling kisses. "Shower." He reminded Heero.

"Later."

Wufei waited until Heero was lost in their searing kiss, before pulling away and sitting up abruptly. "Now." He said firmly, already slipping off the bed and heading towards the bathroom.

Heero stared after his lover, then gave in with a snort. There was no way around it. And to be honest, morning-after dried fluids were a very unpleasant matter. Padding silently into the bathroom, he shut the door behind him with a click.

Sounds of running water echoed from the bathroom.

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A moment of peace hung in the heavy, still air of the black and white bedroom.

Then, cautiously, carefully, innocent-looking louvred white doors to the side of the bedroom inched open. A chestnut head popped into the open and wide, violet eyes scanned the surroundings.

//Good, they're bathing right now. My time to get the hell outta here.//

Duo eased his quivering, lanky body out of the wardrobe and tiptoed towards the bedroom door. He turned the knob slowly, noiselessly, and pulled open the door. It was not until he was totally out of the room and had shut the door behind him that he sprinted like quicksilver up the stairs and back to his own room.

He got in, slammed his door shut and sank against the wood with a groan. What an evening it had been! Starting off with perfectly innocent thoughts of getting a bath, to getting trapped behind someone's wardrobe, to getting bombed by the revelation that his two closest friends were screwing each other -

No wait. That didn't sound right.

Duo's overworked mind made one last attempt at some logical thought. Heero and Wufei weren't *just* screwing each other. There seemed to be something deeper binding them together.

Uh, binding.

Unbidden, flashes of creamy fawn, and caramel skin meshing against each other, flowing like liquid on those black satin sheets, sounds of Wufei's moans and Heero's growls, all came flooding back into Duo's mind. He thumped the back of his head against the door. There was no way in hell he could look at either in the eye for at least a *week* now! At least, not without entertaining naughty thoughts at the same time.

He glanced down guiltily at the wet spot staining the front of his pants. Back in the wardrobe, he could finally stand it no longer and pleasured himself to the rhythmic grinds of moving flesh from outside. He really couldn't help it! After all, he was a healthy, hot-blooded eighteen year-old homosexual male and - And Wufei did look so fuckable and Heero's dominance was such a turn-on.

And both of them rolling on that huge bed.

Gods, he needed to get laid! And very, very soon! Duo sprang to his feet and yanked open his closet. That's it! He'd go clubbing tonight and maybe he'd get lucky.

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Wufei's head lifted when he heard a crash from somewhere on the second floor. "Who's that?" He gasped. Could there be someone already in the house when he and Heero were...were...But he had checked the maisonette to make sure no one was home!

"Maybe Duo just got back." Heero suggested after a pause as he soaped down Wufei's body. He ran a teasing finger down the cleft between smooth buttocks.

Wufei yelped and nearly slipped on the wet flooring."Stop it, Yuy! Didn't you enjoy yourself enough just now?"

"Myself?" Heero blinked, completely straight-faced. "If I recalled correctly, you were the one screaming and gyrating around on the bed." A dark brown brow lifted and gleaming cobalt eyes tracked deliberately over the other's golden-skinned, utterly delectable body.

Wufei's bottom lip stuck out petulantly, an expression much too adorable on the prickly, eighteen-year old man that he was. "You're hopeless, Heero Yuy."

Heero just grinned, pulled his lover flush against his own wet body, and kissed the pouting mouth.

A smirk lit up knowing, cobalt eyes as they travelled up to focus on the ceiling.

//Two points, Yuy.//

//Zilch, Maxwell.//

*~ fin ~*~
January 2003