A/N: I… I know. I really don't need to be starting another series. But everything else was a little daunting for me to tackle tonight and I just… needed to get this down.
A/N #2: I am NOT an expert on BDSM.
Warnings: language, sex, violence, BDSM, angst
Pairings: 2x3
Sideshow
Chapter One
For a backwater colony suffering from the post-war economic depression, the crowds at the circus had been large. This was the third night of the two week run the circus had scheduled, and already they had made back all of the cost for travel and provisions.
As far as August, the Ringmaster, was concerned, M3465 would be on a stop the circus revisited often.
Trowa couldn't blame him. The colony was dull as dirt - the only "night life" to speak of was a bar near the 'port where Trowa had gone last night to have a few drinks with the dock workers. The circus was probably the most entertainment most of these colonists had ever experienced, aside from those damn festivals every year to commemorate the end of the war.
Still, Trowa wouldn't be sorry to move on to the next stop, M3281, where he had an arrangement with a local who was definitely not dull as dirt.
After looking in on the animals - and avoiding Pesha, the bull of a man who looked after them and had threatened to beat Trowa senseless if he caught him sitting in the cage with the lions again - Trowa headed back to his trailer for the night.
He unlocked his door and stepped up. He was grateful that Cathy had started to shack up with Besnik, the contortionist. He loved Cathy, but she tended to hover, and Trowa wasn't really in the mood to be hovered over these days.
Not that he necessarily had ever been in the mood for that, but when he had been younger he had been more receptive to it. He had craved her attention, even if he had been unable to admit it to either himself or to her, and he appreciated her sense of protectiveness and her affection for him. She had seen him through some very dark times, and he owed her his life several times over.
After the war, Trowa had been approached first by Zechs and Noin, inviting him to tag along to Mars, and, after he had refused them, Une had asked him to join the Preventers. Trowa had considered it briefly, had allowed Une to try to woo him with a large salary and all kinds of job benefits that he imagined were impressive to the bureaucrats and soldiers she was used to recruiting, but after speaking to Wufei and Heero, after learning how frustrating the work could be, after learning from Une herself that she wanted to use him for deep undercover work, he had passed.
He had already saved humanity twice as a teenager. He didn't need to spend his adulthood doing it again.
Trowa had crossed paths with Duo after that, at one of Quatre's twice annual get-togethers that they all reluctantly attended, and Duo had invited him to salvage with the Sweepers until he figured out what he wanted to do after that.
After six months, Duo had headed off for parts unknown, and Trowa had stayed on with the Sweepers for a few more months before finally giving in to Cathy's twice-monthly invitation to rejoin the circus.
It had been good, the work, the travel, the company of the mostly Roma performers and carnies who either remembered him from before or had joined since the war - all of them accepted him, appreciated his skill as an acrobat, and didn't pry into his past or question his lack of vision for the future.
Except for Cathy, of course. Despite the fact that Trowa was now twenty five and fully capable of taking care of himself, she still insisted on hovering, still stopped by his trailer whenever they first set up at a new spot to make sure he hadn't died or something, and she still tried her damnedest to make sure he was happy.
Trowa supposed he was. Or at least as happy as he had any right to be. He didn't really think that people like him were ever really happy. Maybe Quatre was, with his pacifism and trillion dollar corporation spreading welfare to the colonies and his marriage to Relena producing perfect blonde babies. But Wufei wasn't, nor was Heero. Nor was Duo, the last Trowa had heard from him.
"Good show tonight."
Trowa barely checked himself from going for the gun he had stashed in the closest cabinet to the door.
He flicked on the light in the trailer and spotted Duo Maxwell sitting at the kitchenette table.
Think of the devil, see the devil.
"You watched?"
Duo nodded.
"Yep. Saw Cathy give you a new haircut."
Trowa glared at him and reached up to run his fingers over the hair just above his left ear. It had been a close throw.
Duo had changed, since the war. Then again, they all had. Eight years had passed since last time they had piloted Gundams, and the life of a quasi-civilian had put weight and muscle on Duo. He'd grown taller, too, but was still under six feet, still the average height for a colonist, and Trowa's six-foot two frame easily towered over him. Duo still had his long braid of hell, his cocksure attitude, his avoidance of serious conversations and his disdain for order and law.
It had been four months since Trowa had last seen Duo, and he hadn't changed much since then except for what looked like a fresh scar on his neck, just below his jaw.
The former Deathscythe pilot had more or less vanished for two years, after ditching Trowa with the Sweepers, but then resurfaced out of the blue at one of Quatre's parties. He showed up like this, unannounced in Trowa's locked and very secure trailer, a few times a year.
"Did you say hello to August?" Trowa asked. He figured that if Duo could tease him, he would tease him back.
Duo gave him a sour look and Trowa laughed.
"I just - that guy is incredibly determined to get in my pants."
"Is there any reason you haven't just said yes to him already? He's decent in bed. Very vocal."
Duo frowned.
"Yeah, well, if he's so vocal I think I'll pass. I don't want everyone to know about my first time."
Trowa arched an eyebrow.
"Your first time?"
Duo's eyes narrowed.
"No need to make a big deal out of it," he muttered. "I'm just saying, I'd rather not have August the Very Vocal tell everyone how bad I am."
"How are you twenty five and still a virgin?" Trowa had to ask. "You and Heero never?"
"No. Of course not. Heero's like my brother. That - that would be weird."
Trowa was fairly confident Heero didn't see it that way, and maybe that explained a lot about why he wasn't really happy. Trowa kept in touch with him, through data messages mostly, and one or two visits each year if they were near enough, and he knew that Duo had the same routine with Heero that he had with Trowa. Including his tendency to break and enter.
Still, even if Duo wasn't interested in Heero - it wasn't like he didn't have options. August made a play for him literally every time Duo visited the circus. Shandor, the magician, had also made a few attempts over the years. But even outside the circus, surely Duo had had offers.
"Why?" He had to ask.
"Huh?" Duo clearly wasn't going down the same mental rabbit hole investigation of his lack of sexual conquests that Trowa was.
"Why are you still a virgin?"
"I thought I said let's not make a big deal about it," Duo muttered and his cheeks pinked.
Duo blushing. That wasn't something that happened often.
Trowa leaned against the wall near the kitchenette table and crossed his arms. This was simply too good of an opportunity to pass up.
"Is it because you're waiting for Quatre to leave Relena and confess his undying love?"
Duo glared at him.
"I have no idea why I ever thought it was a good idea to tell you I had a crush on him. I was fifteen - I was young and stupid and he was cute and nice. I am not waiting for him to confess his undying love."
Trowa smirked. He hadn't thought so, which is why he had teased Duo about it.
"Ah. Wufei," he guessed. "Saving yourself for the mighty dragon?"
Duo's glare did not diminish.
"Can you even… picture Wufei and I naked together?" Duo asked. "I mean - assuming we managed to make it that far without fighting and breaking bones."
Trowa smirked.
"I can picture it just fine," Trowa assured him. "Would your hair be loose to in the braid, though? And what about his - he hasn't cut it in a few years. It's not as long as yours but still… that's a lot of hair."
"You are not right in the head," Duo muttered.
"If it's not you waiting for Quatre or Wufei, then why are you still a virgin?" Trowa repeated his earlier question. And then a thought occurred to him that took away most of his amusement. "Did something happen to you? During the war? Or before?"
Nadya, Besnik's twin sister, had been raped a few years ago and ever since then had steadfastly avoided all sexual advances. Trowa didn't blame her, and she actually seemed content to lead a sex-free life.
"No," Duo shook his head. "Not really. Those Alliance guys might have wanted to try something but they never got very far. No. It's nothing like that."
So maybe Duo was simply asexual as a choice? But if he was, he would have just said so. However much Trowa and Duo teased each other, Duo had always known he could be blunt with Trowa.
"Then -?"
"It's you, okay?" Duo admitted and his face turned completely red. "It's you. You're the one I've been - I don't know - waiting for or whatever."
Trowa had to stare.
In all the years they had known each other - in all of the years Trowa had idly wondered what it would be like to fuck Duo - in all the years they had shared a bunk or the trailer and Duo had never made any kind of move - in all the years Trowa had seen Duo walk around half-naked and Duo had seen him walk around completely naked - Trowa had never suspected Duo had more than a mild, passing interest in him. Certainly not enough to wait for him. To still be a virgin.
"You don't want me," Trowa told him. "Not - you don't want sex with me."
Duo frowned at him.
"I kind of do. I mean - I'm not going to jump you, Trowa. I get that I'm probably not your type or whatever - you would have made a move or something by now if you were interested. I'm only saying something now so you'll drop it. It's not - that's not why I'm here. That's not why I keep coming back to you. Well, it's not the only reason," Duo amended, with a sloppy tilt of his lips that was so classically Duo, that mix of cynicism, self-doubt and fuck it that only he could convey.
"I'm interested," Trowa assured him. "But I do have a type Duo, and I don't think you want to be that type."
Duo frowned, clearly not following Trowa's very vague reference.
"I'm a dominant, Duo. Not that I only top during sex," he added when he saw Duo open his mouth, "I prefer BDSM to vanilla sex, and I prefer my partners to be submissive. Very submissive."
Duo's mouth formed into an o shape.
"I… did not know that about you," Duo said after a moment and Trowa had to chuckle. Duo offered him a slight smile in return.
"It's not something I advertise, unless I'm looking for a partner," Trowa said with a shrug.
"But you are interested in me?" Duo asked, his cheeks once again pink and Trowa figured this was some kind of record. Three blushes from Duo in one night. Duo hadn't even blushed when Relena asked him for sex tips at her wedding, when she had drunkenly stumbled into the coat closet where he, Heero and Trowa were hiding from the party and playing cards. Looking back, now knowing that Duo was a virgin, Trowa was amazed at the fact that he hadn't blushed.
Trowa arched an eyebrow. Did Duo really want to persist in this?
"I'm interested in tying you up, in gagging you, in blindfolding you, in whipping you and seeing you cry because you can't decide if you're feeling pain or pleasure. I'm interested in seeing you on your knees, in hearing you beg for my permission to get off. I'm interested in completely dominating you. In taming you, the God of Death. I'm interested in you trusting me so completely that you would let me do whatever I wanted to you without questioning me."
Duo stared at him, and Trowa figured he had sufficiently made his point.
Duo wet his lips, his tongue darting out quickly and maybe it was the turn this conversation had taken, but Trowa found it more arousing than it really should have been.
"I… I trust you," Duo said after a moment.
Perhaps Trowa hadn't, actually, been clear enough.
"I mean it, Duo. I've always wanted to see what you look like when you cry. I've always wanted to hear you beg."
Always, because even though Duo might still be a virgin at twenty-five, Trowa was not. He hadn't really grown into his Terran genes until just after the war, and before that he had been a teenager trying to survive in the company of mercenaries, soldiers and terrorists who had a long list of uses for him, only few of which involved being a mercenary, soldier or terrorist. He had started off as a submissive, without really knowing what that meant until Trowa had joined the circus during the war and Shandor, the Magician, had taught him that being a submissive meant a lot more than allowing others to make use of his body. When Trowa had come back, after the war, Shandor had turned Trowa away from his bed with a gentle admonition, telling him that he wasn't really suited to be a submissive and encouraged him to try his hand at being a dominant. Shandor had been right. He may have taught Trowa to enjoy being a submissive, may have shown him just how complicated and caring that kind of relationship could be, but Trowa sank into the role of a dominant with ease and with passion.
"Are we talking knives and burns here or just… whips and stuff?" Duo asked.
Trowa frowned and his eyes were drawn to that scar on Duo's jaw again.
"No knives," he assured him, because as much as he wanted to raise welts on Duo's skin, he had never been drawn to blood play. It reminded him too much of the war.
"Fire?" Duo prompted.
Trowa remembered another of Duo's confessions, his memories of the fire that had destroyed the Maxwell Church.
"No fire," Trowa agreed. "Candle wax, maybe."
"I could do that - a candle isn't that big of a fire," Duo decided.
Trowa abruptly realized what they were doing. Negotiating.
"You don't have to do this," he said.
"I want to," Duo said. "I trust you. And if you… if you want to do those things to me, I want you to do them."
Trowa sincerely doubted Duo understood just how much of an invitation Duo had just given him.
"Some of it will hurt. Pain and pleasure aren't separated."
"I already said that I trust you," Duo stood up. He was shorter than Trowa, but he wasn't small, and his frame, dressed in unrelieved back from neck to boots, was powerful.
Trowa arched an eyebrow.
"You have a problem following rules, Duo," he said, thinking it was the mildest way to reference Duo's lack of appreciation for authority of any kind.
Duo looked a little sheepish.
"Yeah," he agreed. "But I am a quick learner."
Trowa had to agree with that. But this wasn't Duo learning how to pilot a new mobile suit after glancing over the tech manual. This was a partnership that could hurt him, emotionally and physically.
"Look, if you don't want me - if you think this is too weird for us to do because of our friendship, just say so," Duo said. "Or if you really don't think I can do this, that's fine too. But I want you. I want this."
Trowa wondered about that, wondered if Duo really could learn to be a submissive.
He kept his arms crossed but straightened up so that he was no longer leaning against the wall.
"Undress."
Duo stared at him and Trowa arched an eyebrow.
After another moment of hesitation, and yet another blush, Duo shrugged out of his jacket.
He laid it over the back of his abandoned chair, folding it with a care Trowa had not seen him exhibit with clothing before.
Duo's fingers were agile and sure, however, as he undid the buttons of his black work shirt. Trowa supposed that, however nervous Duo might be, he was still Duo Maxwell. If he could infiltrate a heavily armed OZ base with nothing but a screwdriver and a backpack of C4, he could undress in front of Trowa.
The work shirt was folded onto the jacket, and then Duo untucked his white undershirt and pulled it over his head.
Trowa had seen a fair amount of Duo's body before. Duo usually stayed for a few days when he visited, and the trailer shower was small enough that dressing in the unit was a hassle. Duo usually came out in only underwear and a towel and then quickly dressed.
But while Trowa had seen Duo's body before, he hadn't really had the time to admire it.
The new scar on his jaw was far from the only one on his body. He had the same assortment of war-time wounds that the others did as well as a handful that Trowa had seen him accumulate over the years. The thick scar just to the right of his heart drew Trowa's attention, as it always did. That wasn't from the war, or from immediately after, when he and Trowa had worked with the Sweepers. It was a scar Trowa had first seen when Duo came back to them after his two year absence, and it was a scar that Duo had never explained to him.
He knew the stories behind a fair number of the other scars. He and Duo had a habit of buying a decent bottle of whiskey and emptying it together whenever he visited, and the alcohol always made both of them talk about themselves more than they otherwise would. It was the only time Trowa allowed himself to actually get drunk instead of just buzzed, and he suspected it was the case for Duo as well.
The scar over his heart wasn't the only mystery, however. Duo had a dozen or so tattoos that decorated his torso and arms. It seemed that almost every time Trowa saw Duo he had a new tattoo.
"Turn around," Trowa spoke up, stopping Duo from undoing his trousers as he caught sight of a new line of ink on Duo's back.
Duo complied without hesitation.
The grim reaper had been the first tattoo Duo came back with and it spanned most of his back. But above that, running from the nape of his neck across his right shoulder, was a line of text.
Only the dead have seen the end of war.
It was new, and Trowa wondered what had inspired it, aside from the truth of the statement.
"Face me again," he instructed and Duo turned back, a questioning tilt to his eyebrows.
"Another new tattoo," Trowa explained, since there was no reason not to.
Duo nodded, but he didn't offer any information about it. Trowa hadn't really expected him to.
"Keep going," Trowa said when Duo rested his hands on the waistband of his pants, waiting.
Duo unfastened them and let the heavy black cargo pants fall down to the floor before bending to pick them up and lay them over the rest of his clothes.
He toed off his boots and set them on the floor, side by side, under the chair.
As Duo stood before Trowa in only his socks and underwear, Trowa realized that he hadn't removed any weapons.
He knew Duo didn't walk around unarmed - none of them did if they could help it. Maybe he had a knife or a gun in the pockets of his pants?
Duo had to balance on first one foot and then the other to pull off his socks, and Trowa smirked at that, because it wasn't necessarily the most elegant move, but it was a very Duo way to do things - direct and efficient and a little goofy.
Duo hooked his fingers around the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down slowly, and Trowa wondered if he was trying to make a show of this or simply hesitating before having to stand in front of Trowa completely exposed.
He watched Duo place the boxers on top of the rest of the clothes, watched the way Duo's hands drifted back to his sides, the way he made no move to cover himself despite the fact that his face betrayed a fair amount of tension.
Duo wasn't hard, and that didn't really surprise Trowa given the fact that he was probably extremely nervous. If Duo had already been hard, just from Trowa ordering him to undress for the first time, then this would have ventured into the realm of unbelievable fantasy instead of a somewhat tricky first time.
Duo had little body hair, just a sparse patch around his groin, light enough in color that it, like the hair on his legs, didn't stand out that much.
"Kneel," Trowa said.
Duo frowned a little, but complied, sinking down to his knees.
"Spread your legs," Trowa instructed. "Your knees should be parallel to your shoulders."
Duo shifted his legs apart.
"Put your hands on the back of your head."
Duo looked like he wanted to make a joke, but he remained silent and followed the command.
Trowa reached out and took hold of Duo's braid. He pulled it forward so that it draped over Duo's right shoulder to hang over his chest, the end of it only a few inches short of his navel.
"Tomorrow, when I'm done with the show, I want to come back here and find you just like this."
Duo nodded.
"Okay. Um - I can speak, right?"
Trowa smirked.
"Unless I tell you not to, yes. You can speak."
He reached down and ran his fingers through Duo's bangs. His hair was soft and very fine. Not quite how Trowa had imagined it. But better.
Duo leaned into his touch, just a little, and Trowa smirked at that.
"I want you to speak," Trowa continued. "Remember, I want to hear you beg."
Duo swallowed hard and nodded.
"Right."
"But I always want to hear you tell me if you like something."
"Okay."
"Is there something I'm going right now that you like?" Trowa prompted.
"Oh. Yeah. I - I like you touching me. I like your fingers in my hair."
"You enjoy me petting you?"
Duo blushed again.
"Yeah," he laughed softly. "I guess I enjoy you petting me."
"I also want you to tell me if you don't like something. If it's too much. If you want me to stop, or slow down. If you need me to be more gentle."
Duo frowned.
"That's… allowed?"
Trowa nodded.
"I told you this was about trust." He ran his fingers down the left side of Duo's face, tracing the corner of his eye and down his cheek. "I want to make you cry Duo, I want to taste your tears and I want to hear you gasping and moaning and I want you completely incoherent. But I don't want to do anything to you that you don't want me to do to you."
"How - do I just say stop?"
"No. In the middle of sex, stop isn't always the best word to use."
Duo drew in a deep breath when Trowa ran his fingers over his lips.
Trowa arched an eyebrow at him.
"I like that too," Duo said.
"You need two words - one to let me know I need to stop. One to let me know I need to scale back, to go slower or softer."
Duo nodded.
Trowa ran his fingers down to the scar on Duo's neck.
"What happened here?"
Duo hesitated.
"I - I don't have to tell you that, do I?"
Duo's refusal made Trowa incredibly curious, but he wasn't about to force Duo into anything - especially not sharing parts of himself that he didn't want to.
"No," Trowa said and he let his fingers drift back to Duo's hair, pulling slightly at the roots as he ran his fingers through his bangs.
"I like that too," Duo said, and his breath was a little harsher. "The pulling."
Trowa did it again and Duo rocked forward a bit.
"Yes," Duo said.
Trowa looked away from his face, down his body, and he could see that Duo was now fully erect, his cock jutting out, red and demanding attention.
"You should pick words that you wouldn't say - words that are completely out of context from what we will be doing."
"Like Quatre?" Duo suggested, his curved lips letting Trowa know it was a joke.
"If you say Quatre while I've got my dick buried inside of you I might never forgive you," Trowa told him in all seriousness.
"Fair enough," Duo said.
"What about red for stop and yellow for slow down?" Duo offered.
"Those are good. Neither of us will forget what those mean."
Not after years spent around machines, not after piloting Gundams and hacking into computers and military compounds.
Trowa stepped away from Duo and sat down on the couch against the wall opposite from the kitchen.
Duo had helped him move this couch in a few years ago, bitching because he had shown up the night before with an open cut on the palm of his hand and he hadn't been able to grip the couch as well as either of them wanted him to when they negotiated up the stairs and into the trailer.
Duo remained kneeling on the floor, an uncertain expression on his face.
"Come here," Trowa said and indicated his lap.
The uncertain expression grew more uncertain.
"Yellow or red?" Trowa asked.
"Um, neither," Duo said. He stood up and walked over. "I just… you want me to just sit on your lap."
"Yes. Put your knees here and here," Trowa indicated the couch on either side of his legs.
"Right. Never done this before," Duo muttered. He positioned himself as Trowa had instructed, balancing his weight until Trowa reach out and gently pushed him down, so that his ass was resting on Trowa's knees.
"I imagine we're going to do a lot that you haven't done before," Trowa said.
Duo smirked.
"Yeah. I imagine so."
"Where do you want to put your hands?" Trowa asked Duo.
"Oh. I… I have no idea. I feel kind of stupid just sitting here like this, though."
Trowa nodded.
"You can put them behind your head, like I had you do before," Trowa suggested, moving Duo's hands into the position himself.
Duo shivered at the touch of Trowa's fingers against his skin, and he shifted in Trowa's lap a little, his cock nudging Trowa's chest.
"Or, if I give you permission, you can touch me," Trowa said.
"Do I… have your permission?"
"Yes. I would like it if you touched me. You can put your hands on my shoulders," he added when Duo's hands started to lower. "This time. Another time, I might give you permission to touch me where you want to." he continued when Duo frowned.
Duo nodded.
His touch was tentative, his strong fingers barely gripping Trowa's shoulders.
"What have you done before?" Trowa asked Duo.
"Huh?"
"You're a virgin," Trowa reminded him. "But what have you experienced?"
Trowa took advantage of Duo's proximity to run his hands over his chest, tracing over the scars and tattoos, feeling the muscles jump under his touch and Duo's strong heartbeat.
"Not much," Duo admitted. "I've kissed a few guys - and Hilde, once. I almost - almost gave someone a blow job."
"Almost?"
Duo nodded and he looked a little miserable, until Trowa distracted him by pinching his right nipple.
Duo gasped and rocked forward.
"I like that," he said, and he sounded a little surprised by the knowledge.
Trowa smirked.
"Good. Now answer my question."
"Almost, because he freaked out after his pants were down and decided he didn't really want to try anything with a guy."
Trowa arched an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Duo confirmed with a sigh. "It was Quatre."
Trowa had had a rather similar experience with the blond Gundam pilot himself. He hadn't gotten that far - Quatre had stopped him as soon as Trowa's hands reached for his pants - and he wondered which attempt, his or Duo's, had happened first.
Trowa shifted his attention to Duo's left nipple, pinching it harder than he had the right and Duo moaned.
"Sorry," Duo apologized. "I didn't -"
"Don't," Trowa interrupted him and he made his tone firm. "Do not ever apologize for letting me know you enjoy something."
He leaned forward and took the hard nub in his mouth, sucking on it and then biting down gently.
Duo moaned again and his grip on Trowa's shoulders tightened.
"This is mine," Trowa said when he pulled away. "Your pleasure is mine - and if you want this, you won't apologize for what I make you feel. And you won't try to hide it from me."
Duo nodded.
Trowa ran his hands through Duo's bangs again, using the gesture to pull Duo's face close.
"You have nothing to be ashamed of with me. What you feel - what you need - what you want - what you don't want. I want to know all of it."
Duo nodded again and Trowa kissed him.
He brushed his lips against Duo's soft at first, gentle, but when Duo leaned into the touch Trowa pressed back, allowing the kiss to hint at just how much he would dominate Duo's body in the future.
He pressed his tongue against Duo's lips and Duo opened his mouth and he made a sound in the back of his throat that was primal and erotic and Trowa felt his own blood pounding in his ears.
Duo's tongue tangled with his and Trowa had to smile against his lips.
It was clear that Duo could be submissive, at least in what they had tried so far, but he was far from passive.
Duo's lips curved upwards as well as he felt Trowa's smile.
Trowa eased back from the kiss.
"I want you to show me how you like to be touched," Trowa said to him.
It took Duo a moment to focus on his words.
Duo drew in a deep breath and removed his hands from Trowa's shoulders.
Trowa felt him settle back on Trowa's knees, shifting so that he had more room to touch himself.
"I normally use lotion or something," Duo said.
"I've got lubricant in my bedroom, in the nightstand drawer. Get it."
Duo eased off of Trowa's lap and went to fetch it.
He came back a moment later and settled on Trowa's lap again before spreading some of the lube on his right palm.
"Do you use both hands?" Trowa asked.
"No."
"Then put your left hand back on my shoulder."
Duo complied and then reached down to touch himself with his right hand, making a loose fist around his cock and tugging slowly and firmly.
"What do you think about when you touch your cock?"
Duo made an inarticulate sound.
"You," he said. "I think about you."
"What about me?"
"You touching me. You kissing me. You - you fucking me."
Trowa ran his left hand down Duo's right arm, feeling his muscles flexed as he worked over his own flesh.
"I think about you sometimes," Trowa told him.
"You do?"
Duo's breathing was uneasy, and his face and chest were flushed.
"Mm." Trowa tugged on his braid a little sharply, making Duo rock forward against him. "I think about spreading your arms and legs and tying you to my bed and keeping you there while I make you come, over and over again, until you're begging me to stop, until you can't handle any more pleasure."
Duo was getting close, if his erratic pace was anything to judge by.
"And each time I make you come, you're going to ask my permission, Duo. You're going to ask me, very nicely, if you are allowed to come for me."
"Uh huh," Duo's eyes were closed and he was biting down on his lower lip.
"Look at me Duo, and ask for my permission."
Duo's eyes snapped open and he looked at Trowa, wide eyed and desperate.
"Please - please, Trowa. Can I - can I come?"
"Yes. Come for me, Duo."
And he did, thick, white spurts that landed on his hand and belly and thighs.
"Stand up so I can clean you off," Trowa instructed.
Duo got to his feet, a little unsteady, and stepped away from the couch.
Trowa sat forward and pulled Duo back, gripping his hips to pull his groin close.
He took his time licking away the evidence of Duo's orgasm, and Duo shuddered under him.
"I like that. Fuck, I like that a lot," Duo said.
Trowa smirked when he finished and then stood up.
"Good."
Duo looked down, at the outline of Trowa's erection, trapped in his pants.
"Did you -"
"Not tonight," Trowa told him. "Tomorrow."
Duo nodded.
"I - thank you."
"Of course." Trowa reached out and ran his thumb over Duo's mouth. "Your pleasure is my pleasure."
Duo's eyes were very intense as they met Trowa's gaze.
"You can sleep out here," Trowa offered, glancing at the couch, "like you always do. Or you can sleep with me."
"Which… do you want?" Duo asked.
"If you sleep with me then you'll sleep naked and I'm going to hold you. You might not want that, and I don't mind if you're more comfortable out here tonight."
"I'd be more comfortable out here," Duo confirmed.
Trowa nodded and leaned forward to kiss him one more time, a quick, fierce kiss that had Duo pressing against him.
"Good night," Trowa said.
"Night."
Duo watched him go into the bedroom, and as Trowa closed the door to give Duo privacy, he couldn't help but lean back against it and curse.
He was so fucked.
It was clear, just from this, the most innocent and tame of dominance play, that Trowa was quickly going to get obsessed with Duo. And that was not going to be a good thing.
