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"Iron Fists "Written By: ELLE and Miss Murdered Disclaimer: If Gundam Wing was ours, there'd be ONE damned cannon kiss. All for fun, fun for all! :D Rating: NC 17 Warnings: post EW, physical violence, m/m sexual
relations, cursing, you know – the typical angsty stuff! Pairings: 1x2x1, Summary: In the world of illegal cage fighting there are no rules and only the strongest survive. It is a world that Duo has been undercover in for over a year and when the Preventers fear he may have gone rogue unexpected back up arrives... Author's Notes: Miss Murdered mentioned this little
inkling to ELLE one day and several weeks later after ELLE's desire
to get into a fight peeked, ELLE asked if they might team up and write
some delicious, sexy fight scenes. All Duo's chapters are Miss Murdered's,
all Heero's are ELLE's. Enjoy! "Iron Fists "
3. Duo had watched Heero Yuy do some dumb shit over the years - watched helplessly as he jumped from a hospital window, saw him self-destruct - some ridiculous faith in orders and saw him take down falling chunks of Libra in some moment of fucking stupid self-sacrifice - but coming here, to his world - to his mission, that was the dumbest thing he'd ever done. Heero wasn't an undercover operative. He was the straight arrow, the type to follow orders, ingrained into him through a childhood of regimes and sterile training labs and damn near brain washing. There was a reason that Duo was an undercover operative and Heero wasn't - hell, there wasn't one, there were many - and now Duo was pissed. Oh, he'd known that Heero would beat Aziz - knew it like he knew that the sun rose and set on earth and that there wasn't a damn god. That certainty he'd held close to his chest. If Duo had been able to win a few fights then he knew that Heero could no matter which opponent Kerrigan had picked. "He's good," the voice said behind him. Duo felt the breath on the back of his neck and tried not to flinch at the close proximity. Never show fucking weakness to men like Kerrigan - it was important to be deferential, maybe a little bit spunky - but don't let him see a moment of weakness. "You saw him - he don't need me." That was the best way to play it - to say that Heero didn't need damn training. To keep the distance between them as best as they could in this freaking place. Heero would be put into the barracks where all the fighters lived and Duo had upgraded to a room of his own months ago - after watching blood spray and fists crushing into bodies until it looked like nothing more than meat. It was hardly an upgrade; a tiny, shitty, rotten smelling room that made deep space prison facilities look charming - and he'd done time in one of those. But at least he could keep his distance. Didn't think he could sleep in the same room without something slipping. Fuck. Why did they have to send Heero? He expected they'd send someone - taking too long and he'd missed his last check in by days but he expected Wufei. He expected someone in the undercover unit at the very least. Not damn Heero. He could try and ignore him but the size of the venue and the barracks and the general colony structure meant there was only so far he could go and plus he had his cover to maintain. Fuck again. Duo could try and ignore Heero but after watching just one fight a flood of suppressed feelings had surged under his skin and even though his body, his eyes and his mouth gave jack shit away, his emotions were like an out of control rollercoaster. He felt the caustic anger that only Heero could provoke in him. Heero had all the ammo. Knew how to use it. Then there was the desire, that need, that stupid want that came with having fucked around with someone in every imaginable way and seeing them in the flesh for the first time in too damn long. And Heero was half naked. Sweaty. In a damn cage. And the slickness of the walls and the dense smell of bodies and testosterone and raw masculinity and everything about the situation brought that feeling of want. And it wasn't the place or the time for those feelings. Kerrigan couldn't know. No one could know. It was a stupid move on Une's part, the fucking Preventers' part and on Heero for damn agreeing to take this role. "You work with him," Kerrigan said. "He's good... but I need him to be the fucking best." He was sure that Kerrigan didn't need to stand that close to him but he resisted the urge to elbow the guy in the stomach or worse. "Fine," he replied through gritted teeth. Duo could hear that he sounded petulant, childish even as he looked at Heero not playing up for the crowd as he should - blood dripping down his face, the lip was split, the nose bleeding - and as Duo appraised his injuries, their damn eyes met. He couldn't help it, never could, as it was when Heero looked him dead in the eyes, those eyes that were just too blue or something, that was when he always lost it. Lost reason. Lost a semblance of control. Those eyes never showed much, always so cold and always so piercing but now they showed something. Maybe an apology for this. Hell, not an apology. Heero didn't do apologies. Duo didn't apologise. Maybe just something else, longing, maybe. Need? It had been a long time. Duo didn't consider Heero when he took undercover work. That wasn't quite true - he did, a little as he knew it wasn't the healthiest way to be in a relationship when one half gets a mission file and leaves for months on end without contact. But he'd never promised Heero anything. Never promised him he'd be there at his side at all times. Never promised him commitment and living together and buying groceries and sharing space. Yeah, he knew it was love because only love could drive him this crazy - only love could be this much of a mindfuck. It was love - just their own twisted and badly choreographed version. "I'll go play nice," Duo said as Heero's eyes left his to exit the cage and the crowd's response was a mix of applause and jeers. The punters hadn't decided whether they liked Heero yet. Maybe once he had a nickname, learnt how to look like he gave a damn and tried a little... flair, then maybe the crowd could like him. Duo almost wanted to groan at the idea - trying to persuade Heero to play up to the crowd would be like trying to sell ice to Eskimos or something. He was totally fucked. "You do that," Kerrigan said. Duo made his way through the crowd who were starting to disperse a little in the break between bouts. There was a palpable disappointment in the air. Aziz was a crowd favourite and a lot of money would've been bet on his win. Hell, if Duo didn't know Heero, he would've bet against him - but then he'd been on the receiving end of that body too many damn times whether it was being punched in the gut or pushed down to a bed. He knew what those hands could do. By the time he was able to shove his way to anywhere near the proximity of the cage, Heero had slipped out of the main venue and was probably in the back room for patch up. He went through the doors passing a couple of heavies who protected the fighters from the occasionally over-zealous members of the crowd. Duo was sure that a few would probably like to kick Heero's ass depending on how much money they'd lost and they let him pass. Being a guy with a braid had certain advantages - people recognised him on sight and didn't give him shit. Though he supposed none of Kerrigan's crew would give him shit now as he stalked to the back room. The fighters and other gang members didn't try to engage him in conversation as he passed - all knew him well enough to see the black cloud following him - knew he was close to flipping. Probably what had made him a good fighter in the cage. That temper. That fire. Hell, people had learnt that about him, damn did they learn. The ones that had got the full brunt of it had been the fighters and Kerrigan's less than smart goons that had made an attempt to touch his hair. He used to get pissy enough when Heero used it as a leash during sex but when Heero's cock was balls deep up his ass he let it slide... any other person, any other time? Fuck no. He reached the med room and managed to open the door with an impressive slam. Heero didn't look startled and he didn't give anything away. It wasn't Jim patching him up and Wade was long gone - probably to what worked as a make-shift infirmary - it was one of the least threatening looking of Kerrigan's crew who looked like he was trying to help patch him up but didn't seem to be succeeding. Duo could see that blood had already congealed and at least the nose wasn't broken. Heero's face was far too pretty for a broken nose. He thought about making a damn joke but he was flaming pissed so humour got bypassed. "Get outta here." Duo spoke with enough authority that the crewmember got skittish and moved to leave, putting down cotton swabs that he'd not been allowed to use. Heero was the fucking worst patient anyway - he remembered being called to Preventer HQ after he'd returned from a field assignment and having to stop Heero from growling at nurses and threatening to kill anyone with a needle. And he'd been at least a little sedated at the time. And shot. And had a broken arm. Seemed like having next of kin on those forms allowed for some fun times. Heero didn't do being touched by strangers. The crewmember left, quickly closing the door behind him and leaving them, at least briefly, alone. Duo could only look for a moment, glanced at him up and down, saw him in damn spandex again - half expected to see those ugly sneakers but his feet were bare - a good move in the cage. He let his eyes trace back upwards, scanning that familiar body, abs, nipples erect from the slight chill in the air, up to throat, jaw, face and damn eyes. He didn't look like he needed stitches. There was so much that Duo wanted to say right then as they stood in that room, three steps apart, but only three words came to mind. "What the fuck?" Duo wanted to shout, he wanted to scream but his voice was low, steady and calm. Screaming would draw attention and despite the noise from the crowd there was always that suspicion, that caution that only years of working undercover could bring, and Duo didn't want this conversation overheard. Really didn't want anyone to know anything or see anything or think they saw anything between them. It would be too fucking suspicious that out of all the illegal fighting dens in all the damn earth sphere his lover would end up in his. It would make it seem planned. It would make him seem like a snitch. Too convenient. "Une sent me." If Duo was angry before, he was angrier now. They doubted him. After everything they doubted him - all the years and all the jobs and all the damn things he'd sacrificed for the Preventers and they now thought it was when he'd gone rogue. Stepped over. Done like his stupid psyche profile said - snapped back into the world of crime like someone with his aversions to authority was expected to do. Like they thought he was on a lovely vacation and was enjoying the blood and sweat and isolation of being in this shit hole. "They think I've gone rogue." It wasn't a question. He didn't need to ask. That's why they sent Heero - someone who knew him. Knew him intimately and who he couldn't bullshit or hide from. Remembered all those years ago when they were told that they could never work together as they compromised each other or some shit. Now they were using their relationship like a test of Duo's loyalty. "Your reports have been erratic." "Erratic? Fucking look at this place. This ain't standing outside the Princess' room at the motherfucking Ritz. I don't get chance to write dinky little reports. I ain't a standard field agent." Heero didn't react at the attempt to belittle his own role within the Preventers. "You didn't meet the contact window." "I was fucking busy." He folded his arms across his chest and blew his hair out of his eyes. They didn't allow simple shit like cell phones or laptops in the colony - all the paranoia of a criminal gang. The crowd knew that and those that didn't got them smashed when they entered the arena. To make a contact window, he had to get to somewhere with a connection and that was not easy even with his stealth skills. Duo avoided Heero's eyes for a second. "You think I've gone rogue?" "No." There was that certainty. No fucking hesitation. Not an instant where Heero looked unsure. "I've been gone a long time," Duo said, returning to look directly at his bloody face. "You wouldn't." "That simple, huh?" He took a step forward closing the gap between them, his pulse increasing, his blood pumping, reached out across a gap that wasn't just distance but a gap of days and months - years. "I missed you." Damn, it sounded pathetic when he said it out loud - all chicky and girly and shit. They didn't do feelings well. Duo found his hand stopping, knowing that they couldn't do anything in the confines of this room - no lock and it was too suspicious and if he touched Heero he didn't really know how much self-control he had. It had been a long time and his right hand had been no comparison for an aggressive lover. No fucking match for that passion or intensity. It had been far too long since that frantic night before he'd left - twisting in sheets and just taking what they needed from each other before he slung the duffle bag over his shoulder and didn't say goodbye. Goodbye sucked. "I gotta go - you patch yourself up and I'll see you to train in the morning - gotta keep this fucking charade up, yanno?" Heero didn't give him much chance to make his retreat - to do the sensible thing and just get the hell out of the room - before his back hit the metal wall and lips met his own, clumsily, all teeth and blood and bumping of noses. Duo opened his mouth and met Heero's tongue, fighting back to regain a bit of control over the kiss rather than just be crushed by it, hell, all thought of how they couldn't fucking do this was fading as he felt the pull of inpatient hands at the leather belt and felt himself almost smirking as he felt the tell-tale bulge encased in stupid spandex. It was going too damn quick but it needed to be damn quick. The next fighter would be getting his ass kicked and they didn't need to walk in on Duo getting his ass fucked so when Heero undid his zipper and reached for his cock, Duo reciprocated, moving hands down abs that he wanted to trail his tongue down but had no fucking time, to the waistband and carefully stretched the material over Heero's dripping hard dick. There was a trick to getting a hard on out of spandex and it was something Duo had learnt - he tugged on that cock, the familiar feel and weight of it in his palm. He wanted time to kneel down and lick, suck and taste cum on his lips, wanted to spend time on Heero's body and remember where he was damn sensitive. Wanted the time but as they weren't going to get that, all he wanted was to be fucked. "We have to be fucking quick," Duo panted. "Turn around." The instruction went straight to his cock making him feel even harder. It was too damn long. He slid denim down his legs, removing one leg to allow access - they'd done this enough times to know he had to make this as easy as possible - and he turned towards the metal of the wall placing his hands against the cold surface. As much as his hand wanted to drift downwards, he was close to coming from Heero's hand and he wanted to come from a quick hard fuck rather than his own hand. Heero had found the Vaseline and Duo was grateful for their location - he probably had nothing like lube in his own room and he was pretty sure this first fuck was going to have some pain with the pleasure. "Fuck..." he hissed. One finger had entered his body and he felt himself tense - the unexpected sensation making him feel like a fucking virgin again. That ship had sailed long ago but here he was trembling slightly and sweating as one slick finger probed. "Relax." He wanted to bite back at Heero that it was a long time since he'd done this and even though in masturbation he occasionally finger fucked himself, it just wasn't the same. To attempt to distract, Heero's hand travelled over to his nipples, teasing through the thin material of his t-shirt and using the cotton to create some friction. It worked a little as the second finger was added and he could feel the scissoring motion and the slight relaxing of his muscles. He could feel Heero groan at the sensation around his fingers knowing that would be where his cock would be in a few moments. Duo took a deep breath as he felt the third finger, lubed up and while Heero was bigger than three fingers, it was enough and he could hear the sound of the crowd and was getting paranoid that the next fighter could be here at any moment. "Fuck me already." It seemed Heero didn't need telling again, Duo looked over his shoulder to see Heero use the Vaseline to coat his erection and then he spread his ass cheeks to begin pushing in. Duo squeezed his eyes shut and tried not to make much damn noise as that feeling - that stinging, that filling, that stretching overwhelmed him. He could tell Heero was having some trouble controlling himself - his breath was hot on the back of his neck as he tried to take him slowly, pushing in an inch at a time and resisting the urge to plunge himself to the hilt. "You're so fucking tight." "No one since you, baby." The excruciating mix of pain and pleasure washed over them both, both chests heaving as Heero's cock was fully embedded within Duo and they stalled for a moment, unable or unwilling to move. Their relationship had never been the most functional but this - fucking - was where they fit together. Where they worked. The first experimental movement of Heero's hips felt uncomfortable but then he started to move a little more, pulling out, to push back in with more force and then it started to become more about pleasure than the hint of pain that remained. "Fuck me hard, 'Ro." He grunted into Duo's ear and then complied - thrusting harder and faster into Duo's body and he braced an arm around his chest to stabilise him as he rocked into him, his cock meeting that spark of nerves inside that made Duo swear under his breath as he tried not to make the noises he damn well wanted to make. Wanted to scream, wanted to make Heero know how he wanted it - hard, fast, without poetry and romance - but he was incoherent anyway as Heero began to hit that spot on every other thrust and it was just too fucking good to last. The intensity of it was driving him crazy and he wanted to come now and the noise from outside was changing and it took a moment to register that the PA was announcing a winner and the crowd was cheering and they were fucking when someone could walk in. "Shit," he swore and Heero seemed to understand as his hand grabbed his cock roughly. A thumb went to the head to the slit to gather pre-cum and then Heero's hand quickly stroked in time to his own quickening thrusts. A few hard strokes and another hit to the prostate was all it took for Duo to come hard against the wall, an orgasm like he'd not had in years being ripped from him by the man he fucking loved in his own twisted way. He didn't shout in the moment of ecstasy, just rode out the wave as Heero thrust a few more times but they were shallow and jerky movements as he was too close and it was too much and too long. Duo felt Heero's release deep inside and the final few moments as hot sticky fluid spilled into him. They had five seconds of post-orgasmic high and limpness before they needed to get dressed and not look like they'd done what they'd just done. Heero's spandex was on the floor and he grabbed them, pulling them up as Duo had no choice but to pull up boxers and jeans even with a stream of cum dribbling from his ass. The wall needed to be cleaned and Heero had found a towel and threw it across the room. Duo used it and decided to just throw it in the trash that was full of bloody bandages and cotton swabs and then looked back at Heero. "We can't do this again. If Kerrigan finds out we have a connection... it'll compromise both of us." Heero only nodded. Maybe he knew that he had to follow Duo's lead here - that this was Duo's mission and he had been here a long time and needed to maintain the cover. "I'll see you in the gym in the morning," Duo said, leaving the med room and Heero and the lingering smell of sex. The whole job had been a bad one from the start. Now it had just got a whole lot more complicated. Fuck indeed.
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