"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"

4. The perfect dessert

Two pair of feet tumbled up the stairs and found their way to the second room almost on sense only by now. The door received another jam of Heero’s foot and gave in, creaking in protest. Heero ran in as first and threw his light cargo on the bed. Turning around, he grabbed the box of ice cream and the chocolate sprinkles in Duo’s arms and threw them neatly next to the can of whipped cream, banana and the bottles of topping. Swiping his lover up in his arms, he kissed him fiercely and deposited him on top of the bed, leaning over him and proceeding to devour the rosy lips as he did so.

“Heero,” Duo tried to muffle. “I didn’t bring all those things just to toss them on the bed.”

“Who cares,” Heero growled, hastily pulling Duo’s shirt over his head and attacking his chest with a sudden hunger. “You already taste sweet enough without whipped cream or ice cream or anything like that.”

“But Heero,” Duo said in mock indignity, pushing Heero away. “I haven’t got my dessert yet.” He reached for the bottle of caramel and drizzled some over his nipples, gasping at the cold feel. “And I want my dessert.” Skilful fingers spread the sweet over his skin, and an inviting tongue ran over enticing lips. “Don’t you?”

Heero licked his lips in response to Duo’s moving tongue, if not to stop himself from drooling the whole bed under. Dessert would never have been sweeter. He swallowed and stared at the beautiful boy offering himself to him, too mesmerized to say a word.

“Well, don’t you?” Duo murmured as there came no reply, amused at the obvious awe in Heero’s eyes.

“Oh yeah,” Heero ground out, only having eyes for the delicious nipples, gleaming with caramel. He lunged forward, but, to his surprise, was yet again pushed back.

“Uh-uh,” Duo said with an admonishing finger. “First you have to take your clothes off. Then you can have your prize.” He chuckled when Heero worked himself out of his clothes. Reaching for the can of whipped cream, he covered his fingers and deliberately sucked them clean, grinning as he heard Heero moaning.

“That’s a good boy,” Duo smiled. “Now you may have your reward.” He arched his chest a bit up to Heero and gladly let his nipples be sucked clean. A soft tongue cleaned off the sweet topping, travelled to the other one, making sure it didn’t miss any of the stickiness on its way. Duo bit on his lip and moaned. He felt Heero between his open legs, rocking his hips to gain friction against the fabric of Duo’s jeans for his aching arousal. With a kiss on the lips, Duo rolled Heero over and straddled him, rocking his own groin down onto Heero’s and revelling in the sounds he made.

“Off… Take them off,” Heero moaned.

Duo quickly obliged and took his place back on Heero’s lap. “Was it good, Heero?” he asked.

“What?”

“Your dessert,” Duo said with a swift lick along Heero’s neck.

“Sure was,” Heero gasped. “But I haven’t had nearly enough.”

“Patience, love. If you’re good, you might get more.” Duo felt with his hand for the can of whipped cream and the box of sprinkles, his eyes too occupied with admiring the beauty that lay underneath him. “Now it’s my turn.” Puffs of white squirted over Heero’s chest and a brown snow of chocolate followed.

“Cold,” Heero breathed.

“It will heat up,” Duo murmured.

Heero moaned and felt the tingles coursing through him as Duo took great pains in licking his chest clean. Smeared lips were lowered onto his, and he gladly kissed the sweet cream away. His tongue caressed along Duo’s lips, then pushed inside to enjoy Duo’s own taste.

Duo again started grinding his hips against Heero’s. He was hot, he was horny, he was hard… Dear god, he needed to feel Heero inside of him. Pulling away, he turned around and straddled Heero’s chest. “Prepare me, Heero,” he panted. “I’m gonna ride you so good, I’m gonna take you to the stars.”

Heero chuckled. “You’re such a naughty boy,” he said.

“I know. But you love me for it,” Duo grinned, glancing over his shoulder. “Which reminds me… I still have to punish you.”

“For?” Heero said, arching an eyebrow. His eyes never let go of the enticing delicacy in front of him, namely Duo’s ass.

“For embarrassing me at lunch and throwing me in the swimming pool.”

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot. But aren’t you forgetting something, Duo? I still had to punish you too for throwing me in the swimming pool.”

“Huh, that’s right,” Duo said thoughtfully. “So, that makes it even then?”

“Oh, that’s what you think,” Heero smirked.

“What?!” Heero being witty, that couldn’t be a good sign. Before he’d had the chance to turn his head enough to see what Heero was up to, he could feel something being spread along his crevice and over his entrance. His eyes widened in alarm. Something that most definitely would freeze his balls off! “Heero, do you have any idea how fucking cold that is?!” he yelled.

Heero grinned while he languidly smeared the ice-cream open, and he flung Duo’s earlier words right back at him. “It will heat up. Besides, didn’t I hear you saying just now that you didn’t bring all this stuff to toss it on the bed? We’re using it now, so I don’t want to hear any complaints.”

Duo snorted and gave Heero’s cock in front of him an angry stare. “Alright, if you want to play it like that.” Reaching for the bottle of chocolate, he dribbled some on the pulsing shaft. He watched with sadistic pleasure while it dripped torturously slow to the base, and grinned when he heard Heero groaning at the cold feel. There, now they had used everything. Almost everything, he thought, glancing lustfully at the banana. Just as he was about to take his chocolate covered treat into his mouth, he could feel Heero starting to lick the melting ice-cream away.

“Ah, Heero!” he cried. God, it was going to be hard to keep his mind on what he was planning on doing. Second attempt. He lowered his head, but again had to scream. Tongue probing inside of him this time.

Alright now, Duo. You can do it, show that little asshole that no-one plays with the God of Death. He nodded in agreement with his own thoughts and, determinedly, took Heero’s cock into his mouth. Yes! Made it! Oh, chocolate and precum, such sweet victory.

Heero momentarily pulled away from his lick-fest when the little head from his cock was enveloped by Duo’s soft lips. His tongue resume its work, but he had to strain himself to stay concentrated, for Duo was taking him with a vengeance. Glancing a bit past his lover’s buttocks, he saw him bobbing his head with a determined vigour. The boy was sucking so hard, working his tongue so heavenly, he already felt the fire ready to consume him. Duo’s preparation had become a case of secondary matter, his lust was overtaking him. He could feel his balls tightening, his mind was rapidly seeking up higher atmospheres.

His fingers squeezed subconsciously in Duo’s ass cheeks. He could hear himself moaning patheticly, but he couldn’t care less at that moment. One more time, one more suck with that sinful mouth, one more sweep with that velvet tongue. He was so close. He was coming. He was…

And then Duo stopped.

He blinked his eyes open. The blissful smile on his lips soon turned into something rather less attractive. “Duo, why did you stop?” he growled. A grinning face turned his way.

“Weren’t you going to prepare me, Heero? I can’t ride you if you don’t give me a proper preparation,” he smirked. The angry glare Heero gave him made him laugh.

“Oh come on, we’ve already done it three times today!” Heero snapped. His remark did little to impress Duo, who just wiggled his ass for Heero to continue. Heero grunted with annoyance. His death glare seemed to have lost its power! “Alright, if you want to play it like that,” he said. With a sly expression on his face, he again reached for the ice-cream and slathered more over Duo’s crevice, covering his balls and penis too this time.

Duo squeezed his eyes shut and squealed. His ass bounced with the shock. “Holy f- Heero, you fucking asshole!”

“Don’t worry. I promise to lick it all away,” Heero grinned with a reassuring pat on Duo’s left butt cheek. “Now, suck!”

Duo cocked his head, indignantly. “Now, lick!” he retorted.

It looked like they were gonna stare each other down, if it weren’t for the small detail of Duo’s ass gradually getting numb with cold. A few drops of the melting ice-cream dribbled down on Heero’s chest, and he gasped.

“Ah shit, that’s cold,” he mumbled.

“Right?!” Duo yelled. With a derisive snort, he turned back again and lowered his head. He resisted the reflex to jerk back up and moan when he felt Heero suckling at the junction of thigh and ass. Instead, he moaned around the hard cock in his mouth, and the vibrations of his vocal cords made Heero return his moans. If possible, he sucked him even harder, took him even deeper then he had just now. He could hear from the pitch of Heero’s moans that his orgasm wasn’t far away, he had almost been there when he stopped the first time. It wouldn’t take long before he would yield again.

He grinned around Heero’s cock. He wondered how long he would hold out. His eyes closed in sudden bliss when he felt Heero’s tongue cleaning the ice-cream off his balls. Very thoroughly! It would be hard not to come himself.

He felt that it was about time to stop again. Heero hadn’t suffered quite enough yet.

Heero’s vision started to blur again. He felt his breathing shortening, and soft, urgent mewls escaped his mouth. He was close, so very close. His eyes already started to roll back with pleasure.

When Duo’s fingers pressed around the base of his cock, and he stopped sucking again, his hand automatically lashed out against Duo’s ass. “Duo, what the hell is it now,” he hissed.

Mildly shocked, Duo widened his eyes. “Ow Heero, you don’t have to slap me that hard!” He nonchalantly shook his hair out of his eyes, and took the can of whipped cream. “Needs more flavour.”

“Are you implying that my cock isn’t tasty enough?” Heero grunted. It was followed by another slap.

“Heero, god dammit! Next time, I’m tying you up!”

“There’s not going to be a next time of this! Why do you stop every time I’m almost coming?”

Duo sighed and glanced behind, shaking the can. “There’s a name for this Heero. I promise you’ll like it in the end.”

“Oh yeah? Well there’s also a name for what I’m gonna do the next time you’re gonna stop. It’s called ‘pounding into the mattress’!” Heero’s threats were cut short when Duo sprayed the cold cream over his hot cock. He lusciously licked it off, and Heero arched up from the mattress. He felt Duo’s fingers spreading the cream between his crack, and the two sensations blended so delisciously together.

“Hm yeah… Don’t stop… don’t stop now…” Heero panted. It had become rather difficult to use his mouth for anything else than gasping and moaning. He clumsily pushed Duo’s cheeks apart and probed at the slick hole with two unsteady fingers.

Duo groaned when Heero’s fingers pushed inside. His drool mixed with the whipped cream, making Heero’s cock nice and slippery. While he was sucking, he mentally prepared himself for what he was about to do. He would have to be quick. The last time he had provoked Heero like this, his eyes had practically spewed fire. He’d been on the verge of aggression. He had forced his cock into him, and the whole thing had ended in minor key.

He scooped his fingers in the box of ice cream, and rubbed them between Heero’s legs. The cold threw Heero off, and he quickly straddled his crotch, his back facing Heero.

When Heero had recovered from the shock of the cold, he became aware of the unusual position. “Duo what are you gonna do?”

“Just let me, Heero,” Duo said over his shoulder. “I promise you won’t regret this.” Closing his eyes with concentration, he steadily sank down on Heero’s cock.

Heero watched with great delight how Duo’s ass swallowed his cock. He rocked his hips according to Duo’s rhythm. The tip of his long braid rested on his belly. It moved along with the movements the boy made and tickled on his skin.

Suddenly he moaned when Duo’s fingers raked past his balls. He saw Duo taking the box of ice cream. It disappeared in front of him, between Heero’s legs. He couldn’t quite see what he was doing over there. He felt him taking hold of the bottom of his thighs, rolling them back and slightly rocking back himself as he did so. Then he seemed to cover… something… with the ice-cream.

Duo scooped up a good amount of the frosty white candy with his fingers and spread it over them, rubbing a few times, so it would melt a bit. He took the banana and covered it with the ice cream. Then he snuck his hand under his own genitals, far under Heero’s soft balls. With some difficulty, he could at last feel Heero’s entrance, and he teasingly circled it. His lips curled into a grin when he heard Heero gasping. Oh, payback was gonna be so sweet.

Heero gasped and tensed when he felt Duo caressing his puckered hole. Glancing up through hooded eyes, he saw that Duo was still occupied with something. Then he felt that ‘something’ pushing inside, and he suddenly remembered the banana. “Oh, the banana,” Heero groaned. The same time Duo pushed the banana in Heero’s ass, he thrust his body down on Heero’s cock. “Oh, the banana!” Heero cried.

Duo could recognize the bliss in Heero’s outcry, and it encouraged him to go on. Obviously, Heero enjoyed what he was doing to him, this had been his intentional plan all along. First, he had wanted to drive him as mad as possible with desire, and then he’d wanted to double the pleasure.

He carefully pushed the banana deeper in, digging deep to find Heero’s sweet spot. A sudden jerk of Heero’s body and a scream of rapture behind him told him he had found it.

Heero’s mind was whirling with unknown double pleasure. The incredible friction around his cock, and the object penetrating and massaging him inside. Then Duo struck his prostate. His body arched up, his hands gripped the sheets, a scream tore from his throat. Dear God, this wasn’t going to take long.

Duo’s hips and the banana started moving in synch, going faster as he moaned his way to his climax. In the mean time, he had made sure to position his hips in the right angle for Heero’s cock to hit his prostate every time he thrust down. Heero’s mewls of pleasure drove him even higher. He could feel Heero’s body starting to shake, could see his muscles tensing up, and the screams of almost painful release sent the shivers down his spine. He looked behind, and smiled when he saw Heero’s face. It was magnificent. This had been totally worth it.

The cum in Duo’s ass kept coming, and he felt his own seed bursting out of his cock with hot, glorious squirts. Euphoria. It was euphoria!

Heero felt Duo slumping forward onto his knee. His legs sagged as he relaxed, and Duo sagged with them. The banana was pulled out of him, and he gasped. He saw his cock still partially buried in Duo’s body, the boy’s passage seemingly reluctant to let it go. His back raised up and down with desperate pants. Finally, Duo let Heero’s flaccid member slide out of his body, and crawled over to him on shaky limbs.

“Did you like it, Heero?” Duo said hoarsely, flopping down next to him.

“It was incredible,” Heero panted, draping an arm over his exhausted lover. “Glad I took that banana.”

Duo reached over and picked up the abused piece of fruit. “Wanted to make a banana split, didn’t you?” he grinned.

Heero threw his head back with laughter. “Sort of. But tell me one thing, Duo love.”

“What?”

“Why did you, three times in a row, stop when I was almost there? Coz I swear, I was this close from raping you.”

“Well, Heero,” Duo said with a mysterious grin. “That’s what people call ‘Coitus Interruptus’, my dear.”

“Really now?” Heero said slowly. “Well, if you ask me, that was just ‘Torturous Terribilus’. But I gotta admit, it was the hardest I ever came.”

Duo laughed and rested his chin on Heero’s chest. “Thank you for surviving during the wars,” he said softly, looking at Heero with eyes full of love.

Ah, he was getting sentimental. That could only mean one thing: he was finally getting tired. “Thank you for giving me a reason to survive,” Heero smiled, answering Duo’s stare with a warm and gentle kiss on the lips.

Sighing contentedly, Duo snuggled close to his lover and used Heero’s chest as a pillow. Within minutes, they had both sunken away into a sweet and peaceful sleep.

When Heero woke up again, it was already dark outside. He looked at the little clock radio on the nightstand and was surprised to see the bright red numbers indicating that it was already round about half past ten. Still feeling a little sticky from their ‘dessert’ earlier, he longed for a warm shower. Only, someone was glued against his body and seemed to be pretty comfortable there. Careful not to wake him up, he crawled from under Duo, supporting his head and laying it down on a pillow. Still giving a swift peck on his cheek, he headed for the bathroom and quickly showered. When he came back into the bedroom, he saw Duo sitting upright on the edge of the bed, looking at him with still sleepy eyes.

“Duo, you’re awake,” he said, surprised.

“Yes, I am,” Duo replied simply.

“I’m sorry if I woke you. I didn’t mean to,” Heero said softly, sitting next to his lover on the bed.

“That’s alright,” Duo murmured. Yawning, he rested his head on Heero’s shoulder and inhaled his sweet scent. “You know Heero, I meant what I said earlier.”

“Huh? What you said earlier…?”

“Before we fell asleep. I’m really glad to have you here, Heero. I love you. I know I only get mushy when I’m sleepy, or after sex, but that doesn’t mean I don’t mean what I say.”

Heero sighed and kissed his lover on the crown of his head. “I know that, Duo. I love you too and I have never doubted your feelings for me,” he said. “It’s already the third time today you’ve brought this up.”

Lifting his head from Heero’s shoulder, Duo looked up. “I know. I feel like my feelings towards you are changing. They’re… intensifying. Back during the war, we never really had the time to reflect upon it. We didn’t even know if we were gonna make it through the war.” He shifted towards Heero, and nuzzled up against his cheek. “But now I know that there is a future. And I hope I can spend it with you. This isn’t just fooling around, is it Heero? Until someone else comes along. Someone better.”

“No Duo, of course not,” Heero said. He hugged Duo close to stress his words. “This is real. This is forever.”

“Okay. I believe you.”

“Hey Duo.”

Duo looked up again. “Yes?” He was surprised to see a grin of mischief on Heero’s lips.

“We still have some whipped cream left. And caramel and chocolate sauce, and chocolate sprinkles. The ice cream most probably will have melted by now.”

“Heero!” Duo exclaimed.

“You’re not the only one who’s insatiable at times, Duo,” Heero grinned, starting to loosen the towel around his hips. “So, what do you say?”

“I’d say, what the hell are we waiting for?” Duo grinned.

~*~

Trowa had made himself comfortable on the couch, his mind lost in a crossword puzzle, while Quatre in vain tried to find something on the television that was somewhat interesting. Wufei was already in his bedroom, reading probably.

He briefly squinted over to his blonde friend when he heard him giving an exasperated sigh, and he was sure that it didn’t have anything to do with the lack of entertainment on television. He had heard those sighs a lot lately.

“Something wrong, Quatre?” Trowa asked softly.

Quatre looked up from the TV guide he was ferreting out, and forced his lips into a smile. “No, nothing,” he said. Laying the TV guide aside, he stood and went to the kitchen, away from Trowa’s questions. The last thing he needed was to go into that again.

He opened the fridge and poured himself a glass of orange juice. Sipping from his drink, he slowly turned around and suddenly felt a dizziness sweeping through his head. Quickly, he pulled a chair back and sat on it, just in time to stop himself from sinking to his knees. The glass slipped from his hand and clattered to the floor. Breathing heavily, he pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes, and tried to stop his head from swimming like this. He should really start eating some more. Through the pounding heartbeat in his ears, he vaguely heard someone entering the kitchen. With a groan, he realized it was Trowa.

“Trowa, please leave me alone,” he sighed.

Trowa’s heart wrenched at the state he found his little friend in. He was shivering, if his hands could press any harder, they would push his eyes into his skull, and his already pale face was nearly white. And then those fragments of glass and the pool of orange juice? Surely, that glass hadn’t thrown itself on the floor.

“Quatre, what is wrong with you?” Trowa gasped, sitting next to Quatre at the table. “Are you ill? Have you been eating enough? You’re not eating that much lately, this evening too, I had to throw half of your salad away. It’s not healthy to…”

“Just leave me alone!” Quatre snapped. He regretted it the moment he’d said it.

Startled, Trowa pulled away. It wasn’t like Quatre to be aggressive. This was very out of character for him, and he would find out why he was acting like this. “Why do you want to be alone, Quatre?” Trowa asked, calmly.

“Just because,” Quatre grunted sullenly.

“That’s not an answer, Quatre. Tell me. I won’t leave you alone until you give me a proper reason to leave you alone.”

Telling himself that he should stay calm, that Trowa was his friend and meant it well, Quatre slowly turned his head, biting his lip to fight back the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes. “Because when you’re alone, there is no one who can hurt you, or bring you down, or insult you, or humiliate you…”

“Or love you, or console you, or soothe you, or care about you,” Trowa continued.

Quatre stared at his friend with blank eyes while Trowa’s words were slowly registering in his head. Understanding what he was trying to say, he lowered his eyes, a single tear falling down on his hand.

“Do you mean Duo?” Trowa asked, laying his hand on Quatre’s shoulder.

Quatre nodded slowly.

Tucking a few bangs behind Quatre’s ear, Trowa put his fingers under his blonde friend’s chin and gently lifted his head. “Quatre, I’m not Duo.” His stomach gave another twist when he could see Quatre’s face again. It was so sad. The boy’s chin started quivering, his breathing shortened and his beautiful blue eyes were filling with tears.

Trowa closed his arms around him, and Quatre accepted the gesture gladly, breaking out in sobs against his shoulder.

“You know he doesn’t mean what he says, Quatre. He likes joking around,” Trowa consoled him, soothingly rubbing his hand over his back.

“I know that,” Quatre sobbed. “That’s not what I’m sad about.”

“Then what is it?”

Quatre’s arms tightened as another wave of hiccups broke over him.

“What is it, Quatre? Tell me,” Trowa urged softly, the loud hiccups only serving to fuel his worries.

Finally calming down a bit, Quatre pulled away again and could muster a faint smile. “I will tell you, Trowa,” he whispered. “But not now. I told you, it’s something I have to figure out on my own. I just needed a good cry, that’s all.”

“Quatre…” Trowa said with a broken voice.

“I’m tired. I’m going to bed.” Quatre heaved a shaky sigh and gave his friend another tight hug. “Thank you, Trowa.”

“You’re welcome, Quatre,” Trowa said, returning the hug. “You need someone to care about you, to love you.” Pulling away from the hug, he looked his friend into the eyes, and for a moment there, time seemed to have stopped for him. “Will you let me be that someone, Quatre?”

Quatre looked up at him with innocent, unknowing eyes. Then a wide smile warmed his face. “Yes, you can Trowa.”

Trowa’s breath caught and his heart jumped. Quatre gave him the green light to love him. Smiling hopefully, his lips started gravitating towards Quatre’s, but just before he could touch them, he still heard him whispering two words.

“My soulmate.”

On that, Trowa stopped and drew his head back. Quatre would not let him love him that way. He still saw him as a soulmate, a big brother. Not as a lover. Kissing him now would be a grave mistake. It would confuse the boy, crush him, ruin his trust. And Trowa would never hurt him as long as he was breathing air into his lungs.

“You’re sweet, Trowa. I don’t deserve someone like you,” Quatre sighed.

“Of course you do, Quatre. I’m a friend. And everyone deserves to have a friend,” Trowa smiled. “Now, go to bed. Get some sleep. I’ll get rid of that broken glass.”

“Okay,” Quatre smiled back, and left a hurt and distraught Trowa behind in the kitchen.

~*~

As Quatre lay in his bed, all of the day’s events came flooding back to his mind. He always thought about the things of the past day when he lay in his bed, even if it were the most insignificant things. It was weird that it always happened was when he was in bed, when he was trying to sleep but couldn’t, just because he had to think that much.

Not like he had anything else to do anyway.

His lips twisted into a frustrated sneer at that thought, but almost right after, his heart jumped when he thought about Duo. He had to think about the hug in the supermarket, him and Duo in the swimming pool, the sex education. And then there was the other side of the medallion; Heero and Duo who could jump each other at any given time or place. It was so hard for him to be around them all the time without showing his feelings for Duo. God, how he longed for him.

He sighed deeply. He was tired, yet still he couldn’t sleep. He kept on thinking about Duo and didn’t succeed in banishing him from his thoughts. It was all he could do. Lying crouched up all night, worshipping a ghost from his dreams. He could see him so clearly in front of him. That chestnut haired, exuberant beauty, he was right there, so close. But he couldn’t touch him. Not a simple stroke along his soft cheek, not the way he craved it the most.

And then there was something else that occupied his thoughts. Trowa had been giving him some really weird signals just now, other than his usual kindness. His lips had been… very close.

Quatre sighed. It must’ve been his imagination. He just leaned in out of… friendliness.

It was Duo who he was in love with, Duo who made his belly tickle; who made his chest constrict. It was Duo he wanted here in his bed with him. Him and Duo, alone. His body pressed hotly against him.

“Hmm, Duo,” he mumbled. He imagined how Duo’s body would feel against him. His hip nudging against his. His cock…

Quatre whimpered. He turned on his back, his legs pulled up and falling open. His hand trembling with desire, he reached between his legs, under his boxers and started stroking his hardening cock. “God yesss,” Quatre hissed, rocking his hips. He bit his lip, knowing that he had to keep it down, otherwise Heero and Duo would hear him. For a few blissful moments, he felt like he was secluded from the world, like he was in that imaginary bubble with Duo. In his head, it were just the two of them. Touching, caressing, kissing. Making love. And that thought exhilarated him.

He could imagine Duo moaning, and he came suddenly and forcefully. But when he had recovered, he could feel the tears in his eyes; because the moans had been real. And they were coming from the other side of the wall, and his heart seemed to disintegrate with each one of those erotic sounds Duo made.

Did they really have to do it that much? Could they not even once control their libido until they were alone, at home?

When he heard those noises, he couldn’t help but thinking back to a situation in one of the safe houses. Heero and Duo were at it, again, and while he was trying to get some sleep himself, he all of a sudden could hear frantic pounding on the wall in one of the other rooms.

“Would you knock it the hell off!! People are trying to sleep here!” he could hear Wufei yelling. Somehow, the poor guy always ended up in the room right next to them. Quatre and Trowa usually where lucky enough to have a more distant room. But that one particular time, they too had to share his discomfort. When Wufei had sneaked into their room in the hope of finding some peace there, he had to conclude that he could still hear the screams equally as loud. How Trowa had managed to fall asleep was a mystery to him. Either way, he had cursed so loudly that it had actually woken the boy. And honestly, he would’ve done the same.

Nevertheless, the screams hadn’t stopped. Either they were already too much carried away with their upcoming orgasms to hear the furious yells, or they just chose to ignore it. Judging by the intensity of their cries, it must’ve been the first option.

All three of them, desperate for some much needed sleep, had eventually picked up their mattresses and had dragged them downstairs, much to the surprise of Duo and Heero the next morning.

Similar screams could be heard at the other side of the wall now.

”Duo… Nnnh… Oh! OH DUO!!”

”Yes! Oh Heero! Oh YES!!”

There. That should’ve been the last ones.

Quatre sighed and turned again. He couldn’t take this any longer. How he wished he had bought some earplugs that morning. Then again, he wasn’t too sure that it would help much.

He was strongly considering whether or not he should go over to Trowa’s room and ask his friend if he could spend the night in his bedroom. Knowing Duo and Heero, they could start doing it again any moment, even though it was in the middle of the night. On the other hand, it already had been their, what, fifth time? They already should’ve worn each other out pretty much by now.

Wearily, he tugged the sheet over his head and made another attempt to get some sleep. Somewhere on the brink of consciousness and sweet oblivion, he was sure his mind was playing tricks on him. Now he heard it again, Heero this time. Thinking that it must’ve been a shred of some twisted dream, he laughed it away. This couldn’t be. Six times a day, impossible.

Heero and Duo. Not normal. They make the impossible possible. Sexually, at least, a tiny voice whispered in the back of his head.

With a jolt, his head jerked upright and he had to conclude that it indeed was Heero he’d heard, and definitely not in a dream.

“That’s it. I’m sick of it,” he hissed. Mind made up, he pushed the sheet away and strode towards his door. Once he was in the corridor however, his doubts grew with every step. What would Trowa say, what would he think of him? After all, he had chosen the room himself. But then he didn’t know yet that Heero and Duo would be taking the room next to his. What if he thought of him as childish and would say: “Come on now, Quatre. Be a big boy. Put your head under your pillow and go back to sleep.”

By the time he got to Trowa’s door, he practically stood nailed to the ground. Another muted cry from Heero settled it. Conquering his shyness, he softly knocked on the door.

“Who is it?” came the sleepy reply.

“It’s me… Quatre. Can I come in, please?” he asked, hesitantly.

“Quatre? Of course you can.”

Trowa switched on the little light on the nightstand while the doorknob slowly turned down, and Quatre peeked through the chink. He smiled warmly when the boy stepped inside, but at the same time, he could feel his cock stirring at the mere sight. The boy was wearing nothing but his black boxers, a little teddy bear smiling at him from the left leg. It was only a detail, but it added incredibly to the sweetness and innocence that was so typical for him, without taking away his definite masculinity.

”Trowa, can I sleep with you?”

Trowa froze, his eyes growing wide. “What?!” He was getting second thoughts about that innocence-part.

”Can I… Oh no! Nothing like that!” Quatre quickly said as he realized the underlying meaning in what he was asking. “Just sleeping, nothing more! Heero and Duo… I can’t sleep because they’re making too much noise… You know,” he said nervously.

“Oh! Okay, I understand,” Trowa nodded, holding up the sheet for Quatre. “Hop in.”

Biting his lower lip, Quatre shuffled towards the bed, still hesitating a bit.

“Come on, I won’t bite you,” Trowa grinned, winking at him. His heart made a somersault in his chest when he felt the mattress dipping under the weight of the slender youth, and when he snuggled close against him, it was sure to explode.

Trowa’s presence gave Quatre a feeling of security. He felt safe when he was with him, to know that he could rely on Trowa to never nag him or hurt him, almost as if he was his very own guardian angel in human form.

“Thank you, Trowa,” Quatre sighed, contented.

“It’s okay,” Trowa managed to squeeze out. Quatre’s breath tickled on his chest and he was starting to have serious troubles with his groin. Shifting his hips uncomfortably, he quickly sent a mental wish to Quatre not to slide his hand down.

To be continued…

Chapter 5

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