"Isn't this usually my MO?" I was telling him, hands now up on the wire mesh cage separating office supplies from field agent supplies. My fingers threaded through openings and hooked around the metal.

Heero was currently unbuttoning my shirt, pulling it out of his way. "Usually," he said, shifting from neck to ear. "But today it was you," he bit my ear, and I was biting my lip to keep from making louder sounds. "who was nearly killed." He was fingering the small hole in my jacket.

"That's...ah..." and my words were lost for a moment. Heero's hand had traveled from chest to crotch, and it wasn't a love tap he was applying. "That's what flak vests are for."

He was growling in my ear, his palm ground against my cock through fabric, pushing the hard, stiff run of zipper and fly against my own stiffening hardness. "You weren't supposed to be there." His fingers were circling my cock. "You were supposed to be behind the squad car."

I grabbed his hand and forced it to move. Heero's half-teasing touches were killing me. And feeling his cock pressing into one of my asscheeks was pushing me over-the-top. If we didn't have another debriefing in the next ten minutes, I'd have him stripped and bent over before he could say please.

"Fuck the squad car!" So I raised my voice. I wasn't giving a damn at the moment. Heero shoved me face-first into the cage grid. Lucky for him I was expecting it; waffle patterns on the face wasn't a cool look for me. "I fuckin' mean it Heero," He was doing his best to make me lose what I wanted to say with his hand gripping my cock in a hard fist. "It had to stop and charging that asshole was the way."

"There were a hundred other options, Duo!" He was grinding his hips into my ass, holding me upright with his right hand splayed over my belly. A hundred other options be damned, I was going to come. At least Heero had kept his voice down.

"Next..." I couldn't speak for panting. "Next time." I closed my eyes, my head jerked back and my hips thrust forward. I was coming.

Just on the brink, just when I could feel it ready to shoot free, Heero's hand clamped down tight. "You had better." His mouth was at my neck again, and the vibration of his words made me shiver.

I fucking came with Heero's cock still in his pants, plastered up against my ass, my cock still in my pants wrapped in Heero's fist, and Heero's mouth biting down on my shoulder. Oh, fuck yeah.

Heero always knew what I needed to let go. Just as I do him.