Author: PlaidDragon

Pairings: 1x2x1, 5x2, 3x4

Warnings: Yaoi, angst, lemon, semi-bastardized Heero and Wufei, OOC

Rating: R

Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its original characters do not belong to me.

Fire in the Hole Part 1

Pale starlight shone through the small window and illuminated the bodies tangled together on the bed. Groans, gasps and soft exclamations broke the midnight silence, but the stars cared not at all. The dark-haired youth on his back, ankles crossed above his partner's head, clutched at a handful of chestnut-auburn hair, hauling the other close to fasten on his mouth. They missed not a beat until the redhead pulled free, his back arching.

"Heero! I love you!" he cried.

"Duo...." He gasped, shuddered and groaned with his climax.

For a long moment, time stopped for both of them and then Duo collapsed, panting, onto his lover. "I love you," he breathed in Heero's ear, still trembling. "Oh, Goddess, how I love you...." He giggled contentedly.

They lay still for a time, not speaking, catching their breath. Duo nibbled lightly at Heero's lips and licked his ear affectionately. "I love you," he whispered again. "You are the best thing that ever happened to me."

The object of his affection exhaled, and pushed against him.

"Get off, Duo, you're heavy."

"You didn't mind my weight a few minutes ago," he murmured, nuzzling at Heero's neck, drawing his hand down his lean body.

"We're both satisfied now. Get off. I want to clean up."

Duo rolled off and sat up, cross-legged, on the bed. "Back in control again, I see," he muttered to himself. Heero disappeared into the bathroom. A moment later the shower came on.

"Crap," said Duo sourly, twisting a lock of auburn hair around his finger. "If he doesn't want it, why did he ask?" he wondered aloud, still trying to figure out the riddle of Heero Yuy. Then he brightened. This was a small station; everything about it was small, compact and efficient. The rooms were small; the shower was small... His Cheshire grin lit his quirky, elfin countenance, and his violet eyes widened. He scrambled across the bed.

"What? Duo, stop! I'm done! No! Quit...."

"Now, why would I want to do that when it's my turn...."

The water continued to run. "Duo.... K'so... Ah... Duo...."

~*~

Dawn found them curled together spoon-fashion, Duo's cheek resting against Heero's shoulder, arms firmly about his ribs. Awake, Heero gazed at the clock. Things to do.... Work to finish.... He couldn't get up without disturbing Duo, which would mean another wrestling match. Damn it, he didn't have time for this!

Damn....

He couldn't even shower in peace. Why the hell did he allow this to continue? Duo was nothing but a distraction. Hours of productive time wasted in bed.... In his arms.... Drowning in his love, his sex....

::My partner.:: It seemed logical in the beginning. Someone to take his back, be another pair of eyes. Despite Duo's insouciance, he was an exceptional pilot and a fierce and calculating fighter. His laughing violet eyes missed nothing and his battle reactions were almost instantaneous. No enemy who ever looked upon the Deathscythe lived to tell it. Heero trusted him implicitly.

And then that night by the lake, under the moonlight... That feeling in his belly... The sudden fire that surged through him when they touched... Duo's fingertips so tender, the expression in his violet eyes so wondering. His lips firm, his mouth sweet, demanding.... And suddenly they were there, locked in a fierce embrace, tearing at each others clothes, both of them out of their minds with lust.

The memories of his own behavior continued to amaze him. He had literally ripped Duo's shirt off, the sound of tearing cloth still plain in his ears. He remembered his surprise when Duo folded in the middle of a kiss (kiss? hell, he'd been halfway down his throat, growling like a wild animal), sinking to the grass, pulling Heero down on top of him. It hadn't occurred to him that Duo would submit to him. In any other situation, the aggressive Deathscythe pilot would be fighting for supremacy. He didn't know, even now, how he expected Duo to react. The whole damn thing was so unexpected... So surreal.

The next morning he wondered what the hell had come over him, and then Duo touched him... And it began all over again, only then he had been the one on the grass... He was the one with his butt in the air, begging for the searing fire...

As long as he kept distance between them, everything was fine. Let Duo touch him or smile at him in that sly lecherous way and the fire began to burn in him again and his resolve was gone.

He sighed heavily. The sex was fun, as much as he recognized the concept of "fun", and good stress relief; he readily admitted that. He didn't hate it or Duo; of course he didn't. It was just a distraction and an interruption of his work.

Duo felt his sigh, and stirred, squeezing his ribs.

"Are you awake, stud?" he murmured warmly in Heero's ear.

"Yes, and I have things to do," he returned quickly. He wriggled free of Duo's embrace to sit up.

"Heero...."

"No. You caught me last night. Duo, don't you ever just sleep?"

He moved over to wrap his arms around Heero's shoulders, kissing his cheek. "Huh! Look who's asking! I catnap; I don't need to sleep. Besides, you are the hottest, sexiest guy I've ever known. Why shouldn't I want you?" he asked reasonably.

"There are other things more important. And I need to get to them. Look, I'll see you later." He got off the bed and began to dress. No more showering here; much too tempting to Duo. He glanced at his partner and lover, sitting silently, his long hair loose, almost hiding his beautiful face. Something in his chest tightened. "Maybe dinner," he offered.

Duo nodded slightly. "Yeah, okay. Whatever you say, Heero."

"Look, it's great fun, but I have work to do. There's a time for everything." ::Why am I getting defensive?:: he wondered in irritation. ::I have no reason to feel guilty!::

He turned sharply heading for the door. Damn it!

He was reaching for the door, when Duo's arms came down around him, pinning him in an embrace.

"There's nothing so important right now that you can't make time for pleasure!" Duo laughed. "Gotcha!"

Heero ducked under his arms, twisting away. "I said no!" he snarled.

"Oi! You weren't this high-minded last night," Duo shot back, hurt, "when you were sitting on my cock!"

"If you weren't such an demanding, self-serving, over-sexed slut, you might get further!"

"Oh, that's cold!"

"And now it's on me, is it?! Forget dinner; I don't need that kind of company!" He slammed the door behind him.

Seething, Duo slapped his hand down on the table. "Why do I love you so much?!" he yelled in frustration. "Why in all of outer space are you the one I love.... You... jerk..."

~*~

The elevator door had barely closed when a figure slipped out of the shadows and approached Duo's door to knock lightly.

~*~

In the elevator, Heero shook his head trying to rid himself of the image of Duo, slender, graceful, deceptively fragile-seeming; violet eyes always sparkling with laughter, his sun-kissed auburn hair loose and flowing. Just the way Heero liked to see him. If only he wasn't such a demanding jerk....

He spun around, slamming his closed fist into the wall. Damn it! What that idiot could do to him! He punched the stop button, then Duo's floor.

~*~

In the suite they were sharing during this brief hiatus, Quatre and Trowa finished breakfast.

"I'll do the dishes," Trowa offered.

Quatre shook his head smiling. "It's my turn. You can do them tomorrow. Anything interesting in the news?"

"Not really. Just the usual." He turned the monitor off and went to give Quatre a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you," he murmured, "for last night. You're an angel."

Quatre blushed, giggling. "Really? I distinctly remember you calling me a blond devil!"

"Only when you do me that way," Trowa smiled, and his green eyes sparkled.

~*~

The knock surprised him; he didn't expect Heero to change his mind so soon. He flung open the door happily. "Heero! I knew you --"

The gun barrel pointed straight at him. In the instant it took for him to react, the gloved finger squeezed the trigger.

The bullet slammed into his chest, flinging him back with the force of impact, the muzzle flash the last thing he saw.

The figure stepped carefully around his still body to put the gun into his hand, closing his fingers around the grip, then darted out the door and back into the shadows.

TBC...

 

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