Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ War Story ❯ Chapter 19
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Vinyl-Koneko 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Angst / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.05.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 372 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Angst / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.05.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 372 | Status: Completed
+ Title: War Story - Part 19
+ Author: Vinyl Koneko (Emily), roguegirl@att.net
+ Rating: R
+ Couplings: 1xR, 1x2, 3x4
+ Warnings: AU, WWII era, minor het, yaoi, historical fiction, drama, no Wufei
+ Archive: Want it? Take it. Just give me credit, please.
+ Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. If I did, well, let's just say the 1xR and 2xH fans wouldn't be so happy...
+ Comments: // Written //, *emphasis*, 'thought', [ flashback ]. Heero POV. This story was written solely for the 1x2 AU Novella 25,000 Word Fic Challenge. Inspiration hit watching PBS on a lonely Saturday night and wouldn't let me rest until it was done. ^_^
+ Summary: The year is 1942. Heero Yuy, a pilot for the United States Air Force, gets send to command a squadron in London. There he meets a literature student by the name of Duo Maxwell, and he learns sometimes it takes another person to figure out everything about yourself.
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As they continued to kiss passionately, Heero could feel Duo unbuttoning his shirt, running his hands along his chest before pushing it off of his shoulders. The sensation of skin-on-skin caused Heero to shiver, his nerves feeling like they were about to overload as his chest and back came in contact with the cooler air. There was no backing down this time. He needed to prove to Duo how much he loved him and wanted to be loved by him.
Duo broke the kiss, practically gasping for breath with his hands halfway inside the waist of Heero's pants. "You're *sure* that you're ready?"
Heero nodded, surprised by how much huskier his voice sounded. "Oh yes, Duo. I love you so much. I want you, and I need you more than anything."
"I love you, too," Duo replied, a soft expression in his eyes before it transformed into a lustful gaze. He undid the button on the pants, and Heero kicked them off along with his socks and shoes. Somehow they miraculously ended up in Duo's bedroom.
Heero could feel his sex throbbing for release from the confinements of his underwear, and Duo, grinning seductively, had his soon-to-be-lover take a seat on the bed as he kneeled down on the floor. "I said I would take this extremely easy on you, didn't I?" he explained, before kissing the tip of Heero's erection through the cotton garment. He groaned aloud, hips bucking into the heat of Duo's mouth. The longhaired American chuckled softly, and Heero felt himself growing harder at the sound.
He lifted his hips for Duo to remove the underwear, and Heero suddenly felt very exposed and vulnerable, and he didn't like it at all.
"God, Heero, you're so beautiful," Duo whispered, and Heero felt any of his reserves disintegrate. The longhaired man bent his head down, enveloping Heero in the warm, wet heat of his mouth, and the pilot was lost in a world of exquisite pleasure. He moaned from the caress, not beginning to comprehend how anything so wonderful could be so torturous at the same time.
He began to moan louder as he felt the pressure building even greater, and that was when Duo stopped, pulling his head away and moistening his lips. He shook his head, crawling up Heero's body from where he lay prone on the bed until their mouths met again. This kiss was slow and deliberate, tasting every surface of each other as their tongues caressed and entwined.
It was Heero who broke away this time, pressing his hand against Duo's chest. "I want to see you." The longhaired man smiled, planting a firm kiss on Heero's lips before getting up to stand on the foot of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt to slowly reveal inch by tantalizing inch of skin to his lover.
Duo's body was lean yet strong, broader shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist. His torso was hairless with the exception of a fine line running from below his navel to below the waist of his pants. Duo pulled off his shoes and socks, tossing them aside before undoing the clasp on his slacks. When the pants were discarded, he stood naked in front of Heero for his approval.
Gorgeous, Heero thought, and he voiced the word, getting rewarded by a slight blush on Duo's face. The Japanese-American grabbed his lover's wrist before Duo could return to his ministrations, making his request in a tone that sounded far more needy than he had meant it to. "Let your hair down…please."
Wordlessly, Duo reached back, snapping off the tie that held his braid together, and pulled the rope of hair in front of his shoulder for Heero to see. He combed his fingers through the sections, slowly unraveling his hair bit by bit. Heero was astounded by the sheer mass and beauty of the chestnut locks, shuddering as the ends brushed against his skin, causing a light tickling sensation.
Duo went over to the nightstand beside the bed, pulling out a bottle of something Heero couldn't identify. He found himself distracted by the view of Duo's backside, finding himself involuntarily licking his lips at the sight.
"This," Duo began, holding out the bottle for closer inspection, "is lubricating oil."
Heero nodded, recognizing the term. "I, uh," he cleared his throat, "I think Quatre might have mentioned that somewhere along the line."
Duo laughed, "Well, actually, Quatre sent this down this morning. I guess he thought we'd be needing it." Heero didn't respond, too embarrassed by the blond pilot's foresight. "I guess that means you know what it's for." The major nodded silently. Duo handed him the bottle, lying down on the bed next to him as Heero gazed at him dumbly. "I don't have all night, love."
"I…I don't want to hurt you," Heero felt torn. The desire was so strong, but he didn't want to cause Duo any pain. He didn't want to tarnish the experience.
"It's all right. I'll tell you if you aren't doing something right. I trust you, Heero."
Heero snapped open the bottle's top, pouring some of the oil on his fingers. He found himself all of a sudden trying to remember all that Trowa and Quatre had talked to him about, wishing he hadn't felt so embarrassed at the time. He remembered the key points, though, like right now he needed to stretch Duo.
He made sure his fingers were adequately lubricated, recalling Quatre's words.
[ "There's no such thing as too much, unless you're using butter. Come to think of it, never, *ever* use butter." ]
Heero carefully inserted his index finger, feeling Duo's inner muscles clenching around him. He caressed gently until he felt Duo relax, and then inserted his middle finger as well. He felt a soft, spongy spot inside and, when he pressed it, Duo gave a loud shout of pleasure, his body rocking back towards Heero. He kept that particular spot in mind, searching for it again and smiling when Duo gave another groan.
"I think I'm ready," Duo said, voice dripping with desire.
Heero removed his fingers, reaching for the bottle again and pouring out more of the oil onto his hand to coat his sex liberally, as well as Duo's entrance. He lay across his lover, his mouth at Duo's ear, licking and sucking on it as he entered Duo's body. For him the sensation was indescribable, and he couldn't contain the moan that escaped his lips as Duo clenched his muscles around him. Heero paused, waiting for Duo to adjust, and when the other man nodded, he began to rock in and out of Duo's body.
Their worlds at that moment were made up of only one another, each experiencing their own pleasure as well as trying to enhance the other's. Duo whispered Heero's name, his voice raising as his release came closer and closer. Heero felt like electricity was coursing through his body, the sensations bringing him to heaven and back. Heero came first, followed shortly by Duo, and they collapsed entangled in each other, a mass of flesh, sweat, and the intoxicating scent of male musk.
Heero placed a kiss on Duo's sweat soaked forehead. "That was incredible."
Duo smiled, his exhaustion evident in the expression. "I told you it was worth it, didn't I?" He yawned, tilting his neck up to kiss Heero tenderly. "I love you."
The Japanese-American smiled at the words, understanding now that they held no secrets against each other because they had the most intimate of all affection. "I love you, too."
They fell asleep like that, content with each other's company and knowing, that at that moment, everything was perfect.
*~**~*
End Part 19
+ Author: Vinyl Koneko (Emily), roguegirl@att.net
+ Rating: R
+ Couplings: 1xR, 1x2, 3x4
+ Warnings: AU, WWII era, minor het, yaoi, historical fiction, drama, no Wufei
+ Archive: Want it? Take it. Just give me credit, please.
+ Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. If I did, well, let's just say the 1xR and 2xH fans wouldn't be so happy...
+ Comments: // Written //, *emphasis*, 'thought', [ flashback ]. Heero POV. This story was written solely for the 1x2 AU Novella 25,000 Word Fic Challenge. Inspiration hit watching PBS on a lonely Saturday night and wouldn't let me rest until it was done. ^_^
+ Summary: The year is 1942. Heero Yuy, a pilot for the United States Air Force, gets send to command a squadron in London. There he meets a literature student by the name of Duo Maxwell, and he learns sometimes it takes another person to figure out everything about yourself.
*~**~*
As they continued to kiss passionately, Heero could feel Duo unbuttoning his shirt, running his hands along his chest before pushing it off of his shoulders. The sensation of skin-on-skin caused Heero to shiver, his nerves feeling like they were about to overload as his chest and back came in contact with the cooler air. There was no backing down this time. He needed to prove to Duo how much he loved him and wanted to be loved by him.
Duo broke the kiss, practically gasping for breath with his hands halfway inside the waist of Heero's pants. "You're *sure* that you're ready?"
Heero nodded, surprised by how much huskier his voice sounded. "Oh yes, Duo. I love you so much. I want you, and I need you more than anything."
"I love you, too," Duo replied, a soft expression in his eyes before it transformed into a lustful gaze. He undid the button on the pants, and Heero kicked them off along with his socks and shoes. Somehow they miraculously ended up in Duo's bedroom.
Heero could feel his sex throbbing for release from the confinements of his underwear, and Duo, grinning seductively, had his soon-to-be-lover take a seat on the bed as he kneeled down on the floor. "I said I would take this extremely easy on you, didn't I?" he explained, before kissing the tip of Heero's erection through the cotton garment. He groaned aloud, hips bucking into the heat of Duo's mouth. The longhaired American chuckled softly, and Heero felt himself growing harder at the sound.
He lifted his hips for Duo to remove the underwear, and Heero suddenly felt very exposed and vulnerable, and he didn't like it at all.
"God, Heero, you're so beautiful," Duo whispered, and Heero felt any of his reserves disintegrate. The longhaired man bent his head down, enveloping Heero in the warm, wet heat of his mouth, and the pilot was lost in a world of exquisite pleasure. He moaned from the caress, not beginning to comprehend how anything so wonderful could be so torturous at the same time.
He began to moan louder as he felt the pressure building even greater, and that was when Duo stopped, pulling his head away and moistening his lips. He shook his head, crawling up Heero's body from where he lay prone on the bed until their mouths met again. This kiss was slow and deliberate, tasting every surface of each other as their tongues caressed and entwined.
It was Heero who broke away this time, pressing his hand against Duo's chest. "I want to see you." The longhaired man smiled, planting a firm kiss on Heero's lips before getting up to stand on the foot of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt to slowly reveal inch by tantalizing inch of skin to his lover.
Duo's body was lean yet strong, broader shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist. His torso was hairless with the exception of a fine line running from below his navel to below the waist of his pants. Duo pulled off his shoes and socks, tossing them aside before undoing the clasp on his slacks. When the pants were discarded, he stood naked in front of Heero for his approval.
Gorgeous, Heero thought, and he voiced the word, getting rewarded by a slight blush on Duo's face. The Japanese-American grabbed his lover's wrist before Duo could return to his ministrations, making his request in a tone that sounded far more needy than he had meant it to. "Let your hair down…please."
Wordlessly, Duo reached back, snapping off the tie that held his braid together, and pulled the rope of hair in front of his shoulder for Heero to see. He combed his fingers through the sections, slowly unraveling his hair bit by bit. Heero was astounded by the sheer mass and beauty of the chestnut locks, shuddering as the ends brushed against his skin, causing a light tickling sensation.
Duo went over to the nightstand beside the bed, pulling out a bottle of something Heero couldn't identify. He found himself distracted by the view of Duo's backside, finding himself involuntarily licking his lips at the sight.
"This," Duo began, holding out the bottle for closer inspection, "is lubricating oil."
Heero nodded, recognizing the term. "I, uh," he cleared his throat, "I think Quatre might have mentioned that somewhere along the line."
Duo laughed, "Well, actually, Quatre sent this down this morning. I guess he thought we'd be needing it." Heero didn't respond, too embarrassed by the blond pilot's foresight. "I guess that means you know what it's for." The major nodded silently. Duo handed him the bottle, lying down on the bed next to him as Heero gazed at him dumbly. "I don't have all night, love."
"I…I don't want to hurt you," Heero felt torn. The desire was so strong, but he didn't want to cause Duo any pain. He didn't want to tarnish the experience.
"It's all right. I'll tell you if you aren't doing something right. I trust you, Heero."
Heero snapped open the bottle's top, pouring some of the oil on his fingers. He found himself all of a sudden trying to remember all that Trowa and Quatre had talked to him about, wishing he hadn't felt so embarrassed at the time. He remembered the key points, though, like right now he needed to stretch Duo.
He made sure his fingers were adequately lubricated, recalling Quatre's words.
[ "There's no such thing as too much, unless you're using butter. Come to think of it, never, *ever* use butter." ]
Heero carefully inserted his index finger, feeling Duo's inner muscles clenching around him. He caressed gently until he felt Duo relax, and then inserted his middle finger as well. He felt a soft, spongy spot inside and, when he pressed it, Duo gave a loud shout of pleasure, his body rocking back towards Heero. He kept that particular spot in mind, searching for it again and smiling when Duo gave another groan.
"I think I'm ready," Duo said, voice dripping with desire.
Heero removed his fingers, reaching for the bottle again and pouring out more of the oil onto his hand to coat his sex liberally, as well as Duo's entrance. He lay across his lover, his mouth at Duo's ear, licking and sucking on it as he entered Duo's body. For him the sensation was indescribable, and he couldn't contain the moan that escaped his lips as Duo clenched his muscles around him. Heero paused, waiting for Duo to adjust, and when the other man nodded, he began to rock in and out of Duo's body.
Their worlds at that moment were made up of only one another, each experiencing their own pleasure as well as trying to enhance the other's. Duo whispered Heero's name, his voice raising as his release came closer and closer. Heero felt like electricity was coursing through his body, the sensations bringing him to heaven and back. Heero came first, followed shortly by Duo, and they collapsed entangled in each other, a mass of flesh, sweat, and the intoxicating scent of male musk.
Heero placed a kiss on Duo's sweat soaked forehead. "That was incredible."
Duo smiled, his exhaustion evident in the expression. "I told you it was worth it, didn't I?" He yawned, tilting his neck up to kiss Heero tenderly. "I love you."
The Japanese-American smiled at the words, understanding now that they held no secrets against each other because they had the most intimate of all affection. "I love you, too."
They fell asleep like that, content with each other's company and knowing, that at that moment, everything was perfect.
*~**~*
End Part 19