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" The Preventer"Written By: Presser Pairings : 1x2x1 Disclaimer : Gundam Wing characters aren't mine Rating : NC 17 Warnings : fluff, lemon, humor "The Preventer" Heero and Duo Take a Break "Absolutely not!" Duo said, putting down his fork and glaring across the modest dinette table in the corner of the living room. "We are /not/ doing this every day." "Why not?" Heero said with a crooked grin under half-lidded eyes. He speared a strip of the pan-fried flank steak he had cooked to celebrate their first tick in the win column and popped it in his mouth, chewing slowly. "Too risky," Duo said, reaching for his beer. He tipped the pilsner glass fellow Gundam pilot Quatre Winner had given him last Christmas to his mouth and sipped. The spicy aroma of a Sam Adams Boston Lager tickled his nose. "You think so?" Heero said around his steak. "I know so," Duo said, putting down his glass. "Horace would've walked in on us if it hadn't been for Lady Une --" "Which was a complete accident," Heero said. Duo opened his mouth, then closed it without speaking. He narrowed his eyes. "So we got lucky." "Yes, didn't we?" Heero said as he lifted grocery-store Cabernet to his lips. He lowered the glass and pushed his plate away. "Well," he said slowly, careful not to smile, "that kind of depends on what you mean by 'lucky,' doesn't it?" Duo blushed. "Fuck you," he growled. "So," Heero said, "did Horace --" "Shut /up/, okay?" "Well, he didn't catch you, did he?" "He damn well nearly did," Duo said. Duo had rushed to the men's room, into the stall nearest the entrance and dropped his pants, standing over the toilet to finish the job Heero had started in the janitor's closet. At the exact moment of climax, Horace had banged open the door to clean the place. Duo lost his footing and fell forward, his knees hitting the toilet seat as semen rocketed upward. "You haven't come close to heart failure until you've experienced Horace yelling 'Anyone in here? I gotta mop now' right as you're. . .um. . .unloading. . ." "You want to finish telling the tale?" Duo summoned his best you-so-deserve- to-die stare. Heero blew a small kiss at his lover, finishing with a slight smile. Two seconds, three, and Duo's demeanor cracked. With a melodramatic roll of his eyes and exaggerated sigh, he relaxed, speaking with a smirk. "Sure, why-the-hell not?" Duo had intended to keep his mishap to himself, but when he re-entered the office he shared with his partner, Heero questioned his stiff gait. Duo said only "It's nothing. I just bumped my knees in the bathroom." Heero immediately sensed Duo was holding back. When he pressed the matter, Duo added, "Look: I almost ran into Horace again, okay? Let's just leave it at that." As usual, Heero quickly deduced the probable cause. He smiled, knowing he would get the full story at home after work. Heero waited for Duo to gather his thoughts and dignity, then said, "Go on." Another sigh, and Duo related the unfortunate timing of Howard's entrance. Heero did his best to listen without showing his enjoyment. "So," Duo said, "I somehow managed to keep from yelling in pain. Then I realized Howard was about to assume the bathroom was empty, so I said -- kind of croaked, actually -- 'Just a minute, okay?' He said, 'Sure,' and I held my breath until I heard the door close. Then I looked down and --" "And that explains," Heero said, "why your bangs and jacket were wet." "I scrubbed for what seemed like a half hour, but the spot on my jacket only got worse." You have any idea how quickly the paper towels we use at work come apart when you're --" "When you're trying to clean come off of a brand new Preventers uniform?" "Who's telling this story?" "All right, all right. I won't interrupt again." "Thank you." After a pause, Duo continued. "It wasn't hard getting it out of my hair. I mean, it's not like I haven't had -- I'm warning you! -- to do that before." Duo blushed. "Okay, like, I've done it more than once." Heero raised both eyebrows and tilted his head down just a bit. "Okay, damn it! I've done it so often I'm pretty much an expert on cleaning come -- /your/ come, I might add -- out of my hair." Duo paused again, then added, "Geez!" "So, yeah," he added. "That's about all there is to it." "Knees all better?" "Pretty much." Heero nodded. "Hn." He picked up his flatware and plate, silently counting as he moved toward the kitchenette. /One second, two, three, and -- / "Hey! Why'd you ask?" "Well," Heero said, turning slowly and drawing out his words, "you might need to use them later tonight, and I wouldn't feel right about --" "Bastard!" Duo said with a smile. /Monday, December 15, AC 199, 9:14p/ "Gods, Duo, I don't think I'll ever get tired of pounding your ass," Heero said from the bathroom. "You better not," Duo said. He was on the
bed, one arm between his head and pillow, the sheets pushed down to
his knees. His own come was Heero returned to the bed with a wet washcloth, steam rising from it in the chill. He moved to Duo's side of the bed and knelt. Duo made purring sounds as Heero cleaned his stomach with long, languid strokes. "You are so much better to me than I deserve, you know." "Don't," Heero said. "We've talked about you demeaning yourself, and --" "Yeah, I know. I shouldn't. But you pamper me like I'm a crown prince." "You are. You're /my/ crown prince." Duo rolled his eyes. "Ye gods. If I had known you'd get this mushy one you loosened up emotionally, I might have had second thoughts about encouraging you." Heero stood with a smile, put an arm across his chest, his hand flat against his shoulder, and bowed slightly. "Crown Prince Duo, what is your command?" Duo scanned Heero's naked body from the tousled dark-chocolate hair that fell into his eyes, down his well-developed pecs and stomach, and focused on his lover's groin, where a half-hard penis was working toward a full erection. "Well, my slave, since you asked. . ." When he realized Duo wasn't going to finish his thought, Heero looked up to see a libidinous smile below wide eyes that were pointedly staring at him. Heero looked down, back up, and blushed. "Oh." "It's obvious that you're just about fully reloaded. And I certainly don't want to lay awake next to a frustrated man tossing and turning in his sleep." "You're insatiable." "It's one of my best character traits. Maybe even number one." "So," Heero said, straightening and pushing his hips forward, "how do you want it this time?" Duo sat forward and took Heero's engorged cock into his mouth, lips sliding down the shaft until the head touched the back of his throat. He relaxed his muscles and eased forward until his lips met the dark curls at the base. Heero shuddered. Duo began to hum "It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas." He pulled back until his throat was clear and mumbled around Heero's cock. "Leth jus see whur thinkgs go on thehr own." He brought his teeth together and lightly dragged them outward until only the tip of Heero's dick was between his lips. He tongued the slit, puckered his lips in a kiss, then lay back on the bed with lust-filled eyes. Heero put one knee on the bed, swung the other over Duo's hips, and leaned down to pillage his mouth. /Thursday, December 18, AC 199, 8:54a/ "No fucking way, Heero. Not there. Besides, we just got here less than an hour ago." Heero and Duo sat at their respective desks in the office assigned to them on the seventh floor. It was a large room, but a bank of filing cabinets used for Preventer archives lined two walls, and a third was a floor-to-ceiling window of tinted, one-way glass divided into four large panes. Though not cramped, the two newest Preventers had a little less than half of the office's space for their use. Heero responded to Duo softly, with a neutral tone of voice. "There's nothing wrong with a little early morning pick-me-up, is there?" "Maybe at home, but --" "You promised we'd --" "I know what I promised," Duo said, lowering his voice, "but I didn't figure on public sex." "Just when," Heero said, "did you think we'd be doing this? At night? They lock the front doors at five-thirty. " "And the second and third shifts keep satellite surveillance monitoring going." Duo paused. "They're skeleton crews of low-level grunts. I'm sure we could get them to let us in on the pretext that we forgot a file that needs to be finished by first thing in the morning." "Good idea," Heero said, leaning back in his chair and swiveling to face the window. Duo visibly relaxed. "I'll keep that in mind for a couple of rooms that would be inadvisable to attempt with the full staff present." Duo's eyes widened. He rolled them upward, then leaned forward. "And another thing: who put you in charge? I don't recall agreeing to you making all the rules and decisions." Heero pivoted his chair to face Duo again. "I've just been leading the way because you've been dragging your feet." "Good thing, too," Duo said. "If I let you run this without interference, we'd probably be under the jail by now." "Okay," Heero said, righting his chair and sitting forward. "You get to plan the next two. Then we take turns leading every other time." Heero paused. "As long," he added, "as I'm always the fuck/er/ and you're always the fuck/ee." "Of course," Duo said. Although he had topped once or twice with other boys before he met Heero, Duo was comfortable always bottoming for his life partner. They had never discussed the matter; Heero simply assumed that he'd top, and Duo was more than happy to take the receiving role. He was sure that if he ever felt the need to reverse positions Heero would go along, but his last statement -- the first time Heero had brought up the subject -- cast considerable doubt on the matter. Duo mentally filed away the task of further discussion for another time. "I can think of only one other rule: we do this a minimum of twice a week." Duo sighed heavily. "I can go along with that." Heero reached for his coffee, lifting it from the Brookstone mug warmer to his right and sipped. The dark French roast was hot and vibrant on his tongue, just the way he liked it. He breathed in the bold, smoky aroma and exhaled slowly. "Okay, then," he said. "Let's go." He stood. Duo sighed heavily once more; he remained seated. "Are you /sure/ we're not going to get caught?" he said, looking up at Heero. "The break room is public, you know. And I don't want to get busted." "Neither do I," Heero said. "Like I told you on the way to work, we have to do this at nine o'clock. That's when the general meeting in the theater is called. Everyone in the building except Horace, Reception, and Security have to be there, and official break time isn't until ten-fifteen. "If it helps, I'll tell you what I want to do." Duo nodded. "Believe me, it'll help." "Okay," Heero said. He launched into his explanation as though moderating a final review meeting covering mission strategy. "I still plan on keeping it simple until we get the hang of this thing. That means just a blow job again. You'll have to keep your pants up in case someone does walk in. If that happens, we both drop to the floor, backs to the room. I'll pop out a contact lens, and we'll use that as cover for why we're in that position. After a minute, I'll stand and converse with our interrupter, and walk him to the door. That should give you time to. . .um. . .put things away. Heero finished with a simple "Got it?" "Yeah," Duo said, "got it." He paused. "I'll tell you what else I've got: you've made this as completely unromantic as possible. You'd think this was a field mission." Duo crossed his arms. Heero walked to Duo's desk, standing in front of it and squarely facing his lover. "You want romance? I give you plenty of that at home -- you can't deny that. This, however, is just a simple quickie. I want to see how much we can get away with under Lady Une's nose. "So, yeah," Heero said, "it /is/ kind of like a mission." He paused, then brightened, smiling just a bit. "Think of it as a personal mission with perks." "Yeah," Duo said sourly, crinkling his eyebrows together. Then he relaxed them and gave Heero the slightest of smiles. "Of course, I can't deny that I want you." He paused. "And it /is/ kind of exciting." "That's my boy," Heero said. He looked at his watch. "Come on. It's nine-oh-two. We're wasting time." Duo stood and followed Heero out of their office as he headed to the break room. * * * "So, Duo said, "tell me what excuse we're giving to Une when she asks why we weren't at the meeting." They turned the corner at the end of the hall. Heero headed for the polygonal spiral staircase that ran through an atrium open from ground level to the seventh floor ceiling. He hurried silently down the two flights from floor seven to five, where the Preventers' break room was. Bright, early-winter sunlight lanced through hanging baskets of lush greenery to light up the angular surfaces of the building. None met exactly at right angles; all were painted a uniform, cool, and calming white lilac. As Duo followed, he noted the light playing off Heero's hair: isolated strands of deep bronze, burnt umber, and Indian tan all mixed with the dominate dark chocolate of his shaggy locks. Heero stopped abruptly at Duo's words. Duo ran headlong into him. Both stumbled, and Heero glared over his shoulder at his partner. "Don't know," he growled. "You think of one." He resumed his downward plunge to the fifth floor. Duo raised both eyebrows high, then took steps two-by-two until he caught up with Heero. "I can't believe it. Something Heero Yuy didn't think of? I'm --" "Can it," Heero said without looking back. /Gods, when he's on mission. . ./ They reached the fifth floor, and Heero looked left-right to make sure the halls were clear. "Looks like everyone's already in the theater. That's good." He turned to Duo. "Act casual." Heero moved into the hallway at a moderate pace. "Act casual," Duo muttered under his breath. "You'd think he didn't know what we were about to do." "What was that?" Heero said, slowing to let Duo catch up. "Nothing, nothing." "Here." Heero turned left into the break room. Along one wall of the mid-size room stood a bank of vending machines, one with a five-foot splash of ice-encrusted Dasani, another filled with plasticized cheese puffs and dental-hostile Butterfingers. Between them nestled a sandwich machine offering weeks-old, hermetically sealed chicken salad on white and frostbitten cheeseburgers. A trash can and recycle bin for aluminum cans stood in the sixty-five-degree corner between the machines and the wall sporting a long cabinet bearing a microwave, coffee maker, draining board, and sink. Above the sink a paper towel dispenser hung next to an anti-bacterial soap squirter. In the middle of the room four small tables were enclosed by clutches of low-slung, modernistic chairs covered in vivid cinnabar fabric . "Okay," Heero said. "Looks like we can do this without a problem." He surveyed the room, slowly turning a full circle. When he faced Duo, he stopped. "What?" he said in response to the scowl on Duo's face. "You know, your this-is-a-routine- mission attitude really puts a damper on anything like --" "Like what?" Heero said. "Romance? I told you I can -- I do, have, and will -- give you plenty of that at home." He narrowed his eyes, then smiled. "This, however, is all about lust." "And a perverse desire to see how far you can go without getting caught." Heero's smile grew bigger. "Of course. That's part of the excitement." He paused again. "But don't think for a moment that, um, that /you/ don't count." "Excuse me?" "Don't take that the wrong way, Duo. All I'm saying is that, even though this may be a game, there's no way I'd want to play it with anyone but you." Duo relaxed his glare a tiny bit. "Yeah?" Heero moved toward Duo until they were nose-to-nose. "Yeah." He air-kissed Duo, who leaned forward and flicked Heero's upper lip with his tongue. "Okay," Heero said. "Let's do this." "Where?" "I thought about this yesterday when I was down here for coffee with Wufei. There's really only one place that provides even a little bit of cover." Heero walked to the corner between the cabinet and vending machines and grabbed the edge of the two canisters there. He pulled the recycle bin and trash can forward, then looked back a Duo. "Get over here." "What?" Duo said. "In the corner by the snack machine? You're crackbrained. " "Where else? You'd rather we do this under a table?" Duo looked over the room. "I could put you on the counter and suck you off next to the --" "Okay, okay!" Duo said. He shuffled to the corner, mumbling as he moved. "Note to self: stop trying to help Heero 'open up.'" Heero pulled the recycle bin aside; Duo stepped around it and turned to face Heero. Heero pushed the trash can next to the recycle bin, forming a makeshift barrier angling away from the corner of the snack machine. He pushed his lover into the corner, then knelt and unzipped his pants. Reaching into his lover's fly, he quickly found the edge of his bikini briefs and pushed past it to snag Duo's cock. "You're soft," Heero said, looking up at Duo, "Yeah, well, like I said, you haven't exactly --" "I think I can fix that." Heero began massaging Duo's penis, tenting his briefs with his knuckles to make room for his fingers. He slid them up and down the cock, teasing the head with a nail, then crawling spider-like down the shaft with three fingers. When he reached the base, he twirled one fingertip through the tangle of curls there. Duo made soft guttural sounds. As Heero's fingers traveled up the shaft, he felt it rapidly hardening. When he reached the tip, he encircled it, then pulled it from its hiding place. Duo sucked in breath, closed his eyes. "Looks like you're ready," Heero said. He bent to the purpling head and kissed it, pulled back to see it throb. He kissed it again, this time keeping his lips close. His tongue flicked out, wet the tip. Again Duo's cock throbbed. Duo began a subdued, throaty purring. His hips began to undulate forward, back, forward. Heero took Duo, his lips barely covering the head, and sucked, coaxing precome from the urethra. He slid down the shaft slowly, stroking it with his tongue, until the head met the back of his throat. Duo, now fully erect, nudged his hips forward. Heero opened his mouth and breathed in, closing his eyes, willing his throat to relax. The head slid forward and down. Heero closed his lips in the silky locks at the base, and flexed his throat in a swallowing motion. Duo gasped, tensed, leaned forward, his back coming off of the snack machine. He grabbed Heero's hair with both hands and bent forward. His cock slipped away from Heero, and he whimpered with the loss of tight heat. Heero pursued, pushing his head forward to repeat the sequence, sending Duo reeling back against the machine with a bang, his hips jutting forward. Heero's throat suddenly constricted as Duo's penis jabbed deep against the back of his throat. /Gods, I've never taken him in this far before./ With a concentrated effort, Heero eased back, willing away his gag reflex. When his lover's cock was centered in his mouth, he opened his lips again to breathe. He closed on the organ, lowering his jaw to make as much room as possible, and circling it with his tongue. He pumped his head back and forth on the solid, pulsing prick. Duo writhed, clutching Heero's hair, his fingers tightening, releasing, squeezing. He grew loud. Heero stopped working Duo's cock, looked up at him. He withdrew until just the head was in his mouth and spoke. "Look at me." Duo looked down, his eyes snapping open. "What?" "I want you to watch me do this." Heero bent lower so he could keep his eyes locked with Duo's as he resumed laving Duo's prick. Precome flowed freely now, mixing with Heero's saliva. He made slurping sounds as he opened his mouth to swallow, the shallow tang of his lover lacing the taste buds at the back of his tongue. /Fuck! Oh, my gods, fuck me senseless. He always draws this out, makes me have to beg. . ./ Heero breathed in through his nose, and Duo's scent -- even though his pants were up and briefs held to the side by Heero's thumbs -- hit him, flaming his own adrenaline. He licked circles around the cock, then closed his eyes and gave himself to the work of bringing his lover off. Duo suddenly remembered where he was, and tensed. "No," Heero said softly. He released his thumbs, and Duo's bikini briefs snapped against the base of his cock. "Unh! Unhhh. . .uhmmm. . ." Duo fell back, relaxed, closed his eyes, moaned, his fingers now loose in Heero's hair. "I -- I'm -- almost -- there -- gods, Heero, please, for gods' sake, let me -- let me -- come. . ." /Certainly/, Heero thought. With his hands now free, he slipped one around Duo's cock, just the thumb and forefinger snaring the base. The other went between his legs and found his testes, rubbing them back and forth through the thick twilled khaki of his Preventers' uniform as he pumped the boy's cock hard and fast. With a gasp and a high, plaintive cry, Duo came, his semen splashing against the back of Heero's throat. The snack machine vibrated, rattled against its vending buddies. As Duo came, his hips jutted back and forth, his ass slamming the machine in reply to each jerk forward as he climaxed. Thick, salty fluid filled Heero's mouth. He swallowed as Duo's penis convulsed four times, five, six, seven, filling his mouth a second time. /Damn. The boy's wad is so big you'd think he was peeing./ Heero swallowed again, then again. He sucked gently, cleaning as he withdrew, stopping at the tip to suck the remaining come there. Above him, Duo lay limp in the corner, tipping the snack machine off the floor. He shuddered, opened his eyes, looked down at Heero. "Good?" Heero said with a smirk. "Fuck, yes. When has a blow job from you not been incredible?" Heero smiled. Suddenly he tensed, frowned, turned his head. "Put it put it away. Fast." Duo immediately stood. The snack machine fell to the floor with a bang. Heero muttered "fuck!" under his breath as Duo slipped his softening prick into his briefs, adjusting, pulling up the zip as Heero stood, leaned back, and put thumb and forefinger to one eye. With his other forefinger he touched the contact lens there and turned his finger over, then flicked his middle finger against it. It fell to the floor. "Watch your feet." Duo saw what Heero was doing, and dropped to his knees. He pretended to search for the lens. Heero stood and put grabbed the trash can and recycling bin, pulling them back. As Zechs Marquise entered the break room, Heero turned toward Duo so his back was to the door. "You don't see it, either?" "What's going on?" Heero turned his head -- not too quickly, he hoped -- "Oh, hi, Zechs. I lost a contact, and Duo's helping me look for it." Zechs approached the snack machine and poked his head around it. Duo was on his knees, looking up directly at Zechs. He blushed and quickly lowered his head. "Looks like hard work," Zechs said, keeping his face neutral. "Why do you say that?" Duo said, looking up again. "For one thing, you're sweating." Duo's eyes widened. "I am?" He swallowed loudly, then quickly dropped his head again. "I don't know how it got back there," Heero said casually. "I felt something in my eye -- kind of a sudden, sharp pain -- and when I tried to rub it, my lens popped out. We've searched where we were sitting, and -- well --" "There's nowhere else to search, right?" "Yeah." "I had the same problem every now and then before I had Lasik done. You should think about it, Heero." "I don't know. The idea of someone stabbing my eye with a laser --" "Found it!" Duo said, popping up with the clear lens on the tip of an index finger. "At last," Heero said. "Thanks." "Don't mention it." Duo stood and held out his finger as Heero moved forward and cupped his palm. Duo turned his finger over and flicked the lens with his other forefinger. Heero gently pinched the lens and popped it in his mouth. "Eew," Duo said." Heero took the lens from his mouth and put it back in his eye. "Not taking a chance on washing it down the drain, and my solution's back in the office." "Well," Zechs said, "I'm glad you found it." He turned to go. "Um," Duo said, "Weren't you going to get a snack?" Zechs stopped, turned. "No. I try not to eat at my desk, and I'm late to the follow-up to the general meeting. "Then why --" A murderous glare from Heero stopped Duo cold. "What?" Zechs said. "Oh," Duo said, casting his eyes down and rubbing the back of his head, "nothing." "You both better hurry. Commander Une's expecting both of you at the follow-up as well." Duo's eyes widened; he drew breath to speak, but only a sharp whuff of air escaped. Heero had stepped in front of him and shoved an elbow into his solar plexus. Heero nodded curtly at Zechs. "We'll be there." "Good." Zechs turned and left, suppressing a snort and a smile as he walked back the way he had come. "What the hell --" Heero whirled to face Duo, cutting him off with a low hiss. "Exactly." Duo's eyebrows shot up; his mouth moved without producing sound. "What the hell," Heero said, "were you thinking?" He stood silent, glowering -- and counting. /One second, two, thr -- / Duo snapped his mouth shut and rolled his eyes to the side. "Oh." "Zechs obviously came in because he heard something. And I don't think he thought it was the sound of a couple of Preventers looking for a contact lens. /And/, he knows we weren't at the meeting, thanks to you." "Look, Heero --" But Heero was already in damage control mode, turning and speaking more to himself than Duo. "Now we've got think of two excuses instead of one: why we weren't at the meeting, and what we were doing in the break room." "We were getting a snack, right?" "No," Heero said, patiently explaining, "we weren't. Zechs didn't get where he is by being unobservant. " He turned and looked pointedly toward the middle of the room. Duo followed Heero's line of sight. "Right," he said. "Nothing on any table in the room." "Okay, then," Heero said, turning to face Duo. "I'll figure out what we were doing here and why the snack machine was being shoved against the others." "What about why we missed the meeting?" "Already assigned that to you. Remember?" Duo's rolled up; he closed them, then sighed. "Yeah." "So let's go. We don't know where the meeting is or what we're going to be discussing. It's a safe bet that the meeting's in less than five minutes, the way Zechs hustled out of here." "Right." Both men simultaneously looked down to check their pants. Heero dusted his knees; Duo jammed his shirttail back into his pants, then adjusted his fly and belt. As they looked up, both grinned. "It /was/ good, though," Duo said. Heero's smile grew. "Glad you liked." "And I think I might --" Heero leaned in and quickly kissed Duo on the lips. "Tell me tonight," he said gently, "after we've dealt with the little problem we just created for ourselves." "Oh, we're going to do more than talk tonight," Duo said. Heero arched one eyebrow. "Oh?" "Turnabout's fair play, you know." Duo flashed a toothy smile, eyes closed, head tilted toward his shoulder. When he opened his eyes, he saw Heero's ass disappearing around the edge of the break room door. "Hey! Wait up! Or you might not get what I just promised you!" More to come. . .
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