Author: CeeDee

Pairing: 1x2

Rating: NC-17, adult only

Warnings: Lemon

Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine *sighs* promise to give them back.

written for LJ fic_on_demand

Requester: aikonamika

After battle, the two have to let out steam... as in the request, in form of smut. Sex, a tad graphic. I hope I met the criteria.

Close Proximity

Adrenaline still pumped through his veins from this last battle, excitement. Duo steered his mecha through the hangar doors, cut the thrusters, landing smoothly. Last in line of the big machines. Wing, in front of him, stalked in jerky, abrupt motions to his storing place, and Duo suddenly felt an absolute other kind of excitement rush through him, and he licked his lips in sudden anticipation as he watched the Gundam. He knew this style. Heero was on the edge, holding back, clinging on his last grip of control.

Duo let out a breathless laugh. Gotcha. Body thrumming with eagerness, he slightly delayed his shut down process until the hangar had cleared from their fellow pilots. But for Heero. Heero would wait, he knew for sure. Wait for him. He ripped his helmet off and unbuckled his harness.

Soon.

Deathscythe's hatch opened with a hiss, and he grabbed the cable, slid down to the floor, a wild grin on his face. They only had a few minutes, maybe ten, until the repair crews would flood the hangar, after they were briefed by the other pilots about the damage on their mechas. Only a few minutes. Duo glanced up to Wing. The hatch was wide open, the cable hanging. The pilot already had left.

There.

Heero was crouched at the foot of his Gundam, eyes wild but calculating, trained on Duo with uncanny surety. A slightly bleeding cut was on his forehead. His space suit was peeled down to his hips, the arms of it lying on the floor like a couple of snakes.

Duo's grin was feral. He slowly raised his hands to open the fastenings of his own suit, skimming out of the arms. Hissing, he raised his left arm, inspecting the cut and the blood slowly running down his arm and his hand, received from shrapnel as his screen had burst, due to an unfortunate hit his mecha took in this last battle. And dismissed it as irrelevant.

Heero still was crouched in the same position, body coiled, ready to spring in action, staring. Waiting. Waiting for Duo's signal. His consent.

Duo jerked his head.

Hero shot up like a whirlwind, covered the distance between them in a few, wide strides, closed in and crushed his body against Duo's. Lips crashed together in a fierce kiss, hard, demanding, teeth met, tongues battled. Duo growled as Heero's hand jerked on his braid, the other arm like a steel clamp around his waist. He was hoisted up a few inches, just enough that his feet left the floor, and Heero turned, making a few steps, pushing Duo's back hard against the leg of his Gundam.

"Hurry." Duo ground out.

Hands fumbled with his clothing, pushing the rest of the suit down, one hand reaching in his underwear and Duo shifted his hip, hissed as Heero began to stroke him, and showing a thigh between Heero's legs. He pushed his own hand in Heero's pants and grabbed the cock, hot and stiff, and giving it a few hard strokes. Heero's mouth again crashed against his, just a few wild primal motions of jaw and tongue, and then Duo was grabbed by the shoulders and turned around, the rest of his suit showed down his legs.

Duo braced himself against the cool metal of his Gundam's leg, hands at shoulder height, shuddering as the cool air hit his buttocks; his feet as wide apart as his suit and underwear allowed, pooled at his ankles. He watched the blood on his left hand slowly running down along it, now in the opposite direction, towards his elbow. Life, he thought.

Heero grunted and made a spitting sound, and then the cock of his comrade pressed against his ass, against the resistance the muscles provided, and slowly inside. Duo grunted. Then the resistance lessened, and Heero began to move in hard, jerky motions. His left hand came around Duo's waist, steadying him, the other gripped his cock and stroked, hard, yanking, in the rhythm of the thrusts, and Duo gasped, knees buckling, as Heero hit just right, his bloody hand slipping on the metal and he adjusted it a few times.

It was good.

Dangerous.

Like their battle had been. Hard. It wouldn't last long, Duo knew. He was close already. His hand slipped again, and he reached down, gripping Heero's hand on his waist and heard a sharp hiss. But the rhythm wasn't disturbed, the thrusts continued. Wild. Duo looked down, and saw that an angry cut ran over Heero's hand, blood welling, and now mixing with his own.

Together. Not alone.

Duo stiffened and came, hard and powerful, spasms ripping through his body, and he couldn't take his eyes from their bloody hands, entwined together.

Heero's thrusts became sharper, harder, and finally Duo felt him become rigid, behind him, around him, in him, grunting, cock pulsing, cum shooting up his ass. He felt Heero's head, leaning heavily on his shoulder, the hard body pressed against him, shuddering. Duo let out a breathless laugh.

Unity.

They stood there, motionless a few instants. Heero slowly wiped his forehead on Duo's shoulder, steadied him, slowly pulling out. Duo looked back over his shoulder, grinning.

"No one else, Yuy. No one else."

Heero took a step back, head tilted slightly, finally nodding.

"No one else." He confirmed.

OWARI

 

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