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"Cockpit"Written By: t-shirt Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are
copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties.
I make no money with this fic. Rating: R Warnings: Angst, fluff, mild language, lemon,
Cannon Pairings: 1x2 Summary: When Hiiro is forced to save Duo from a doomed battle ending them in the cockpit of Wing together things get hotter than either of them ever dreamed. "Cockpit"
Ch 1 “Damn it! Duo! Get out of there!” The black velvet of space was split by the brilliant explosions of several mobile suits as the braided pilot rushed the line but Hiiro knew it was useless. The sheer number of them was mind numbing and it was just getting worse as reinforcements gathered. “Duo!” he shouted again as the space Aries his partner had stolen was rocked from behind by a direct hit but still there was no response. “Damn it!” he swore again maneuvering for better advantage against the few suits that were making it past his berserker partner. As usual, Duo was cutting through the crowd with uncanny precision but there was no way he’d last against such numbers. It took a total of three point five seconds for the Japanese pilot to come to his decision calculating the odds of their chances for survival at the same time he was enacting his rapidly forming plan but a sudden and unforeseen shot changed the whole scheme when it connected with Duo’s suit. “DUO!” It was as if the gates of Hell had opened and swallowed him whole as a fireball exploded in the pitch. “GOD DAMMIT, DUO! ANSWER ME!” But there came no reply. “Shit!” he swore as an ice shield slammed shut over his chest. He couldn’t feel, not now, he’d feel later but right at that moment he had to get to the blast sight and retrieve his friend or what was left of him. No! His mind refused to believe his partner was anything but alive as he dove into the enemy line slicing and silencing anything that came close until there was a big enough hole in the onslaught that he had a chance to search. “Duo,” he breathed spotting the remains of his suit, his momentary lapse as his eyes searched for any sign of the braided pilot costing him as he took a hit to the side but Wing’s gundanium armor absorbed most of the damage allowing him to neutralize the stray suit before suddenly spotting a man floating near Duo’s wrecked suit. The presence of yet another wave of enemy coming their way presented him with little choice but to scoop the braided pilot up in one of Wing’s enormous hands and run. There was no way they could keep up with his Gundam but he didn’t slow down until he was certain there was enough space between them they couldn’t find them easily. His skin was covered in sweat, much more so than even in the heat of battle as he pulled Wing’s hand up so he could look his partner over. Thank the gods he’d worn his pressure suit and that it appeared to be intact but he was unconscious. Another five minutes put them well within an asteroid cluster that provided both cover from their pursuers and an opportunity to bring the injured pilot inside. “Damn,” Hiiro cursed as he rushed to climb into his pressure suit as he hadn’t been prepared to go into battle when he’d picked up Duo’s distress signal. Two minutes later he slapped the hatch release and forced his heart beat to slow as Duo’s limp form came into view. “Duo?” he called softly pulling his partner inside the cramped cockpit and making sure he was clear before shutting it. “Duo?” Gods… please… “Unnng…” Yes! “Duo?” he called again eyeing the pressurization gauges. Just a little more... “Damn,” the braided pilot groaned trying to straighten up and smacking his charred helmet on the ceiling. “What the…?” “Status?” Hiiro inquired. “Fucked sideways?” Duo chuckled grinning even more when the lewd comment garnered the usual red flush from his partner’s face. “What in the hell were you thinking!?” Hiiro growled smacking his helmet so hard his head bounced off the wall. “Ahhooww!” Duo groaned but couldn’t stop the rolling laugh. “It’s not like I went looking for them! They ambushed me!” “How did they even know where you were?!” the Japanese boy grumbled angrily jerking Duo’s helmet off. “And where’s Deathscythe?” “On sabbatical,” Duo sighed rolling his head as he rubbed his sore neck. “You should’ve just run.” “In that hunk of junk?” Duo chuckled trying to get more comfortable as Hiiro’s thigh was riding up his ass. Hiiro could see he was going to loose the argument as Duo had obviously preformed well in spite of his seemingly reckless behavior so he sighed and turned his attention to ridding himself of his cumbersome helmet. “Where are we?” Duo wondered squirming around until he was sitting on Hiiro’s lap so he could see the console. “MG90? Damn, how long was I out?” “Over an hour,” Hiiro grumbled thinking absently that it might have been better if he’d left him outside. “Shit,” the braided pilot sighed leaning back. “Duo!” “Oh, sorry,” he sighed again trying to turn so he could see his savior but the cramped space demanded a full twist for which his tired body was ill prepared. “Will you stop… wiggling!?” Hiiro groused seizing his hips to steady him. “I don’t know if anyone ever told you this before, man, but you’ve got a bony lap,” Duo chuckled shifting again. “It wouldn’t be so bony if you’d stop squirming!” Hiiro snipped glad only for the fact that Duo was facing the other way when his face lit on fire. “What in the hell are you…?” Duo grumbled managing to turn enough to get a glimpse of his face, the crimson glow and his inability to look at him coupled with the annoying lump under his ass bringing comprehension to his mind with disturbing speed. “Whoa!” he gasped flattening himself on the hatch. “What the hell!” “If you’d stop squirming…” “What the fuck are you thinking!?” “There isn’t a lot of thought involved, Duo.” “Yeah, well your trouser snakes confused,” Duo grumbled as his arms began to shake with fatigue. “Its fine,” Hiiro sighed. “Just sit and don’t wiggle around and I think I can control it.” “Do you always get a boner during battle?” Duo wondered gingerly letting his body down on Hiiro’s knees as his tired arms gave out. “No.” “Just when someone’s uh… wiggling around on your lap?” the braided pilot wondered nervously turning to look at him. “Don’t!.... move… damn it,” Hiiro sighed redoubling his efforts to will the erection away. “Ok, man,” Duo chuckled rather unsteadily, “That’s just… really… “Duo?” “Weird,” the braided boy softly intoned just before he collapsed on his partner’s chest. “Duo!?” Shit! Hiiro hastily rolled him to the side so he could get to the med kit taking out a bio scanner but it was useless with the barrier of Duo’s pressure suit. Groaning internally at what he knew he had to do he began to tug and pull the slender boy out of the bulky apparatuses. He had hoped his partner would at least have on the regulation jumper that went underneath but all he found was a pair of black shorts and a tank indicating he’d had to strip off his street clothes in order to put on the suit. Once removed it was stuffed into a compartment and Hiiro took a very deep breath trying very hard to regulate his heart beat as he laid Duo’s mostly naked body on his chest and began to scan for internal injuries. There was a small concussion on the back, right side of his head which explained his inability to stay awake but he appeared otherwise devoid of major injury. They must’ve improved the blast shields in the cockpits of the Aries and for once Hiiro was damn glad they’d upgraded. It was clear Duo wasn’t waking up for a while however, so he turned his attention to their situation. It was far worse than he had originally thought. How could he have missed such important details? He kicked himself for an instant then glanced at the profile of Duo’s face and sighed knowing exactly how he’d missed the damage to his power cells. His mind had been on more important matters at the time. It was a given their enemies would eventually sweep the cluster in their search for the missing Wing so he tucked them in as close to one of the larger rocks as he could and sent out the distress signal. With a little luck one of their friends would be close enough to come to their aid, until then, they would have to wait. He groaned again thinking of all the hours they might be stuck inside the tiny cockpit together and the warmth of Duo’s body against his, how tantalizing it had felt when he wiggled around on his lap… “Fuck.” Oh no. “We’re still here,” Duo groaned raising an arm to scrub at his eyes. “How long?” “Forty minutes.” “Damn,” the longhaired boy sighed suddenly stilling and Hiiro’s face flushed the darkest of reds as he slowly rolled amethyst eyes to regard him suspiciously. “Do I wiggle in my sleep?” “I uh… ahem…no,” Hiiro stammered. “The power cells are damaged,” he evaded viciously clamping down on the rising heat inside him. “Life support?” Duo inquired only seeming to be half paying attention as he sat up and inspected his situation. “Two days, tops,” Hiiro replied gasping sharply when Duo suddenly rolled his hips. “Stop!” “You’re really turned on,” the braided pilot laughed doing it again. “Duo,” Hiiro growled in warning gripping his hips firmly to still them. “Damn,” Duo chuckled. “You must really be hard up to get turned on by a guy.” “Not every man prefers girls.” A long moment of silence ensued in which Duo stared blankly back at him and Hiiro tried not to spontaneously combust. “You like men.”“Yes… so be still.” “………… *snicker*” “What’s so damn funny?” Hiiro snipped. “S…sorry,” Duo chuckled forcing the laugh to remain mostly within his ribs. “It’s just… Relena…” “If Oz is doing their job right they should sweep this cluster within the next three hours,” Hiiro stated firmly. “Any chance of rescue?” Duo snickered. “Forty two percent.” “Damn,” Duo sighed noting the beacon was activated. “Guess there’s not much to do but wait,” he commented laying his weight back on Hiiro’s chest which nestled his ass over the lump in his partners lap. He lay still for a time before an impish smile curled his lips and he rocked his hips. “God damn it, Duo!” Hiiro growled in frustration. “Sorry,” the braided boy snickered. “It’s just too easy.” “You have no idea,” Hiiro mumbled going back to checking his information again. ~ * ~ tbc... |
