Feb 13, 2005
Pairings: 4x2
Warnings: Dark, lemon, I guess one could argue my seme Quatre is a wee bit OOC
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Kind of inspired from Shoori and Aoe's Gundam Wing Email fic that can be found on their livejournals. In that fic there are a series of emails among the pilots. One describes a bit of angry sex between Quatre and Duo. While I don't use the same argument that brought that on, I opted for a sense that it's something they repeatedly do. Written from Quatre's POV mostly.
"Usotsuki" means Liar.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to a bunch of folks but I'm not among them. This is written for entertainment purposes and not for any profit.
Liar. He's nothing but a liar and I fall for the lies. I fall for it every single time. This was the darkness that he doesn't allow others to see. Just me. I've never figured out why I get to be privy to his duplicity. Not true. I do know why.
Our bodies are covered in sweat and blood and he had the nerve to try and look submissive. The day he's truly submissive is the day that Wufei will put on a dress and start calling himself Shirley, but there he lays panting and blushing and spreading his legs for me.
I am not feeling generous at the moment I'm afraid. He whined and breathlessly moaned out a 'please'. I knew what he wanted. I refused to give it to him. I hated manipulation and he knew it.
"Quatre, please," he said to me, his hips rubbing frantically into mine. Any other time I would take the hint, but I'm still mad. Mad enough to hurt him, so rather than do that I stop.
"No," I gritted out as I tried to pull away.
"What?" he decided to taunt, "Not man enough to finish?"
My blood boiled and I wanted to hit him again. That's what started this in the first place. He did something that pissed me off and while I'm usually pretty calm and rational in an argument, he … pushed my buttons. He's very good at that. He knew all my weak points and what things would make me lose control. And he played me.
Next thing I knew we were brawling like drunks in a bar. Fists flew, tempers rose. And as usual he gave me that look that made me not want to put my fist in his mouth but rather I wanted my dick there instead.
Thankfully none of the others have witnessed these explosive confrontations. I think if they did they would be surprised by my actions.
"Why don't you do something useful with that mouth of yours, and I'll see if I feel like granting your wish," I retorted.
He laughed. "Why didn't you just say so in the first place Quatre?" He flipped me on my back on the floor, sliding down to take me in his mouth.
I felt my anger start to ebb away. He was a master of the blowjob. I've never figured out how he does that thing with his tongue, but I found myself giving over to the pleasure I was receiving. I was so close to falling over into oblivion. I stopped him before he could finish me by yanking hard on his braid.
"Ow! Dammit that hurt!" he cursed me.
"Shut up and get up here," I ordered. He obeyed because he's playing the good little bottom. Liar.
I reached for the lube I know he always carries. I quickly stroked myself then looked up at him expectantly.
"What? No Prep?" Duo asked. He almost sounded horrified, but I knew he wasn't. He liked it rough. Actually he probably would have preferred I didn't use lube at all, but I'm not crazy and it's not so pleasant without it.
I did my best imitation of a Heero Yuy type glare and he laughed before positioning himself.
He slid down slowly and carefully. Once seated to his satisfaction, he began to move over me. He looked at me with an odd expression. I tried not to laugh. I know all about that look. He wanted to have his hair loose and flowing about him. He thinks that made him look sexy. Maybe it does, but I don't like so much hair in the way, so I always make him keep the braid in tact.
But I choose to reward him for moving so nicely by taking the end of his braid and teasing his cock a little. He hissed and bucked a little harder. I moved the braid end higher and teased his nipples, eliciting a moan.
This was nice but it's a little too gentle for my tastes. Honestly this started out as angry sex, someone should have some rug burns and it's not going to be me. I turned us over and started a more rigorous pace.
He sighed and muttered "It's about time."
I smiled and slammed into him as hard as I could. I held his hips up higher angling deeper. The only parts of him still on the floor are his head and shoulders. As I pound into him I can hear the skin on his shoulders squeak in protest against the hardwood floor. I see his hand trying to reach down to touch himself. But he won't. He will wait for me to tell him it is okay.
I continue to pound into him for a little bit more before consenting. "You expect me to do all the work, Duo? Finish yourself," I huffed out.
He didn't have to be told twice, he reached down and jerked himself trying to bring himself to completion yet also trying to hold off until I climaxed. Well I had no patience for that game at this point, I aimed directly for the prostrate that I had only been glancing against.
It was his undoing and soon he yelled, coming hard. I debated if I should let myself go now or see if I could continue this until he got hard again. I did that once to him after a really grueling argument. I reasoned out this argument wasn't that bad so soon I let his clutching body take me to that bliss one generally seeks.
There is no warm fuzzy afterglow. I pulled out of him and sat a bit away from him. This was the moment I hate more than anything. This was the moment the guilt started to set in.
I'm Quatre Raberba Winner. I'm a successful businessman, a former Gundam pilot. I'm thought of as the one everyone goes to with their problems because I'm good at making suggestions and solving problems. My lone dark moments were when Zero system took me over and I destroyed part of a colony, and tried to kill my best friend. I don't give in to anger. I try to sidestep it or reason it all away.
Yet, Duo Maxwell who is also a former Gundam pilot, a successful junk dealer and part time worker for the organization known as The Preventers, with a mere word or two can make me completely lose my cool. He lived for those moments when he can take the rich boy down a peg or two by bringing him back to those dark moments in time.
He was not my lover. Lover would indicate that deeper feelings are involved. Some are. He was my friend and I care about him. Tomorrow we will chat like the old friends we are and nothing of this night will be mentioned.
"Dammit Quatre, are you moping already?" Duo asked softly. "I do this to help you. You can't always hold the anger in. You can't pretend to be perfect."
"I never professed to being perfect, Duo."
"No, but you try to be anyway. And that is nothing but a big fat lie. You are allowed to be a prick. You are allowed to be mean and petty. You are allowed to be," Duo said, as he rubbed his shoulders which looked an angry red.
I moved over closer to lightly touch the reddened skin. "I'm sor-"
"Don't apologize. You felt good didn't you?"
"Yes."
"So did I. No apology is needed," he said as he slowly got up from the floor. "A nap and some food later will be needed, but nothing else." He grinned.
I also rose from the floor ignoring my skinned knees. "How about a shower for now and we'll work on the rest later?"
"Works for me," he smirked.
I shook my head as we both staggered away like punch drunk fighters leaving the ring. I call him a liar, but I guess I have to admit I'm a liar too.
Owari
(:./babaca/usotsuki)
