by Windsor Blue
Disclaimers - I don't own Gundam Wing. If you do, then be happy and well in the knowledge that you make more money in a week than I have in my entire working life, and that you have much better, bigger and more important things to do with your time than hassle me.
Also archived at - The Sabintha Archives ^_^
Warnings - sex and other naughtiness, abuse of foodstuffs, role-playing, some mild screwing around with the time-space continuum and a little rimming, just for good measure.
Send comments to windsorblue17@yahoo.com
Little brother -
I thought you'd be interested in this recent addition to my library. This is the only known recording of this pairing - highly unusual and, if I may be so bold, very aesthetically pleasing. You really do put on quite a performance, Quatre. Your copy has no introduction at the request of the videographer - apparently she had quite a little crush on you at one time, and still carries enough of a torch to have been mortified at the thought of you finding out that she had taped this encounter. I'll work on her. Oh - and you may want to preview this one before you show it to Trowa. I know you've both been very open-minded about these past encounters, but this one really is a bit racy, even for you.
As an aside, I've been meaning to ask you something. After seeing these tapes, I've come to realize what an incestuous little group you and your friends are. I have to wonder why you all still maintain any pretense of being spilt up into monogamous relationships. I mean, really - why you all don't throw yourselves into one big, sweaty pile on a regular basis is beyond me. I know, I know - you're in love and all that. But give it some thought, for my sake, and if you do decide to act on my suggestion...well, just make sure you have enough cameras set up to cover every angle.
See you soon,
Sabintha
Quatre pulled the vid out of the envelope with no small amount of trepidation. If this was what he thought it was, then he would definitely want to preview it. Granted, it was a long time ago, and Trowa certainly hadn't minded about the Heero videos, but still...
The label made him gulp hard. "QRW/DM #1: Tying Knots".
"Oh my..." he murmured, and was so wrapped up in his contemplations that he never heard a sound as Trowa walked up behind him and wrapped an arm around his waist.
"Mmmm..." he growled into Quatre's ear. "Is that from Sabintha?"
Quatre nearly jumped a mile, and Trowa chuckled lightly as he pulled the vid from Quatre's hand. His eyes flickered over the label and his breath hitched, his grip around Quatre's waist tightening almost imperceptibly. He moved slightly to the side so as to examine the side of Quatre's face.
For his part, Quatre cast his eyes to the floor. His heart was pounding away like a trapped bird and he struggled with something to say.
"When did this happen?" Trowa asked, his voice unreadable.
"A long time ago," Quatre sighed. "While you and Heero were on L3."
Trowa let a breath in and back out again. "Will you let me watch it with you?"
Quatre's eyes left the floor and he turned in Trowa's arms. "Are...are you sure?"
Trowa took the note from Quatre's other hand and gave it a cursory reading, a smile gracing his lips as he did. "We haven't hidden anything from each other yet. Why start now? Besides, I'm curious as to what your sister can find both 'racy' and 'aesthetically pleasing'."
Quatre flushed a little bit. "You may be surprised."
Trowa smiled more and placed a soft kiss on his lips. "I can't wait," he whispered.
The vid started without preamble, and the effect was actually a little jarring. Quatre hadn't realized how much he'd gotten used to the introductions that were usually on these things - the way they shut off the outside world and led the viewer gently into the main event. He absently wondered who the hell it had been. He'd sensed at the time that a few of the Maguanac daughters had harbored feelings for him, but he had no idea which one would've had the opportunity to make this capture. Trowa settled against him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as the picture on the screen righted itself.
The scene opened on himself and Duo entering a small bedchamber in the Maguanac village, and after a second he remembered it had been the one Duo had stayed in while they were there. As they walked in, Duo was speaking.
"...to know that they're all right, at least, huh?"
"Yes, it is. I was quite worried. I'm glad Trowa took the time to contact us."
Duo smirked a little. "Contact you, you mean."
Quatre paused for a moment. "I'm sure the message was meant for both of us."
"Yeah, sure. Hey, look - someone left us a snack!" Duo bounded over to a low table that was nearly dripping with food - fruit, flatbreads, bowls of hummus and honey, accompanied by pitchers of water and iced coffee. Duo took a piece of the bread and dipped it experimentally in the hummus. He popped it into his mouth, smiled appreciatively, and picked up a pair of plums, throwing one to Quatre.
"This is the life, man," he grinned, throwing himself backwards onto the bed. He bounced once before putting an arm behind his head and taking a sizable bite out of his plum. His thumb reached up to wipe a trail of juice away from his chin and was promptly stuck in his mouth and licked clean. Quatre eyed the gesture carefully before taking a bite out of his own plum, sitting down on the end of the bed. His fingers reached out to clean the juice from the side of his mouth, but were beaten to it by Duo's, who was suddenly sitting up and caressing his face.
"Good plums, huh?" Duo asked, his questing touch stilled at the edge of Quatre's mouth.
"Very," Quatre replied, and his tongue swiped at Duo's fingertips.
Duo gasped softly and withdrew his hand, placing those fingertips in his own mouth for a moment. Then he smiled and dropped his hand back down to his lap. "Yeah, very." He began to take another bite of his plum when Quatre gently pulled the fruit to his own lips. Returning Duo's smile, he bit down almost fiercely and held his own plum to Duo's mouth. Duo took hold of his wrist before plunging his teeth into the fruit. They sat like that for a moment, chewing and contemplating, before Duo finally spoke up.
"Quatre, what are we..."
"Master Quatre?" came a booming voice from the hallway.
Quatre jumped off the bed and nearly out of his skin with a startled noise, and Duo turned to the doorway with a look of genuine fear across his face.
"Yes, Rashid - please come in," Quatre said, a bit shakily.
Entering the room with a folder in one hand and a large smile on his face, Rashid seemed blissfully unaware of the residual sexual tension in the air. "Here are the latest intelligence reports of troop movements in the area. I thought you might be..." He paused, taking in the odd expressions on their faces. "Is something wrong, Master Quatre?"
"No, Rashid," Quatre replied, shaking his head firmly. "You surprised us a little, that's all."
The older man bowed his head. "My apologies, I didn't mean to startle you."
"Please, don't worry yourself about it." Quatre glanced quickly at Duo. "I think we're still a little jumpy from the last battle, but we're getting over it, aren't we, Duo?" With that, he took an experimental bite out of his plum and made a point of licking the juice off of his lips.
"Tease," whispered Trowa in his ear, his eyes never leaving the screen.
Quatre refocused on the vid in time to see Duo nodding, his composure returning quickly. "Sure thing. Hey, Rashid..." He took a juicy chunk out of his half-eaten fruit and cast a quick grin at Quatre. "Thanks for the grub!"
"Ah, you are most welcome, Master Duo! Assad's daughters prepared that for you." He leaned in conspiratorially and stage-whispered, "I think one of them fancies you, Master Duo!"
"Oh, yeah?" Duo leaned back a little, raising his eyebrows. "Is she cute?"
Rashid laughed heartily and clapped him on the back. "All the Maguanac daughters are as fair as the rising sun, are they not, Master Quatre?"
"Indeed," Quatre smirked, and took a rather lascivious bite out of his plum.
"Well, in the interest of personal safety, I generally don't date girls with fathers who pilot mobile suits," Duo said with a wave of his hand. "But I guess I should at least give her a proper thank-you, hm?" With a non-committal wink he devoured the last bite of his fruit, tossing the core into the trashcan and delicately licking his fingers.
Rashid laughed all the harder, setting the folder down on the bed with a slight nod. "I'll leave you to your meal, then. Try to get some rest this afternoon, and we can discuss strategy after dinner."
"Thank you, Rashid," Quatre said as the door closed behind him. He sat back down on the bed and smiled at Duo, his smile somewhere between embarrassed, shy and promising.
Still whispering, Trowa said against Quatre's neck "I love it when you smile like that."
Quatre leaned back a little from Trowa's grip. "We don't have to watch this if you have other things in mind..."
"Oh, no," Trowa replied, grinning easily. "So far it has been rather aesthetically pleasing. I can't wait to get to the racy part."
Quatre sighed heartily and snuggled in closer. "Can't blame a guy for trying..."
On the screen, Duo leaned casually against the wall next to the table full of food and liberated a cherry from one of the bowls. He pulled the cherry from the stem with his teeth and chewed for a moment, twining the stem thoughtfully between his fingers. "You know, one of the Sweepers claims that his girlfriend can tie one of these into a knot with her tongue. Personally, I think he's bullshitting. I mean, that just can't be physically possible."
Quatre's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. "I can do that," he smirked.
"No you can't, you big liar," Duo scoffed.
"Yes, I can. Shall I prove it to you?" Quatre's voice was gleefully challenging.
"Yeah, sure. Prove it to me."
Quatre rose and pulled another cherry from the bowl, taking the stem into his teeth and leaving the fruit to hang out of his mouth. He stepped closer to Duo, who smiled a feral little smile before taking the cherry into his mouth, biting down at the junction of fruit and stem and being very careful not to touch Quatre's lips with his own. Quatre folded the stem back into his own mouth. His jaw worked for a few seconds, his eyes rolling and squinting in concentration, and less than a minute later he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out at Duo.
On the tip of his tongue sat the cherry stem, neatly tied into a little knot.
Duo's eyes went wide. "No way," he gaped. He took the stem between his thumb and forefinger and examined it carefully before giving Quatre a suspicious glare. "How did you do that?"
"Do you want me to show you?" Quatre asked, his voice turning smoky.
"Yeah, sure," Duo breathed, a slow smile working over his face. "Show me."
Quatre reached back down into the cherry bowl. Holding the fruit in front of Duo's nose, he began to lecture softly. "It's all a matter of control, Duo. You have to be able to control the movements of your tongue very precisely, while holding the stem very firmly in place." He tapped the tip of the stem against Duo's lips, and Duo snatched it with his teeth. "That's key - holding the stem in place. You don't want it slipping around all over your mouth, or you'll never achieve the desired effect." Quatre bit the cherry off the stem and stepped back, chewing thoughtfully while Duo stood, eyebrows raised, with the stem between his teeth.
He swallowed theatrically before moving forward to rest his hands on Duo's waist. "Hold it tightly, now," he whispered, and took the other end of the stem into his own mouth. His lips ghosted softly over Duo's as he worked, and he allowed his tongue to flick out and tease Duo a little. Duo shivered at the touch but kept admirably still. After a few moments they separated, and Quatre took the cherry stem with him. Duo opened eyes he hadn't realized he'd closed to see Quatre smiling smugly with another knotted cherry stem held between his teeth.
Taking the stem between two fingers, Quatre asked "Did you get all that?"
"You know, I don't think I did. Can we go over it again?"
"Of course." Quatre reached down with one hand, the other never leaving Duo's waist, and took yet another cherry out of the bowl. He put the stem end in his mouth and held the fruit in his teeth, pressing it against Duo's lips. Duo opened his mouth and accepted his half of the cherry, and their lips remained in contact while they chewed. Duo swallowed before making an audible gasp as Quatre thrust the stem into his mouth with his tongue. They stayed like that for several moments while their mouths worked furiously against each other and when they finally broke apart, they stood quietly catching their breaths with their foreheads together.
"Well?" Quatre asked softly. "Let's see it."
"See what?" Duo asked in a hazy, almost sleepy voice.
"The cherry stem." Quatre reached up to push an errant strand of hair away from Duo's face.
Eyes knit in momentary confusion before widening in realization. "I think I swallowed it."
Quatre let out a short laugh before invading Duo's mouth again. They ravished each other for several long moments before separating with a mutual gasp, and Quatre chuckled again.
"I think you did swallow it."
"I always heard it was impolite not to swallow."
Quatre's chuckle evolved into a full-throated laugh at that, and Duo happily joined him, pressing him into an amiable embrace as he did. When their laughter slowed into smiles, Duo pushed Quatre back gently and put a hand to his cheek.
"Not that I mind, Q, but what are we doing, here?"
Quatre's smile grew melancholy. "Tension relief?"
"Okay, I can accept that. How much tension are we gonna relieve?"
Quatre paused. "What do you mean?"
Duo's hand began to make soft stroking motions. "I know you've got feelings for Trowa - it's written all over your face, y'know. And unless I miss my guess - and I'm never wrong about this sort of thing, by the way - he's pretty into you, too. So what I'm asking is, are there any lines you're not willing to cross with me? It's no big deal if there are, I just wanna know now so I know what to expect."
"Oh," was Quatre's soft reply. After a long moment, he took a shallow breath and stated in a solid voice "Trowa's the only one I've ever allowed to take me. I made sure it would be that way before, and I'd like to keep it that way now."
"Okay, that's cool," was Duo's nonplussed response. A wicked grin coalesced across his face. "Besides, there are plenty of other ways for you to -"
"Pause," commanded Trowa quietly. The recording complied obediently, freezing Duo's face in his 'dirty-joke-telling' grin. He turned to Quatre, his eyes almost unreadable. "You were saving yourself for me?"
Quatre blinked, confused. "You knew San Francisco was my first time..."
"I knew that, yes, but you never told me you were actively saving yourself for me."
Quatre shook his head a little and shrugged. "I rather thought you'd figured that out."
"No," came Trowa's harsh whisper. "No, I hadn't." He stared at Quatre like he was the most amazing thing in the universe before leaning forward to claim his mouth.
"I love you," Trowa whispered as they parted. "Resume."
" - get my rocks off, y'know."
" 'Get your rocks off'?" On-screen Quatre smirked. "That's a genteel way to put it."
"Genteel? Please. You don't fool me, Q - I know you're not as innocent as you like people to think you are," Duo replied, threading his thumbs into Quatre's belt loops and pulling him close. He rolled his hips and watched as Quatre's eyelids fluttered. When they opened again to focus on Duo's face, his mouth twisted suggestively. "Let's play a game," he said.
Quatre had the good sense to look skeptical. "What sort of game?"
"Let's pretend. You be Trowa, and I'll be you. You do to me whatever you'd like Trowa to do to you."
His head cocked to one side as he gave Duo an inquisitive stare. "All right," he said slowly. "All right, Quatre." Quatre's hands picked precisely at Duo's buttons and his hands reached inside the black shirt, spreading it tenderly across his torso and sliding it down his shoulders and arms.
"Ohhh, Trowa," Duo murmured, his eyes drifting between open and shut. "You're so gentle."
On the couch, Trowa shifted ever-so-slightly in his seat. Quatre glanced sideways at him and smiled a little.
"This would be where the racy part begins," Quatre said simply.
"So I'd gathered..."
Quatre stroked Trowa's knee as his doppelganger tugged Duo's shirt down even farther, until it hung uselessly from his waistband. He pushed Duo straight against the wall, hands flat at his sides, and began stroking his skin at the juncture of torso and throat. He dipped his fingers into the hollow where Duo's neck joined his shoulder and smiled, laying his other hand flat against Duo's stomach.
"Don't move, Quatre," he growled into Duo's ear, reaching for a spoon resting on the side of the tray of food. He stirred the honey around its bowl a few times before drawing the spoon out and bringing it to that little hollow, pouring its contents inside. Duo gasped quietly as the honey pooled and dripped down his chest, and Quatre bent his head to lick up the droplets. His tongue tripped back up to where the honey began its descent and his mouth closed on the spot, lapping up the rest.
"Oh, Trowa, that feels so good," Duo breathed.
Quatre helped himself to another spoonful of honey, putting it into the same spot but allowing the drips to fall where they would. He put the spoon down and picked up a few dates, taking one between his thumb and forefinger and laying it against Duo's abdomen, using it to scoop up a lengthy honey drip. He popped the date in his mouth and pressed his lips into Duo's. A second later, Duo was chewing while Quatre was leaning back to do it all again. The third date got placed into the hollow at Duo's neck, only to be suckled up by Quatre's eager mouth while Duo moaned in a terribly exciting manner - breathing Trowa's name over and over among the nonsense syllables and open-mouthed exhalations.
Quatre stepped back a little and began fiddling with Duo's belt. "I want to see you," he whispered harshly.
"I want what you want," Duo responded in kind, stroking Quatre's back with the barest hint of his fingertips.
Making quick work of his button and zipper, Quatre tossed aside Duo's shirt and pushed him around to sit on the bed, where he gently picked up where he left off. Nimble fingers traced patterns on Duo's feet as they pulled his boots and socks off, and then moved to tickle his thighs as his pants slid away.
"Roll over," Quatre commanded, "And lean up on your elbows."
Duo complied with admirable haste. "Like this, Trowa?" he purred.
"Yes. Yes, that's perfect."
On the couch, Trowa cleared his throat softly and crossed his legs. Quatre cast him a sidelong glance before turning his attention back to the screen, just in time to see himself pull the table to the edge of the bed. He picked up the bowl of hummus and spooned out a thin trail that traced Duo's delicate spine, stopping just below his waist. Bending low, Quatre scooped up some of it with his tongue. He leaned forward to where Duo was watching him over his shoulder through heavily lidded eyes and fed it to him, coaxing Duo's mouth open with his own and sliding the hummus inside. Duo swallowed, then smirked.
"Isn't this how mother birds feed their young?"
"Quiet, you. You're breaking out of character."
"Oh, sorry about that, Trowa. What would the real Quatre say?"
It was Quatre's turn to smirk. "He'd say, 'More, Trowa. Give me more.'"
"Okay then..." Duo's voice dropped to a spicy whisper. "More, Trowa...give me more."
Trowa crossed his legs again, then re-crossed them, just to be sure they weren't going anywhere. He almost jumped when he felt Quatre lean over to murmur in his ear.
"His voice really does a number on you, doesn't it?"
On the screen, Duo panted as Quatre dribbled a spoonful of honey over the hummus, the mixture pooling at the small of his back. "Oh, God, Trowa - that feels so good..."
Vid Quatre's tongue made quick work of the stuff, taking it up in languid sweeps and generously sharing it with Duo, while real-life Quatre confessed into Trowa's waiting ear. "You know, to this day I can't hear him say your name without getting a little thrill up my spine. Sometimes, if he's been laughing hard or he hasn't seen you in awhile, he says it in almost the same way as he did here - panting a little, almost shouting at times. You don't know how many times I've gotten turned on just by the sound of his voice saying your name."
Trowa's breath became a touch labored as Quatre ran his hand up and down his thigh. On-screen, Quatre was rolling Duo over onto one side and dribbling honey over his hip. Duo groaned and reached out to run his fingers up Quatre's chest. "Why is this still here?" Duo growled, tugging insistently on Quatre's shirt.
"Because you haven't taken it off me yet," Quatre replied with a shrug.
Duo chuckled lightly, pulling Quatre's buttons apart with no small impatience. "Gee, Trowa, if you wanted me to be more aggressive, you should've said so."
"I figured we'd get around to it eventually," Quatre murmured, sitting up a little to allow Duo to rid him of his shirt. As soon as it was done, he pushed Duo flat on his back and grinned, straddling his chest. "Now the rest," he commanded.
It was Duo's turn to grin, and he sat up on his elbows and undid Quatre's belt with his teeth. His lips caressed the button open and he pulled the zipper down with his mouth, teasing Quatre's length the whole way. When he finished, Quatre was leaning back on his hands, panting like a wanton.
"I know it's no knot in a cherry stem, but still not bad, huh?"
Quatre's eyes turned a darker shade. "No, not bad at all," he growled, moving to one side to peel his remaining clothes away. He resumed his position over Duo and reached for the honey once more, drizzling it over his own member.
"Let's see what else you've learned," he breathed.
Duo's tongue made quick work of the honey, licking it up in smooth stripes. Then, without warning, he took all of Quatre into his mouth and suckled him forcefully. Quatre let out a long, undulating moan and pitched forward, his hands gripping the headboard, arms bracing him over Duo's head. Duo's hands went to Quatre's hips, and he pushed them gently up and back down. After several moments of this, Quatre suddenly pushed himself up and out of Duo's mouth, crouching over him on his hands and knees and panting heavily.
"What's wrong?" Duo asked, his eyes fluttering open.
"Nothing - nothing's wrong," Quatre gasped. "I just...didn't want to lose it so soon..."
Duo grinned a feral little grin. "I can make you come twice, you know."
A little quirk did a slow burn into the corner of Quatre's mouth. "No you can't, you big liar."
"Yes, I can," Duo grinned a little harder. "Would you like me to prove it to you?
"Yeah, sure," Quatre replied. "Prove it to me."
Duo pushed Quatre onto his back and reached for the honey bowl. Forgoing the spoon, he dribbled some of it out of the bowl, giving Quatre's cock a liberal coating before he took him into his mouth again. Quatre's head lolled back, mouth open and eyes closed, fingers raking into Duo's hair. "Oh, God - oh, Quatre...oh, don't stop - don't - oh...ohhh..."
On the couch, Quatre felt Trowa's thigh clench beneath his fingertips. He turned his hand over to run the flats of his nails against Trowa's leg, drawing lazy circles there while Trowa squirmed. "Would you like to know what that felt like, Trowa?" he whispered in a dark, promising tone.
All Trowa could do was nod eagerly. Before he realized it, Quatre was bent over his lap, taking his cock into his mouth. He sucked in a relieved hiss and refocused on the screen, just in time to see Quatre climax into Duo's mouth with a sharp shout.
While Quatre struggled for breath on-screen, Duo's throat worked to swallow everything he'd been given and then some. Head bobbing slightly, he kept on sucking and caressing, refusing to relinquish his prize. Quatre's desperate gasps became soft, squirming moans, and when Duo finally released him and sat back, Quatre was almost fully hard once again.
"Impressive," Quatre drawled, an eyebrow hitching up.
Duo took Quatre's cock in his hand and gave it a couple of languid pumps. "I just wanted to make sure you were ready, Trowa, because I want you to fuck me as hard and as long as you possibly can."
"Well in that case," Quatre replied, pushing Duo down onto his hands and knees, "We'd better make sure you're ready, too." He took up the honey and poured what was left down Duo's cleft. Throwing the empty bowl over his shoulder, he bent down and set his talented tongue to work once more. As he did, his right hand reached around Duo's body to stroke him slowly.
Duo's elbows gave way and he thrust his fists into the pillows, clinging to them desperately. "Oh God, Trowa - ohhh my God - please, Trowa, please stop teasing me - please, just - ohhh, my fucking God!"
Quatre leaned back and smirked a little before crawling over Duo's prone, panting body. "So do you think we're ready yet?"
Duo let out a sharp bark of a laugh. "What the fuck do you think?" He pushed himself into a kneel, forcing Quatre into a similar position.
"Such language, Quatre! And here I thought you were a sweet, innocent thing," Quatre half-laughed into Duo's ear as he wrapped a strong arm around Duo's waist.
"You're a bad influence on me, Tro." Duo squirmed and rolled his hips in Quatre's lap, causing them both to gasp.
On the couch, Trowa moaned deeply as he felt himself pop out of Quatre's mouth. He looked down into smirking aqua eyes and whispered, "You're not watching the vid,"
"I know how it ends," Quatre replied, moving to shed his trousers. He knelt on the floor, pulling Trowa to a similar position behind him, and took hold of Trowa's length, bringing it to his entrance. When Trowa looked up at the screen, he saw Duo doing the same thing to Quatre. He watched avidly as Duo fell to his hands and knees and pushed himself back, impaling himself on Quatre, while the real Quatre mimicked his movements there on the floor of their den.
"Ohhh, Trowa..." Duo moaned, and Quatre did, too.
Once he was fully seated inside, Trowa felt Quatre's body push back even more until he was sitting on his knees with Quatre on his lap. Quatre pulled himself up and dropped back down, setting a rhythm to mimic the one being played out on the vid. He matched Duo stroke for stroke, moan for moan, until Trowa was no longer sure where the line was between vid and reality. Each of them was gasping and crying his name, each of them was shuddering under the force of powerful thrusts, and when vid Quatre snaked a hand around Duo to stroke his member, Trowa found himself doing the same thing to his real-time lover.
On screen, Duo shouted and came violently, and on the floor Quatre did the same. Within moments the on-screen Quatre followed, with Trowa not far behind. The two pairs collapsed in boneless heaps, curled around each other protectively.
"That was amazing," Quatre said on the vid, his voice a whispered gasp.
"Yeah," Duo breathed hoarsely before breaking into a grin. "So, is your tension relieved now?"
"Yes," Quatre replied with a smirk. "And you?"
"Oh, yeah. Although it is pretty stressful just being who we are...I could need another session after dinner."
Quatre chuckled. "Is that so?"
"Yup, only next time, you'll be me, and I'll be Heero."
His chuckle evolved into a solid laugh. "I suppose that's fair..."
"Of course, you'll have to be a lot more aggressive, and I'll have to act like a virgin..." Duo's voice trailed off as he snuggled into Quatre, who was pulling the bedclothes over their bodies. After a few seconds of them dozing, the vid switched off.
Trowa pushed himself up on one arm and leaned over to claim Quatre's lips. "That really was amazing. I think I owe Sabintha a really nice Christmas present this year."
"Well, it's not like she's difficult to shop for. Just put a camera in our bedroom."
Trowa laughed as he stole another kiss. He smiled as they parted, and then he pulled himself to his feet, dragging his pants back up around his waist and zipping them without fastening the top button. "Rewind," he said firmly, and the machine immediately complied with his request. He was almost out the door when Quatre asked, "Where are you going?"
"To the kitchen," Trowa replied with a fierce grin, "To see if we have any cherries and honey."
Three days later
Duo opened the package gingerly. Judging from the size and shape of the box and the fact that it was from Quatre, he was pretty sure he knew what it was, even though he hoped to God he was wrong.
He read the title, blinked twice, and muttered "Oh, shit..." under his breath.
"What's that?" Heero asked in his ear, an arm wrapping itself around his waist. "Is that from Quatre? One of his sister's vids?" Before Duo could reply, Heero had plucked the package from Duo's hand. His eyes widened as he read the title, and he turned to look at Duo with something illegible in his gaze.
"When did this happen?" he asked softly, and Duo thought he sounded a little disappointed.
"A long time ago," Duo gulped, his voice barely a whisper, "When you and Trowa were on L3."
Heero fell silent for a moment before lifting his hand to Duo's chin and forcing Duo to look him in the eye. He held Duo's gaze for a couple of seconds before the little smirk that Duo knew so well crept across his face.
"So," Heero drawled in a smoky sort of voice, "Will you let me watch it with you?"