Retraining Arc: 1. Singleminded
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Rating: NC-15/M
Pairings: Duo with Heero
Warnings: Male/Male love and references to sex, foul language
Disclaimer: I do not own them although I would like that. Would be nice to play sandwich with them, huh? All rights with their original owners.
Summary: After 'Endless Waltz'. The boys retrain at Preventers. Heero resorts to mean methods to entice Duo to take studying for his exams a bit more seriously. Duo feels deprived, Heero and Wufei have something going on, and everything boils down to just one thing... A little PWP for light relief, pun entirely intended.
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Copper braid whipping wildly about his backside, Duo all but ran from the seminar room. Duh. One entire day, almost eight painful hours, with only a hard plastic chair to grind his butt against and no way he could relieve himself without causing a scandal. And Heero's back to stare at.
To hell with him - Duo could not remember much from the lectures, and his notepad was covered in doodles. Doodle-dee, doodle-dah, they all looked a bit like Heero...
Duo yanked at the side door to the hangar as though his life depended on it, then remembered to use the keycard and even scraped the key combination from his mushed brain. He needed to work to get his mind into a more grown-up shape.
Sanctuary at last! He burst into the cool dusk of the hall and jogged across to Deathscythe. Grown up, huh? Wasn't sex a grown up thing? Heero had let him flounder, and it was beginning to grate. They had argued again, man, weren't they always arguing anyway? But somehow Heero had taken really ill to it this time. "Maxwell, if you don't improve your scores in class," he had declared solemnly, "you leave me with no choice."
No sex. He had blown Duo clean out of the water when he pronounced the sentence: fucking cancelled until further notice. No kissing either, not even touching or rubbing or... "And so you know, if I catch you wanking, you can kiss your ass goodbye."
Duo groaned deeply, arching and letting his head fall back as he pressed himself against the corner of Deathscythe's foot. Damn this stubborn idiot. Jacking off hurriedly, in secret, wasn't exactly conducive to improving his scores either, or the fact that he had to spend days staring at Heero's tantalising shape, right in front of his nose. Smell him, sense his warmth, oh, and the anger that radiated from him whenever he caught Duo gaping.
Perhaps if he got angry enough, he would snap and ravish Duo? Well, he had made clear what would happen when he did snap: a mean backhand that gave Duo a black cheekbone and a sobering shock. That was the reality of kinky little fantasies then.
Heero would have none of it until Duo made it past the finishing line: gain his first middle score in this semester, to be able to stay on the course and move up with the rest of the class. Duo had tried to protest, but swallowed the rest of his babbling when Heero suggested flatly that if this was too hard on him, perhaps they should try separate rooms.
How dare he!
Good grief, Scythe still had this damn hydraulics leek, and the stuff trickled down the panels like... damn you, Heero, Duo swore silently, kicking his toolbox. Even the fucking screwdrivers looked tempting now. Screw that, huh. Amazing how deprivation of sex can lead to an utter and cheerful disregard of dignity and an exciting array of new discoveries: how petroleum jelly feels inside you (it stings), that soap makes you spend too much time on the loo afterwards, that assorted bathroom bottles and utensils have phallic shapes, that life is practically filled with suitable objects...
Ouch, the panel tipping onto his foot was a chill-down. Duo snarled at it and dragged it to one side to reach into the maze of tubes and cogs that formed the innards of the joint he meant to mend.
Sticking things up your bum did not count as wanking, or did it? Horny, horny, horny. Didn't HE feel the same? Duo chewed his lip, trying to assess the damage to the hydraulics ducts. One appeared to be punctured, and the damn little valve dripped when he loosened the metal band and pulled the clear silicone off. Even this thing, round and shiny, with a small hole at the apex of the gleaming mound, reminded him... well, of Heero's anatomy.
And of his own that clamoured for release with a vengeance. Could Heero not at least wear clothes that covered as much of his skin as possible? Oh, and concealed his shape, such as, uh, a big sack or something?
But no, oblivious to Duo's plea, he continued to prance about in spandex and a skin-tight tanktop – green, to nicely set off his golden hide and glossy hair. Oh, to rake through this hair and tear at a handful while sinking sharp teeth into this soft skin over toned muscle. To make him squirm-
Duo writhed wantonly, spreadeagled and bent forward over the edge of the metal box that was Scythe's foot. It gave him a nice kind of purchase for his rebellious crotch while his fingers dug around nimbly in slippery tubes and ducts.
Duo had stolen glances, of course, greedily scrutinising the damn spandex for a sign, any sign, of similar suffering, but Heero seemed completely relaxed. This had hit Duo with a double-whammy: perhaps, his heated mind churned out, he was seeking relief elsewhere? Screwing someone else, and the whole thing was one big, great, nasty joke at Duo's expense?
Wufei had begun to wear this rather smug look recently. Duo shifted uncomfortably as his arousal got trapped against the sharp metal edge. Why did he have to carry this damn throbbing piece of flesh around all the time? Heero's fault if it got hurt, his alone, and he would regret it deeply if it got damaged.
Well, maybe not. Duo had taken to spending a lot of his spare time snooping after Wu who indeed would meet up with Heero quite often these days - to read in the library, write up essays, or discuss boring stuff such as ballistics. Trajectory formulae, for example. Duo snorted, shoving his hands deeper into the tangle of tubes to push some of them back and tie them into a neat, organised bundle with cable wire.
He could make a nice trajectory when he came – oh, damn, hands gone too slippery for this now – out of his cock, up high, curve elegantly and whack, splash down on his chest. A pretty curve, ne? A grin stole onto his face and stayed put. Perhaps ballistics could be interesting after all. Heero going ballistic definitely was a show, well worth a few welts and bruises.
In fact, as the next written exam edged closer, Duo had begun to worry in earnest. Grown haggard and jittery, enough for Heero to shoot him concerned glances. Still no sex though, not even when he looked so ill, so pityable, so very much in need of comfort. Heero had a will of iron and a heart of ice. No, rubbish, he had no friggin' heart at all, let alone normal urges, but then, the Perfect Soldier was not exactly your normal dude, now was he.
Duo tightened another cable tie, wiped his hands on his overall and reached for the panel. Instead of sex, Heero had thought it a good idea to fill him up with hot chocolate in a blatant attempt to pacify and fatten him, and left boxes with rice cakes on top of a pile of textbooks. Duo had not been to the library – the place intimidated the hell out of him, with its endless rows of books and disks and computers in the study room, and with its godawful hushed silence – but Heero had gone and borrowed for him exactly the books he would need to cram for the exam.
Heero had also bribed him with sweets, with being nice for once, steely determination clad stealthily in velvety concern. Such a false bastard, if all Duo really needed was just one thing Heero had yet would not budge to yield.
It was maddening, and when Duo found himself alone with the pile of books for the first time, Heero having gone out – don't wait up, baka, his voice so soft and loving, to hell with him – he had sat on the end of the bed that was farthest from the desk. Legs drawn up against his chest, arms wrapped round them, chin on his knees, eyes wide and hostile, he had spent hours staring at the damn things.
Stuff all this. I wanna go home, he thought incongruously as he replaced the panel and began to screw it back on. Heero had abandoned him to his fate that night, and lacking other options unless he was after getting kicked out, Duo ventured to sit by the desk. Another endless stretch of time later, he opened one of the books and slapped it shut again when his gaze scanned the page and formulae, diagrams and schemata hit his brain in a jumble.
Two mugs of chocolate and a nervous packet of rice cakes after that, he realised he could see those diagrams in his mind. Astonished stillness followed, the mug half-raised between kitchen counter and Duo's gaping mouth as he projected the image of that blighted trajectory onto the plain white kitchen wall. It flickered like a neon sketch before him, formulae and all.
Suddenly it all made sense. Whoa, boy, that would have been all that sugar, right?
Duo was awed, scared and crazed. He spent the rest of that night wolfing through the books, taking notes in his scrawl that no one else could read. A bunch of spiders running across the sheet, Heero had remarked in a slightly unnerved tone. Irked because it prevented him from reading everything Duo entrusted to paper – just as well, sometimes he was too nosy for his own good anyway, the controlling bastard.
One, two... half a dozen more screws, hell, yeah, he would be perfectly fine after that, and whose idea had it been to give the panel such idiotic fastenings? Time to design some new ones. How he had managed to write the test, he had no idea - it was all in a haze, he felt sick and bad and like a complete failure, worrying his lip bloody during the two hour exam without a chance to sneak a peek at anyone else's work. For reference at least. But no, he had to think about the answers, work out the calculations all by himself and explain how he got there, and his head hurt so much that he was sure he would sustain some brain damage from all this.
Heero's fault alone. His fault that Duo now was half-nuts with fright because they still had not had their test results back, and mad from the lack of relief. Even a bit chafed down there, for all it was worth.
Last screw. That screwdriver DID feel good in his grip, nice 'n thick, with enticing little ridges, and the hydraulics grease would come in handy indeed, he would just finish this as quickly as his flying hands allowed and then pop round the corner into Deathscythe's shadow; the old can wouldn't mind, it had seen worse, ne?
Duo jumped as two hands firmly settled on his backside and pinched hard before he could whirl around and fly at his attacker. "Heero! Why, you-"
"Man, Maxwell, you asleep or what?" Was that a twinkle in those dark eyes? A decidedly wicked little gleam? Damn him, but that WAS too much! Deprivation was one thing, torture another... Duo's knuckles whitened around the screwdriver.
"Whoa, Duo, put that thing aside!" Heero took a step back and lifted his arms, palms out, face tense, but he still wore this ghost of a smile in his eyes, on his mouth, oh, and the tip of his tongue began to creep over his lower lip, leaving a glistening trail on pink skin.
"Get lost!" Duo wielded the tool, wild hair in a messy copper halo around his pinched face, eyes impossibly wide and so very, very hungry. Ravenous, and unable and utterly unwilling to hide it at all. "Get lost or... or..."
"Or what? You gonna stab me? With... that?" Heero crossed his arms, lowering his head and jutting out his chin. Ah, his fighting stance, go for it baby, anything, anything at all really, and if the only way to make body contact was like this, then so be it- "Duo, hold it man!"
So he could read minds, too. How very eerie. And his tone was still completely unruffled, curse him for being such a bloody ice block. Duo shuddered, meeting the gleam that pinned him from beneath shiny dark hair, and bit his lip hard to keep his senses together. He tried to concentrate on the feel of the tool in his hand, and what he could do with it after Heero was done here. Or should he do it while Heero was watch-
"If you had waited after class," Heero stepped a bit closer, hey, stop there, that's dangerous territory, oh, way too close, so damn close, so warm, touching, hands sliding around Duo's waist onto his bottom again, kneading, digging into his flesh greedily, lips sealing over his and a tongue jabbing right down his throat until his eyes began to bulge for lack of air.
"Haaah!" Duo wheezed for breath as Heero nudged him against Scythe's foot and bent him backwards, bracing muscular arms to his sides, effectively trapping him in this rather uncomfortable, prone position. No way Duo could hide what his body thought of it, and the smile on Heero's face became clearer as his eyes glittered down at his partner.
It was a wicked kind of smile. Almost feral, a teethy little snarl, to go nicely – no, mindbogglingly – with the rubbing of a hard groin against his own arousal.
"I – I'm gonna – ah, Heeroooh!" Duo gasped, eyes turning up to show the white, and Heero laughed and let off a little, only enough for Duo not to explode.
"You'd known you passed, baka," he growled huskily, sweeping in again for a long, slobbering swish of his tongue over Duo's throat down into the gaping neck of his overall, then up to blow a few copper bangs from Duo's sweaty brow.
Passed.
Passed!
Process that: passedI
For a split second, Duo stared up at Heero's laughing face, before a great hot wave rolled over him, drowning him in fury, relief, and the massive urge to pay Heero back for every single moment of agony he had suffered. "You!" he all but yelled.
"Go on," Heero rasped, with a hard nip at Duo's ear for emphasis, "fuck me already."
Hey, they agreed on the currency!
Duo had him naked before he could protest, sprawled and squirming right there on the cold, oily concrete, among the tools that did not look tempting at all anymore, except for the grease that DID come in handy, and neither of them managed to hold out beyond a couple of wild thrusts.
Heero, naked except for the boots. Duo, still fully clad, lay panting on top of his partner who pressed him close, hands roaming eagerly over messy copper hair and bony shoulders, down to the small of his back, pinching his bum, Heero's body arching a little so he could reach futher down, and relaxing again when he stroked the palms of those wonderful hands up Duo's flanks, cupped his cheeks and tilted his head so he had to look down at Heero.
With hazed, sated, happy eyes. Suddenly marred by a shade of fretful anxiety.
"Hey, baka," Heero smiled, "what's up?"
Duo blushed fiercely. Hell, they had done this often enough, but... "Ah, sorry for bein' too quick-"
"Phew, forgettit – you're a damn good shag, and you won't outrace me." Cocky bastard. "I'd only say the trajectory was spoiled. Doesn't make nice curves when you shoot up my ass, huh?"
Gods, but he could talk dirty! Duo felt something knot and hum in his lower belly. In Heero's eyes danced sparks of mischief that would usually translate into hurt of one kind or another, though mostly of the playful variety. Still, Duo did not feel up to it, not after having been reduced to a boneless bag of exhaustion. Cautiously, he tried to shove himself up a bit but Heero held him firmly in place, trapped between drawn-up golden legs and hard arms. "You were reckless enough to leave the bathroom door open, Maxwell." A low chuckle rumbled through Heero's body. "You have a nice way of checking your calculations."
Duo's blush deepened to a livid tomato hue. Heero had threatened him in case he caught him beating off... How often had he been WATCHING, damn him?
"And I must say, your taste in toys, well – it does reek a bit of despair."
"Stop it now, will ya?" Duo all but gasped, trying to wriggle away only to be pinned harder to this firm, warm body beneath him. Didn't Heero feel cold, or bruised from lying on that floor?
"Didn't you wonder?" Heero hummed against the crook of Duo's neck, who felt the distinct nipping of sharp teeth followed by the soothing flick of a wet tongue over the small welt.
"Ouch! Where... I... ah, Heero, damn you, how-did-ya-stick-it?"
"I had to tie it back. Like some dancer, and boy, that felt icky," Heero laughed, his body vibrating beneath Duo.
"Woah!" Duo groaned, writhing to grind his hips into Heero's. "Why? To confuse me?"
"Precisely. That look on your face... priceless. And it made me hard when you were scanning me. That meant," with a sudden bucking motion, Heero flipped Duo onto his back and straddled him, "I was hard all the bloody time."
"I hate you!" Duo yapped as Heero dug his hands into masses of copper strands and began to pull Duo's braid apart with great efficiency.
"Love you too, soldierboy," he smiled, leaned in for a kiss and rubbed his backside over Duo's lazily stirring groin. "I want a shower and our bed. What d'you reckon?"
It was the day Duo left his tools where they had fallen, something unheard of in the history of the hangar, and the following day was the one when Heero Yuy skipped school.
Which, as Wufei grimly commented, was not only an outright scandal and utter disgrace, but the end of the world as we know it.
Even though his plan had worked.
And then some.
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Next chapter: Exam Scores
