"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"

13. Games

Quite stupidly, Duo turned back and, before bursting in, pressed his ear against the door. Just what he had expected: Quatre had already started. He heard him whimpering and moaning softly. It turned him on. He needed relief, and soon.

The first thing that sprang into mind was to use Quatre’s bedroom, since Quatre was using his. But could he really go and jerk off in Quatre’s bed? Well, Quatre was doing the same. Maybe in the bathroom, though that wasn’t exactly comfortable. Yeah, he would use Quatre’s bed. He was using the toy, he would keep it clean. It would catch his cum and Quatre wouldn’t notice a thing.

Another loud moan shook him from his contemplation. He bolted for Quatre’s room and flung himself on the bed. Jerking button and zipper open, he pulled his hard cock out and placed the vibrator over it, shuddering at the pleasure. Quatre was right, those walls were damn thin. He could hear him almost as if he was lying right next to him, could even hear the soft buzzing sound of the toy! God, the little blonde had no idea what he was doing to him. He had to think back to what Quatre had said. Could he really do that, to fantasize about someone else? About him? He almost didn’t have a choice. As he closed his eyes, the moans at the other side of the wall got a face. He pictured Quatre with his pants undone, sweating, wiggling, his one hand firmly clutched around the toy pleasuring his cock, and he almost laughed out loud in misery at the irony. They were both as horny as hell, but couldn’t fuck each other.

He thrust his hips vehemently up into the toy and started an erotic duel of moans against Quatre, imagining it was Quatre’s mouth on his cock and not the vibrator. He had to admit, it worked very stimulating. Since he was hearing Quatre so well, Quatre must’ve heard him too, and while he knew damn well it was so very wrong what he was doing, he couldn’t help but getting caught up in it. He knew Quatre was too, their moans were perfectly attuned to each other.

And then he suddenly heard Quatre scream out his name. He opened his eyes in alarm and flung the toy to the side. He hastily zipped up his pants, ignoring his unfulfilled need, and hurried to the other room.

He burst inside with an expression of panick on his face. “Quatre, is there something wrong?” He stopped dead in his tracks as he looked at the bed, his feet nailed to the ground. The blood in his face drew away and made a fast descend to his already painfully swollen groin. Oh, there was nothing wrong at all, quite the contrary. Quatre lay there on the bed, on his side, panting, basking in the afterglow. Starting from the waist, he was completely naked. Duo saw his cock, still half erect, dangling over his one thigh, the tip resting on the bed. The toy was tossed somewhere to the side, though Duo knew he had used it. He had heard the soft buzzing.

Duo was envious of that toy. Stuffed somewhere in the back of his head, he heard a tiny Heero tooting his “you’re mine and no one else’s” mantra. It kept on hammering in his head. This was not good, he shouldn’t be turned on by this, but he was and he couldn’t stop it.

“Quatre, I’m sor… sor…” Sorry, that had to be. He didn’t get any further than the first syllable. Couldn’t even formulate a decent apology, so aghast he was.

Quatre couldn’t produce any words just yet. His orgasm had been more intense than ever, fuelled by Duo’s moans, and the knowledge that Duo was obviously enjoying what they were doing. He was aware of his nakedness in front of him, but couldn’t find the strength to get up and gather his clothes littered over the floor. “It’s… okay,” he managed to squeeze out of his throat.

Swallowing, Duo finally managed to tear his eyes away from Quatre’s lower body, more specifically his cock, and looked at his face. “I… I thought you were gonna use the toy,” he stuttered.

Quatre smiled and raised cum-covered fingers to his mouth. “I did in the beginning, but I wanted to have a taste,” he said, still panting a bit and sucking one of his fingers inside his mouth. “It’s good.”

Duo’s knees buckled for a moment. He was sure his cock was looking an alarming shade of purple by now. It took all his self-control not to moan at the stunning sight of shy little Quatre licking his own cum off his fingers.

Quatre made a show of cleaning his fingers, pleased to see Duo’s defence crumbling. “Could you hand me my pants, please?” he said when he was done, dragging himself to the side of the bed and reaching for his pants and the rest of his clothes.

Duo blinked. The shaking of his limbs was quite unsettling. “Oh… Yeah, sure.” With a few unsteady strides, he had reached Quatre’s clothes, and he handed him his pants and boxers, shielding his eyes from the cock that was calling out for him. Noting the neglected toy, he grabbed it and gave Quatre a questioning, nearly pleading look.

“Go ahead,” Quatre said. “It’s not dirty. I barely used it.” He grinned as he watched Duo bolting for the bathroom, the door slamming shut behind him. As he slipped into his boxers and pants, he thought about the situation. They were crossing the line, hell, they were. But Duo didn’t really seem to mind; and neither did he. He was tired of making out what was right and what was wrong. He just wanted to do what felt right and ignore the gnawing of his conscience at the knowledge that he was ruining a relationship here. It was time to think about himself for once. He had suffered enough of them kissing and cuddling in his presence, being so disgustingly cute together. He had wallowed in misery long enough.

Fuck it all, he thought with a grin.

It didn’t take long before he heard Duo screaming out his release. So he couldn’t stick his tongue down his throat, so he couldn’t suck his cock or lick his balls, so he couldn’t fuck him. But Quatre knew who Duo was seeing in his head now.

It took a while before Duo gingerly poked his head through the chink of the bathroom door. He’d first been cleaning his toy, Quatre figured.

“Sorry about that,” Duo said with a goofy grin.

“It’s okay, Duo,” Quatre smiled, crawling upright. “In fact, it’s me who needs to apologize. I was the one who… Shit!”

Duo frowned. Shit. Now, there was a word Quatre wasn’t prone to use.

“What’s wrong, Quatre?” Duo asked.

Quatre raised his hand and looked at it with a wry smile. “I seem to have soiled the sheets.”

Duo’s indulgence and patience didn’t seem to have any limits tonight. Must’ve been something in the air. Or maybe just Quatre being all beautiful and adorable. God, it had never occurred to him just how pretty that boy was. He was innocent and naïve, and that’s just what made him so damn sexy.

“Don’t worry about it, Quatre,” he smiled brightly. “We’ll just change the sheets then.”

Quatre smiled thankfully at him for not being angry. He had already taken it far enough, now he still had to spill his cum all over the sheets.

He stood up to get fresh sheets while Duo took the dirty ones and threw them in the hamper.

“Oh, I know what we can do!” Duo suddenly said, making Quatre jump.

“Duo, what the hell are you talking about?” Quatre yelled, tugging to get the freaking fitting sheet into place. He had servants for this!

“About you hearing us screaming all the time.”

“Oh, that,” Quatre snorted.

“Yeah. It’s so simple. We just make Wufei switch rooms with you. It’s your house after all! Yay, problem solved!” Duo cheered. “Here, let me help you.” He jogged over to Quatre’s side of the bed, freeing Quatre of his torturous task. “Just lift the mattress for me, I’ll fold.”

Quatre did as he was told. “Switch rooms? But, what for? I’m pretty sure he’ll want a reason, seeing as to where he will be moving to.”

“Oh, we’ll think of something,” Duo said, waving his hand. “Besides, I still have his book. I can blackmail him as much as I want. There, all done.”

They still threw some fresh sheets on the bed an it looked as unused and innocent as it ever would. Too bad there was no one there to admire their work.

“What are we gonna do now?” Quatre asked.

“Downstairs?”

“Okay.”

Duo uninterestedly sat staring at the screen while the last tones of Elton John’s Circle of Life droned through the speakers. Next to him, Quatre was sniffing and dabbing his eyes with a hankerchief. Maybe it was a good thing after all that Duo had walked in just now while Quatre was still half naked. He might’ve suspected that Quatre was a girl.

“God, that was beautiful,” Quatre blubbered, standing and bending over to clear the table. “I’m so glad we watched it after all.”

Duo watched as Quatre bent over. God, but the boy had a fine ass. He thought with guilty pleasure of Quatre’s cock, and the cum dripping on the bedsheets. His sucking mouth, cleaning the cum off his fingers. He could feel his mouth watering, and he bit his lip, longingly. He so badly wanted to make a vow to himself that one day, he would taste his cum.

Duo quickly shook his head. That was out of the question.

He needed a drink.

No, he needed a fuck.

With Quatre.

NO! Drink! Now!

“Yes, and it sure got interesting when you started singing along with the theme song,” he mumbled, amused.

“Are we gonna watch the second one too?” Quatre said over his shoulder, on his way to the kitchen.

Duo picked up a few empty bottles of soda, and followed his friend. “You know, Quatre, I have a better idea.”

“You do?”

“Yes, let’s play a game,” Duo suggested.

“A game?” Quatre excitedly turned his way. “What kind of game?”

“A drinking game.”

The sparkle in Quatre’s eyes quickly faded again. “Oh, I don’t know, Duo. I’m not very good with alcohol. I kinda…” He gave a little cough. “Kinda lose control when I have too much.”

Duo glanced aside and spotted Quatre’s red cheeks. Then his eyes widened as he remembered what had happened at the end of the prestigious reception that had been held to celebrate the end of the war. “God, that’s true!” he exclaimed. “You said you were too hot, and then you took off your clothes and sprung into the fountain!”

“I didn’t take off all my clothes,” Quatre mumbled weakly in defense.

“Hey, people were still staring all the same,” Duo grinned.

“Hm… I’m sure something like that won’t happen now.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“There’s no fountain.”

“There’s a pool. Besides… not much down there I haven’t seen yet.” He watched with fascination how Quate’s blush deepened.

“Liked what you saw, didn’t you?” Quatre murmured, gazing up into Duo’s eyes. Maybe it had been a bad idea to let Duo kiss him. Not because it was wrong, he had stopped caring about that. But now he wanted more. Much more.

Duo quickly swallowed the sudden exces saliva in his mouth. His eyes narrowed briefly, and there was a little alarm bell going off, somewhere in the very, very back of his head. “Hmm… Okay… I get the glasses, you get the vodka.”

“Are we really gonna do this?” Quatre sighed. “I don’t wanna embarrass myself.”

“Oh, but you don’t necessarily have to drink, Quatre,” Duo explained. “See, the game’s called ‘I have never’. It goes like this: each of us has say, five glasses of liquor. I make a statement. For instance, when I say “I have never cried while watching a movie”…”

Quatre blushed, glancing at the moist hankerchief he still held in his hand. “Any chance you’d believe me when I say I haven’t either?” he grinned sheepishly.

“No,” Duo said flatly, eager to start the game. “See, because you did cry while watching a movie, you’d have to take a drink.”

“Ah yeah, I get it. And when I say something I have never done, and you have, you have to take a drink.”

“Exactly. Now, make a statement. This one’s for practice.”

Quatre thought, tapping his finger against his chin. “Hmm… I have never stayed up partying all night.”

“And that would be a drink for me,” Duo laughed.

Quatre spontaneously joined in his laughter. In the end, he agreed to do the game. But only for his own benefits. If he could get Duo drunk, then maybe Duo would loosen up and get reckless. Maybe he would forget about Heero and see only him. Maybe he would…

But he was running ahead of the matter. There was another problem: he couldn’t get drunk himself. So then, he would just have to lie, however unlikely the situation was Duo would sketch out.

“Whenever you drink, you of course have to motivate your answer. When, with who, where, you know. There is only one rule at this game, Quatre.”

“Oh, and that is?”

“You don’t lie.”

Quatre grinned inwardly, quickly shaking his head. “I won’t lie, Duo. I promise.” But he already was!

“On your good little soul?”

Well, not like there was that much left of his good little soul. “Yes, on my good little soul,” Quatre nodded, biting his two fingers. “So, I’ll get the vodka then.”

“Okay,” Duo beamed. While Quatre was in the bar, Duo ejected the DVD out of the player and put it back in its case. As he was taking the shot glasses out of the cupboard, thoughts started running through his head. He really wondered who it was Quatre had a crush on. It wasn’t someone of their close little group. Yet still he knew him very well. ‘Close little group’, that was the five of them to Duo. Did Quatre count others to their group too? Or… Quatre had never said it wasn’t someone of their little group, Duo had just assumed that. It wasn’t Trowa. Maybe it was… Maybe it was Wufei? He did say his crush was already seeing someone. And Wufei had Zechs. No, wait. Wufei and Zechs weren’t an item yet at that time. Then who…?

Duo’s eyes flew open and his face took on the colour of Quatre’s hankerchief as his analysing led him to only one person: Heero. Quatre had a crush on Heero! It must’ve been. The pieces of the puzzle fit perfectly together!

He had to get Quatre drunk. Then he could maybe wheedle it out of him. Only kids and drunk people tell the truth. Or so he had been told.

When Quatre traipsed back into the room, Duo welcomed him with a smile that was rather too bright.

Quatre frowned at the overdone smile Duo was sending his way. Was he missing something here?

“Where’s the bottle?” Duo said.

“It’s in the kitchen,” Quatre said, taking the glasses. “I’ll just go fill them up.”

“I’ll help you.”

“No no!” Quatre said quickly. “Nooo…” He coaxed Duo down on the couch. “You just get comfortable. I’m the host here, I’ll take care of everything.” There was a reason for his secrecy. He had a plan.

“Uh… Okay.” Duo’s eyes were automatically drawn to Quatre’s backside. The soft, blonde hair, the tight muscles under his thin shirt, flexing ever so tantalizingly. He sighed wistfully.

After a while, Quatre came back with a tray with two rows of five shot glasses. Setting the tray on the glass table top, he went sitting on his knees on the ground, opposite to where Duo was sitting on the couch. “Who will start?” Quatre asked cheerfully, wondering idly at the musing smile that was on Duo’s lips.

“Flip for it?”

“Fine.”

Quatre won. Rubbing his hands, he looked up in thoughts. “Let me see. Uhmm… I have never… seduced a teacher to get higher grades.”

“Oh really?” Duo said. The wide smile had turned into a wicked grin.

“What?”

“I thought I explained you the rules, Quat. No lying.”

“I’m not lying,” Quatre said, perplexed. “I really have never seduced a teacher.” His brow knitted as he realized what Duo meant. “I meant at school!” This was good, very good. Duo knew he’d been seducing him, still he didn’t go Shinigami on him for it. He was just grinning about it now.

“Oh,” Duo said, before gulping down the contents of his first glass. “Mmm… good. You sure you can handle this, Quat?”

“Well, it was your idea. Now, it will be your responsibility if things get out of hand,” Quatre sniggered. “Now, speak up.” He leaned his arms on the coffee table as he waited for Duo’s motivation.

“It was two years ago, English teacher. What can I say, my grades weren’t exactly to write home about and the guy was cute.”

“Did you… well, you know?” Quatre stuttered, unable to bring himself to say the dreaded F-word out loud.

“Nah, just had to suck him off, that’s all. The guy didn’t know left from right when I was done with him.”

Quatre leaned his head on his arms, shamelessly interested. “Does Heero know?” he asked, determined to get as much as possible out of him.

“Oh yeah,” Duo said casually. “He’s done it himself too. More than that even.”

“Really?” Oh, this was priceless. Heero Yuy’s secrets revealed.

“Same teacher. He might be a perfect soldier, but his English sucks. Oh, the speaking, that’s quite alright. But grammar,” Duo continued. “He just pushed the man down on the floor, there, in the classroom. Took his pants of and rode him. I was a floor higher, but I could swear I heard the man screaming. It was an old building. And you know what the funniest part is?”

“No.”

“Outside, right in front of the door, a whole group of 16 year old girls were waiting for the teacher to let them in.”

“You’re not serious!”

“It’s true. Heero just walked past them with that ‘I don’t give a damn’-attitude of his, and that teacher, well we haven’t seen him anymore for the rest of our stay at that school. Felt kinda bad for him though. We never meant for that to happen.”

“And you didn’t mind him doing that?”

“Well, no.”

“Also for fun?”

Duo laughed. “No. Well, that also, obviously. But we just weren’t officially together yet, back then. So we could do what we wanted. Just, you know, the occasional touching, and flirting, and kissing.”

Quatre reclined, leaning back on his two hands, a grin on his lips. “If Heero only knew you were telling all this stuff about him.”

“Please keep your mouth shut about this, okay Quat?” Duo said with a conspiratory finger to his lips. “I won’t make it to the end of this holiday alive otherwise.”

“I will, trust me,” Quatre reassured him. “Your turn.”

Duo instantly sprang upright in the couch, his eyes gleaming with ominous glitters. He would have to go to the other extreme for Quatre. The soft one. He already had the perfect statement in mind and was quick to make it. “I have never kissed a girl.” And he was damn proud of it.

Quatre scrunched his nose at Duo’s ‘look how gay I am’-façade. Now that was just flaunting it. “You have never kissed a girl?” he asked with a sour smile. “Not even Sister Helen a kiss on the cheek when you were a kid?”

“Sister Helen was not a girl. She was a woman who took care of me.”

“So you did!”

“I’m just saying that…!”

“Alright Duo, hold your horses. I believe you,” Quatre playfully soothed him.

Duo’s nerves calmed down. Always so quick to enervate himself. To his surprise, Quatre didn’t drink. “Well Quat? Don’t tell me you never gave your sis a kiss goodnight.”

“In fact, I didn’t,” Quatre replied dryly. “My sisters and my mother were always the ones to kiss me, but I never kissed them.” Quatre saw the disbelief in Duo’s eyes. But it was true, he wasn’t lying. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m telling the truth. You’re just a bad loser.”

“I’m not a bad loser!”

“So then prove it and continue the game without sulking!”

“Alright, moving on! Make a statement!”

Quatre grinned. It was gonna be easier than he’d expected to get Duo drunk. “I have never kissed a guy…”

“Not true! Not true! You just kissed me, upstairs in my bed,” Duo was quick to throw in between.

Quatre rolled his eyes at Duo’s ingenious remark. “I wasn’t finished,” Quatre snapped. “I have never kissed a guy in public.” The look of triumph on Quatre’s face didn’t brook any denial. After all, he’d witnessed it for himself yesterday.

Grunting at Quatre’s defiant grin, Duo took another glass and knocked it back. This was not according to the plan. His plan, anyway. “You little devil,” he muttered. When he set the glass back on the tray, it landed with a blow louder than he’d expected, making him jump from his own action. “Did I do that?” he asked sheepishly.

Quatre’s plan however… “It’s the alcohol,” Quatre stated. “I thought you could take more, Duo.”

“I can take more,” Duo said, a hint of offence in his voice. “This is Duo Maxwell you’re looking at here, Quat.”

“Boozer number one.”

“Exactly. And I’m not drunk yet, just a little light-headed.”

They went on like that for another half an hour. Duo had insisted on a second round. Surprisingly, Quatre’d ended up only having to take one drink. Duo at the other hand… Drunk like never before and still eager for more. Oh, it had been easy. Statements like ‘I’ve never seen anyone’s genitals except for my own’, ‘I’ve never snuck into a restricted area’ and ‘I’ve never been streaking’. Yeah, decadent, Quatre had to admit. But he had the desired result in the end.

“Wait, I’ll help you,” Duo slurred as Quatre took the tray to clear the glasses away.

“Duo, stay here. You’re drunk,” Quatre said flatly.

Duo snorted. “’m Not drunk,” he huffed, the exact moment he bumped against the coffee table and tumbled to the floor.

Quatre merely glanced at him. Wasn’t injured? Good. “Yes, you are. Now, I’m just gonna take these glasses to the kitchen, and the furniture’d better be undamaged – and clean - when I come back.” Not trusting Duo to stay alone for too long in the lounge room with all its expensive furniture, he hurried to dump the glasses in the sink and throw the tray in one of the cupboards. He expected a crash from the glass table top of his coffee table breaking any moment.

Running back to the lounge room, he poked his head around the doorpost. “Duo?”

Duo was gone.

“Oh great,” Quatre groaned, rubbing his head. Drunk man on the loose. “I gotta find him.” About to comb through the lounge room – God knows he might still be there on the floor somewhere – he all of a sudden smelt something: Vodka. And it was coming from right behind him.

A radiant, ear to ear smile and unsteady purple eyes greeted him when he turned around. Duo had followed his nose and had found the way to the bar. How long had Quatre been in that kitchen?

“Hello, Quat!” Duo shouted, holding a bottle of vodka in his hand, the other one supporting him against the door post. Raising the bottle to his lips, he donned a good amount of the strong beverage, drinking it like water. Then he offered it to Quatre. “Want some?”

Quatre winced at the volume of Duo’s voice. “Duo, give me that. You’ve already had enough,” he sighed, reaching for the bottle.

“No!” Duo barked. “If you want it, you first have to catch it.” Cackling stupidly, he held the bottle up high in the air. Quatre was shorter than him and he delighted in teasing the boy. “Can’t reach it, can ya?”

Growing more annoyed by the second, Quatre tiptoed and leaned up against Duo, straining to get his hands on the bottle of liquor. Yes, he’d wanted him drunk. But not drunk enough to have him staggering through the house and breaking it down in the process. He knew how over energetic Duo could get when he was too drunk, and at times like that he was glad Heero was around. “Duo, give me the bottle, dammit!”

“Quatre? You’re swearing. You shouldn’t swear, you’re the sweetest of our five. Heero and I, we will do the swearing.”

“I swear whenever I feel like swearing!” Quatre yelled. He had reached the point of jumping up and trying to snag the bottle now.

“You shouldn’t make such a big deal out of it, Quat,” Duo laughed. He pushed Quatre around the corner and pressed him against the wall, holding him there with his body. Whishing the bottle past Quatre’s outstretched hand, he held it against his lips and started pouring, not caring whether Quatre was swallowing or not. Most of it just dribbled down his chin. “Relax, Quat. Drink.”

The succession of actions had followed each other so quickly, that Quatre didn’t even register Duo’s body against him. He spluttered and tried to push the bottle away. Some of it inevitably found its way into his mouth and he had to swallow. He coughed at the burning feel in his throat. “Duo, stop it. This isn’t fun,” he blubbered, turning his head. Why did people keep on forcefeeding him alcohol?!

Humming, Duo gleefully poured on until the bottle was empty, drenching Quatre’s shirt. Only then he seemed to realize the mess he had made. “Oh, Quatre,” he said with a guilty hand to his mouth, pulling back. “I’m so sorry. Look at you.”

Quatre had held his eyes closed the entire time. Only when he heard Duo speaking again, his voice remarkably softer, he opened them and gingerly peered aside. Duo’s eyes were attached to the vodka on his chin, running down his neck and further down his chest.

“Such a waste,” Duo murmured, stepping closer to Quatre again.

This time Quatre was with his full senses, and he saw Duo invading his personal space, seriously invading it. He felt his heartbeat quickening rapidly with Duo so close. He looked up at him. He was drunk, his main interest not on him but on the vodka on his skin. But he was with him, and not two inches away. He saw him lowering his head.

And then Quatre’s heart took a leap. So did his cock. Duo licked him. Slowly and savorously, he licked the vodka off his neck. “D-Duo,” he peeped, closing his eyes in bliss.

Duo merely murmured, slurping away on the creamy skin.

Quatre felt the air disappearing from his lungs and refusing to come back. His breaths were quick and shallow, just enough to keep his wits about him. He felt like he was going to suffocate, like he was floating on clouds. He held his head aside and pressed against the wall, allowing Duo’s tongue to discover more of his neck. This is what he had wanted. Duo was licking him! By god, it felt so good, so sinfully good.

“It’s good,” Duo purred, as if he’d been reading his thoughts.

“I agree,” Quatre whimpered, hearing himself moaning softly. He dared to glance down and, dear god in heaven, saw Duo dropping to his knees! He hoped he wouldn’t notice his hard on pushing his pants up, and if he did, that he wouldn’t remember it in the morning. “Duo, w-what are you gonna do?”

Duo pressed his nose in Quatre’s shirt, inhaling. “I like the smell of vodka,” he smiled, silly.

Ah, the real drunkard in him coming to the fore.

Actually, Quatre thought to himself, why am I so nervous about him noticing my hard on? Isn’t that exactly what I want? That he takes it out and plays with it? And then the mental encouraging started. Undo the button… Pull the zipper down… Shove my pants to my knees… Take him out and… He closed his eyes again as the fantasy started to form. Oh… Oh god… Take it out… Suck it… Suck me! He wasn’t aware of his fingers creeping in Duo’s chestnut mane, subconsciously pushing his head down. Duo… I want you to suck me. Suck me hard. Oh… I want to feel your lips on my dick… your tongue… running up and down… licking me… there.

He was panting now, moaning, almost came in his pants at the visions playing in front of his eyes. He rocked his hips, his cock gaining pressure against Duo’s chest. Duo still held on to his waist, his nose still pressed into his shirt.

Quatre couldn’t believe he was this sex crazed, all of a sudden. Never had he been this horny, ever. It was weird, his head was swimming and his legs were all shaky. It was good.

Through his outrageous panting, he all of a sudden could distinguish a soft sound. He forced his breathing to calm down so he could hear it better. He focussed and tried to detect where it came from. It sounded like… snoring?

He looked down. For the first time, he noticed that Duo’s arms around his waist had remarkably loosened and that he was leaning against his legs with his full weight. Grabbing Duo’s shoulders, he gently pulled him away from him and heard a stream of colourful language passing his mind. It was snoring. Duo had fallen asleep. There he was, hornier than a deer in rut, and Duo had fallen asleep!

Punishment for your unchaste thoughts, the little white angel on his shoulder whispered in his ear.

Oh, take a hike! yelled the little devil from the other shoulder.

Ignoring the bickering of his conscience, Quatre sighed and rubbed a hand over his forehead. He gently laid Duo on his back on the thick carpet, wondering what to do now. He couldn’t just leave him there, could he? He didn’t need Heero bellowing around the house why his boyfriend was lying on the floor when he came home, smelling of vodka. He figured he’d just have to carry him upstairs then. Of course, he could’ve laid him on the couch, the one vodka he’d had didn’t fog his mind enough to make him that stupid. Besides, it was water. That had been his plan. It would’ve been quite a bit more convenient too in his current position to move him to the couch. But if he took him upstairs, then he had more room to…

…to? the pristine white angel meddled again.

Yeah, Quatre? To do what? the little devil encouraged.

Shut up! Quatre, I dare you to finish that thought!

You shut up! Quatre, have more room to…?

“To fuck him,” Quatre whispered. He shivered at his own words. He had said ‘fuck’. Out loud. He was going to fuck. He wanted to.

Oh no! the angel wailed. This is all your fault! You’re making him do this! he spat to the devil.

At least he’s having fun when he’s doing what I say, the devil sneered.

It had come natural in his mind, but saying it out loud made him realize the crime it was going to be, and he was getting second thoughts. He was so desperate and horny that he simply forgot that he didn’t want to be that kind of person.

He took Duo in his arms and tested his weight. It seemed doable to carry him up the stairs without ending up with a hernia. Straightening, he left one arm around Duo’s shoulders and the other one went around the back of his knees. He still staggered a bit as his legs had to carry both their weight, but he steadied himself against the wall.

On both his shoulders, an angel and a devil were awaiting what his next move would be in remarkable silence. They watched him carrying Duo up the stairs, kicking the door to Duo’s room open and laying him down on the bed with great care. The angel held his breath when Quatre went lying down next to him.

To be continued…

Chapter 14

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