"Hey, Duo, there's something I've gotta do out back. I'm gonna need you as an equipment manager." Heero called from the kitchen. He was on his second cup of coffee, and was reading a tech manual. Something about...lawn mowers?

Duo didn't understand. Heero was too smart for simple gadgets like lawn mowers. It didn't take a genius to figure out how a lawn mower worked. But Duo simply did as he was told, and soon he was toddling after Heero out to the small shed out back.

Something about the Wing pilot's gait told him that something was up with him this particular morning. He seemed quieter than usual, and intent on something. It couldn't be lawn mowers. Why the heck did he need help with a friggin' lawn mower! Duo was in the middle of his escape plan. But as soon as he stepped into the shed it was too late for him to escape; from the second the heavy door swung shut and locked, he knew Heero set up a trap.

Duo nervously fiddled with a few random tools at hand and noticed with a chill that Heero's footsteps had stopped directly behind him. He felt two icy cobalt eyes upon him, boring into his back. He tensed as he felt a small tug on his braid. The long, thick brown hair came partially undone and the loosened end fell around his body. With a shudder, he felt the pressure of two strong hands upon his hips. He froze as Heero slowly ground himself into his backside provacatively. Heero's tongue came out and licked Duo's ear.

"Heero..." Duo murmured. "What are you gonna do, rape me or someth...?" His words were instantly smothered as a calloused palm drowned out his voice; he let out a muffled moan as Heero tilted Duo's head back, exposing his neck, which he licked and sucked on with increasing passion. His other hand unfastened the front of Duo's shirt to slide inside.

Duo gasped at the feeling of Heero's finger teasing his nipple, and the pilot let go of his throat, which he had been grazing his fingertips over, only to use that hand to pull Duo's neatly tucked-in shirt out of his pants. His fingers found the zipper of his black form-fitting trousers, and slowly unzipped it. The sound was deafening and seemed to take an eternity.

Heero suddenly whipped Duo around to face him and before Duo knew it, he found himself against the wall of the shed. Heero peeled the rest of Duo's shirt off and kissed him full on the mouth. He then nibbled downwards, towards his chest, and bit down softly on Duo's nipple to tease him again, using a his tongue to create different sensations. Duo moaned once more, hair hanging sexily everywhere, his naked torso glistening with Heero's saliva. He didn't care how many gallons of spit Heero drooled on him, he wanted pleasure! Duo pushed Heero's head lower and lower until his face was even with his groin. Heero grinned at Duo, and being the despicable brat he was, he didn't take Duo's pants off all the way. Instead, he stood back up and grazed his fingers with even pressure over the rock-hard lump forming in Duo's pants. Duo didn't know how much longer he could take it, he was sick of foreplay, he was going to explode...

"Quit that!" Duo cried, flailing his arms in exasperation. "Cut to the point, you greedy bastard!"

At this, Heero let go of Duo, his face hardening. Duo knew he had said the wrong thing, he was totally in for it now, oh god, no...! He tried to make a break for the door but Heero grabbed him, and picking him up, hauled him to a nearby table and laid him down as gently as if he were a bag of sand.

"Oof!" Duo grunted, and immediately tried to scramble away. Too late. Heero had decided to cut to the point after all.

The cobalt-eyed pilot silently began yanking all of Duo's clothes off, starting with the shirt, then the pants, and the shoes, all the while wearing a rather perverted grin on his face. Duo laughed like a maniac. All hell broke loose as Heero unzipped the front of his pants, pulled off the last remaining article of clothing on Duo's body, and pulling Duo closer by the hips, he positioned the braided pilot's legs over his shoulder and rammed into him...hard.

"AAAAGH!"

Heero froze as if he'd been hit by a frying pan, eyes wide in surprise. "What!" he shouted over Duo's yelling. "What did I do wrong!" He slid out of Duo and back in again, gasping involuntarily at the intense pleasure. Duo moaned and tears of pain jumped to his eyes. "Heero, you idiot, that hurts! What are trying to do, rape me?" he cried. "That's how the gang-bangers do it...owww..."

"I'm sorry...I've never done this before..." Heero muttered, and began again, this time more slowly. Duo gritted his teeth in agony. "You could've practiced that part some more before trying it on someone like me...! Oh god, owww..."

"You told me to cut straight to the point, so I did!" Heero shot back, using his Death Glare. Duo opened his mouth to protest, but Heero jolted him with an extra hard thrust and Duo let his head flop back with part pain, part pleasure, but mostly pain.

They were done in a matter of minutes. Heero helped Duo put his clothes back on and helped him ease up to a sitting position.

"I'm not going to sit for a week," Duo groaned. "I didn't think you'd come onto me that hard...Jesus Christ...!" he rubbed his poor ass.

"I'm sorry, Duo." Was all Heero could say. It seemed he was apprehensive now, and even insecure. Clearly, this was something he still needed to explore and get used to. Gently, he took Duo in his arms and held him close. Duo closed his eyes and put his ear against Heero's chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. He allowed Heero to gently stroke his soft brown hair and to kiss him on the forehead. Then he eased away from Heero and looked him in the eye.

"Heero...I love you so much."

Heero let himself smile for the first time. "I know...I know..." he leaned in and kissed Duo passionately on the lips. "I love you too, Duo. With all my heart." There was a brief pause as they began making out, pure and simple. Duo suddenly remembered something and abruptly pulled away from Heero with a loud, wet smooch.

"Are you still going to mow the lawn?"

"I never mow the goddamn lawn. We'll make Wufei do it." Heero picked Duo up easily from the table and carried him back to the house.

Duo's underwear, of course...!