Author: Karen, The Huntress
Rating: R
Warning: language, lemon, ice cream abuse
Pairing: 1x2
Feedback: Always appreciated
Archive: DHML
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or its characters.
Ice Cream at Midnight
It was midnight at the safe house.
Something stirred Duo from his restive slumber. After a moment's investigation he discovered that "something" was the absence of snoring from the spot in bed where Heero was supposed to be. So, to solve the mystery of his AWOL partner recently converted to lover, the God of Death embarked on a reconnaissance mission.
Having exchanged his priestly black "uniform" for red and white plaid sleep trousers, a slate gray tee shirt with "Fox and Hound Pub" printed in emerald green across the front and utilizing stealthy bare feet, Duo zeroed in on the light at the end of the hall.
Launching a surprise attack into the kitchen he found Heero sitting at the table attired in a pale blue tee shirt and navy blue boxers.
"Whatcha doing?"
"I wanted a snack."
Duo paused to scrutinize a white ceramic bowl's mystery contents. "Ohhhh! I love ice cream," he declared, flopping down beside Heero, "especially chocolate."
"This is the last of the chocolate." Heero stated but, motivated by yearning eyes lingering lustfully on the frozen delicacy, he added. "But I'd be more than willing to share."
With that promise a hefty spoonful was offered to his eager partner.
Unashamedly Duo devoured the sweet treat. "Mmmmm." was purred in pure ecstasy.
Noting the simple pleasure derived from a mere spoonful of ice cream, Heero decided to also experience the instant gratification. He scooped out a plentiful amount, copied Duo's enthusiastic style then pulled the spoon through his puckered lips which produced a POP from the suction.
Mischievous grin in force, Duo leaned forward for a closer inspection. "I think you dribbled."
Without warning a dart of Duo's tongue confiscated any leftover ice cream clinging to Heero's mouth.
When that emboldened move didn't set off the Perfect Soldier's self-defense instincts, Duo dared to slip his hands over Heero's shoulders. "Want to play?" was whispered huskily.
Since the resulting sticky lip lock didn't permit the mumbling of an actual answer, Heero moaned.
After coming up for air, Duo tickled his tongue over Heero's bottom lip. Taking the not so subtle hint Heero opened his mouth and engaged that very talented tongue to taunt and tease and share the essence of chocolate ice cream.
"That was delicious." Duo declared when the bout of tag was finished, "Even better with an ice creamy aftertaste. More?" he inquired with a devilish wink.
As an equally naughty objective vied for Heero's attention, he smirked. Without warning he shoved his finger into the cold bowl and deposited a generous dollop of ice cream on the tip of Duo's nose.
Caught totally off guard by the unpredicted spontaneous flirtation, Deathscythe's pilot exclaimed. "HEERO!"
Not missing a beat Heero feigned an apology. "I'm sorry. How could I have missed your mouth? You don't think I'm slipping do you?"
Cupping his hand under Duo's chin, it was the Perfect Soldier's turn to flick out his tongue and expertly remove the sticky blob in a single swipe. "I believe my aim is still sure."
Now the only way Duo could interpret Heero's cheeky statements and playful actions was---A challenge!
Reading the unmistakable gleam in his lover's amethyst eyes, 01 immediately went on the defensive. Grabbing for the bowl he overextended his reach and nearly fell off the chair.
Duo wasted no time taking advantage of his partner's precarious position. With a skillful countermove 02 intercepted Heero's hand and used the forward momentum to pull him into a strong, unyielding embrace.
"Got ya!" he proclaimed before making an earnest effort to deliver the most passionate kiss possible.
The sensual kiss was right on target and easily produced the desired outcome as Heero surrendered without protest. Deepening the kiss Duo used the distraction to take further charge of "The Battle for the Ice Cream".
While Heero's fingers were otherwise occupied, as they'd became entangled in Duo's braid, the liberator of L2 slid his left hand up Heero's thigh to make certain the decoy maneuver kept his opponent's mind occupied and his bodily appetite on full alert.
Next, utilizing the practiced precision of his Gundam training, the street-smart American inched his right hand in calculated degrees towards the unguarded ice cream and in one smooth, fluid motion claimed the ultimate battle prize.
Finally, with a throaty growl of victory, Duo broke the kiss and, pilfered bowl in hand, made a nimble retreat under the table to leave his enamored lover breathless and, for a rare but fleeting moment, entirely disorientated.
Ensnared in the throes of unbridled carnality, Heero realized too late he'd been bested at his own wicked game and that the crafty distraction, brought to fruition by his lover's sneaky seduction, had been carried out with the greatest of ease and without any remorse.
But now, in light of Duo's blatant thievery, Heero found himself in an extraordinary state of confusion.
Surely Duo knew, even under the table, he was still well within attack range. Why go to all the trouble to set up a diversion, grab the goodies and not make a beeline for the kitchen door? Or was the peculiar conduct intended to drive Heero crazy trying to guess Shinigami's eccentric motives?
Suddenly Heero's wonderings went from inquisitive to surprise as something solid rose up between his legs and brushed against his cotton-clad manhood.
"DAMN!" Heero hissed as cold fingers snagging his waistband produced an involuntarily flinch.
A coaxing tug and, by means of a white-knuckled grip on the table for leverage, Heero lifted his hips so the boxers could glide over his slim hips and down his legs until they cleared his bare feet.
The touch of warmer fingers fondling his swiftly growing erection didn't give Heero time to think or respond before Duo's hot mouth engulfed his throbbing penis. Metering out a rhythm of repeated wet caresses from base to head and back again, Duo masterfully designed his torturous timing to transport his lover to a heightened state of pleasure.
A hoarse whimper preceded the onslaught of alternating cycles of gasping for air and winded panting that threatened hyperventilation. Besieged by wave after wave of torrid tingling, Heero closed his eyes and submitted into the all-consuming sensations.
On the brink of climax, he begged Duo to regulate his tormenting pace. "Please--going--to come and don't--want this to end."
Duo lips slithered down the engorged shaft. "You want me to stop?" came the muffled question from under the table.
"Just want you to slow down." Heero wheezed as sweat shimmered on his flushed face and glistened on his toned chest.
Heero could hear Duo shuffling beneath the table but couldn't see what he was doing. For long agonizing moments, while his quivering manhood pleaded for attention, he could only speculate as to what Duo might be planning.
This unknown factor was both intriguing and frightening.
"WHAT THE HELL!" Heero shouted when mostly melted ice cream drizzled down his entire length.
"Dammit what are you doing?" was growled through clenched teeth.
No reply.
"Duo?"
Wiggling to look between his shaky legs all Heero could see was tousled chestnut bangs.
"Doesn't that feel good?" Duo asked in a tone accented with sadistic amusement.
Heero took in a deep breath and waited until the cool moistness was warmed by his elevated body heat. "Yes it feels good but---" then shook his head when the unthinkable notion of food abuse crept into his mind.
Duo's bright expressive eyes peered up at his lover with a wanton gleam that spoke volumes about his passionate intentions, "I knew there was some other good use for ice cream." he stated just before the tip of his tongue licked its way around Heero's goo-drenched erection.
All Heero could do was hold onto the tabletop for dear life and enjoy the ride.
OWARI
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