"The Variable "

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: Alternate reality, hurt/comfort, angst, Borderline non-con

Pairings: 1x2

Summary: Heero Yuy is a genetically altered weapon in a top secret project. When his behavior becomes erratic, his handlers propose an
unorthodox solution. Is the cure more than they bargained for?

" The Variable "

The sex was brilliant, and more electrifying than Heero had anticipated. His mind and body were still in a daze, holding on to every last twinge of pleasure. Duo’s body was warm and amazing under him and surrounding him. He had accepted Heero into him, responding to his touch just as the tests said he would. Persistence and a big dose of reality had won the day.

“Doctor Po was right,” Heero said, pulling off Duo and flopping onto his back. “It’s better doing it with someone.”

“Huh?” Duo looked over at him. “You mean you’ve never done it with someone before?”

Heero closed his eyes, soaking in the post-sex euphoria. “That’s right.”

“This was your first time?” Duo leaned up on his elbows.

“That’s what I said.”

“How can that be? You were…”

“Good?” Heero grinned. It certainly felt good.

Duo smirked at him. “I wouldn’t go that far. But you sure acted like you knew what you were doing.”

“Sex is a natural human function. It’s all common sense, really.”

“Yeah, but…” Duo scratched the back of his head. “That position…”

“It’s in the Kama Sutra… and porn videos.”

“You watch porn?”

“Not anymore.” Heero turned onto his side, throwing an arm over Duo’s stomach. He was still horny and hard, and needed more. He pressed his sex into Duo’s leg. “Lie back on the bed.”

Duo’s eyes widened as Heero’s hand moved to his chest and pushed him back.

“You want more… already?” Duo asked.

“I’m still hard.”

“Well, maybe I need a break.”

“You’ve had your break.”

“All of five minutes!”

Heero put more pressure on Duo’s chest and leaned over him. “This isn’t a union job.”

He dove in, kissing Duo hard and then pulling back to admire his handiwork. Freshly fucked was a good look on Duo, and it made Heero even hotter, seeing the mussed hair damp with sweat, cheeks flushed, and lips swollen with kisses. Duo could protest all he liked, but Heero was no fool. He would bet his life that Duo had gotten pleasure from that tumble. That was the whole point of choosing him, they wanted each other. So what if Duo hadn’t come, Heero had tension to abate, and couldn’t be responsible for Duo’s orgasms, too.

With his leg, Heero wedged Duo’s thighs apart and settled between them. It was extraordinary how another naked male body felt next to his. Duo was solid and warm, and although not as muscular as Heero, he was definitely athletic and fit. Heero ran his hands up Duo’s sides and reached for the lubricant, giving a quick squirt of gel onto his cock. This time he wrapped Duo’s legs around his waist before sliding inside. The sensation of his cock being gripped by Duo’s tight, pleasing body was even better the second time. First time around, Heero had been in a hurry, his circuitry on overload. Now he tucked his arms under Duo’s back, giving more leverage as he moved, sliding in and out. Each thrust made him harder. Duo felt good, and tasted good. He licked along Duo’s jaw, watching as Duo moaned and threw his head back.

Heero wanted to fuck for hours, but this was all so new for him. He couldn’t get the pacing right. Once the first stirrings of his orgasm appeared he succumbed to its pull. Harder and deeper he pumped into Duo, increasing the friction. Damn, why couldn’t they have given him a sex partner sooner?

“Ahhh!” he shouted as he came.

Duo was thrusting back into him now, his hands going to Heero’s waist and pulling him in. The voluntary touch kept Heero thrusting, fucking, giving Duo more. Then it was Duo crying out, splashing his orgasm between them. Heero collapsed, his heavy breaths mixing with Duo’s.

Long minutes passed as they both drifted into a lazy half sleep. Then Duo finally moved beneath him.

“Towel?” Duo asked.

Heero raised his head, noting they were stickier this time. The exertion on his body had been similar to his workouts, but that had never brought him close to the heady power of sex. With a deep breath, he got up and retrieved a towel from the bathroom. He wiped himself as he returned to the bedroom. Duo was spread out on the bed, not having moved an inch. He looked wanton and exhausted, and Heero knew he would want him again very soon.

He threw the towel at Duo, and it landed on his stomach. “Want some pizza now?”

Duo sat up, groaning a little as he did.

“Was I rough?” Heero asked.

Duo shook his head. “Enthusiastic is a better word for it.”

Heero grinned. He had held himself back, but he was glad he hadn’t hurt Duo. He wanted to fuck him as much as possible, and to injure him now would put a serious damper on the program.

Heero set the pizza and beer on the end of the bed, and got back into bed with Duo.

“Aren’t you gonna put on some clothes?” Duo asked.

“Why? It’s more efficient this way.”

“You’re gonna eat naked?”

“I’m going to be fucking you again in a minute.”

Duo swallowed. “We just did it twice!”

“Maybe I shouldn’t have let you come.”

“Hey! I got a right to some enjoyment.”

Heero smiled. “Then it was enjoyable for you?”

Duo shrugged. “Maybe… just a little.” He reached for a slice of pizza, making a point not to look Heero in the eyes.

Duo kept the towel over his middle as he ate. His modesty was curious to Heero. They’d seen each other naked, and Duo was here for one reason, so why not keep it all out there? Ultimately, he wanted Duo naked, or maybe just in a robe. That would give him easy access and Duo some warmth.

They ate nearly all of the pizza and drank half of the warm beer. It was fascinating to watch Duo drink bottled beer. The way his lips formed around the tip and his hand cradled the base. Heero’s groin stirred, imagining those lips and that hand on him. He began to harden as Duo’s head tilted back to take the last gulp of beer. He set the bottle on the floor giving Heero a tantalizing view of his ass.

When Duo settled back on the bed again, he looked to Heero and his eyes widened. “Whoa.”

“Yes?”

“You’re….”

“Yes, I am.” Heero was fully hard, and he reached for Duo’s wrist. “I want your mouth on me.”

Duo was pulled toward Heero until he was on all fours. He looked between Heero’s face and his cock.

“I’m taking you up on your offer,” Heero said. Not that he needed to remind Duo. It was entirely up to Heero what they did and when, but he still wanted Duo’s willing participation.

~ ~ ~

Heero was sitting cross-legged, naked and erect like it was the most natural thing in the world. He hadn’t even blinked when he told Duo to suck him. Well, okay, it had been Duo’s idea, but that was an hour ago and it wasn’t like Heero wouldn’t have thought of it on his own.

The erection was just a hand span away. Duo licked his lips, stalling and getting his best look yet at Heero’s family jewels. It was a nice cock, the right length and width. It fit Duo well, snug like a bug in a rug. In a court of law, Duo would have to admit to liking the way it had felt inside him. Wanting to suck it wasn’t a problem either, but he wished Heero would stop giving orders.

Heero placed his hand on Duo’s shoulder, coaxing him to the task. So far, Heero’s sexual appetite seemed insatiable, and at this rate, Duo seriously wondered how long his ass would hold out. Duo bent closer. Heero held the cock at its base, keeping it upright. With another smack to wet his lips, Duo ran his tongue up the shaft from base to crown, and then slid it around the crown. He closed his eyes and sucked the cock into his mouth halfway. His nerves were bundled in his stomach like a knot. This was not the time to be tense.

He imagined Heero as he had seen him that last time across the fountain. He’d never seen anyone like that, with a dark chocolate mop of hair and a cool gaze. He was riveting in his easy good looks. And now Duo’s mouth was on his cock, learning the shape and taste of him. He would’ve sucked Heero that day had they rendezvoused in some shadowed corner. Turned out, Heero had pegged him for this little project—The Project—and had a load of tension he needed released in Duo.

Duo came full circle in his thoughts, back to the reality of the moment. He gagged. Damn it, this just wasn’t right, but he continued to try.

Heero grasped his shoulders and pushed him back. “Okay?”

Duo blinked. His eyes watered from the gag reflex. He swiped at them, and then Heero cupped his cheek. God was that concern in Heero’s eyes or was it his imagination?

Duo shook his head. “I’m out of practice.”

Heero got up from the bed, cleared the remains of their dinner and turned the bed covers down. “It’s late,” he said, gesturing for Duo to crawl under.

Duo agreed and scooted beneath the covers. The coolness of the sheets shocked his heated skin. When he looked up, ready for Heero to join him, Heero turned away.

“I’m going for a swim,” he said.

“But you just got through saying it’s late.”

“Get some sleep.” Heero left the room, closing and locking the door behind him, as always.

Duo stared at the door, his eyes drifting down to the thread of light in the gap between the door and the carpet. He saw Heero’s shadow move across it and imagined he heard him leaving the apartment. He was completely alone again. Was this how it would be? Heero would leave him in this room, and come and go as he pleased?

The only reason Heero was going swimming at this hour was to cool off or expend excess energy. That was why Duo was here. He was supposed to be taking care of that for Heero. They had had sex twice, and would have a third, but Heero backed off when Duo had gagged. Talk about performance issues. It must be quite a turn-off to have someone gag on your dick.

Duo cringed, and nestled deeper under the covers. The room smelled of sex. He smelled of sex. His backside and legs ached. Under other circumstances it would have been a good ache, but now he felt dirty. He was ashamed that he liked the way Heero felt and that his body accepted Heero’s touch. It was just physical between them, and to admit to more might shatter his mind and his self-worth. He breathed deeply and closed his eyes. Maybe sleep was the best thing for him right now.

He was walking along a beach. The sand was warm beneath his bare feet, the sun’s heat soothing on his skin. He stretched and yawned as he walked. He was so tired. Where had he left his beach towel? There it was… in the shade of a palm tree. He settled down to enjoy a long nap, the heat of the sand warming the towel.

He rolled to his side, running his hands through the sand as he drifted to sleep. A firm body curled up behind him, spooning him. Lips caressed his neck. He nestled back, enjoying the firm embrace of a man and the contours of the sand. But why did the beach smell of chlorine?

Duo’s eyes blinked open. The room was dark. He was in someone’s arms. The beach had only been a dream, but this was real, and the scent of chlorine was stronger now.

“Heero?”

The man nuzzled his hair. “Hmm?”

Duo’s breath caught. It was Heero. And he was spooning him? It seemed so… sweet. “What are you doing?”

“Sleeping,” Heero said, sounding exhausted.

That was all he was doing, sleeping? Had he just come to bed? The chlorine was evidence that he had gone swimming, but obviously had been too tired to shower afterward.

Heero clung to Duo like a life preserver. His breathing evened out to a sleeping state. Duo needed to fall to sleep, too. He closed his eyes and thought about that beach. A perfect beach, on a perfect day, and somehow Heero had found his way there. Or maybe the man in his dream hadn’t been Heero? It couldn’t be. Duo couldn’t be comforted by the man who had kidnapped him. And yet, something deep inside him wanted to be on that beach with Heero’s arms around him.

~ ~ ~

A nudge of hard flesh in his back woke Duo. The room was pink from the morning sun, and warm from Heero’s lazy humping. Duo didn’t move, hoping Heero would think he was still asleep. It didn’t seem to matter. The nudges became more persistent. It was no wonder that Heero was horny the way they had slept entangled all night. The physical contact was enough to get any young man’s blood rushing through his veins.

Heero’s arms were around Duo, his hands gliding over Duo’s chest and down to his cock. Duo sucked in a surprised breath, and Heero moaned and pressed into him with more abandon. He stroked Duo and shifted behind him until his cock was nestled between Duo’s ass cheeks. Duo leaned back, his body melding with Heero’s, and absorbing the dual sensations of Heero’s swollen shaft between his cheeks and the stroking of his cock. Heero rubbed Duo’s pre-cum onto his hand and withdrew it, leaving Duo to thrust into air.

He heard Heero spit onto his hand and then the hard sex was at his opening. Duo pushed back, he didn’t want to, but his body needed it. He pushed back and Heero pushed forward, sinking his cock inside.

“Nnngh,” Duo moaned, grasping the sheets. It was too much, and he wasn’t prepared.

The slow pump in and out gradually eased the tightness and the pain. The lazy grind of hips and ass, and the soft slap of Heero’s balls against Duo’s round bottom was a huge contrast to the previous evening’s 50-yard dash. Duo vacillated between keeping the pace, trying to set the pace, and merely being the receptacle for Heero’s lust. He knew he was the latter, he had been told as much, but he couldn’t be faulted for trying to take what pleasure he could. Heero held Duo close with one arm, lifted Duo’s leg for better access with the other arm, and kissed Duo’s shoulder while screwing in perfect rhythm. It seemed that Heero had found his groove. And with the room slowly brightening with the rosy hues of the sunrise, Heero came, biting down on Duo’s shoulder.

Duo cringed at the mark the bite would leave, and grunted as Heero pulled out of him and collapsed on his back. That was it, of course, and Duo closed his eyes trying to forget that he desperately needed relief.

A second later, Heero sat up. “Gonna take a shower.”

Good, Duo thought, pretending to sleep. Clear the air of chlorine and semen.

Heero grasped Duo’s wrist. “Come scrub my back,” he said, pulling Duo out of bed with him.

Duo’s mouth was agape as Heero dragged him across the room to the shower.

“Hey! You should be scrubbing my back,” Duo said as he stood outside the glass shower stall.

Heero turned the water on full and hot. The bathroom quickly steamed.

“Come on,” Heero said, nudging Duo inside.

Duo positioned himself at the far end of the stall, away from the water. The shower was big enough for four, and damn luxurious. The walls were smooth, gray stone, the fixtures chrome and there were six nozzles to direct pulsating water to every part of his aching body. What he needed right now was for Heero to leave him alone. Give him the morning off. Yeah, that would be the ticket. But no such luck.

Heero stepped under the main head, dousing himself with hot water. He moaned and gritted his teeth, seeming to enjoy the rush of pain as his body adjusted to the temperature. He ran his hands through his wet hair, smoothing it back from his face. Duo watched, admiring the planes of Heero’s body under the sluice of water, and the handsome profile of his face. Heero lathered his hair with shampoo, seeming to have forgotten Duo’s presence in the shower. He rinsed his hair and then took the bar of unscented soap from the chrome soap dish. His eyes opened, and even through the mist of hot water, Duo was aware of the penetrating gaze.

Heero reached for Duo, pulling him those few steps closer as if to be certain that Duo was watching. He lathered the soap in his hand and ran the soapy foam over his own chest. Duo licked his lips, causing Heero to grin. Duo amended his earlier thoughts about water being best on Heero’s body. Soap was damn good, too, maybe better. Then, Heero grabbed a hand towel, soaking it under the water and handing it and the soap to Duo. He turned around. Duo stared at the perfect V of Heero’s back, following it to the trim waist and yummy bum.

“Nnn,” Duo moaned.

Heero looked over his shoulder. “Go on.”

I could go on all right, Duo thought. He chuckled to himself, imagining what it would be like to turn the tables. He wouldn’t be vindictive, oh, no. He would give Heero the ride of his life, pounding that tight little assassin’s ass with his own personal arsenal.

He cleared his head long enough to rub the soap on the towel, making a lather and laying the towel on Heero’s back. The sores on his hands stung, but the contact tingled. He was touching Heero, moving the towel in circles on his back, making Heero feel good. It perturbed him that Heero had found a way to get him to actively participate in this game. Instead of just lying there taking it, Duo now had to scrub Heero’s back!

Heero pressed his hands against the wall, bowing his head to let the water run down his back. Duo couldn’t help but get wet in the process, ruining the bandages on his hands and knees. The scrubbing didn’t last long. Heero turned, and taking the towel from Duo washed under his arms and then tossed the towel over the rack. He rubbed soap between his hands and laid them on Duo’s chest. There was a second’s hesitation as they stared into each other’s eyes, and then Heero’s hands moved, smearing soap over Duo.

Duo’s heart raced. This kind of touch was different from how Heero had touched him before. Standing face-to-face, having his body lathered with Heero’s soapy hands, Duo began to harden. He feared that his excitement would be construed as acceptance. He could never accept what they were doing to him—the people behind the Project. But Heero’s hands were slick and moving over his body and stroking his cock. Heero knew damn well what he was doing.

“Take your hair down,” Heero said. He stepped back and watched as Duo did as he asked, slipping the hair tie off and loosening the braid with his fingers.

Heero’s blue eyes were dilated, dark and needy. He turned Duo around, nudging his legs apart with a thigh and then opening several more water nozzles. Duo gasped as the water pulsed across his body—back, thighs and chest. Then a soap-slicked finger eased down his crack, slipping inside him in an instant. Heero licked the bite mark on his shoulder as he moved the finger in and out while rubbing his cock against Duo’s behind.

Duo’s breath was ragged. He steadied himself with his hands to the wall, the stone cool beneath them. He hated himself for being this turned-on, for wanting Heero to do more, to go all the way, and at the same time feeling like a rabbit caught by a wolf.

The finger slipped out and seconds later, Heero’s stiff cock slid in—a full, smooth sheathing that made Duo moan. He was clay in the potter’s hands. Heero had his way with him, fucking him with ease, caressing him with soapy hands and rubbing his face in Duo’s unbound hair. The screwing went on longer than it had the three previous times. Heero put his hands on Duo’s hips and pumped in and out vigorously with one continuous moan coming from Heero’s throat. Deep and sensual, it made Duo shiver with its intensity.

God, he’d never been fucked like this. Slathered with soap and pounded into butter. But the sensation could only be so good for so long before one or hopefully both of them came. This time, Duo was determined to come and took matters into his own hand. As Heero’s thrusts came harder and faster, Duo grabbed his own cock and stroked it for all he was worth. It wasn’t easy keeping pace with Heero, but Duo had a lot of practice in this department. He could smack the monkey with the best of them.

It was a photo finish with Heero crossing the line a hair’s breadth ahead of Duo. They both cried out, their moans reflecting the harmony their bodies had found. As Duo faltered, Heero put his arm around his waist, holding him upright even while he collapsed against Duo’s back. Duo sensed Heero’s hesitation to pull away this time. It had been that good. But eventually they did separate, quickly soaping and rinsing themselves.

Heero stepped from the shower first to dry off. He looked to Duo as if expecting him to follow.

“I gotta wash my hair,” Duo said.

Heero nodded. “I’ll see you later.”

Duo didn’t reply as Heero closed the shower door. He turned his back to the water, thoroughly wetting his hair and feeling the prick of tears in his eyes. Shit, he thought, squeezing his eyes shut. He tried to convince himself that it was the soap causing the tears. Shit, shit, shit.

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