Interrupted Moment

Interrupted Moment

By: Nuriko

Title: Interrupted Moment

Author: Dark Nuriko

Category: Gundam Wing

Genre: Romance/Humor

Pairings: 1x2

Warnings: Yaoi, language, lemon, PWP, use of fire arms.

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: With every story I’ve ever done, as well as all the other fanfiction written by other authors, you should all know this. The Gundam Boys and Gundam Wing do not belong to me. For as much as I would like to think otherwise, seeing as Duo is always over at my place, they do not belong to me. Please don’t sue, for I’m writing this for fun and not profit.

Author’s Note: This is my first PWP, or in layman’s terms plot what plot, fic. This one came to me when I was at a wonderful site known as DuoxHeero.com. In it was a little thing to download called 1x2 lemon teaser. This sound bite had Heero and Duo having sex. Their Japanese voices supported the vocals (which in my mind are really sexy). During the best part, there is a little interruption. So it got me to thinking. What if I wrote a fic in which to go along with it. Thus is this little number here. It doesn’t really have a plot, so bear with me. I’ll try not to make this just a sex fic either. Enjoy.

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This story is a lemon fanfic, meaning that there will be graphic scenes of sex in this story. Thus the M rating. This is also a yaoi fic, meaning that there are guy on guy relationships. If you have any trouble with this, then please, by all means, do not read this. Also, this is my only warning besides the ones already said before you got this far. If you still wish to read this, then by all means please read it. Yet please don’t decide to be offended later. After all, you have been warned.

*_____* Indicates what’s going on outside their moment.

Interrupted Moment By: Nuriko

Duo slid out from behind the circuit board of his gundam and slowly wiped a hand through his sweat soaked bangs. It was hot this day, yet that didn’t stop the Deathscythe pilot from doing the necessary repairs to his Gundam, nor did it stop him from wearing his usual black color. Tossing his braid back over his shoulder, he cast a glance at his work so far, deeming it worthy of his skills. Slowly he uncurled himself from under the tight space between his seat and the front of the suit and slowly rubbed out the knick in his neck that had began to build. After a moment’s hesitation, he slipped back under, wanting to find that last few wires he had to reconnect before he could stop for the day and go relax in the cool confines of the safe house Heero and he had to share. Trowa and Quatre were at another location, busy trying to set things up for a smooth relocation for the Wing and Deathscythe pilots. Wufei was, as usual, off on a mission, all on his own, and glad of it. Duo didn’t mind it though, seeing as it gave him time alone with his favorite person; Heero.

“Are you done yet?” Heero called up, looking toward Duo’s place inside Deathscythe’s cockpit. Duo finished the last wire before slipping back out and wiping his hands off on a cloth. He then rubbed a hand across his nose, leaving a streak of grease in it’s wake. He then poked his head out, his braid falling foreword to fall toward the ground, only to stop at it’s tip. Duo graced his partner with a bright smile.

“Just finished,” he called down to the Japanese pilot. Duo took in his spiky dark chocolate colored hair and stunning Prussian blue eyes and felt his breath catch as he took in the black spandex shorts and tight green tank top.

“Good.” Heero turned and began to head back to the house, not even bothering to see if Duo was coming. Duo watched Heero’s spandex covered ass as he left and swallowed thickly, feeling himself tighten in anticipation as he knew exactly what Heero had planed for once they were back in the safe house. Ever since they had become intimate over a week ago, Heero had become insatiable. He wanted it as often as he could get it, provided none of the other pilots were near. Seeing as they’d be joining up with the others in just under twelve hours, Duo knew Heero wouldn’t want to waste much time that could be spent doing better things. Jumping down from the Gundam, Duo swiftly made certain it would be protected and covered before heading for the house himself. There wasn’t much to the place. The only area that was covered was the bathroom. Otherwise the house was open. Off to the right of the front door was a kitchen area. Straight across from it was the bathroom, which was surprisingly rather large.

To the left of the door was the bedroom, or more specifically, just one king sized bed. Beside the bed was a single nightstand with an answering machine and lamp. A phone also sat off to one side, the video monitor having been dismantled a long time ago. Duo couldn’t find Heero anywhere in the room, so he knew the last place he could be was their bathroom. Striding confidently across the floor, he stopped just shy of the door, listening to the sound of running water. Quickly pulling off his clothes, he tossed them into the hamper that rested near the bathroom door and then entered the room.

Steam slowly flowed from the room, showing that Heero had obviously been running it for some time. Yet with Duo\'s skills, they would never run out of hot water. He had come to learn how to get an unlimited supply of hot water from living in the orphanage for so long. So many kids meant hot water would be quickly used up, so Duo had come up with something to protect himself from getting stuck with a cold shower. Slipping into the room, he could see Heero’s silhouette in the clear shower curtain and Duo instantly felt himself harden. His erection stood tall and proud, proclaiming his attraction to his partner loud and clear. Sliding past the curtain, he joined his already soaked lover. His effeminate hands slowly trailed over Heero’s wide shoulders and down his deceptively thin arms.

That was one thing that Duo loved about his Japanese love. Just because he was slightly shorter and his build denied any evidence of having been working out, Duo knew sooo much better than anyone else what that thin looking skin hid. Underneath the golden skin was nothing but corded gundanium steel. Heero could bend metal with his bare hands, and Heero knew he could break bones with very little effort. Yet those hands were always so gentle when it came to him. Every touch as if it might break him if he wasn’t careful. Duo felt dizzy from such care from a trained killer. Then again, there wasn’t much difference between the two of them, even though Duo wasn’t quite as strong physically as his love.

“Duo,” Heero’s usual monotone voice whispered softly, full baritone showing through. Duo’s tenor complimented Heero’s to a tee, and usually all it took was hearing Heero speak without his emotionless façade in place and Duo melted. This time was no different. Duo seemed to sink into Heero’s back, his hands running their course over his hips and along his thighs. Since their week together, both boy knew the others body intimately. If you were to ask where each ones sensitive spots where, then the other could tell you, if they wished. Yet it seemed to be a secrete that only they wanted to share, and even then, they only shared it with each other.
Heero remained where he was, allowing his American lover to simply trace his curves. The small indention in his hip where a bullet had grazed him once. Both of them had their little defects, small scars that marked their hard lives. It was sad that at the young age of sixteen, both boys seemed to have a small collection of them. Almost all of them were damn near impossible to see with the naked eye, but roving hands and fingertips could always find them. Slowly making a trail down to caress one of the few Duo had given Heero himself, Heero found himself leaning back into Duo’s tender hold, his back meeting up flush with Duo wide, semi-muscular chest.

They were satin and steel. Heero was all hard planes while Duo was soft curves. It was the perfect blending. Bringing Heero up fully against him, the Japanese boy gasped as he could feel Duo’s fullness against the firmness of his ass. Duo wasn’t trying to suggest, but merely allowing his partner to know he wouldn’t need much coaxing to be ready for him this day. Yet Heero wanted to take his time. After all, he was the Perfect Soldier and he never did anything half-ass. Picking up a wash cloth and getting it soaked, he lathered it up slowly with the vanilla scented soap that Duo loved to use. Once that was done he stood away from Duo and turned to face him. His lover’s violet eyes were already softly glazed with passion, yet he knew Heero had to do things his way, and surprisingly, in this respect, Duo allowed him his way.

Heero slowly ran the cloth over Duo’s neck and shoulders, causing a soft shiver from the American. He then ran it down the length of his torso, paying special attention to his pecks and hips. He then ran the cloth back up to take in his left shoulder once more before bringing it down his left arm, catching underneath as well. Duo chuckled softly as the cloth tickled him, yet his arousal only seemed to swell a little more at such loving care. Heero then slid back up and repeated the same care to his right arm, causing a full laugh from the braided boy as he washed under his arm. Smiling at Duo’s torment, Heero soon began to spin him, beginning to wash up his back and butt cheeks. He also paid special attention to between those cheeks, causing a soft moan from his lover. He then trailed down the back of his legs. Once he had reached the bottom, he lifted each leg to get the foot and the bottom of each foot. He then allowed the water to rinse off the soap before placing the foot down again, not wanting his lover to slip and hurt himself.

He then turned him once more, bringing the erection almost directly into his line of sight. Yet Heero didn’t touch it. Instead he continued washing Duo’s legs, slowly bringing the cloth up the long legs. Yet he left the slightly twitching arousal alone. Heero gained his feet once more and brought the cloth over Duo’s face, at once removing the grease smear that had been let by Duo’s earlier actions. Duo closed his eyes as he did this, delighting in the tender torment and knowing that pleasure was all apart of the bargain, as long as he didn’t complain. Finally, Heero stopped the torment and brought the soaped cloth down to cover his arousal, stroking it softly, delicately, almost like a butterfly kiss. Duo groaned deep in his throat at such light contact, knowing this wasn’t time for one of their soft and sweet couplings. This time, Duo needed it fast and hard and just right.

Heero seemed to sense the mood of his lover and he soon began rinsing off all of the soap on his body. Duo, already knowing his lover had washed up before he had entered, knew he wouldn’t be able to return the favor at the moment. Instead he felt Heero undo his braid, swiftly un-plaiting it before running it under the water. Once it was thoroughly soaked, he grabbed up the bottle of lavender shampoo and washed Duo’s hair with the slightly erotic scented stuff. Once he had lathered it up well enough and had made certain it was fully clean, he rinsed it thoroughly. He then picked up the lavender conditioner and coated the long tresses in it. He allowed it to set for just enough time so as not to drive Duo crazy later, before once again rinsing it thoroughly. Once this was done, they stepped out of the shower and enjoyed how their passion grew as they teased one another while drying each other. Moans and groans sounded as they teased, knowing that it wouldn’t be long until they could no longer stand such torture. Yet Duo found himself eager to become as tortured as possible before giving into the inevitable.

Heero led him back into the room. Slowly he dragged Duo over to the bed before pressing a warm, moist kiss to his softly parted lips. Both moaned in pleasure as they finally could taste the other. Until then it had just been hands and bodies touching. Now, both could taste, and vanilla was the closest flavor on their lips besides the unique flavor that was most certainly their own. Falling back onto the bed, Heero’s delicious weight on top of Duo, Heero deepened the kiss. What had began as soft and sweet had soon turned lustful and hungry. His tongue dueled with Duo’s inside his mouth while his hands began to trail over the slightly taller boys slender frame. Duo was just as deceptively built as Heero, yet Duo was more curves and softness than hard planes and thin angles. Duo had a woman’s softly curved hips and his skin was always the softest velvet Heero had ever caressed. Allowing his lips to leave the heat of Duo’s own, he began to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down Duo’s sensitive neck and down his chest to begin to tease perfectly formed pink nipples. The small buds tightened instantly, making Duo shiver and groan, Heero’s name falling from his lips. His breath slowly becoming more airy, more panting than an actually breath. Heero wasn’t much better off, his own body demanding what his mind knew was to come. Yet he wanted Duo fully ready for him before he took him. He couldn\'t bear it if he should be the cause of unnecessary pain toward his lover.

While one of Duo’s finger’s found the sensitive, dusky brown bud on Heero’s chest, causing a hiss from his lips, he found the lubricant they kept in the bedside drawer. Coating his fingers liberally with it, he slowly found Duo’s backside and with expertise of having prepared his lover before, he slowly eased a single finger inside. Duo arched off the bed, his moan slipping from his lips as Heero slowly, meticulously stretched his lover. Duo’s moans were impossible to understand. Instead, Heero just continued to stretch him. Pulling out, gaining a cry of bereftment from Duo, Heero soon was inserting two fingers. Duo hissed in pain slightly, before soon feeling the pleasure and nothing else. Heero’s fingers moved in a scissors movement, stretching him for what would be coming soon. Once Duo could contain them without problems, Heero once again removed his fingers, only to insert three in place of the two. Once again, Duo arched off the bed, pressing himself into Heero’s fingers. His moans loud as he moved in time to Heero’s thrusting fingers. Once Heero was certain Duo was ready, he removed his fingers all together, coating his own now dripping and fully erect member. He then positioned it at Duo’s tight entrance, yet he simply teased with the tip, knowing what he wanted to hear from Duo besides just his impassioned moans.

“Heero! Please! I need you! I want you!” Duo cried, feeling what he wanted so close and yet so far away. Grinning softly, Heero thrust once, fully seating himself into Duo’s warm, tight channel. He allowed Duo to adjust to the intrusion. Duo’s moan was met by an answering one from Heero as he thrust against Heero’s hips, causing him to slide inside of him. Knowing that it was Duo’s way of letting him know he was fine, Heero began to move slowly inside of him, gaining Duo’s long, slender legs wrapped around his hips for better leverage. Duo’s keening cries were broken between gasping sobs and pleas for more. Their breathing now rough and uneven, Heero began fully pumping in and out of his lover. This caused both of them to pant and moan and groan in pleasure.

Duo, finding the strength somewhere, coated his own finger with lubricant before playing with Heero’s own backside. Having realized he was very agile, and the fact that his longer frame allowed for some interesting positions, Duo slid a finger down Heero’s backside until he was able to slide a finger inside of Heero’s own tight channel, causing Heero to buck into Duo, making them both gasp and groan loudly.

“Duo!” Heero cried as he soon was pumping two digits inside of Heero while Heero’s own length pressed deeply into Duo. Duo cried out softly as Heero soon brushed that little bundle of nerves, triggering Duo to see stars behind his eyelids, even though his eyes were open, staring into his lovers passion-filled gaze. Heero moved quicker now, hitting that button every other thrust, making Duo pant and groan even more, all the while his own fingers working on Heero’s own pleasure spot.
“Heero!” Duo cried, panting harder as Heero took one of his hands and began to stroke Duo’s neglected member, causing Duo to grow ever closer to completion.

“Aishiteru,” Heero whispered.

“Heero!” Duo cried. Heero felt himself nearing the pinnacle as well. Their panting and moaning became louder and faster. Both realizing the other was near, they sped up, the pants almost one right after the other now.

*RING* The sound of a click, which was the answering machine instantly acting. *BEEP* The machine picked it up, noting the caller was stuck having to simply leave a message without hearing who they had reached. All the while, Heero and Duo ignored it, each striving for their climax.

“Heero! Can you hear me Heero! Are you alive? Heero answer me if you hear this!” The two froze for just a moment at the sound of the annoy woman’s voice on the machine. Suddenly, whipping his gun from under Duo’s pillow, while still moving slowly now, he aimed and fired two shots at the machine. “Heero!” As her voice still called his name he fired a third and final shot, effectively silencing the machine and the annoying woman’s voice it had brought with it. Dropping the gun, Heero began moving even quicker now, making them both cry out as they reached their climaxes at the same time. Heero’s warm seed pulsed into Duo while Duo’s pushed into Heero waiting hand and onto their stomachs.

“Ko. . .korosu. Omae. . .o. . .korosu. . .” Heero got out before collapsing on top of Duo, his passion spent and his annoyance level pushed to the brink with the woman. After a moment, Heero had caught his breath enough to roll over and pull Duo with him, bringing him to rest on his broad chest. Duo smirked softly.

“I think I just finally wished I had let you kill her when you were going to.” Heero smiled softly, a laugh falling from his lips.

“So do I. She was being annoying at the wrong moment.” Duo laughed softly as well and began licking his seed off of Heero’s hand. Heero snatched it from him and began to lick it clean himself while Duo began on Heero’s flat stomach. When he was done, Heero laid Duo back and returned the favor. Once he was done, Duo smirked up at his lover.

“I just have one question, Hee-chan,” Duo said, a sly grin still on his lips. Heero looked down at the elfish face of his lover and wondered what in the world he could be thinking at a time like this.

“What?” he asked, almost half afraid to find out.

“What are ya gonna tell Q-bean about the answering machine?” he asked, sly grin growing bigger. Heero gave Duo one of his best smirks, although it wasn’t as worrisome as one of Duo’s and simply answered.

“I’ll tell him I didn’t want another interrupted moment.” That said, he bent down and kissed his lover thoroughly, before they both settled in to sleep.

*****

Owari
Added note: Yay, it’s actually finished! My first PWP as well as my first one-shot. I’m so happy I could cry. *cries*

Duo: Aww, don’t do that Nuri-chan. I can’t stand to see you crying.

Heero: Hn.

Nuriko: You be quiet, ya big meanie or I’ll never write another lemon for the two of you again.

Duo: Yeah, Hee-chan, hush.

Nuriko: Well, now I just need to know what everyone else thought. Please write plenty of reviews and let me know. I’ll accept any kind of them, so long as you just send them. Flames will be used to throw a bonfire in this fics honor. So review……please.