Title: Switch2
Author: bonnejeanne (bonnejeanne@yahoo.com) and Vonceia (vonceia@yahoo.com)
Archive: GW Addiction
Category: uh....
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: 2x1...?
Warnings: LEMON! This is NOT a yaoi fic! AU (alternate universe - just like the original GW only a few things have been... switched!) OOC? You decide.
Spoilers: Series
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing characters and universe are the property of the copyright owners. Our stuff is ours. No money being made here.
As with all our fics, while our goal is to stay as in character as possible, any discrepancies are our mistakes.
The Wing was in bad shape. Yuy scowled resentfully at the metal beast. 'Why didn't you self-destruct, like you were supposed to?' she thought, kicking it. Now here they both were, both the worse for wear, and that stupid mission message kept blinking, waiting to be acknowledged.
Ignoring the curious looks of the Sweepers crew, Yuy, outwardly a boy to everyone except that damn Duo Maxwell, assembled a set of tools and began the demanding and arduous task of rebuilding the blasted machine.
"You should knock off, get some rest," Maxwell's voice failed to dent Yuy's concentration, or so it appeared. In actuality, Yuy had been hyper-conscious of the braided boy's whereabouts, knowing to the centimeter exactly far he was, when he came and left, what he was humming... Ignoring the words, Yuy knew when Maxwell made an "I give up" gesture and left, retiring to the small room where Yuy had first woken. Must be the pilot's own room, kind of a mark of special status here, where the crew generally slept in hammocks in a bigger room next to the shop.
The door shut behind him and only then did Yuy look over. Thoughts of Maxwell, who had earlier removed the outer black and inner white shirts to work in a drab gray tank top, going into the room, removing other pieces of clothing, like the black pants for example...
Yuy scowled at the direction of her own thoughts, walked silently around the shop to make sure everyone had gone to bed, and then proceeded to begin the task of removing vital parts from the Gundam known as Deathscythe. Maxwell had pointed out earlier how impossible it was to fix Wing without the proper parts. Yuy had blown him off outwardly, inwardly marveling that the guy never figured out where the parts would be coming from. She smirked, installing the acquired stabilizer into the Wing. Well, he said use anything she could find lying around.
Yuy had no illusions about what the boy would do when he found out what had happened. The next time they met, Maxwell would be out for blood. It was better that way. It would keep her on her toes and enforce the need for solitude and secrecy, and counteract any weakness of some implied 'friendship'.
When exhaustion had overtaken the aching pain of the two gunshot wounds, and the sky seemed to turn the color of gunmetal, Yuy knew it was predawn, and time to skate. In an hour, maybe less, the sweeper crew would be stirring.
Moving the Wing outside, she turned off the shop lights to cover the sabotage. Time to be going. But there was an hour... maybe more...
Body weaving a little as she stood, Heero Yuy paused, her eyes drawn to that door - his door. He'd be sleeping.
Trotting to the Wing, laid out on the dock in jet mode for a fast getaway, Yuy climbed to the cockpit, then quickly removed each piece of her small wardrobe, including the sheath and thong, precious pieces that masked her sex and made her look like a boy. She tucked the clothes into the cockpit, left the engines warming on low power, and dropped back to the ground, stalking through the predawn darkness in nothing but her skin.
Invisible as a shade in the dark shop, she found the door without fumbling, opened it silently and closed it behind her.
He was there... sprawled across the covers, not under them, the braid spilling off the edge and to the floor. She crossed the short distance silently. Reaching down, she quickly slid her hand inside the waistband of his dark boxers, finding the warm soft flesh she sought, unerringly. As she did so, she bent over him, covering his mouth with hers to muffle any cry, and lifted her body, straddling his legs.
Duo's eyes blinked open and then widened as he felt a mouth cover his. His hands reached up and grasped the intruder by the arms. Slowly, the violet eyes closed again as Duo felt the touch of warm, wet flesh envelope him and settle like a velvet sheath around him. His grasp tightened on the intruder's arms as his tongue snaked inside the warm mouth above him. He groaned softly as he felt the body above him settle against him.
Yuy sucked Duo's tongue deep into her throat, as if trying to devour him alive. Her body tightened around him, feeling him come to life, his already semi-erect shaft firming instantly, pushing deeper inside. She shifted, seeking the maximum penetration. Her back arched suddenly as she found the exact position, and she reared back, leaving his mouth. The expression on her face, which Duo could see in reflected light from a single high window in the room, was one of pure, predatory hunger. Her fringe of hair shadowed already-dark pools of eyes, as her tongue moved out to moisten her lips. Planting her hand on his stomach to brace herself, she began to ride Duo Maxwell like a champion equestrian.
Duo's mouth open and his firming flesh became rock hard inside the warm temple of flesh. The expression on her face, and then the movement of her body was enough not only to cross his eyes, briefly, but to send his temperature through the roof. He grit his teeth and then placed his hands around Yuy's hips as he felt perspiration break out on his forehead.
'Oh god,' he thought. 'No, this is too fast.' With a low growl, Duo grabbed the hands on his stomach and pulled them up. Rocking inside of the girl, hard, he then moved her down on the bed, positioning himself on top. He brought her arms up above her head and then bent his head down to kiss her. His hips flexed and relaxed in turns as he moved slowly out and then into her, hard, slamming both of their bodies with each penetration.
As he flipped her, reversing them, she growled, biting at his lips before thrusting her tongue into his mouth.
"Omae o korosu," she hissed, but her eyes were gleaming and her mouth curved in a wicked smile. She tested his grip on her wrists but did not break it, content to know she could have. As his body slammed into hers, she grinned fiercely, lifting her chin and closing her eyes. Yes, yes, Maxwell... Harder! she thought. Her legs lifted, with her knees bent, offering herself more fully. His slender body was remarkably strong... not as strong as hers, she thought, but enough... enough to feed the fire inside, and whet the hunger that was consuming her.
"That's... my line!" Duo hissed as he slammed back into Yuy's body. Feeling her legs move up to allow him deeper inside, Duo moaned. Letting her hands go, he reached down and quickly placed his shoulders under her knees. Strapping his hands around her thighs, Duo moved faster, giving up on the idea that this was going to last any longer than it would.
Yuy hissed, ad he grabbed the fresh bullet graze on her thigh, and her eyes glittered, but instead of trying to move his hand or crying out, she retaliated in another way - her inner muscles clenched around him with a strength that Duo Maxwell had never felt before in such a situation. Her muscles tightened and released, repeating the action, milking his cock as it dove in and out of her.
An intense moan that started low and increased upward arose from Duo's throat. His hands gripped tighter as he pulled Yuy against him, time after time again in ecstasy. All decorum and technique forgotten, Duo moved faster and harder as he pummeled Yuy's body with his own. His mouth opened as he felt his flesh begin to ache and throb. Suddenly, he slammed into her hard, feeling his seed burst from his body, as little spots formed behind his eyes with the intensity of his release.
Listening to him howl, Yuy grinned fiercely, even as his grip continued to cause fire on her graze. The abandon of his pumping suited her completely and she gave herself to it, feeling the surges of pleasure that shot through her body at each impact. When she felt him release inside her, she clamped her legs around his neck, keeping him buried until she had received all of what he had to give. As he sagged against her, spent, she unlocked her legs and then placed one foot on his shoulder, shoving him back and off of her. Her body throbbed from the punishment but it felt... damn good... Watching Duo try not to fall of the narrow bed, she smiled, wondering how long she should give him to recover. Not long...
Sitting up, she checked her bandaged thigh - yes it had started bleeding again. No way to help it now. Duo lay on his back, his head dangling off the foot of the cot. She got up and over him, kneeling between his legs and propping herself on her hands over his chest. She looked down, studying his face.
"That was good," she said quietly, coolly. Licking her lips, she waited to see if he'd answer or if his body was too spent... some guys just lost it after the first fuck...
Duo watched and felt Yuy on his chest. "Yes, it was," Duo said and reached down, taking her waist in his hands. He pulled Yuy on top of him more to see her. He then cupped her face in his hands and raised himself up to kiss her deeply. "You are fantastic," he said, smiling down at her as his mind was already thinking of the second act of the show. "... and thanks. That doesn't happen very often. No time," he added.
Yuy scowled. " 'You are fantastic'," she said softly, mocking him. "Stupid baka. You think this is prom night? Keep your pretty words. If I ever see you again, you are as good as dead. I took care of Wing... you dredged it up again. Now I have to go on this stupid mission. You came in when I told you specifically not to. I'm letting you live only because it's less trouble right now. If you *are* here, like me, to do a job, you better hope someone tells me or I'll waste you. But right now... I need something you happen to carry around in your pants. That's all."
"Hn?" Duo exclaimed at first, hearing her words. He frowned deeply as she continued and even more when she was finished speaking. "Oh really? Listen... lady, and I use that term loosely. I'm not the one who crawled into my bed seeking that 'something I carry in my pants.' You were! And I guess you really needed that something really bad, huh?! In fact, I'd say you could use it some more, seeing how your temperament is and all! You wanna kill me? Meet me on the battlefield and we can settle it in full. Otherwise, sorry, I was only tryin' to 'help' you pal. Maybe you'd prefer that blond dork back on the pier? He's got one of what I carry in my pants too!"
Yuy bared her teeth at him. "Not as much," she said, and then sneered. "And he would much rather use it on you than me, if he knew what you know. He's only after me cause he thinks I'm a boy... so watch out - unless you like blonds... now shut up. You talk too much," she said, and slid down, taking his cock in her hands and beginning to lick it.
Duo gasped feeling the warm tongue on his flesh. The sight and feel of her touch was dizzying and Duo moaned, unable to keep his hips from rocking. "I'm... I'm not just here for your private candy store, ya know," he said, then moaned again.
Yuy paused, licking her lips. "Yes you are," she said, moving down to swallow him again. She continued to lick and suck him until he was hard and throbbing, his body moving under her. Then she moved back, and he could feel air against the moisture on his shaft.
She turned around and moved onto her hands and knees, looking over her shoulder. "Maxwell..."
Duo's eyes widened as big as saucers. The erotic picture before him was something that threatened his sanity. He moved up behind Yuy knowing what it took to get a girl in this position. 'Incredible.' he thought. 'She's hot.' He placed his hands on Yuy's hips, moving himself up and into her body with one deep thrust. His body took over for his mind as he began driving hard up into the girl's body. His hands moved around her hips, as they began moving her on his tortured flesh.
Yuy closed her eyes, feeling his hard flesh penetrate her. This was the best... she didn't have to school her face, or do anything... just let it happen. She'd known he was going to be good, good in a way she could not remember... He might make protesting noises but he went with his body without hesitation when it was aroused. Perfect... just bodies, banging together. Feeling a lump in her throat, she gave herself to it, focusing on the sensory overload so she could remember this all in detailed clarity when it was over.
She felt his rhythm begin to speed up, felt his body moving towards its final moment and rested her face against the bed cover, giving in to the feeling of being taken.
Duo allowed some of the frustration with this girl to guide him as he took her. He felt no need to try and prolong anything. If she wanted what he carried in his pants, then by the Scythe he'd give it to her. Gripping her hips in his hands, he pumped furiously. He felt his body ache and throb again and closed his eyes as he released deep inside of her body.
Yuy gasped, muffling the sound, as she felt Duo come inside her a second time. Her body throbbed, drinking him, but the secret she kept was how her own enjoyment did not culminate in any true sexual release. It kept her hot, kept her tight and ready, and probably added to her naturally difficult temperament, but it was what she had been taught to do. Later, alone, in the Wing, she'd bring herself off quickly, but never with a partner. The need she felt that brought her to Duo was one that her trainer had never considered... the need to simply feel someone inside.
Panting, she felt Duo finish, and rest across her back for a few moments before withdrawing. She stayed where she was for another moment, then forced her reluctant body to move.
Standing, she looked down at him in the dark, His eyes were open and he was watching her. His expression was interesting... sated, yet a touch angry. Studying him, she imprinted the shadowed picture in her mind for later. That picture would help her achieve her own release. Bending, she kissed him... this time softly, almost tenderly. She touched his face, letting her fingers run along his cheek, then brushing loose strands of that incredible hair. Not realizing her own expression had softened for the first time since he'd met her, she let her fingers brush his lips one last time.
"Thanks... Maxwell," she said softly, almost inaudibly. Turning, she moved towards the door. Words floated back to him. "Try not to get in my way.... it would be a pity... to have to hurt you."
The door opened and closed and she was gone.
Duo watched Yuy leave the room. There was a tiny smile on his face as he drank in her silhouette. The last kiss, touch and the expression on her face that rendered Yuy breathtakingly beautiful would carry him for the next few months. Most of the anger had dissipated and Duo simply shook his head at the impossibility of the entire situation. "Who the hell are you, lady?" he said softly in the dark. Then he felt his body ache in earnest in several places and stretched out.
As Duo was about to fall asleep, he noticed two things... one, the light of morning peeking into the high upper window, and two, the sound of a huge jet engine revving outside on the dock. The roar of the engine built rapidly, shaking the shop building on its foundations.
Duo's eyes widened and a sudden adrenaline surge pulled him up, out of bed and into pants in a flash. He ran out to see what was causing the world to rattle. He had a sinking feeling he knew what it was already.
As he made it out, he saw the Wing, in jet mode, take off from the dock with a roar. The crew came stumbling out at the same time, staring at the sight of the Wing growing rapidly smaller in the distance.
"What a... guy!" Duo said, unable to hide a smile, remembering to use the masculine in the presence of the crew. "Well, he said he could fix it and he did!"
"Duo!" one of the guys called in a voice of outraged shock. "That guy took the spare parts from *your* suit! We've been had!!!" Beyond, in the light of morning, Duo could see the Deathscythe partially dismantled, like a drunk who had been rolled for his wallet.
Duo turned and raised a fist to the sky. He was doubly mad now. "Traitor!" he screamed to the heavens. Inside, he thought. 'I get fucked and then I get fucked! Ok, sister! The next time we meet, it's you and me! Prepare to die!"