Losing It
Part One: The Bet
Quatre sat in his study,
going through Winner Corporation's losses for this fiscal quarter...
dammit, why on earth did he invest in Pilot 05 Blow-Up Dolls? He knew
it sounded like a bad idea, who in their right mind would buy one, but
Sally had been so sure that they would sell...
Suddenly, he looked up, only to see Duo leaning against the doorway.
Duo, wearing only a towel, a towel that barely covered his ass and was
draped rather haphazardly over his hips, showing off every inch of lean
muscle and contour of smooth skin... Quatre knew there was a reason he
kept buying those too short towels. Realizing the towel wasn't going to
fall off any time soon, Quatre wiped off the trail of drool coming down
his chin and cleared his throat.
"Can I get you anything, Duo?"
"Yeah, I was wondering if you've seen my black jeans around, you know,
the ones I wear out to parties a lot?"
Quatre knew exactly what pair of jeans Duo was talking about. Those
too-tight jeans were number three on his 'five sexiest pieces in Duo's
wardrobe' list. "Check the laundry room, I think Rashid just cleaned
them. Are you going out tonight?"
Duo smirked. "Yeah, I've got a date. Which reminds me, can I borrow
some condoms?"
"No, but you can have some." Quatre opened his desk drawer. "How many?"
"Just toss me a handful, I am going to seriously get some tonight."
Quatre chuckled. "Really?"
"Hell yeah, I've been celibate ever since I got involved in the damn
war, I NEED to get laid."
"So who's the lucky girl or guy?"
Duo's eyes gleamed in a sort of boastful satisfaction. "Heero Yuy."
Quatre's chin must have dropped all the way to the floor... at least,
that was what it felt like to him. "Heero?"
"Uh huh."
"You're kidding."
"Nope."
Quatre started laughing and waving around the condoms. "Well, I guess
you won't need these tonight, because Heero is a complete PRUDE!"
Duo stepped forward to yank the condoms out of Quatre's hands. "What
are you talking about? He seems like the fast, kinky type to me."
"Just think about it a moment, Duo," Quatre took a moment to calm his
raging laughter before he started talking again. "He's Japanese, you
know they're not the most sexually open culture in the world, his
values are probably pretty traditional. And than he's been training for
the war since before he can remember. I doubt sex was high on Dr. J's
priority list for useful skills to teach him. I know for a fact that
Heero's never so much as seen a porno magazine. And any way, do you
honestly think I didn't try something on him the whole time we were in
Sanc? It's harder to get between that guy's legs than it is to get into
Harvard."
"Well, Quatre," Duo leaned over Quatre's desk seductively, "Just
because he didn't respond to your advances doesn't mean anything. After
all, you are no Duo Maxwell."
Quatre frowned. Had his prowess just been insulted? "What makes you
think you can get him into bed, Maxwell?"
"I've never had a problem getting laid before, I don't know why I would
start with Mr. Perfect Soldier."
Quatre leaned back in his chair. "Do you want to bet on it?"
"You're kidding!"
"Afraid you'll lose, Duo?"
"Of course not! Fine, what are the conditions?"
"We'll keep it simple. If you can fuck Heero Yuy within the next month,
I'll be your slave for a day."
Unfortunately, Duo knew exactly what was on Quatre's mind. "No deal,
you'd probably enjoy that. If I win, you buy me a new motorcycle, a
Bimota. If I lose, I'll be your slave for a day."
"Deal."