Author: Ashkara
Archive: At the Vault. Anywhere else, please ask first!!
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: 5x2, anyone?
Warnings: Sex, sex, sex, people!
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belong to some insanely rich Japanese people, not me, much is the pity. No money made, so please don't sue, okay?
Author Notes: What happens when a sexually-frustrated soldier suddenly meets his best nightmare?
Series Note: Guest authors welcome to submit a GWOTT. Drop me a line if you're interested! Oh, and these will be in no particular order, nor are they related. Just a series of weird moments in the characters' lives. Enjoy!
Gundam Wing Out-Takes Theatre Part 3
Be Careful What You Wish For
Chang Wufei, fearless pilot of the Gundam Nataku, eyed the Peacemillion with trepidation as his shuttle made its final approach. According to Heero, all the other pilots were there.
He was about to meet Him again.
Wufei fought to hide his discomfort under a mask of indifference. He hadn't seen the pilot of Gundam Deathscythe since their mutual incarceration at the OZ Moon Base, but he'd thought of him often. Oh yeah, he'd thought about him...
Dreamed about him. Fantasised about him. Hell, he'd even taken to scanning the news reports for a fleeting glimpse of the elusive, blue-eyed young man.
Wufei knew it wasn't a good idea to form attachments, not in their line of business, but he'd lost that battle before he even knew it was being fought. Sitting in that horrid cell, the air slowly running out, he'd been taken by the American's strength of spirit. The boy had flat out refused to give in, to stop talking, to stop hoping. He had to admire such single-minded determination, such perseverance, such...
Such nice, tight pants over a tight, little butt. A long braid of hair, the end of which brushed against said butt every time the guy moved. A bright smile, regardless of the bleak circumstances.
Wufei has wished to see him again, this time under better conditions, maybe get to know him a little. Well, he reflected, ignoring the butterflies in his stomach, he was about to have that wish granted!
He only half paid attention as Heero led him out. He quickly looked around; he saw everyone but the one person he truly wanted to see. Wufei scowled deeply.
"Hi, Wufei! I'm Quatre Winner, and this is..."
"I know who you are," Wufei grumbled, cutting the pleasant-looking blond off before he could truly get going. "Where can I stow my gear?"
The blond gulped slightly, but gamely continued, "Trowa can show you - I'm sorry, but I have to get back to the bridge. Howard is..."
"Fine." Without a word, Wufei spun on his heel, sparing Trowa a grunt of acknowledgement and a nod before he followed him down the hallway.
Just as the doors slid closed behind him, Wufei heard Noin, the female pilot of the shuttle (who he could not believe had been willing to speak with him civilly!), sigh heavily. "Don't mind him. He hasn't managed to get the pipe out of his ass yet."
He simply shook his head.
~*~
Duo Maxwell wasn't anywhere to be found.
Wufei bit off a growl as he left the kitchens and absently wandered back towards the pilots' living quarters. Maybe it was a sign, and he should just avoid the guy, altogether. Then again...
In his mind, he could just see one of his fantasies playing out - he had Duo's braid clutched tightly in his hands as he drove into a hot, willing body...
No, he wasn't going to give up, dammit! Even if...
Even if it was a supremely bad idea. He had self control, and he was at least reasonably certain he'd be able to manage-
His brain went completely blank as he rounded the corner and slid to a halt.
Duo dressed in his black priest's shirt and jodhpurs was sexy enough. But Duo in an armoured flight suit...
The cut of the suit emphasised the young man's broadening shoulders and small, tight waist, firmly outlining a toned body, sculpted frame, tight, succulent rear end...
And a terribly ungraceful stride? Now that was off. Since when did Duo limp? Even when he'd been beaten to a pulp...
He stepped forward, forgetting his hormones for the moment. "Maxwell. You're injured."
The pilot turned to face him; Duo's face was drawn and pale, his eyes unnaturally bright in his face. Wufei stopped short. "Maxwell..."
"Hi, Chang," the boy replied, somehow pulling a smile out and plastering it onto his face. "Long time no see, buddy. Glad you're in one piece."
"Hn, likewise," Wufei grunted out, stepping closer and tentatively reaching out to clutch the boy's arm. "What happened?"
Duo groaned, but allowed Wufei to pull him down the hallway. "It's nothing - a panel came loose in our last battle and hit me in the knee. Nothing a bit of rest and an aspirin won't fix. When did you get here?"
"About two hours ago," Wufei replied, wrapping an arm around the other boy's waist to help him along. "You were out?"
Duo laughed, and Wufei choked on a groan. The sound only served to re-awaken his hormones.
With a vengeance!
Duo responded, "Yeah - they were finishing the retrofit on Sandrock, and someone had to distract the dollies. I really hate those fucking things."
"You and me both," Wufei managed to get out, not trusting his voice if he said anymore. Dear Ancestors! The boy really was all muscle under that flight suit...
Duo steered them to his quarters, and spared his comrade a grin as he keyed the entrance code. "Thanks for the help. I'm gonna sack out for a while, I think."
"Hn." Wufei turned to leave.
"Chang?"
He turned back and lifted an eyebrow.
Duo smiled, and Wufei was suddenly extremely glad he was wearing such loose clothing - how on Earth did the guy do that to him!? "I'm glad you got here, Wufei." He limped into his room, and the door slid shut behind him.
Wufei just stared at it for a full minute. "I'm doomed."
~*~
He was back in front of that door four hours later.
Night shift was beginning on the massive spaceship; Wufei still found it amusing that the corridor lights were dimmed to suggest some kind of normal Earth cycle, out in the black emptiness of space. All the others had been gathered in the galley for dinner, all except for Duo, that was.
And so there he was, debating whether to knock or not.
He rolled his eyes angrily. Wufei hated feeling indecisive or unsure of himself, and Duo made him feel both. He doubted the young man had a clue about it, either.
Shaking his head, he knocked.
After a short pause, the door slid open. He looked inside - Duo was just sitting up on his bed, rubbing fatigue from his eyes in a disgustingly cute manner. His eyes slid downwards-
The other pilot was shirtless, dressed in a simple pair of sweatpants, his feet bare. He looked delightfully mussed and kissable...
Wufei ruthlessly smacked down on his hormones. "Maxwell. It's going on night shift. We were concerned when you did not come for dinner."
Blue eyes twinkled as Duo smiled. "Yeah - sorry about that. I guess I really needed a nap, huh?" He stood and stretched. "This war shit really takes a lot out of you." He yawned widely as he turned to find a t-shirt and slip it on. "Are you settled in yet? What do you think of Howard's facilities?"
The Chinese pilot looked around curiously as he listened. Duo's quarters were much neater than he'd expected, everything properly stowed away, except for a surprising array of weapons on the table next to the only chair. Duo had obviously taken the time to clean his sidearm before he fell asleep...
"Chang?"
He blinked hard and turned. Duo was watching him with a concerned gleam in his eyes as he finished buttoning his jeans. "You okay? You spaced out on me a minute."
Wufei nodded and desperately tried to remember what Duo had been saying. "My room is three doors down from here. The hangar and repair facilities are... more than adequate."
At another low laugh, Wufei turned away, unable to hide a blush. That voice sounded like it could promise so many things...
Duo continued easily, "He's done fantastic things with our suits - I swear, he has the dress sense of a dung beetle, but the mind of a genius."
Wufei turned back around to continue the conversation, and felt all the air leave his lungs in a whoosh. Duo had undone the braid and was pulling a brush through his hair, wincing every now and then as he hit a snag. The Chinese pilot's eyes went wide in shock. He'd never seen anything like it before, so lovely and flowing, so alive with colour. It was longer unbound, brushing Duo's thighs in soft wisps.
Wufei found himself moving forward blindly, his movements completely beyond conscious control as he reached Duo's side and simply reached.
"Wha - Wu... Wufei?!" Duo sputtered, dropping the brush in surprise as Wufei lifted one long tress to his face and inhaled the scent of it, eyes closed, face set in ecstasy, as though tasting rich chocolate. "What the... oh, God..."
Wufei backed Duo up to the wall as he swept in and kissed the boy, skipping any pleasantries or shy first steps. He felt Duo's lips part beneath his own as the boy tried to speak, and he ruthlessly exploited it, slipping his tongue into the other boy's mouth and tasting every surface.
Duo was trembling as they drew apart, and Wufei was unsurprised when the other boy tried to push him back with shaking hands. "Wufei... this really isn't a good idea... Wu..." He gasped as Wufei's hands flexed over his chest.
Wufei smirked. Duo seemed to prefer wearing tight, straight cut jeans, and said jeans hid nothing - unless his eyes were much mistaken, Duo was as turned on by their kiss as he was.
Staring into wide blue eyes, Wufei slowly let his hand trail down onto Duo's stomach. "Of course it's not a good idea. Do you care?" Teasingly, he slid his hand further down, avoiding the touch Duo wanted most and rubbing instead at his upper thigh.
"We could both be dead tomorrow..."
Wufei leaned closer, still staring into Duo's eyes. "You don't want to die a virgin, do you?"
Duo's blush was adorable. "Is it that obvious?! Jesus, Wufei..." Any other words were cut short as Wufei's lips closed over his again.
Wufei's brain went into permanent short circuit as he felt Duo's arms come up and around him, Duo's tongue slowly dancing along his, caressing, teasing.
How did he know that Duo'd be a tease as a lover, as he was at everything else?
Wufei pulled Duo closer, one hand tangled in his hair while the other strayed down along his back to grab a firm hold of the boy's incredible butt. Duo's moan at the touch was like a rush of fire in his brain. Both hands gravitated down to that butt as he ground their bodies together hungrily, his mouth slipping to Duo's throat, nipping gently.
"Wufei..."
The sound of Duo's voice cut through the fog of hormones. This really was a bad idea, as much as he'd been wishing for it. Duo was right - they could be in deadly combat in only a few hours' time, and to be distracted from their purpose would be unforgivable...
Another sultry laugh. "And here I thought I didn't stand a chance. God, Wufei, we can't..."
Duo fancied him, in return? Bad ideas suddenly didn't seem to matter as much as getting the blue-eyed siren he'd been wishing for, for months.
"Why not, Duo?" He rubbed their bodies together again, eliciting a groan of approval from his would-be lover.
"But..." Wufei was surprised as Duo caught his face in his hands, staring into his eyes with a serious look. "Why, me, Wufei? What do you possibly see in..."
Wufei barked a short laugh. "What do I see in you? Ancestors, Maxwell, I've only been thinking about you since the Moon Base, and seeing you now..." He groaned and ghosted his hands up Duo's well cut back to stroke over his shoulder blades and along his spine. "We've given so much to this war. Don't we deserve something in return?"
"Wufei," Duo breathed huskily.
He was surprised as Duo pulled him forward and kissed him hard, pushing the Chinese pilot backwards until his legs met the edge of Duo's bed. He fell backwards, pulling the other pilot with him and immediately pulling Duo's white t-shirt from its tuck, anything to touch bare skin. Wufei groaned - Duo was straddled over him, grinding against him like some sort of possessed creature.
He flipped them over and pulled back from Duo just long enough to yank off the boy's t-shirt. Duo had a tattoo peeking over the waistband of his jeans. Wufei was struck by the need to see if the skin there would taste any different from the rest of him, and began kissing his way lower as he tore open Duo's fly and jerked the pants down. He heard fabric tearing somewhere - he wasn't sure if it was his clothing or Duo's, nor did he care. Biting down on the boy's nipple ever so gently, he raked his fingertips up over toned abs and a powerful chest, then down again. Duo was moaning incoherently as he finally kissed his way down to the small tattoo - a midnight blue raven with gleaming red eyes, clutching a gleaming scythe in its claws, wings spread wide as though in flight. He ran his tongue teasingly over the mark. Looking up and meeting half-glazed blue eyes, he kissed the spot lingeringly, then slithered up Duo's body to claim his lips again.
Wufei groaned - Duo's hands were pushing aside his clothing - he felt Duo's fingers curling around his erection, stroking him, teasing him...
"Tell me stop, Maxwell," he groaned, his hand curling around Duo in turn, while his other hand spread the boy's sinfully long legs wide. "Tell me, or I swear I'll fuck you until you can't see straight."
"Don't make promises you don't intend to keep, Fei," Duo replied, his voice husky, entrancing-
Wufei could not more ignore the lust in that voice than he could fly unaided.
"Do you have... anything we can use?" Wufei was finding it hard to think, hard to breathe, especially as Duo licked a line along his throat, finally sucking as a spot near his left ear that made his eyes roll up into his head. "Duo..."
"S'not like I was expecting this to happen, Wufei," the boy rasped, arching into the teasing hand hungrily. "M'sorry... maybe we could..."
"No, don't be." Wufei managed to slow down, managed to release Duo for long enough to cradle his face, staring into bottomless blue eyes for a long moment before kissing the boy. He pulled back, his whole body aching. "I'm not going to hurt you, not... I don't want it to be like this."
Duo was trembling in his arms, shaking with need. "Please, Wufei..."
"God, Duo..."
Reaching down, Wufei wrapped his hand around Duo's cock again and stroked, but also grabbed Duo's hand, encircling it with one of his own, and finally lining their two cocks up against one another, stroking both at the same time. He devoured Duo's lips, swallowing the boy's cries.
He could feel Duo spasming in his hand, taste his scream as the boy came hard. He felt Duo's legs - those sinfully long, sexy legs, wrapping around him-
Wufei's vision flared white as he came, head spinning with dizziness as fire seared his senses and one word reverberated through his mind - Duo.
He didn't know how long it was before he realised that he was shivering.
Wufei blinked. He was - he was in a room he didn't recognise, and he felt wonderfully relaxed.
He buried his face in something soft and incredibly delicious smelling - gunpowder, cinnamon, musk, and Duo...
Duo?!
He pulled back, eyes widening as he realised that he was indeed lying on top of Duo Maxwell - a gloriously naked Duo, who was watching him with an incredibly open, vulnerable look in his eyes. "Wufei?"
Smiling down at his lover, Wufei leaned in for a kiss, savouring the way Duo responded to his touch. As he pulled back, he grinned - Duo was blushing again.
The other boy reached up and brushed a strand of Wufei's hair back from his cheek. "That was..."
Wufei smirked - Duo really had no idea what he was in for, did he? "That was just the beginning, Duo. There is so much more I want to do to you..."
He felt the boy shiver at the wanton, wicked tone of his voice, and he leaned down for another kiss, groaning as Duo responded hungrily.
"Duo? Hey, Duo, are you awake? Have you seen Wufei?"
Both boys groaned as they heard Quatre just outside the door. Wufei leaned their foreheads together. "Damn - we'll have to continue this later. My room."
He stood and grimaced at the state of his clothes.
Duo smiled gently as he retrieved a clean set of clothes from his duffel bag and handed them over, then turned to the doorway. "I was just getting up, Cat. Did you expect Wufei to be here?"
"No, just checking," Quatre replied. "Join us for dinner?"
"Sure. See you in five," Duo called back.
They both listened as Quatre walked away.
Wiggling a little to get comfortable in a pair of Duo's tight jeans - Wranglers, he noted - Wufei turned back to the boy in question to find him staring down at the floor, his brush loosely clutched in one fist. He stepped closer and tipped Duo's chin up so he could look into his eyes. "Maxwell... Duo. I probably should have... Ah, fuck it. This isn't just... lust. I mean, I've wanted to have you for... a while, but it isn't just... I don't want to feel alone anymore, and I don't think you do, either. Am I right?"
The American nodded. "I just never thought in a million years that you'd go for it. And I feel like such an idiot novice..." The boy blushed enticingly.
Wufei felt his lips curling into a dangerous smirk. "I don't mind training a novice, Duo. In fact, I think we'll both find it very... pleasurable." Duo turned even redder at the remark.
Wufei laughed and kissed his new lover lingeringly. Once the self-assured gleam was back in those gorgeous, round blue eyes, he held out his hand. "Now give me that brush and turn around." Duo complied, and Wufei set to the task of untangling the other teen's waterfall of hair.
Duo's quiet voice broke the silence again. "We're breaking the rules, Wufei, but... I've wanted this, too. I wished for it, as well."
As Wufei divided Duo's hair into three parts to begin braiding it, he drew a long lock aside and kissed the boy's neck. "Be careful what you wish for. It might be given to you."
Both boys smiled.
OWARI
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