Because Of A Game

"Okay, I choose you Quatre."

"Why me? Duo, all I have on are my boxers. I want to keep them on."

Heero snorted. "Quatre, you, Sally, and Duo have to play each other to be even with everybody else. You better get going."

Quatre leaned forward but was stopped by Wufei's hand on his shoulder. "Don't even think about running for it. You're not going to get past me and Trowa."

Trowa nodded. The whole game was hysterical from Sally's point of view. The first one naked was Trowa. He didn't seem to mind though. Next was Wufei, followed by Heero. Duo only had his boxers left, and so did Quatre, but it appeared he was going to lose those very soon. Sally had her panties on, so she was tying with the other two boys. The whole night had been very interesting to say the least.

"Duo, you're cheating! You know how to play this game. That's not fair!"

"No I don't! I borrowed this from next door in exchange for Mortal Kombat! I never played this game before either."

"Heero, scoot over! You're sitting too close to me!"

"Wufei, you scoot over! You're the one getting closer to me!"

"Ha! I won! Take it off Quatre!"

"Ooh, but I don't want to take them off."

Sally jumped up from her spot on the floor. "Come on Quatre, take it off! Woo hoo! Take it off!"

"Woman," Wufei started, "why are you doing that every time someone losses? Is it not good enough that you sleep with me?"

Sally walked over to Wufei and sat in his lap. "Of course you're enough for me. I don't want anyone else but you. It's just that I'm very lucky. I mean, how many girls get to be alone in a room with five, naked, handsome, naked, nicely built, naked young men?"

Wufei looked to Trowa, who only smirked back and shrugged. "I give up," is all he said.

"Thanks babe." She quickly kissed him. "Okay Quatre, take it off! Yeah!"

Trowa laughed out loud and joined in with Sally, chanting for Quatre to take off his boxers, followed by Duo and Heero. He won't forget, for as long as he lives, the expression on Quatre's face as he declared, on his ancestors, vengeance for this humiliation. But in truth, it will be worth it.

***

Trowa stood in front of the refrigerator, still naked as the day he was born, in search of something to drink. Deciding on grapefruit juice, he poured a small amount into a somewhat clean glass and drank carefully, watching for anything that was floating in the liquid that shouldn't be there. Duo came in then, still wearing his boxers, the obvious winner. "Admit it Tro, you're having fun."

He smiled at his friend. "Duo, I admit that I am, but it only means all of us need psychological help."

"Yeah, whatever. Tro, can I talk to you for a sec?"

"Sure," he said, placing the glass in the sink.

"We can talk on the stairs so that we won't be heard, but at the same time we can hear what else is going on."

"Okay." Both boys walked to the staircase, where Duo sat down but Trowa stood in front of him, waiting. "What's up Duo?"

He sighed. "I just, I really appreciate you all coming here and playing the game, even though it's something you all wouldn't normally do, and especially you for taking the initiative. The others wouldn't have gone for it if you hadn't agreed to it first."

Trowa shrugged. "No problem. Whether they will admit it or not, they are having fun. Sally is going to love you for the rest of your life, you know."

Duo only snorted, a small smile gracing his features. "I'm glad somebody does."

Trowa didn't say anything. He just waited for the pause to take its course, and for Duo to elaborate on his statement. But instead, Duo reached up and softly pinched Trowa's nipples, making him gasp in surprise before shying away from the touch. "Duo!"

"Sorry, I just....I needed to touch you."

"Yeah maybe, but not like that."

"Trowa! Duo! Where are you?"

Trowa, with lightening speed, turned around and darted back into the kitchen. Luckily for him, no one was there at the moment.

"Wufei! I'm on the stairs and Trowa's in the kitchen. What's up? Who won the double or nothing? You or Sally?"

"I did," he stated triumphantly. "So that means when we get back, she has to strip for me." Even though none of the lights were on, Trowa could see the gleam in his eyes.

"What, you and Sal are leaving now?"

"Of course! It's three in the morning. Some of us don't have noon classes," he said smugly.

"Yeah really," Quatre added in, walking past Duo up the stairs, "and some of us actually go to class."

Duo only snorted. "Alright Fei, see you sometime tomorrow, and Q, I can't help it if I'm such a genius and don't need to be there to make an A."

"Hn," Quatre finished, before disappearing up the stairs.

Heero then appeared in the kitchen archway, fully dressed. "I'm gone, just letting you know."

"Sure thing, and call me when you get home to let us know you didn't wreck your car."

"Right. Later." Trowa stood by the sink and waited until he heard the front door close. Once Heero, Sally and Wufei were gone, he quietly but with determination, walked into the living room and started to collect his clothes. The ones Heero wore he put in a pile beside the couch, and he had yet to find the clothes he was actually wearing, not that it mattered.

"Trowa wait. Don't go yet."

He looked up at one of his best friends, his voice slightly wavering from a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. "What Duo? I have to go to school tomorrow."

"I know, it's just...can we talk for a minute. Please?"

Sighing in frustration, Trowa sat down on the couch, putting on a sock and listening with half an ear. "Alright Duo." He sat up, settling himself in the couch. "Talk."

Duo sat down next to Trowa, fidgeting with the end of his braid. "Don't you ever think about us? About what could have been?"

Trowa bent down, continuing his search for the missing sock. "No Duo, I don't. It doesn't do any good to think about things that way."

"Well why not? I think about it all the time. Especially the bus ride home."

"Duo, what are you getting at?" /Where in the hell is that sock?/

"I'm saying that, well, maybe we should try again. It's obvious you're still attracted to me–"

"And what makes you think that?" /Oh, fuck the sock!/

"I know you Trowa. I remember the time when a guy touched you on the arm at the club, and it was a pretty innocent touch but you damn near broke his arm. You didn't lay a finger on me."

"Duo, I'm your friend. Friends don't hurt each other that way, or keep them up all night when they have to go to school."

"Trowa, stop it! This is important to me, okay! You are important to me. Look, seeing you like this is turning me on and it damn near showed several times during the game. And I saw you glancing at me from time to time too. Don't try to lie."

Trowa growled as he stood up and grabbed his boxers, hastily pulling them up. He didn't want to admit it. All night he stared at Duo, wishing nobody else was around so that he could touch him, taste him, feel his body against his. He wanted to play with his hair, to press his body against his, to make him moan. And Duo knew it. Saw it all in his face and was tempting him to do it.

"What do you want from me Duo?"

"Sex."

"No. Not gonna happen."

"Bullshit. You say ‘no' about as often as a hooker."

"Fuck you."

"That's the damn idea!"

"Duo, I mean it. I–"

Duo stood up quickly and silenced Trowa with a kiss. He tried to step back and break it, but Duo only held his head closer and kissed him harder, sliding his tongue in his mouth. All of his earlier inhibitions disappeared as he wrapped his arms around the slender waist, one hand rubbing the soft skin of his back, the other pulling the band off the bottom of the braid, allowing the hair to unravel. Pushing him slightly, Duo fell back on the couch and pulled Trowa on top of him, still kissing passionately.

Breaking the kiss, Trowa attacked Duo's neck, biting and sucking as the boy underneath him writhed and groaned, while trying to pull off both of their boxers. Trowa easily kissed his way down Duo's chest and stomach, circling his tongue around Duo's pert nipples before gently biting, the latter trying his best not to call out.

Trowa kissed all the way down to Duo's boxers, and carefully tugged them down to his ankles and off, sending them flying over his shoulder. Looking into Duo's eyes, he saw a lust there that ate at his soul, and urged him forward. Gripping Duo roughly, he took him in his mouth completely, driven by the stifled cry he heard. He worked fast and hard, loving the sounds Duo was making, the way he couldn't lay still, the screechings of the couch they were on, and the fact that Quatre was upstairs and could be there at any time exhilarated him.

Feeling Duo stiffen, he let up and nabbed one of his t–shirts off of the floor, catching it all when Duo came. He had just barely threw it back on the floor when Duo jumped on his lap and kissed him again. The fact that Duo kept wiggling on his lap made him so hard that it hurt.

"Trowa....fuck me....please.."

Unable to resist his pleading, Trowa was about to prepare Duo when he realized they needed something first. "Uh, don't you think we need lube?"

He saw Duo's lust filled eyes squint in confusion as he tried to decipher what was said. "Lube? What do we need lube fo– oh shit! Wait, I do have some. Be right back." Hopping off of his lap, Duo quickly ran around the coffee table and up the stairs, his feet quiet in the still house. Trowa stood up and took off his boxers then, but his mind reeled at the realization of what was going on. He and Duo were...were about to...he couldn't say it, not even in his mind. This was happening too fast. He and Hilde had just broken up, and they haven't spent time alone like this since–

"Hey." Trowa opened his eyes to see Duo standing in front of him, caressing his cheek with the utmost care. "Are you alright? You're just standing here with your eyes closed."

That was all Duo could get out before he was pushed back onto the couch. Trowa kneeled beside him and took him in his mouth again as he plucked the lube out of his lover's hand and spread it over his finger before inserting it. He saw Duo grit his teeth in pain, so he applied less pressure until the muscle relaxed, allowing the slick digit to enter. When he heard Duo gasp, he knew he had found the spot and inserted another finger. A few minutes later, a third joined the other two and it wasn't long before Duo grew impatient.

"Damnit Trowa, sometime tonight would nice."

Smiling, and a tad bit nervous, he removed his fingers and got on the couch between Duo's legs, and positioned himself at his entrance, waiting for any last minute protests. There were none. Slowly, so as not to hurt him, Trowa entered him right up to the hilt, and then relaxed.

"Okay," he said more to himself than anything else. "Okay." And with ease, he started moving in and out, gasping slightly at Duo's tightness. Duo on the other hand, dug his nails into Trowa's shoulders as he breathed heavily through clenched teeth.

Eventually the pace picked up, both boys still quiet although wishing otherwise. Duo's legs were completely wrapped around Trowa, and the latter pounded into him in almost violent intent.

"Oh god...Trowa. Oh god, oh god oh Trowa, ah!" Duo screamed as the hot liquid burned between their already heated skin, making their bodies even slicker. Trowa, unable to hold out any longer, stiffened as he filled Duo. Breathing heavily, he pulled out of Duo before sitting back down on the couch.

Duo, after a minute or so, reached down and picked up Trowa's boxers, throwing them at him. "It's after four. You got class at nine don't you?" Trowa nodded his head. "Then get moving or else you're going to be late."

He got up then, put on his boxers, jeans, and a t–shirt, but just grabbed the rest of his clothes and held them in a bundle. He slipped into his shoes, even though he still only had one sock on, and walked briskly to the door.

"I know you're not the one to talk, but don't mention this to anybody, okay?" Trowa turned in the direction of the voice, noticing that Duo hadn't moved an inch. "I...I'm not ashamed of you, I meant what I said, but right now...I, well, I guess I'm confused. I didn't expect this." He looked up to the banged boy then. "The game was a bad idea."

Trowa didn't say anything. When he was sure that Duo had finished, he left the townhouse, holding the bundle of clothes tightly to his chest. Tripping in the pothole again, this time twisting his other ankle, he limped up the stairs, but his progressed was slowed by the clothes held in front of him.

Once at the safety of the door, he balanced the bundle in one arm as he searched for his key in his jeans' pocket. Of course, it was foolish of him to think that this evening couldn't end without something to irritate him.

"Hey Trowa. Trowa Trowa Trowa, what are you doing?"

"Go away Tsuberov."

"Hey, you don't have to be that way man. Just asking what you are up to."

Trowa didn't bother to glance at him. "What does it look like I'm doing? Baking a cake?"

"Oh, cake does sound good."

He sighed, shaking his head to get a moth out of his hair. "You're such a loser."

"Hey man, do you have two dollars I can borrow?"

Where in the hell was his key? "No."

"Come on now man. You like, have a job and work and stuff. You gotta have two dollars. That's all I want. Every time I ask, you always tell me no."

"That's because I don't want to give you two dollars. I wouldn't give you money if my life depended on it."

"Hey man, that's cold. That's mean man. What have I done to you? It's only two dollars."

"If it's only two dollars," he retorted, turning the key in the lock as another moth whips in front of his face, "then why do you need to borrow it?"

"Come on now man." Tsuberov placed a hand on Trowa left rear pocket, feeling for money but at the same time coping a feel.

The door swung open and Trowa threw the clothes inside, his free hands coming around to push Tsuberov away. Stumbling slightly, the old man regained his balance on the rail. "Hey man, that wasn't cool–"

"Tell someone who gives a flying shit." Trowa quickly closed the door in his neighbor's face, completely spent. He picked up his clothes and walked into his bedroom, tossing them in a heap in the far corner. Kicking off his shoes and one sock, followed by his jeans, the spent boy slithered underneath the covers and decided against setting the alarm clock. If he got up in time, fine. If not, fine. As of right now, he didn't care.

Sighing into the pillow, Trowa allowed himself to finally relax and to let peace wash over him. He also allowed himself to think about the past hour and what it meant to him. When he was by himself, in the dark, he could always see the truth. And two things were prominent in all of his thoughts.

That was the best sex he ever had. What does that mean?

Good things don't last forever. So what does that mean?

Trowa sat up in bed and looked down at his Dragon Ball Z covers, before punching his pillow in frustration. "Shit!"

(tbc)