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The Unity Arc 01: The Rush	By : tamiveldura Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3512 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Shinashi - I�m so glad you enjoyed it! Hopefully The Secret lives up to my previous sections.
Aydammair - Thank you so much for your thoughts! They make my world go �round :D

SapphirexKat2 - *checks Masochism off the list* Thanks to part four I can also check off mild bondage XDD enjoy.
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The Secret
Duo twisted the wrench in his hand with a grunt and carefully organized the wiring he was currently buried elbow deep inside. Normally this was not much of a problem, but a converter in �Scythe�s right ankle fried in the last firefight and a whole series of breakers flipped to save the machine from further damage. So now Duo was contorted on the hanger floor. He worked mostly by touch, with his hands extended nearly as far as they could reach over his head, and the strain was getting to him.
But for all that, the replacement was done and it was only a matter of testing. Then �Scythe would be better than new. Duo disentangled the wires and stood up slowly. A steel arm shoved him about. Heero pinned his neck and right arm to the mecha and Duo saw his death in those Prussian eyes. He struggled but Heero had the upper hand and superior strength, all he managed to do was tear out a few wires.
�Fuck you, Yuy.� He gasped out.
Heero narrowed his eyes. �You marked me.�
Hell, was that what this was about? A little late, Perfect Soldier! The cuts were probably long gone by now. Duo stilled under the pilot�s hold but couldn�t suppress the downward flick of his eyes. Heero cut his air further and growled.
�Why?�
Duo would have laughed if he had the air. �Because I could. Because you can barely resist it.� Duo�s smile was feral and he stroked Heero�s cheek with his free left hand. He hooked and ankle around Heero�s knee and pulled them together. This time he did chuckle. �Try and deny it-�
�You don�t own me, Oh-two.�
Back to numbers, were they? He didn�t even warrant a last name? The Perfect Soldier must be pissed. Yes, that emotion you�re feeling, Heero; that one�s called anger.
�No more than you own me, Yuy.� Duo smirked, then gulped for air.
�Emotional attachment compromises the mission-�
�What,� Duo interrupted with a slight pout, �You think I won�t be able to kill you?� A spring twanged at Duo�s left wrist and the abrupt stillness was absolute. Sinigami smiled. It took some doing to surprise the Perfect Soldier. Duo was right handed, sure enough, but was distinctly aware of how terrible that dependency could be. He started practicing with his knives on the left hand two missions ago.
Poor Yuy apparently hadn�t noticed.
Duo stroked the blade down Heero�s neck then exploded into movement. That was another thing he�d been working on. If he couldn�t be stronger than his partner than he damn well was going to be faster. With his ankle still hooked around Heero�s knee he pushed the pilot backward and off balance, then rode the momentum down to straddle the man. The wide-eyed look he savored on the way down was well worth the jarred landing.
He pinned one hand under his right knee and caught a shoulder under his left then sat his ass down on Heero�s erection to distract the pilot from bucking him off. Heero bucked anyway and twisted his hips to pleasure himself. Duo bent forward and kicked Heero�s feet flat, his hand landed on a coil of rope and Shinigami�s smile turned downright sinister.
Duo looped the rope around Heero�s right hand. The pilot dislocated his thumb to slip through it immediately. The knife skittered along the cement into some corner. Duo let it go, he had another on his right hand after all.
�Oh, fine then.� Duo muttered and looped the rope around Heero�s elbow instead, then coiled it down his forearm and tied another loop at the wrist. They grappled for a moment. Heero twisted about and Duo lost his balance and fell to the side. Heero followed with a grin.
With their positions reversed Duo got desperate. His hands found an iron ring above his head set into the cement, probably one of several used with the winches. He threaded the end of the rope through the ring and yanked it back down hard. Heero�s hand jerked up and a startled �Shit!� escaped the Perfect Soldier�s control.
Duo laughed and rolled them over again then set to tying a knot. After that it was an easy matter to lash Heero�s other hand to another ring. The spring at his right wrist launched a knife into his hand. Duo sliced the green tank top to ribbons with a snicker. He�d probably catch shit for that later but he didn�t care. He was starting to consider tattered clothes his trademark.
He started on the pants when Heero hissed: �Pocket�� to make Duo pause. Pocket? They didn�t carry things in their pockets, it made flexible movement more difficult. With a distracted frown he fished in the fabric. The small tube he found was a distinct surprise.
�Why Hee-chan. I didn�t know you cared!� And laughed when Heero tried to dislodge his firm position with a vicious twist of his hips. Duo simply bore down on the movement; it melted into a surge that rippled up Heero�s chest. The Perfect Soldier caught the sound before it could escape. Duo frowned. He wanted to hear the man scream his name, not swallow it under rigid control.
Heero quickly lost his pants after that. Duo managed to toss his shirt to the side before Heero hooked his knees and pulled him back down. Duo fell forward. He planted his hands on either side of the pilot and bent to kiss him, not at all protesting the skin to skin contact it brought. He nibbled down the straight jaw and nipped the skin at the top of the neck. Heero hissed. His bound hands prevented him from rolling them over and finishing the whole process too quickly. Which was just fine with Duo, he was having a little fun making the Perfect Soldier wait.
Duo wiggled out of his pants and their frantic movements slowed. Heero took the braided pilot�s weight with no protest and they kissed for a moment. Duo languidly explored the mouth below his, enjoyed Heero�s heat along the length of his body, and was struck with the urge to curl up here in this moment and never leave it.
He strangled a laugh, muffled it against Heero�s skin. The Perfect Soldier would have his hide if he ever suspected that thought. Duo pushed it as far away as he could and groped for the lube.
He took time to prepare himself, made a show of it as best as he could. Heero�s eyes faded from brilliant Prussian to gunmetal grey. Duo could see the shift when the pilot tried to put a cap on his reactions. It made him try harder.
The touch of his hand along Heero�s length caused another change. From lethal grey to frozen ice. The last and final hurdle Heero had to hold back and subdue a wonton creature.
Duo moaned when he impaled himself. There was nothing in the world that could compare to the slow stretch of another living being nor to the sensation of each stiff inch of flesh dragging across his prostate. Pleasure shuddered through him in an idyllic wave but it was the small issue of sound from Heero�s lips that made him forget how to breathe.
He didn�t wait to savor the moment. As soon as his ass touched Heero�s hips he surged upward again and impaled himself a second time just as slowly as the first.
Heero shifted, moved to counter his surging repetition, and drove their pattern faster, harder. They rocked. Even Heero�s tangled hands added to the movement. With every lurch upward he tugged on the ropes and used the leverage through his shoulders to snap his hips in that perfect arc of control.
Duo�s breath hitched. He knew he was gone, had known it when Heero became an object of comfort rather than merely competition. He had to hide the feeling somehow, bury it so deeply that even he forgot about it.
Another slow wave of sensation made his fingers tingle and Duo was suddenly doubtful. If he couldn�t hide this soft spot than he�d have to distract Heero from it for as long as he could.
The Perfect Soldier would find out, he always did.
Hopefully he�d be off on a mission when that realization hit.
They rocked, Duo gasped; �Say it?� and bit his tongue. He didn�t mean for that to come out, didn�t mean to say anything at all.
Heero thrust against him sharply and Duo met it with eyes clenched shut. Stupid. Giving the man clues was not the best way to keep a secret, honestly. You�d think he never went through training the way he was spilling his guts here.
What an interrogation method; secrets by sex. Kushrenada would have a field day.
�Duo�.� It was a sigh. It was barely above the threshold of sound. It slammed into Duo�s chest like a hammer and made him pant for air. That word was painfully tight with need and desire and begged to be answered.
This emotion, Heero; this one is called lust.
Duo cut off an articulation that would have echoed in the hanger and managed to suppress it into a whimper. It was more than lust.
Then his partner did it again; �Duo--� and it shattered his control. He was more than a number. More than a survivor of some �children�s home� on L2 where even the rich lived in squalor. He had a name and somewhere in that complex linear mind Heero knew it.
Duo nearly wept when the climax finally broke over them. He heard his name, repeated over and over. Shouted, whispered, strained and finally in panting relief.
When the haze cleared Heero was holding him tightly and Duo let himself relax, boneless. He kept his mouth shut but opened his eyes to assess� he wasn�t sure. Heero�s reaction? Maybe. Either way his stare fell on his knife and a thought formed.
He retrieved the blade and forced his body to sit up. Heero clung to him, tried to drag him back down, but the thought was persistent and so was Duo. He slid lower and swiped a hand on that juncture of hip and thigh where the thin white lines of his name were almost faded.
He traced over them, drawing blood this time and Heero did not protest until he was finished.
Prussian eyes stared, perfectly lucid. �Why?�
Duo answered before he could talk himself out of it by thinking. �Because I am the only one you let even an inch closer to you and God as my witness I am going to defend that inch with my dieing breath.�
It came out in a rush. Before he could regret it, Duo bolted for the door, bending once on his way to snatch his other knife. He may run and hide, but he would never tell a lie.
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