Author: Gypsie1201

Pairings: 1x2

Warnings: Gettogether-ness, Humor, Language, Mission-ness

Rating: R

Archive: Debs-Dragon - GW Diaries, Akira_1x2

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters, nor will I make any money from the creation of this story.

Feedback: All is welcome and very much appreciated.

Written for shevaleon's birthday. I know it's already the 14th where you are, sweetie, and I hope you have a wonderful day.

Summary: One devious plan, two unsuspecting victims, and five strategically placed stickers.

Pasties

"There ain't no fucking way!"

Inside Commander Une's office, Heero Yuy could not help but cringe at the sound of his partner's voice coming from the attached bathroom. Duo Maxwell had disappeared behind the door nearly fifteen minutes prior in order to change into the disguise they would be using for their next mission. And the dark-haired man had to wonder what exactly had Duo so angry.

Luckily, he did not have to wait too long to find out. Only a few seconds following the exclamation that had him cringing at the volume and the Commander grinning devilishly, the door swung open and his longhaired partner stalked out wearing a short, black silk robe. Heero found himself blinking in confusion for a moment as he allowed himself to surreptitiously watch Duo move across the room. This was the first time he had ever seen the other man in so little clothing and if truth be told, he wanted nothing more than to pull the thin fabric from that lithe form so he could see more of him. But he managed to hold himself back, although it was very difficult especially when the man passed in front of him and the robe chose that moment to fall open a bit more around his legs, giving Heero an unobstructed view of the inside of Duo's thigh reaching all the way up to the point where it joined his torso. If the blue-eyed man's pants had felt tight before, they were nearly constricting at that point.

"What seems to be the problem, Agent?" Commander Une asked once the man made his way over to stop in front of her desk. Since she already knew exactly what had the violet-eyed man so upset, she was finding it harder and harder to keep a straight face. 'And speaking of hard,' she thought, throwing a glance toward Heero, who was trying to not so obviously straighten his erection inside his slacks.

"You know damn well what the problem is." Duo huffed as he crossed his arms over his chest. Behind him, a chocked cough had him turning to glare balefully at his partner. But his look quickly turned to confusion and mild concern when he saw how red Heero's face had become. "You alright there, 'Ro?"

"Ye... yeah." the dark-haired man stammered, keeping his eyes firmly on the wall behind his partner's shoulder. When Duo had raised his arms to cross them over his chest, the robe had risen up in the back, giving the man the striking view of the bottom of the longhaired man's ass. His very firm, very round, and very bare ass. "I'm fine." Heero said, although the blush still kept his cheeks burning brightly.

"Uh, okay." Duo said, giving his head a shake before turning back to his commander. "There's no way I'm wearing this."

"It's the standard uniform for the club, Duo. If you want to fit in for the mission, you don't have a choice."

"Then let Heero wear it. I'll do the monitoring." the braided agent argued.

Shaking her head at the suggestion, Commander Une eased backward in her chair and crossed her legs, trying her best to put on an air of confidence and command to try and stem his protests. "That would not be possible. Heero doesn't fit the target for our killer; you do."

"But--"

"No buts, Agent." the Commander snapped, sitting forward suddenly and causing Duo to take an involuntary step back. "You agreed to this mission as is and we prepared the proper disguise in response. Now, remove the robe so I can assess if it fits correctly."

The look of pure panic in those large violet eyes was almost more than the woman could take. Biting the inside of her cheek to stop the laughter from bubbling out, she continued to stare at him expectantly as instead, he tried to pull the robe even closer around his form.

"Um, maybe it would be best if I keep that until I get to the club." Duo stammered and took another step backwards. Only he had forgotten just how close he was standing to where Heero was sitting and with flailing limbs he found himself sitting in his dark-haired partner's lap in the next second. "Heero!" he squawked and scrambled to pull himself from the man's lap. Once he was back on his feet, he whirled around and gave the man a look of pure terror. "Oh god, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to--"

"It's alright, Duo." Heero said, his blush, which he had managed to suppress during the other man's conversation with Une, returning with a vengeance not only from the fact of having his beautiful partner squarely in his lap, but also because Duo had managed to grope him quite firmly as he had tried to stand back up. "I'm fine."

"I really didn't mean--"

"Agent Maxwell!" Une's voice cut through Duo's continued attempts to pacify his partner, causing the man to whirl back around to face the woman, which in turn drew another chocked cough from Heero when the robe opened up even further and treated him to even more creamy skin. "I've nearly reached the end of my patience here. There are other agents with other missions that I need to attend to so please, remove the robe so we can all get about our work."

Swallowing sharply, the chestnut-haired man knew he had no choice in the manner any longer and with trembling hands, he reached for the belt that held the robe closed. At the very last moment though, he half turned and shot his partner an embarrassed look before turning back to Une. "Um, maybe Heero should--"

"Now, Agent!"

With his cheeks flushed bright red, Duo finished pulling the knot from the belt, releasing it before moving to allow the fabric to slide from his shoulders and to the floor.

This time when Heero chocked, it sounded much more like a wounded animal and he shot up out of the chair, nearly knocking it backwards in the process. From the back, Duo appeared to be completely naked except for his long braid of chestnut hair and Heero simply could not stop himself from walking around so he could see what the front looked like. Once he was there though, what little blood that was still flowing to his brain took a direct path south at what he found.

"What... what are..." he stammered out through his dry mouth as he eyes continued to greedily take in every inch of Duo.

"They're um... pasties." the man answered, his voice sounding so small and vulnerable that Heero found himself taking a step toward him. Behind the desk, Commander Une found herself blinking in surprise at the fact that her young agent would even know what the items where. But she did have to agree that they looked good on him, even though they left very little to the imagination.

There were five of them in total; the two covering his nipples were deep violet in color, beaded with sequence and edged in wide, white lace with a white tassel, nearly three inches long, attached to the center of each. There were two more located to either side of his navel, these in the shape of butterflies and once again they were deep violet. Finally, the last one had Une blushing herself as she tried to determine just how he had managed to get it to cover himself so well. It was in the shape of a fan, with feathers coming up from his groin and spreading across his lower stomach much like a peacock's tail, only this one was pure white.

For the longest moment, the only sound in the room was the whoosh of the air through the venting system as the two Preventers, Commander and Agent, continued to stare in awe at their coworker. Then, with a shift of his foot as he prepared to make his escape back to the bathroom, Duo broke them from their trance and in the next instant he found himself grabbed harshly by two incredibly strong and incredibly familiar arms.

"Heero?" he breathed, tilting his head back enough so he could look into his partner's darkened eyes.

"Do you have any idea of what you do to me?" the man growled even as his arms tightened even further when it appeared that the braided man would try to get away.

Shaking his head in answer, Duo continued to stare at Heero, his eyes wide with confusion and just a hint of fear. The blue-eyed man took that as the only answer he needed as he firmly laced one hand in the hair at the base of Duo's braid before sealing their lips together in a hard kiss.

This was when Commander Une decided it was time for her to make her escape as she quietly stood from her desk and slipped from the office, pulling the door firmly closed behind her. Waiting for her on the other side, was a very innocent looking blonde, who gave her an expectant look.

"The mission was a success." she told him with a smug smile and Quatre Winner's own smile could have lit the building all by itself.

"Thank god." he exclaimed. "I was beginning to wonder what I was going to have to do to get them together.

"Heero just needed a little push." the woman stated before throwing a look back at the closed doors.

"I still wish I could've seen Duo with those things." Quatre sighed and Une could not help but smile.

"Oh, I think that can be arranged." she smirked as she tapped her hip, pulling an equally evil smile from the normally angelic looking blonde.

"You had the office cameras going didn't you?" he asked.

"They're still going." she answered off handedly before turning and starting down the hall. "Now, why don't we go see just how well our 'mission' is progressing?"

Laughing loudly as he turned to follow her down the hall, Quatre could not help but appreciate her devious side and he made a mental note to send her a bouquet of flower the next day. After all, he could not have pulled it off without her.

OWARI

Visual Aids (not worksafe due to naked women-visit at your own risk *grin*):
www.twirlygirl.net
www.pastease.com
www.trulyfallen.com

 

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