Edge of Seventeen

Edge of 17- part seventeen

Contents: YAOI, AU, sap, slight angst, slightly limey, Duo POV, bad language (potty mouth Duo), a few OC'S
Pairings: 2x4
Rating: PG-13
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. ^_^
I also don’t own the song “we belong”, that belongs to Pat Benatar. (Hehee… I made a funny)

##Cleverly disguised as a responsible adult##
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“No! You can’t! It’s not fair!” I hear Quatre yell in the living room. Much to my surprise, he was on the phone. I thought he was yelling at his mother. “We just barely been here for seven months and we have to move already?”

“What??” I gasped. I decide to join him in the living room and wait for him to finish his conversation.

“I see,” Quatre said after a while. “Ok. But I don’t think Duo will be too happy. Do you think there’s a possibility that I can stay here with Duo? Yes, I have enough money saved to start college thanks to my relatives. Yeah, I promise that he’ll take care of me. Ok, we’ll talk about this later. Bye Dad.” He hung up. He jumped when he turned around, surprised to see that I was standing right behind him.

“What are you talking about?” I wrinkled my nose.

“You scared me!” He had his hand over his heart.

“Sorry.” I grinned. “Now what’s this nonsense I heard about moving?” He wrapped his arms around my neck and rubbed his nose against mine.

“Nothing for you to worry about, love,” he smiled.

“Oh, so you say.” I playfully nudge his nose with mine. “I think I have every right to worry. Don’t you agree?” I closed my lips over his. He kissed back gingerly.

“Leave it to me,” he mumbled against my mouth. He reached up more on tiptoe to press harder against me, and clung as our kiss deepened and became slow and hungry. “Now what do you think you’re doing to me?” he asked, releasing our lips.

“Loving you.” I grinned.

“Well, I like it. Keep going.” He crushed his mouth to mine again, his submissive moan made me go wild. I lifted him quite easily with my right arm, catching him neatly under his knees with the left one, and carried him to the couch with my mouth still demanding.

Quatre shuddered underneath me as my hands roamed his still clothed body. His legs instantly wrapped themselves around me, and he arched up closer to my body. I strayed one hand behind him and the other one was fumbling with the top button of his shirt. Our kiss became more fiery and urgent.

“Ahem… boys.”

We both froze. Our eyes slowly moved to the source of the voice, and I think Quatre was turning red.

“I… er, uh… that is…” Damn it, I hate not knowing what to say, let alone get my passion interrupted!

“I appreciate the fact that you two love each other,” Mrs. Winner chuckled. “But could you not do that in the living room? We’ll be having guests over soon.”

“Sorry, Mom.” Quatre sighed. He sat upright and put his clasped hands over his knees.

“Apology accepted, dear. Just remember to save all that lovey-dovey stuff for the privacy of your bedroom.”

“Very sorry, mum.” I grinned nervously. “Come on, Quatre. Let’s go ‘talk’ in our room.”

Mrs. Winner giggled.

I took Quatre by the arm and lead him up to our room. Once the door was shut, I turned my attention to him. He laid himself down onto the bed with his hands behind his head and knees up. He looked so relaxed I felt like leaping on the bed and disturbing that calmness. Don’t ask me why I feel like doing that; I guess I’m just in a mischievous mood. The radio was on but it was low.

“So then,” I wandered over to him, arms crossed behind me, “would you like to tell your dearest boyfriend what’s wrong? Or do I have to tickle it out of you?”

“Huh?” he blinked. “Oh yeah. Because my father couldn’t make it to that important meeting yesterday he got fired.”

“What!??” I clenched my fists tightly. I felt like hitting something. “That is so wrong and unfair!”

“That’s just the way it goes sometimes.” Quatre shrugged.

“Don’t they know that what happened wasn’t his fault? That’s no reason for them to fire him!”

“Well, in a way, it is his fault.” Quatre shut his eyes.

“How so?” I gnashed my teeth.

“The reason he got into that accident was because he was speeding. The reason he was speeding was because he wanted to make it back to my birthday party before it ended. He thought he was gonna make it before the light changed from yellow to red, but…” Quatre opened his eyes and looked up at me. I was absolutely furious about this whole situation.

“So where does that leave us? Am I gonna have to go with you guys or what?”

“I asked my father if it was alright that I stayed here and went to college with you. He said that he’d think it over and call me back.”

“College? What, you think I’m going to college? Ha! That’s a laugh! I just got out of school, why would you think that I’d wanna go back? I feel so free right now, Quatre! I wanna enjoy my freedom!”

“Duo, I told my father that you’d be taking care of me. I never lie to him.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, my sweet Quatre! I will be getting myself a job. Someone has to take care of the bills, ne?”

“But, Duo, I have enough to cover both my college fund and the bills…”

I waggled a finger at him, “Now, now… you just save your money for college and whatever else you have to use with it. I’ll take care of the rest, ok?”

“Uh…” I sat down on the edge of the bed, making him scoot over toward the middle.

“Now, you listen here, Quatre. You told your father that I’d help take care of you, right?” Quatre nodded. “Well then, I’m gonna help you! Where would you like to live? In a house, or an apartment? Or perhaps you’d rather live in a penthouse? Ne? NE?” I grinned.

“What can we easily afford now?”

“Hmm…” I looked up like I was thinking, and then eagerly laid my body across his stomach and stretched, “I dunno. I haven’t figured out what I want to apply for. Maybe I should try one of those temp services, ne? What do you think?”

He maneuvered a bit under me and started to play with my braid, “What are you good at? Besides being loud, ambiguous, energetic, and incredibly handsome?”

“Loud?” I sweatdropped.

“Uh… I didn’t mean that in a bad way.” He laughed nervously. He started to brush the end of my braid along his chin as he was thinking. I turned my head to him and watched as he stuck a couple strands of my hair into his mouth.

“So what did you mean then, you little hentai?”

“Ne?” his eyes widened. “I only meant that you’re loud. It’s the truth, isn’t it? And I didn’t mean it in a nasty way!”

“Sure you didn’t.” I smiled cheekily at him. “Course you wouldn’t know, since you’re always on the receiving end, right?” By the look in Quatre’s eyes, I’d say that I just stuck my own foot in my mouth.

“You’re right.” He grinned. “I’m always the one yelling out in ecstasy. You…” his face scrunched a little, “You just grunt.”

I huffed, “I do NOT just grunt!”

“Sure ya do.” He said after he realized he found another way to tease me. Now I won’t hear the end of it! “But yeah, I really don’t know just ‘how’ loud you can get since I’m always on the receiving end of the love making… hmm…” he swished the ends of my hair across a cheek.

“I don’t like the way this is going.” I sighed.

“Oh? Why is that, Duo my darling? Is it because you’re afraid of trying something new?”

“No, it’s just… I never really cared to, um…” I stopped myself short, thinking about how to word this. If I told him that I always thought about my butt being an exit and not an entrance, I might hurt his feelings. Yes, that’s the way I feel. I am bisexual you know, he is my first boyfriend, and well… hopefully the only one I’ll ever have. But this whole switching roles doesn’t sound very good to me for some reason.

Then a little voice in my head said, ‘but Duo, Quatre seems to enjoy it immensely, so perhaps it’s not that bad.’ Images of him being on top flickered in my mind. His hard cock piercing my virgin ass… him leaning over me with a possessing look on his face… his eyes rolling into the back of his head and his lids slowly shutting as he would release his sticky fluid inside of me.

“Duo?” Quatre shook me. I must have been daydreaming longer than I thought.

“Sorry, I was just thinking.” I rolled over onto my stomach. Our ribs were touching one another, side ways. It was like some weird symbolic cross or something. I could tell that he was still playing with my braid. I cocked my head back to him and watched as he started to make some kind of weird swirling design with the end of my hair.

“Would you like to try being on bottom some time?” he asked, still concentrating on his artwork.

“Maybe. Depends on how drunk you get me.” I smiled.

“Very funny.” He snorted.

We were strangely quiet for some time. I decided to move so I was lying right next to him. He turned his head to me so now our faces were so close that our noses were almost touching. I could feel his breath on my lips. I traced a couple fingertips across his cheek and jawbone and down his neck. He brought the end of my braid up and used it to cover up the lower half of his face like a veil. He fluttered his lashes at me.

“So, you wanna get an apartment?” I asked suddenly.

“Do I get to be on top some day?”

“You’re not supposed to answer my question with a question.”

“Well, if you say yes to my question, then that’s my answer to your question.”

“You’re a bitch.” I smiled.

“And you’re a controlling bastard.” He smiled back. He tried to tickle my nose with my own hair. I grabbed my braid back from him.

“This is not food, nor is it a toy.” I whacked him a few times with my slightly moist hair.

“Neither am I.” He ceased my wrist movements.

“Ohh… you’re getting quite lippy aren’t you?” I nuzzle my nose against his. “I’ll tell you what. Once we get settled into our own apartment then we’ll christen our first night there with having you be on top. How’s that sound?”

A giant grin slid across his face. Great, now I got my other foot in my mouth too. But, I guess it only seems fair since he’ll be the one paying the first few months rent on it, plus he’ll be paying his way into college. It’s only fair, right?

“You got yourself a deal.” He pressed his lips to mine. I slowly kissed him back, and then deepened the kiss as I rolled on top of him.

“Good. But for now…” I carefully begin to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way. I attack his lips once more, pressing him into the pillow. His hands roamed all over my back and down to my backside. I slipped a hand into his now open shirt and began to play with an already perky nipple.

“Love you,” he whispered.

I smiled and kissed his chin, “Love you too.” I continued my lip assault on him, and slowly removed his shirt.

There was a song on the radio and when I recognized it, I turned it up. I slowly lowered my hand down his body, and lightly kissed his neck.

‘We belong to the light, We Belong to the thunder. We belong to the sound of the words we've both fallen under. Whatever we deny or embrace, for worse or for better. We Belong, We Belong, We Belong together.’

~TBC~