Disclaimers: Gundam Wing does not belong to me, nor
do I claim to own it or it's characters. They belong
to the lucky people at Sunrise, Sotsu, and Bandai. I
am only borrowing their likeness for entertainment
Warnings: OOC, AU, Language, Yaoi, Het, Citrus,
Wrestling, Sap?, WAFF/Fluff?, twinge of Angst
Pairings: 3+4, 5+S, 13+11, 6+9?, 1+2/1X2
Rating: overall R bordering on NC-17
Notes: This fic is the sequel to `Denying Fate'. A
fic inspired by the lovely Jade. Let's hope I can
keep the series line running and not bore anyone to
Morning classes seemed to whiz by for Heero, he
barely paid anyone any attention. The Japanese Senior
was still in a blissful haze. He absently took notes
over their lesson in Calculus class, while he thought
about the previous day. A slow blush tinted his
cheeks, and for once Heero was glad his love wasn't in
the class anymore. He didn't know if he could stop
himself from grabbing the braided boy, throwing him on
the teacher's desk and making hot, passionate love to
Duo in front of the entire class. How he ached to run
his finger tips over the smooth skin, tease his
lover's perfect nipples with his tongue, take
the braided boy's hardened flesh into his hands.
Heero continued to ignore the teacher, memories of
the previous day came rushing back. His cock hardened
further, bulging against his pants.
Heero stared at the kitchen door again, his lover
had been gone for a while. He wondered if everything
was okay. Quickly he walked towards the kitchen door,
he pushed the door open intent on finding his lover.
"AH! COLD!" Duo screeched as the tray he was
carrying lost it's balance and the two glasses of iced
tea spilled. When the Japanese boy pushed the door
open, he didn't know Duo was about to talk into the
living room, the door hit the tray.
"Duo, are you okay?"
"Y-yes, just extremely c-cold. Gonna go change..."
The braided boy stuttered while walking towards the
laundry room. Duo peeled of his wet shirt, giving his
lover just a teasing look of his back and denim clad
ass. Unconsciously, he added a little more sway
to his hips than usual.
Duo entered the laundry room and peeled off his
pants, leaving him clad in a pair of tight boxer
briefs. Opening the lid, Duo put his wet clothes in
the washing machine and turned the knobs. After
adding some detergent he shut the lid and spun around,
"Heero! What are you..." The remainder of his
statement was cut off with a deeply passionate
Heero watched, with growing lust, the braided boy
all but saunter out of the kitchen. The Japanese boy
felt his pants tighten, his arousal throbbing and
burning in the confines of the material. Heero ached
to peel his clothes off and take the other boy, to
feel his length sliding into his lover's searing heat.
He couldn't hold himself back any further, he
needed to make love to Duo. The aroused boy quickly
searched the kitchen for anything they could use as
lubricant. His eyes landed on a small bottle of
vegetable oil, from what he knew it should work well
enough. Heero wondered, briefly, if he would always
become aroused when around Duo, or even thinking about
the beautiful American. He decided he didn't mind,
and would do anything for Duo, even if that meant
running around town naked. With trembling hands, the
Japanese boy picked up the small bottle of liquid and
quickly made his way towards the laundry room.
Heero watched as his sexy lover wiggled out of the
pair of jeans. His cerulean blue eyes were enchanted
with Duo's sexy ass, he watched as the material fell
down to pool at his feet. The Japanese boy nearly
growled when Duo bent over to pick up his discarded
pants and toss them into the washing machine. The
blue-eyed boy admired the very form fitting boxer
briefs, the way they clung to his lover's ass had him
almost whimpering with need. Then Duo turned around.
"Heero! What're you..." Heero took two steps and
silenced his love with a deep kiss, somehow he managed
to set the bottle of oil off to the side. He pulled
their bodies against each other, moaning at his
hardness ground against Duo's awakening erection.
His tongue slid past the open lips, deepening
passion's embrace. He explored his lover's mouth and
coaxed Duo's tongue into his mouth. His hands trailed
down his lover's back and squeezed the cotton clad
"Duo, I need you" he whispered out, after breaking
away for air. The Japanese boy emphasized his need by
grinding his hips into Duo's. His body was screaming
at him, all it wanted was to ripped off Duo's
underwear, and his clothing as well, and pound into
the aching familiar heat.
The braided boy was taken by surprise by Heero's
actions, but soon was swept off his feet. His arms
came up to base of his lover's neck, ruffling the soft
hair while kissing Heero with the same passion.
Thoughts of Heero claiming his body, filled his mind.
Duo willingly slipped his tongue into his lover's
mouth, teasing the other boy. His body began moving
with his lover, hard erection brushing against hard
erection. The braided boy's cock was wet with desire,
staining the gray briefs. All he wanted was for Heero
to ripped off his clothes and throw him on the washer.
Duo wanted to feel his burning hardness enter his
body, he wanted Heero to fuck him. The American
wanted to feel complete again, to have Heero inside
"Duo, I need you."
"Heero. I want you now," Duo growled out. His hands
quickly pushed down the boxer briefs and he kicked
them to the side. The braided boy's body was
throbbing with need and sexual tension. He didn't
want to wait any longer, no teasing or foreplay. All
he wanted was to be claimed by his love. His fingers
quickly moved the button on Heero's pants, they
fumbled with the small metal zipper.
"Dammit!" he cursed, trying to get into Heero's pants.
Finally his fingers stopped trembling so he could
pull the zipper down. Duo pushed the pants down
Heero's hips, and down the muscled legs.
Heero pulled his lover to his feet, while staring
into the deep violet eyes, and picked him up off the
ground. He sat Duo on the washer, kissing his lover
breathless. Heero broke away quickly to rip off his
own shirt and yank his boxers down his legs. He
his hands on the vibrating washer while kissing his
braided American deeply, passionately.
"Hee~eeer~o" Duo cried out, his voice filling the
room from the rocking washing machine. The vibrations
were such a turn on for him, sending little jolts of
pleasure through his body. He moaned out loud when he
was pulled to the edge of the washer, his legs being
spread wide apart. His head lulled back in pleasure
as a slick finger entered his body, vaguely he
wondered where Heero got lube.
Heero quickly reached over, blindly, for the bottle
of vegetable oil. His fingers quickly twisted the cap
off and tossed it over his shoulder. He tipped the
bottle over, allowing the warm liquid to coat his hand
and fingers. Heero slipped a finger into his lover's
body, wanting nothing more than to drive his cock deep
within the impossible heat. The Japanese boy quickly
prepared his lover, but the vibrations and Duo's loud,
pleasurable moans were making him even harder. Long
fingers thrust in and out of the other boy's
body, stretching him for his aching cock.
"hee~ro....now...please....oh G-gods NOW!"
The Japanese boy's fingers left Duo and grasped for
the bottle once again, he tipped the bottle and coated
his hand with the oil. Heero coated his cock with the
"gods Duo...." the Japanese boy cried out,
desperately trying not to climax from his slow
strokes. He jumped when the American's lets
surrounded his waits and pulled him close, the tip of
his arousal nudging his lover's opening.
"Heero...need you i-inside. NOW!"
Heero finally relented to Duo's and his body's
demands, he pulled Duo closer to him. The braided
boy's back was flat on the washing machine, while
Heero wrapped the long legs tighter around his waist.
He flexed his hips, pushing past the ring of muscle.
Heero pushed into his lover's incredible tightness,
gasping from the sheer pleasure of becoming
one with the other boy. They both cried out as Heero
pushed into Duo's willing body, blissful heat surround
the Japanese boy's length. "Duo! You feel
incredible...so hot..." he cried out as he slid into
the American. The increasing vibrations creating to
their building pleasure. He could feel them ripple
through his lover's body, caress and tease his cock
buried in Duo's body. Heero stopped when he was fully
buried, giving the other boy just a few moments to
adjust. Once his lover's muscled fully relaxed, Heero
pulled out and drove back in. His hips began a fast
and hard pace, his straining body crying out
for release. He pounded into his lover, his own cries
joining the braided boy's.
"L-lo-lover," Duo cried out as his lover pounded
into him. The combination of Heero and the wonderful
washing machine Duo screamed out as he climaxed, his
burning passion covering their bodies.
"Du~oo!" Heero cried out as his orgasm ripped
through his body, pouring his hot seed into his
lover's body His pumping hips rode the fading waves,
as he gasped for air. Slowly his thrusts stopped and
the young man collapsed on his lover's trembling
"Heero..." Duo whimpered, feeling his lover's
softening erection slid out of his body. He still
trembled from the intense climax.
"My Duo..." The Japanese boy claimed while seizing
his lover's lips in a passionate kiss.
A choked gasp left Heero lips as his body
shuddered, and he climaxed within the confines of his
jeans. He bit down on his bottom lip to keep from
crying out. His seed poured from his throbbing cock
into his briefs, staining them with his pleasure.
"Heero, are you feeling okay?"
"H-ha-hai, I'm f-fine."
"Maybe you should go see the nurse..."
The Japanese boy jumped from the suggestion, just
how was he suppose to see the nurse without everyone
seeing the huge stain on his pants. He shifted in his
seat, uncomfortably sticky.