by Jessie Shockey
Note: Maghrib is the term for the evening salat, or prayer, in Islam. Also, this fic doesn't feature extremely ballsy Quatre, but neither is he wimpy. ^_^ And he's megeseme in the sequel.
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Forty men. Forty men. Here he was, fifteen years old, horny, hormonal, and pretty fucking near desperate, hiding out with forty men of varying degrees of hardbodiedness - big, burley, bearish men; tall, well-muscled men; short, well-muscled men; and one particularly enticing, whippet-slim young man – and all entirely off limits. Not that he faulted them for it. He actually respected their religion a great deal, and it was hardly their fault that they had all been born into a faith that completely forbid even the most harmless of fooling around within one's own gender. Catholicism was much the same in that respect, so he could definitely empathize. It was still frustrating, though.
The sun was setting, now, and the city was being called to evening salat. The Maguanacs had set out for the mosque some time ago - it was quite a walk, but they made a point of visiting at least once a day, if they could. The voice of the prayer-caller rang over the city in high, melodic tones. Usually, Duo loved watching the people stop in their tracks, halting whatever they were doing and falling, pressing their foreheads to the Earth. From the hill where their temporary compound sat, the crowded market streets seemed to move in a wave as everyone bowed at once, offering homage to their God. Usually, Duo would be watching. At the moment, though, he was busy.
"Fuck," he muttered, letting his head fall against the pillow as a fresh wave of pleasure struck him. His hair was slipping out of his braid - he would have to take it down and brush it again before the others returned. It felt like an odd sort of sacrilege to be doing this now - odd because it wasn't his religion he was violating - but it was really the only time he could think of when he'd known the building would be empty. He'd have to have been insane - or, alternatively, really really desperate, which basically amounted to the same thing - to try anything like this when there were forty other people in the house.
He'd been stunned when he'd passed the tiny shop on the way back from the market a few days before; he truly hadn't expected to see an adult store in a Muslim city, though he supposed it would be mad to assume that everyone here was as religious as his companions. On a whim, he'd stepped inside, glad for the moment that Quatre had been too busy to accompany him, that day. Though the young man did not speak of God as often as the others, he had so far done nothing to indicate a lack of religious fervor. Duo suspected that he was merely trying to be polite by not starting a religious debate with a boy who dressed as a Catholic priest - not that Duo was particularly religious, himself, but he appreciated the gesture.
He'd bought the vibrator then and kept it hidden among his things until the men had left for Maghrib and then used that opportunity to relieve a bit of his ...tension. In the days since, it had become a habit. He would open the bedroom window and door to let the cooling breeze blow through, turn on the ancient, squeaky ceiling fan, and stretch out naked on the bed, a ragged towel under his hips. He'd pilfered a small jar of Vaseline from the medicine cabinet and kept it with his things, as well, until moments like these when he would retrieve it and prep just enough to save himself discomfort on the first thrust. The first night, he'd rushed things, afraid to be caught at this guilty pleasure by the men who would soon be returning from prayer. Soon, though, he'd learned that they lingered at the mosque even after the prayer was finished, chatting with locals and simply being sociable. He'd relaxed, then, and let himself go, determined to enjoy his stolen time to the fullest.
Images of those forty men were flickering behind his eyelids as he slowly stroked himself in time with the thrusts he was making with the vibrator. He lingered longer on some than on others and lingered the longest on one in particular, slender like himself and golden- haired, so different from the others, with their dark hair and caramel-coffee skin. He moaned softly to himself as another wave of pleasure struck him and massaged the place that has caused it with the vibrator, shaking the with sweetness of it.
He should have got one of these long ago, he thought. His free hand, damp with precum, made it's lazy way across his stomach and twisted one nipple, rolling the nub between his fingers. Oh yeah....long ago.
How much time did he have? He cocked his head and listened, eyes tracing the patterns of light on the ceiling as he tried to gauge the time. The city was still praying, outside. It would be a while before the men returned. Secure in that knowledge, he let himself cry out as he thrust again, deeper and harder – then again, faster, the pace varied to prolong the pleasure.
It really was a shame he was alone, he thought. He had so much to offer, after all. Duo's laughter dissolved into a breathless moan as he gripped his erection and stroked it quickly. As much as he was enjoying himself alone, this would be so much better if he had a partner. Even an invisible one would do, and so he closed his eyes again and thought of Quatre's slender hands. But Quatre's hands would be slower, less sure - he dropped his pace - something in the boy's eyes spoke that, while he was no innocent to the realities of life, he had certainly never touched anyone like this. Duo couldn't quite decide whether he thought the other boy ever touched himself like this - was there some proscription against it? He couldn't remember. It had been ages since he'd read the Qur'an. Surely the other boy had never touched himself quite like this, though. Duo twisted the base of the vibrator, intensifying the sensation. He was getting close...
A breath of cool air ghosted across his skin and he opened his eyes. The door had moved. He could see it, open, against the wall in front of him. His motions stilled. The buzzing of the vibrator sounded ridiculously loud in the silence. Reluctantly, he turned his head to see who had caught him.
Quatre stood in the doorway, clutching the sides of it with those slender, beautiful hands that Duo had just been imagining. The knuckles were white from the strain he was apparently exerting on them, though there was no other visible sign of tension in his body. His eyes were wide, surprised, and his mouth open just enough that Duo had the urge to grab him and plunder it with his own. The skin of his cheeks and throat was flushed a delicate pink.
They looked at each other for a long moment, not saying anything. Gradually, Quatre's eyes softened, loosing their expression of shock. To Duo, now, he looked more curious than anything. Intrigued. The corner of Duo's mouth twitched as he realized that Quatre couldn't possibly be as devout as he had supposed - the boy was skipping the salat. Shame shame, he thought, and closed his eyes, turning his face back to the ceiling as he started stroking himself again, slower this time. He heard a small startled noise from Quatre's direction. The other boy had not been expecting that. He grinned.
"I thought I was the only one here," he said, his voice surprisingly even. When Quatre didn't respond, he opened one eye to look at him, his eyebrows raised. "You going to just stand there and watch, or are you coming in?"
Quatre looked quickly away, then, but stepped inside and shut the door behind him, twisting the lock. "The others will be back, soon," he said. He walked forward, anyway, though. "What if-"
"We've got a while," Duo drawled. He pulled the vibrator from himself and turned it off, laying it on the towel between his legs. "Gonna give me a hand?"
Quatre glanced around the room in silence, his eyes finally coming to rest on Duo's body. "Alright," he said, sitting at the foot of the bed. With one gentle hand, he explored Duo's length, testing the weight of him in his palm and carefully mapping his skin with callused fingertips. He looked from Duo's lap to his face and back again, just once, before picking up the vibrator and turning it on again. "I'm not sure how to do this," he said softly.
"Just - you know-" Duo made a pushing motion with his hand. "You saw me before."
"Yeah," Quatre acknowledged. He swallowed and turned the thing over once in his hands before slowly pressing it into Duo, twisting just a little as he did. Duo made a small noise and he did it again, not hard and not deep, but in a smooth rhythm. Duo's hips twitched and he pressed back against the shallow thrusts. "More than that," he whispered, though it was nice. They had time, but not that much time.
"Sorry," Quatre said quickly, and increased his pace. Duo reached down and grabbed one of those slender hands, urging it upward to tentatively caress his balls, rolling them gently in their sack, before encircling his erection and stroking gently in time with his thrusts.
"No need to apologize," Duo panted. His hips moved slightly with Quatre's hands. He was pretty good at this, actually - Duo closed his eyes and let his head fall against the pillow with a moan. Really good. So much for not knowing what to do. Quatre had picked up an easy rhythm instinctively, sliding the vibrator in, still with that half-twist that made Duo's hips jerk, as his fingers slipped up his shaft and over the head. Back down again and out at the same time, until his hand was on Duo's belly and the tip of the toy was just at Duo's entrance, hot from being inside his body.
"Better?" Quatre asked. Duo opened his eyes again and glanced at the other boy. His eyes were darting back and forth between Duo's face and what he was doing between his legs. Their eyes met for a moment, and Quatre smiled, looking entirely too innocent for what his devilish hands were doing to Duo at the moment. "You have to tell me if I'm doing this right-" He said softly.
"You're doing it right," Duo ground out. He tossed his head back again to concentrate on the sensation. He felt a gentle kiss on the inside of his thigh and then another, wetter one, complete with teasing, sliding tongue. The bed shifted as Quatre sat up between his legs and thrust the vibrator into him with increased force and speed.
"And that?" Quatre asked. "Tell me, Duo. I've never done this."
"Just like that," Duo assured him. He wasn't quite sure if Quatre could make out the words, though – he suddenly found that he couldn't open his mouth without moaning. Oh yeah...he was going to hell. He was going to enjoy the ride, too. When he felt his orgasm building in the pit of his stomach he punched his hips up from the bed, startling Quatre into stroking him more firmly than he had before. He heard Quatre whispering to himself in Arabic as he came, coating Quatre's hand and his belly with semen.
"Wow," he said, when it was all over. He opened his eyes to see Quatre nodding solemnly. He was testing the feel of Duo's semen between his fingertips. This really should have been terribly awkward, but for some reason it wasn't. Duo grinned and waited only a moment before pulling himself to his knees on the bed. He cleaned himself off with the corner of the towel and then wiped the vibrator down, too. "Com'mere," he said to Quatre, gesturing for the other boy to lie down. "I'll suck you off, if you want."
Quatre's eyes abruptly widened. "You don't have to..."
Eyes on the front of Quatre's slacks, which was noticeably distorted, Duo snorted and grabbed the other boy by the arm, pulling him forward. "I don't mind," he said as unbuttoned his pants. "One good turn deserves another, right?"
"I guess so," Quatre whispered. Compliant, he let Duo undress him in near silence and stretched out on the bed as he was bidden. He watched with interest as Duo licked the semen from his hand, sucking each of his fingers individually. When Duo slipped between his legs, though, and lowered his head toward his erection, licking his lips, he stopped him. With a significant look at Duo's new toy where it lay near the foot of the bed, he blushed, swallowed once, and said: "Do that to me."
Duo blinked in surprise. "You're sure?" he asked.
"You seemed to like it well enough," Quatre murmured. "And I've always wondered..."
Quatre sure had a lot of surprises in him for a sweet and innocent kid, Duo thought. He grinned and kissed Quatre's thigh much as the boy had done to him just a few minutes earlier, teasing the crease where his leg met his body with his tongue "Roll over, then," he urged.
Quatre did as he was told, laying flat on his belly and spreading his legs a little as Duo unscrewed the top of the Vaseline. "Like this?" He asked.
Duo paused and just drank in the sight of him for a moment, so vulnerable and trusting. He traced a random pattern across the pale skin with one slick finger, finishing with a heart and 'D.M." that would surely be smeared beyond recognition by the time this was over with. He trailed that finger down the crease between Quatre's cheeks and teased him open, loving the way his touch made Quatre squirm. "Like that?" he whispered.
"I don't know if I'm sure, yet," Quatre mumbled.
Duo grinned. That was probably the most honest response he could possibly have given. "You'll figure it out, soon enough," he promised. He slipped a finger inside and then out again, quickly, before picking up the vibrator and slicking that, too. It was fairly thin, and didn't require much stretching. "Ready?" he asked.
Quatre nodded silently, his eyes pressed shut. He flinched microscopically when Duo turned the vibrator on, again, filling the room with that quiet buzzing sound.
Duo set the tip of the toy against Quatre's entrance, smiling when the sensation made the boy jump, and pressed it slowly, carefully, into him. He let Quatre get used to the feel of it, and then did it again, falling into a slow, easy rhythm that had the other boy thrusting against the mattress in no time. "Like it now?"
"God, yes," Quatre moaned. He was panting in earnest, now, rocking back to meet Duo at the peak of every thrust. When he spread his legs a little more, Duo accepted the unspoken invitation and thrust into him harder, making him moan again. He watched Quatre's face as it contorted in pleasure, his eyes squeezed tightly shut and his mouth drawn into a small 'o'. The boy's hips worked against the bed tiny, stilted motions. Duo kissed the small of his back as he stroked himself with his free hand. He hadn't expected to get hard again so fast, but he certainly wasn't complaining. Quatre's responsiveness was more of a turn-on than he could have hoped.
Without speaking, he slid the vibrator from Quatre's body and turned it off again, letting it roll from the bed and drop to the floor, forgotten.
"What-?" Quatre whimpered. The muscles in his thighs clenched. "Why'd you stop?"
In answer, Duo placed his hand on either side of Quatre's waist and leaned forward to place a line of kisses along his shoulder blades. His renewed erection slid across the skin between Quatre's buttocks, slick still with his semen and leaving a wet trail. Quatre stilled for a moment, breathing in gasps, and then he pressed back against him. "Do it," he hissed. "Do it. Just hurry...They're going to come back-"
"You're sure?
"I wouldn't have said it if I wasn't sure." Quatre said. He tensed momentarily as Duo guided himself to his entrance, but quickly relaxed, wrapping his arms around the pillow.
"Do it," he repeated.
"I am," Duo murmured. He slid inside as slowly and carefully as he could with Quatre pressing back against him, stopping once he was inside to kiss the back of his partner's neck. "Okay?" he asked.
Quatre just whimpered and thrust against the bed, which seemed to be an answer in itself. Duo gripped his hip with the hand he was not using to support himself and urged him up onto his hands and knees so that he could reach his erection. He fucked him slowly but deeply, stroking him in counterpoint to every thrust. Quatre's head hung forward, his hair mussed and streaked with sweat. He came quickly, with a gasp and a small, strangled cry. Duo followed soon after in his second orgasm of the evening, silently thanking whatever god or devil had talked Quatre into skipping the salat.
When it was over, he rolled off to one side, exhausted, and flopped flat on his back. "Oof," he said.
"Ow," Quatre muttered in reply as he collapsed beside him.
Duo's eyes snapped open and he looked at the other boy in concern. "You okay? Did I hurt you?"
"My legs're cramped," Quatre muttered. He burst out laughing, furiously flexing his feet as he tucked his head against Duo's chest.
Duo couldn't help but laugh, too. Outside the window, he could see that the city had returned to life. They probably had about ten minutes in which to clean up and make themselves presentable before the Maguanacs returned. He couldn't quite bear to make Quatre get off him, though. "You thinking of skipping the prayer again, tomorrow?" He asked, letting his head fall back on the pillow.
"You're a terrible influence, you know that?" Quatre asked. He laughed, though, and kissed Duo's chin. "I think I'm converting."
"Converting? To what?"
"The cult of the God of Death," he said with perfect seriousness. "What else?"
They lay together like that, laughing, until the Maguanacs became visible from the window, struggling in a great crowd up the rocky hill and warning them that their time was almost up. With a sigh, Duo rolled over and began to look for his pants.