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"Give and Take"Written By: Fancy Figures Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, wish I did, just
enjoy writing about 'em for free etc Pairing: 2+3, 1x2x1,3x4x3 Warnings: lemon-ish, humour Rating: R Summary: I ‘stole’ this inspiration
from an episode of a popular TV serial, but I hope I make it enough
of my own to be entertaining! "Give and Take" Duo opened the bedroom door quietly and stepped out into the lounge. It was in darkness, apart from the moonlight sneaking through a broken slat of the blind and stretching a couple of pale, gleaming fingers across the couch and its cushions, several of them scattered carelessly on the floor. The room was silent, too, the only background noise the occasional swish of a car passing through the drizzle of rain on the road outside. It was a quiet neighbourhood – at this time of night, there was little traffic. He padded across the lounge into the bathroom. He rummaged for a moment in the cabinet. He tutted softly. Then he came back out into the lounge, tugging absentmindedly at the waist of his boxers. He wore nothing else. There was a faint creak from another door opening and he turned to look towards the other bedroom, on the far side of the lounge. He watched as a half-shadowed figure bent over the door handle, trying to close it behind him with as little noise as possible. The figure straightened up and Duo saw the dark hair flopping back down over one side of his face. The eyes widened, shining in the semi-darkness. Duo put a finger to his lips and the other man walked over to him, stumbling over one of the cushions and wincing as he stubbed a bare toe on someone’s discarded shoe. Duo grinned. “One of Heero’s,” he hissed. “Guess he forgot to clear up his clothes before you and Quatre got in. We were a little too… relaxed tonight.” Trowa smiled, slowly. He was dressed in nothing but boxers as well. “I gathered that. Your bedroom door was closed and the lights were all out, but the TV was still on and there was popcorn all over the floor one side of the couch.” Duo flushed, hoping the darkness hid his embarrassment. “That was me. I dropped the bowl. There was a bit in the movie that -” He searched for the word. “-startled you?” Trowa offered, wryly. He’d seen the DVD cover when he briefly cleared up. The title didn’t read like a horror flick, unless there was something shocking about naked young men diving into swimming pools. Actually, he and Quatre had been tempted to watch some of it themselves before bed. Then Quatre had peeled his shirt up over his head, laughing softly, and Trowa had turned off the TV with a rather-too-eager snap of the button. “You want the bathroom?” Duo tilted his head towards the other door. Trowa yawned and nodded. He didn’t move past Duo, just stood there, scratching aimlessly at his chin. “You finished in there yourself?” Duo couldn’t be sure, but it looked like Trowa was flushed, too. “Am I in the way or something?” he asked. “Of course not,” replied Trowa. His smile looked nervous. “I’ll go in, in a minute. Just need to… see to things.” Duo nodded, a smile starting up. “I see. You after something in particular? For you and the cute, insatiable blond?” Trowa frowned back. “Maybe. I just wanted to get… you know. Some more supplies.” Duo grinned. Trowa was flushed. “Used up your box already? And wasn’t it the special, deluxe, bumper pack on offer last month at the store? Impressive stamina, man.” Trowa ran a hand through his hair and glanced back in the direction of his bedroom as if someone might hear them. “Shit, Duo, you’re always so…” “Blunt?” Duo offered. He grinned even more. “We’ve been sharing this apartment for months now, and been dating our guys for almost as long. It’s no big place at the best of times. What’s to be coy about?” Trowa nodded and smiled back. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. There has to be plenty of give and take. You and Heero can be pretty noisy sometimes…” Duo snorted. “You and Quatre are the ones who scatter the place with your sex toys.” Trowa frowned again. “Who was it had to clear up that spilt chocolate body sauce all over the kitchen counter, then follow your footsteps in it all the way back to your bedroom?” Duo shrugged. “Who was it had to go searching for the scissors when you got your hair caught in the catch of Quatre’s handcuffs?” “And when the neighbours called the police because they couldn’t hear their TV over the sound of your orgasmic yelling?” Trowa hissed. “At least they could use their TV,” Duo snapped back. “You keep borrowing the batteries from our remote for your vibrating beads!” They glared at each other, their breath coming in shallow bursts. In the background, there was a soft, sleepy moan. Each of them glanced over quickly to their respective rooms, then back again. They both smiled. “Sorry,” whispered Duo. “I’m a bit… tense. You know? He’s been away for a few days and I’m kind of… glad he’s back. Being horny makes me cranky.” “You and me both,” replied Trowa. “Quatre hasn’t been able to stay overnight for weeks now. It makes it kind of special when he does. You know?” They met each other’s eyes and grinned. “Guess we both know,” said Duo. Trowa nodded. “So…?” He gestured towards the bathroom. “I’ll just pop in there, and get -” “Ah,” said Duo, rather too quickly. “Maybe not.” Trowa stared at him. “What do you mean? There’s always a spare packet in there. I bought them last month, because you usually forget yours, and if either of our guys forgets as well, it’s always good to have an emergency supply -” His voice tailed off. Duo was shifting from one foot to another. “You’ve taken one yourself,” said Trowa. His voice was suddenly quite sharp. Duo fisted his right hand and tried to tuck it surreptitiously behind his back. “Look, Tro. I’ll buy some more tomorrow. Heero was in a rush at the airport, he didn’t get time to buy any before we came home. Emergency supply, you said, right?” Trowa still stared. “You’ve taken the last one,” he said. He sounded breathless. Duo grimaced. “Sorry. You know how it is. We were back first tonight, and then we were kind of… busy.” “What about me?” Trowa sounded almost like a plaintive child. “What happened to the give and take of apartment sharing?” Duo bit back the response that he didn’t think it extended to condom sharing, but he judged – wisely - that Trowa wasn’t in the mood for flippancy. “Can’t you…? You know. Do something else tonight?” Trowa’s eyes narrowed. “I could say the same to you. Seems you’ve already yelled away to your heart’s content tonight. Once more seems plain greedy to me.” “And you could use some of those torture contraptions you keep in the laundry cupboard,” Duo retorted. “That’ll keep you occupied for hours. After oiling and powering ‘em up, I’m amazed either of you has the time or energy left to poke each other.” They glared. Trowa’s eyes flashed to Duo’s hidden hand, then back up to his face. There was another soft moan from inside one of the bedrooms. “I’ll pay,” blurted Duo. “How much do you want for it?” “Don’t be ridiculous,” snapped Trowa. His gut felt tight and tense. There was a familiar ache in the muscles of his inner thighs. Duo bit his lip. “I need this, Tro. I need him. He has to go away for another week soon. Then you can have free access to any and every sexually-related item in this damned place.” Trowa huffed. “I haven’t had Quatre in my bed for more than three hours at a stretch for weeks. He’s had a hell of a time at work with the takeover. He needs to forget about it when I’m here – we both need it.” Duo grimaced again. “So what do we do? Do we toss for it?” “With your two-headed coin?” growled Trowa. “I think not. You forget, I know all of those party tricks of yours.” “Look, there must be another one somewhere,” muttered Duo. “Your pockets? Mine? The cookie jar?” Trowa rolled his eyes. “None.” He took a step towards Duo. “Hand it over. Do I have to remind you that I bought it in the first place?” Duo’s expression became sly. “Ah, but I’ve already got it,” he hissed. “Possession being nine tenths, and all that.” Trowa’s eyes darkened. There looked like there might be a scuffle. Then the door to Duo’s room cracked open an inch or so. “Duo?” came a sleepy voice. “Missed you.” Heero stood there in pajama bottoms that hung low on his hips, with tousled hair and scratching gently at a silver thread on his bare belly. Right on cue, the other bedroom door opened as well. “Trowa?” Quatre sounded puzzled. He stretched lazily, the towel around his waist shifting precariously. He pushed a pale silk blindfold further up on to his forehead. “You want me to heat the massage oil up again?” Duo and Trowa looked at each other. “Take it,” muttered Trowa under his breath. “But you owe me.” Duo’s eyes widened. “Thanks, man! Look, I’ll clean the apartment this weekend. Cooker; toilet; you name it.” “And?” Trowa’s tone was steely. Duo heard Heero’s yawn from the other side of the room. On Heero, even yawns were sexy. “OK, so I’ll do it for a month. And replace the supplies whenever.” “And cook the suppers,” hissed Trowa. “And take out the trash.” He looked grim: only his lover would have recognised such a tenacious expression, albeit from different circumstances. Duo fidgeted, his feet starting to shift back towards the bedroom. His free hand hovered protectively around his groin area. “Sure. Whatever. I promise. Jeez…” The two of them glared one last time, then Trowa gave a grunt, and the two of them loped back across the lounge. They walked past their lovers without a word and disappeared into the sanctuary of their rooms. Heero looked across at Quatre and raised his eyebrows. “Trouble?” he murmured quietly, so that only the two of them heard. Quatre shrugged in reply. “No idea, but I’m sure it’ll be fine." He seemed distracted, looking back over his shoulder into Trowa’s room. “Just give and take. You know how it is.” He was fingering the blindfold, as if impatient to tug it back down over his eyes. Heero nodded. He kept glancing back, too, into Duo’s room. His breathing seemed quite shallow. “Guess we all know,” he said, grinning at something that only he could see. His hand tightened on the handle of the door. “See you in the morning.” The only reply from Quatre was the quiet click of Trowa’s door closing behind him.
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