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" Say It Again"Written By: Ashkara Disclaimer: I sadly enough do not own them. Sigh. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: yaoi of the graphic sort. Enjoy! Pairings: 3x2 Summary: This is a side-story to the Sabintha Series. Trowa can't get the memory of a "Capture" of Quatre and Duo out of his head and enlists Q's help to make a fantasy a reality. Will make more sense if you read "Tying Knots" first! "The Sabintha Stories" is a series founded
by Maureen that has some very specific rules. This story does not
fit within those rules, unfortunately, but after reading the others,
I had to write it, anyway. So consider it a Sabintha AU, and I hope
it does not offend anyone that I decided to play with the series concept
a little. Oh, this will make a little more sense if you read QRW/DM
#1: Tying Knots first. Let's just say Quatre and Duo once had an encounter…
and Trowa remembers the recording fondly! " Say It Again"
Sally Po was shocked as she walked into the conference
room. "Une? That note was from you?" Une looked up from an info briefing, surprised as the
other woman walked in. "Good evening, Sally. I didn't send you
any notes, no." Sally shrugged and shut the door, yawning and stretching
as she moved towards the table and an inviting-looking chair. It had
been a long day for the two women, capped off by a strange, unsigned
note to both, telling them they had a 19h45 meeting in the Mods &
Sims War Room. Sally sat heavily. "Any idea what this is about?"
Une shook her head, closing the briefing. "None.
If this is someone's sick idea of a joke…" She broke off as the screen in front of them blinked to life, and a whirring sound announced that the VidDisc recorder had come on. She watched as the fuzzy screen gave way to a room and its two occupants. "We're about to find out, I think." ~*~ Trowa took a deep breath as he stood at the entrance
of the small gym, steadying himself. He was still unsure about this,
despite Quatre's approval and actual assistance in setting it up.
On the one hand, he had to admit that he'd been fantasizing about
it since he saw that recording of Quatre and Duo, back in the Manguanac
village… On the other hand, he loved Quatre with all his heart,
and even with his tacit approval, it felt funny… He watched as Duo Maxwell spun gracefully, fighting
a phantom enemy with a rapid series of punches and kicks, each one
powerful and skilled, sleek, deadly. The boy was truly too sexy for
his own good, with a body he'd enjoyed watching so much… And
that voice. Duo's sultry voice calling his name as Quatre pounded
into that tight, little ass… He grinned to himself and strode into the room confidently.
He was going to enjoy this… and somehow, knowing that Quatre
was watching everything from the comfort of their office was no longer
daunting - it was adding a level of eroticism to the whole adventure.
Not to mention the ladies who he knew should also have been watching
by now. After all, something as good as he was sure this would
be deserved to be shared. Tossing his towel onto the bench next to the small refrigerator,
he confidently stepped forward and caught Duo's fist in his hand.
~*~ Duo's eyes opened in shock as his fist connected with
something. His eyes went wide – Trowa was standing across from
him, one strong hand holding his own fist firmly. "You've improved,
Duo." The braided teen blushed slightly, his chest heaving
slightly from his exertions. "You think so? Heero's been teaching
me some of his special techniques. Not easy, but it's been fun."
Trowa smirked. "Would you like to try it against
a moving target?" He stretched long and strong. Duo's jaw dropped open, but he quickly pulled his mind
back out of the gutter. Trowa was taken… they both were. "S-sure,
Trowa. If you want to, that is." The two seemed to be dancing a delicate ballet of death,
seeming to flow around one another, neither actually touching his
opponent. Trowa actually had a moment of concern as he dodged a flying
fist – the plan was that he would eventually take Duo down with
a good hit, but at this rate… Duo, meanwhile, felt his pulse rising with each move,
and it had nothing to do with the strain of the fight. Trowa was…
the damned man was wearing a torso-hugging midnight blue tank top
and a set of grey sweats that left extremely little to the imagination,
and left the bulging muscles of his arms, shoulders and pecs for hungry
eyes to feast upon. It was incredibly distracting to see those muscles
bulging and flexing, and it was taking everything he had to remain
focused. Even if his heart did belong to Heero. Neither really knew when the friendly competition took
on a more serious note, but both felt it as their strikes became more
precise, more powerful, faster, and it gave both combatants a rush
that brought smiles to both faces. Smiles that broke into full-fledged grins as they spun
and found themselves staring at the other's fist, no more than two
centimetres from their faces. Trowa and Duo were both breathing hard
as they let their fists fall. The braided teen backed away, still panting. "Damn,
Tro! Heero never goes all out like that with me… we *definitely*
should do this more often!" Trowa shivered at the other teen said his name in that
breathless voice. It was just like the tapes, only Duo was standing
right there, sweat making his white t-shirt stick to his toned chest,
tendrils flying free from his long, brown braid… And the torture was about to get worse – Duo walked
over towards the fridge, pulling his shirt off as he moved to wipe
his face, then reaching inside to pull out two bottles of water. Duo
didn't look as he tossed the bottle over his shoulder to Trowa, who
automatically reached out to grab it before it could hit him in the
face. His mouth went dry as he watched Duo drink off about
half the water before he leaned his head back and poured the rest
over his face, letting it run down over his chest and soak into the
waistband of his black sweatpants. "God, Trowa, where'd you learn
to fight like that?" Trowa shivered again – every time Duo said his
name… "I could ask you the same question." He stalked
forward. Duo's eyes opened as he felt the cool pressure of a
water bottle against his neck. He hissed as it ran down his back between
his shoulder blades. "Ummm… Tro? What are you…"
"Sh. Hold still," the taller teen commanded, removing the bottle as he stepped around Duo to look down into wide, indigo eyes in a pleasantly-flushed face. He brought the bottle down again, rubbing the cold surface
over Duo's chest and finally up to toy at a rapidly-hardening nipple.
"Hold very still." Duo backed away, though, confusion filling eyes clouding
over with a healthy dose of lust. "Trowa. Stop it." The taller teen chuckled, though, as he shivered again.
"It happens every time. Say it again, Duo." "What?!" "My name," Trowa replied in a soft, incredibly
sexy purr. He slowly walked closer, pulling off his tank top as he
moved. "I shiver every time I hear you say it…" "Trowa, I…" Duo yelped as his back came
into contact with the cool mirrors that lined the wall. Trowa followed, leaning in with one hand on either side
of Duo's shoulders, trapping him. He leaned closer. "I can't
get it out of my head, hearing you calling my name while Quatre fucked
you…" It took a moment, but then Duo shuddered. Hard. He knew
exactly what Trowa was talking about. "That video… Trowa,
I can explain…" He stopped, though, as he felt Trowa shuddering, long,
hard body pressed to his. "Please, Duo. Say it again." "B-but Quatre and… oh, God, Heero…"
Trowa leaned closer, rubbing against the bulge he found
at Duo's groin with an evil smile and glinting green eyes that promised
any number of deliciously wicked things. "I'm going to touch
you, Duo, run my hands all over your body. And I'm going to fuck you
until you forget your own name… if you want it, that is. All
you have to do is say my name." Duo trembled as Trowa's lips trailed a path down his
throat, gasping as the taller teen's muscled thigh pressed against
his trapped hardness again. "God, Trowa…" "Trowa will do just fine." Trowa kissed him. Any thought of escaping vanished as Trowa's tongue pushed
past his lips and danced against his. Duo moaned and kissed back,
fists clenched at his sides, shaking with the effort of not touching
the hot body now pressed against his. The green-eyed teen had no such compunctions –
he laid his palms flat against Duo's chest, slowly running them upwards
until he could tease at already-hardened nipples, raking over toned
flesh and velvety skin. Running one hand back down Duo's side, he
ran the other up into Duo's hair, gripping the bottom of the braid
and pulling the shorter teen's head to the side. Groaning, he pressed
a series of kisses against Duo's neck, moving steadily up to his ear.
"Say it again, Duo." Trembling hands reached out and slid slowly over Trowa's
hips, running up his back ever so slowly. "Trowa… God, Trowa, what are you doing to
me?" A deep, sultry laugh filled his ears as strong, graceful
hands cupped his ass and squeezed. "I'm planning to do far more."
~*~ Sally and Une stared at each other in disbelief. The
doctor's mouth flapped for a few seconds before she found her voice.
"Is this really happening? Jesus…" Both women grinned evilly. "This has got to be
one of the rarest pairings, yet!" Une said. ~*~ Duo's breath came out in a ragged sigh – Trowa's
hands were down the back of his sweats, massaging his ass with gentle
firmness while a talented mouth sucked at that perfect spot on his
neck, just below his right ear. He managed to sneak one hand down
between their bodies, quickly finding and giving a gentle squeeze
to the hard bulge between Trowa's legs. Grinning to himself, he reached
down into the taller man's pants and began to stroke him with a slow,
steady hand. Trowa breathed hard, breaking away with a final lick
at Duo's throat. "Say it again. Say it to me, Duo." His
hands flexed again. Duo whimpered. "Trowa, please…" "Please what?" Lick. Nibble. "Please… stop teasing me, Trowa. I want…"
Duo trembled, ducking his head against Trowa's chest. "Yes?" Trowa traced a finger down the cleft
of Duo's ass. "Trowa…" With a growl, Trowa's hands flexed, lifting Duo easily
– the braided teen's long legs automatically wrapped around Trowa's
waist as the taller teen carried him over to the mats and gently set
him down. Scooting back, Trowa quickly slid Duo's pants and briefs
down and off his body, baring him to hungry eyes. "Touch me, Trowa… God, yes, like that…"
Trowa kissed his way down Duo's chest, his cock pulsing
as Duo began to almost chant his name in that incredible voice. Quickly
stripping, himself, he surged back up to kiss Duo thoroughly, gathering
the young man's wrists in his hands and pinning them above their heads.
As they broke free to breathe again, he whispered. "Say it, Duo."
Duo's head was spinning – why would he fight that
voice? How could he possibly deny it? "Oh, Trowa… Fuck me,
Trowa. Please?" Trowa gave another sultry laugh as he ducked for another
kiss, releasing Duo's wrists to reach to the side for his towel and
the tube he'd hidden in its folds. He squirted a dollop of lube onto
his fingers as he ducked back down to press a kiss to Duo's quivering
stomach. "I fully intend to." He spread Duo's legs wide
and, as he traced slippery fingers to the braided boy's entrance,
he slipped further down and engulfed the American's cock in his mouth,
swallowing him to the root. "TROWA!" Duo shuddered as that hot mouth closed
over him. He buried one hand in the teen's soft, short hair, his hips
pumping into heaven helplessly. The fingers inside of him hitting
his prostate, wet suction in his lap… He grabbed for the tube and quickly reached for the
other teen's hard cock, slathering it with teasing strokes, drawing
long moans from Trowa that sent the most incredible vibrations over
him, his groin tightening. "Dammit, Trowa, just fuck me! Please!"
Trowa let Duo's cock slip from between his lips, grinning as he slithered back up that lean, toned body to kiss the young man again, at the same time lifting Duo's legs to his shoulders, thrusting suggestively
against his tight ass… And hissing with pleasure as he sheathed himself in
Duo with one hard thrust. "TRO! Oh, God, Trowa…" Waiting for Duo to adjust to him seemed interminable,
but he was finally ready to move, convinced his friend felt nothing
but pleasure as he pulled himself almost all the way out, only to
plunge back into a heat so tight and intense… The other teen
moaned his name. The sound of Duo's voice sent him into a frenzy, and
he pounded into the other boy relentlessly, delighting in each and
every cry, each moan, each sound- Trowa's arms scooped Duo against his chest protectively
as he rolled them over so the braided teen was straddled over him,
legs slipping from his shoulders. Wrapping one long-fingered hand
around Duo's weeping cock, he commanded, "Ride me." Without hesitation, Duo began moving. He gasped as Trowa's
cock slipped even deeper into him than before, and he tossed his head
back. "Trowa… God, this feels so good…" The green-eyed teen caught hold of Duo's braid and yanked
the hair tie loose, watching with wide eyes as Duo's mane tumbled
loose over and around them. He grinned and gathered a fist full of
hair, and wrapped it again around Duo's cock, stroking even harder.
"God, Trowa, I'm gonna…" "Yes, come for me. Come, Duo! Now!" Trowa
thrust hard up into the slender form just as Duo thrust downwards-
With a scream, Duo came, Trowa following only seconds
later as the tight heat of the other teen's body became an unbearable
pleasure. As their movements ceased, Trowa reached up and cradled
Duo's form gently down to rest against his chest, pressing a light
kiss against silky brown hair. Trowa held a finger against Duo's lips. "I know
you don't- neither do I. But since I saw that tape and heard you,
screaming my name when you came… Do you have any idea how distracting
that was?!" Duo's sultry laugh rang out. "You are one hell
of a lucky guy, Trowa. And Quatre is, too, for that matter."
"No luckier than you and Heero," Trowa said
softly, pressing another gentle kiss to the top of Duo's head. He
leaned closer to the long-haired teen's ear to whisper, "And
Heero is extremely lucky." He rolled Duo off his chest gently and smiled down at
his friend as he withdrew from his body. He stroked Duo's hair back
from his face. "Thanks for sharing that with me, Duo. I know
we don't love each other – not like we love Quatre and Heero,
at least – but that was beautiful." He extended a hand and
helped the other teen to his feet. He pressed a gentle kiss against
bruised lips before he turned to find his clothes. "Wherever Q is, tell him I want a copy of this."
Trowa froze and turned. "What?!" Duo gave him a Mona Lisa grin. "Oh, come on! I
know he's here somewhere. Though I must say you guys orchestrated
this very well, making sure Heero was away on a mission." Trowa had the decency to blush. "And one other
thing…" "What's that?" The taller teen grinned. "Let's just say we made
sure Sabintha would get a copy." "YOU WHAT?!" ~*~ Une and Sally were still fanning themselves as the recording
shut itself off, and they stared at each other across the table. Sally smiled. "So… who gets to send this one
in? It's Quatre's doing, apparently, but he obviously wants us to
hand it in…" "And who are we to pass up such a prime opportunity?"
Une replied. "We could send it in together, you know…"
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