[FIC] Don't Make Me Beg
Title: Don’t Make Me Beg
Author: WickedGame
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: 1x2 sexual pairing.
Warnings: Not beta read. Lemon. Drugged Heero. Reluctant Duo. Foul language.
Notes: Okay, so people wanted a sequel to “Show You No Mercy”. Here’s what happened later on that night.
Duo opened the front door carefully before stepping inside. No Heero to be seen, or heard apparently.
Earlier, he had just walked out of the house to go do a systems check on Deathscythe when he realized he had forgotten a ratchet in his bedroom. He turned around to go back, and then remembered the strange way Heero had acted when he came home. Duo grabbed his ratchet and then pressed an ear to Heero’s door, to make sure the other pilot was okay.
He had not only been shocked by the choked sobs that came from inside the room, but was also startled to hear his name being moaned, in a tone he had never heard from Heero. The way Heero moaned, it made his pants start to tighten in the groin, and made his breath come out in little pants.
When his name came out faster, and a little louder, and a little more desperate, Duo had taken off, closing the door quickly but quietly behind him as he ran. He was scared by the implications. He was scared of what he felt himself. He was scared of what Heero would do if Heero found out he was listening…
Most of all he was scared of never hearing Heero’s voice like that again because it had been delicious to listen to.
So now it was two hours later, and he had no more excuses to stay inside the hangar. His stomach was calling for food and he knew he should check on Heero, no matter what his feelings were. He knocked on the door to Heero’s room lightly and when there was no answer he opened it.
Heero was lying on the bed, naked as the day he was born. He was curled into a ball and as shaking. His skin shone with sweat.
“Heero?” Duo called softly, but there was no answer. He stepped closer to the bed and cursed his body’s reaction to the perfect body in front of him on display. He touched Heero’s skin and felt how feverish it was, hot to the touch.
Duo was alarmed, and he ran into the bathroom to turn on the shower. He made it lukewarm and concentrated on getting Heero inside the shower, getting that fever down and waking up his friend and comrade.
Duo took a deep breath and lifted Heero.
“Damn buddy, you may be small enough to pilot a Gundam but you ain’t exactly light either!”
Duo struggled under Heero’s weight, the man in his arms moaning and almost twisting in his arms. Duo chalked it up to fever delirium and sat Heero down in the shower. He stripped himself and stepped inside, hoping that he wouldn’t be killed for taking a shower with Heero like this.
He lifted Heero up off the floor and held him close, Heero’s head rested on his shoulder, his face turned into his neck. Duo took out his hairband and shook out his braid, not wanting the hair to get impossibly tangled while he was doing this. He held Heero up and started to urge Heero to wake up.
“Heero, come on buddy, wake up. Man, I don’t need or want you to die on me! We’ve got a job to do and you’re kind of sleeping away here!”
Heero’s head rocked, and he seemed to be rising out of whatever abyss he had sunk into. He moaned and his hips rocked back into Duo’s groin. Duo inhaled quickly and tried to talk his body out of responding.
Not now. Not this. Why the hell is he making me feel this way? What the hell is going on? I don’t like boys. I don’t like boys. I like girls. But fuck, he feel so good…
Duo bit his lip and tried to wake Heero up completely. “Come on, Heero! I’m not exactly keen on taking a long, cold shower here!”
Heero’s eyes blinked and then opened. “Duo…”
Duo rejoiced at the murmured voice. “Yeah buddy, that’s it! Wake up time!”
“Drug. Was drugged. Pleasure drug. Oooohhh, Duo!”
Duo was knocked off-balance suddenly by Heero turning around and fastening their lips together. Heero kissed hungrily, biting on Duo’s lower lip and thrusting his tongue into Duo’s mouth as soon as Duo gave him an opportunity. Duo struggled to breathe and his arms went around Heero to keep balance as he was pushed into the shower wall.
Heero was stronger than Duo, but Duo wasn’t about to be taken advantage of without a fight. He pushed at Heero’s chest and yelled into Heero’s mouth, trying to claw and bite in his defense. Heero got confused and left an opening. Duo punched him in the stomach and then leaped out of the shower.
“Fuck you, man! I was trying to make you better! It wasn’t an invitation to practically rape me!”
Duo grabbed his clothes and turned on his heel, eager to re-dress and get out of there. He was stopped by one word.
“Please.”
Heero Yuy rarely said please, and had never said it before like he was dying for something. Duo turned around and witnessed Heero Yuy crawling on the ground, his penis erect and hanging down toward the floor as he moved on hands and knees.
“Please, Duo.”
“What?” Duo asked, still confused by what was happening.
“OZ. OZ gave me something. Pleasure receptors in torment. Constant arousal. It hurts so much Duo! It hurts!”
Heero came to rest at Duo’s feet and came up on his knees, only to nuzzle and claw at Duo’s leg. Duo didn’t know what to think.
“They drugged you?”
“Yes. I’m sorry, Duo.”
Heero grabbed Duo’s ass cheeks and nuzzled his crotch, feeling the growing evidence of Duo’s desire there. Duo was slowly realizing that his attraction to Heero was no fluke. He was truly attracted to the man at his feet and he had no clue how to handle this situation.
He should leave. But to leave Heero here, like this? It would be wrong. It would be cruel to leave this man to rut against whatever he could find. He looked down and sighed audibly at the obviously aroused Heero Yuy, inhaling the smell of his sex and nuzzling intently at the erection trapped inside his pants.
“Heero, I’ve never… I’ve never done anything like this… I don’t know what you want me to do…”
Heero used Duo’s clothing as leverage and stood up. He leaned into Duo and licked a long, wet trail up his neck to his jaw. “I just need you to lay down. I just need… I need to fuck you… I need to come… I can make it good… Please, Duo. God, please help me.”
Duo closed his eyes and let himself be pushed toward the bet, mostly under the power of Heero’s weight leaning against him. His back hit the sheets and he pulled them both fully on the bed, questioning his sanity and his morality even as he helped Heero take of his clothing, the articles falling next to the bed in a heap.
Heero was rubbing against his leg, trying to ease the pressure he felt inside. The friction was hot and even a bit painful, but he would do anything to ease the ache inside. He spread Duo’s legs and moved between them, eyes wild and breath heavy with desire.
“Heero. Heero! We need something….I don’t want to hurt…”
Heero groaned and reached for the nightstand, opening a drawer. Inside there was a little-used bottle of hand lotion. He removed the bottle and nearly tore off the cap in an effort to get some in his hand.
How many times had he dreamt of this? Even just earlier these images flew threw his head as he gave himself unwanted pleasure. He coated his fingers and his erection with the lotion and then moved a finger to Duo’s ass.
Duo hissed and closed his eyes when Heero’s finger entered, rough and unsure. It moved in and out only for a moment before Heero slid another one in, trying hard not to hurt Duo but knowing he had to have relief.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Duo. I don’t want to. I’m sorry, so sorry.”
Duo’s eyes squeezed shut and he tried not to let out how much it burned, how much his ass stung. He kept reminding himself that he was doing this for Heero, because Heero needed help and he needed Heero functional. He held his knees back, opening his ass wider, hoping the position would lead to less pain and more pleasure.
Heero felt Duo’s ass loosening around his fingers, finally accepting his invasion and Duo’s breathing turned from small puffs of air to startled gasps as Heero’s fingers rocked inside of him. Heero squirted more lotion on Duo’s asshole and worked it in, adding a third finger.
His fingers grazed the insides of Duo’s walls, feeling the soft flesh inside, marveling at the warmth that would soon surround his cock. Duo had been reduced to tiny whimpers, and Heero no longer knew if this was pleasure or pain. He only hoped Duo would forgive him in the morning.
Duo held his breath as Heero slowly removed his fingers and positioned his dick at Duo’s entrance. He tried to exhale as Heero pushed in but it came out shaky, nervous, and totally enraptured.
Good God! It felt good to be filled! His ass felt stretched, but Heero’s fingers must have worked him enough that it didn’t hurt so much as make him squirm. He needed Heero to move, to change this feeling and this vulnerability. He moved his hips in a small circle underneath the drugged pilot and was rewarded by Heero sliding slightly out of him, only to slam back inside.
Heero watched through veiled eyes as Duo thrashed underneath him, ecstasy etched on his face. He now knew that he wasn’t hurting Duo but was pleasuring him instead. He leaned down and kissed Duo as he moved in and out, sucking on his tongue and biting his way down his throat. The feeling of Duo around him was an even more potent drug than what OZ had given him and he felt like he was glimpsing heaven as that moist heat worked him and milked him.
Duo found himself shouting obscenities, and thought he heard himself urging Heero on…
“Faster!”
“Harder!”
“Oh God! Heero! Fuck!”
He felt wanton and raw, naked in more ways than one as Heero plowed him and marked his skin with bites and hickeys. It was all sweet and sour, riding that razor edge between wrong and right, pain and pleasure. And just as it seemed that he was going to faint from bliss, Heero changed angles slightly.
Heero felt and heard Duo’s shout as he came, back arched and sticky white come landing on both of them. The ass around him clenched and unclenched, becoming too tight and too hot and too much and he was coming with a scream and a keening cry, sweet release being found inside of his fellow pilot and friend. Hot fluid hitting still-spasming walls and exhaustion quickly following, only allowing for shallow thrusts and deep moans of lingering pleasure in its wake.
*~*~*~*
Hours later Duo woke. He was naked and stuck to the man who had fucked him so thoroughly. Heero was sleeping peacefully now, his face not contorted with rapturous torment anymore. Duo felt his forehead and found the pilot’s temperature to be close to normal. The room smelled of sex, sweat, and lotion.
He attempted to get out of the bed, not knowing if Heero wanted to remember what had happened, or even if he himself wanted to remember it. He was still so confused, so taken by surprise with everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. He felt he needed time to process.
He made it to a standing position and then looked down at Heero. Luminous blue eyes stared back at him, unwavering in their stare but seeming to be in a state of sadness.
Duo pulled on his clothes and headed for the door. Before he walked out of Heero’s room he turned around and gave his fellow pilot a wink.
“You were right, Heero. You did make it good.”
Heero watched with clearer eyes as Duo left the room.
For the first time in twenty-four hours Heero Yuy smiled and said softly:
“I’m glad.”
-The End-
Author: WickedGame
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: 1x2 sexual pairing.
Warnings: Not beta read. Lemon. Drugged Heero. Reluctant Duo. Foul language.
Notes: Okay, so people wanted a sequel to “Show You No Mercy”. Here’s what happened later on that night.
Duo opened the front door carefully before stepping inside. No Heero to be seen, or heard apparently.
Earlier, he had just walked out of the house to go do a systems check on Deathscythe when he realized he had forgotten a ratchet in his bedroom. He turned around to go back, and then remembered the strange way Heero had acted when he came home. Duo grabbed his ratchet and then pressed an ear to Heero’s door, to make sure the other pilot was okay.
He had not only been shocked by the choked sobs that came from inside the room, but was also startled to hear his name being moaned, in a tone he had never heard from Heero. The way Heero moaned, it made his pants start to tighten in the groin, and made his breath come out in little pants.
When his name came out faster, and a little louder, and a little more desperate, Duo had taken off, closing the door quickly but quietly behind him as he ran. He was scared by the implications. He was scared of what he felt himself. He was scared of what Heero would do if Heero found out he was listening…
Most of all he was scared of never hearing Heero’s voice like that again because it had been delicious to listen to.
So now it was two hours later, and he had no more excuses to stay inside the hangar. His stomach was calling for food and he knew he should check on Heero, no matter what his feelings were. He knocked on the door to Heero’s room lightly and when there was no answer he opened it.
Heero was lying on the bed, naked as the day he was born. He was curled into a ball and as shaking. His skin shone with sweat.
“Heero?” Duo called softly, but there was no answer. He stepped closer to the bed and cursed his body’s reaction to the perfect body in front of him on display. He touched Heero’s skin and felt how feverish it was, hot to the touch.
Duo was alarmed, and he ran into the bathroom to turn on the shower. He made it lukewarm and concentrated on getting Heero inside the shower, getting that fever down and waking up his friend and comrade.
Duo took a deep breath and lifted Heero.
“Damn buddy, you may be small enough to pilot a Gundam but you ain’t exactly light either!”
Duo struggled under Heero’s weight, the man in his arms moaning and almost twisting in his arms. Duo chalked it up to fever delirium and sat Heero down in the shower. He stripped himself and stepped inside, hoping that he wouldn’t be killed for taking a shower with Heero like this.
He lifted Heero up off the floor and held him close, Heero’s head rested on his shoulder, his face turned into his neck. Duo took out his hairband and shook out his braid, not wanting the hair to get impossibly tangled while he was doing this. He held Heero up and started to urge Heero to wake up.
“Heero, come on buddy, wake up. Man, I don’t need or want you to die on me! We’ve got a job to do and you’re kind of sleeping away here!”
Heero’s head rocked, and he seemed to be rising out of whatever abyss he had sunk into. He moaned and his hips rocked back into Duo’s groin. Duo inhaled quickly and tried to talk his body out of responding.
Not now. Not this. Why the hell is he making me feel this way? What the hell is going on? I don’t like boys. I don’t like boys. I like girls. But fuck, he feel so good…
Duo bit his lip and tried to wake Heero up completely. “Come on, Heero! I’m not exactly keen on taking a long, cold shower here!”
Heero’s eyes blinked and then opened. “Duo…”
Duo rejoiced at the murmured voice. “Yeah buddy, that’s it! Wake up time!”
“Drug. Was drugged. Pleasure drug. Oooohhh, Duo!”
Duo was knocked off-balance suddenly by Heero turning around and fastening their lips together. Heero kissed hungrily, biting on Duo’s lower lip and thrusting his tongue into Duo’s mouth as soon as Duo gave him an opportunity. Duo struggled to breathe and his arms went around Heero to keep balance as he was pushed into the shower wall.
Heero was stronger than Duo, but Duo wasn’t about to be taken advantage of without a fight. He pushed at Heero’s chest and yelled into Heero’s mouth, trying to claw and bite in his defense. Heero got confused and left an opening. Duo punched him in the stomach and then leaped out of the shower.
“Fuck you, man! I was trying to make you better! It wasn’t an invitation to practically rape me!”
Duo grabbed his clothes and turned on his heel, eager to re-dress and get out of there. He was stopped by one word.
“Please.”
Heero Yuy rarely said please, and had never said it before like he was dying for something. Duo turned around and witnessed Heero Yuy crawling on the ground, his penis erect and hanging down toward the floor as he moved on hands and knees.
“Please, Duo.”
“What?” Duo asked, still confused by what was happening.
“OZ. OZ gave me something. Pleasure receptors in torment. Constant arousal. It hurts so much Duo! It hurts!”
Heero came to rest at Duo’s feet and came up on his knees, only to nuzzle and claw at Duo’s leg. Duo didn’t know what to think.
“They drugged you?”
“Yes. I’m sorry, Duo.”
Heero grabbed Duo’s ass cheeks and nuzzled his crotch, feeling the growing evidence of Duo’s desire there. Duo was slowly realizing that his attraction to Heero was no fluke. He was truly attracted to the man at his feet and he had no clue how to handle this situation.
He should leave. But to leave Heero here, like this? It would be wrong. It would be cruel to leave this man to rut against whatever he could find. He looked down and sighed audibly at the obviously aroused Heero Yuy, inhaling the smell of his sex and nuzzling intently at the erection trapped inside his pants.
“Heero, I’ve never… I’ve never done anything like this… I don’t know what you want me to do…”
Heero used Duo’s clothing as leverage and stood up. He leaned into Duo and licked a long, wet trail up his neck to his jaw. “I just need you to lay down. I just need… I need to fuck you… I need to come… I can make it good… Please, Duo. God, please help me.”
Duo closed his eyes and let himself be pushed toward the bet, mostly under the power of Heero’s weight leaning against him. His back hit the sheets and he pulled them both fully on the bed, questioning his sanity and his morality even as he helped Heero take of his clothing, the articles falling next to the bed in a heap.
Heero was rubbing against his leg, trying to ease the pressure he felt inside. The friction was hot and even a bit painful, but he would do anything to ease the ache inside. He spread Duo’s legs and moved between them, eyes wild and breath heavy with desire.
“Heero. Heero! We need something….I don’t want to hurt…”
Heero groaned and reached for the nightstand, opening a drawer. Inside there was a little-used bottle of hand lotion. He removed the bottle and nearly tore off the cap in an effort to get some in his hand.
How many times had he dreamt of this? Even just earlier these images flew threw his head as he gave himself unwanted pleasure. He coated his fingers and his erection with the lotion and then moved a finger to Duo’s ass.
Duo hissed and closed his eyes when Heero’s finger entered, rough and unsure. It moved in and out only for a moment before Heero slid another one in, trying hard not to hurt Duo but knowing he had to have relief.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Duo. I don’t want to. I’m sorry, so sorry.”
Duo’s eyes squeezed shut and he tried not to let out how much it burned, how much his ass stung. He kept reminding himself that he was doing this for Heero, because Heero needed help and he needed Heero functional. He held his knees back, opening his ass wider, hoping the position would lead to less pain and more pleasure.
Heero felt Duo’s ass loosening around his fingers, finally accepting his invasion and Duo’s breathing turned from small puffs of air to startled gasps as Heero’s fingers rocked inside of him. Heero squirted more lotion on Duo’s asshole and worked it in, adding a third finger.
His fingers grazed the insides of Duo’s walls, feeling the soft flesh inside, marveling at the warmth that would soon surround his cock. Duo had been reduced to tiny whimpers, and Heero no longer knew if this was pleasure or pain. He only hoped Duo would forgive him in the morning.
Duo held his breath as Heero slowly removed his fingers and positioned his dick at Duo’s entrance. He tried to exhale as Heero pushed in but it came out shaky, nervous, and totally enraptured.
Good God! It felt good to be filled! His ass felt stretched, but Heero’s fingers must have worked him enough that it didn’t hurt so much as make him squirm. He needed Heero to move, to change this feeling and this vulnerability. He moved his hips in a small circle underneath the drugged pilot and was rewarded by Heero sliding slightly out of him, only to slam back inside.
Heero watched through veiled eyes as Duo thrashed underneath him, ecstasy etched on his face. He now knew that he wasn’t hurting Duo but was pleasuring him instead. He leaned down and kissed Duo as he moved in and out, sucking on his tongue and biting his way down his throat. The feeling of Duo around him was an even more potent drug than what OZ had given him and he felt like he was glimpsing heaven as that moist heat worked him and milked him.
Duo found himself shouting obscenities, and thought he heard himself urging Heero on…
“Faster!”
“Harder!”
“Oh God! Heero! Fuck!”
He felt wanton and raw, naked in more ways than one as Heero plowed him and marked his skin with bites and hickeys. It was all sweet and sour, riding that razor edge between wrong and right, pain and pleasure. And just as it seemed that he was going to faint from bliss, Heero changed angles slightly.
Heero felt and heard Duo’s shout as he came, back arched and sticky white come landing on both of them. The ass around him clenched and unclenched, becoming too tight and too hot and too much and he was coming with a scream and a keening cry, sweet release being found inside of his fellow pilot and friend. Hot fluid hitting still-spasming walls and exhaustion quickly following, only allowing for shallow thrusts and deep moans of lingering pleasure in its wake.
*~*~*~*
Hours later Duo woke. He was naked and stuck to the man who had fucked him so thoroughly. Heero was sleeping peacefully now, his face not contorted with rapturous torment anymore. Duo felt his forehead and found the pilot’s temperature to be close to normal. The room smelled of sex, sweat, and lotion.
He attempted to get out of the bed, not knowing if Heero wanted to remember what had happened, or even if he himself wanted to remember it. He was still so confused, so taken by surprise with everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. He felt he needed time to process.
He made it to a standing position and then looked down at Heero. Luminous blue eyes stared back at him, unwavering in their stare but seeming to be in a state of sadness.
Duo pulled on his clothes and headed for the door. Before he walked out of Heero’s room he turned around and gave his fellow pilot a wink.
“You were right, Heero. You did make it good.”
Heero watched with clearer eyes as Duo left the room.
For the first time in twenty-four hours Heero Yuy smiled and said softly:
“I’m glad.”
-The End-