Sequel to "The Duel", I do love my sexual tension, heh heh heh. Enjoy!

Gundam Wing is copyright Sunrise/Sotsu agency, etc. etc. etc.

Battle Tactics

And so, as I have taken it upon myself to seduce the King of Hearts, I have found that I am the one that has been entrapped. Perhaps furtively, he has been seeking the same goal as I, but that seems far too much to hope for. Whether it be the work of some sinister spell, or the natural charm of this bewitching boy, I am entirely entranced. Where I was trying to weave some web to snare him, I did not realize he was already closing in on me.

And I allowed myself to be caught.

For you see, I am already at the mercy of his touch, so acutely enamored with a glance, desperate for just one more kiss.

It comes down to this.

The stage is set. So.

Lights. Camera. Action.

I am an excellent performer, but I allow myself now, to act simply on my feelings. I see the danger in this, but I am too far-gone.

Who could turn back now?

In seconds he crawls over to me, a predator cornering its prey, seating himself on my lower back, forcing me to lie on my stomach. I permitted it, but my muscles were faintly taut, anticipating his next move.

But he has caught me off guard again.

Adhering his legs to my sides, he began smoothing his palms over my shoulders, applying firm pressure, sliding his fingertips over the curve of my shoulder blades, and then tracing the contour of my spine. I felt my eyes close, at the command of his touch.

He continues to coast his hands over my back, massaging the skin in slow ministrations, kneading the flesh and I feel a low groan tumble from my parted lips.

Why does he have that ability on me? To draw utterances as one would draw water from a well.

Proceeding, he directs his exploring hands down the expanse of my lower back, then pushing my T-shirt up, and skimming his palms over bare skin. Should I be ashamed that I trembled?

He persisted for a length, then slowly, leaned down, and skimmed his tongue over the shell of my ear.

He fights dirty.

I confess that I shivered, as he began to suck on my earlobe, and I dispelled another guttural moan. He began rocking his hips, grinding his pelvis into my buttocks, while biting my neck, searing skin with his teeth. Unwittingly I began to gyrate my hips in response, only briefly unaware that I had murmured his name.

I was startled when he began to grind his erection against my rear.

Granted, I was perfectly aware of my own painfully hard penis, pinned beneath my weight and his against the mattress. I tensed somewhat, my limbs going rigid, but before I could vocalize my protests, he suddenly leapt up, landing with ease on the floor, and bolted down the hall.

What the hell?

Now I understand, that Heero is quirky in his mannerisms, unorthodox, but this was baffling.

I sat up, imposing my knees against the mattress, and waited to see if he would return. Sure enough, he reappeared several minutes later, holding in his hand, a tube of lubrication and a condom in a plastic wrapper. I eyed him silently.

Studying me, he began to undress, and I regarded him intently. As if unaware of my blatant leering, he stripped off his shirt, followed by his jeans, and then discarded his boxers.

I will never get over the image of Heero naked.

Nor, will I get over the sight of his fully erect penis.

My mouth may have dangled open, my breath may have hitched, but so be it. I cannot guess the exact size, but it was impressive.

I smiled faintly, then turn my attention to his features, and posed a low query, futile probably, as I was already certain of the answer.

"I assume you want to be top"? I inquired. He replied simply, as if stating a fact, "I am top."

I see.

I gazed at him, masking my uncertainty, when he spoke, "Instead, I will rim you and give you a fellatio."

I scanned my brain quickly, but could produce no result for what that term meant. Before I could restrain myself, I questioned, "What's that?"

He smiled at me subtly, and asked, "Which?"

I already felt like an idiot.

I paused, and then repeated lowly, "Fellatio." He gazed at me, and responded nonchalantly, "oral stimulation of your penis."

That beautiful, velvet soft mouth around my engorged member? Sign me up.

I wondered if I was drooling.

He gazed at me soberly, and stated, "make your penis accessible."

So Heero is not familiar with foreplay, I could teach him.

I rose to my haunches, then stood up on the bed, and quickly cast off my shirt, tossing it at him. I saw him frown, a faint degree of annoyance evident on his face. I only smirked, then slid my boxers off, wadding them into a ball, and throwing them at him, the garment connected with his face.

He glared at me, but unlike most, I do not quiver and cower beneath his glower, in fact, I find that sultry brooding look quite sexy.

This is battle of a different sort for us, which I believe feeds off our former rivalry of long ago, where former comrades vie for dominance and words are challenges, caresses are assaults, and a sexual cry is surrender.

But I welcome this brawl, this cross of verbal swords-I find it arousing.

If he is game, I would love to wrestle with him between the sheets, even if he is stronger. It is a very animalistic act; much like sex itself, a whirlwind of carnal embraces and heated glances. But I am still human, even if now, I feel I'm acting solely on some primal instinct.

A faint smile creeps over my lips, mischievous perhaps, and he gazes at me, as if he knows what I'm thinking, and I wouldn't be surprised if he did. I extend my hand to him, outstretched, and just barely flick my index and middle finger in challenge as I arch my right brow subtly. He knows.

Heeding my gesture, he lunged at me abruptly.

He make be taking center stage for the moment, but I am still running the show.