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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" Conference Call
/Monday, December 22, AC 199, 11:40a/ Duo shook his head and blinked for the third time in sixty seconds. /How long have I been staring at the same paragraph without reading it?/ He raised his hand, crooked a finger between his white dress shirt and neck and slid it back and forth, twisting his head left and right. His eyes flicked toward Heero, who sat with perfect posture as he typed a summary of the available data on the upcoming mission he and Duo would share in no more than a week. His suit coat was on a hanger behind him, hooked on the nail that held a vintage calendar against the window. /How the hell does he stand these clothes?/ Duo inhaled slowly, exhaled slowly, trying not to sound like he was sighing. He looked to the overview of the site he and Heero would be infiltrating just after Christmas and gave his paragraph a fourth attempt at comprehension. Without looking away from his screen, Heero said, "Nervous?" "No," Duo said with surly tone. "And why is that the only question you ever ask me before -- before we, um, do it?" One corner of Heero's mouth quirked upward for a split second. He continued typing. "What about you? Are /you/ nervous?" "No. I /am/ excited, though." Duo blushed, but kept his eyes on his report. "I guess I am, too." "So," Heero said, finishing the last line of his summary and saving the document, "when do we --" "I told you in the car on the way here this morning. Right at noon." Heero swiveled his chair toward Duo. "And you're not going to give me any info until then?" Duo sighed, gave up on reading his paragraph, and turned toward Heero. "Like I said, I want it to be a surprise." "I like surprises when they're good; it's the nasty ones that I hate. And without knowing something about where we're going before we --" "Trust me," Duo said with an evil grin. "You think you're the only one who can plan a mission?" "No," Heero said carefully. "I know that you've planned and executed dozens of missions successfully without me. It's just that --" "It's just that you're a control freak. It drives you nuts when you're not in charge." Heero stared impassively at his lover. Silence stretched between them. "So," Heero said, "Where are we going?" Duo glanced at his watch, which read eleven fifty-two. "Sit tight. I'll be right back." He stood, stretched, then quickly left the office, leaving Heero sitting calmly at his desk. But Heero was anything but calm. /Gods, why can't he share what he's got planned? What if he hasn't thought through all the possibilities? What if --/ He cut off his thought. /No, I need to trust him. I did the same thing to him on our first two outings. I'm sure it'll be fine./ He looked at the onscreen menu clock, absently rubbing the fly of his pants. His cock was already half hard in anticipation. /It's eleven fifty-eight. Where the hell is he?/ Duo re-entered the office carrying a small gym bag. "Let's go," he said with a broad smile. Heero rose and followed. They took the stairs, quietly sharing small talk at Duo's request. Other Preventers headed toward the break room passed them as they descended. At the sixth-floor landing Duo left the stairs and turned toward the conference room, then quickly did an about-face. His forehead collided with Heero's. "Fuck," Heero hissed. "What was /that/ for?" "Stairs," Duo croaked. He pushed past Heero and continued downward. Heero caught up with him and said, "Change your mind about your spot?" "No. It's on six, but there was someone in there." "Where? The infirmary? Sally's office? Not /Sally's/ office," he said in disbelief. They reached the fifth floor. Duo continued downward. "You know the first through fourth floors aren't part of the Preventers' office." "Yes," Duo said petulantly, "I do. They belong to the defense contractor who owns the building." He paused. "I just want -- I need time to think." Heero took Duo's upper arm and stopped his progress. Duo turned to face him. "Look," he said gently, "if you really don't want to do this, I'll understand. Maybe it was unfair of me to twist your arm." "No," Duo said, "you didn't force me. I agreed to this. It's just --" Suddenly Duo's persona changed. He set his jaw, lowered his eyebrows while widening his eyes. With a tight smile he said, "Follow me, Heero." /That's my boy,/ Heero thought. /Now he's serious./ * * * Duo stopped at the sixth-floor landing to check for people. "Coast's clear." Duo strode quickly toward the conference room, stopping at the closed door. Heero hustled to keep up. "Here? It's an awfully public place, isn't it?" "No more than the break room. And I chose it because it's the least likely place for anyone to be during lunch." Heero smiled. "Right." Duo opened the door, stood aside for Heero to enter, then followed. He closed the door and locked it. "It's twelve-ten. We have to hurry." "Where?" Heero said. "Right here," Duo said, walking to the far end of the room and pulling out the chair at the head of the massive conference table. Heero's eyebrows shot up. "In the chair?" "Yep. But that's just for starters." Duo smiled with one corner of his mouth under lowered eyelids and one arched eyebrow. He patted the back of the chair. "Don't waste time." Heero walked to the chair, which Duo pulled back from the table for him. He sat, then looked up questioningly at his partner. "Relax." Heero's eyes followed Duo as he dropped to his knees and pushed under the table. He scooted backward until his feet were against the large pedestal, then grabbed the seat of Heero's chair and pulled it forward until Heero's abs touched the edge of the chair. He quickly undid his lover's pants and reached into his white briefs. As he pulled the soft cotton to one side and took the shaft in his hand, Heero's anticipation was evident: his cock was already fully erect, the slit weeping with precome. Duo lapped at the head, teasing his lover. He smiled as he saw Heero's thighs quiver. Then without warning, Duo opened his mouth wide and plunged Heero's entire cock into it, his lips in the soft, curly bush of hair at the base of the shaft. He sucked forcefully, then bobbed his head up and down, the head of Heero's dick hitting the back of his throat with each thrust. Above the conference table, Heero visibly stiffened his torso, even though he made a gigantic effort to avoid it. His eyes widened, his mouth fell open, and he gasped. Somehow he kept from crying out. He realized his fingernails were digging into the fabric of his chair's seat. He closed his eyes, willing himself to relax (unsuccessfully) and brought his hands to the top of the table, folding them in front of him. He tried to look lost in thought. Below his folded hands, Duo lavished his cock with quick, intense sucking. He released Heero's cock and began licking the length of the shaft up and down the urethra, slowing at the tip to tongue the slit. One hand gripped the base of his cock and squeezed; the other cupped his balls and fondled them through soft, white cotton, rolling them back and forth. Heero alternately tensed as waves of pleasure shot upward from the base of his spine to explode in his brain stem, and attempted to relax. His hips began to jerk. The chair started inching forward and back. Duo suddenly put Heero's hard, pulsing cock, wet with precome and his saliva, back into his underwear, causing Heero's eyes to pop wide. He bit his lip, tried to keep from grimacing. Duo grabbed the waistband of his partner's briefs and yanked them downward. Heero lifted his ass, and Duo tugged at them again, this time taking them to the knees. Heero's cock, caught in the fabric, descended with his underwear, tension and force building like a slingshot until it finally broke free. It fell upward, slapping hard against his shirttail. Heero gasped again. Duo moved to Heero's balls and snared the hair covering them between his lips. He sucked them into his mouth, then closed his teeth on them. He slowly dragged his head away from the balls until the last hair escaped his lips. Heero's dick throbbed, rising, falling, rising again in sync with his accelerated heartbeat. He shuddered; he whispered, trying not to move his lips, "Gods, Duo, you're destroying me." "Good," Duo said, and descended on Heero's balls, opening wide to take one into the wet warmth of his mouth. He rolled his tongue around it, then opened even wider. With both hands he worked the other between his lips. His cheeks poked outward like a chipmunk with a payload of delicious nuts. His tongue trapped at the back of his mouth, Duo expelled both balls. They slapped against the soft, smooth perineum between the base of Heero's cock and his anus, causing him to stiffen and jerk. Duo bent and licked them with firm strokes. The fingers of one hand moved upward, gripped the base of Heero's prick, and pumped. The fingers of his other hand dug underneath the balls, searching for the rosy ring of muscle laced with sensitive nerve endings. Heero's balls began to tighten. Duo released Heero's cock, removed the fingers of his other hand, and sat back on his heels. A soft, high whine rose from Heero's lips. He stifled it, then whispered, "Don't stop, for fuck's sake!" "I told you the chair was just the beginning." Heero heard scuffling noises under the conference table, then the long zip of Duo's gym bag followed by a snap and a quicker zip. His eyebrows descended; he frowned. "What are you --" "Hush," came a command from under the table. More scuffling sounds; the pop of a plastic cap. Heero felt fabric brush his legs and feet. "Get down here." "What?" Heero hissed, his eyebrows shooting up high. "It's time for the final act." Duo sniggered. Heero pushed back from the table and looked down to see Duo on his knees, his bare ass facing him. The trail of Astroglide down the length of his crack reflected in the overhead lighting. "Gods. You want me to --" "You bet I do." Heero hesitated. Suddenly his cock twitched, and hot lust curled through his testicles then shot straight up his belly to overclock his heart. Heero flinched against the back of his chair. He lifted his ass and sent the chair rolling back with the underside of his knees, which dropped to the carpet. He bent so that his head was below the level of the table. He dragged two fingers up Duo's crack, pausing to diddle the boy's anus, then applied the Astroglide he had gathered to his cock. The loss Heero felt from Duo pulling away from him vanished instantly. He pumped himself two, three, four times, then entered his lover in one swift move. Duo gasped, lurched forward, his head bumping the conference table's pedestal, then he shoved his ass backward until he felt Heero's balls slap his ass cheeks. "Okay?" "Fuck me hard," Duo growled low in his throat. Heero obliged. A dozen thrusts, two dozen, and Heero's balls tightened, drawing close to his body. His cock convulsed. Hot jizz filled Duo's ass. Both boys jerked forward and back with each throbbing pulse. They swallowed soft, strained moans. Heero pulled out. Duo dropped his head to the floor, dropped his ass to his heels. "So good," he muttered to himself, "so fucking, fucking good. . ." Heero looked at his watch. /Twelve forty-nine./ He hissed through clenched teeth: "Fuck. We've got to get out of here." Duo's head flew up, his eyes wide. "Right." Heero tried to scoot on his knees to begin pulling his clothes together as Duo turned to reach for his gym bag. Heero raised one knee and inched his underwear up his thigh. Duo's foot hit it, and Heero toppled onto his side. "Gods, Duo, what the fuck are you doing?" "What the fuck are /you/ doing/?" Heero righted himself and pulled his underwear up, then shuffled back and forth, raising one knee and then the other to shimmy his pants to his waist. Duo pulled a hand towel from his bag and quickly swiped his ass, dropped the towel on the carpet. He pulled at his pants. Both boys knocked each other with feet and knees. Both hissed various obscenities. His pants in place, Heero snapped them, leaned back and zipped up. He stood shakily and fell back into the chair with a whump. "Hurry up," he said, lightly panting. "It's okay." "You don't know when --" "You think I'd plan this without checking to see if anything's scheduled for the conference room after lunch?" Heero blinked twice. "Good. But still hurry." "Getting there." Duo turned at an angle and laid back on the floor. He raised his hips, tucked in his shirt, then fastened and zipped his pants. He scrambled to his knees, hitting his head on the underside of the table again. "Shit, that hurts." He tried to move forward, but couldn't. He slapped Heero's shins. "Get your god damn legs out of the way." Heero stood and stepped to the table, trying to keep his face impassive. He spoke out of one side of his mouth, keeping his lips as closed as he could. "Come up slowly. No, behind me, not in front." Duo did. "Okay," Heero said, exhaling a big breath quietly. "Now we --" Duo put a hand on Heero's shoulder. He leaned in close, whispered in Heero's ear. "I'm in charge here. Remember?" Heero blinked, then nodded. "All we have to do is casually walk out, maybe fake some conversation. If anyone's in the hall, we ignore them. If they ask what we were doing, we say we were getting a file we left." "We don't /have/ a file." Duo patted his gym bag. "It's in here." Heero thought for a moment, then said, "I don't like it. It's not airtight." "Everything can't be airtight, love." Duo paused. "What could go wrong?" Heero turned his head to throw a sharp look at his partner. "Anything." "Maybe so, but probability counts. If you can't think of anything /likely/ to happen, then --" Heero looked at his watch. "We need to go. Une will expect us at our desks by one sharp, and it's twelve fifty-six now." "Right." Duo picked up his bag and walked to the door, Heero following. * * * /Monday, December 22, AC 199, 5:22p/ Duo turned from his computer to face Heero, groaning as he stretched his arms above his head. "So," he said, turning from his computer, "you think my first shot at leading went okay?" Heero keep his eyes on his screen, but snorted. "Understatement of the week, month, year, and decade." Duo smiled broadly as he laced fingers together behind his head and leaned back in his chair. "Well, it was pretty mind-blowing for me, too." "Cock-blowing, too," Heero muttered with a tight smile. "What was that?" "Nothing," Heero said as he saved his document then swiveled to face Duo. "It looks like all your misgivings about our little challenge are all gone now." "Yep." "Got plans for our next adventure?" Duo lowered his eyelids and cast a crooked smile at Heero. "Oh, yeah," he said, seductively drawing out the words. Heero smiled. "Want to share?" "I want it to be a surprise." "Figures." Heero looked at his watch. "Five-thirty. Ready to head for home?" "Yeah. I'm famished." Heero stood, pushing his chair away with the back of his knees, and spoke with a neutral expression: "I thought you got your fill at lunch." Duo blushed brightly. "Well. . ." Heero broke into a toothy smile. He fluttered his eyelids. "Gods of Olympus! He has a sense of humor." Heero's smile vanished. "Retract that or no dinner for you." "Which," Duo hurried to add as he sat up and brought his hands forward, "I've always admired. A lot. Since, um, it's something you've, er, had ever since I met you." He paused. "Of course." Heero gave a single, humorless "ha." "I guess you redeemed yourself enough to qualify for something store-bought. " Duo's lower lip jutted out as he frowned. "No home cooking tonight?" Heero reached for his Preventers jacket. "I'm tired. And Christmas is just around the corner." "Yeah," Duo said, "you're right." He stood and grabbed his jacket. He slung it over a shoulder as Heero put his on. Duo moved to Heero and leaned in to rub noses. Heero pulled his head back. "You know we aren't supposed to show affection at the office." "Oh, come on. Everyone knows we're together." "No, they don't," Heero said, heading for the door. "Not everyone. And the organization has a policy about employees dating." Duo followed, pausing in the hall as Heero locked the office door. "They also have a policy about couples already married being allowed." "Quit playing with semantics. We /can't/ get married yet." They headed for the elevator. "We will as soon as Madame Peacecraft --" "For the twenty-eighth time, please call her Relena." "gets her bill through the senate." "The point," Heero said, pressing the down button, "is that Une has asked us to be discreet so that those who don't know us won't have yet another thing to grouse about." "Okay, you win," Duo said with a huff, then added under his breath, "Geez Louise." They entered the elevator. He and Heero both reached for the LL button that would take them to the bottom of the parking garage in the basement. Duo grabbed Heero's hand, slipping their fingers together. Heero mock-scowled and released Duo's hand. "What? Just a simple accident." Heero pressed the button. As the doors closed, Duo scrunched up his face and stuck out his tongue. * * * /Monday, December 22, AC 199, 5:51p/ "Colonel Peacecraft?" A freshman cadet stood respectfully at Milliardo Peacecraft's office door. The colonel tapped Send on his webpad, then looked up. "Yes?" "There's something I think you should see." "Oh?" "Yes, sir. If you wouldn't mind coming by the surveillance room on seven --" "Urgent?" The cadet hesitated. "No," he said tentatively. "Five minutes, then." "Yes, sir." He saluted and turned to leave. The colonel spoke again. "Internal or. . ." The cadet hunched his shoulders and froze. He did an about-face and said, "Internal, sir." Peacecraft nodded and said, "Dismissed." The cadet hurried away. The colonel glanced at his webpad. Commander Une's avatar appeared in the upper-left corner of the touchscreen with a pale yellow dialog bubble beside it containing the words /See me before you leave for the day./ Peacecraft tapped the bubble. In the light blue bubble that popped up below Une's IM, he typed /Fifteen minutes./ He tapped the blue bubble. Une's avatar and both bubbles blinked out. He rose, slipped the webpad into the inner breast pocket of his jacket, and headed for the seventh-floor surveillance room. TBC
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