"Braiding Hair Can Be Sexy"

Written By: Karen The Huntress

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or its characters

Rating: R

Warnings: Lemon

Pairings: 1x2

Summary: Who knew that braiding hair could be so sexy?

"Braiding Hair Can Be Sexy "

Earth

Rebel Squadron Base 17

Steamy mist swirled inside the glass enclosed shower stall. Eyes shut, Duo Maxwell relished the almost too hot pelting spray. Humid fog seeped into every pore, yet, failed to alleviate stubborn soreness.

The previous day, during an intense battle, Deathscythe Hell took a direct hit on the cockpit hatch. Although restraint harnesses had been secured as tightly as range of motion would allow, the bone-jarring impact slammed Duo hard against the woven straps.

Stiff ligaments made the tiresome job of shampooing and conditioning his yard-long unbraided hair more difficult. Taut muscles cramped. Bruised shoulders throbbed. Entire right side ached.

Water shut off. Shower door slid aside. Bare feet warily stepped onto the cold tile floor. Boxer briefs wiggled over damp skin. Faded jeans followed. Duo grimaced from the strain of tugging a drab green tee shirt over his head.

Despite a towel draped around Duo's neck, dripping droplets speckled a path along the corridor to his assigned sleeping quarters.

In the windowless room shared with Heero Yuy, Duo found the pilot codenamed 01 sitting cross-legged on the first of two twin beds. Computer printouts shrouded disheveled bedcovers.

Heero's perplexed frown triggered speculation. Duo flopped down amongst the paper chaos. "Got a problem?"

Heero shook his head negatively, "Not a problem. More like a puzzle."

"I like puzzles."

Heero explained the odd behavior of his mechanized warrior. "These are the latest diagnostic analysis of Wing Zero's portside Linkage Systems. Arm couplings at the shoulders are capped at 6.5 appendicular tension but the interlink connection won't stay locked. There's either an interferential structural flaw or hindrance at the transfer point."

"What at the what?" Duo questioned the techno-babble.

Heero sighed in surrender, "Too tired for riddle solving tonight. I'll figure it out tomorrow."

Printouts relocated to the bedside table, Heero visually scanned Duo from damp head to roguish tight jeans. "You clean up nice." he observed then added with a cocky grin, "You don't smell like Deathscythe anymore."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"The perfect ambience of dust, food residues and precise blends of grease and hydraulic fluids." Heero clarified.

"Yeah." Duo launched the towel at his housekeeping critic. "Wing smells like Spring rain." was stated sarcastically.

Heero intercepted the cloth missile inches from his face. "I try to be tidy."

"I ain't fuckin' Martha Stewart." Duo retorted to the nit-picky review. "Anyway gotta comb my hair."

Initial attempt to detangle the long tresses ended in frustration. Again shoulder muscles protested. An involuntary groan shuddered in the quiet room.

Heero winced in empathic response. Just recovered from his own battle injuries, pain instigated by the slightest movement was still fresh in his memory. "I didn't realize you were bruised so badly." he sympathized, "Let me help."

Duo turned around backwards. Bare feet dangled off the bed.

By sheer length alone Duo's reddish brown hair was prone to jumbled confusion. Heero began at the crown. Slowly navigated the knotted minefield. Gentle combing encouraged Duo to relax.

Finally smooth. The silky mane was gathered at the nape of the neck and divided into three equal sections. One segment folded over the next interweaving continuous plats then an elastic band secured the end.

"Finished." Heero announced.

Duo pulled the thick braid over his shoulder for inspection. "Ya done good." he praised, "Gotta be a way to thank you."

Luckily Heero adhered to the proverbial adage: Actions speak louder than words.

Putting principle into practice Heero utilized a lustful kiss to fan flames of passion. Left hand slipped inside Duo's shirt. Fingertips circled one nipple, tweaked the taut nub. Right hand slithered down jeans until it cupped the conspicuous bulge straining against distended denim.

Duo bowed into the delicious touch. Soft moans, not pain but pleasure, fluttered over parted lips. "Don't stop." was begged in licentious anticipation.

Heero assured huskily. "Always finish what I start."

"Wouldn't want ya half-cocked." Duo confirmed. "You and me. Naked! Now!"

Emancipated manhood standing at attention, Duo laid back on the bed, guided his equally nude lover between wide-spread legs and aligned Heero's lube-slick, engorged shaft with his anal objective.

Driven by carnal desire Heero pushed inside in gradual, sensual, stimulating degrees. When fully seated Duo clutched fistfuls of bedsheets and rocked his hips in practiced cadence with hard thrusts designed to deliver ultimate gratification.

Heero tunneled a hand around Duo's throbbing erection. Thumb fondled the oozing tip. Over and over that talented hand pumped and prodded to the point of no return.

Heartbeats merged into a single metered tempo.

Wordless petitions. Primal grunts. Curses hissed through clenched teeth.

Over the edge!

Guttural growls accented mutual crescendos. United lovers climaxed in erotic ecstasy.

Duo collapsed. "Damn." was declared as the last ejaculatory vestiges pulsed along every inch of his sensitive anal hollow.

Flaccid manhood sheathed inside, Heero kissed Duo's sweaty chest. "Amazing." he concurred before pulling out and snuggling beside his sated lover.

Not at all like his intimidating Death God persona, Duo rested without worry in his partner's protective embrace.

Heero guided a disheveled braid over Duo's bare shoulder, ran his hand down the entire frayed length. "This is a mess. Have to braid your hair again."

Duo fondled Heero's reawakening erection. "Gotta better idea. Skip the braidin' and redo the lovin'."

 

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