Because of a Game
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Title: Because Of A Game
Part: 4/9
Author: Karen
Pairing: Eventually 2+3, but has 5xS, 2xH, 3xVarious characters.
Category: Most definitely AU, crossover with my life, and utterly,
utterly weird. That's the only way I can describe it. >.<
Rating: *snorts* R, to be on the safe side.
Warning: Okay, here we go. Ahem. Yaoi (big surprise there), language,
severe OOC--ness, especially in Trowa's case, attempt at humor,
obsession of coffee, root beer, and Dr. Pepper, references to drugs,
sex (hey, this IS college we're talking about), a lemon, possibly
more, and...you know what, how about this. If you like what you see
on fox family, this won't be for you.
Disclaimers: I DO NOT own Gundam Wing. *sighs* Damn I hate the
disclaimer.
Feedback: If you're so inclined, kkchitown@aol.com
Special Warning: L*E*M*O*N! Okay, you can read now.
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Because Of A Game
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Part 4: The Mistake
"Okay, I chose 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 its 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! Its 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, its 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 be 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 can'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 its 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 gets 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!"
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*Notes* Okay, the conversation between Trowa and Duo did not actually
happen–well–it wasn't that dramatic. It was more of a `I'm attracted
to you, you're attracted to me' realization than an actual
conversation. What else? *skims over chapter* Oh yeah, the scene with
Tsuberov and the pothole is true, unfortunately. I don't know what it
was, whether that guy had radar on me or something, cause no matter
when I got home, if it was at night, between midnight or 6am, his ass
was out there. *shrugs* I should call unsolved mysteries....
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