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Disclaimers: This is an NC-17 2x4 yaoi fic, if the idea of yaoi and/or homosexual activity offends you then firstly, go screw yourself, second, go away. Far away. Colony L2 if that kinda distance suits you okay.
The Gundam Wing characters don’t belong to me, this story is only intended for non-commercial entertainment ^_~
I know perfectly well that there are some people out there who’d rather I kept to the conventional 1x2 and 3x4 pairings, but I did warn you… plus there were far too many 1x2’s on the site already.
Reviews? In the words of ZnK “pretty please with Duo on top?” (cute, huh?)

Let Your Hair Down

Quatre sighed contentedly and took up the seat at the small dinner table. He’d been staying at the hotel for about three weeks now, it wasn’t anything amazingly flashy but it had character and everything he needed for a good night’s sleep. It had been five years since the end of the war, his Sandrock had been gone for half a decade now and, despite the fact that he’d no real need to work, he’d been flitting about from job to job trying to find something to fill his life with.

Helping people had good repercussions for him. Doing voluntary work, reading to children at the hospital, visiting a friend of his at the local nursing home or driving for the ring and ride service seemed to make him feel worth something. Other than having a naturally genial disposition, being a mecha pilot was the only thing he had an innate talent for.

He shrugged off this negative train of thought, picked up his knife and fork and took a few bites of his lasagna before he looked up… the man who’d just sat down at the table in front of him. It couldn’t be.

Yes it could. The thick, bouncy American accent, the outfit: dressed from head to toe in black, the metal cross that swung briefly into Quatre’s line of sight, and, of course, the legendary now knee-length chestnut braid. *Finally,* Quatre thought, smiling to himself, *a familiar face.* Despite the fact that he had his back turned to him.

Quatre laughed quietly to himself and waited until they’d both finished their meals before he got up and tapped Duo Maxwell on the shoulder. “Hello stranger,” Quatre said with a grin as Duo turned around and caught his eye.

Duo leapt to his feet and threw his arms around his old friend, “Quatre! Man, I can’t believe it’s you! How long’s it been?”

“About four months now,” he estimated, remembering the last time they’d spoken, “How’ve you been, Duo? I haven’t seen you in far too long. I really missed you, I feel lonely when I don’t hear your voice. You and the others spent so much time with me, it feels strange if I don’t at least hear from you for a while. So, are you staying here?” he said quickly, trying to avoid admitting just how much he’d missed them.

“Yeah,” Duo enthused, still grinning his trademark lop-sided grin, feeling so invigorated on seeing just who he always wanted to see, “got here five nights ago. You wanna walk ‘n’ talk?”

So the two ex-Gundam pilots took to the boardwalk by the beach. They talked for two hours solid, telling each other almost everything and reminiscing about everything else. They walked down to the beach together and sat on the sand, letting the tips of the waves wash over their feet.

“I cannot believe that we’ve been staying in the same hotel for five days and haven’t run into each other even once,” Quatre remarked, neither of them had stopped smiling since they’d laid eyes on each other, “You’d think the odds of that would be… oh, I dunno, a million to one.”

Duo laughed and looked up at the dusky sky. He thought for a minute and then smiled to himself. “You know,” he said slowly, wondering where the conversation was going to go after this, “It seems a little silly, doesn’t it?”

“What?”

“Well, the both of us staying in the same hotel in two different rooms,” Duo shrugged flippantly, staring straight out at the ocean, hardly daring to look Quatre face on. “We’re both good friends and, I dunno about you, but my room’s way big enough for the both of us. Just doesn’t make sense in us both paying for two rooms when we could just use the one.”

Quatre nodded, “Sounds like a good idea. My room’s only a single, though. We’ll use yours then.” *I hope he’s hinting at what I think he is…*

“Sure,” Duo said eagerly, “It’s just a double room, not a twin. But it would seem silly too if one of us slept on the sofa… we could share a bed.”

There was a short silence. “It’s cold,” Quatre commented bluntly, “It would be okay if we slept up against each other. The heating might not work right.”

Duo smiled inwardly, putting on Heero’s expressionless mask, “Would seem a bit stupid not to take advantage of it, not to snuggle up a little… if the heating’s not right.”

Quatre nodded, finally figuring out that Duo was on the same wavelength as he was, “It would wouldn’t it?... seem a little silly not to. Not to hold each other,” he replied in a strangely calm agreement.

Zero two sighed and moved his hand a little closer to Quatre’s, “Would be strange, to have two people in the same bed…” Duo nodded, “…knowing each other so well, not resting in each other’s arms, just for a while.”

Quatre felt himself blush for the first time ages, “Would be strange… not to touch each other.”

“… not to kiss each other…”

“… not to caress…”

“… not to make love,” Duo ventured quietly, hoping that he hadn’t just completely freaked Quatre out.

Still not looking him in the eyes, Quatre nodded and let Duo slip his hand onto his and entwine their fingers. They sat for a while, gazing out to the horizon serenely, contemplating the unexpected pact that they’d just made. How on earth did they get onto that? Quatre brushed off his confusion, he’d always felt a strange connection to the Deathscythe pilot. Something about him matched Quatre’s own personality. Of course, that could have just been the fact that he was the only other Gundam pilot that was gay but, somehow, someway, there was some… thing more to him. Something other people never saw.

Duo got to his feet and pulled the spare key from his pocket and tossed it down onto the sand next to Quatre, “I’ll see you around seven?” he asked curiously, giving Quatre a gentle wink.

Quatre finally looked Duo straight in the eyes, “Yeah,” he smiled at the loving look his friend was using, “I’ll come round then…” he trailed off as Duo stole a quick kiss from his cheek. Quatre sighed with a grin and then turned around to say something more, to his surprise, Duo was already on the promenade and almost out of sight. *I must’ve been savoring that touch longer than I thought,* he wondered, running his fingers across the spot on his face still a little wet from Duo’s lips. *Why have I missed him so much?*
*Six fifty five…* Duo wondered to himself, rubbing the back of his neck, *not like him to be early, or late for that matter*. He fidgeted a little before he answered the door. *I’m not nervous,* he thought adamantly, *Duo Maxwell does not get nervous,* he told himself again. Nothing had ever got him tense before, not like this. He’d been with plenty of other guys, sex was not something he ever got worried about.

*Plenty of other guys, but no one that I’ve actually been in love with,* Duo added mentally and he pulled the door open. “Who the hell are you?” he asked, more harshly than he usually would have, to the complete stranger standing at he door.

“Oh,” said the woman a little taken aback, “my friend said he was staying here… he wrote his room number down for me, see?” she said, handing Duo the piece of paper, “Room 801.”

Duo eyed the paper suspiciously, noticing that the eight seemed a little uneven. He sighed and turned the number upside down so it read 108 and handed it back to the woman, “I think this is the room you want,” he suggested tiredly. The woman was extremely apologetic and left rather hurriedly after that. Duo breathed a huge sigh of frustration and leant back against the closed door.

*Six fifty seven… oh man, he’s gonna come as soon as my wristwatch clicks over to seven, isn’t he?*

Three minutes later, there was a knock at the door. *Why’s he knocking? I gave him a key.* Duo went to stand up and found that his legs had weakened, “Come in,” he shouted through the door. *Oh just stand up, you little wuss!* Duo yelled silently at himself. He finally got to his feet after Quatre put his suitcase down to the side of the room.

“Hey Quatre,” Duo said softly, walking up to him and slipping his arms around Quatre’s waist, “Feelin’ okay?”

Quatre smiled broadly, “Never been better,” he answered, resting his head on Duo’s shoulder. He felt Duo rub his hands across his back and sighed happily, brushing his lips against Duo’s neck.

As if in silent agreement, Quatre nodded as he was taken by his hands and sat down on the bed. Duo knelt down on the bed next to him and kissed him on the forehead, sliding his hands down to Quatre’s chest, slowly unbuttoning his archetypal dusky pink shirt, grateful for the fact that Quatre seemed happy to sit there while he took control.

Duo slipped Quatre’s shirt over his shoulders, leaving him bare from the waist up. Quatre shivered as he felt Duo draw his fingers seductively across his naked back and down to his pants, pulling off his belt with one swift tug. Quatre groaned softly and pulled at Duo’s dark green tank top, *I wonder why he’s dressed like Heero,* he thought subconsciously as Duo gently lowered him onto his back, kissing him down into the pillows.

Quatre realized that he’d never been able to figure just how much he wanted this. To have somebody already so close to his heart, love him so intimately. Duo was perfect for his first time: a friend, with enough experience to know what he was doing, who genuinely cared about him.

Duo kicked off his shoes and slipped away Quatre’s jeans, his lover imitating him perfectly. Duo turned to pull the blankets up around them, sensing Quatre’s mounting feeling of vulnerability. When they were completely covered, Duo ran his hands down Quatre’s naked body and pulled down his boxers. Quatre let out a gasp of surprise when Duo tenderly grasped at the hardened length between Quatre’s legs, pulling down his head and licking at his tip.

“Duo…” Quatre moaned quietly, instinctively arching up off the bed and pushing his hips towards his new lover.

“You do know you can be as loud as you want, don’t you?” Duo said, momentarily lifting his head up from underneath the sheets. He currently realized the rubbing pain of his own erection and pulled off his underwear, sighing in relief at the reprieve it gave him. He stroked Quatre slowly and tenderly, drawing moans of pure pleasure from Quatre’s lips with every touch.

*I can’t believe I’m doing this,* Duo thought elatedly, *he’s finally here, I’ve finally got Quatre here with me. I want him so much…*

After a few minutes, taking Quatre to his limit and then letting him settle down again until he was liable to orgasm with a single brush, Duo smoothly took Quatre into his mouth, straight to the back of his throat. Quatre caught his breath and cried Duo’s name as loudly as he could, grabbing at the sheets and thrusting up into his mouth. “Duo,” he croaked, “Duo I’m gonna…”

“I know,” Duo mumbled, sucking harder with every passing moment. Quatre writhed in ecstasy on the bed, bucking his hips up to Duo’s face. He couldn’t compare the delight to anything he’d ever felt before. Duo’s touch sent the strangest sensations streaming through his body, a violent shiver that made him want to scream with pleasure instead of pain. The shivers built up in his body until he felt he would burst or go insane with bliss. He continued to cry for him, telling him to go on, not to stop. He wanted to stay locked in this state for as long as possible.

Duo plunged his tongue down into the small slit of Quatre’s sex, finally making him come. Quatre yelled so hard it hurt his throat, falling into exhaustion on the bed he’d been sat up from. Duo continued to suck at his lover, to Quatre’s amazement, swallowing everything he gave him.

“You swallowed me?” Quatre breathed as Duo surfaced from the sheets, rubbing his crotch up against Quatre’s thigh. Duo nodded and nuzzled his neck, “Just you,” he whispered, “no one else,” he added to the puzzled look on Quatre’s face.

Quatre smiled as Duo pulled himself up on top of him. He suddenly felt anxious, as Duo grabbed a tube of lubricant off the night stand, *I’m still a virgin, I have to tell him.* “Duo,” he said hurriedly. His lover looked Quatre straight in the eyes and stroked his face. “Will it hurt?”

Duo frowned, “Oh, you’re new to this? I’ll be gentle I promise… If you’re a virgin, it’ll hurt a little but only for a second and it’s so worth it, I swear,” he added desperately. He wanted Quatre. He loved him and secretly worshipped the ground he walked on. He couldn’t bear the thought that he might hurt his sweet little love.

Quatre felt himself shake lightly every time Duo touched him, when he moved his legs apart Quatre almost felt sick with nerves. Duo gulped, “If you want me to stop, you will tell me, won’t you?” he asked kindly, Quatre nodded and winced as Duo kissed the inside of his legs, amazingly making him harden for the second time that night.

He jumped and whimpered suddenly as Duo quickly slipped a finger inside him. Duo kissed him gently and moved his finger around to help him get used to the sensation before making Quatre’s eyes widen as he slipped in another two. “Mmm…” Quatre groaned. The feeling of Duo’s fingers inside him was incredible, the way he was stretching him was almost as if he was trying to find something.

“Aaah!” Quatre shrieked loudly, breaking their kiss, caught off guard as Duo’s fingers hit his prostate. Quatre though, being as inexperienced as he was, had no idea what had just happened. “You okay?” Duo asked apprehensively, his face still barely an inch from Quatre’s.

“Yeah…” he breathed, nodding vigorously and surprised that he hadn’t come for a second time, “can you do that again?”

Duo laughed and kissed Quatre’s neck softly, “I can try… you mean this?” Quatre screamed in reply and Duo knew he’d got it right as his lover arched up off the bed and continued to moan quietly. Duo pulled his fingers away, much to Quatre’s protest, and pulled his legs up a little more, positioning himself at Quatre’s entrance.

Quatre felt his heart thudding relentlessly in chest as Duo’s tip pressed against him. He gritted his teeth as Duo pushed into him, not wanting to spoil this moment by crying out in pain. “Relax,” Duo whispered, “if you tense, it’ll hurt.” Quatre did as he said, knowing that Duo had enough experience in his life to know what he was talking about. Instantly, he felt relief, and not just relief but enjoyment, the waves of pleasure came flooding back as he cried Duo’s name when his lover began to thrust into him. “Ohh…” he sighed repeatedly as Duo placed butterfly-like kisses all over his chest and neck. Quatre’s breathing intensified as Duo quickened a little, the unbelievable sense of having someone else inside him was different to every feeling he could imagine, and not just someone else but Duo, feeling him pulsating as he thrust into him was heaven. Quatre let out a familiar shriek as Duo brushed his prostate again, throwing his head back and bucking his hips up.

Duo groaned with every move, making an almost continuous stream of noise. Quatre was so tight and firm. Duo had never been with a virgin before and he loved it. The grip on his sex was so good and every thing was intensified by his love for him. Duo felt Quatre reciprocating his passion. The blond Gundam pilot rocked into him in time with his thrusts, driving him wild, the pleasure building up and up, mounting inside him like nothing before.

“Oh god Quatre, yes!” Duo shouted, knowing he would climax at any second. He’d never imagined sex could be this perfect. He picked up his pace and made Quatre scream in ecstasy, hearing his own name yelled sexually, by someone he adored so much felt wonderful. “Yes… Quatre, Quatre I love you!” Duo couldn’t help but cry as came, harder than he had before in his life.

Quatre couldn’t decide whether Duo had meant that or not and couldn’t be bothered to contemplate it, feeling his own impending orgasm. He grabbed an exhausted Duo’s neck and climaxed, shouting louder than he could ever remember doing, coming onto his and Duo’s stomachs. Duo shook his head as Quatre mumbled fatigued apologies and collapsed completely.

“Duo… I was-” Quatre began wearily.

“Stop apologizing, will ya?” he said, grinning broadly, “That has happened so many times, you wouldn’t believe it. Not that I’ve been with many…” he trailed off as Quatre put a finger to his lips and kissed him softly, “That wasn’t what I was going to say,” he whispered quickly, feeling too tired to get many words out of his mouth at once. “I just wanted to know if you were single that’s all.”

Duo couldn’t help but feel a little hurt by that, but nodded his head anyway, “I’d never do that, Quatre,” he said, wanting to redeem himself, “Even if a relationship was only sexual, I’d break it off first before I started with anyone else… come to think of it, the relationships I have been in so far have only been sexual,” he continued, thinking aloud more than anything else, “hmm… I’ve had sex a lot but I’ve only actually been with three different guys. How about you?”

“I thought I said I was a virgin?” Quatre replied, now draped across Duo’s chest, aware that he hadn’t said it in as many words but felt it was implied.

Duo shook his head, “I know, I didn’t mean that. I just meant, have you had a boyfriend? You don’t have to be sexual to have a boyfriend, ne?” Quatre shuddered at the thought of what happened the last time. “Well… no,” Quatre conceded, “As much as I’d have liked… no.”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” Duo smiled, “you wouldn’t believe some of the stuff I’ve heard from my ex. Did you guess wrong?” he asked with an even broader smile.

Quatre nodded and sighed, “Before I came here I was staying with Trowa, I think I was trying to avoid going home. Anyway, we were so close as friends, we went everywhere together and we both really enjoyed each other’s company. I thought he was giving me, you know, ‘signals’? I was so sure that he was hinting at being more than friends that I asked him about it… hmph. Not a good idea, let me tell you. He’s totally hetero and he didn’t even know I wasn’t… well, the next few days were a living nightmare. We tried to forget about it but that didn’t work, so that’s why I’m here.”

Duo laughed at the similarity to his own encounters, “Weird, you know I had the exact same experience with Heero about two years ago,” he said, cringing at the memory of it, “but I bet Trowa didn’t punch you in the face for kissing him. That hurt. In more ways than one.”

Quatre smiled and nuzzled Duo’s chest. They lay like that for a while, lost in their dazed bliss. “That was the greatest night of my life,” Quatre said suddenly. It took a while for Duo to register what his lover had just said. When he did he realized that it was probably the best phrase he could imagine hearing. “Um… Duo?”

“Yeah?” Duo said, rubbing Quatre’s back again.

“Did you mean what you said when you came… I mean…” he stammered just about incoherently, “I know people are driven to say things that they don’t necessarily mean in the middle of-”

Duo cut him short by flipping him onto his back and attacking his mouth. Quatre sighed and smiled into their passionate kiss, grabbing at Duo’s arms as he felt his lover’s powerfully muscled legs wrap around his slender waist. Duo pulled his face about two inches back and said, “Five years, Quatre,” kissing his face and nuzzling his neck, “that’s one hell of a long time to love someone and not get loved back.”

Quatre felt terribly guilty all of a sudden, “All this time?”

“All this time.”

“Whoa… um… I’m really sorry,” Quatre said quietly, “I had no idea. I thought you had a thing for Hilde, I mean, before I found out. After that I just… well, I never thought you’d go for me, to be honest.”

Duo was completely nonplussed, he just couldn’t fathom out why Quatre thought like that. Hardly matters now, does it? Duo asked himself with a smile, but there’s something… “You know my sexuality was never a secret.”

Quatre frowned, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“What was the point? If the subject had come up, sure I would’ve said something,” he replied honestly, “but when you’re a Gundam pilot it doesn’t really come into life much. We were never intimately close enough as a group to talk about that sorta stuff, were we?”

“I guess not… what are you gonna do now?”

Duo shrugged, “Well, as I see it, I know where Heero is, I know where Trowa is and now I’ve found you the only Gundam who’s missing is Wufei. I’d like to know how he’s doing, you know? He probably doesn’t want to see me, if I remember him right, but he might want to see you. And whatever I end up doing now, I’m sorry, but you have to come with me, you’ve got no choice.”

Quatre smiled as he felt the post-orgasmic daze drain every ounce of energy from him and moaned softly as Duo wrapped his arms tightly around him. He suddenly felt very safe and loved. Duo leaned in and kissed his lover on the cheek one last time before they finally slipped into each other’s dreams.

~end~

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