Edge of Seventeen

Edge of 17- part six

Contents: Shonen ai, AU, lemon, angst, Duo POV, bad language (naughty Duo)
Warnings: Lemon!! Yummy, yummy lemon! And some angst I believe
Pairings: 2x4
Rating: NC-17!
Notes: felt like going back to my other favorite pairing. Was thinking about doing another one similar to this one later that is a 1+4. (If anyone is interested in me doing one)
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. ^_^
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Four words, just those four little words and I became undone, taken in by his scent and sweet voice…I can’t see much in the dark. But the moonlight shone just enough that I could make out his eyes and slight tinted cheeks. I moved ever so carefully on top of him, and he squirmed a bit more, lifting his legs up and waiting for me to take control.

I froze. Barely able to register what is going on around me, and what I should do. It was hard enough that I had to admit to myself that I like boys, now I have to know how to make love to a boy.

‘This should be simple.’ I mused to myself, ‘I know how I like being touched, so I’ll touch him the same way. Piece of cake, right?’ Right.

I lean down and capture his lips with mine again. My hands never faltered and they slid down his smooth skin, and then down his taut stomach. The ache between my legs stiffened from the touching and petting. I moan deep inside of his mouth, and then he opened up more for me and glided his tongue between my lips.

The little scamp slipped off my boxers without me knowing, and my now hardened member was pressing up against his. I released his lips from this sudden touch, trying to see his expression in this gloom.

“Quatre!” I said barely above a whisper, I thrust my hips upward to feel the sweet friction that the other boys’ cock is giving to me. I attack his neck as he ran his fingers through my loose hair. He panted and moaned in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I edged my hand down between us, and then lower still to his entrance. I pushed a single digit inside of him.

“Duo…” he gasped. I planted light kisses down his neck and around his chest. He begun to buck his hips more, the faster my finger went. “More, Duo…please.” I slid another finger into him, making him groan. “God…harder…” I obliged, pounding in him with more shallow strokes. “Duo…I want you! Please…” his hand fell down between us and his fingers wrapped themselves around my arousal. He stroked me wantonly.

“Right now?” I teased. He moaned pitifully.

“Yes! Now, Duo! Now!” I watched as his head tilted back into the pillow more. I could no longer resist the angel who has opened himself to me. I feel as if I was taking his soul as I pushed my hard cock into him. He hissed through his teeth, and then braced himself with his hands on my shoulders.

Finally fully seated inside of him, I stopped so that we could both get used to this different sensation. So, this is why gays love this so much. I wonder what it’s like on Quatre’s end of things. Maybe someday, I will know. But for now, this beautiful boy underneath me is panting heavily, making me want to pound him into the bed. I take his lips again, showing him that I haven’t changed my feelings for him. As I let go of his lips, he lets out an annoyed grunt and tried to move his hips.

“You want something, angel?” I whisper in his ear. I acquired a small moan from him.

“Yes.” He panted.

I push inside him, even though I can’t go any further. “Is this what you want?” I moan.

“God yes!” he almost shouted.

“More than anything?” I ask.

“Duo…you’re so wicked.” He whimpered. I smirked at that.

“I know.”

I finally take mercy on the boy, and myself, and begin to slowly slide out of his shelter. I halt, only inches are now inside of him, teasing the both of us. I carefully slide myself back into him, him and his haven. I thought there was no place left for my soul to rest.

“Duo…” he panted, his fingernails were digging deeper into my shoulders, “More…”

“Uhhhh…” I pushed harder, feeling all of his velvet surrounding me. He cried out, rubbing his hands down my back and then raked them up my spine. I pulled out again, only half way this time, and then slammed it back in. He urged me onward, and I was now rocking back and forth, in and out of him faster and faster.

He lifted his legs up my body more, and I was now almost drilling him through the mattress. His groans and moans wouldn’t stop or quiet down as I was practically pulling my cock all the way out of him and then banging it back inside.

I wrapped my hand around his pulsating member, and I tried my best to stroke him in time with my thrusting. His hips began to jolt quicker, making me fuck him faster than I have ever jacked off before.

“Ohh, Duo…oh Duo…Oh GOD DUO!”

My mind was in overload. The sweet blond arched his body up and then let out a great cry as his orgasm over took him. It was the most beautiful sight that I’ve ever seen.

He bit me.

Hard.

White flashes swirled around my eyes.

I came with a shout. Deep inside of him…

He bit me harder. I came harder, thrusting inside of him for the last time.

I kissed his ear.

He wrapped his arms around me tighter, finally releasing his teeth from within my flesh. I pulled myself out of him, still feeling the aftermath as sleep was tugging at me. I think that Quatre agreed with that notion. His eyes were blinking furiously. I tasted his neck, and then up to his lips. We exchanged soft kisses, slowly eating at each other.

“Love you.” Quatre sighed. I smiled against his mouth, showing my appreciation for those words. Am I ready to say the same thing to him?

“Bed time, ne?” I whispered and then punctuated with a light kiss.

“Uh huh.” he murmured. I lay myself next to him, pulling him closer to me.

“Night, Q-chan.” I yawn.

“Good night, Duo.” He whispered back.

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I woke up to the sound of a light knock on the door. I opened my eyes slightly and lifted my head up groggily. Quatre was still fast asleep at my side, but this time we were naked. I blushed. I never really saw him naked, with the sun shining. It was only when the moonlight hit his face and chest. The covers were slipping off of his hips slightly, showing his curves and angles that he was possessing.

The second knock on the door awoke me from my daydream. My voice refused to answer right away, but I thought, 'what did it matter?' They knew that we were sharing a bed, and the covers didn’t show any sign that we’re naked. Without thinking, I asked who it was.

“Are you awake?” Mrs. Winner’s head peeked out around the door.

“I am now.” I said hoarsely.

“I’m sorry to wake you, but me and Mr. Winner would like to talk to you two. Especially you, Duo.”

“Oh?” I quirked an eyebrow at her, “Good news?”

“Well…” she sighed, “Good and bad, actually.” She looked away.

I blinked, curious about this whole situation, but then my eyes caught sight of something on the floor that I should have taken consideration for. Our boxers.

“Alright.” I try to smile. I started to shake Quatre awake. He finally opened his eyes half way, and then absentmindedly wrapped an arm around my torso. I gulped nervously, “Quatre, you’re mother is here.”

I never saw him sit up so fast before. He worked the covers more around his waist and his cheeks were flushed. I wonder if that’s what he looked like last night. “Good morning, mother.” He blushed.

“Good morning, dear.” She smiled. “Sleep well?”

“Uh…uh…yeah…” he smiled nervously.

“Well, get up and get ready for breakfast. Your father is home, and he’d like to talk to you two. See you guys downstairs.” She shut the door quietly.

“I wonder what’s going on.” I say, quickly locating my boxers and slipping them on.

“Duo…” Quatre’s voice sounded so sad.

“Yes, Quat?” I ask, turning around slowly. His eyes showed some shame.

“She saw the boxers on the floor, didn’t she?”

“Well…maybe she didn’t notice.” I smiled. I walked over to where my pants were lying and I put them on quickly.

“And I was kind of loud last night, wasn’t I?” he murmured.

My eyes shot over at him, staring directly into his soft, worrisome eyes. I sighed.

“Shit.”
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I quickly brushed and braided my hair. It felt good to have it in a braid again. I have a feeling that bad things are to come. I know that the Winners are very nice people, but I don’t know just what they’ll do to me. They might be the kind of folks that like to act all sweet and stuff as long as you’re nice, but since I did something with their baby…

“Are you ready yet?” Quatre asked. I heard a slight tremor in his voice.

“Just about, koi.” I snickered.

“Duo! Don’t call me that when we’re downstairs ok?”

“Oh, alright.” I said to him through the bathroom door. “Just a minute, Quat, I have to get my rubber binder on and I’ll be done.”

I was done and downstairs faster than I wished. Mrs. Winner was serving us breakfast and Mr. Winner was behind a newspaper. Mrs. Winner smiled at us.

“Morning Duo. Here’s your breakfast.”

“Thank you.” I grinned and then took my chair, ready to dig in. Quatre sat between his father and me. Mrs. Winner sat down between her husband and me.

“Duo Maxwell, we need to talk.” I heard Mr. Winner’s voice boom from behind the newspaper.

I gulped nervously, “O-ok.”

“I called your foster parents this morning…”

‘Oh shit…’ I sighed.

“They said that they didn’t care about what you did. Me and the Missus thought about becoming your foster parents.”

I sighed in relief, “Oh yeah?”

“We were thinking about this last night, before we fell asleep…”

“Uh…” I stammer.

“But now we’re not so sure.” Mr. Winner finally moved the paper away and we were now eye to eye. I’m sure he can smell my fear. His eyes wavered to Quatre. And he did something I know that you weren’t supposed to do when you think that you were caught doing something bad. Quatre looked away. “We heard you last night, and we’re not stupid.” Mr. Winner folded his paper in half and laid it down on the table. He took a sip of his coffee.

Quatre shocked me and spoke up, “Please, father, don’t punish Duo! It wasn’t his fault!”

“No?” Mr. Winner’s eyes shifted back to his son. Quatre gulped, but held his ground.

“That’s right. It’s my fault.” He looked away from his father’s seething glare, “I told Duo to go ahead. Duo was really sweet…he asked my permission. So it’s all my fault, father. Punish me, not him.”

“Is this true, Duo?” Mr. Winner asked, tone still hard.

“I…I guess so.” I looked over at Quatre.

“You love my son?” Mrs. Winner asked, looking at me curiously.

“Uh…” oh crap! I haven’t been able to tell Quatre this last night, and now I have to tell his parents?

Mr. Winner interrupted, “If you are to be with us, you’re gonna have to have your own room.”

I gulped and looked down at my breakfast, it was still hot. “Yes, sir. I understand.”

“I don’t like the fact that my son is gay.” He said, making my stomach turn. “But I know that I can’t change him if I wanted. And since you’re both almost 18, and you ARE in love…” he raised an eyebrow, “You ARE in love with him, right?”

“Uh…uh huh.” I nodded, eyes still lowered.

“And Quatre…you love Duo right?”

“Y-yes I do, father.” He stammered.

“I guess that we will be your foster parents, but on one condition. You cannot sleep together until you’re both 18. And I suggest we bring you two to the doctors to get tested.” He stood up and walked into the living room. “And…” he called out from the room, “No kissing in front of me or in public, or at all if you can help it. Is that understood?”

“Yes sir.” I said. “Is that my punishment?” I ask.

“That is both of your punishment.” He said, and then disappeared around the corner. I sighed, and then looked over at Mrs. Winner. She was looking down at her food as well. She seemed to be handling this better than I thought.

“Mrs. Winner?” I asked.

“Yes, Duo?”

“Can I still call you mom?” I grin.

She smiled back, “Of course you can, dear.”

I secretly find Quatre’s hand underneath the table and give it a little hopeful squeeze.

~TBC~