Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Taking Over Me ❯ Takin Over Me ( One-Shot )

"Taking Over Me"

by Rushiferu_Tenshi

(becomingnothing@hotmail.com)

Summary: Someone's having nice dreams. But who is it? 1x2 Oneshot

Disclaimer: Nyuuu i don't own Gundam Wing v.v sadly *glomps Duo and Hee-chan when people aren't looking* Nor do i own the song "Taking Over Me" by Evanescence that this was named after. So don't sue me.You'd just get a cardboard box full of cheezits anyway. Oh,and don't flame me,plz. Fanfics aren't my forte, and it's my very first lemonesque one,so be kind. R&R pwease *puppy face* v.v

< > - thought

" "- speech

*** - change of Point of view

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***Duo***

Death lay quiet in his bed, eyes closed in the semblance of sleep, locks of chestnut hair left unbound and flowing about him like the sea.One hand rested beside his upturned face, half curled as if grasping, seeking something. But Duo was awake.He was always awake now,when the night was closing in,driving even the workaholic at the laptop to bed.

With half-lidded eyes,Duo watched the other young man as he slipped out of his green tanktop, putting it away in the closet. With Heero there was a place for everything and everything was in it's place. And the Shinigami privately thought that on Heero, everything was in all the right places. He let his gaze linger on his comrade's toned chest, his flat stomach. Those arms were strong, almost to the point of seeming dominating; that back perfect and without flaw. But when the Perfect Soldier turned again, Duo's eyes were closed.

Death turned, mimicing the movements of sleep that he had become so adept at synthesizing. Breathing carefully regulated, lips parted a little,and eyes closed, he heard the spandex shorts hit the floor,then the light sound of them being put away before Heero slipped into the twin bed beside his.

And only then did Duo allow his eyes to flutter closed truly.His body relaxed, the halfmoon of his cheek going slightly slack as he drifted off.

***Heero***

He was almost asleep when a small sound wrenched into his mind, pulling back awake. Heero was a light sleeper. A good soldier always was. He turned his head to the side, unruly brown hair contrasting to the white of the pillow, and looked at the bed beside his.

The gap between the beds couldn't have been more than three feet, but he had to strain his hearing to catch the sound coming from that side of the room,so soft was it.

"Duo?", his voice was the patented monotone,with only the slightest inflection to register that it was a question.

The slender form on the other bed rolled lightly, his hair draping over the pillow while he let out a sound that was almost inaudible,but unmistakable. The little whimpers that left the Shinigami's lips were enough to startle expression into Heero's face. The other boy's brows were knit together, his eyes tightly shut as if in pain.But his lips were parted, soft and inviting, admitting quick, light breaths.

Heero told himself the other pilot was having a nightmare.That was all it was. But the way the other boy was gripping the sheets made him just a little unsure.Just a little..

"mmm..yes....yes..", the words were bare whispers leaving Duo's lips,but they made conviction bloom in the Perfect Soldier's mind.

<obviously not a nightmare then..> He didn't blush. It was a fact of life. Boys had dreams. It was science. That was all..that was it. But then why did he feel little sparks running up his spine?

"Uhhn..more..please more...", The braided boy was moaning huskily now, his hips lifting slightly off the bed as Heero watched, unable to look away. It was interesting..that was all. That was all it was..Yes..that was..

"He..ahh..", a gasp, and the writhing boy bit his bottom lip, as if trying to stifle the sounds he was making. His hands fisted at the sheets as he slept, and he arched slightly, making Heero wonder what he was dreaming about..besides the obvious. A woman?A man?Heero believed it was the latter. But who? And since when had he started caring?

Heero watched, slight shivers running through his body everytime Duo arched or writhed. And his eyes moved lower, over the pale skin of the other boy's chest, to the sheet about his waist, and the slight bulge a little lower. He didn't have to look down at himself to know this little display was effecting him in the same way.

"..ohh God.. Heero.."

Him? Duo was dreaming about him? For some reason the thought was deeply erotic.It sent courses of fire through his veins, tingling at every nerve ending.

The perfect soldier was moving before he knew what he was doing, crossing the small distance between beds and sliding a hand carefully, slowly, down the other boy's chest, illiciting a shiver,a soft moan. His fingertips played with the hardened nub of one nipple as he leaned down,tasting soft lips, feeling Duo gasp into his mouth.

"Heero?", slightly muffled, the pilot heard it. Duo's voice against his lips. And it startled him. He drew back, wondering to himself why he'd kissed the braided boy in the first place. But when he saw him, his hair in a charming halo against the pillow, cheeks slightly flushed, he knew why, and bent down, taking those soft lips, delving hungrily into the Shinigami's mouth, his tongue teasing ,fishing for a response.

For a moment the young man beneath him seemed too startled to respond, but then his eyes slid closed and he returned the kisses, coaxing Heero's tongue with his own,sending sparks up the other pilot's spine. Heero kissed hard enough to bruise, pressing firmly at the lips against his,feral, carnal, tasting and tasting and tasting. Duo tasted like wine. Like honey. Like sunlight. And he had to break away before it became too much.

"Was your dream like that..?", Heero found himself growling out the words,his voice slightly hoarse as he looked down at the boy beneath him; looked at his lips,red and swollen.

"Mm-mm..", Duo shook his head a little,almost as if he were dazed,then arched his back, pressing his hips forward, grinding himself against the other pilot,the bulge of his restrained erection rejoicing at the friction,making him gasp, " Ahh..my dream..was like this."

Heero closed his eyes tightly, hissing out the pleasure being inflicted on him, his hands instantly reaching out, forcing down the hips of the boy beneath him, hearing the groan of protest from him as he did so. And carefully his hand made its way down between Duo's skin and the sheet, finding his boxers, pulling them down to free more of the Shinigami's body to his roaming hands.

The pilot of Deathscythe tried to force himself upward again, seeking for the contact he needed. When he was denied again,his hands searched for purchase, finding the waistband of Heero's boxers, tugging until the fabric ripped and fell away.

***Duo***

Death opened his eyes, violet orbs scanning the room for a moment, wondering what had awoken him. He was usually a deep sleeper, not waking up for anything. But glancing left, he saw the reason why. Heero was lying in bed, thrashing a bit, letting out soft, husky moans.

<he's having that dream again.> Duo sighed, pulling his pillow over his head, and trying to go back to sleep.

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