Note: Prepare for Relena bashing.
Repairs
I seem like a nice guy, don't I? Well, other than when I'm out blowing Oz bad guys up. But, putting that little detail aside, I know I seem like a pretty easy-going, amiable guy most of the time. Well, it might surprise you to know that I have a list, a very important list, of things I hate. Would you like to hear it? Yes, of course you would. Or at least, I'm going to tell you anyway because talking is one of my many, many talents.
Number one on my list is that *parasitic bitch* Relena Peacecraft. I know, I know, she's the freaking hope of the future and the embodiment of peace and all that crap. Must be a good boy and pretend to like her in the presence of others, and not crush her to death with a giant chunk of jagged metal. I just about manage to tolerate knowing that somewhere in the world she is still breathing. *That* is how much I hate her. Reason? She's stalking *my* Heero! How dare she?? Somehow she's gotten it into her delusional mind that he feels something for her other than pity and contempt, (She's wrong, by the way) and it makes me sick. I want to claw out her eyes, which is slightly girly but would be fun. Heero won't shoot her because *apparently* she's needed to guide the world and the colonies into peace, although how she can be doing that when most (if not all) of her attention is focussed on *my* Heero is a mystery. I mean, she's supposed to be this great saviour and bringer of peace, and she's supposed to do all this epic stuff, but most of the time what she *actually* does is run around after my boyfriend trying to steal him from me. Apparently she lives in this happy little world where I don't exist, nobody dies, she has fairy powers and a magic tiara, and Heero is as straight as a ruler. Heheh. How likely is that, though? You've seen what he wears! Plus all those looks he gives me, you know the ones I mean. The 'take me now' looks. Erm, anyway, back to Relena. I want her to die a nasty, nasty painful and pointy death at the hands of something with many teeth and an appetite for torturing its victims. Maybe I can get Catherine to throw knives at her? There is just no way to get her to go away! Believe me, Heero has tried it. He stuck a gun in her face, shot at her, told her he was going to kill her, told her to leave him alone... It's like talking to a big, pink wall. That's number two on my list of things I hate, by the way, the colour pink. But yeah, that's Relena's fault again. She ruined an entire *colour* for me! Honestly though, she needs to stop dressing like 'Princess pink-obsessed Barbie'. Urgh. Want to know what else is on my list? Spandex. Surprised? Want to know the reason? Well, currently, it's covering up all my favourite bits of Hee-chan, dammit! He's in here helping me with fixing all the bits I accidentally-sort-of-broke in Deathscythe's cockpit. Damn, now *there's* a word I love. Cockpit. Heheh. That gives me ideas...
The problem is, to get to the point, that Heero is kneeling on the chair in the cockpit, leaning over to fix something behind the *back* of the chair. So yes, I - who happens to be sitting on the small cockpit floor staring up at him being totally useless - am getting a view that is not doing aything to calm my evil rampaging teenage hormones. He has his back to me so he can't tell that for the past half hour I've been just staring at his ass and drooling instead of actually fixing anything like I should have.
"Ah-hh..." He suddenly groans as he stretches a little and arches his back to get the kinks out from kneeling the wrong way on a chair for half an hour. That was way too sexy, does he seriously think I have enough willpower to resist jumping him now? No, he's way too smart for that. I realize this when he turns his head and looks over at me a little, that sexy little smirk on his lips. You wouldn't believe how much of a tease he is, for a supposedly made-of-hard-stuff perfect soldier. Fine, so he knows I'm going to jump him. That really only leaves me one course of action, doesn't it?
"Oh, Hee-chan..." I sing-song, then grin like a maniac and slink over to him, settling on the seat behind him on my knees and wrapping my arms around his lithe waist. His muscles ripple beneath that evil green shirt as he straightens up onto his knees, dropping whatever tool he was using with a clunk of metal.
"Don't call me Hee-chan." He does his little pouty thing that he thinks makes him look tough (I think it makes him look cute. I like it when he gets all scowly.) and glares at me over his shoulder. However, I am immune to his scary glowering after having been sleeping with him for so long, and I just block it with one of my big, happy, slightly-hentai grins.
"Are you done yet, Hee-chan?" I know he likes being called that really. Only by me, though. I'm pretty sure that if Relena called him that he'd blow an arm off her or something (since he won't kill her. I assume that means he doesn't mind maiming her a bit). I pull his tank top out from where it's tucked into those spandex shorts and run my fingers up his chest underneath it, loving the way his muscles flutter beneath my touch. He's really, really sensitive, and you wouldn't know it from looking at him, but he can make a lot of noise in bed when he's in the mood.
"Ahh... Duo..." Apparently, he's in the mood right now, because he's arching against me and making some *verrry* sexy little moaning noises in his throat. His eyes slide closed as I slip the shirt off over his head and find his cute little nipples to play with them while he writhes and pants, leaning forward to brace himself against the back of the chair.
I love his eyes. They're so intense, but they get this clouded over, glazed look of pleasure when ever we do... this sort of thing. Luckily, we do this sort of thing a hell of a lot more than is probably normal, so I always have handy tubes of lube stashed pretty much everywhere. I have one under the pillow on our bed, one blue-tacked to the underneath of one of the drawers in the kitchen (where Wufei won't find it and steal it, because he's too cheap to buy his own lube. He's in love with Treize and Zechs, for god's sake, can't they afford lube??), I have some stashed behind the banana cough syrup in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and even some in the glove compartment of the car behind the anti-freeze. Best of all, though, I have a tube stashed in each of our Gundams (In case of emergencies. What??). So yes, to get to the point I was struggling to make, I have lube! And it's the one Heero likes, too, which smells of watermelon and cucumber. Sounds like a strange combination, but the result is quite nice, and if Hee-chan likes it then it stays (Or else he'd sulk.). Anyway, since I have aforementioned tube of godsend in my back pocket (because this was pretty much destined to happen the moment he stepped into my Gundam, really, and we both know it,), I slide my hands down his sides to the waistband of his spandex shorts and smirk when he moves a hand around to his back and removes his pet gun, that he keeps there in case Relena ever finally pisses him off too much and he feels the urge to shoot her properly this time.
He breathes shakily as I slip his last bit of clothing off of him and he lets go of the gun, letting it fall to the floor next to the tools we (well, he...) were using earlier. I'm actually glad the safety was on or he might have shot one of us (probably me, because he's not dumb enough to get shot with his own gun by accident, but people sort of expect that kind of thing from me... sheez.).
"Duo..." He groans my name shakily, and I swear he has the sexiest voice on planet earth and all the known universe. It just makes me want to ravish him on the spot, which is precisely what I'm doing so I'm happy.
I trail my hands down and keep one on his hip whilst the other moves around to his back, pausing for a moment while I uncap the lube and put it to good use. Then he arches up as I gently push one of my fingers inside him, adding another and scissoring them. I don't want to hurt him, even though he claims to feel no pain. Hah, like I'm dumb enough to believe that. He's just trying to act tough because he's like that.
"Get on with it..." He says in his 'trying-to-tell-me-off-but-unable-to-concentrate-thanks-to-Duo's-amazing-fingers' voice. I just grin and push a third finger inside him, giving his sweet spot a nice jab because I like to hear him cry out.
"Ahh! Duo, get on with it or omae o korosu!!" He chokes. Ooh, I'm *so* scared. How many times has he said that to me now? Anyway, I decide to be merciful, because I'm not as much of a torturous bastard as he is when he's on top (honestly, he's *such* a tease). Undoing the buttons on my ragged black jeans, I slip them down but don't take them off in case Quatre walks in or something (he did that once while we were fooling around in Wing Zero. Poor guy, he was traumatized for weeks, kept blushing whenever he saw either of us. Heero just smirked, because he has this sadistic streak a mile long, and asked Quatre if he liked what he saw.). Lining up and holding onto his hips, I slowly push into him and he parts his legs a little further, leaning back against me until I'm all the way in and he's moving impatiently, trying to get me to start up the pace already. I do, giving a few long thrusts in and out of him before I establish a nice rythm, and he leans heavily on the seat back, panting and moaning. He makes the sexiest noises.
"Ah...Ah...Duo...Mmhhh..." He gasps in time with the pace we've set, and I love the way he clings to the chair back, giving a strangled gasp as I sneak a hand around to take hold of him. He shudders in pleasure when I stroke him and kiss the back of his neck, his hair damp with the fine sweat that covers his golden skin and makes it shine.
"Hee-chan..." I groan his name (Or my nickname for him that he pretends to hate but secretly likes) in his ear and nibble on it, noticing that his breathing soon becomes even more erratic and his back arches, his moans and gasps more frantic than before.
"Nnhh... D-Duo... Harder... yessss..." He hisses as I pound into him and finally he cries out and his body arches against me, every muscle tight. He gasps my name and shudders at the same time as I do, and we both see white for a moment. Then, after having made a lovely mess of poor Deathscythe Hell's nice leather chair (which thankfully is easy to wipe clean), he collapses against the back of the seat and I lean over him, panting as he turns around in the chair to look up at me. His eyes still look a bit dazed, but I'm pretty sure mine do too, so I can't really blame him.
Once he's stopped panting I zip up my jeans and move to sit next to him, resting my head on his shoulder. I'd tell him that I love him, but he knows that and the silence is nice; I don't want to say anything and I don't think he does either. After-sex snugglies are better than words, right? He's still totally naked, but he's sitting there not caring as usual, looking pleased with himself because he got laid in my Gundam and managed to make a mess of it, which I did to Wing Zero last week. Yeah, revenge is a bitch. Heheh. Now, I wonder how I should pay him back for this one?
The End