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Disclaimer:I don't own them and I don't make any money off of this.
Warning:Male/male sex, graphic, language.
Birthday request for dominate Wu Fei / Heero
5x1
Blade
"Are you afraid?" I tossed at Yuy as I circled him and gave him my most disdainful look.
His smile was lopsided and dangerous, his dark blue eyes intense under his shaggy brown hair. He flexed his fingers, shook them out, and then motioned me to try him.
We didn't have much room. Our basement doubled as both dojo and bedroom. Our starting Preventer salaries couldn't afford us much better, not until we made officer rank. Both of us had vowed to reach that rank first, and our rivalry in that area was well known. Maxwell had tired of it long since and knew better than to come anywhere near our home until well after our standard exercise time. Not that I cared to have the loud mouth in our home then, either, but Heero had never been able to lose his fascination with the ex pilot of Deathscythe. Something about their personalities, so apposed, attracted them to one another and made them good friends. Nothing more than that, though, and of that I was grateful. Maxwell could be a powerful force and I was much more reserved. I still light incense to whatever god had made him straight. I don't think I would have had a chance with Yuy otherwise. I had made certain to call Maxwell and request his non presence that evening. He had seemed curious and all too wise, but hadn't pressed me for any real explanation.
I knew that Yuy was attracted to me, but he was nothing if not introverted. He was so deeply into his work and his training, that anything external, including relationships, had been ignored. His preference in men was only known to me because of the furtive looks I had caught him casting at fellow Preventers in the communal showers. When one of those looks had lingered longer on me, I knew that it was time to press my intentions.
I won our practice bout. I was the better fighter than Yuy and I had him sweating by the time I struck a 'killing' blow. We separated as I grabbed up a towel and draped it over my neck. Wearing just a loose pair of workout pants, I saw him rake me up and down with his eyes when he thought I couldn't see.
"Want something, Yuy?" I wondered, arching an eyebrow at him and giving him a hard smile.
He looked uncertain. "What?"
"When you want something," I told him as I rubbed myself with the towel and then tossed it aside, "You take it."
I walked away and picked my dress shirt up from the chair where I had tossed it earlier. It would do.
Heero was still attempting to pretend ignorance. "If you're talking about my fighting style..."
"We're fighters," I said, getting impatient with his game. "Maxwell talks a lot, and you like that, but, when it comes to other things, you're like me. You want action."
"Maxwell?" Heero frowned. "What's he-"
I attacked him. Surprised, he fought back. We struggled for dominance and he, once again, lost to me. Flat on his stomach, I tied his arms behind his back, with my shirt, and used my body to pin him.
"There's a tradition," I said in Heero's ear with some humor. "A student bows to his master's will."
Heero growled angrily and struggled. I chuckled, then, and pulled down his shorts, revealing an ass as hard and as unforgiving as iron.
"Chang!" Heero snarled, but I knew it for the empty protestation it was. He could have fought harder. He was definitely submitting to my will, wanting this to happen.
I pulled my pants down to bare my erection. It was a hot thing between Heero's ass cheeks and I rubbed it and my precum there harshly. "Mine," I growled. "I am the victor. I will take you."
Heero was panting a little, tense. His shoulders trembled, muscles under strain. Beautiful, powerful, everything that I had lusted after beneath me and ready to submit.
I rubbed the head of my cock at his hole, making him feel it, making him anticipate it as I used my drooling precum as lube. It would hurt. I doubted that he had let anyone mount him before this. It made me shiver, knowing that I would be the one to impale him first. I was honored and terribly satisfied at the same time.
I worked my cock head in. He made a sound of discomfort, his hips moving, but I wasn't allowing his escape. I pushed deeper and then rose up to cram it in with forceful thrusts of my pelvis. He let out a shout of pain and shock as I seated myself inside of him, and then rested while he felt it and swallowed the full knowledge that I was about to fuck him.
Heero's panting was louder and his fists were clenched. His hips moved, trying to find some point of comfort with me buried inside of him. I allowed it, let him adjust, and then took the reins again. Weight resting on my hands, I began thrusting my hips, fucking him while he made a grunting, whining noise beneath me. It was riding on sensation, on power, feeling raw and ready to explode with every second I was buried in his tightness. Dominance. It was a heady rush. An even greater sensation was allowing my come to fill him to overflowing, spurting copiously into his hole, as I growled and bit his shoulder.
Resting on top of Yuy, then, and seeing him with eyes closed and a slight look of contentment on his face, I knew that I hadn't mis-stepped in reading his needs and mine. I kissed along his earlobe, reveling in the feeling of just having thoroughly rutted and released long pent up desires.
I untied Heero cautiously, but he simply rolled, allowing me to pull out of him. I saw his wince. The next day, he would be walking carefully, as well as sitting gingerly, and I would know why. It was a brand of sorts, as was my come inside of him, and his look of surrender now.
"That was..." Heero licked lips and then tried again. "I've wanted that, but I thought..."
I bent over him , pressing him down forcefully, as I looked down into his eyes. "It's what I've wanted, what I intend to take when I please... unless you grow strong enough to stop me."
Heero tried a smile. "That doesn't encourage me to try," he replied and, by that, I knew he was truly mine.
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