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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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The hanger wasn’t empty. Duo spotted Wufei mid-kata in the large space between Gundams, every muscle shining under the lights. The workout was slow but Duo could see the concentration it required etched in Wufei’s posture. Duo wasn’t shy about approaching, though he did so with less attention to silence with his first few steps. He stopped a respectful distance away and enjoyed absorbing each slow movement by the expert before him.

Wufei was a strange mixture of intense stillness. Duo had known Heero to be intensely violent, but his quiet periods were simply a lack of activity. By contrast Wufei did everything with his entire being; even moments of quiet were accomplished tasks, rather than a moment to relax.

The kata closed with Wufei facing Duo, eyes half closed and breath perfectly even despite the obvious toll exacted. Duo approached on silent feet until he was close enough to feel the man’s breath on his face. “Are you at all attracted to Heero?” He asked.

Wufei’s eyes opened very slowly to their full size. “He is not beautiful as you are.”

Duo’s eyes went wide. He narrowed them suspiciously. “Answer the question.”

“He is a perfect form of brute force; that is its own kind of beauty.”

“Yes or no, Wufei.”

“I already fucked him stupid, I would think this is a rhetorical question. Why are you asking?”

“Because if this is going to continue he needs to be a part of it.”

“Yes, why is that?”

“He approached me first and I’m not sure what I feel for you is anything more than glorified lust.”

Wufei chewed that over rapidly. “Does he know how you feel?”

“Yes.”

“And he hasn’t removed you?”

“Not yet.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know.”

Wufei’s lip curled, “So you’re looking for a back up plan?”

Duo managed not to roll his eyes. “Mostly I want you to fuck me blind, but I accepted a few rules when I took on Heero. I want to make sure you’re not going to use him to get to me.”

“Like the way you used him to get to me?”

“I didn’t say you had to fuck him, just that he needed to stop thinking. I’ve used a knife in the past.”

“Hmm, was there some reason you think I would not be attracted to him?”

“You didn’t finish with him…”

A smile crept around Wufei’s lips. “I prefer my partners a bit more… responsive.” He leaned in subtly.

Duo fought the urge to lean back, “I made him voice it at the end.”

“Are you a screamer, Duo?”

“This isn’t about me.”

“I disagree. I want you. I’m willing to jump through Heero’s hoops if necessary but I can’t promise to feel for him like you do. He’s attractive, yes, but you’re the real prize.”

“Are you going to cross the line?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it…” But he leaned in.

Duo held his ground. They were so close that eye contact was the only thing they could manage. Unfortunately, Duo wasn’t fluent in Wufei’s eyes, they seemed just as black as always. Abruptly Wufei pulled back with a chuckle. “Go find him and discuss what you’ve learned. Let me know when I’m allowed to touch you again.” He turned away.

Duo walked back to the safe house with no idea where to begin.

Heero grabbed him before he was half way through the door and slammed him against the wall. The kiss was smothering. Duo matched it, tempered it, and brought the violence down to a low simmer instead. Heero pressed against him, breathing hard, “I don’t understand this…?”

“Why haven’t you killed me?” Duo was almost used to words popping out without permission around Heero.

“Because this is my fault.”

“What?”

“I didn’t tell you to go back to bed. I should have pushed you back, should have shot you—“ Heero grabbed him in a fierce hug, “What is this feeling that drops my gut every time I think of you dying? I can’t stand it.”

That one, Heero, could be love. Duo shook.

Heero laughed brokenly, “You’re a liability, fuck I’m a liability. I should leave.” He didn’t move away.

“You can’t leave.”

“Fuck you.”

“I’ll just follow you, Heero. There’s no where you can hide I can’t find you eventually.”

“You’ll damn us both, then.”

“We’re already damned, I’m sure.”

“Not if I leave. We can finish this war, figure it out afterward…”

“You really think you’ll survive this thing? You’ve already tried to self destruct once.”

“Damnit, Maxwell—“

“You can’t just drop it for convenience and pick it back up in a year or two like nothing’s ever changed. Even if we are still alive how do you know you’ll feel the same?”

“You’ll survive, you can find Wufei…?”

“I’m not in love with Wufei!”

And there it was between them suddenly, that word he couldn’t suppress no matter how hard he tried. Heero jerked back, wide eyed and fierce. Duo matched his glare, not daring to back away from it. Love didn’t make him weaker. How could he make him see that?

“What?”

Was this really coming as a surprise?

Heero moved fast but Duo was faster, more on edge; he had more to loose. Heero’s arm twitched in to grab him by the throat but Duo slammed his shoulder forward into Heero’s chest. The Wing pilot stepped back into Duo’s prone foot and went down hard. Duo brought Heero’s filched Browning to bear precisely at the man’s left knee. “Don’t think you’re getting out of this conversation with a fight and some rutting.”

From the floor, “You don’t get it—“

“Explain it to me.”

“I can’t kill you. If you’re compromised I can’t silence you.”

Duo rolled that over for a moment, knowing it was as close to an admission of feeling as he’d ever be getting. He wasn’t too broken up over this revelation since continuing to live was rather important to him, but he knew where Heero was coming from. He was right, they were both liabilities for each other. When had that happened?

“I don’t suppose you know my odds of singing?”

“Thirteen percent.”

“Under what circumstances?”

“One week sleep deprivation, serious blood loss, at least two conflicting drugs, prolonged sensory deprivation, two or three broken bones, a host of minor annoyances all simultaneously.”

“And what are those odds?”

“With current known OZ personnel and chain of command… negligible.”

“That sounds pretty good to me. Are those odds not acceptable?”

“If I could kill you the odds would be zero.”

“Well, I, for one, am glad that’s not an option on the table anymore.” Duo lowered the gun and recocked the hammer.

Heero climbed to his feet. “You’d rather survive torture?”

“I’d rather not die.” Duo retorted. He passed the Browning back to Heero who frowned at it but accepted the weapon. Duo crossed his arms. “What’s your opinion of Wufei?”

“He’s a competent fighter but his sense of Honor prevents him from reaching further potential.”

Speak of the devil and he appeared with utterly silent steps into the room from the back. “Hmm. That’s nice.”

Heero’s brow furrowed, cleared, furrowed again, “Has he touched you? I’m going to kill him.”

Duo stepped in his path, “You know at this rate you’re going to run out of allies before OZ realizes they even have enemies. Simmer down, he hasn’t done anything since yesterday.” But he was approaching now and Duo was pressed to not glance over and give him away.

“Yesterday was a mistake.”

Duo lifted an eyebrow, “Really? Because you quite enjoyed it. I’ve never been able to make you moan like that.” He took a step closer, whispered, “I get shivers every time I remember it.” He shivered now as Wufei took up a loose, ready stance behind Heero and wrapped the end of a long rope around his own hand.

Heero looked at him sidelong, “How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Make me interested to try something I’d normally have no opinion on at all.”

Duo smiled wickedly, “It’s part of that feeling you’re trying so hard not to name.”

“I don’t think I can let him near you without getting involved.” Heero reverted to the original question.

Duo jumped to Wufei’s train of thought. “What if you were tied down?”

“You think you can secure me?”

“Are you willing to find out?”

Heero considered it for a long series of heartbeats before finally, subtly nodding yes.

Duo and Wufei moved together with one mind. Duo wrapped an arm around Heero’s waist to hold him too close for effective defense and controlled the more dangerous right hand long enough for Wufei to catch and wrap the left tightly in rope.

Heero jerked between them and Duo caught his mouth with a brief kiss, “Easy now, you should enjoy the show.” He bent Heero’s right arm back and Wufei got to work binding forearm to forearm where they could do the least harm.

Duo cut away Heero’s shirt and pants and between two of them it was almost easy to force him to his knees. Duo lay the flat of his blade against the very faint lines of his name and Heero went carefully still. Wufei began binding forearms to ankles. When Duo was sure Heero wouldn’t twist around he freshened the mark with shallow, stinging cuts.

“You’re a bit too friendly with your knives, Duo.” Wufei drawled.

“To each his own, my friend.”

“Your lover is secure.”

Duo walked his fingers up Heero’s chest and smiled at blazing Prussian eyes. “Hmmmm, lover… so what does that make you?” He flicked his stare over Heero’s shoulder to Wufei. “The mistress?”

Wufei twisted around Heero to slam Duo into the ground without warning. “You really know how to push the buttons, don’t you?”

“Just another service I offer free of charge.” Duo squirmed and nearly got free. Wufei bodily flipped him to his stomach and yanked his pants down. Cold tile met Duo’s hot erection. He yelped and lifted to his knees, directly into Wufei’s bare arousal. Wufei rutted there slowly while he dug around in Duo’s pants for the slick.

Duo fisted his own erection, impatient and needy. He felt the stretch of Wufei’s length without any warning, no fingers first to prepare the way. The sensation made him forget his self-pleasure and focus on rocking gently in time with Wufei’s hands on his hips. The going was slower and longer than Heero but no less satisfying. Wufei buried himself to the end and Duo whined.

He cut off the sound when he saw Heero shift in front of him. The Wing pilot was aroused but still bound. Duo found his eyes pale like ice.

“I want to see you scream,” Heero said, his voice more rough than normal.

Duo was going to offer a sarcastic quip but Wufei pulled and thrust with little regard for timing. He forced a sound from Duo’s throat that felt like it began at the bottom of his lungs. Heero’s eyes rolled. Duo stopped trying to repress the noise.

Wufei played him like some kind of living instrument, drawing whole octaves from him in gasping sets of rhythm. Duo’s moans drove the tempo faster, harder, until he was using his not insignificant strength just to remain on hands and knees. Wufei cut back into long gentle strokes without warning. Duo lapsed into a bout of cursing as the peak pulled away from him without cresting. But the second rise was sharper, stronger. Duo arched his chest down and changed the angle, tightened, sparked Wufei’s climax and his own with a cry. Pleasure broke over him twice, hitching his voice.

He stretched out on the cool tile when Wufei retreated, narrowly avoiding the wet spot. He heard Heero breathing hard over him and couldn’t generate the energy to reach up to his erection. He did roll to his side when Wufei knelt and took the arousal firmly in hand.

Weather it was the voyeurism, being bound, or simply Wufei’s intense attention Duo couldn’t say, but Heero found his peak in a few strokes and wasn’t silent for it. Wufei untied the knots before abandoning them on the floor.

Duo found his feet and helped Heero to his, noting a distinct lack of rope burns. Wufei certainly had a strange collection of tricks.
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The Unity Arc 01: The Rush