Never Forget

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its related characters. If I did, the series would be chock-full of tasty shounen ai goodness

 

Chapter Four: Ring Around the Roses

Heero raised his head quickly and Quatre was soon caught in the full-fledged stare of intense blue eyes. Past and present, reality and memory, seemed to blur for the briefest instant and it was not at all difficult for Quatre to see compelling amethyst eyes in place of sapphire. The rest was as simple as acting on instinct.

 

Quatre leaned over and pressed a kiss against Heero's lips.

 

Prussian eyes widened in shock and Quatre realized his mistake. He pulled back as quickly as he leaned in, one scratched and imperfect hand against his parted lips.

 

Heero stood up fully, but did not step back. "Quatre... why...?"

 

Dammit! Dammit! Quatre swore to himself. What the hell was that?! He's not Duo! He'll never be Duo! I thought I was over this already! He WILL be Duo's. He WILL! How many more sins will I commit in trying to satisfy Duo? Blasphemy! How can I even... no, no! Duo's all that's important! Duo! No one else!

 

The Japanese boy misinterpreted the Arabian's quiet and upset demeanor, thinking that the other boy was angry at himself for showing his feelings. He struggled with his own emotions and feelings for a long moment while Quatre sat stiffly on the bed.

 

"I'm not angry at you," he said finally.

 

Aquamarine eyes swung up to Heero, something unknown and indescribable lurking in their bright depths.

 

"Are... are you sure, Heero?" Quatre asked, a tremor in his voice. In his mind, Quatre was screaming with joy. His sin had been turned into serendipity. His mind worked even faster than normal to exploit the new turn of events. His critical marine eyes judged Heero's position, his actions, his words, his emotions. Everything seemed fortuitous.

 

Heero took a long time to answer.

 

"Yes. I'm sure. I'm not angry at you."

 

"So... you don't mind that I kissed you?" Innocent bat of eyelashes. Quavering voice. Stoop shoulders... seem afraid to ask.

 

"No." And of his own accord, Heero added, "It was nice."

 

"Really?"

 

"Hn."

 

"I like you, Heero. Do you like me, Heero?"

 

There was tense silence as Heero pondered the question, testing his own emotional waters. Quatre held his breath. It was all on the line now. If Heero rejected him, the mission would be a failure. He would be failure. He would fail at giving Duo the best gift in the world. No! He couldn't fail! He couldn't!

 

Heero opened his mouth.

 

"Aa."

 

True happiness suffused Quatre's face and he launched himself at the other boy. His lips met Heero's unerringly and he pressed a deep kiss against them, working and moving. They softened imperceptibly and Quatre continued his assault until he broke through the Japanese boy's defenses. His agile tongue slipped in, ravishing Heero's thoroughly. There was only token resistance and from the way Heero's hands were moving across his back and waist, dipping occasionally to his hip, Quatre knew he had won. The need for oxygen forced the two boys apart and before Quatre could capture his lips again, the other boy managed to speak.

 

"Quatre... what are you doing?" Heero gasped.

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Quatre remembered a time not-so-long-ago when Duo had posed the same question to him. It had been autumn and the air had been filled with the reds and oranges and golden yellows of leaves changing their colors. They were irreversibly changed, falling from heaven, but all the more beautiful as they slid gracefully through the sky. The two boys -- friends only now, since Duo had ended the relationship in early summer -- were walking through the park, idly licking at ice cream cones before the weather turned too bitter to enjoy them.

 

Duo took a long swipe of his chocolate cone and licked his lips. "Quatre... what are you doing?"

 

The blonde, in the midst of lapping at his strawberry treat, startled badly at the unforeseen question. Had Duo caught him admiring his beautiful face? Did he notice the sheer reverence and adoration that poured from his veins as he basked in Duo's presence? Was Duo aware of how much Quatre loved him? Of what he was giving up to allow Duo his own -- different -- happiness? His hand jerked, smearing his nose with pink ice cream. The braided boy laughed, which brought joy to the embarrassed (and wary) Quatre. Then, holding his chocolate cone away from any hazards, Duo leaned forward and licked the offending ice cream off.

 

Quatre's breath caught at the familiar touch.

 

Duo licked his lips again. "Tastes good," he murmured, then started licking his chocolate cone again, overwhelming the taste of strawberry.

 

"Duo..." Quatre breathed.

 

Violet eyes glanced at him before turning to the cloud-littered blue sky. "Sorry! Sorry, Q-babe! Just friends now, right? I didn't mean to do that but you looked so cute!"

 

"It's all right, Duo."

 

"Ya sure?"

 

"Of course."

 

Duo broke into a happy grin and continued to lick his cone. Quatre took a hesitant taste of his own before he asked: "What did you mean?"

 

Violet eyes blinked. "Huh?"

 

"You asked me what I was doing. What did you mean?"

 

Those violet eyes lost a good portion of their cheer and took a thoughtful cast. Quatre immediately berated himself for causing Duo any sort of pain.

 

"I don't know what I meant," Duo answered finally. Quatre said nothing. He knew Duo well enough to know a segue into a long monologue when he heard one. He was not disappointed. Of course. Duo could never disappoint him.

 

"I mean... it's a silly question to ask, isn't it? We've been friends for years... more than that, really, when ya think about it. I suppose I'm in one of my weird moods again. Here we are walking through an ordinary park on Earth, eating ice cream. Think of it! Three years ago, we were too buried in blood and war to even think that there could be a time when we could just walk the Earth like normal people, and not be hunted down by OZ or Romafeller or even the Federation. Hell, even the Colonies turned against us! Now look at us! You're Quatre Raberba Winner, President and CEO of Winner Enterprises, Incorporated. Everyone in the Earth Sphere knows who you are! And if I'm not mistaken, you were just voted as GQ's Most Eligible Bachelor. If they only knew, huh?"

 

Duo laughed, a happy uplifting sound that made Quatre's soul rise and bob in response. That carefree laughter did more for his self-esteem than Duo's recounting of his accomplishments.

 

"Well, what about you, Duo? You've done good things, too. Even though you've been trying to do everything anonymously, I know that you're the one behind all the war orphans movements. All the shelters and orphanages that popped up on L2 and in other colonies? I know that you've been funding them from all those assets you hacked out of OZ and Romafeller." Quatre took another lick of his ice cream and looked slyly at Duo. "And if I'm not mistaken, you're ranked number two on that GQ Most Eligible Bachelor list."

 

There was a noticeable flush across Duo's cheeks. "Ah... well, it's not like I could've spent all that money all by myself. I figured that those kids could use it better than me. Rob from the rich and give to the poor, and all that jazz."

 

"You don't have to be so embarrassed, Duo. I understand why you'd want to do everything under the table. There are some days when I wish that I could just drop out of the public radar so easily."

 

"That's the curse of being the enormously popular, wildly successful, definitely single and drop-dead-gorgeous Winner heir, isn't it?"

 

"Duo, don't flatter me."

 

"Who's flattering? Anyway, I don't know how you manage to do all that stuff with WEI and being a social butterfly AND manage to work for the Preventers, too. It's all I can do keep up with all that Preventers paperwork!"

 

"Well, you know me, Duo. If I didn't get to raid a couple drug runners or storm a political miscreant every once in a while, I'd go crazy and gun down my Board of Trustees."

 

Quatre shot Duo a careful look from beneath his blonde bangs. The American returned the look, raising an eyebrow, and both boys broke out into laughter. Out under the sunny Indian summer blue sky with fluffy white clouds rolling through it, it seemed as if everything was the same as it always was. It was as if the days had stopped and all Quatre could really recall from that day was how right it felt to be with Duo at that moment. And then the moment was gone forever, like the laughter that had been carried by the idle wind. Duo tossed the remains of his chocolate cone into his mouth, crunching noisily. Quatre watched, still trying to catch his breath after the full minute of laughter. He raised a hand automatically, wiping away the smear of chocolate from the corner of Duo's full lips. Duo sighed under his touch, closing his eyes. When he opened them again, the life was not gone from them, but shone clearly. He wrapped his arm absently around Quatre's waist.

 

"So... what are we doing, Quatre?"

 

The blonde took a slow lick of his strawberry ice cream. He reveled in the feel of the braided boy's body flush against his side. He raised his free arm over Duo's slim shoulders and tucked the American closer against his body. There was only one answer he could give.

 

"We're living, Duo."

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"What am I doing, Heero? Now why would you ask a silly question like that?"

 

"Quatre--"

 

Quatre lowered his lips to Heero's quickly, swallowing any words of complaint the other boy could have made. He eagerly took in those stifled negations, working them and molding them into wordless moans of pleasure instead. He turned every "no" into a "yes"... every "don’t" into a "please"... every "stop" into a "more." He pinned the other boy’s arms down to the bed, thus removing him of any way to push the blonde away. When Quatre was sure that the other would not be thinking correctly, he lifted his mouth from Heero's and licked his lips to catch the lingering taste of the other boy.

 

"Just feel, Heero. Feel."

 

He lowered his head again.

 

Heero's words dissolved into incoherent gasps.

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"Duo? What are you - AH! - what... Duo... what... aaahhh... what are you doing...?"

Duo lifted his tousled chestnut head from Quatre's chest, flashing violet eyes at him. He lowered his head marginally to take a quick swipe at Quatre's erect nipple, smiling at the incoherent moan he gained from the other boy.

 

"What am I doing, Quatre? Now why would you ask a silly question like that?"

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Quatre lifted his golden head from the Japanese boy's chest, taking the chance to nuzzle against the exposed neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses from jaw to eye and back again. He continued his explorations leisurely, allowing his hands to explore the new playground of the boy's body. The normally-in-control body writhed beneath him, too lost in the wealth of new experiences and pleasure to do anything but react to Quatre's experienced touch. The blonde continued to tease and taste. The Perfect Soldier snarled, yanking Quatre up by his golden blonde hair to force a scorching kiss against his lips.

 

Quatre leaned into the kiss, opening his mouth eagerly, accepting any movements on the other boy's part. He lay sprawled across the expanse of the other's bare chest, one hand tangled in messy brown locks, the other yanking at the zipper of his jeans. Insanely strong arms trapped him against that chest, one darkly tanned hand still fisted in golden blonde hair. Quatre could feel the Japanese boy thrusting haphazardly against him, could feel the other's hard length pressed against the flat of his pale stomach.

 

So good... it was so good...

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It was so good.

 

That was the only thought that flooded Quatre's mind as he allowed Duo's mouth to trace a trail from his jaw to his chest, pausing occasionally to suck and nip and bite. Vague thoughts ran through Quatre's mind at this moment, most unintelligible and half-formed. They ran along general lines of "good" and "more" and "yes"... simple thoughts that broke free of their restraints and made their way past his lips, carried on panting breaths. It was his first time. Their first time. Quatre wondered how he could have been so innocent of something that felt so good. Then there was wetness and pressure on the side of his neck, then a familiar breath blew softly across the surface, causing a spasm of pleasure to jolt through him. His thoughts were unraveling now. So difficult to concentrate on anything but the violet-eyed boy who was delighting in teasing him.

 

He was losing control.

 

Duo was the one who was making him lose control.

 

Quatre snarled in a feral way, fisting his hand through chestnut strands. He hauled Duo up, ignoring a stifled yelp of pleasure and pain from the other boy. He captured Duo's lips in a fierce kiss, refusing to allow the American to free himself from his grip. His arms raised like a steel trap and utilizing the strength hidden in his slim frame, Quatre flipped the both of them over. From his new position straddled across Duo, he continued his plunder of the violet-eyed boy.

 

Duo moaned beneath him, arching into his touch. Violet eyes twisted shut in rapture and that delectable mouth was the one that was babbling now. Words poured forth, erotic moans and trying whimpers. Whispered exultation. "... Quatre... god!... oh god!... Quatre... god!... ooooohhhh... Quatre... Quatre... oh god...!"

 

He was doing this to Duo. He was the one who was able to draw such beautiful sounds of pleasure and ecstasy from the braided boy. This was power. This was control. This was what he craved. A god? Was he a god? Duo's? No... Duo was his god. Quatre plundered Duo's mouth repeatedly, not allowing any shuttered moan or gasp or cry to escape from his grasp.

 

It felt so good.

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Heero reached again, trying to flip the two of them over. Quatre acted quickly, adjusting his weight so he straddled the other boy. The Japanese boy moaned in frustration as Quatre ground his hips against Heero's.

 

"No, no, no, Heero. My bed... my rules."

 

One spare moment of clarity pierced through the fog of lust and desire in the Japanese boy's mind. "... but... Duo...?"

 

He managed to turn the one name into a question of depth and meaning, and the one name was almost enough to drive Quatre to his knees and back away screaming. He didn't want to think about that. He didn't want to think at all. He didn't. He didn't. He COULDN'T be reminded of Duo right now or he'd never be able to continue. The line between love and hate was far too thin and Quatre's couldn't afford to cross it at just this moment. Not when he had the Japanese boy beneath him. Not when he wanted the American one to be there instead. Gritting his teeth, the blonde ran his hands down the other boy's body instead, blunt nails raking down sensitized skin.

 

"Duo's not here," he said succinctly.

 

Quatre bent his head to Heero's chest again, pausing just above the border of Heero's unzipped jeans.

 

Heero sobbed and gasped, the question and answer forgotten.

 

No, Quatre thought as he lapped at bronzed skin (so different from creamy pale), Duo's not here. He'll never be here again.

 

Worn denim hit the floor, followed shortly by a tattered pair of cutoffs, joining the crushed green tank top lying discarded and alone.

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On the floor, the scattered remains of two sets of clothing lay in haphazard piles. A purple vest... a black jacket... a pink dress shirt... a white undershirt... a pair of khakis... worn black pants... two pairs of boxers, one blue, one black.

 

On the bed, two figures writhed, young bodies glistening with the sheer of sweat under the faint outline of the reddish setting sun. There were no words between them except for pleaded entreaties for "more" and "faster" and "harder."

 

Each request was hurriedly complied with.

 

Perhaps, if one looked through the haze of the room, in the dim light of the dying sun and past the cloud of sex that filled the four walls, one could make out the blurred figure of tousled golden blonde bangs hovering over chestnut. Aquamarine eyes which bore into amethyst. One slim body that thrust into another, hoping to reach salvation.

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Quatre took his time with his seduction of Heero, teasing and tasting and giving just enough to drive the other boy to the point of insanity, but not enough to push him over the edge. At least, not any more. His mouth had already been filled by Heero's strong essence and Quatre thought it only fitting to press his lips against Heero's to offer the other boy a taste of himself. Heero's response had been better than expected -- he had been nearly overwhelmed by the sensation -- trying to force his own tongue into Quatre's as if his could devour the blonde.

 

No. No. Devouring was Quatre's job.

 

And he was so very good at it.

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Duo was not a quiet lover at all, but that was to be expected. Every sound his Duo made was to be treasured, loved, and hoarded away for his own private amusements. It seemed that all they were was a tangle of arms and legs and lips and chests and cocks. They didn't stop moving, didn't stop touching, didn't stop feeling each other. It was as if this frantic coupling were spurred on by some deeper, more basic drive besides need and want and sex.

 

It was about life. It was about living. And Quatre would have willingly died in Duo's sweaty, straining arms, if it didn't mean that he wouldn't be able to do this with him again.

 

Somewhere along the line, Quatre had wrapped his hand around Duo's disheveled braid, as if it was his only lifeline to reality. But, it wasn't reality. This was reality. Being here... here, buried deep into Duo's heat... here, with his tongue in the other boy's mouth... here, with his free hand stroking Duo's own member like silk on steel. Here... HERE was where he wanted to be.

 

And Duo wanted to be here, too. His presence demanded it. His presence accepted it. Duo wanted to be here, with him. He did. He did. He didn't want Quatre to leave, either. He didn't want to be left bereft and alone, ostracized and outcast from the world. Here, in Quatre's bed was where Duo wanted to be.

 

It was where he BELONGED.

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The heat between the two young men tangled together on the bed was almost unbearable. But, like many things in life, it was a good kind of pain. Sunburned and scratched hands exploited every available surface and erogenous zone they could find on the willing and amazingly responsive tanned body below them. With a vague sort of distraction, Quatre realized that the bottle of scented oil that had shattered on the bedroom floor would leave a stain. But then thoughts disappeared as Quatre took his partner's heated length in his slick hands, coaxing a choked scream from the Japanese boy. As Heero's hands alternately clutched at Quatre's shoulders and the bed sheets, the Arabian prepped himself under the heavy Prussian gaze. He could even feel equally slick hands helping him clumsily, could feel the insistent press of the other's cock against his entrance. Finally, realizing that he had taken far too long in his ministrations, Quatre levered himself to his knees, guiding that turgid length deep inside of him.

 

Quatre growled deep in his throat, the sound rumbling and resounding through his chest like some sort of trapped animal waiting to be set free. He reigned it in, pushing himself farther down into other boy's lap, impaling himself as the Japanese boy's hands became like iron vises around his waist. Fingers like steel gripped his hips and frantic thrusts pushed him up, down, up, down, up, down... over and over again. He closed his eyes at the feeling, digging his fingers into the other boy's shoulders... both the keep his balance and inflict the same amount of pleasure-pain on his partner.

 

A partner who obviously had the same tastes he did, as the scratches across his back only spurned him faster and deeper.

 

The blonde was hard pressed not to loss himself in the moment, to not imagine violet eyes in the place of blue. He shifted his hips in a manner that he knew Duo loved to use, biting his lip to keep from crying out as the Prussian-eyed boy responded enthusiastically. His eyes were intense. They were windows to the soul. This soul was a turbulent, stormy place. A storm that raged and destroyed and was oh-so-similar to one that he had seen before, in a different pair of eyes.

 

Quatre allowed a stifled moan pass through his lips.

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Duo was nearly in tears beneath him, begging for his release. Once, twice, three times was the charm, and though he was nearing the edge of exhaustion, Duo's body still responded eagerly to his blonde lover's attentions. And the blonde felt it as well. The echo off his uchuu no kokoro had nearly driven him insane, allowing him to feel Duo's every response. It was only through sheer willpower that he had kept going as long as he had. But, he felt himself reaching his peak. He saw that point of white hot oblivion and thrust himself faster to reach it. Duo's incoherent cries were lost to him as Quatre lifted the braided boy's pale face and pushed sweat-soaked chestnut bangs out of the way.

 

Violet eyes fluttered open, glazed with desire and exhaustion.

 

"Scream for me, Duo," Quatre whispered harshly, face drawn tight with pleasure as he dominated the braided boy. "SCREAM!"

 

He slammed home.

 

Duo's body arched and tensed in natural response. The creamy pale neck bent back, offering a throat for Quatre to lavish with kisses. Duo's mouth opened in a silent scream of rapture.

 

Quatre's aquamarine eyes caught with Duo's amethyst. They were filled with life and love and need and sex. So deep... so deep... so good... He felt himself falling...

 

Quatre Raberba Winner was lost.

 

He screamed Duo's name as he came.

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Quatre's aquamarine eyes caught with Heero's sapphire. They were filled with life and love and need and sex. So deep... so deep... so *good*... He was falling...

 

Heero Yuy was lost.

 

He screamed Quatre's name as he came.

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"Aaaah! DUO!"

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"Qu-QUATRE!!"

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Quatre Raberba Winner smiled.

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He collapsed, pitching forward to lay against the heaving chest beneath him. Heero lay in a shattered daze, barely coherent of his surroundings. The Japanese boy -- perhaps he could be considered a man now -- could only muster up a half-hearted ggrunt in response to the weight collapsed on top of him. Quatre panted, catching his breath after the experience.

 

Beautiful. Beautiful. Wonderful. Heero was ready now. He was ready. Quatre's mind buzzed and whirled at the thought of the happiness that would shine in Duo's eyes now. The feeling of elation from this fact was even better than the orgasm he had experienced mere moments before.

 

There was a whimper.

 

Marine eyes pierced Prussian blue. Heero reached for him unsteadily, tangling one hand through rumpled golden blonde locks.

 

Quatre did not smile.

 

He allowed the other boy -- Duo's now -- to pull him close, but before their lips could touch, Quatre stopped. Heero blinked confused sapphire eyes at him, clearly not understanding what was happening. Quatre did not care. He had accomplished his mission. Heero was prepared. He was no longer Quatre's concern. Quatre washed his hands of the other boy's fate.

 

"Now you know what to do the next time you see Duo," Quatre breathed against Heero's lips, leaving the faintest trace of strawberry and sex. Without another word, Quatre disengaged himself from the other boy, moved fluidly off of the bed, pulled on his shorts and left the room.

 

After the door shut behind him, Quatre leaned against the opposite wall and closed his eyes, face lifted to the heavens as if in prayer. Maybe it was a sort of prayer. A smile lifted his lips.

 

"Oh yes," he said softly to no one at all. "You never forget your first. I hope you like my present, Duo."

-- Owari --