"This is some escape plan," I commented dryly, my voice just above a whisper.

"You saying you'd rather be back in that cell? Give me some credit for getting us this far."

Duo's body pressed against me, pinning me back against the wall. His fingers curled in my tank top and started pulling it over my head.

"Duo... what are you doing now?" I asked, lifting my arms to let him remove the shirt anyway. He must've had some plan to get out of there that involved being shirtless, because when he pressed up against me again, I noticed that his shirt was gone as well.

"Just taking care of something," he muttered, his mouth quite close to my neck. I could feel him press his groin up against my hip, heat pulsing out of his jeans in the definite shape of an erection.

Before I could stop him, Duo's right hand was down the front of my shorts, fingers squeezing my my dick and playing with my balls a bit. His teeth closed around my earlobe, wet tongue licking over the loose cartillage in a way that made my whole body shudder.

"Duo, wha--!"

A hand closed over my mouth, muffling the rest of what I had to say. "Shhh!" he hissed at me. "There are people outside, remember?" He took his hand off my mouth, using it to tilt my head back so he could lick over my Adam's apple.

Before I could stop myself, I was hard in his palm. "What does this have to do with getting out of here?" I whispered, my breath growing shaky as my hips started moving on their own to push into his grip.

"I just need to take care of this first. I can't think straight when I'm horny."

I was having trouble thinking myself at that point. Duo's hands pushed my shorts down to my knees, having to use his foot to get them to my ankles because the closet was too narrow to bend over in. I heard him unzip his jeans, the belt buckle jingling softly as he pushed them down his thighs.

He gripped the back of my right knee, pulling my foot out of my shorts and wrapping that leg around his hip. His body pressed against me hard, our erections grinding together between our bellies and making both of us bite our lips to muffle pleasured moans. His hips bucked quickly, his head buried in the crook of my neck as he rubbed off against me.

Everywhere I touched him felt like fire, my fingers burning as they clutched his back, his shoulders. My neck was smoldering under the wet flicks of his tongue that followed every sharp nibble he took on my skin. With trepidation I lowered my hands to his ass, gripping the cheeks lightly to feel the muscles flex. Duo grunted, pushing against me harder like he was trying to make an exit by pounding me through the wall. Every nerve along my cock was ablaze as the smooth skin of his stomach rubbed against its underside, the feeling of his erection pressed beside mine making the experience unexplainably more intense.

The small closet began to stink of our sweat and pre-semenal fluids. I clutched Duo's ass a bit tighter, feeling the tingling sensation of orgasm building behind my testicles. Too soon, though, he tensed against me, muffling a groan in my neck as heat and dampness hit my belly. His rocking stopped, his whole body going still except for the shaky expansion and retraction of his chest. After about ten seconds he pushed off of me. I saw him groping in the darkness for something, and finally he found what looked like a rag, using it to wipe his stomach and dick off. He pulled up his jeans and slid his arms back into his shirt.

"I'll create a distraction. So finish up and get out of here quick, okay?" He smoothed his shirt back down and pried a panel off the wall next to the door. In under a couple seconds he'd rewired the lock; the door slid open and he ran out.

When the door shut again, I was left alone in the dark. My hand wrapped around my dick almost instinctually, still hard and slightly wet around the tip. I could feel Duo's semen cooling on my stomach and I reached out to grab the rag he used. It turned out that he had cleaned himself on my tank top. Sighing quietly, I wiped myself off with the shirt and pulled my shorts back up. I still had my erection, it was actually kind of painful to be that aroused and not reach orgasm, but the sexual urge had left me. All I wanted to do was get the hell out of there.

There was the soft bass rumble of an explosion and I took that as my cue that Duo was doing something reckless to draw attention to himself. I wired the door open and snuck out.

That night at my safe house, I lay in bed thinking about what had happened. Duo had sent me a message saying he was all right and that all had gone according to plan. I had to wonder if that meant getting me inside that closet was part of his plan as well. It certainly seemed that way considering he had known how to get out the entire time.

My hand closed around my soft dick, rubbing it the way Duo had rubbed it when he put his hand in my shorts. I tilted my head back, almost able to feel his mouth on my throat if I thought about it hard enough. I'd never experienced sexuality with another person before, but generally I had to say it was enjoyable with Duo.

I was hard, the skin of my dick still tender and a little raw from being so roughly rubbed against. I turned over on my belly, grabbing a pillow and setting it length-wise between my legs. I clutched another pillow with my arms, burying my face in it to muffle the moans as I began to rock my hips.

I thought about Duo; did he get himself off like this? I closed my eyes and tried to imagine him naked on a bed, those tight, smooth cheeks I'd had my hands on raising and lowering rhythmically as he humped against his pillow. My left hand dropped over the side of my mattress, groping blindly on the floor until it found a wadded up mass of cloth. I brought the balled shirt to my face, stuffing my nose into it and moaning loudly at the pungent scent of Duo's semen. I opened the soiled wad of fabric, looking at the dried, white streaks on it. My cheeks flushed, my hips pumping faster as I ran my tongue over one, tasting the salty, bitter flavor that was Duo.

Wadding the shirt back up, I pushed my face into the clean side so I could inhale him on every breath. My mind went back to watching him in my fantasy, fixated on the sight of his fair skin glistening with sweat as he grunted and rubbed against his pillow. But it wasn't a pillow anymore; it was me under him. He was lying over my back, arms wrapped around my chest as he slid his dick back and forth against my ass. I bit into the fabric of my shirt, actually able now to feel the heat of his erection rubbing up and down between my cheeks as lust blurred the line between reality and fantasy.

His breath was hot on my neck, not licking this time, just biting everywhere his mouth could reach. His body was like fire on top of mine, our sweat making his chest glide back and forth as he ground his cock against me. I was going to come this time, every muscle in my body tensing up for the final release. Just as it happened I felt Duo stiffen against me, his breath whispering my name as hot semen coated my back. I arched where he came on me and shouted my choked moan, spilling pent up fluids onto the pillow between my legs.

I lay in the mess of my release for moments, quivering now and then with a shuddering aftershock of nerve impulses running up my spine. I'd never felt an orgasm as powerful as that. My brain stem was searing, my conscious awareness foggy. I couldn't even get my eyes to focus properly when I opened them again.

It took less than a minute to recover, and when I rolled off my pillow, I found that I'd ejaculated almost twice what a normal release would be for me. I sat up with a tired sigh, my muscles feeling tense still and not immediately cooperating, making me stumble on the way to the bathroom.

When I came back, I picked up the dirty shirt Duo had cleaned himself with. I folded it as neatly as possible, keeping the stains on the inside, and tucked it away in my underwear drawer. I had intended earlier just to wash it, but now it seemed I might be able to use it for something else.

I pulled the wet pillow case off and wadded it up, dropping it on the floor by the bed.

I didn't spend any time thinking about what I had just done. Masturbation and fantasizing were normal parts of healthy sexual development. The implications of whom I had been fantasizing about and what I was masturbating with weren't relevant under that premise. What had happened was nothing out of the ordinary, and I went to sleep telling myself that.

Archivist's note: Corazon answered a request for the "next meeting" between Heero and Duo in this universe. You can read that scene here.