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11. The day after
When Heero woke
up in the morning, he winced, and instantly squeezed his eyes shut again. The
glare of the daylight hurt his eyes. And his head.
“God…” he groaned, miserably. It felt like they were having an escalated heavy
metal concert in his head and were banging their guitars against his brains.
He dragged his
hand to the left of him. Sheet, mattress, pillow.
Good, he had managed to get himself to bed somehow. Duo.
Where was Duo? He dragged his hand further. Skin, body… There was Duo. And if
it wasn’t Duo, then he was in severe trouble.
He dragged his
eyes open. But only to slits. The light was still murderous to his eyeballs. He
dragged his arm to the right and dragged his body in a sideways position,
dragged his hand to the bedside table and dragged the drawer open.
Dragging. It
was all he could manage with this hell of a hangover.
“God fucking dammit,” he muttered under his breath when he couldn’t find
what he was looking for. “Duo?” he mumbled. “Dammit!
I need a painkiller… or two.”
“Not waking up.
Headache,” came the muffled reply.
That was Duo’s
voice. Perfect.
Heero didn’t
quite know a name for the sound he uttered when he went sitting upright.
Anyway, it must’ve been something very pathetic.
“Dear God, have
mercy,” he moaned.
In any other
circumstances, he would’ve loved to stay there and just lie in bed. The
wonderful, most enjoyable feeling of just lying there in that warmth, knowing
that he didn’t have to do anything, didn’t have to go anywhere. Holiday, nothing more,
no obligations. Lying there and snuggling with his beautiful
boyfriend.
But
not with a hangover.
“Heero?”
Ah, there was
still life on the Maxwell-planet after all.
“What Duo?” Heero
said, lazily turning his head.
Duo lifted his
head from the pillow and ventured to sit up. “You know what I have heard is the
best remedy against a headache?”
“No. What?”
“A
good fuck.” It had come out more enthusiastically than he had
expected in his current state.
“Duo…” Heero
groaned, reaching for his head.
“No, I mean it.
It’s a scientifically proven fact that sex helps you get rid of your headache.”
“Duo, you can say
a lot, but that doesn’t mean I’ll believe you.”
“Heero, what’s
the matter with you? Don’t you love me anymore?”
“Duo, you know I
love you, but this isn’t just a headache. It’s the biggest hangover of my life,
my head feels like it can explode any moment now, and all this yelling isn’t
really helping!”
“Then stop
yelling!”
“You’re making
me!”
“Hey, I’m just
trying to help.”
“Well, don’t. I’m
going to find some painkillers.” He got up. An enormous headrush
got him down again. The bathroom door looked so very far away. “Oh… I’m not
gonna make it to the bathroom.”
Duo crawled closer
to his lover and slithered his arms around him. “Wanna
try my suggestion then, Heerrroo?” he purred.
Heero grunted a
reply. He resigned to his fate and allowed his lover to kiss him, but instantly
pulled away again, making a face. “God, your mouth tastes aweful!”
he spluttered.
Duo coughed.
“Well, yours isn’t exactly honey and cinnamon either,” he grumbled.
“I don’t care if
I have to crawl to that bathroom, but I’m not fucking you like this,” Heero
said.
“Hm, maybe that’s for the best,” Duo sighed, as he plopped
himself down on the mattress again. “’Sides, you stink of beer.” He was still
too drowsy to dodge the pillow that was flung his way, and groaned dramatically.
~*~
Heero munched
bravely through his bowl of cereals. Duo had pattered off to the lounge room
with his cell phone. He could hear him talking excitedly. Then there was
silence for a while. He wondered if that was a good sign.
Over at the
stove, Trowa and Quatre were having a pancake topping
related discussion. Trowa was waving a bottle of syrup
around, while Quatre seemed to prefer chocolate sauce and bananas.
Quatre…
Heero squinted
curiously at Quatre. He couldn’t remember much about the night before, but… Had
Quatre and Duo been dancing in a very inappropriate way? Had that really
happened?
He kept staring
at Quatre, his spoon floating in midair, until something wove itself around his
left leg, and he looked down with a start. “What the…? Quatre!”
Quatre turned his
head in Heero’s direction, a banana poised at Trowa as if to prove some point. He instantly bent over and
started cooing most lovingly at the thing around Heero’s
leg. “Mistress!” His cat.
“Oh, are you hungry, sweetie?” He picked her up and put her on the counter.
“Love your cat,
don’t you, Quatre?” Heero chuckled.
“Are you
kidding?” Quatre snorted. “I adore her. I found this little thing when she was
on the brink of starvation, and look at her now. All nice and plumb, aren’t you
my little kitty? Aren’t you?” He cooed some more to the cat while he scooped catfood into a tray, and the cat rubbed against his hand
impatiently.
Heero and Trowa frowned at each other. Never had they seen someone
pamper a cat like that.
When Duo came
back into the kitchen, he had an ominous grin on his face. Heero sighed, and
gestured with his spoon to the box of cereals. “Wanna
have breakfast, Duo?”
Humming
amorously, Duo slunk down on the chair next to Heero and shoved it closer so he
could rub himself against Heero’s arm, much like the
thing around Heero’s leg just now. “I think I’d
rather have you for breakfast.”
Heero eyed Duo
suspiciously. “What?” he mumbled through a mouthful.
"Heerrrooo, let's go upstairs and make loooove,"
Duo purred.
Heero let Duo
abuse his arm, but ignored his advances any further. "Why the hell are you
so clingy all of a sudden?"
"If I tell
you, you'll think I'm a pervert."
"I already
do, so you might as well."
Duo chuckled in a
very secretive way. "Well, you know I called Wuffles
just now, don't you?"
"Obviously,"
Heero shrugged.
"Well,
sounded like he was in the middle of something."
"Something?"
Duo gave a
significant frown.
"Oh,
that kind of something."
"Well, after
he was done talking, he left the phone open and... I could hear…” Duo gave
another lewd chuckle, and lowered his head so he could whisper in Heero’s ear. “everything."
"And you
listened." Heero said it matter-of-factly. It was just the kind of thing
his notorious lover would do.
"Of course I
listened!"
"Well uhm... I'm happy for him, I guess," Heero said,
sipping from his orange juice. “Why did you call him anyway?”
“To know if he
was still gonna show his face around here today.”
“And?”
“He’s gonna come
over tonight to get dressed for Relena’s party.”
“Oh god, Relena’s party,” Heero groaned, letting his head fall into
his hands.
“Forgot about
that, hadn’t ya?” Duo grinned.
“Totally.”
~*~
Trowa
checked his appearance in the reflection of the glass table-top of the coffee
table. Crème shirt, black vest, black dressing pants, touch
of perfume. He noted to his surprise that Quatre wasn’t dressed up yet.
“Quatre, aren’t
you gonna get dressed for Relena’s dinner party?” he
asked, wiping some dust off his vest.
“I’m not going,”
Quatre said, absent-mindedly flipping through a magazine.
Trowa’s head
snapped up. “You’re not going? Are you gonna stay here all on your own then?”
“No,” Quatre
mumbled. “Duo’s not going either.” He couldn’t see the shock flashing over Trowa’s face, as he was still letting his eyes skim over
the articles in the magazine. He did hear him scurrying outside the room all of
a sudden though.
Trowa
couldn’t help the turning of his stomach, the increasing of his heartbeat. Why hadn’t
anyone told him about this? He couldn’t let this happen. Quatre staying home
alone with Duo was just asking for trouble. Was he the only one who saw that
then? It was like setting the fox to keep the geese and still make a few
chickens dance around them.
Or was he
overreacting?
After a search
through the kitchen, the dining room and all the bedrooms, he at last found
Heero in the bar.
“Heero,” he said,
reaching the boy in a few strides. “Is it true that Duo and Quatre are not
going?”
Heero was just
drinking a whiskey for courage before he would beard the loin in his den, when
he all of a sudden heard the door being pushed open roughly. He looked up and
saw a fuming Trowa pacing towards him, asking him if
it was true if Quatre and Duo would not go.
“Trowa, how nice it is to see you again,” Heero said,
raising his glass to Trowa. The whiskey was rising to
his head already. It would be an interesting party.
Trowa was
in no way in the mood for jokes and grabbed Heero’s
shoulders. “Is that true, Heero?” he repeated.
It was a bit
weird to Heero to see the normally quiet and composed teen in this state of…
what state was it? Panic? Or fear?
Heero set his
glass aside and calmly pulled Trowa’s hands from his
arms. The boy had no idea how hard he was squeezing him. “Uhm…
I knew Duo was not going, he was quite clear about
that. I didn’t know Quatre would stay home too, though,” he said with a
confused smile. Then his eyes widened in alarm. “Trowa,
what are you doing? Put your bowtie back on! Don’t tell me you’re staying home
as well! You have to come with me!”
“Forget it,
Heero. I’m not letting those two alone,” Trowa said,
in effect standing with his bowtie undone in his hand. He made to go back, but
an in his turn panicking Heero barred his way. “Trowa,
you have to go! I don’t want to go all on my own!”
Trowa
sighed and moved to the left, grunting as Heero moved to the right. “You’re not
going to be all alone. You told me Wufei would go
too. Now, get out of my way.”
“Wufei will be too occupied with Zechs.
Please, Trowa. You said you would go! Don’t let me
down now, man! I mean, with all due respect for Relena,
but it’s gonna be boring!” Heero hissed.
“I have made up
my mind, Heero! I’m staying home! I don’t trust those two together.”
“How do you mean,
you don’t trust them together?”
Trowa
looked at Heero as if the boy had been living on another planet for the last
few days. “Heero, were you not there last night? Did you not see the way they
were dancing to each other?” he nearly growled.
“I don’t really
remember all that much from last night. I do remember music, people, definitely
fucking, dancing and a lot of liquor. Hard liquor. But
the rest is pretty much a blur. Although, yes, I can vaguely remember…”
“Well, let me
tell you, Heero,” Trowa interrupted fiercely. “Duo’s
hands were nearly going down Quatre’s pants! If you
hadn’t interfered, then I don’t know…”
Heero’s eyes
narrowed slightly and he tilted his head. “Trowa,
when have you become so possessive over Quatre,” he asked.
“Oh, look who’s talking, mister possessiveness himself,” Trowa retorted.
“I have to be
possessive every now and then. Duo loves flirting and sometimes he needs to be
reminded to who his lover is. With you and Quatre it’s a completely different
situation. You have to give Quatre more freedom, because for as far as I know,
you two are still not lovers, right?” It had come out harder than he had meant,
but he just told the truth, and Trowa knew it.
Trowa fell
silent. The brief flaring up of his jealousy calmed down again. Contrary to
what he would want, he knew that Heero was right. He had no right at all to act
like a jealous husband who was on to something; something that might as well
have been his imagination.
That didn’t mean
he couldn’t take precautions.
“Duo won’t go?”
he said.
Heero shook his
head.
“Then Quatre has
to go.” Trowa again tried to move past Heero, and
this time he succeeded.
“Trowa, wait! Come back!” Heero spluttered, trotting behind
him to the lounge room where Duo had now joined Quatre in the couch with two
bowls of popcorn and a movie or two.
Duo looked up
from the DVD case he was checking out, when he heard tumult at the door. A
pretty agitated Trowa burst in, followed by a fairly
panicking Heero. “Trowa? Heero? What’s wrong?” he asked.
The words Trowa wanted to say didn’t find their way out of his
throat. He was too angry, or too afraid of himself, he didn’t know. He just
stood there, trembling with pent up emotion he didn’t even realize he’d had
inside him.
“Quatre, you have
to join me to Relena’s dinner party,” he finally
said, in vain trying to keep his voice steady.
“No
way, man!” Duo replied in Quatre’s
place. “We have already planned all kinds of stuff for tonight!”
“Oh yeah, I can
see that,” Trowa said sarcastically. “Watching a movie together. What’s this?” He snatched the
DVD out of Duo’s hand. “Probably X-rated, isn’t it?” He looked down at the
image on the case and all of a sudden felt a sense of ridicule overwhelm him. “The Lion King?”
Standing up, Duo
plucked the DVD back from Trowa’s hand. “Yeah, Trowa. I think the level of
‘X’ is near unexisting. The most dramatic part is
probably where Mufasa gets trampled by the antelopes,
and the most thrilling part the fight between Simba
and Scar.” He flopped back down in the couch, throwing his arm around Quatre as
he did so. “Quatre’s not going anywhere. He’s gonna
keep me company.”
Trowa could
see the smirk appearing on Duo’s face, a smirk that wasn’t directed at him
personally. Duo just came with a smirk, it felt weird
to see him without. But the challenge in his eyes was most definitely directed
at him. In Trowa’s eyes, Duo was just making fun of
him.
“What’s the other
one?” he asked with a gesture of his head to the DVD lying in Quatre’s lap.
Quatre held the
DVD up, his face somewhere on the border of frustration and disappointment.
“Also The Lion King?”
“Two,” Duo added.
“Who are you to
decide what Quatre’s gonna do?” Trowa
snarled, seriously losing his patience.
“Who are you?” Duo flung right back at him.
“Don’t you think Quatre has a say in this as well?” He looked at the blonde boy
next to him and gestured with his eyes to Trowa.
“Trowa, what’s this you’re saying?” Quatre finally said.
“Why do I have to join you? I was planning on keeping Duo company
and now you’re telling me to join you to Relena’s
dinner party? I’m not something you own and can boss around like a little
puppy, Trowa.”
“But… I just
thought we would go together. Why didn’t you ask me?”
Quatre’s
eyebrows knitted together in dismay. He couldn’t believe they were actually
having this conversation. “Ask you?” he choked. “I don’t need your permission
to stay away from that ridiculous party. I can make decisions of my own, and
when I’m saying that I will stay home with Duo, then that’s how it’s gonna be.
You might be my friend, my soul mate even, but that doesn’t mean you have to
tell me what to do. Now, go to that party with Heero and Wufei
and leave us alone. I don’t wish to waste any more words on this.” He leaned
back again and averted his eyes. Clearly, the conversation was over for him.
Trowa was
impressed by that little tirade. Everyone was, even Duo was speechless. Worst
of all was that he was right. It made Trowa feel
powerless, to see how he took his feelings and blatantly defied them. It left
him breathless, immobile.
At that moment, a
car pulled to a stop outside. Car doors were slammed shut, and the front door
was being opened. “Wufei’s here!” Duo yelled, jumping
up and sprinting for the front door. He left the rest to sort out their little
cat fight, eager to hear Wufei out.
Wufei
grimaced when he caught sight of Duo. Duo’s grin was so bright that it almost
physically hurt his eyes. “Maxwell…” he sighed.
“You! Out!” Duo barked to Zechs, pushing
the perplexed man towards the lounge room.
“Nice to see you
too, Duo,” Zechs muttered.
Duo ignored the
little jibe and pulled the door tightly shut behind Zechs’
back. The moment he was alone with Wufei, he took
both Wufei’s hands and shook them excitedly. “So tell
me. How was it?”
Wufei bit
his lip. Of course, it was the kind of stuff he would never tell Duo, of all
people, if his life depended on it. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was so
absolutely happy! “It was the single
most amazing night of my entire life!”
Duo made a high-pitched,
squeaky sound in the back of his throat, almost like a school girl. “Really?”
Wufei
nodded and sat himself down on the bottom step of the stair. He sighed, not a
chagrined one, like he mostly did, but one of pure bliss. "I had never
expected it would be this good."
"You mean
the sex?" Duo asked bluntly, sitting down next to Wufei.
"Yes... No!
I mean... everything. The sex, but also, before, afterwards... Just lying there
next to him… Everything."
"Then, what
did you expect?"
"I didn't
know what to expect. I thought it would've been awkward, that I would be
ashamed to show myself to him that way. But I trusted him. It all felt so
natural."
Duo smiled as he
looked at Wufei. He had never really looked at him in
a sexual way, more as a subject for his mockeries and teasing. Now that the
chagrin was gone and replaced with the happiness of a tender, young love
affair, there was little material left to tease about. Although, there remained
one thing to tease about, the one subject he liked to tease about the most:
sex.
“So what did you
do? I want you to tell me everything,” Duo said, bouncing in excitement.
Wufei’s
cheeks reddened, and he peered up shyly. “If I tell you what we did, you’ll
probably laugh, coz it was so… woman-like.”
“I promise not
to,” Duo said, and he seemed to mean it. “Besides, some people just like to
call it ‘romantic’. You know, the woman-like stuff
you’re referring to. It’s not so weird you know, even for guys.”
“Well, when we
got to his place, I thought that he was just gonna rip off my clothes and do me
right up against the door.”
“Yeah?” Duo
enthused, suddenly not so interested in ‘romance’ anymore.
“But he didn’t.”
“No?”
“No. He sat me
down on the couch with a glass of red wine. He has a nice place, you know. Warm colors in the lounge and living
room. Red couch and chairs. Open fire.”
Next to him, Duo
growled with envy.
“Then he left.
Said he’d be right back. It took him a while to come back though. I went
through his DVD collection, and his books. He has good taste.”
“So, what happened
when he came back?” Duo said, impatient to hear the rest.
Wufei
sighed and smiled gently at the memory, still fresh in his mind. “I had never
thought. He took me to the bathroom. The guy had lit a bunch of candles,
scented and regular. The bathtub was full of hot, bubbly water. Did you know he
has a Jacuzzi?”
Another
growl of envy. “Fei, I suggest you keep an
eye on him, I might wanna try to steal him,” Duo
grinned.
“Then I suggest
you say farewell to your balls. My katana would be very eager to cut them off.”
“Those katana
threats aren’t gonna work every time, you know,” Duo said sourly, but still
with a smile in his voice. “Anyway, what happened next?”
“Well, obviously,
we stripped down – actually, we stripped each other down - and got in the tub.
It was already part of the foreplay. It was gonna be a long foreplay.”
“Foreplay’s
awesome!”
“It is! I sat
between his legs with my back to his chest. He fed me grapes and champagne. He
kissed me and touched me all over, and I mean all over.”
Duo gave a ridiculous
kind of giggle.
“And then he
turned on the bubbles. It was amazing.” Wufei
squirmed with pleasure at the thought.
“And then, and
then?”
“His hands, or at
least one of them, were on me all the time, one way or another. While he poured
more champagne, while he flicked his wet hair over his shoulder, while he
scattered more bath salt into the water. And then…”
“Yes?” Duo almost
shouted with excitement and curiosity. He could tell by the deep red on Wufei’s cheeks that it was gonna be something interesting.
“Then he… pushed
my knees apart and…” Wufei was slightly panting now.
“And he stroked me until I begged for him.”
Duo was staring
at Wufei with his eyes and mouth wide open. “Oh… my…”
he gasped. He could lively imagine how good that would feel with all the
bubbles there playing around his crotch. “And then?”
Wufei
laughed and straightened. This had stretched on for long enough. “I’m not gonna
tell you the rest.”
“But… But you
must!” Duo said, springing up after Wufei.
Wufei
sighed. “Right now, I ‘must’ get dressed. We’re gonna be late for the party.”
“You can’t keep
me dangling like that!” So much for the teasing. Duo
was desperate to hear the rest of the story. “Don’t forget, it’s me who brought
you together!”
“Yes. I know.
Thank you.” The soft words were followed by a tight, genuine hug. “Really.” Wufei then turned for
the stairs, but was yet again pulled back.
“Just give me one
more juicy detail,” Duo begged.
“Maxwell…”
“Just one more,
and then I’ll stop, I promise.”
“Well… There were
strawberry flavoured condoms. The edible kind. Not
very effective, but very fun,” Wufei chuckled.
Duo’s eyes glazed
over for a moment as he imagined Wufei’s teeth
peeling off each little sticky piece of condom off Zechs’
cock. “Oh… Oh god,” he gasped.
“Now, you go say a
proper goodnight to Zechs.” And with a teasing slap
against Duo’s arm, Wufei went up the stairs.
“Yeah… You go get
dressed, you champagne slurping stud!” Duo shouted behind him. “And you’d
better look good!”
Zechs had
entered the lounge room to the sound of arguing. It mostly went between Quatre
and Trowa, although Heero did throw something in
between every now and then. Trowa was sitting next to
Quatre on the couch, and Quatre had his back against the armrest, and his legs
pulled up in the direction of Trowa. Zechs could clearly read the body language. It was to
prevent Trowa from leaning in and making any moves.
He felt kinda bad for Trowa. He didn’t
know Quatre could be so cold.
“Hey guys,” he
said.
Heero was the
first one to react, in an almost over enthusiastic fashion, probably relieved
to see a friendlier face. “Zechs,
great to see you!” At least he had the courtesy to offer him a drink.
“No thanks, I
have to drive,” Zechs smiled.
Heero nodded.
“Please sit,” he said, gesturing to one of the chairs.
Zechs sat. And watched. And listened. Seemed
like he was gonna learn a lot tonight.
Trowa
decided to give it another try. “Quatre, please come,” he sighed.
"I promised
to keep Duo company."
"I'll keep
him company!" Trowa countered.
"There's no
time anyway,” Quatre said with a bored shake of his head. “I still have to
shower, still have to shave, I don't have anything to
wear."
"You can
wear my tux."
"You're
taller then me. I'd look ridiculous."
“We’ll flip the
hems over a few times. No one will notice.”
Then Quatre
looked at him, and kept looking. He was staring him down, unwilling to waste any
more words to it.
“Fine,” Trowa said with an annoyed grunt.
Then it was
silent again. Well, kinda. In the hallway, they could
hear Duo and Wufei – mostly Duo – chattering
excitedly. There was some sitting around and, for some, sulking, until Duo
entered again.
“Hi Zechs,” Duo said. “Um, just now… Sorry ‘bout that. You look
great.”
“Thanks,” Zechs smiled. “You… don’t. But I gathered from their most
interesting conversation,” he said with a little nod to the other three, “that
you won’t be joining us tonight.”
“That’s right, I
won’t,” Duo agreed.
“Surely, there’s
no animosity between you and my dear little sister?”
“Of course not,”
Duo said quickly. To his own chagrin, he had to admit that Zechs
could impose a certain sense of fear on a man, even on him. Zechs
was a tall man. A strong man. “Just… You know.” It was
out of the question that he could tell him about his plans for the night.
Knight in shining
armor, Heero, came to the rescue. “We just think that
it might be too early for Relena to see us together,
as a couple, I mean.”
“Relena’s a strong woman. I’m sure she could handle it.”
“Hmm, I’m still
gonna stay home,” Duo mumbled. He sat himself on the armrest of the chair Heero
was sitting in, unaware of it how much he gave the impression that he
unconditionally and truly belonged to Heero, like a faithful servant who
nestled himself next to his king. His gaze rested on Zechs,
trying to imagine the body under the tux.
They sat like
that in silence, until Duo grew bored. He leaned forward and grabbed a plastic
bag from the table, rummaging through it.
“What’s that?”
Heero said.
“Candy. Penis liquerish?" Duo said,
shoving the bag under Heero’s nose.
Heero dumbly
looked up at him, not even beginning to wonder where he’d got liquerish shaped like genetalia.
"Or do you
prefer some breasts? I have breasts too," Duo said, digging into the bag.
"Penis is
fine." Heero snatched the piece of candy Duo offered him and started
chewing on it. “Idiot,” he mumbled.
Finally, they
heard stumbling upstairs. A door was being slammed shut, and feet stepped down
the stairs.
Zechs stood
up, eager to know what Wufei would look like. “You’re
sure you’re not going?”
Duo and Quatre
agreed in unison.
Before he could
press the subject any further, Wufei came in and
announced that he was ready.
“My, you look
amazing,” Zechs said, wrapping his arms around Wufei.
“Uh… Thanks,” Wufei said, surprised.
Zechs
fumbled at the blue satin ribbon around Wufei’s ponytail.
“You look like… Like a present I wanna unwrap.”
“Zechs, stop it, we’re gonna be late,” Wufei
giggled.
“We still have
plenty of time,” Zechs murmured, biting Wufei’s earlobe.
Heero came up
behind them, looking a bit worried. “Uhm… I hope
you’ll at least make it through dinner?”
“Shut up,” Wufei grumbled.
“No, but Heero’s right, Wuffles,” Duo
said, jumping up from the arm rest for closer inspection. “You look like a
young count. It’s… very nice. Very hot.”
“Duo, knock it
off.”
“I agree with
him, Wufei,” Heero nodded earnestly. He took it as a
clue to further convince Trowa to go with him. “You
see, Trowa? I can’t count on him for any support.”
Taking the bowtie that Trowa was still holding in his
hand, he tied it back around his pristine crème collar. “And I know the other
girls are gonna be there as well. But I’m telling you, Trowa,
she will not leave me alone. I know I searched for it myself by leaving her
that teddy bear and freaking card on the shuttle. It was a farewell gift from
me to her. I looked back and saw her smiling at me and ripping the card.
Perfect, I said to myself, she’s okay with it, I can
have my way with Duo. But apparently, she had misunderstood. She will be
hanging around my neck the instant I step through that front door. And do we
want that? No, we don’t, Trowa. So please, Trowa. You don’t hear me begging a lot, but…”
“Um… Correction…”
“Not now, Duo,”
Heero glowered. “But this time I’m begging you, Trowa.
Please come with me. She’s still mourning the fact that I chose Duo over her.”
“Well then, don’t
you think that this party is a sign of reconciliation, of acceptance?” Trowa said.
“Oh
no, quite the contrary. She’ll try to win me over again.”
“If that’s the
case, don’t you think Duo should go with you instead of me?” Trowa retorted.
“And flaunt our
relationship right under her nose? Don’t you think I’ve hurt her enough
already? Come on, you know how Duo gets when he’s had a little too much.”
Trowa
glanced over at Duo. He wasn’t even trying to deny it, what was the point
anyway?
“So that’s why,”
Heero continued, “you have to come with me.” He pulled the bowtie tight and
smiled satisfactory at the result. “There, all ready.”
Heero’s
little speech made Trowa see that the chances of
getting himself through that party without having Relena
all over himself were indeed minimal if he didn’t have anyone who sided with
him. Still he hesitated.
“Heero, can you
guarantee me that Duo will keep his manners?” he said.
“Yes, I can,”
Heero nodded. “Just let me.” He turned around and pointed his finger to Duo in
a very parent-like way. “Duo, you be good, okay?”
“I will, Heero,”
Duo said submissively, the grin on his face and the penis-shaped candy he was
licking at not really convincing Trowa.
“I mean it, Duo.
If I hear any complaints from Quatre, any complaints at all, there will be no
use of toys for the rest of this holiday.”
The grin
disappeared as fast as it had appeared. “What? Hey, is that a threat, Yuy?”
“No. It’s a
warning. And believe me, I will do it.”
“Don’t worry,
we’ll be fine. Now go, you’re gonna be too late.” He shooed the four of them to
the front door, leaving Trowa no more time for any
protest. Quatre followed close behind him to wave them goodbye.
“Bye Heero! Have
fun! I know we will!” Duo yelled exuberantly, frantically waving his hand to
the leaving car. They both stayed at the front door until the vehicle was out
of sight.
To be continued…
Next chapter: Duo
and Quatre find out what Wufei’s hiding in his
bedroom. It turns out to be very… interesting. And there will be even more sex
education. Although this time, Quatre definitely has ulterior motives.
Preview:
Quatre turned his
head too and felt electricity tingling along his spine at the eye contact they
made. He wondered if Duo could feel it too. “Oh, like that,” he said softly.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“Any
suggestions?”
Oh, did he have
suggestions!
“Uhm… yeah, but…” He looked away, to the hands lying in his
lap. He couldn’t ask this, he shouldn’t provoke things himself.
“What, Quatre?
What did you have in mind?” Duo asked. Judging by his reaction, it most
definitely didn’t involve a certain Disney classic about a lion and his cub.
Quatre sighed. At
the other hand, he was already sitting there, to his distress, with a hard on.
It couldn’t get that much worse, now could it? Besides, if Duo wouldn’t broach
the subject, then he would have to bring up the topic himself.
“I still have a
few questions.”
“Questions?”
“Yeah. About sex.”
“Oh,” Duo said
slowly. “What would you still like to know, Quatre?”
Taking a deep
breath, Quatre looked up, back to the big, shining lavender depths he couldn’t
get enough of. “Well, I was wondering… How do you… uhm…
How do you…”
“Quatre, are you
still gonna say it?” Duo chuckled.
Quatre took
another deep breath, and as he exhaled, the words came out it a rush. “I would
like to know some stuff about sucking off. There, I said it.”
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