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Spring Cleaning	By : Tetsumiro Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male > Heero/Duo Views: 2322 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: This is my first fanfic, so I'm a little nervous! I hope you all enjoy it.
The rag passed slowly over the control panel as Duo put the final touches on his �spring cleaning� of Deathscythe , and now he was leaning back to admire his work. Only, now he couldn�t as something, or rather, someone blocked out the light coming from the warehouse lights. Cocking his head to look back, Duo was greeted with spandex clad thighs that lead up to that smooth green tank top covered torso, however his cobalt eyes never did make it to Heero�s face. No, instead they lingered at the hem of his shirt a moment before focusing on the very clear outline of Heero�s little man stretching the dark spandex in an attempt to stand at attention for him.

�Heero, you�re blocking my light.� He said absently, though he just couldn�t budge his eyes. This wasn�t the first advance the Japanese pilot had made on him before. Oh no, in fact, they�d shared a hot, sweaty night in bed just the night before.

Duo began to stand up as Heero didn�t respond, body twisting around in an attempt to face his aroused partner, brown brow raised high. He wondered just what had gotten Heero so excited in the first place, and then it hit him as a gummy ear-bud smacked him in the face as he moved�he�d been listening to music, while leaned over, and the young American pilot couldn�t keep his hips from swaying when he couldn�t out-right dance. He hadn�t thought anyone was watching though! Boy, the trouble he got himself into.

His thought process was derailed as a rough hands grabbed his shoulders and shoved him back into the large seat, rag sent flying into the air as the braided pilot flailed on the way down. Then the hatch clicked and everything went black. �Hey man, c�mon, this isn�t funny!� Leaning forward, Duo pushed to get out of his seat, only to be sent back holding his head as it collided with something hard and the groan that accompanied his told him it was Heero�s head.

Hands shoved him back again, pinning him back against the padded seat, and he felt hot breath against his lips. �Sit back.� Heero hissed out, and Duo caught a hint of annoyance that seeped through that husky voice. Wasn�t it even lower than normal? Damn, how long had Heero been standing there watching him? Obviously he�d grown too comfortable with the Japanese pilot if he didn�t even sense him coming! What was becoming of him?

�Hey, c�mon, Heerrrooooo!� Duo whined out, struggling under those familiar hands as they began to pull open his dark top. �We can�t do this in here! Dammit Heero, I just cleaned it! And it�s hot in here! It�s going to get stuffy and hard to breathe�� He stopped as he heard the creak of one of his screens being pressed against and gasped in sharply. �Heero Yui, if you break one of my screens again, I swear I�m going to�Mmphangunf�nph�� Duo�s mouth was occupied by his fellow pilot�s wet tongue, muffling his angered words and diluting them to a small muffled groan.

Now this wasn�t fair at all, Duo thought as Heero�s deft hands pushed his dark priestly shirt down over his shoulders, the fabric still tucked in at the belt of his pants and the tension kept his arms bound down against his side. He shifted but it was no use, his body quickly rendered helpless as those hands slid down his partially exposed midsection, only to drop down and push his thighs apart enough for that lanky Japanese boy�s body to settle right in between.

Heero was sitting on his knees before him, kiss broken and the air in the cockpit was already getting hot and stuffy. Practiced hands unbuckled his belt and in the darkness he heard the smooth sound of his zipper sliding down after the tug of his button being popped open. Meanwhile, Heero�s slim frame leaned forward over Duo�s, hot, wet mouth bathing kisses all over his stomach, making their way up to his exposed chest.

Wet tongue slid over a nipple, and Heero flicked at it a few good teasing times before clamping those lips over it. Duo had never been good at holding back just how he felt, and the soft moans that heated up the cramped space only caused the ache in his pants to intensify.

�Heero� I�m gonna� Get you for this.� Duo grunted out, chest arched into that fiery, moist touch, and his body shifted as one of his lover�s hands finally found their way down beneath the hem of his dark pants. �Heero!� He huffed, boots pushing into the floor of his gundam as he tensed and pushed his head back against the head rest as Heero�s fingers wrapped around his member.

Those stroking fingers knew just how to milk noise from Duo Maxwell, and the American pilot fisted his hands, pulling at the shirt again as it finally freed up from his now loose pants. The braided boy pushed his hands at Heero�s shoulders, cobalt eyes searching the darkness uselessly. There was no light, he couldn�t see a thing, but he could feel hot breath slide down his abdomen and hands tug his pants down off of his hips, pulling the soft boxers along with them. �Don�t you dare.� Duo warned, but Heero wasn�t going to listen to him, and he knew it.

Wet heat suddenly engulfed him below, thighs spread to their limit with the tight band of his pants restraining them on either side of Heero�s chest. The short, messy haired pilot�s arms looped over Duo�s hips, one hand still wrapped around the base of the braided pilot�s hardening member as he worked it in and out of his mouth, the other sliding over his abdomen slowly.

Saliva slid down to his fingers as he continued, lips curling into a smirk around Duo as the American�s hands left his shoulders to tangle into his dark hair. He�d won this battle, but now wasn�t the time to gloat over it. Duo was putty in his hands, it was best to take advantage of a situation when the opportunity came along, and that�s what he was going to do.

Heero�s spit covered fingers dropped down to draw a line between the flushed pilot�s cheeks, pressing between them and rubbing against the tight starburst of a hole. There was an audible gasp from Duo as the first finger plunged inside, and Heero swirled it around inside of him, pressing it all the way to the knuckle before he slid it back out, only to pop it back inside with a second finger.

Duo was still nice and loose, and the heavy puffs of breath that heated up the stuffy, humid air of the closed cockpit told Heero the other pilot wasn�t going to let him tease him without kicking up a storm of a fuss about it. Not that he really minded, he�d been tempted to jump Deathscythe�s pilot while he�d been bent over, wiggling those sweet hips to the thrum of the music playing in his ears. Who knew what he�d been listening to, but he could have sworn he heard the soft drum of �Livin� La Vida Loca� echo somewhere, lost in the darkness of the room and quieted by the heavy breaths and soft moans his foreign lover was filling the air with.

Duo felt like he was on fire, his skin hot and red, though neither of them could see each other in the darkness of the small space. His fingers were still tangled in Heero�s hair and one of his hands trailed down to the back of the other pilot�s neck, pressing him down as the Japanese boy bobbed his head. Those slender hips bucked in retaliation to the probing, swirling and stretching fingers in side of him, boot clad foot slipping over the smooth surface of the floor and kicking a sturdy panel. Duo grunted as this forced him to slide in the seat slightly, no longer pushing himself into the back of it, and it was in this moment that Heero took advantage of him again.

Withdrawing his fingers and allowing Duo�s aching member to slip from his mouth, spit trailing from it briefly, Heero stood suddenly. His arms linked both of the American�s legs over his shoulders, ducking under his pants so they hung behind his back, Heero looked down into the darkness, listening to Duo�s hot, heavy breaths. He could imagine how his lover�s chest must have rose and fell with each deep breath, how his cheeks were flushed with that burning red, sweaty with his brown locks of hair sticking to his face. He was probably pouting, but his eyes would burn with that needy desire, and Heero wasn�t about to deny those eyes.

�Are you going to make me wait forever?� An exasperated voice managed out beneath him. How long had he been holding the poor horny pilot in that position? He�d gotten lost in his thoughts, and the ache in his loins was only worse now! Shifting his hands, he freed himself, spandex hugging his thighs right beneath Heero�s smooth cheeks. Finally, the Japanese boy leaned forward and bent the impatient Duo Maxwell over himself slightly, pushing in with ease.

That sweet voice broke out into the dark, thick air again as Heero thrust in deep, wasting no time in pulling back to repeat the process. Their bodies moved awkwardly in the small space, hands grasping blindly for things to hold onto, feet pushed against panels and flooring for leverage, skin slipping against skin and metal alike, covered in wet sweat that dripped from their bodies.

Duo grasped desperately for the back of the seat, hands squeezing the padding, digging his nails in as he tugged and pushed at it. His lips were dry, though he took pauses between gasps and cries to lick at them, it did little good. It was like the hot air was sucking all the moisture right out of him! �Heero� Heero, it�s too hot��

As his hands slipped from the sweat slicked seat and paneling around him, Duo gave up and reached out over him, searching the darkness for that body that was assaulting him so passionately. Heero was easily pulled closer, perspiring bodies slipping and sliding together easily, smooth friction causing them both to gasp and moan out noisily.

Duo could feel him, all of him deep inside, and it made him feel dizzy with heated passion. He felt numb and on fire all at the same time, hardly noticing the feel of Heero�s lips as they crushed against his, tongue delving inside to wrestle with Duo�s, but he still responded with a hot, needy passion.

Their moans were muffled now, but their bodies rocked almost urgently together, the sharp smack of flesh against flesh filling the air. Heero groaned and broke the kiss as hands have his short, messy hair a sharp yank, Duo�s body jerking beneath his slightly as the pilot cried out loudly. He�d struck something sweet inside him that time, and Heero couldn�t suppress a chuckle. He sought it out again, feeling the way Duo grasped and pulled at him in desperation each time, hands trembling and sliding against his skin and clothes, murmuring his name between short, hot breaths that puffed against his cheek.

Heero dipped his head down, lips clamping down softly at the nape of Duo�s neck, over hair and all at first, but he smoothed the hair away gradually. He sucked and nibbled up and down the slender slope, tongue trailing the outer edge of Duo�s ear and along his jaw, nibbling again at his chin. Even his own breathing was labored in the hot, stuffy cockpit, puffing against Duo�s skin as he moved to claim his lips once more.

Each thrust drove in deeper and harder, with growing desperation as their bodies collided together, driving Duo roughly into the seat. One of Heero�s hands dipped down between them to grasp the dripping proof of his companion�s true desires. Not that Duo was objecting anymore. No, instead he gasped out Heero�s name in response, knees squeezing the Japanese boy�s shoulders and his toes curling and flexing as he stroked and milked his erection.

Duo was anything but quiet, dark braid unraveling beneath him, the band rolled out of his hair with each slide of his body to rest on the black abyss of a floor beneath them. His hands were fisted into Heero�s tank top and the hair, alternating between pulling and pressing down on his body with each couple of thrusts.

�H-Heero! I can�t anymore�!� It was all Duo could manage out before strangling out a long, loud moan, toes curling inside of those boots, his body tensing and giving a strong, rough shudder as his pleasure poured into Heero�s waiting hand.

Heero never stopped thrusting, pushing inside of that tight hole as Duo came, and breathing raggedly and rubbing his fingers together as the slippery, hot seed coated them. With a few more thrusts into the other pilot, Heero braced himself against the control panels on either side of them, his hand slipping briefly as he groaned his lover�s name out in a low, husky voice. He seated himself in deep, muscles tensing and fluttering as his load spurt inside of the panting American�s body.

He sat there like that for a while, chest heaving, sweat dripping from his body down to Duo�s, but eventually he did slide out of him. Semen slipped out after him as he began to lower Duo�s body, shifting out from between his legs and standing there in the dark, fixing his tight spandex shorts slowly.

Duo was still lost in the steamy aftermath, shifting his body into the seat again as his legs were lowered to the floor, heavy breath still audible and after a few long, silent minutes he gave an annoyed groan. �Heero Yui� You�re a bastard, I hope you know that. Now I have to clean all over again!�
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