This is it. Ze last dance. Ze final bow. Ze utter end, friend.

Title: Domestic
Author: Ileana A. (babygray)
Main Pairing: Duo/Heero
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine. This is pure jest.
Notes: This is a 26-part story, made up of noisefics/drabbles/whatever. It's not chronological, but don't worry too much about that. Reworked, but rough and un-beta'ed. Enjoy!
Final Apologies: I apologize for the disjointed quality of this whole project. (That's what happens when there's a four-year hiatus in between parts.) I apologize for the lack of angst, the lack of sex, and the lack of Dorothy. I apologize for killing Trowa without a backwards glance and barely mentioning Wufei. I apologize for the OOC, the typos, the parts that would make more sense if I actually wrote down all the background ideas behind it. And this long apology.

Warning... Sex scene below. (Which is funny 'cause I can't write those.)

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--Zephyr--

It was getting warmer in the shadows, Heero thought in a far off, detached part of his mind. The branches of the trees surrounding them where rustling weakly in the wind. A bird, hidden by the lush greens of the jungle, warbled to a friend, unseen. The colonial scent has long seeped into his pores, mingling now with the sweat on his brow. A tongue licked and suckled at the base of his neck. It made his back arch and his body shiver in spite of the heat of colonial summer.

The sun dappled down through the palm fronds, freckling his hands with shadows as they clawed at the debris-covered soil, looking for purchase. That mouth roamed down the planes of his long-bared chest, and found a nipple to torture mercilessly.

His head fell back with a whimper on his lips, overwhelmed by the added sensation of that tongue's wet flicks. His body was weakening under the multiple assaults, even as his legs tightened their embrace. He moaned.

The thrusts grew maddening faster, taking the moans as a cue. They were drawing staccato gasps of pain and mounting pleasure out of him. The hands were on his hips, lifting them higher off the moist, hard ground. His gasps turned into wordless groans as the cock inside him took advantage of the changed position and fucked him in quick, shallow thrusts. He grasped the shoulders with his dirt-stained hands, his blunt fingernails digging into the taunt, sweat-covered flesh, sliding into the soft hairs at the base of the neck.

He looked up at the large eyes, overwhelmed by how dark they were with need. A mouth descended onto his and he sucked on the tongue, licking the underside of the invading muscle as he would lick the hard member balls-deep inside him. Lips sealed themselves against his and an answering moan filled his mouth.

A hand fondled his balls briefly before gasping his cock in an almost painful grip. He clenched around the cock inside him in response. The mouth was biting his collarbone.

He came with a strangled cry, his head back and his body arching into the one above him. Hot liquid splattered onto his abdomen. The cock inside him prodded his prostate recklessly before thrusting deeply one last time and stilling, climaxing and filling him with wet heat.

His breathing was erratic as the body collapsed onto his, heavily pressing a wildly beating heart against his own. Their sweat cooled and the soft breeze chilled them. Their hearts slowed. A hot, throaty chuckle breathed out against his throat.

"I'm getting too old for this," the chuckle breathed out.

"And whose idea was it to come out here?"

"What's a vacation without vacation sex?" the chuckle insisted. "Besides, too many people in that house."

He played with the man's bangs, pushing them here and there and away from the ear lobe. "And whose idea was it to make it a grand family vacation?"

"That was Whachamacallit's idea, not mine," the voice muttered, affronted.

He snorted at the bad denial. He wiggled and adjusted his hips. A hand gripped his hip and stilled him.

"Wait," the voice breathed.

"A rock is poking my ass," he explained, which brought out that chuckle once more.

"Already?" The face rose from the crook of Heero's neck, the blue eyes alight with familiar mischief. "I guess we don't have to wait after all."

He playfully swatted at Duo's nose with the man's own braid of hair.

---end

One last note: And... That's it. Goodnight!