Edge of Seventeen

Edge of 17- part sixteen

Contents: YAOI, AU, some sap, lemon, Duo POV, bad language (potty mouth Duo), a few OC'S
Pairings: 2x4
Rating: R
Author: Luna
Notes: felt like going back to my other favorite pairing. The title to this ficcie is a Stevie Nicks song. The lyrics to the song will be presented at the end of this fanfic.
Disclaimer: I don’t own GW or any of its characters. This is for entertainment purposes only. So please don’t sue. Thank you. ^_^

##Damn right I’m good in bed. I could sleep for days##
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“That was good, mum!” I patted my belly. “Absolutely fabulous!”

Mrs. Winner blushed.

“Yes, I agree.” Quatre said, finishing his drink.

“Well, thanks boys. It’s the least I can do.”

“So then, you’re going to see father now?” Quatre asked.

Mrs. Winner dabbed the corner of her lip with a napkin, “Yes dear. There’s a chance that I’ll be staying there over night. Which means that you two are going to have to look after things while I’m gone.”

“No problem, mother. We’ll take good care of the place.”

Mrs. Winner turned to me, “And no wild parties.”

“Aww…” I gave her a jester’s grin.

“Duo,” she leaned in closer. “You be gentle with him now.” she winked.

“Huh?” my face turned bright red. “Uh… O- K…”

“Good. Now, I better get going, or my husband will wonder if I still love him.” She waved goodbye to us as she walked out the door.

Quatre followed her out and stopped at the edge of the steps. The stars were just barely beginning to twinkle, and the sun was setting. He waved bye to her as she drove from their driveway. “Bye, Mom!” I walked up from behind him, closing the door silently behind me. I wrapped my arms around him and sighed into his neck.

“You really are a momma’s boy.” I smirked.

“Oh shut up.” He batted a hand back playfully over his shoulder, getting me in the face.

“Just for that, I’m attacking your jugular!” I lightly nipped at his throat.

“Duo! Not out here where the neighbors could see us!”

“Why not? Don’t you think they’d enjoy the show?”

“No!” he pushed me away and ran down the steps. He turned around; putting his hands behind his back, and gave me a cheeky grin. “So tell me, Duo… how does the mighty Black Panther catch his prey?”

My eyes widen and blink. I see where this is going, the little scamp. “Hmm… well, some prey is easy to catch… some can be a challenge. Like the graceful antelope for one.”

“Antelopes are pretty fast.” He said, taking a few steps back.

“Yes, but the prey can be cornered… and they can run out of breath…”

“Not this antelope!” Quatre took off running toward the garden. I smiled widely as I watch him disappear behind a rose bush.

“Interesting, little one.” I meandered down the steps and wandered over to the garden. I passed by one of the shrubs that was shaped like a rooster and caught a glimpse of something streak from the rose bush to another sculpted shrub. I crouched low, waiting by the giant yellow and red flowers that almost surrounded that whole corner of the garden.

I snuck closer to that hedge, catching sight of something white and beige. It almost glowed against the dark. I used the balls on the bottom of my feet and leapt forward, almost latching onto the prey’s leather belt. Quatre squeaked and darted out of the way, laughing all the way down the long aisle. I picked up speed and pushed my body forward.

Quatre suddenly turned down a different path. There stood a pond with stepping stones shaped as giant animal paw prints. He hopped on them one at a time with every other foot. I hesitated, watching him playing hopscotch on the water, and then proceed to walk upon the stones as well. On the other side of the pond there were bushes filled with roses, and a garden full of bluebells. The tall hedges surrounded it, leaving it secluded. It was also a dead end. I wonder, did he know about this?

Quatre halted at the hedge wall and then slowly turned around. He acted as if he dreaded being trapped as he nervously looked around. He wanted to get past me, but I closed in on him.

“No where left to run, little antelope. Unless you know how to fly.”

“I’m sure you could.” He smiled. “You’ve got devil’s wings.”

“You could fly too.” I tell him. “You’re an angel.”

“Such a sweet talker now, huh?” his cheeks tinted pink.

“That’s me!” I grinned, and then crouched down, “And I’m about to claim my prize.”

“Wait a minute… am I an antelope, an angel, or a trophy?”

“Take your pick.” That was the last thing I said before I pounced, bringing him down to the ground with me. We tumbled around until we hit the corner of the hedge. Quatre was breathing pretty heavy from all the running, but I’m guessing that that isn’t all that he’s panting about.

“Duo,” he wrapped his arms around my neck. “Looks like you’ve caught your prey. What are you going to do to me now?”

I grinned; he had to ask. “I’m gonna eat you.”

Quatre’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and he tilted his head back, “Go ahead. I’m all yours. Devour me.”

“You know how sexy you sound?” I whispered in his ear before I nibbled it with my teeth. “You even taste sexy.”

“I’ve been waiting so long to be able to touch you again…” his words got swallowed as I took his mouth, and did what he asked. I devoured it. His grip on me was a little tight and wanton. I released the kiss and looked into his green-blue glittering eyes. “I like role playing,” he whispered. “Danger makes my blood boil.”

“Danger is an aphrodisiac, did ya know that?” I leaned in closer to his mouth.

“Oh, good god, yes.” He was practically begging for my lips again, and I happily obliged. His mouth was hard and demanding on my lips, parting them ruthlessly as his body shifted and one arm pushed my hips deliberately into the changing contours of his own.

His mouth opened for me. His body arched up, taut and sweaty, in the grip of sear madness. I returned his kiss ardently, moaning when his legs parted so that I could maneuver my hips between them, letting him feel the power in my arousal.

My body shuddered and he could feel the sharp indrawn breath I took. After a few wild seconds, I dragged my mouth away from his without letting him move away even a fraction of an inch. I looked down at him with intent, searching his wide eyes hungrily.

“I’ve gone hungry for a long time,” I whispered gruffly. He didn’t seem to know how to reply to my statement. His eyes searched mine in an odd silence, broken only by the whistling wind through the brush and heightened heartbeats. He reached up and touched my mouth gingerly.

I bent, nuzzling my face against his to find his mouth. I kissed him again urgently, but with restraint, nibbling his lower lip sensuously.

“Duo,” he said in my ear, “I had no idea that I’d find love, ever. You showed me just how wrong I was. I have been thinking of that day when we first met in Gym class, the fight you did to protect me, and the way you stood up for me those other times. I love you so much for that.”

“I would always fight for you, Quatre.”

He lifted his head and looked up at my strained face. “Even now? Would you fight?”

“I would protect you, no matter what.” I whispered through my teeth. “I never really expected to feel like this,” I sighed.

“Like… this?”

My gaze met his soft teal ones and then fell to his waiting mouth; I struggled with his shirt, and then tossed it aside. My mouth strayed down to a nipple, deliberately moving against him. I heard him gasp, and my mouth trailed light kisses down his chest and to his abdomen. His stomach tensed slightly as I brushed my lips over them again and again. He squeaked as my tongue found his naval and continued to descend his body.

His breath got heavier as I rubbed my hands down his arched back down to his shapely ass. My hands fumbled to the front to undo his belt and the button on his khakis. A knuckle grazed the bulge that was in the way, making his cheeks tint. I looked up at him and smiled wickedly. He turned his head away; the faint glow on his cheeks is barely seen in this moonlight. I shook my head back to reality, and slipped off his belt.

The smell was so exquisite that I almost forgot to exhale. Just the scent of him drove me crazy, ready to explode. His body arched even more, telling me without words just what he wanted. Not only that, but his hardened cock was proof enough.

“Duo,” he whimpered, eager for me to get started. I licked my lips at the sight before me. He was so gorgeous. I didn’t know what to say, so I showed him instead. I lapped at his engorged head, delighting in his wet pleasure that was seceding from him. “Ohhh…” he tried to buck his hips.

“Have patience, sweet one.” I brought my tongue down to the base of his erection and then back up again. After some excruciating torture for the both of us, I slipped the head into my mouth, wrapping my lips around its neck carefully. He was the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted in a long time, sweeter than his homemade sugar cookies with a drop of honey.

In a way, he was like honey. Or was that candy? Hard, sweet, and sticky. He reminded me of honey actually, with those golden locks and sweet disposition. And he tasted just as sweet… and sticky. Just the thought of his honey golden nectar drove me insane, and I slowly engulfed his member deeper into my throat. I felt him shiver underneath me, and his head was thrown back. He let out a slightly muffled cry, and then one of his veins pulsed. I knew he was close, so I halted my actions.

He groaned in frustration like I knew he would, but he will soon get more pleasure than he has ever asked for. I lifted him by his thighs and dipped my head down to lick at his entrance. His hands grasped my hair at the top of my head and pushed me closer. Those hands moved down to my shoulders, and each time I thrust my tongue more forward into him, his nails dug into my shoulders. He gasped as my single movement turned into a couple. My hands rubbed his thighs gently as my wet muscle continued to dip and dart in and out.

“Duo! I can’t take much more of this torture… please…”

“Me either.” I muffled, and then made a long moist trail across his sack to his arousal once more. I gave the head one finally suck before coming back up his body again. I nibbled at his neck. “Tell me what you want, baby. And maybe I’ll give it to you.” I snickered.

“Don’t be more of a tease than you already are, you brat!” he chortled softly.

“Oh?” I nipped at his collarbone. “But I like to torture my prey.”

“Please, I want you, Duo… more than anything.”

“Is that so?” I chuckled. He watched me excitedly. He must love my laugh.

“Duo…” his eyes were now pleading. I decided to give in. I have tortured him too long, and me as well. His legs encircled my waist, giving me the go-ahead. He gasped as I moved lazily against his opening and a violent spasm of pleasure shook his entire body. His legs relaxed, his slender hips arched, his body trying to incite me to repeat that lazy movement of my body, and to give him that shock of ecstasy again.

My possessing eyes met his, “Is this what you want me to do?” I whispered languidly, and smiled as I moved again. Quatre didn’t seem like he could get the words out, but I don’t need them. I shifted our positions, my aching cock ready at his entrance. His legs squeezed me tighter as I continued my work, and then I moved forward a bit.

He closed his eyes on a shuddering moan of exquisite pleasure and pain as I filled him. It’s been so long. He was so incredibly tight.

His voice was barely sound, pleading me, sobbing at my chest. I finally stopped at the hilt and waited patiently. He shifted his weight around, getting used to the missed feeling inside of him. Once I felt him loosen up, I slowly started to make short, shallow strokes. The pace was painstakingly slow for me, but I didn’t want to hurt Quatre, and I didn’t wish to injure him from the inside as well, even though I knew I wasn’t.

Quatre didn’t seem to want any kind of waiting, and he tried to speed up my thrusting with his hips. I quickened my pace, and he didn’t hold back any throaty cries. I caught his mouth firmly under mine and moved more roughly, quickly, feeling his body take up the rhythm and echo it. The silken brush of his smooth skin took the last of my control, getting me closer to the end of my endurance. I felt him going up the spiral with me, the pleasure in his choked sobs, in his clinging hands and arching body, in the grip of his legs as they curled around me and tightened.

I fell into the white-hot heat of ecstasy, throbbing with him, as reality became nothing more than a glimpse of light somewhere in the distance, like a shooting star. My body stiffened even as he convulsed under my pressure. It was like being buried in warm, soft velvet…

He cried out, and somehow I found my hand stroking him in time with my thrusts, pumping him for what it’s worth. He shuddered as the last of our pleasure subsided.

“No! That’s not fair!” Quatre sobbed.

“What? What’s wrong? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“It didn’t last!” he clung onto me, “I couldn’t make it… it’s not fair…”

I moved my mouth softly over his damp eyes, and then across his wet cheeks, then to his panting lips. “Pleasure like that would be lethal in long doses, don’t you think?” I whispered into his lips. I bit at his bottom lip gently and then rubbed my mouth over it in soft little caresses.

Quatre moved experimentally and felt the intimate pressure still deep within him. His eyes lifted to mine, a little shy. My thumb brushed his lower lip while searching his eyes in a silence so profound that he could hear their accelerated heartbeats.

“It was like making love to a virgin,” I said in a deep, slow tone.

“It was like being one,” he murmured honestly. His fingers smoothed over the hard muscles in my upper arms. We were still intimately joined, and our eyes searched one another. I moved my hips opulently and his whole body clenched visibly. I could hardly believe it, but I was hardening once more.

I looked down into his eyes and moved again, with deliberate sensuality, watching him lift toward me helplessly. I grinned mischievously as I put my mouth tenderly over his, shifting our position with both hands on his hips, I lifted him so he was on top of me. Quatre shivered as the pleasure began all over again.

My last sane thought as Quatre pressed his body into me was that I hoped I had the stamina to survive what we were going to do to each other this time.

~TBC~