A/N: I am NOT an expert on BDSM.

A/N #2: I don't speak Polish. I'm sorry if I butchered it.

A/N #3: Um… fair warning, this is not just porn without plot. So just… keep a weathered eye to the horizon, I guess?

Warnings: language, sex, violence, BDSM, angst

Pairings: 2x3

Sideshow

Chapter Two

When Trowa woke up in the morning the trailer was empty.

He had a brief moment of panic and regret as he glanced at the folded up blanket and the pillow on the foot of the couch, but then he caught sight of Duo's heavy black jacket still folded over the kitchenette chair.

Duo would not abandon that jacket. Trowa had seen him wear it for the last three years, had watched him painstakingly mend holes and rips with a needle and thread, and he knew there was some significance for Duo.

So Duo was still here, still somewhere nearby.

Trowa showered and dressed for the day and tried very hard not to wonder how Duo felt about last night now that he had had the chance to sleep, to wake up and reflect about it and start to doubt whether or not it was such a good idea.

Once dressed, Trowa made the trek over to Shandor's trailer.

The front door was open, and he looked in to see Cathy and Shandor deep in a conversation that involved broad hand gestures.

He made sure to stand out of their line of sight - he had made the mistake, last year, of walking in on a conversation that involved broad hand gestures and as a result had found himself dressed up like a mermaid, swimming in pool that Shandor made vanish. The trick had played well, and Duo, who had seen it at least three times, still liked to tease him about it.

After a few minutes, Cathy and Shandor seemed to come to some kind of decision about whatever new act they were discussing, and Trowa prayed he wasn't going to be involved yet again.

As Cathy left the trailer, however, she spotted him lurking and smirked.

Fuck.

"Trowa! Shandor and I were just talking about you!"

He glared at her.

"I'm not dressing up like a mermaid again."

"You were a merman, Trowa," Cathy corrected him. "Not a mermaid."

He kept his glare stony.

She rolled her eyes.

"Honestly, you looked sexy. But no, we don't want to put you in a merman costume again. We've got a new idea."

Trowa was afraid to ask, so he just gave her a disdainful sniff and walked into the trailer, her laughter following him.

"Ah, I wondered if you would make it over this morning," Shandor greeted him.

Trowa arched an eyebrow.

He always came over to Shandor's trailer in the mornings.

Trowa had never been much of a coffee drinker. Growing up with mercs, mechanics and terrorists, the only coffee available had been sludge strong enough to strip paint. Cathy, on the other hand, made coffee so weak it was simply colored water. It wasn't until Trowa had started waking up in Shandor's bed that he had had real coffee - smooth and rich and smelling like heaven.

Shandor poured him a cup and Trowa accepted it gratefully and sat down at the small table in the front portion of the trailer. Shandor joined him.

"Usually you sleep in when your Duo visits," Shandor said.

Your Duo.

Shandor had always called him that, and a fair number of the circus folk did as well. It was almost as if they needed to constantly remind Trowa that Duo was his responsibility - that if he did something wrong while on the circus grounds, it would be Trowa's fault.

"We didn't drink last night," Trowa told him.

They normally would have, but Trowa was certainly willing to forgo a chance to get drunk for a chance to be intimate with Duo.

Shandor looked amused.

"He was fixing the refrigeration unit on beverage cart earlier."

Trowa nodded. That sounded like Duo.

It was another habit of his, tinkering with anything mechanical, and every time he visited he left the circus machinery in much better shape than Trowa was able to maintain. Duo was simply a better mechanic, more intuitive than Trowa, and Trowa never had the time to devote to any lengthy repairs.

"I'm glad. I couldn't figure out what was wrong with it."

"August spent half an hour ogling him while he worked."

Trowa rolled his eyes. That didn't surprise him. August had never made any secret of his attraction to Duo.

"I'm sure Duo loved that."

Shandor smirked.

"It was very amusing for me to watch them," he confessed. "I particularly enjoyed the look on August's face when Duo finally threw down his wrench and said that he was already in a relationship."

Trowa barely managed to keep his face neutral.

"Really?"

Shandor nodded, and there was a calculating look in his dark eyes.

"And of course August tripped all over himself to apologize and run away. Which begs the question, why didn't Duo think of that excuse sooner? August has been after him for years."

Trowa shrugged.

"No idea."

Shandor's eyes narrowed.

"Be careful with that one, moj cenny jeden. He will not be as easy to train as you were."

Trowa sighed. He was usually so damn good at hiding his emotions, at keeping his face neutral. Shandor, however, had always been able to see right through him.

"I know," he said.

"He will fight you," Shandor predicted.

And even though Duo hadn't last night, not really, Trowa knew Shandor was right about that too. Last night had been a very tame experiment compared to what Trowa really wanted from Duo.

"You will have to keep him disciplined," Shandor continued.

Yes, Trowa knew that much as well, and he had already started to think of how he wanted to introduce Duo to that aspect of their relationship.

Shandor made a tsking sound and Trowa turned his thoughts back to their conversation.

"You have wanted him for a long time, haven't you?"

"Yes," Trowa admitted.

"Be careful," Shandor repeated.

"I will be careful with him. You taught me well."

"I meant, be careful for yourself, moj cenny jeden."

-o-

Trowa didn't see Duo until lunch, when most of the circus folk gathered together to share food and conversation.

Duo sat down with with Trowa, Cathy and Besnik and gave them a tired smile.

Trowa had to arch an eyebrow at his appearance.

Duo was filthy, his face smeared with dirt and grease and his arms and clothes in similar condition. He had a black bandana wrapped around his hair, keeping it out of his face, and it made him look even more like a space rat than he normally did.

"Are those my clothes?" Trowa realized, looking at the now dirty gray shirt and green drawstring pants. Trowa's toolbelt completed the look, but Trowa was used to Duo borrowing that.

Duo looked sheepish.

"Yeah…" he slanted a look over at Cathy. "She made me change."

Trowa looked over at Cathy, who glared at him.

"Honestly. If Duo is going to take the time out of his vacation to fix things for us, he's not going to ruin his own clothes doing it."

Trowa rolled his eyes.

"But it's fine for him to ruin my clothes."

"You are perfectly capable of doing laundry," Cathy informed him tartly.

Trowa opened his mouth to retort, but Duo's delighted smirk had him snapping his mouth closed again.

"I heard you worked a miracle on the beverage cart," Besnik spoke up, his blue eyes twinkling in amusement. He had said on multiple occasions that one of his favorite hobbies was watching Trowa and Cathy bicker.

Duo shrugged one shoulder and accepted the plate of food Cathy handed him.

"Yeah, Tro already had it in decent condition. I just tweaked a few things."

Trowa appreciated the acknowledgement, but he knew Duo had likely done more than tweak a few things.

"I took a look at that dry ice machine for you too, Cathy," Duo said after a few bites of his sandwich. "Should be good to go now."

"Thank you," she smiled at him. "It's so nice to have someone useful around."

Trowa gave her a look and she smiled sweetly at him.

Duo and Besnik both laughed.

"Speaking of useful," Duo said and waggled his eyebrows at Trowa, "I could use a hand this afternoon if you're free? I told Nicholae I'd fix the heating unit in his trailer but I'm going to need an extra set of hands to do it."

Trowa shrugged.

"I'm free."

Duo smiled and Trowa had to assume that he wasn't secretly in full freak out mode over last night. It was likely Duo could have asked someone else to help him, it didn't sound like a task that really needed a mechanic of Trowa's skill as an assistant. Clearly, Duo wanted to be around him.

After lunch they headed over to Nicholae's trailer and were greeted by his younger sister, Sylvan.

"Heya brat," Duo said to her when she opened the door to let them inside.

She glared up at him and he ruffled her hair.

Trowa smirked.

Sylvan was thirteen, and while she was a loner, she was also a smart mouth. Trowa remembered the first time Sylvan and Duo had spoken to each other, when she was only seven, and she had asked about his braid, claiming that only girls had hair like that and telling Duo that he wasn't a girl and he wasn't allowed to. Duo had given her a very serious look and informed her that his braid wasn't a girly braid. It was a manly braid that he used to tickle brats with and had proceeded to do just that, making Sylvan shriek and run from him.

She usually followed Duo around like a shadow when he visited, watching him repair things and asking him questions about the Sweepers and the War. Nicholae was an acrobot and a juggler, just like their mother, Simza. But, thus far, Sylvan had shown no aptitude or interest in either.

"Alright, brat, why don't you supervise while Tro and I fix this thing?" Duo suggested.

Sylvan pulled up a chair and watched them disassemble the heater unit.

"How did you two meet?" Sylvan asked.

Duo gave Trowa a look, one corner of his mouth curved upwards.

"During a battle," Duo said, turning back to his work, but Trowa could see he was amused, no doubt thinking back to that moment ten years ago.

"Did you guys win it?"

"Sort of," Duo said and then grunted as he had to use force to pry off the cover of the unit.

"What does that mean?"

"It means we started off trying to kill each other," Trowa explained.

"Oh."

He looked over to see Sylvan's eyes were wide.

"It's okay," Duo assured her as he handed parts off to Trowa. "He realized he was wrong and we became the very best of friends."

Trowa rolled his eyes. It had certainly not been that quick, or that easy.

"I thought you were the one who was wrong," Trowa said.

"No, no. It was definitely you. Remember, I was on Heero's side - and Heero is never wrong."

Trowa snorted in amusement and Duo grinned at him.

"You never talk about the war," Sylvan said to Trowa, and Duo's grin slipped.

"No, I don't," Trowa agreed.

"Why not?"

"Jeez, brat," Duo muttered. "You trying to run an interrogation?"

"She reminds me of you," Trowa had to say.

Duo glared.

"Is this going to become some joke about being a brat?"

"I never make jokes about that."

Sylvan made a frustrated noise.

"But Duo talks about it."

"Only to you, and only when you ask," Duo said and returned to his work. "And I don't… there's a lot I'd rather not talk about."

"Was it scary?"

"Every damn day," Duo said, his voice low.

"Then why did you do it?"

Duo arched an eyebrow at Trowa, as if inviting him to answer first.

Trowa really didn't feel comfortable answering the question and he shook his head slightly.

"Somebody had to," Duo spoke up, answering for both of them. "Somebody had to protect the colonies."

Maybe that had been Duo's motivation, but they both knew it hadn't been Trowa's.

"But you don't fight anymore," Sylvan pressed.

"War's over," Duo said. "Pass me that wrench," he asked Trowa.

"But people are still fighting. I saw the news scroll - there are riots on some of the colonies."

"Yeah, well," Duo grunted as he put effort into loosening up a bolt. "Riots happen when there's an economic depression and people can't get work or food or housing."

The conversation was taking a darker turn that Trowa wanted. The circus, partly because they moved around so much and partly because of how insular their community was, had been a relatively sheltered place for Sylvan to grow up in. The circus had performed on colonies that were in distress, and their current spot was far from well-off, but Sylvan hadn't really been exposed to the worst of it.

"Damnit," Duo cursed. He turned around to look at Sylvan. "Can you go grab your brother or your mom? This thing is going to need a bit more love than I can give it."

Sylvan sighed, but complied and left the trailer.

"Sorry," Duo apologized to Trowa and went back to work on the heater. "That got a little dark, I know."

"When we were her age…"

Duo snorted.

"When we were her age we'd already lost count of the laws we'd broken," Duo said.

Trowa nodded in agreement.

"And we shed a lot of blood to make sure she didn't live in that kind of world," Trowa reminded him.

"That we did."

"What's wrong with it?" Trowa asked Duo. "Will you need any replacement parts?"

"Oh - uh, no. I just didn't know how to change the subject."

Trowa chuckled.

"She's going to be so pissed at you when she realizes."

"Yeah, well. She's thirteen. She's already pissed at the world."

From Duo's tone of voice, it was very clear that he was too.

Trowa refrained from commenting, however.

"I, uh," Duo looked over at him and he was blushing again. "I'll shower before tonight."

All thoughts of riots and angry teenagers were erased from Trowa's mind at those words.

He nodded.

"Good."

-o-

Trowa took his time after the show, finishing up his nightly chores and checking in with the lions and even letting Pesha berate him for a few minutes before he went back to his trailer.

He used the time to steady himself, because he had been thinking about this moment all night, anticipating the sight of Duo naked and kneeling on the floor of his trailer, waiting for him.

He wanted to be calm. He needed to be calm. Things were always better that way, when he could take his time and enjoy it.

And he liked the burn of anticipation and arousal, he liked the hum of his blood and the sensitivity of his skin as he imagined the weight of Duo's body against him, the press of his firm skin.

As he approached the trailer he could see the dim glow of the kitchen light, a soft golden glow around the edge of the curtains on the small window on the wall above the couch.

He'd wondered - wondered if Duo would be waiting for him in the dark or would leave the light on.

Duo was in the position Trowa had shown him last night. He had even remembered to drape his braid over his right shoulder, and the thick tail drew Trowa's attention to Duo's cock. Unlike last night, when Duo had adopted this position, tonight Duo's cock was already hard.

"Have you been touching yourself, Duo?" Trowa asked as he closed the door behind him and locked it.

Duo swallowed, guessing from Trowa's tone that he had made a mistake.

"Yes," he admitted.

"Why?"

He hesitated and Trowa crossed his arms, content to wait for a response.

"Because I've been thinking about tonight all day and I was already hard just thinking about it and I wanted to."

It was an honest answer, but Trowa didn't really expect Duo to lie to him, over this or anything else.

Trowa sat down on the couch, leaning back against the cushions and crossing his right leg over his left. He regarded Duo in silence for several minutes, until Duo started to squirm.

"As soon as you adopt this position, you are mine, Duo," Trowa spoke up when he felt Duo was nearly his limit of silence from Trowa.

"I - okay."

"And that means you will not touch yourself until I give you permission to do so. I don't care how excited you get thinking about what I'm going to do to you, you will behave yourself."

Duo sucked in a breath, and it seemed as though he was on the verge of saying something, but instead he just nodded.

Trowa waited another few minutes before uncrossing his legs and sitting up straighter.

"Come here."

Duo rose and approached him.

"Like last time?" He asked, pausing before joining Trowa on the couch.

"No." Trowa was glad Duo had thought to ask instead of just assuming. "I want you to lay down, on your belly, across my lap."

Duo gave him an odd look, but he followed Trowa's instructions, situating himself on Trowa's lap. Trowa spread his legs a bit, balancing Duo's lower torso on his left leg and this thighs on his right.

Duo's body was tense, and it was obvious he was anxious and uncertain about what Trowa would do to him.

Trowa slowly ran his right hand over Duo's spine, tracing the bones and the tattoos downwards until he reached the curve of Duo's ass.

Duo was lean, and while he was muscled, his body showed years of malnourishment and Trowa doubted he had a steady diet when he wasn't with the circus.

He spread his hand wide and caressed the globes of Duo's ass, parting them slightly and running one finger between the crack.

Duo shuddered and Trowa could feel his hard cock stabbing against his thigh.

He gently pressed the pad of his index finger against Duo's anus.

"I'm - I'm ready for that," Duo spoke up, his voice thready.

"Ready for what?" Trowa asked.

"For you - for sex."

"Maybe you are," Trowa allowed.

"I want it," Duo said and turned his head to look at Trowa, his blue eyes serious.

"I'm sure you do," Trowa agreed and Duo's eyes narrowed. "But I'm not going to spoil you by giving you everything you want right away. I don't spoil my pets, Duo. You might want sex now," he continued and pressed his finger a little deeper, barely pushing into Duo's body and Duo gasped, "but what you need right now is discipline. When you need sex, I will give you that," he assured Duo.

"Discipline?" Duo echoed.

Trowa nodded and pulled his hand away and smoothed it over Duo's ass again.

"Yes. Discipline." Trowa raised his palm and brought it back down, hard and fast and Duo yelped in surprise.

"Did you just - you just spanked me!" Duo looked at him with furious eyes and Trowa had to fight back amusement. He had expected exactly this reaction.

"Yes," Trowa said calmly. "I did."

He did so again, delivering a blow to Duo's right cheek and then another to his left.

Duo struggled in his lap, trying to turn over, but Trowa put his left hand between Duo's shoulder blades and kept him pinned in place.

"Damnit, Trowa, I'm not a five year old! I don't need to be spanked."

Trowa didn't bother to hide his amusement at that.

He snorted derisively.

"That's exactly what you need," he told Duo and pushed him back down when Duo fought him again after another stinging blow. "You haven't been disciplined a single day in your life." He hit Duo again and Duo writhed, hissing angrily. "You do whatever you want." Another blow. "And you think you know what's best for you." Another blow. "What you need." Another blow and Duo made an angry, frustrated noise in his throat. "What you want." Trowa hit him again before taking a moment to admire Duo's ass. His pale skin was red, and Trowa had hit him hard enough once or twice to leave distinct hand prints. He hit him again and Duo actually growled.

"But the truth is," Trowa continued, and he lowered his voice and gentled his tone. "The truth is that you don't really know what you want." He delivered another blow, but checked himself at the last second, so that it landed with much less force than the others. Duo had clearly been anticipating a harsher blow, though, and he rocked forward, trying to move away from Trowa's hand, and it brought his still erect cock in contact with Trowa's thigh again. He gasped and Trowa smiled.

"You have no idea what you need," he said and his next blow was even lighter, gentle enough to almost be a caress and Duo moaned. Duo rocked against Trowa's thigh again and Trowa hit him harder, surprising Duo. "You are not in control of this, Duo," he reminded him and delivered another blow, just as hard. "If I want you to feel pleasure, you will." He caressed Duo again and Duo jumped a little in surprise. "And when I want you to feel pain, you will be grateful." He delivered another light blow. "Because I know what you need Duo. You need discipline."

He went back to the harder slaps, counting to five between each one, alternating cheeks, until Duo was drawing in harsh breaths and his ass was a solid reddish-pink.

"Discipline lets you appreciate the pain, Duo, and it teaches you to wait for the pleasure."

He removed his left arm from Duo's shoulders.

"Get the aloe from the bathroom," he instructed Duo.

Duo got to his feet, a little unsteady, and Trowa could see that his face was red, his eyes bright and his mouth set in a tense line. His erection was almost as red as his face, the head of his cock wet with smeared precum.

Trowa wondered how much of Duo's anger was over Trowa's treatment of him and how much was directed at himself, for clearly appreciated some aspect of the punishment.

When Duo returned with the small jar, Trowa gestured for him to return to the same position.

Duo resituated himself.

"Spread your legs a little," Trowa instructed him.

Duo did so, letting Trowa push his thighs several inches apart.

Trowa opened the jar and spread some of the aloe on his fingers before touching Duo again, rubbing the cool gel into Duo's abused flesh.

Duo sucked in a relieved breath and his head fell down onto the couch.

Trowa took his time soothing Duo, gently but firmly applying the gel on his skin until Duo's ass gleamed.

He added a little more gel to his fingers before skimming down the crevice between Duo's cheeks. He teased the tight ring around Duo's entrance until he was pushing back against him.

"Duo."

Duo sighed.

"You're the one fingering me," he muttered.

Trowa smirked, amused at his belligerent tone. In the future, Duo would learn, but for now, at least, he was still very new to all of this.

"Because this is mine," Trowa reminded him, pulling his hand away. "Did you enjoy that?"

"The biting my lip until I thought I was going to bleed so I didn't tell you to stop hitting me and go fuck yourself? No, not so much."

Trowa rolled his eyes. Shandor had been right, as usual. Duo was definitely not going to be easy to train.

"I meant this part," Trowa said and pressed his anus again.

"Oh. Yeah - yes, I enjoyed that."

"Hm. Don't lie to me, Duo."

Duo turned to look at him.

"I'm not - I did enjoy that."

Trowa arched an eyebrow.

"But you didn't enjoy your spanking?"

Duo glared at him.

"No."

"If you didn't enjoy it then why are you still hard?"

Duo swallowed and he looked uncomfortable.

"Go back to your spot."

Duo looked a little mutinous at that, at being directed to go sit, as though he was a pet.

But he was. Whether he understood it yet or not, he was Trowa's.

He got up and returned to his spot, kneeling and putting his hands behind his head without being told to do so.

Trowa replaced the lid on the aloe and stood up.

He saw Duo's eyes drift down to his erection, to the less than subtle wet spot on his trousers that revealed Trowa's own enjoyment.

Trowa walked past Duo to return the aloe to the bathroom and then went into the bedroom to retrieve the lubricant from his nightstand.

He sat back down on the couch and regarded Duo. His ass was still red, and Trowa imagined he would be sore tomorrow. He wondered how long Duo would stay, if it would be long enough for Trowa to see if any bruises developed.

"What would you like?" He asked Duo.

Duo looked at him suspiciously.

"I thought I didn't know what I wanted."

Trowa smirked.

"Not really, but that doesn't mean I don't want to hear what you think you want."

Duo seemed to consider that.

"I'd like to kiss you."

Trowa nodded.

"Anything else?"

"I'd like to see you, to touch you."

"Is that all?"

Duo frowned.

"Do you want to stay unsatisfied all night?" Trowa gestured to Duo's still hard cock.

"Not particularly."

Trowa stood up, and the weight of Duo's gaze on his was heady, almost a caress, and as Trowa undressed he watched Duo's eyes follow his hands, watched him lick his lips and rock forward, just a bit, when Trowa's cock was revealed.

Trowa laid his clothes over the kitchen chair where Duo's jacket still hung and then sat back down on the couch.

He put one hand on his right thigh and Duo rose to his feet and came back to him.

"Just like last night," Trowa told him and Duo settled onto his lap with a contented sigh, his hands going to Trowa's shoulders and his thigh muscles jumping as their cocks brushed together.

Trowa threaded his fingers through Duo's bangs, petting and tugging until Duo's eyes closed and his lips parted, until he let go of his anger and resentment and felt only Trowa's touch.

He pulled Duo against him and kissed him firmly. Duo kissed him back, his mouth opening to Trowa's tongue and he sucked on him, on his lips and his tongue until Trowa was on the verge of losing control. But Trowa pressed back, regained control of the kiss, gentled it and explored Duo's mouth leisurely.

When he pulled away Duo's eyes were hooded, his breathing shallow, and his skin flushed. He was beautiful like this, passionate and at Trowa's mercy.

"You wanted to touch me?" Trowa asked him.

Duo nodded.

"Where?"

"Everywhere."

Trowa smirked.

"You are so very greedy," he rebuked him while running his knuckles over Duo's jaw. Duo leaned into the touch.

"I'm a street rat and a spacer," Duo reminded him. "Of course I'm greedy."

"Hm. I'm not going to let you become a spoiled brat," Trowa reminded him. "You can touch me," he decided, "but only with your mouth."

Duo seemed to consider that.

"Can I move?" He shifted on his haunches.

"No."

Duo looked down, at Trowa's cock, and then back up at his face.

"I'm not that flexible," he complained.

"If I wanted you to suck my cock right now, you'd be doing it," Trowa told him bluntly.

He could see Duo's pulse jump, could feel Duo's excitement at his words, but Duo nodded and remained on Trowa's lap.

Duo leaned forward, pressing a light kiss to Trowa's lips before kissing his way across his jaw and down his neck. He bit down on Trowa's pulsepoint and Trowa hissed in surprise. Duo smiled against his skin.

"My teeth are in my mouth."

God. What the hell had Trowa gotten himself into with this monster?

Duo licked at his neck, soothing the bite, and then kissed his way down Trowa's chest before reaching his nipples.

Trowa waited for another bite, but Duo merely licked and sucked on his nipples, until Trowa was fighting to stay still.

"Satisfied?" Trowa asked him once Duo had treated both of nipples to the same gentle torture.

"I guess," Duo said, and it was clear he wanted license to do more.

"Put your hands back behind your head," Trowa instructed.

Duo did so and Trowa kissed him again.

Duo let him control the kiss this time, he still pressed back, still sucked on Trowa's tongue, but he didn't try to fight him.

Trowa spread lubricant on his right hand before he reached down and finally touched Duo's cock.

Duo moaned into his mouth, a low keen of unexpected pleasure.

Trowa matched his grip and his pace to what Duo had done last night.

Duo had been on edge for long enough that he was soon close to orgasm, and he pulled away from the kiss with a gasp.

"Please," he panted. "I'm close."

"And?"

"And," Duo seemed to be struggling. "Please, can I come?"

"Yes."

Duo shuddered against him, his thighs jerking forward as he came, spilling onto Trowa's hand and body.

Trowa loosened his grip, but continued to stroke Duo slowly.

Duo made a strangled noise in his throat.

"It's really sensitive," he said.

"Yellow or red?" Trowa reminded him.

"N - neither. I just, uhh, I don't usually keep going after I come. I - fuck, Trowa, I -"

"Ask, Duo."

"Trowa - I, oh God, Trowa can I come again?" It sounded like Duo was asking for permission just as much as he was asking for an answer to the possibility.

"Yes."

Duo shuddered against him, gasping for breath. He didn't ejaculate again, but the boneless way he rested against Trowa made it clear he had experienced another orgasm.

"A first for you?" Trowa guessed.

Duo nodded.

"I never knew that was even possible."

"If you exercise your pelvic floor muscles you can achieve multiple orgasms more commonly."

"But I didn't actually ejactulate."

Trowa shrugged.

"Did it still feel like an orgasm?"

Duo nodded.

"Fuck, yes."

"Because it was."

Duo leaned back on his heels and then winced slightly as his ass took most of his weight.

Trowa wondered if Duo would continue to be angry when he thought about the spanking. He wondered how long it would take Duo to link pain and pleasure in his mind.

Duo's gaze strayed down to Trowa's cock again.

"Yes?"

Duo smirked, not at all self-conscious for getting caught staring.

"You're still hard."

"Of course I am. Getting you off is one of the most arousing things I can imagine doing."

Duo stared at him, his gaze searching for a moment, and Trowa thought that maybe he was beginning to understand.

"Are you going to get off?"

"Would you like me to?"

"Yes."

"Go back to your spot."

Duo demonstrated less hesitation when following the order this time, and Trowa couldn't decide if he was learning or if he was simply that eager to see Trowa stroke himself.

Either way, Trowa had deprived himself for long enough that he was eager.

He spread more of the lubricant on his fingers, mixing it with Duo's semen, and then touched his cock.

He spread his legs wide, so that Duo could see better, and so that he had greater access to his balls.

Trowa fondled himself, cupping his balls and stroking his perineum with his left hand while gripping his cock with his right. He set a quick pace and kept his hand firm, pulling at his skin and spreading the lube down the his shaft before running his fist up and down the length, from the head to the base.

Duo's eyes were wide, and Trowa could hear his shallow breathing from across the room. He was also hard again, and Trowa debated whether or not he should suck him off. He really didn't want to spoil Duo, to allow him to get what he wanted all of the time, but fuck. Duo looked desperate.

Trowa felt himself reach that precipice before orgasm and he left himself fall, his release stealing his breath away.

He had to lean back against the couch to steady himself.

"Please," Duo croaked.

Trowa arched an eyebrow.

"Please what?"

"Can I taste you?"

"You may." Trowa seriously doubted he had the fortitude to say no to that request, not with Duo looking like that.

Duo got up and walked over to the couch before kneeling between Trowa's open legs. He put his hands on Trowa's shoulders and then leaned forward to lick up the thick white streams and spots from Trowa's orgasm.

Trowa shivered at the feel of Duo's mouth on him, at his tongue licking across his abdomen and his mouth sucking at the head of his cock.

"That's enough," he said and gently pushed Duo's head away when he tried to suck on more of him.

Duo stayed between Trowa's legs, but he put his hands back behind his head and sat back.

"Would you like to come again?" Trowa asked him.

"Yeah but I'm kind of… tonight was a lot."

Trowa nodded. He was glad that Duo knew his own boundaries.

"Where do you want to sleep tonight?"

Duo hesitated.

"The last time I slept with you I almost killed you," he reminded Trowa.

It was true.

They had been doing a salvage mission with the Sweepers on the moon and, as the lowest ranking members of the crew, Duo and Trowa had been saddled with the shittiest shift and the bunk beside the leaking toilet unit.

Duo had fixed that after his first salvage shift, but neither of them had had time to rig up a hammock or scrounge for an extra mattress or pillow and so, exhausted, they had shared the single bunk. Until Trowa had woken up a few hours later with Duo's hands around his throat and it had taken a few minutes of struggling for both of them to wake up enough to realize where they were and who they were. They hadn't been able to go back to sleep after that, and as soon as their next shift ended, Duo strung up a hammock for himself.

"I was a lot scrawnier back then," Trowa said.

Duo snorted.

"So was I."

"I'm willing to take my chances," he told Duo.

Duo continued to hesitate.

"You don't have to share my bed, Duo," Trowa kept his voice neutral. "I'm going to push you and your body, but I'm not going to force you to do anything."

Duo nodded.

"I'll sleep out here. I've got to head out early in the morning anyway."

Trowa had wondered how long he would have. He'd hoped for longer. But two nights was more than nothing.

It was just enough for him to need more.