Author: Gypsie1201
Pairings: 1x2
Warnings: Humor, IT-ness, Lime, Preventer-ness
Rating: NC-17
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.
Summary: Duo has a little fun with the Preventer's IT staff and gets more than he bargained for.
Written for hellfire_angel's request: GW, Heero/Duo, "You'd think it wouldn't be so hard after a time like that."
Spyware
"You'd think it wouldn't be so hard after a time like that."
Heero's head snapped up from the report he was working on at hearing those words softly spoken by his partner. Currently, Duo was sitting at his desk directly across from the dark-haired man, working on his own report for the mission the two of them had just returned from and for a moment, Heero thought maybe he was having a tough time getting everything down right. However, that idea quickly flew from his mind the minute that gamine face light up with unconcealed glee.
"Duo." he started carefully. That look, one that he was well accustomed to, meant nothing but trouble for someone and he could not help but hope it was not him. "What are you doing?"
"I'm writing." the longhaired man offered distractedly. He did not even lift his eyes from the screen of his computer as his fingers continued to move quickly over the keys.
"Your report?" Heero had to ask, even though he knew it was in vain.
"I finished it already." Duo answered, once again not paying much attention to the conversation.
Overcome with curiosity that he knew would probably only cause him more trouble than he wanted, Heero pushed back from his own desk before standing and starting across the room. The fact that Duo still did not acknowledge his actions should have brought pause to the man's movement, but by then, he absolutely had to know what Duo was doing.
Passing around the end of the desks and coming to stand at the braided man's side, Heero finally found himself able to see the screen and for one moment, he had to close his eyes. He was absolutely sure that what he saw was not what was actually there. The evil laughter that came from his partner's throat in the next moment though, left little doubt in his mind.
"What the hell are you writing?" he breathed, his eyes snapping open as he leaned over the back of Duo's chair.
"Just updating my journal." the violet-eyed man answered with such glee in his voice, Heero was sure it was more than that.
"Duo... that's..." Heero stammered as he allowed himself to read over the words once again, just to be sure.
"Yeah, I know." Duo laughed once again, his fingers flying over the keys as more and more words filled the screen. "I thought Becker needed a little entertainment."
With those words, Heero finally realized what was going on. "I thought you said you weren't going to tease him anymore." he accused, his eyes never leaving the screen. Even though he would have preferred not to share their personal lives so openly, he could not help his body's reaction to what he was reading.
"I'm not teasing him." Duo said in his defense. "I'm just writing this down. It's not my fault if he sees it because he's watching my computer."
With a shake of his head at the other man's explanation, Heero allowed himself to lean more comfortable against the back of Duo's chair.
"So, what do you think, 'Ro?" Duo asked, the words continuing to appear on the screen. "Am I catching the mood right?"
'Oh yeah.' Heero thought but he did not answer, just continued to read. Risking a quick look up from the screen, Duo almost found himself cackling evilly once again at the look on the dark-haired man's face. It was a look he was very familiar with and one that was the basis for the beginning of the journal entry he was currently typing out.
Clearing his throat as a lecherous smile crossed his lips, he read out loud, "I bent over the back of the couch as far as I could as Heero continued to thrust into me. His hard dick, slamming against my prostate with nearly every in stroke, while the head scraped roughly against my passage with the out stroke. Already I could feel my balls drawing up in preparation for my third orgasm of the night and I had to wonder if he'd come with me this time, or would I find myself in yet another position with him pounding me--"
The rest of what he would have read was cut off when Heero suddenly gripped the back of his chair and spun him around, yanking him up and slamming him into the wall behind the desk. Then, before he could catch his breath to protest the rough treatment, the man's lips sealed over his own in a harsh kiss while Heero ground their hips together, the evidence of his arousal felt plainly through Duo's trousers.
"Heero," Duo moaned once his mouth had been released as Heero moved to suck at his neck. "the cameras--"
"Fuck the cameras." Heero mumbled before returning to the hickey he was working on. Once it was dark enough, he pulled back before turning them once again and backing Duo up against his desk. "If they don't want to watch, they can turn the monitors off." Then grasping the longhaired man by the hips, he lifted him up and sat him on the desk before pushing his knees apart and settling between them.
"I though you said we couldn't do this anymore." Duo breathed as he leaned backwards to give the blue-eyed man room to work on unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers. He helpfully raised his hips when Heero tugged on the now released pants, allowing them and his boxers to be pulled from his hips. "Not after Pam had to be rushed to the hospital with that nose bleed."
Instead of answering, Heero merely grunted as he hooked his hands under Duo's knees and pulled them up and out. With a wide grin, Duo allowed himself to settle back on the desk as he watched Heero dig out the tube of lube he always kept in the top drawer before pulling his own trousers open. In the back of his mind, he felt a bit bad for leaving the journal entry hanging, but he knew once they were done, he would have even more to share.
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In his office located in the basement of the six story Preventer's building, Charles Becker sat staring at his computer screen. He was leaning way back in his chair with his mouse close in one hand while the other was shoved firmly down the front of his pants, moving in a leisurely yet steady pace. When the words on the screen had stopped a few minutes ago, he had thought that perhaps Maxwell had been interrupted briefly by someone coming into his office. But when the writing did not start back up immediately, he moved back to the top of the section and began rereading the entry as he waited for more to be added.
Just as he reached the cut off spot for the second time, feeling his frustration increase when he realized no more had been added, he heard a gasping "Oh my god," coming from the office next door to his just before a loud bang signaled that Pam Tucker, the video surveillance technician, had once again passed out from a nose bleed. With a sigh, Charles realized why the writing had been cut off so quickly and the IT technician slowly removed his hand from his pants. But he would not allow himself to be angry for the interruption. He knew that whatever was happening in that office on the sixth floor would soon be the subject of yet another journal entry and he could wait for it.
OWARI
Notes: Ok, this isn't the fic I'd originally planned to write for this request. The original fic is turning out to be quite sappy and sweet and I will be finishing it, hopefully soon. This one though is a direct response to happenings at my office. For those who don't know, I live and work in West Virginia; very rural, very backwaterish, very homophobic West Virginia. I found out this week that our IT department has been searching through private thumb drives when we have them plugged into our computers. Well, my thumb drive has all my fics on it, both those in progress and those finished. I was told that they were quite... shocked by the content when they read it and since it was "One and Only" they read, I have to wonder about how long they were browsing my drive. Of course they can never say anything directly to me about it because then they would have to admit that they're spying on us, something that they're always very careful to deny. And while I won't go as far as Duo's done in this fic, I still continue to use my thumb drive at work and write non-lemon fics during my lunchtime; I just smile and wish them happy reading as I'm doing so.
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