I wish I were you
Wheedling and stuff
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16. Wheedling and stuff
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italic'>Heero bolted his way into the hallway, reminding himself to be a bit
quiet in case an enraged Chinese would attack him again. Blimy,
he could actually hear him snoring all the way through the hall. He skidded to
a halt at his room and hopped inside, finding their good old lube on its usual
place under the pillow. As he was about to go back downstairs, he wavered.
There was something, a subconscious magnetism that drew him to
his lover he would trust him. And he tried to fight it too, to force his feet
to the stairs, but they were drawn the exact opposite way.
What are you gonna do? Would you make up your mind already?!
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>his mind grumbled. And make it up fast, coz Duo’s downstairs, offering himself on a silver
plate for you! His half hard cock throbbed
in encouraging agreement.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>But he had to. He had to go to Trowa, just a
quick talk.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>He knocked on his door. “Trowa?” he said on a
hushed tone.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Silence.
italic'> At least he didn’t snore. Not loudly, anyway.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>To be honest, he was surprised that all the yelling downstairs hadn’t
woken him.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Softly pushing the door open, he glided inside once there was enough
room, and he closed the door again behind him. He was aware of the furtiveness
of his action; as if he was afraid someone would catch him. And he was; if Duo
caught him talking to Trowa about this, he would be
furious.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Psst, Trowa,” he
hissed again. “You awake? Trowa
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>There was some annoyed grumbling, and two sleepy eyes peered up over
the blanket. “Heero? What are you doing here?” he
muttered, sitting upright.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Listen Trowa, I’m sorry to wake you, but I
really need to tell you something,” Heero said, stepping closer and sitting on
the edge of the bed. He didn’t have his full attention yet, but he knew what
would do the trick. “It’s about Quatre.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> looked up sharply and all sleep had vanished from his eyes. “What?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Heero chuckled. It had had the desired effect. “Yes. About
last night.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> couldn’t help the worries burning down in the pit of his stomach. He
knew it was showing openly in his eyes too, and he didn’t even try to hide it.
“What happened last night?” he snapped. Horrible scenario’s – at least horrible
to him – started running through his head, though he tried to block out the
vision he dreaded the most.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Heero recognized that look on Trowa’s face.
It must’ve been about the same he had felt last night. “I suspect Duo and
Quatre have slept together.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>That simple sentence was enough to trigger the dreaded vision of Duo
and Quatre - naked, entangled and moving against each other - in his mind. It
pained his retina, and he shook his head, as if to shake the vision out of his
head. It didn’t work. “I knew it,” he growled. “I was right, but you wouldn’t
believe me.” He roughly pushed the sheets away from him and strode towards the
door.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Heero shot up and trotted behind him. “
teen’s arm. Fierce green eyes turned to him. “You’re not gonna achieve anything
if you approach him like this. You’re reacting like an angry and jealous lover,
and he doesn’t see you as a lover, so in his eyes it would be sheer aggression.
You have to handle it subtly, I know you can.” Trowa
was the incarnation of subtleness, after all.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa’s
italic'> eyes softened and Heero loosened his grip to a mere touch. “Listen.
I’m not sure they actually did sleep together,
I’m basing this on guesses. But when we came home last night, I smelt the scent
of someone else on him, and Quatre was the only other person in the house. Duo
was drunk, so we don’t have to expect much from him. But Quatre has a perfect
explanation for it.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“And you don’t believe him?” Trowa
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I have my doubts,” Heero replied dryly. “It all fits into place just a
bit too perfectly, if you ask me.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Like it’s been plotted beforehand?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“No, rather thought about it overnight.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> let Heero’s words sink in. Was he accusing
Quatre of having provoked things with Duo and then make up some story to cover
it all up? “Quatre wouldn’t do such a thing,” he said, turning his head away
from Heero.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“That’s what I want you to find out, Trowa.
He sees you as his soul mate. You are his soul mate, he trusts you.
Maybe he will divulge more to you than to me.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Some of the fierceness returned and he sharply turned his bare back to
Heero. “I know Quatre. He’s not like that.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>His words were clipped, and Heero knew that if he couldn’t get that
curtness out of his tone really soon, it would be an augury for mild catastrophes.
He placed a hand on his shoulder and gently turned him around again. “Look
have to calm down before you go to him. As his soul mate.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“So you’re asking me that I, under the pretext of soul mate, talk him
into confessing something he didn’t even do?” Because that’s what
impossible that Quatre would’ve done this, it was Quatre. Quatre was sweet,
Quatre was angelic, Quatre was just Quatre.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Heero arched an eyebrow, in a challenging way almost. “Since when
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> lowered his eyes, embarrassed. He hated being embarrassed!
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I’m asking you Trowa, to sway him into
confessing something he might’ve done,” Heero sighed. The erection in
his groin was officially gone now. “And when he even tells you that he
didn’t do it, then I’ll let it rest, I promise. It’s
just that I hate to live with doubts and I know you do too. It will be a
reassurance for the both of us, right?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> was at the point of groaning now. He didn’t intend to, but it just
escaped him. Something told him that Heero would not get off his back, unless
he did exactly as he was told. “Fine, I will,” he all but snarled. Maybe he was
so reluctant because he was afraid himself, because he’d hear something from
Quatre of which he’d wish it had been left unspoken, a truth that would be hard
for him to accept.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>He sighed, frustrated, then shook his
shoulders in a resigned manner. “I will talk to him.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Thank you, Trowa.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>A sudden, frustrated shriek came from downstairs. “Heero!!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Heero grimaced. He’d already wondered what had taken him so long.
Prepare to withstand the wrath of Duo Maxwell.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“How long does it take to go fetch a tube of
fucking lubricant?!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>A fierce blush invaded Heero’s cheeks and his
eyes flickered almost guiltily to Trowa. Did he have
to say that? Just calling him wasn’t enough? Never mind the fact that he
still had the tube in his hand, quite visible to the eye.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> smirked at the blush that adorned Heero’s
cheeks, something he had seen more and more since he and Duo were officially a
couple. “Got more pressing matters at hand, I see.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>There was something in Heero’s behaviour that
told Trowa that Duo wouldn’t be particularly happy if
he found his boyfriend here. Could’ve been the hasty sprint to the door,
might’ve been the furtive glance along the corridor to see if Duo wasn’t coming
up yet. And that swearing must’ve had something to do with it too.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Shit. I gotta go, Trowa,”
Heero hissed, aware of his flustered state, but not paying attention to it.
“Thanks again.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> watched while Heero dashed away, and he had to admit – not for the
first time – that Heero indeed had a very… What was that word Duo tended to
use? Ah yes. Fuckable
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italic'>~*~
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Hey little one.”
italic'>
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre looked up when he was addressed. “Oh. Hi Trowa,”
he smiled.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Casually smiling back, Trowa did his best not
to make it obvious he’d been waiting in the hallway until Quatre would come out
of his room and he’d ‘accidentally’ bumped into him. No, just
a passerby on his way to the kitchen. “How are
you today?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre narrowed his eyes and peered up at him, dubiously. “Fine, I
guess. Why?” Redundant question, this much he knew. The news had already
spread.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“No reason,” Trowa shrugged.
His voice was just a tad too honeyed. And since when did he use the pet name
“buddy” on him?
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Say Quatre, could I talk to you for a moment?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Why wasn’t he surprised by that? “Of course,” Quatre nodded,
his face an amazingly straight picture of sincerity. “Come on in.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> caught Quatre’s scent as he followed him
inside his room. It made his head spin a little. Sometimes the boy could smell so
good! Quatre had confessed to him that he washed himself with baby lotion, and
that’s how it was that he could smell like a baby and a virile young man at the
same time. It made him so horny! The baby smell made him want to hold
him gently against him and whisper sweet nothings into his ear. Just like
lovers do. At the other hand, the virile smell made him want to dominate him
and see him writhing under him. It made him want to take him, hard and rough…
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> blinked. He was digressing.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Sit,” Quatre said, gesturing to the bed. The command had been short,
but it caressed Trowa’s ears like he knew
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Let’s make ourselves comfortable.” The words had come with a warm
smile this time. He looked up at Trowa from the edge
of the bed.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> tried desperately to shut out the thoughts his mind conjured up at the
mention of ‘getting comfortable’, with Quatre, on the bed. No
start sporting a hard on right now.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“What’s up?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> groaned inwardly. Did he have to keep on dropping
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Did he?
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>He went sitting next to his little friend, not aware of his pursing
lips, or his too scrutinizing look without meaning to be too scrutinizing.
“Don’t you have to tell me something?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre felt playful, very much so, not at all worried that someone
would find out the truth. Trowa could pry, but he
wouldn’t give away anything. And he felt like thwarting a bit too. “No,” he
shrugged, simplistically. “You?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“What?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Want to tell me something?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Oh,” Trowa said, like he’d only just
realized Quatre had asked him something. He had in fact. The main matter,
getting Quatre to talk, was constantly slipping away from him. It was that damn
scent the boy emanated! That damn, good, addictive
scent.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> shook his head, angry with himself. Another jerk
from his deranged mind to Quatre’s bedroom.
Not that it made much of a difference. The scene was the same, only the
activities were different. Way different.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“No, I don’t want to tell you anything, Quatre,” Trowa
said, shaking his head.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre leaned closer, the glint in his eyes one that
much. “I think you do,” he said. His voice had lowered to a strange baritone,
and he grinned at Trowa’s uncomfortable wriggling.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Huh? What would I want to tell you, Quatre?” Was he missing something
here? He felt like he was.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“You know, Duo has told me something.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> swallowed. That couldn’t be good. The mention of Duo’s name was enough
to send his stomach lurching. He had entrusted something to Duo, right? He
should’ve known from the beginning that that hadn’t been the brightest thing to
do. Well, not like he had told him voluntarily, Duo had practically dragged it
out of him.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“What did he tell you?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“He told me that you see me as more than just a soul mate,” Quatre
murmured, the challenge in his eyes obvious. “What did he mean by that?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>How did he do this? Now, it was all of a sudden Trowa
who was the one being questioned, was it him who was hiding secrets. “I- That’s
nothing, Quatre,” he stuttered, backing away a bit. Oh yeah, he was backing
away, he couldn’t believe it himself. It was the fear that his feelings might
be discovered that made him do that; his libido, of course, told him an entire
different story. “I don’t know why he said that to you.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre was very close to Trowa
for all. Are you in love with me, Trowa Barton?” he
asked.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> fiercely shook his head. “No!” he almost shouted. “No, I’m not!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Then why did Duo say that? There must’ve been a reason; we all know
that Duo never lies.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>The air around Trowa became very heavy. Every
time he inhaled, it was like he sucked in a thick, dark smoke inside his lungs,
making his heart thud like crazy. Quatre mustn’t know this. If he were to
reject him, then his entire world would be destroyed. And he liked living in
this dream world he was living in now, even though he knew it would be so much
better to touch and make love to the real Quatre. Now would’ve been the perfect
opportunity to tell him, and then maybe he would fall in his arms, maybe he
would sigh a happy ‘finally’, maybe they would kiss then, and maybe they would
end up naked between the sheets. But look, this was again one of
that night at the club, that he didn’t return his feelings. He refused to
witness those ocean blue eyes slowly turning from innocence, to comprehension,
to disgust. Or such a lame expression like “I’m sorry Trowa,
but I’m in love with someone else”. Lame, but so very, very painful to receive
as an answer.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>And Quatre still pressed on, relentlessly. “Can you honestly tell me
now, Trowa, that, if I would kiss you now, you would
be able to stop after one kiss?” Testing him, that’s all he did. He might’ve
been lying. It showed so obviously in all that backing away,
and nervously blinking with his eyes, and shallow breathing. But it also
might’ve been because he wasn’t used to human contact in general, that he also
might’ve reacted this way if it were Duo or Heero doing this. Quatre hoped that
he wasn’t lying though. He didn’t want to drag even more of his friends into
this emotional carousal he had started. And so he chose not to see it as lying.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>But if Duo was right, than this must’ve been
driving him out of his mind.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Are you… Are you gonna kiss me then, Quatre?” Trowa
sputtered clumsily. Really now, insecurity wasn’t one of his main
characteristics, and he was happy for that, but did it really have to surface now?!
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa’s
italic'> breath hitched. Quatre was crawling over to him on the bed, as close
as he already was. Crawling!
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Would you like that?” Quatre retorted slyly.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> swallowed again. When had that boy become so sneaky? He blamed Maxwell
for it. More importantly, what was the best answer here? If he said no, then it
seemed like he was disgusted by the thought of Quatre kissing him, and if he
said yes, then he seemed too greedy.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I don’t know,” came his weak reply.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>And then Quatre’s lips
were suddenly on his, too quick to evade them.
italic'> They were soft, and firm, and very sweet. They moved gently, there was
a brief, electric touching of tongue against tongue, and then it was gone
again.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> stared in front of him, too dazed for the moment to say something that
would’ve made any sense. During that short caressing of lips, he had seen far
more than that behind his closed eyelids. He’d hungrily thrust his tongue into
off his young torso, he’d pushed him down on the bed and crushed his hips
against Quatre’s groin, and dammit,
Quatre would’ve liked it!
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>But once again, he was digressing. He couldn’t help it,
it was so tempting to have these fantasies about him.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>His eyes strayed to the rosy lips in front of him and stayed there.
They still looked soft, and firm, and sweet, and he craved more than just that
swift touch.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre leaned back when Trowa reached for
another kiss. “What are you doing, Trowa?” he asked
sharply.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> froze when he heard the sharp words of the little blonde. He looked up
and saw a surprising sternness in his eyes.
Stupid! What the hell are you doing now?! style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>his mind scolded. “I’m sorry, Quatre,” he said, quickly pulling away
again. “I didn’t mean to…”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“But you did!” Quatre snapped. “Which proves you’re
in love with me!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Nooo,” Trowa
groaned. “I’m not in love with you, Quatre!” How was he gonna talk himself out of
this? “It was just a reflex, just because… because…”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre waited while Trowa struggled with his
words. “Because?” he urged when the struggle took too long.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> sighed, deeply. Confession time again. “I had never been kissed
before. It felt good, kissing someone, and I wanted to do it again. There, now
you know.” It felt damn ridiculous to sit there confessing like that. He was
seventeen years old, good looking and had a nice body, if he could be just a
bit immodest, and there he was, saying he’d never been kissed before. Worst of
all was that he hadn’t just said it to save his face, it was true!
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>He looked up again and noticed that Quatre’s
face had softened considerably.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that,” Quatre said silently. “But then why
did Duo say that?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“You know Duo,” Trowa shrugged, as a matter
of course. “He was hanging around me - literally! - and
I told him to get off me because I don’t like people doing that, at least not
him. And so he immediately linked to you, chanting that I was in love with you.
So I just admitted to shut him up.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre nodded in comprehension. “I see,” he said, almost
must’ve cost him courage to say he had never been kissed. “I’m sorry,
right to kiss you and even less to play with your feelings like this.” He stood
up and reached out his hand. “You wanna join me for
breakfast?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Okay,” Trowa nodded, but he pulled Quatre
back down on the bed, chuckling at the surprised yelp. “But I first have to ask
you something.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“What?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Well, since I just made a confession, don’t you think it’s only fair
you confess something too now?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Sighing, Quatre lowered his gaze to Trowa’s
pants, following the wrinkles in the fabric. “This is about last night, isn’t
it?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Is it true, Quatre? You can tell me, I won’t judge you for it.” Of
course, his heart would break painfully in a million of shards, but let’s keep
that to the side for the moment.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Listen Trowa, whatever you’ve heard, it
isn’t true. It’s just a whole bunch of things coming together, and we all know
Heero, don’t we? He’d already think Duo’s seeing someone else when he just
glances at one. And so, he has created his own side of the story, based on
things he doesn’t even know for sure. But I was there, Trowa.
I know what happened. You have to believe me, I would never…” Quatre suddenly
stopped his explanation and pricked up his ears. “What’s that noise?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“What noise?” Trowa asked, listening a bit
better himself too. “Oh yeah, I hear it now. It almost sounds like…”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“…like moaning.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Hmm yeah… I did spot Heero walking around with a tube of lubricant
just now,” Trowa said thoughtfully, standing up and
sauntering over to the window. “It’s coming from outside.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“You don’t mean that… Trowa
with his eyes. “Trowa, don’t tell me it is what I
think it is!”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> was unmindful of the warning tone in Quatre’s
voice. He had reached the window now and was staring through it with growing
amusement. “Seems like someone’s having a little threesome with one of you
garden ornaments, Quatre,” he chuckled.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“What?!”
italic'> Quatre spat, pushing himself off the bed and pacing over to the window
himself. Looking down, he saw something probably only Heero and Duo could come
up with. The garden ornament Trowa was referring
princess standing only a few feet away from him. He was bowing to the lady and
stood slightly bent at the waist. Only, the statue had, for the moment, two
naked and very horny teens attached to his back, one of them shamelessly
abusing his stone ass; which, of course, took a lot of the romance of the
picturesque tableau away.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“I cannot believe this,” Quatre growled. “They were still fighting not
five minutes ago, and now look!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Well, guess they’re making up now,” Trowa
shrugged carelessly.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre stood literally trembling with anger. He could feel the jealousy
inside him wielding its venomous tentacles, spreading like a disease.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>And it was a disease. He was sick, very sick. Heero and Duo
humping around all the time probably was the most normal thing in the world.
They were young, they were in love and they had the libido of an entire
football team. Each. And yet, still there he was,
doing everything he could to thwart their little fucking romance.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“This has to stop.” Quatre swivelled around again and headed for the
door.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Quatre, it’s just a statue, why do you have to make such a big deal
out of it?” Trowa tried to soothe him, following him.
He almost bumped against Quatre when the boy abruptly turned back to him.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“It’s not about…!” he started. Then he narrowed his eyes, a strange
light sparkling in them.
make him believe it’s all about the statue. That’ll draw the attention away
from you being so bothered about them fucking.
italic'>“That statue is very special to me, Trowa.
The one who sculpted it is a close friend to the family. He and my dad used to
go to the same school. And now my father is dead, so I like to see it as some
kind of souvenir to him. It holds a lot of emotional value to me, and so, I
will not allow those two to use it like just another attribute in their sexual
fantasies.” Lies, all of them. Emotional crap! But
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Outside, the moans had grown to screams, rapidly building to a
pinnacle.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Heero-oh-oh-OH!!” they heard Duo’s orgasmic wail.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>With another frustrated grunt, Quatre turned and left the room,
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>The tumult they made while descending the stairs must’ve been loud.
They could hear Wufei groaning, all the way down.
Probably woke him up again. Quatre couldn’t have cared less at the moment. His
steps were angry and fast, his target the backyard. He didn’t get that far
though, didn’t need to either. The two causes of this mild hurricane came
lazily strolling out of the indoor part of the swimming pool, soaking wet, one
of them gabbling away about the devil may know what again. Seemingly they had
taken a quick dive to rinse off the evidence of their love making. A towel was
slung around their waist, and Heero was still rubbing his hair dry. If Quatre
hadn’t been seething like this, he definitely would’ve stood there, gaping like
some idiot at the gleaming and rippling skin of Duo’s chest and arms, the towel
only loosely held together with his hand and exposing a good part of his
hipbone. The other hand held both his and Heero’s
boxers and the tube of lube, meaning that he was totally, truly, gloriously naked
under that towel.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>He did have to swallow though.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“You two, I need a word with you!” he growled, pointing an accusing
finger to the both of them.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo stopped his chattering and looked up at Quatre. He was more than a
little surprised to see the anger spewing out of his eyes. For a moment, he had
the tendency to look behind him with the elusive feeling that Quatre might’ve
been talking to someone over there, but then he realized they were the only
ones. “Who, us?” he asked stupidly.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Yes, you,” Quatre snapped. “Kitchen, now!” He
spun around without waiting for an answer and turned into the kitchen.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Heero and Duo both looked at Trowa with
questioning eyes.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Just go,” Trowa said silently.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Oh,” Duo said slowly. He looked at Heero, who shrugged. Duo gave an
answering shrug of his own and made for the kitchen. Better do what the boy
said, then maybe they could make it out of there with
minimal damage. Not that he reckoned Quatre being capable of doing much
damage. Or was that a misjudgement?
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>They both peered into the kitchen, almost gingerly. Quatre was sitting
at the table and staring at them, his eyebrows knitted together in frustration.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Please, take a seat,” he said silently. It would’ve been a simple
request if he had used a different tone, but the firmness of his words made it
sound like a downright command. Which it was.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>And still Duo ventured to shuffle around the kitchen table to the
coffee machine. “Want some coffee first,” he murmured. It was a useless action,
he should’ve known that the moment he caught Quatre’s
angry stare.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Duo, take a seat,” Quatre repeated, louder now. “I need to talk to
you.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“But I just want some…”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre had jolted up from his chair and spun around, rapidly running
out of patience. “Sit. Down,” he growled.
God! Get a dog, yeah? Duo
thought sarcastically to himself. Yet, the flaring eyes burning into him were
imposing the necessary fear upon him. Quatre was very out of character and
any thought of coffee for now and promptly went sitting next to Heero, opposite
of Quatre at the table.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Thank you,” Quatre said, gruffly. “Besides, can’t you wrap a towel
around your hair or something? It’s dripping all over the floor.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Should be glad it’s only his hair that’s dripping,” Heero grinned,
nudging his lover playfully in the ribs. Duo grinned back and winked.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>There was a pregnant silence for a few seconds. Heero looked at Quatre
and swiftly clamped his mouth shut with the realization that he had made just
one joke too many, Duo was still impressed that Heero had made a joke,
and Trowa covered his ears, coz he saw the explosion
resting right under the surface of Quatre’s face.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>And then it burst free, with a loud, slamming fist on the table.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“That’s IT!” Quatre shouted. “I’ve had it with you and your witty
remarks, the innuendo’s, the incessant flirting all the time! And I’ve had it
with you two abusing my furniture in your continuous sex games!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“How are we abusing them, Quatre? Just wipe it off and it’s clean
again!” Duo argued, gesturing with his hands.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“That’s not what I mean. Sure, a little cum will do them no harm. But
take that statue in the backyard you were screwing up against just now.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Didn’t hear it complaining,” Duo said with a crooked grin.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Duo, please!”
italic'> Quatre cried, close to despair by now. This couldn’t be good for his
fragile heart. He rubbed a weary hand over his forehead and dropped heavily
back in his seat. “That statue holds a lot of valuable memories to my dad, and
you’re dishonouring him with that.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo and Heero exchanged a furtive, guilty glance. “We’re sorry, we
didn’t know that,” Duo mumbled.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“And that carpet in the lounge room,” Quatre continued.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“The one where we knocked over the pot plant?”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'> Heero asked.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Exactly.
italic'> One of my sisters brought that from one of her trips to
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Iran
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>. It’s hand woven and has cost quite some money.”
Okay, so it wasn’t hand woven and they got it from a flea market. Yes, they
were bulking with money, but Quatre’s attention had
been drawn by that particular carpet. Also, the poverty had struck him there,
and he knew the kid selling them would be beaten up by his dad if he hadn’t
made enough money.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>But they still bought it in
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Iran
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“That dresser in the dining room.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'> It’s antique! Belonged to Louis
the fourteenth!” What else could he think of? “The couch in the lounge
room…”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo and Heero had taken each other’s hand under the table while Quatre
babbled on and on about the emotional value of his precious house and squeezed
gently. Duo slowly let his eyes travel to Trowa for
rescue, and he was relieved when he carefully interfered.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Um, Quatre… I think they got the point now.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Quatre’s
italic'> stormy ocean eyes turned to the cinnamon haired boy. By god, he was
really getting carried away by the little drama he had created. And most of it
wasn’t even true! “I should hope so!” he cried. “Everything in this house is
dear to me.” He stressed his words by making a hoop gesture with his hands.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“C‑can we at least still use the bed?” Duo asked.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre gave a little grunt that maybe could pass for indulgence. “You
can use the bed.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Thank you.”
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“To sleep.”
italic'>
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>“Quatre!”
italic'> Heero and Duo wailed in unison.
mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Trowa
italic'> sighed and leaned back against the kitchen bench. Now this was just
being a pain in the ass. “Come on, little one. You gotta
cut them some slack. It’s a holiday, they can do
whatever they want.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“We came here to relax.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“Yeah,” Trowa said, self‑evidently.
“And fucking happens to be their way of relaxing.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>And that seemed to be the final straw for Quatre to finally lose all
control, what little was left of it. His chair sharply scraped back and he
angrily strode to Trowa, his fists thumping against
His voice was high and choked with tears. “Why do you agree
with them?! I can’t go on like this, I’m overtired! Ever since we came
here I haven’t been able to sleep decently because of their incessant
screaming! And I can’t possibly come over to your room every night?”
Sure you can, style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Trowa thought. But damn, he was
surprised at how utterly upset his little friend was all of a sudden. He closed
his arms around him and – oh, that heavenly smell again. Down boy, not the
moment! – and let him sob his chagrin against his
chest. Confusing as the situation was, he savoured the moment, to cradle him
like the baby he treasured; like the man he wanted. “Hush now, Quatre,” he said
calmly, rubbing soothingly over Quatre’s warm back.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“We’re sorry, Quatre. We didn’t…” Duo started, but he didn’t finish his
sentence. Because they did. They did know they were
screaming too loud, Quatre had said so after their first night in the mansion.
And yet they had blatantly continued.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“We’re sorry,” he said finally, guiltily casting his eyes down. “But I
promise we will take care of it.”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Heero had lowered his eyes too, and he flashed his lover a sideways
glance. Take care of it? What, were they gonna stop fucking now?
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>His mind was reassured when he saw Duo winking at him.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Quatre was relieved to cry in the warm and reassuring haven of
blood pounded in his tired head and he constantly heard a strange kind of
humming. Then the pounding subdued as the flood of tears lessened, and he
realized that the humming was in fact a voice, a long plaintive groan. He
looked up and saw through bleary eyes Wufei strolling
miserably along the kitchen bench, leaning heavily against it.
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Duo and Heero had heard it too. They hadn’t noticed him entering, but
his plaintive moaning had announced his presence.
To be continued…
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>Next chapter:
Blackmail, the ultimate – and only - strategy to coax Wufei
into surrender.
Preview:
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>Somehow, those words sounded awfully familiar to Wufei.
Where did he know them from?
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>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!”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>“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?”
style='font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-bidi-font-style:
italic'>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!”