Edge of Seventeen

Edge of 17- part twenty
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Contents: YAOI, AU, sap, LEMON!, slight angst, Duo POV, bad language (potty mouth Duo), a few OC'S
Pairings: 2x4/4x2
Rating: NC-17
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 anything else that happens to be in this fic.
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I paced the living room floor, letting Quatre finish up on his conversation to his mother on the phone, in the kitchen. Yeah, those words hurt. It hurt more than Quatre knew.

I’m not ready to settle down just yet.

He must have a perfectly good explanation for what he just said. How should I approach this? Maybe I should just wait on the engagement ring. I could ask him either right away or wait until it was time for bed. This stinging in my heart and eyes is much worse… way, way worse than the night that we christened this apartment.

It helps to have a room on the bottom floor. You don’t have to worry about making too much noise for the people downstairs. Although, I was a bit worried about those who were sleeping next door to us.

I flopped down onto the chair and lay back, putting my feet up onto the coffee table. He’ll yell at me again to get my feet off of it and to sit up properly, but right now, I’m too upset to care. Imagines of our first night here flooded my head. It was also the first time I let him take me, go where no man has ever gone before… inside of my ass.

~flashback~

I flung the door open, Quatre’s hand in mine as we walked into our brand new place, furniture already brought in courtesy of Quatre’s cousin who was in the moving business. The place wasn’t small, yet it wasn’t too large. I begged Quatre not to get a place that wasn’t too expensive. I will be paying the bills soon, even though Quatre told me not to worry about it. “I will worry about it, damn it!” I told him. “I’m not gonna try taking advantage of you because you’re rich! I love you too much for that, Quatre!” And the response from that was a blush and then a small, shy kiss.

I didn’t mind the fact that he was so meek when it came to him making first moves on me. I was always either pressing him up against the wall and being a total pervert and he was all giddy and shy, letting me touch him here and there, and he surrendered it all to me.

Tonight was supposed to be different for us. He was curious, and I made a promise to him that he could have top tonight. I looked back at my ass, about to become a two-way road soon instead of a one way. I sighed and whispered a little prayer, saying goodbye to my ‘other’ virginity.

“So?” Quatre sauntered over to the couch and sat down with a plop.

“Yeah?” I smiled. I crossed my arms over my chest and wandered up next to him, looking down at him.

“Tonight’s the night, huh?” he smiled weakly.

“Yeah.” I smiled back. “So then,” I sat half way onto the arm of the sofa, “how do you want me?” Quatre looked at a loss for words. “Do you want me naked and waiting for you, or do you want to strip me yourself? Do you want me on my back, on my stomach, or on my hands and knees? Or maybe you’d prefer me to take it up the butt with you on bottom and have me ride you? It’s up to you, really.”

A very bright shade of pink spanned across his cheekbones and over the bridge of his nose. He was staring down at his feet, shuffling them back and forth. I waited patiently for his answer.

“I-I don’t know…” his voice trailed off.

“Aww, it’s ok. We’ll take it one touch at a time.” I smiled. He looked up at me, and then gave me the ‘come hither’ gesture with his finger. I leaned over the arm of the couch and was inches away from his face.

“Let’s start right here, right now.” He breathed. I could tell that it took a lot of courage for him to say this. That only made me smile wider, and I lowered myself more, closing that gap between us. Our tongues were dancing around inside each other’s mouths. He tasted so sweet. It was a perfect mixture of himself and the honey he had minutes ago at that restaurant we came back from.

I reluctantly released the kiss and stood up, letting him see how hard he’s gotten me from being frisky. I moved over to the front of him and spread my legs a little, hands on hips. He looked up at me, face pink, and one side of his lip was curled upright. He gestured with his finger again, and I obliged most hastily, straddling his lap and being ever so careful not to put too much of my weight on him.

I dipped my head down and began to kiss his neck while he had his hands rubbing my back. He stopped at the waistband from the back and pulled my shirt out from inside of my pants. He pulled it up just enough so he could slip a hand up in it and he rubbed a hand up my taut stomach. I teased his ear a bit and then made my way back down his neck to his sternum. The small moans he was making in my ear were going straight to my growing member.

“So then,” I panted, “You wanna do it right here? Right here on the couch?”

“Not just on the couch,” he whispered, “All over this apartment. I wanna take you here, and then over the arm of the loveseat, and then you can take me on the floor, and the coffee table, in the hallway, in the dining room, and then into the kitchen, on the counter, against the wall, in the mud room, then in the other hall, against the closet, then in the bathroom, and finally in the bedroom.”

To say I was shocked was an understatement.

“Wait, you said that you want ME to take you too? I mean, I thought that you want to be the one in charge tonight.”

“Yes, I want to know what it’s like, but I want you so badly… I want you to take me too. We should have a mutual thing in our relationship, right? It shouldn’t be just you taking me or me taking you.”

“No, of course not. We can alter if you like.” I smiled. He ran a hand down my back and squeezed one of my cheeks. I lowered myself down more, my hard organ making contact with his. I slowly ground my hips into him, moaning slightly. His hands flew to the front of my pants and unbuttoned them. He, then, slid a hand inside and grabbed my sensitive head, then slowly started to tease it. I captured his lips in mine as I started to go crazy from his touch.

My god, it happened so fast. Before I knew it, we were stripped down and both hard with need. I tried to remember to let him take control, but a few times I’ve accidentally slipped. He didn’t seem to mind, but I corrected myself and had him take the lead again. He slid down the sofa so he was sitting on the floor now, with his head between my legs. He instantly latched onto my hard cock, sucking the head attentively. His mouth was so hot, I almost came right there. But the little bastard tweaked one of my nuts, making my member want to bury itself into my body.

“Uh, uh, uh… you’re not coming just yet. Not unless I say so.” He winked shyly.

“You better hurry up and take me then before I lose my nerve.” I tell him. He stuck his finger into his mouth, wetting it, and then he pushed it inside of me.

It was an odd sensation at first, but I beared it, knowing that there is more to come soon. He stuck a second finger in, and then a third. Soon I was so stretched that I felt as if I needed to go to the bathroom, but I didn’t. I understand now, why some guys like jacking off while they were on the throne. The feeling was so erotic.

“I can’t stand it any longer!” Quatre wailed, “I need you!” he took a hold of my hips and guided me down onto his arousal.

My eyes bugged out and my mouth flew open as I felt every inch of his cock getting buried deep inside me. I hung onto his shoulders for dear life as he thrust his hips upward. Then I felt his dick hit something inside of me and I thought I was going to explode.

Holy shit, he was thick! Thicker than I thought he could ever possibly be! I am unashamed to say that I was enjoying the ride he was giving me. I dug my fingernails into his back as he started to fuck me more rapidly, hitting my prostate harder and harder. He spread my cheeks wider and lifted his knees up higher, rocking us both faster. I let him know how much I loved it, very audibly.

He stopped, and slid out of me. I was very confused at first. I watched as the shyness in his features became less and less. He stood up, taking me with him, and walked us over to the recliner that was next to the dining room. He put a hand on my back, “Bend over,” he told me with a wicked gleam in his eye. I grinned back and obeyed him.

He lapped at my opening a few times before sliding his length inside me once more. There we stood, hunched over the recliner, rocking back and forth like crazy. I spread my legs further for him, gasping whenever he struck my sweet spot. It was odd to have him doing this to me, but it felt incredible to be filled like this.

He stopped again, and led me toward the kitchen. Man, when he said he wanted to do it all over the place he wasn’t kidding!

He cleared the table and laid himself down on top. He scooted close to the edge and spread his legs wide. “Duo, I want you to take me.”

“Huh?”

“I can’t stand it anymore! I need to feel you inside of me. Please.”

I shook my head and sighed, “You are something else, you know that?” I reached my middle finger over to his opening to prepare him, but he stopped me.

“No, Duo. I don’t want your finger.”

“But… but Quatre…”

“I want only your cock inside of me. I want to feel its massiveness opening me up.” He blushed furiously.

“No preparation, huh? I hear it hurts without it.” I winced at the thought.

“I-I’m wet enough. And you-you’re wet enough.” He sat up enough so he could reach me and lightly brushed a couple fingers on the underside of my crown. I shivered.

He brought the droplet on his fingers up to his mouth and seductively darted out his tongue to take a taste. I moaned, and moved closer to the blond siren. He grabbed onto my hard shaft, head already starting to turn purple, stroked it lightly, pulling it closer to his entrance. I tried to warn him that he’ll make me come sooner than expected, but he acted as if he didn’t hear me. I halted his movements, and lifted his legs over my shoulders.

“Alright, brace yourself.” Is the only warning I gave him before I started to push. I almost stopped all at once and pulled out the moment I heard him scream out. But he stopped me by grabbing onto my elbows to hold me steady. I was afraid to go on at first, but he rolled his hips around, and slowly he started to swallow me in deeper. Since he wanted it that bad, I decided to give it to him. I moved forward only a bit more and I was finally fully seated inside.

It only took a few more shallow thrusts and the movements became longer and harsher. He begged me to pound harder and faster. I was afraid that we might break the table.

Before we knew it we were in the kitchen, up against the refrigerator, with his legs spread wide, I was thrusting upward into his tight hole. He was holding onto the freezer’s handle for dear life. Then I grabbed him, stuck him onto the kitchen counter and pounded him there.

We made it into the hallway somehow, and I was grinding into him while he was on all fours. We shifted after a while, and he was on his knees in front of me. I bent down and took him into my mouth, trying my best to swallow him. I have no idea how those porno stars make it look so easy. I was almost gagging, and not from his length- it was from his thickness! My jaw felt like it was hanging by a thread.

He grabbed onto my braid and pulled me up to his face. There we knelt for a while, sucking face and fondling one another. Quatre stood and took my wrist; he helped me up onto my feet and led me toward the bathroom. This little tour of the place was getting rather fun.

With my braid still in his hand, he towed me over to the toilet and made me bend over. Well, I knew what was to come next, but I had no idea that it would be so sudden. In shock, I grabbed onto the tank as he took me hard.

Without knowing, he had untied the end of my braid and I felt his fingers as they ran through my flowing locks.

“You have the most beautiful hair I’ve ever seen.” He mumbled. Then he grabbed a fistful of it and tugged lightly. His other hand was holding onto my waist, and he pushed into me harder. “I like it when you take me, Duo.” He leant down to whisper, “but I enjoy fucking you like a wild animal.”

“Rabbits aren’t supposed to be THIS wild.” I gasped.

“Oh? Is that what you think of me as? Well, remember Duo, rabbits screw like mad.”

“It’s a good thing there aren’t any female bunnies around, huh?” I smirk.

“No,” I could almost hear Quatre grinning, “I wouldn’t allow any in here. I should get a sign to put on the door: No Girls Allowed.”

I laughed.

~*~

Minutes later, we made it into the bedroom. Quatre laid me down on my back. He decided to ride me, so I hung onto his waist and helped lift his body up and down. He rubbed his hands up and down my bare chest, once in a while stopping to roll my nipples gently between his thumb and forefingers. My hips pumped up into him faster and I felt myself loosing all control over my body. Before long, I was grunting and pouring my semen inside him.

After my orgasm subsided, Quatre turned me over onto my stomach and spread my legs apart with his knees. He knelt down as low as possible and slid his throbbing arousal into me. I balled up my fists, almost ripping the sheets right off of our bed as he drilled me almost straight through the mattress. A few minutes later, I heard Quatre cry out my name as he filled me.

We were nothing but a pile of sweaty goo once we were done. We both couldn’t move, which was fine with me. I enjoyed having him close to my body. I was contemplating on what to say but he beat me to it.

“Makes you wonder just who wears the pants in this relationship.”

I chuckled. “Makes no difference to me.” I cocked my head just a bit so I could show him the sincerity in my eyes. “I love you more than anything, and I’d gladly start wearing a skirt if that’s what makes you happy.” He smiled and planted a kiss on my nose.

“You already make me happy, Duo. Don’t change.”

~End flashback~

I relate that one sentence into my head. ‘You already make me happy, Duo… don’t change.’ Don’t change. Maybe he doesn’t want us to change. Maybe he’s afraid of any kind of change in our relationship. But, I must know the truth to why he said what he said.

On cue, he walked into the living room and smile as his eyes land upon me. I wasn’t smiling back, and I guess that’s what gave him a clue that there was something on my mind. He immediately sat down next to me and placed a warm hand on my shoulder.

“What’s wrong, Duo?” He asked real sweetly.

I clear my throat, “I’m sorry, Quatre. I walked in on your conversation with your mother. I heard…” I rested my forehead in my hands.

“Yes, Duo?” he coaxed.

“I-I heard you saying that you weren’t ready to settle down yet. I was wondering…” I lifted my head up to meet his eyes, “what did you mean by that?”

He blinked a couple times, and then looked away. “I’m sorry, Duo. Really, I am. I just, I just told my mother that because… well… I thought that YOU didn’t want to rush things. I thought that you wanted to wait at least a year before we talked about wedding plans. I mean, it seems so sudden and everything…” he was struggling for the words, but then sighed and looked back over to me timidly, “Are… are you mad at me?”

“Huh?” I blinked in surprise, “No, no! Of course not. I was just so taken back by your words… I thought maybe you just didn’t care for the whole wedding deal, ya know. It’s ok, I’m fine now that you explained everything.”

“Oh, Duo!” he hugged me dangerously close, “I had no idea that you had marriage on your mind already. You’re so sweet!” He kissed my neck.

I held onto him possessively and kissed his forehead.

“You’re the sweet one, my fair haired angel.”

~TBC~