Written to cheer up seventhe, with many awesome prompts from degrees for inspiration. (For the record, Seventhe and Degrees thought it was hilarious, AND THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERS.)

...Don't hate me?

WARNING - CRACKCRACKCRACK. Horrible attempts at dirty talk. Face-fucking. Come EVERYWHERE.

Just Another Monday Morning

Sex. That's all that was on Duo's mind that particular ordinary Monday morning. To be fair, it's not like this was a new development or anything. Any time a certain ex-Gundam Pilot turned Preventor was near him, he found it difficult to think about anything else.

Not that he'd managed to explore those thoughts on the physical plane just yet. No, his partner was very much unaware of his perverse thoughts.

So when said Preventor walked into his office and straight up to him with a determined gait, shock was the mildest of his reactions. Heero didn't give him much time to come up with anything coherent though, because suddenly he was kissing him, and Duo wasn't about to argue with that.

"I want you," Heero growled.

"Yes, anything you want," Duo replied, caught up in the moment.

"Do you want me?"

"God, Heero, you have no idea how much..."

"Then suck me off. I'm so hard right now."

Duo slipped out of the chair and sunk to his knees, rubbing his face against Heero's crotch, unbuttoning and unzipping to pull out the impressive erection. It jutted out proudly through the open zipper and Duo wasted no time sucking the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, across the slit, tasting the precum there.

Heero groaned. "Yes, like that, suck my cock, put it in your mouth, yeah..."

Duo bobbed his head back and forth, slowly taking it deeper and deeper until his nose brushed against Heero's belly. Duo could feel Heero's muscles tighten, and Heero's hand came down to snake a hand into Duo's hair, gripping the back of his head firmly.

"Yeah, deep-throat me, swallow my cock, stuff it down your throat, you know you like it..." Heero held Duo's head in place and began to fuck his face. "Yeah, I'm gonna fuck your face so hard, oh fuck, it feels so good, fucking your face..."

Then suddenly, Heero pulled back, grabbing his cock with his other hand, pumping it hard until he grunted, come spraying across Duo's immobilized face, spurts of it coating his bangs until finally, Heero was done. Come dripped down Duo's face, and Heero pulled him up, licking a glob of it off his face and kissing him hard, sharing the come with him, rolling it between their tongues until it became just part of the saliva in their mouths.

Heero's talented fingers found their way into Duo's pants, gripping the impressive erection there, and with a few short strokes, Duo is coming. He's coming, and it's hot and sexy and-

"Hey, slacker, sleeping on the jo- OH MY GOD."

Duo blinked awake, instantly feeling the wetness in his pants and the flustered stare of one Chang Wufei.

Duo grinned. "What, you've never had a wet dream before, 'Fei?"

"I am never, ever coming in your office again." Back ram-rod straight, Wufei turned on his heel and left, closing the door behind him.

Duo sighed, reaching for his bottom drawer and pulling out one of the spare pairs of pants he keeps there for days like this.

Yep, it was just another Monday morning.