Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Unity Arc 01: The Rush ❯ The Plan (Part 2) ( Chapter 6 )

Duo woke on Christmas morning to the sound of someone cursing heartily. He was out of bed with gun in hand before his eyes were even fully open. He paused at his door to assess the situation. Down the hall to his right were the other pilot's rooms were standing closed he could hear nothing. To his left was a short staircase and beyond it, in the living room was the commotion.

 

Duo stepped onto the stairs and hugged the wall as closely as he could. There was a thump against the hardwood floor and another bout of cursing. It sounded like someone was wrestling but Duo didn't recognize the voice. It sounded only vaguely familiar. It was definitely masculine.

 

There was a pause in the wrestling and Duo heard a distinct `ah ha!' He decided to make his presence known. He turned at the bottom of the stairs, gun first, and his jaw hit the floor.

 

Heero was kneeling in the middle of the room naked as a jay bird and it was Quatre cursing like a sailor trying to tie him up. The blonde had the upper hand for the moment but it probably wouldn't stay that way for long.

 

Duo must've made some kind of sound because both of them stopped struggling and stared at him, Quatre in shock and Heero in anger. In the next instant the blonde bolted for the door and was through it before Duo could react.

 

Heero tried to lunge after him but his legs were tangled in rope and his hands were caught behind him. He had already managed to chew through the ribbon around his mouth.

 

Duo stowed his gun in the back of his pants and rushed forward to help the Wing pilot. “What the hell is going on?”

 

Heero spat at the ribbon and growled. “Something about a Christmas present. I don't care. Winner dies tonight.”

 

“A present?” Duo fell away from Heero with a small breathless laugh.

 

“What, you know what he's talking about?” He managed to unbind his feet and stood with some effort.

 

Duo made a sound deep in his throat and snaked forward. He kissed Heero hard and his alarm morphed rapidly into arousal.

 

Heero bit the tongue in his mouth and narrowed his eyes but he understood a bit more. “Fine. He doesn't die, but he is going to pay.”

 

“What did you have in mind.?”

 

“Strip him, tie him up, give him to Barton.”

Duo snickered.

 

“That's what he planned on doing with me.”

 

“What, giving you to Trowa?

 

Heero didn't roll his eyes but it was a close thing. Duo broke out into another round of snickers then broke off mid-laugh. “No!” He gasped, “They have not been making googly eyes at each other.”

 

Heero glared. “They can barely keep their hands off each other.”

 

“How did you see that and I missed it?” Duo was aghast.

 

“Because you've been doing the same to me.” Heero threw the rest of the rope off his arms and rubbed his wrists.

 

Duo's heart dropped, the Perfect Soldier had finally figured it out…but there was no accusation. There was no claim that he was a danger to the mission, no insistence that their relationship be cut off. No reaction at all.

 

So he let his face mould into a sinister grin as if Heero hadn't spoken at all, and when he changed the subject, Heero let him. “So let's find the little bastard.” He grabbed the end of a rope and began winding it. Heero did the same. Thus prepared Duo moved toward the door.

 

It took a moment for Heero to follow him. When Duo turned around the Perfect Soldier was zipping his pants. He rolled his eyes and smirked but didn't comment. “I'll take point, I'm faster. I'll flush him out to you.”

 

“… Hai.”

 

They melted into the darkness.

 

For about fifty feet Quatre's tracks in the surrounding forest were easy to follow. The pilot hadn't been thinking about hiding, just getting as far damn away from the house as possible. It was nearly a straight line but not toward anything in particular that Duo could tell.

 

After that first sprint things became trickier and he had to slow down to spot the signs of a body passing at rapid speed. He melded his noises into the forest, moving smoothly through the scrub and brush as if he'd grown up like Tarzan.

 

The wildlife was stirring uneasily. It wasn't dawn yet so Quatre must've passed by not long ago. Duo grinned into the darkness.

 

Duo found his target when the blonde doubled back in an effort to throw the pilots off his trail. There was a moment's pause, then Quatre bolted through the trees. Duo gave chase, dodged around a fallen log, and cut the blonde's flight short with a full body tackle that was nearly flying.

 

They grappled on the forest floor, one rolling over the other, until Duo pinned his friend to the nettles with a small laugh. Quatre's breath came in pants and his eyes were bright. Duo smiled and moved his hips slowly, just enough.

 

“See what I mean?” He whispered, “It's intense—shit!”

 

Quatre rolled them with a laugh and they were in the middle of another tussle when Heero found them. Duo was abruptly divested of his wrestling partner and the blonde was hogtied before the American could even find his feet.

 

“Put those knives to use.” Heero snapped. He pulled a ribbon out of some pocket and gagged the Arab before he could protest.

 

Duo did as he asked with a small, “Sorry, Qat. Turnabout's fair play.”

 

The blonde wiggled half-heartedly but his eyes were smiling. Duo hoped they'd still be when the Arab figured out just who they were delivering him to. He pulled off the tattered shirt and slit the pants as well. He hesitated at the briefs.

 

“All of it.” Heero growled low in his throat.

 

“My, aren't we vengeful—“ Duo's back hit the tree hard enough to make him gasp. Then Heero was kissing the rest of his breath away and Duo took full advantage of the moment to show him just how interested he was.

 

Heero pulled away almost violently and snarled his words. “No one touches you but me.” Then he was gone, throwing Quatre over his shoulder like an oversized sack of potatoes.

 

Duo's laugh was little more than air. “That one's called jealousy…”

 

When they reached the house Quatre's struggles started in earnest and it took them both to hold the Arab quietly enough not to alert the other pilots. When they hit the stairs the blonde went suddenly still and Duo saw his face pale. He almost called a halt to the whole thing, then two spots of pink colored his friend's cheeks and Shinigami sneered.

 

By the time they reached Trowa's door he was struggling again but between Heero's strength and Duo's speed the blonde really had no choice but to kneel there in naked glory and take it. Heero rapped on the door sharply.

 

There was no sound from inside, but the door eventually eased open. Trowa's stare started at Duo's grinning face, traveled surprised down to Quatre, then back up again to Heero. Duo saw violent anger in those normally passive green eyes.

 

Before all hell could break loose he pushed the Wing pilot deeper down the hallway and gave Quatre a friendly pat on the head. “Happy Christmas, Trow!” Duo saw surprise register again before he convinced Heero into his room.

 

Once Heero recognized their destination, Duo lost all illusion of control. The door slammed shut, Duo's back crashed against it and Heero assaulted his mouth. Teeth clashed. Duo scratched his fingers down Heero's torso before he remembered the man wasn't wearing a shirt. There was nothing to remove.

 

He pushed Heero back and ducked his head to fasten his mouth on a nipple. Heero shoved him against the door with a snarled “no—“. Duo's shirt was forcibly removed and Heero attacked the American's chest himself. Duo keened and arched into the sensation. His pants were ripped down to his ankles and he kicked them away just before Heero landed on his knees and engulfed him.

 

Duo's hands clenched in Heero's hair. He shouted once, a sharp bark of sound and came with a jerk. Before he could recover Heero pushed him onto the bed and started again. Duo panted for air. The Perfect Soldier had barely broken a sweat.

 

They kissed, this one no less violent then the one before. Heero broke it off to snarl at something above Duo's head. The pillow, apparently, because it went flying off the mattress a moment later and the case wrapped around Duo's hands. He struggled but Heero was just as good at tying knots as Duo was. He couldn't get out for a little while at least, and during that while he was deliciously distracted.

 

Heero bit a trail down his chest, leaving small red welts in his wake that broke out in goosebumps when the air chilled. Duo fisted the sheets and tried to focus on getting enough air. A slick finger entered him, then two and Duo gave up breathing for the greater good. Before he could beg for more Heero was there giving it to him, splitting him open in a single steady plunge. They both gasped at the end of it and one of Heero's hands clenched on Duo's thigh.

 

“Oh god…” Duo gulped. “Move, Heero. Move or I swear on Sister Helen's soul this is the last you are ever going to get.”

 

Heero moved. Short, fast, unsatisfying strokes that drove Duo too high, too fast, too soon. Duo crashed over the edge when Heero broke the pattern into a series of long thrusts that left him incoherent. He might've screamed. He might've whispered Heero's name. He might've just babbled nonsense until Heero shut him up with a kiss and stiffened for his own climax buried deep inside the American.

 

When Duo could see again he was breathing harshly. Heero lay half atop him, mussed head on his chest, only somewhat more contained and certainly less inclined to move. Duo was trapped in an embrace he wasn't sure he could break if he wanted to. He disentangled his hands from the pillowcase and stroked Heero's back with a sigh.

 

Sunlight peaked through the trees into the room's only window with distinct hesitation. Duo closed his eyes with a smile. “Happy damn Christmas.” He muttered.