He Can Talk The Talk

Pairing: 1x2
Warning: yaoi
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.


He Can Talk The Talk


It was a simple discovery. Heero liked dirty talk.

While rummaging through Heero’s laptop for his mission details, Duo stumbled across a fiction site. All the stories on it were hot hentai stories that involved dirty talk.

Once this was discovered, Duo began formulating a plan. He had been chasing after the Wing pilot since day one, but now he had a lead. Undeterred due to the fact the stories were hentai, Duo got to work.

Timing it perfectly, Duo was stretched out on his bed, leisurely stroking himself, naked as the day he born, when Heero got back to the same house they were currently sharing.

Kicking his boots, Heero ran calloused fingers through brown locks, grimacing as dust and dirt wafted through the air. It was a simple mission. Infiltrate an Oz base and gather information. Only trouble was, he had to trek through miles of woods in the rain first.

Mind set solely on a shower, to say he was surprised when he heard Duo moan his name is an understatement. Curious, he followed the melodies tenor to its source.

After hearing the front door open and close, Duo put his plan into action. He began stroking himself roughing, sweat quickly forming on his pale body. Allowing a few soft, stray moans to escape himself, he got to work.

“Oh Heero, yes! Uhn, please, I want you to put your hot passion pole in my paradise! Ohhh!” Hearing footsteps approaching their shared bedroom, he continued his actions in ernest. “Take me to heaven back! Ah! That’s it, impale me! Pound me into the mattress! Oh, you know how I like it rough! Bury yourself so deep! Uhhhh! Fill me with your passion! Ah!”

Hearing those dirty words spilling from plump lips caused Heero’s manhood to come to life in record time. He stared at the pale, flawless body of the Deathscythe pilot.

Lately he’d dreamt about that body, soft skin, long hair, vibrant eyes. He could only imagine being sheathed in Duo’s impossibly tight warmth.

Now knowing what the 02 pilot wanted, Heero was more than happy to oblige. Still in the hallway, he roughly removed his jacket and tank top. Soon to follow were his shoes, socks, and finally spandex shorts. Stalking forward, he ached to claim what was his.

Sudden weight joined him on the bed and shocked violet eyes snapped open to gaze up into desire filled Prussian eyes. “He-Heero?” was all Duo managed to squeak.

Swatting Duo’s hand away from his length, he replaced it with his own and resumed the stroking. The Deathscythe pilot moaned loudly. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to bury myself in your tight heat and slam you into the mattress.”

Moaning at Heero’s words, Duo thrust into his hand. “Ah! Then do it! Take me, mark me as yours!” Groaning, Heero stroked faster. He was surprised when a gentle hand lightly gripped the back of his neck and pulled him down. Looking into violet eyes, Duo took a shallow breath, “But if I give myself to you, don’t break my heart.”

Love, devotion, admiration, and worry reflected in Duo’s eyes. Heero understood now. The other did not only want body, he wanted heart and soul as well. His soldier instincts told him to back off, that forming a bond is the worst thing you can do during war. But his heart… Leaning down to close the distance, Heero chastely kissed Duo.

Heating things up, Duo grasped Heero’s length. They both stroked roughly, harsh panting echoing in the small safe house. Soon, Duo’s moans rejoined the sound.

Heero slid his thigh between Duo’s legs. One hand toyed with a nipple while the other stroked his side. His thigh moved to Duo’s erect length and rubbed, causing the other to cry out.

“Please Heero! I need you inside me!” He panted harshly, some saliva slick on his chin from Heero’s brutal kisses. Tongue and teeth and lips clashed briefly once more, and then the Wing pilot was up looking from something they could use as lube.

Duo rose from the bed as well and followed the other into the bathroom connected to their room. Approaching him from behind, Duo’s slender arms wrapped around Heero’s body. Deft fingers played a nipple while the other hand slid over rock hard abs.

“I prepped myself before you got here.” Duo’s breath was hot on his ear and he groaned at the thought of those slender fingers stretching that tight channel. Whirling around, Heero gently shoved Duo backward into the counter top.

Leaning back slightly, Duo used the counter top to balance and prop one of his legs up on. “Take me right here. Make it wild and rough. I wanna feel you so bad right now.”

Wasting not a moment, Heero leaned Duo back, one arm holding the lithe body up while the other held his leg. The head of his cock quickly finding the puckered entrance, he paused. Fearful of hurting Duo, he glanced up into lust filled violet eyes.

Aware of Heero’s nervousness, Duo thrust down in reassurance. He moaned his approval as Heero’s solid length slid into his body.

Not waiting another second, Heero forgot his fears. He withdrew and thrust back in harshly. He set a hard pace.

“Ahhhh, more! Heero, uhn, push it in so deep! More! I’m your cum slut! All yours! Take me so good!” while Heero frantically pounded into him, Duo’s voice hit a fevered pitch. “That’s right! I’m your whore! Bend me over the counter and give it to me so good!”

Heero couldn’t take much more. His cock was freely leaking precum and Duo’s encouragement was pushing him to the edge. Rather than pumping his lover to completion, Heero had an idea. Still thrusting violently, he leaned up to Duo’s ear. “I’m gonna fill your tight hole with my cream. Oh, I can’t wait to feel your wet heat pulsing around my thick cock. I want to feel your cum cover my body, koi.” Swooping his head down, he bit the juncture where neck meets shoulder.

Duo lost it. Screaming to the tiled ceiling, his load shot in thick jets out of his cock, onto his and Heero’s bodies.

Feeling that tight channel clamp down on him, Heero welcomed the impossible heat. He stilled his thrusts and Duo groaned in disapproval, until he felt Heero’s hot seed filling him. He bounced up and down on Heero’s dick, milking him for all he was worth.

Both slid to the floor, exhausted. Thick seed coated both their bodies. Slowly rising, groaning at the feeling of Heero’s cock leaving his body, Duo spoke.

“I want you to screw me like an animal in the shower.”

Heero was only too happy to oblige.


A/N: Weird I know. I was in a random mood and these two always end up doin it when I feel random. Lucky little G-boys!