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"Anniversary"Written By: ELLE and Miss Murdered Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Gundam
Wing (unfortunately) and they were used without permission, but all
the words are my own. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: language, angst, sap, sexually explicit
situations, Pairings: 1x2x1 Summary: Set in the same universe as Forever. Heero and Duo celebrate their fifth anniversary together. Notes: Well, it was a year ago today that the
first PM was sent between us and a friendship that neither of us expected
started. So to celebrate our first "anniversary" we had
to write something so here is Heero and Duo celebrating theirs in
an appropriate fashion . ;-P
"Anniversary " Duo Five years. Huh. At the beginning I feared it wouldn't
last five minutes, chugging back cheap whiskey so I could get the
nerve to kiss him – fearing that, as I pressed my lips onto his,
that he'd react and knock my lights out. He didn't. Instead, he kissed
back, our noses bumping, our teeth knocking and for a first kiss it
was probably fucking embarrassing. But then it was perfect in its
own damn way. Though now, five years later our lips were more assured,
our tongues knowing the nuances of each other's mouths, our breathing
in time. Our hands were connected on the car hood as I reached for
him, my fingers teasing the strands of his hair at the nape of his
neck as I always did. I'm a creature of habit and Heero was a habit
I never could quit. Five years ago I drank too much, stayed out too late
and generally tried to make myself a damn liability to Preventer so
that they might fire my ass and then I'd be done with it. But then
Heero joined and that spark came back – that desire. Naw, not
for sex even though I knew he was a fucking gorgeous specimen of masculinity
but the desire to fight – I wanted then to be better, to try
and deal. Try being the operative word as I admit, I'm probably still
as fucked up as ever, I just function better. We're not healthy for each other – give me a cold,
harsh light of day and I'll admit it. He's needy and requires constant
reassurance. I'm no better, demanding, irrational and downright argumentative.
And we know each other too well – it's like if someone wanted
to know what was in my soul, my heart, whatever the fuck, I wouldn't
have the answer, Heero would. But despite the fact we're ill-suited
in so many fucking ways I will never want anyone else. He's mine and
I'm his and I can't contemplate forever without him, you know? So
we'll be fucked up together. The momentum of our kiss increased, his hands cupping
my jaw and I felt myself shiver and not from the cold night. I loved
that we were here – where we first damn kissed, underneath the
stars, the moonlight, both tasting of cheap whiskey. The moon always
reminded me of him, lying back and looking at it during the war and
thinking about where the fuck that asshole who stole Deathscythe's
parts was. That first time we were hesitant. As you know, despite
my bravado, I'd never actually gone all the way and shit, unlike now,
five years ago I didn't carry lube or condoms knowing that at some
point in our regular working week we would need to fuck in an inappropriate
location. So falling asleep together, smelling of stale sweat and
bad whiskey had been all we did. Not tonight. And it was our anniversary
an' all so fucking had always been in the cards. He reached for underneath my braid like he always did
as I nipped at his lower lip, worried it between his teeth as I slid
down my hand to his thigh, teasingly rubbing upwards 'til I reached
his dick, half hard from our kiss. I could work with that, I guessed,
now realising rationality be damned as I crawled into his lap, straddling
him on the car hood. Yeah we weren't exactly good for each other, I knew
that, even as we celebrated five years together. But I could never
not feel this need for him as I ground myself onto his body, rubbed
myself up against him, kissed him for all I was damn worth. I wanted
to imbue myself with his scent, wanted to crawl inside him –
he was fucking intoxicating, so intoxicating that I never had been
able to get enough, never been able to control myself where he was
concerned and I knew he felt the same as I slid my hand to his waistband,
undoing his belt and button and fly until I brought his dick out into
the cold night air. He gasped at the first contact of my hand on him
and I smirked into our kiss before, without any encouragement or foreplay,
I slid down, sucking on the head of his dick, blowing him on the car
hood underneath the stars. This – you know – this was what I lived for.
I mean, not just sucking his cock, but the way I knew each ridge of
his body, knew each way to make him moan, say my name like I was his
fucking god, make him tremble under my touch and my mouth. I'd taken years to know, to know the spot behind his
ear that made him moan, the place in the juncture of collarbone that
I could bite down on, the way his stomach muscles would jump when
I licked a scar across his abs and the way to suck and lap at the
head of dick that made him gently slide his fingers through my bangs,
stroking them as I went down on him. "Duo…" I heard him say and pull at my
head. I looked up, my lips still poised just inches from his
cock, breathing warm air onto him and I saw him flushed, his eyes
heavy-lidded through pleasure and alcohol and fuck, my heart stopped
as the moonlight caught the blueness of his eyes, the angles of his
jaw, and I couldn't resist him tugging me up to kiss one more time,
the salty taste of pre-cum mingling with whiskey and the processed
cheese of cheap sandwiches. I wanted to consume him, wanted to make him feel so
damn good, show him in every damn way how he was it for me
and I tasked myself with undoing his buttons, parting his shirt and
pushing up the tank so I could touch his skin, rough and scarred and
such a fucking turn on. His hands had worked at my pants and he grasped my cock
a little roughly, a little like I liked, his thumb pressing into the
slit and rubbing the wetness over the head. I groaned, jerked my hips
and lost contact with his lips but fuck if that mattered when he leaned
up to my ear after licking a trail up my throat. "Fuck me, Duo." Shit. I nearly lost in his hand then but I pushed myself
up on the car hood so that I could gaze down at him, at how intense
his eyes looked and I knew he was thinking about us just as I was.
And I grabbed for his hand, the one not wrapped around my dick, lacing
our fingers together. "You sure?" He nodded and I took that as all I needed – I wasn't
gonna deny I wanted him, that I wanted to fuck him underneath the
stars and all, but shit, I wanted him to want me because he did, not
because of black thoughts and memories. We stowed lube and condoms in the glove compartment
– hey, we stowed it where we damn needed, I had some in my desk
at damn work and it was in multiple locations around the house –
so I hopped off to retrieve it and returned to him, him lazily pumping
his dick which I watched for a second while my brain melted a little
in response to how fucking sexy he looked. Then I pulled him to the
edge of the hood as I stood between his legs. I pushed his tank up further as I slid a finger inside
him, nipping and biting and lapping around his nipples, feeling how
I could play his body like a concert violinist. He was always so responsive,
as though in sex it was the only time he could let go, as though when
we fucked it was the only time Heero wasn't Heero Yuy, poster-boy
for peace, war hero extraordinaire and motherfucking badass Preventer
agent – and in these moments he was all mine. His body twitched around my fingers as I prepped him,
a little bit of teasing involved, as I fucked him with my fingers
in imitation of what I would do with my body. I looked up to see him
panting and if we were at home, I would've tortured him 'til he damn
screamed my name, 'til he was wild eyed and writhing but tonight I
capitulated after one glare and slid lubricated latex onto my dick. I lined myself up, using my hand and slowly pushed in,
checking for discomfort as so much of our fucking lives was about
pain and violence and right now, I didn't want this moment to be about
that. Yeah we fucked at times with nails running down each other's
back, biting down on each other's skin but tonight, naw, tonight I
wanted to make love to him even if the thought sounded fucking cheesy
ass in my head. As five year ago, with a kiss, with cheap whiskey, he'd
saved me. Once inside him, hot and tight, I closed my eyes, stilled
myself, thought for a moment how we'd look. Two dudes fucking on a
car hood with me mostly dressed and him half naked. Then I forgot
fucking everything as he moved, just the tiniest thing, flexed a little
and fuck, I was ready to slam him against the metal but the thought
faded as I opened my eyes, reached for his hand, and slowly rolled
my hips into him and back out, taking small movements first, making
him feel every inch of my dick inside him. I was going as slow as
I could stand to, feeling his free hand reach for my ass, stopping
me from moving too far back, kneading it as I pushed myself into him. I wanted to keep eye contact, wanted to, but his eyes
drifted up and I felt like I could see the starlight in them or something
and shit, I was getting sappy even as I kept pumping my hips into
his, feeling like I wanted this to be us forever. None of the violence,
none of the rough sex, none of the missions where we nearly died –
this was us as I wanted us to be, our fingers entwined, our bodies
connected, but it was all brief, all flashes in our lives. Despite
how I wanted to hold onto this, I was getting close as he was pushing
back, he was moving his finger down to my ass to tease and I increased
my pace, changed my angle, made him arch his back against the metal
as I fucked him harder against our car. Our interlocked hands drifted to his cock, wet at the
tip, and I let him lead the strokes, feeling his dick between our
fingers as we faltered together, him twitching first, cum leaking
onto our hands and me stopping a second as he felt so damn good. I
waited until I could move, leaning down to kiss him roughly as I buried
myself deep a few times, drawing out his orgasm and descending into
my own, feeling myself cum in latex as far as I could be inside him
and in that moment I was as close to him as I ever could be. Sticky, sweaty and damn bone-weary, I collapsed onto
him, licking at that patch of skin on his neck that made him shiver
as he ran patterns down my back. I softened inside him and slid out
as his arms wrapped me tighter and I felt more than sated – more
than sexually satisfied. I felt… shit, I felt loved, wanted,
needed and all that other Hallmark greeting card shit. "'Ro?" I asked softly against his skin as
I stopped my licking. "Yeah?" I paused and then propped myself on my elbow so I could
look at him – how he looked after sex, younger seeming, less
serious, my Heero, you know? The one no one else got to see. "Let's do this again at ten years." He chuckled, his low little laugh that I fucking loved.
"You think we'll make ten?" "Yeah… how can you resist me, babe? I'm the
best fuck you'll ever have." He smoothed some hair from my face and his throat moved
but no words came out so I kissed whatever insecurities were there
away as damn, I would always want him, and even though what we had
wasn't right, wasn't normal, wasn't perfect – it was us. And
I wanted a ten year anniversary and a twenty year one and, if we made
it, a fucking fifty year one when we were damn old and wrinkly. I released his lips and smiled, trying to change his
melancholy mood. "How do you wanna spend the rest of our anniversary?" He leaned up, nibbled on my earlobe and his hot breath
washed across my face. "On the back seat with me fucking you
slowly all night." I moaned and moved off him, still holding his sticky
hand, ready to drag him into the back of the car. And though I never
thought we'd make five years, I'm eternally glad we had and I wanted
to spend the rest of the night wrapped around his body, celebrating
our anniversary the proper fucking way.
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