* A/N: Wee! My first PWP! Don't ask me where this one came from... I just thought the idea was cute, though it's probably been done in some form or another many a time over. I don't really care. It was an interesting waste of an afternoon, when I should have been off doing chores and errands
and stuff.
For those who need the warning, there's definite kumquat (a.k.a., lemon) content here. Yaoi goodness, with 3x2 getting it on. Flamers will be summarily fed to the cat. o.o *

Duo Maxwell, as a general rule, sang while he was in the shower - usually quite badly, at that. Today was no different, an off-key rendering of an annoyingly catchy pop song on his lips as he basked in the steam of the scalding water. He finished running a washcloth, covered in a gently scented soap, over his body before yanking at the hairtie that bound his waist-length tresses into a thick braid. With a shake of his head, the locks untangled, spilling across bare shoulders into the steady downpour of heated water.

Duo hummed to himself, his voice echoing across the bathroom from perfect acoustics only found in the shower, and he ticked the hot water tap up several more notches. Grabbing a shampoo bottle, he squeezed a copious amount of the thick liquid into his palm and meticulously began to work it through the long mass of hair.

Yet as the American reached the chorus of the off-key pop song - the one he'd heard repeated on four different radio stations already today, though it hadn't yet gotten old - the shower head sputtered, the pressure of the water dropping suddenly. His hands working through a mound of shampoo suds collected in his hair, he glanced up at the thinning stream of water with wide violet eyes. Recognition clicked in a split second too late, and the delicious heat of the shower was replaced with a surge of ice.

The perfect acoustics of the shower reverberated Duo's chilled shriek across the entire compound.

The young pilot leapt from the shower and whipped a towel around his waist, not bothering to rinse the rest of the shampoo from his hair. Puddles of water trailed behind him as he skidded down the stairs, past the pilots' quarters (where a stunned Quatre and Wu Fei looked up from their game of chess just in time to see the wet, half-naked American streak past their door), and through the steel enclosure that led to the laundry room.

"You!" Duo cried out, pointing an accusing finger down at the offender at the bottom of the stairs.

A pair of emerald green eyes languidly turned from their study of the pile of black turtlenecks being fed one at a time into the gentle whirlpool of the washer. Trowa Barton studied the seething, sopping young man, his face betraying no hint of surprise or concern.

"You look angry, Duo."

Duo spluttered, unable to find the words that truly conveyed his rage, and, still holding the towel around his waist tightly, vaulted down the stairs until he was standing face-to-face with the taller boy. Finally, the words came, haltingly, "I ... was taking ... a shower!"

"Were you?" Trowa asked, his tone infuriatingly calm, as always. His single visible eye gazed into Duo's for a brief moment before he turned back towards the washer and upended the rest of the laundry basket into the churning water.

"I was!" Duo hissed, wrapping his fingers tightly around Trowa's arm and yanking the boy around to face him once again. "You know what happens to the hot water when you start up a load of laundry!"

The thin veil of reddish-brown bangs covering half of Trowa's face did little to disguise the downward tilt of his emerald eyes. "You must be cold, then," he remarked, a tiny, sly grin stealing across his features.

"You're damn right I'm cold!" the American seethed. "There I was, contentedly washing my hair, when the water turned to absolute ice! I thought I'd gotten snowed in! Do you see the icicles forming in my hair?" Duo ranted for a few minutes more, with Trowa staring impassively at him the entire time.

Finally, when his litany trailed off, Trowa gazed down into the furious face of his fellow pilot. "Do you need someone to warm you up?" he asked mildly, lifting a hand to Duo's bare chest and circling his thumb around a hardened, cold-sensitized nipple.

A visible shiver rippled through Duo's body, his lips parting in a tiny gasp of surprise. "What are you-" he murmured, a light flush already starting to settle into his cheeks.

"So cold," Trowa whispered, sliding his arm around the American's waist. With his other hand, he carefully brushed a shampoo-laden clump of Duo's hair from his bare shoulder.

Duo gulped as the other boy ran his tongue across the damp flesh, and, almost involuntarily, his arm slipped around Trowa's waist, pulling him close. "Trowa," he murmured, whimpering a little when he felt a gentle nip at the hollow of his throat. "If I didn't know you better ... I'd think you
did this on purpose ..."

The mysterious green-eyed pilot pulled away, his bangs tickling the bare skin of Duo's shoulder, and gazed down at him. Again, that faint hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and he brought his nose inches from the other boy's. "Who's to say I didn't?" he whispered.

A definitive flush settled into Duo's cheeks, and he flicked a nervous tongue across his lips. "You're evil," he muttered, shifting his body against Trowa's. Already, Duo was starting to harden, his hips pressing uncomfortably against the other boy.

"Hn." The sound was one of mild amusement, and Trowa closed the distance, bringing the breathless kiss to completion.

Duo slipped his fingers beneath Trowa's shirt, running them across the soft skin of his back. Parting his lips, the kiss deepened, and he let the other boy's sweet tongue slide into his mouth. At first, Duo gently suckled at the other pilot's lips; but when Trowa's fingers circled the sensitive small of his back, he couldn't help but press hungrily into the advances.

Trowa broke the kiss just long enough to allow a gasping Duo to lift the black shirt from over his head. Once the encumbering black turtleneck was tossed aside, Trowa picked Duo up beneath the arms and planted him atop the humming washing machine. The green-eyed pilot allowed Duo a
precious couple of seconds to enjoy the delicious vibration before firmly circling his arm around the American's back and drawing his lips to his bare chest.

Duo whimpered deep in his throat, feeling the electric tingle of Trowa's tongue tracing a bull's-eye around his nipple. His fingers twined into the other boy's hair, raking the long bangs from his face. As Duo held him fast, Trowa snaked his tongue around the American's nipple, and he enjoyed the squeak of pleasure brought forth from deep within when he nipped his teeth gently against sensitized flesh. Involuntarily, Duo felt himself pushing against the top of Trowa's head, urging his probing lips lower.

In response, Trowa teasingly traced his lips around Duo's navel, his tongue following the gentle trail of darkened hair to the core of the other boy's pleasure. Duo's firm arousal was evident through the tent of the blue towel, where his manhood strained against the tickling terry fabric. When Trowa's lips reached the edge of the towel, he lifted his head from the tantalizing search and tilted his emerald-colored eyes up to Duo.

The deliberate deprivation of sensual input left Duo shivering violently. "Please, Trowa," he murmured huskily. "Don't stop. Don't stop... I want you."

Again, Trowa's lips curved in that impish, miniscule grin. Teasingly, he slid the first two fingers of his left hand into his mouth, circling his tongue around the tips. Ever so slowly, he tugged at the towel covering Duo's erection, and the fabric parted easily. Wrapping his moistened fingers around the shaft, Trowa traced his tongue around the tip and savored Duo's helpless, uncontrollable moans of pleasure.

When Trowa finally brought his lips around Duo's manhood, taking him in as deeply as he could manage, the American couldn't help but cry aloud. He arched slender hips against the delicious friction, made all the more exquisite by the gentle rubbing of Trowa's fingers against the base. His back arched, and Duo leaned heavily against his hands, as the other boy suckled, teased, bringing him to new peaks of fulfillment.

Trowa's pace quickened, his hot lips jerking over Duo's shaft, until the American suddenly lurched forward and dug his fingers into his hair. Uncontrollable cries of ecstasy burst from him as he held Trowa down, forcing his manhood deeper into his throat... Until finally, Duo climaxed with
a breathy shriek, his hips bucking against the mouth of his lover.

When Duo's heart managed to settle within his chest and his gasps finally trailed off, he found Trowa's head settled contentedly in his lap, his arms laced around the small of his back. The American smiled and ran his fingers through the chestnut bangs, brushing them away from his gently grinning face.

"Tro?" Duo whispered, his throat aching a little.

"Mm?"

"You're evil," he laughed.

Trowa opened his eyes and turned them up towards Duo. "You said that already."

"You realize I'm going to have to get you back for this now, don't you?"

"Go ahead and try," Trowa mumbled, shutting his long lashes over his eyes once again. Almost stubbornly, he tightened his arms around Duo's waist.

With surprising deftness, Duo slipped from the washing machine, catching Trowa off-guard, and locked his arms around his chest. "You interrupted my shower," he stated, a typical Shinigami smirk lighting on his lips and in his violet eyes. "I think the punishment should fit the crime. Particularly while your wash still is still running."

In a tangle of arms and bare limbs, Duo wrestled the squirming, taller boy up the stairs. However, as they passed through the pilots' quarters once again, Trowa broke out of Duo's stranglehold, and took off down the hall. Still in the middle of their game of chess, Quatre and Wu Fei got a glimpse of the now-totally naked Duo chasing after his silent lover, hurling threats of vengeance after him.

"Barton! Maxwell! Kisama!" Wu Fei shouted over Quatre's helpless giggling. "Get a room!"

Dimly, Duo heard Quatre inquire, "Jealous?" before the door to the Arabian boy's room slammed shut behind him.

Under normal circumstances, Duo might have gone back to tease Wu Fei, who always turned such a lovely shade of crimson when the American ran around the compound naked. But now, he had other things on his mind, such as where exactly Trowa was hiding, and just how much he was going to torture - and later ravish - the boy when he found him.

Duo passed by the bathroom and made sure he turned the water tap all the way to cold before he took off again in predatory search for that gorgeous tease of a clown.

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