Disclaimer: *sniffles* I don't own Gundam Wing or any of the Gundam Boys.

Pairing: 2x2, 2x1
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: yaoi, lemon, masturbation, sap, Duo's POV, PWP

Notes: I don't know what's up with me and writing in POV's all of a sudden... ^^;;;;

*aims and fires at the 1x2 fort*

the duel: 2X1 takes a shot

Purrfect Soldier
by Dia-chan

He's doing it again!

Why?! Why is he always doing that? Heero is bending over, wearing those much too tight spandex shorts, and giving me a great view of that round, perfect ass of his. Its enough to drive me insane! Does he purposefully wear those shorts to drive my self-control straight to hell? Or does he hope that my cock will explode from the case of blue balls that he's always giving me?

He's a little fucker!

My eyes follow the perfect, round globes of his ass as he stands up straight and stretches out his arms, high above his head; giving me a small glimpse of flawless, golden skin, just screaming to be touched and caressed by my very needy fingers. I can almost feel his body beneath me, trembling with need, glistening with sweat, aching to be filled by my more than ready cock. I can feel my mouth grow dry, my breathing becoming labored, just from these arousing visions that my mind is supplying me with.

Heero turns around and meets my eyes, and I can feel my entire body burn with need as I lose myself in those Prussian blue gems. The heat that Heero brings to my groin causes me to hallucinate, because for a brief moment, I imagine that there's a little smirk on his face, like he knows exactly what his actions are doing to me.

He saunters over to our shared bedroom, standing a few feet inside of the doorway, where I can still see him from the place that I'm sitting. He begins to peel the forest green tank top over his head, slowly revealing another full inch of skin to my hungry eyes. I can feel my cock pulse in the confines of the jeans I'm wearing, demanding that I set him free, into the warm depths of a certain Japanese boys heated body.

The tank top falls to the floor. I don't care where it landed, because I'm too busy dining on the meal that is presented before me.

Heero is built like a Greek statue; hard, descriptive lines of muscle, flexing up and down the length of his body. He is not overly built; small muscles, but screaming of strength, screaming of sensuality, screaming of sex! God! What is he doing to me? If I don't take him, I think I will go insane with need! Jerking off doesn't help, because all I do is imagine Heero's body writhing beneath me; his rose-petal lips screaming my name as I ram into him viciously. Fuck!

I stand up quickly from the chair I've been sitting on. I race into the bathroom, slamming the door, locking it behind me, and unbuttoning the top of my jeans. I feel a sense of relief as I lower my zipper, revealing the wet tip of my very heated cock. The cool air brushes against the head, causing tingling sensations to dance along my veins, tickling me, teasing me, sensitizing me, until I can no longer take it. I pull my jeans down to mid thigh, ignoring the rope of hair that falls down my shoulder, and I take my erection into my hand; wrapping my fist tightly around it, gaining the friction that my body needed, but not the friction my body desired.

A moan fell from my lips as I pumped into my hand, reveling in the sensation of pleasure that moved in fluid movements up my body. I closed my eyes, bit my lip, and pretended that Heero had his fist around me; pumping my cock, rubbing his thumb over my wet tip, and looking up at me through his hooded, blue eyes. I moaned his name as I pumped my fist faster, thrusting my hips forward, and leaning back against the bathroom wall for support. I didn't care if Heero heard me moaning his name; it was his fault that I was in here, jerking off to visions of his hand, his mouth, his body, wrapped around my swollen cock. I got so lost in my fantasy, I could have sworn I felt something hot and moist swipe across the head of my cock.

"Nnnn, Heero," I groaned, as I felt that wet sensation once again. My fist enclosed my erection tightly, and I began stroking myself harder, not quite at the peak of release, but too far gone to stop what I was doing. I was about to wrap my other hand around my cock, when two hands pushed my hands to the side, and something warm, something moist, and something tight wrapped around my length.

My eyes flew open and I stared into the pair of eyes that have been haunting my mind.

"He-Heero?" I choked out in surprise.

How did he get into the bathroom? When did he get into the bathroom? How come I didn't notice it?

I lost track of my thoughts because my cock was too busy disappearing into that heated, moist cavern. I could feel his tongue circling my length, tracing the thick vein that pulsed deep inside of me, and swirling around the tip of my erection. His lips tightened around me, sealing my length in a heated embrace, and he began bobbing his head up and down, taking me in all the way to the hilt.

Jeezus, when did he learn to use his mouth like that?

I moved my hands up to the top of his head, burying my fingers in the soft, disheveled mass. His hair was as soft as I had imagined; flowing through my fingers like liquid silk. I moaned again and I started to gently rock my hips against his mouth, losing myself in the pleasurable sensation Heero was giving me. Compared to this, my hand was a very poor substitute. I massaged the scalp of his hair while he sucked on me harder and faster, bringing me close to the edge, but not allowing me to fall over.

"No teasing," I growled, in a voice that was husky and filled with lust. I placed my hands on his shoulders and gently lifted him up, bringing us face-to-face. I lost myself in his eyes for a moment, and then my hands moved to the back of his head, and I pushed him forward, crushing our lips together.

He moaned into my mouth and that was the sweetest sound I had ever heard. My tongue roamed freely in the sweet depths of his cavern; tasting, sucking, licking, at every pore, every crevice, anything that my tongue encountered. He tasted sweet, like a mixture of honey, and a hint of my essence. A possessive growl rumbled in my throat and I kissed him harder; nearly bruising his lips, but in a gentle, dominating way. No one would ever experience this sweet mouth except for me! No one would taste Heero except for me! No one would ever claim Heero except for me!

Never have I ever felt so possessive over something, but there was something about Heero, something that I would never let go. He belonged to me, and after today, he would forever be mine.

I lifted him up so his legs could wrap around my waist; the head of my cock rubbed against his spandex clad bottom, and I growled, "Do you want this?" into his ear.

He whimpered as I grinded my erection against his bottom; the sweet, round bottom that had been my undoing right from the beginning. He kissed me in answer, but I would have none of that. I wanted to hear him beg, I wanted to know how much he wanted me, and I wanted to make sure that I was doing the right thing.

"You didn't answer me, Heero. Do you want this?" I thrust my hips up in punctuation, extracting a loud moan from those sweet lips that I needed to kiss. "Do you want me to take you, Heero? Do you want me to claim you?"

Heero buried his face between my neck and shoulder, whimpering and kissing the side of my neck. It took him awhile to answer, but I knew that he would, and I have waited long enough to wait just a few more seconds, minutes, whatever it took.

"Duo," Heero murmured, lifting his head up so he could look at me straight in the eyes. "Make love to me..."

I'm shocked for a moment. I didn't expect to hear those words fall from his lips, but it was said, and I was staring straight into his earnest, blue eyes. He looks so vulnerable right now, like a lost child, locked in the hands of a stranger, but trusting him completely. I swallowed, hard, and realized that this wasn't just a quick fuck; Heero's emotions were involved, and they were clearly displayed on that perfectly shaped, but clearly vulnerable, face.

"Heero," I say, and I'm surprised at how soft and gentle my voice is. I lift up one of my hands and stroke the side of his face, reveling in the softness that rests under my finger. "Do you trust me?"

He seems to think about it for a moment, and then he nods his head, keeping his gaze steady and locked with mine. I kiss him tenderly, still somewhat amazed at the way my body is reacting to this situation, but somehow, in my heart, it feels right.

"Lets go into the bedroom," I murmur against his lips. He nods and tightens his arms around my neck, and I carry him into our bedroom; ignoring the fact that my jeans are stuck around my ankles and slowing down the process to our destination. I close the door, lock it, and gently settle Heero onto my bed.

I look down at him for a moment, noticing for the first time, not his physical beauty, but his inner beauty. It seems as though a beautiful flower has bloomed before my eyes, revealing its true beauty for only my eyes to see. The feelings I felt towards Heero had been lust, but at this moment, I feel something warm envelope my heart, and I knelt down on the bed and kissed him softly.

"I love you," Heero whispers. Those words cause goose-bumps to run down my spine, and in answer, I kiss him again.

I nibble at his neck, finding a sensitive spot and lavishing it with my tongue. I can feel Heero squirming beneath me, but I don't pay too much attention to what he's doing. I'm too busy tasting the salt on his skin, running my tongue back and forth, and leaving dark blue marks wherever my mouth happened to travel. I barely register the small tube that Heero places in my hand, but a gentle squeeze around my fingers sends the signals to my brain. I sit up, kicking my jeans off of my ankles, and run my hands up the length of his body. Heero shivers from the feather light touches and lifts his hips off of the bed, offering me his last article of clothing, which I happily discard, tossing it over my shoulder to disappear somewhere in our room.

"Beautiful," I murmur, eyeing his beautiful body up and down. He wiggles self-consciously under my gaze, but a gentle hand to his slender, but muscled thigh, calms him.

"Duo," he says, and I know what he wants. I nod my head, flipping the cap of the lube open, and coat my fingers thoroughly. What had started out as an act of lust transformed into something of beauty and sensuality. I didn't want to take him hard, I didn't want to take him fast, I wanted to do what he asked me to do.

I wanted to make love to him.

His body trembled as my lube slick fingers neared his puckered entrance. I ran my index finger in gentle circles around the tight ring of muscle, causing the ring to clench and unclench, until it relaxed and my finger slipped inside. He gasped, closing his eyes, parting his lips into a perfect 'o', and moaning my name. I gently pulled my finger in and out, being careful, trying not to inflict any sort of pain. I knew that he would hurt, but if I could stop some of that hurt, I would.

I worked my fingers in and out of his tight entrance; carefully inserting two fingers, and then three; stretching him gently and almost painlessly. He was beginning to rock his hips to meet my fingers, pushing himself harder against them, moaning sweet moans that caused my unsatisfied cock to weep at the vision.

His eyes flew open when my fingers brushed that spot; that certain spot that, I knew, sent flashes of white pleasure racing along his body. He propped himself up on his elbows and pulled me forward for a kiss; a heated kiss that bruised our lips.

"Take me," Heero moaned, pushing down on my questing digits. "Now."

He only needed to ask once. I withdrew my fingers and grabbed the lube, coating my erection with the clear substance. I pushed Heero back on the bed, where he spread his legs wide, offering his body to me. I placed one of my hands beside his head, while my other hand guided my arousal to paradise. I met his eyes and said, "Are you ready? Are you sure you want this?"

Heero nodded his head, his eyes cloudy with need. "Hai."

I pushed in, gently, moving pass the ring of muscle, eliciting a hiss of pleasure and pain from the boy below me. I kissed his pain away, pushing inside of him slowly, until I was fully embedded in his tight sheath. I paused, to allow his body to adjust, and I kissed away the single tear that fell out of the corner of his eye.

"Duo," he whimpered, his voice torn between wanting more pleasure, but not wanting to experience the pain.

"It'll get better, baby. Just relax."

Heero tried to relax, forcing his tensed muscles to loosen its grip around me. I moaned as his inner muscles clenched and unclenched around me, and when Heero rocked his hips up, I slowly began to pull out of him, until only the tip remained, and I pushed back into him. He moaned my name and I wanted to hear it again, so I pulled back again, teasing his inner muscles, and thrust back in; snapping my hips so the head of my cock brushed against his prostate.

"Duo!" He screamed, and I did it again, until his legs wrapped around my waist, leaving only his upper back pressed against the bed.

I rocked into him, harder and faster, striking his prostate, leaving him squirming beneath me, forming a mantra of 'Duo' in his pleasure filled mind. The walls that I was sheathed in brought unbelievable pleasure to my body; I was not a virgin, but never had I ever been with anyone who fit so perfectly against me. It was like we were two halves of a whole, and the faster we moved, the closer our souls got.

"Heero," I moaned, thrusting into him with bruising force. My hands rested on his slender hips, using them as an anchor to continue thrusting into his body; at the speed both of us desired. I could feel my orgasm quickly approaching, so I wrapped one of my hands around Heero's cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts. I squeezed his length, stroking him harder, thrusting into him faster, until his muscles clenched around my cock and a stream of warm pleasure exploded from his cock. His back arched off the bed as he came, and the angle caused me to go deeper into his tight body. I pounded into him as hard and as fast as I could, until my orgasm peeked, and I came tumbling over the edge of euphoria.

We fell onto the bed in a boneless heap, with me still buried deeply inside of him. I don't know what we just experienced, but it was so much different from all of the other lovers that I had. There was something there, and as corny as it sounds, something had been pulling our souls together.

I think I figured out what it was.


I gathered Heero into my arms and nuzzled his neck, bringing him as close to my body as I possibly could. "Mmmm, Hee-chan. You're purrfect."

I think he snorted, but I'm not too sure. I was too content, basking in the warm glow of our love making. Heero woke something inside of me that had been dormant for a long time, and Iknew, from this moment, I would never let him go.

"I love you, Heero."

I couldn't see it, but I could feel the smile that brightened his face.

"I love you too, Duo."

Heero's mine; mine to love, mine to hold, and mine to pleasure, for all of eternity.

He's my Purrfect Soldier.


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