22-Sep-2000
emily, i am returning you muse, bob. he was *no* help at all. ::glares at bob:: all he would do was PWPs; i think just to frighten me. so, take him back!
BOB<shaking> it was horrible, horrible!!
BTW, it *is* 4x2, trust me.
Disclaimer: Sunrise, Bandai et al own GW, and I own nothing. Suing would be pointless.
Warning: yaoi, PWP, citrus, slight language and OOC
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/=thoughts
Duo was lying on his bed, reading a manga, when Quatre peeked in through the half-open door. Running nervous hands through his blond hair, he thought, /I can do this, I know I can./ Resolve stiffening his spine, he walked into the room, giving a small cough to let Duo know he was there.
Duo glanced up briefly from his magna. "Hey, Q-man! What's shaking?"
"Um, well, I have a kind of... problem, and I was hoping you could help me."
Duo turned to look at Quatre more closely. There had been a note of anxiety in his tone that Duo didn't usually associate with the confident Arabian. /Hmm. He can't even look at me. And he's *blushing*. Must be pretty embarrassing./
Duo sat up to give Quatre his full attention. "Sure, buddy. You know I'm always here for you."
Quatre's blush deepened, and then surprisingly he turned to close and lock the door. When he turned back to Duo his expression was sheepish. "I *know* everyone else is out on a mission, but still... I mean, this is personal. And confidential."
Duo raised an eyebrow. /Well, *this* could be interesting./ He patted the bed next to him, indicating that Quatre should sit by him.
Quatre blushed an even deeper red. "Um, this is going to be hard enough without... um, I think I'll do this from here."
Duo opened his mouth to speak, but Quatre raised his hand to silence him. "No, let me say this all at once. Don't interrupt." He coughed, laced his hands in front of him, and began speaking to a spot about six inches over Duo's left shoulder.
"I've known for quite a while, ever since I was small really, that I liked guys. Um, sexually-speaking, I mean." He shot a quick glance at Duo to make sure he understood; Duo nodded, a little stunned.
"Anyway, recently I've, um, come to like a *specific* guy. Another pilot." Duo's hopes rose briefly only to be quashed by Quatre's next words. "Trowa. I like Trowa, I really do!" He giggled. "I like him and I *want* him! He's so strong and handsome! Those green eyes and that gymnast's body, and my God! His as--"
"All right, already," Duo interrupted, a little disgruntled. "Trowa's a pagan god! Now what's your problem, and how can I help you?"
Though hardly possible, Quatre looked even more embarrassed. "Well, I have all those sisters you know, and they were very protective of their baby brother, and then I spent a lot helping build Sandrock, and now I'm on missions all the time, and, well, ~~~~~~~~"
"What?"
"~~~ ~~~~~~"
"Quatre, I can't help you if you don't tell me the problem."
"I'm a virgin, okay? I'm a virgin and I don't know what to do and I want you to teach me."
Duo stared at Quatre, mouth open in shock. /Oh, I did *not* just hear that./ He said, "Let me make sure I understand you. You want me to teach you how to... attract Trowa?"
Quatre shook his head, looking very young and impossibly earnest. "No, no! I want you to teach me how to *seduce* him."
Duo sat very still for a moment, thinking. /Okay, the boy I have a crush on wants me to teach him how to seduce one of my best friends. That is *so* sick and twisted./ He smiled, a huge, predatory grin. "Q, my man, I think I can help you."
Quatre sighed in relief. /I thought it would be *much* harder to convince him. Good./ He looked at Duo, uncertain of what to do next.
Duo smiled and patted the bed. "Here. Come sit by me. We'll start with the easy stuff."
Quatre walked over and sat down, somewhat self-conscious. Duo frowned at him. "Nope. This isn't right. Hmm. Okay, sit on the floor, and lean against the bed. We'll pretend we're sitting on the couch, watching a video. You be Quatre, and I'll be Trowa."
Quatre giggled as he moved to the floor. "Well, who *else* would I be?"
"I'm the teacher here. You'll be who I say you are."
Quatre giggled again.
"Quiet, you! School's about to start at the Maxwell College of Love. Lesson one: the Heated Glance."
"The 'heated glance'?" Quatre sounded skeptical.
"Trust me, it never fails. You kinda... look at the person out of the corner of your eye, with your head tilted. Through the lashes. Then you think hot thoughts. See? Like this." He demonstrated, his eyes dark with suppressed passion, and Quatre felt his heart stop in his chest, before starting again to beat twice as quickly as before. He felt a wave of heat roll through him. His mouth dropped open, and he unconsciously licked his lips.
Duo smiled to himself. /Oh, this is going to be *too* easy!/ He reached over and put his hand on Quatre's cheek, his thumb brushing along the cheekbone. He slowly pulled Quatre's head closer to his. "Lesson two: Caress and Move In."
Quatre swallowed hard, his eyes wide. Duo moved even closer, until their noses almost touched. He could feel Quatre's rapid breaths skimming across his skin. He tightened his grip on the blond head and whispered, "Lesson three: the Kiss."
Duo's eyes drifted shut as his lips met Quatre's. /Oh God, so long! I've waited for this *so long*!/ His tongue traced Quatre's lips, gently demanding entrance. Quatre made a sound; half moan and half gasp, and Duo took ruthless advantage, his tongue slipping inside to explore the heated recesses of Quatre's mouth.
Tongues slid against each other, twisting, battling for supremacy. Duo nibbled lightly at Quatre's lower lip, eliciting another low moan. Duo deepened the kiss; harder, fiercer, almost bruising, before abruptly pulling away. He and Quatre stared at each other, their breathing rapid, erratic.
Duo smiled shakily, never breaking eye contact. He whispered hoarsely, "There. Now *you* try it."
Quatre's eye lit up with a most un-innocent gleam. He smiled, and Duo gasped at his raw, sexual presence. /Damn! Quatre looks like a wet dream walking!/ He was about to speak, but Quatre spoke first, his voice low and husky. "Okay. Lesson three: the Kiss."
That was all the warning Duo had before Quatre launched himself at Duo, knocking the braided pilot to the floor. Duo's muffled "Meeep!" was swallowed by Quatre's busy mouth, as their tongues tangled again in a brutal kiss.
Duo was dizzy, drunk on sensation and desire. /Is this real? Oh God, please *please* let it be real!/ His hands rose blindly to Quatre's hair, pulling him closer. Quatre growled and slapped his hands down, pinning Duo to the floor.
Duo was startled, but any protest he might have made was stopped by the feel of Quatre's open mouth and tongue dragging along his neck, slowly, wetly. Duo moaned, twisting beneath Quatre, who turned his head and bit fiercely at Duo's shoulder, drawing blood. Duo hissed and pulled away, but Quatre grabbed his hair and slammed Duo's head against the floor, rattling his teeth.
Duo opened his mouth to protest, and Quatre claimed it again, forcing his tongue into Duo's moist heat. His kiss demanded Duo's surrender; Duo could taste blood where his lips had been pressed against his teeth. He moaned under the onslaught and melted against Quatre.
Quatre pulled away and smiled ferally, licking blood from the corner of his mouth. Still holding Duo's hair, he leaned forward, flicking his tongue into Duo's ear. "Hard and fast, Duo. Let's do it that way, okay? Hard and fast."
Duo jerked and moaned, random thoughts flashing by. /Oh God so good more... please... where did he... how... my college... oh God oh God/ "JESUS!" A scream was ripped from Duo as Quatre bit his nipple through his shirt and ground their straining erections together at the same time.
Duo arched into Quatre, grinding shamelessly, straining for greater friction, more pressure. Quatre shoved one hand under Duo's shirt, nails raking skin, raising welts. He put his other hand on Duo's chin and pushed, forcing Duo's neck into an almost painful arch. Quatre dragged himself across Duo and sharply bit his exposed throat, staking a claim.
"Quatre!" Duo's voice tore from him, clogged with need. Quatre grabbed the collar of Duo's shirt and pulled, ripping it down the middle. His mouth took advantage of the creamy flesh, sucking and biting, licking and tasting. Duo's vision began to cloud with pain and pleasure as Quatre lifted his hips and thrusted his cloth-covered erection brutally into Duo's, over and over.
Duo's heart caught in his chest and his breath stuttered. He jerked his hips upwards, meeting each of Quatre's thrusts. His head tossed wildly as waves of pleasure soared through him, bringing him closer and closer to oblivion.
"Oh, please Quatre! I want... I need... I need please PLEASE!" His wanton pleas ended on a scream as Quatre stopped his thrusting to reach between their bodies and squeeze Duo's hard length. Moving quickly, Quatre removed both their pants, leaning in to place a hard bite at the base of Duo's erection. Duo screamed again and arched blindly upwards.
Quatre grabbed Duo's legs and put them over his shoulders. He held on to Duo's hips, and without warning or preparation thrust into Duo, seating himself to the hilt.
Duo screamed in earnest this time, but the red-hot pain quickly dissolved into a blinding haze of pleasure as Quatre resumed his thrusts, each one forcefully striking the sweet spot deep within Duo.
Duo's hands grasped Quatre's shoulders wih bruising force. Each of Quatre's hard strokes rocked him along the floor. Duo could feel ultimate pleasure overtaking him, overwhelming him, until he reached the edge and exploded over it, his essence covering both their chests.
Two, three, four more strokes and Quatre followed, screaming a wordless cry of triumph. He collapsed across Duo's chest, breathing heavily.
A long moment later, Duo managed to raise a shaky hand to caress Quatre's cheek. "God, Quatre, you're my best student ever. A+."
Quatre turned his head so he could look at Duo. "Ah, but Teacher, I lied on the admission form. I wasn't a virgin, and Trowa *wasn't* the one I was after."
He giggled at the expression on Duo's face, and leaned in for another kiss.
END END END
that's it. what did you think?
see? told you it was a 4x2. ::giggle:: evil little quatre!
(:./hyuy/college)
