Author: Merula
Pairings: 1x2
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi, AU, lemonish....
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine.
Tamed
Heero stopped at the door of the saloon. There was someone very familiar at the bar.
Maxwell, the bounty hunter, his back to Heero, was chatting with some lovely young thing. For a moment, Heero felt a surge of jealousy and wondered at himself. Why the hell would he be jealous just because Maxwell chose to spend his time with some girl?
Better the girl than Heero after all, right? He shivered as he remembered the last time the hunter had caught him...
Heero stepped back, away from the doorway and into the shadows. He should go, get on his horse and get the hell out of town. The last thing he needed was Maxwell finding out he was here; it wasn't like there was a job in the area, nothing for them to be competing over...
So why was he lingering?
He didn't want to be caught.
Did he?
But if Maxwell was in this saloon... chances were that he was staying in the hotel next door... and if he was- easy enough to find out what room he was staying in...
Heero shook his head. He wasn't seriously considering getting a little payback... was he?
Then again... it had been a while- and it wasn't like the other didn't deserve some payback- especially after last time...
Or so he told himself, ignoring the other things that popped up in his mind at the thought of turning the tables on Maxwell.
He turned and went into the hotel. It wouldn't hurt to ask a few questions of that oh so helpful clerk...
~*~
Heero let himself into the room, making sure to lock the door behind him. Blinking, Heero let his eyes become adjusted to the semi-darkness. Maxwell hadn't left a lamp burning, so the only light was what the window let in from the street outside.
He smiled in the darkness and made himself comfortable behind the door. Who knew how long it would be before Maxwell returned to the hotel?
Of course... he might not come back alone. Heero snarled in the darkness. Another person would mess up his plans, complicate matters...
It wasn't that he minded the idea of Maxwell with someone else... Heero gritted his teeth and felt his anger rise.
Maxwell had better come back alone.
When the door opened, less than an hour later, only one person slipped inside, much to Heero's relief. He waited until the person moved to the bedside table and bent over to light the lamp, just in case he had the wrong room.
He moved back slightly into the shadows as the lamp began to glow, illuminating the man standing beside it.
Heero moved swiftly. Maxwell didn't have time to do more than blink before Heero's arm was around his throat, his hand clamped over Maxwell's mouth. Maxwell tried to throw him off, but Heero hung on tightly.
"Hello Maxwell," he hissed in the other's ear.
Much to Heero's surprise, Maxwell stopped struggling. Was it a trick? Or was he going for his guns? Heero removed his hand from Maxwell's mouth, dropped it down to his belt, determined to get to them first.
"Hello Heero," Maxwell's voice was calm. "Want me to take the guns off?"
What?
"I find it hard to believe you're volunteering to do that."
"Why? You caught me fair and square. I didn't even know you were in town. I haven't been able to find a trace of you for weeks." To Heero, he sounded slightly upset about that for some reason. "If you were going to kill me you'd have done it the minute I stepped into the room. So you're here for something else." He ended, with a faint smirk.
"Maybe I want to kill you slowly."
"That's not your style." Maxwell lifted his hands slowly to his belt. He unbuckled the straps, pulled it off of his waist and tossed it away into a dark corner. "There's a knife in my boot, one strapped to my arm, and a few needles in my braid."
"Why are you telling me?"
"Fair is fair, Heero. I usually catch you, knock you out, take your clothes and weapons and tie you up. You've been nice so far, you haven't knocked me out, so there's no reason I can't be cooperative in exchange."
Heero was confused. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. Maxwell was supposed to fight, to struggle- not to give in! This wasn't some game!
Was it?
"So, you're going to disarm yourself, strip and submit to whatever I tell you to do?" He asked in disbelief.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Why do you think I keep hunting you down?"
"Revenge- and to prove you're better than me." What else could it be?
Maxwell made an odd noise, somewhere between a snort and a laugh. "No."
"Why then?" Heero snapped.
"You can figure it out." Maxwell sounded amused. Heero, frustrated, let his arm slide away from the other's throat.
"I don't understand you."
Maxwell turned to face him. "I know." He lifted his hands up to his shirt collar and started unbuttoning it. He slipped the shirt off, unstrapped the knife from his arm and sat down to take off his boots. Another knife joined the one on the table.
Heero watched Maxwell undress, his mind clicking away. There had to be a catch, there was a trap here somewhere... Maxwell was trying to disarm him somehow... trying to get the upper hand...
Maxwell undid his braid, a handful of sharp looking needles joining the knives on the table... Heero hadn't seen Maxwell's hair down since that first night; he'd forgotten the effect it had on him then...
Maxwell rose from the chair, slipped his jeans off and stood before Heero, hands out in front of him.
"There's rope in my bags."
"I know it," Heero snapped. "I'll doubt I'll need it if you are going to give in so easily as this."
Maxwell's eyebrows rose slightly. "You'd rather have me fight?" He looked at Heero for a moment, considering. "I think you would. This makes you uncomfortable doesn't it?"
Heero clenched his jaw. "Anyone with sense would be."
Maxwell stepped past Heero, moving towards the side of the bed. "No. Anyone like you would be. You can't let yourself develop a dependency on anything or anyone." He knelt down next to his saddlebags and Heero tensed. "You told me on our first night together that you weren't the type to need anyone." He gave Heero a cool look over his shoulder and pulled something out of the saddlebags. "I, on the other hand, feel differently."
He stood up and showed Heero the objects that dangled from his hands. "I was planning on using these on you the next time we met up. Wrist to ankle, you see?" He smiled and tossed them on the bed. "Why don't we see who manages to catch who tonight?"
"You're already caught- and at a disadvantage." Heero pointed out.
"I've changed my mind. Catch me if you can- otherwise...." Maxwell grinned again. "You're mine again."
Heero nearly retorted that was not going to happen, but he stayed silent- he should know better than to underestimate Maxwell... and if he did lose who knew what else the other hunter had planned for him?
"Not even going to try Heero? Or are you going to just pull out your gun?" Maxwell asked, sounding amused.
Heero reached down and took off his gun belt, tossing it into the same corner where Maxwell's was. "Hardly fair threatening an unarmed man." Heero retorted.
"If you want to be fair... you could take off more clothes." Maxwell smirked.
Heero considered this for a moment, and then bent down- keeping one eye on Maxwell- and pulled off his boots. "I'm not going to give up all of my advantages." He dropped into a half crouch.
Maxwell reached out, fingers twitching in a 'come here' gesture. "Well then, let's get started..."
They circled each other for a moment, warily, assessing. Heero moved first, a quick lunge.
Maxwell moved to the side, but not quickly enough. Heero managed to catch him around the waist and slam him against the wall.
He made a grab for Maxwell's arms, but Maxwell pushed away from the wall and knocked them both to the floor. Heero's head hit the floor and the resulting crack made his vision blurry for a moment.
He had expected Maxwell to press his advantage- go for the cuffs, or force his arms behind his back.
Maxwell did press his advantage... but rather differently. He captured Heero's mouth in a kiss.
Heero blamed his reaction on the knock to the head. He opened his lips for Maxwell, invited his tongue in...
It wasn't until he felt a hand slide down into his jeans that he came back to himself with a start. He pushed at Maxwell, rolling them over, pinning the other man beneath him. His shirt was sliding off his shoulders... Maxwell had obviously been trying to even the playing field...
He grabbed both of Maxwell's wrists, securing them above the other man's head. "I'm not going to be your plaything tonight..."
"Are you so sure about that, Heero? You seemed to like what I was doing well enough..." He lifted his head slightly and scraped his teeth across Heero's shoulder, chuckling slightly when Heero shuddered. "See?"
That was too much. Heero got to his feet, keeping his grip on Maxwell, bringing the other man up with him and tossing him in the direction of the bed. Maxwell managed to catch himself, landing on the bed with just a soft thump.
"In such a rush to get to this part?" Maxwell teased, picking up the cuffs and swinging them gently. "Or to this one?" His fingers tapped a jar on the nightstand that Heero had missed before. "Want me inside you that badly?"
Heero growled and lunged for the man on the bed. The cuffs fell to the floor as they struggled- the sheets and blankets soon followed. And then Maxwell's mouth found his again... and everything changed...
He didn't know if the change was in himself or the other, but the struggle ceased. The desire to punish Maxwell fled.
Maxwell's head tilted back, his legs wrapped around Heero's waist, and Heero found himself lost as he used his hands and mouth on the other man's skin, eager to give pleasure... eager to get it as Maxwell returned his caresses, heated his blood to near boiling.
He felt Maxwell's hands on his fly; let the other help him slip off the jeans and shirt. The jar was pressed into his fingers, as Maxwell wrapped himself around him again, urging him on in a whisper, helping guide Heero's hand to the right spot.
Heero found himself watching Maxwell's face, the way he caught his lip in is teeth as Heero's fingers found the right spot, the way his eyes closed when Heero couldn't wait anymore, and switched his fingers for something else...
When it was over, Maxwell lay silent underneath him, eyes closed, body completely relaxed- fast asleep and vulnerable. Heero put his head down on Maxwell's shoulder trying to calm his breathing.
What had he done? He had meant to repay the other hunter in turn... but...
He pulled himself away from the bed, away from Maxwell's warmth, wrapping a sheet around himself, and went to stand by the window, looking out at the dark rain-swept streets. Maxwell didn't move, and Heero was glad. He didn't think he could bear the other mocking him... and he would. Heero had meant get even with the other for using him- not... whatever had just happened. This had been more like that first night, all those months ago...
Memories of that night brought others. His father had always said that alone was better... safer... and so he had left Maxwell the next morning. All the times Maxwell had caught him, used him... but hadn't truly hurt him, had let him go... let him run....
Maxwell had said he wasn't chasing Heero out of revenge...
Heero leaned his forehead against the cool glass of the window and tried to organize his thoughts.
"Leaving already?" Maxwell said softly, and Heero flinched. He hadn't realized Maxwell was awake. He looked towards the bed.
Maxwell wasn't looking at him. He had wrapped the blankets around himself and was looking downwards, his fingers tugging on the edges of the blankets.
He looked... worried? Nervous?
Sad?
It wasn't what Heero had expected.
"It's still raining," he found himself saying, "and it must be nearly midnight."
Maxwell lifted his head and a ghost of a smile touched his lips. "So it is- and I would bet the hotel clerk is asleep by now..."
Heero moved back towards the bed. "Indeed- and the least you could do is share the bed with me- until the rain stops."
"Of course," Maxwell slid over as Heero sat down on the bed. "Just until the rain stops..."
OWARI
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