Disclaimer: I don't own them and I don't make any money off of this
Warnings: Male/Male sex. Graphic. Language.
Shinigami's Lover Series - Side fic; Happens before Hunting Heero
This is a fic I wrote because it's my birthday, Feb. 22nd and I wanted to give my fans a present for having made this a great year for me. Thank you! ^_^
The heat in the hanger was brutal. The engines of the Gundams, powering up and powering down as each pilot worked on them, made it even more so. Heero sat back and wiped his sweating brow with the back of a grease covered hand. He let out a long, weary breath and hit the meter one more time. It ticked as it read Wing's stats and then red lights appeared on the monitor. Heero swore and threw down his wrench. It clattered against metal as he kicked the switch that powered down his engines.
"Kuso!" Heero growled and stood up. He stretched until his back popped and then took a long look around the hanger, face flushing as he imagined the other pilots snickering at the sight of perfect Heero Yuy failing to make his engines reach peak performance
Nothing. Trowa was nowhere to be seen, the hatch of Heavyarms open. Quatre was busily inscribing some religious prayers along the shoulders of Sand Rock. Wu Fei was struggling to pull a fused part out of Nataku. Duo... Heero frowned. Duo was leaning up against the neck of his Gundam, legs stretched out along the shoulder. He was bare to the waist except for his gold cross, long line of ribs, scars, and wiry muscle covered in grime and sweat. His white skin was a sharp contrast to the black work pants he wore slung low on his hips. Heero watched as he unwound his very long, chestnut hair out of its braid and spread it out with his fingers. Draping it around himself, he looked as if he were concentrating on getting something out of the strands.
Heero glared at the monitor and its red lights. He decided that he needed a break to give his mind a chance to reevaluate the system. Heero took the lift down to the hanger floor, crossed the large space between Wing and Deathscythe and then took Deathscythe's lift up to Duo to see what was wrong with his lover.
As Heero clambered over to crouch before Duo, Duo looked up through tendrils of hair, wet with sweat, and smiled. "Hot," Heero said unnecessarily.
"Yeah," Duo replied.
The first movement of a complicated dance.
"Grease?" Hero asked, motioning to Duo's hair.
Duo frowned as he examined his own hair. "Don't know. Something sticky."
"Can I help?"
Duo hesitated, stared at Heero as if reassuring himself or , even worse, bracing himself, and nodded. "Sure. Thanks."
Heero inched forward very carefully and very slowly, stopped with a foot of space between them, reached out, and took a light hold on the bit of hair that was worrying Duo.
Time for the second movement of the dance.
"Some anti static gum," Heero determined at last.
"Bad?" Duo wondered tensely.
"No."
Heero moved in and reduced the space between them by a half foot. He worried at the black gum, taking it off of the strands patiently, and then, as if to look more closely, he bent towards the strands. Keeping his eyes on Duo, Heero was ready for any negative reaction.
Duo's nipples hardened and he shivered at the delicious sensation of Heero's hands touching his hair. He was suddenly very aware of Heero's masculine scent, his strong, sweaty body so close to his own. How long had it been? They had exhausted themselves completing a string of missions and time to enjoy one another had been nonexistent. Duo raised his great purple eyes to Heero and Heero looked sideways and met them, waiting, forever patient, for Duo to understand what he wanted, what he needed from the pilot of Deathscythe.
"Finished?" Duo asked, suddenly breathless.
"Yes," Heero replied.
"There's some cool water in the cockpit." Duo levered himself up and stared down at a still crouching Heero. Heero had a wonderful view of Duo's long legs and the tight crotch of his pants. "Join me?"
"Yes," Heero replied and watched Duo climb up to the cockpit and slide inside. He followed more slowly. He was the black widow's mate and he knew one wrong move meant death.
The third movement of the dance was about to begin.
Heero smiled as he slid into the cockpit and saw Duo flicking on the air conditioning and leaning the command chair back with a practiced flick of one hand. Heero didn't close the cockpit door as he approached. That would have made Duo feel trapped and there was nothing more dangerous than a threatened Shinigami. Heero had to hope that the other pilots didn't find a reason to come looking for them.
Duo touched the command chair and smoothed over the leather with a deceptively delicate hand. "Make yourself comfortable."
Heero sat down gingerly and waited.
Duo smiled. "More comfortable than that, soldier."
His cue unmistakable now, Heero smiled warmly and began to undress. Duo watched him, moving about the small confines of the cockpit as if reassuring himself of every inch. When Heero's clothes slid to the floor, Duo became very still, amethyst eyes large and...
Heero began to reach for his clothes again. "I still have to get my engines tuned correctly. Maybe tonight we..."
The fear left Duo's eyes all in an instant and he reached out and caught Heero's wrist in a tight grip. "Patience," he told Heero affectionately, knowing his lover was the most patient man on Earth or in Space.
Duo took a deep breath and then, braced and prepared mentally, he reached out and ran a hand along Heero's skin. Goose bumps followed in the wake of his fingertips and Heero's nipples hardened. Very cautiously, eyes raised to watch Heero, Duo leaned in and took a luscious, brown nipple into his mouth and suckled on it.
Heero closed his eyes and hissed in pleasure, hands lax at his side, entire body forced to keep still and not to writhe at the pleasant torment of Duo's tongue and lips. When Duo's hand took hold of his weeping erection and caressed it, lips moving to his other nipple, Heero moaned.
"Like that?" Duo asked in a tone that was almost a purr. "I think I would like that too." He paused only long enough to drop his pants, and then his mouth was back at Heero's nipples, lapping and sucking harshly. He guided Heero's hand to his own erection and Heero sighed in relief as he rubbed that hot, soft skinned, member.
"Do you know what I want, Heero?" Duo asked with a growl of pleasure as he left Heero's reddened nipples.
"No," Heero sighed, all of his being sinking down to his crotch, Duo's massaging hand, and his own hand on Duo's erection.
"Fuck me," Duo said low, and throaty. "Fuck me hard, from behind. Make me yours. I want you to ram it hard, ram it good, ram it deep. I want you to fuck my brains out, Heero Yuy."
Heero moaned and almost came right then and there. He regained control with an effort. He refused to open his eyes. He refused to see his Duo, with his erection drooling in his hand, naked to his ankles, hair spread out all over him, begging to be fucked like an animal. Heero was afraid that if he did look, nothing would be able to stop him from doing just that.
Duo pressed a small tube of lube into Heero's hand. "I mean it," Duo said. "It's been too long. We may never get a chance for a while longer. I want you to make my body come like a freakin nuclear explosion so I'm satisfied from here until next month. Mission accepted, Perfect Soldier?"
"No," Heero replied, hating the word.
Duo was quiet and then lips pressed into Heero's. A body piled on top of him and bore him into the chair cushion. It was shivering, that body, and Heero knew why. It wanted one thing, but Duo's injured mind often wanted just the opposite. Heero didn't want to die for loving Duo, caught on the wrong side of that conflict.
"Fuck me!" Duo begged around his deep kiss. "I want it!"
Still Heero refused to respond and refused to open his eyes. He lay very still, Duo's hand still wrapped around his erection. Duo's shivering stopped. Heero's refusal had given him strength, reassurance that it was his call, his move, his idea. He wasn't being forced by Heero. There wasn't any danger. It was the moment that Heero had been waiting for, doubting that it would happen. Most times it didn't and they were forced to separate and retreat to regroup and try again another time.
Heero opened his eyes at last and saw that Duo was still on top of him, but no longer facing him. Looking down the length of his naked body, Heero saw Duo's ass looking him in the face. The pilot of Deathscythe had gone on all fours, facing away from him, hips lifted enticingly, genitals red and swollen between them. Duo's face was pressed down against the soft leather of the chair, pants discarded on top of Heero's on the floor, and his hair spread out all around him.
Time to finish the dance.
Heero sat up and cautiously flicked his tongue out. Duo moaned as he touched a very sensitive, private spot. Heero took his time, drinking in Duo's taste and scent, his heat and need hotter than the air. His tongue darted in and Duo gasped and moaned very low. Heero delved deep and circled roughly. Duo opened for him and Heero knew he was ready.
The lube slicked over Heero's erection as he applied it with one hand. With his other, he levered himself up on his knees, positioning himself in the cramped chair and trying to find his balance. There wouldn't be any grabbing Duo or holding on. He had to trust Duo not to let them both topple over the bottom edge of the chair. Already Duo was gripping that edge tight with his hands, face turned to watch Heero, reassuring himself that he was still calling the shots, that Heero was Heero and not someone from his terrible past.
"Love you," Heero growled as he hooked hands in the support beams over his head and positioned his cock at Duo's entrance. Crouching forward he started pushing in. "Love you," he repeated. "Only you. Forever you."
"Fuck me, Yuy," Duo smirked. "Don't read me poetry." But then he winced as he wiggled his ass backwards and tried to help Heero get inside of him. That made his eyes go guarded. Heero stopped and waited; the mate of the black widow hoping not to get suddenly eaten in a moment of confusion.
"All right, Baby, " Duo said at last and gritted his teeth. "Do it. I'm ready for you."
Heero gave a shove of his hips and seated his cock in deep. Duo gasped and then grinned, eyes glittering, in control, but holding the promise of danger. He didn't look away, didn't take his eyes off of Heero's face as Heero began to fuck him with slow, steady thrusts. As Duo loosened, Heero began to thrust harder. Duo met each thrust by shoving his ass into Heero's pelvis. In perfect rhythm, they pounded, the slap of flesh meeting flesh loud in the quiet confines of the cockpit.
"Fuck me, baby!" Duo kept snarling like a mantra. "I want it deep. I want it hard!"
Heero heard metal stressing as his powerful grip began to tell on the supports over his head. He continued to thrust, ignoring it, ignoring everything but Duo's face and his cock rutting in the confines of Duo's hot, tight ass. When Duo ran a wet tongue over his own lips and panted , sweat running down his face, Heero lost it. He pounded hard, dug himself in deep, and gave Duo a rapid fire number of short, hard thrusts as he exploded, filling Duo with fiery cream.
Exhausted and breathing hard, Heero gently pulled out and fell to his knees, releasing the bent supports. He kissed Duo's ass lovingly and smiled as Duo turned and began to stand up. He looked up Duo's long legs to his red and needy erection.
Duo looked down, eyes clouded with passion and trust. Duo needed caution, gentleness, and to be in control. Heero needed just the opposite. He liked to be controlled, to have it rough, to have the reins taken by someone else and to be told what to do.
When Duo grabbed the bent supports and directed his erection into Heero's mouth, Heero deep throated it eagerly. When Duo began to piston in and out of him, he felt relief, joy, and release. He needed Duo to grab his hair in one hand and to punish it. He needed Duo's sweat slicked body to be standing over him, over powering him, making him helpless. In that helplessness, he found desire and a few moments where perfection didn't matter and where he wasn't expected to be or to accomplish anything. He was simply a lover, a fuck, and even more crudely, an opening for Duo to relieve himself in. There was a comfort in being nothing and without any other responsibility than that for Heero.
Duo's face flushed and twisted in pleasure. With a loud, "Shit!" he pulled out of Heero's mouth and directed his spurt of cum all over Heero's face. Duo watched it with a glazed look and a wide smile while Heero blinked through it up at him. When he was done spurting, Duo tapped the head of his cock on Heero's face, ran it along Heero's lips, and then shoved it deep into Heero's mouth. Heero gave it one last, powerful suck, swallowed some of the salty taste, and then released it with a sigh of contentment.
Duo sank to his knees and they faced one another, smiling and sated. Heero leaned back in the chair and Duo gingerly stretched out on top of him with his head pillowed on Heero's chest. Heero gently ran a hand over Duo's long hair.
"You're a great fuck, Heero," Duo said lovingly.
"So are you, love," Heero replied. He adjusted his weight and felt something dig into his ribs. He frowned and pulled a gun out from underneath him. Duo looked up at the motion and smiled.
"Always prepared," Duo said self deprecatingly.
Heero nodded. The black widow's mate had survived yet another successful mating dance. "Always," he replied and kissed Duo deeply as he put the gun out of reach.
Owari