Pairings/Warnings: 1x2x1, m/m sex, light angst, cursing, you know, the typical stuff for this series. ;-P

Disclaimer: Unfortunately still do not own Gundam Wing or the characters.

Duo

I stared at the mirror, blew out a large breath that ruffled my bangs, smirking a little as they rearranged themselves across my forehead. But that only granted me about five damned seconds of amusement and then I was back to pacing the corridor of fitting rooms, glaring at myself in the mirror when I reached the end and then glaring out at the nearly empty suit shop when I reached the other. Why Heero needed another damned suit was beyond me. Fuck, the guy had more suits than a deck of cards – which was way too many in my book – but nonetheless he apparently needed another one because here we were. Anyway, what did I know? Heero was the one who did the face-to-face social engineering at these political soirees – I was just relegated to the background, gathering data and checking video feeds, watching his back. Sure, he might be Mister Anti-Social, but his particular brand of aloofness was more useful during these types of infiltrations than what was deemed my "uncouth" behavior. It was probably a fair assessment.

"You having a problem in there?" I finally asked on his seventeenth pass by Heero's fitting room and Heero grunted a response that, even despite my vast experience with Heero Yuy's grunts, meant absolutely nothing to me. I paused, leaned my shoulder against the wall and crossed my arms over my chest, facing Heero's door with a cocky little grin, even though he couldn't see it.

"Need some help?" I teased but Heero surprised me by answering yes.

I blinked at the door a little dumbfounded and pushed it open carefully, sidestepping in to preserve as much of Heero's modesty from the outside world as possible even though the place was totally devoid of human life and was classy enough that the rooms were spacious and the door a solid panel without slats.

"What's wrong?" I asked, pulling the jacket forward, adjusting it across his shoulders needlessly – as if I knew what the fuck I was doing – and Heero just kind of mumbled his response.

"The pants don't really fit."

I smirked and slid my hands down across Heero's abs, wrapped in crisp white linen but easily able to be felt beneath it, to the unbuttoned pants – thinking I was going to tease him a bit, you know – but I paused once I looked down and saw just what Heero meant.

"Fuck no, they don't fit when you've got an erection the size of a goddamned steeple in there," I hissed, looking back up and glaring at my partner. Sure, I had intended to tease a bit – but I'd sure as hell had not expected to be faced with that. "We fucked twice this morning."

"I know," Heero muttered, meeting my eyes a bit guiltily. Don't know what the hell those particular eyes were – kinda big and kinda puppy dog and kinda looking up at me with this pathetic thing that made me weak in the knees... I kinda hated it.

"I can't stop thinking about it," Heero murmured and I swallowed hard as he brought his lips close but didn't kiss me. My tease had nothing on his and I didn't understand why he was doing this to me now. He damn well knew how addicted I was to his body – he sure as hell didn't have to use it against me in every damned circumstance.

"The way you felt." Heero's lips brushed across my cheek then, up to my ear, hot breath washing over me in a whisper and I felt that tale-tail tingle of arousal shoot down my spine and my heart start beating faster as Heero's damned tongue slipped quickly against the edge of my ear.

"The way you moaned." I bit back a whimper as Heero grabbed my hand, pressed it against his dick through the pants and bucked his hips against it at the same time as his other hand jerked back my braid, exposing my neck so that he could bite into it.

And then it was damn well over. I knew I'd completely lost this round as those teeth in my neck, biting, sucking, bringing with them a hint of pain that indicated Heero was marking me simply unravelled me every time. I palmed him through the altogether too expensive pants, unable to stop myself by that point, feeling myself get hard as Heero's hands trailed all over my body, yanking up my shirt, running up my torso, moving across the small of my back, down the back of my pants. Sure it was true we'd had very little time off between missions this time, just barely two days, and it was hard to unwind and ramp up for a mission within that short a period of time, but still – this was needy, even for Heero.

But I found it difficult to think with Heero's mouth on my throat, my ear, my collarbone, pressing into my lips, fingers unbuttoning my pants, unzipping them, releasing my dick. Heero's own pants were already unzipped and so he easily freed himself and pressed up against me. Warm flesh met and we both muffled gasps with kisses as Heero ground aggressively against me, almost painfully, pushing me back into the mirror.

"We won't be able to walk," I gasped as quietly as possible as I grabbed the back of Heero's hair and yanked him away. Heero paused then, looked me in the eyes as if I'd said something stupid. No one had a look of condescension quite like Heero.

"Not what I had in mind," he replied quietly, twisting me around and shoving me up against the mirror face first.

I didn't understand but couldn't really question him so I just braced myself against it, glaring at the reflection of the top of Heero's head. Heero's hand pulled up my shirt, fingers grasping for a nipple and I bit into my lower lip and turned my eyes forward, feeling Heero's other hand move across my hips to my dick and then I realized.

It was nearly impossible to suppress a moan as I stared into the mirror and watched Heero's fingers circle my nipple, watched as Heero tugged at me. I looked up when I realized Heero was panting in my ear, his hips desperately seeking friction as they ground against my ass, and I saw Heero's expression reflected back – chin on my shoulder, eyes half-lidded and looking downward, obviously enjoying watching himself jerk me off just as much as I enjoyed watching him do it too.

And then just when I thought I couldn't take another damned second without falling helplessly over the edge, Heero was sliding in between me and mirror, getting down on his knees and I was thankful Heero knew my body so well I didn't even have to say it. Heero picked back up his rhythm effortlessly, slid his mouth over my head, down my dick and my hands balled into fists, forehead slamming forward into the mirror as I stared down. Fuck. Nothing was hotter than watching Heero down on his knees with his mouth on my dick and I muffled a groan in the crook of my elbow, feeling Heero swallow when I came.

Heero looked up at me then, my heart racing, breathing heavy and I felt my heart start pounding harder, that one simple look speaking volumes of admiration and affection that neither one of us could ever damn say with words and right then I didn't care if Heero was too needy, if Heero started shit we didn't need to start in places we didn't need to be fucking around in, if Heero couldn't express his feelings like a normal person, outside of sex and physical need and orgasm. He didn't have to. Because I knew. It was the only sure fire way Heero knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was able to make me feel good and that was a little sad, yeah, but then I didn't know of too many better ways either. So I pulled him up by his lapels, kissed him soundly on the mouth, and then turned him around and forced him back onto the little settee chair.

Heero breathed my name as I went down on him, fingers moving through my hair, grasping it a little too tight, clearly wanting to force my head forward but fighting the desire. I glanced up and noticed his other hand stroking his chest through his shirt, rolling over his nipples and watching in the mirror as he did so. Shit it made me hot, even despite having just came. I'd never realized Heero had such a thing for mirrors but I was definitely going to have to use it to my advantage in the future.

Heero's hips began to drive upward even as I tried to force them to be still and he removed his hand from my hair to grip at his pants to stop himself from choking me on his dick. But I had done this enough times to know exactly how to end this with a simple shift in rhythm, a few movements of the flat of my tongue and some deep suction. And Heero knew I knew and when he felt the change he grasped my free hand, interlocking our fingers and bringing it to his mouth, where he pressed the palm against his lips, teeth bared and fighting not make a sound as he came.

Then it was my turn to look up at him, hoping I could portray the same feelings in a single look that I tried to give him in carnal pleasure, and I climbed into his lap so that Heero could wrap his arms around me and we could kiss lazily and feel like we had all the time in the world if only for a minute.

"Think your pants will fit now?" I joked lightly, arms around Heero's neck, fingers buried deep in thick chocolate locks, noses barely brushing.

"Hmm. Might have to double check," Heero answered softly with a little smile, all of the armor he wrapped himself in momentarily blown back to expose something a little gentler, a little more assured. The stupid ass tingly feeling in my gut that expression gave me was better than orgasm. It made just about damn near everything worth it. And he rested his hand on my cheek and kissed me once more before I forced myself off reluctantly, pulling up and refastening my pants.

I watched as Heero straightened his suit, tucked the shirt into his pants and zipped them up, and felt a pang of guilt because I knew that this was completely and totally fucked, knew that I wasn't helping Heero, knew that I was just a crutch for the other man, that I couldn't provide him any true happiness if he never faced his demons, never tried to deal with them in a way that didn't involve the temporary high of orgasm but then Heero was looking at me again with those too-damn-blue eyes and I stopped. Contemplated what I was asking of him and knew it was impossible. I sure as shit wasn't going to sit down across a coffee table filled with literature on happy pills and look a shrink in the eye and divulge my whole sorry fucking past and I damn well couldn't really ask that of Heero either.

And so I smirked. Pressed a finger into Heero's chest. Let myself feel a little hint of satisfaction at the confused look that crossed my partner's dark features.

"Just so you know," I said, all cocky self-confidence, my own armor, my own way to avoid reality, "payback's a bitch."