Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Trick or Treat! ❯ Chapter 1

Title : Trick or Treat!
Pairing : 1x5
Rating : NC-17
Warnings : Yaoi, PWP, lemon
Disclaimer : Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu, Sunrise and associated affiliates, not me.
Summary : It's Halloween and Duo is busy scaring the newbies. But are those moans they're hearing from ghosts?
A/N : Usually even when I write a PWP, there's some plot. In this case, it's just short, smutty and pointless. *laugh*

"Trick or treat?"

"Uh...Agent Maxwell, I don't have any treat or anything..."

They say the east wing of the HQ was haunted, that the ghost of a child lingered along the hallowed corridors of the east wing. She had been the child of one of the households in the neighbouring estates, and snuck into the building during a game with her playmates. She must have gotten lost whilst wandering among the twisting, abandoned corridors. Her playmates returned home without her, and spoke nothing for fear of admonishment. They had no chance to tell anyone after that, for the east wing was demolished the next day. Till today, there were rampant whispers amongst officers of hearing the skipping footfalls of a child, especially in the wee hours of the morning when the world was asleep and the air was deathly still...

"Is that really true?"

Duo Maxwell turned to the younger man with a solemn nod. "I've heard the footsteps myself."

Earnest brown eyes widened, then blinked and looked away as the boy grinned sheepishly. He was seventeen, a promising new recruit assigned to HQ, and now suddenly looked as young as his age as he tried not to let Duo's words get to him. "Don't kid me, Officer Maxwell."

Duo halted in his tracks, rare seriousness darkening his usually animated violet gaze. "Do I look like I'm kidding you? I'm just warning you, in case..." He broke into a wry smile and shook his head. "Sorry, sorry, my bad. I shouldn't be scaring newbies. Just pretend you didn't hear anything from me, eh?" He reached out and clapped a reassuring hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Yeah...Ghosts don't exist." The boy sucked in a breath as he stared towards the looming east wing block. "I'd just go grab the documents that Agent Noin needs."

"You do that," Duo nodded, waving a matronly hand. "I'd be hanging around the canteen meantime. Don't take too long."

Apprehension rippled in the boy's eyes, before he quickly turned and hurried towards the east wing. His steps were the hastening, skittish gait of one who was rattled but trying not to show it. Duo watched him leave until he was out of sight, before clapping a hand over his face and doubling over in merriment. He didn't laugh for very long before a hand smacked into the back of his head.

"Oww!" The American yelped, straightening and recovering enough composure to glare at his assailant. "What was that for, Sally?"

The woman raised a blonde eyebrow, snorting dryly. "You have to ask, Maxwell? We should have a new law made just for you. Scaring newcomers should be a felony."

Duo shrugged, an incorrigible grin stretching his lips. "Nah, Sally. It's all in the spirit of Halloween!" An amused snicker. "Maybe if he gets lucky, he'd hear a moan or two!"
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A guttural moan slipped from full, kiss-bruised lips. "...Stop..." Raven hair tossed against the plaster of the wall. "...We can't..."

At those breathless words, a dark brown head lifted from between trembling copper thighs. Cobalt eyes narrowed, the glint in those orbs almost wicked. Capturing and holding the heavy-lidded, drunken obsidian gaze above, the intensity of Heero's eyes was unwavering as he lowered his head again. One of the thighs splayed so invitingly before him was lifted over his shoulder, allowing him more space as he slid the length of heated, throbbing flesh back between his lips.

A long, drawn-out groan resounded from a heaving, sweat-slicked chest. The heel of a foot dug into Heero's back as the lifted thigh tightened, to both draw him closer and to push him away. Yet there was no escape from the slow, sweet torture of Heero's mouth and tongue as they laved and suckled mercilessly.

Fingers clutched restlessly at Heero's hair. "...please, Yuy!" Sobbing words gritted out between clenched teeth. "I can't...I need...you bastard..."

The thigh was lowered, Heero withdrawing after one last lick, his own reddened lips curving into a smirk as he rose to his feet. His movements were awkward, almost painful as his erection strained against the front of his pants. Yet he was in no hurry, letting the fever of anticipation and hunger in his own veins escalate as he slid intent cobalt eyes over the copper body spread before him.

The white uniform shirt was peeled over shoulders, loosely pinning arms, plastered to a sweat-dampened torso. Bared copper skin was smooth over lean muscles, quivering and flushed with need. Dark nipples stood erect from a sleek chest, ringed with teeth marks. The pants and briefs had long been undone, yanked down to pool around one ankle. A blood-flushed arousal rose from the apex of his thighs, still glistening from Heero's earlier attentions, and pulsing against a fluttering belly.

Reaching out an unsteady hand, Heero trailed his fingers up that column of blazing flesh, feeling a heady surge of power as he stroked and caressed, controlling every moan from the man writhing beneath his touch. He leaned in close, pressing into the quivering form pinned between the wall and his hand.

"Wufei..." Heero breathed into a copper ear, then dipped his head to bite at the juncture just below. Before Wufei's gasp had ceased its echo, Heero covered the pretty, swollen lips with his mouth, kissing him hard and deep.

"Yuy..." An arm rose as their meshed lips pulled apart, winding around Heero's neck, seemingly a helpless grasp, then tightened hard. "If you don't fuck me now, I'm going to kill you."

Heero smirked against the cheek he had been nuzzling against. "And leave you in such a state?"

"I'd take my chances." A frustrated snarl. "Are you going to do it? Or shall I handle it myself?"

It was just as well Wufei didn't see the dangerous gleam that sparked in Heero's eyes at his words, having so unwittingly presented such a tempting image of himself, hand wrapped around erection, arching into the throes of his own pleasure. But it had the desired effect as Heero lifted himself off, and roughly flipped Wufei around.

Extracting himself from the confines of his pants, Heero twisted the cap off the tube with his other. There was no time for preparation now. Braced against the wall, head buried in one arm and sculpted buttocks displayed for Heero, Wufei was a mess of quivering nerve-endings and hitched breathing. Heero himself was fast losing any coherency left in his mind, the coolness of the gel a startling shock around his stiff arousal, then pooling warmth in his groin as he positioned himself. A hard knee pushed between Wufei's legs to open him up further, hands gripped his hips for balance, and Heero pushed in.

Muscles strained around the head of Heero's erection, bitten-back gasps spilled from Wufei as he bowed under the intrusion. Wrapping one arm under Wufei's chest to help him stay up, Heero flexed his hips forward, until he was suddenly swallowed in unbearable pressure, drawn in relentlessly until he was buried to the root in tight, silken heat.

Sweat coursed freely down the sides of Heero's face, dripping onto bared shoulders, and Heero followed with his mouth, sinking teeth into the copper skin. A startled cry was throttled from Wufei's throat, that sharp stab of fresh pain setting ablaze nerves that were still struggling with the pained pleasure of Heero's penetration.

Heero's free hand landed on the wall next to Wufei's head, bracing himself against the strain of staying motionless despite the screaming of the primal urge to move, to take his satisfaction and claim the strong, beautiful body pinioned under his.

A flushed cheek turned towards Heero, and the man took what was offered, bending his head, fastening his mouth to Wufei's neck. "Move." The whisper was so low, mangled in between ragged breaths, that Heero almost didn't catch it. But his body was already responding, drawing out slowly through clinging heat, then driving his hips forward again.

They knew each other's bodies so well, the rhythm was instinctive. Eyes squeezed shut, unable to stifle the cries in his throat, Wufei allowed his hips to be lifted, the deeper angle intensifying Heero's heavy thrusts as each sent flares of white-hot sensations thrumming through Wufei's body. Heero's lips were a firm, gentle caress over his skin, a heady counterpoint to the fierce thrusts that pounded Wufei into the wall.

"Heero...hnnhn...." A strangled whine that Wufei could hardly suppress. "Hurry...please..." He couldn't hold on very much longer.

Heero heard it first, a wonder that he did at all, with his mind shattered to pieces as it was.

Soft footsteps, then gradually louder as they neared.

The hand Heero had against Wufei's chest rose to clamp over a panting mouth. "Quiet," he hissed into Wufei's ear.

Obsidian eyes flying open above Heero's hand, Wufei's half-jerked around. The fury and confusion in his wild gaze almost undid Heero, but then, Wufei's eyes widened sharply, and Heero knew the Chinese man had heard the footsteps too.

Now loud as thunderclaps, the footsteps tracked around the room just beyond the alcove that they were hidden in. The moonlight angling in from the large windows were enough to cast panes of light between the shadows of the room, but not enough to fully illuminate the intruder...or them.

Even with control as steely as his, Heero had to silence his own breathing against Wufei's shoulder. The Chinese man was trembling all around him, as if he would collapse if he weren't held up like that, even his breaths coming out in erratic puffs over Heero's hand. Heero couldn't resist, rocking his groin into Wufei in an experimental thrust. Wufei jerked as if electrified, hands clawing against plaster as he clenched them into protesting fists. It was invitation enough for Heero to seat himself more fully into the tight sheath, grinding slow circles that he knew were racking tremors all over Wufei.

Rummaging now accompanied the footsteps, and a young, boyish voice murmured as cabinets were opened, papers and files rustled.

Reaching down with his free hand, Heero found the sensitive softness of inner thigh, then slid his hand down until he found the rigid hardness that curved away from Wufei's body. The silent groans vibrating against the hand still covering Wufei's mouth rose into a muffled whimper.

Abruptly, all noises from the room froze. The sound of another presence's breathing filled the thick air.

Heero tightened both his hands, one warning Wufei to be silent, yet the other testing that resolve as he kneaded and rubbed at that erection in his grip. Trapped between the cock driving him from behind and the maddening rhythm over his own arousal in front, Wufei could only arch helplessly, frustrated tears gathering in his eyes, silenced gasps reverberating in his throat.

It seemed an eternity before the same footsteps echoed away from the room.

Wufei was already long gone. The hand lifted suddenly from his mouth, and he cried out as he came, orgasm shuddering through him in a pounding wave, leaving a tingling wake as Heero's hand continued milking him, squeezing as the last drops of his semen splattered against the wall.

Slumping, Wufei was a boneless weight in Heero's arms, sucking in sharp breaths only when powerful hands gripped his hips, pulling him up further as Heero drove into him a last time, spilling his own climax deep into him.

Still joined, they rested against the wall, trying to recover their breaths.

"Heero...we really need to get back."

Stirring himself with an effort, Heero pulled out carefully, but not feeling particularly guilty when a hiss of pain escaped Wufei. The Chinese man was going to be sore for days, with matching bad temper, but it had been worth it. They had not seen each other in weeks, and clandestine as this had been, a reunion in an abandoned wing of the HQ was as hot, furious and passionate as their every meeting before.

"Who was that?" Wufei said tiredly as he struggled on his pants.

"Someone," Heero replied evenly, reaching out and grasping Wufei's sides before the man could button up his shirt. A gasp gone unuttered when Heero's hands slid behind and up Wufei's back to press their bodies together. "Or a ghost."

Wufei made a sound that sounded like a cross between a laugh and a snort. "Halloween. Trick-or-treating. Ghosts. You don't believe in that stuff, Heero."

"I do," Heero's mouth tracked light kisses up Wufei's throat until the chin. "But I already had my treat."

Wufei gave a genuine laugh this time, before his head was pulled down and Heero's lips sealed over his own.
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"...Okay, okay, Doc." The incorrigible American made a face, sighing in exaggerated anguish as he held up his hands. "I promise. I won't make fun of newcomers anymore."

"Or make trouble. Or - "

"Tch! You're no fun at all!" Duo's lips pursed into what looked like a pout, but he brightened when his eyes fell on the figure heading their way. "Hey!" He waved at the boy hurrying towards them.

"Agent Maxwell! Doctor Po," the boy blurted the moment he reached them. His face was several shades paler than it was before he had went into the east wing.

"What is it?" Sally raised an eyebrow. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

That unfortunate choice of words only made the boy go even whiter. "I - I heard - "

"Footsteps?" Duo bounced to his feet, eyes wide in excitement. "Moans?"

"Some - something like that. And other noises..."

"But there was no one there?"

"I didn't see anyone in the room."

"True. The east wing is still closed off so there won't be anyone there at all." Duo clucked agreeably. "I wonder what made those noises, then..."

"Stop that, Duo," Sally chided as she stood up. She turned to the boy. "Take the documents and go back to Noin. She's waiting for them."

"Yes, Doctor." Nodding quickly, the boy turned and fled, seeming only too glad to go anywhere as long as it was away from the east wing.

Duo's face was pensive as he stared after the retreating figure of the newbie. "Really, he should have just given me a treat."