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"The Princess With The Purple Heart"Written By: ExecutiveShrimp Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, it belongs
to Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. Written for pleasure not
profit. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Smut, angst, AU Pairings: 1x2, Summary: Don't ask, don't tell
"The Princess With The Purple Heart" Nine It's the tenth month of their tour and for Duo, jerking off in his cot with his fellow soldier only three feet away, is no longer strange; it's a turn on and it's something he looks forward to and it's become almost a nightly routine for them. They never speak of their nighttime pleasure, not even in the darkness of the night after they've just finished. But Duo thinks about it all the time: when he falls in line behind the Corporal during their drills or patrols, when they sit shoulder-to-shoulder in the Mess Hall, when they get competitive and handsy during a game of basketball in the Rec Hall or a game of football in the dirt outside. Especially when they stand next to each other in the showers and Duo steals glances at the naked body of his friend, titillated by the fact that Heero knows he is looking and never warns him not to. It's a game to Duo – an innocent game, but an exciting one. Never a dull moment at Camp Sharana. It is night again and Duo fights to keep quiet so he can better hear the delightful sounds Heero is making. It varies between soft gasps, pitchy whines and deep, rumbling moans and Duo likes everything the same. He is under his warm covers and his body is heated from the arousal, but there are goosebumps on his forearms anyway. He halts the movement of his fist and just holds his cock by the base and feels it twitch in response to Heero. "Nnn… I'm close," Heero announces, too soon for Duo's liking. Although sometimes they say things while masturbating together, they never actually talk to each other; they never verbally respond to each other. Anything that is said, is said to no one. At least, that was the game of pretend that they had been keeping up. But Duo breaks from that unspoken rule as he replies: "Not yet. Give us a little longer." Heero grunts and Duo can't tell if he liked or resented being spoken to in the heat of the moment. It would be much easier if he could see his face. He wants to see his face. He wants to see the pleasure written all over his features, the way he had that one night, when they had both been seated on Heero's cot. The night of the kiss. That was weeks ago, but it still fueled Duo's fantasies more than anything. "Can you hold off?" It's daring to ask him a question, forcing the other to respond; it could ruin everything. Finally, Heero replies through gritted teeth: "…yeah." Duo spits into his hand again, to get it wet after letting the saliva dry in his palm and holds his hand still around his erection so he can buck up into it. A few weeks ago, whenever he closed his eyes, his hand stopped being his own – it became Heero's hand. Lately, his hand is not anybody's hand, it is Heero's body. He hasn't tried to figure out what that means, exactly – it's confrontational and maybe a little disturbing and he doesn't want to taint these nights with anything real, with anything he might have to take back home with him. This is wartime and they have to make do with what they have. Duo intends to leave all these thoughts and desires behind at Camp Sharana when they leave. Nothing has to change. There are some things about war that you can't leave behind – no matter how hard you try – and that is what PTSD therapy is for, but what is happening between him and Heero is just an innocent game. It has become his favorite game to play at war, but he has different games at home. Don't cross the streams. He pants through his open mouth and keeps wetting his bottom lip with his tongue. He yearns for a kiss and it's driving him crazy. He at least wants to see the lips he hasn't been able to stop thinking about. With his free hand he reaches out and boldly switches on the light on the nightstand that separates their cots. "Fuck! Duo!" Heero objects and he glares at him for only a moment before turning his face away from him. His hand has stilled under the blanket, but he is not letting go of himself, too close to climax to be willing to give up entirely, in spite of the unwanted interruption. "I want to see you." "There's nothing to see anyway," he hisses, "we're both under the covers." "I don't want to see your dick, Heero," he argues although he acknowledges with a start that he is not being truthful, "I want to see you." "Why?" He whines and on top of having his face twisted towards the wall, he covers his face with left hand as well. "Just let me." He doesn't have a better answer ready than that. Having nothing else to look at, he focuses on the delicate shape of the shell of Heero's small ears, he follows the sharp jawline, noting the tension as Heero clenches his jaw shut and he licks his lips again watching the curve of his throat. Duo continues to pleasure himself and doesn't bite back any of his moans. Heero tenses up further, Duo can see it in the way his collarbones become more prominent, outlined by dark shadows. "Come on," he urges, his voice deep and low. "I know you're close. I know you need this." Heero twists his head further and moans around a mouthful of pillowcase. In spite of his embarrassment, he give in to the needs of his body. He brings his knees up to hide the movement of his hand as he follows Duo's lead and continues to stroke himself. Duo brings his left hand back down to roll and squeeze his balls, adding to his pleasure. "I'm touching my balls too… feels so good," he breathes, meaning to tempt Heero. After a while, Heero also moves his left hand under the covers, but he purposefully keeps his face turned away to hide from Duo's prying stare. "…fuck…" "It's been a long fucking tour…" Duo says and a single, dry chuckle escapes him. "I still remember that kiss." That remark causes Heero to snap his head around to fix a surprised stare on Duo, but all Duo can do is moan at the sight of him. He looks even better than he remembered. His full lips are wet and parted and a little swollen, probably from biting on them. His eyes are only half open and long, black lashes darken the blue of his irises. His cheeks are flushed red. Heero's shock melts away and he bites his lip again when he succumbs to the pleasure. He squeezes his eyes shut but opens them when Duo begs him to keep looking at him. "You're pretty," Duo extols breathlessly. He means it, and not only because the only seven women on base look more like men than most of the guys do. "Fuck you." They keep their gazes locked as they bring themselves to completion and it crosses Duo's mind that it is the most intimate sexual experience he has ever had and he doesn't at all comprehend it. They both fight to keep their eyes open as their orgasm hits them, but eventually Heero gives into the intensity and he shuts his eyes and throws his head back. His mouth is open in another soundless moan and Duo catches himself wishing for the chance to make him scream during his orgasm – maybe even specifically cry out Duo's name. He makes sure to catch his come in his hand because his sheets aren't due for laundry until the end of the week. They both take a moment to compose themselves, but Duo never tears his gaze away from Heero's face and waits for the other to look at him again. When blue eyes meet his, he offers him a cheeky grin and one corner of Heero's mouth curls up as well. Emboldened by the night's success, Duo tucks himself back into his boxers and then throws the covers to the side and get out of bed. He never breaks eye-contact with Heero and he can read the question in his eyes, but he doesn't say anything. He kneels down next to the cot where Heero lies frozen and waiting. He strokes one hand through the longer hair on the top of Heero's head as he slowly leans down, giving Heero time to turn away or punch him in the face if that is what he would prefer to a kiss. Heero just keeps waiting. Neither of them is thinking clearly, that is what Duo blames it on. The distance closes between them and they both close their eyes the moment their lips meet. The kiss starts shallow and tentative, like it was last time, but when Heero doesn't turn away, he leaves Duo the opportunity to pour more passion into the kiss. Their lips move together, lazy and unhurried in the aftermath of their orgasm. Duo licks at Heero's bottom lip and takes his cue when Heero opens his mouth further. He slides his tongue between the parted lips and meets with Heero's. It's a shy dance, without purpose. They feel and taste each other. It's perfect and Duo sighs into the kiss. When Duo pulls back, Heero raises his head off the pillow, chasing Duo's lips like he doesn't want the kiss to end, but he catches himself and lets his head lower back down. Their gazes meet again and there is no panic, or distress, or confusion between them. Duo smiles down sheepishly and Heero mirrors him. Wordlessly, they clean up the mess they had made of themselves and go to sleep.
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