Trapped
Chapter I
By The Vampyre's Widow
Beta'ed by AkaiRyu
A/N: This little idea came niggling along a few days and wouldn't leave me alone until I started writing. I plan on doing two versions, one for Gundam Wing – which you happen to be reading if you don't know which anime category you're in – and one for Weiss Kruez. This was going to be a short one-chapter story, but somehow it's going to be multiple chapters by the time I'm done with it. Maybe in time to get an Xmas 1x2 fic out…This takes place three years after the end of Endless Waltz, so I get to fill in the gags …I mean gaps… I've always seen Duo as a dirty blonde…((in more ways than one )) so I'm talking about him, not Qautre…Also this is my first attempt at a GW fanfic, so please don't hate me!
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing/Gundam Wing Endless Waltz, or I'd pimp them all…
Warnings: Blood, Minor Violence, 1x2 Lemon/Lime ((mmm…Gundam Wing Sprite…)), Sappy-ness, Oral, Relena Bashing, Heero Drunk!
Dedications: To my sweet girlfriend Kitty! This one is for you babe!
Italics – flash back
It was supposed to have been an easy mission.
But when was something ever easy?
Get in, hack some computers while kicking cultists ass to grab some voluble data. Kick some more cultists asses and get the hell out of there. Yes, easy. For a pair of battle-toughened Preventers used to layers of encrypted hard drives, the hacking was almost child's play. Not to mention the cultists had this thing about shoot and run.
That seriously pissed Duo off.
"Are you done yet, Heero?" The blonde tossed over his shoulder. The violet eyes were trained on the dimly lit doorway. The men and women tended to pop up, fire a few rounds and disappear again. It reminded him of this one game he played at Trowa's circus not too long ago. There you got a prize though.
Normally he'd be the one doing the hacking and Heero would be guarding his back. Lady Une had asked the perfect soldier to do it this time around. Something about ghost servers and a new encryption system the D Cult might be using. Duo had been simmering in indignation, so he hadn't caught everything the older woman had said.
"Hn." The blue marker was moving at an agonizingly slow rate. "Almost done."
"Good, because I'm about to go crazy. Can't they stay in one place!" The Pilot brought his gun up. Was that another one of them?
The round of bullets came nowhere near the pair. Of course, it would be hard to aim while you're peering around a doorframe, Duo noted, and trying not to expose yourself.
This was making him very mad. He was used to guerilla warfare but this was just ridiculous. In the back of his mind he grudgingly respected the tactic. This was an easy way to get your target to become angry, dropping his ability to think straight. The person would be too hell bent on finding the shooter to care about his own safety or the position he'd gotten himself in.
That evaluation was confirmed when his partner placed a hand on his shoulder. "Calm down, Maxwell."
"Yea, I know…still…" Duo glared at the doorway, trying to ignore the hand on his shoulder. Ever since the end of the Marimaea Wars, Heero had become a bit more open with his Preventer partner. Physically, mentally, maybe even spiritually.
Two years ago, the two men had started getting together after work, just for some thing to drink. Mostly Duo would talk about work, the other Pilots and whatever happened to catch his interest on the news. Heero would listen, blandly interested. That was, until the whiskey loosened his tongue. When Zero's pilot was drunk, he could talk your ears off. Talk about a total change of personality.
Over that time the two had become almost inseparable. Wherever Heero went, Duo went, and vice versa. A lot of people at the HQ made assumptions about their relationship, especially when they started finishing each other's sentences. That was hilarious really.
Secrets had been revealed, as well. Some of them were mildly embarrassing, mostly stories from a childhood neither remembered very well. Others…well…others were much, much more interesting.
"Hey…hey…hey…" The head of brown hair lolled over onto Duo's shoulder, a small giggle escaping the Pilot. "Didja…didja knooooow…I don't like Re…Rerenaaa…"
Duo pushed Heero up off his shoulder, trying to keep him in a sitting position. "You mean Relena right?"
The unfocused blue eyes peered into dark purple.
"Yesh…her…clingy…noisy…annoying…bitsch…shoulda killed her…when had the chance." He nodded vehemently, and so hard he almost lost his balance again, but for the steadying hand of Deathsycthe's Pilot. "Hey…hey…hey…hey…Duo?"
The braided man had to smile at the others overuse of the word 'hey'. "Yes, Heero?"
Heero was quiet for a moment. He stared off into nothing, and then snapped back. The blue eyes blinked twice before nodding again. "She tried to…to breast me…during that one time…with Gillurdi…Yuck!"
The younger man blinked at the Pilot's confession. "She what?"
"Breasteded me…yuck…nasty…stupid things, breasts…what good are they?"
That was very unexpected. "You…you don't like breasts?"
"Hey, hey, hey…Duo?"
"Yes?"
"You're pretty."
"What!" The blonde man was so surprised he forgot to continue supporting his partner. The Japanese Preventer slid down into the others lap, giggling helplessly. "Get up, Heero!" He tried to pry him off his legs, but the Solider wouldn't budge. When Heero didn't want to move, he didn't. "Heero…!"
The giggling stopped, and the sound of a zipper rent the sudden silence. "AIE!" Something wet and hot enveloped his cloth-covered groin. Most likely Heero's mouth, his mind informed him before it shut down. "Heero!"
The Gundam Pilot made a shushing noise before his tongue snaked past the slit in his partner's boxers. Oh damn…The tongue licked a wet trail from tip to root, bringing the blood rushing down to the flesh. Duo shuddered, head laying back. Damndamndamn…that felt good…
Duo had long come to terms with his own bisexuality, but he had never, never expected Heero – the Perfect Soldier, Wing Zero Pilot, Ice Princess – to be doing this. A small moan escaped his lips as one warm hand joined the tongue to tease his cock and balls.
Oh shit! Heero rolled his balls in his hand, teasing each one with gentle flicks of his fingertips, then firmer strokes. His tongue continued to lick along the rapidly hardening length, tracing the pulsing veins and dipping under the hood to play with the tiny opening.
There was a brief wash of coolness as the brunette reared back to tug down the tight black jeans and boxers. Uniform white, nothing special for him. This time, the slender fingers tugged at Duo's erection while his mouth pulled his balls in to lightly suck.
"Oh shit, oh damn…" Duo lifted his hips into the sweet suction, feeling lightheaded from the lack of blood in his brain. His hands made their way into the short, chocolate brown locks, amazed at the feeling of the silky strands. The sensation of touch had been multiplied, his nerves burning.
Finally, oh god finally, the hot mouth left his heavy balls to swallow down his length. A gasped curse left his mouth as Heero began voraciously suckling his cock. His tongue was everywhere! Swirling around the base, retreating to put pressure against the underside of his cock, probing the tip. The burn in his skin became a sizzle, he could feel his balls bunching up against his body, preparing to cum.
Violet eyes dared to peek down, widening. The short brown locks fell over the mans face, obscuring the pink flush of alcohol that dusted the curve of a cheekbone. His engorged cock kept disappearing into Heero's mouth, encased by dark pink lips. What socked him in the stomach were the open sapphire orbs watching him. Heero was watching him, had been watching him in the throes of pleasure.
That sight, those eyes, forced the orgasm out of his body. "Oh FUCK!" Duo arched off the couch as his cock pumped streams of white lust into Heero's waiting mouth.
He must have blacked out for a minute, for when he opened his eyes again Heero was asleep. His face was pressed into a jean-clad thigh, snoring lightly. Duo chuckled weakly, managing to fix himself and scoot off the couch without waking his partner.
It was going to be very embarrassing in the morning if Heero remembered this event…
To that day he didn't know why he hadn't stopped Heero from doing that.
Of course Heero was a god. Duo found him very attractive; he couldn't help staring at the brunette's butt when he wore those tight blue jeans. It had seemed hopeless before, since Heero had seemed wrapped up in Relena. Hope had flared for a short time after the incident, but quickly died after the other showed no signs of ever remembering.
Duo almost groaned when Heero took his hand away to collect the now finished disk. "Let's go."
The hallway was clear of the fanatical cultists, and so was the main entryway of the decrepit manor. At one time it would have been a gorgeous mansion with walls painted a pale gold with shiny hardwood floors. During the wars it had been taken over by OZ for it's strategic positioning and then abandoned. Recently the D Cult had moved in.
Something was wrong. The hair on the back of Duo's neck prickled. Where were they? The D Cult couldn't let them leave with this information. They had put up a fight when they came in, and had continued to distract them while retrieving the information. The cultists should be here, trying their damnedest to kill them before they made it out.
Duo's eyes watched Heero ahead of him, dropping down to his ass. Oh damn…that man had a fine ass. He could see it flexing under the uniform pants as he ran. He was then aware of the confinement of his own pants and the bolt of lust that went straight down to his groin. Damn…
Heero's head jerked around, making Duo flush with embarrassment. His mouth opened to say something, but before he could something hard and cold hit the braided man in the back of the head.
Duo's ears were ringing so loudly that he didn't hear the explosion go off overhead but he felt something or somebody collide with him. The warm weight dragged him to the ground as the steel reinforcements above come crashing down.
Lesson of the Chapter: Watching Heero's ass will get you into trouble
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