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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" 20. Jealous
“How, how? How does he do it, Heero? How, Heero? I wanna know. How?” Heero glared from his position crouched on the floor. “Duo, shut the fuck UP!” he hissed, pressing a hand over Duo’s mouth. Duo, also kneeled in front of Wufei’s door, shook his head, easily getting rid of Heero’s hand, and pushed four angrily upheld fingers into his face. “He came four times in less than a half hour. Four times! How did he do that?!” “Duo, if I knew, I would tell you, but unfortunately, I don’t.” “But it’s physically impossible! It’s just not possible, Heero!” Heero winced at the high-pitched tone of Duo’s voice, again attempting to cover his lover’s mouth with his hand, and this time succeeding. “Duo. Honey. You know I love you, but if you don’t shut up right now, I’m afraid I’m gonna have to hurt you a little bit. Okay?” Duo stared at him with wide eyes, falling silent. “Are you gonna be quiet now?” Duo nodded. “Good.” Duo looked back at the door, trying to find out just what was going on in there. These thoughts managed to keep him busy for exactly four seconds before he turned back to Heero. “You know, I don’t mind you hurting me… a little bit,” he said with a smirk. Heero bit his lip, catching himself before he would growl – quite loudly – in frustration. “Duo, for the last time. Be. Quiet. I can’t hear anything like that. And for the love of god, wipe that horny smirk off you face!” “But Heerrooo,” Duo cajoled, gluing himself against Heero’s reluctant body. “I am horny. It’s from listening to them moaning and screaming.” His hand sneaked down and he started to provocatively rub Heero’s groin. “I wanna fuck you, Heero.” “W-what, now?” Heero spluttered, gasping when Duo squeezed just a bit. He had to admit that his wicked hand actions were very stimulating. “Yes, now,” Duo hissed. “Take off your pants.” “No!” Heero barked under his breath, appalled, and rightfully so. “We’re not gonna fuck in the hallway!” He crawled back, far enough from Duo’s eager grasp to stumble upright. “But I want you, Heero.” He crawled over to his lover on hands and knees, looking up at him with half lidded eyes and his lips parted a bit. “Please, Heero? In the bedroom then?” Some incoherently whimpered words drifted out of Heero’s mouth. Nodding swiftly, he grabbed Duo’s wrist and pulled him up and behind him. Once in the safety of their room, he kissed him passionately, pushing his hips up against Duo’s. “Duo… How do you do this every time? To get me so worked up with so little words and actions?” Heero panted. “Does it matter?” Duo grinned, while he tugged the button of Heero’s pants free and slid his hands under the waistband. “Hardly.” Heero moaned as Duo’s hands covered his ass and squeezed. A sudden cry of surprise startled him. “Heero!” “Duo, what the fuck…?!” Heero pulled back from their fierce embrace, and saw Duo looking at him with the most happy of smiles, his eyes gleaming with contentment. “You’re wearing them!” “Wearing…?” Craning his head back a bit, Heero tried to see what Duo was aiming at, but his pants were still covering his ass. “What?” “The boxers!” Duo punctuated this statement by slipping a finger through the open seam and prodding Heero’s opening. Heero was wearing the crotchless boxers! “Ah!” Heero yelped. “Oh, yeah. I forgot.” He smiled at the obvious joy on Duo’s face. “Well, I thought that maybe it might be fun after all.” “Oh, Heero! I love you forever!” Duo cried, and pushed Heero backwards until he fell on the bed. He wrestled with his pants for a moment, his excitement making his fingers shaky, but eventually managing to kick them off. He, of course, wore no underwear. “I thought you already did that,” Heero chuckled, pulling his polo shirt over his head. “Shut up and let me fuck you,” Duo growled. Without further fuss, he turned Heero over on the bed, moaning at the pink flesh of Heero’s ass invitingly smiling back at him from between the boxers. “You got any lube?” “Yeah.” Heero reached under the pillow and tossed the tube behind him, next to Duo. “Good. You’re gonna need it,” Duo grinned. Heero found himself shivering at these words, and he purred as Duo ran slicked, teasing fingers over his opening. “Hurry,” he whimpered. “Please.” Affected by Heero’s begging, Duo quickly prepared his boyfriend, and briefly closing his eyes, he had to rein in his desires when he covered his cock with the lube. He was very close. “I’m gonna take you hard and quick, Heero,” he gargled. “Yes,” Heero whispered harshly. “I’m ready.” He perked his ass up more, wiggling his hips, and he chuckled when he heard Duo moaning. The next thing he felt was Duo’s hand through his hair, pushing his head down onto the pillow, and his cock sliding into him with a quick thrust, which made him cry out in masochistic pleasure. “Oh fuck…” Duo hissed. “You’re so tight, baby. So tight it… almost hurts.” “Yeah, well… You’re hurting me too,” Heero panted. “You want me to stop?” “What do you take me for, a wimp?” Heero snapped. “Finish it, dammit!” Heero knew that Duo liked this position, this feeling of control over him. To have him with his ass up in the air and his head pushed into the pillow. They didn’t do it like this very often, mostly Heero was on top, but he guessed that it couldn’t do any harm to sometimes let Duo have his wicked way with him. Kept the boy happy. “Can I… call you names?” Duo grunted. “Oh, you’re gonna get kinky on me now?” “Can I?” “Sure, whatever you want.” “Ahn… Heero… You’re my… You’re my bitch!” “You like calling me that, don’t you?” “Yes!” Duo admitted. “You’re my boy-bitch! You’re my whore. Oh!” A mental image of Heero lying on a bed with black lace, dressed only in black stockings and a corset drove Duo’s hormones out of control, and he was rapidly ascending. “Moan for me, slut! Say you want more! Beg for it like the whore you are!” Duo’s dirty talk was unmistakably turning Heero on, and he thrust his hips back. “Please Duo! Fuck me harder! Please go deeper! I beg of you!” Duo began rotating his hips, scraping his cock against as much of Heero’s insides as he could, and Heero groaned in delight. “That feels so good! I love you, Master!” Heero moaned, knowing that the appellation of ‘Master’ would send his lover over the edge. He was right. The hand holding his head down tightened in his hair, Duo’s cock driving deep into him gave a last hard thrust, and then his body stiffened. Hot semen flooded his channel, and a lovely cry of surrender filled his ears. “Heero love…” Duo gasped as he dropped himself on Heero’s back. “That was so fucking good.” He managed to roll off Heero’s back in a happy pile of sated limbs – after some pretty insistent bucks of Heero’s shoulders against his chest – and just lay for at least a full minute. Once his sense of hearing had returned to him, he heard a very seductive murmuring in his ear. “Oh, Master…” Cracking an eye open, he lazily let his head loll to the side, to stare into smoldering, pleading cobalt blue. “Heero?” Heero smiled, glad to get a reaction out of him, and licked his lips ever so provocatively. “I seem to have a little problem.” He held Duo’s gaze, and made it follow him down to his groin, where his erection was pressing against a still intact part of fabric of his boxers. Duo felt his mouth falling open, and instinctively he crawled up and over to Heero’s groin. “Ohh!” he groaned. “Can you help me with that? Master?” Heero chanted. The groan had changed to a predatory growl now, as Duo roughly pushed Heero on his back and pushed his knees apart. “I most definitely can, my beautiful slut.” And he pulled Heero’s cock from between the soft flaps of his boxers and went down on him, very enthusiastically, which made Heero make quite funny – yet extremely stimulating sounds. Heero bit his lip and closed his eyes in pleasure. Duo’s mouth always felt so damn perfect on his cock. His hands crept down, one to grab Duo’s hair, the other to fist the sheets. It wasn’t long before he announced his climax with a loud shout, and he felt his seed being drunk by his lover. “Duo, that was… perfect…” he breathed. He smiled a thank you as Duo crawled up next to him and kissed him lovingly. “I love you.” “I love you too, my pretty whore,” Duo grinned. “You know, you can drop the act now,” Heero muttered. “But I like calling you my whore.” “You’re naughty.” “No, but I’m very good! I’ll even go and get a cloth to clean us up!” Heero shook his head as Duo jumped off the bed. “You always have to have the last word, don’t you?” “Yes, I do,” Duo chirped. He bounced into the bathroom and humming, drenched a wash cloth with warm water. As he stood and wrung it out, he thought he could hear something. He stopped humming and pricked up his ears. It was official now. He had yet again reached an even higher level of disbelief. “Nooo…” he breathed, whipping around. Eyes fixed on the wall, he stepped into the bath tub and pushed his ear against the wall. His mouth fell open, his eyes blinked incredulously, and the washcloth in his hands wasn’t likely to ever find back its original shape. “I don’t… I don’t believe this,” he whispered to himself.
Heero sighed softly as he pressed his head back in the softness of the pillow. A cool breeze from the open window ghosted over the wet traces of semen on his belly, and he shivered. He could feel the friskiness of the air crawling between the seam of his boxers, caressing his warm skin, and he couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of him actually wearing them, just to please his lover. Only Duo could make him do a thing as crazy as that. The mess on his body started to feel uncomfortable, and he wondered what was taking Duo so long to fetch the wash cloth. Unless… He shot upright and shook his head. “Oh god…” he heard coming through the crack of the bathroom door. “Oh god!” “Impossible!” Heero hissed, scrambling off the bed and hastily walking to the bathroom. Peeking in, he felt his eyes widening. In the bath tub, he saw his dearest boyfriend standing with his ear against the wall, panting rather quickly, and with his hand moving suspiciously under his shirt. Grinning, he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his shoulders against the doorpost. “Duo, why in heaven’s name are you standing half dressed in our bath tub?” Duo’s hand slid from under his shirt and made a squeezing gesture, quite accurately demonstrating what he would do to Heero’s balls if he didn’t hold his tongue now. “Don’t you hear that, dammit?” he hissed. “This is the fucking fifth time!” “What, Wufei again?” Heero asked, softer now. “Yes.” “Again?” “Yes!” Heero stepped in the tub himself and made to put his own ear against the wall, just as the sound of a fist banging against the wall on the other side made them both jump. “Fuck Zechs! More! Harder!” they heard Wufei begging. “Heero.” Heero turned his head. “Yes.” “I want to know.” Heero’s eye twitched as he watched Duo’s mind debating what to do. Or so he thought. “Duo, you’re not going to…” “Oh yes,” Duo murmured, a most evil grin on his face. “I’m going to ask.” “Duo, no!” But Duo had vanished from the bathroom faster than Heero could blink. “Duo, come back here!” He jumped behind him, grabbing his clothes and hastily putting them on as he stumbled out of their bedroom. He was just in time to jerk Duo’s hand away from the handle of Wufei’s door. Well, at least the idiot had had the decency to put on his pants! “Duo, no,” he said again, looking his lover in the eyes. “But I wanna know how he does it, Heero, to come five times in a row!” Duo pleaded. “Me too, honey, but you can’t just burst in there! They might still be busy!” Duo thought for a moment, then he – rather stupidly – turned to the door. “Then we’ll just make up an excuse,” he said, and knocked the door before Heero got the chance to protest again. Heero slapped his forehead and protested anyway. “What…? What are you gonna say then?” “I’ll think of something,” Duo shrugged, knocking again. It took a while. He tried his luck and attempted to just push the door open, but it was locked, naturally. Just when he was about to make some racket, the door opened, and Zechs’ smiling face appeared in front of him, neatly dressed and smelling of a hot shower. “Yes?” Zechs asked. Duo was intimidated. Zechs was taller than him; and obviously a notorious lover, as they’d only just found out. “Uhm… Is Wufei here?” he stuttered, trying to peer past the man. Heero snorted. What the hell kind of question was that? “He’s getting dressed,” Zechs said, gesturing his head to the bathroom. “Do you need him?” “Uhu,” Duo nodded. “It’s for uhm… We’d like to… Quatre’s asked us to start moving his stuff to here.” “Wufei?” Zechs called. “Duo and Heero are here, they want to…” “Yeah, I heard,” Wufei smiled, sailing into Duo and Heero’s field of vision. He walked over to the door and looked Heero up and down. “So… where is Quatre’s stuff then?” “Well…” Heero began, “if we want to move his stuff in here, then we first have to move your st…” “I wanna know how you could come five times in half an hour!” Duo abruptly butted in, unable to help himself. Wufei’s eyes widened, rather shocked by the sudden question. “What… what do you mean!” he spluttered. He felt his cheeks flushing, but he valiantly held an angry eye on the American. Heero’s head jerked to the side as well. “Duo!” he hissed. “Next time, try to turn your tongue seven times in your mouth before you blurt something out like that again, okay!” “I’m sorry, Heero,” Duo peeped, now feeling rather uncomfortable under the eyes of the three men burning on him. “I demand you tell me how you know that!” Wufei stated. “You were eavesdropping, weren’t you?” Zechs grinned. “Why…” Duo’s mouth opened and closed in a semblance of indignity. “Of course not! Does that sound like something I would do?” ”Yes it does!” Wufei yelled, seeing right through his obvious lie. “You’re terrible, Maxwell.” ”Well… Heero did it too!” Heero’s eye twitched again. ”You are such a tattle tale, do you know that!” he snapped. “Well,” Zechs murmured as he slid his arms around Wufei from behind. “I don’t mind, really.” Wufei’s head whipped around. “Huh?” “It’s exciting, don’t you think, my little dragon? In fact, I’ll tell you more.” Zechs’ voice lowered and he whispered in his lover’s ear. “I knew they were listening.” “You knew?!” Wufei exclaimed. “Holy fucking Christ!” This had even Duo appalled. “Yes,” Zechs grinned. “I saw you sneaking behind us, Maxwell.” Duo gasped. “Like yesterday morning when I called you! You left the phone open on purpose!” “What? What?!” Wufei said. “You did take the phone from me. You didn’t close it?!” “Hmm… It’s one of my kinks,” Zechs murmured, softening Wufei’s anger with a gentle lick along his cheek. “You’d better get to know all of them.” “You perv!” Duo accused, though with a grin of his own. “Oh, don’t act so shocked, I’m sure you would like it too,” Heero sniggered, grabbing him and hugging him close. “Wouldn’t you now? Huh? To show off what kind of great couple we are?” “Hmm…” Duo purred. “I believe you might be right.” “Show offs,” Wufei snorted. “Now, shall we get started?” Zechs said. “With what?” Duo asked. “Moving Wufei’s stuff.” “Oh! Yeah sure.” “Maybe you’d like to change the sheets? I think it will be necessary.” “Over my dead body!” Duo huffed. “I can arrange that,” Wufei smirked, with a suggestive nod to the katana standing in the corner. Duo started with a sarcastic repeat. “Huuh… I can arrange that…” Then he gave up. “Oh, shut up.” Wufei crossed his arms, looking victorious for having outsmarted Duo. Zechs chuckled and tossed the dirty bedclothes over at Duo. “Hey!” Duo complained. “Why is everyone always aiming at me?” “Because you’re always the one starting the trouble,” Heero said, having disappeared for a while, but now back, arms laden with Quatre’s stuff. “Heero!” Duo wailed. “Shut up. I was joking.” “Like hell you were!” Heero frowned. “You admit then?” “No!” Zechs shook his head and brushed past them with some of Wufei’s clothes. “There there, little ones. We’ve got work to do,” he smirked. Wufei came up shortly behind him, carrying some books and something that looked suspiciously like a plush dragon. He stopped in front of Duo and looked pointedly at the bedclothes lying between them. “What?” Duo asked, annoyed. “My arms are full. I can’t carry them,” Wufei shrugged. “Then get rid of them when you come back.” “No. I want you to get rid of them.” “But… why me?” Wufei shrugged again and tilted his head. “You shouldn’t have been eaves dropping.” With a grunt, Duo snatched up the bedclothes, careful not to touch any possible wetness. He kept an angry eye fixed on the grinning Chinese, although he had the impression his attention was only partly fixed on him. He seemed to be waiting for something, and it wasn’t for him to pick up the bedclothes. Wufei grinned and looked down on Duo most satisfied when he bent to pick up the bedclothes, keeping a half eye on his slant eyed friend, on his way to the door. And once the two of them were alone in the room… … he struck. “Duo, I want my book back!” he hissed. Duo was mildly surprised at how Wufei was suddenly spitting the words down his ears, but managed to mask it with a little airy laugh. “Ah… I knew there was something.” “Maxwell! I mean it! I kept my promise, I’ll switch rooms with Quatre! Now, you have to keep yours and give me back my book!” “Yes yes, okay,” Duo chuckled. “I’ll give it back.” “Good. And for fucks sake, don’t tell Zechs, or… Don’t tell anyone!” “Yeah yeah, whatever.” Duo started ambling towards the door, radiating something uninterested at Wufei’s fate should Zechs find out about the book. Wufei briskly caught up with Duo, effectively blocking his way outside. “Duo, are you gonna listen to me?! Don’t tell anyone!” “Sure, I’m gonna listen!” “What’s all the hassle? Wufei whipped around. “Zechs! Uh… nothing, noth…” “Wufei reads porn!” “Duo!” Wufei shouted, spinning around again. “You said you would listen!” “Didn’t say I was gonna obey,” Duo shrugged simplistically. “That’s a different thing, you know.” Wufei gnashed his teeth while he was contemplating a non existent escape route, precariously avoiding Zechs’ eyes. “Hey, what’s going on here?” Heero said, noticing Wufei’s desperate and Zechs’ slightly shocked expressions. “Wufei reads porn,” Duo happily continued proclaiming. ”There’s nothing wrong with reading a little porn every now and then,” Wufei parried bravely. “You two are porn, that’s a lot worse.” ”Hey, what can I say? Heero and I make a great couple and we have a healthy sex life,” Duo sniggered. “Can you say the same, Wuffles?” “Didn’t you hear that for yourself not five minutes ago, Maxwell?” Zechs said, frowning rather annoyed. “Well yeah, but… at least we’re not afraid to admit it!” “Neither are we. You think I’d have let you listen otherwise?” Duo took a breath to speak back, but the words stayed trapped somewhere in the back of his throat. “Now, go get Wufei’s book.” “Fine,” Duo muttered, stomping off. In the mean time, Wufei had finally given up on trying to find a way to squeeze himself behind the wallpaper. Was he hallucinating here, or was Zechs really sticking up for him? “Zechs, you’re… you’re not angry with me?” “What, for reading porn?” “Yeah.” Smiling, Zechs wrapped his arms around Wufei’s neck and looked him in the face. “Of course not. Surprised, yes. But not angry.” “But… but it’s not… It’s no regular porn.” “Oh no? What kind of porn is it then?” “Yeah Wufei, what kind of porn is it?” Heero asked, unable to hide his curiosity. Duo’d never told him about having stolen that book from Wufei. When had the cunning bastard done that? “It’s SM,” Duo grinned, having caught Heero’s question as he stepped back into the room, leafing though the book. “You just never stop, do you?!” Wufei bit, snatching the book from between Duo’s thieving hands. “What the… Ow! Dammit, Wufei!” “What is it now?” Wufei growled. Those few times he didn’t abuse his name, it just had to be in some obscene way. “Paper cut! Look, it’s bleeding!” Duo yammered, shoving his finger under Wufei’s nose. Heero sighed in annoyance. Was Duo high on sugar again? Or something else, for that matter? “Duo, you’re not gonna bleed to death,” he sighed. “No, that would be too good to be true.” “Wuffles, I am so gonna kick your Chinese yellow ass!” “Hey!” Zechs barked, protecting his lover as Duo charged for him. “That ass is mine!” “Fuck Zechs,” Duo growled, backing off a bit. Not that he was afraid of him. … Okay, he was, a bit. “Fine, then you do it.” “I didn’t think so,” Zechs murmured, enveloping his boyfriend in a protective embrace. “I’ll do all kinds of things to that lovely ass, but I’m not gonna kick it.” “Ugh please, you’re gonna make me gag,” Duo grimaced. “Duo, if you don’t quit it now, I’m gonna make you eat those clothes,” Heero threatened, holding up more of Wufei’s clothes as if to stress his point. “You wouldn’t dare.” “Wouldn’t I?” There was a small war with Wufei’s clothing collection, much to Wufei’s despair. Then everyone froze in their movements as a most disturbing sound tore through the air. “What the fuck was that?!” Duo said. “It sounded like a scream,” Zechs stated. “And it came from downstairs.” Everyone dropped whatever article of clothing they were carrying and ran for the stairs. To be continued… Chapter 21 |
