My day was not going as I had planned. The differences in that day compared
to the rest were minor at first, merely distractions. However, as the hours
passed, the situation got stranger and stranger. Keep in mind that I'm
generally not a big fan of spontaneity or any kind of unexpected changes to
my schedule. But for some reason, on that occasion, I rather enjoyed the
* * * * * * * * * *
It was a few days after Quatre and I had arrived in the Sank Kingdom and into
Relena's care. I had suffered a few minor but nonetheless painful injuries
while fighting for the Treize Faction, so both Quatre and Relena insisted
that I not overexert myself, at least for a few days. Basically, they
commanded that I not do anything stupid. I followed their advice, albeit a
bit reluctantly, but I still tended to Wing Zero every day and kept an eye on
The day in question started out as most others do, with me at my laptop. I'd
hoped to use the period of forced convalescence as an opportunity to get some
much needed reconnaissance work done. All through the morning, I had been
trying to hack into Romafeller's mainframe in order to track their production
of mobile suits. "Trying" being the operative word, since I never did manage
to accomplish my task. Not because it was beyond my ability, of course, but
because I was having trouble concentrating.
No, that's not right. Concentration had nothing to do with it. I just
wasn't concentrating on hacking. At the time, my mind was occupied with
thoughts of...(wait for it)...Duo Maxwell. I hadn't heard from him in quite
some time, and I was wondering if he hadn't gotten himself into some kind of
trouble. He and trouble seemed to go hand in hand, though I don't know who
sought out whom. Therefore, it was perfectly reasonable for me to be
concerned for my fellow pilot's safety. (Quatre says that pacing the floors
at all hours of the morning is more like frantic worry than mere concern, but
Quatre does tend to exaggerate at times.)
This... concern seemed to be occurring more and more whenever Duo was
involved. Even when we were on missions together, I watched his back more
carefully than my own. I also had a tendency to sneak into his room at night
and watch him sleep. I always told myself that I did it for his safety; he
was not a light sleeper, and if there were an attack, I would have to warn
him, otherwise he would sleep right through it. However, I'm not the best
liar, especially when I'm lying to myself. The real reason I watched him
sleep was to see him in his "natural state," unguarded, serene. So
beautiful. That was what I wanted to see. Not the smiling Shinigami, or the
cynical warrior, just Duo.
But don't think that I was completely oblivious about what was going on, oh
no. I knew what was happening to myself. I could feel myself falling for
him, but I did nothing to stop it.
I honestly don't know what first attracted me to him, but once I fell, I was
hooked. I liken it to drug addiction. I hadn't even touched him, but being
near him, hearing his voice, was enough. I know I sound like a lovestruck
teenager, but I think I was just horny. Really, really horny. Hormones can
be a bitch, especially for a soldier who should concentrate on his missions
and not how great his partner's ass looks in a pair of jeans. (It looks
great, by the way.)
So, naturally, I could not concentrate on hacking into a complex network of
computers with impure images of Duo flashing through my mind every few
minutes...seconds...okay, they pretty much never stop. Every now and then, I
would pause, try to collect myself, and start again, but to no avail. I've
found that it's very difficult to function normally with a raging hard-on.
After a few hours of working and getting nothing but a rather painful
erection in return, I decided to switch gears and go out to Wing Zero. I
have become quite fond of my Gundam in the short time that it has been in my
possession. It can be surprisingly helpful when I can't decide on a plan of
action. Not that it happens often, but when it does, Zero can help
compensate for my fallibility. How the scientists managed to create a system
that can predict the future still amazes me. It's the only thing those
bastards have done that I am grateful for. I've consulted the ZERO system
several times, usually in battle, and it's saved my life more than once. In
some ways, it's almost like a crystal ball. However, that day I was not
going to Wing Zero for any sort of guidance. I needed to jerk off and I
needed some privacy.
* * * * * * * * * *
I had to be very cautious while making the harrowing journey from my bedroom
to the hangar, which was located on the opposite side of Relena's estate. I
didn't want to be spotted, mainly because the ::coughsizeablecough:: bulge in
the front of my shorts would undoubtedly arouse suspicion. (No pun intended.)
I had a near miss with Relena's old manservant while sneaking through the
kitchen. If he'd seen me, he most likely would have assumed that I was off
to commit some deviant act with Relena. But Relena was nowhere near the
cause of my groin's disobedience.
Once I finally made it to the hangar, I quickly crawled into Zero, shutting
and locking the hatch behind me. The cockpit makes a great "masturbation
chamber" because no one would dare disturb me while I was inside. There I
had no worries of Quatre or Relena coming in unexpectedly to check on me, as
they were prone to do. The only one who would even think of bothering me in
Zero was Duo. In fact, I'd used that same fantasy several times to get off.
I have several fantasies, some just quick fixes, others rather elaborate, and
all involving Duo in some fashion. I was beginning to think I was obsessed
with him, but the thought didn't worry me too much. There are, after all,
far worse things than obsessing about Duo.
After I'd settled into the pilot's seat, it didn't take long for me to start
the proceedings. I pushed my shorts down my hips to release my trapped
erection, becoming more aroused by the friction the motion produced. Some
days I would tease myself and try to hold off my orgasm for as long as I
could stand it, but that day I just needed a quick release. I took my cock
in my hand and began to pump in a frantic rhythm, the motion aided by the
creamy fluid that leaked from the tip. Occasionally I'd squeeze or pull a
little harder, just rough enough to spike the pleasure with a fair amount of
pain. I've found that I like that feeling a lot more than I should.
Soon, I was lost in my own little fantasy world. Since I was in a bit of a
hurry, I used a fairly simple fantasy, one in which Duo's head was buried
between my legs and that sweet mouth of his was pleasuring me. My mind
supplied a picture of Duo, his long, silky hair undone from its usual braid
and flowing over his bare body and over mine as well. I could almost feel
the smooth strands moving over my thighs as he bobbed his head up and down my
engorged flesh. I nearly reached out my hand to run my fingers through it,
momentarily forgetting that it was only a fantasy. Then, one of "Duo's"
long-fingered hands moved from its place on my thigh, questing downward to my
entrance. I spread my legs further apart to accommodate. I felt one finger
slowly enter me, soon followed by another. The digits thrust in and out of
my body at a fast pace, hitting *that* spot inside me each time. My head
fell back against the seat and I let my eyes droop shut, unable to keep them
open any longer, giving myself up to the sensations that coursed through my
I could feel my climax building, coiled like a fiery snake in the pit of my
stomach, so I sped up the movements of my hands. My vision faded for a
moment, and I came hard, Duo's name falling from my lips in a hoarse shout.
I collapsed bonelessly onto my seat, panting as the last vestiges of the
orgasm faded away. Shakily, I removed my soiled shorts and threw them behind
my seat, making a mental note to wash them as soon as possible. Then I
removed my tank top and cleaned up the mess I'd made, hoping that semen
wouldn't cause a malfunction in the ZERO system.
Since I go on these little masturbatorial expeditions in the cockpit far more
frequently than I care to admit, and since I always end up making quite a
mess, I keep a spare set of clothes under the seat. I pulled out an old t
shirt and a pair of loose shorts and quickly redressed. Looking at my watch,
I could see that it was almost time for lunch. I didn't want to be late to
the meal and risk having someone come looking for me, so I hurried out of the
cockpit and made my way back to the main house.
* * * * * * * * * *
Lunch was fairly pleasant, although Quatre was none too pleased with the fact
that I'd left my room without giving notice of where I was, and he insisted
that I inform him of my whereabouts from that point on. I could imagine the
//"Quatre, I've been having homoerotic fantasies about Duo and I've got an
erection that needs to be dealt with, so I'm going out to Zero to masturbate.
Just thought I'd let you know."//
I snorted at the thought, but apparently Quatre took offense. "I'm not
kidding, Heero! I need you to tell me before you disappear like you did
today. It's not very considerate of you to make us worry like that."
"I'm not a child, Quatre," I informed him, rather indignantly. "I'm
perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I am a Gundam pilot, after all."
He gave me a "look" and took a deep breath, which signified that he was about
to go into a lecture. "I know that, but still! You could've been hurt!
...And that's where I tuned out. I knew what he was going to say, and I
didn't really need to hear it, so I put my head down and pretended to be
contrite. I've gotten pretty good at doing such, seeing as how Quatre gives
this lecture about once a week. And I was really enjoying my Caesar salad,
so I concentrated on the crunching sound of the lettuce rather than that of
Quatre's voice. I'm convinced that one day he'll grow feathers and cluck
like the mother hen he truly is. Not that I don't appreciate his caring
attitude, but it does become tiresome after a while. I think even Trowa will
grow sick of it sooner or later, and he has the patience of a saint, not to
mention the fact that he worships the ground Quatre walks on.
Mid-way through Quatre's speech (or mid-way through my salad, depending on
whose point of view), I got the uneasy feeling that I was being watched.
Lifting my gaze to peer through the hair that fell in my face, I saw Relena
looking at me strangely. The look in her eyes was not one that I'd seen
before and I found it rather frightening. She looked as though...she wanted
to eat me. Swallow me whole, in fact. I quickly turned back to my salad,
only to find that I had eaten all of the lettuce and just the croutons
remained. Though croutons do crunch loudly and would be more than able to
drown out Quatre's voice, I don't really care for the taste of them. With
nothing else to occupy my attention, I was torn between listening to Quatre's
lecture and running away to remove myself from Relena's line of sight. I
decided to play with my napkin. That way I wouldn't have to look at either
I was making an origami crane when that disturbing feeling settled over me
again. I managed a quick glance up at Relena. She still had the same look
in her eyes, but now she was smiling, no, leering in my direction. A bit
unnerved, I looked up at Quatre to see if he had noticed Relena's unnatural
behavior, but he was too far into his tirade to see. I couldn't bring myself
to look back to Relena, lest she pounce on me.
Just then, I heard Quatre wrap up his diatribe. "I just don't want you to
hurt yourself. You are too important to be out of commission for an extended
period of time." He sighed and sat back in his chair. I guess his little
speech wore him out.
I felt that I should comment to keep up the appearance that I'd listened to
what he'd said. "I understand. Thank you for your concern." 'But I choose
to ignore everything you just said,' my brain added. 'I can take care of
All too soon, the butler came to take away our plates. The meal was over. I
suddenly realized that I had not formulated an escape plan to get away from
Relena. As I contemplated getting a running start to the nearest window, she
put her hand on my arm.
"Heero, could you come with me? I have a surprise for you."
I didn't know what to do. My brain was telling me to get out as quickly as
possible, and I _really_ wanted to avoid being alone with the girl, but my
mouth refused to open. My objections went unvoiced, so I was forced to nod
my head (reluctantly, I might add), and follow. I made a mental note to come
up with a ready set of excuses to use in these instances.
She took my hand and led me from the dining room. My eyes widened when I
realized that we were heading toward the wing that housed the bedrooms. 'No
wonder she was looking at me like that,' I thought. I looked frantically for
Quatre, but he was nowhere to be found. I even found myself searching for
the old butler, but he had mysteriously disappeared as well. Was no one to
I imagined Relena dragging me to her room and... I forced myself not to think
of that. It would only make me feel worse. I really didn't know why the
thought of being with Relena in that way appalled me so. She was a very
attractive girl, not to mention rich and influential, but the mere thought of
her hands on my skin made me gag. I guess it just reinforced my preference
for men, and for Duo. 'Perhaps I should clue her in...'
Relena smiled at me over her shoulder as she led me down the hallway toward
her bedroom. "I've gone to a lot of trouble for this little surprise, Heero,
so I hope you appreciate it. But I'm positive you'll like it." She winked
at me and gave me a seductive smile. I suppressed a shudder. Briefly, I
pondered whether women have the ability to smell fear on a man, as some
animals are able to do, but my thoughts were interrupted when Relena abruptly
stopped walking. She halted so suddenly that I almost ran into her, but I
managed to steady myself by her side.
The door we had come to a stop in front of was not hers, nor was it mine. It
wasn't even Quatre's. It was another spare bedroom, unused, as far I knew.
Why had she taken me to this room? 'Maybe she doesn't want to mess up her
sheets,' I thought. 'Or perhaps she has her sex toys stashed in this room.
Or maybe there are mirrors on the ceiling in here...' My mind was coming up
with far too many horrifying possibilities for my taste.
Relena fixed her gaze on me once more. "Here we are. Your surprise is in
there. Go ahead and open the door." I hesitated, unsure of how much I
wanted to see her "surprise." Impatiently, she egged me on. "What are you
waiting for? Go on, open the door! We don't have all day!"
'You're a Gundam pilot. You can handle this.' Repeating that mantra over
and over in my head, I took a deep breath and grabbed the doorknob. Then,
with summoned courage, I pushed the door open and walked into the room.
What I saw stopped me in my tracks.
* * * * * * * * * *
I'll pause for a moment to make a brief statement.
1) I had completely misjudged Relena.
2) I was right about the mirrors on the ceiling. And the sex toys.
3) I owe Relena, big-time.
* * * * * * * * * *
I stood motionless for a while, though for how long, I don't know. I may
have blacked out. I regained awareness of my surroundings only when I felt
Relena's hand on my shoulder.
"Well, Heero? Don't you have something to say?" she asked innocently. When
I didn't respond, she continued. "Aren't you going to thank me? I went to a
lot of trouble for this, you know."
At this, I turned, a bit dazed. "Th-thank you. But...why? Why do this for
She smiled warmly. "Because I could think of no one more deserving. And
it's what you really wanted, isn't it? Actually," she added with a smirk,
"it wasn't too difficult to get him here. I think you'll find him to be a
willing participant. A little too willing, perhaps..."
She gave me a wink and then turned to go. I heard her call, "Play nice,"
before the door clicked shut.
I stared at the door for a few seconds before a sound behind me captured my
That voice. I felt myself get hard just from the sound of it. 'Oh God, help
me...' Slowly, I turned around to face the owner of the voice that affected
Duo stood about ten feet from me. Actually, he was tied up about ten feet
away. His wrists were bound together and suspended above his head by leather
straps that came down from the ceiling. His feet were likewise secured to
the floor, so that he was in an inverted-Y position. It was a rather
impressive setup, complete with fur trimmed handcuffs, and I couldn't help
but wonder how I had mistaken Relena for an innocent child the whole time I'd
However, the best part was not that he was tied up, but that he was naked.
Completely, blessedly naked, and all for my benefit. Well, he wasn't
completely naked. There was a long sash that covered his eyes. But, for all
intents and purposes, he was naked.
My first impression was that he was a lot more muscular than I'd given him
credit for. I'd imagined Duo naked (often), and I thought he'd be a little
skinnier. A little "girlier," even. His muscles were leaner, less bulky,
not quite as defined as mine, but they were definitely there.
And he was definitely male.
I let my eyes travel over Duo's exposed form at their own leisure. They
raked over his long-fingered hands, down his sinewy arms, and across the
broad planes of his chest. I felt a smirk tugging at my lips when I saw that
his nipples were already erect. 'I guess Relena was right when she said he
was a willing participant.' My gaze continued its path downward, trailing
over Duo's firm abdomen to his narrow waist and slim hips to...I blinked. He
was so hard it looked almost painful. Suddenly, I grinned. 'Duo Maxwell,
the one I've been fantasizing about for months, is painfully hard...for me!'
Mentally, I was jumping up and down in a fit of unabashed joy, but my
physical self was too busy drooling over the vision in front of me to move.
I didn't come out of my stupor until I heard his voice calling me again, this
time a little impatiently.
"Heero? Are you there?"
Hesitantly, I took a step forward, then another, bringing myself closer and
closer to the object of my lust and affection. When I was close enough to
feel the heat that radiated from his body, I stopped. I didn't want to get
too close, fearing that it might not be real, but I had to be near him.
There was never any question about that.
"I... I'm here, Duo." I was surprised at the sound of my voice; it was rough,
almost harsh with lust. Duo's reaction was unclear, but he had obviously
felt something, as his erection twitched at my words. I couldn't keep the
smirk off my face once I realized that my voice was turning him on. I
decided to talk some more.
"What's going on? Who planned this?"
A nervous smile spread across his wide mouth. "Well, um, this was actually
Relena's idea. She told me that you were here and suggested that I come here
to surprise you. I didn't know what she meant by 'surprise' until I got
'God bless you, Relena...' Suddenly, a new question formed in my brain.
"You didn't know until you got here, and still...you let her tie you up like
And now, for the $64,000 question: "Why?"
He actually blushed a little at that, which I found odd, since he was
seemingly unashamed by his nakedness. "Well, because..."
It seemed for a while that he wouldn't answer; perhaps he was too
embarrassed, or maybe he was just looking for the right words, but when he
finished his sentence, I almost hit the floor.
"Because I want you to touch me."
'Oh, God...' There was no way for me to suppress the moan that was coaxed
from my throat by his admission. It was all I could do not to pass out. By
that time, my cock was straining against my suddenly too-tight shorts,
begging me for some kind of relief. But I had to be sure that I wasn't
imagining things before I took any action. "You want me to touch you?"
Nodding his head almost frantically, he affirmed his earlier statement.
"God, yes! More than anything! But I only want you, nobody else, always. I
want it, I-I need it!! Please, touch me, Heero. Please, please..."
The sound of his voice, so desperate, so needy, was too much. I had to have
him, right then and there. Nothing short of...well, nothing could stop me
from ravishing Duo at that point. I reached out with my fingers extended and
traced the line of his jaw with my fingertips, a soft moan escaping him at
the simple contact. I continued to brush my fingertips over his face,
finally able to touch the high cheekbones, the slightly upturned nose, and
the sweet mouth that I had only dreamt about. As I trailed the pad of my
thumb across his lips, I could see his knees begin to tremble, but he
surprised me by taking my thumb into his mouth, sucking and nibbling in a way
that suggested exactly what I'd been hoping for, and soon, his legs weren't
the only unsteady ones.
When I could take no more, I pulled my thumb from his mouth with a soft
"pop!" and let my hand fall down his chest. Duo leaned into the touch, not
holding back his delighted sighs.
"Mmmm, Heero, more, touch me more!"
I know I had a wicked grin on my face, but I just couldn't help myself. The
situation was just too...unbelievable, and I found myself wanting to tease
the poor, lovely creature bound in front of me before I took him fully.
I traced my fingers around his stiff nipples, close, but not quite touching.
After a few minutes of this torture, Duo voiced his impatience.
"Dammit, Heero! Don't tease me like that!"
Abruptly, I took my hands from his body. "If you're not going to play by my
rules, we're not playing at all. I'll touch you when I want to touch you,
The change in his demeanor was immediate, and he quieted, nodding his head in
"Good boy. But I think you need to be punished for your insubordination."
At that point, I stepped away from him and moved toward a nearby table. On
said table, there was a wide array of...toys, most likely left there by
Relena for my own personal use. There were paddles and whips, a variety of
handcuffs, cock rings, what I could only assume were "plugs," and more dildos
of various shapes and sizes than I had ever seen. Granted, I haven't seen
many, but the sheer number that Relena had on hand was impressive to say the
least. And the lube, dear God, the lube...
I finally decided on a small paddle, barely larger than my hand, a leather
cock ring, and some orange-flavored lubricant, since I've always liked the
smell of citrus. Placing the cock ring and the lube in my pocket for later
use, I slowly walked back to my waiting victim. He was still hard, and his
skin glistened with perspiration, the waiting only increasing his desire.
I stepped around to his backside, taking a moment to stare before I inflicted
his punishment. My gaze traveled up his toned calves and strong thighs
before coming to rest on his perfect ass. It was muscular, but rounded
enough to be very appealing. It kind of reminded me of an apple; so much so
that I leaned down and bit down on the soft flesh, not too hard, but hard
enough to make Duo jump.
Righting myself, I caressed the wounded muscle with a few firm strokes of my
hand. "I hope you didn't think I left, did you?"
"No, I knew you were-Ah!!"
Interrupting him with a stinging slap on his rear with the paddle, I
continued. "A simple 'yes' or 'no' will suffice. It seems you need more
punishment than I thought."
Yes, I was getting way too into this. One of my favorite fantasies involved
bondage, and since I had the tools available, why not act it out?
Setting the paddle aside for a moment, I reached into my pocket and pulled
out the leather cock ring. It looked too small, but the leather gave
slightly when I stretched it across my fingers. Reaching around Duo's body,
I grasped his hot length in one hand, making him moan and thrust into my hand
seeking a much-needed release. I slid the cock ring on with the other hand,
pushing it all the way to the thick root before sliding my grip up and down
his stiffness a few times, but not nearly enough for completion.
"Now you won't be able to come without my approval," I whispered, nipping his
earlobe, my tone playfully taunting. His only reply was a shuddering gasp
and another futile thrust. I circled my thumb around the swollen head for a
moment, covering it in the sticky fluid that oozed from the tip, occasionally
tracing the slit. Duo just trembled in my arms, his head resting on my
shoulder, overcome with the intensity of his pleasure.
I finally released him, licking his juices off of my fingers before picking
up the paddle once more. "I guess we should get back to your punishment..."
I tapped the little paddle lightly against Duo's ass once, twice, before
bringing another hard slap against his bottom. I didn't hit him too hard,
just enough to turn his cheeks a little pink-both sets.
"Did you like that?"
I paddled him again, this time a little bit harder than before, and he
gasped, the mix of pleasure and pain making his need more potent. Once more,
and he strained against his bindings, his ass red from the harsh treatment.
Again, harder, and he cried out.
The desire in his voice when he called my name was intoxicating, and it went
straight to my already dripping arousal. I threw down the paddle and stepped
around to his front.
"Fuck the punishment..." was all I could manage before I grabbed his face
with both hands and crushed our mouths together. The kiss was sweet and
violent and erotic and so many things at once. It was what I had been
waiting for since I first realized that my feelings for the crazy American
extended past mere camaraderie.
We battled for a moment with lips and teeth, before his tongue slipped into
my mouth and searched out my own. The two muscles slithered and looped
around each other, caressing and fondling, much like my wandering hands. Duo
jerked against his bindings, finally causing one of the leather straps to
snap, and he wrapped an arm around my neck, pulling me closer.
We paused briefly for air before resuming our passionate and brutal kiss. My
hands wandered over the shifting muscles in his back, toying with the thick
rope that lay against his spine, then moving down to the curve of his ass. I
squeezed hard before trailing my fingertips down the cleft, causing him to
moan into my mouth and thrust his hardness against mine. The movement made
my eyes flutter shut, and I returned my attention to plundering Duo's mouth.
He was the one to pull away next, and for a moment, I thought that he wanted
to stop. Fortunately, I couldn't have been more wrong.
"I want to taste you," he whispered roughly. "Now."
I complied readily. (As if I would ever refuse an offer like that.) After
releasing his other hand from the remaining strap, I helped him slide down my
body and onto his knees. He took over from there.
With a quick jerk, he pulled down my loose shorts, the only thing that
separated my skin from his. The coolness of the air against my bare skin did
nothing to lessen the heat that burned in my groin; if anything, it
intensified the feeling.
These feelings were nothing compared to the sensation of Duo's mouth
engulfing my heated erection. I watched as he wrapped his lips around the
head and sucked -hard-, making my head spin, and trailed the tip of his
tongue up and down the slit. Then he began sliding up and down my length,
tonguing the veins that stood out in relief against my skin. The feeling was
a religious experience in and of itself, the suction was incredible, but I
wanted him to move faster. I placed a hand on the back of his head, tangling
my fingers in the silky tresses, and tried to speed up his tempo, but he
would have none of it. He slowed his rhythm to a crawl before pulling away
completely, leaving me bereft.
"If you're not going to play by my rules," he grinned, "we're not playing at
all. Now let me work; don't interfere."
I barely had time for a nod before his mouth was on me again. He licked the
tip like he would a lollipop before enveloping my hardness once more, taking
in more and more, not stopping until he reached the base. I could feel the
head of my cock rubbing against the back of his throat, and for a brief
second, I wondered how anyone could stand to take a dick whole like that.
Then, he started to swallow, his soft palate and tongue clenching against my
arousal, and I saw stars swimming in front of my eyes. My thought process
halted, and I felt a rush of pleasure come over me. With a few more hard
sucks I came, and somehow, Duo managed to swallow every drop, lapping up the
little that he didn't catch the first time.
I couldn't hold myself up after that, so Duo helped me slide down to the
floor where he wrapped his arms around me in a warm embrace. I stayed in his
arms, twining my fingers in his braid and placing soft kisses against his
shoulder and collarbone until I had regained control of my faculties. When
my thoughts returned, I realized that Duo still had not achieved release yet,
and I knew just the way to remedy the situation.
I released the bindings around his ankles so he could stand freely, and
together we shakily rose to our feet, no words coming to either of us. After
I guided the two of us over to the bed, I pulled off my shirt, freeing myself
of all of my clothes, and I gently untied Duo's blindfold. I had this
incredible urge to see his eyes, and I hoped that I would see happiness and
passion there instead of regret.
Fortunately, when I looked into his magnificent, dusky blue eyes, I saw no
regret or uncertainty. I saw a lot of lust and something else that I
couldn't quite place. I hoped for something, but I wasn't sure what. I
wanted to know what he was feeling, I wanted to identify his emotions, but I
didn't know what to say or even how to say it.
I was cut off by two fingers pressed to my lips. "Shhh. Talk later. Fuck
My quick nod was the only warning he had before I pounced. Pushing him back
against the pillows, I claimed his mouth again. This time, however, the
kisses were not fierce and lustful, they were... okay, they were still
lustful, really, really lustful, but they were slow, soft. I liked these
lazy kisses, just as much as I liked feeling Duo's body beneath mine. It was
hard in all the right places, muscular and strong, and it writhed at my every
Leaving Duo's mouth, I turned my attentions to the long column of his throat,
marking his pale skin with little nips and hard kisses.
"God, Heero," he breathed, "I'm gonna hafta wear turtlenecks for a week to
hide all the hickeys you're giving me."
I chuckled against his skin, my tongue lapping at the sensitive junction of
neck and shoulder before biting down, making his body jolt. "That's okay.
You probably won't be able to walk for a week either, so nobody will get a
chance to see the damage."
He probably would have answered with some smart reply, but I chose that
moment to begin working on his still-hard nipples, so all that came from Duo
for the next few minutes were gasps and sighs. I worried one pert nub
between my teeth, nibbling and pulling at it before laving it with my tongue
and moving on to the other.
I would have kept on, but two insistent hands began pushing me down, down
until I felt a slick hardness rub against my Adam's apple. I grinned into
his firm belly and dipped my tongue into his navel to make him squirm. Then
I headed lower for the prize between his legs.
His cock was an angry red. Of course, I would be angry too if I had to wait
that long to get off. The cock ring didn't help, I'm sure. I wrapped my
fingers around the base of his hardness and brought my lips down for a taste.
I glanced up to see Duo staring down at me, his eyes dark and pupils dilated
with desire. Not breaking eye contact, I closed the few millimeters that
separated my mouth from his cock, and I wrapped my lips around him, just as
he had done to me. He did not look away, I don't think he even blinked, but
the sexiest, most erotic moan sounded from his throat, and I was immediately
hard again. There's just something about his voice that does it for me.
I finally had to look away to concentrate on giving the best (if the only)
blowjob of my life. I took as much of him in as I could, though I couldn't
really get past the gag reflex, but I could work on that later, provided
there was a later, of course. What I couldn't fit into my mouth, I worked
with my hand.
Changing the pace, I left his erection, his whimper of disappointment soon
replaced by yet another groan as my tongue caressed the heavy sac that hung
between his legs. I cupped his balls in my hand and gently coaxed them away
from the shelter of his body, ensuring that his release would wait a little
longer. I continued laving the velvety skin before taking one testicle into
my mouth and sucking lightly. The scream that tore from his throat was an
obvious indicator of his pleasure, and I grinned internally at my newfound
With my unoccupied hand, I reached over to where my shorts had been tossed
and pulled out the tube of lubricant. Spreading a judicious glob of it over
my fingers (one-handed, I might add), I reached between Duo's spread thighs
and found the small entrance that waited for my inevitable intrusion. I
slipped one finger past the tight ring of muscle and pressed forward, feeling
around and stretching. Duo, apparently lost in his pleasure, did not object,
nor did he give any indications of discomfort. I added another finger when
Duo began slamming against my hand, and moved the two in a steady rhythm, in
and out, scissoring them to stretch his passage. The third entered him
easily, and the tempo sped up, in and out, twisting and untwisting. I soon
found the spot that I'd been searching for, as evidenced when Duo arched off
the bed and slammed his full weight against my hand, a rasping shout breaking
from his lungs.
'Okay, he's ready enough.' I pulled my fingers from his tight channel and
coated my aching member with a generous amount of the tangy, sweet smelling
lubricant. I settled my body between his thighs, maneuvering so that one of
his legs wrapped around my waist, while the other was tossed over my
shoulder. This position spread him wide, affording me easy access to his
entrance. I guided my erection to his body, teasing the opening with phantom
touches. Duo began to whine at the torture, so I gave in, and I pushed the
blunted head of my desire past his barrier, pausing once the tip was inside.
I looked down at my beautiful lover, hoping that he wasn't in any pain.
Duo's eyes were tightly shut, but no tears leaked from under his lashes, and
his face showed no pain, but even so, I wanted to comfort him. I brushed
long, jagged bangs away from his sweat dampened forehead and caressed his
cheek with my palm, smiling as he opened his eyes and leaned into my touch.
Satisfied that Duo was enjoying the moment as much as I was, I moved my hand
to grip his narrow hip and began the slow press forward. His passage was so
tight, the grip vice-like, and goddamn! but it felt good. My hand would
never be able to replicate this feeling. I distantly watched as Duo's face
contorted in pain, then pleasure, his lips forming words that I could not
hear. Once I had pushed in to the hilt, I had to stop in order to catch my
breath. It took more control than I had imagined to take it slow; I really
wanted to pound his ass hard and fast, brutally, God that would feel good.
But that strange, inexplicable feeling inside prevented me from doing so. I
realized in a sudden moment of clarity that I would never be able to
consciously hurt him.
My epiphany ended as quickly as it had begun once Duo began squirming around
underneath me, rolling his hips to encourage me to move. I was only too glad
to oblige. I pumped my hips in a few shallow thrusts, then pulled out almost
entirely before snapping my pelvis forward, pushing myself all the way back
in. After repeating the pattern of a few shallow strokes followed by a quick,
deep thrust, I set a steady rhythm that Duo quickly picked up. He matched me
stroke for stroke, and predictably, our pace quickened as our collective
Duo's head thrashed around on the pillow, his hair half-undone and wild about
his face. He was the most exquisite thing I'd ever seen, flush-faced and
sweaty and practically screaming with desire. I began to pound against his
prostate with every thrust, causing Duo's eyes to fly open and his back to
bow off the bed in an unbelievable curve. I swear he howled, hand to God.
Now he wasn't the only one making noise. I realize that I'm usually a pretty
quiet guy, at least in comparison to Duo. But something about him brings out
this primal need inside me to just scream and moan. Well, scream and moan, I
did, maybe even louder than Duo, it felt that good. The friction was as
sweet as his kisses, and too soon, I felt my climax rolling in. I wanted Duo
to share my moment of ecstasy, so I pulled off the ring around the base of
his cock and wrapped my fingers around his stiff flesh. I pumped his length
a few times before my own orgasm took over my world, a delicious explosion
that wracked my frame with its intensity. My eyes fell shut as sensation
overcame everything else, and I felt Duo's climax spill against my stomach.
The last thing I heard was a whispered, "love you..." but I don't know whose
words they were.
* * * * * * * * * *
When I opened my eyes, I was greeted with the sights and smells of Wing
Zero's cockpit. It was a sharp and frankly, a fucking unwelcome contrast to
what I now took to assume was just another fantasy. A very nice, elaborate,
explicit fantasy, but nothing more than a daydream. However, the stickiness
that covered my chest and abdomen and the console... and the pilot's
chair... and the floor... and the ceiling, what the hell?!, was not a dream,
and it would have to be cleaned up post haste. Didn't want my controls to
stick during a mission after all.
In the cleanup process, I noticed a faint humming sound, one that was very
familiar, but unexpected given the circumstances. It was the buzz of the
ZERO system, the white noise that filled my ears during battle.
'Hn. I must have hit the switch while I was... busy. Strange, though. I've
never done that before.' An uneasy feeling settled over me, but I brushed it
off, blaming it on post-orgasmic confusion. 'I really need to stop jerking
off all the time, it's making me crazy.'
After I had cleaned and disinfected the cockpit and pulled on a change of
clothes, just an old t-shirt and some loose shorts, I hopped out of the
cockpit and scrambled to the hangar floor. A quick glance at my watch told
me it was time for lunch, and I hurried back to the main house. I didn't
want Quatre or Relena to come looking for me if I was late, and I really
didn't want to explain what I'd been doing.
* * * * * * * * * *
Lunch was light, but pleasant. Caesar salad. I had a momentary feeling of
déjà vu when I saw the menu, but it passed as quickly as it came, and lunch
went on as scheduled.
Quatre bitched about my leaving the house without notifying him of my
whereabouts. Apparently, he and Relena were a bit frantic when they realized
that I was not in my room. From now on, I'm supposed to let one of them know
where I am at all times. Frankly, I find that ridiculous, and there's no way
in hell that I'll go along with it. Don't get me wrong, I love Quatre, but
I'm not waiting for his approval when I want to jerk off.
Again, the strange feeling that I'd been in this situation before. 'Maybe it
was a dream or something, just another one of those ridiculous fantasies...'
I suddenly recalled the elaborate fantasy that I'd had during my
masturbatorial excursion. 'All of this, everything, just like the fantasy.
But, that's impossible, just-'
My thoughts were interrupted by Relena placing a hand upon my arm.
"Heero, could you come with me? I have a surprise for you."
For some reason, I felt my mouth curl into a smile. "Sure, Relena. Lead the
* * * * * * * * * *
I love Relena's surprises.
Author's Note: If you didn't quite get the ending, I'll explain. Remember
that Wing Zero can "predict" the future? Well, the ZERO system was on while
Heero was inside his Gundam, so his fantasy was actually Zero's prediction
for the future. So all that transpired in Heero's fantasy turned out to be
reality. Hope that wasn't too confusing.