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"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" 17. The solution
“Gee Wuffers, you look like shit man,” Duo smirked. “Why, thank you Maxwell,” Wufei grunted, holding his head as if it would fall off. It sure felt like it would. “Does anyone please have a painkiller?” The next moment, Duo was right in front of him, nearly crashing his manic grin in Wufei’s face. “So tell me, how was the party? What did he do this time?” he asked with a suspiciously husky voice. “Who?” Oh, he was gonna play it that way. Fair enough. “Santa Claus. Come on, you know damn well who I’m talking about. Zechs. Tell me the details. I heard you went upstairs with a bottle of champagne. What did he do? Huh? What did he do with it?” Wufei’s eyes shot open and he felt hot blood running to his cheeks. “That’s none of your business, Maxwell!” he spluttered, looking away. “I’m not gonna tell you what we did every time we’ve been together!” Duo laughed, deep in his throat. He took a banana out of the fruit basket – seriously, first thing he came across with – and started running his fingers over it. “I gather from that you did more than just drinking. Did he pour it out over you? Did he let it fizz and bubble on your skin, then lick you clean?” He peeled the banana and let his tongue play over the tip. “Did he suck you, Wufei?” He used his name. His actual name. This was not good. Wufei swallowed, his head still turned away from Duo. He closed his eyes and tried to think of other things than the visions Duo’s questions conjured up in his head. It was exactly what Zechs had done to him, and try as he might, he grew hard at the memory of his head with its long blonde locks bobbing up and down between his legs, sucking up every last drop of the champagne. Sucking noises were coming from his left, and he knew that Duo was simulating a blowjob on the banana. “Duo, stop it,” he panted slightly. But Duo continued, relentlessly. “Did he lift your legs, so you were lying with your feet up in the air? Did he soak your ass with the champagne, then rimmed you?” It was uncanny how Duo could guess all of it. Zechs had done that as well! It had been indescribable. He remembered how he had screamed out in unbridled passion at the first contact of his hot tongue against his hole, how he had arched his back and gripped the sheets when that same tongue stabbed inside. He came, hard, and Zechs had barely done anything. But that hadn’t spoiled the fun, it had only been the beginning. “Heero, make him stop,” he whimpered. He feared that the bulge in his pants was becoming quite noticeable. Heero however, straddled a chair – didn’t always have to be his boyfriend – and leaned his arms against the back, watching with perverse amusement how Duo drove Wufei crazy. “Did he tie you to the headboard? Did he tape it? Did he use toys on you?” Those would be all very good suggestions for next time. Maxwell was still useful for something after all, Wufei had to admit. His heart did a little dance of joy at the thought of there being a next time, and if it wasn’t for the entire kitchen watching him and Maxwell harassing him, that’s probably the exact thing he would’ve done too. Duo forced Wufei’s head to face him again, and he pushed the banana in his mouth. “Did he fuck you, Wufei? Did he fuck you like you belonged to him?” Damn, all this torture on an empty stomach and with a head full of migraine! What had he done to deserve this?! Wufei craned his head back a bit to get rid of the offending fruit in his mouth, but Duo pushed the banana further in, forcing it down his throat, like Zechs had done with his cock last night. Speaking had become pretty damn impossible; instead he transferred the insults he wanted to spew out to the angry slits of his eyes. “Do you like that, Wufei? The feeling of belonging to someone?” Duo had pressed his entire body against his prey now. He could smell the aroma of banana and sweat mingling, could feel the anxiety rolling off him. Somehow, those words sounded awfully familiar to Wufei. Where did he know them from? He bit through the banana and quickly munched and swallowed, only to start threatening again. “Heero, if you don’t make your boyfriend stop, then I will, and I promise it will be painful!” “Ooh, are you gonna hurt me, Wufei?” Duo murmured, lowering his voice to a whisper only Wufei could hear. “Are you gonna hurt me like David likes hurting Jamie?” And then Wufei heard a loud smack in his head. It was the realization that had just struck him. Horror of all horrors: Duo had found his book. His eyes snapped open to their biggest size possible and he gulped for air. That was from that same smack, it had knocked the air out of him. “You didn’t…” he hissed. “I did,” Duo sniggered. “Mighty interesting, I must say. But next time you buy porn, don’t hide it for us. Share it with your friends, kay?” Then he turned to Quatre. “Quat, I believe we have a solution for your problem!” “What problem?” Wufei growled. “Oh. You see Wufei, little Quatre’s suffering from sleepless nights because the walls are too thin and Heero and I scream too loud. But like I said, we figured out a way to solve it.” We?! Wufei thought, alarmed. “You have?” Quatre asked sceptically. “You have?” Wufei echoed distrustfully, his eyes shooting the sharpest of daggers to Duo. He had a hunch what that long haired demon was up to, and by god, how he hoped he was wrong. “Yeah,” Duo chirped. “It’s very simple. Wufei here just offered to switch rooms with you, Quatre.” Quatre smiled hopefully. “Really Wufei?” “Like hell I did!” “Oh, you’ve changed your mind? Hm, interesting. Say Wuffles, why don’t you tell us a bit more about that new book you bought. What was it called again?” “Alright, I’ll switch rooms!” Wufei blurted quickly. He’d barely pronounced the words, before he had a bouncing Quatre hanging around his neck. “Thank you, Wufei. Thank you so much!” he cried. “It’s okay. Can’t go and let you have sleepless nights in your own house, right? Now can I please get a painkiller?” “That reminds me,” Trowa said thoughtfully, trying to keep the frustration from his voice. He felt a little bereft now that Quatre was gone. Man, it had felt nice to stand there like this with his arms around him. “Don’t you have a hangover, Duo?” He thought he’d heard Heero mentioning that Duo was pretty drunk last night. “You bet I do! And then Yuy there has to start yelling on top of it,” Duo snorted with a shake of his head to his lover. “It’s your own fault. You shouldn’t have drunk so much,” Heero dead panned, lazily walking over to the coffee machine and pouring himself a mug. “We played a drinking game, okay?! It was either that or watching The Lion King. Two.” “Hey, I happen to like The Lion King!” Quatre meddled. “Me too, Quat, but I’ve already seen it about 77 times.” “He’s not lying,” Heero said, sipping from his coffee. “And it moved him to tears every time?” Trowa smirked. “No, not at all!” “No, it only moved him to tears 76 of the times. The 77th time he was too distracted because I was lapping at his neck.” Duo grumbled some incomprehensible insults and snagged Heero’s coffee. “Give me that.” He took a large gulp, but soon spluttered and made frantic waving motions with his hand towards his mouth. “Hot?” Heero asked, as if he’d expected the reaction. “Think I’ve burned my tongue,” Duo whined, setting the guilty mug of coffee aside. Heero smirked and slid his arms around his boyfriend. “Oh, my poor baby. Can I kiss it better?” he wheedled. “You think that will help?” Duo pouted. “We can always try.” “Okay.” He opened his mouth for Heero’s tongue, and he moaned at the soothing touch. The kiss got more passionate, and soon they were enthusiastically groping each other, hangover forgotten. They stumbled their way to the kitchen door, seemingly on sensory, until a gentle, yet stern voice made them look up. “And where do you think you two are going?” Duo winced as he saw the angry glare Quatre was sending their way, not for the glare itself, but for the reason why he was glaring. He knew it didn’t have anything to do with their argument just now, or with the fact that they were going upstairs, humping. Again. It was about his kitchen, or more precisely the chaos he and Heero had turned it into. “Do we really have to?” Duo groaned; he knew it was a redundant question, as he saw Quatre’s eyebrows knitting together in anger, reminding him just who’s house this was again. “Of course you- Duo Maxwell, I am astounded you even dare to ask that! You made the mess, now you can clean it up too. I’m going to the store now to buy some stuff for lunch and dinner, and when I come back I want to be able to eat off the floor. And I swear, if I find one cum stain, you’re gonna be sleeping in the backyard for the rest of this holiday. Have I made myself clear?” The folded arms and the tapping foot didn’t tolerate any protest. Duo and Heero peered at each other, intimidated. Seriously, Quatre grew bolder with every day they stayed there. “Y-yes, Quatre,” Heero stuttered. “Just show us where the detergent is,” Duo added. “It’s right over there,” Quatre said, pointing to one of the cupboards. “Trowa, you feel like coming with me?” Yeah! Trowa whooped mentally. “That would be lovely, yes,” he said calmly. While he brushed past him towards the door, he granted his friend a little, well deserved tap on the shoulder. “Good work, little one,” he whispered. “Thank you,” Quatre whispered back with a shy smile. Duo looked around and grimaced. He’d never realized right until the moment he had to clean it up that they had actually made such a mess. What was that yellowish downward trail on the wall? Judging by the shells on the floor it must’ve been an egg. Oh, so that was the soft crash he’d heard, and that thing that had flown just past his head. Had he thrown those French toasts on the ground? Had he actually thrown food on the ground? Funny, the things you do when you’re angry. He sighed and slouched towards the cupboard Quatre had indicated, Heero following. Wufei happened to be standing in front of it, his back towards the couple, still searching for some form of relieve for his headache. “Move it, Wuffles,” Duo grinned, giving the Chinese a playful push. “Hey!” Wufei protested, then winced at the volume of his own voice. Duo flung the doors open. A medley of bright colored bottles and buckets smirked back at him, as if mocking. “Don’t look at me like that,” he muttered under his breath. “Maxwell, are you talking to the detergent?” Wufei asked with a suspicious frown. “No, I’m not. It’s just your headache, you’re imagining things. Now, grab a broom and start sweeping the floor.” Wufei made an in-your-dreams-face and folded his arms across his chest. “What do you think you’re ordering me around for? I didn’t create this mess. I’m going to get some sleep now that I still have the chance.” He spun around and dragged himself towards the door. And he still hadn’t found a painkiller. To be continued… Chapter 18 |
