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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" Break Time Is Over /Thursday, December 18, AC 199, 9:47a/
"/Keep/ up," Heero said without turning. "How do you know this is the way to the meeting?" Duo said as he pulled even with his life-partner. Heero sprinted up the stairs. "The conference room's on the sixth floor." "But it could be just two or three of us. That means it could be in Une's office -- or anyone's -- instead." "Conference room's a good bet. Besides, the Preventers don't have the whole building, just the fifth, sixth, and seventh floors. If it's not there, then it won't take long to find it." "Zechs said Lady Une was expecting us, so -- " Heero stopped abruptly at the sixth-floor landing. "Horace," he said, calling down the hallway as the janitor exited a room. "Do you know where the meeting Commander Une's -- " "Right here," Horace said, his gravelly voice rumbling down the carpeted corridor. "Just finished setting up chairs and emptying the trash." "Thanks," Heero said, heading toward Horace. He and Duo entered the room and quickly took stock of the situation. Twelve padded chairs surrounded a ten-foot oval of polished walnut supported by a large central pedestal. At the far end of the room, a matching credenza holding a coffee service sat under a picture window looking out on the wooded lot backing the Preventers' building. "Good," Heero said quietly. "We're here first." "That's a relief," said Duo. "I was afraid we'd have to walk in after things had already started." "So," Heero said, relaxing the tension in his shoulders and taking a seat midway on the right, "what are you going to tell Une about why we weren't at the general meeting?" "Who says she'll bring it up?" Heero lowered his chin a bit, raised one eyebrow, and frowned. "Yeah," Duo said dejectedly, "we're talking about our fearless leader, who never misses -- " "Fearless?" Lady Une's voice was clear and sharp, just behind Duo's right ear. He stifled a hop and a squeak, turned with what he hoped was a neutral face and bumped into Commander Une. "Oops! I'm sorry." Duo stepped back and hit the edge of the conference table with his hip, causing him to twist and put out both arms to keep from collapsing at Une's feet. Lady Une watched without emotion; Heero closed his eyes, drew breath slowly, and refused to sigh. "I'll take that as a compliment, Agent -- " Lady Une paused. "Yes, sir?" Duo said, righting himself and facing his commander. "Well," Une said, "that's one of the reasons you're here today. We haven't assigned either of you" -- she leaned to the side and nodded at Heero -- "code names. I suppose we could deal with that until everyone else arrives." "Okay," Duo said. Lady Une moved to the credenza for coffee; Duo took a seat opposite Heero. As Une poured and doctored her caffeine, she turned halfway to speak to her newest agents. "As you know, the Preventer organization doesn't have many field agents. A lot of our work is data acquisition and analysis. You two make agents five and six." "Sally Po," Heero said, listing the other four, "Lucrezia Noin, Zechs Merquise, and Chang Wufei." "Right," Une said. "The first three have code names; Chang doesn't." "So how do you choose code names, sir?" Duo said. "Nothing's been formalized; we've just made decisions as each joined the organization. Po's code name is Water; Noin is Fire; and Zechs Merquise is Agent Wind." "Those are all basic elements," Duo said. "Does that mean we should have element names as well?" Heero mumbled loud enough for Duo alone to hear, "How about Agent Dirt for you?" with a deadpan face. Duo shot an intense scowl at his life-partner, then schooled his face quickly as Lady Une walked to them. She set her coffee on the conference table and sat with one hip on the edge near Heero. "There is a kind of pleasing symmetry to doing things that way," Une said. "If I may," Heero said at normal volume, "I'd like to take the name Wing." "Interesting," Une said, looking down at Heero. "Reason?" "It was the name of my Gundam, and I like it. It's also practical: it's just one syllable, easy to say, and it's different enough from the other code names to avoid mix-ups." "Good," Une said. "And you, Mr. Maxwell?" she said, turning to Duo. "I -- I can't say I've given it a lot of thought." "Well," Heero said, "if we aren't required to use any particular theme, then anything that meets the criteria I just gave would work." "Like what?" Duo said. Une silently sipped coffee, observing the interplay between the two. "Oh, I don't know," Heero said carefully. "I've chosen a name after my Gundam. Does that jumpstart your imagination?" "My Gundam was Deathscythe," Duo said, looking away in thought. "I suppose I could be Agent Scythe." "Too hard to say," Heero rushed to say. "The /th/ sound at the end could easily get lost in radio static." Duo half-frowned, then brightened. "Then how about Agent De -- " "If you're about to say, 'Agent Death,'" Commander Une said, pausing with her cup to her lip, "then don't. Let me say this delicately: I don't want any hubris implicit in anything we do here." "How about using synonyms?" Heero said. "That might lead you to a good name." "Synonyms?" Duo said. "Yes, that's a word or phrase that means exactly or nearly the same as another word or phrase in the same language." "I /know/ what a synonym is," Duo said sharply. "It's just something I wouldn't have thought of." Heero and Une sat without speaking, watching Duo's mind work. "There are two words in /Deathscythe/, of course," Duo said, "/death/ and /scythe/. So. . ." "A scythe is any cutting tool with a sharp edge." Heero said. Duo narrowed his eyes, tightened his jaw as he looked at Heero. "And /death/," Heero said, "well, there are plenty of synonyms for that." "Hm," Duo said, thinking furiously. Heero's smile was barely perceptible as he softly said, "How about Agent Dying Scissors?" /If looks could kill/, thought Lady Une behind expressionless eyes. "How about Grim Reaper?" Duo shot back. "Too long. Needs to be one word, no more than two syllables." "And you think Dying Scissors -- " "What I think," Heero said, "is that you need a code name that works." "And what /I/ think," Lady Une said, "is that this will have to wait." She drained the last of her coffee and stood, nodding at the clutch of people coming through the door.
"Hungry?" Heero said as he unlocked the door to the apartment. "Too nervous to eat right now," Duo said. "Nervous? Still?" Heero said, pushing open the door, letting Duo enter first. "More like nerve-wracked, I guess. I've been jumpy ever since the meeting this morning. I need to unwind." "I understand." Heero dropped his briefcase containing the paperwork Lady Une had assigned him at the end of the meeting. Duo headed for their bedroom. "I'm getting out of this uniform." "I'll pour." As Duo shucked the formality of the Preventers organization, Heero moved to the small liquor cabinet he and his lover had rescued from a garage sale. White pine, waist high, two drawers at the top with deep purple velour indentations for wine glasses; grape vines appliquéd around the drawer pulls. Below was open shelving to either side of a cabinet embellished with a proud rooster strutting. The piece was battered and scratched, the appliqués were peeling. Heero loved it for the lived-in touch it provided for their otherwise cookie-cutter living space. Heero smiled as he tugged on the cabinet’s pull.
He and Duo had disagreed when they found the piece, Duo saying he
didn't want junk in Heero surveyed their meager stock: grocery cabernet and shiraz; a dusty bottle of Drambuie, the cap sugar-encrusted; half a bottle of Dewar's blended scotch; Grey Goose vodka, Trowa's birthday gift to Heero. He knew the Sam Adams Duo liked was in the fridge, but also knew his life-partner would want something stronger after his harrowing day. He took the Drambuie and Grey Goose between the fingers of one hand, closed the door with the other, and moved to the kitchen. On his way, he looked through the open bedroom door. A preventer's jacket sprawled on the corner of their bed, Duo's shirt and tie thrown on top of it; shoes were flung near the door, and Duo's pants were at his ankles. The bulge of his royal blue bikini briefs jutted forward as Duo's toned chest and abs curved backward between outstretched arms. "Ee-yah!" Duo said loudly, stretching the word as he stretched his lithe body. As he straightened, he looked through the door. "Hey, the good stuff tonight. How'd you know?" "I'm getting to know you pretty well, even if I have to say it myself." Duo kicked his pants off and surveyed his body in the mirror; Heero entered the kitchen, found shot glasses. Into one went three cubes of ice and the Grey Goose for him; into the other a finger and a dab of Drambuie. He moved to the couch to find Duo wearing only his favorite out-sized tee shirt, bare legs stretched under the coffee table, feet crossed, and arms behind his head against the top of their overstuffed sofa, the muted plaid fabric rubbed soft by years of /The Price Is Right/ in someone else's home. Heero set the glasses down, pulled his Preventers jacket off and pitched it toward the chair to the right. "'Bout time you got that off," Duo said, sitting up and reaching for his Drambuie. He licked his lips as he brought the thick, sugary distillation of single malt scotch to his mouth, then downed half of the potent fluid in a single gulp. "Your stomach's empty, you know," Heero said softly. Duo grimaced at him. "Your mothering's showing, you know," he threw back casually. "Sorry," Heero said. "It's just -- " "I can handle it." Each studied the other's eyes. Duo drew breath to speak; Heero smiled and sat down. "Right. So here endeth the lesson." He picked up his vodka, clinked it against Duo's, and took a full sip.
"So you're okay with the way things went today?" "Not what I would've chosen," Duo said, the words slipping past a crooked smile. "We started the morning with you blowing me -- a quite delicious experience, let me add -- made it past Zechs almost finding us, the meeting with Une -- " "Which we faked our way through." " -- and avoided any questions about why we missed the general meeting." "Plus we both got code names." "You mean /you/ got a code name. I still have to decide on mine." "I thought you settled on Dying Scissors." Duo scrunched up his face, stuck out his tongue. "Fuck you." Heero allowed a chuckle to slip past his smile. "You don't think Une knows we missed?" "She didn't ask us a single thing during the meeting-after-the-meeting, so she doesn't know we don't know what happened." "Zechs could've told her." "Yeah," Duo said, but he -- wait. He made a beeline for her when the meeting broke up." Heero counted silently: /One, two, thre -- / Duo's eyes widened. "You think he -- " "Don't know," Heero said. He drained the last of his vodka and set the glass on the arm of the sofa, then uncrossed his legs. He spread his knees apart, just a bit, and laid his head on the back of the couch. As his lover spoke, he turned his head to the side. Duo, now sitting cross-legged on the couch and facing Heero, leaned forward, then back. He turned his head left, then right, releasing shoulder tension, then back to face Heero. "He /did/ seem intense as he they talked," Duo said. "And I think they both looked at us -- more than once." "You're imagining things." "Maybe," Duo said. He leaned toward the coffee table, picked up his shot glass, and tilted it. He ran an index finger into the last dribble of Drambuie there. He popped his finger into his mouth and sucked slowly. "Mower?" he said around his finger. "You've had two, and so have I; more than either of us need without something to eat." "I /am/ hungry," Duo said, removing his finger and leaning forward. He rose on his knees and leaned over Heero, smiling. His breath was strong and honeyed from the liqueur. Heero's eyelids lowered by half as a corner of his mouth crooked upward. "Oh?" Duo grinned as he traced his lover's bottom lip with his finger, still wet and warm from his mouth. "Yeah," he said, his voice low, husky. "So. . .should I. . .cook for you?" "I was thinking," Duo said, "we might, um, heat something up together." "Really," Heero said, enjoying the foreplay. "And what would that be?" "I think," Duo said, drawing out his words, "I'm in the mood for some sausage." "That's a breakfast food." Heero leaned forward and nuzzled his nose against Duo's. "And I'm not sure we have any in the house," he whispered. "Oh, I think we do. No more than two links, though." Duo opened his mouth, touched his tongue to a corner of his lips and traced around them, making a full circle. Heero leaned forward and snared Duo's tongue with his teeth. He pulled it into his mouth. Duo raised a bare knee over Heero's hips and straddled
them. He pushed up to be over Heero, who leaned his head back and
closed his eyes as Traces of Duo's liqueur spread over Heero's tongue; the spicy sweetness of it rose in warm currents, taking Heero's senses as Duo's kissing grew active. Heero's hands moved on their own to his lover's knees, lightly touching smooth, creamy skin. His fingers ascended one by one, then two by two, slipping under the soft tee, caressing thighs, finding the crevice joining them, discovering the heated, low-hanging fruit of Duo's sex hidden there. Lust cascaded upward from Duo's groin, skittering along his spine, sending out tendrils of pleasure to his belly and nipples. His brain stem issued a command that rolled down his torso, splashing hormones across his nerve endings: /More, more, more/. Duo trembled. He shifted his knees, giving Heero more room between his legs. His hips jutted forward, pressing a pulsing cock and tingling balls against Heero's stomach. He moaned into his lover's mouth. Heero's hands traveled upward, a fingernail grazing the trail of little bronze hairs from the top of Duo's bikini briefs to his navel, soft finger pads spreading across taut abs, searching for -- there -- tender, sensitive buds of darker flesh. A thumb and forefinger grabbed each nipple and kneaded them back and forth. Duo arched his back, released the kiss, keened softly toward the ceiling. "Godgodgod, oh, gods. . ." Heero released his love's sensitized nipples. His hands plunged down into Duo's bikini briefs, fingers groping, stroking, tugging. Suddenly Duo pushed away, swung his knee back over Heero's hips. As he sat on his haunches, panting lightly, Heero's face displayed his disquiet. "What's wrong?" "Absolutely nothing." "Then -- " "I made a promise this morning, and I aim to keep it." Heero's questioning look brought a smile to Duo's face. He shivered with pleasure, then said, "You don't remember, do you?" "Um. . ." Duo simply bent at the waist and began undoing his partner's belt, then his pants. Duo's promise rose into consciousness, and anticipation dawned in Heero's eyes. He raised his hips, helping Duo ease his pants down, shifted his ass to the back of the couch, and laid his head on the overstuffed arm. The shirttail was pushed away, the tee shirt shoved upward. Duo clawed none too gently at Heero's plain white briefs, revealing a dark thicket of curls around a pulsating, muscular penis, wet at the tip and growing wetter. He dragged white cotton forward; Heero raised his hips again. The underwear traveled only halfway down his thighs as Duo, unwilling to delay further, fell on his lover's cock, engulfing it in the moist heat of his mouth. He sucked vigorously, more cock hungry than he had ever been. Heero writhed against the sudden explosion of sensation, twisting and moaning as Duo worked him upward from passion to passion. One hand enclosed the base of Heero's cock; the other grasped his balls, gathering all the loose skin between a circle made by thumb and forefinger. Duo tightened the noose, pulled forward, then down as he tightened his grip on Heero's dick. Heero grunted. Duo bobbed his head up and down, lips and teeth gliding the length of Heero's shaft. He slid upward until only the head, the stream of precome there now flowing freely, remained in his mouth. He pumped his hand hard and fast, tightening his grip, and sucking on the head. Heero's balls were pulled tight like an overblown balloon. The three fingers not squeezing them danced through the hair scattered across them. Heero began squirming, then thrashing under Duo's attack. His balls tightened. Duo immediately released his hold on all of Heero's tender parts and sat back. Heero's eyes flew open as cool, dispassionate air replaced the voluptuous heat of his lover. "Don't stop, for gods' sake!" Duo snared the tip of Heero's dick between thumb and forefinger and pinched hard, sending a small shard of pain down the shaft. "What the fuck?" "I promised you full payment for the pleasure you gave me this morning, so you're not allowed to come in my mouth -- even though I told you I'm hungry." Duo turned around, pulled his tee shirt forward to bunch around his shoulders, and knelt. He lifted his ass toward his lover. "Take me." The sight of his lover like that enflamed Heero. His erection, wilting because of Duo's little abuse, sprang back with full force. Heero pushed off the sofa, shoved his white briefs from mid-thigh to his ankles, then knelt on the cushions behind Duo. He massaged one ass cheek with his fingers, slapped the other with an open palm. "Tell me you want it." "Uhn. . .I. . .I want it, I want it." /Slap/ "Louder." "I /want/ it. /Slapslap/ "I still can't -- " Duo screamed. "I fucking /want/ it, Heero! Do it! Stick your cock up my ass and fuck me!" Heero looked down at the light cherry glow on his partner's ass, then to his own cock and the bead of precome at its tip. He grabbed his dick at the base and pushed with his pubic muscles as though trying to urinate, then squeezed his cock and forced his hand up to the head, milking himself. Precome flowed. He repeated the process, pushing harder. "Gods damn it, Heero, fuck me!" Heero milked himself a third time, then pumped the full length of his shaft, slicking it with his own juices. He slapped Duo's butt a final time, then spread the boy's ass cheeks as he scooted forward on his knees. He touched the tip of his cock to the rosy ring of Duo's anus. The muscle there flexed outward. Heero pushed in slowly, continuing to spread Duo's cheeks as he moved. "Uhn. . .a-aah. . .ah!" As the heat of his lover's channel enveloped Heero, he leaned forward, lowering his torso to Duo's back, moving his hands from the boy's ass to his chest. Halfway in, he stopped pushing. He nuzzled Duo's ear with his nose and whispered, "You feel so fucking incredible," his voice low, his breath hot. Duo started to speak, but cried out instead as Heero tweaked both nipples and pushed his cock further into his ass. For Duo, the boundary between pleasure and pain wavered like steam rising from asphalt after a hot August rain. Heero slid forward, slowing instead of accelerating, savoring the excruciating pleasure. When his balls, ripe with semen, touched the soft perineum between Duo's anus and testes, Heero flexed, first tightening his own anus and sending his cock surging forward, then pushing down, engorging it with his lust-laced blood. Duo shuddered and cried out. Heero pulled back, so very slowly, and pushed forward again, straining against the urge to release the desire running rampant through his body. Again and again, he repeated the motion, each time allowing urgency to creep in, building speed, force, passion, intensity. Duo buried his head in his hands, squeezed his eyes tight, and rocked against Heero, begging without words for more, faster, harder. Heero's breath grew heavy. He rose above Duo and began to pound against his ass, finally allowing himself to let go. The sofa rocked under the sound of soft moaning, sharp gasping, and the slap of flesh against flesh. Heero suddenly opened his eyes -- /when did I close them?/ -- and looked down at his beautiful lover, his partner in life, whimpering, begging, pleading with every part of his body. His smooth skin, rosy with exertion, was beaded with sweat. Heero swiped a finger along Duo's spine and put it to his mouth. Acrid yet somehow sweet, the tang of it broke the last strands of Heero's endurance. He snarled into the air, thrusting like a cornered dog wholly bent on escape. His balls tightened. Fluids of lust and lightning spilled from them to mix at the base of his penis, and suddenly the boiling alchemy of his semen shot upward, outward, and -- Epileptic firestorms bloomed in his eyes. His hips slammed forward on their own. Every muscle tensed, every tendon trembled. Heero's cock spammed, six, seven, eight times, emptying into Duo, who pressed back against Heero's thrusts, wanting, needing to be as close as possible. Each contraction spawned a cry, each softer than the last, until Heero, spent and exhausted, fell back on his heels, dragging his slick cock from Duo's channel in a single motion. Duo gasped with the swiftness of it as the head shoved his muscled anus out of the way, then he gasped again with the disappointment of it as he felt the lack of fullness his lover's cock had given him. Heero looked down with unfocused eyes to see his cock, still hard and shiny-wet with his semen. As his breathing came under control, he realized that Duo's need was still unmet. He leaned forward and put his hands on his lover's abused and sweaty ass. He put his head down and licked the crevice where it began at the small of his back. Duo trembled. As Heero's tongue descended, Duo realized what he was doing. "You don't have to -- " Heero put a hand out against his face and pushed back. "I want to." "But -- a-ah!" Duo's gasp stopped his thought when Heero reached between his legs to take his weeping, hardened dick. He stopped his tongue's descent to Duo's hole and put fingers there to scoop some of his own semen. Duo rocked forward. Heero took his come and added it to Duo's slipperiness. He stroked, none too gently. As the rhythm of Duo's thighs synced with his pumping, Heero's other hand returned to his love's ass, stroking up and down the crack, fingering the hole, teasing the rim. With shudders and shivers and scintillating plosions, Duo's jizz cannonballed from his cock, splashing his chest, splattering inside his open mouth as the force of hardcore orgasm wrenched his head up and down. Heero milked him as Duo sagged doglike on all fours, then pulled his hand from between Duo's legs and licked spunk from his fingers. He fell back on the couch, chest still heaving, breath still heavy. Duo closed his eyes as he collapsed on his side, arms akimbo, one heel on the coffee table. Words rushed together in a single forceful breath: "Oh ye fucking gods of Mount Olympus!" Heero smiled. Duo's panting eased; he turned his head, opened his eyes. Heero continued lapping at his fingers like slender, melting rods of sherbet. He flicked his eyes toward Duo; his smile grew. "Very tasty. Kind of spicy-juicy-fruity." He paused, then raised eyebrows gently and tilted his head to the side. "Like. . .mulled come." "Drambuie-flavored?" "Yeah," Heero crooned. Duo smiled; his eyelids drooped, then closed. A light flick of Heero's thumb and middle finger against his cooling ass brought Duo upright with protest on his face. His tee shirt slipped off his shoulders, down his torso. "Ow! What was that for?" "It didn't hurt." Duo stuck out his tongue. "Says /you/." "You -- we -- are not staying like this." Duo fell back, stuck out his lower lip, and blinked rapidly. He spoke like a puppy might. "But Heero. . ." "You want to clean this up in the morning?" Duo pushed his lip out further and frowned. "No. . ." "Me, either. "Besides, I have a report to do, and neither of us have eaten yet." "We just did." "Pervert." "Deviant." "Double hentai with electric butt plugs hanging out." Both laughed. Heero stood, stretched, groaned. "So," Duo said, "did I render payment in full?" Heero smirked. "With interest." "You know," Duo said, untangling his legs and standing, "I just might be warming up to the idea of doing it at work if it's gonna lead to Saturn-sized orgasms like this at home." Heero smiled lasciviously, baring his teeth, trying to look evil. "Ooh, scary. Whatever will I do if you try to take me unawares?" "You do a terrible Scarlet O'Hara." Again Duo stuck out his tongue. "Besides," Heero said, "/you're/ in charge of our next adventure. And since you've just claimed to be /up/ for it" -- Duo groaned lightly at the pun -- "I'm expecting something special." "Like what?" Duo said as he grimaced at the cold, gluey mess on his tee shirt, fingers, abs, and thighs. "A challenge," Heero said lightly. "And something creative. Like I said, something special." Duo proffered his own evil grin. "No one's better at surprises than me, love." "Good. I look forward to what you'll, um, be planning." "Oh, ho!" Duo said. "The Organization Man's getting worried already." Heero straightened his body and frowned. "I resent that." "Resent it in the shower -- if you can get there before me!" Duo leaped over the coffee table and shot toward the bedroom. Heero turned to follow, forgetting that his pants and briefs were pooled at his ankles. He fell forward, but broke his descent with both hands on the arm of the sofa. He huffed a sigh of relief. "Close." He pushed himself upright, grabbed his briefs and the waistband of his pants, and pulled them upward. His heel caught on the cuff of his pants and he tumbled backward onto the couch. Duo appeared at the bedroom door, now completely naked, framed by the zing of the shower head and wisps of steam. "Aren't you coming?" Heero freed his feet, leaving his underwear and pants on the floor by the couch. He walked toward Duo wearing only his shirt and tie. Duo's eyes widened at the wolfy stare Heero gave him. "Yikes!" He turned and ran toward the bath, counting on Heero to pursue, trap and subdue him under the steamy stream of water in the shower. Heero slid open the shower door. He smiled at Duo's look of surprise and lust at what he held in his hands. TBC |
