Surprise!
A GW Slash Fanfiction
Duo awoke, clutching his pillow against his lithe, naked form. To his embarrassment, he found one sleepy hand clutching where hair would be on a person, while the other had wandered ... somewhat lower. He froze, ears perked for the sound of fingers against keyboard keys, but the room was silent. When a cautious peek assured him that he was, indeed, alone, Duo disentangled himself from the amorous substitute, and stretched leisurely. He spared a prayer to himself that Heero had left before his dreams had degraded to the point of assaulting his bedclothes. Of course, he thought with an odd, bitter smile, it wasn't like Heero would have noticed. That guy wouldn't know a come-on if it knocked his legs out from under him and sent a naked, singing telegram. Not, he mused, that that was such a bad idea, if only for look on Heero's face.
By the clock, the time was 10:23, much later than he'd normally have slept. The last mission had run later than expected, and Deathscythe had limped back home just as the sun came up, victim of an OZ ambush and the unexpected failure of a new control piston. Although Duo had managed to make it to the safehouse with dignity, body, and Gundam intact, it had been a hell of a lot closer than he would have liked. Which, he thought as he gathered a set of relatively clean clothes, had probably prompted this morning's series of sweaty dreams. 'Things left undone' and all that crap. Going into the bathroom, he swung the door closed with just a little more force than necessary.
One shower, and a rather unsatisfactory orgasm later, Duo was clean, braided, and almost ready to face the world. He flung the damp towel over the shower rod, and began to whistle as he opened the bathroom door. If he hurried, he could get the parts to repair Deathscythe from Howard before Heero...
Heero. Naked. Typing. With a bow. Duo choked, and felt his pants suddenly become a hell of a lot smaller. The Japanese pilot looked up from his laptop, the effect of his icy blue stare somewhat hampered by the large, black silk bow tied loosely around his neck and the unusual upward turn of a corner of his mouth. He stood, revealing his slender form from head to toe. Duo couldn't manage to get to the toes. He was wearing two bows.
Heero saved with a keystroke, and closed the computer. With a half shrug he said, "You were busy, so I decided to work on the next mission."
Duo gargled, his eyes flickering mindlessly from one bow to the other. Finally, he managed in a strangled voice, "Heero...?"
A smile flickered across the naked boy's features then disappeared, and he stepped closer. "Happy Birthday, Duo."
"It's not my birthday..."
Another step closer, until only the soft distance of a breath hung between them. "It is now."
Duo sent an incoherent mental thanks to whatever deity had allowed Heero to go insane in this delightful way, and tried to close the gap between them with a kiss, only to be foiled by Heero's sudden backward step. "Wha...?"
Heero frowned at him. "I've been told that one isn't supposed to play with a present until you've unwrapped it."
Duo blinked. "Who told you that?" 'And did you tell them what the present was?'
"Classified." Heero was looking smug, now. He ran his finger across his neck, down his chest, then around the smaller black bow around the neck of his semi-erect shaft. "So, what present would you like to unwrap first?"
As if in a dream, Duo stepped forward, and both hands flashed out. A second later, two strips of black silk fluttered to the boys' feet. He smiled wickedly at the slight widening of Heero's gaze. "What can I say," he whispered as his hands slid around Heero's taut stomach, "I'm an instant gratification kinda guy."
"Obvious..." Duo's lips muffled the word in a deep, lingering kiss. When they broke apart, their breath was ragged.
"Anybody ever tell you, you talk too much, Heero?" Four hands, trembling and eager, began to strip Duo.
"No." In record time, black cotton bared to reveal warm, pale flesh. Duo groaned as Heero began to anoint his chest with solemn and passionate kisses.
"Good," Touching and kissing anything within reach of their desire, the couple tumbled into one of the two narrow beds. Duo had no idea which one, nor did he care, at this point. A vast, uncharted, human territory lay before him, and he intended to make Magellan look like an amateur. He set to conquer with a will, aided by a remarkably friendly native guide. Every gasp, sudden intake of breath, and shudder, however minute, was committed to memory, engraved on his consciousness like a map to Paradise. And who would have thought that Heero was ticklish, anyway?
He kissed his way down Heero's chest, his tongue flickering out, catlike, to savor the sweet taste of the other boy's flesh. He felt the sharp, and yet stimulating, pain in his scalp as Heero tried to release the braid. That he was getting somewhere with it was clear evidence that Duo wasn't ... quite ... engaging enough of his attention. Nuzzled against the scarred but toned skin of Heero's chest, he let his lips find a nipple and flick it delicately with his tongue. Heero gasped, but kept working on the second hair tie. Time, Duo thought, for the 'big gun'. He moved lower.
When his lips closed hungrily over Heero's hard cock, he felt the pressure on his hair release with satisfying quickness. 'Good boy' he thought, and rewarded him appropriately. Despite his position, Duo almost chuckled. Whoever thought that a 'tongue lashing' was a *bad* thing had never seen Shinigami the Magnificent give one.
An hour, and a few exceptional orgasms later, Duo uncurled himself from Heero's limp form. His lover looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, and a frown touched his firm lips and one hand tightened around the half-ravelled braid. Duo kissed the frown away, but nevertheless got up. "I have to repair 'Scythe before Howard gives all the good parts away. Be back soon."
"Hn," But Duo was reluctantly released to repair his hair, re-shower, and dress, all under Heero's watchful, possessive gaze. Finally, Duo left, and a slow, wicked smile spread across Heero's features. He wondered if Duo knew that Heero wasn't the only person waiting to give Shinigami a 'birthday present'.
Naah. Probably not.