Of Machine Oil and Other Manly Things

Co-written with Sigart.

Author notes: This is our protest against certain authors (you know who you are!). Do not ever, ever, EVER describe a man as being in any way shape or form: Feminine, curvy, blushy, soft (unless they’re fat, in which case we don’t want to read your fic anyway) or giggly (unless they’re drunk in which case everyone giggles). We don’t care how much uke they are, ‘cause let’s face it; Heero is such a bitch in this story. But he’s Still. A. Man.

Also! Please warn. Some of us have squicks. Like Mpreg… ewwwwww!

And porn is supposed to be corny.

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Duo glared half-heartedly at the joint where he was trying to place the second exhaust pipe. The problem with ordering different parts was that nothing actually fit. He would have to hammer it a little tighter. Picking the screwdriver out from between his teeth the ex-pilot dropped the other three he had been holding in his left hand. He quickly unfastened the mis-cast metal and threw it into a pile of junk, sighing.

“Duo!” Hilde’s excited voice was barely heard above the sound the blaring radio. Nevertheless it succeeded in interrupting Duo’s rather dispirited thoughts. “I got it, I got it!”

“You did? No way!” His eyes lit up with renewed enthusiasm. “Let’s see.”

“Yes way! It’s out on the back of my truck.” She grinned cheekily as he jumped up and embraced her.

“You’re the most awesomest person in the universe, Hilde. Someone oughta give you a medal.”

Before she could give a sufficiently witty remark, he was gone. Out the door to check on the shiny, not-quite-new plates. He hadn’t actually ever believed it to be possible, but as he removed the cover, three polished, ultra-thin, metal-grey gundanium sheets were lying there, completely like they were innocent and not illusive and all but impossible to get a hold of. Not to mention lighter than aluminium and stronger than steel.

“How in the world didya do this?” He asked in awe as her feet scuffed the asphalt behind him.

Her newly acquired ego was evident in her voice as she answered, “I’m just that good.”

“As much as I’d like to burst your bubble, I hafta agree. Jeezus…”

“Are you going to be okay?”

“Sure, just gotta learn howt’ breathe again, that’s all. Help me get them inside.”


- - -


Several days later, Duo was still working on shaping the metal alloy. He had to carefully heat it up and then hammer it as close into shape before is once again cooled off. What had saved his life in the war more than once was now a great source of annoyance. At the same time, he was thoroughly enjoying the process of creating something of his own.

“Duo?” Duo distractedly wiped some sweat from his brow and put the piece into the flame. “Duo?!” Once again he didn’t answer and withdrew the metal, checked the colour and put it in again.

“Duo!!” Hilde now yelled, shutting off the radio, trying to get through his thick skull.

“Oh, Hilde? Hi.” He once again withdrew the gundanium and began hammering careful, but powerful blows. The shell bent a little more before it lost colour and was placed in the gas-blower again.

“Are you hungry?”

He stiffened before turning around swaying slightly. “Maybe…” Hoping for food, the man removed the sheet from the flame and took off the leather apron.

She quirked a brow and asked, “when did you last eat?”

“Urh, I ate…when I got up?”

“And when was that?”

“Uhm, when’s it now?” He swept a few loosened bangs behind his ear, accenting the way the gas flame reflected in his eyes. Hilde briefly contemplated whether her friend had any idea how good he looked with sweat running down his very well-toned and very naked chest. She surreptitiously licked her lips. “I think ‘twas yesterday,” he continued eyeing the clock on the wall.

“What? Sorry, oh, WHAT?! Are you insane?”

“I haven’t talked with a shrink about that, so maybe…” he joked, turning off the gas.

She threw up her hands in a resigned gesture. “Come along. I’ll fix you something as usual.”

“You’re a sweety.” He splashed some water from the sink over his face, shaking his head like a dog, bangs spraying water everywhere.

- - -

Duo was finishing his third plate before he felt like there might be a bottom in his stomach after all. He shovelled the last few piles in his mouth and happily declared: “That was delicious, Hilde.”

“You eat like a pig.”

“Thanks, I’m very proud of my ability t’imitate animals. But if you’ll excuse me, sweet lady, I think I’ve to return to my workshop.”

“You are not going anywhere, numbskull. I can’t babysit you every day. How long since you saw the other pilots?”

“Erh…”

“You have to take care of your friendships or you’ll lose ‘em.”

Duo sighed, “I know, but…” he gestured wildly, “it’s gundanium! It’s awesome, it’s amazing, it’s…it’s……” He kept gesturing even as he stopped talking.

“I know, I know. At least stay for a beer.” Hopefully the alcohol would make him too sleepy to go back. He had to rest.

“All right, but I gotta go right after.” As though his parts would run away without his constant surveillance.

“Sure, if you feel up to it.” It was a battle to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. She placed a beer in front of him. “Cheers!”

Ten minutes later, Duo was snoring lightly, sprawled over the armrest of her couch. She lifted his legs up on the couch and covered him in the blanket, coincidently lying on the other armrest. How in the world had she gotten herself charged with such a big baby? She smiled and turned off the light.


- - -


Duo leisurely stretched, arching his back like a cat and allowed himself to fall back in the soft, cushiony whatever he was lying on. He was feeling quite well and lazy. Then he remembered.

“That bitch!” The outburst resounded in the small apartment, and he suddenly curled into a protective ball just in case she heard. When nothing happened, he cautiously poked his head out from the covers. There was a note on the table.

I hope you slept well. Breakfast’s in the fridge.
Be sure to take a shower. You stink!

Love, Hilde

He scowled, but got up and did as the note prescribed. A mad Hilde was a scary Hilde. Before leaving, he wrote a reply on the back of her note.

You tricked me, you mean, evil woman!
Thanks for food.

Love Duo!


- - -


Heero hesitated outside the workshop. There was a lot of banging and the sound of blaring rock music coming from inside. Maybe Duo wouldn’t hear it if he knocked. Probably he wouldn’t hear it. Maybe he wouldn’t get mad if he entered without knocking first. Nevertheless it was the right thing to do, to knock first. So he knocked.

Nothing happened.

If Heero had been the type of person to show insecurity, he would be shifting his feet. Instead he slowly pushed the door and found it open. He peeked in and saw Duo, once again covered in the apron, hammering away.

“Hello?”

Duo didn’t answer.

Heero coughed discretely and tried again a little louder. “Hello, Duo?”

“Not now. Working.”

The blue-eyed man jerked at the clipped response, unused to be on the receiving end of such. He eyed the floor before closing the door silently, murmuring an apology.


- - -


A couple of weeks later, Heero was once again hesitating outside Duo’s workshop. Duo’s absence was worrying – to say the least – and he couldn’t understand what had suddenly driven Duo to so completely shut him out of his life.

He reluctantly knocked on the door, hoping that this time there might be an answer.

“Hronin!” a muffled voice sounded. Heero vaguely recognized it as Duo’s. He hoped it meant come in and opened the door tentatively.

“Hi Duo.” He schooled his features to hide his insecurity.

“Nhmhm…” Duo agreed, mouth full of screwdriver. The long-haired American knelt on the floor, scrutinizing something Heero couldn’t identify, but which seemed like a collection of welded pipes. He frowned. Was this what had the braided idiot so occupied?

Insecure about what to do, whether he was supposed to talk to Duo and in that case what he was supposed to say, and if it was okay to get the man’s attention by putting a hand on his shoulder. He ended up simply walking to the wall, to lean against it with his arms crossed. Duo hadn’t after all thrown him out yet, so it must be okay.

I the meantime, Duo had quite put it out of his head that he had a visitor. He was trying to figure out the best way to secure the engine. Probably he would have to make some additional caging. He got up and turned around to get the necessary parts when he spotted Heero by the wall.

“Woah, Hee-Man. Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

“But…I knocked…..and you answered.”

Duo sighed. “Jeez, Christ, d’you have to take everything so literally?” He rolled his eyes and began wiping his hands with a dirty towel. “Whatcha doin’ here? Don’t the preventers need you like… twenty-four seven?”

The recently appointed special agent hesitated, trying to formulate a proper response before answering. “Well, you’ve dropped off the face of the Earth and colonies with no warning. I was just wondering…what are you doing?”

A broad grin stretched the other pilot’s face. “I’m working on my little baby here.” He gestured wildly. “When she’s all finished, she’s gonna be beautiful! Hilde already got me parts f’the skin. ‘Course I hatta pay a fortune and it still took her half a cent’ry, but I’ve it all worked out now. I’ll just have t’assemble it all.” Duo’s smile broadened impossibly.

Heero blinked. What the hell was he talking about? “What the hell are you talking about?”

“My baby of course.” At Heero’s uncomprehending expression, he elaborated: “Sport.” Still no sign of comprehention. ”Bike…”

”Bicycle?”

”Gy-eez! Mo-tor-bike.”

“Oh.”

Duo barely resisted the urge to bang his head repeatedly into the wall. How could Heero be so oblivious to slang? He decided to get him a slang-dictionary for Christmas.

“Is…is that it?” He glared at the misshapen construction of steel pipes.

The American lost the battle with a loud thump.

“Duo…are you okay?”

“No, but not because I lost the headbutt-battle with the wall. How can you insult my baby like that? Can’t you see how beautiful she’ll be?”

Heero eyed the metal again. “No.”

Duo rolled his eyes. ”Don’t mind him. He’s a brute and barbarian,” he said to the construction.

Feeling a little uncomfortable, the blue-eyed man tried: “Do you need any help?”

“No! Uncivilized scoundrels such as you are unauthorized to be anywhere near my beautiful little baby.” The over-enunciated words sounded strange coming from the American’s mouth.

“Oh, I’m…sorry?”

“You better be! Now be gone.” Duo grinned and flung his arm out in an overdramatic gesture.

Heero blinked in surprise at the unexpected dismissal, before mumbling a goodbye and slinking off.

Duo returned to his bike already lost in happy-bike-land.


- - -


A week later, Duo was spray-painting the last markings on Beast. Even inside it was ungodly hot and humid. Both his jacket and his tank top had been long since discarded. He wiped off some sweat from his forehead when he heard a most unusual sound. What is something like that doing in a neighbourhood like this? He wondered as it got closer. It was definitely not Hilde coming by to make sure he ate and slept for the umpteenth time. Someone on a bike sounding way too clean was drawing in.

“Duo!” The sound of Heero’s voice penetrated the walls of Duo’s workshop. “Look at this.” Duo blinked, then slowly got up.

What the fuck happened to Heero? He almost sounds…chipper! Dropping his tool, he hurried outside where the unusually and indeed very strangely cheerful pilot was showing off his brand new, pale blue standard motorbike.

Duo paled considerably.

“Relena helped me pick it. Because I wasn’t sure what to get, and everyone says how Relena knows style better than anyone knows their own mother, of course I don’t know my own mother and neither do you, but everyone else does or almost everyone else does…”

Duo almost lost his breath just listening to Heero’s rambling. And here he had thought that Heero was unable to speak more than four words at a time. Who would have guessed?

“…and I really wanted a bike.”

Duo blinked while his brain caught up. Now he understood maybe a little of why people tended to tell him to just shut up.

“Canna speak now?”

Heero blinked. “Uh…”

“I’ take that assa yeah.” Duo chuckled and winked. He so very rarely got a chance to throw the preventer off balance. The braided pilot sighed. There was just no nice way to say this. “Heero, I’ve some bad news. Ya bike sucks, stinks, blows etc. In short, you either need another one or you need some help. Some serious help!”

“What? But Relena…”

“…’s very good at having fashion experts picking her rags, but she knows natta thing ‘bout bikes.”

“Relena picks her own clothes.”

“Whatever, ‘m just sayin’ her so-called fashion sense’s designed for her own kinda person.”

“Her own kind of person?”

Duo almost laughed at Heero’s perplexed look. “Relena’s top of the pops. I’m rock bottom, with emphasize on rock! You…you’re…something else.”

The blue-eyed man lifted an eyebrow.

“Well, I dunno! You keep hiding who you are.”

“Well, I’m sorry.” Heero said, slightly offended.

“Aww man, don’t be offended by me. I spew crap out on a minutely basis.”

“Well. Anyway. I’m sorry that my bike doesn’t meet your standards.” Duo winced at the clipped words.

“Look, I know whatta said wasn’t very nice, but…oh my god! You made a joke!” He laughed out loud.

Heero blinked.

“Standards…a standard. Your bike’s a standard!”

Heero blinked again.

“It died?”

“Yes, it died.”

“Damn, I gotta stop brutally murdering jokes all over the place.”

“It was dead from the beginning.”

“Aww man! Wait, I ain’t taking joke-advice from you!”

Heero smirked.

“Anyway, I ain’t finished with my ride.” Duo turned around and entered his shop again, leaving his friend gaping at his back.

The smile on the Japanese teenager’s face froze. He paled slightly before gritting his teeth, eyes suddenly flashing ice. Stalking, the boy entered after the braided idiot. He grabbed the first and the best object and threw it with as much strength as he dared.

Five litres of motor oil and a bucket hit Duo in the neck. Black oil splattered onto Beast and made a greasy trail down his chest. There was no doubt that his braid had been instantly drenched and for just a few seconds, Duo’s vision flashed red.

With a fluid, cat-like grace, he turned around, glaring. “Do you have any idea what you just did?”

Heero ignored the growl, grabbing after something else and barely registered that it was smaller than the bucket, before he threw it with all his might.

Duo tilted his head as the wrench flew by, then made a jump for the blasphemous bastard, who had just soiled not only his braid, which was bad enough, but also tainted his brand new paint job.

They tumbled to the floor. Trying to gain the upper hand, they rolled around in a mess of oil, paint and tools until there was as much fluid on them as on the floor.

Knowing that it could go on like this for quite a while, Duo decided to try something new to bring Heero out of balance. When he once again found himself on top, he found the cleanest place on Heero’s neck and sunk his teeth in.

A surprised gasp sounded from Heero as he suddenly bucked violently, almost throwing Duo off again. He went suddenly limp, lying on the floor gasping not from exhaustion.

“What…what the…”

Duo released the flesh in his mouth, unable to conceal a grin, which widened when he saw a small drop of blood run from the bite. “Why Heero,” he purred, “I hadn’t a clue you liked that.”

“What?” Heero felt a hand closing around his throat. He still felt breathless.

The violet-eyed man bent forward until his breath was loud in the prone pilot’s ear. “You should’ve told me.” Heero felt a knee pressed gently against his unexpected erection. “We could’ve had so much fun.”

Heero swallowed. What was he supposed to do? How did he get out of this? Relena would know what to do. She always had an answer.

Belatedly, he realised that he’d been speaking aloud. The knee was now pressing not so gently.

“Say her name again and I swear I’ll take away your ability to procreate. Permanently.”

The ex-pilot of the Wing Gundam swallowed again, wondering where his self-control had gone.

“Now, where were we?” There was nothing but mock amusement in his voice. “Oh, yeah…” The long-haired pilot bit down on another semi-clean spot on the others throat, relishing the strangled sound Heero couldn’t quite silence.

The short-haired teen responded with a firm grip on the other’s shoulders, squeezing tightly as Duo’s knee shifted. “D-Duo, st-stop it!”

The American released his captive shortly. “Why should’a?” Not allowing for any kind of answer, he slanted his mouth over Heero’s, forcing his tongue inside.

Duo tasted of blood and oil and sweat and something bittersweet that had to be the pilot’s own natural taste. His tongue was coaxing Heero to participate in the kiss, which he quickly found himself unable to resist. He closed his eyes.

“Heero,” Duo mumbled against his lips, “you’re suppose t’let go.”

Heero immediately released Duo’s shoulders and let his hands drop to the floor.

Duo sighed, but couldn’t help a small chuckle.

“I meant your control.”

“Oh. …how?”

Shit, this isn’t gonna be easy. Knowing no explanation would help, he opted instead to kiss him roughly, using teeth this time. Satisfied when Heero started getting short of breath, he broke off the kiss and straddled the other’s crotch.

“I sincerely hope you weren’t too attached to ya shirt.”

“Wha- weren’t?”

Instead of answering, the braided teen simply ripped the light blue abomination, undoubtedly another choice pick of Relena’s. Hearing no protests from below him, he deliberately placed his soiled hand on Heero’s collarbone, before dragging his nails all the way down Heero’s chest and abdomen, leaving a grimy trail.

“I love dirtying you.” Duo felt the other’s stomach tremble. Showing teeth in a self-satisfied smirk, he continued. “’Specially when you’re so sweet’n submissive.”

Heero’s eyes blazed at the provocation. In a flash, he had reversed their positions, coincidentally pressing down. The sensation almost made him give sound, but instead he changed the almost-sound into a gasp for air. Duo however, had no such reservations and moaned loudly, crossing his legs around Heero’s back.

“Did…did you like that?” He didn’t know what he would do if Duo said no.

“Shut up’n keep it up, moron!”

That had to mean yes. Experimentally, he rolled his hips down harder this time and was rewarded with another sound of pleasure. Heero felt his sanity slip just a little.

Not knowing what else to do, Heero continually repeated the motion, getting high on Duo’s eager moans.

After a few repetitions though, Duo got fed up with the lack of creativity from his partner, took a firm grip around the back of Heero’s neck and dragged him down until their noses were almost touching. “Here, let me show you how it’s done…” Before Heero had processed the statement, the American rolled them over, once again sitting over the Japanese’s hips.

Without further ado, Duo went for a light pink nipple, biting into the nub harshly, revelling when Heero finally made a hearty moan. He let his circle around the soft spot and sucked hard. Heero tasted of bitter oil, salt and something tangy that was all himself. “Heero,” Duo mumbled between nibbles. “Talk t’me.”

Heero stiffened, not knowing exactly what to say.

“Tell me if you like it.”

“I-I do…”

“How much?”

“A… lot?”

“Really?”

“Yes?”

“Then stop pressing ya lips together. I wanna hear the delicious sounds you’re gonna make while I fuck you into oblivion.” As he stated this, he pressed his hips down and bit down again.

Heero’s breath hitched, and Duo scraped his nails down his soon-to-be-lover’s pectorals and ribs, not accidentally scratching the twin to the nub in his mouth.

The prone man moaned.

“That’s it, baby,” Duo smirked, and started working on Heero’s fly. Within no time, he’d loosened the jeans and was sticking his hand under the waistband of Heero’s military issue boxers.

“D-Duo! I-oh, Duo it’s too…”

“What? Coming already?”

“No, it’s just…” he was interrupted by a moan as Duo squeezed. “Just… I’m losing… losing…”

“Ssh, ’s okay, you’re not s’pposed to’ve control during sex.” With that, the last remnant of pilot 01’s control slipped and he made an animal sound much like a growl, before lifting his hands to bury them deep in the other ex-pilot’s loose braid so he could drag him up for another deep kiss.

Duo hummed happily, sucking eagerly on Heero’s tongue, thoroughly enjoying the twitching of Heero’s hips and small needy sounds he let slip now.

“Lift ya hips.”

“Huh?” Heero asked, but complied nonetheless and found himself with nothing covering his lower body before he had quite grasped the situation.

“Well, I can’t fuck you if you’re clothed,” Duo replied with an impish grin and proceeded to place a kiss on the newly revealed skin. A lock of chestnut brown hair slid from Duo’s braid and graced Heero’s erection gently, causing the man to hiss and buck.

“M-more…” Heero stuttered.

“Say please,” Duo purred.

“Please!”

Duo’s fingers began trailing through dark curls, teasingly around Heero’s hardness. Heero whimpered and thrust his hips in the air, trying to say without words where he wanted to be touched.

The smug Caucasian ignored the wordless request, and pressed a clothed knee between the Asian’s, thus gaining access to his perineum. Duo smirked.

“Hey, Heero?”

“What?”

“D’you ever play with yourself?”

“What?!”

“D’you play with yourself? Y’know, experiment wi’ what feels good when you wank?”

“Uuuh…”

“Guess not then. Well, then I’ve a suggestion f’you. Spread ya legs a bit more.”

Heero complied without further comment, knowing Duo was being purposefully cryptic.

The long-haired man slid his hands up Heero’s inner thighs, and continued further up, placing two fingers around the soft flesh beneath his balls, squeezing gently.

The reaction was immediate and almost made him lose the grip, as Heero arched his back sharply, banging his head into the floor. Encouraged by this, Duo began rubbing the spot. The prone man began writhing in response, and whimpered continuously.

“You look so sexy when you abandon yourself t’my touch,” the American growled huskily.

Duo began opening his fly, intending to push his jeans down and off before taking another look at Heero’s panting form, Nope. Not yet. “Hey, handsome, put your legs around me, yeah?”

“Uh…” The light of intelligence slowly returned to Heero’s eyes before he complied hesitantly.

“Hold on.” With a great heave, the American lifted them both off the floor, smirking at the arms that were suddenly wound very tight around his shoulders. Figuring he'd have to redo the paint-job anyway, Heero was placed on the soft leather seat of the bike.

“So… where were we? Oh, tha’s right.” He knelt leaving it to the shaky man to balance on the slim seat, and pressed two fingers against Heero’s perineum again, rubbing softly. The seated man gasped and dug his fingers into the soft leather under him to keep balanced. Duo decided he didn’t much mind that.

He left the vulnerable spot and moved his hands north again, to grasp Heero’s balls tightly and squeezed. The result was instantaneous and a sound, somewhere between a pleased moan and a cry of pain escaped the brunet. Smiling devilishly, Duo squeezed again, pleased with Heero’s eager, vocal response.

A sudden impulse made the American lean forward and wipe his tongue over the root of Heero’s cock, causing the Japanese to suck in a sudden breath.

“You like tha’too, huh?” He leaned in again, pressing a hard kiss to Heero’s erection, before swiping his tongue over the spot, leaving a trail of saliva. Moving closer he sucked on a bit of skin, scraping his teeth along the vein, delighting in the twitching he caused. He continued his ministrations, doing his very best to drive his partner crazy, making his hips twitch uncontrollable, nibbling, sucking and licking his way up the leaking shaft.

He hummed briefly when hands buried themselves in his now completely loose hair. He curled an arm around Heero’s hip and dragged the pilot a little forward for better access, before with his free hand grasping the other’s erection, abandoning his oral ministrations to give him a few solid pumps.

“Don’t come just yet, hon’,” he husked when a particularly hard lurch of Heero’s hips almost threw them both to the floor. His hand tightened on the hardness until the boy’s breathing had quieted sufficiently that he didn’t think the dark-haired man was in the danger of coming completely undone the second he let go.

He grinned when he was fixed with an impatient blue glare and rubbed the tip of the erection in his hand, smearing pre-com over the head. “Patience, patience.” The icy stare got just a little more icy. “No worries, hon’, I’m getting to th’ bester part.” And with an impish grin he swallowed the head of Heero’s cock. The hand in his hair tightened and the kneeling pilot was certain he had just lost at least four hairs.

He caressed the smooth head with his tongue, taking stock of his taste, of the way he writhed with every stroke. The American swirled his tongue around the flared head in his mouth before pressing it against the slit, licking there gently as another drop of fluid emerged.

Pressing his lips together, carefully avoiding contact between his teeth and the sensitive organ in his mouth, Duo sucked gently, noting that he probably didn’t have all that long before Heero invariably came. He pressed a little closer, merely teasing his gag reflex and sucked harder, almost grinning at the heartfelt moan he provoked.

The mechanic groped around the floor, knowing he had left it around somewhere, until his hand hit upon a small bottle of fluid silicone. Maybe not the most ideal lubrication, but better than the alternative; nothing. He poured a liberal amount over his fingers and placed one against the puckered opening he would soon be entering. Mental smirk.

He reached the other hand, his left, down to free himself of his by now rather confining jeans, freeing himself completely and stroking firmly, as his fingertip disappeared into Heero.

“Duo, wh-what are you doing?”

The Caucasian was terribly tempted to answer that with an absolutely ridiculously cheesy, ridiculously obvious comeback, but seeing as his mouth was rather preoccupied, he held himself back. Barely. He instead slid the finger all the way in, twisting it roughly.

“Oh-oh, d-don’t do that!” As a form of reply, the minx sucked particularly hard on the very tip of Heero’s cock and slid the finger out ever so slow just before he forced it back in along with a second finger. The response was delicious, even if the resulted bucking almost choked Duo and made the bike tilt precariously.

The violet-eyed man looked up, the glint in his eyes screaming Cheshire cat with a canary, and caught blue, uncertain eyes. They had a moment of contact in which Heero’s until then forgotten nerves suddenly peaked. Then Duo opened his throat and took everything in.

The preventer’s mind was swiftly send into pleasure overload at the sheer tight, wet heat as the head of his cock hit the back of Duo’s throat.

Duo hummed appreciatively at the hoarse cry of pleasure, causing vibrations to travel deliciously all the way up Heero’s erection. His breath got suspiciously stuck in his throat as his pleasure intensified and hit climax.

Duo dutifully swallowed as he took advantage of Heero’s absolute distraction to scissor his fingers and then introducing a third.

He waited for Heero to regain awareness before he began moving them. The rigid boy was a virgin after all. Well, it wouldn’t be much longer.

With a last vindictive scrape of teeth Duo released the by now soft cock. “You can’t pass out on me just yet.” He stood up, removing his fingers in the motion, and revealed his still pumping hand.

Heero mumbled something unintelligible, but it didn’t sound dismissive.

Once again Duo covered his fingers with the oil, so he could smear it over his impatient flesh. “Hey, Heero? You ready?” Heero looked up into suddenly serious eyes, realising that he was being shown real concern for his consent for the first time that day. Sudden warmth that Duo really cared for his well-being filled his chest and he nodded silently.

A brilliant smile lit Duo’s features for the briefest of moments before it morphed back into the impish one he carried so frequently. “Well. Here I come,” he commented, not caring much for sappy staring-into-eyes moments.

He positioned himself and pushed inside slowly, heaving a relieved sigh when the head finally breached the ring of muscle. He breathed in deeply, trying to regain a modicum of self-control before he rammed himself home. Considering how tense Heero was, that could damage him.

To Heero’s surprise it didn’t hurt very much, really. Probably because Duo had prepped him so well and probably also because the mechanic was still going so slow. He listened to Duo’s strained breath and did his best to relax, despite the alien feeling.

Finally seated, Duo waited as long as he could bear for Heero to adjust before he started to thrust gently. To distract him from any possible unpleasantness, he began toying with a nipple, rubbing and pinching it lightly. As Heero began responding with more moans, Duo increased the speed of his thrusts, aiming and after only a few tries finding the sweet spot.

Moaning himself, Duo grabbed Heero’s erection and started stroking erratically. “Ngh, Heero, who’d’ve thought you’d be such an eager lover?”

The usually stoic man didn’t respond, far too lost in bliss for any type of intelligible communication.

Finally losing himself to oblivion, Duo rammed himself into the other ex-pilot, not caring the least that probably the entire neighbourhood would’ve heard them by now. With a cry of ecstasy he emptied himself, triggering the second orgasm of Heero’s.

Just as Duo’s knees weakened and he leaned forward, the bike finally tipped over and they both landed sprawled on the floor, still half on top of the bike. Thankful that he hadn’t landed on anything hard or, god forbid, edged, Duo stood up still a little shaky.

“Hey, baby, okay?”

Heero blinked a bit, surprised that they were now suddenly on the floor, before answering. “My head’s been hit harder before, don’t worry about me.”

“You’re covered’n paint.”

“You’re covered in motor oil.”

“Yeah, and you better help me gettit outta my hair, you blasphemous bastard.”

“Oh? Now I’m a blasphemous bastard? What happened to ‘baby’?”

“…Blasphemous baby, then.”

“That’s…an improvement I guess.”

“So?”

“So what?”

“So what’ll you be calling me?”

Heero raised an eyebrow. “Idiot isn’t good enough anymore?”

“What?! I don’t get a pet name? I’m hurt. Mortally wounded! My heart’s bleeding, dripping to the floor like so much-…”

“I guess I can upgrade you to a fool, then.”

“Yay, I gotta pet n-… hey!”

Heero turned away, hiding his self-satisfied smirk, picking through junk and spilled fluids to pick up what was left of his clothes. “I need a shower. And you maybe even more than me,” he commented, looking at Duo’s matted hair.

“Aw man! ’S gonna take me forever t’get my hair back to its natural glory. You better come home with me since you’re responsible. Blasphemous bastard.” Duo winked.

“Yeah, okay.” Heero offered a crooked smile in return.


- - -


“I can’t believe it took us two fucking hours to clean out your fucking hair,” Heero grumbled, towelling his own shorter and far more manageable hair.

“Don’ tell me you didn’t enjoy the chance to fiddle with it. I noticed how slow you became once ‘twas untangled. You bloody pervert.”

“You didn’t seem to mind at the time.”

“Well, I still don’t, you’re a quick study after all, but don’t complain over’t. Least half the drag was ya fault.”

“Well, you’ve got a great butt.”

“And don’cha ever forget that!”

“Just keep reminding me, and I’ll be sure not to. Do you have a shirt I can borrow? Mine is… less than wearable in public.”

“Hmm, t-shirt okay? I’ve just the thing.” Duo abandoned his half-done braid to search through his closet. “Here we go!” He threw the black thing at Heero, who put it on without much inspection.

“I gotta go, Duo, I have a meeting with Relena about possible security issues at the convention next week.”

“Sounds smashing. Don’t involve me, thanks.” Duo barely suppressed his smirk as he finished the braid. “Say h‘lo though.”

Heero merely raised his hand as goodbye before shutting the door after him.

The slight tucking at the corner of Duo’s mouth turned into a full-blown Cheshire grin as he wondered how Relena would respond to the bright pink letters on Heero’s back, spelling a very succinct statement; FUCKED!