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"Endangered"Written By: Artemis Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are
copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties.
I make no money with this fic. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: yaoi lemon, sap Pairings: 6x2, implied 3x4 Summary: The pilots must separate to talk with
various colonies on behalf of GAIA. "Endangered" 4) Summary: Duo and Heero chat and Heero gets a sex ed lesson... and a homework assignment...
In the first shuttle, Duo had taken the pilot's chair. It was an easy flight, though he was still wrestling with a bit of emotion from leaving Zechs. [I don't think I've been more than a hallway away from him in over a month,] he thought as he kept a safe distance between his shuttle and the Tauruses. "You been to L2 before?" Duo asked, glancing sideways at his silent team member. "I don't suppose it's much different from L1." "Yes, I had a mission there once," Heero replied, staring straight forward. "I was thirteen. An Alliance captain was discovered to be torturing people picked up on suspicion of rebel activity - some were ours. I was ordered to rig his personal car with explosives and set it off. After the death of that captain, the Alliance uncovered evidence of his activities and 'apologized' for the psycho in their midst." He snorted in derision. "I'm afraid I didn't get to see much of the colony itself. I don't imagine one is much different from another." Duo gave the other boy another sidelong glance. "You were thirteen, huh?" he asked as he returned his attention to the blackness of space out the window before him. "I guess we both started early. I was doing undercover missions for Professor G pretty young, too. Can't say I ever did any 'hits' though." Heero shifted his position in the co-pilot's seat uneasily. As an operative for the "organization" on L1, he'd had to do a wide variety of unsavory, even heinous things against the Alliance until leaving for Earth as the pilot of Wing Gundam. It had been a job, no more, unlike this one. Then he had been locked into his programming, his training as a weapon for the freedom of the colonies. Though the ultimate goal hadn't changed, his self-image had already, though he was still getting a grasp of that bigger picture of who the current "Heero Yuy" really was. "Hn. By thirteen I was an old veteran by some standards," Heero explained, glancing away. "I don't really remember a time when I wasn't on some mission or another or waiting for one." "Wow, that's not much of a life," Duo said, scratching his head. When Heero didn't respond he looked over at his friend to see him looking fixedly at the readout panel. [Nothing but missions? That can't be right...] "Didn't you do anything for fun? When I was with the Sweepers I used to play a mean game of anti-grav football, and I did some pick-pocketing on the side to keep things interesting. You must've had a hobby or something, right?" There wasn't an answer right away. Heero knew there were holes in his memory, something he wasn't fond of thinking about. He suspected that sometimes he had, in fact, managed to enjoy himself as a child, but those memories had been taken away when they tried to divest him of his emotions. He didn't know if they were gone permanently or if he'd be able to get them back someday. [Zechs's lost memories of childhood trauma came back... I wonder...] "I read a lot," he replied truthfully. The organization had allowed him to read voraciously, though most of it was nonfiction. Discovering that their little assassin was a sponge, they had fed him ample amounts of historical and scientific texts. "Oh, yeah? Did you read any of the 'Space Spider' comics? Those used to be pretty good," Duo said, thinking that reading as a hobby had to mean lightweight stuff such as comics or adventure novels. "Occasionally I'd get my hands on one of those guy magazines... damn those were really hot!" ["Guy magazines"... processing...] Heero frowned and almost looked over, his mouth open to say something, but he checked himself and closed his mouth instead. He had seen some of the other guys in the organization snickering over magazines with naked women in them, but when Heero dug one out to see what was so funny, he didn't laugh and the pictures did nothing for him. And he'd only seen comics on newsstands. Slowly he replied finally, "Um, I read a lot of history, I guess. And books about science. What do you mean by 'guy magazines'?" The question was out before he realized he'd said it, but by then it was too late. "You know the ones... with naked guys doing it," Duo said, snickering. "They always hide them at the back of the newsstand... like that's gonna stop me from snatching one! Yeah, right!" Heero frowned. "Doing... it? Naked guys? Doing..." He blanched. "Oh. Um." He wasn't entirely sure what "doing it" meant, but he supposed it was like what Duo and Zechs did... together. Having sex. He shook his head, not understanding. He was aware that for two men to have sex, one put his penis in the other's anus, but he had no idea what for or what was so great about... that. It was just too strange a notion to even contemplate. But it was clear he had very incomplete information. "They show pictures of, er, that in magazines??" The near stuttering response made Duo turn in the pilot's seat to direct his full attention on Heero. Now he could see the boy was uncomfortable. [He doesn't know about this stuff?] "Well, yeah... the good magazines show you everything," Duo said matter-of-factly. "That's a good place to start... just looking at pictures. There's girlie magazines, too, if that's your thing..." He added the last comment almost as an afterthought, not really knowing if Heero liked boys or girls. [I always wondered about him and Relena... but as far as I know he never made a move on her.] Duo shrugged. "It's not a big deal... I didn't see the real thing either until Quatre and I spied on those Maguanacs. Now that was an eye opener!" "Maguanacs?" Heero asked, puzzled. "Quatre's army? You mean... I... I don't understand. What... what did you see?" Duo's lips slowly curled into a smug smile. "We saw everything... of course," he said, turning on the auto-pilot so he could focus on their conversation. "So you wanna know what everything is, right?" Heero nodded. "Yeah." Then he shook his head a little. "Okay, you've probably figured it out. No one ever told me any of this. I just never ran across it or had a need to know it before. But I think it's stuff I should probably know at my age. Do you mind filling in the blanks for me? I'd... appreciate it." He was blushing, but that couldn't be helped. "Yeah, sure, you need the basics... the birds and the bees," Duo said, leaning back and hooking one leg over the arm of the pilot's chair. "I was lucky... Zechs showed me everything... but I'm not gonna be teaching you like he taught me!" he said, shaking his head. "Let's see... kissing you've probably seen... what about 'mutual pleasuring'? That's what Zechs calls it anyway... when you stroke each other." He made the universal gesture for 'beating off' and winked. "But it's so much better if the guy goes 'down' on you... sucks you off." Heero's brain was still working on "stroke each other" when the other bomb was dropped. "Huh? Sucks... ah..." He gulped at the image that popped into his mind. "You put your mouth on... that? And, wait a minute, you said stroking... but I thought that you just..." He frowned, frustrated and bewildered. Duo was throwing things just a little too fast at him. The boy with the long braid blinked. [What's there not to get about this?] Duo wondered as he stared at his friend. Obviously there was something that Heero wasn't quite understanding, but how could it be explained any differently? [There's no way I'm showing him!] Duo thought, his eyes going wide for a moment. "Gee, you've got a lot of questions, Heero... maybe I should back up a little?" He scratched his head, wondering where he'd gone wrong in his explanation. "You beat off, don't you?" Shaking his head, Heero scowled at his friend, bewildered. "Beat *what* off? Look, Duo, maybe I should tell you what I do know... and I guess that isn't much. Dr. J told me that sex is distracting and that I shouldn't be thinking about such things. So... I haven't. I very carefully haven't. I haven't a clue as to what you mean - what are you beating? What does that have to do with sex?" "Okay, maybe we're just calling the same thing by different names," Duo said, deciding to attack this lesson in a different way. "'Beating off' is just another way of saying masturbate. You know... when you get an erection you need to..." And he made that hand gesture again, "... clean out the ol' pipes." There was a distinctive flinch in Heero's eyes, then they widened. It was occurring to Heero that not only did he not have a working vocabulary for sexual matters, but that he must have been existing in an alternate universe until the time he met Duo Maxwell for him not to have even run across these terms. But then Dr. J and the others had kept him isolated, spoke to him only about his missions. He'd been encouraged to develop his computer, scientific and mechanical skills, and trained in a variety of formal aristocratic practices should he need to blend into that sort of society. And that was it. Oh, the science included human anatomy and physiology, but with one glaring omission. [Well, who would ever think a weapon had need for such knowledge?] He took a deep breath. "I do know what an erection is, Duo. I've studied human physiology. The man who raised me, Odin, told me when I was a little boy that if my penis ever got stiff and got bigger, to just ignore it and the change will go away by itself. No one... ever told me differently." Though Duo opened his mouth to speak, Heero abruptly laid his hand on the console close to Duo's arm and added, "Please remember... I was programmed to be a weapon, Duo. They kept everything else from me. And... I guess in those schools I purposely avoided talking much to other students. I thought I didn't need this knowledge. But I don't want to be their weapon any more, not like that. I need to know about life, and seeing that you and Zechs enjoy each other that way... *whatever* way... I think I should know about it, too." Heero took a deep breath and held up a hand, forestalling Duo's response as yet. "Now, please just tell me what *you* do when you're by yourself to take care of an erection. Just that, one thing at a time." "Okay," Duo said, maneuvering himself around so that he was sitting with his legs tucked under him on his chair. He'd never had to explain any of this to anyone before. In fact, he'd never had anyone explain it to him; it was just something he figured out on his own. By the time he was ten he was already touching himself, experimenting, and by the time he was twelve he had discovered dirty magazines and a whole new world had been opened to him. With a slap to his knee he began. "Well, I touch myself," Duo said, trying not to let this conversation embarrass him. "I wrap my hand around my erection and I stroke it up and down." He could feel the warmth pooling in his cheeks, but trudged ahead. "I like to think about guys while I'm doing this... well, now I think about Zechs... but before it was just some cute guy I'd seen in a magazine. I'd think about us getting it on... I mean, sucking on each other or fucking," he said, trying to be as specific as possible, but also trying not to get aroused. "Of course, the more I'd think about it, the more excited I'd get... then I'd increase the speed of my hand and usually squeeze harder. You just have to decide what works for you. The arousal builds in you, warms you up, until you release it by having an orgasm. It's a great feeling, but it's even better if you can get someone else to do it to you," he said, and now he knew he was blushing. Heero's eyes kept getting wider as Duo explained, and his face felt very hot. To his utter dismay, his friend's words gave him twinges in his groin. He was getting aroused! Abruptly he leapt up out of his seat and turned around, embarrassed as never before in his life. [Sucking? They actually use their mouth to...] To his horror, he was growing hard. "D...Duo," he managed to say, "Thanks. Ah... will you excuse me? I think I'm feeling a little... faint..." "Hey, I didn't mean to embarrass you... You wanted details, right? And I haven't even gotten to the really good stuff yet," Duo said, staring at the other boy's back. Heero stood stiffly, back to Duo, his head bowed. "Yes, I wanted details," he replied in a low voice. "But I think this might be enough for right now." He made no move to go anywhere yet, however, then added in a very small voice, "I guess.. I got hard." "Oh!" Duo said, surprised, but not completely. His explanation had been pretty hot. "Well, then you'd better go take care of that. I wouldn't mind a little privacy myself." He had managed to arouse himself as well, and was feeling rather... anxious to attend to his own problem. [Duo needs... privacy?] Heero thought, stunned, then realized that the words alone had caused arousal. It had nothing to do with him for Duo... and it had nothing to do with Duo for him. It just was, the sexy description enticing. "Yes," he managed to respond. "I'll just go..." He gulped. "I'll knock before I come back in here. Thanks." "I think you could use the privacy, too," Duo said, hoping to encourage his friend to explore his own sexuality. "And take your time... Experiment a little," he said, grinning. "Hn," Heero replied tersely, then, still unable to face his friend, he exited the forward cabin of the shuttle to find one of the smaller cabins a pilot would use for sleeping on longer flights.
Once locked inside the little cabin, Heero threw himself on the narrow bed and, emitting a groan, hastily freed his erection - now rampant - from the confines of his pants. Experimentally, he gave himself one good stroke up and down, marveling at the sensation of making the skin over his shaft slip up and down, the feel of his hand moving over it. To his wonder, he noticed a clear liquid seeping from the slit in the head. It felt slippery, so he smeared it around a little and stroked some more. [Now that feels *really* nice...] Closing his eyes, Heero relaxed as he continued to stroke himself slowly. Then, in his mind's eye, he imagined someone else's hand moving over him. A pale, slender hand, but a strong and firm one. [Is this someone I know? Or maybe this is just a fantasy...] [Duo said he imagined a guy sucking on him... and he imagined fucking...] Heero mused, then decided he had to try to imagine something like that as well. [I just have no idea what it might feel like...] He thought about the hand he'd pictured stroking him, and then imagined he reached down and felt the shoulders and chest of the other boy, slender as he was, though not with such hard muscles. [He's my size... my age?] Moving his hand down, he brushed across the boy's nipples... and in reality drew his shirt up to rub across his own. "Hnnnn, like that?" he inquired of his fantasy boy and himself. "Feels good..." The fingers on his free hand came up and touched his lips. "Want to kiss you," he sighed, and imagined kissing the other boy, moving their lips together. "Stroke me harder..." His pace of rubbing increased. Heero then reached around the boy to feel his bottom, and felt a spike of arousal go through him. Abruptly Heero stopped, breathing a little hard, and sat up. Quickly he shed all his clothes, including socks and shoes, until he was nude. This time when he laid back down, he laid on his side. "Yes," he murmured to his fantasy lover, imagining again pale skin, those fine, strong hands, and a hardened length between the other's legs. "Behind me... want you behind me..." He fit his hand around his erection again and resumed stroking, but this time his free hand reached back to feel his own bottom, imagining it was his lover feeling him. Then Heero slid a finger down through his own crack to his opening. Upon touching that sensitive pucker, yet another spike of need sizzled through him, making him gasp with the incredible new sensations. He felt his testicles pull in towards his body. Tiny frissons of sexual tension started up in his legs, making his toes twitch. Carefully and lightly he rubbed against his anus, then had the thought: [What if I pretended my finger were him? And he was going to... fuck... me...] Almost holding his breath, Heero pressed the tip of his finger into the puckered ring. [Oh, yeah, he's entering me... going to fuck me...] Abruptly it was all too much, and Heero cried out, gasping as his first orgasm pulsed through him, the pleasure singing powerfully through his lower body. His eyes flew open and he stared, wide-eyed, as his erection shot streams of whitish fluid onto his chest and the bed. At that moment, he looked over his shoulder and thought he caught a glimpse of his phantom lover before the fantasy faded. That glimpse... blond hair... aquamarine eyes... It was Quatre.
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