"Heero..." Duo's voice intruded on Heero's thoughts as it rang out
across the linoleum-covered cubicle that passed as their dorm room.
Every sound in the room they shared rang out stridently, with
nothing to dampen it (Duo wanted to buy a rug but Heero refused,
saying it was an unnecessary depletion of their limited funds) but
Heero knew Duo well. That tone in his voice meant he wanted
something from Heero.
Stifling a sigh, Heero turned in his chair to look at the longhaired
pilot. "Yes, Duo?" he said without a trace of impatience. Duo seemed
to like to goad him to talk more, to show more emotion, and he
secretly liked to thwart the other boy in such attempts.
"You busy?" Yes, that tone was definitely indicative of trouble.
"I'm always busy," Heero stated patiently. At the moment, he was
hacking into the school database to alter his records, doing some
research on the tensile strength of a new proposed Gundanium-mix
alloy, and doing Calculus homework. While they were undercover at a
school, he had to pretend to keep up.
"Yeah, well," Duo said, waving his hand dismissively. "You know what
I mean. I only need your help for a second."
Heero knew about Duo's 'seconds.' To the other boy, a second was an
infinitely variable unit of time that could be anywhere from an
actual second to several hours in duration. But then again, by his
estimate, Heero had already wasted about 120 actual seconds on this
particular episode, so he may as well give in. Instead of bothering
to answer, he just stood and walked the few steps to Duo's desk,
where the other boy sat at his laptop.
Duo apparently hadn't expected such rapid acquiescence, and his eyes
widened as Heero approached. He turned back to his laptop and
quickly saved and closed something, then turned to Heero with a
grin. "Thanks, Heero! I really appreciate it."
Heero pretended not to notice Duo's actions; he could investigate
later. "What's the problem?" he asked neutrally.
"It's this piece of shit laptop," Duo said emphatically. "I knew I
shouldn't have bought it off Howard. It's crap. Won't connect to the
school's network. I can't get online."
Heero barely refrained from rolling his eyes. Duo had an unfortunate
habit of blaming things on his equipment. Though Duo was a brilliant
pilot, and Heero had the utmost respect for his skills, the boy
could really be annoying sometimes. "Why do you need to be online so
badly?" Heero asked, not really wanting to know the answer. He
leaned forward, bringing up a menu.
Duo laughed. "Gotta download my porn, ya know, Heero. I'm a teenage
boy after all."
Heero pretended not to react. Of course that was why Duo wanted to
be online. "They block those sites, you know," he said, turning the
laptop to face him so he could see what he was doing.
Duo snorted. "Even I know how to get around that shit." He leaned
forward, peering at the screen. "Whatcha doing?"
Heero frowned. "You always forget. You have to reconfigure the
network connections after you interface it with your Gundam." He was
already creating a new profile so that the laptop could communicate
with the school's network.
"Oh yeah," said Duo. "Does it work now?" he asked eagerly.
"Just reboot, and you should be able to connect," Heero said,
closing the window after applying the changes. He
straightened. "Just don't get us kicked out of here for downloading
things. At least until I've got the info I need." He turned his back
then, going back to his own laptop. He really didn't want to see
what Duo considered downloadable. He didn't want to have to discuss
it with Duo, because Heero didn't like girls.
A few days later, Duo was out performing part of his mission, which
included physically sneaking into the administrative offices and
planting some recording devices. Heero still found it incongruous
that someone as loud and boisterous as Duo was an expert in sneaking
He looked over at Duo's laptop. He remembered the way the boy had
tried to hide something, and he told himself that for the good of
the mission, he had to know what Duo was up to. So he booted up the
laptop, feeling only slightly guilty.
He scanned through the files on the laptop. There weren't many. He
had been sure that Duo had been working in some sort of word
processing program, but there were no such files present on the
laptop. Not even text files. That was a good thing, of course.
Nothing traceable. But it also didn't tell him anything about it.
Next, he opened up a web browser and checked the history; nothing
there. Duo knew how to cover his tracks. But there was one other way
to check where a browser had been, and most people never thought of
it. It was tedious, but Heero was nothing if not meticulous.
After about ten minutes, he'd found out that Duo hadn't actually
visited any porn sites. This made him happy for some reason he
couldn't quite define and didn't want to examine too closely. He
hadn't actually visited that many sites at all, but there was one in
particular he seemed to go quite often. It was one of those online
journaling sites. After a bit of searching, Heero realized that Duo
was keeping an online journal of his own. It was locked, though, and
Heero couldn't read it. Yet. He noted the username, erased all
traces of his intrusion, and shut down the laptop. He'd hack it
later. He had to know if Duo was foolishly giving out any details of
their missions. Even if the entries were locked, someone like Heero
could get into them.
Heero waited until the next time Duo was out of the room for an
extended period of time. Then he set about hacking Duo's password.
Heero was in his element; this was what he did, what he was trained
for. It didn't matter that this job wasn't taking over one of OZ's
computers, just an online journal; he took it just as seriously.
It took approximately fifteen minutes to determine Duo's password,
and then he was logging into the journal from his laptop. First, he
checked the settings to be sure that none of the entries were
accessible to anyone else; they weren't. This really did seem to be
just a personal journal, only for Duo's eyes. Heero had another
brief pang of guilt, but he had to be sure. If this was just a
personal journal, Heero would never hack into it again.
He scanned the archive of entries; not daily, but every few days;
that made sense. Duo wouldn't always have reliable net access. Time
to find out just what Duo was writing about. He chose an entry at
random, one from several weeks prior. It was short, one line.
"He's fucking oblivious."
Well, that was open to interpretation. But at least it did seem not
to be mission-related. He tried one more recent.
"God, not another fucking school. This is gonna kill me."
Heero often felt the same way. He tried another.
"I had that dream again. It always happens when he wanders around
without a shirt. Fucking tease."
Heero's eyes widened. Not only did Duo appear incapable of making an
entry without the word "fuck" in it, he appeared to be interested
in... a male. He'd had no idea. He knew that he should stop now,
stop invading Duo's privacy. But he couldn't. He clicked on another
"I think I could sit on Heero's lap naked and the boy would just
tell me I was in the way of his laptop. Hmm, maybe I should try it.
He'd kill me, but at least I'd get to see him as I died... Damn, I'm
such a girl. I suck."
Heero sat staring at the screen for a full five minutes. Duo. Wanted
him. The idea was just... He shook his head. It must be a joke.
He glanced at the clock. Duo was due back any moment. He logged out
and cleared his cache and history. He pretended to be working on
History, but his mind was whirling.
The idea that Duo liked boys wasn't as stunning as the knowledge
that he liked Heero. Duo always seemed exasperated with him, trying
to get him to show some emotion, to loosen up. He had never really
thought about Duo that way; he'd learned to separate his business
from his personal life. It was much easier that way. Not that he
didn't realize that Duo was attractive. He just never let himself
get farther than that. His life held no room for lusting over the
But perhaps Duo was not so unattainable.
Heero still couldn't quite believe it. He decided to test his new
knowledge. To see if he truly had any effect on Duo. If Duo thought
he was that oblivious then he should be able to easily discern the
effects. A wicked smile crossed Heero's face as he heard the sound
of a key in the door. He had a new mission.
Duo shuffled in and flopped down on the bed dramatically. "Man,
Heero... I think my brain is empty. That test was brutal!"
Heero turned in his chair, looking at Duo as if for the first
time. "Your brain is always empty," he said neutrally, then stood up
Duo's mouth dropped open and said, "You made a joke! I can't believe
But Heero was watching Duo's eyes, and they most definitely lingered
on his body as he stretched. Perhaps it wasn't so impossible after
all. "Yeah, it tired me out. I think I'll go take a shower," Heero
Duo groaned almost silently, but Heero heard it. He stifled a grin
as he went off to the bathroom, showered quickly and came back
dressed only in a towel. He opened the door, letting the towel drop
lower on his hips deliberately. He knew nothing of seduction but he
knew his body was toned and trim.
He watched out of the corner of his eye as Duo's face flushed and he
very obviously ogled Heero's body. How could he have missed that?
Perhaps he really was oblivious. He bent over his dresser, pulling
out clothes, then, with his back to Duo, he dropped the towel and
slid on some boxers.
Duo suddenly sounded as if he was choking to death behind him, and
before Heero could turn to ask if he was all right, he'd bolted out
the door, saying, "IthinkIneedashowertoobye."
Heero was left staring at the closing door, smirking. It was real.
He wasn't sure what he was going to do about it yet, but he had
It was a couple more days before Heero had a chance to get into
Duo's journal again. He'd decided he wanted to give Duo what he
seemed to want: him. He just wasn't sure how to do that. If he was
too blunt about it, Duo might not believe him. He figured Duo might
not mind if Heero read his journal, if he was using it to seduce him.
Heero started reading the entries from the beginning. They started
neutrally, talking about Heero and how oblivious he was. Then they
got more detailed. Duo seemed rather articulate in his descriptions
of his sexual fantasies and how they related to Heero. Heero felt
himself blush and become aroused at the same time as he realized
what Duo thought of him. Wanted to do to him. Wanted him to do to
Duo. Heero wasn't a virgin, but he didn't have much experience. He
wasn't sure if Duo did, or he had a really vivid imagination. Either
way, Heero was getting some very definite ideas about how to go
about seducing Duo.
All he had to do was pick one of Duo's fantasies, and reenact it.
Duo would be so into it that he'd admit he wanted Heero, and it
would all happen naturally. Or somewhat naturally. Duo would have no
clue that Heero knew his fantasies. It was perfect.
Heero had already decided on the most natural-sounding of the
scenarios. Some of them were either impossible where they were at
the moment, or highly improbable. Heero didn't even know if they
*had* horses on this colony.
Heero planned meticulously in all things, and this was no exception.
He waited until he knew they would likely be uninterrupted for the
evening, and he knew Duo had little homework. He waited for Duo to
arrive back at the room, and sat at his desk as if answering an
email. He glanced up, managing to look annoyed.
"Hey, Heero," Duo said, casually letting his eyes glide over Heero's
body as he did almost every time he saw him. "What's with the
workout clothes?" Heero was dressed in loose sweats and a white tank
top rather than his usual spandex or school uniform.
Heero frowned. "Dr. J seems to think I'm getting out of shape on
this mission," he replied. "He wants me to get more exercise, and
I'm not sure how. He also wants me to work on my martial arts
skills, though they have no classes like that here." One of Duo's
fantasies had involved the two of them wrestling, a session that
turned into steamy sex. Of course, all Duo's fantasies ended in
steamy sex. That was kind of the point, but he delighted in
detailing them to the point that Heero himself was getting kind of
obsessed with the idea by now.
Heero watched Duo's face closely, and could clearly see the emotions
warring on his face. He'd been watching Duo more lately, and he had
to admit that Duo really was attractive. Though his hair was longer
than most girls, he really wasn't feminine at all, and Heero
definitely liked that.
Finally Duo seemed to find his voice, though he seemed less
confident than usual. Heero knew exactly why. "I... could help you.
If you want."
Heero looked up at him, seemingly considering. "You would?" he
asked. "You sure? I know it's a big thing to ask, but I don't know
how I'll practice by myself..."
Duo interrupted, and Heero had to repress a smile. "I don't mind.
Really. I mean, I'm sure you're much better, um, than me, but I'll
try my best and... I don't mind."
Heero had never seen Duo get quite that agitated, but he pretended
to ignore it. "Well, if you're sure..." He looked around. "I guess
we could move the beds and use the floor..." He looked at Duo. "And
you should change. Wouldn't want to mess up your uniform."
Duo nodded vehemently. Heero knew that this was because events were
following the script of his fantasy perfectly. "I'll go change," he
said, and he was out the door like a shot.
Heero rearranged the furniture while Duo was gone. The floor would
be uncomfortable, but he'd spread a blanket to help a little. Duo
came in, breathing a little harder, dressed in loose shorts and a
shirt. Time to heat things up. Heero said, "Will this work?" When
Duo nodded, he frowned. "It's kind of hot in here. Do you mind?" he
asked, and pulled off his tank top. He watched Duo's eyes track
across his chest but pretended not to notice.
"It's fine," said Duo weakly, perhaps reconsidering the wisdom of
this plan. But it was clearly too late. He kept his shirt on,
however. Heero was disappointed.
"Right," said Heero, moving closer. "Shall we start with some
grappling to get warmed up?"
"G-grappling?" Duo stammered, looking alarmed. "Like... wrestling?"
His voice cracked just a little.
Heero suppressed a smirk. "That's usually what grappling is, yes,"
he said patiently. "You ready?"
"Yeah," Duo answered weakly, nodding, clearly steeling himself.
"I'll try not to hurt you too much," Heero said.
Duo's eyes narrowed and he was obviously annoyed with that. "Gee,
They circled, and predictably, Duo struck first. He lunged at Heero,
trying to get under his guard, but Heero blocked, and got an arm
around Duo's waist. He swept his foot and Duo went down.
Duo wasn't bad at martial arts, but Heero was exceptional. His body
had been conditioned all his life to be stronger, faster, and more
flexible. His bones had been broken numerous times, and forced to
heal stronger than the original. Ultimately, only sheer size and
muscle could beat Heero in hand to hand combat, and Duo didn't have
Of course, Heero was just following Duo's unknowing script; in his
fantasy, Heero bore Duo to the floor just like this, pinning him
with his lower body and hands. He leaned over Duo, flat on his back,
and stared into his eyes. He was barely breathing hard, but Duo was
panting. Heero was pretty sure it wasn't just from the exercise, but
he wasn't quite far enough back on Duo's body to be sure.
"Are you all right, Duo?" Heero asked calmly, not getting off of the
other boy. He looked into Duo's eyes. Maybe Duo would kiss him now.
"No, I mean, yes," Duo squeaked. Heero had never heard Duo squeak
"Well, which is it?" Heero asked, hiding his amusement. He knew he
was enjoying this position.
"Get off me, you big oaf!" yelled Duo, face bright red, struggling
against Heero's unbreakable grip. "You won, ok?"
Heero sat back, surprised. He'd expected Duo to react more
positively, maybe kiss him. But Duo looked upset. He moved off of
the other man, but not before he felt the brush of an unmistakable
erection. He watched Duo flee the room, trying not to grin. He
hadn't been wrong. This might just take a little more time.
When Heero had a chance, he browsed Duo's journal again. There was a
more recent entry:
"He's trying to fucking kill me. The grappling thing? I was so
scared he was going to feel it. I thought he did for a minute but he
didn't say anything. He would have said something."
Heero grinned to himself. It was working, and he wasn't wrong. Time
to choose another fantasy.
Most of them were not easily enacted. But one of them required
little equipment, and though it was a risky one, he thought Duo
would really enjoy it, if his entry about it was any indication.
Heero waited until a Friday night, when many of the students were
out at a dance or at various activities. Duo got in later, and Heero
decided that it was time. He'd been thinking about Duo more and more
over the last few weeks, and he was more than ready for this. It
made sense. They were often paired on missions. They both liked
other boys. They both had needs. Why not take care of them together?
Heero waited until Duo had closed the door behind him, then he
slammed into him, pressing him against the door. He looked into
Duo's wide eyes and growled, "I need you, Duo. Now." He grabbed
Duo's hands and forced his arms above his head.
Heero had been surprised to read that Duo was quite taken by the
idea of Heero being forceful. In effect, forcing himself on Duo. Not
that Duo was going to protest too much. In his fantasy, Duo
struggled, but he wanted it. Heero hoped he wasn't wrong about
Duo stared at Heero, eyes widening, struggling slightly. "Heero,
what the fuck..."
Heero shut him up by pressing his mouth to Duo's, claiming it in a
searing kiss. Duo didn't react at all at first, then as if unable to
resist, he kissed back. Their tongues fought a savage battle, and
Heero took the opportunity to press the length of his body against
Duo's. He moaned into the other boy's mouth as he clearly felt Duo's
erection against him.
Duo gasped, breaking the kiss, and looked into Heero's eyes. "You...
but... I didn't know..."
"I know," Heero said, smirking.
"But... how..." Duo was stammering, clearly torn by his body's needs
and his incredulity.
"You really never do stop talking, do you?" Heero couldn't help but
ask. Even pinned against the wall, in the middle of his fantasy, Duo
Duo's mouth dropped open. Then he grinned. "Shut up and kiss me,
Heero didn't hesitate. He kissed Duo demandingly, sweeping his
tongue into the other boy's mouth with all the fervor of a teenage
boy's lust. He suspected the game was up now because Duo wasn't
protesting at all. He didn't mind that, of course. He was more than
Duo slid his arms around Heero's neck, pressing against him, and
Heero made a strangled moan into his mouth. He was on fire now, and
he could feel that Duo was just as aroused. Heero leaned back,
getting his arms around Duo, and lifted him up easily.
That broke the kiss, and Duo giggled as Heero carried him over to
his bed. He set him carefully on it, and then followed him down. He
ended up straddling Duo's hips, rocking back and forth against the
other boy's hard cock.
Duo's body arched under Heero, his sensual mouth hanging open under
the frictional assault Heero was providing. "God, Heero," he finally
gasped, eyes rolling back in his head. "Not that I want you to stop,
but... if you keep that up I'm gonna come in my pants," he finished
with a blush.
Heero smirked, but moved off of Duo. He kneeled on the bed next to
the other boy, and pulled off his tank top.
Duo just stared for a long moment, then appeared to snap himself out
of his reverie. In short moments, he had stripped off all his
clothes. Heero had just had one more article to remove, his shorts,
and now they were both naked.
"Damn," Duo whispered, eyes roaming all over Heero. "You look..." He
shook his head, words seeming to fail him at last. He lay back,
slightly shy, and raised his eyes to Heero's.
"You look better," Heero said, letting his eyes trace Duo's slim
form. He was less muscled than Heero, but he was lean and strong.
Heero thought he was just about perfect. He lay back down next to
Duo, and their bare skin touched at last.
Duo was wide-eyed, but he pressed forward eagerly. Heero smiled and
ran his hand down Duo's chest, and wrapped his hand around his eager
"Fuck, Heero!" Duo all but screamed. He arched into Heero's hand,
panting. "I... don't know why... but I'm not gonna argue."
Heero gasped as he felt a hand on his cock as well. He met Duo's
eyes, sparkling with happiness at him. It felt exquisite, so much
better than his own hand. Though Heero had intended to take his time
with this, they were both teenage boys and very aroused. They had
all the time they wanted, and they needed relief.
He stroked Duo, and kissed him, pulling back again to watch the
other boy's face. He'd never been someone's fantasy before, and it
was heady stuff. He wanted to see Duo's face when he came. For him.
It didn't take long. Duo looked up at him, and whimpered, and still
managed to keep stroking Heero. He finally gasped, "Oh, god, Heero,
gonna coooome..." And then he felt the wet heat cover his hand, and
Duo arched up nearly off the bed.
Watching Duo come for him made Heero unexpectedly hot, and before he
knew what was happening he was climaxing too. The pleasure was
abrupt and searing, and he gasped Duo's name as he gave in to it.
The settled back to the bed, sticky and panting, and Duo rolled
closer to Heero almost magnetically. Heero had never been cuddled
before, but he didn't find it distasteful at all. In fact, it felt
good. He held Duo close while they caught their breath. Suddenly he
realized they could do practically whatever they wanted, whenever
they wanted. Over and over again.
Suddenly school missions didn't seem so bad.