Quatre Loves Duo
-----part 1-----
Duo tossed and turned, whimpering, in the clutches of some horrible
nightmare. His hands clutched at the blankets, his brow glistened
with perspiration.
Quatre walked into the room and closed the door behind him. He sat on
the edge of the bed and shook Duo, gently.
Duo's eyes flew open and he sat up, pulling to the corner of the bed.
"H...Heero?" he asked.
Quatre noticed the fear and anxiety in Duo's voice. He wondered if he
was afraid of being without Heero or...
"No." Quatre replied. "It's me. Quatre."
Duo seemed to relax at this.
"Duo, what's wrong?" Quatre asked.
Duo shook his head. "It's nothing." he replied. "I..."
"Duo, I love you." There, he'd said it.
Duo blinked in surprise. At last, the words he'd longed to hear since
Sister Helen and Father Maxwell had been so brutally taken from him.
They hadn't come from the place he'd hoped, but they'd been spoken.
And by the sweetest person he'd ever met.
"I just wanted you to know how I feel." Quatre said, looking a little
embarrassed.
"Show me." Duo whispered.
"What about Heero?" Quatre asked, even though he was taking Duo in
his arms and kissing him, tenderly, upon the lips.
Duo returned the kiss, hungrily, as if his life depended upon it.
Quatre's stomach twisted as he realized how starved for affection the
braided pilot was. He thought of Duo's relationship with Heero and
the idea of such a heartless person touching Duo hurt him worse than
the greatest torture the enemy could devise.
He caressed Duo, going over every inch of his body before reaching
over to the dresser for lubricant. There was none.
"Duo... where's?"
"Don't have any." Duo replied. "Go ahead. I'm used to it."
"Duo, I'm not going to do anything without proper lubrication."
Quatre was horrified at the idea that Duo would be 'used to' being
taken unprepared like that. What the hell was Heero doing to him?! He
wet his forefinger with saliva and carefully slid it into Duo. He
could feel scar tissue along the silken walls of the other boy's
inner passage and he withdrew his finger, quickly. "Duo... what
happened?! Did Heero...?"
Duo turned away. "He apologized afterward." he said.
"I don't care if he bought you a Rolls-fucking-Royce." Quatre was
furious at this point. "What the hell did that bastard do to you?!
Did he rape you?!"
Duo shook his head. "No... " he replied. "I wanted to make love. Just
not that violently."
"Duo, you're starving for affection. I could feel it when you
returned my kiss. Heeero doesn't love you. You already know that.
He's using you, damn it. He's using you to take his frustrations out
on. Duo, you're a human being. Stop letting him use you like some
kind of stress reliever. You're worth more than that." He took Duo
into his arms and held him. "I love you, Duo. Forever and ever." He
leaned over and kissed Duo. He could feel Duo responding, then
something struck the back of his head and he was unconscious.
Quatre came to a few minutes later. As he was slowly regaining
consciousness, he heard the bed creaking and the sounds of Duo
panting out words of encouragement. There was pain in Duo's voice,
but he was still encouraging Heero anyhow. Quatre was suddenly fully
awake. He hated the pain in Duo's voice. Hated the scars he'd felt
inside the braided boy. Hated Heero for causing them both.
"GET OFF OF HIM!"
Heero ignored Quatre and kept thrusting into Duo.
Duo felt a pang of humiliation in the idea that he was being fucked
in front of another person. He tried to push Heero off, but Heero
pinned him and continued, grunting about having to 'complete the
mission', until he climaxed inside of Duo.
"I love you." Duo sobbed, though it was mostly automatic and the
words no longer rang true.
Heero grunted irritably and pulled out of Duo. He stood up and
retrieved his clothes, then left Duo's room.
Quatre followed him.
"What do you want?"
"He asked you to stop."
"I wasn't finished." Heero pointed out.
"You raped him." Quatre sounded exasperated. "Don't you get it?! When
you didn't stop when he asked you to, whether he was willing before
or not, it became rape."
"I did *not* rape Duo." Heero denied, fiercely. "I didn't!" but he
suddenly wasn't so sure. "I..." he closed his eyes and shook his head
as he remembered Duo sobbing and pleading with him to stop. "Oh
kami-sama..." he whispered in horror. "... what have I done?"
"Leave Duo alone." Quatre said. It wasn't suggestion. "Leave him
alone before you kill him."
Heero nodded. He knew Quatre was right. He was becoming more and more
violent and Duo's young body surely couldn't take too much more.
But...
"I don't know if I can." He admitted. "In the past, every time I've
been frustrated, or angry, or felt hurt, he's always been there."
"You've been using his body to relieve your frustration." Quatre
pointed out. "It's not love you feel for him, it's addiction. And it's
hurting Duo. Please stop it. I love him and I can't stand to see him
being hurt or used like this."
Heero nodded, then yawned. "I'm going back to bed."
"Your own bed, Heero." Quatre said, sternly. "If I ever find you in
Duo's bed again, I'll kill you."
-----part 2-----
Duo sobbed into his pillow. He hoped and prayed that Heero wasn't
hurting Quatre because of him. There was a knock on his door.
"Can I come in?"
It was Quatre's voice.
"Yes. Please."
Quatre walked in and Duo turned. His eyes were bloodshot from crying.
"Duo..." he said, gently. "I talked to Heero. He'll never bother you
again."
"He's ... breaking up with me?"
Quatre shook his head. "How can he be breaking up with you? You two
never actually had a relationship. He was using you, Duo. Using you
to relieve his tension and frustration. And you were so starved for
affection that you just let him do it. You don't have to let him ever
again."
Duo sobbed and clung to Quatre while the blonde pilot stroked his
hair and kissed his forehead.
"It's okay, Duo." Quatre said. "I'm here for you."
The door swung open.
"I told you to stay away from him." Quatre told Heero.
"I just wanted to talk to him." Heero said, glumly. "Please?"
"So talk." Quatre said, not budging.
"Alone."
Quatre shook his head.
"It's okay, Quatre." Duo said. "Heero can't say it with an audience.
That's all."
"That's not all." Quatre shook his head. "Please, Duo. Don't make me
leave the room. Please don't." There are a pain in his Space Heart
that he'd never felt before, but he was pretty damned sure of what it
was, and he wanted to do all he could to prevent it. "Please?!"
Heero grabbed Quatre by the lapels of his vest and began pushing him
toward the door.
Quatre dug in his heels in did his best to remain fixed in one spot.
But Heero's strength won out and soon the blonde found himself in the
hallway. He tried to get into Duo's room, but Heero had locked the
door.
"Heero..." Duo sounded scared. "Please....? Please not again."
There was a long silence, then Heero spoke. "Duo, I'm sorry." he
said. "I'm sorry for hurting you, for... for raping you... and..."
Duo looked into Heero's eyes. That look, the look Heero got when he
was on a mission, it was there. He could feel his heartbeat and his
breathing quickening.
"... for killing you." Heero finally said, shoving Duo onto the bed
and strangling him.
Quatre heard him and began to ram himself into the door. It took five
tries, but he finally got the door forced open. He jumped on Heero
and tried to pull him off of Duo, crying out as he did so.
Wufei and Trowa rushed in and joined him. Between Quatre, Trowa, and
Wufei, they finally got Heero away from Duo.
"Duo?!" Quatre asked, turning his attention to the braided pilot he
loved with all of his heart.
Duo wasn't breathing.
-----part 3-----
"Duo!" Quatre cried out. "Allah, don't let this be happening! Please!
Not Duo! Please not Duo!"
Trowa pushed him aside, hurriedly, and began performing rescue
breathing on Duo until the braided boy began to cough and splutter.
He looked up at Quatre. "You okay?" he asked.
Quatre nodded, but winced. "I think I twisted my ankle when you
pushed me."
"What's your fault." Trowa replied.
"My fault? Quatre asked.
"Yeah. If you put your ankle somewhere other than the end of your
leg, that wouldn't have happened." Trowa grinned.
Quatre blinked. "You're rather cheerful." he told Trowa.
"Just glad Duo's alive." Trowa shrugged.
Quatre smiled. "I am, too."
Duo sat up and went over to them. "Would you guys excuse me and Quatre for a moment?" he blushed. "I just wanted to thank him for
saving my life."
Quatre raised an eyebrow. "Duo..." he said, knowing what that blush
meant.. "You don't have to."
"I didn't say *I have to*." Duo replied. "I said *I want to*."
-----part 4-----
Duo waited until he was sure the others were long gone, then kissed
Quatre, affectionately. He could feel the other boy returning the
kiss with deep love and desire. It was something he'd never felt in
all the times he'd kissed Heero. Those lips had been cold,
unfeeling... unloving. But he'd kissed them anyhow. He'd given love
and had been given pain in return. Even so, he didn't hate Heero. A
part of him still loved him, in fact, despite all the hurt that the
Perfect Soldier had caused him. He supposed that part would always
love Heero. It felt pity for the other boy instead of anger. He
didn't blame Heero for that rage or bitterness. He blamed the doctors
who had raised Heero and had trained him to be cold and uncaring.
He pulled back from the kiss and Quatre looked into his eyes. He
could see the uncertainty there. It wasn't an unpleasant uncertainty,
an 'oh God... is he going to kill me?' uncertainty. It was more of an
'is this huge chocolate sundae really just for me? Is it really all
mine' type. And it made Quatre smile to see it in Duo's eyes. Then
the two boys kissed again, undressing each other, their lips never
parting the whole time, until they both stood there nude, their
bodies held tight, their erections pressed into each other's belly.
They kissed each other, affectionately, their tongues clashing as
they fell upon the bed, side by side, their bodies close, their legs
entwined. Then Duo was kissing his way down the center of Quatre's
chest, tracing a line from his throat to his abdomen. Kissing and
licking seductively until he reached Quatre's groin, then he was
licking and sucking Quatre's manhood. Quatre held Duo close and
moaned with ecstasy as the braided pilot brought him closer and
closer to orgasm.
Duo stopped and looked up at Quatre, his mouth still clasping the tip
of the Arabian pilot's erection, as if to ask if Quatre wanted Duo to
bring him off in this manner, or let Quatre fuck him.
Quatre shook his head. "We don't have any lube, and if I penetrate
you now it'll hurt. So you'd better just bring me off with your mouth
for now."
Duo felt a sense of gratitude. What a considerate lover Quatre was.
Nothing at all like Heero. At first with Heero, the physical pleasure
had been enough to counter the pain. But Heero had become more and
more violent as the war produced greater and greater strain upon the
Perfect Soldier's psyche. The attempt on Duo's life had proven,
beyond all doubt, that Heero had become addicted to using him. He'd
tried to break him, the way a child might break a toy when he learns
its about to be taken away. In the end, Quatre's confession of love
had probably saved Duo's life. The last time Heero had touched him
had been horrifically painful and Duo knew that if Heero fucked him
one more time, Duo would not have woken up the next morning. Heero
would have...
His train of thought was cut off by the sweet taste of Quatre's seed
as it pumped steadily into his mouth. He swallowed without being
asked, enjoying its taste which was sweet and clean, not bitter like
Heero's.
Quatre was in pure heaven. //Of course I am...// he reasoned.
//There's an angel in bed with me. Where else would I be?//
"Oh, Duo...." he moaned. "Duo, I love you."
Duo finally pulled back, his lips leaving Quatre's presently sated
manhood, and sighed. "I love you, too." he replied, kissing his way
back up Quatre's still trembling body, until their lips met and their
tongues clashed.
Then, Quatre was kissing his way down Duo's body, determined to
return the affection that Duo had shown him.
-----part 5-----
Duo whimpered, softly, as Quatre kissed his way down his body. For a
moment, Quatre thought of stopping, taking Duo in his arms and
lavishing affection upon him. But then he realized he was already
lavishing affection on the braided beauty and he continued to trace a
line of kisses down Duo's trembling body, whispering tender
reassurances as he neared Duo's erection. He kissed the tip, shyly at
first, this being the first time he'd ever done sucked a cock... he
winced at this. No... that sounded too crude. Like something someone
as heartless as Heero might do to Duo. This was affectionate, loving.
He thought about the proper term, fellatio, but that sounded like a
musical term... //soprano, alto, fellatio....// he thought,
suppressing a giggle... so that was out. He thought about it a
little more, then decided that it didn't matter what it was called.
All that mattered was that it made Duo feel as wonderful as Duo had
made him feel. A few more tentative kisses, then he was taking Duo
into his mouth. Just the tip at first, gagging reflexively. Then,
slowly letting his mouth adjust to the warm, hardening shaft that was
filling it and pressing against his pallet.
Duo let out a long, low moan and began to pump his hips, needful,
against Quatre's face, enjoying the feel of his now-fully-erect
manhood as it slid back and forth between Quatre's lips. He could
feel Quatre sucking, his tongue stroking the underside of Duo's
erection each time he pulled his head back along the length of Duo's
second greatest physical asset, to Quatre that exquisite braid
would always be the first, and Duo moaned. Moaned, trembled, then
came. He came hard, flooding Quatre's mouth, throwing back his head
and crying out as he convulsed and came, thrusting and bucking like a
landed marlin, until the orgasm and the aftershocks subsided. Then he
lay there, overwhelmed, and burst into tears.
-----TBC-----