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Unofficially

I cut the engine cut off as I leaned my foot onto the rough pavement and swung my right leg off the motorbike with a sigh. I pushed the kickstand out, palming the keys, before I removed my helmet and set it down on the seat as I eyed up the decrepit building in front of me. A flickering neon sign informed any passerby that the bar was called Eddie’s Place, but it was the ripped canopy, graffitied brick, and tacky paint job that specified it was a dive bar.

This was the place, really?

Sure, it was a low-profile place, but this felt more like where an under-aged teen would go to try out their fake ID or where a druggie would come looking to score. When I had been sent out by Commander Une, this wasn’t exactly what I had been expecting to be my destination. I was expecting something more…rich, or at least decent. Oh, on L2, this would’ve been The Ritz because at least it had a working door and only one window was busted up, but it was far from a five-star establishment on Earth.

The beep of my earbud diverted my attention as a clipped voice said, “Agent Maxwell, report.”

I rolled my eyes, damn, I had been here for all of thirty seconds and he was already on my ass—and not in the fun, sexy way either. “I’m here, ‘Fei,” I responded after depressing the button on the side of the bud to communicate back.

“How many times do I have to say it’s Agent Chang when we’re at work?”

“About thirty more times,” I quipped as I scanned my surroundings for any suspicious characters, “and then it’ll only stick for a day, though it’s very possible it may not even last that long.”

“You’re insufferable, Maxwell.”

“It’s Agent Maxwell, ‘Fei,” I retorted in a mocking nasally voice. We didn’t work together often because there was a high chance that Wufei would accidentally shoot me, but whenever I was sent on a solo mission, he would offer to be my point of contact back at Headquarters. My dear friend made that aggravated, choked sound that meant he was about to go into a tirade I really didn’t listen to, so I quickly changed gears before he could start, “But are you sure this is the right place? It’s literally a hole in the wall bar.”

The pause before Wufei responded almost made me laugh, even Mr. Smarty-Pants was caught off guard by the location. “Yes, the GPS coordinates state you are in the proper vicinity. Maybe it’s a different establishment.”

I looked to my left and then to my right at the empty space around me with a cocked brow. Other than an abandoned gas station fifty yards away that I had already checked out, Ernie’s Place was the only building in a five-mile radius. “Unless he’s in a ditch on the side of the road or meditating in the field out back, then no, ‘cause there’s no other establishment here.”

“Then get moving and find him, Agent Maxwell.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I muttered, dropping my hand and moving towards the bar entrance slowly. There were half a dozen bikes parked out front and two or three cars, but otherwise, the parking lot was rather empty for a Friday. Given, it was in the middle of nowhere, so maybe this was a good-sized crowd… At least I’d fit in well with the leather jacket I was wearing and my braid would most likely win over some of the bikers, they always seemed to have an affinity for long hair and long beards, though I was lacking in the facial hair department. Of course, my main concern was finding my target, but it never hurt to get along with the locals.

With another sigh, I paused in front of the door and checked my weapons before stepping in and immediately sweeping my gaze across the open space to map out where all the civilians were. My right hand was poised near my hip where I could easily grab my gun from the waistband of my jeans and my other was shoved into my jacket pocket in what looked like a casual manner while in reality I was hiding a small switch knife in case trouble came my way. One could never be too careful when you’re a war criminal to some and a cop to others, hell, even some of our fans were straight up bat-shit crazy!

I don’t take chances, I didn’t survive that war at sixteen just to die because some idiot didn’t like how the war ended.

There were two people sitting together at a small table near the jukebox, three at the bar, and eight hovering around the pool tables—those were the bikers for sure, the grizzled beards, tattoos, and black t-shirts paired with leather vests or jackets gave that away quite quickly. They were the rowdiest bunch, raucously laughing with each other as they played pool between sips of beer, but while two of them looked up at me when I walked in, they seemed to be in their own world. They were probably my lowest threat, but possibly my highest causality since they were more likely to get involved in a fight instead of running like most people.

The bartender nodded to me, but other than giving me a quick dubious once-over that told me he was pretty sure I was under-aged, he ignored me. He wouldn’t be any trouble considering I was twenty-one, and legally this time, but I wasn’t here to drink anyway. No, I was here to look for one very specific person that I never expected to find inside such an obscure, shabby place like this and convince him that there were better things to do than whatever the hell he was doing here.

My eyes trailed over the three men sitting spread out over the bar, two of them sat hunched over their drinks, looking as if they were trying to find the answer at the bottom of their glasses, but the last one…back straight, stiff shoulders, a rough cut of unruly hair that its owner still hadn’t learned how to tame in the last five years, and an aura I’d still recognize anywhere no matter how many people were crammed into this little shithole bar. Even in that loose-fitting t-shirt he wore and blue jeans that weren’t anything like the spandex he used to wear, I’d recognize him. There he sat with a half-full glass of alcohol, the Champion of the World, Relena’s knight in shining armor, and the Heart of Space…

Well, I don’t really know about any of that considering we all helped out in overthrowing the Alliance and gaining the colonies' freedom, but he certainly had my heart. Does that make me Space? Who knows, it could’ve been my name, not exactly like Duo was some grand name either. I liked Duo more than Space though, so I won’t be switching it any time soon, but it didn’t change the fact that Heero had been holding my heart since before the war ended.

And from what our sources told us, he was no longer Relena’s dashing prince either. Apparently, our dear Princess got tired of chasing after him, finally. I mean, it only took her six years to reach the obvious conclusion we all had that he wasn’t interested in her romantically. At least, that’s what I told myself, no one really knew if there had been more between them except for the couple in question, but Quatre insisted there was nothing between them. It was hard to believe though since as soon as the war was over and Heero was fully healed from his injuries, Relena had swooped in and asked him to be her Head of Security.

Yeah, Heero was the type of person who could never say no to her and he accepted before anyone else even had the chance to give him another option. While the rest of us drifted for a little bit before ending up at the Preventers at various points, Heero was the only one who hadn’t joined the peace-keeping organization, but we all knew that once he accepted a mission, he wasn’t going to give it up unless he died—though now we know that he’d give it up if he was fired too.

I depressed the bud in my ear again, whispering almost inaudibly, “Found him.”

“Understood,” Wufei said, a soft pause before he added, “good luck,” before the connection beeped to let me know we were disconnected.

Well, certainly wasn’t expecting that from ‘Fei! I didn’t know he could still catch me off guard, though I know we all would feel more at ease with all of us working for the Preventers. We could have our own little Gundam unit, though we honestly didn’t see each other very often since we were constantly being sent on missions. Sometimes it sucked balls being so talented at infiltration and causing havoc, it made us in high demand for every damned mission in the universe, but at least we were never bored.

That was probably Commander Une’s doing, she knew boredom and Gundam pilots didn’t mix—or maybe she just knew boredom and me didn’t mix.

“You want another?” The bartender asked Heero in a gravelly voice, the older gentleman wearing a short-sleeved black shirt that put his tattoos on full display to his customers. Graying hair pulled back into a long ponytail and a long beard to match, he looked more like a biker than a bartender, but he seemed to have a good handle on his customers and was most likely Eddie of Eddie’s Place.

I watched as Heero tilted his glass, looking at the half-shot of whiskey left, and lifted it to his lips before throwing his head back and emptying the glass. “Yes,” he said, setting the tumbler back down on the bar top. It hadn’t been quite five years since I heard his voice, but close enough, and it was still as flat and deep as I remembered it.

I swallowed as my pulse quickened at just hearing his voice and moved closer to my old war buddy while keeping myself out of his line of sight. My steps were quiet despite the boots I wore and I let go of my knife, though I had more than a few tucked away within reach at all times. The muzzle of my handgun digging into the small of my back was a reassuring pressure and while it wasn’t “Preventers Code” to keep a gun outside of its holster, I didn’t like carrying it under my arm or at my hip and so I didn’t do it. Commander Une would always ignore my idiosyncrasies, I was worth more to her than my not-quite-outside-of-legal way of doing things. Everything I did was by the book, but sometimes I just added a few pages to the book so that it would be.

The bartender eyed him with a deep sigh, “That’s your sixth shot tonight, do you have a driver?”

“I’m not drunk,” came the biting reply and while I couldn’t see Heero’s face, I could already picture the dark scowl on that handsome face and the way he’d be glaring at the bartender.

I ignored the sudden desire to run a hand down my braid to make sure it wasn’t too messy and to try and fix my bangs, I wasn’t a love-struck teen anymore but I was suddenly acting like one as soon as I was in Heero’s vicinity. That was one reason I hadn’t seen Heero for so long either, it’s not like Preventers didn’t team up with Relena’s Head of Security for various events over the past five years, but I always made sure I was conveniently busy with some other mission first. The other pilots had seen him, but I hadn’t wanted to see him with Relena and be reminded of just how handsome of a couple they made. Of course, the thought that maybe the rumors were true that Heero really wasn’t interested in Relena sent flutters through my stomach.

“You still need a designated driver.”

“He’s got one,” I spoke up, sauntering up to the empty stool beside Heero with a rictus grin firmly in place.

Heero swiveled to look at me as if he were staring at a ghost, those gorgeous blue eyes glassy and dilated in a way I had never seen them before. “Duo?”

“What a coincidence seeing you here.” I quipped with a raspy laugh, but we both knew it was no coincidence I was here. All of us Gundam pilots had tabs kept on us and our movements tracked to a certain extent—those of us who joined the Preventers obviously weren’t monitored as closely considering we were working for the organization doing the monitoring in the first place, but there wasn’t any chance that two Gundam pilots would just happen to cross paths with each other in a random bar.

He snorted, “Hn.”

“It’s been a couple of years, hasn’t it, Yuy?” I clapped him softly on the shoulder, my smile turning genuine as I slid onto the barstool. Warmth spread from my hand and up my arm, god, if felt so good to touch him again. What the hell was Une thinking sending me out to recruit him? I was more likely to seduce him at this point because I didn’t want to let go of him now that he was within arm’s reach, though that could’ve been that crazy woman’s idea in the first place.

“What are you doing here?” he asked me as his brows knitted together with confusion. There was no way Heero was completely sober, but I gotta say, it was quite impressive to hear him not slurring his words in the least despite having had six shots already.

I dropped my hand from his shoulder and leaned one elbow on the bar so I could cradle my face in the palm of my hand, “Officially, I’m here to offer you a job within the Preventers now that you’re no longer working for Relena.”

The bartender appeared with a bottle of whiskey in his hand and poured Heero another double shot of the amber liquid as Heero never took his eyes off of me. He gripped the glass tightly, quietly assessing me and the situation before he softly asked, “And unofficially?”

Well, if that wasn’t a loaded question, I don’t know what is. During the war, we had been two scared shitless teens who had sought out some comfort behind the legs of our Gundams in the form of some heated make-out sessions. Things had been too crazy to really work out what our feelings had been at that time, whether it was adrenaline-fueled attraction in the heat of facing life and death situations or whether it was true, genuine feelings that brought us together. More than once, we found ourselves hanging onto each other and kissing, but we never went any further than that and then…the war was over and Heero had accepted Relena’s proposal before we had discussed anything.

I kind of thought that was his way of saying he wasn’t interested in pursuing anything between us and had been so angry and hurt him with for a few years, but with age comes wisdom, right? I realized that Heero had been just as scared as the rest of us who didn’t know what we were going to do since none of us had actually expected to survive the war and he had latched onto the promise of a meaning to a life that felt like it was on borrowed time. It was also when I realized that my affection for the other pilot hadn’t faded at all and instead had grown into love in the absence of Heero’s presence.

It didn’t help that Quatre took almost every opportunity to tell me that Heero always asked after me when they crossed paths and that according to his empathetic abilities, Heero was missing me. I had been too chicken shit to face it though, not with Relena next to him and pining for him—she had so much more to offer him than I did and she hadn’t tried to kill him before. Yeah, I know, I’ve got an inferiority complex when it comes to Ms. Perfect-In-Pink, but can you blame me? She had at one point been named Queen of the Earth Sphere and Heero had been named her Champion, it certainly sounded like a fairytale come to life and all that was left was for them to get married and have twelve kids that were all as good-looking and smart as their parents.

So, what was I doing here unofficially? Checking up on a friend? Feeling out a potential work partner? Hoping that the spark we both felt during the war was still there and that maybe we could pick up where we left off? Definitely the last one and I was pretty sure someone talked Une into sending me specifically because of the unresolved feelings between the two of us—thank you, Quatre. It’s yet to be seen whether that thank you will be in earnest or in cynicism, but the slightly hopeful look on Heero’s face made me think maybe the two of us were on the same page.

“Unofficially,” my voice cracked as I mustered up my courage and I stole his glass from him. I downed the double shot in a single swallow, grimacing as the alcohol that tasted worse than jet fuel spread across my tongue before scorching my throat in its wake. “Unofficially,” I smacked my lips and repressed the shudder that ran through me, “I’m hoping you’re interested in more than a Preventers job.”

“Hey!” the bartender shouted as he snatched the glass off the bar, “we don’t serve under-aged kids in this establishment.”

“Chill out, man, I’m legal.” I quickly produced my wallet and slid the license across for the bartender to check while making sure my Preventers badge wasn’t seen. The last thing I needed was him thinking his place was under investigation or tipping off anyone here that I was a Preventers agent, I might be here for Heero, but that didn’t mean everyone else knew that. “And we’re not drinking anymore tonight, promise.”

He thinned his lips as he stared at my license, brown eyes flicking from it to me and back again before he handed it back to me. “His tab is fifty credits.”

I pulled enough cash from my wallet to cover that and then some, handing it to the man with a smile, “Keep the change.” I put my license back in its place and slipped the leather wallet into my jacket pocket before turning back to the gorgeous man sitting beside me. “So—”

I stopped short at the ravenous look that crossed Heero’s face for a moment as his eyes watched my mouth before he schooled his features once more. Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting that. I mean, I knew just like everyone else that alcohol lowers one’s inhibitions and Heero was still human no matter how much he was trained not to be one, but I was still surprised to see that look of pure, unadulterated lust aimed towards me. “I thought you weren’t interested in me.”

“You kiddin’, Yuy?” I snorted, setting my foot on the bottom rung of his stool and leaning towards him, “I thought you becoming Relena’s Head of Security was your way of ending things between us before they even started.”

He vigorously shook his head before groaning slightly as he touched his forehead, “No, she just needed me, but then you avoided me.”

“You could’ve found me, we both know that,” I said with a note of annoyance in my voice. Part of me had wanted him to show up and for that reason, I hadn’t moved for three of the five years I had been working for the Preventers, but Heero never appeared and I never signed on to be part of Relena’s detail when she needed additional protection.

“I was respecting your wishes.”

I laughed hollowly, shaking my head as I resisted the urge to smack the both of us. We both had been trying to respect the other’s decision so much that we avoided each other for five long years. Maybe we had both wanted the same thing all this time, but the idea of being rejected had felt too insurmountable to overcome, “I was doing the same, ‘Ro.”

A flicker of a smile upturned the corners of his mouth, “It’s been a long time since someone called me that.”

I let my lids fall until I was looking at him through my lashes and murmured with a slight rasp to my voice, “I’ll call you that all night long if you want me to.”

He searched my face, surprise warring with desire as I watched the cogs turn in his head. Come on, Yuy, where’s that impulsive, no plan necessary teen I remember from before? I could see he wanted to come with me and a frisson of apprehension ran up my spine at the thought of finally being able to kiss him again, but something was holding him back. Maybe it was all too sudden, I mean, I did just walk back into his life after five years and then dropped a bomb in his lap that I still liked him.

“It’s fine, buddy,” I pulled back, flashing him my patented jokester grin to cover up the disappointment I felt, and patted him on the shoulder once more, “but how about we get outta here so we can talk about the details of what your employment with us would entail.”

I stood up, shoving my hands into my pockets and hunching my shoulders slightly as I made a beeline for the door. Heero would either follow me or not, but I needed some fresh air after being rejected like that. I guess I should’ve expected that, it was stupid to think that we could just pick up where we left off because we weren’t those gangly teenagers with a death wish anymore and both of us had changed in our time apart, but that didn’t mean the rebuff didn’t hurt.

And fuck, Heero was just as handsome as ever, if not more. His eyes still resembled the stormy waters of the deep ocean and while his features were sharper than they had been as a skinny teen, he had filled out more with muscular biceps from what I could see and broad shoulders. His skin was still a good couple shades darker than mine, and I had tried to tan a couple of times too, but apparently, my skin only enjoyed two colors: ghostly white or lobster red.

“You’ve gotten taller,” Heero said quietly from behind me and I pivoted enough to see the speculative look on his face as he looked me up and down from head to toe.

I laughed, putting my hands on my hips as I grinned at him, “I would hope so after five years! Proper nutrition really does wonders for the body, though I do miss being able to squeeze into those small crawlspaces on missions.” I was still much thinner than the other pilots and most men our age, but I had grown taller and put on enough muscle to do my job well. “It’s a lot harder to infiltrate when you’re not so compact anymore.”

He snorted with amusement, pulling out a carton of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket to my surprise. I never expected Heero to smoke considering how much he treated his body like a machine back then, anything that wasn’t good for it he avoided like the plague, but once again, it was just proof that I didn’t know the man as well as I did the boy. “You want one?”

“Naw,” I shook my head, sitting precariously on my bike as I crossed my arms over my chest, “I got more than my fair share of pollution on L2, I don’t need anything else ruining my lungs.”

I watched as Heero stuck the white wrapped cigarette between his lips and cupped his hands around the end to light it, the smell of tobacco wafting into the air. He shoved the carton and lighter back into his pocket and took a deep breath before blowing it out slowly, “The smell calms me for some reason,” he explained to my surprise, he never explained anything when we were teens. “I don’t smoke often, but I keep them with me just in case I need one.”

I could understand that, there were some smells that just brought back a familiarity to me that settled my mind and my bones and even if I didn’t smoke, just the fragrance of the burning embers was enough to remind me of L2. Practically everyone smoked there, but because they had to be shipped to the colony, they were a rare commodity. There was more barter value in cigarettes than in actual credits and even half-used cigarettes could be traded for food, I spent endless days of my youth—cause it certainly wasn’t a childhood—searching the streets for them to help my and Solo’s gang survive. Ah, most of my memories there were unpleasant, but not all of them and I couldn’t stop the wistful smile that upturned my lips as I thought about all the wonderful people I met there.

“How are the others?” Heero asked softly, drawing me out of my reverie as I flicked my eyes up to where he stood not far from me.

“They’re all doin’ good. ‘Fei knows I’m here and so I’m sure Quatre and Trowa know too, though I believe they’re both currently on L1…” I trailed off, trying to remember where the other pilots were. We kept each other in the loop in case of an emergency and we needed to respond, but we weren’t in constant contact with each other. I’d count them as my best friends, but we maybe saw each other once or twice a month outside of work, “They all want you to join the Preventers, they want the old gang back together.”

Dark eyes studied me shrewdly, “Do you want that too?”

“Of course, I do,” I said as I easily met his gaze. He knew I didn’t lie, but it was always better to convey it by locking eyes with him, and damn were they such gorgeous eyes to stare into. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. The real question is do you want to be back on the same team again or not?”

“I would need more information before I could make that decision.”

I laughed mirthfully, “That’s not the Heero I remember, but I do got the official offer back at my hotel room if you wanna come with.”

He quirked a self-deprecating smile as he dropped the partially smoked cigarette to the ground and stamped it out, “Well, I’ve learned to think through my decisions more thoroughly before making them since I was younger.”

“Then here’s your next decision: You driving yourself, which I don’t recommend, or are you riding with me on the back of my bike?” I knew better than to outright tell him I thought he was too drunk to drive and if he still had that superhuman strength he was so well-known for, I wouldn’t be able to stop him without deadly force if he wanted to drive.

Heero looked over to the right where I’m assuming his car was sitting before his eyes trailed slowly back to me, “How far away is your hotel?”

“About ten minutes that way,” I jerked my thumb backward over my shoulder and pointed down the empty road before gracefully swinging one leg over the seat to straddle the sleek black motorcycle. I do love my baby, it’s amazing just how many hidden compartments one can build into a vehicle when you build it yourself and within arm’s reach, I had three handguns, a couple of flash bombs, and nearly a dozen knives hidden. I originally had a few explosives packed in as well, but then Wufei nagged that we were now law-abiding citizens and made me take them out. Well actually, it was the fact that Quatre pointed out that if I got into an accident, I would end up blowing myself and a block or two sky-high that got me to remove them, but I let Wufei think it was his nagging.

“I’ll drive with you.” His pupils dilated slightly as he stared at me on the bike, I can’t deny it makes my ass look great, and I flashed him a seductive smile as he mounted the bike behind me.

I shivered as the weight of his body settled against my back, letting me feel all those hard, corded muscles he had that only fanned my desire to touch him. I needed to get my mind out of the gutter though, we were only going back to my hotel room to discuss his possible employment with the Preventers, not to rip that shirt off of him and get reacquainted with his tongue—yeah, definitely not that… Keep your hands to yourself, Maxwell.

I slipped the keys from my pocket, allowing myself a moment of weakness to lean back into his chest until I could feel his breath tickling the stray hairs around my ear, and started the engine as I booted the kickstand up. I carefully rolled us backward, the last thing I needed was to tip us both on our asses right now, and steadied us both as I reached up to tuck my braid into my jacket so it wouldn’t whip Heero in the face. I only brought one helmet with me and so I handed it back to him without a word, he was much more likely to fall off than me considering the number of shots he had and I was certain I’d never hear the end of it if I returned with a banged-up Heero in tow. I started when I felt his calloused fingertips brush over the back of my hand and cleared my throat as Heero shifted in the seat.

“Hang on tight,” I said as I revved the engine and turned the wheel westward towards my hotel as a steely grip settled on my hips, “I like to go fast.”

By the time we made it back to the hotel, I think Heero was much more sober.

So it was ten minutes away because I was traveling a hundred-and-twenty miles an hour, I even went a little slower just to make sure Heero wouldn’t vomit in my helmet! I thought about slowing it down even more just because his arms around my waist felt too damn good, but I knew Heero was probably counting the minutes in his head and would point out if it took us longer than I said.

Heero released the gable grip he had around me, he had quickly switched from my hips to my waist somewhere between the first thirty seconds and minute of the ride, and slid off the seat silently. The gravel crunched beneath his feet as he pulled the helmet off his head and handed it to me, his eyes less glassy than before as he eyed the hotel I was rooming in. Okay, so hotel was a bit of a stretch, it was more of a motel made of dilapidated single cabins that probably had been cute and very popular in its heyday, but now it was a mostly forgotten hostel on the side of the road.

“I know it ain’t much, but it’s secure,” I said, cutting the engine and hopping off my bike, “and clean.”

“Hn.”

I could tell just by his tone he didn’t fully believe me, but hey, it was the best I could do considering the short notice I was sent out to find him. It was either this place or another hotel almost an hour away, but it was run by a little old lady who kept five of the original forty cabins clean and went home herself after ten at night. I was the only patron at the moment and I wasn’t planning on staying for more than one night—I was going back home tomorrow regardless of what Heero’s answer was, it was just a matter of if I was going back with him or not. “Come on, Yuy, we’re over here.”

Sheesh, it’s not like we haven’t stayed in riskier or worse areas than this before. Burnt out houses, forgotten ruins, safe houses, in back alleys behind the dumpster—oh wait, maybe that last one was just me—but my point still stands, it’s not like this was the worst place we’d ever had to hunker down in. Hell, it was fucking fantastic to some of the places I stayed in as a kid, but maybe Heero just got a little too used to living in that grand palace and having everything squeaky clean. Maybe her prissiness had rubbed off on him and he can’t rough it anymore, but you can’t tell me that five years of highfalutin living was enough to erase the years of intense, grueling training Dr. J put him through. Hell, five lifetimes wouldn’t be enough to erase it from me and I know Heero’s training was even more extreme than mine.

I pulled the chip card from my back pocket and slid it across the reader, listening for the soft click that indicated the door unlocked before pushing the door open. My hand moved to rest on the butt of my handgun out of habit as I flipped the lights on and swept the one-bedroom cabin for any signs of an intruder. I heard the soft click of the safety being removed and glanced over my shoulder to see Heero holding a Glock that I hadn’t picked up on him carrying at the bar. A half-smile pulled at my lips as I felt a comforting sense of familiarity to know he was guarding my back once again. Even though I had worked with a multitude of partners over the years with the Preventers, I never really felt relaxed unless I was teamed up with one of the other Gundam pilots.

We had bled together, sweated together, and killed together through war, which created a bond stronger than blood itself. When the four of us joined the Preventers while Heero joined the private sector for Relena, it was hard on us all because we felt fragmented in a way that we hadn’t before even though we were all on our own missions for much of the war. It didn’t help that the Preventers were made up of allies and enemies, figuring out how to work with someone who you had been actively trying to kill (and who had been actively trying to kill me) wasn’t easy and it was still unnerving when I had to work with someone who had ties with Oz. But there weren’t any other people I would trust more than the other pilots, and yes, that included Heero even though we hadn’t seen each other in so long. No matter how many years passed, we worked together like a well-oiled machine and fell back into a natural camaraderie that put me at ease.

Heero signaled to me that he’d check the left side while I checked the right and I nodded, the two of us sweeping the whole of the cabin in less than two minutes—it really wasn’t a big place at all. There was a small foyer with a coat closet on the left as soon as you walked in that opened up to a single room with a large queen-sized bed, a desk, a dresser, and a television mounted on the wall. To the right was a tiny kitchen that consisted of a mini-fridge, a sink, a hotplate, and a coffee machine that looked like it hadn’t been used in the past twenty years. And beyond that was the cramped little bathroom that was just big enough for a toilet and a shower that was only separated by a plastic yellowing shower curtain, but it worked well enough for what I needed.

I sighed as I released the hold on my gun and moved to lock the deadbolt now that we knew we didn’t need to make a quick exit from the room. I leaned my back against the door and crossed my arms over my chest as I watched Heero click the safety back on his gun and set the Glock down on the desk. “Does it meet your standards?” I asked with a slight drawl that hinted at my sarcasm.

“Hn.”

“God,” I rolled my eyes as I scowled at him, “I thought I’d have missed your grunted answers, but you’ve proven me wrong.”

“What do you want me to say then?” Heero asked, scowling right back at me with a much more menacing aura, but I ain’t called Shinigami for nothing and I wasn’t quite that easy to scare. I wanted him to say a whole lot of shit, I wanted to shove him against the nearest wall and make him say point-blank whether he liked me or not, but that’s not what I was there for and so I kept those thoughts to myself.

I pushed away from the door and stalked towards the desk, never breaking eye contact as I yanked the lower drawer open and pulled out the envelope I had stored there to shove into his chest, “Whatever the hell you want to, Yuy,” I muttered and then threw myself on the bed, “Just read that and make a decision.”

He didn’t respond, but I heard the rattle of the chair being pulled out and the envelope being torn open, so I knew he was doing what I told him to. I’d like to say I was being mature, but I knew I wasn’t and that Heero’s quiet rejection stung deeper than I wanted to admit. Everyone knew that if I really didn’t want to go to Heero, I wouldn’t have done it no matter what the Commander said, but there was that little glimmer of hope that had refused to die no matter how much time had passed by. That hope that Heero would reciprocate my feelings, that he’d be interested in more than a work relationship and want us to maybe explore those kindled emotions from when we were teens.

I shouldn’t have opened with that though, but damn, the words just slipped out before I could stop them. I should’ve realized it when Heero didn’t actually say he was interested, but he had looked… relieved, hell, I could even say happy, when I made it known that my intentions weren’t only to recruit him for the Preventers. I thought he had been responding to my advances, but I guess I read too much into it and maybe he was just seeking friendship. He always had been a little difficult to read, the first time we kissed had been a moment filled with adrenaline and fucking amazement that we survived and I had grabbed that scrawny-assed brunet teen and smashed our lips together for only a few seconds before I let him go.

The second time, Heero had initiated it when we were hiding out in a school as roommates. He was leaving that night for a mission and had yanked me forward, kissed me soundly, and was out the door before I could even process what had happened. That had been followed by a few more surprise kisses from the both of us before they became hesitant, sloppy ones as we fumbled through our feelings—or at least my feelings. From the sound of it, I was the only one actually feeling anything still or maybe I was the only one feeling anything then too. It’s certainly possible for two teens with serious problems, no parental guidance, and fucked up childhoods to be confused and questioning their sexuality. And it wouldn’t be out of the realm of possibility that Heero discovered after the war that his proclivities ran straight rather than bent.

It certainly would explain why he ran straight to Relena as soon as she called, maybe he hadn’t been fired because he wasn’t romantically interested in her.

“What really happened between you and Relena?” I asked as I stared up at the white-painted ceiling. It was boring, there was nothing for me to count and keep my mind occupied from the object of my desires sitting only a couple of feet from me.

Papers rustled as Heero sat them down on the desk, the chair creaking quietly telling me that he had stood up, and my vision was suddenly full of the most intense blue I’ve ever seen peeking through the fringe of bangs he had never gotten rid of. Damn, his cheekbones were sharper than before and it just gave him a mature, ruggedly handsome look that I definitely liked. “Nothing happened between us.”

I scoffed, rolling my eyes as I gave him a dour look, “If nothing happened, then why did she fire you?”

He pressed his lips into a thin line, annoyance flickering through his eyes and blew a frustrated breath into my face hard enough that I could pick up the hints of whiskey still on it, “She fired me precisely because nothing happened between us. She finally tired of ignoring my refusals and trying to form a romantic relationship and told me to leave the premise.”

“Wait, what?” I sat up so quickly that only Heero’s quick reflexes that still responded despite the alcohol in his system kept us from banging our heads together. “We were right about that?”

Heero crossed his arms over his chest and scowled at me as I rolled onto my knees to stare at him slack-jawed, “I respect Relena, I’ll protect her when she needs it, but I don’t want to kiss her.”

I licked my lips, the air feeling so charged that I could practically see electricity crackling before my eyes, “Who do you wanna kiss then?”

His eyes flicked down to my mouth before meeting my eyes again, “You.”

He always had been blunt and straightforward, something I appreciated very much about the man, but it still shocked me to hear him saying it ‘cause I had just convinced myself that all he wanted from me was friendship. “Me,” I echoed, somewhere stuck between a statement and a question as I slowly slid off the bed so we could stand face-to-face, “as in Duo Maxwell.”

“There isn’t another you,” he asked with a rumbling baritone, his eyes crinkling with amusement, “is there?”

“Hell no, there isn’t!” I laughed, my heart feeling infinitely lighter to the point it probably would’ve flown away if it wasn’t caged within my body. “I broke the mold and no matter how fond Dr. G was of me, he also couldn’t wait to get me out of his hair, so he definitely wouldn’t make a clone of me. Troublemaker is one of my innate characteristics.”

There was almost no warning before Heero was stepping forward and pressing his lips to mine, canting his head so we wouldn’t bump noses. I reflexively lifted my hands to set them against his chest before they became trapped between our bodies, his chapped lips gently moving against mine in a way that told me just how much experience Heero had with kissing—which seemed to be pretty much zilch. I mean, at twenty-one years old, you’d expect to have some knowledge under your belt, but he kissed me with this diffidence that was so unlike him. It was sweet, endearing really, and yet I felt guilty at the same time.

I loved Heero, there was no doubt that my heart belonged to him and had since we were fifteen, but I also thought there was no chance for us, that it was an unrequited, one-sided love on my part. And while I hadn’t gone out and slept with anyone who wanted me, I hadn’t stayed celibate either and had my fair share of girlfriends and boyfriends over the years—though to be fair, most were more like fuck-buddies than actual partners and none of them lasted very long. I never thought to wait for him because I thought he was doing the same thing with Relena, just that they both loved each other, but from the sloppy, childlike kiss I was receiving, he might not have had any other experiences other than from me years ago.

Heero started to pull away, sensing my lack of response, but I grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and yanked him back to me, this time taking the lead and kissing him. I kept it gentle still so as to not startle him and softly moved my lips against his and let my tongue flick out to lick at his mouth before I took a step back to allow him some space. His eyes were still slightly glassy and the pupils dilated, but the healthy flush on his cheeks was definitely from me and not the alcohol. I liked it, and the ravening expression on his face that quickened my pulse.

“How was that?” I asked, my voice dropping an octave with desire as I swallowed what saliva was in my mouth to wet my suddenly dry throat.

“Good.” He answered flatly much to my annoyance.

Good? Good? Who the hell is he to say that my kiss is just good? Apparently, I need to up my game because it’s lacking. “You tryin’ to play it cool, Yuy?” I slid my jacket off and threw it on the chair behind me before sliding my handgun out of the waist of my pants and setting it next to Heero’s on the desk. Oh, this was going down now, I don’t take insults from anyone—except for Wufei, but that’s only because his insults are hilarious.

He watched me closely, those dark cobalt eyes taking in my every move as I unlaced my boots and removed the butterfly knives attached to each inner ankle. Hey, one can never have too many blades! Even Trowa agrees with me and that almost never happens, though Quatre won’t let him have a collection at home like I do.

I moved back towards Heero, stalking towards him with as much predatory grace as I could muster, and slid my hands up the tapered waist and across his ribs. Fuck, his body felt like solid rock beneath my fingertips and I wanted to explore every inch of skin, every crevice, that he had until I had it memorized. I never had been able to build muscle like that, not that I was weak in any way, shape, or form, but I always stayed much more lean and wiry with my hidden muscles. He inhaled sharply as I stepped close enough to share my body heat with him and I searched his face for any sign of just how comfortable he was with me, “How far do you want to take this, ‘Ro?”

His nostrils flared as I pressed a chaste kiss to his chin, my top lip catching on his bottom lip, and I let out a startled squeak as he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me tight against his body. This time when he kissed me, it was more domineering and certain than before, that careful hesitancy was gone as he mimicked my earlier kiss and licked at my lips. I opened my mouth to him, groaning as his other hand tangled in my hair just beneath my braid, and pressed forward as I enticed his tongue to play with mine.

Heero held me tighter, almost to the point of pain, and I swear I could hear my back whimpering as he mapped out every tooth I had in my mouth between stroking my tongue with his own. It was still a sloppy kiss that tasted of whiskey, it lacked the finesse that came with practice, but it was rough and fervid and genuine, everything that I could ask for at that moment. Five years was way too damn long to not kiss him and even though our bodies had changed, we still fit together so well that it made me want to declare corny lines that we were made for each other.

He took a shuffling step forward, pushing me back until we fell together onto the bed with him between my spread legs. The movement broke our kiss and pressed our hips together, letting me feel the other hard part of his body that was pushing into my own rising erection and I had to bite back asking him if was carrying a gun between his legs as he rocked against me. “Slow down there, cowboy,” I chuckled huskily, reaching up to brush his bangs out of his hooded eyes as I grinned up at him, “we got all night.”

“I…” he averted his gaze, a soft flush of embarrassment spreading across his cheeks and I quickly understood what he was trying to say.

“You’ve never had sex with a man before.”

“I’ve never had sex at all,” Heero admitted, catching me off guard for the second time that night. I knew he couldn’t kiss, but I didn’t expect him to still be a virgin after all this time. I knew a couple people who refused to kiss for one-night stands and such, so I just assumed that he had that same hard line.

I bucked my hips and rolled us onto our sides so we weren’t in such a provocative position, “Sounds like we need to have a conversation then.”

“Hn.”

“If you don’t want to go all the way tonight, we don’t have to, ‘Ro. We got caught up in seeing each other again and in the spontaneity of the moment,” I tried to keep the disappointment out of my voice, I had gone five years without seeing him, I could wait a little longer as long as he didn’t regret anything in the morning. I pressed my knee into his groin, feeling the shiver that ran through his body as I massaged him through his jeans, “But there’s other things we can do right now to at least relieve this.”

He scowled at me, his displeasure at that option quite clear, “I want to have sex with you tonight.”

My brows rose in surprise and I removed my hand to place it back at his hip, “Do you know how?”

“I’ve studied it,” Heero answered stiffly, “and I’ve watched a few videos on it.”

“Wait a minute, you watched porn?” He glanced away, his flush only becoming darker and spreading towards his ears as I laughed raucously, “Shit, that’s rich right there!”

“Why?”

“Well…ya’know, you just don’t seem like the porn kind of guy,” I shrugged, this really wasn’t the conversation I wanted to have right now. “I thought you’d be up there with Wufei and his whole honor thing since that’s ‘objectifying people for your own self-pleasure’ or whatever.”

“It was for instructional purposes only,” he said impassively as if reading from a manual.  

I cocked a brow, “So it didn’t turn you on?” He didn’t answer me, but the flush on his cheeks darkened another shade and damn, it made him look adorable. He saw the worst of people during the war, we had killed people in cold blood, escaped death dozens of times and done whatever was necessary to win the war, and he had done it all without so much as a flinch, but talking about porn made him blush. “Ah, it did turn you on,” I grinned, sliding my knee along the zipper of his jeans and the hard erection there, “did you fantasize about it? Did you fantasize about us fucking?”

He locked gazes with me, the hungering desire lying beneath that hardened stoicism causing me to blush, “Yes.”

“Yeah?” I asked, slightly breathless as I slipped my fingers beneath his shirt, “Were you fucking me, or was I fucking you?”

I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, “Both.”

My lids fell seductively lower as I moved closer until our lips were just a breadth apart, my voice rasping, “You think you’re a switch? That’s good ‘cause I am too.” I open mouth kissed him as I slid my one hand higher up his abdomen. “This is all up to you, ‘Ro, how far we go tonight or who tops, I’m good with everything if it’s with you.”

He fell silent, his breaths loud and heavy to my ears as he seemed to contemplate what I had said and what he wanted to do. I continued to tease his skin with my fingertips, feeling the rippling of his muscles beneath them, and waited patiently for him to make a decision. If there was a chance we could be more than work partners, then I wasn’t going to ruin it by rushing things now. If he came to regret it in the morning, it would probably shatter my heart even if I’d brush it off like it was no big deal.

Only Quatre knew the extent that not having Heero in my life had on me, though I’m certain the other pilots had a fairly good idea considering I hadn’t moved for three years from the shitty, studio apartment I had been living in. I could live without him, I had already proven that, but I would much rather not. It was the difference between living life in muted colors and seeing the vibrancy of every possible color there was, Heero added color to my life and without him in it, everything was just gray. Quatre could sense the loneliness I covered with a jokester grin and he could read my emotions whenever he told me how Heero was doing, there was no doubt I loved the man more than anyone else—even more than Solo and Sister Helen.

“I don’t have any experience,” Heero murmured softly, uncertainty in his tone as he shifted on the bed, “I can’t guarantee my self-control if I top.”

I snickered, “Self-control? You seemed to have plenty of that during the war, we never went further than some heated kisses and you even left me that one time with a raging hard-on when a mission suddenly came in.”

“That was then, I don’t have to exert that much control anymore and you’re…very attractive.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, Yuy.” I ribbed, kissing him again as I used my free hand to fiddle with the button of his jeans until I got it undone. “You want me to lead this time,” I couldn’t deny just how excited that made me, I had fantasized endlessly about making love to Heero and the way his face would contort with pleasure. “You’re sure about this?”

“Yes.”

There was no hesitation in his answer and I didn’t realize just how nervous I was until I felt the knot in my stomach relax. Heero wanted this just as much as I did and that he was entrusting his body to me only spoke of how much trust he had in me even after five years. I felt the same way though, I would’ve trusted Heero with everything even if we had met thirty years later, that bond we forged through blood and sweat wasn’t one that could ever be broken. “Well, firstly,” I crooned sinfully, “we’re both rather overdressed.”

“We can fix that,” Heero said as he rolled onto his back and sat up just enough to pull the t-shirt off his body and hot damn! Why the hell was he hiding that body beneath a baggy shirt? I had felt his muscles, but seeing his flawlessly ripped abs, those powerful biceps, and well-defined pectorals that caused his dusky nipples to pop out made me want to throw him down on the bed and have my wicked way with him. There were a few scars on his body and a couple I recognized from specific battles, but it didn’t detract from the allure he naturally exuded. And no one else had touched him, fucking hell, that was a turn-on I didn’t even know I had, knowing that I would be the first person Heero had sex with was making all my blood run a little too quickly southward.

“Yeah,” I slowly answered, my mind really not with my mouth as I watched him wriggle his jeans off, “we can do that.”

I watched as he dropped his jeans to the floor to stand before me completely nude and I would’ve made a crack about him still having that habit of going commando if I wasn’t so enraptured with seeing his naked body. He had certainly filled out, in more than one area, and I hungrily ran my eyes down every inch of bronzed skin I could see. He still had those slim hips though, but his thigh muscles had certainly developed from skinny little sticks to corded sinew that had only been honed through strenuous activity.

It was quite obvious that Heero hadn’t cut back on his physical training and I was certainly thankful for it because he looked like goddamned Adonis standing before me. I audibly swallowed as I pushed myself upright, my eyes following down the almost non-existent happy trail beneath his belly button to the impressive erection hanging heavily between his legs. I mean, I had felt it through his jeans so I knew he was packing, but getting to see it up close had me licking my suddenly chapped lips. Though I hadn’t expected that Heero would be completely shaven there, but there wasn’t even a small thatch of pubic hair, just smooth skin around his groin and scrotum. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Heero,” I said in awe as I reached out to touch him, my fingers grazing over his hipbones.

Heero didn’t respond vocally, but as I pressed a kiss against his stomach just below his belly button, I felt his cock twitch against my neck and his soft sharp inhale. I tilted my head to look up the length of his body, allowing my tongue to teasingly slide against his abs, and was met with lust-filled cobalt that had been partially swallowed up by his pupils. Oh, he definitely liked the show and while I was tempted to move lower until I could lave my tongue along that shaft poking at me, I wanted to kiss his lips again first.

I pulled him closer, stretching my body as I kissed a trail up his torso and reveling in his reactions as I ran my hands up his back. His muscles flinched with anticipation every time my lips brushed against his skin, the heat of his body burning hotter as I let my fingers tease over his spine so slowly I could feel each separate vertebra. I canted my head to smirk up at him as I hugged him closer, forcing Heero to spread his legs and straddle my waist and placing my head eye-level with his chest. Well, force really wasn’t the proper word ‘cause we both knew that if Heero didn’t want to, I couldn’t have made him move an inch, but I loved that he was willing to go along with my directives.

He gingerly knelt on the bed so that our bodies were pressed together, hesitantly grabbing onto my shoulders as he stared down at me with that ravenous gleam in his eyes that had my blood boiling. So damn gorgeous, I certainly understood why Relena was so obsessed with him, I was too, but the difference between us was that I had tried to respect his wishes and his choices while she had chased him all over the world—and beyond. Though from the looks of things, we had just wasted five years that we could’ve been together because we were both trying to respect the other, but I had no issue with making up the lost time.

I licked at his nipple, testing out his sensitivity as I gently ran the tip of my tongue around it before teasingly flicking my tongue over the hardening nub. Heero didn’t make a sound, but he gripped my shoulders tighter as I lipped at the nipple and allowed my teeth to graze over it. Heero never had been much of a talker, that was more my forte, but I wanted to hear him moan, I wanted to hear his groans as he contorted with pleasure, and see him come undone by my touch. I wanted to flip us over and pin him to the bed and ravage him with how hard my dick was in my pants, but I wasn’t certain what Heero’s limits were or what might trigger a defensive reaction, so I refused that desire—slow and steady wins the race, right?

Instead, I sucked at his nipple as I allowed my hands to slide down, worrying over it with my teeth and tongue until I could feel Heero flinch with every flick of my tongue. I caressed the swell of his ass, feeling the firm glute muscles, and let my fingers tease along his cleft with a ghosting touch. Heero jumped as my fingertips brushed against his hole and I released his right nipple to press kisses across his sternum until I could suck on the left. Nails dug into my shoulders and I could feel Heero’s heart beating loudly against his chest as he let out breathy little pants between his parted lips.

I laved the rough part of my tongue over his nipple before biting down on it, feeling the tremble run through his body as I pulled his cheeks apart and let my fingers circle around his rim. He jerked again, gasping quietly as his movement caused his nipple to get yanked between my teeth. I chuckled as Heero flushed with embarrassment and turned his head away, but I only lapped at the reddened nipple that had to be sore now.

“You’re sensitive,” I crooned as I let my fingers ghost over his rim again, teasing it gently so as to not scare Heero off, “I like that.”

Heero shuddered against me, his thumb brushing softly along my clavicle with that same hesitancy that he had grabbed my shoulders with. It made me pause and try to gauge whether he was uncomfortable with what we were doing or just shy. He was still hard, so I knew at least I wasn’t doing something he disliked, but a little more communication would be nice, ya’know? It doesn’t even have to be verbal, but something that told me he was enjoying it would be greatly appreciated…

The heat reflected in his eyes was still just as searing as before, but there was an uncertainty in them as well. I set my chin against his sternum with a slightly crooked smile, trying to read the stoic expression on his face as apprehension cooled my lust, “You are liking this…right, ‘Ro?”

He looked startled by the question, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed, and then nodded curtly, “I am.” His voice was soft, almost inflectionless, but it was deeper than usual with a slight husk to it that wasn’t there before.

“Then why are you holding back?” I slid my hands up to his hips, holding him steady as Heero frowned down at me. “I wanna hear what feels good for you, and what doesn’t. I don’t want to be the only one feeling good here.”

“Are you?”

My lips twitched into a wider smile as Heero pushed my shoulders back so that I was falling back into the bed and bringing him with me, “Hell yeah, I am.” His legs slid wider so that he was sitting in my lap as his hands fell on either side of my head, and I bucked my hips up just so he could feel how excited I was, “You feel that? It’s like that ‘cause of you.”

I finally got my wish to kiss his lips again as he bent down and pressed our mouths together, the kiss this time hungry and rough as he pried my mouth open with his tongue. He was still stiff with it, kissing me more mechanically than with the fluidity that came with experience, but he was definitely finding his rhythm and I groaned against his lips. Heero always had been a fast learner and he certainly knew how to take initiative, and I had no problem being along for the ride. He still tasted of whiskey with its sweet-oaky flavor, but I could catch just a faint hint of nicotine that clung to his tongue as he slid it against my own.

I silently cursed that I hadn’t undressed earlier when Heero was doing the same; I was really regretting that lapse of judgment right now when I had a naked Heero in my lap and in my arms, but couldn’t feel all of that skin against my own. My dick was so hard I swear it was about to bust through the zipper, my braid was caught behind my back and making it a little hard to move my head as I wanted to, and my shirt was just all sorts of uncomfortable with how it awkwardly pulled at my shoulders, but I didn’t want Heero to stop kissing me. What kind of hellish predicament was this that I had to choose right now?

Or, maybe I didn’t have to choose…

I returned the kiss with equal fervor, exploring all of Heero’s mouth I could reach and teasing his tongue with my own, and did my best to slip my hands between our bodies to unzip my pants. I moaned as Heero sucked at my tongue, his hips gyrating and rubbing his cock against the rough denim of my jeans. I really needed these damned things off before I came in them, that would be rather embarrassing, but just knowing that I was kissing Heero, that I was touching Heero and he was doing the same was enough to have me leaking like a sex-starved teenager.

“Fuck, ‘Ro,” I gasped as he suddenly broke the kiss to mouth at my neck, his teeth scraping against my jugular and making my pulse race. How the hell did he know that was a weak spot of mine? “I like that, a lot.” I shivered as he closed his lips around my skin and hesitantly sucked at it, the innocence in the movement almost enough to make me laugh. It was cute the way he flicked his tongue against my skin, sucking softly as if he was afraid of hurting me, but if he was trying to leave a hickey on me, he was going to have to suck a lot harder than this.

He jumped as my wrists brushed against his inner thighs and he pulled away with a frown, “What are you doing?”

“Tryin’ to undress,” I answered sheepishly as I fumbled to get the button undone. His eyes slowly trailed down my body to where I was working on pulling the zipper over my straining erection, but damn if my dick wasn’t getting in the way. Feeling the intensity of his gaze wasn’t helping either because all it was doing was turning me on even more when I already thought I couldn’t get any harder.

Hands timidly slid across my abdomen where my shirt had slightly ridden up and I froze with my zipper half down as Heero ghosted his fingers around my belly button. His expression was stolid as he gradually touched me firmer, bolder than before and I let out a small moan as he trailed his fingers down to the waistband of my boxers. He was so close, so damn close, to where I really wanted to be touched right now and my cock twitched as he brushed the very tips of his fingers over it.

I groaned as his touch disappeared because whether he knew it or not, he was being a fucking tease and I was already almost to my limit. “Heero,” I grabbed his wrists, pulling his hands down lower until the palms were directly pressing against my dick, “touch me more.”

For a moment I thought he was going to jump off me from the way his entire body went rigid and I thought I overstepped, but he tentatively rubbed me through my boxers, my cock sliding between his thumb and pointer finger as he stared at the bulge with rapt attention, “Like this?”

“Any way you want to, ‘Ro,” I moaned as he curled his hand loosely around my shaft and began to massage me while he yanked my jeans more open with the other. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and did my best body roll as I yanked the damned thing off of me, throwing it somewhere behind me on the floor as Heero rubbed the head of my cock. “Ah, shit, Heero!”

“You’re wet here,” he murmured, that rough cadence rolling over me and making me shiver with anticipation of more. He slowly circled the crown, spreading the precum there, before pressing his thumb against the slit once again and eliciting another deep moan from me. It felt fucking fantastic and it took every ounce of strength in me to not grab his hands and fuck them, I wouldn’t even be disappointed if he just wanted to give me a handjob, but I think he might be since he specifically said he wanted to have sex.

I slid my hands up his thighs, enjoying the feel of hard muscles and masculinity that Heero exuded, and seductively smiled at him, “Of course I am, you’re right in front me and this time it isn’t a dream.”

Heero’s eyes flicked up to meet mine as he continued his leisurely massage, “You dream about me?”

“Yeah,” I reached for his cock with my right hand, feeling the weight of it and just how rigidly hard he was, “I dream of you often.”

He bucked into my hand with a soft sigh, “What do you dream of?”

Really, of course he’d want to talk about this now. It’s Heero. “Sometimes mundane things like cuddling on the couch, or reading together, and waking up to you in the morning,” I groaned with pleasure as he worked to get my pants down with one hand and squeezed my cock tighter with the other as he stroked it, “but other times it’s about us making love, you riding me or the other way around, or about giving you a blowjob.”

His shaft leaped at that, the vein on the underside of his dick pulsating at my words, and I grinned mischievously at him as his jaw worked silently as if uncertain of what to say to that. I really shouldn’t tease him too much, right? I mean, he was already flushed from his neck to his ears, but that soft red glow beneath his olive skin was very appealing and I was curious to know if I could make it spread to his shoulders.

“You like that idea?” I couldn’t keep the amusement or raw want out of my voice as Heero flushed a little deeper, but nodded anyway. “I’m guessing you’ve never had one or given one?” He nodded again, pressing his lips into a thin line as he looked everywhere except at me. Damn, I never imagined Heero could be so cute like this, it was simultaneously charming and arousing and in all the times I had fantasized about us together, I had never thought of him being bashful like this. “Well,” I grinned, sitting up and sliding my arms to cradle the bulk of his weight beneath his ass, “let me introduce you to the wonders of oral sex then.”

Heero was solid muscle and even with my remarkable strength, I could feel the strain as I stood up long enough to turn around and put him back down near the middle of the bed. My pants slid off my hips and pooled around my ankles and I kicked them off as I pulled my boxers off to join them on the floor while Heero scooted back, still deathly quiet as he drank in my naked body.

I shot him a Cheshire grin as I flexed my more understated muscles, but I knew I had nothing to be embarrassed about. I might not have the definition and bulk that Heero did, but my wiry frame had certainly filled out and while I had some scars now that hadn’t been there at the end of the war, I had no doubt that I was fucking hot. That’s confidence, not narcissism, though I can’t deny I can be a bit egotistical and it’s hard not to feel cocky when the person you desire the most is staring at you with a hungering rapacity.

“I thought you’d have tattoos,” he intoned as I knelt on the bed, his eyes staring at my groin with a slight uneasiness. I think we’re quite evenly matched in that department and fairly normally endowed, but for a virgin, any size is pretty intimidating. I certainly remember my first time and no matter how much I wanted it, it had still hurt—though I refused to let Heero feel that, I had since learned how to prepare my partner very well.

“I’ve got nothing against tattoos, but the Preventers have me do a lot of undercover work and tattoos are too easily recognized.” I pressed my hand beneath his knee to bring his leg up high enough for me to kiss his calf as I crawled my way up to where my prize lay hard against his stomach. “My braid is already distinguishable enough, but people can always grow their hair out and there are tricks I can do to make it look shorter or different enough. It’s a lot harder to explain away having a tattoo in the same spot as the informant that suddenly disappeared after the mob boss was arrested, but sometimes I get temps for missions.”

Those cobalt eyes practically glowed as he watched my braid slither down over my shoulder to fall on the outside of his left thigh. I was protective of my hair, it held a lot of memories and meaning to me, but Heero and the other pilots were part of those memories that were woven into my braid. He bit down on his bottom lip as I dipped my head close to his cock, my breath ghosting along the base of his shaft and balls and making him tremble with excitement. There was already precum dripping onto his stomach and I hadn’t even licked him yet, but considering his sensitivity, I knew just this little bit of teasing would have him on edge.

The rise and fall of his chest was a little quicker than normal, his hands vacillating between smoothing the sheets out and fisting them as I settled one hand between his spread thighs and held his hip with the other. I inhaled the masculine musk coming from him before licking him from the root to the tip in one long stripe, the rough side of my tongue feeling every ridge and furrow so slowly I could feel the veins pulse beneath it. The taste of sweat and musk with its earthy notes was such a distinct flavor and I savored it as I moved my tongue over the glans before licking back down.

“Duo…” he groaned softly, the muscles in his legs tautening as I teased the crease of his scrotum. Pretty sure that’s the second time he’s said my name all night and I loved the sound of it said in that rough baritone, I wanted to hear it coming from his lips a whole lot more too. He softly gasped as I sucked one testicle into my mouth, my thumb stroking along the join of his hip as I used my other thumb to press against his perineum. “H-ha!” Heero quivered as I used my tongue to swirl around the ball, sucking gently as to not cause him any pain, “That’s—” his words faltered as he moaned again and I moved to repeat the same treatment with the other testicle.

“That’s what?” I asked as I traced my tongue around the outline of his scrotum, pressing my thumb a little harder into his perineum and stimulating his prostate from the outside. I used my tongue to push the other testicle into my mouth, wrapping my lips firmly around it and sucking as I listened to Heero’s soft, panting moans. I licked the underside of his sac before using my tongue to pull the other testicle close enough that I could swallow both and rolled them around in my mouth. They were swollen and heavy in my mouth, making them all the more sensitive to my ministrations, and I could feel them pulling closer to Heero’s body in a sign that he was near orgasming.

But I didn’t want him to cum like this, so I allowed my teeth to scrape over his testicles as I released them and mouthed at the base of his cock once again, immensely enjoying every stilted gasp that I pulled from Heero. His hands were fisting the sheets fully now, his eyes closed and his mouth parted, and I used the tip of my tongue to trace the large vein on the underside of his dick. I centered my weight onto my forearm so that I could continue to massage his perineum while grabbing his erection with the other hand.

“That’s…?” I prompted again, rolling my tongue over the slit and collecting the slightly bitter spend there before engulfing the head of his cock.

Heero inhaled gaspingly, a hand shooting up to find purchase in my hair as he opened his eyes to stare ardently at me as I gradually slid lower until half his length was in my mouth, “T-that’s good,” he murmured, curling strands of my hair around his fingers, “amazing.”

I grinned even with a hard dick in my mouth, tonguing at the underside as I bobbed my head and gradually took a little more each time. My spit mixed with his precum as I stroked the bottom half of his cock and slickened it with our fluids, trying to ignore how hard my own dick was from just sucking him off like this. But I couldn’t cum yet, not when there was so much more to enjoy and discover together. This right now was just as much about enjoying our time together as it was about relaxing his muscles enough to make stretching him easier, it helped that this was another thing I had fantasized so much about that I couldn’t pass up the chance to make it a reality.

I relaxed my jaw and almost groaned when I felt the crown of his cock press against the back of my throat. Just feeling the hot, velvety shaft in my mouth and the taste of his cum rolling across my tongue had me wanting to fist my own erection until I ejaculated all over his thighs, the thought alone had me humming as I tried to take him down to the hilt. My jaw ached from how wide I was forcing my mouth open, but I swallowed around him and inched the last bit into my throat before my lips touched his pubic bone, effectively cutting off my air.

“Duo, w-wait,” Heero said, panic and pleasure coloring his words as he yanked at my hair, “I’m going to orgasm!” I swallowed again, tightening my throat and refusing to budge as Heero’s body shook, his hips jerking as he tried to fight against the inevitable. I locked gazes with him, trying to convey I wanted this, and worked my jaw to devour all of him as his cock swelled and his nails scratched into my scalp. “Duo!” He let out a guttural moan as his body convulsed, panting gasps filling the room as he came down my throat and I did my best to drink it all before moving back so that I could breathe again.

I sucked and lapped at his dick, pungent remnants of semen dripping onto my tongue as I laved the head before swirling my tongue around it. Heero was breathing heavily, moans punctuating his insensated state as his fingers loosened from my hair and he threw one arm over his face and I knew he was floating in that post-orgasmic haze. I swallowed the remaining bitterness in my mouth as his cock fell from my mouth to lie spent against his hip and rocked back to sit upright on my heels as I gave him time to recover. It wasn’t easy though, let me tell you! My own dick felt ready to burst and my balls were aching to cum, a glance down at it revealed the head turning a lovely plum color that did not suit me in the least as precum dribbled steadily from it, but I could wait.

I could. Really.

A hand suddenly grabbed my dick and I hissed as my body couldn’t decide if it was pleasurable or painful. Heero’s hand disappeared as quickly as it had appeared and I blindly reached for him because the last thing I wanted was for him to think I didn’t want his touch, I was just so damned hard that it had become overly sensitive, but I didn’t want to cum like this. “Come back here,” I commanded roughly, my voice rasping with unfettered desire as I grabbed his wrist and pulled him back towards me. “You didn’t hurt me, ‘Ro.”

“Hn.” He looked away from me, a frown marring his features as he glared at the far wall.

I gently placed his hand back on my erection, keeping the first biting torment to myself before moaning as the building pressure slightly decreased. He rubbed his thumb experimentally along the underside of my cock and I shivered as pleasurable frissons ran up my spine. “Feels so good,” I huffed as my eyes slipped closed and I let him move his hand however he wanted, groaning with wonton desire as he experimentally stroked me. I almost orgasmed when he pressed his thumb into the frenulum, gasping as he moved the pad of his thumb in small circles while his fingers massaged my shaft, and I planted my splayed hands behind me so I could gently thrust into his hand.

I couldn’t wait, nope, I’ve changed my mind. I want to have sex with Heero, but just feeling him stroking my dick was more than enough to make me cum.

“Just like that,” I urged him as he began pumping my cock, my breaths becoming stilted and heaving as that familiar knot tightened in my lower abdomen embarrassingly fast, “so fucking good, I’m gonna cum, ‘Ro.” He immediately released my cock just before I reached that precipice and I whined at the sudden deprivation as my whole body shuddered, ejaculating without actually climaxing. “Fuck, Heero,” I grabbed his forearm, my cum covering his hand, and looked up into dark cobalt filled with carnality, “where the hell did you learn to edge?”

Heero canted his head, “Edge?”

“You don’t even know what you did.” I sagged as the slight muscle tremors in my thighs and abdomen evened out, “Holy shit, that was fucking intense.” I had played around with edging a few times before and while certainly a pleasurable experience, it had nothing on Heero inadvertently doing it to me. It made me wonder just how good it would be if he was doing it with intent and dragged it out for a few hours, just the thought was euphoric and certainly something I wanted to pursue—just not right now.

“Is that bad?” He asked, almost timidly as he awkwardly stared at the cum on his hand before just wiping it on the bedspread.

“It ain’t bad at all,” I said as I reached out to flick a nipple, garnering me a dark glare, but at least he was looking at me again. “I want to do that again, it feels amazing, ‘Ro, maybe you’ll let me do it to you too.” I rapaciously smiled, feeling that visceral pull between us as I gutturally crooned, “I can show you just how pleasurable it is to be edged and not cum for hours.”

Curiosity and interest flitted through his eyes and a small smile cracked his lips, “Hn.”

My smile sharpened, “You can play coy all you want, Yuy, but I’m catching on to what you like and I can promise you that you’ll never leave unsatisfied.”

“You’re quite confident, Maxwell.” He lifted a brow with skepticism.

“You have no idea,” I chortled as his gaze wandered down to my still hard cock, “I can show you right now, so how about we move on to the main event.”

He snorted mirthfully, “The main event?”

“Yeah, all we need is lube and con—” I stopped, silently cursing myself in my head as I groaned, “Condoms, I don’t have any condoms.”

“I know I’m clean, as long as you are…” he paused, waiting for me to nod that I most certainly am clean, and shrugged at my affirmative. “Then I don’t care about the condoms, but you have lube?”

I slipped from the bed to rummage through my overnight bag where I stashed my trusty bottle of liquid lubrication and held up the half-used bottle to Heero, “Never leave home without it.”

He gave me a flat look and I could see the wheels turning in his head, “Why do you carry lube with you?”

“Get your mind out of the gutter, ‘Ro, it’s not just for sex,” I grinned as I shook the bottle gently, “this is the real shit right here. All the gadgets we get from the Preventers and good ol’ lube has saved my ass more times than the millions of dollars they have spent on all their spy tools have. I’ve used this to get out of handcuffs, to get parts that had frozen to work, to unjam a gun in a pinch, and it helps slick back flyaways,” I ran my fingers over the side of my head where a few wisps of hairs stuck out.

“I thought you’d just pick the handcuffs open.”

I wrinkled my nose, “Well, when they came out with those new fandangled electronic ones, using a lockpick isn’t as easy as it was. But if I can reach the lube, I can get my hands all slick and slide right out of them with a little bit of pain and a quick thumb dislocation. I can still pick them open,” I clarified, ‘cause I’m not gonna let him think my skills have gone rusty, “but it takes a lot longer than just using the lube.”

“Hn.”

“Trust me, Heero, the only person I’ve used this bottle on has been myself and you know I don’t lie.” I didn’t like how this was spoiling the mood and while he nodded, he looked conflicted as I moved back towards the bed, it dipping beneath my weight as I levered onto it. “We don’t need to go any further, ‘Ro, I told you before and I meant it—whatever you want, however far you want.”

He clenched his jaw, thinning his lips as his nostrils flared with a deep exhale, “Have you done this a lot?”

“I’m not a virgin,” I answered bluntly as I set the bottle down on the bedspread, “I messed around with men and women, but nothing ever lasted ‘cause my heart had already been given away.” He glanced at me through his lashes, processing my words, but keeping his expression carefully blank as I continued, “I can’t give you an exact count if that’s what you’re lookin’ for, but it’s been over a year since I last had sex.”

It sounded trite to say I was seeking pleasure as a way to drown my broken heart, but there had been some validity to that. I had been pretty reckless after Heero went with Relena and moved through a string of people that I hooked up with at various nightclubs, but that ended after a few months. Normally, I’d go nine to twelve months before seeking out someone to just share body heat and a moment of ecstasy with, but I hadn’t tried dating anyone seriously after the third failed attempt. I had come to understand by that point that I wasn’t going to get over Heero and it was useless to even try to date someone when I was still tied to the handsome Wing pilot.

“Does that make you uncomfortable?” He shook his head and I let out a breath I wasn’t even aware I was holding. “Okay, are you disappointed?”

“No,” he snapped, raking back his hair only to have his fingers tangle in that unmanageable mop on his head. “I don’t like the idea of others touching you though.”

I didn’t even try to stop the wide smile from appearing as I surged forward to bodily press Heero down into the mattress, “You’re jealous?”

Heero narrowed his eyes, “And you’re pleased about that.”

“Who said I’m pleased?” I asked, playing innocent as my hands wandered down his body and I kissed at his neck in a very sinful way.  

“You’re not denying it,” he said, groaning softly as I nipped at his jugular and rocked my hips into his. My erection had flagged slightly, but that was quickly remedied as I continued to grind against him.

I groped for the lube as I laved my tongue across his pulse while my other hand plucked at his hard nipple, eliciting a punctuated gasp from Heero. “That’s ‘cause I can’t,” I murmured as I found the lube, “I had been jealous of Relena for the past five years.”

“No mentioning her or anyone else when you’re with me,” Heero growled possessively, his hand wrapping around the tail-end of my braid as if he were leashing me—and I wasn’t really opposed to that either.

“Yes, sir.” I mock saluted with the lube in my hand before uncapping it and one-handedly maneuvering it so I could pour some of the slick into the same hand. Cupping the lube in the palm of my hand, I used my thumb to snap the lid closed and dropped it back to the bed; yeah, I might have done this on more than one occasion. “Can I?”

He nodded, watching as I pulled away to cover my fingers with the lube as I braced my weight on my left arm. I brushed my knuckles over his scrotum, chortling at the way he flinched, and let my fingers slide across his perineum before pressing them further back until I felt the ridged edge of his rim. Heero immediately tensed up as I let my fingers circle around it and I allowed my thumb to softly press against his hole, but I didn’t even try to push it in.

I leaned down to kiss at his taut stomach before looking up the length of his body as my fingers continued to dance around the outer edge of his rim, rubbing and teasing, but remaining firmly outside. “Try to relax,” I murmured, leisurely licking and kissing a trail up his body, “I’ll make you feel good, ‘Ro.”

He swallowed but minutely spread his legs further apart as he forced his muscles to relax, “Then distract me.”

I grinned impishly before roughly biting his nipple, my thumb once more pressing against his rim and feeling it give just slightly. I moved my hand back, using my pointer finger to play with his hole while I massaged his perineum with my thumb so I could feel every muscle twitch he had. His dick was starting to harden again and I carefully pushed my finger in to the first knuckle.

Heero gasped at the sudden intrusion, his muscles clamping down around my finger immediately, and I swirled my tongue around his nipple to do my best to distract him as he ordered me to do. I knew I had to take this part slowly so that I wouldn’t hurt him, but damn it was my cock so fucking hard again that it was distracting me! I just wanted to sink myself into this tight heat and fuck him senseless, but I reminded myself that this was about Heero right now and I was going to give him a mind-blowing first time.

I gently plunged my finger in and out, sliding it deeper as Heero quietly panted, and pulled at his nipple with my teeth. He moaned as he fisted my hair and experimentally squeezed around my finger before relaxing enough that I could slide my finger completely inside of his ass. His rim adjusted to my finger much faster than I was expecting and I crooked my finger to stroke his inner walls, Heero shuddering as his length hardened even more. I laved my tongue over his nipple once more before I pulled back, my middle finger prodding at his rim to see if I could slide another inside. “Do you ever play with your ass?”

Heero stilled for only a beat, caught off guard by the question before he noncommittally “hn’d” at me, but he wouldn’t meet my eyes as his cheeks burned red.

“That’s fucking hot,” I whispered libidinously, thinking about him playing with his ass himself and filling it with his fingers or with a toy had me pressing a second finger inside him a little roughly. I thought his rim seemed to soften rather quickly for someone so inexperienced, but I certainly wasn’t about to complain as I stretched him further open. “Did you use your fingers, Heero?”

He moaned, his hips canting as I thrust both fingers in and out, “Yes.”

“How many fingers?” I curled my fingers, feeling along his walls until I found his prostate, the slightly raised, bumpy protrusion not as far back as I thought it would be. Usually the prostate was located a little further inside than this, but that only meant I could easily pleasure him instead of only being able to reach it with my dick or a toy.

“T-three,” Heero gasped as I pressed into his prostate from the inside and outside simultaneously. He writhed at the intense pleasure that stimulating the prostate brings, his hands grabbing at me wherever they could find purchase as his eyes slid closed and he panted with need. His cock was fully erect now and lying flat against his stomach, his moans and gasps a sonorous mix to my ears.

I scissored my fingers, stretching the tight ring as far as I could and watching closely for any signs of pain, but Heero’s face was only filled with euphoric pleasure, “Oh, you can take three, huh?” I slipped my ring finger in, feeling the muscle strain to accept all three, and Heero grimaced with a slightly uncomfortable grunt. “You doin’ okay, ‘Ro?”

He cracked one eye open to look at me, his pupil blown so wide with pleasure that his eyes were practically black, “Yes, just…feel full.”

“No pain?”

“I’m not that easily hurt, Maxwell.”

“We seem to be going backwards here, you were calling me Duo,” I thrust my fingers in as far as I could get them and spread them wide as Heero arched his back with a loud gasp, “and now you’re calling me Maxwell.” I only pushed him just to the point where the muscles marginally spasmed and then brought my fingers back together to move and in out again. I made certain that I brushed over his prostate in a random pattern, enjoying watching every jolt that went through his body every time I touched it, and continued to stretch him as Heero contorted on the bed. “You ever use a toy, Heero?”

His skin was pricked with sweat from all my teasing, his face flushed from delectation instead of embarrassment, and all I could think at that moment was how gorgeous he looked like this. He bit down on his bottom lip, his nails scratching down my left arm that was supporting most of my weight as his hips rocked back against my fingers almost without thought. “Yes,” he groaned, losing himself to the sensuous pleasure I was bringing him as he squeezed around the fingers buried deep inside of him, “sometimes.”

God, I wanted to see that. I wanted to see him prep himself and shove a dildo inside him, watch him pleasure himself so that I could know everything he liked and where his good spots were to the fullest extent. I thrust my fingers in hard, leaning forward so that my lips were hovering just beside his ear and muttered throatily, “Did it feel good when you fucked yourself?”

Heero refused to answer, his body shaking on the edge of another orgasm that I knew if I touched his dick with even the lightest touch he’d cum immediately, but I wasn’t about to let him cum again just yet. I doubted he could climax without some stimulation to his dick, but I backed off from his prostate just in case he had developed that ability. Instead, I focused on stretching him to accommodate my girth while he let out strangled moans in the throes of pleasure.

“Do you like it slow and shallow, like this…” I moved my fingers back until they were almost completely free of his hole and stroked just inside his rim before slowly sinking my fingers inside and rubbing his walls, though I didn’t come close to his prostate, “or do you like it deep inside you?” I pushed my fingers in as far as they would reach, his ass swallowing me up to my knuckles and only stopping because my pinky was still outside of his hole. Heero tightened up as I pulled back just to plunge my fingers back in deep again, his body much more vocal than his mouth.

“Duo,” he whispered, yanking my hair with one hand as the nails on his other hand left red welts down my arm, and he thrust back against my fingers with a loud moan, “more, deeper.”

Damn it, I can’t believe I’m getting jealous of my own fingers. The way he was sucking them in was lewd and obscene, but so fucking erotic that I couldn’t wait any longer. I had promised myself I wouldn’t rush him and make sure he is properly prepared, but from my point of view, he was the one rushing me with how seductive he was. I removed my fingers and pushed his knees towards his head so suddenly Heero threw his hands above his head to brace himself against the wall. I maneuvered him so that I could see his hole, the rim stretched and contracting around nothing and just begging to be filled again. “I’ll fuck you so deep you won’t ever be satisfied with a toy again.”

I could resist sucking a hickey onto his inner thigh before releasing his legs and grabbing the lube again. I was so damned hard again that even with my hand warming the lube up, it still felt cold to my dick and made me wince as I stroked myself lightly. I was not going to cum now when I was this close to joining with Heero, something that I had previously only thought possible in my dreams. The situation still felt surreal that I wanted to pinch myself and make sure that I really wasn’t dreaming, but the scratches Heero had left behind were certainly more than enough to know this was reality.

“Ready?” I waited for him to nod curtly before I hitched one of his knees over my shoulder and grabbed the base of my shaft, teasingly pressing the head against Heero’s hole and watching as the muscles tried to refuse me entrance. “Can you relax?” I asked, my voice strained as I smeared lube and precum around his rim, already shuddering with pleasure at just the bare minimum contact.

“No.” But even as he said that, I could feel his ass loosening just enough that I could press the tip past the tight rim. I grimaced as the ringed muscle fought against the intrusion, but as I continued to keep a steady pressure against his hole, it slowly yielded and allowed me to press the flared head inside. We both groaned as I inched forward until the whole crown had been swallowed up by his rim and I had to stop as Heero squeezed down so hard that I couldn’t move forward or backward.

“Shit, ‘Ro, you’re gonna fucking break my dick,” I gasped, quivering as I tried to keep control over my orgasm, but damn it, he was so tight and hot inside that I just wanted to thrust myself completely within him and cum immediately.

Heero didn’t respond, his chest heaving and his head thrown back to where I could see the cords in his neck straining. His bangs clung to his sweat-slickened forehead, damp and messy, and I tried to soothe him by stroking his thigh as he fisted the sheets tightly. If it wasn’t for the fact that his cock was steadily leaking, I’d have thought he was in a lot of pain from how his body shook, though it was possible that he had masochistic tendencies that I just didn’t know about yet.

I shifted forward, wincing as my cock barely budged and only bent uncomfortably from how unbearably tight Heero was, and brushed my fingers through his fringe, “Heero, you okay?” I leaned down, kissing his parted lips and slipping my tongue inside to coax his tongue into action. For a minute, he didn’t react as my tongue licked at the inside of his mouth and I began to worry that something was really wrong, but his arms suddenly wrapped around my neck and held me captive as he kissed me back.

I groaned into his mouth as he minutely relaxed and the pressure eased off my dick enough that my little guy wasn’t being strangled anymore, but Heero was still deliriously tight. Fingers buried into my hair and Heero deepened the kiss as he planted his feet into the mattress and pushed himself back on my cock. My moan was drowned out by his own as our tongues twined together, the kiss turning torrid and obscene as I sucked roughly at the appendage. The sybaritic pleasure was overwhelming and my heart began beating erratically as euphoria clouded my mind. This man was going to be the death of me, but I had never been one to fear Death and if this is how I was going to die after all the crazy shit I pulled, I’d have no complaints.

“Hee—fuck, ‘Ro,” I murmured between kisses, pulling away only to find myself hypnotized by those lascivious eyes of his that were filled with fervid passion. I felt scorched by his gaze, my entire body catching fire as I kissed him again with a frantic ardor to convey my own feelings to him. “You’re gorgeous,” I whispered against his lips, rocking my hips back that inch I was in to very slowly push forward again with a shudder, “and so fucking tight!”  

Heero hooked his ankles behind my lower back, pulling me towards me and forcing me to penetrate him deeper, and he let out a keening moan as more than half my length slid inside of him. “More,” he uttered hoarsely, his hands leaving my hair in a haphazard mess with more than half of it unraveling from my braid to stick to my back.

Sweat slickened my skin, I could feel it beading up on my forehead before running down the side of my face to drip onto Heero below me, but the rapturous expression on his face told me he really didn’t care. “More?” I hooked my arms beneath his hips and pulled his cheeks wider to try and stretch his rim as much as I could before pushing the rest of my length in with one, swift thrust of my hips. Heero arched his back, choking on his own gasping moans as I pressed my pelvis flush with the back of his thighs and threw a cocky smile at him, “How’s that for more?”

If I thought he looked gorgeous before, this was a whole other level of attractiveness that I could only describe as ravishing. Seeing Heero spread out before me with his muscles glistening with perspiration, his chest heaving with his reddened nipples hard and erect, and his cock so hard that the crown had turned an angry red and lying in a pool of his own cum was so damned provocative that I couldn’t hold back anymore. I wanted to own every part of him, to know every part of him, and I wasn’t sure what I’d do if he thought one night was enough for him because it would never be enough for me.

The only thing I could do at this point was to make sure it was a night he’d want to repeat.

“You’re so deep,” he said in a strangled voice, his back still arched as his channel tightened around me almost to the point of pain, “I’ve never—” He gasped as I pulled back, feeling every spasm around my dick that had me giving a whimpering moan of my own, and he quivered as my length dragged against his rim. “Oh god,” Heero’s eyes rolled back as I rubbed against his prostate before thrusting back in just as slowly as I had pulled out.

“Seems like you like that, ‘Ro,” I gave a huffing laugh, the most I could muster at the moment, as I set a slow tempo, pulling out a little further each time to thrust back in languidly. I angled my thrusts so that I could make certain to brush the head of my dick against his prostate since I knew where it was located and watched as Heero gasped and moaned with every drive of my hips. He was gradually loosening up so that it wasn’t quite so tight, but he certainly had a tight ass that matched his personality. Though I loved knowing that he could be the upstanding, rigid, and stoic soldier in the public eye and be this titillating and erotic creature between the sheets.

Heero jolted as my fingers brushed against his rim, feeling where we were joined together as I thrust forward with just a little more force. He groaned libidinously, but still managed to ask, “What are you doing?”

“Afraid I’m going to slide a finger in too?” The way his eyes widened was comical and I almost teased him longer just to see his reactions, his expressions had been much more unguarded since I had begun stretching him open. “I won’t,” I said, letting my fingers dance around his rim, “I promise—at least not this time.”

“You talk too much,” he muttered even as his voice shook with need and he rolled his hips to meet my soft thrusts.

My eyes fluttered as I felt that familiar pull of my orgasm approaching, “You got something you’d rather me do?”

“Yes—this,” he ran a hand over the flat of his stomach as if he were stroking my dick through that hard muscle, “harder and faster.”

I shook my head as I stopped moving, frowning as I slowly licked my lips, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Heero scowled at me, quite obviously not happy with my response, “I survived detonating my Gundam, multiple broken bones, and two wars, you’re not going to hurt me.”

“But—”

“You told me however I want it, I want it fast and hard,” he groused churlishly, undulating his hips and fucking himself as I remained stock-still.

“I don’t want to hear about it in the morning,” I warned, but I couldn’t hide the relief woven into my tone because as much as I appreciate a slow lovemaking, I wanted more too. I had been holding myself back out of fear of giving Heero a bad first experience and trying to make it gentle and sweet, but that wasn’t us—two veterans who had fought a war way too young, we were rough around the edges and had bodies conditioned to kill people, we weren’t soft and gentle.

I pulled out until I felt the head of my dick catch on his rim, Heero panting as it stretched his entrance, and then snapped my hips forward hard. Heero tossed his head, his body contorting at the sudden change in pace, but I moved my hands from his ass to his waist and held him captive as I did as exactly as he asked. Thrusting hard and fast, I did my best to please Heero as I let go of my control and handed myself over to the carnal pleasures of the flesh.

“More to your liking, ‘Ro?” I changed my angle, making sure to press against his prostate with every thrust, and groaned as Heero’s walls spasmed around me. I was not going to last much longer, but from the way Heero was meeting my thrusts as supplications for more fell from his lips, he wasn’t going to last much longer either. Sex with Heero was exhilarating and frenzied, the way his body clamped down on me every time I began to pull away only to open up to accept me as I thrust forward felt incredible, “You’re sucking me in,” I crooned with a sultry smile, “you really like it fast and hard, don’t you?”

“K-keep going,” Heero moaned, reaching down between our bodies to fist his own cock, all inhibitions and embarrassment gone as he chased after his own orgasm. He panted roughly, his other hand moving up to play with his nipple as he trembled on the edge of orgasm and watching him play with himself like this somehow made me fucking harder.

“Oh, I won’t stop,” I drove my hips hard enough against him that I wouldn’t be surprised if we both sported bruises from it, “even if you beg me to.” My breaths became labored, as I fucked him with every ounce of strength I could muster, my nails digging into his waist as pummeled his body with everything I had. “You’re so fucking hot,” I sibilated, my eyes riveted to the raw ecstasy on his face as he erratically swallowed just before his whole body rocked with convulsions.

“Oh god, Duo,” he cried out, cumming hard and coating his chest in rivulets of spend as he continued to frantically stroke his length, “so good…”

His muscles clamped down around me, forcing my thrusts to become stilted and sporadic as I continued to fuck him through his orgasm. He gasped as he came a second time, jerking away from me in oversensitivity, but I growled at him as I dragged him back towards me. I had warned him and he had ignored it, I wasn’t about to let him get away from me now, not when I was so close to climaxing myself. “Gonna cum,” I gutturally said, letting go of his hips to wrap them beneath his arms so I could grip his shoulders tightly. I gasped as I pushed in just a little deeper than before, my thrusts moving from long and hard to short and fast, and I buried my face into Heero’s neck.

Anything I wanted to say was lost as my mind went blank as I came, my muscles twitching and growing taut as I released deep inside Heero. I groaned his name against his skin, kissing it sloppily, and let my thrusts slow as I rode out my orgasm clinging to Heero. My whole body fell lax as I collapsed atop Heero, I knew he could handle the weight and he could push me off of him if I got to be too much, but I just wanted to stay like I was—buried deep inside him with his cum cooling between our bodies until our heartbeats returned to normal.

I’m not exactly sure how long we laid together in a tangle of limbs and hair—well, my hair—but my muscles protested when I did finally pull away. Heero groaned softly as I let my still half-hard dick slide out of him, but he didn’t stop me as I moved from the bed to wobble into the bathroom like some newborn lamb.

Holy shit, sex with Heero was explosive, better than anyone else I had ever been with and certainly something I wanted to keep doing. Though I wanted more than that, to be honest, I undoubtedly wanted more sex, but I wanted to date Heero, not just have sex with him. Though if all he was offering me was sex…well, I wasn’t going to turn him down. I would just keep pining for him in hopes that he’d want more eventually.

I warmed a cloth, wiping down my own body as I found strength in my legs again, and moved back to the bed where Heero hadn’t moved even an inch. Sitting back down on the bed, I smiled at him as he cracked an eye open tiredly and carefully wiped up the drying remnants of his cum off his chest and stomach. We were silent through the intimate exchange as I thoroughly cleaned his body off, but I caught the slight blush that dusted his cheeks as I ran the cloth gently over his genitals before wiping his ass clean of any lube there.

“I gotta ask, not that I’m complaining,” I mused as I ran the cloth back up over the underside of his scrotum, “but why are you completely shaven down here?”

“Less chafing when I don’t wear underwear,” he stated as if it was a fact that everyone should know and I laughed in response, shaking my head. Heero shifted his weight and fractionally winced, a feeling I understood well enough.

“How do you feel?” I asked softly once I was finished, though I knew from experience that the true aching wouldn’t really set in until a few hours later.

He pressed his lips together, thinking over my question before giving me a half-smile, “I’m fine.”

“That’s good,” I patted his thigh in a friendly manner, but left my hand to rest there as my thumb absently stroked his skin, “I, uh, I know this is a bit awkward to ask now given everything,” I gestured between the two of us, “but did you happen to make a decision about the Preventers?”

“I’ll join,” he answered with barely a half-second to think about it, “but I want you as my partner.”

“You want me as your partner…” I repeated slowly, processing the information sleepily, maybe we should’ve talked about this in the morning. “You do know I’m still trigger happy with a perchance to blow things up, right?”

His lips twitched with amusement, “I am too.”

“The Commander won’t like that,” I chuckled as I threw the dirtied rag into the bathroom with perfect accuracy to make it land in the sink. I rubbed my hands together nervously, staring down at the ugly beige carpet beneath my feet, “You sure about this, ‘Ro?”

“That’s the only way I’ll join—and I want the unofficial benefits as well.”

My head snapped around so fast I’m surprised my neck didn’t break as I stared wide-eyed at Heero, “Come again?”

“You said you unofficially came here to see if I was interested in more than the Preventers job,” he said stoically, holding my gaze evenly, “and I am.”

I laughed as delight bubbled up inside of me, twisting my body to gracefully roll over so that I was now straddling Heero. Surprise flitted across his face before his gaze warmed, all traces of fatigue gone as I lopsidedly grinned at him. I ran my hand over his arms, pushing them upwards as he watched me silently with a knowing smirk. He did say his body was fine and his cock was already responding to the provocative touches, so maybe he would be up for another round of sex. “Is that so?”

“Just for the perks,” he murmured as our fingers intertwined together.

I swiftly pinned his hands down above his head and lowered my head towards his with a salacious grin, “Oh, I can’t wait to show you all the perks of having me as a partner.”

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