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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" 8. A night out, part 1
Duo stared into the mirror at Heero’s reflection, who was carefully brushing his hair. He smiled softly and occasionally shivered at the gentle touches. It was beautiful to see how a perfect soldier’s hands could be so caring. “You’re wearing that perfume I gave you for your Valentine,” Heero murmured, inhaling and nuzzling Duo’s neck. “Yes. I’d like to save it for special occasions. It’s a special scent. I love it,” Duo smiled, watching Heero placing soft kisses in his neck. “Me too,” Heero purred. “It makes me horny.” He pushed his half hard cock up into Duo’s ass to stress his point. Duo gasped and laughed at the same time. “You got it from one of those dirty magazines?” “Yes,” Heero mumbled in between two noisy, wet kisses. “You know, that’s all – ugh!” Duo stumbled when Heero pushed him forward, and he steadied himself with his hands on either side of the mirror. “That’s all in the head,” he finished clumsily. “Oh really? Then it must be your ass that’s making me so hot for you.” Duo whimpered. Heero’s hands were in his pants now, and grappling for his cock. “Heero, not… not now…” he gasped. “We have just taken a shower and the others are already waiting for us.” “That’s not so urgent.” He slowly sank down to his knees and fumbled with the button and zipper from Duo’s pants. Softly, he bit in the warm, fragrant skin of Duo’s lower back. “This is urgent.” Duo felt his pants sliding down over his hips, and he scratched his nails along the tiles of the wall. “The sink is in the way,” he whispered. Heero growled something about how he should stop making excuses, and then Heero’s tongue was between his buttcheeks, and he opened his mouth wide to suck in a breath. “Oh fuck! Oh god!” he gasped. “You want this,” Heero murmured, his breath hot against Duo’s damp skin. “I can smell it. Your cock is getting hard, and wet, and sticky. Your hole is blooming open. It’s so eager to have my tong...” “Oh my god, if I didn’t think so!” Duo’s head snapped in the direction of the disturbing voice, his eyes wide with surprise. “Dammit Wufei, you have a way of sneaking up on people!” Heero veered upright and discreetly wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He’d never witnessed Duo pulling his pants up so fast. “We were just, um…” “People?! You call yourself people?!” Wufei cut in. “You’re animals! Vulgar, obsessed animals!” “It’s because Duo’s wearing that perfume…” “Yes, it’s all Heero’s fault really.” “My fault? How the hell is this my fault? You’re the one wearing it!” “You bought it. What else did you buy it for? To keep it in the cupboard?” “Do you really have to wear it now?” “Well, when you go to a gay club, you might wanna…” “Wait wait wait, hold it – I said hold it!” Wufei physically threw himself between the verbal fight. His eye was twitching. His jaw was setting. “Are you taking me to a gay bar?” Duo gave a weak laugh. “You were not supposed to know that till we were in the car.” “You’re such an idiot, Duo,” Heero sighed. “Okay, that’s it, I’m going to my room, and I’m staying there.” “No. NO! Get back here! Dammit!” Duo shouted, shoving past Heero and marching after Wufei. He managed to grab his arm, just before he disappeared into his room. “Listen, Fei Fei…” “Don’t call me that!” Wufei bit. His voice sounded quite poisonous. Duo winced. “Okay okay. See Wuffles, we’re doing you a favour here…” “I cannot believe you would take me to a gay club! I would’ve expected as much from you, but you…” He pointed an accusing finger to Heero, who had trotted behind his boyfriend. “You know, all of you, that I’m not your most social butterfly, and yet…! How many displays of public obscenery am I gonna have to witness?!” Duo’s face creased into an alarming grin. “Oh, a lo…!” Then there was a sudden punch in his side from Heero. “Not so much.” Wufei rolled his eyes with a dirisive snort, and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “No really. It’s a classy place.” “Forget it. I’m staying home. I’ve got everything I need right here.” “It’s your birthday!” Duo shouted, accompanied with his usual dramatic hand gestures. “So? Can’t I do whatever I want on my birthday? What if I choose to stay home and celebrate just with you guys, among friends, intimately?” “Shut up Wufei, Duo’s right,” Heero soberly interfered. Wufei looked rather shocked for Heero’s siding with Duo on this matter. Heero used to be just like him, living in his shell, his own little world. Of all people, he should’ve understood. Wufei put his hand on his hip and took a defiant stance. “What?” “You need a boyfriend. And we’re gonna get you one,” Duo grinned, starting to push Wufei towards the stairs. "You're going with us dancing tonight. Period." "You can't make me!" Wufei sputtered. "Oh, yes we can!" "How?!" Duo laughed ominously for a moment, and let his mouth ghost next to Wufei’s ear. "Let's just say there might be some very questionable milk at breakfast tomorrow, if you don't join us." Heero frowned. "Sophisticated," he murmured. “You wouldn’t!” Wufei gasped. “We already did,” Duo growled, and before Wufei could answer, he dashed down the stairs. “Here we are!” he sang when he burst out the front door. Quatre and Trowa were already waiting in the car. He could hear Wufei jabbering behind him about what he’d meant with that. Funny how he was so docile all of a sudden. “Just get into the car, and maybe I’ll tell you all about it,” he purred. It annoyed Wufei greatly how amused Duo’s voice sounded. His eyes flickered nervously from the carseat to Duo, and then to Heero. The odds of it being a peaceful ride were rather unexisting. “What, you think you’re gonna lose your virginity just from sitting next to me?” Duo sniggered. “Don’t worry, I’ll leave that honour to someone else.” “Would you just get into the car please? We’re starting to take root here!” Trowa softly, yet sternly interfered. With a grunt of resignation, Wufei slunk into the car. Duo plopped down next to him in a bundle of enthusiasm, wiggling closer to make room for Heero. “Don’t sit so close,” Wufei gnarled. "Now Wufei, it's a jaguar. It's fancy, but not so big." "Complaints, Maxwell?" It sounded from the driver’s seat. “No Quatre honey, not at all,” Duo said. “If it were a guy, I’d probably have sex with it right now. So, can we get going now?” He had positioned himself between the two front seats again, and was leaning his elbows comfortably on either side of them. Quatre sighed with exasperation. “Duo, you gotta stop doing that.” He gave him a nudge and, sliding his hand over the hand break, shook the hair off his hand. “And for god’s sake, do something about your hair! It’s… everywhere.” While the engine kicked into action, Heero gathered Duo’s hair in his hands and started braiding it. In the hustle, they hadn’t got to it yet. Duo relaxed into the touch and sighed. He sat slightly turned to Wufei, and caught the boy’s expectant look. “What?” he said. “Oh yeah, the milk story. Well, remember that morning when you walked into the kitchen, and Heero and I had just fucked?” Wufei rolled his eyes at Duo’s coarse language. “Yes.” “And you also remember how you said that the eggs tasted a bit funny?” Shocked, Wufei jumped in an upright sitting position. “You mean that…?” “Um… yeah, I’m afraid so,” Duo snickered. Wufei’s eyes grew wide. His mouth fell open. Wide open. “You know, do that in the club, and you’re in,” Heero butted in. “Dammit, you guys!” Wufei cried, slapping Duo on the thigh. “Couldn’t you have told me?!” “Well, we wanted to, but we didn’t get the chance! Before we could say anything, you had gulped them down!” Duo said. “Oh god, I think I’m gonna throw up.” “Could you please throw up through the window? It’s an expensive car,” Quatre said in all earnesty. Duo burst out in laughter, while Wufei was gnawing his teeth and looking desperately for something to cause damage with. “We’re really sorry, Wufei,” Heero said. “We really didn’t mean for it to happen. The eggs just happened to… be there, you know. Hmm, now you can tell me that it’s all in the head, but this perfume is driving me wild.” Duo’s braid was finished, but he kept on caressing his hair, and he was no longer talking to Wufei anymore either. “Ooh, Heero, that’s nice,” Duo purred. He willingly let Heero’s hands coax his head around and opened his mouth for his lover’s kisses. “I’m still hard,” Heero murmured, squirming uncomfortably. “God, I’m so horney.” “For god’s sake, stop that,” Wufei hissed viciously. They blissfully ignored him, and moaned and purred into each other’s mouth. Duo turned back toward Heero for better access to his mouth, sneaking a greedy hand down between Heero’s legs. Vaguely, they registered a soft swivelling of the car, and Trowa’s voice shouting to look out. But it was alright. They didn’t hear the scratching of metal or the breaking of glass. They could keep going. Panting, whimpering, sucking desperately at each other’s lips. It took them a while to notice that they weren’t driving anymore. It only took them for Heero to roll out of the car to notice that the door was open. Duo blinked and stared stupidly at Heero sprawled on the ground, and then to Quatre and Trowa, who were also standing outside. “What?!” he cried. Quatre looked at them with a relatively calm look on his face, although his eye seemed to be twitching a bit. “You two are bad for my nerves,” he said. “How… how do you mean?” Heero mumbled, scrambling upright. “We’re lucky that there’s not a lot of traffic on this road, otherwise we could’ve hit a hundred of cars by now. Now, here’s what we’re gonna do. Duo, you… yes you,” Quatre said, pulling Duo out of the car with a gentle but firm hand. “You go sit in the front seat next to me, and Trowa will sit next to Heero on the backseat.” “But…!” “Do you want to see me angry?” “No but, we’ll try to keep it down, I promise!” Quatre’s following outburst was short, but clear. “GET YOUR ASS IN THE FRONT SEAT, GOD DAMMIT!!!”
It had been silent for a while now. Duo had plucked a chewing gum out of one of his pockets, and was chewing on it furiously. Every now and then, he threw a wink and a kiss to Heero, but it stopped there. They had to stop for a red light, and all of a sudden, he started ooh-ing, like it was the only syllable he knew. “Quatre, open the window!” he gabbled, crawling over Quatre. “Hurry, open it!” Perplexed, Quatre pushed the button. The window whirred open, and Duo went hanging half through it. “What the hell is he doing now?!” Trowa cried. “I don’t know, but he’s got his knee on my crotch! Duo, get the hell off me!” Quatre yelled. He wanted to grab him and pull him off. But he didn’t know where. His waist, his hips. His ass… He could see down his pants. He could see where his buttcrack started. And he could see that he was wearing no underwear. Quatre carefull inhaled and closed his eyes. It wasn’t so convenient to be thinking about that now. Trowa could see the reflection of Quatre’s face in the rear view mirror, and instantly let his worries flare up again. “Quatre, are you alright?!” “I’ll survive,” Quatre peeped. “He’s talking to someone in the car next to us,” Heero said. In the mean time, the light had switched to green again, and behind them, a few cars started honking impatiently. And Duo was still chatting and hanging, and Quatre was still afraid to touch him. After another colourful outburst from one of the drivers behind them, Duo finally crawled back into the car. “Sorry,” he said. His eyes widened in shock when Quatre thwapped him over the head. “Ow!” “Oh, did that hurt? Perhaps you didn’t notice, but you were sitting with your knee between my legs!” Quatre bristled. “Oh no, I’m so sorry!” He reached for Quatre’s crotch like it was a kitten that had fallen out of a tree. “Are you hurt?” Irritated, Quatre started driving again. “It’s not so bad,” he grunted. “Who was that anyway?” Heero said. Duo turned around with a grin. “Someone from school. Remember Jared, that guy who walked in on us while we were making out in the computer room?” “Oh yeah, Jared! He’s cute!” “I invited him to join us. He said he would think about it.” “Cool.” ~*~ “Classy?! You call this classy?!” It was hard to imagine that Wufei would ever set foot in a club. A gay club. Yet here he was. And he was not happy. On his way in, there’d been some boys who’d stumbled quite rudely against him, drunk, and not even bothering to apologize. And it didn’t get much better once he was inside. There were stages, poles, half naked guys humping up against the poles, half naked guys humping up against each other. A spotlight flashed directly into his eyes, and dazzled, he wildly looked around him. There was only one who could’ve picked out a place like this. “Maxwell…” he growled. “Where the hell is he?”
To Duo, it felt like coming home. Sighing deeply, he let everything flow through him. The music, the heavy, rich sound of the beat, the boys, the colourful lights… oh, the boys, all the beautiful boys! His eager eyes scanned the crowd, and they quickly picked out a familiar face, standing a bit forlornly at the bar. Remember Jared? “Hey Heero,” he said, nodding in the direction of their old schoolmate. “Oh…” Heero said slowly. “He came.” They wormed their way through the sweaty mess of dancing bodies, and strategically positioned themselves on either side of him. “Jared…” Duo drawled sensually. “You came.” “Uh… Yeah… I,” Jared stuttered. He coughed, self-consciously. “I was actually on my way to my girlfriend.” “Jared… Straight?” There was a tone of mock reproach in Duo’s voice, and he tisked. “That seems like such a waste.” Jared sipped nervously from his drink. “If you say so. So… Are you two still together?” Heero grinned lopsidedly. “I can imagine that my hand on your ass is throwing you off a bit, but yes, we are.” “That’s great.” He stared at his drink, and swallowed. “So can I buy you guys something?” Duo and Heero looked at each other in a very conspiratory way. They could see that Jared was intimidated by them. “Actually…” Duo abruptly turned Jared around and pressed up close against him. “We had something else in mind.” “You do?” “Yes…” Heero hissed, pressing up against Jared’s backside. “Let’s teach you some things that your girlfriend can’t do.” Jared moaned and pushed his ass back against the hardness of Heero’s groin. He felt his face growing hot, and closed his eyes in rapture, enjoying the touch of the two bodies glued against him. “I could never imagine…” “You’ve always wanted this, haven’t you?” Duo whispered. His mouth was right next to Jared’s ear, and he could feel the boy shivering. “Ever since you walked in on us while we were kissing. You knew then we were gay.” “Yes…” Jared breathed. “Yes, I’ve always desired you, both of you. When I saw you together… You radiated such passion… Such raw, sexual energy.” Heero purred and licked up Jared’s other earshell. “Then… why don’t we stop talking and get to the backroom already? We’ll make you forget all about your girlfriend.” “Ah Maxwell, there you are!” Duo’s eyebrows knitted together, and his head snapped to the side. He reckoned that his glare must’ve been quite murderous. “Wufei, what the hell is it!” “I wanna go home!” “What do you mean, you wanna go home? We just got here!” “Yeah, and I don’t like it here. There are too many people, there’s too much noise, everyone’s naked, and they keep on pinching my ass!” Duo blinked and put his hand to his side. “Your point?” “This just isn’t the kind of place where I want to celebrate my birthday!” “Oh, congratulations,” Jared said. Wufei stared at the newcomer for a while. “Who the hell is this?” “That’s Jared.” “The one he was talking to while he was hanging through the window,” Heero said. Wufei made a dismissive gesture with his hands. “Yeah yeah, whatever. Can we go now?” “Don’t you come bleating that you wanna go home! We still have to give you your present!” Duo yelled. He sighed and reluctantly let go of the warm body next to him. “Don’t mind him, he’s just a bit testy because he doesn’t get laid,” he snickered to Jared. “I am not…! Maxwell!” Duo ignored Wufei, and gave Jared a promising squeeze in the crotch. “Don’t go anywhere. This won’t take very long.” He pushed Wufei down on a bar stool and smacked some money on the counter. “Have a drink and wait here. We’ll be right back.” Wufei grabbed the money like it had personally offended him, and ordered a gin tonic. “So, you’re Jared,” he said. “Uh, yeah,” Jared said meekly. “Sorry I was so rude before. I’m just a bit pissed that they took me here for my birthday. This must be the most raunchy place I’ve ever seen.” He took a gulp from his drink, and grimaced at the bitter taste in his mouth. “Well, there are worse,” Jared shrugged. “I’ve heard of places where they have sex in public for the amusement of the customers. Wufei leered suspiciously at the boy. “Heard of…” “Yeah, heard of. Of course! I’m not that kind of guy, you know!” “No…” Wufei said slowly. “Just the kind of guy who ditches his girlfriend for the two most popular boys at school.” Jared opened his mouth to speak, but abruptly shut it again. “Not like it’s anything serious,” he said after a while. “With your girlfriend?” “No with them. It’s just for fun, anyway.” “Hm… I can see now why Duo and Heero get along so well with you.” “Why?” “All of you think with your cocks.” Jared laughed softly, and stretched languidly on his barstool. “Ah well, great cocks do think alike.”
Quatre and Trowa had sat themselves on a discreet distance from Heero and Duo. And Jared, their new toy for the night. Both of them were occupied with thoughts of their own. For Trowa, it was the soft features of Quatre’s face, and the way the colourful lights danced on his body. For Quatre it was the animated way in which Duo was talking to Wufei. He thought that Duo looked good tonight. He had taken great care in his grooming. He’d never seen him like that before. There was something with his eyelashes. They seemed longer. Thick and black. Quatre figured he was wearing mascara. He rather liked that on a guy. But it had to be tasteful. Not in a drag queen kind of way. Just to emphasize how very, very beautiful his eyes were. He sighed and sipped from his funny pisang. Actually, he wanted to cry. Wanted to bawl like a baby. Thousands of times he had already asked himself. Why? Why Heero? Why not him? Quatre knew that he probably hurt Trowa with behaving this way. It was so hard. He cared about Trowa too, but in a very different way. Trowa was the one he could entrust almost everything to. And then suddenly, one morning… He had witnessed Trowa having a dirty dream about him. It was one of those things of which he wanted to pretend that it had never happened. But it had, and it had shocked him. That night when he had lain next to Trowa in his bed, he had felt so safe, so confident. His friend, his protector. Then, at that moment, he should’ve been able to stop time. No sorrow, no pain, no heartache. Just being with his dear friend forever. But things had changed dramatically the morning after. Was that Trowa’s true motive for being with him all the time? Pretending to be his soul mate, gaining his trust, but when he was alone at night, he would have dirty dreams about him? Did he have to conclude from that, that Trowa didn’t see him as a so called soul mate, but merely as a lust object? To be honest, he had trouble believing that. And for Duo… He desired him in a purely physical way. Or no, it went beyond the physical desire. He wanted to know him, wanted to own him. Sometimes he wondered, if he would be able to go back in time, then could he change everything? Could he make Duo love him more? Or were he and Heero just meant to be together? That thought terrified him; the thought of never having Duo, of never touching him, of never having Duo touch him, and with that simple touch, losing all control. He’d never experienced it, but he could vividly imagine it, just by looking at Duo. Something needed to be done. He wasn’t strong enough to bear such an emotional burden. Someday soon, his heart would surely burst. The bombshell would drop, would explode, and everyone would get injured by its errant fragments. His crazy dreams would cry out to turn into reality. The vows that he had so determinedly made to himself; that he would never come between Heero and Duo for his own needs... Was he prepared to break them? Trowa’s heart felt heavy while he watched Quatre. The boy only seemed to have eyes for Duo. The boy who had cried against his shoulder, who had slept in his bed, curled up against him, like a little child afraid of ghosts and vampires. He wished he could have more nights like that. It had felt so wonderful to have him there next to him. To hold him, to hear his heartbeat, feel his breath on his skin. And then drift off to sleep with him in thoughts and dream about him. He had kissed him in his dream. He had made love to him, and Quatre had enjoyed it. Oh, he had seen and heard such wonderful things in that sinful dream of his. Quatre had lain underneath him, gloriously spread open, his gracious cock proudly erect. He had practically been begging Trowa to take him, the kind if dirty talk Trowa indeed could only dream of. And Trowa had done so. It had felt… perfect, even though he didn’t have a clue what if felt like in real life. Their hips had danced their sensual dance together. He had seen Quatre’s face, the ecstasy, the thrill of orgasm, the shock of pleasure. He had heard him, the outcry of his name as he came in his hand. He had felt the heat of his semen running over his skin. He too had screamed out Quatre’s name. But God, please God, don’t let him have screamed it out loud, so that his little friend would’ve run out of the bedroom in a state of fright. Look for shelter with his beloved Duo. Duo who gave him sex education, Duo who told him about gay bars. Duo this, Duo that. And wasn’t Duo the reason why he had been crying in his arms too? And only just now in the car, when Duo and Heero just couldn’t keep their hands off each other. He had been looking more in the rear-view mirror instead of at the road. Distraction, he had called it. To Trowa, it had rather looked like jealousy. Was he never going to be more than just a soul mate? He didn’t want that! Neither did his budding erection! Maybe tonight might’ve been a good opportunity to take things to the next level. He knew he wanted that! He wished that he could act as if they were a couple. To hold Quatre's hand, to sit there with his arm around him. To stroke him through his hair. To get pleasantly drunk, and laugh ridiculously, and find support on each other. And then, let their hormones take over from their. He shifted on his barstool, and softly nudged Quatre. His friend turned to him with a warm smile, and Trowa’s breath caught. Quatre had used lipbalm… his lips looked shiny, and soft, and tasty. He wanted to kiss them, god, he wanted to kiss them so badly! “Trowa, what’s the matter?” Quatre said. “Um, I…” Trowa cleared his throat. “There’s something I’d like to talk to you about.” Quatre nodded. “Yes? About what?” “There’s too much noise here. Maybe… Maybe we’d better go outside for a while.” Suddenly, there was a tumult behind them. Wufei had caught sight of his ‘present’. To be continued… Chapter 9 |
