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"Iia Disera Side Fic #3"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. All of the characters depicted in this story
are adults. Rating: R Pairings: 1x2x1 Wordcount: 1,424 Notes: Beta-read by Jana!
"Iia Disera Side Fic #3"
“Shit,” he muttered, straightening in his seat. His other grabbed his hand and examined it before raising an eyebrow at Heero. “What does that have to do with this?” Heero frowned in confusion. “What does what have to do with what?” “What you said,” Duo clarified. “What does that have to do with you cutting your finger?” “Shit?” Duo nodded before he took the tip of Heero’s finger into his mouth, licking the wound to clean the drop of blood. “I don’t see why your cut has anything to do with waste coming from your body.” Heero chuckled. “Shit is…a bad word,” he tried to explain. “I used it as an expression, not for the literal meaning.” Duo released Heero’s hand. “So you say something that, depending on when it is spoken and for what matter, could mean something different than what the word usually means?” “Something like that,” Heero said. “Do Arians speak like that?” “Maybe. I don’t think I really understand. Give me another example.” Heero could only think of one more. “Another example is the word fuck.” Duo frowned. “I’m not getting a translation for that one. Say it again.” “Fuck,” Heero repeated. “What does it mean?” “Well, used the way I just spoke, it’s an expression of…I don’t know. Anger? Disappointment? Oh no?” “What does this word really mean though?” Heero got out of his chair and straddled his other. It was a bold move, but he told himself that Duo would understand better with actions and not just words. “Fuck,” he said as Duo’s arms surrounded his waist. “Is another word for sex.” Duo’s eyes widened. “How can you use the word for sex to show disappointment?” He leaned a little closer to Heero. “Do Hydrans have trouble having sex? Is that why?” Heero laughed. “I don’t know the history of the word,” he admitted. “I only know its literal meaning and how it can be used based on the way the scientists or the other people around me said it.” “You had to watch them have sex?” Duo looked horrified at the thought. “No, I mean when they did something wrong. Like a miscalculation, for example. They would say ‘fuck’, and then do it all over again.” “As an expression,” Duo said slowly. Heero nodded, shifting his hips as Duo’s hands kneaded his ass. “So can you use it for the real meaning?” Heero nodded, pulling the earpiece from Duo and slipping it quickly into a pocket along his belt. Leaning close, he let his breath drift over Duo’s ear before he whispered. “Fuck me now.” Duo stood abruptly, knocking his chair back and leaning Heero against the table. His hands gripped Heero’s ass and pulled their groins together; Heero gasped when he felt his other’s hardness against his own. “I’ll show you fuck,” Duo growled. Heero could have laughed at the way Duo spoke in English, but he only shivered at the tone and his other’s expression. “Here?” he asked. Duo ignored him and crushed their lips together, his hands slipping back around the front of Heero’s hips to undo the belt and pull down his pants. Giving Heero’s cock several quick pumps, Duo then took off his own belt and slid his pants down. “Iia disera,” Duo said as he moved his work aside and pushed Heero up onto the table. Stripping the pants the rest of the way off of Heero, Duo stepped between his other’s bare legs and rubbed their naked erections together. “Fuck,” Heero moaned. The sensation of Duo’s hard flesh against his own always felt so, so good. He’d meant to use the word to express himself, but Duo took him literally. Slipping his arms under Heero’s legs to lift them, Duo pressed his hands onto the table and rubbed the head of his cock against Heero’s entrance. Heero balanced himself on one elbow and reached to guide Duo in. The both of them moaned as Duo slowly slipped into Heero. Then, Heero’s head fell back as Duo slowly rocked his hips, letting Heero feel just how large his other was within him. The breathless ‘fuck’ was barely audible as Heero dropped his second elbow down on the table again. “Fuck me now, Duo!” he growled when Duo continued to slowly rock his hips. With a wicked grin, Duo moved back until just the head of his cock remained with Heero’s body. The gleam in his eye should have warned Heero but the spoken words shocked him. “Beg for it,” Duo said in perfect English. “Fuck, of all times for you to speak English,” Heero said, squeezing his muscles as that was the only way he could return the teasing to his lover. Duo’s hips shifted slightly in reaction. “I think I understand. That was for expression, not the literal meaning,” Duo said. His eyes were almost black now; his control would not last much longer. Heero decided that he didn’t want to stay in control any longer, either, and he was going to take his lover over that edge with him. “Iia disera,” he breathed, looking right into Duo’s eyes. Duo’s breath hitched and Heero could feel his muscles tense, marking the moments before Duo’s body would take over his mind. His own eyes would be dark now, too, and Heero saw the hungry expression on Duo’s face. Lying down completely, he found Duo’s hands on the table and gripped Duo’s wrists. “Iia disera,” he said, louder this time. “So damnit, fuck me now!” The moment Duo thrust into him, Heero only recalled tightening his grip on Duo’s wrists. His world exploded into nothing but pleasurable sensations, his memories foggy with the recollections of staring into Duo’s face. Then, one of his legs was dropped and he yelled, feeling Duo’s hand on his cock and pumping him hard in time with those thrusts that sent sparks of white flying behind his eyelids. When his mind returned, he knew from the feeling in his throat that he’d screamed pretty loudly. His heart was racing the way it always did after lovemaking and Duo’s body rest above his, heavy in a comforting way. He could feel his other’s seed dripping from his body but he couldn’t bring himself to care. It took some effort to wrap his arms around Duo, and he felt his other nuzzle him. “Good?” Duo asked. “Very good,” Heero murmured. Duo lifted his head, his sated expression probably a mirror of Heero’s own. Duo kissed him gently, and Heero slipped a hand into Duo’s hair to encourage his other to keep kissing him. Breathless, they finally separated and Duo pulled Heero up with him. Stripping off Heero’s shirt for him, he turned it inside out and wiped them both clean. Then, ever thoughtful of his other, Duo stripped off his own shirt and pulled it over Heero’s head. He also took the liberty of doing up Heero’s belt for him and taking his earpiece from the belt. Heero was curious about the action; it wasn’t something Duo liked to do. Hell, if anything his other liked to strip his belt off, not put it back on! He relaxed, knowing that his other did, indeed, have an ulterior motive when Duo’s hand cupped his sated cock through the pants, rubbing it and earning a twitch and then another. “I’m not done with you yet,” Duo said, pressing another kiss to Heero’s lips. “It’s your turn to fuck me,” he mumbled against Heero’s mouth. “Yes,” Heero replied, pulling Duo’s hand from his cock before his other could make him completely hard, making it difficult, not to mention possibly embarrassing, to walk back to their room. “It’s my turn to fuck you.” Duo laughed as he did up his own belt. “Fuck can be used to express good things too, right?” Duo asked. “I think I heard you saying it over and over.” “Why don’t you try it out,” Heero said suggestively. “And feel for yourself what it feels like to scream that word as I make love to you?” “What are we waiting for?” Duo asked, stepping close to rock their hips together for a brief moment. Heero could feel Duo’s semi-erect cock before Duo turned away. His braid teased him too, brushing across his hip with Duo’s movement. “Come on, my other,” he said, beckoning with a finger over his shoulder. “Don’t keep me waiting.” ~ * ~ On to Side Fic #4 |
