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Surrender	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 839 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor any of its characters. I only own the original characters. And nobody's paying me to write this.

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I hate this! Yes, I probably appear to be pouting to the man next to me, but, at the moment, I couldn't give a rat's ass (phrase unabashedly stolen from Duo). Only four days into treatment and I'm ready to gut someone, preferably Dr. Weir. Why? Because he's the one who prescribed the drugs they've been pumping into my system, that's why. You want a long monologue on what's been going on here? Tough shit. I feel like shit, so I don't feel like going into it.
Suffice to say, Duo's still here, Quatre hovers like a nursemaid, the doctors and nurses are doing their best to turn my stomach inside out, and all I can do is sit back and hope against hope that something in this chaos will come to a good end.
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Heero leaned back from the toilet, resting his spine against the tub and allowing Quatre to wipe his face with a wet wash cloth. Dark blue eyes peered up into bright, but concerned cerulean eyes. “I'm sorry.”
Quatre shook his head. “There's no reason to be sorry. We knew the nausea meds might not work due to the strength of the chemo they're putting in you.”
Heero closed his eyes. “Quatre?”
“Hm?”
“You're too good, you know that?”
The hand wiping his face paused. “Not really.”
He snorted. “Who else would put their life on hold for someone? It's ridiculous what you do for me.”
The reply was long in coming. “I can't help it. It's how I am, and you...”
Blue eyes slit open. “I what?”
Quatre met his gaze. “You deserve a chance, Heero. You have earned so much. I won't let you go without receiving it.”
Heero couldn't say anything as the blond pressed a cup to his lips and ordered him to swish and spit. He did as told and allowed the blond to help him back to bed. He settled between the sheets and sighed, closing his eyes. “Quatre?”
“Hm?”
“I was with Trowa.”
The blond started, eyes widening impossibly as he looked to Heero. “What?”
He nodded. “For about three months during the war.”
Quatre sat on the edge of the bed. “What happened?”
His lips turned up cynically. “He realized he wasn't gay. He was attracted to my, as he put it, 'strength' and 'devotion'.” He looked up to the blond. “I loved him, Quatre. And... I guess, the thought of someone deciding they're not gay has haunted me ever since. I've been with a woman and I can... handle that, but it does nothing for me. I'm bi, but I prefer men. And I'll only be with a man who is absolutely sure of who and what he is.”
Quatre nodded slowly, lifting Heero's hand to his chest. “I've never been with anyone, Heero, not in the literal sense, at least. Hand and blow jobs are all I've given or received.” He ducked his head. “I... I'm very inexperienced, but I know what I prefer.”
Heero was stunned. Not because he thought the blond was loose or anything, but who in their right mind could touch Quatre and not need more? He pressed his hand to Quatre's chest. “They were idiots.”
Quatre frowned. “Huh?”
Heero smirked softly. “If I ever started with you, I'd never be able to stop.”
His pale skin tinted red. “What?”
“I've never met anyone who had more to offer than you. Not just looks, but heart and character. Quatre, you're the purist of us all. I... well, I've only been with two men and one woman... not many, I know, but none of them effected me like you do.”
Quatre gaped. “Why didn't you tell me?”
Heero shrugged. “I already told you that. You were pure. I couldn't stand the idea of tainting that. Even if I suspected you were gay, I was sure you deserved better than me.”
Quatre raised Heero's hand to his lips and kissed his knuckles. “And now?”
He took a breath. “Now... happiness is all that matters. I'm attracted to you. Who with eyes in their head wouldn't be?” He licked his lips. “I don't want to die without love,” he said quietly.
The blond swallowed. “You're not going to die.”
He shook his head. “You don't know that.”
Quatre knew he was right. “Heero, I need to tell you something. I need you to promise you won't get mad or go weird on me.” He turned to face Heero fully. “I love-”
Full lips quirked up in the corners. “Just kiss me, idiot.”
Without further prompting, Quatre did just that. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Heero's. It was far more than he ever hoped he'd get and the sensation shot straight to his groin. He raked his tongue along Heero's lips and shifted as they opened for him to straddle Heero's hips. He held himself well above the body beneath him, allowing nothing but their lips to touch.
Heero closed his eyes, moaning as he felt Quatre's tongue caress his own. In pain or not, he needed some natural contact. Something to prove he was still alive. And he couldn't think of anyone's touch he wanted more than Quatre's. He shifted his legs to the sides, encouraging Quatre to settle between them. The blond pulled away, confusion clear on his face and Heero flushed.
“All right, here's the deal,” Heero said softly, “when this turns into actual... intercourse, I hope you're prepared to top; because I prefer to bottom.”
Quatre's jaw dropped. “What?” he asked in a strangled whisper.
Heero chuckled and raised a hand to cup the blond's cheek. “Masculinity has nothing to do with sex. I have no reservations in this area. I know what hurts... and what feels good.” He licked his lips and then tucked the bottom one between his teeth. “Quatre, I'm always in control, sometimes it's nice to have someone else to tell me what to do.”
“Heero, I can't. I have no clue what I'm doing. Well, I mean, I know what to do, but I'd hurt you for sure, and I'd just die if I hurt you. It's the last thing I want to do.”
Heero raised his other hand to frame Quatre's face between his palms. “It's been years since I've been with anyone and there's a good chance I'm not going to make it through this. I'm only going to get sicker. So, if you want me, Quatre...” He trailed off.
Quatre licked his lips, gazing into darkened cobalt eyes. “Heero, do you want me because I'm the easiest lay, or because I'm me?”
He shook his head. “I'd never call you an easy lay, and I want you because... you're everything anyone would want. I love you. I'm not in love with you, but I could be very easily.” His lips tipped up on one side. “I used to fantasize about what it would be like to be with you.”
Quatre gaped. “Are you serious?”
Heero nodded, face flushing slightly. “Please, Quatre, be with me. Help me fall in love with you.”
He sucked in a breath at the gift offered. “What do you want tonight?”
Heero met his eyes. “I want whatever you're willing to give me.”
He caught Heero's lips in a kiss that sent shock waves down his spine. Heero melted under his touch, handing over complete control to the blond. It was a heady experience for the blond. He was used to dominance in the office, but never outside, and he found it to be a rush like he'd never had. But it was also a precious gift he vowed not to tarnish.
Heero let his hands fall from Quatre's face to clench in his shirt, undemanding. The blond lowered slowly until their clothed bodies were flush together and Heero's head fell back to the pillows, gasping softly at the craved contact. Quatre used the opportunity to trail his lips down the Japanese man's neck. Heero's breath quickened and he tilted his neck for better access.
Quatre groaned. “You're beautiful,” he breathed, hands sliding down Heero's chest to the hem of his shirt.
Heero found the observation absurd but said nothing as Quatre tugged slightly on his shirt in a silent request. He raised up and allowed it to be removed, and suddenly found his chest attacked by hungry lips. He arched, eyes falling closed as a hot tongue ran over a nipple and sucked it between soft lips. Heat spread through his already burning body.
“Quatre.”
He raised his head. “You all right?”
He swallowed. “If you don't hurry up, I swear I'll cum before you even touch me.”
He chuckled softly and raised up to his knees, divesting himself of his shirt and tossing it to the floor. Heero sucked in a breath as a toned torso was presented to him. Quatre may have been a business man, but that hadn't ended his forays to the gym. He was as compact and fit as an athlete. Heero lay his palm flat to the side of Quatre's six pack and ran it up his chest before sliding to his bicep.
Quatre watched Heero's eyes move over his exposed body and there was no doubt the Japanese man wanted him. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Heero's softly. “I'll be right back.”
He all but ran from the room, returning quickly with a tube. Heero raised an eyebrow and he blushed. “Like you've never touched yourself.”
Heero laughed. “Touche.”
Quatre set the tube on the bed and pulled off his pants, tossing them to lay wit his shirt on the floor. He stood for a moment and allowed greedy eyes to roam over his form. He wasn't vain in any shape, form, or fashion, but he worked hard to keep in shape and it was rewarding to have that work appreciated. He crawled on to the bed and kissed Heero.
Cobalt eyes slid closed as Quatre took his lips in a searing kiss that went straight to his groin. When those slim hands tugged at his sweatpants, he readily lifted his hips and allowed them to be pulled down. Quatre sat back on his heels, taking his turn in being mesmerized by the lean body before him.
Full lips curved into a smirk and Heero spread his legs and bent his knees slightly. “I want you, Quatre.”
He licked his lips before attacking Heero's again. He pressed his body flush to the Japanese man's and both gasped as their erections pressed together deliciously. Heero rocked his hips, a plea for more contact. Quatre reached blindly for the lube, refusing to pull his lips from Heero's. He finally had to admit he'd never find it without looking and tore his lips from the other man's with a curse that had Heero chuckling softly.
Quatre found it and coated his finger, meeting Heero's eyes. “Are you sure?”
He groaned. “If you don't put something in me soon I swear I'll find someone who will.”
“Mmm, can't have that.” He latched his lips to Heero's neck as he ran a finger along the crevice, rubbing it teasingly over Heero's entrance. Dark blue eyes fell closed and his legs spread further on reflex. Quatre raised up to on elbow, watching Heero's face as he slid a finger into the tight heat.
Heero forced his muscles to relax and allow the penetration. He groaned as a second finger was added and Quatre leaned down to nip and lick at his neck and collarbone. He tried to push back on the fingers, seeking to make them brush against his prostate, but the blond seemed determined to avoid it.
“Quatre.”
He chuckled. “Was there something?”
He groaned softly. “Please.”
Quatre smiled softly at the wanton expression on Heero's face. He could hardly believe what was happening. Many times he'd fantasized about being with Heero, but nothing compared to the reality of it. He brushed his finger against Heero's prostate and his back arched.
“Quatre, now.”
He nodded and pulled his fingers out, repositioning himself as he covered his length with the lube. He pressed the tip to Heero's entrance and kissed him as he pushed in slowly. Heero returned the kiss eagerly, encouraging the blond as passionately as he could. Soon, both were trying to control their breathing as they waited to adjust to the sensation. Quatre dropped his forehead to Heero's shoulder.
“Oh, Allah.”
“You all right?”
“I... didn't realize how... oh shit.”
Heero chuckled softly at the rare curse. “Feel good?”
“That doesn't begin to describe it.”
Heero ran his hands through soft blond locks. “You going to move any time soon?”
He sucked in a breath and raised up, pulling out slowly and pressing back in. He began a slow rhythm that had Heero ready to burst out of his skin. He tightened his legs around Quatre's waist and pulled the blond down for a demanding kiss.
The room filled with the sound of slick skin sliding together and soft moans. Heero slid a hand from Quatre's back to grasp his own length. “Harder, Quatre.”
He pulled back and snapped his hips in response and Heero fairly yelled, back arching at the dual sensation of his own hand and Quatre's length buried deep inside him. He wasn't going to last much longer. He forced his eyes open to meet the blond's and could tell Quatre was as close as he was. “Cum inside me, Quatre.”
Cerulean eyes fluttered and a groan escaped him at the husky command. He tipped over the edge into ecstasy at the same time as the walls around him spasmed and Heero's stomach and hand was covered with his release.
Quatre finally managed to catch his breath and slowly pulled out of Heero before kissing him gently. The Japanese man crinkled his nose at the stickiness on him and Quatre rolled from the bed. “I'll be right back.”
He returned from the bathroom with a wet washcloth and wiped down Heero's chest and thighs before cleaning himself up and tossing the towel to the side. He gazed down at Heero's sated and sleepy face and smiled before crawling back onto the bed. Heero pulled him to his chest and kissed his forehead.
“That was amazing,” he whispered softly.
Quatre hummed his agreement and snuggled further into his arms. “Love you.”
Heero smiled softly and closed his eyes. Yes, he could definitely see himself falling in love with the blond.
TBC....
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