by Hex
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Keep in mind the only thing I own is my car. If you really want my 89 grey toyota crapolla err... Corolla on it's second transmission and refurbished alternator go ahead. I think you'll get $50 at the scrap yard for it. Well, I did just get new CV boots and brake pads.
The whole point of this fic is the joke at the end but I also wrote it in response to all those fics I read where Quatre is this sweet perfect little girlie boy. With that said beware of Quatre as one of the fouled mouthed, pervy, hockey playing, beer swilling guys^_^. Don't worry he's still our sweet Quatre-kun. He's just horny and perverted.
"Yes Duo, hunt. Stalk!" Quatre declared with relish pointing in the direction of the old man who walked towards his car. The pair had already been circling the parking lot for fifteen minutes trying to find the ever-elusive "spot".
"Come on old man let's go!" Duo said as other "spotless" cars started to form a line behind them. With the gym sharing a parking lot with a high school available parking spots were few during the week.
"Be patient Duo. We've already waited 15 minutes. Five more won't kill us. Besides it's satanically cold out today, his car will have to warm up before he goes anywhere." Quatre stated as he took another sip out of his already half depleted water bottle.
"But I want to play racquet ball." Duo whined
"Duo we don't even know how to play." Quatre pointed out.
"What's to know? You hit the ball, I hit the ball, you hit the ball, I hit the ball, you hit the ball, I hit you in the back of the head with the ball [1]...." Duo chimed as he waved at the old man who had pulled out of his spot.
"I swear if you hit me in the head with the ball I'll shove my racquet up your ass." Quatre threatened.
"That'll be the first bit of action my ass has seen in six months." Duo muttered as he put the car into park. Quatre snickered as they both got out of Duo's car, a black 95 Civic [2] with silver rims. Quatre was almost positive that Duo had bought the car simply because of the rims, all other consideration out the window. Quatre bit his tongue on the subject because Duo really did get a good deal on the car. Still the frivolous nature that Duo sometimes displayed with silly things like that always managed to amuse him.
Duo and Quatre happily stepped into the gym lobby, which was blissfully heated. The girl working the desk fluttered her eyelashes at Duo. Quatre rolled his eyes heavenward, asking for strength. If the girl only knew that Duo liked it up the ass she'd probably think a little differently. She smiled the same sly grin at him, but the eyelashes didn't move. 'Oh so you go for second best too. How sweet.' Quatre thought to himself sarcastically. Quatre loved Duo within an inch of the gregarious boy's life but sometimes he got a little frustrated being in his shadow. Duo was two inches taller with a decent build. His shoulders were broad enough to suit him but he wasn't overly huge. He moved like a cat and spent most of his time acting like a one, that was in heat. Duo was outgoing, friendly, well liked and down right gorgeous. He had a thick brown braid that dangled to his ass. His eyes were purple, not blue, not green, not brown, but purple.
They sat under dark brows and were framed by dark lashes. His smile was absolutely breath taking. It brightened up his entire face. People gravitated to Duo like moths to a flame. Quatre admitted to being among them but Quatre had special status. He was Duo's best friend. Which did have its drawbacks. Quatre usually found himself in the unhappy situation of finding something hot and possibly interesting when they went to the bar. And as always said 'hot' and interesting thing asks about Duo. It was inevitable. Just like Quatre's self pity was swept away by Duo draping an arm over his shoulder and giving him a look that said to him plain as day 'like hell sweetheart.' Quatre laughed and bounced over to the change room so they could lock up their bags.
[1] This is an actual joke K and I make every time we walk by the Racquet (I know this doesn't matter, but the annoying red line that popped up underneath it was bothering me) ball courts in the gym we go to.
[2] This is K's Dads car. I love the rims^_^