"I wish I were you "

Written By: Lisa-chan

Disclaimer: The G-boys are not mine. I only use them for loads of fun and for putting them in compromising situations and stuff.

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: yaoi, Lime, Lemon, Yaoi, and all that jazz ;p

Pairings:1x2, 5x6, 2x4, 3x4

Summary: Everyone always sees Heero and Duo as the perfect couple. But what if Duo finds out that Heero’s extremely possessive and jealous? And what if Heero finds out that Duo has a not so secret admirer?

Author’s note: This thing has taken me more than five years of my life, excluding the beta-reading, so I hope it will make you laugh and cry, it will make you hard or wet or horny or whatever, In short, I hope you’ll like it! :D Thanks to Lathroniel for the beta-reading.

"I Wish I Were You"

12. Alone with Duo

“Whew, what was that all about? As if they didn’t trust us. What does that Heero think of me anyway, to threaten me like that. Now, Quatre,” he said, turning around. “That was some speech you gave there, buddy. Way to go, I’m proud of you.”

“Duo, stop exaggerating,” Quatre said, closing the door.

“No really, Quatre. You finally learn to stand your ground and there’s nothing that’s more important than that. I’m really proud of you.”

Oh, he wouldn’t be so proud of him if he was be able to take a look in his head now, and see the reason why he had crossed his own borders by speaking in such a way, his motives for staying home alone with him. The riot his conscience and hormones where having inside of him. It was wrong, it was all so wrong. But he didn’t want to do the right thing, not tonight. Tonight he would transform into Cupid himself, a love sniper, waiting for the right moment to shoot his love arrow. Everyone thought of him as angelic anyway, right?

“Come on, let’s go upstairs,” Duo cheered.

Hold it. Upstairs? “Duo!” Quatre squealed. “What do we need to go upstairs for? I thought we would watch a movie together!”

Duo turned around on the staircase in that seemingly mocking manner, of which only his friends knew it wasn’t mocking at all, but just his usual behaviour. “Quatre, did you really expect me, Duo Maxwell, the awesome, enormous God of Death, to go sit there and watch ‘The Lion King’?” he said heroically. “I didn’t think so. Besides, I’ve already seen that movie a hundred of times. And the second too. Now, are you still coming or do I have to find that book all on my own?” He turned around again and banged his way up the stairs with heavy footsteps.

Oh right, Wufei’s book. Quatre had completely forgotten about that. Duo, or more precisely the possibilities that night alone with Duo opened, had held most of his brain cells occupied.

“Now, are you gonna help me,” Duo’s impatient voice urged him.

“Yeah.” He ran behind Duo up the stairs and once inside saw him immediately heading to the right, to where he assumed was the boy’s bed. Instead, he headed straight for the bathroom.

“Hey,” Duo said puzzled, looking around in confusion.

“What?” Quatre asked.

“What’s this?”

“What’s what?”

Duo scampered back outside, and within minutes rushed back into the room with an unsettling expression on his face. “The rooms are furnitured in opposite directions,” he informed Quatre, as if the boy wouldn’t know the furnishing of his own house.

“Meaning?” Quatre queried.

“Meaning?! We have adjacent bathrooms!”

“Still not following.”

Duo dropped his head and sighed in defeat. “If we have adjacent bathrooms, we won’t be able to pester Wuffels with our screams,” he explained.

“Oh,” Quatre said slowly. “Well, might as well stop screaming then.”

“On the contrary, my dearest Quatre,” Duo sniggered, slithering his arm around Quatre’s shoulder. “We are gonna scream like never before.”

Quatre sighed loudly when Duo just didn’t seem to get his point. “Listen, Duo. Maybe Wufei doesn’t hear you, but I do. Unlike Wufei, I don’t have two bathrooms between your bedroom and mine.”

Duo blinked a few times while Quatre’s words registered in his mind. “I see,” he said, after having stared blankly at Quatre’s face for a few moments. “So, it’s not only my and Wufei’s bedroom that are furnished in opposite directions, but all the rooms?”

“That’s right,” Quatre nodded. “That’s why I went to Trowa’s room, the other night, remember? You guys can sometimes be very loud. In fact, one time I even heard you while I was downstairs in the kitchen.”

“That bad, isn’t it?” Duo said with a guilty finger to his chin.

“Yes. I hate to tell you this Duo, but you’re gonna have to keep your hormones in check a bit.”

The finger that rested on Duo’s chin started tapping and a pondering frown appeared between his eyebrows. “Hm, we’re gonna have to find a solution for that,” he said, seemingly not agreeing with what Quatre was proposing. “I’ll give it some serious thought. Now, let’s start looking, shall we?” He rubbed his hands together and looked around the room, wondering where to start. “I take the bed and the wall unit, you the nightstand and the closet, okay?”

“Okay.”

Duo immediately attacked the bed with a determined fervour. He dug under the pillow, searched the sheets, dove under the mattress. It didn’t take five minutes though, before he heard a careful stutter from Quatre.

“Um, Duo? I think I might’ve found it,” the boy said, inching towards the bed.

Duo’s head swivelled around. He jumped on the bed, stumbled his way through the mess of sheets, his feet getting tangled up in his haste, and landed next to Quatre with a not so graceful dive.

Quatre reached out for Duo, the book flying to the side, but was too late to catch him. “Are you okay, Duo?” he asked meekly, while helping his friend upright.

Duo used Quatre’s arm to hoist himself up and grinned stupidly. “Yeah, I’m fine. Jeez, I gotta be more careful,” he said, rubbing the same shoulder he had landed on that morning just the day before. Much to Quatre’s surprise, he took off his shirt and checked if any bruises were starting to show. “You see anything, Quatre?” he asked, inspecting the skin.

Forcing his eyes to only look at the shoulder and not the broad and fairly muscled chest instead, Quatre slowly shook his head. “Nothing more than a few light bruises, Duo. Guess you have been lucky.”

“Hm. Oh well, it will go away. I’ve been through worse,” Duo shrugged. He put his shirt back on, not even bothering to button it up again, and turned the other way. “Now, let’s see about that book.”

Quatre was relieved about the change of subject. Noticing Duo picking up the book and holding it up in front of him, he soon realized that ‘relieved’ maybe was a bit of an unfortunate choice of words.

“Gay AC/197,” Duo read out loud. He flipped the book open on a random page and started reading.

Jamie squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth as he neared his climax. The table he was lying on shook dangerously with the force of David’s thrusts. “Oh David! Screw me! Screw me harder! Oh yes, harder!”

Yes, ‘relieved’ had been a very unfortunate choice of words. Especially because Duo was very good at making the accompanying noises and faces.

Duo looked up from his reading to see Quatre staring at him in shock with the reddest of red cheeks he had seen from him so far. “Quatre,” he whispered, aghast.

“That is porn,” Quatre breathed.

“And very good porn, I might say,” Duo grinned as he flipped further through the book. “Man, I gotta get me one of these. And where did you say you found this, Quatre?”

“At the bottom of the closet, under a pile of clothes.”

“Ho ho, you have underestimated your friends, Wuffles.” Suddenly he stopped. His eyes widened considerably and his mouth dropped open. On the feel, he made his way back to the bed and went sitting down once he’d reached it. “Quatre, you gotta see this,” he squeezed out, beckoning the boy with a gesture of his hand without looking up.

“What is it, Duo?” Quatre asked, trotting to the bed and sitting down so he could take a look. “Oh my,” he choked.

Duo slowly looked at Quatre, the boy’s eyes glued to the book. He swore, his cheeks could combust any moment. “It has pictures,” he whispered.

“Uhu,” Quatre nodded automatically.

The picture almost screamed back for Duo’s attention. He turned his head again, the couple in the book too enticing to ignore. It was one of those pictures of which you can almost hear its characters moan by just looking at it. It depicted two men, one of them completely naked and standing on all fours with his nicely shaped ass facing the camera. The other one was sitting on his knees behind him, clad in nothing more than the tiniest thong ever seen. In his hand he held an impressive, black, leather whip, the handle of it suggestively poised between the legs of the first one. He looked at the viewer with a “should I or should I not shove it in” look in his eyes.

“H-he’s not really going to… to do what I think he’s gonna do, is he?” Quatre stammered, shyly looking up at Duo.

“Well Quatre, I guess there is only one way to find that out,” Duo said.

Both eager to know what would happen next, he turned the page. Next to him he could hear Quatre gasping loudly and clasping his hand in front of his mouth. He too winced at what they got to see.

“I don’t believe this,” he said with a shake of his head.

“Doesn’t that hurt, Duo?” Quatre asked.

“I don’t know,” Duo admitted honestly. The picture on the next page showed the man with the tiny thong indeed sticking the handle of the whip into the other guy’s ass. The face of his victim was screwed up in a mixture of pleasure and pain, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth open in a soundless scream.

“Wait,” Duo said. He turned the page back to the previous picture and took a good close look at the whip. “Oh, I see.”

“What is it?” Quatre asked, looking at the picture himself, but failing to see the light in the darkness.

“Look,” Duo said, pointing at the image, more precisely the discussed handle of the whip. “It’s slightly rounded, almost as if it would be a vibrator or a dildo. And from what I can make out from that irregular gloss, I think it’s covered with lube too. So that makes it a lot less painful.”

“Oh yeah, I see,” Quatre nodded in understanding. “So… Do you think they are David and Jamie?”

Duo shrugged, much to his own surprise closing the book. “Might be. They’re cute enough,” he mumbled.

Quatre watched his friend standing up and traipsing around the room, his eyes searching for something else he could use for poking fun at Wufei. He wasn’t directly planning on putting the book back where he’d found it, it seemed.

“Duo?” Quatre said. “What are you gonna do with that book now? Aren’t you gonna put it back?”

“The hell I am!” Duo snorted. “Before he gets it back, I intend to first let him simmer a bit until he asks for it himself. He’ll be sitting on his knees begging me to give it back.” He grinned and caressed the book for the value it held. “With this, I have a treasure in my hands.”

“But why, Duo? Why do you want to confront him with it? Can’t you just put it back and pretend like nothing happened?”

“And miss out on the opportunity to bully him? I didn’t think so, my dear Quatre. Besides, if he has porn, the least he can do is to share it with his friends, don’t you think?”

No use trying to convince Duo of the opposite, Quatre realized. He had Wufei in his claws and would not let him go. He’d play with him like a cat.

He was stretching now, also like a cat. So content with his victory he was. Quatre watched how the fabric of his shirt parted for him to behold his chest. He could not tear his eyes away from the view, he simply didn’t want to. It seemed to him he was doing it on purpose, even though he knew he wasn’t. Why would he? If he wanted sex, he could just wait until Heero was back home, and then he was sure to hear all about it.

But that wasn’t for another few hours. For now, he was still his to admire; the muscles of his chest and abdomen rippled under his smooth and undoubtedly soft skin, his nipples were hard nubs amidst a see of caramel. Starting from his navel, a fine line of brown hairs travelled down under the waistband of his pants, all the way down to…

He had to rearrange his thoughts, otherwise it would become noticeable. And he didn’t need that right now.

Duo sighed contentedly and bounced on the spot. “I wanna read a bit more. Do you want to read more, Quatre?” he chirped in his usual happy-go-lucky style, sharp contrast with the book he was holding in his hands.

Quatre quickly gave a firm shake with his head. “No, I don’t.”

Noticing the red flush spreading over Quatre’s face, Duo’s eyes narrowed and his mouth crooked in a grin. “Really Quatre? You really don’t want to read more of this?” Duo tried, waltzing back towards the bed and practically gluing himself against him. “Don’t you wanna find out for yourself whether it really is David and Jamie on those pictures?”

Quatre felt highly uncomfortable with this situation. Did he understand that correctly? Was Duo cajoling him into reading porn together? There, on Wufei’s bed, with no one else in the house? That was just asking for it. And another thing. How come it had been so long since he used one of his ridiculous nicknames on him? He should’ve been glad actually. He finally obeyed him about his name. Yet Duo obeying him, hell, anyone, was not his usual behaviour, and so it could not be a good sign.

“Duo, put that book away. I don’t want to read that with you,” he said, cursing the shiver in his voice.

Clearly not buying it, Duo flipped the book open. “You know what I think, Quatre? I think that deep down in the bottom of your heart, you do want to know what more our two boys are capable of,” Duo murmured, his breath ghosting over Quatre’s ear, intended or not intended, Quatre didn’t know.

Quatre shivered and bit back a moan. Obeying him, yeah right. So now it had already come to ‘our two boys’? Deep down in the bottom of his heart, did he want to know what more they were capable of? Exactly, that was just the worst part. Duo was right.

“This isn’t a good idea, Duo. I mean it,” he said valiantly, inching a bit away from Duo and the dreaded book. “We can’t just go and read porn togeth…”

Right in the middle of Quatre’s sentence, Duo indeed went and started reading, standing up and walking around the room as he did so.

David slammed hard into Jamie, reminding him of exactly who was in charge tonight.

“What was that, Jamie?” he growled, leaning over and practically smothering Jamie with his upper body.

“I said, Fuck Off, you asshole!” Jamie hissed.

Another inhumanly hard thrust was the punishment for such an insult. “Isn’t that exactly what I’m doing? Fucking? Besides, talking about assholes, yours is pretty tight. I like that.” David grinned maliciously and sped up his pace, Jamie screaming underneath him and drawing blood on his back as he dragged his nails along the leathery skin. He felt the bed moving, he heard the headboard slamming against the wall, the creaking of the legs. Although he held his eyes closed, he knew David was looking down on him in the ultimate of satisfaction. He knew he liked seeing him in pain. The kind of pleasurable pain only he could make him feel. It made him horny, he got off on it. He was a sadist, a masochist. Jamie didn’t know why he allowed him to abuse his body like that. Like that night before, whit that bull whip. He had just taken it, lubed it up and shoved it in his ass. It had hurt, dammit, it had hurt like hell. Still, he liked it. He liked to be controlled, the feeling to belong to someone.

After all, tomorrow… the roles would be reversed.

“What’s the matter, Jamie? You’re so quiet all of a sudden,” David grinned, pulling Jamie back to the here and now. “Have you lost your tongue? That would be a shame, you’re so talented with that little tongue of yours. Licking up and down my cock, it’s all you’re asking for, isn’t it?”

“Put a dick in it, you bastard,” Jamie spit.

David tisked and momentarily ceased the savage movements of his hips. “That’s not the way a good little bitch like you should behave. Now, do you still want to come, or should I just pull out now, make you blow me and let you lying there with your hard on?”

“I’m sorry, Master. Please continue.” Jamie had to force himself to say the words, but he was positive that David wouldn’t hesitate to carry out his threat, and gods, he needed his release and he needed it now.

“I want to hear you beg for it, Jamie.”

Jamie closed his eyes. “Please Master. Please, go on. I need to come. I need to feel your hot cock moving inside of me, hard and relentless.” He heard himself saying it like a mantra. He was a weakling.

He didn’t give a fuck.

David smirked evilly and started moving again. “Good boy.” He thrust harder and faster than before, feeling his own climax nearing. His eyes closed in bliss, the screams from the man under him filling his ears and fogging his head.

“Harder! David… I beg of you! Fuck… me… Ah!… HARDER!! Ooh, I’m so close! Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop, David!”

David kept on thrusting, his pace very fast now. A sudden heat hitting his chest made him look down. The sight of Jamie coming and the feel of his inner walls clamping down on him triggered his own orgasm. With a raw cry, he released and slumped forward on Jamie’s heaving body.

Duo swallowed hard before peering over the rim of the book to Quatre. The boy had just established yet a darker shade of red. His legs were suspiciously squeezed together. He walked over to the bed again and went sitting next to Quatre. Close, as in “thigh to thigh” close.

“That was intense,” he said, blankly staring in front of him.

Quatre just sat and stared at a point on the wall, not sure his vocal chords were still functioning. Obviously, the book was mainly based on domination, humiliation and a lot of dirty talk. He was surprised, to put it mildly, that Wufei enjoyed such books.

Duo decided it would be wise to close the book and keep it closed this time, at least for this evening. He blindly laid it beside him and kept sitting in silence for a few moments. There were only very little things that could get him in that state of speechlessness: exhaustion after a mind blowing fuck with his lover, ultimate stupefaction and extreme embarrassment. A mix of the last two cases was pretty much how he felt right now.

“So, what should we do now?” he said finally after a good minute of deafening silence.

“What I have already said about a hundred of times. Put the book back where you found it and never speak of it again,” Quatre said, having found his voice back.

Duo shook his head and looked aside. “No no, you misunderstand me, Quat.”

Ah, Quat.

“I’m not changing my mind about the book, it stays with me until Wufei comes crawling to me. No, I mean, now that we have found the book so quickly, we’re gonna have to find another way to fill the evening, aren’t we?”

Quatre turned his head too and felt electricity tingling along his spine at the eye contact they made. He wondered if Duo could feel it too. “Oh, like that,” he said softly. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Any suggestions?”

Oh, did he have suggestions!

“Uhm… yeah, but…” He looked away, to the hands lying in his lap. He couldn’t ask this, he shouldn’t provoke things himself.

“What, Quatre? What did you have in mind?” Duo asked. Judging by his reaction, it most definitely didn’t involve a certain Disney classic about a lion and his cub.

Quatre sighed. At the other hand, he was already sitting there, to his distress, with a hard on. It couldn’t get that much worse, now could it? Besides, if Duo wouldn’t broach the subject, then he would have to bring up the topic himself.

“I still have a few questions.”

“Questions?”

“Yeah. About sex.”

“Oh,” Duo said slowly. “What would you still like to know, Quatre?”

Taking a deep breath, Quatre looked up, back to the big, shining lavender depths he couldn’t get enough of. “Well, I was wondering… How do you… uhm… How do you…”

“Quatre, are you still gonna say it?” Duo chuckled.

Quatre took another deep breath, and as he exhaled, the words came out it a rush. “I would like to know some stuff about sucking off. There, I said it.”

And back to studying the hands in his lap.

Duo smiled and, putting an arm around Quatre’s shoulder, pushed his chin back up to look at him. “Quatre, don’t be ashamed. I don’t want you to think of this as something dirty or abnormal, okay? It’s just a part of it. I’m sorry I didn’t come up with it myself. I should’ve thought about it.”

“It’s okay,” Quatre peeped. He was wrong, it would get worse, a lot worse. He wanted to kiss him. At that very moment, he didn’t want anything more than to kiss him. Could he really do it? Could he really ignore the screaming voice of his conscience and blindly follow his emotions? Could he say ‘Fuck it all’ and just kiss him?

It would be stupid, he knew that, he reminded himself of that every moment. But it would not be something he would choose for himself, it would be an act of despair. He was desperate. It was a desperate case he was entangled in; and desperate cases called for desperate measures.

He would do it. Fuck it all. Fuck it all and to hell with consequences! He would kiss him.

“Let’s go to my room then,” Duo cheered, jumping up and not aware of the fact that Quatre’s lips just skimmed past his head. “We have stuff to practice over there.”

Dammit! Quatre cursed inwardly. So close!

Close to the destruction of everything, the voice of his conscience reminded him. You don’t dare to ask him to kiss you, because you know what his answer will be. Instead, you just want to go for it. And his reaction? Don’t you fear that? He will push you away, Quatre, and the entire evening, the entire holiday, the entire future of the five of you will be ruined. Don’t do it, Quatre. You will end up getting hurt.

“Shut up,” Quatre snapped under his breath to his own mind. He was hurt now, too.

It was frustrating how Duo was blind to the signals he was sending out, aware or unaware. It made something click in his head, pushed a button. If Duo was going to keep on ignoring him, he would have to take matters in his own hands. No more being shy, no more being timid and careful. He would be bolder and more aggressive. His decency hightailed, and it took his sense of reason along with it. He would seduce him, openly provoke him.

Desperate cases called for desperate measures.

Fuck it all.

Duo had already left the room. Quatre stood and wiped the wrinkles out of the bedclothes before he went joining his friend. Coming into Duo and Heero’s room, he saw Duo sitting on his bed with a box in front of him.

“What’s that, Duo?” Quatre asked.

Duo looked up as he heard Quatre’s voice and saw him staring at the box. “Oh that,” he said. “Those are my and Heero’s dildo’s. We’re gonna use them for practice, that okay?” He laughed as Quatre wrinkled his nose and carefully balanced a dildo between his thumb and idex finger.

“Don’t worry,” Duo grinned, guessing what Quatre might be thinking. He picked out a few dildo’s from the bunch and put them aside. “These are brand new.” He proceeded to take the rest of the dildo’s, multicoloured and varying in size, putting Wufei’s book at the bottom of the box and dropping the toys neatly on top of it. Quatre gave him a questioning look.

“That’s in case Wufei should go on an exploration through the house for his book. I’m pretty sure he’s not gonna want to touch these.”

Chuckling, Quatre jumped on the bed, the dildo’s rattling in their box. “This is the fun part of staying home alone, isn’t it? You can do whatever you want.”

“What do you mean, Quat?” Duo said absent-mindedly, polishing a stain off one of the dildo’s. “Dammit. Just bought the thing and it’s dirty already.”

“Well, don’t you think Heero would frown upon it if he saw the both of us sitting on your bed and messing around with your dildo’s? He might get the wrong idea. You know how possessive he can be, and then I’m not just talking about his toys.”

Touché. Quatre had him there. “Yeah, I know what you’re talking about, Quat,” Duo sighed, looking up. “I know it can be annoying sometimes, his possessiveness over me. But I’m sure he’s only doing it because he loves me.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that, Duo. Sure, he loves you, but if he doesn’t even allow you to dance with someone else, then it goes far beyond that, if you ask me.” Of course, Duo had already been a bit tipsy – a lot, in fact - when he’d danced with him the other night. Big chance he didn’t even remember, so he consciously didn’t mention the exact way they’d been dancing. “It’s like you really belong to him, like you’re trapped and have nowhere to go.”

Duo shifted to a more comfortable position and lay the dildo aside. “But that’s just how it is, Quatre. I belong to Heero, and Heero belongs to me. I couldn’t imagine it any other way.”

“Oh, is that the kind of relationship you’re in? Where you regard each other as property? Why, I had no idea. Poor Duo, I really do pity you.”

“That’s not true, Quatre! I can do tons of stuff!”

“Yes, as long as it’s with Heero.”

Duo fell silent on that. Doubt and insecurity were tracing his features. “Do you really think that way, Quatre?” he asked.

Quatre nodded self-evidently. He took one of the dildo’s and let his fingers play with it. “I do, Duo. If you ask me, you should just have a good and long talk with Heero about this. Maybe you don’t see it, but I see what’s going on. He’s smothering you, you don’t have anymore freedom.”

And that’s how it would start, the downfall of the legendary, unbreakable couple Heero and Duo.

Quatre had changed his strategy. A wicked plan he had come up with only a few moments ago. He threw off the idea to seduce Duo now. Well, maybe he would still seduce him, just a little. But he wouldn’t openly provoke him, like he was first intended to do. If he did that, they would see him as the bad guy, everyone would hate him for wanting to separate them. Instead, he would sow discord between them. They would see it as faults from their selves, an irreparable flaw would appear, get bigger, would make their love burst and eventually fall apart. The job would be done. Their relationship over with. A little patience, and Duo would be all his.

You’re a wicked devil, Quatre. A devil with an angel’s face.

“So, shall we start?” Quatre asked, his facial expression betraying nothing of the plans brewing inside his head, radiating a “just trying to help you” kind of impression.

He held the dildo against his pouting bottom lip, just like a little boy who’d ask permission to start eating his lollipop. He looked a bit like a little boy too, with his big puppydog eyes. Except for the dildo, that is.

“Uhm… yeah,” Duo said, dazed. He blinked a few times and looked at Quatre. “Yeah, start.”

He seemed impressed. Quatre’s words really seemed to have got to him. Good.

Quatre giggled and swung his legs on the bed, folding them in a cross-legged position. “What is it, Duo? Getting cold feet?” he teased, playfully poking the dildo at Duo’s chest.

He teased. Duo didn’t understand. Quatre actually teased him. He even… dare he say it? He even seemed to seduce him. No, must’ve been his imagination.

He collected his scrambled thoughts and shook his head. Definitely his imagination. Come on, this was Quatre he was talking about.

“Right,” he said. “Uhm… where should I start?”

“Oh yeah,” Quatre said suddenly. “Now that I think of it, I still wanted to ask you something. It’s not a big deal or anything. I was just wondering if you have it too.”

“Have what?” Duo asked.

“Well, sometimes, after I have… you know… jerked off, I can feel something at my… my c… my…” Yes, maybe bolder and more aggressive, but not more eloquent for that matter. He couldn’t even bring himself to saying the damn word.

“Your cock?” Duo helped him.

“Yes,” Quatre nodded, thankfully. “After it’s been tensed up all that time, it kind of contracts when it relaxes again. It’s completely normal, because I have it with other muscles too. But there it’s very sensitive. It’s like I’m feeling soft little taps, and I love every one of them.” He moved a bit closer, their faces mere inches away from each other. “Do you feel that too sometimes, Duo?”

Duo swallowed. Hard. It wasn’t so much the subject that bothered him, he had given him sex education before. Rather it was the way he said it. He definitely didn’t trust that look he had in his eyes. And then those subtle touches of his hand on his groin while he was talking about his cock, strangely uninhibited. The little gasps he made, the shallow breathing.

“N-no, I’ve never felt it. At least, I think. I’ve… I’ve never really paid attention to it before… actually,” Duo stuttered.

“Oh. Well, you should. It makes afterglow so much more enjoyable.” Quatre held the dildo up, his face a picture of deceiving innocence. “Am I holding it right like this?”

Duo looked down to the dildo, deciding the whole thing must’ve been a game of his mind. “No Quatre, you have to hold it the other way around. See that slit?” He moved a bit closer so he could show him better and traced his finger along the little slit at the head. “That must be facing you. The way you’re holding it now would be the situation you get when you’re doing a sixty-nine.” Slightly panicking, he saw Quatre looking up at him with a questioning look.

“A sixty-nine?”

Oh, he had to be kidding him!

“You do know what a sixty-nine is, do you, Quatre?”

He shook his head.

He just had to be kidding him!

“Really Quatre? You really don’t know what a sixty-nine is?”

“No. Please explain to me, Duo.”

Did he not know what a sixty-nine was? Of course he knew! Hell, he’d had hundreds of fantasies where he’d had Duo’s groin floating above his head while Duo was sucking him off. But as long as he was acting innocent and unknowing, might as well take all he could get.

Duo gave a nervous little laugh and cleared his throat. “Well Quatre, a sixty-nine is where one person lies on his back, and the other one is straddling him, but upside down. That way, you can pleasure each other.” Abundant gestures with his hands accompanied his explanation, but still Quatre kept on sitting there with that questioning frown between his eyebrows. “Do you understand now, Quatre?” Please say you do.

He shook his head again.

“You-“ Gulp “You don’t understand, Quatre?”

“I don’t know. I can’t really imagine something at your explanation.” He put the dildo aside and looked Duo in the eyes. “Would you mind showing me, Duo?”

Duo was sure he was blushing like never before. This wasn’t quite how he knew Quatre to be. He had the impression that Quatre knew exactly what a sixty-nine was and just made handy use of the opportunity to seduce him. Quatre. Seduce him.

Quatre knew he was pushing his luck. He saw the hesitation in Duo’s eyes, the suspicion. Any moment now, he would stand up and walk away. I’m on to you, Quatre, I know you’re messing with me, he would say. Well, now he was still sitting there, and dammit, he would push his luck a bit more.

“What, Duo? Don’t you dare to show me? That’s odd. You never refused to show me before. The different positions, the toys. You were so straightforward about that. And now, now you back away? Why are you so afraid all of a sudden, Duo?”

Quatre was right. It wasn’t like him to be so nervous. Maybe his suspicion was unfounded after all then. Besides, hadn’t he told him he was in love with someone? He just wanted to be prepared, that’s what he’d said. He wanted to know what to do when things would finally happen between him and that someone. It was just him that started seeing every move and every word as seducing.

“I’m not afraid,” Duo said, trying his best to sound offended. “I will show you. Go lie on your back,” he commanded with a gesture of his hand. Once he got Quatre in the wanted position, he got over him on all fours without further ado, looking down on the boy’s groin. It was slightly swollen. Probably from their reading just now. Hopefully.

“Is it obvious to you now, Quatre? This is the position of a sixt-“ He froze and his words kept sticking in his throat. Quatre’s hand was going up his leg. It was going up his leg and heading for his groin!

Quatre was all too quick to comply when Duo asked him to lie on his back. With expectant and almost challenging eyes, he watched Duo crawling closer and positioning himself over him with practiced ease. He looked up. There he had it, for real, Duo’s groin floating above his head. Lose the pants and the boxers underneath, and it was his dream turned to reality. Would he dare touching it? No, that went too far. Maybe the leg a bit? He didn’t quite know where to draw the line. Where did the seducing stop, where did the provoking start? Was this still seducing? Or was it already provoking? And if it was, would Duo experience it as provoking?

He did it. Without further thinking, he raised his hand and caressed up Duo’s leg, slowly, only stopping when he had reached the very top of his thigh. If only to be sure this was indeed real.

Duo held his breath. The hand stopped just before his groin. As he let go of his trapped breath, he let out a small moan he wasn’t even aware of himself, cursing it the moment it left his mouth.

“What was that, Duo?” Quatre asked.

“Quatre, what are you doing?” Duo said softly, yet firmly, turning his head a little.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean, Quatre. What is your hand doing on my thigh?”

“Oh that,” Quatre said as if it was the most normal thing. “Your knee was pressing my shoulder. I was trying to push your leg away a bit. It started to hurt.”

Duo was sure he was not pressing against Quatre’s shoulder. The only pressure he could feel was the mattress underneath him. Even Quatre’s hand was barely pushing. Rather caressing, ghosting… trying.

The silence in the room was awkward, almost painful. The atmosphere was getting too uncomfortable. So now Quatre knew that Duo saw it as provoking, even though he had made up a quick and cool excuse for his hand there. If he wanted to keep this fun, he’d better stop his teasing now.

“I get it now, Duo. Thank you for showing me,” he said, removing his hand.

Duo didn’t tarry to jump on the mattress next to him. This never happened, it just didn’t happen. Really now, the way Quatre was half lying, half sitting there, you’d think he came fresh from primary school. No, he did not just sit there, straddling his face, Quatre did not just nearly touch his groin.

Quatre continued playing innocent and cute. He wondered if one day, they could get into that position without being innocent and cute, and without clothes too.

He picked up the dildo he had laid aside just now, making sure the slit was facing him this time. “So tell me, Duo. I’m having him in front of me like this. What do I do now?”

Duo couldn’t help his smile to be a bit forced, but he had seen more in his life. This little ‘incident’ sure wasn’t enough to distract him from the task at hand.

He took his own dildo, his being a slightly bigger one, and went sitting next to Quatre. “Well Quatre, there are various ways to pleasure your partner. For instance, you can start with teasing this tiny slit here,” he explained, letting his finger go over the slit of his own dildo.

“Like this?” Quatre tentatively licked along the slit.

“Yes,” Duo nodded enthusiastically. “Or you can swirl your tongue over the head.” He watched as Quatre carefully followed his example. “Now, it might be that you will notice some kind of moisture coming out of that little hole at the top. That’s pre cum.”

“Pre cum?”

“Yes. It’s some sort of natural lubrication.”

“Oh yeah,” Quatre smiled. “I’ve already felt that, when I jerk off sometimes. It’s much more fun with pre cum. Then it slides better.”

“That’s right.”

“And what happens next? You just… lick it off?”

“Yeah. It’s not that bad, Quatre. It tastes a bit bitter, but I’m telling ya, when it’s from someone you really care about, it’s the best you’ve ever tasted. Well, until you get to the actual ‘good stuff’ of course.”

“Good stuff?”

“Yeah. Cum, Quatre. Seed, sperm, semen.”

“Oh right,” Quatre chuckled.

Duo laughed along with Quatre’s chuckle, genuinely. This was kind of fun, actually. As long as Quatre didn’t start acting weird again. Or he started seeing things again. Whatever.

“Do be careful not to choke on it, okay? You kinda look like an idiot when you start coughing all of a sudden, and I can tell ya, it ruins the moment too.”

“Oh, been there, Duo?” Quatre cleverly anticipated.

“No, not me!” Duo snapped playfully. “Heero.”

“Heero? Really?” Quatre asked, to his shame finding himself interested in the sex life of his friend.

“Oh yeah,” Duo nodded. “He’d probably kill me if he knew I was telling you this, but our first time, he insisted on deep throating me. Yuy boy, I said, it’s not easy. But no, Yuy had to be stubborn. It felt so good, I completely lost it. I just started thrusting like crazy and totally forgot about Heero. After I’d come, it took a while before I noticed him coughing. See, I said, next time listen to me when I’m telling you something.”

“Wow,” Quatre smiled. “Does it really feel that good?” He looked down and felt his eyes saddening, just like his heart. “I would like someone doing that to me too. You know, the stuff we’re doing with our dildo’s now, and that deep throating. It must feel good. I would like to feel it too.”

To Quatre, it was as much as an open invitation. To Duo of course, it was no more than an expression of his desires. He empathetically put an arm around Quatre’s shoulder, the soft gasp the boy gave slipping his hearing. “Oh, but you will, Quat,” he said in a soothing tone. “You’re a nice and sweet boy, you will find someone, I’m sure you will. Whoever lets you go is one hell of a fool.”

“But I don’t want someone,” Quatre sighed wistfully. “I want him. I want you…”

“What Quatre?”

Shit!

Quatre sharply looked up. He wasn’t supposed to say that part out loud! “I… I want…” he spluttered clumsily. “I want you… to tell me something, Duo!” He gave a mental sigh of relieve. Never before had he so cleverly mumbled his way out of something, so quickly.

“Oh,” Duo laughed, relieved. For a moment there he thought Quatre said he wanted him. As a boyfriend. As someone to suck him off. As someone to deep throat him. “What, Quatre?”

“You said that whoever lets me go is a fool. But I told you before. That person already has a boyfriend.”

“Yeah?”

“Now, if you were that boy, what would you do?” Quatre could see the self-confidence in Duo’s eyes melting like snow in the sun.

“Look Quatre, I can’t make decisions for that boy. It’s completely up to him to decide whether he stays with his boyfriend or dumps him for you.”

Leaning a bit closer, Quatre made his eyes level with Duo’s, his expression more serious than ever. “I’m not asking you to make decisions for him, Duo. I’m asking you what you would do, if you were him. Would you dump Heero for me?”

“Me dump Heero for you?”

“Uhu.”

A glint of playfulness sparkled in Duo’s eyes. “If I did, what would I get in return?” he murmured.

Quatre was surprised to feel his own legs moving over Duo, straddling him. He was even more surprised that Duo didn’t struggle. He let him. It was a small victory for Quatre. “Everything Heero doesn’t give you,” he breathed.

Duo swallowed. “Be careful what you say, Quatre. It’s very hard to do better than Heero.” He didn’t know why, but he didn’t push Quatre away. He could feel that Quatre was still hard, and he was pretty sure that that particular part in the book had no longer anything to do with it. Maybe it never had. Still he didn’t push him away.

Their mouths were very close now. Quatre could feel Duo’s breath on his lips, smell the same sugary aroma that always seemed to cling to Duo. He could almost kiss him. “Surely, I can always try?” he pouted. Almost subconsciously, he found himself studying Duo’s eyes. The long lashes, the inky pupils, the bright irises, the different shades of purple. He could see himself in them. He could see them closing now. Letting his eyes go further down, they attached to the soft, rosy lips of Duo’s mouth. He had them slightly parted, slowly breathing in and out. He could see them coming closer.

He closed his eyes too, not daring to move, just let come what would come. His heart pounded, he felt it hammering against his ribcage. He could taste something on his lips all of a sudden. Strawberry, sugary… candy.

And then, with a shock, he realized... It was Duo’s lips. Duo was kissing him. The rush of Duo’s warm, quivering lips on his was incomparable to anything he’d ever imagined.

It was beyond cute how Quatre was sitting there over his lap, way beyond cute. It was attractive, appealing, Duo couldn’t really find a proper way to describe it. But it did things to him. His pink, untouched lips looked enticing and inviting. As if some sweet nectar was waiting there for Duo to taste, his lips were drawn to Quatre’s lips and he couldn’t stop them. He kissed him, a slow, gentle brushing of lips against lips, and he indeed could taste some intoxicating sweetness.

And then he realized, his own lips on Quatre’s. He was kissing him. In one crazy moment, he had jeopardized everything he had ever lived for. Not only that. Inexperienced as Quatre was, he probably had never been kissed before.

He had stolen Quatre’s first kiss.

His eyes snapped open and his hand flew up to his mouth in horror. He quickly backed away from Quatre, until he was stopped by the headboard. “I’m… I’m sorry Quatre,” he stammered. “I’m sorry to have stolen your…”

“…my first kiss,” Quatre finished for him. He didn’t look at Duo, at least not directly. He just sat there and stared, his fingers touching his lips in wonder. Even though Duo’s kiss had been soft, merely a touch, it felt like he’d just had the most burning, passionate kiss in his life.

Pulling his fingers away, he looked down at them, dreamily, like he would find the imprint of Duo’s lips on them. Duo’s taste lingered, like threads of cotton candy sticking to his lips, and just as sweet. At length, his eyes focused again, and turned to Duo, who was still looking at him with a guilty and nervous expression on his face. Thank you, Duo, he wanted to say. That was wonderful. He didn’t say it out loud, of course he didn’t. The words would be imbued with the fact that he had been longing for that ever since he’d laid eyes on him and that he was the only one for him.

“Let’s just continue, shall we?” Quatre said with a tiny voice. He swallowed and picked up his dildo. “What else?”

“You’re… not angry with me?” Duo asked carefully.

“It’s okay, Duo,” Quatre smiled reassuringly, yet still slightly nervous. “I guess there are worse things than that.”

Duo narrowed his eyes and looked at Quatre a bit closer. He really did seem to be okay with it. If anything, he even looked a bit smug. How strange.

Quatre pretended not to notice. “Let’s just forget about it.” He again turned the dildo the right way in his hand so the slit was facing him and looked significantly at Duo.

Duo coughed discreetly and looked at his dildo as if the thing would forgive him for his impulsive act. “Quatre?” he said.

“What?”

“Please don’t tell anything about this to Heero.”

And there it was, the chance to smash them offering itself right in front of him. All he had to do was to take it.

“I won’t, Duo.”

But he didn’t. Gain his trust, that’s what he had to do.

“I promise. You have my word.”

“Thank you.” It was strange, but with that little promise, Duo felt all the tension flowing right out of him. “Now, another thing that’s very pleasant for your partner, is to lick the underside of his penis. The underside is very sensitive.”

Quatre flattened his tongue and licked along the underside of his dildo, keeping his eyes on Duo to see if he was doing it right.

“That’s right Quatre, all the way from bottom to top.”

Quatre grinned. He could see Duo’s eyes glazing. What? He wasn’t doing anything wrong now, was he? Just being a good pupil, that’s all. He couldn’t help it if Duo was turned on by what he got to see.

Duo couldn’t stop his eyes from misting over. The vision of Quatre licking up and down the dildo held him riveted. The sheer innocence and naivety he radiated made the boy exquisite. Adorable. The perfect prey.

Quatre’s voice pulled him out of his sinful thoughts, a fact he was thankful for. “Am I doing it right, Duo?” He was starting to feel a familiar, yet at the moment inconvenient tightening in his groin.

“Yes, you’re a very good student, Quatre,” Duo smiled, his heart leaping at the beaming smile it earned him. He explained him a few other things they couldn’t try out with the dildo for the simple reason it wasn’t equipped for it. He told him about sucking the testicle in his mouth, licking the sacs and the like, Quatre looking suitably impressed. Then he took things a step further.

“Now you have to take him in your mouth, Quatre. Start with the head, and breath through your nose.” He took the dildo from Quatre’s hands and did it for him, supporting his head with his one hand and gently pushing the dildo through his parted lips with the other. “Suck it, Quatre.” His voice was a little too low to be good. He watched Quatre suckling carefully at the tip. After a while, a thin dribbling of saliva started trailing down from his mouth to his chin. Erotic, it was so damn erotic!

“I’m gonna push him in a bit deeper now, Quatre. And then I’m gonna imitate the movement the hips can make,” Duo said, trying to control his voice this time. “Just give a yelp when it feels too uncomfortable, okay?”

Quatre nodded, unable to speak with the rubber toy still in his mouth.

Duo slowly started pushing in deeper, letting Quatre get used to the feeling before he repeatedly pulled out and pushed in again. Quatre’s breathing came a bit harder as he fought to accept the movements of the imaginary hips. So did Duo’s. Quatre started sweating. So did Duo. Little moans started coming from Quatre throat. Duo tried his best to keep his inside. Christ, the boy was so hot. He was glad Quatre had his eyes closed in concentration; he might’ve been startled by the look on his face otherwise. His erection made its return and throbbed with a vengeance. Almost of its own accord, his hand pushed quicker and deeper, violating Quatre’s mouth with the piece of toy. So much engrossed at the view of the dildo sliding in and out through Quatre’s soft lips, he was oblivious of Quatre’s voice increasingly getting louder.

Quatre forced the muscles of his throat to relax enough to take the size of the dildo. Duo moved the toy gently at first, but soon grew more vehement, until Quatre had to scream for him to stop. He opened his eyes, and then he saw it. Duo was no longer listening to him. He wasn’t even looking at him, only his mouth being fucked by the dildo. Quatre took a firm grip of Duo’s hands with both his to still them and wrenched his head away.

“Duo, what are you doing?” he gasped.

It was only when he heard Quatre speaking that Duo came back to his senses. Somehow, he hadn’t even noticed Quatre pulling the dildo out of his mouth. The display had just continued in his mind.

“Quatre? Quatre! God, I’m so sorry,” Duo burst out in apologies as he realized what he had just done. “I hope I didn’t hurt you. God, I feel so stupid. Are you okay, Quatre?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. It just got a bit difficult to breathe. What just happened, Duo?”

Duo sighed and looked down in genuine regret, following the folds in the bedclothes. “I just lost a little control. Please forgive me, Quatre. It won’t happen again.”

After a little silence, Quatre spoke again. “Tell me something, Duo,” he said.

“What?” Duo asked, still looking down.

“When you were watching that dildo sliding in and out of my mouth, who’s mouth was it you were seeing?”

Wait, was that a trick question? Technically, it was Quatre’s mouth, of course. But could he tell him he was wondering how it would feel if it were his own penis fucking that gorgeous little mouth, that the little moans turned him on to no end? No, that was out of the question.

“Heero’s?” he said after a little hesitation, venturing to look up.

Wow, that sounded convincing. “Come here,” Quatre said softly. He crooked his finger, beckoning Duo to come closer. “I’ll let you in on a little secret.”

It was all Duo could do not to shiver at the words being whispered in his ear, the angel breath ghosting over his skin.

“Duo, it’s okay to fantasize about someone else than your own partner sometimes,” Quatre said.

Duo pulled slightly away from Quatre, just enough to look at him. “It is?”

“Sure it is. I might be inexperienced, but I know this much: as long as you’re not actually doing it with someone else, everything is allowed.” He reclined on the bed, seemingly having forgotten, or paying no attention, or deliberately displaying in full view his hard on pushing the front of his pants up. “But of course, that’s only the theory of a little blonde angel face.” Go on. Fantasize about me, his eyes said. If you dare.

Mumbling some incoherent nonsense, Duo averted his eyes from the tempting and challenging creature on the bed. Weird, he felt his cock responding to it. Even weirder was that Quatre was actually acting challenging.

“Uhm… Do you need some time alone, Quatre?” he stammered.

“What for?”

“That,” Duo said, poking his finger gingerly to the bulge between Quatre’s legs. “If you want, you can use that toy again from the other time.”

On that, Quatre sprang up, bouncing up and down like an overly excited little puppy, the cocky façade blown to smithereens. “Really Duo?” he asked with a hopeful voice. “Can I really use it again?”

“Yeah. Wait, I’ll get it for you. It’s in your room right?” Duo said, grateful to get away from the boy for a few moments. He soon returned with the promised toy, a similar one in his other hand.

Quatre smiled as he noted the toy in Duo’s other hand, for himself, most likely. He’d already seen he was hard too, but had refrained from saying anything about it. “Got some trouble there too, Duo?” he grinned.

“Uh… yeah,” Duo laughed, nervously, handing Quatre the toy. “I’m… ‘m gonna take off now.” He turned and left the room. Standing in the hallway, he stared around in confusion.

Wait.

Had he just kicked himself out of his own bedroom?

Oh, good one, Maxwell!

To be continued…

Chapter 13

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