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"Sharpest Lives"Written By: Miss Murdered Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing – just enjoy playing with the characters far too much. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU, yaoi, m/m sexual relations of the
lemon variety, as near as a series of PWP as I can get (which is not
*that* near), bad language, violence, angst, sap, creative license
regarding law Pairings: 1x2x1 Summary: Heero and Duo are criminals travelling and committing crimes to escape their pasts and build a future over the Mexican border. A story of young love, sex and crime in a series of connected one-shots. This fic is a series of one-shots so they do not
feature direct continuity and were meant to be smutty and fun but
kinda transformed into something a bit more complicated as I wrote
them… The title is taken from the My Chemical Romance
song Sharpest Lives and each chapter is inspired by a particular song
(though I guess you all know that by now!) As always, this fic was beta-d by ELLE and it
is all down to her encouragement that a 5000 word one-shot morphed
into the 30k fic that it is today. " Sharpest Lives" Part Two End Transmission The black convertible was not the type of car they usually stole. It was flashy. Expensive. They usually stuck to hot-wiring older wrecks that they could drive to the next town and dump and burn without giving a shit. Cars that didn't have value attached to them, that didn't always get reported to the police and so it was easy, clean, and over quickly. This car - the Chevy Camaro convertible - newest damn model would be missed even as they drove away from the home of the asshole they'd been ripping off. It had been a risky score from the beginning. Heero was more comfortable with the jobs he damn suggested, the small time diners and gas stations and convenience stores but Duo had a whole con going on and had worked it for a few weeks. A con that Heero had not been at all comfortable from the beginning but one that he went along with for this - for the car, for the cash, for some tech and old jewellery that could be sold for a few weeks' worth of gas money and sleazy cheap motel cash. And this was what Duo was better at than him anyway, all those words and all that talk, those big eyes, those tight jeans and he'd hit his mark and his mark had responded as expected. It had only taken a few weeks of Duo being in that bar, a new tight shiny shirt clinging and jeans minus holes that they'd bought at an actual mall and Duo had told him it would be worth it. Told him with a deep kiss in the changing room and a hand down the front of Heero's pants. It was difficult to argue with that. It was damn difficult to argue with the results. A rich long haired blonde guy drugged and left tied up on the bed and it would be hours before he woke up. Hours that would get them away, the GPS disabled and all trace of this car would be gone soon. It would be a shame to burn the thing but they couldn't risk chop shops or selling it or anything as dumb as fuck as that. The parts of expensive cars had serial numbers, had identifiable parts that once the theft had got reported - once the guy had woken up and realised that his easy lay had fucked him - then the car would be the number one way of tracking them down. If the car was burnt then it may be recognisable but it wouldn't trace to them. Or so Heero damn hoped. They were getting riskier, he knew that, escalating, wanting to make more cash and get nearer to that stupid dream of Mexico. He looked over to Duo driving the convertible at a speed far exceeding the limit but the road was empty. The darkness of the middle of the night meant they saw the occasional trucker but nothing besides that. He tried to relax. Duo was always telling him that. "Relax, the cops ain't got nothing on us." Maybe they did. Maybe they didn't but he figured that this couldn't end well. He hid those thoughts when they clouded his mind, would look over at Duo's eyes and forget and remember some damn optimism. Like now. They were on an empty highway in an incredible car, the top down, the stars above them and it was a million miles from the shit they'd come from. And maybe he fucking had indulged Duo with the car - knew that Duo liked cars as he'd had a habit of stealing them from a very young age and was a very accomplished driver despite not having a license but it was better than his mood in the recent weeks. Knew it was an anniversary of something. A death, whichever death, as they had too many significant deaths between them but that smile had seemed a bit damn forced and then the con had taken Duo's mind away from him while he worked the tall long haired blonde but now - now, damn it, this was now time for them. Heero reached over to touch Duo's thigh, running his hand over black denim. The response to the contact was a jerk of the head and a curious look. It wasn't like him to be reckless. He knew the speed they were driving and teasing was not in his usual activities. It was part of Duo's whole fucking personality but not Heero's so the light teasing touch wasn't expected. "Heero?" Duo's voice was cautious, quiet with the sound of the rushing scenery around them, as Heero leaned across the centre of the car, over the gear stick to run a tongue over his jaw and then whisper into his ear. "Want you." He could feel Duo shiver at his touch and the words. It was always Duo that was vocal, that said what he wanted and talked all the damn time. Not Heero. So the words were damn effective. He'd always been taught not to say anything. Odin lived his life in fear of the past they'd run from all his young life - the life that meant they left Japan when his mother died, left Russia, England, found themselves in New York and then other cities until finally settling in the North West. And it was there that his past was never going to catch him up and Heero would say he was his father in public and nothing else. Silence was what he damn learnt. But Odin's past had caught up with him. And a bullet to the head had been the price. "Lemme pull over," Duo said, his eyes drifting down to where Heero's hand was resting on his thigh, fingertips teasing upwards and Heero glanced out to the abandoned road to see that there was no oncoming traffic before his hand reached groin and rubbed to feel a hardening dick. Duo was fucking easy. It was the advantage of being young and wanting to take each other in like a drug whenever it was damn possible. And with the con, with the whole rich blonde guy, they'd not been as active. Casing his house, watching his security measures, following his movements and then striking - it had meant that they'd barely touched and to touch now was going to be too fucking much. Least Duo was an accomplished driver as even though his head went backwards into the headrest at the pressure over his cock, he'd not swerved and with a smirk Heero wondered if he could blow him and if Duo could keep that level of concentration but then erratic driving was not what they needed to be doing. Drawing attention to themselves was a bad move and the car was a damn mistake but if it was a mistake to take it, to drive in the darkness with stars above them, then they might as well enjoy the thing. "Jesus... fuck..." he heard Duo say over the sound of the rushing wind as he continued stroking hard flesh through denim. The car began to slow down, a sudden jerk of steering wheel that indicated they were pulling off the road. Duo had managed to maintain concentration to find a scenic pull off, the park benches that would provide cute families in RV's places to picnic but that was the last thing on their minds as Duo braked a little too hard, the only indication that Heero's touch had effected his driving skills. "Stop," Duo said, gripping Heero's wrist tight, "unless all you're intending is a hand job 'cos fuck -" The rest of his words were stalled as Heero's head leaned in and took those moving lips, tilting his head, sliding a tongue into an already open mouth, the grip on his hand loosening but he didn't continue his torturous rubbing through fucking jeans. He didn't intend to just give Duo a hand job - wanted more than that - needed more than that. Needed to get rid of those barriers that had been there the last few weeks, the fact that Duo wouldn't tell him which death or which shitty experience it was the anniversary of. Could be the death of the mother he barely remembered. Or could be some memory of that orphanage that he never said shit about, heard the rumours in juvie and knew what that meant - a few snide remarks about the priests and the boys but Duo never said anything about it and Heero never pushed. Or it could be when he was in the gangs, making his way, stealing cars and dealing before warfare erupted and he'd only remained alive by ending up in juvie. Ironic that being caught had saved his life. He knew it wasn't anywhere near the time they gave up on the "normal" life they'd been offered. The months where Duo had worked in a ratty diner, bussing tables as the old dude in shades who worked there took pity on him despite the record and Heero had managed to find some low level badly paying construction that was anonymous and paid in cash. And they'd had that one room apartment, where the bed was only an inch from the kitchenette and the bathroom was the size of a stamp and the shower had that weird rusty brown stain that was probably blood. The "psycho" shower as Duo called it, flippantly, finding humour in their situation as he always did. It wasn't when Heero got a stupid call on his cell as the hospital tried to find someone to sit with the bruised, beaten kid that was probably not going to see through the night. But they had too many anniversaries between them and he would erase whatever the fuck Duo was remembering with his tongue deep down his throat, with a hand returning to stroke and to move as close as he could in the confined space of the car. They'd never fucked in a car before and the practicalities of the situation became apparent, that at least it was a convertible but there wasn't a ton of space and the gear stick was sticking into his ribs as Heero leaned over, the kiss becoming sloppier and more impatient and then parting, a connection of saliva between them as they separated. "You got a plan for this?" Duo asked, his tone breathy and he licked his lips. "Switch seats." Duo raised his eyebrows confused but as Heero opened the door and stood, Duo slid himself into the passenger seat and then figured out his intention as Heero returned to the car, straddling him on the leather seat. "More room on the passenger side," Heero said simply. "Always gotta be practical." Before Duo could make another smart ass comment, Heero returned to his lips and ground down into Duo's body, creating hot friction in the cold night and he felt him grunt into his mouth at the pleasurable torture the movement was creating. But his own movements were stalled when fingers found his nipples underneath the thin t-shirt, the sharp pinch providing a moment of white hot pleasure that went down to his already growing erection. The pressure made him throw his head back a little, his hair in his eyes and his eyes closed as then he felt the shirt being pushed up and a tongue soothing the abused flesh. "Fuck," he muttered, feeling the hands now down his jeans, buttons miraculous undone and zipper down and he felt like he was losing control of the situation as Duo's hand sought out his hard dick and he had intended that he was going to do this for Duo not the other damn way round. His hands were harsh as he grabbed for wrists, pinning them down to the leather of the seat, his strength being superior and he felt Duo's gasping breaths against his chest at the show of aggression through the thin t-shirt material that had slid back down after the attention caused to his abused nipples. "The fuck, 'Ro?" The voice was angry but he released Duo's left hand and used his own right to run his fingers over Duo's chest, over the stupid shiny shirt and down to waist, further and then palming the hardness before deftly, with one hand, undoing button and pulling down zipper. Seeing the look in Duo's eyes, the anger and confusion now faded, he released the other hand to help his task, pulling at tight jeans and grey boxer shorts so that his cock was released in the cold night air. "Relax," he said, a slight smirk on his lips as he repeated Duo's words - those words he used so many times. Relax the cops ain't here. Relax this will work. Relax, Heero, stop thinking and now he was going to stop damn thinking. He wanted this now - the hard dick in his hand, the panting young man underneath him and the slight kink of sex under the stars in a stolen vehicle. Heero removed his hands momentarily, finding the damn lube he carried around in his pocket and pushed down his own jeans and underwear as best as he could in the confined space. It seemed Duo had finally caught on and understood his intention as he passed the small tube over and their eyes met. "You want...?" Duo's voice was unsure in the darkness. It wasn't that it didn't happen but Heero knew he maintained control in this relationship or as much as it was possible with Duo. That he tended to be more dominant, that he was the one who did most of the fucking but there were times when he wanted to prove something to the man he'd promised they'd never be apart and it was them forever and this was one of those. Erase those damn memories. Fuck the anniversary. "Yeah." He focused on blue eyes blinking in starlight at the first pressure of a finger, the touch for a second startling and unfamiliar but he tried to damn relax, horny as they were, as the slide of finger felt more than he could stand, biting his damn lip and Duo seemed to understand, his other hand reaching down to his cock, stroking languidly, fingertips feeling ever damn inch, to tip and collecting moisture that he found there. Duo then raised his finger to his lips, the flick of tongue erotic and the knowledge of what Duo was tasting being even more of turn on and he felt compelled to meet those lips again, taste the slight hint of salt in that mouth as another finger joined the first. The feel of those fingers became too damn much, the third joining the other two and he found his body instinctively starting to rock back onto them, even as they tried to maintain the contact between lips as he felt the slick rhythm increase and his body craved more than those fingers - to be connected more intimately, Duo's hard dick inside him like it hadn't been for some time and to feel that movement inside him. He gasped, unable to help the noise, as he felt the hit of prostate and he thought he saw a different sort of stars than those above him in the night sky. Those fingers continued that movement, Heero's head falling forward onto the top of Duo's, riding out the pleasure, feeling hot gasping breaths on his neck and the pleasure of being finger fucked but it wasn't what he damn wanted or needed though he was sure it would bring him off. He tried to communicate his damn need but words were blurring, instead, he reached out for where Duo had discarded the lube onto the driver's seat and found the cap awkwardly, opening it with shaking fingers as pleasure rippled through him again and he found Duo's cock, spreading the sticky substance over it, feeling the moan of pleasure from his ministrations as fingers were removed and he changed his position in the awkward space, leaned back a little in order to feel the first press and the slide of hot hard flesh inside of him. "Fuck... you're tight..." Duo said as each inch entered him, the slow connection rippling through every nerve ending in Heero's body. He felt a hand grip his hips to assist, the other around his waist and they were both panting and sweaty in the cold night air as they were finally fully connected, Heero's eyes closed tight as he focused on relaxing his body, feeling every inch of Duo inside him. They stilled, bodies joined but barely wanting to move as there was something intense about this, about giving himself to Duo that he did so rarely - that he proved he gave up on some of his damn control, that they weren't just lovers or something. Equals. Partners in every part of their lives and they belonged together whether like this or with Heero buried inside the braided young man. Fuck, whatever, it was good. Blue eyes met and Heero moved a shaky hand to brush aside a bang of long hair from Duo's sweaty forward. The moment of tenderness was broken by an experimental movement of hips and then Heero responded, moving his body down, trying to find a rhythm, both mostly dressed and in a stolen Chevy Convertible. It was like a wet dream. Porn. A fucking masturbation fantasy. Their bodies clashed, colliding hard together, hips thrusting in counter rhythm and he could hear Duo's litany of curses - always damn vocal during sex - but he just managed a few grunts, a couple of groans and a gasp as Duo's cock brushed the spot inside him that made him shiver and body jerk. Sweat dripped down the back of his neck and he focussed only on the movement of his body, his eyes wide as a sticky hand found his own dick, the lubrication making each stroke quick and easing Duo's hand. He felt the stirring in his gut, each thrust inside and stroke bringing him closer to the edge and he felt Duo's thrusts becoming less even, less in time, ragged as his own orgasm rapidly approached and their hips met, the position taking Duo deep and it was too fucking much and he felt his own cum spurt onto a hand and Duo's chest and neck. The hips underneath him kept thrusting, even more wild and Heero could only slump and ride it out as Duo finally found his own pinnacle and came, hot and hard inside him, the sound of his name being spoken like a curse in the darkness. A hand brushed aside the long hair around his face, a trace of stickiness on them forgotten and Heero experimentally moved, his limbs feeling strained due to the position and he rose himself off Duo, both groaning at the feeling of being apart after the intensity. Heero opened the car door, rising to stand, and pulled up his jeans and boxers despite the stickiness and walked around the car to sit in the driver's seat. He heard Duo exhale deeply, not having moved at all. "What was that about 'Ro?" "You were remembering something..." Heero said, his hand reaching to his jaw and forcing his head to turn so that they were looking at each other. "It ain't somethin' that needs talking about." Heero had expected that answer and he would never push. Never make him reveal everything. He'd not told Duo every shitty moment of his life. "Did you forget?" Duo smirked and leaned over to meet Heero's lips. "Yeah, you sure made me forget." They kissed, deeply and only stopping when air became necessary. "But I am so fucking sticky... you kinda enjoyed yourself there." The shirt that he'd bought for the con was now pretty stained and Heero only shrugged, not apologising and started the car. "You might want to zip up." "Yeah, yeah, Yuy, you just drive me to a motel," he said, grudgingly, though zipping up as he did. As Heero drove, the air whipping through his hair, he glanced over at Duo, lost in his own thoughts and reached out a hand to twine fingers together, not caring for the stickiness or anything, just wanting the contact of skin. "We're getting closer," Heero stated. Closer to Mexico, closer to stop pulling risky jobs and even riskier cons and they just had to remember that. That they were so far away from where they came from. Both of them. "Yeah, let's keep goin'."
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