08-Oct-2000
this is for q-sama, who says 2X3 always kinda squicks her. let's hope this one doesn't.
DISCLAIMER: Sunrise, Bandai et al own GW, and I own nothing. Suing would be pointless.
WARNING: PWP, 2X3, OOC, slight language, citrus
*=empahsis
/=thoughts
Duo slowly opened the door to his room and looked up and down the hallway. /Ha! The coast is clear!/ Taking great care to move quietly, he walked down the hallway towards the bathroom.
This mission had been particularly hard on Duo. Or rather, the *off-mission* time had been hard on him. Unlike most of the safehouses they had stayed in before, in this house each pilot had his own room. However, there was only one bathroom.
After the first day, the other pilots had cornered Duo and forbidden him from taking a shower *and* washing his hair at the same time. Duo had managed to drain the entire water heater with one of his marathon 40 minute cleaning sessions. The remaining water was so cold even Heero was annoyed.
For Duo, the crowning humiliation had been when Wufei gravely handed him a shower cap. A pink one. With flowers. Duo snorted as he remembered. /Well, maybe *Quatre* would wear that. . ./ He had been reduced to taking baths. He *hated* baths; he never felt clean afterwards. /How can you be clean? You're sitting in the dirty water! UGH!/
/Wufei and Heero are off on a mission, that's two less people to use the bathroom, and dammit! I'm taking a shower!/ He closed the bathroom door behind him and sighed in relief. Duo looked around and wrinkled his nose in distaste. Five pilots, six days; the place was a sty. Everyone had their own brand of soap, their own toothpaste, combs, towels-- hell, Wufei even brought his own toilet paper.
And the hair care products! It was a given that he and Trowa would have a lot -Trowa had four kinds of holding gel *alone*- but who would have thought that *Heero* used mousse? Or that Wufei used something called 'Sir Shine-A-Lot'? It boggled the mind.
Duo closed his eyes and put all those thoughts far from his mind. He was going to have a shower! He turned the water on to warm it up, and undressed. Sighing with pleasure, he undid his braid and ran his hands through his hair. His brain chanted a happy little refrain: shower shower shower shower shower! He smiled in pure bliss.
Finally, the water reached the perfect temperature. Duo took a step towards the shower and planted his foot firmly on a forgotten sliver of Quatre's oatmeal/sandlewood bath bar. Duo's feet shot out from under him, his arms windmilled wildly, he felt himself falling, and just managed to yell "Shit!" before his head hit the wall and everything went black.
Trowa sat up in his bed with a start. What had that noise been? Had somebody yelled? He turned his head in the direction of the noise. The bathroom. /Hmm. 62% of fatal accidents occur in the bathroom./ Worried, Trowa got up to investigate, not bothering to put on any more clothes than a pair of boxers.
He opened the door to the bathroom and stopped still. A corner of his mouth twitched. The shower curtain rod had been pulled out of the wall, the curtain dangling half-in and half-out of the tub. The shower was still running, covering the floor in a fine mist. Some of Duo's hair was caught in the shower curtain rings, pulling it up and away from his head. And Duo, completely and gloriously nude Duo, was sprawled on his back, one leg draped over the edge of the tub, upper body wedged between the wall and the toilet, blinking and moaning.
Trowa looked at Duo, and his mouth twitched again. Then he laughed. At first it was a quiet chuckle, but it soon progressed to loud, full-blown laughter. Deep belly laughs that drew tears from his eyes and left him unable to stand. He leaned against the sink and continued to laugh, the increasingly annoyed expression on Duo's face drawing even more laughs from him.
Duo blinked his way back from unconsciousness, only to find Trowa laughing at him. His eyes narrowed in anger. /Oh, sure, it's too much trouble for him to have a *conversation* with me, but when it comes to mocking me. . ./ Muttering to himself, Duo managed to get back up on his feet. He took a step towards Trowa, only to be yanked back by his hair.
"OW! What the hell?!" He turned to see what his hair was caught on, but only succeeded in twisting it up further. "God *damn* it!" He heard Trowa snickering behind him.
Duo turned back around, an angry gleam in his eyes. "Look, Clown Boy, if you think you could stop laughing for a minute and *help* me. . .oh, just forget it!" He crossed his arms and glared.
Trowa straightened and wiped the tears from his eyes. He reached over and turned off the shower while considering the problem. Because of the way the curtain rod was wedged, and the way the bathroom was shaped, it would be virtually impossible to get *behind* Duo to untangle his hair. /Hmm. I guess I'll just have to stand in front of him and sort of. . .stretch. Shouldn't be a problem./
He walked over to Duo, and started working on the tangled hair, trying to release it without hurting Duo. This put the taller boy's neck directly in line with Duo's face. Duo looked at Trowa's neck, and his mouth stretched wide in an evil grin. He had just thought of the perfect revenge for the laughter. /He likes it when I make him laugh, does he? Let's see how much he likes it when I make him do *other* things./
Without warning, Duo leaned in and bit Trowa's neck, hard, just under the jaw. Trowa's eyes widened as he felt Duo's tongue slowly trace the bite mark, and then slide up the side of his face to outline his ear. Trowa's breathing quickened as Duo blew gently across his ear, and then began nuzzling his way back down Trowa's neck, coming to nestle in the hollow above the collarbone, nipping and sucking.
Trowa felt his whole body flush with heated desire as Duo continued his explorations of Trowa's throat and shoulder. /My. . .God! What's Duo *doing*? So. . .GOOD!/ He gasped and tilted his head, looking down at Duo through heavy-lidded eyes. He caught the faintest glimpse of mischief before Duo moved his head even lower, licking a languid trail to Trowa's nipple.
Trowa gasped and closed his eyes as Duo bit lightly and began sucking, pebbling the nipple with quick flicks of his tongue. /So Duo thinks this will be his revenge, huh? Well, sunshine, you should *never* mess with an ex-mercenary./ With that thought in mind, Trowa dropped his hands from the hair and raked his nails down Duo's back, before grabbing Duo's ass and jerking him forward, hard. Both boys moaned as their erections met. Trowa ground his hips into Duo's, the cloth of his boxers creating a friction that slowly drove Duo wild.
Duo moaned and bit down fiercly, Trowa jerked and moaned as well. Duo scraped his teeth back up Trowa's neck, blindly seeking his mouth. Trowa tilted his head and put his open mouth on Duo's; tongues met and tangled, sparring. Trowa moved one hand to Duo's head, holding it still as he deepened this kiss, bruising both their lips. His hips never stopped their rapid movements.
Suddenly, Trowa pulled completely away. Duo hissed in frustration and took a step to reclaim Trowa's lips, but he was jerked to a halt by his tangled hair. He moaned deep in his throat as Trowa trailed a finger lightly down his chest, not nearly enough pressure to satisfy him. He whimpered as Trowa once again stepped away. His eyes narrowed as he saw the laughter in Trowa's eyes. /He's just teasing me! Well, I don't care. He can't leave me. . .he has to. . .please/ "Oh, God, Trowa," he moaned, his voice thick with desire, "Please finish it, don't stop, don't stop, PLEASE!"
Trowa's eyes darkened at the passion in Duo's pleas. He grabbed Duo's straining erection, and squeezed before slowly sliding his hand up and down, around and behind the hard length. Duo's hips jerked, trying to gain an even greater friction. Trowa removed his boxers and glanced around the bathroom. Seeing an open jar of pommade on the sink, he stuck his free hand in the jar, coating his fingers.
Duo moaned once more, the heat, the desire spiraling from his groin throughout his entire body. His breath quickened to short pants when Trowa took his lubed fingers and unexpectedly thrust them into his own ass. Duo had never seen anything as sexy; Trowa's head thrown back, his mouth open, breath coming in quick pants and moans, stretching himself, pleasuring himself; his other hand never letting go of Duo. Duo groaned; he felt his erection turn rock-hard and dripping.
Suddenly Trowa removed both his hands and turned around, bracing his arms against the sink. Duo needed no further encouragment; putting his hands on Trowa's hips, he thrust inside, seating himself completely. Duo cried aloud; the heat, the tightness, it was too good, too good. He began thrusting, quickly losing himself in the feel of Trowa closed tightly around him.
A few strokes and he found the correct angle, hitting the spot deep within Trowa with each hard thrust. Trowa's head tossed and twisted with each stroke, moans turning to screams as Duo thrusted harder, faster, harder. Duo's hand reached around and grabbed Trowa's neglected erection, and began pumping, stroking. Trowa was lost, his vision clouded and white-hot pleasure soared through his body until he exploded into oblivion, drowning in a sea of pleasure. He arched his back and screamed "QUATRE!!" before all conscious thought drained from his body.
Duo's eyes widened in shock, but it was too late; three more strokes and he followed Trowa; his body felt electric with pleasure and sensation as he flooded Trowa with his hot essence. He pulled away and slid down the wall, shock and hurt warring in his expression. Trowa pushed away from the sink and sat on the floor, turning to face Duo. He was laughing again, quiet happy chuckles.
"God damn it!" Duo yelled, pointing a shaking finger at Trowa. "You yelled that on *purpose*, didn't you? What kind of sick . . ." He stopped in mid-rant as the bathroom door opened, revealing a very worried-looking Quatre. "Is everything okay? I thought I heard someone shout my. . ."
His voice trailed away as he took in the condition of the bathroom. Water all over the floor, shower destroyed, Duo and Trowa naked, Duo's hair caught on the curtain rod, what looked like a large clump of. . .sperm sliding down the bathroom mirror. He stared at Duo, and Duo stared at him. Finally Duo spoke. "What?" he said, shrugging his shoulders. "You've never had a bad hair day?"
Trowa began giggling again.
END END END
that's it. what did you think?
the destroyed bathroom reminds me of an airplane fic i read recently, but nothing else does, so i don't think i'm stealing. hey, q-sama, how was *that*?
hyuy
just wondering
(:./hyuy/badhair)
