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"Don't Let Go"Written By: Zazu Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, nor do I
own the characters. I have borrowed them here for some fun and creativity,
and this is not for profit. I do, however, own the plot mentioned
here, and any instances that you may find similar to real life events
are purely a coincidence. Rating: NC-17 Pairing: 1x2 Wordcount: 1,201 Author's Note: Not beta-read! Sami says there's
a 'smidge' of angst. Summary:Heero is away on a mission and Duo misses
him terribly. "Don't Let Go" Duo felt the shiver creep up his back; he arched, head falling back as he swallowed and moaned. Warm, familiar hands traced up his sides and onto his chest. “Heero,” he breathed, lifting his hips only to feel Heero’s hardness fill him again. Pressing down, he rocked his hips and grabbed Heero’s hands, pressing them to his chest and revelling in the sensation of being filled. A hand slipped from under his, trailing down his stomach. His muscles trembled at the light touch and he groaned when the hand grasped his wet, aching hardness. Stilling, he looked down, watching the hand stroke over his length. The room was dark and he could only see in shadows, courtesy of the moonlight filtering in, but it didn’t make the vision any less arousing. He could feel Heero’s cock twitch within him and he tightened his muscles, his eyes drifting up to his lover’s face when he heard Heero draw in a long breath. A long exhale followed before Heero planted his feet on the bed, gaining leverage to push upwards. He met his lover’s movements, rocking gently in counterpoint before he set his hands on Heero’s chest, pinching the sensitive, hardened nipples and smiling at the moan that resulted. Staring into the blue eyes that he could barely make out, he licked his lips and began to speed up his movements. The hand on his cock refused to match his speed, so he grabbed the hand, guiding it up and down, tightening the grasp just a touch. A thumb rubbed across the slit and he moaned, gaining several more touches to the sensitive spot. Taking Heero’s hand in both of his, Duo worked it over his length, riding Heero as fast and hard as he could while staring into the captivating blue eyes. Heero propped himself up on one elbow, letting Duo see his face a little better. His eyes traced down Duo’s heaving chest to the three hands on Duo’s length, and he watched as the head of Duo’s cock appeared and disappeared rapidly in their joint grasp. “Duo…” The sound startled him; Duo hadn’t seen Heero’s lips move. “I love you…” He stilled, confused. “Heero?” he asked softly. He blinked and Heero was gone from beneath him. Duo sat up, looking around the dark room. “Heero?” he breathed. “Heero!” His eyes opened and he stared up at the semi-bright ceiling above him, his mouth still forming the second syllable of his lover’s name. His heart was pounding and he looked to his left to see rays of the dawn sunlight filtering into his room. Propping himself up on his elbows, his memories came back to him. The ache between his legs told him he’d been having a wet dream. No, it was a recollection. It had been a long time, almost five months, since Heero had shared this bed with him. It had been a long time since he’d heard from Heero at all. Falling back, he turned his head, closing his eyes and breathing deeply as he tried to recall Heero’s scent, which had long since faded from the pillow. His hand slipped down to touch himself through his boxers. When he climaxed, it was a bodily function that lacked the intensity he had once felt when Heero had touched him, urging him on and teasing him to completion. A long, drawn out breath escaped him as he sighed slowly, covering his eyes with his clean hand. “Heero,” he whispered. “Are you safe? Do you miss me?” The lump in his throat made it hard to swallow. “Are you alive?” he asked quietly. Turning, he curled into a ball despite the uncomfortable wetness in his boxers. “I miss you,” he whispered soundlessly. A minute later, he mentally shook himself and went to take a shower. The motions were quick and efficient; he no longer enjoyed showering, not when Heero had used to wash his hair and body as if he was to be worshipped. He was just drying himself off when the phone rang. Wrapping his towel haphazardly around his waist, he picked it up. “Hello?” “Duo, this is Lady Une.” “Hey boss,” he said. “It’s my day off, isn’t it? Why are you calling me at home?” “I’ve got some news for you.” He stiffened. “What is it?” he asked sharply. “At twenty two hundred hours last night I launched an operation…” “Tell me what I want to know, Boss,” he interrupted, his heart pounding, a thousand conclusions crossing his mind. “It was a success.” “That means…Heero is coming home?” he asked, mentally berating himself for sounding so anxious, so hopeful. “Yes,” Lady Une said. “No,” another voice, a familiar one, said at the same time. Duo whirled around, gripping the phone tight. Heero stood at the bedroom door. He looked thinner, unshaven and tired, and Duo was too stunned to move. “Duo?” Lady Une asked from the phone. “It means Heero is home,” Heero continued softly. “Heero,” Duo breathed, drinking in the sight of his lover. “Duo?” Lady Une repeated. “Heero’s home.” With that, Duo clicked off the phone, letting it drop onto the bed. For a long moment, the two men simply stared at one another. Duo moved first, crossing the room in several strides. Heero dropped his duffle and stepped forward; they wrapped their arms tight around each other. “Oh God,” Duo whispered. “This isn’t another dream is it?” “No,” Heero answered. “The mission is over.” Duo could hear the exhaustion in his lover’s voice. Later, he told himself, he would ask about it. Now, he had to take care of Heero. “I’ve missed you so much,” he said against Heero’s neck. Heero simply nodded, breathing in the familiar scent of his lover. “Take a shower with me,” he replied. “I just showered,” Duo said. Heero shook his head. “Take a shower with me,” he repeated. Duo pulled back, blinking back his tears and studying Heero’s face again. He noticed a cut healing on Heero’s cheekbone; saw that his hair was longer than Heero usually kept it. He also glimpsed the earring stud Heero had apparently acquired. Their eyes met and Duo felt himself drown in the depths of those blue eyes and he slowly smiled and nodded. “Can I get a kiss now?” Heero asked. Before Duo could answer, Heero leaned forward and captured Duo’s lips, and Duo’s eyes closed as he held Heero as tightly as possible against himself. “I’m not leaving again,” Heero mumbled against Duo’s lips. “Hold on any tighter and I’ll lose my ability to breathe.” Duo kissed Heero between his words and laughed breathlessly. “I never thought I’d say this,” he said, dropping another kiss onto Heero’s lips. “But stop talking, Heero, and kiss me some more.” He thrust his tongue into Heero’s mouth, tasting cheap coffee chased by a mint, followed by the familiar touch of Heero’s tongue twining against his. Pulling back after a long moment, he rested his forehead against Heero’s. “And I’ll hold on as tight as I damn well want to,” he added, staring deep into Heero’s eyes. “Good,” Heero whispered, rubbing his nose against Duo’s. “Because I don’t intend to let go of you.”
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