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" Head Tripped "Written By: Presser Pairings : 1+2, 2xOC, 3x4 strongly implied Disclaimer : Gundam Wing characters aren't mine Rating : NC 17 Warnings : Lemon, supernatural theme, angst, abuse,
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"Head Tripped" ~ 2 ~ Quatre woke in Trowa's arms. After their chase-and-tickle session, they had ended up on the couch, where they fell asleep together. Quatre snuggled closer, his yellow bangs gliding against Trowa's throat. The taller boy shifted in his sleep, a smile coming to his lips. "Mmm...so nice..." Quatre mumbled. Suddenly his eyes snapped open. He had felt someone else in the room. Quatre raised his head and looked over his shoulder. Chang Wufei sat cross-legged in an overstuffed chair, leaning back and observing the couple on the couch. His coffee steamed pleasantly beside him on an end table. "Don't let me wake you," Wufei said with a small smile. The Chinese pilot enjoyed watching Quatre and Trowa together like this. "What is it, Wufei?" Quatre gently pulled himself out of Trowa's sleepy embrace, slipping off the couch to sit on the floor. He leaned back against the sofa. "I was just thinking. Do you think that Duo is, well, having trouble?" "What kind of trouble?" Quatre cocked his head slightly to one side. "I don't know, exactly. He seems harsh, not his usual self. Like something's bothering him." "Well, I know he hasn't been sleeping properly. I don't know why, but he sleeps later and later each day, and seems to be going to bed earlier, too." "When did he get up today?" the Chinese pilot asked. "Just before eleven." "And he's already taking a nap?" "Well, he said something about never having the luxury of a morning nap, so..." "I've been worried about him, too." Heero entered the living room and moved to take a seat on the floor between Quatre and Wufei, crossing his legs and leaning back on the heels of both hands for support. "What have you noticed?" Wufei asked Heero. "Well, when I woke him up this morning, he snapped at me. Said he was dreaming, and that was after I had told him he was about to miss breakfast." "I've noticed his attitude's been going downhill lately," Quatre added. "He's not at all like himself." "And you think this is because..." Wufei raised an eyebrow, waiting for an answer. "I don't know." Quatre shrugged his shoulders. "I don't either," Heero said. "But I think we need to keep an eye on him." Heero paused. "Maybe he's just shedding stress. He /is/ fighting a war, after all." "And not everyone can control his emotions like /you/ do, Heero." Trowa's hand went to Quatre's hair, idly raking through it as he spoke. Heero glared at his fellow pilot, who smiled smugly in return. "You're awake?" Quatre said, tilting his head back. Trowa's fingers slid forward, ending up at Quatre's full lips. The blond playfully nipped at them. "I've been awake, and listening to the conversation," Trowa said. "And if you ask me, Heero's right. Duo's just getting rid of stress. He's just letting it out differently than he has before." "Maybe," Heero said, "but I think we need to watch him for any further changes." "Agreed." Wufei nodded curtly as he spoke. "Yeah," Trowa said, "agreed."
"You will like this," the boy said, bending at the waist until his full lips touched Duo's nipple. Duo drew breath sharply. The pleasure was incredibly intense, more so than he had ever experienced. "Gods," he called. The boy moved one hand to Duo's other nipple, slid his other hand between Duo's legs. Duo's head arched back, his mouth opened in a silent cry. As the boy made love to him, Duo felt thrilled, yet with each wave of pleasure came an insatiable desire for more, like drinking salt water. The boy's mouth traveled down the length of Duo's firm abs, tongue setting fire to nerves just under the surface of his skin. He paused at the curls of dark golden hair above Duo's heavy penis, lifted his head. "Do you want this?" "Gods, yes!" Duo shouted. "Please, please, go on." "Do you want me?" The boy's face was still hidden in shadows. Duo hesitated on the knife edge of pain and pleasure, desire rocketing through his thighs, his stomach. "I - I -" "Do you want me?" the boy repeated. His deep baritone voice was soft, but there was an insistence in it that rimmed each word. "Ye-yes, Gods, yes, I want you! Please!" "Then you shall have me." The boy bent his lips to the head of Duo's ample cock, and Duo pulsed with pleasure, the intensity of it taking his breath away. He passed out.
"Duo, are you okay?" Trowa's soft, confident voice came from his left. He turned his head and saw Quatre, one hand laced with Trowa's. Quatre's face was pinched with worry. Duo was puzzled; he tried to make sense of his surroundings. "You screamed, Duo." Chang Wufei spoke from the foot of the bed. "We were worried about you. Were you having a nightmare?" "N-not a nightmare, exactly," Duo stammered, looking toward Wufei. He began to realize that he was in bed, in a safehouse, with his friends and comrades. "Whe-where's Heero?" "Here, Duo." From the right side of the bed Heero reached out and put his hand softly to Duo's shoulder. Duo jerked away as though he had been burned by the touch. Wufei, Quatre, Heero, Trowa, all jumped, startled by Duo's sudden action. "Was it you, Heero? Is-is that who -" Duo shrank toward the middle of the bed, pulling his knees to his chest. "Me?" Heero said. "Were you dreaming about me? Did I do something to upset you in your dream, Duo?" Duo's eyes grew wild with confusion. "I-I don't know. Don't touch me again!" he shouted. "Duo, we all just want to -" Quatre's words were cut short. "Get out. Everybody get the hell out of here! Leave me alone. I want to be left alone!" Duo's rage spilled out around ragged breaths. He bunched up the covers around his body, eyes glaring. "Okay, Duo, we'll go. It's just that we're worried about you, that's all," Wufei said, speaking for the other pilots. Trowa turned Quatre toward the door without saying a word. Wufei put his hand on Heero's shoulder and led him out of the room. Once the door was closed, Duo sat up in the bed and pulled himself against the headboard. He pulled his knees up to his chest again, resting his chin on them. The bed sheet he dragged around his feet. "What's happening to me? I've never treated my friends that way before." Duo stared blankly at the foot of the bed, not seeing what was before him. After a minute, he closed his eyes. "I'm so tired," he whispered "so, so tired." Duo reached for his braid, pulling it around his shoulders to his chest. He undid it, and raked through it with his fingers, attempting to free it of tangles. "Was that Heero? It felt so good to be with him. And I've always wanted to get the courage up to tell him how I feel about him. Could this dream be my subconscious trying to tell me something? That Heero wants me, too?" He continued to run long, agile fingers through his messy hair. "I have to find out what's going on. But I can't tell Heero, or any of the others. They'd think I was nuts for sure." Duo sighed suddenly, drawing a big breath and exhaling all of it slowly. "Who are you?" Duo spoke to the air. "And what do you want with me?"
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