Author: Karen, The Huntress
Pairings: 1x2
Warnings: Ficlet, Duo being naughty.
Archive: DHML Archive, Shades and Echoes.
Rating: PG-13
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or its characters.
Author's Note: Hello. Here is a ficlet that was inspired as I studied the candy section in the checkout line at Wal-Mart. It is short but ever so sweet. Please enjoy your reading. Take care. Hugs, Karen, The Huntress.
Subtle Seduction
Heero Yuy's POV
Duo Maxwell is cunning. Whether his crafty conduct just comes naturally or it's a contrived plan, Duo is very talented in the art of stealthy persuasion.
Case in point: Friday evening.
Duo and I were alone in the house rented jointly by the five ex-Gundam pilots. Quatre and Trowa had gone out to dinner and Wufei was working second shift at Preventer.
After an evening meal of reheated baked chicken and macaroni and cheese, Duo decided to take a shower (an evasive scheme to shirk dish duty) while I tidied up the kitchen.
Half an hour later I relocated to the La-Z-Boy rocker/recliner upholstered in faux suede described as hazel-Trowa insists the drab shade is puke green. Ten minutes of surfing through "reality" shows and info commercials, I finally opted to watch volcanoes on National Geographic's "Ring of Fire".
Fifteen minutes more.
Freshly showered Duo sauntered into the den. As a trained observer I noted the former God of Death wore skimpy threadbare denim shorts that exposed every inch of his long legs and accentuated his trim rear end.
A snug gray sleeveless tee shirt with "FEAR ME" printed in red Gothic lettering hugged Duo's firm chest and rippled over his flat abdomen. In addition the extra hours he'd utilized for weight training was abundantly evident in toned biceps.
Damp hair was braided loosely. Stray wisps of the cinnamon tresses feathered around high cheekbones while silky bangs veiled violet eyes in a most mysterious manner.
A grin flickered across Duo's lips as he sat down cross-legged on the sofa opposite my surveillance position. As if his tantalizing attire, teetering on the verge of indecency, wasn't a sufficient distraction he proceeded to relish a cherry lollipop in a wily stratagem designed for maximum provocation.
Still in tactical mode, he puckered then slowly pushed the sticky sphere between crimson-tinted lips. Fingers twirled the stick. Duo sucked and slurped and, I swear, he moaned.
Another bout of twirling. The shameless performance concluded when the delicious delicacy was extracted with a soft sensual pop. "Fuck." He smirked shrewdly then wiped sticky residue from his chin. "I dribbled."
Stealing secret glances at Duo's sexy candy consumption I inquired, "What in the hell are you eating?"
"Super Blow Pop."
(Damn why am I suddenly finding it difficult to ignore the word "blow"?)
An equally scarlet tongue slithered around the ruby globe. Duo asked huskily, "Want a taste?"
Despite of my best efforts to appear impassive, "Nooo." was stammered awkwardly.
Duo shrugged, bent his knees and drew up his legs so only a scant strip of cloth covered his crotch where there wasn't the slightly suggestion of underwear.
Meanwhile on the TV screen red hot molten lava spurted from a volcano's shaft and surged over in steamy rivulets.
Nat-Geo ran the ending credits. Duo leaned over to snatch the remote. That thin sliver of cloth stretched to the brink and threatened to breach the last shred of my control.
"Mine if I change the channel?"
To avoid further tongue-tied humiliation I nodded negatively.
As Duo pretended to watch Anderson Cooper on CNN, the blatant behavior resumed. Between his provocative outfit and the luscious licking I was bombarded by lustful temptation.
Yes, Duo Maxwell is exceedingly skilled in the artful game of subtle seduction.
"Sure you don't want a taste?"
I couldn't help but wiggle as my jeans tightened with uncomfortable pressure. *Dammit!* my logical mind augured with my illogical body, *I'm a point man. I do not follow."
Alas, this time, withdrawal was the most prudent alternative.
Determined not to admit defeat I stood up, nevertheless, the prominent swelling in the lower regions betrayed my acute stimulation. "Ah, I'm going to take a shower."
Duo made no attempt to avert his erotic ogling of my very visible display of sexual excitement. Like the Biblical serpent tempting Eve, the tip of his tongue flickered over candy sweetened lips. "Need help?"
I wanted to decline instead all I could manage was a whispered, "Yes."
*********
Duo's POV
Friday evening.
Alone in the house with Heero I decided to take advantage of the rare opportunity and devised a strategy for subtle seduction. Of course with any battle plan, no matter how comprehensive, unknown factors can trounce any hope of victory, like pissing Heero off by dodging the after-dinner dishes.
My scandalous outfit of tight frayed denim shorts-I'd gone commando underneath-and a snug sleeveless tee shirt had been selected for shock value, but would the blatant exhibition of sexuality backfire? Would the "no bullshit" Perfect Solider be repulsed by the shameless flaunting of my bodily assets?
What the hell. I've gone up against greater odds. I never should have survived my L2 gutter rat, hand-to-mouth subsistence and the probabilities of living through Operation Meteor had been next to nothing.
So I trusted my battle-honed instincts and my cocky self-assuredness and charged into the fray.
*********
Heero was lounging in the La-Z-Boy, watching some show on TV about volcanoes. I ambled in, hair slackly braided, hips swaying and violet eyes beckoning to come hither.
I will admit the lollipop was a postscript contingency plan. Fate smiled on me when I discovered the last cherry flavored sucker in the stockpile of sweets stashed in my bedroom.
But judging by the way Heero keeps stealing glances every time I slurp and slither my red-tinged tongue around the candy I must be doing something right.
After a few minutes he asks what I'm eating. I reply, "Super Blow Pop."
Must be doing something right because, I swear, Heero squirms like something in the nether regions just got a bit too snug.
Baiting the trap I ask sultrily. "Want a taste?"
Will wonders never cease, Heero Yuy just stammered, "Nooo."
The volcano show ends. I seize the remote. "Mine if I change the channel?" then key in CNN.
Sitting, legs parted with bare balls scarcely covered by thin fabric stretched across my crotch might just be one of those rare predictable factors in my favor.
Victory might indeed be within my reach.
"I'm going to take a shower." Heero declares with more than a hint of pent-up tension as he tries in vain to hide the tattletale bulge in his jeans.
"Need help?"
*What's wrong Heero? Tongue-tied?* my minds asks the rhetorical question but his body is already signaling surrender as he whispers, "Yes."
*********
Before Heero has time to recover his wits or initiate a hasty retreat I slide my arms over his strong shoulders, centered my body to kindle enough friction for acute arousal and seal the shower deal with a cherry-flavored kiss.
"Mmmmm." he moans as my sugary tongue slips inside his mouth to share the fruity taste.
Breaking the lip lock, I lean back to gaze into Heero's extraordinary blue eyes before grabbing his hand and guiding him to the bathroom.
He locks the door and gathers towels. I regulate the water flow and temperature. White mist plumes behind the shower curtain but steam isn't the only thing rising as Heero strips to free his engorged manhood from the jean's constrictive confines.
My turn and, as 01 has already figured out, I'm not wearing underwear. One step I figured I'd skip tonight.
I love how warm water beads on Heero's golden skin, tracks down his muscular chest and flat stomach and drips from genitals that rival Michelangelo's well-endowed statue of David.
I've bathed once tonight but would gladly risk becoming waterlogged for the pleasure of sharing sandalwood scented shower gel with Heero as soapy hands explore every inch of lovers engaged in frothy foreplay.
Heero inserts one slick finger then two then three to stretch my anal muscle ring. Hands braced on the sweaty tiles, I present myself for the taking. The point man nudges his erection against my prepared opening and I push back to meet the insistence prodding.
Back arching for better leverage, I beg, "Please. Now."
My own manhood throbs in anticipation as he gently pushes in, pauses to let me adjust then continues until he's completely sheathed in my tight heat. There is no preamble, no breathy words whispered or promises made. He pulls partly out then shoves in hard and fast.
Heero emits a deep guttural growl and stiffens. Now an almost frantic rhythm is set, an anxious hammering intended to rapidly bring both of us to a thunderous climax.
As each centered thrust hits the precise spot that causes fireworks to explode behind my eyes, Heero reaches between my legs, tunnels his hand around my weeping penis and pumps.
Breathing ragged and knees weak and unable to form rational thoughts I implore heaven and curse hell. I don't want this rapture to end. I want to become forever lost in the mutual pleasure shared unashamedly by two men in love.
Heero slows the pace, holding back as best as he can, but his hand is pushing me to the brink. I plead for release and he doesn't deny the urgent request.
"Hold on lover." he hisses close to my ear.
There's no time for gentle persuasion as I feel a tingle gather in my groin. One stroke from base to tip. One more stroke down again. I shudder and spurt creamy seed in a forceful, mind blowing ejaculation.
Heero's hand drops away. He straightens his back, grits his teeth and joins me in pure orgasmic ecstasy.
Heero and I can barely stand but he's trying not to lean too heavily on me. His winded breaths are hot against my neck and my saturated braid is plastered to my back.
Reluctantly he pulls out and steps back enough to allow me to turn around. Resting one hand on the wall above my shoulder, Heero's desire-glazed eyes show but a hint of cobalt blue. "Thank you Duo Maxwell. Thank you for loving me."
I smile at the grateful declaration, "Thank you Heero Yuy for letting me love you." I respond humbly then capture his lips for one lingering aftertaste of cherry.
OWARI
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