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"Stuck in the Closet with You "Written By: Fancy Figures Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, wish I did, just
enjoy writing about 'em for free etc Pairing: 1x2 Warnings: yaoi, oneshot, humour Rating: NC 17 Summary: written for adaina's prompt - How about
a 1=2 get together fic where the other pilots lock Heero and Duo in
a closet to force them to communicate? "Stuck in the Closet with You "
“Dammit… wait,” growled Duo. Heero was pressed against his back, his arms clasped around Duo’s waist, holding him tightly. He was panting into Duo’s neck. He paused, his body shivering: he spat out a couple of Duo’s stray hairs that had got stuck in his mouth. “Problem? Do you want to stop -” “Fuck, no!” Duo was still growling, but there was laughter in his voice. “It’s just that damned mop again.” He was standing, facing the far wall, leaning his weight forwards and supporting himself on his outstretched hands. His legs were spread apart. The mop handle was wedged against his left thigh, perilously close to his family jewels: every time he bent his legs and pushed out his ass, it stabbed him. He lifted his left foot and kicked it viciously away. Heero groaned at the sharp movement. Duo’s hips jolted against his own, they were that close. It made Duo’s muscles clench, too. All of them. Heero wasn’t sure how much more of that he could bear. “OK now,” panted Duo. “Hang on…” He moved his left hand to grip the small key cabinet, fixed at eye level. With his right hand, he braced himself more steadily against the wall. “I’m balanced. Go on.” Heero drew a deep breath, but his heartbeat didn’t slow in the slightest. His fingers were digging into Duo’s flesh hard enough to raise bruises: his knee nudged forward, widening the spread of Duo’s legs. He could feel the sweat on Duo’s spine trickling down his own torso, as he settled back down on to Duo’s back, skin against skin. Their clothes were lying in a crumpled heap on top of the boxes of air fresheners, and next to a recently opened industrial-sized pot of vaseline. They were both naked, but they definitely weren’t feeling the cold. Heero sighed, bent his legs too, and pushed his cock back up into Duo’s ass. He’d lost a little ground when Duo attacked the mop. Duo grunted and his head fell back. “God. That’s… so good.” He was having trouble finding enough breath for speech. Heero drew back again, his belly peeling away from Duo’s lower back with a soft, sucking sound, then he plunged back in. His foot knocked at a bucket and set its handle rattling. He tightened his grip on Duo’s waist and his teeth grazed against Duo’s bare shoulder. “Could… do with some more space to manoeuvre back here…” he hissed. Duo grunted again. He released the hand on the wall to grasp his swollen cock, dislodging a bundle of cloths hanging from a rusty hook. They flapped over his hand, tickling his already over-sensitive arousal, then tumbled on down to the floor. He arched back against Heero’s torso, clinging even more closely to him as he thrust. “No can do. You think this is comfortable for me?” Heero chuckled softly and thrust again. Duo jerked and gasped. “Yeah, sure, OK, compromises… have to be made all around.” He started to pump himself vigorously. He could feel Heero swelling inside him, and the pulse in Heero’s arm throbbing against his side. Climax was close for both of them. And after all, this’d be the second time around for both of them. So far. Heero heard the hammering in his head and thought it was the tension. He swallowed hard, confused. He was sure that pressure headaches came from exposure to excess heights, not claustrophobic closets. Duo was wriggling his hips again – probably caused by the reoccurring cramp in his thigh that had plagued him when they first fucked against the roll of bubble wrap – and Heero felt every damned twist around his cock. It was delicious, but it was… distracting… demanding… he cried out, a shudder rippling through his belly. “Hush!” hissed Duo. “Did you hear that?” They paused in their thrusts, still clutched together. Heero thought he probably deserved a Service Beyond Duty medal for that. They both listened closely. The hammering was a reality – it was at the door to the closet. “Duo? Heero? Can you hear me?” The voice was outside the room, and sounded worried. “Are they still in there?” came a second voice. “You don’t think… with the lack of oxygen and everything…” “It’s a closet, not an atmospheric bubble,” came a third, scornful voice. “Get a grip, Quatre.” Duo and Heero peered at each other in the gloom. “That’s Wufei,” they mouthed to each other, Duo rolling his eyes. “Fetch security,” came Quatre’s mutter. “They may have killed each other. Whose stupid idea was this, in the first place?” “Yours,” said Trowa, sharply. He’d been the first voice. “Though I don’t remember agreeing to leave them for this long. You were going to let them out after an hour or so.” “You mean you were,” Quatre replied. He sounded just as sharp. “You’re the one jammed the lock so tightly that we can’t get it open it without tools,” hissed Trowa. “You’re the one lied to the Commander about Heero’s whereabouts,” Quatre hissed back. “How’s that going to look on your report?” “My report –?” Trowa began to protest, but then Wufei spoke again, his voice very close to the door. “I can’t hear anything in there. Maybe we should call Security to release the door…” Duo twisted his head around to look fully at Heero. Heero’s eyes were wide and glinting, and he shook his head, violently. Duo felt Heero’s cock throb up inside his ass, sending another shiver through both bodies. Damn, though Duo, viciously. Interrupt this, and the Wrath of Maxwell will be of apocalyptic proportions. “We’re here,” he called out, hoarsely. “We’re fine. No thanks to you lot.” “What did he say?” came Quatre’s voice, from some distance. “I’m not dashing all the way back up to Maintenance if they’re not stuck in there…” Stuck in here, thought Heero, wistfully. He looked down at where he was lodged inside Duo. He ran a gentle hand over Duo’s buttocks and sighed. The sweat was drying on their skin, rapidly. He pulled out a little way, but when Duo wriggled in protest, he slid back in. The visitors outside the room were distracting, but he was still hard enough, and near enough to keep this going… Duo swallowed heavily and clenched his ass muscles around Heero. “Get lost!” he called out to the others. “We’ll see you later. We’ll be fine.” Heero started to slide in and out of him, almost lazily. Duo’s fist tightened around his own cock. “Soon,” he hissed aloud. “Harder!” Heero hissed back, “When they’ve gone. You make too much noise when you come.” Duo’s eyes opened wide, ready to take offence, but the pre-cum leaking through his fingers merited more urgent attention. “He said they’re fine,” came Trowa’s voice. He was back by the door. “There’s something odd going on here. Duo didn’t sound right…” “Not homicidal enough?” came Wufei’s voice. Duo was gasping, jerking back and forth against the wall, his fingers curled tightly around the edge of the key cabinet to anchor himself. Heero’s hand was at his neck, pulling his head back, and he was fucking him with long, strong strokes. Duo bit his lip, torn between shrieking at the guys to ‘fuck off’ and moaning to Heero to ‘fuck harder’. He’d always said life was full of difficult choices. “Maybe we should leave them,” said Quatre. He sounded nervous. “Duo doesn’t have to sound homicidal to want to rip our limbs off. He’s very volatile that way.” Volatile? Duo thought. He clenched his fist on the cabinet, almost cutting his palm on the sharp edges. “Heero’s not exactly Mr Tolerant, either,” Trowa added. “We could lose some internal organs along with those limbs. And he has a rescheduled meeting with the Commander tomorrow. That doesn’t leave us much time to explain to them both this was just a harmless joke.” Harmless joke? Heero felt a spike of anger, and his thrusting became faster. “OK, I vote we leave them for a while longer,” said Wufei. His voice seemed to fade in and out, as if he were turning away from the door. “Then they’ll either be OK like they say, or they won’t be – in which case we’ll all lose limbs and organs and probably our service pensions, too. But I don’t see what else we can do for the moment.” “It’ll take a while to get the tools from Maintenance,” added Trowa, obviously agreeing. “It gives me time to call my broker and top up my medical cover,” muttered Quatre, obviously agreeing even more eagerly. Their voices were moving away, gradually. The corridor outside was quieting down again. Duo drew a deep breath. Then expelled it with a gasp as Heero thrust one last, deep time, his fingernails digging into Duo’s neck and his thighs slamming against the back of Duo’s legs. “Can’t… must…” Heero groaned. “Already have!” groaned Duo, his cock jerking in his fist and spitting hot cum into his palm. “Omigod, Omigod-” “So…amazing,” Heero ground out. His head went back and his cock sank more deeply than he thought was anatomically possible and he climaxed into Duo. His head swam with the delight: his knees started to buckle. “Duo…so much time wasted! If it hadn’t been for the guys locking us in here-” Duo was shuddering, and laughing, and grabbing back around his ass, to hold Heero tight against him. He twisted sharply, to look his new lover in the eye. “You know what I think those guys deserve?” he grinned. Heero never had the opportunity to answer. Instead, he watched - firstly with interest and then with horror - as the key cabinet started to peel away from the wall. Duo’s fist was still clutched around it and the pressure had proved too much for its moorings. Duo stumbled backwards, trying to keep his balance amongst the boxes and packaging on the floor, Heero’s cock sliding out of him, limp at last. “Just a cabinet -” he gasped. “No,” groaned Heero. They hadn’t seen it properly in the dim light. “It’s a junction box for the alarm.” “Alarm?” Duo stared at him. He looked comical, stark naked, his hair awry and a damp trail of cum dribbling down his left leg. Comical, Heero thought. But very, very cute. He suspected he looked just the same. He smiled. The alarm box hiccupped and suddenly the corridor was filled with a loud, rhythmic, cacophonous wail. Duo sank his head into his hands. “Response time was last logged at fifteen point three seconds,” he groaned. “I know, because I set it off by mistake, trying to hack into the vending machine.” Heero looked around him. He thought he could hear running footsteps in the corridor, on their way to ‘rescue’ them. He wondered idly how many items of clothing they could get back on before Security arrived with guns, tools, teargas and their sadly deficient sense of humour. Duo gazed at him. He ran a finger thoughtfully through the sticky mess on his belly, and lifted it to his mouth. Then grinned. “What was that seminar of yours?” His tongue sneaked out, licking the cum off his lips very deliberately. “Something about explosive materials in the operational environment, wasn’t it?” Heero started to laugh. It was a genuinely happy sound. “I’ve also hosted ‘Defensive behaviour in the field, both in and out of Uniform.” Duo bent down and picked up the discarded mop and handed it to Heero. “Here, then,” he said, still grinning. “You can hold them at bay!” ~ * ~
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