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Chapter 2:

Good god it was hot. And stuffy. It was a humid hot. Icky. Causing his hair and clothes to stick to him uncomfortably. He felt like he was going to suffocate in the small room. He was grateful for Quatre's assistance, but this place was just miserable! The sun had set hours ago and the stuffy feeling hadn't relented in the least. After dinner, he'd been excited about the prospect of taking a shower. But the place was so humid he had to wonder if he was drying off the shower water or sweat.

He sat on the edge of his bed dressed in a tank top and pair of sleeping pants, still drying out his long hair with a really damp towel. He needed another towel. That would require to head back out and find someone who could help. Fuck. He threw the towel on the back of a chair and relented to the fact that he'd just have to deal with soggy hair. He divided his long locks of chestnut into three sections and began weaving them into a loose braid. Hopefully his hair would air out and be mostly dry by morning. He huffed annoyed, his eyes landing on the ceiling fan in the center of the room. It wasn't much help with the heat though and he had to wonder if it was there just to tease him as well.

There was a knock at the door, but Quatre didn't wait for him to say anything as he allowed himself in. They were apparently sharing a little studio apartment for the night since there was no room for them in the barracks next door. Even though the apartment was set up for a single inhabitant, the Maganac men managed to dig up another bed for Duo. Duo thanked them, even though he would have been more then happy to sleep on the floor. It wouldn't have been the first time.

The blond paused at the front door, a cheery smile on his lips as he moved into the dimly lit apartment. He made his way to the back, where the beds where situated and placed a pile of neatly folded clothes on a chair at the foot of his bed before moving to the open window. He was dressed in a light t-shirt and a pair of rather baggy cotton pants.

Quatre struck a match, lighting something that looked like a candle and placed it on the window sill. It instantly started to smoke. A slight breeze billowing some of the smoke into the room, but there was no scent Duo could discern.

The blond turned to glance at his roommate, setting the box of matches down. "I thought you had already fallen asleep."

Duo grumbled, taking in a deep breath while finishing off his braid. "I'd rather sleep in my gundam. At least that has air conditioning."

Quatre chuckled at him. "It's not that bad," he stated as he sat on the edge of his own bed. "There are other, much more humid places."

Duo groaned, wilting in his place as he tossed his wet braid back. It instantly clung to his back. What was the point of even taking a shower!?

"Be grateful we're nowhere near a large body of water," Quatre stated quietly. The blond watched as the other boy threw himself dramatically on the bed, burying his face into the pillow in misery and smiled.

Duo groggily rolled onto his side. He wasn't going to be sleeping anytime soon in this oppressive heat. He eyed his roommate a bit suspiciously for a moment, his mind racing. "I don't mean to pry or anything, but, um, are you really Quatre Winner? Heir to the Winner Enterprise?"

Quatre's soft smile faded, nodding solemnly.

"No kidding?" Duo was truly surprised, he sat up again intrigued. Quatre cocked his head to the side questioningly. "I mean- It's just that- How do I say this?" Duo was trying hard to come up with the right words.

"You weren't expecting some rich brat to be piloting a gundam?" Quatre sounded bitter.

Duo's face grew long, he blinked at the other pilot opposite him. "That's not what I-"

"It's alright," Quatre interrupted him quietly. "I'm quit the surprising and rebellious tool."

Duo could only stare at the other boy perplexed. For the first time in ages, he found that he couldn't find the right words to lighten the mood. The silence between them growing intensely.

"I'm sorry," Quatre looked up, a fake smile touching his lips. "I didn't mean to snap like that."

That was snapping? Boy, Duo would really hate to be around if this little blond ever decided to punch a wall or something.

"I'm sorry" Quatre's voice was small as he turned to the window situated between the two beds. "It's just... It's just that my whole existence thus far has been a means to an end. I'm expected to play a roll someone else has set up for me. This is the first time I've ever stood on my own, making my own decisions for me. My actions are finally my own."

Duo nodded. There was a lot more deeply buried baggage here then he could possible ever understand. Regardless, he smiled at the blond. "It's ok."

Quatre smiled sadly back.

Duo felt his heart sink at the miserable looking pilot. "Dude, I'm really sorry if I said something out of line. I'm just surprised is all."

Quatre eyed him for a moment before returning his attention to the window. What he was thinking, Duo couldn't begin to fathom. The Deathscythe pilot studied the blond. He was soft spoken and meticulous with his words. He was refined and poised. His face still retained much of it's baby fat, a sharp, sculpted nose situated between aqua eyes. His lips looked just as plump as his face.

Crap. He was starting to check the blond out now. He should feel ashamed of himself. But Duo rarely felt ashamed of anything. The word barely registered in his vocabulary. Quatre really was cute, though. His golden hair looked soft to the touch, just like the rest of him. There was an urge starting to grow in the pit of Duo's stomach. He wanted to kiss those soft looking lips. Maybe even something more.

Duo felt his face flush at the thought. He really should behave. After all, Quatre and his people had been kind enough to give him a safe place to rest, resupply, and fed him.

He glared at the floor for a moment.

Fuck it all!

Duo stood up, crossing the tiny aisle between the two in one stride. Before Quatre could utter a word, the brunette youth bent down, pressing his lips to Quatre's. To his surprise Quatre didn't pull away. Duo decided to push his luck, savoring the blond's full lips. He picked up a trace of mint as he pulled away, catching Quatre's bottom lip with his own. The blond's sea-foam eyes were larger and brighter then he could ever imagine, staring back at him unblinking. Quatre's finally let the breath he was holding out, biting down on his lower lip as a deep blush spread across his full face.

Duo couldn't help but chuckle at that look. It was very sweet and innocent of him, warming him to his very core. Quatre finally blinked at that, his eyes darting across the other pilot's face trying to read him. Duo's smile only widened as he went in for another kiss. He flicked his tongue across the blond's lips as he covered his mouth, prodding and trying to get him to reciprocate.

Quatre seemed to relax into the kiss, timidly opening his mouth to Duo's ministrations. That was all the opening the braided youth needed. He unabashedly caressed the blond's silky tongue with his own. Playing. Teasing. The minty flavor was stronger, probably the remnants of toothpaste. Quatre was responding to him now, returning the kiss if only hesitantly. The blond's tongue timidly venturing forward, twining with Duo's, cautiously exploring the other's mouth.

Duo deepened the kiss, leaning in and placing his hands on either side of the blond, the bed dipping with their combined weight. Quatre fell back onto his elbows. Duo craned his back and neck, following him down, his hands and arm still planted tall. Quatre's hand reached up, fingers nervously coming to rest on the base of the other's head. Duo smiled at bashful action, lowering himself fully on the body beneath him.

The two finally broke away for a breath, Quatre sheepishly smiling up at the deep blue eyes above him. Duo's own smile grow mischievously. He sat up, climbing onto the bed fully and reached out, snaking his arms around the blond and guiding him to sit up as well. Quatre allowed himself to be pulled forward, clumsily teetered on his knees and looming over Duo. The Deathscythe's pilot didn't seem to mind and simply began to plant little kisses down the length of the blond's exposed neck. Quatre braced himself on Duo's shoulders as the brunette's hands urged him closer, bringing the blond's hips to settle into his lap.

Quatre sat straddling the other gundam pilot, eliciting a deep moan from him. Duo's mouth never left the tender skin of Quatre's neck as the other finally settled down. The blond sat about half a head taller then him, which suited him just fine. He reached up with one hand, running slender fingers along the base of the blond's short hair, keeping him in place. Quatre's head bowed forward, his lips nestling near Duo's ears. Quatre's little pants and sighs of delight were hastening. Oh, good god! Those soft little breaths and moans were just so intoxicating!

Duo's hands ran down Quatre's body, getting the blond to shudder. He slipped his hands under Quatre's t-shirt, bringing them back up and feeling every inch of him. His fingers tracing the unmistakable lines of muscles that lay just under the surface, his skin was incredibly soft compared to his callous hands.

Duo paused. He was suddenly self-conscience of himself, rubbing the tips of his callous fingers together and for the first time really taking notice of the rough skin that covered them. He'd worked with his hands for most of his short life. Hell, he'd spent nearly the last six years of his life helping to build the Deathscythe. Nearly losing an arm with a rookie mistake at one point. Quatre, on the other hand, had probably never worked a day in his life. His skin was flawless. No bumps. No bruises. No scars.

Quatre seemed to notice the other's sudden hesitation. He pulled back trying to get a look at the braided pilot, but Duo's head was tilted downward. "Duo?" he whispered breathlessly.

"S-sorry," Duo lifted his eyes to meet the much lighter ones, his uneven smile in place.

Quatre slouched down, trying to sit at an even height with him. His minty eyes drilling into Duo's soul unblinkingly. Duo lost track of time when Quatre suddenly smiled. The blond reached down to take a hold of Duo's hand. He brought it up and planted a delicate kiss on the inside of Duo's wrist, an another on his palm.

That seemed to put his mind to rest. Duo pushed the blond's t-shirt all the way up and with Quatre's help, removed the article of clothing. His lips instantly connected to the freshly revealed skin, and he trailed kisses down onto the bare chest. His tongue ran across the blond's nipple and he began sucking on it. A deep moan greeted his ear as Quatre dug his fingers into his shoulders.

Duo continued to tease the sensitive mound of flesh with his mouth, sucking on the already hardened nipple. He brought a hand up to play with the other nipple, rolling it between his fingers in tandem with his tongue. He absently nipped softly at the hardened flesh, scrapping it with his teeth.

"Ah!" Quatre bolted upright, instantly bringing his hands up to cover his mouth. The pleasurable yelp just a little too loud in his ears. He looked down at the Deathsythe's pilot in bewilderment.

"Sorry," Duo planted a kiss on the offended nipple.

"N-no. I was... I was just surprised," he answered meekly, his voice nearly disappearing into a whisper at the end.

Duo arched a brow devilishly. He carefully scrapped the nipple with his teeth again and Quatre moaned in response, bringing a hand up to his mouth to stifle his cry once again.

Oh god! That was sexy as hell. Duo went back to teasing the blond, moving from one little mound of flesh to the other. Quatre squirmed in his hold, his pounding heart easily felt though his chest. The more he tried to stop the moans from escaping, the more eager Duo seemed to become.

Quatre lost himself in the moment of ecstasy not noticing that he had pulled Duo's tank top up, scrunching it up in a ball at his back. In what seemed to be a single fluid motion, Duo pushed him back, pulled his tank top off, and crawled up onto Quatre. He descended on the blond hungrily, sucking and running his mouth up the blond's torso as Quatre's fingers gripped the back of his head. He trailed hot kisses up Quatre's neck before taking the blond's earlobe in his mouth.

Quatre squirmed under him, his grip tightening on the braided pilot and breath growing heavy with each passing second. Duo ran his tongue along the shell of the other's ear before catching the blond's earlobe between his teeth, nibbling at it. Quatre panted, his body arching at the sensation. Duo shifted and his lustful mind cleared enough to finally register the growing bulge in the other's sleeping pants.

Duo grunted into the fragrant skin under him as he pushed the blond's legs open and climbed in between. Quatre stifled another cry with one hand while sitting up on an elbow as he felt Duo's crotch push into his. Duo leaned forward, taking the other pilot's lips and hushing the cry with an overly eager kiss. He pushed the blond back down on the bed, pressing his hip into him and catching the escaping moans with his mouth.

"God, you're so fucking hot," Duo breathed heavily across the blond's full lips as a hand raced down to settle on Quatre's hip. Quatre responded with a light chuckle between heavy pants and Duo bucked his hip lightly, pushing into the blond while trailing more feathery kisses down his neck and torso. He wanted desperately to take him now. He could feel his own throbbing cock just aching for the blond.

Duo continued moving his hips, grinding his erection into Quatre's. The blond's hands racked across his back. He was probably gonna leave long red marks. But at least they weren't going to be as permanent as his scars. Duo pushed his hip up, pushing his hardened cock up against Quatre's. Fuck, it felt good. Fuck, he wanted to devour the blond.

Duo feverishly moved down Quatre's body, undid the knot of the blond's cotton pants, loosening the fabric around his hips and pushed it down. He left a trail of kisses as he moved downward on the lithe body, his lips stopping on the elastic waistband of Quatre's boxer-shorts. The blond didn't move to stop him. Duo licked his lips eagerly as his blue eyes landed on Quatre's bulge. Oh god, he was big! He pressed wet kisses onto the stretched fabric, rubbing the erection as Quatre's hand slipped into his hair. The blond panted heavily, propping up on an elbow as Duo licked his cock through his underwear, his hand tightening in Duo's hair.

Duo pulled the boxer-shorts down and paused, his pounding heart speeding up in his chest. Good god, Quatre was larger then he looked. Duo wrapped a hand around the blond's member, getting a sharp breath out of him. A glance up at the cherub's face revealed hooded eyes and lips that were partially parted, his face completely red now.

Duo began pumping the blond's cock. Slowly. Methodically. Quatre's breathing growing faster, his aquamarine eyes locked onto dark blue ones. Duo cracked a devilish smile as he moved forward, flicking his tongue out to give the plump head a quick lick. The sudden feel of Duo's moist tongue on his hot member had Quatre shuddering at the little surprise. He threw himself flat against the bed, bringing his free hand up to mouth, biting back another deep moan.

Duo moved in again, slowly and deliberately licking from the base of the head up to the small opening at the top with only the tip of his tongue. Quatre trembled with excitement, his moans becoming deeper and longer. The hand in Duo's hair tightening it's grip.

Duo took to Quatre's cock hungrily this time, starting at the base of the stiffened member. His tongue caressing as much of it as possible as it ran up the length, this mouth covering the head when he reached the top. His tongue swirling around the head before letting it go in a light kiss.

Another soggy lick and then Duo wrapped his lips around the thick penis, taking in as much as he could. This was going to be a challenge. A delicious challenge he was more then willing and ready to accept. Quatre easily fell into one of the larger dick he'd ever had. It was the girth mostly. As much as he wanted to fuck the blond, the thought of being fucked by him was making his blood boil in his vains.

A few more deep plunges into his mouth and Quatre's dick was fully encased in his mouth. He adjusted his tongue around the member, allowing some much needed space and worked his way all the way down Quatre's length.

"That feels incredible," Quatre was breathless.

Duo pulled Quatre out breathlessly. "You're huge," he held the cock with both hands, stroking him roughly. He had almost chocked on the damn thing it was so thick.

"Thank you..?" Quatre's husky voice was barely audible.

With a grin and some bravado Duo plowed down on the cock once again. Quatre's whole body shook excitedly as Duo's tongue wiggled around his dick in it's tight confines, the sensation starting to become unbearable. Duo's head bobbing, tongue working, and lips smacking were was almost enough to make him cum.

"Fuck me."

Duo nearly missed that as the sound of his own blood pounded in his ears. He popped the blond's engorged cock out of his mouth and sat up. Quatre lay sprawled on the bed before him panting, his fists gripping the bedding tightly, sweat making his body glisten in the low lighting. He was perfection. A fest for the eyes.

"I want to be fucked," Quatre spoke as soft and steadily as he could, his eyes connecting with Duo's.

Holy fuck! Duo was sure his own face had probably turned an even brighter red then Quatre's by now. He had started out just wanting to kiss the blond. Maybe jerking him off. Actually fucking him had never crossed his mind at all. He actually didn't think he'd get this far. Now that he was, there was no way he was going to let this opportunity pass.

"Alright" he agreed. Duo moved off the bed, pulling Quatre over to the edge with him and spreading his legs. He ran a hand along the blond's inner thighs, giving the spread body a good, hungry look. Quatre's breathing was fast now, his belly heaving up and down with each breath. The blond reached down between his legs, passing his own erection to take hold Duo's hardened cock. He playfully tugged at it, rubbing it against his own hard dick.

Duo's blood ran boiling in his vains. He reached down below the engorged cocks, finding his way to Quatre's ass. He stroked the area gingerly as Quatre continued to play with the two of them. Duo slowly inserted a finger causing Quatre to tightened at the action, his muscles contracting tightly as the blond finally released the two dicks. "Ya need to loosen up," Duo instructed breathlessly. Quatre barely nodded and Duo began going deeper into the blond. He added a second finger as Quatre became accustomed to the feeling and then a third.

"Oh god!" Quatre squeaked heavily. He reached out for the pillow and buried his face into it. "Feels good," his muffled voice barely reached Duo.

Duo laughed. Cute was the only way he could describe Quatre at the moment. After teasing the blond for a little longer, Duo finally positioned himself in between the blond's spread legs. He stroked himself a few times, running his dick along the now stretched opening in excited anticipation. With a deep breath, he pushed the head in maddeningly slow. Oh fuck! It was all he could do to not cum right there and then. His fingers gripped the blond's hips like a vice as he worked the head in. Inch by pleasurable inch, he pushed his way deeper into the blond's hot body. Quatre's ass twitching and constricting around his hardened cock. Holy fuck! Quatre was tight, so beautifully tight around him as he sunk in deeper with each shallow thrust.

"Oh, fuck!" Duo gasped. He was finally fully inside, his cock completely swallowed by the other's ass. He paused to savor the moment, the delicious feeling filling his very core. Quatre's muscles gripped him as the blond squirmed under him, the pillow still held tightly over his face.

Duo slowly pulled out half way, allowing the other a moment of respite. It wasn't long, though, before he pushed his rock hard cock all the way in again. Quatre jumped at the sensation, his legs wrapping around the other pilot and cries muffled by the pillow. Duo continued his assault on the blond, his pace quickening with each thrust. He was getting close to cumming, he could feel his stomach tightening with each passing minute. But first, he had to make the little blond cum. He shifted his stance. Searching. Exploring. Probing with his cock as went.

"AHH!" Not even the pillow was enough to quiet Quatre this time.

Duo moaned breathlessly with a wide grin on his reddened face. He reached up and took the pillow, pulling it down as he continued to pump into the blond. Quatre's eyes wearily meet his, almost pleadingly. "I want to see your face," Duo whispered as he slowed, giving the other a chance to breath. Quatre's face contorted with pleasure at each little thrust, his back arching with each push of Duo's solid cock. He nodded, putting the pillow aside and grasping the bedding forcefully.

Duo planted one last kiss on the blond's lips, their tongues greeting each other tenderly. Duo parted, positioning himself again and began pounding into the blond with a newfound urgency. Quatre squirmed, his eyes closed tight and mouth wide as he gasped for air. Duo found the soft bundle of nerves deep inside the blond and took aim with his hardened cock. Quatre's eyes shot open and he brought both hands up to his mouth, his cries of ecstasy too much for his hands to cover up. It was music to Duo's ears. Sweet, sweet music. Again and again he hit Quatre's prostate, and Quatre continued to cry out.

Quatre's hands snaked down his sweaty body, wrapping around his stiff penis. He stroked himself as Duo continued to drill into him. Oh fuck! Duo grunted at the sight l. He was close. He was so close! He reached down, one hand keeping the blond in place and the other joining Quatre as he stroked himself off. He continued to ravish the blond, his hips thrusting faster. Quatre cried out one last time, his body shaking as he finally reached completion. His milky seed spilling out onto his toned stomach. A few extra tugs on his member, and he completely emptied himself to Duo's delight.

Even after finally cumming, the blond was still gripping Duo's cock fiercely. The sight of Quatre cumming all over himself was finally enough to get him to climax. He felt his release squirting into the blond's tight ass and he shuddered with excitement, crying out as well. A moment later, Duo felt his whole body growing weak. Satisfied. He slid in and out of the blond a few more times before finally pulling out, a trail of his seamen spilling out of the blond.

"Oh fuck," he collapsed on the bed next to Quatre. It'd been so long since he'd felt this good. He could feel his skin still burning as his throbbing groin softened. He breathlessly looked over at the other gundam pilot next to him. Quatre was still stroking himself gently, almost mindlessly. Duo rolled over, reaching up to push blond bangs back from a sticky forehead and kissed him. It was a much quieter affair this time, as the two were exhausted.

"I think I need another shower," Quatre spoke softly, bringing his hand up and taking a good hard look at it. It was covered in his own essence, milky white and dripping.

Duo pulled the hand up to his lips, sticking a finger into his mouth and sucking it clean. "I'm down for some shower sex if you are," he winked at his comrade.