Author: Kiarene
Fandom GW
Pairings: 13 x 5
Rating: R
Warnings: Corny dialogue.
Disclaimer: Sadly, the boys don't belong to me.
But I'm sure they'll have more fun if they did.
Published:
Summary: “Prepare yourself! I have come to challenge you to a duel,
General!” Trieze, Gundam pilot 05 cried.
Trieze Khushrenada: Gundam Pilot 05
Trieze
shimmied up the drainpipe, wincing every time his sword banged against the wall
and made a muffled ‘thud’. Reaching the second storey balcony, he swung himself
over the railing and caught his breath.
The balcony
windows were open, floor-length curtains fluttering in the breeze. The sky
above was very blue and birds chirped. It was a good day for a duel. After a
minute or two, he crept forward and carefully peered in.
The general
was seated in front of his computer, typing away rapidly. He might be preparing
yet another insidious attack on the colonies, or perhaps he was corresponding
with his underlings. The cad! But he was a gorgeous cad, Trieze had to admit as
he admired the silky black locks that cascaded down a broad back, loosely tied
at the nape. The general was dressed casually today; tight worn jeans hugged
narrow hips and slim thighs, and a black sleeveless T-shirt showed off
well-toned arms.
Trieze
drooled a bit more before he remembered his mission.
“Prepare yourself!
I have come to challenge you to a duel, General!” he cried as he leapt forward
dramatically and brandished his sword.
The General
fell out his chair in shock. “Ouch…” Black eyes looked up in confusion.
“…Trieze?”
“Who is
this Trieze? I am pilot 05!” Darn, Trieze knew he should have worn camouflage
or at least covered his face.
The General
blinked and looked baffled. Trieze thought he looked quite cute. “Defend
yourself!” He waved his sword around a bit more.
The Chinese
man shook his head in bemusement and got up. “All right, all right.”
“Do not mock
me! I am perfectly serious!” Trieze barked.
The general
walked across the room and selected a sword from the collection that was
displayed on the wall. Turning around to face Trieze, he hefted the slim blade
and tried to muffle a laugh. “Mmf, I know you are. Unfortunately.”
Trieze
growled in irritation and without further warning, lunged at the other man. But
his thrust was parried easily. The ringing sounds of their blades sung in
Trieze’s ears. Back and forth, they danced, silver flashing between them.
The general
was good, very good. But he was complacent and Trieze pressed his advantage.
With a flick of his wrist and twirl, he sent the other man’s sword flying. He
pointed the tip of his sword against the general’s throat with a smirk. “I win!
Justice prevails!”
The general
sank gracefully to his knees, peering up at him coyly beneath inky lashes. “So
you did. What would you do with me now, pilot 05?”
Trieze
gulped at the breathy tone, loins stirring. Smirking, he lowered his blade. “Well
now. Your life is mine. Perhaps you could try to… persuade me to spare it.”
The general
smiled and leaned forward. Keeping his hands on his lap, he caught hold of the
drawstring of Trieze’s pants with his teeth and pulled. The pants were loose
and slipped to puddle around his ankles.
Trieze caught
his breath when the other man nuzzled his erection, and moaned when lips
mouthed him wetly through his briefs. Damn, the Oz bastard was talented.
“Suck me,”
he commanded.
Using only
his teeth, the black-haired man pulled Trieze’s briefs down and left it bunched
around his thighs. Then, leaning forward, he trailed feather-light kisses and wet
licks, up along the soft skin of the inner thigh and skimming along the tightened
scrotum.
Trieze
groaned again, sinking his fingers into the Chinese man’s hair. His sword
clattered to the floor and his right hand gripped the kneeling man’s shoulder instinctively
as his knees weakened. Strong hands came up to support his hips.
The general
was playing with him, touching him everywhere else but where he really wanted
it. “Such a cock-tease…”
And then
wet heat enveloped the head of his cock, a skilled tongue lashing around the
sensitive skin at the head, and gods, the general could suck a golf ball
through a hose with that mouth. Trieze gasped, moaned, cursed. “Take it, yeah…
Gods…” Hands pulled his briefs down and without the constricting cloth around
his thighs, he spread his legs wider and started to thrust.
The Chinese
man was of a slender build, his features delicate, and the sight of those lips
stretched greedily around his cock, red and glistening, as the general took
more and more of Trieze into his small mouth with every stroke finally sent him
over the edge.
“Fuck…” he
hissed, sinking weakly to his knees, softened cock slipping from the other
man’s mouth.
Wufei
licked his lips. “You know Trieze, there *are* easier ways to get sex.” He stood
up and pulled Trieze up as well, and the two men stumbled to the more
comfortable couch where they fell in a comfortable tangle of limbs.
Trieze
grinned weakly at his husband. “Actually, I was trying to get inspirational
material for my next book. Sex was a bonus. And you were *supposed* to have
defeated me, remember?”
“Gods, I
couldn’t believe we were that corny.” Wufei buried his head into the taller
man’s chest in mortified laughter. Then it hit him.
“Trieze! Don’t
you dare write that down!”
Trieze
hummed. Grinned. Wrapped his arms around husband tightly so that he would not
get smacked. “Could you give me a massage later? I think I pulled a muscle
climbing the balcony.”
“Trieze!”
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