Mine

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The kiss was sweeter than honey, warmer than sunlight. It defined him, his existence beyond the press of lip to lip and tongue to tongue nothing. The hands cupping his cheeks focused him on the merging of their mouths, and it was all he could do not to fall into it, to give in to the moment until it culminated in a tangle of sweaty, spent limbs.

How he managed to pull away, he wasn't entirely certain, and it was with some surprise that he found himself separate, breathing and pulse erratic.

"You did that on purpose," he said, pleased to note that his voice was steady, if rather rough.

"Yes." The lips that had been so recently on his quirked with a faint grin as one hand found the side of his neck, thumb stroking over the flutter of his pulse. "I wish to simply remind my darling sister whose you are. What better way than to send you off with my mark upon you?"

It was a struggle not to arch his neck into that light caress, a struggle he gave up when he saw the taller man's awareness; it would be an empty victory - the victory of a coward - and it would deny him the easy pleasure of touch he'd gone too long without. Stretching under the pressure of tapered fingers, he regarded his lover with a lazy gaze. "You have not marked me."

"No?" A light laugh punctuated the word, and then that mouth was lowering again as white-gold hair fell in a smooth sheaf over his shoulder. Breath misted over his skin and a shiver had time only to begin its chase down his spine before the sharp pinch of teeth forced a low groan from his throat. He managed to strangle it after a moment, but the damage had been done; that mouth was already sliding down to press a damp kiss to the base of his throat.

Further protests, he knew from practice, would be useless, and so he capitulated with a graceful surrender, his hands finding flowing locks and twisting spider-silk strands around his fingers.

It was all the encouragement they'd ever needed, yet the speed with which parley was reached was gratifying. It took no effort to lift his legs and wind them around his lover's hips, the trust for support unquestioned as his hands abandoned his arms to instead curve under his buttocks. Between his spread thighs, he could feel the thrust of twinned desire against his own, and it took only a slight shift to bring their lengths fully together.

It may have been he who moaned; he wasn't entirely certain and, anyway, it was quickly smothered as their mouths crashed together again, hunger replacing playfulness but just as perfect. His hips were rocking of their own volition, and he could feel his buttocks clenching within the wells of his lover's supporting palms, the hard muscles of the other body pressed between his thighs.

"Milliard, have you seen Heero? He's... oh. Oh. I suppose you have. Oh! Excuse me!"

The hands tightening at his backside were the only sign of tension as his mouth was relinquished. It moved instead to his ear, lipping distractingly at the lobe. "My sister must have missed you."

"She also left the door open." Observation made, it was dismissed just as quickly as Heero tugged demandingly at Milliard's long hair. "Continue."

Never one to disobey a direct order, Milliard wasted no time in complying.

- fin -

Notes and Disclaimers

Gundam W is © Sunrise, Bandai Visuals, Sotsu Agency, and Asahi TV.

Mine is a 15-minute-fic that hit me in the midst of writer's block, posted here unedited. It fills a craving for gratuitous 6x1 smut, although it stops just short of that point, and is not intended as either high literature or anything particularly coherent.