Rules of the Game:
Part One
By: Kitty E.
Duo supposed there were some benefits to being left alone in the safehouse each day. While Heero and Trowa were stuck infiltrating base until they got the necessary data, there was nothing for him to do but wait and try to fill up the silence. He alternated between music he'd listened to perhaps one too many times and the television, which held little fascination for him. He could only watch so many talk shows with self-righteous hosts and pathetic guests. He stretched out on the couch, momentarily lost in his thoughts, and unaware of the clock. He tensed a little when he heard the doorknob being turned, one hand moving to the floor where his gun lay. Cracking one violet eye, he noted the new arrival with a smile.
"Heero," he said, enough greeting for the both of them. The other pilot scowled darkly and retired to his room without a reply.
Duo smirked a little as he wondered if Heero would be so surly if Quatre were there. It was rather cute actually, the blonde pilot was completely oblivious to his constant observer. Judging by the adorably bewildered expression on the Wing pilot's face every time Quatre smiled at him, it didn't seem likely he'd make the first move. Duo briefly considered having a talk with Quatre but that would be meddling and his koi had insisted he leave everyone to their own devices. Duo blinked, Where *is* my koi?
He tensed again, He should have come in with Heero, ne? Is something wrong? Duo frowned, Iie, Heero would have said something... right? Duo sat up, and looked at the clock, One minute, if he doesn't come in by then, I'll ask. He waited a few seconds, and then started to get up, when the door was opened a second time.
He looked back, and nearly fell off the couch. "Damn, Trowa, that's... those are... damn..." He knew he had the goofiest grin on his face, but he was way beyond caring. "Ne, Trowa, *that's* what you wear when your at the base?"
Trowa nodded, "I didn't have time to change today."
"Thank God," Duo said under his breath. He raked his eyes up and down Trowa's form for the third or fourth time since the other boy had come in. He loved it, not only his lover's tall slender body, but what was currently clothing it. He had no idea an OZ uniform could be so flattering. The forest green jacket accented the tapered waist, and brought out Trowa eyes in a most pleasing way. He swore the white slacks were a size too small, fitting Trowa fitting around his waist and thighs tightly. Then, of course, there were the knee high black boots, making Trowa look that much taller, his legs that much longer.
Yes... this is a keeper, Duo thought, as he got up. He crossed the room, checking to see that Heero's door was closed before stealing a few kisses. He didn't want to get the Wing pilot even more forlorn after all. "Come on, koi, let's go to bed."
He started to pull Trowa towards their bedroom, but felt a slight resistance. He looked back, "That a problem?"
"Duo, I was kind of hoping to eat dinner or something..." Trowa groaned.
"Fine," Duo said with a smile. "Eat something light, and we'll get started, okay?" He needed time to figure out what to do with this OZ suit anyway. It was just too good to simply tear off and leave behind, it had to be savored.
He chatted while Trowa made Ramen, getting the usual bare replies for his troubles, but not really minding. He wasn't in this relationship for the conversation. They each needed somebody, and had found something in each other worth working for. As they sat down, Duo made sure to sit across from Trowa, both to admire the view and to keep his hands to himself. It wasn't a relationship based purely on sex, far from it. In fact Duo could even remember the last time Trowa had really asked for it. He smiled, not saying a word, I'll have to work on that tonight.
He had plans but he would have to be careful, false steps in the bedroom weren't easily forgotten with Trowa. From what he'd managed to weasel out growing up young and cute with mercenaries wasn't any easier than flat out being on the streets. He didn't know how far they'd gotten with Trowa, and wasn't too keen on finding out. The first few times they'd made love had been awkward, neither of them were willing to shed their defenses just yet. Duo had pretended like he didn't care, and Trowa had pretended nothing affected him. Those times were behind them now though, more and more Trowa was willing to make himself vulnerable to Duo, and Duo was just beginning to let himself accept the weight of the relationship.
All the more reason to proceed with caution. He had a game in mind, something that would make maximum usefulness of the outfit Trowa didn't even seem to register. He was hard just thinking about it, he loved to be in control. Bondage didn't really appeal to him, he liked it better when someone volunteered their submission. The fact that someone did what you asked simply because they wanted to excited him more than simply taking it. Hai, that's good. I couldn't ever force him to do anything, anyway. Whatever freaks him out he doesn't have to do. It's perfect for the first time.
"It's very hard to enjoy one's meal with someone staring directly at you," Trowa said suddenly.
"Sorry, Tro, but if I leave the room, I may end up finishing what you started," he purred.
"What I started?" Trowa asked, confused.
"I wouldn't be so hot right now if you hadn't strutted in wearing that," he said with a smug half-smile, and quick wink.
"So it's just the uniform then," Trowa asked.
Duo grinned, Angling for a compliment, kawaii. "What are you kidding? I've seen *lots* of OZ officers and they never did this me."
He didn't say anything in reply, but Duo could tell Trowa was starting to feel a little sexier. That was good, a little ego stroking never hurt anyone, and a lover who thought he was one step away from a sex god was more likely to try new things. He plotted out the night a bit more, then pulled back and thought about talk shows. No need to ruin my control over *myself* just yet.
Trowa finished, and Duo knew he was being punished for something when the taller boy quietly washed his dishes. He chatted on as if he didn't care, willing his erection to fade but never getting close. He would come too quickly, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold it off the entire night for an epic climax, but if Trowa still wore his uniform then, he had no doubt he'd get hard again too quickly to notice. Finally, Trowa was done, and Duo was able to gleefully drag him down the hall into the bedroom they shared.
He closed the door quickly and pressed Trowa against it. He started off with a few kisses, warming Trowa to the contact, easing off a little of his own sexual tension. He pulled away before he could forget his plans, "Ne, Tro-chan, I want you bad... but I want to have some fun." He pressed his palm to Trowa's chest, sliding downward. "Let's play a game," he smirked, "And since you're already in costume..."
"What do you mean?" Trowa asked as Duo fingers lingered at his belt.
Duo smirked and slid the hand behind, grabbing Trowa roughly, "Let's pretend you're my sexy little soldier, and I'm your big, bad superior officer. That'd be fun. You wanna play?"
Trowa was speechless, Duo didn't surprise Duo, but what worried him was the faint look of fear on his lover's face. "I-"
Duo pressed his lips together, pulling back a little, so Trowa wasn't up for forceful, he'd fix his mistake. "Let's lay the ground rules, okay? Then we'll see if you play... Rule number one, as your superior officer I get what I want. Whatever I say, you do, whatever I want," he brought his hand up the inside of Trowa's thigh, "I get."
Trowa cheeks began to color as Duo began to massage his growing erection. "Rule number two, you can do nothing on your own. If I'm not touching you," he pulled his hand away abruptly. "You can't touch yourself..." He grinned, "Unless I order you to."
He brought his hand back, stroking softly "But... if you want something, like for me to do it harder," he put further pressure on Trowa's groin. "Make a formal request and I'll decide whether or not I'll oblige you. That's rule number 3, babe."
Trowa swallowed, breathing shallow as Duo squeezed and stroked his erection. Still, he wasn't saying yes.
"Rule number 4," Duo added spontaneously. "A break in character means we quit the game and screw like rabbits for the sake of screwing like rabbits." With that he broke away, "How 'bout it, Tro? Wanna play?"
Trowa considered it for a moment, lightheaded from Duo's ministrations. He nodded, after all, if he didn't like it, he only had to break character and Duo would stop the game.
Duo grinned widely, "Beautiful babe. Get into it, 'cause as of now," he straightened his back, and spoke in a slightly deeper, sharper tone. "You're ass is mine."
Trowa's brow lifted, half in amusement, half in surprise. He saw Duo wink at him, and smiled softly. "Yes, sir," he replied quietly.
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Part Two