Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sunday Morning Fun ❯ One-Shot

Sunday Morning Fun

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Pairing : 1x5x1, (3x4, 6x2)
Rating : NC-17
Warnings : Yaoi, fluff, lemon, possible OOC, PWP-ish, sap
Disclaimer : Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu and Sunrise, NOT ME.

Summary : It's a Sunday morning and all the guys are at home. Heero is determined to sleep in - he deserves his goddamned rest! But what happens when Wufei is just as determined to get him to play…? ^_^

A/N : Went a little wild with the characterisation…but all for the sake of some fluff and fun with 1x5. Hope you'd like it! And feedback is always appreciated. Thanks!

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"Heero…Heero?"

"Hmm…"

"Heero."

"Hn…"

"Yuy!"

Silence.

"Heero Yuy!"

Even more silent silence.

Muttering under his breath, Chang Wufei glared crossly at his sleeping lover. Sleeping was a gross understatement. Comatose was more like it! He'd never understand Heero Yuy's mentality! Every day of the week up to Saturday, Heero would get up punctually at six, rain or shine, scorching summer or freezing winter, Duo cooking for the day or Trowa baby-sitting the neighbour's Rottweilers or Quatre's turn at choosing the television programmes.

Yet on Sunday - and at this thought, Wufei glared even more crossly at the other man - Heero simply refused to wake up until after ten.

There was no logic at all to that habit! At least, not the way Wufei saw it! He did *vaguely* recall Heero's explanation - something about needing to repay that sleep debt. It had been such a ludicrous reason that Wufei had simply let it into one ear and out of the other. On hindsight, maybe it wasn't exactly ludicrous…but it definitely wasn't to Wufei's liking.

Longingly, Wufei stared out of the large window where the early morning sunlight of the loveliest rose-gold shades streamed in. It was eight, the perfect time for either a walk…or something more enjoyable. Wufei had a secret want - to spend the sunrise awake with his lover, just soaking in each other's presence. It was so embarrassingly sappy, he knew, but it was an indulgence that he had been denied week after week, and counting.

Well, sunrise was over, and his screwed-up walking timetable of a lover was still asleep.

Wufei felt his mood plummet as he gazed sullenly at Heero. Or, whatever could be seen of that man. In his attempt to shut out Wufei, Heero had just about burrowed into the mattress itself, completely lost under the pile of blankets and pillows. All that hinted at the presence of a very-much-alive Japanese youth under the covers was an odd-shaped lump.

There were two things Wufei could do now. One - leave the man alone and go through his daily exercises by himself. Or two - wake Heero up.

He thought long and hard about it, then he was off the bed and out of the door.

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The pale yellow fruit disappeared into the pink mouth, then it was retracted, slowly, its wrinkly surface savoured by sensuously full lips…all without the teeth breaking the tender flesh. And the whole process was repeated, again…and again, and again.

Quatre Winner began muttering under his breath. It was an evil habit, totally unbecoming, but there was nothing else he could do…unless you count his uncomfortable shifting in his chair. He had a pile of documents positioned before him, all ready for his perusal, and yet he found his eyes increasingly drawn to *that* mouth. His mind took a little tumble into the gutter, imaging those lips around his - his -

Groaning inwardly, Quatre tried to nail his attention back on the documents. It was vital he got through them, never mind it was a Sunday morning. If he didn't start now, he'd never finish it by work tomorrow.

That *was* the plan.

Cerulean eyes wandered without bidding for the umpteenth time, and this time, Quatre's mouth dropped open. Allah…you'd never how a damned fruit can be so arousing.

The tongue had begun its work, sweeping the whole stem to the tip, and down the other side until it was all covered with thorough, wet licks.

"Trowa Barton," Quatre's usually high tenor was practically two octaves lower.

Without further word, Quatre stood up from his seat and stalked resolutely towards the russet-haired youth just ten feet away. Quatre stopped abruptly before his lover and looked up, gazing solemnly at the European.

"I do believe," Quatre continued, his eyes never leaving Trowa's verdant one. "That there are better oratory activities for you than that."

The slight raise of dark brown eyebrow said all there was to be said.

Reaching up, Quatre cupped the back of Trowa's head and tugged him down. Their mouths met clumsily, then melded together in delicious friction. Oh, this kiss alone was worth all those days of abstinence, Quatre thought light-headedly as he felt Trowa's hands circling his waist, hauling him even closer.

The sudden commotion made them both jump.

Gasping, Quatre wrenched himself away. What in Allah's name was that?! Breathing heavily, Trowa was looking just as lost as he. They whipped around, just in time to catch the deafening crash of the closing refrigerator door and a quick flash of brown and black before the intruder disappeared out of the kitchen.

"Wufei?" Trowa said.

Wufei who? Quatre dismissed it. All he could think of now was the pale, long and very toned body under his lover's turtleneck shirt. "We shall ignore that," he declared, resettling himself against Trowa and feeling their heat of their mutual desire under their clothes.

The single verdant eye visible under Trowa's long bang darkened with need. Obligingly, Trowa cupped the Arabian's face before lowering his face. This one was just as good, Quatre had enough time to decide as for the second time, he began to shed all his awareness of the surroundings in the tenderness of their kiss.

"Oh c'mon, not the *kitchen*, guys."

And for the second time, Quatre felt like screaming. However, he took his time pulling away, making sure he snuck in one last taste of his lover's mouth before he did. Then, calmly, he turned around in Trowa's embrace so they both faced the latest interruption.

Duo Maxwell was leaning against the refrigerator, a grin playing on his heart-shaped face. "Oh, but I'm not complaining. Not really, anyway. Do continue." He waved one hand in a patronising fashion.

"You don't have a right to complain," Quatre shot back stiffly. "You and your Zechsy do it in the kitchen all the time, and we *never* complained."

Duo stuck his tongue out. "Sure you never! All you do is give me the Look for a week!"

The corners of Quatre's lips turned down in disapproval. "The chocolate sauce, Mr Maxwell," he said even more rigidly. "Was for *eating*."

"Oh, we ate it," Duo lowered his gaze so his eyes peered out in leering, violet slits. "Just off each other's - "

"Thank you, that's enough," Quatre cut him off dryly.

Shrugging, Duo un-plastered himself from his stand and yanked open the refrigerator door.

Feeling decidedly washed out now, Quatre turned and shared a look of resignation with his lover. There was no standing between Duo and his food. Quatre sighed and thought about those documents again. Looks like he'd be returning to them sooner than he had thought. His earlier arousal had just about plunged to below zilch, and so had Trowa's, he guessed sourly.

That was the main reason why the following wail from Duo hardly drew their attention. That American's behaviour could get theatrical at times.

"What the hell happened to my strawberries and cream?! They were *just* there!"

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Hmm…Wufei cast a critical eye over his borrowed weapons. No, borrowed was not the correct word. They were *stolen*, and blatantly so. Did he - should he feel guilty about it? Wufei held them up and inspected them carefully. A tiny grin lit up his face.

No.

Now, the first and his arsenal. He cradled the long, tube in his hand; the metallic surface cool under his skin. Then, he turned his head to stare at the dead lump that was his lover. With a stealth that was admittedly, somewhat improved from lessons by the master Duo Maxwell himself, he began carefully easing the mountain of bed accessories off his lover. The pillows, the covers, the blankets...all piece by piece and without drawing a stir from Heero.

Finally all that was left was a filmy excuse of a sheet separating his gaze from Heero's body. Wufei's eyes gleamed as he studied that long, rippling form under the silk, admiring how the feather-light material accentuated every angle, dip and curve.

Jaw set in grim determination, Wufei hooked his fingers under the hem, then drew the sheet down. It felt like a striptease, except Wufei was the one doing the stripping, and admittedly feeling rather pleased about it. He felt his throat going a little dry as his gaze eagerly followed the unveiling of broad, golden shoulders, the little valley between the sharp shoulder blades, down the strong, muscular back…he stopped at the dip where the small of the back would rise into the swell of buttocks.

That would be his dessert.

Unconsciously, he licked his lips. Yet he still hesitated, now feeling a tiny bit guilty. Heero and he had an agreement, and that was to respect each other's personal space…and time. A frown gathered on elfin features as Wufei realised quite clearly that he was breaking rules by doing this. Then he started reasoning with himself. Running down his self-justifying checklist, he began mentally ticking it. Was he wrong in thinking that Heero was wasting one fine morning? No. In that case, was he wrong in trying to wake Heero up? No.

Settled.

Shifting until he was lying on his stomach, Wufei propped himself up on his elbows so he was leaning over Heero's naked back. It was really a blessing Heero was a minimalist by nature - clothes were unnecessary in bed. Then he shook the can, hearing the swishing noises inside with a certain measure of satisfaction. Positioning the nozzle, he depressed it and a glob of cream shot out. The coldness must be startling, for it enticed a murmur from Heero.

Wufei could hardly care less.

The effect of stark white cream over golden skin was…he shifted uncomfortably, groaning mentally at his body's betrayal. He wasn't supposed to be getting aroused - yet! But the cream did make Heero look good enough to eat!

Dipping his finger into the cream, he swirled it around, drawing patterns on the skin. Then he lowered his mouth, and his tongue darted out to take a tentative lick. Sweet. Using both laving tongue and lips, he sucked and licked his way over the white and golden trails, the skin firm and supple in his mouth, the taste clean yet overlaid with Heero's musky scent.

Once the cream was mostly gone, Wufei raised his head, surveying his meal. His attentions had left nice red marks on Heero's back - all rosy red on white-speckled gold. He gifted Heero a glance, and noted wryly that the Japanese man had buried his head under a large pillow, whether in an attempt to ignore Wufei or a move done in the unconsciousness of sleep, it didn't deter Wufei one bit.

This time, he squirted even more cream over Heero, generously spreading it over the wide expanse of back. Even if Heero was determined not to respond, he was just as determined to get what he wanted. And anything Wufei had set on achieving, he achieved. Perfect Soldier notwithstanding. He played his finger over the cream, writing out his surname with thick strokes.

The large Chinese character showed through the fluffy whiteness covered the top half of Heero's back. Bending over, he licked away the edges which had started to dribble, smiling to himself when he felt a small tremor through Heero. Ah, it was working already.

He wrote the first character of his first name on the small of the back. The number five; his numerical representation; him stamping his authority on this man.

Now the last character.

Gaze hungry, Wufei peeled the silk off Heero's lower body, revealing what the spandex of the past had always failed to hide. Smooth globes of tight, firm ass as delectable as the rest of the even tighter body.

His fingers began to shake as he fought to control the can, *and* his reacting body. He looked down at himself, letting slip a moan as his hardening arousal rubbed against the sheets. But he refused to even *think* of relieving his own hunger. He was playing with Heero - not himself!

He sighed when the last character went completely awry as the cream slipped between golden ass cheeks. Now he had to clean it up. He shoved aside the last bit of his hesitation, then carefully slipped his tongue into the cleft, just a little to tickle, tracing the entire rounded swell of buttocks. Beneath his mouth, he felt Heero actually shiver and the unnatural stilling of that telltale quiver. Ho…so Heero was fully awake and trying to resist.

Wufei was done playing. He withdrew his tongue, instead focusing on the globe of flesh nearest to his mouth. He pressed feathery kisses on it, knowing he was probably driving Heero mad now. Not many people knew Heero loved being touched…*everywhere*. His kisses turned wet with little sucks and nips and he had the satisfaction of feeling Heero's body shudder under him. Teeth scoring over the smooth skin, he dented the supple flesh, just a little taste of things to come.

Then he smirked and bit down hard.

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Duo entered the room silently, his movements so stealthy he seemed more shadow than human. It was just as well…otherwise he'd never had the chance to see his normally stern and guarded lover looking so casual.

Completely nude, Milliardo Peacecraft was reclined comfortable on the bed, his back propped up against a pile of pillows, a book cradled in his hands.

Very much enjoying the view, Duo started with the feet, crossed at the ankles, sweeping up to calves and thighs that somehow had looked graceful even muscled as they were. His gaze paused at the crux between those long legs. He couldn't see much, just a glimpse of a very well-endowed package indeed tucked between crossed thighs. Then it was up to a trim, almost slender waist, and the barrelled chest covered by a fall of long white-blonde hair burnished by the rays of the morning sunlight.

Duo thought of his own butt-long hair and had to smile. Some people had the good sense to ask if they had fallen in love with each other's hair first. And to that, Duo had always retorted that it was *actually* his left eye which fell in love with Zechs' right eye first. A stupid answer to a stupid question.

"How long do you plan on standing there?"

"Oh I don't know…" Duo replied smoothly, cocking his hands on his hips. "Want me to join you?"

Ice-blue eyes twinkled as Zechs straightened himself lazily, body moving like one smooth ripple of alabaster. He uncrossed his legs, drawing one up and resting his arm on it, the very picture of a gorgeously nude blonde god.

Duo swallowed.

"If you please?" Zechs said in those formal tones he used when he wanted his way without having to beg for it.

Well, it always worked.

Grinning, Duo reached a hand towards the knot on his robe.

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Without warning, Heero rose and turned, tipping Wufei over as he did so. Snarling and obviously angered, he reached down and drew the culprit up by the arms. "What were you doing?" Heero demanded, his words practically punched through his teeth.

For just the briefest moment which proved Wufei was actually able to feel remorse, the Chinese youth looked sorry. But it was gone in a split-second, the apparent guilt replaced by rising petulance. "I was just trying to get you up," he said, all his self-righteousness intact.

"We had an agreement," Heero reminded him icily, eyes narrowing into stern, Prussian blue chips. "I expected you to honour it."

At the mention of that 'h' word, Wufei's face flushed bright red. Onyx eyes darted furtively to Heero's torso, and then darted as quickly away as though Wufei would rather not think about certain things.

Heero however, was clearly thinking about it. He turned his upper body, trying to see just the kind of vandalism Wufei had performed on him. Cream. So that was what had chilled his skin earlier. Even now, the evidence of Wufei's misdemeanour was apparent in the white flecks of cream still smeared around his lips. Heero glanced down, vaguely bemused to see the can still clutched tightly in a defiant copper fist, and more interestingly Wufei's state of undress - he was as bare as a newborn babe.

"The morning is nice," Wufei spoke up suddenly, sounding very small to Heero's ears. "I thought…we could spend it…"

The Japanese youth raised an eyebrow as he studied the little nuances on his lover's face. Only the slightest downturn of the curving mouth hinted at any apology that might be running through Wufei's head right now.

Heero kept his expression furious however, just to keep his wilful lover unhappy for longer. Certainly Wufei deserved his wrath, even if he was clearly not ready to apologise for incurring it. The little punishment aside however, Heero was already thinking back to how *good* his lover's tongue had felt on him. He stared at Wufei's lips, now with the bottom one poking out stubbornly. That fiery temperament was acting up again.

Heero tracked his gaze around, finally settling on the little basket to one side of the huge bed. He eyed the scarlet fruit held in the basket. It could help him. Reaching a hand towards the basket and aware of obsidian eyes following his move, he snagged one strawberry. That deep, black gaze followed him as he placed the fruit in his mouth, holding it between his teeth.

Cupping the back of Wufei's head, he pulled the copper face close to his own. He offered the fruit, nuzzling against caramel lips and was not surprised when Wufei resisted, even trying to turn away. It was but token resistance, of course. Heero worked on it a little more, rubbing the silken hair in his fingers, smoothing it, dragging his fingers soothingly over the scalp, and true enough, his Chinese lover surrendered his mouth.

The fruit was passed between lips, and teeth, crushed, its sweet juices spilling over tongues and silken inner dips and folds. Made sweeter by the delicately fragrant taste, their kiss deepened, tongues coming into duel, mouths crushing together. They were both breathless when they parted. Even as the room echoed with their ragged breaths, the shift in the mood, the thickening of the air, were keenly felt by them both.

Leaning back to settle himself on his elbows, all in unhurried grace that starkly belied his losing control, Heero stared at his lover's full, reddened lips, already imagining himself in that pretty mouth. A gentle nudge with his hand still at Wufei's raven head, and the Chinese youth understood. Heero had the pleasure of seeing his lover's caramel-skinned body slinking down his own on all fours; Wufei turning almost feline as he lowered his head between Heero's legs, small pink tongue darting out. Heero fought the urge to groan as that tongue, teasingly familiar in its cunning, swept his stiffening member in long, dragging licks.

It was sheer erotic fascination - those velvet, sloe eyes that watched him so intensely and almost defiantly even when Wufei's willingness in pleasuring him spelled sweet and complete acquiescence.

Heero threw his head back when the wet warmth around him disappeared and was replaced by stinging chill. The cream again…he opened his eyes in time to see his rock-hard erection lathered by both cream and mouth; the deliberate teasing with casual fondling and half-hearted stroking fast reducing him to a pathetic mass of quivers. Heero ground his teeth in frustration, watching his cock disappear into smirking mouth, then released just when it was getting good.

"Get over here," he finally hissed, prodding his lover's pert ass with his foot.

In all obedience, Wufei moved as told, helped along by large, callused hands hauling him by the hips. Heero arranged those copper, muscled legs around his head. Down south, he felt the hesitating of Wufei's own administrations as if the Chinese youth was bracing himself.

Heero slid his hands over strong thighs, kneading them sensuously, every squeeze returning his own control shred by shred. Keeping one hand on Wufei, he wrapped his other around the heated flesh that swung temptingly just above him. A moan was wrenched from the raven head that still hovered at his crotch. Heero played with his toy. It was thicker than his own, but shorter…all good. He used his hand on the trembling thigh to ease Wufei down. Keeping a tight lock around the blunt head with his lips, his tongue squirmed around it, tracing along the veined flesh, flicking against the sensitive tip. The effect was instantaneous. He felt a sudden rush of air at his groin, and soft moans from his surrendering lover.

The tables had obviously turned, and rather in Heero's favour. He took a moment to adjust, then slowly pulled Wufei deeper into his mouth, sucking hard, throat and mouth working in tandem to force the rhythm that left Wufei squirming above him, hips jerking in helpless thrusts.

A tumble of stifled whimpers from Wufei was enough signal to Heero that it wouldn't be long now. Reassuring his lover with sweeping caresses over his thighs, Heero backed off a little, letting Wufei seize the pace towards his own completion. The body under Heero's palms seemed almost feverish, and he soothed it, running his hands over every inch of skin he could reach.

A sudden, almost startled cry from Wufei and thick warmth flooded Heero's mouth. He swallowed hard, coaxing with deep sucks even as the shudders eased into tired heaves. The raven-haired youth had already collapsed on his arms; his upper body sprawled haphazardly over Heero's thighs.

Heero eased his lover's body aside, sighing to himself as he heard Wufei flop bonelessly onto his back. He was not surprised therefore, after raising himself onto his knees, to find the Chinese youth lying limp, legs stretched straight out, arms held away from his head, the fingers curled inwards in relaxation.

Spreading Wufei's legs wider apart, Heero crawled between them and gazed down at his drowsy lover. Cheeks stained red and dark hair winging wildly about his face, Wufei looked almost drunk. Heero's Prussian blue scrutiny swept across the glistening, inviting caramel skin on display. All for his pleasure. Having forgotten his earlier arousal in tending to Wufei, and now that his raven-haired love was satisfied, Heero's own need was rushing back in heady waves.

Wufei had done a great job waking him up on a Sunday morning.

"Wufei," Heero dipped his head and nuzzled warm copper neck. "It's not over." He felt Wufei's legs trying to curl around his waist in reply.

Heero lifted those legs to rest on his shoulders, then he slowly lowered himself, feeling Wufei's legs stretching and body folding to allow it. He paused just several inches above Wufei, gaze roving over the flush tinting the doll-like face, and liking it very much indeed.

Raven eyelashes fluttered as Heero bent to press a quick kiss to toast-coloured lips. "You're flexible," Heero murmured.

A soft snort escaped Wufei. "I'm more flexible that *this*," he said, a hint of his trademark arrogance surfacing. He proved it; surging up and crushing his mouth to Heero's in a full-blown kiss.

Heero gave in momentarily, then he pulled away and pushed Wufei back. There were other more *pressing* matters to take care of. He replaced his lips with his fingers, slipping two digits into Wufei's mouth, managing not to flinch when sharp teeth caught his fingers, before wet tongue wrapped around them in apology. Ah…he knew that Wufei's state of meek obedience wouldn't last all that long. It was still thrilling while it lasted however.

"Enough," Heero said heavily. God, he was so hard it was almost starting to hurt! He shifted, hand groping over perfect curves of buttocks, his slick fingers searching for the tight pucker that was nestled within. Circling the wrinkled ring in wordless permission, he pushed both fingers inside. Beneath him, Wufei's mouth opened in a silent gasp as Heero fingered him, stretching him.

Against the pristine white sheets, caramel skin trembled in anticipation as the fingers were removed and a blunt hardness nudged at Wufei's entrance in their place. Wufei's body snapped upwards as the head breached his instinctive resistance, and the rest of that thick length slid into him in one deep thrust.

Rivulets of sweat coursed down their tangled bodies, leaving glistening trails over copper and gold skin that seemed to meld together where they met. Buried deep in Wufei, Heero drew one shuddering breath after another, his arms shaking. It always felt like the first time with Wufei; that tightness that made it the pleasure so sharp and near unbearable for both of them.

"Does…" Heero somehow found enough lucidity to grit out. "Does it hurt?"

Wufei clenched around him.

Heero clawed into the sheets, groaning at that unexpected wave of pleasure. He heard a short chuckle from his lover and peeved, Heero smacked one copper flank, hard enough to sting. Wufei laughed again, and this time, the husky come-hither timbre of his voice was enough to galvanise Heero into moving.

Drawing back, Heero locked his gaze with intense obsidian, then slammed back in. Then they were both lost, swept up in the raw intimacy of their coupling; Heero thrusting roughly into his lover's pliant body, surrendering completely to the raging need that drove him, copper hands fisting into the sheets and tendrils of hair scattered over Wufei's mouth fluttering from his gasps. The sheets rasped beneath their heaving bodies, an accompaniment to guttural breathing and little cries of mindlessness.

The edge - it was within grasp. Heero felt the slow coil of his own body, like every nerve and every ounce of him were tightening into a single knot of numbing sensation. He quickened the pace, his hips driving relentlessly, his vision blacking until he could only hear. The rush of blood in his hears, the sudden silence, and his own cry as everything exploded.

He fell atop Wufei; head resting heavily on a chest that was heaving as hard as his own. Wufei's legs slipped tiredly from his shoulders onto the bed. Heero felt the rumble in Wufei's chest as he spoke.

"Heero…" the body under his squirmed. "Move."

Grunting with effort, Heero rolled to one side. He closed his eyes, contented to just lie there and recover his senses by and by. Somewhere beside him, he felt Wufei moving, then warm pressure curled around him. He opened his eyes lazily to find a copper arm and leg sprawled across him. He *also* felt an unmistakable hardness against him.

Turning onto his side so he faced Wufei, Heero reached his hand towards the half-hard erection that he had felt just now. He was surprised when Wufei caught his hand and instead, pulled it back so his arm was wrapped loosely around Wufei's waist instead.

"There's no need," Wufei said quietly, a note of exultation brimming in his gaze. "I already got what I wanted."

Heero didn't understand all of that, but if his lover would rather lie there with him he was not complaining. But, there could be little ways to enjoy this quiet rest. He raised himself on one elbow, reached beyond Wufei and took the little basket of forgotten fruit. His mind was starting to work more clearly now. There was *no* way Wufei was the one who had obtained these things in the first place.

Taking one strawberry in his fingers, Heero studied the its pretty colour with interest. "From Zechs?" he guessed.

"Wrong," Wufei's lip curled in conspiratorial amusement. "Duo."

"It makes no difference," Heero reminded him.

Wufei turned his face but the suspicious gleam in his eyes didn't escape Heero one bit. "I saw Trowa eating a banana," Wufei said casually, failing to hide the undercurrent of suggestion in his tone.

Heero turned his mirth into a wry snort. First it was cream, then strawberries, and now bananas. He wondered if their kitchen might be just be a *little* too well-stocked.

"I also saw chocolate sauce in the refrigerator."

Lips twitching, Heero fed the strawberry to his errant lover.

~*~ fin ~*~
August 2003

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