| Ch. 4 � Lust in the House Duo was lying on his back, hands folded on his stomach. He couldn�t get a wink of sleep. �Ah, Duo. Here you go again, feelin� like someone�s ordering your death,� he spoke aloud. Duo rolled over on his side and closed his eyes, trying to shake the feeling that someone was watching him. He felt a slight breeze, and chills ran down his back. There isn�t a window in this room, he realized. He bolted up to see what caused the breeze and found Sira sitting at the foot of his bed. �Oi, Sira, what are you doin� here?� With a small grin, she climbed up to where Duo was sitting and straddled the boy�s lap. He grew uncomfortable, not sure of what Sira was about to do next. �Hey, what are you�� Duo was cut off with a kiss. Sira�s soft lips were very pleasing to Duo. He�d never felt a kiss so wonderful before in his life. But before he could enjoy the kiss any longer, Sira pulled away and pushed Duo onto his back. He couldn�t make sense of what she was doing, but his hormones didn�t mind her lips moving down his bare chest to the edge of his boxers. �Oh�not so fast, Sira. I�ve got all night�� Duo gave in. Sira didn�t have all night, though. She had other appointments to keep, so she hurried with her act. Pulling Duo�s black cotton boxers down, she began to tease him. Duo was very aroused, but tried to control himself. Sira was working wonders on him�even Hilde didn�t give head this well. Seeing that Duo was completely lost in the pleasure, she removed the sharp butcher�s knife from the leg strap that was hidden under her dress. Oh, you�re so vulnerable right now, Duo. I could do something so cruel to you, she thought. She decided to go with her original plan. Besides, she liked this boy too much. So she slowly pulled the knife up to his chest and prepared herself. �I�m sorry, Duo.� Duo�s screams would have been heard throughout the entire house if it weren�t for the soundproof walls. Trowa awoke to the sound of crying outside his door. He sat up and listened closer. He was sure of it now, there was crying outside his door. �Quatre�� he recognized the sound. Quickly, he got up and went into the hallway in just his boxers and a t-shirt. When he looked down the hall, he saw Quatre with his oxford shirt on, and curled up in a ball. His face was between his knees. �Quatre, what�s wrong?� he moved towards him. �Stop! Don�t come any closer�� he sobbed. �Is something the matter, Quatre?� Quatre just sat and cried, quietly in the corner. Trowa noticed how odd his cries were�almost computerized. But his high emotions for Quatre led him to focus on what he saw in front of him, and nothing more. �What are you crying about?� �I love you, Trowa.� Trowa�s heart skipped a beat to hear those words. However, it was very unlike Quatre to act this way. He grew suspicious, only a moment too late. �But I�m sorry to have led you into this trap.� �What?� With one quick swish, the floor beneath Trowa disappeared, and he was falling downwards, into the dark. He landed twenty feet down, with a thud. Quatre�s holographic image walked to where Trowa just fell. �Stupid boy. Shouldn�t let love consume you,� Hinori�s voice spoke through Quatre�s electronic lips. With a smile, Quatre�s image left and the floor closed, leaving a fallen Trowa on the ground below. On to part 5 |