A Mission of a Different Caliber: Something New and Different
by Veste Notus
Heero was nodding off. Ordinarily, the Perfect Soldier wouldn’t dare to even *think* of doing something so taboo during a mission, but, alas, Heero had no choice. He was posing undercover as one of those lackadaisical students whose love of school was derived only from the sleep-inducing ‘air’ those daily lessons seemed to have.
Yep. Good ol’ Hee-chan was to be a grade-A, genuine slacker. Under normal circumstances (as in, if Heero were a NORMAL person), such a mission would be considered ‘no sweat’ or even… ‘fun’! But this was not the case for your atypical workaholic… a.k.a. Heero Yuy.
“Maxwell!”
Heero work up with a start and bumped his knee on his desk. Crowds of people around him started giggling as the professor stared down at Heero with a long wooden ruler in hand.
“Enjoying your nap, Maxwell?” the teacher sneered in wicked delight.
Heero nodded sheepishly in perfect imitation of the boy whose identity he stole.
“Yessir. Quite enjoying myself.” he added defiantly before kicking his feet up onto the desk and leaning back on his chair, ready to fall asleep again.
A loud *crack* followed by an even louder *thud* pierced the silence of the room. The professor’s ruler lay in two pieces, smashed against the desk. Heero on the other hand lay on the floor, so startled by the loud sound that he tumbled backward out of his chair.
“MAXWELL! PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE… NOW!” the professor roared, his angry red face turning almost purple from suppressed frustration. Without even caring, Heero picked himself up off the floor and stalked off to the principal’s office.
//So far… so good…//
Heero sat on the bench outside the principal’s office – he was getting really bored really fast. He sat there for what seemed like hours, staring off into space and fidgeting with the stuff around him… his jacket… a pencil… Duo’s braid…
//WHAT!?!//
“You know, you’re lucky I’m wired that way, else you’d be sportin’ a black eye there, buddy.”
Heero threw the end of the braid back at its owner and leapt in surprise off the bench.
“What are you doing here?!” he nearly yelled.
Duo shook his head and laughed.
“Sleeping in class. You?”
Heero glared. “That’s not what I meant, baka.” he said through clenched teeth, grabbing his seat back down next to Duo.
“I’ve come to relieve you of your post, captain!” Duo said in a mocking tone. This earned him yet another glare… with a hint of a smile?! Duo thought he was hallucinating. He blinked and the smile was gone.
//Too bad, buddy. You’re cute when you do that.//
*******
Heero didn’t say a word to Duo until they got into Duo’s Ford and onto the highway.
“Why did you get me?” he suddenly asked. Duo glanced at him quickly and gripped the steering wheel harder.
“Just felt like it…” he half whispered. He suddenly shook his head and laughed. “A joke, Hee-kun!” He laughed again. “J assigned us on a new, more… *productive* mission…”
“Yeah?”
Duo nodded. They drove another ten miles before Heero’s curiosity got the better of him.
“And what would that mission be?”
Duo laughed a third time, though a little more nervously. “I’ll tell ya later, okay Heero?” Heero swore there was an adorable blush tingeing his cheeks…
//…wait… adorable…?//
Heero swallowed hard. //It’s okay to think this way…// he mentally reasoned. //Duo does… why can’t I? We’ve kissed before too! Dammit! It’s OKAY for me to think Duo Maxwell’s adorable!//
“Hey, what’s on your mind, pal?” Duo asked suddenly, jolting Heero slightly. “Eeeeaasy, boy. It was just a question!” Duo said through a laugh.
Heero felt stupid.
“Pull over, Duo.” he said quietly.
“Why?! We have a destination to reach, yanno?!” Duo whined. Heero merely glared. “Look. Whatever’s on your mind, tell me now, Heero.” Duo said firmly, eyes darting back and forth from Heero’s profile to the road.
“You kissed me.” Heero mumbled softly, looking anywhere but at Duo. He didn’t know what to expect. Inwardly, he both anticipated and dreaded a second kiss from the braided boy. //It certainly would clear up a lot of confusion at least!// Heero thought. Maybe he would like it just as much as the first time…
Laughter was NOT on Heero’s list of assumed responses from Duo Maxwell.
“You’re still tweaked about that, huh, Hee-chan?” Duo barely got out through his fits of laughter. “Don’t you worry. I learned my lesson!” Duo emphatically raised his hands in promise, but then quickly brought them back down to the steering wheel. “I swear I’ll never make a pass on you again, okay?”
//NO! MAKE ANOTHER ATTEMPT! DO IT NOW!// Heero’s mind screamed, but no sound came out. Brains don’t have mouths, you see. He’d finally got up the nerve to protest when Duo suddenly made a sharp turn.
They pulled in the ‘Heart O’the City’ Motel parking lot and collected their belongings. There were four suitcases in total: three belonging to Duo and one belonging to Heero.
“Hn. When are you going to tell me what the mission is, baka?” Heero snorted as he dragged along two of Duo’s suitcases. Duo brought in his third suitcase and left Heero’s in the car, claiming he “wouldn’t need it.”
Duo checked them in and soon the two boys found themselves standing outside a shabby looking room labeled room ‘195’. Entering, Heero threw Duo’s suitcases on the bed and rubbed his sore muscles. Whatever was in those suitcases was… heavy!
“What do you have in there, *weights*?!” Heero yelled sarcastically.
Duo’s face went deadpan. “How did you know?”
“…baka…” Heero rolled his eyes. “Why do we have weights? This better be for the mission…”
“Indirectly, it is, Hee-chan.” Duo retorted happily. We need to look and be in good form for tonight…”
“Why? What are we doing?”
“You’ll see…” Duo teased, running his finger down Heero’s arm. Suddenly he pulled the straying digit away. “G-gomen, Heero. I *swear* I forgot!”
Duo set to weight training as Heero’s mind shouted some very colorful phrases at Duo’s ‘promise’ not to hit on him.
Heero began stretching to warm up his muscles. All the while, he would cast very-distinctly-lustful glances at the American pilot. Heero couldn’t think of any other word than ‘delicious’, which, by the way, startled him a little at first.
//Okay… adorable I can handle. It’s for a guy to think another is ‘cute’… but I’m POSITIVE ‘delicious’ is crossing over some heterosexual boundary there…//
Duo threw off his t-shirt to cool off, allowing a very tantalizing view of his rippling muscles.
//Screw the boundaries… he’s just plain *hot*!//
A few hours later saw a freshly showered and primed Heero and Duo standing in a towel and bathrobe (respectively) in front of the bed.
Heero blushed. He would have loved to try that ‘kiss’ thing again, if he had the guts to initiate it. However, curiosity for the mission totally overrode his desire to… desire Duo…
“What’s all this, Duo?” he asked, staring at the pile of what he presumed to be clothes. Sure enough, two sets of sleeveless, swoop-necked midriff shirts were laid out on the tacky motel bed sheets. The shirts were identical save for their color – one was entirely snow-white, the other, ebony-black. Beside them were matching hotpants and matching thongs.
“Meet your mission, Hee-kun.”
“Oh bloody hell…”
*******
Heero was unusually silent in the car. It was horribly upsetting to Duo. Here he was, dishing out money for their goddamn mission, and Heero was giving him the ‘cold-shoulder’. Duo pouted. He even bought them pure black and pure white trench coats to get them into the club without hassle.
Of course, it didn’t really matter. They were to be the main attraction anyway.
Heero shifted uncomfortably. //There’s NO comfortable way to wear these things!// he thought, long having given up with the ‘permanent wedgie his white thong gave him. He felt awful inside, and not just because of what he was about to do. Heero swallowed hard. He didn’t often do this, but…
“Thank you, Duo.” Heero mumbled seemingly out of nowhere.
“No problem…” Duo responded automatically. Giving it a second thought, he added the ever important, “What for?”
“I assume you bought these for the mission?” he replied, indicating his trendy and formfitting (as well as VERY sexy) apparel.
Duo nodded. Heero tried to give a smile. “I’ll pay you back then.” Heero began.
“Won’t accept it, thanks.” Duo said automatically. “Sorry Heero, but I did this on my own, so don’t mention it. It’s just somethin’ I did. Don’t you worry about paying me back.”
“Don’t be ridiculous!” Heero snapped. “This has to have cost *something*! I’m going to pay you back for it, got that?”
“No!” Duo yelled back. He calmed himself before continuing. “You don’t have to, Heero.” Duo suddenly grinned very smugly. //I’ll get my payment in due time…// he thought, letting his mind wander to the very hentai activities that the night promised.
*******
“I am *not* going in there!” Heero growled while delivering his patented ‘Death Glare’.
Duo returned the glare with a placating look. “Come on, Heero. You have to learn to dance! You don’t want to jeopardize the mission, do you?”
Heero narrowed his eyes. “Baka. This is a male strip club.”
Duo winked. “Yeah. So?” Duo threw off his trench coat and stepped inside the club. Heero could only follow suit, watching the American pilot’s ass shake deliciously as he moseyed his way to the back of the club.
//There’s that word ‘delicious’ again…// Heero mentally groaned.
In the back room, Heero reluctantly removed his white trench coat, blessing Duo the sight of his scantly clad form. Duo whistled at him, making Heero blush furiously.
“Now what *is* this mission, Duo?” Heero suddenly inquired, realizing that he still did not know.
Duo stared Heero down, making him feel like he was being devoured with those amethyst eyes. “Operative one: do what I do, after I finish doing it.” Duo growled out rather sexily before leaving the back room to get on the stage.
Alone in the tiny room, Heero could hear a wave of cat-calls suddenly emerge. //No way… He can’t be…// Heero threw on the ‘nearest coat’, Duo’s black trench coat, and literally bolted out to the main room.
After all, he didn’t want to miss the show.
Duo was already in full beat with the music, dancing languidly and very, very sensually to the erotic beat. Every move he made, every pose he assumed, grabbed more and more at Heero’s attention until he was so enthralled by the dance that Ozies could have shot him eight times in the back and he wouldn’t have noticed.
On stage, Duo was the very image of sex. The way his hands moved all over his body, groping himself as Heero wanted to grope… Heero startled himself to find him growling over Duo, his knuckles white from gripping at Duo’s coat in an effort to restrain himself.
But Duo kept going, slowly lifting his shirt up and over his head to reveal a pale, well toned chest with two very pert, dusty pink nipples. Heero’s mouth went dry. This really *was* going to be a show… a very, *very* interesting one at that! Heero’s eyes bugged as Duo wrapped a nearly nude leg around a pole and pressed his hot body against the cold metal. His hair following like a tail behind him, Duo began near thrusting against the vertical shaft, causing Heero’s thought to go a little immoral…
Okay… very hentai…
Duo swung his shirt around his head for a mock show before throwing it to the audience, where bouncers had to rush over to break up the fight for it. Heero watched as Duo’s skin began to gleam from exertion of the dance. He felt a tingle in his groin… he looked down.
//Thought so.// he mentally noted, as his suspicions about his physical state were confirmed. //I want Duo... NOW!//
But alas, so did every one else in the club whose eyes were hopelessly glued to that beautiful boy shake his goods, now free of the hotpants. Duo held on to these though, careful not to start another fight.
Duo lost himself in the music, fueled by the mental image of Heero watching him. So what if he rigged the mission? At least he was having fun, right? He decided not to care too much about how much Heero was going to kick his ass when he found out the whole ‘mission’ thing was a hoax. Of course, part of Duo wouldn’t mind a good ass-kicking… or rather, ass-slapping… or rather…
Duo grinned devilishly and wound up the dance. With a tasteful smack to his rear, Duo winked at the crowd and blew a kiss, one intended for Heero.
Duo mentally shrugged. //It couldn’t hurt. Worse comes to worse, I can say I was aiming for someone else!//
Heero didn’t waste any time. He ran to the back room, anxious to get there before Duo.
As luck would have it, the room was still empty when he arrived. Duo thrust the door open, his face still flushed from having just preformed. He hadn’t at all expected Heero to be there, yet there he stood.
“Enjoy the show?” Duo asked playfully, trying to keep things light. Heero mumbled something that Duo didn’t catch. It sounded rough and gravely. //Shit… he’s mad at me!//
Suddenly, Duo felt Heero push him none to gently into a hard metal chair. Duo closed his eyes, expecting a punch, but none came.
He tentatively opened his eyes to find the Wing pilot’s leg outstretched and resting over his shoulder, his ankle balanced on the back of the chair. Heero’s other leg was on the other side of Duo’s knees, putting Heero in a pseudo-straddle position on Duo’s lap.
Duo inhaled sharply as Heero put his hands on Duo’s shoulders and began to gyrate his hips. //Oh…my…gods…//
Duo’s face went crimson as Heero’s bare leg traveled down his arm and wrapped around his back, pulling him down onto the braided boy. Yes, Heero found wood down there.
Encouraged by Duo’s reactions, Heero rocked his hips against the boy beneath him, drawing out loud gasps as his hands explored Duo’s naked chest. Heero’s mouth vivaciously attacked Duo’s neck and shoulders as they continued rocking against one another.
Passion kept them going as Duo sat up and brought Heero to the linoleum floor and threw off his shirt, shorts, and finally, his thong.
“Sorry, babe.” Duo growled. “I made this mission up.”
“I know.” was the only response before Heero wrapped his legs around Duo’s waist and kissed him hard. Still kneeling on all fours over Heero, Duo’s hands groped for his trench coat, tongue sparing with Heero’s until he found his quarry.
Duo suckled Heero’s bottom lip before pulling away and searching his coat pockets, producing a tube of lubricant. Heero gave a gentle nod and slid between Duo’s legs.
The sound of tearing cloth filled the room. Duo looked down into Heero’s hungry eyes, then to his apparently hungry mouth, wherein laid the remnants of Duo’s black thong.
“Need you” Heero growled as he coated his fingers with the cool gel. He felt back to the cold floor and began working his own fingers into his tight passage.
It felt glorious to touch himself, but he knew it would feel so much better in just a few moments.
Duo took in to show. It was *way* better than any show he could ever see at the club. Duo lubed himself up as he watched Heero pleasure himself.
“Gods… I’m ready, Duo. Go for it!” Heero moaned.
Duo happily obliged impaling the Japanese boy not a second later. He paused to regain composure.
“Heero! GODS!” he panted out. “Am I hurting you? Are you sure you want this? Should I stop now before we both regret it??”
Heero shook his head emphatically and began thrusting back shallowly against Duo. The movements drove Duo’s insane and soon, he lived up to the phrase ‘drilling someone into the floor’.
With barely contained desire and ecstasy, Duo finished Heero off with several rapid strokes to his length. Crying out his release, Heero arched his back and rode the waves of pleasure as Duo climaxed within him and fell back, sated.
Their limbs were tangled and their hands were clasped with one another’s. When they finally came to, all they could do was look at each other, laugh embarrassedly, and look away.
“I can’t believe we just did that.” Heero chuckled out.
Duo looked down at the mess on the floor. “Me neither. You certainly seemed to enjoy yourself!” he said, while they cleaned themselves up with some towels in the room.
“Look who’s talking!” Heero retorted playfully, slipping back on his thong and shorts.
Duo dressed too, mildly noting that he had to put on Heero’s clothes – the Japanese boy had stolen his black garb for himself. Duo laughed aloud at the fact. Heero blushed, but continued to throw on the black midriff shirt.
Throwing his arms over Duo’s shoulders in a light hug, Heero pressed his forehead against Duo’s, their noses barely touching. “Thank you, Duo.”
“No problem.” He paused. “What for?”
Heero kissed Duo, pleasantly, slowly. “For being you, you damned baka!” They donned their trench coats and left the club together, laughing, arm in arm.
On the other side of the one-way glass windows, two Ozies were being arrested by none other than Quatre and Trowa.
“Who would have thought Heero and Duo would be the diversion?” Quatre giggled as he placed handcuffs on one of the shady men.
Trowa shrugged. “Then again, it was damned pot-luck that we should happen to have trailed these guys all the way here… I still can’t believe Heero would go to a place like this, with Duo no less!”
“That just goes to show you how much he cares about Duo.” Quatre swooned. “He’d be willing to risk his comfort for Duo’s happiness.” the blonde added with a giggle.
Trowa finished cuffing the second Ozie and the two led the traitors out of the club and into the night.
It seems there was a mission to be had after all.
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