At Edge

Trowa knew he was out here somewhere, but even the moon refused to cast a dim light on the underbrush at the forest's edge. Down the weak slope of a hillside, there were lights - the searchlights of an OZ compound. Their target, as soon as the supply convoy arrived.

He walked carefully, quietly - almost without a sound.

But only almost.

The movement was a flash, and he barely froze in time to avoid slitting his throat at the blade suddenly on him, scraping his skin just above his Adam's apple, a fraction of an inch from drawing blood. He waited for the steady hand that held it to relent enough for speech. "Duo..." he whispered.

The knife went away, Duo grabbing his arm, hard. "Fuck, Trowa. You know better than to sneak up on me," he hissed, looking none too happy. "You were to stay behind at the camp with the Gundams!"

"Came to relieve you," Trowa said in a low tone, glancing down at the OZ base. "Wufei's holding the fort. Any movement?"

Duo shook his head as he crawled back to his hideout in the bushes, shoving the knife blade down in the dirt. He tapped Trowa's shin and signalled him to lie down next to him. The thin blanket kept the moisture of the ground away, but not its solidity - and it was barely wide enough for the both of them.

He offered Trowa his binoculars, looked at him hard. "How come you remained so calm? Most guys I do that to at least jump back from the blade."

Trowa shrugged as he took the offering. "I get knives tossed at me all the time, Duo. I have no time to fear them, or what they can do." He put the 'longeyes' to his face and made a sweep of the compound, seeing nothing out of the ordinary; merely the standard patrols and search patterns.

"Anyway, you're way early," Duo stated.

Trowa flagged a brow, checked his watch, and frowned. "Only ten minutes."

Shooting his comrade in arms a glance, Duo pulled at his sleeve and checked his own time piece, tapped it- "Fuck," he growled. "Damn piece of shit stopped again. Third time this week."

Trowa made a line of a smirk, returned the binoculars and reached for the knife. "Impressive tool."

Duo gave a crooked grin and snorted. "I've got a bigger one."

The smirk curved. "Same here..."

He looked away from the base perimeter and at his sidekick, recognizing that look all too well. "...not now, Trowa," he snapped, checking if the OZ patrol turned at the precise same spot as they did fifteen minutes ago. They did. "We're on a mission here - have to keep an eye on the fuckers - that supply convoy could come any minute now!"

"So could we," Trowa said, voice low and husky as he trailed his index finger along the blade's edge.

Duo merely rolled his eyes and pretended to ignore him.

It became more difficult when Trowa wiped the flat blade up the back of his thigh, slowly tipping it up to roughen the surface of his pants. The blade shifted, snuck under his belt, tugging it upward with the flat side.

"Cut my pants off - again - and no sex for a month, buster."

Trowa started to grin. He crawled in on top of Duo, used the knife to lift Duo's braid aside and leaned in to suckle his favorite spot just at the edge of Duo's neck while he slowly ground his crotch against Duo's ass.

Not entirely unappreciative, Duo let out a low growl. "Mission..."

"I know," Trowa whispered back. "You keep an eye on OZ," he said, touching the tip of the knife to Duo's side, urging him to roll over slightly. At compliance, Trowa spun the knife around in his hand, blade along his wrist as he snuck both in under Duo, quickly undoing his belt and pants buttons, thumb and two fingers roughly grabbing at Duo's rapidly growing erection through his underwear, nudging the butt end of the plastic handle against his throbbing flesh.

Duo groaned at the touch, moving his hips for more friction - not all that easy with most of Trowa's weight on top of him. "Trowa..." he panted.

Trowa heard him, and scraped his fingers down Duo's hips, pulling Duo's pants and briefs halfway down his thighs. He unbuttoned his own pants, pulled down the zipper and reached into his boxers to free his own dick, already hard.

Duo couldn't help the guttural moan as Trowa laid back down on him, sucking at his throat, rubbing his cock against the crevice of his ass. He pressed his eyes shut, tried to remember why they were there, alone in the forest night. Right, OZ. He hurried to check the perimeter through the binoculars, struggling to ignore Trowa's attention long enough to complete it.

Trowa didn't object; if Duo wanted to multitask, that was his prerogative.

Personally, he had just one thing on his mind.

He stood up on his knees, but crouched forward, not wanting to put his head up too far, in case OZ had a couple of alert soldiers on patrol. A small risk, but not one worth taking. Getting caught with his pants down was not included in his immediate plans.

Duo's ass was. He glanced at the knife still in his hand, brought the blade back front and scraped the sharp edge up Duo's buttocks, then down again, slicing off some of the fine, sparse body hairs. Duo kept his hips as still as he could, but his own cock pulsed against the cover, trapped between the hard earth and his stomach. Hastily, he pulled up his shirt, not wanting sticky smears on anything he'd have to wash himself.

He stiffened as something hard nudged his entrance, something cold... He clenched his teeth as it sank into him, stretching him, deeper and deeper until the cold metal of the hilt pressed in between his ass cheeks. "Fuck," he hissed, his warm insides enveloping the knife's smooth handle.

"Soon," Trowa said quietly, smirking. He pulled at the blade, watched as each of the softly curved finger grips popped out of Duo, rubbing his pucker. Once out, he pushed it in once more, faster. Duo moved to meet it, then ground his crotch against the covers.

Trowa fucked him with the knife handle for a while, then shoved it in as deep as he could. He put the back of his hand at the flat side, pushed it, the moan Duo made as the handle prodded around inside him going straight to his crotch.

Enough was enough. In one swift motion, he pulled the knife out and put it aside, ignoring Duo's sharp, barely restrained cry and positioning his own dripping cock at Duo's entrance - and in, far deeper than the knife could have gone, spreading Duo's pucker even wider.

Duo gasped for air, blinked as his body adjusted to the familiar intrusion, blurry vision skimming the fence of the base. No movement.

Trowa sought to rectify that, retreating to just the head of his dick within, then thrusting down hard, grinding Duo to the cold ground, the underlay insufficient to block the feel of surface roots, twigs, small rocks and packed dirt against his cock.

Trowa's own stones hit Duo's ass repeatedly, soft slap firming up with each fuck, his breaths short and erratic. He changed his angle of attack minutely, immediately rewarded with Duo's finest, most guttural sound yet. Trowa smirked to himself, leaned down to rake his teeth at Duo's throat and kept going for Duo's good spot as best he could.

Duo panted; so close, so close. He squinted, made sure the OZ patrol turned at the regular interval, closed his eyes and simply felt as Trowa crushed him into the ground, hitting his prostate regularly now. He loved that man's long, pointy dick. He loved that man.

And the night went white.

Trowa loved Duo, most definitely including Duo's tight ass - especially the way it closed in around him when Duo came. He missed the intense cry Duo usually performed at this point, but the way his lover struggled to keep it at bay, his entire body shivering, only made it better, only pushed him closer to his own edge. Two savage thrusts, and he was over, emptying himself deep inside Duo, collapsing on the young man's back, panting heavily against his ear.

Slowly regaining a sliver of thought, Duo checked the gate again, tilted his head to shoot his lover a sated grin. "Get off..."

"Already did," Trowa immediately replied. At Duo's follow-up snort, he complied, pulling his spent cock out from Duo's ass, the cool night air making him miss it right away. Knowing that sticking it back in wasn't an option - not until he'd had a while to recover, at least - he tucked his dick inside his boxers again and zipped up his pants. He spanked Duo's bare ass, then rested halfway in over Duo, rubbing the rear cheek he didn't cover.

Duo sighed, put down his binoculars. "Guess I'm relieved," he muttered.

Trowa started to snicker, but moved aside as Duo stirred, getting to his knees, pulling his briefs and pants up, fastening the buckle. He leaned in to give Trowa a sound kiss. "Wufei will replace you in four hours. See you back at the camp. I'll have some hot coffee ready to warm you up." He smirked, winked. "Or I can let you get a feel of just how big my tool is..." Not waiting for a comeback, he grabbed the discarded knife, tucked it in his belt and snuck away into the forest.

Trowa watched him fade into the darkness, then focused on the OZ base. He almost rolled over into the sticky puddle Duo had left. He started to grin, swept two fingers through the come and licked the digits clean, treating it like a midnight snack.

With a mischievous grin, he scooted over to the unsoiled far side of the underlay, wondering if Wufei would even notice the wet spot in the bad lighting. Duo was rubbing off on him, that was for sure.

And he might again, later tonight, he mentally added, grin growing to full smirk.

That supply convoy sure had better not come tonight, he thought. If they waited until tomorrow, he'd even try to avoid casualties. If they didn't... well, he'd have to take out his frustrations on something.

There were worse things than coffee to deprive a Gundam pilot of.