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"One Thing Leads "Written By: Presser
Disclaimer : I do not own Gundam Wing or its characters. This work of fiction is written and shared freely without any attempt to profit financially from it. Pairings: 1x2, 3x4 Summary: An exploration of sexual addiction and its consequences. Warnings: Intense lemon fic, including one group sex scene near the end. Voyeurism is a focus; lust and lewdness is central. AU, Character personalities differ from the series, sometimes greatly. Lots of gratuitous sex, but yet (incredibly) there is, indeed, a plot. AN: I've chosen to omit abuse from the warnings, and I expect some will think this is wrong. No physical harm comes to any character, and the emotional damage described is unintentional. "One Thing Leads"
"God, but it's a burner out there today. I thought my shift would never --" Heero Yuy stopped cold at the threshold of his apartment. His keys swung jingling in the lock of the door as it fell inward toward the wall. Heero wore a pale blue tank top tight against his trim torso. The heat of the August sun had plastered it against his skin, outlining his pectoral muscles. A sharp intake of breath expanded his chest, making the ridges of his nipples more pronounced through the thin ribbed fabric. Heero Yuy was Japanese, and his golden skin tone had deepened to bronze over the summer months as he fitted pipe for Samuelson Construction. He pushed his body hard each day, and it showed in his shoulders and biceps, rounded and firm, still glistening with the day's toil. Heero's jeans were old. Not stone-washed, but they looked it. They had simply been through the laundry enough times to give them a vintage appearance. Tight but not obscenely so, they moved with him, giving his solid thighs room when they required it. Vertical rips from the knees upward allowed the bleached white fabric of pockets to poke out front and back. Toned muscles, a shade lighter than his neck and arms, peeked through, revealing fine brown hairs that matched the chocolate locks that hung into his eyes. Heero kept his hair trim on the sides and in the back, but let his bangs grow thick. As he stood in the doorway of his apartment, his eyes, deep blue and intense, were wide with astonishment above a small nose and mouth open in an /ah!/ of surprise. The source of his amazement was his lover, Duo Maxwell. The dog days of summer had ratcheted up the heat in their un-air-conditioned apartment, and Duo had rigged a way of cooling off that was startling to Heero, to say the least. Duo had taken two chairs from the dinette set in the breakfast nook of their small apartment and put them against the front edge of their sofa. On the sofa Duo had put the square-framed drugstore cooling fan bought last week with part of Heero's paycheck. It was leaned at an angle to point between the tops of the chairs. After setting the fan on high speed he had stripped down to his boxer shorts (once bright red, now faded from many washings) and climbed up on the chairs, carefully balancing his weight on the tops of the chair backs, his shoulder blades squarely on one, the backs of his knees on the other. His legs draped downward, toes toward the floor. His arms, thin but muscular, hung to either side of his torso, which was well-defined. Duo's head was back, eyes closed; his copper-colored braid hung to the floor, the lavender-blue tie that secured the tip in the center of a small circle formed by the trailing end of soft hair. On his face was a smile of pure bliss. Heero savored the sight. His partner's skin was the color of cream with the least bit of coffee added, smooth to the touch, and all but hairless, save for a tiny treasure trail of fine auburn hair that ran from the top of Duo's red boxers to the boy's navel, which undulated slowly with each breath. Plump nipples with large areolae, caramel colored, rose and fell as Duo's chest expanded and contracted. Heero stared until the sound of the door hitting the wall jolted him. He felt his lunch pail start to slip from his fingers, but grabbed it before it fell. Duo opened his mouth, made smacking noises, and sighed. He hadn't heard Heero open the door. Heero closed his mouth and entered the apartment. He carefully shut the door and set down his lunch pail, then crept to stand in front of Duo. For a moment he simply drank in the young man's animal magnetism, feeling the front of his pants tighten in response. /It's like he's on an altar, just waiting to be taken./ Heero turned his head one way, then another, contemplating how best to take advantage of the situation. Without warning Duo yawned and opened his eyes. Several things happened at once. Duo yelled. Heero gasped. Duo's arms and legs flew into the air. Heero stepped back. Duo's ass sank to the seat of one of the chairs. His head bumped the back of the other. He twisted, trying to regain his balance, and inadvertently pushed the chairs away from each other. His braid flew upward, then down the length of his body as the chairs parted and he hit the floor, shoulder and hip first. Heero stepped toward Duo and crouched, attempting to catch him. The chairs clattered backward and fell. Heero's hands were batted away by a flurry of hands and feet as Duo scrambled into a sitting position. "What the fuck, Heero?" "I, uh --" "I think I may have lost one of my nine lives." "What the hell were you doing?" "What'd it look like?" "Um, cooling off?" "Damn right. And it was working, too, until you --" "I didn't do a damn thing, Duo. I opened the door -- it even banged against the wall -- and you didn't hear it. It's not like I sneaked in and tried to scare you." "Imagine if you had. I'd be comatose with fright." "Well, what was I supposed to do? Yelling your name wouldn't have been any better." Duo gave Heero his most petulant face, complete with lower lip protruding. Heero crouched and leaned forward, attempting to kiss his lover. Duo turned his head. "Not till you apologize." "Apologize?" Heero said, drawing back with
genuine surprise on his "For -- for --" Duo burst into laughter as Heero vigorously tickled his ribs. "St- stop -- that!" "Can't." Heero grinned devilishly. "Wh- what?" "Too much fun." Duo reciprocated, forcing his hands between Heero's arms. He found the hem of Heero's tank top and worked his fingers up the underside of the garment, scratching at rock-hard abdominals. "You know I'm not ticklish." Heero's smile grew. "Shu- shut /up/!" Heero leaned forward, attempting another kiss. Duo pulled him downward. They rolled onto thin carpet away from the chairs and sofa, Heero above Duo, then Duo on top. Heero wrapped his arms around Duo's torso and pulled himself up, slamming their chests together. Duo stuck out his tongue. Heero snapped his head forward to take it between his teeth. The two eased toward each other, motions slowing, growing fluid. Inside Duo tiny electric kittens nibbled at erogenous zones. His balls tingled. His nipples hardened as Heero's chest rubbed against them, his tank top caught between. Heero's tongue danced with Duo's, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. His penis, already half hard from the sight of Duo nearly naked, throbbed, the head quickly swelling to its full size. Duo relished the inside of his lover's mouth, hot, wet, slick. He moaned into it, a long, low, slow sound that he knew drove Heero crazy with desire. Heero pushed his hips forward. The brass buckle of his belt pressed through Duo's thin cotton boxers, stirring the boy's pubic hair, leading him to reciprocate. They broke the kiss, panting for breath. Heero, still holding his upper body off the floor, eased backward. He pulled Duo down onto him. Heero's scent filled Duo's nostrils, a musk like sweet pipe tobacco and grilled meat. The sweat of the day's work added power to the smell. "More," Heero said, his voice soft, his eyes half lidded. "I want more." "I do, too," Duo said. He leaned toward Heero, who opened his mouth. Duo pursed his lips and pecked the tip of his partner's nose. He wriggled out of his grip, quickly standing. "But not until you shower," he said with a smirk. "You stink." The mix of hurt and surprise on Heero's face brought a laugh bubbling up from Duo's belly, which shook with delight. He stood over Heero, one foot to either side of the young man's hips, and smiled down on him. "So," Heero said slowly, "if I clean up, we can fuck?" "All the way into next week, if you want." Heero scooted forward until his ribs were between Duo's feet. "Really?" Duo lowered one eyebrow, raised the other. "You think I don't want it, too? You don't have a corner on horniness, you know." Heero scooted forward again. Now his shoulders were even with Duo's feet. "Well, good. I wouldn't want to be the only horny guy who lives here." He scooted forward once more, smiling wide as he did. Duo's expression was puzzled. "What are you grinning at?" "I can see up your shorts." Instantly Heero was on his feet, laughing, scrambling toward the bedroom, chased by an outraged Duo bluing the walls with curses. TBC...
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