"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"

14. A one time opportunity

Quatre watched, his eyes enthralled on the enchanting boy that lay there next to him. His eyes danced over the dim glow of moonlight and the light from the hallway on his cheeks. He listened to him breathing. He was so beautiful, gorgeous, fantastic… Just enchanting.

He still didn’t know what he would do. Duo was lying there so still and peaceful. It was hard to believe that this was the same person who he had just been pumping his desperate cock against. Who he’d had, and still had sexual fantasies about. Who he was contemplating about whether or not to use him for his own sexual desires. He wanted to, not just to relieve those desires, but to relieve them with Duo. He loved Duo, he wanted to spend his life with Duo, wanted to wake up next to him every morning.

He had to face it. This wasn’t just being in love anymore. Without knowing it himself, Duo had turned into an obsession.

A sleepy mumble and movement at the left of him pulled him from his reverie. Duo had shifted and had blindly grabbed for the fluffy white teddy bear that lay on the corner of the mattress. Quatre recognized the teddy bear; it had been a present from him to Duo last Christmas. He had thought it to be so cute with that red Christmas hat and the gold bell hanging around its neck.

Duo hugged the bear, the little bell tinkling softly. He hugged it as if it was a substitute for Heero. Quatre was jealous of that bear. He wanted to be that substitute. No, not to be that substitute. He wanted to be Heero. It must be wonderful to be him. How he envied him. Just like Heero, he wanted to be able to feel that creamy skin under his fingertips, whenever he wanted to. He wanted to make him moan and writhe in pleasure, wanted to see his hair billowing around him while he made love to him, his mouth formed in an ecstatic ‘ahh’ as he screamed his orgasm.

He wanted to know what he would taste like. Maybe… maybe just a little lick along the cheek then?

No! His conscience got its voice back. Get off that bed, now! Walk out of the room, close the door behind you and just let him sleep! the angel pleaded. He could still escape now, it wasn’t too late yet. But the angel knew that once Quatre got a taste, he would want the rest too.

And that was something the devil knew as well. Quatre, you’re not getting a chance like this again! He’s drunk and fast asleep, he won’t even notice. It would be pure idiocy to pass out on this, he fomented. All it would take was a little push.

Quatre closed his eyes and took a deep, nervous breath while the religious clash between halo and trident once again raged in his head. He was tended to listen to the trident.

Look at his face, Quatre.

Quatre opened his eyes and looked, once again marvelling at the sheer beauty Duo was.

Touch it.

Quatre touched it. His cheeks felt smooth, like a girl’s cheek would feel.

Lick it.

Quatre hesitated.

Go on, Quatre, the devil grumbled. Don’t you remember what you said? Fuck it all and to hell with consequences? Where did that go? Now, go on, lick it!

The devil was right. It was a temptation Quatre was too weak to resist, a one time opportunity. He had to seize it.

The angel sighed as it watched with sad eyes how Quatre blindly gave in to the devil’s will. Quatre, you’re playing a dangerous game, boy, he said, shaking his head.

Quatre shivered slightly as his tongue connected with the soft texture of Duo’s skin. He licked long and slowly, all along his face, like licking an ice cream. He licked again, and again, until he could taste the vodka on Duo’s lips. Vodka flavoured ice cream. And it was all for him.

His heart fluttered and he suddenly jerked his head back as if Duo’s lips had electricity on them. Duo moaned. Was he waking up?

He kept still, barely breathed as he waited for Duo to calm down again. He didn’t. But he wasn’t waking up either. He was talking and moving in his sleep. Quatre watched as a hand crept up and slithered under his still open shirt. He caressed his own chest, moaning softly when his fingers brushed over a nipple. His lips, those luscious lips, seemed to reach for something.

“Kiss… Kiss me,” Duo mumbled.

Quatre was quick to comply. Duo seemed to be ensconced in some kind of erotic dream and he was invited to play a part in it. The kiss was passionate and hungry. Quatre barely got the time to get used to the feel of a second tongue in his mouth. While the kiss continued, Quatre vaguely noticed Duo’s fingers continuing to pinch his nipple. Not that he had much of his brain left, most of it had been blown away by now. Reaching a hand up, he joined Duo in the tormenting of the little nub, fingering it to complete hardness. Duo moaned in the kiss before he broke away to breathe and moan some more at his and Quatre’s stimulation.

Quatre’s lips folded in a grin. This was a dream coming true, a dream he had been smarting and aching for for such a long time now. Now it was real, and he was about to take full advantage of it.

Duo’s moans got him worked up. He grew bolder. Removing his and Duo’s fingers, he reached forward and continued the teasing with his tongue, flicking back and forth, causing Duo to moan louder. He added a moan of his own as the perfume of Duo’s body hit his nostrils. Happy with his success, he sucked it and bit softly, enjoying the taste. Duo’s body jerked and he gasped.

“Aggn. God… so good,” he groaned. “Touch me…”

Quatre didn’t need to be told twice. He’d since long wondered what his skin felt like. Hesitantly, he let his fingers roam over Duo’s chest. “Soft…” he whispered. He rubbed his hand in slow, circular motions, caressing hard chest muscles and well defined abs.

“Lower…”

The hand went lower, tickling through the soft brown trail of hair that led to that secret place Quatre was aching to explore. He had been relatively calm up till now, nervous but calm. When he started unbuttoning Duo’s pants however, his fingers were bereft of any calm. Only now it started to penetrate what he was about to do. He was going to fuck, really fuck. When he’d said he was going to fuck, it had just been words. Now it would be acts.

Quatre, you are not going to fuck him! I forbid you!

The devil jumped up from his observations of Quatre’s progress when he suddenly heard the resonant cry of a certain angel. How the hell did you escape?! I thought I had trussed you up! he exclaimed, suitably surprised.

The angel ignored him. Quatre, are you aware of what you are about to do?! You are going to rape him!

Of course he’s not going to rape him! You only rape someone when it’s against his will. Duo just doesn’t know about it, that’s a great difference. Or did you hear him yammering ‘No, Quatre, no! Please don’t do it!’?

And did you hear him screaming ‘Yes Quatre, fuck me sore!’?

Well, he wasn’t far off!

How do you mean?

‘Kiss me’ ‘God, so good’ ‘Touch me’ ‘Lower’. He was encouraging him pretty nicely if you ask me.

And who says that…

“Aaah!”

They both jerked their little heads aside. That had been Duo, moaning. And not in pain.

Holy shit! the angel exclaimed, raising a hand to his mouth.

The devil frowned. He was the devil, he was supposed to do the swearing here. Like what you see, don’t ya? he sniggered.

No, not at all! Quatre, stop that right away!

Oh, for heaven’s sake, would you shut the fuck up already? It’s too late for your yammering now, and you damn well know it!!

During his conscience’s quarrelling, Quatre had taken off Duo’s pants and boxers and had started to turn Duo’s lessons into practice. He enthusiastically licked up and down his cock while fondling his balls with his right hand. Somewhere in the distance, he thought he could hear the devil’s manic “Mwahahaha! In your face, Angelica!”. It was the last he heard of them, for at that point, his rampant libido happily took over.

Peeking up through moistening bangs and long, damp lashes - his tongue still very active - he smiled at what he got to see. A blissful smile on Duo’s lips, his head thrashing from one side to the other, one hand clutching the sheet, the other one the plush bear.

Dear god! And then the sounds he made. The moans, the whimpers! Quatre wanted to imprint them in his head, and then recall them whenever he wanted – or needed – to. In this context, they were the most beautiful sounds!

He wanted to take his time for this, though he knew that time might not be on his side right now. Duo could wake up as the effect of the alcohol would start to wear off and his head would clarify. He didn’t know what he would have to do if that would happen. He was done for if Duo would wake up now.

He shook his head. He didn’t want to think about that, and neither did he want to think about how low and pathetic it was what he was doing. The part of his mind that did the rational thinking was shoved away somewhere in the deepest corner of his head. He was licking Duo’s cock now, and he wasn’t about to complain about that. Neither did Duo.

Eager to find out just how vocal Duo could be – or rather how vocal Quatre could make him - he decided to take the oral worship of the gorgeous cock in front of him a step further. He tentatively sucked the little head in his mouth, backing away again as Duo thrust up.

“Ahn! That’s good!” he heard him shouting.

Quatre looked down at Duo’s penis, determined not to let the organ get the better of him. “Let’s try this again,” he whispered, as if conversing with Duo’s cock. This time, he held both hands firmly pressed against Duo’s hips. Lowering his head, he again suckled on the swollen head, delighting in the enraptured yelp that sounded through the room. The taste that danced over his tongue was intoxicating to him. His head swam a little. So this was what Duo really tasted like. This is what Heero got to taste every day, every night, every morning, hell, whenever he felt like tasting it.

“God… Oh, sweet Lord! More,” Duo pleaded, his entire body wriggling as a compensation for the inability to thrust his hips up.

Quatre was doubtful about letting Duo’s cock slide further in his mouth. He was quite a bit bigger than the dildo he’d practiced with and he didn’t want to end up choking like Heero on his first cock sucking session.

“Please… Please, oh!”

Oh heavens.

“More! I beg of you! Please, I b… I beg of you!”

Oh heavens! Duo was begging him! The sweetest of sweet sounds! How could he not give in to that? He opened his mouth wider and took Duo deeper until he could go no further without starting to gag. Then he flexed the muscles of his throat, a bit awkwardly and uneasy. He sucked long and hard for a few moments, going as deep as he could. He loved the feel of Duo’s velvet and hot skin filling his mouth so deliciously, his taste creeping into his taste buds. Sliding Duo’s cock out of his mouth again, he set to work to teasing the slit of the little head with almost frivolous movements of his tongue. He went on and on, swirling his tongue around and over the little hole, then dragging it down and stabbing at the heavy balls and between the creases, until he could hear Duo nearly sobbing for his release. Good. Oh, so very good.

Quatre could feel his cock throbbing in jealousy, each throb a cry to be set free and join in the fun. Feeling sorry for his poor, neglected member, he pulled away and quickly undid button and zipper. When he pulled his pants and boxers over his hips, his cock leapt up in joy and he kicked the offending pieces of clothing where they felt like landing. He couldn’t take the hurt in his privates any longer as his cock had already been hard since when Duo had started licking the vodka off of him. Sitting back, he started stroking himself hard and urgently, noticing with growing delight how Duo’s hand sneaked down and between his legs to gleefully stroke at his own unfulfilled need.

It was a vision that seemed to have come right out of one of Quatre’s scandalous dreams. From the hand working at Duo’s groin, his eyes rapidly travelled up to his face, watching it as it twisted in pleasure, as he screamed out his ecstasy.

When the tension in his groin was relieved a bit, Quatre quickly reached out to still the erratically stroking hand on Duo’s cock. “No, not yet,” he said, surprised at how loud his voice had been. He crawled back over to Duo’s head and kissed him again to silence his moans of disappointment. At the same time he felt under the pillow to where Duo had claimed they keep the lubricant. And he was right. After some fumbling, his fingers touched a cool tube. He placed it next to them on the bed within easy reach. He was eager to feel Duo’s cock inside of him, but he didn’t want foreplay to end so quickly. There was still so much more of Duo to enjoy.

He pulled his t-shirt over his head. Now completely naked, except for his socks, he straddled Duo’s groin. Their heated cocks rubbed together, and he leaned over, groin to groin, skin to skin with Duo’s body. He mewled softly in pleasure while their sweaty torsos whrithed against each other. Then he noticed Duo’s hand creeping up to his mouth, and he eagerly, sensually started sucking on his fingers, and a most interesting idea entered Quatre’s head.

If Duo wanted something to suck on... He could give him something to suck on.

He carefully crawled closer to Duo’s head, until he could press the tip of his cock against Duo’s lips. His breathing sped up with anticipation, and he swallowed hard. He watched as Duo’s mouth opened up, and almost automatically, he started sucking. Quatre clutched a hand to his mouth to stifle his screams of pleasure. It was unlike anything he’d have imagined. It was warm, and wet, and the suction was sure to drive him mad. Panting and whimpering, he pushed his cock deeper, until his balls were resting against Duo’s chin. He was completely in now. And still Duo didn’t recoil. He was amazing.

And so Quatre sat there, straddling Duo’s face, with his cock in Duo’s mouth, and a hand cluthed in the pillow at either side of Duo’s head. His lips had a gasping, blissful smile on them. His eyes were half open, but not really seeing anything.

Suddenly, he felt two hands on his buttcheeks, and looking behind, he saw Duo’s strong hands gently kneeding the plump flesh. “Oh, Duo…” he groaned, letting his head fall forward again. To his growing exhilaration, he felt Duo’s fingers sliding towards his crevice. They were still moist from when he’d sucked them, and Quatre could feel his hole calling out for them. “Do it…” he hissed.

And lo and behold, Duo did! One finger teased his way inside, and Quatre nearly wept with joy! He kept his breathing calm, well, as calm as could possibly be with a finger in his ass. This wasn’t so bad. As the fingers started moving in and out, he gradually felt himself relaxing more. It felt quite nice, actually. When Duo added a second finger however, he winced. The first finger had caused mild discomfort, the second one caused pain.

The fog in Quatre’s head cleared long enough to realize that Duo was mumbling and groaning. Maybe he wanted to talk again – or breathe, probably. Very, very reluctantly, he pulled his cock out, gently rocking back on the wriggling fingers in his ass

He tensed a bit when Duo spoke again. Everytime he spoke, Quatre feared that he might be regaining consciousness. But his eyes were still closed and his eyeballs fluttered, meaning that he was still dreaming.

“Ah… Need” sob “you… to” sob “to…”

Quatre waited in breathless suspense, the fingers in his ass, three by now, pushing ever more insistantly. Was Duo going to say the words he hoped for?

“Fuck… I need… Ooh…” sob sob “Need you to…”

He glanced behind to where Duo was desperately pushing his cock up in the air. Go ahead, Duo. Say it.

“Need you to FUCK ME!!”

Quatre’s mind cheered. He carefully removed Duo’s fingers from his ass and shimmied back down Duo’s body. He didn’t know if he was already prepared enough. It had hurt enough, that he knew! Duo had told him in one of his lessons that you should be prepared enough when you have at least two fingers in and are able to touch your prostate.

Prostate? Hadn’t felt it yet.

But fuck it, Quatre didn’t care! It didn’t happen every day that Duo lay there, crying out for him to – so help him god – fuck him!

Quatre had just that handful of common sense left in his head to remind himself that he still needed to prepare Duo. He grabbed the tube he had laid to the side and quickly lubed Duo up. Standing on all fours over Duo, he took a moment to look at him. His face, a portrait of pure craving for someone, for him to fuck him. Chestnut bangs sticking to a sweat soaked forehead, tears glistening at the corner of tightly shut eyes, mouth open to let out his whimpers. His body, illuminated, seemingly glowing with the light that reflected in the sweat. The shirt he still wore was spread open far enough for Quatre to see every muscle of his maturing torso, two rock hard nipples resting on his chest like cherries on a cake. His cock, hard, wet, beautiful, pointing right up to Quatre’s nervously waiting entrance and bucking in impatience.

Even if Quatre hadn’t been planning on taking him tonight, if he had been stronger in the fight against his hormones; seeing him like this, he would’ve lost the battle and the devil in him would’ve claimed victory after all. In his opinion, right now, Duo was the definition of raw, mind-numbing sex.

Holding Duo’s cock at the base, Quatre slowly started lowering his hips until he felt the tip of previously exalted cock nudge against his hole. He closed his eyes. It felt so big, not like just the tip, but an entire surface was being pressed against the crack of his butt. He could never stretch enough to take him.

Still, he went on, reminding himself that it was now or maybe, probably never. He started pushing down… and all his senses fell away. All except for his sense of feeling. The pain was incredible. It was like something huge bore into him, like his lower bowels were being torn in pieces, like he was in effect being split in two. How in the world could people enjoy this?

He didn’t realize he was screaming until his mind had returned enough to hear the shaky and pained sounds coming from his mouth. He was shocked, too frozen to still move, and he stopped his slow and torturous descent halfway Duo’s cock to reach behind and feel if he wasn’t bleeding yet. He wasn’t. Guess he hadn’t been prepared enough after all then. Damn him for still being a virgin!

“Come on… open up,” he whimpered, forcing himself to relax more. “Open… more. Dear god… why does it hurt so much?” He cried out when Duo gave another impatient thrust upward. He looked down and saw Duo’s lips keep on mouthing the words “fuck me”.

“I will… I will fuck you, Duo,” Quatre moaned, starting to press down again. “When it stops hur – ah – hurting…” It was only a little bit more now until Duo would be fully sheathed. Finally Quatre felt his butt cheeks touching Duo’s hips and he smiled in relief and victory. He had done it. He had surpassed that fear, the fear for the pain and that other, much deeper fear, to touch something that wasn’t his, to touch the one thing only Heero could touch. Well, guess what. He was sitting on it right now, feeling it throb hotly inside of him.

He got the feeling that a hundred of unexisting eyes were watching him. He threw his head back, stared at the ceiling. There, past that ceiling, past the dark clouds and the nightly sky, somewhere in the universe, he felt like his god - Allah - as busy as he was, was only focusing on him. He was glaring at him.

And Quatre was glaring back. He would defy him. So see me Allah, see how naughty I am. He didn’t care if he wouldn’t allow him entrance into Nirvana. This was Nirvana.

He felt a bit better now. The pain had decreased and whatever was left of it, he had gotten used to. Duo was still writhing under him, probably wondering what took him so long to start moving.

“Fuck me… Please,” Duo whimpered. It was almost a plea instead of a command now. Forget that, it was a plea, pathetic, childlike, piteous, but it made Quatre’s heart melt.

“I will. I will fuck you, Duo,” Quatre smiled, taking Duo’s face gently in both hands and kissing him, his mouth trailing off to graze at a nipple. “You’re so eager, aren’t you? So horny. I like that. Coz you’re horny for me. Yes… Now, I will fuck you.” He raised himself and thrust down hard on Duo’s sorry cock. The pain came back with a vengeance, but in spite of that, he laughed as Duo arched his back up and groaned in pleasure. “Yeah… you like that, don’t you?” he whispered. He did it again, and again, going faster each time, Duo’s groans growing louder with each of his downward thrusts; he growing hornier with each eager buck Duo met him with. He tried to contain his moans a bit in case he would wake Duo with them, but he found that was quite impossible. Rapture was stronger. It was pleasant now to feel Duo’s cock moving inside of him, no longer painful. Yeah, now he knew why people enjoyed this so much.

And then he screamed as Duo’s cock pushed deep enough to strike something very nice, must’ve been his prostate. He threw his head back and leaned back a bit to drive Duo’s cock deeper, and he felt it again. Oh, most definitely his prostate.

“Sweet lord in heaven, this is so good,” he panted. His head was spinning, his ass had endured extreme pain, but by god, how he loved the “Fasters” and “Harders” Duo sent through the nightly air. Scream after scream crowded in his ears and crawling through his head, around his brains, like a snake, until his head was full of them.

Somewhere through it all, he vaguely heard a faint, rhythmical tinkling. Cracking an eye open, he looked down and saw that it was the gold bell around the neck of the Christmas bear, moving in synch with their vehement movements. Duo held it in such a death grip, Quatre started to fear for the bear not to make it out of this alive.

The teddy bear wasn’t the only thing that caught his eye. His cock was a vicious purple and lonely bobbing up and down. The want to release its creamy contents was nearly painful. He grabbed his pulsing shaft and started stroking hard and fast. He didn’t want this to stop, he wanted to stay frozen in this moment forever. He and Duo. Fucking. But the fire deep down his belly told him otherwise. It was hot and fierce and rapidly started to consume his body.

“Aah! Gonna… come!” Duo screamed.

“Me… too! Ah… yeah! Duo!!” Quatre cried. He was the first one to fly into the abyss, drowning in the sensations racing through him, his seed spilling all over Duo’s chest and belly.

“Nnh… He… HEERO!!”

Quatre’s eyes flew open. He was sure he could hear his heart cracking. “Heero?” he whispered, his voice painful. All this time, had it been Heero who’d been doing all those things to him in his dream? He bit his lip and bowed his head, his hands fisting the sheets in anger. Tears were filling his eyes and his chest started to heave. Dammit. DAMMIT!

“Quatre?”

Shit.

He looked up with a jolt. Duo’s eyes were open. Sleepy and glazed, but definitely open and staring right at him.

Double shit.

“It’s a dream. Go back to sleep,” Quatre said quickly, closing Duo’s eyes with one of his hands and caressing his cheek with the other. To soothe him, in a way.

“A dream?” Duo drawled.

“Yes. Go back to sleep,” Quatre repeated.

“Okay.” Hugging the bear closer, he gave a good yawn and drifted back into a peaceful slumber. Quatre sighed in relieve. Damn near had a heart attack. Just as he thought he could relax, he heard a car pulling to a stop at the front door and doors slamming shut.

Triple shit!

He hastily lifted himself off Duo’s hips and let Duo’s cock slide out of him. Too fast. “Ow, ow, ow!” he hissed. “That hurt!” Jumping off the bed, he started off towards the bathroom, then changed his mind and headed back to the bed, then to the closet.

Calm down, Quatre. Structurise, he told himself. Put on your pants.

Pants. Huh, good question. Where were those?

The front door opened. He heard chattering, one with a distinct slur in his voice.

Looking around, he finally located his pants and boxers at the other side of the bed and he dove into them. His shirt still had the stench of vodka on it. He grimaced, but quickly put it on.

“Duo!”

That came from the hallway downstairs. Was that Heero?

“Hey, hot stuff! Where the hell are you?!”

Yes, it was. Washcloth, that’s what he needed. He darted to the bathroom and in no time returned with a moist washcloth to wipe the semen away from Duo’s chest and abs.

He heard footsteps stomping up the stairs. “Are you upstairs, naked, hard and waiting for me to fuck you?”

“Shit!” Quatre cursed under his breath, at random throwing the washcloth back into the bathroom from a little distance. Next? Couldn’t leave Duo lying there naked. Heero would make him die a painful death, cut him in pieces and feed him to a shoal of starving piranha’s. He dashed to the bed and wriggled Duo’s legs into his boxers, wrestling with his hips to get his family jewels covered properly.

The footsteps were in the hallway now. No time for the pants. He leapt off the bed, shoved the lube back under the pillow and made a run towards the closet, opening it just as Heero stuck his head inside through the chink of the door.

“Duo?”

“Ssh! You’ll wake him,” Quatre said in a hushed voice. Heero jumped slightly as he heard Quatre’s voice at the right of him. He flicked the light on and stepped further in the room. “Quatre? What are you doing here?” he asked.

“Duo was a bit drunk. Well, very drunk actually, and he passed out. So I carried him up to your room to put him to bed,” Quatre explained with an amazing calm after his hectic sprint through the room.

“Oh.” Then Heero strode to the bed with a swiftness that surprised Quatre. “And why is my boyfriend lying here half naked, if I may ask?”

Quatre heard the underlying tone in Heero’s question. One that ensured swift decapitation for touching his boyfriend, but he didn’t do so much as blinking. He had a perfect explanation at the ready, as it happened to be. “Well, I had to undress him to change him into his pyjama’s, Heero. But I can’t seem to find any.” And that was the truth. It only took a glance to see that only some flimsy summer clothes, underwear and sex toys were to be found in the closet.

“Oh,” Heero said again, smiling now in relief and comprehension. “Yeah, Duo doesn’t wear pyjama’s, and neither do I for that matter. We sleep naked, of course. Or at the very least with our boxers on.”

“Of course,” Quatre echoed with a nervous smile. Ah, his coolness was starting to crumble after all. It must’ve been something about Heero. He could look at a person in such a way that makes you wanna confess all your sins and then grovel not to hurt you for them. The piranha-scenario sprang back into Quatre’s mind. He had to get out of here, now.

“Right,” Quatre said slowly. “Um… I’m gonna leave you alone now. You must be pretty tired. Good night, Heero.” He turned to leave, but moaned in slight pain before he could even stop it.

“Something wrong, Quatre?” Heero asked.

“No, nothing,” Quatre mumbled, valiantly advancing toward the door.

“Why are you limping?”

Had he been limping? It couldn’t have been a lot then. So damn perceptive, that guy. He stopped and turned back a bit. “Nothing serious, Heero. I um… I bumped my knee while I carried Duo up the stairs. That’s all, really. Nothing wrong.” Yeah, keep it up like this and it will become really suspicious. “Bye now, Heero. See you in the morn…” He stopped in midsentense and tilted his head. “What in the world is that noise?”

Heero pricked up his ears and heard a disorderly ensemble of stumbling, cursing and mumbling making its way from the stairway to the room next door. “That’s probably Trowa helping Wufei to his bed. Don’t think the guy could make it on his own.”

“Is he drunk too?”

“Oh yeah,” Heero sniggered. “He took three alcoholic aperitifs to start with, probably to help with his nervousness. Could’ve taken orange juice, but then Zechs let him taste from his glass and he was sold. Then four glasses of red wine at dinner, some liquor filled chocolates at the coffee and two white Martini’s. Oh, and I also saw him and Zechs heading upstairs with a bottle of champagne. Expensive champagne. He should be lucky he can still stand on his legs.”

“Wow, you sure kept a close watch on him,” Quatre said, impressed at the amount of booze Wufei could take.

Heero snorted, moving to sit on the edge of the bed to take his shoes off. “Can you blame me? It was so boring over there, I had to find something to keep myself occupied with. Oh, which reminds me.” Reaching in his inside pocket, he took out several pieces of what appeared to be folded napkins. “Here, you can have one.”

Quatre walked back over to the bed and took the little present out of Heero’s outstretched hand. “What is it?” he asked.

“It’s a crane. Made one for every one of us,” Heero shrugged, smiling goofily.

“Oh. You seem to be very good at it.”

The goofy smile grew into a mischievous grin. “Yeah, I’m good with my hands. Just ask Duo.”

Oh, come on! Did he really have to use every opportunity to rub him with his nose in it?! Of course, why wouldn’t he flaunt his relationship with Duo? Duo really was someone to show off with, and damn straight Quatre would’ve done exactly the same.

“I don’t doubt that,” Quatre smiled wryly.

“Good night, Quatre,” Heero said.

Waving nonchalantly in response, Quatre left the room and closed the door behind him.

Heero wondered how it was that Quatre could still walk straight and wasn’t babbling incoherently. The stench of liquor had been overwhelming, really.

He yawned as he proceeded taking his clothes off. He was pretty tired. Pretty horny too. All the fooling around going on between Zechs and Wufei had him very much looking forward to a good late-night nookie with his lover.

But his lover was asleep.

Not like that had ever stopped him in the past.

Grinning, Heero removed his boxers and slid under the sheets. He looked down on the sleeping face of his lover. The hair on his forehead seemed to be a bit moist. His mouth was slightly open. Heero kissed him on the cheek. His skin tasted salty, a bit sweaty even. In his one arm he held the white teddy bear he’d got from Quatre. He pulled it away, tugging a bit as Duo was reluctant to let go of it, but quickly replaced it with his own hand. He lowered his head for a kiss on the lips, pushing his tongue in as soon as he felt Duo kissing back, silently granting him entry to his sweet mouth as he parted his lips. Heero loved how Duo could be so responsive in his sleep.

He had missed his lover this evening. The food had been great, but he had been hungry for something else. And he still was. And he would get it.

Duo moaned as Heero started feathering kisses along his neck, his head moving aside of its own accord to offer him more of the creamy skin.

Heero eagerly lapped at Duo’s throat. He was a buffet laid out for him, far more exquisite than the buffet he’d seen tonight. And he would dig in with a voracity Relena’s cooks would’ve been jealous of. He’d take a bit of everything; he’d take a lick of his neck, a taste of his shoulder, a bite of his nipple. And then the main course, a big chunk of hot meat, a delicacy only for him to enjoy.

Heero licked his lips at the thought of dessert.

But he was running ahead of things. Duo wasn’t even completely undressed yet. He glided his hands over Duo’s chest and up over his shoulders, taking the shirt with him. He dipped his head and took a lick of Duo’s lovely chest, circling his tongue around his nipple.

“Oh… That’s good,” Duo purred.

Heero grinned, following the trail down to Duo’s navel. He dipped his tongue in, torturing the little hole in Duo’s belly, making sucking noises with his lips.

“Nnh… Nice…”

And then Heero smelled something, something strange. He thought it was cum. But how? He sniffed a few times more. A tracker dog would’ve been impressed by the way he was sniffing along Duo’s belly. His nose told him that it wasn’t Duo’s cum. Then who…

Heero’s eyes shot open.

…Quatre?

“Hmm… Heero?”

Heero looked up to stare into tired purple.

“Are you gonna fuck me again?”

“How do you mean, again?” Heero said, confused. “This is the first time this night.”

“It is?” Duo mumbled. “Hm… must’ve been a dream then.” He turned and went back to sleep.

So now Heero’s suspicion really was roused. He mentally ran through all the little things that had happened since he’d entered his room. Duo is lying on the bed, half naked, and Quatre is there with him. Quatre limps and moans in pain, said he bumped his knee. Bumped his knee? Heero could’ve sworn he reached for his ass. Then Heero smells another kind of cum on Duo, and when Duo wakes up, he asks Heero if he would fuck him again, while he has been away all night.

Yes, very suspicious indeed.

Quatre felt sore as he sat on his bed.

Alone.

Alone in the dark. Alone with his thoughts. Alone to think back about what he had done. His ass hurt. His chest hurt too, even more. He felt horrible. Yeah, so he’d had sex, and the sex in itself had been mind-blowing. And he’d had Duo, like he’d always wanted. But that’s just what bothered him, he’d had him physically, not mentally. He’d had the feeling of Duo inside of him, but he could never have Duo’s love. What had he expected now? Had he really thought that Duo would see him, poor sorry Quatre in his dream? Why would he?! He could wish that maybe. And that’s what they would stay, wishes. Duo’s head and heart were filled with Heero only. It was Heero who owned him, Heero who fucked him, Heero who was on his lips 24 hours a day. And not always in a figurative way.

It was hopeless. He would never have Duo, and maybe he didn’t want that anymore. He loved Duo, loved him so much he couldn’t bear to see him unhappy. And that’s what would happen when he and Heero broke up. That smile on his face was a part of him, it would only be unnatural to see him without. And if Quatre picked him up on that moment where Duo felt weak from his break up with Heero, their relationship and love would be soiled, because no matter what had been said between them, no matter how fierce the fights would’ve been, no matter how many plates would’ve been broken, in spite of all that Duo would keep on reaching out for Heero, and that typical Maxwell smile would never fully return in all its glory.

Quatre sighed and buried his face in his hands. “I’m chasing dreams,” he groaned. “I’m yearning for something that can never be achieved, having desires that can never be fulfilled.”

No, but… Who said that he wouldn’t be able to make him smile like that! He could love him and make him happy! And then they could make love without Duo being drunk and unconscious. Then he didn’t have to sprint through the room like a hurricane to cover up the evidences, but they could snuggle and fall asleep together.

But could he love him as much as Heero loved him? Could he love him enough to keep him content and keep him from drifting back into Heero’s arms?

Quatre groaned out loud. But what was this, a goddamned contest?! Why was just loving him not enough?

Why all those buts in his head, all those confusing and troubling feelings in his chest?

He would explode sometime soon if he kept on locked away in this self torture of his. He had sleepless nights from it and he was tired, tired of those questions, tired of the puzzling his head off, tired of the heavy feeling in his heart.

And tired of those freaking screams coming from the other room!

He needed to talk to someone about this. Someone who understood him, someone who didn’t have a lover to be distracted by, someone who would make time for him. The only one who he could talk to about this. His soul mate.

He needed to talk to Trowa.

To be continued…

Chapter 15

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