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"The Pact"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Smut, Porn With Plot, OT5, Fluff, Mild
Angst, Humor, Fivesome, Angst, Newtypes, Possessive Behavior, Alternate
Universe - Dark, Non-Graphic Violence Pairings: 3x5x2x4x1 Summary: Formerly Intervention (retitled because the story detoured and went its own way).After seducing Quatre, the other four ex-pilots brave the uncharted waters of their new abilities and learn to cope with the unintentional gifts they were given. But as always, power requires responsibility and the humbling acknowledgement of humanity's weaknesses. The struggle to stay true to themselves becomes a dangerous and terrifying endeavor as they skirt the boundary where conscience bleeds into chaos and the dark abyss of temptation.
"The Pact" Duo's eyes glowed an eerie bluish-white as he stared at Quatre from the murky darkness of his bedroom, wide and blinking owlishly. He looked amusingly like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Quatre could see the flushed skin of his face, the faint sheen of sweat on his forehead and across his cheekbones and chest. His hair was disheveled and he panted slightly as though trying to catch his breath. Quatre experienced an uncanny moment of deja vu. His mind jumped back nine years in time to that traumatizing day when he'd accidentally walked in on his father while he was balls-deep inside his secretary with his Versace trousers pooled around his ankles. Quatre had immediately retreated from the room without being noticed, but not before the image was burned onto the backs of his twelve year old eyelids like the branded ass of a dairy cow. He winced, shoving the disturbing memory out of his head, and cleared his throat. "Sorry, did I call at a bad time?" Duo gave him a hesitant, lopsided grin. "I - naw. I was just...y'know...hittin' the bag," he said, making a rolling gesture with his fists. "Gotta keep in shape, right?" Quatre sensed the lie, but nodded anyway, not wanting to make this exchange any more awkward than it already was. "Of course," he assured him, shifting irritably when a trickle of moisture leaked into the seat of his pajama bottoms. Duo was in such a slovenly state, with his flannel sleep pants slung so low on his hips that Quatre could just barely see where the narrow line of dark hair below his naval flared out at the top of his groin. It was sparking that now-familiar tingle in Quatre's nether regions as the Omega caught wind of one of its Alphas. Am I really going to have to deal with this every time I come face to face with one of them? This fucking parasite has turned me into a whore. I might as well slap a red light on my front door and charge by the hour. "Everything alright, Q?" "Yeah," he said a little too quickly, waving him off. "It's nothing." "Doesn't look like nothing." He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head in defeat. Oh, how he hated repeating himself. "No, it's not nothing. I'm sorry to say, it is something." His only comfort at the moment was knowing that out of the four of them, Duo was the one most likely to take the news without throwing a fit, brooding like a storm cloud, or pulling some six month disappearing act. Duo rolled with life's punches like no one else he'd ever met and he was never more grateful for that than he was now. Duo's face was grim as he pulled his chair out and sat down. "This is about the other night, huh? I'm sorry about that, buddy. I don't know what came over us." "I do." Duo's head jerked up in surprise and Quatre felt lower than a dog when he saw the relief in his friend's eyes, the expectation of something he couldn't provide. "You do? "Yes." "Well, shit. That's good news, ain't it?" Discouraged, Duo slumped a little when Quatre's solemn mood didn't change. "Tell me, Q. What's going on?" "It would take too long to tell you everything tonight. I've already talked to the other guys and they've agreed to come out here on Sunday so that I can tell you all at once." When Duo opened his mouth to protest, Quatre raised his hand to stop him. "It's fine. Yes, what happened then will happen again and that's fine." Duo propped his chin on his fist. "Now you've really piqued my interest. You sure you want to subject yourself to that again?" "I'd hardly call that subjugation," Quatre told him wryly. "Maybe it escaped your notice, but I wasn't exactly putting up a fight." Duo chewed his lip in contemplative silence and Quatre guessed that he was recalling the events that took place a few nights ago. "That was some voodoo shit, Quat. Are you a shaman, or something? Sacrificing chickens in your bathtub while wearing necklaces made out of bones and teeth?" Quatre smiled. "No, not voodoo. Not witchcraft, or magic, or anything like that." Duo narrowed his eyes. "Is this from some kind of freaky OZ experiment when you and Heero were stuck in their evil lair for a month?" He glanced away, his brows knitting together in deep concentration, though it was far more likely he was thinking about something completely unrelated. "That might explain Heero's weird obsession with country music." Quatre's glum mood dissolved into a fit of hysteria and he threw his head back, letting out a loud bark of laughter. He wasn't sure why that struck him so funny, but he laughed until his sides ached and he was gasping for breath. It took several minutes before he could get his mirth under control enough to speak again. He wiped the tears from his eyes and shook his head fondly at his friend while the occasional giggle still bubbled up like helium from a balloon. "Oh my god, Duo. I think I'm getting slap happy, but I haven't laughed like that in a long time. Thanks." "Any time, little buddy," Duo said, cringing slightly after the words left his mouth. Quatre belatedly realized he'd just done the same. The Gilligan-esque pet name felt strange and out of place now. Foreign even. For both of them, it had never really registered as anything unusual since Duo had pretty much been calling him that from the first day they met. "Uh...sorry, Q. I'm not sure why that got weird just now." He cleared his throat and dismissed it with a wave. "Don't worry about it. So...are you coming?" Duo reared back in shock. "Wha - Quat, no! Why would you think I was doing that?" He paused, confused for a moment before his brain finally caught up. "Duo - god! That's not - I meant, are you coming over on Sunday?" Duo froze as he realized his mistake and tried to hide his embarrassment with a flippant hand gesture and an 'I meant to do that' look. "Oh, yeah. ‘Course. Pfffft, I knew that." Yeah, I'm not buying that for a second, Quatre thought. While he was not above the occasional ribbing, he declined to call out Duo's faux pas for the time being. "Right, well...like I said, I'm going to explain everything on Sunday after we - you know…" Now it was his turn to become flustered and he cursed the Omega, himself, Duo, Iria, his father, and every bloody deity he could think of. This really wasn't going well. What the fuck is wrong with me? What is happening to me? I'm becoming a whore! A sex addict! A freak of nature! This was not part of my life plan, damn it! What am I supposed to do with this? Why can't I just be normal? "I have to admit, Quat, that you've got me a little worried here." "I don't blame you." "Is it...is it life-threatening, or anything?" Quatre knew he looked visibly uncomfortable and kicked himself for not being able to appease Duo's fears. "No, not really -" "Not really? What does that mean?" "Look, you're not going to die any time soon, okay? But there is this issue that if I do, you might not live much longer after my death, but I promise you that I'm going to be working closely with Iria to find a solution so that won't happen because you shouldn't have to die if I do. That's just not right and I want to find a way to prevent that so I'm -" "Whoa! Okay, Q. Slow down, buddy. You're losin' me." "Sorry." "S'okay. Just give me a sec to process this." He lifted a hand to rub at his eyes and Quatre wondered how long it had been since he'd had a good night's sleep. "So...I'm right to assume some kind of bizarro heebie jeebie shit is goin' on, yeah?" "You could say that." "What, did we summon some ancient demon fugitive from the pits of Hell who decided to lay low in your ass?" A sound escaped Quatre's mouth, high-pitched like an unexpected laugh which surprised both Duo and himself. That wasn't exactly a pleasant thought, but it still seemed strangely accurate all things considered. "It's...well, it's not demonic. At least I don't think so. It's technically not even supernatural as far as I can tell." "Then what is it?" "From what I know so far, it seems to be evolutionary." Duo's brow quirked. "Meaning?" He huffed and rubbed his forehead tiredly. His brain felt like it had suffered an unfortunate encounter with a cheese grater. "Meaning, it's...something to do with Newtypes." "Ah." Duo leaned back into his chair and drummed his fingers on the faux-leather padded arm. "Why am I not surprised?" "Anyway," Quatre continued, pushing forward despite his discomfort. "The bottom line is, you're all intimately connected to me in basically every single way a person can be connected to another and then some. What that means is, you're going to...need me. And I'll need all of you, too." Duo tipped his head to the side like a confused Cocker Spaniel. "Need...how?" Quatre gave him a dark look. "I think you damn well know how." "So that's why I spent an hour banging Hilde into that cheesy 1970's velvet upholstery and still couldn't get my nut on, isn't it?" He recoiled at the vulgar admission and his stomach twisted queasily. His suspicion that at least some aspects of this connection were not a two-way street had apparently just been confirmed. After Iria informed him about the other four knowing if he so much as flirted with someone else, he assumed he would know if they did the same. Obviously he was wrong since Duo had spent the better part of his evening having sex while Quatre was completely unaware of any of it. Not that he had any intention of sleeping with anyone else, but it wasn't fair that they could track him in such a deeply personal way when he was unable to return the favor. A tiny, but noticeable knot of jealousy unraveled deep inside his gut, but he was unsure if the emotion was coming from the Omega, or himself. "Yes, I suppose it is," he answered, not realizing how frosty he sounded until it was too late. Predictably, Duo's hands flew up in defense. "Whoa, roll the claws back in, Quat. I was desperate, okay? I've been jacking myself raw and I thought that maybe -" "No, Duo. Don't - you don't owe me an explanation, or an apology. I'm sorry for acting like that. I don't know what came over me." "Hey, don't feel bad. If anything, I feel like a massive hypocrite." Duo shook his head and fidgeted with the tip of his braid, running his finger back and forth over the fringe that was held together by a rubber band. "That night...after the first time we did it, I said I would kill anyone who lays a hand on you." He glanced up and stared at Quatre with a mix of sincerity and shame in the glittering pools of his eyes. "I meant that, Quat. I can't take it back no matter how much I want to. Actually, I don't even want to now that I think about it. There's so much violence in my head when I think about…" he trailed off, blowing out a forceful breath and Quatre didn't miss the barely imperceptible clench of his fist. "You're not the first one to tell me that tonight, Duo, so don't worry." He glanced up sharply and the startling shift of color and intensity in his eyes sucked the oxygen from Quatre's lungs. It made him think of the chaotic force of a self-cannibalizing star the instant before it became a supernova. The powerful and sublime flash of a celestial body while in the throes of death, brilliant and blinding before releasing that chaos across millions of light years, destroying and creating life in its wake. It was uncannily similar to the spark in Heero and Wufei's eyes, presumably Trowa's as well and he wondered for the third time that night just how much power these men carried inside them now. As before, in the face of such raw emotion - the frenetic dominance trapped inside a man who had not yet learned how to control it - Quatre's body and mind were forcibly pushed into a state that could only be described as ‘stupidly horny'. "I need you, Quat. I need you like I've never needed anything, or anyone before. I can't sleep. I keep forgetting to eat and you know that's not me. When I was fucking HIlde, all I could think about was fucking you. The only way I can get off is by humping my fucking pillows while pretending I'm dicking you into the bed and the relief only lasts a few minutes before I'm hard as a rock again." Duo's voice sounded dry and wretched, like a man crawling through the desert, half-dead from thirst and Quatre's heart panged with sympathy. "I'm so sorry for doing this, to all of you. There's...something I can do for you right now, but I can't guarantee how long the effects will last." Duo visibly brightened at the possibility of respite. He leaned forward, peering at Quatre's flushing face and swiped a wet tongue across his upper lip. "How are you gonna do that?" Instead of answering, Quatre stood up and started to disrobe. He heard Duo's hissed expletives through the tiny speakers on either side of his computer as every inch of his porcelain flesh was revealed. Thankfully Duo was sharp as a tack when it came to sex which spared Quatre the embarrassment of having to explain his intentions. And Duo wasn't wasting any time busting out the dirty talk. "Oh, fuck yeah. Take it all off, baby. Are you wet for me?" Direct, blunt, and aggressive, such was Duo's way. The kind of man who was fearless enough to make decisions in a snap and never look back. Something that was always potentially dangerous, but when it came to sex, it was an aphrodisiac of the highest caliber. Duo knew exactly what he wanted and he was not afraid to take it. It was deliciously primal, like being snatched by a caveman and ravished on top of the nearest boulder and Quatre couldn't deny how much of a fucking turn-on it was. His legs wobbled at the gravelly tone and he dropped back into the chair, furiously kicking his feet to free them from his pajama pants. His butt slipped a little on the leather seat from the increased production of Eroycinnia and emitted a loud squeak, causing his face to flame with heat. "Sorry, I didn't - I mean, that wasn't what you think it was." Fortunately, Duo didn't seem to care. His eyes glowed a muted blue that Quatre was fairly sure was not coming from the light of the computer screen, but rather from a fire that was being stoked inside him. His own body responded, flaring like a furnace turned up too high. Mindless instinct took the reigns, driven by primitive need alone. He hooked his bare legs over the arms of his chair and spread himself open to his lover's ravenous gaze, his ardor spurred on by his shameless display of submission. Take thee, my good sir. And please, I beg of you...thou must not be gentle with thee. His inner thighs and the exposed part of his ass gleamed with the Eroycinnia that was smeared as he got himself situated. He traced fingers trembling with desire gently over the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh, coating his fingertips with the slick warmed by his body. The tangy and slightly sweet scent of it curled beneath his nose for the fourth time that night and despite his exhaustion from the previous three rounds, the Omega inside him, selfish and myopic, was ready for more. "I'm so wet, Duo," he whispered, his eyelids drooping slightly as his index and middle finger circled his opening. The Omega keened with need, fueled by the touch which promised a delightful taste of paradise. Goosebumps rippled across his skin, the tiny blond hairs on his arms standing on end as if an electric current was thrumming through his veins. He applied only the gentlest pressure and his Eroyica gland responded with another flood of slick. "I'm so wet for you." "Damn right, you are," Duo hissed, wrapping his hand around the thick column of flesh jutting up between his thighs. He tugged up, far enough for the foreskin to completely cover the head and then dragged it back down until his pinky finger rested against his drawn-up balls. He was already close, so pent up that he looked ready to pop like a champagne bottle that had been shaken vigorously. "You look so fucking hot, baby. God, I want to stick my head through the screen and lick you clean. I wanna suck that stuff right outta you until you can't take it anymore…and then keep going until you come all over yourself again and again." "And when you're shaking and spent, I wanna throw your legs up and fuck you so hard that your screams can be heard from the next colony. Until you can still feel me inside you a week later, every time you move. I wanna fuck you so deeply that my scent will be stuck to your skin no matter how many times you try to wash it off." Immersed in Duo's fantasy, Quatre's eyes involuntarily drifted closed, but he forced them back open, not wanting to miss a moment of the erotic sight before him. Duo was splayed back in his chair with his thighs a few inches apart, tensing every so often whenever he twisted his wrist the right way. His supple chest glistened with sweat, rising and falling in rapid succession and the muscles of his abdomen were clearly defined as they clenched beneath the golden skin. Fuck, did he know how to talk dirty and he was utterly shameless about it. The dialect rolled off his tongue just as naturally as his American accent. It was something Quatre admired as he couldn't quite do it himself without blushing like a virgin on her wedding night. Duo's words, though filthy, were oddly eloquent and poetic in their own way. Coupled with the deep rasp of his voice and the slow, but precise way he spoke, Quatre was convinced he would have made an excellent porn star in another life. Not that he was about to suggest such an occupation for fear Duo would be intrigued enough to try it. Quatre was damned if he was going to let something like that happen. The possessiveness that gripped him was unfamiliar and a little unsettling and certainly not something he nursed when he wasn't under the Omega's influence. While he still had enough wherewithal to understand that these feelings were not rational and was accepting of the fact that all four of them had a right to pursue other relationships, there was that intrusive feeling which manifested as the same voice he'd heard in the bathtub earlier that evening. One that was all too happy to inform him that the Omega was not above sabotaging those relationships if it felt threatened enough by them. And that scared him because it was so unlike him to do such a thing. He felt powerless in the Omega's grasp despite knowing now that it had always been a part of him. He worried about the hypothetical day that it felt intimidated enough by one of their relationships to take matters into its own metaphorical hands. How powerful was it exactly? Was it strong enough to override his free will and force him to do something he would regret for the rest of his life? I'll just have to be extra vigilant so that doesn't happen. The voice returned, uninvited of course and sounding gleefully vindictive. Good luck with that, kiddo. Now stop overthinking and pleasure us. His body convulsed as the tip of his finger grazed over his prostate and then snagged the swollen Eroyica gland just beneath it. An intense wave of wicked sensation rushed through his veins and seemed to wrap itself around his bones. His Eroyica gland released another pulse of fluid and he felt the warm trickle make its way towards his fingers, and then run down his hand and wrist before dripping onto the seat pad beneath him. That's it. Good boy. See how good I can make you feel? Don't you want more of it? Don't you want your Alphas to pleasure you? Honestly, you should be thanking me for giving you this gift. I'm in the driver's seat, kitten, so just lay back and let me take you places you never knew existed. The Omega's pep talk worked like a charm and Quatre's back arched sharply from a particularly hard jab of his fingers. His mouth dropped open in a soundless cry as his legs clenched tightly around the chair's arms. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck...Duo…" Duo's breathing was labored, peppered with heady groans, but he was still able to form a coherent sentence. "That feel good, baby? Mmm. You're so wet. Yeah, fuck that sweet little ass of yours. Just picture me there, buried balls-deep inside you. It's not your fingers making you feel so good. It's my cock touching you in all the right places. Fuck, I can't wait till Sunday. I'm gonna shove my face between your thighs and eat you out until you come so hard you'll forget your own name and then I'll fuck you right there on the floor, just like I did last time. You remember, baby? Remember how amazing I made you feel?" Quatre jerked his head in a half-nod, arching his neck back until he was staring upside down at the wall behind him. He puffed heavy breaths laced with high-pitched whimpers through his clenched teeth as the pleasure condensed and reached unbearable levels, on the cusp of whisking him away towards oblivion. His mind conjured up an ethereal image of himself standing on the edge of a steep, rocky cliff. Below him, a vast emptiness stretched out for what seemed like forever and he couldn't tell if there was a ground beneath the thick white clouds, or if it was an endless abyss with no bottom to reach. He was so close that his bare toes curled over the jagged edge. The wind was strong and cool in his face, blowing his soft curls behind him and he lifted his arms up, unafraid and ready to take flight. "Duo! Duo...oh, god! It's - oh, god - m'gonna - gonna come…" "Come for me, baby. Jump. Let it all go and fly, free as a bird," Duo prompted in a breathless, ragged voice. Quatre dimly wondered if they were both seeing the same endless expanse from their respective perches at the edge of infinity. "I'm right there with you. I won't let you fall, I promise. Let me see you come undone." Quatre's fingers pressed hard against his prostate and Eroyica gland and stayed there. The prolonged stimulation was the catalyst that triggered his release, sending him tumbling head-first into a spiraling free fall. He let out a sharp cry as the rush of blinding rapture carried him away and he surrendered to it with helpless abandon. In his mind's eye, he'd pushed himself off the edge of the cliff, but instead of plummeting to his death, he was carried along the current, weightless and free. The wind rippled over his chest and belly like a lover's caress, keeping him high above the clouds as he soared through the heavens to kiss the sky. But he was not alone. Warm fingers wrapped around his own and then Duo appeared beside him. He smiled and grasped his lover's hand, holding on tight so they wouldn't be blown apart by the wind. Told you I wouldn't let you fall. None of us will ever let you fall. We've got all the time in the world so let's spread our wings and explore the universe together. *** Quatre jerked awake sometime later with a crick in his neck and a trail of drool from the corner of his mouth to his chin. He rubbed his eyes and blinked several times to clear his vision, feeling as though he'd just woken from a twenty year coma. His computer screen was still on and he leaned closer, spotting Duo slumped forward with his tousled head resting on his desk. "Duo?" The other man didn't even twitch, much less respond. Quatre leaned even closer until his lips were flush with the microphone outlet. "Duo!" An aborted snort drifted through the speakers as Duo's head shot up, his eyes only half open. "I didn't do it, Fei, I swear!" "Duo, wake up. It's just me. You were dreaming." "Quat?" Duo squinted at the screen and his shoulders drooped with relief. "Oh, thank Christ. I was dreaming that Fei caught me tee-peeing his house last Halloween and was about to slice me, dice me, and chicken fried rice me." Quatre narrowed his eyes. "You said you didn't do that." Duo grinned like the Cheshire cat. "That'll be our little secret." He stretched his arms over his head and groaned. "Man, that was some ride we took, wasn't it?" "Are you talking about the virtual sex, or the vision?" "Both." "So you saw it, too then." "I didn't ‘see' it, Quat. I was there. I can…" Duo trailed off and very slowly dragged his fingers through his hair, keeping it pulled tight away from his face. "I can still feel the wind in my hair, the way my clothes flapped against my skin. I could feel it move under and around me, holding me up so I wouldn't fall." His eyes took on a distant look, as though he was witnessing something only he could see. Or perhaps not because Quatre had seen it, too. "I could feel you. Your hand in mind...so warm, but it's more than that. I could feel you. All of you. It felt - feels - like you're a part of me. Like you're fused with every atom in my body. I feel like -" He paused and then dropped his head with a self-deprecating laugh. "Never mind. It's stupid." "Tell me," Quatre pressed, fascinated by the direction this conversation was going. "It's okay, you can tell me." Duo let out a long sigh and sagged against his chair. Quatre watched him lean it back until the front legs lifted off the floor and then spin slightly from one side to the other. "I feel...powerful. I - it feels like I have some kind of energy buzzing around inside me. It crackles sometimes, like my clothes when I forget to use fabric softener. For some reason, I feel like it has a mind of its own." "My senses are heightened. I can see, hear, smell, and taste things...like really subtle, vague things that I never could before." He rubbed his forehead and added, "Last night, I was so horny I couldn't sleep. I beat off like three times and it still wasn't enough so instead I just laid there for what had to be hours listening to the hum of my ‘Open/Closed' sign." "That sign is on the other side of the building, Quat. I've never been able to hear it from all the way over here and then it felt like - like the energy that's in me started to sync with the on/off, on/off tempo. It felt like it was beating in time with my heart and all I could think was, ‘Jesus, I'm a human metronome.'" Quatre nodded, though he had the sense there was more. The only other person who'd expressed a similar experience was Trowa. If Heero and Wufei felt something as well, they'd kept it to themselves. "Go on." "I feel invincible, immortal even. Like a god. There's so much power in me, I feel like testing it to see what it can do, but I don't know where to start and it - I'm a little scared of what it can do." He glanced up at Quatre as if he was hoping the blond would ease his fears. "Is that how you feel? Is that how you've always felt, being a Newtype and all?" Quatre shook his head. "Honestly, I don't really feel any different than I usually do and I don't think I've ever felt like a god. I mean, some things are different now, mainly my libido," he joked, laughing when Duo did. "But I still feel pretty much the same. I've been an active Newtype since I was born so maybe it's because I'm used to it." "Man, I don't know how you do it, Quat. I've only been like this for a few days and I feel like everything is upside down. Like I'm supposed to put my pants on my head and walk around on my hands. I don't think I could handle being a Newtype." "You are a Newtype, Duo. You've always been a Newtype." "Pretty sure I haven't." "You have. Otherwise you - never mind." "What?" "I'll tell you everything on Sunday, I promise. I'm so damned tired, I can't even think straight." "I feel you, blondie, believe me. I think I'm finally gonna sleep like the dead tonight, thanks you to. That was the most mind-blowing wank I've ever had." He glanced down at his lap and added, "I think you tuckered the poor little guy out." Quatre snorted. "That makes two of us. Though I'm pretty sure I'm stickier than you." "That won't be a problem when I'm there on Sunday," Duo assured him with a lecherous wink. "Between the four of you, I doubt it will," Quatre agreed, flushing to the tips of his ears. "If you're at all like you were a few nights ago." "You ain't seen nothin' yet, sweetheart. I have plans for you that involve handcuffs, whipped cream, and my face buried between your ass cheeks. " Quatre scoffed playfully in the hopes of shoving back the unmanly giggle that wanted to escape. "Perv." "I should warn you though that I might get a little greedy." "The others might not appreciate that." "Oh, I know they won't. As much as I'd like to keep you all to myself, I know they're just as hard up as I am so I think I'd be right if I said they'd probably pop a cap in my ass." "Trowa, maybe. Not sure about the other two." "Oh, they would. You betcha. I'm halfway convinced that some of my recent insanity has been coming from those three. I dunno know how, or why, but I can feel them. Not as much as I feel you, but they're there and it's hard to ignore. I mean, we were all nuts before. Not sure if five certifiable, sex-crazed ex-Gundam pilots mingling with society is a good thing." Quatre nodded. "Probably not, but I don't think we're too far gone yet. I was told that you guys would be able to sense each other, but that you would sense me more. This doesn't seem to be a two-way street, though. I can feel you some, but I don't have a lock on you. Not from this distance anyway. My empathy doesn't seem to have gotten any stronger since this happened, but you guys have..." He paused, remembering that first night when Trowa had put him to sleep with a mere thought. "You have abilities that I don't and I don't know why." Though if Iria was correct, it had something to do with being an Alpha. As an Omega, Quatre apparently didn't need that kind of power because he had four Alphas who did have it breathing down his neck. There was so much information he had yet to learn and god knew how much more that hadn't even been uncovered yet. The frustrating thing was, there were more theories than facts when it came to Alpha/Omega relationships. So many of the dynamics were vague and almost impossible to recreate in a lab for observation and testing. There were no blood tests to rule out, or confirm an Omega. No equipment that could measure what was going on. Most of them found out via their families, typically by their parents, one of whom was also an Omega. Knowledge about the hereditary condition was typically a closely-guarded family secret, passed down through word of mouth, usually by the Omega mother, or father and much the same way that any parent would explain the birds and the bees. As such, records tracing the Omega gene back to its inception were scarce and what few did exist were protected behind heavy bureaucratic barricades which only a select handful of people had access to. Fortunately for Quatre, his sister was one of those people. The fact that several decades went by before it was even ‘discovered' also put a damper on their ability to understand it. Without knowing its true origin, or why it developed inside the very first human, they had to rely on guesswork, the power of deduction, and countless experiments. Iria had dubbed the process, ‘Flying by the seat of our pants.' Not very comforting as far as Quatre was concerned, but he tried to reassure himself that if and when any new information came to light, he would be among the first to know. It wasn't ideal, but what choice did he have? Duo's face was grim as he peered through the screen at him. "I have a feeling this is big. Isn't it? Bigger than us maybe." Quatre nodded and rubbed his hands over his face. "I think it's safe to say it is bigger than us. It's still kind of a mystery, but I promise I will tell you everything I do know in a few days." "Guess that will have to do," Duo said through a yawn. "I just wanna say thank you for...y'know. What you did for me tonight. Watching you get yourself off like that was the hottest thing I've ever seen. Made me pop quicker than Fei's temper." "I think you mean last night," Quatre told him, glancing at the clock. "It's two in the morning." Duo lurched forward, arms and legs flailing as he struggled to pull himself upright. "What?! Holy sh - how the fuck did so much time go by?" "I think we were passed out longer than we thought. I called you at nine thirty." "Damn. And I gotta be up at six to meet Howard for the Sweepers' meeting in the fourth district which basically just means a bunch of balding dudes perching their sagging butts on rusting microwaves and cannibalized dishwashers while they scarf down bagels and Krispy Kremes and bitch about their wives. Maybe I'll play hookie and sleep in." "I wish I could do that. I took the last few days off, but I have to go back tomorrow. My colleagues are starting to unravel." Duo snorted. "I swear, those pricks you work with can't even wipe their own asses without a notarized contract and a Powerpoint presentation. How you put up it with it is beyond me." Quatre chuckled. "It's par for the course." "I don't envy you, buddy. I may not have the most glamorous gig in the world, but I don't think I would survive as a corporate shill. Not - not that you're a shill, of course, but I'm not going to kid myself. I - ah, never mind. It's not important so how about I quit yapping and let you get some sleep. You need it." "Yeah. Yeah, I do," Quatre agreed, lifting his hand to cover a yawn. "If you need anything before Sunday, just give me a call. I don't know how long this will last so if you need a booster shot, call me, okay?" "Well, I'll try to control myself. It's only a few days and I don't want to keep bugging you with this." "That's fine, but if you're in dire straits and nothing else is helping, don't feel bad about contacting me. I mean it, Duo. I don't want you guys suffering needlessly." "What about you? It's not exactly healthy to be giving so much of yourself." He smiled, touched by the concern. "I'm not sure how much of a choice I have, but I will try not to run myself into the ground. That's about all I can promise right now." "Fair enough," Duo conceded. "At least make sure you're rested up by Sunday because I think you're going to need it." "Oh, I know I am." Duo hesitated, looking uneasy again. "You sure you're okay with this? Sunday, I mean." Against my better judgement, I'm looking forward to it. I can't stop thinking about it and when I do, I wind up soaking my trousers. His body craved it. There was a place deep inside, too deep for him to reach that itched for something he could not satisfy. Fucking himself on his fingers only worked for so long before it was back and stronger than before. His mind was so preoccupied with the memories of the previous weekend. The physical recollection of lying prone on his living room floor, bleating into the carpet while five separate orgasms were fucked out of him. Fantasies of the sex to come consumed his thoughts so frequently that he couldn't figure out where the last one ended and the next one began. It was driving him mad. He wanted it so bad, he could taste it and there were only four people in the entire world that could satisfy him. "Yeah," he answered a little shakily. "Yes, I'm okay with it. I - like I said before, I'm not faring much better than you guys. I want it, Duo. I feel like I'll go mad if it doesn't happen soon." Fuck it. There was no point in lying to himself anymore. "Hang in there, sweetheart. We'll be there before you know it and we'll take good care of you. We're gonna rock your world and blow your pretty little mind." God, this is not helping. "Hopefully I can do the same," he said instead. "But for now, I need sleep. I'm dead on my feet." "Okay. Go, get some rest. I'll see you this weekend if I don't talk to you before that." "Thanks, Duo. Goodnight." "G'night. Sleep tight. Don't let the bedbugs bite," Duo crooned in a voice that was soft and dreamy. It made Quatre think of rainy days and curling up on the sofa with a warm blanket and a cup of soothing chamomile tea. Until he added, "That's our job now." You bet your ass it is, buster.
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