Sweeter Each Season 2
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kaigouDefinitely rated R for language. Again, just a little with the slightly silly, and this time, from someone's POV outside the couple.
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Duo couldn't help but slouch down in the booth when he looked across the restaurant to see Quatre and Trowa entering, taking a minute to stamp their boots. Quatre turned, brushing snowflakes from Trowa's hair; Trowa, meanwhile, had glanced across the restaurant, caught Duo's eye, and the normally impassive expression became an outright glare.
"Damn it," Duo muttered, doing his best not to look like he was the least bit annoyed. Next to him, Heero hmm'ed over the menu, then glanced over the edge to see Trowa and Quatre, still at the door. Duo grimaced. "For the record, you owe me big time for putting up with his shit."
"He's my friend." Heero flipped the menu over, studying it rather noisily for such a silent activity.
"He's been nothing but an asshole to me--" Duo snapped, then wrinkled his nose. "Even more of an asshole, that is. Barely even civil. What the hell crawled up--"
"Duo. Shut up."
Duo grunted, unwilling to let the mental thoughts go, even if he closed his mouth. He'd argued enough already with Heero; the only reason he could get away with complaining was because Heero hated to argue in public. Okay, that, and Trowa's immediate reaction upon seeing Duo had just brought all the animosity back to the surface -- which puzzled Duo to some extent, because even though he'd always known Trowa didn't like him for some reason, it had never gotten in the way of them working together. And he'd been able to mostly breeze through the years without having to acknowledge that quiet dislike, and it had never really been an issue. Then, two weeks ago, Trowa began glaring at him. At first he'd thought he had something on the end of his nose, or his forehead, but Trowa didn't let up, and the next day it was the same stony silence, and the day after that... Trowa had calmed, a little, but he still seemed to be pointedly trying to tell Duo something and being in Trowa-speak, it was making about as much sense as Relena might if she were to walk up and announce she was leaving everything behind to live in a threeway with Noin and Dorothy.
Although, Duo reflected, if he got to watch, at least, he wouldn't mind too much. Heero would have apoplexy, of course. Duo enjoyed momentarily the notion of his boyfriend's eyes bugging out of his head -- mild visual revenge for the complete disregard for his feelings when it came to Trowa and the Nonstop Glower -- then glanced up again to see Trowa staring at him again but not really at him. In fact, Trowa's mouth hung open just a little, eyes wider than Duo had ever seen; Quatre had leaned over to whisper something in Trowa's ear. Whatever it was, it was taking several seconds to say, and hell, was Trowa blushing?
"Yo," Duo muttered, elbowing Heero, "what's going on over there? Did Quatre come up with the magic words finally of 'be nice to Duo or I hurt you'?"
"Hardly." Heero twisted sideways in the booth to lean close, his chin brushing Duo's shoulder as his lips came close to Duo's ear; warm breath brushed over Duo's ear and cheek, making him shiver, as Heero hmm'ed again. "I bet I know what he's saying, though."
"Really? You gonna tell me or do I have to threaten you with copious amounts of garlic?" Duo didn't take his eyes off the pair by the door; Trowa's blush had grown to a full crimson state, and Duo didn't want to miss a second of seeing Trowa lose that impenetrable cool.
"I'm not a vampire," Heero pointed out, then chuckled. "You are mine. No one else's." His voice dropped even lower, almost breathy as it hit the bottom of Heero's baritone range. "And when we get home, just to remind you of that, I'm going to fuck you hard and long until you beg me to come, and when I've come in your ass and you're dripping my cum down your legs, I'm gonna flip you over and ram your dick up my ass, and fuck you harder until you come, and you won't ever forget that you're mine, and no one else's."
"Uh." Duo swallowed hard, unable to look at Heero. His ears felt awfully hot, and his dick had jumped to instant attention with that visual. "Do we have to stay for dinner?" He swallowed again, uncomfortably aware his voice had gone up into a bit higher register than he'd intended.
"Yes." Heero's hand landed on Duo's thigh, running up to the juncture of hip and leg, and squeezed lightly.
Duo squeaked.
"Hey, sorry we're late," Quatre announced, stepping out of the way so Trowa could slide into the booth first. Trowa nodded politely to both; his smile to Duo was almost smug, and he settled in close to Quatre with a proprietory air.
Duo blinked, realized Heero's hand was still on an important part of his anatomy, and the last few necessary functions came roaring back to life. Oh, so Trowa had been jealous. Duo wondered what in space would make Trowa think that, and made a note that in the future, he'd be a bit more circumspect when hanging out with Quatre. No treading on the lion's tail by flirting with the boyfriend, Duo decided, but he'd figure out the finer details of his best behavior after he'd fucked Heero sixteen ways to Sunday. And then back again.
Pleased, Duo smiled back at Trowa just as smugly.
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Duo couldn't help but slouch down in the booth when he looked across the restaurant to see Quatre and Trowa entering, taking a minute to stamp their boots. Quatre turned, brushing snowflakes from Trowa's hair; Trowa, meanwhile, had glanced across the restaurant, caught Duo's eye, and the normally impassive expression became an outright glare.
"Damn it," Duo muttered, doing his best not to look like he was the least bit annoyed. Next to him, Heero hmm'ed over the menu, then glanced over the edge to see Trowa and Quatre, still at the door. Duo grimaced. "For the record, you owe me big time for putting up with his shit."
"He's my friend." Heero flipped the menu over, studying it rather noisily for such a silent activity.
"He's been nothing but an asshole to me--" Duo snapped, then wrinkled his nose. "Even more of an asshole, that is. Barely even civil. What the hell crawled up--"
"Duo. Shut up."
Duo grunted, unwilling to let the mental thoughts go, even if he closed his mouth. He'd argued enough already with Heero; the only reason he could get away with complaining was because Heero hated to argue in public. Okay, that, and Trowa's immediate reaction upon seeing Duo had just brought all the animosity back to the surface -- which puzzled Duo to some extent, because even though he'd always known Trowa didn't like him for some reason, it had never gotten in the way of them working together. And he'd been able to mostly breeze through the years without having to acknowledge that quiet dislike, and it had never really been an issue. Then, two weeks ago, Trowa began glaring at him. At first he'd thought he had something on the end of his nose, or his forehead, but Trowa didn't let up, and the next day it was the same stony silence, and the day after that... Trowa had calmed, a little, but he still seemed to be pointedly trying to tell Duo something and being in Trowa-speak, it was making about as much sense as Relena might if she were to walk up and announce she was leaving everything behind to live in a threeway with Noin and Dorothy.
Although, Duo reflected, if he got to watch, at least, he wouldn't mind too much. Heero would have apoplexy, of course. Duo enjoyed momentarily the notion of his boyfriend's eyes bugging out of his head -- mild visual revenge for the complete disregard for his feelings when it came to Trowa and the Nonstop Glower -- then glanced up again to see Trowa staring at him again but not really at him. In fact, Trowa's mouth hung open just a little, eyes wider than Duo had ever seen; Quatre had leaned over to whisper something in Trowa's ear. Whatever it was, it was taking several seconds to say, and hell, was Trowa blushing?
"Yo," Duo muttered, elbowing Heero, "what's going on over there? Did Quatre come up with the magic words finally of 'be nice to Duo or I hurt you'?"
"Hardly." Heero twisted sideways in the booth to lean close, his chin brushing Duo's shoulder as his lips came close to Duo's ear; warm breath brushed over Duo's ear and cheek, making him shiver, as Heero hmm'ed again. "I bet I know what he's saying, though."
"Really? You gonna tell me or do I have to threaten you with copious amounts of garlic?" Duo didn't take his eyes off the pair by the door; Trowa's blush had grown to a full crimson state, and Duo didn't want to miss a second of seeing Trowa lose that impenetrable cool.
"I'm not a vampire," Heero pointed out, then chuckled. "You are mine. No one else's." His voice dropped even lower, almost breathy as it hit the bottom of Heero's baritone range. "And when we get home, just to remind you of that, I'm going to fuck you hard and long until you beg me to come, and when I've come in your ass and you're dripping my cum down your legs, I'm gonna flip you over and ram your dick up my ass, and fuck you harder until you come, and you won't ever forget that you're mine, and no one else's."
"Uh." Duo swallowed hard, unable to look at Heero. His ears felt awfully hot, and his dick had jumped to instant attention with that visual. "Do we have to stay for dinner?" He swallowed again, uncomfortably aware his voice had gone up into a bit higher register than he'd intended.
"Yes." Heero's hand landed on Duo's thigh, running up to the juncture of hip and leg, and squeezed lightly.
Duo squeaked.
"Hey, sorry we're late," Quatre announced, stepping out of the way so Trowa could slide into the booth first. Trowa nodded politely to both; his smile to Duo was almost smug, and he settled in close to Quatre with a proprietory air.
Duo blinked, realized Heero's hand was still on an important part of his anatomy, and the last few necessary functions came roaring back to life. Oh, so Trowa had been jealous. Duo wondered what in space would make Trowa think that, and made a note that in the future, he'd be a bit more circumspect when hanging out with Quatre. No treading on the lion's tail by flirting with the boyfriend, Duo decided, but he'd figure out the finer details of his best behavior after he'd fucked Heero sixteen ways to Sunday. And then back again.
Pleased, Duo smiled back at Trowa just as smugly.
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Date: 5 Jan 2006 05:10 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 7 Jan 2006 08:20 pm (UTC)Sometimes, trouble is good. *smirk*
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Date: 7 Jan 2006 01:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 7 Jan 2006 08:21 pm (UTC)But come on, Quatre would so be manly. Look at his dad! He'd turn out to be quite studly, I think.
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Date: 7 Jan 2006 08:49 pm (UTC)Ah, it's been so long since I watched the series, I completely forgot Trowa was amnesiac for a time. You make a strong point, now that I remember that. :)
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Date: 10 Jan 2006 06:23 am (UTC)Actually, the only people I recall going down from Heero (other than thrown grenades and joint-attacks with Duo, not counting Gundam strikes) was hand-to-hand, much like Wufei. Quatre and Duo, IIRC, are the only ones who hold a gun and fire. Well, and Relena. Heh.
Eventually I'll get off my duff and keep doing the episode analyses. Those were fun for at least making my brain stretch to contemplate all the different plot-threads. Good practice for complexifying my own stories, I think.
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Date: 10 Jan 2006 06:22 pm (UTC)Nothing like seeing how the knot comes undone, to figure out how to make it impossible to untangle in the future, indeed. I really enjoying tracing the character's possible thought-processses and where the plot branches out - or implies it might - in sepparate episodes of a series. :) I should read yours, definitively. You've piqued my interest now, you evil woman, you.