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(GW) Heero's week, scene 1 from chapter... six?
... liek. zomgwtf. GW. DUDE. GUNDAM WING.
I'm not linking to the previous parts, too lazy. Go and find them yourself.
Yes, Sera, I really do love you.
The house was so still when they were all on a mission. Heero would have thought he'd like the peace and quiet, but somehow the total absence of any teammate-related noise made the silence oppressing instead of relaxing.
He managed to spend some time working on his laptop, but his backlog couldn't last all day. Then he listened to whatever OZ radio stations he could find, but he was too far from the actual base to get anything about the battle. That and the only thing he could do to Wing was polishing off the dust that had settled on it since the last time he'd hosed it down -- a week ago. The only thing left to do was nap.
He woke up to the hum of a Gundam powering down, and a tenseness he hadn't been aware of left his body. He pushed himself up on the couch, eyed the radio. If they had injuries they'd have called him; they were probably safe and sound.
He got up anyway; there wasn't any harm in checking out the hangar. Maybe they would let him help with post-flight check-ups...
He opened the door, to end up face to face with Duo. He was grinning, just a little too widely; it made Heero suspicious.
"Heero! Just the man I wanted to see."
"You aren't in the hangar," Heero replied, eyeing him critically. Duo hadn't even bothered to take off his flight suit yet.
"Nope! Buddy didn't even get dented. He's recharging now."
"The others--"
"Hangar. They're fine. Trowa's got a bump, Quatre's fussing, Wufei's off worshipping his Gundam or whatever it is he does when he stomps off with his 'just sat on a big pointy stick' face on. Say, Heero, my pal, my good buddy..."
"You're babbling," Heero observed, and arched an eyebrow.
"You're not taking the hint!"
Heero gave him a placid blink. "No, I'm just fucking with you."
"GAH!" Duo stepped back, a hand clenched on his chest. "Don't give me heart attacks by using that word -- I mean -- developing a sense of humor now!"
"... Fucking?"
Heero had a half second to curb his instinctive response as Duo grabbed his arms, pulled him close and kissed him hard.
Heero reflected that it had been a badly chosen moment to give Duo a taste of his own medicine. Though -- wait, no. He was still surprisingly amused. Even given that the American seemed to be trying to devour his face and throat with wet kisses and nibbles, his hands roaming Heero's body.
"Duo... Flight suit," he commented dryly, and gave the suspicious bulge at his groin a meaningful look.
Duo groaned, and let Heero go to contort himself trying to get at his zipper.
"What got you so anxious anyway?"
"The battle was too fucking easy!" Duo replied as he managed to lower the zipper enough to catch it from underneath. "I got all pumped up on adrenalin for nothing. And then there was Trowa Bastard Barton who kept dropping innuendoes all over the place about humping you against his Gundam -- private circuit of course, the little bitch, so Wufei and Quatre still think he's so calm and serious and respectable, what the hell -- and now -- aha!"
Duo peeled the flight suit off his arms, and wriggled out of it quickly; the clingy black bike shorts he was wearing underneath stubbornly refused to move an inch.
"... Are those my spandex shorts?"
Duo gave him an exasperated look as he kicked off the flight suit and rolled it in a ball quickly. "Dude, no! I just wanted a layer between my dick and the suit, I bought my own!"
"You always make fun of me about them," Heero replied, frowning faintly.
Duo threw his hand up. "That's because they're supposed to be UNDERWEAR." He gave Heero a long look, then grinned. "Though if I had a body like yours... Anyway! Mission complete. Sex now. Talk later," he barked out suddenly. "Where's the lube?"
"Couch."
Duo paused in the middle of pushing him back toward said couch. "...seriously?"
Heero frowned, more because he didn't like being manhandled than because of the question. "Why would I joke about that?"
Apparently it was funny, because Duo cracked up.
"What now -- hey!"
Still laughing, Duo shoved him down on the couch, and followed him down, pressing his body against Heero's.
"Lube. It's just -- 'never leave the house without', eh? Poor guy..."
Snorting, Heero squirmed under him, twisting on his side to stretch toward the foot of the couch and grab the tube. Duo snatched it from Heero's hand, leaning heavily on his side, pinning him down on the cushions.
"With you around, it's that or a dry fuck--mmph."
"Believe me, I see the irony," Duo commented against his lips, before kissing him again, "but Heero," another kiss, "buddy," and another, deeper this time, accompanied by catlike rubbing against his body that left Heero breathless -- mostly because he was heavy -- "you talk too much."
Hands traveled down his body, tugged at the drawstring holding up his sweatpants.
"Oh, hey, commando!"
"Spandex chafes," Heero gritted out between his clenched teeth as Duo pumped his penis into erection.
"I know."
"... kill you."
"Yeah, I kill you too, honey-baby -- OW."
Duo bit him back; after that, it was a few seconds of squirming and mad wrestling on the couch. Sadly, Heero had the disadvantage; he was stuck in the hollow between the seat and the back of the couch, and Duo was making himself heavy on top of him. He didn't have any time to really start feeling bothered by how utterly trapped he was, though; he was too annoyed at Duo, who was too busy inserting a knee between Heero's thighs to care about the glares.
Duo paused, briefly, as he knelt up on the couch. "Sorry, but -- not nice and slow today." And then he proceeded to prove it, slipping a lubed up finger inside him without further ado.
"Don't care," Heero managed to grunt in between two hungry kisses.
Visibly, Duo had lots, lots of pent-up frustration to evacuate. Heero didn't mind too horribly, though; he knew how the adrenaline rush could awaken the body, how some battles were just enough to get your blood running but not enough to exhaust the fire. When that happened, he had a tendency to box something until it broke, but that had nothing on Duo's predilection for snarking at Wufei until the other boy forgot to keep his temper in check and attacked. And Heero could bet that if Duo found the battle unsatisfying, Wufei would find it an insult to his skills. He would be only too happy to use Duo as a substitute for a punching ball.
Of course, sacrificing his body to the cause didn't mean that he couldn't enjoy the preparation. Because he did, even if Duo was rougher than he usually would be.
"... Enough -- that's enough, you can--"
Duo didn't lose time turning him all the way on his front or his back; he just grabbed one of Heero's legs, lifted it up to hook it over his shoulder, and thrust inside him. Heero grunted softly, and twisted on his side, trying to grab onto the edge of the couch. One of Duo's thighs pressed down on his leg; he would have to change positions soon or it would fall asleep -- nngh! Panting, he let his head fall on the cushion, folded an arm over his head to make sure Duo wouldn't end up slamming him up into the arm of the couch, and closed his eyes to enjoy the ride.
He remembered that they were, in fact, still in the living room, when the door was kicked open a second time and their Chinese team-mate stomped in.
"Yuy, where... oh."
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I'd promise to write more tomorrow, but I gotta take my dog to the vet and I'm not sure how much i'll feel like writing smut afterwards. He isn't eating and his back paws are swollen. T_T *worries*
I'm not linking to the previous parts, too lazy. Go and find them yourself.
Yes, Sera, I really do love you.
The house was so still when they were all on a mission. Heero would have thought he'd like the peace and quiet, but somehow the total absence of any teammate-related noise made the silence oppressing instead of relaxing.
He managed to spend some time working on his laptop, but his backlog couldn't last all day. Then he listened to whatever OZ radio stations he could find, but he was too far from the actual base to get anything about the battle. That and the only thing he could do to Wing was polishing off the dust that had settled on it since the last time he'd hosed it down -- a week ago. The only thing left to do was nap.
He woke up to the hum of a Gundam powering down, and a tenseness he hadn't been aware of left his body. He pushed himself up on the couch, eyed the radio. If they had injuries they'd have called him; they were probably safe and sound.
He got up anyway; there wasn't any harm in checking out the hangar. Maybe they would let him help with post-flight check-ups...
He opened the door, to end up face to face with Duo. He was grinning, just a little too widely; it made Heero suspicious.
"Heero! Just the man I wanted to see."
"You aren't in the hangar," Heero replied, eyeing him critically. Duo hadn't even bothered to take off his flight suit yet.
"Nope! Buddy didn't even get dented. He's recharging now."
"The others--"
"Hangar. They're fine. Trowa's got a bump, Quatre's fussing, Wufei's off worshipping his Gundam or whatever it is he does when he stomps off with his 'just sat on a big pointy stick' face on. Say, Heero, my pal, my good buddy..."
"You're babbling," Heero observed, and arched an eyebrow.
"You're not taking the hint!"
Heero gave him a placid blink. "No, I'm just fucking with you."
"GAH!" Duo stepped back, a hand clenched on his chest. "Don't give me heart attacks by using that word -- I mean -- developing a sense of humor now!"
"... Fucking?"
Heero had a half second to curb his instinctive response as Duo grabbed his arms, pulled him close and kissed him hard.
Heero reflected that it had been a badly chosen moment to give Duo a taste of his own medicine. Though -- wait, no. He was still surprisingly amused. Even given that the American seemed to be trying to devour his face and throat with wet kisses and nibbles, his hands roaming Heero's body.
"Duo... Flight suit," he commented dryly, and gave the suspicious bulge at his groin a meaningful look.
Duo groaned, and let Heero go to contort himself trying to get at his zipper.
"What got you so anxious anyway?"
"The battle was too fucking easy!" Duo replied as he managed to lower the zipper enough to catch it from underneath. "I got all pumped up on adrenalin for nothing. And then there was Trowa Bastard Barton who kept dropping innuendoes all over the place about humping you against his Gundam -- private circuit of course, the little bitch, so Wufei and Quatre still think he's so calm and serious and respectable, what the hell -- and now -- aha!"
Duo peeled the flight suit off his arms, and wriggled out of it quickly; the clingy black bike shorts he was wearing underneath stubbornly refused to move an inch.
"... Are those my spandex shorts?"
Duo gave him an exasperated look as he kicked off the flight suit and rolled it in a ball quickly. "Dude, no! I just wanted a layer between my dick and the suit, I bought my own!"
"You always make fun of me about them," Heero replied, frowning faintly.
Duo threw his hand up. "That's because they're supposed to be UNDERWEAR." He gave Heero a long look, then grinned. "Though if I had a body like yours... Anyway! Mission complete. Sex now. Talk later," he barked out suddenly. "Where's the lube?"
"Couch."
Duo paused in the middle of pushing him back toward said couch. "...seriously?"
Heero frowned, more because he didn't like being manhandled than because of the question. "Why would I joke about that?"
Apparently it was funny, because Duo cracked up.
"What now -- hey!"
Still laughing, Duo shoved him down on the couch, and followed him down, pressing his body against Heero's.
"Lube. It's just -- 'never leave the house without', eh? Poor guy..."
Snorting, Heero squirmed under him, twisting on his side to stretch toward the foot of the couch and grab the tube. Duo snatched it from Heero's hand, leaning heavily on his side, pinning him down on the cushions.
"With you around, it's that or a dry fuck--mmph."
"Believe me, I see the irony," Duo commented against his lips, before kissing him again, "but Heero," another kiss, "buddy," and another, deeper this time, accompanied by catlike rubbing against his body that left Heero breathless -- mostly because he was heavy -- "you talk too much."
Hands traveled down his body, tugged at the drawstring holding up his sweatpants.
"Oh, hey, commando!"
"Spandex chafes," Heero gritted out between his clenched teeth as Duo pumped his penis into erection.
"I know."
"... kill you."
"Yeah, I kill you too, honey-baby -- OW."
Duo bit him back; after that, it was a few seconds of squirming and mad wrestling on the couch. Sadly, Heero had the disadvantage; he was stuck in the hollow between the seat and the back of the couch, and Duo was making himself heavy on top of him. He didn't have any time to really start feeling bothered by how utterly trapped he was, though; he was too annoyed at Duo, who was too busy inserting a knee between Heero's thighs to care about the glares.
Duo paused, briefly, as he knelt up on the couch. "Sorry, but -- not nice and slow today." And then he proceeded to prove it, slipping a lubed up finger inside him without further ado.
"Don't care," Heero managed to grunt in between two hungry kisses.
Visibly, Duo had lots, lots of pent-up frustration to evacuate. Heero didn't mind too horribly, though; he knew how the adrenaline rush could awaken the body, how some battles were just enough to get your blood running but not enough to exhaust the fire. When that happened, he had a tendency to box something until it broke, but that had nothing on Duo's predilection for snarking at Wufei until the other boy forgot to keep his temper in check and attacked. And Heero could bet that if Duo found the battle unsatisfying, Wufei would find it an insult to his skills. He would be only too happy to use Duo as a substitute for a punching ball.
Of course, sacrificing his body to the cause didn't mean that he couldn't enjoy the preparation. Because he did, even if Duo was rougher than he usually would be.
"... Enough -- that's enough, you can--"
Duo didn't lose time turning him all the way on his front or his back; he just grabbed one of Heero's legs, lifted it up to hook it over his shoulder, and thrust inside him. Heero grunted softly, and twisted on his side, trying to grab onto the edge of the couch. One of Duo's thighs pressed down on his leg; he would have to change positions soon or it would fall asleep -- nngh! Panting, he let his head fall on the cushion, folded an arm over his head to make sure Duo wouldn't end up slamming him up into the arm of the couch, and closed his eyes to enjoy the ride.
He remembered that they were, in fact, still in the living room, when the door was kicked open a second time and their Chinese team-mate stomped in.
"Yuy, where... oh."
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I'd promise to write more tomorrow, but I gotta take my dog to the vet and I'm not sure how much i'll feel like writing smut afterwards. He isn't eating and his back paws are swollen. T_T *worries*
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Good luck on the dog. :(
|Meduza|
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Good luck with the dog, sweetie.
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I think I squeed out loud when I saw you'd posted this. It's been sooo long since something GW was posted and this was just, well, it really made me remember how much I adore your writing. I think I'm gonna have to go re-read Garou or something. Lovely, lovely job ^__^
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<3
I hope your dog is okay. I miss my dog; we had to put him down (tumour) when I was like eight. I miss my cats too, for that matter, but they're still okay and I get to see them in a week. ^^
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Lovely to see more of this... always such a nice surprise. So... were Duo and Wufei racing to the house? ^o^ Poor Wufei was just a bit too slow. ^___~
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Seeing as he also stops eating when there are bitches in heat around, yeah, we weren't too worried about that; he's finicky about food. But I'm not sure he still has, uh, bowel movements. ~_~ so. worried.
Wufei was trying to convince himself he wasn't going to ask. XD he lost. ...against himself. yeah. I'll try to write more this afternoon ^^
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Think maybe Heero'd better go have a nice lie down...^___^
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MORE HEERO'S WEEK YAY. T___T <3 Indeed, I do love you so, Asuka. Plus, horny!Duo is always so fun. And Wufei walking in on them! Bwhahaha.
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/flails madly like a mad flailing thing
I love you. And I love this fic. ^^ I'm so happy to see more. Even if it was a cliffy-type ending (wihtout much suspense. ^^)
Also, I hope your doggy is ok!
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Wufei va 'sauter' sur l'occasion ou nous faire le coup du p'tit gars qui lui, y'en veut pas de ça, oh noooon.. yé bin au dessus de tout ça lui!! XD
Oh, en passant, tu sais que les pauvres petits français qui ne savent pas lire l'anglais n'ont toujours pas eu leur chapitre 5 de la version française? me demandais si tu l'avais oublié ^^; mais bon, si c'est à cause de la révision, je te comprends tellement!!!
méga hug love!!
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je poste dès que je reviens du véto... U_U;;;
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And also... OT3!!! XD
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Sex now. Talk later
Suits me!!!! I love them when they're at their most pragmatic and desperate!
thanks for more of this!!!
^_^
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My dog is dead.