A/N: I am NOT an expert on BDSM. But I'm trying to be better than 50 Shades so… that's something, I think.

A/N #2: Um… fair warning, this is not just porn without plot. So just… keep a weathered eye to the horizon, I guess?

A/N #3: Updates might be a bit infrequent over the next two weeks. Work is ramping up until about mid-October but I'm going to try to stay on top of everything.

Warnings: language, sex, violence, BDSM, angst

Pairings: 2x3

Sideshow

Chapter Seven

It would have been hilarious if everything wasn't so fucked up.

Duo lauded as some kind of colonist folk-hero who had defied the government, had fought for justice and after two weeks of detention he was being released and the crowd gathered outside of the detention center rivaled that for visiting dignitaries.

During the war, when Duo had been captured and his Gundam destroyed the colonists had praised that - had cheered for the destruction of the symbol of war that Deathscythe had become and had turned their backs on Duo, the scrappy orphaned terrorist who had chosen to fight for them. Trowa had always wondered what Duo thought of that, what had gone through his mind when he realized that the very people he had been willing to die for had wanted his death.

But that had been before, back when wars were fought by boys in giant machines of death.

Trowa waited for Duo's release at his cafe, across the street from the detention center, out of the way and able to observe without interference, and was reminded of the time Quatre and Relena came to X2675 right after their marriage, had arranged their visit to coincide with the circus and Trowa had met them at the 'port and the crowd had been just as large, just as full of idol worship.

Of course, their crowd hadn't had men and women wearing black shirts and red bandanas. Their crowd hadn't been shouting death threats to the police guarding the detention center.

And their crowd hadn't been waiting for Duo.

Eventually Duo was led out, Wufei still in plainclothes at his side, and Trowa couldn't see any obvious injuries on his face.

The crowd gave a wild cheer and Duo greeted them with raised hands, but the look on his face was more subdued than triumphant.

Some of the crowd started chanting his name, demanding he speak, but Duo waved them away.

"This isn't the time or the place," Duo called out to them, his voice just carrying. He glanced at the guards just barely holding back the crowd. "Go home, to your families. See to their safety tonight, and tomorrow will bring a new day."

His words were strange. Trowa thought it was entirely out of character for Duo to address the crowd at all - he routinely avoided any kind of public spectacles and had shied away from the handful of opportunities to speak at the various memorial events over the years.

But his words clearly meant something to the crowd. The blackshirts started to disperse, gathered some of the others around them and led them away and as the crowd drifted away Wufei and Duo crossed the street to join Trowa at the cafe.

Up close, Duo looked exhausted, the skin under his eyes dark and Trowa could clearly see a cut on his temple, just below his hairline, and he could imagine the kind of blow that would have delivered such a wound, could all too easily imagine how much the scalp wound would have bled.

Duo offered his a soft, rueful smirk and Trowa quickly shoved down his emotions at that expression. Duo had been right about one thing - this wasn't the time or the place.

"I've got your gear," Trowa said, feeling the need to say something.

Duo nodded.

"Thanks."

Wufei rolled his eyes.

"We should go back to the room - there's no need to parade you around on the street with tensions still so high."

Trowa let Wufei and Duo walk a little ahead of him, falling back a few paces to watch their backs and he was glad he had done so, otherwise he wouldn't have seen the two blackshirts or the MPs trailing behind them.

Duo looked over his shoulder at him, once, and Trowa caught his eye and gestured to the men following them. Duo's lips compressed into a tense line and he leaned in close to Wufei, whispered something in his ear, and Wufei put one hand on Duo's arm and dragged him into a shop.

Trowa didn't follow, and neither did their tails, clearly anticipating that Wufei and Duo would come back out.

After ten minutes, Trowa crossed the street and doubled back through a few alleys until he was confident that he lost the blackshirts, who had decided to pursue him instead.

By the time he made it back to the hotel, Duo was in the shower and Wufei was sitting at his computer, tapping away, and Trowa imagined he was filling out some kind of report for Une, some kind of assurance that the crisis had been averted, for now.

"I'm taking the next shuttle back to Earth," Wufei spoke up after a few minutes of Trowa sitting on the bed and feeling restless.

Trowa nodded. He had expected as much - there wasn't anything left for Wufei to do here, not if those men and women took Duo's advice and went home.

Wufei was giving him a strange look, as if he wanted to say something but didn't think he should.

"What?" Trowa finally prompted, but Wufei shook his head.

"Be careful. Things could have turned out much worse, but this… this isn't going to fix anything."

Trowa nodded.

"I know."

Wufei rolled his eyes, and Trowa abruptly realized that he had seen Wufei roll his eyes more in the last two weeks than he had in the last eight years. He wondered at that. It was a gesture he had always identified with Duo, not with the too serious Wufei.

"You knowing and you acting aren't necessarily the same thing."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Oh, I don't know. I just seem to recall a few times over the years when you knew situations might get you killed but went into them anyway."

Trowa arched an eyebrow.

"I lived, didn't I?"

"You're a civilian now, Trowa. The Earthsphere has changed since you stopped killing people."

Trowa wasn't entirely sure how to take that.

Wufei sighed.

"I know you know. But there isn't much that Heero or I can do, to protect you - or the Circus."

On one hand, Trowa found himself absurdly touched that Wufei cared. On the other, however, he didn't appreciate once again being made to feel irrelevant.

"What about Duo?"

Wufei frowned.

"What about him?"

"Can you and Heero protect him?"

Wufei snorted.

"No. Yuy's idea of protecting Duo is to take away his pilot's license and ground him on Earth - and I think we all know how well that would go over."

"And your idea?" Duo asked.

Trowa looked up to see him standing in the doorway to the bathroom, naked except for the towel around his waist, his arms crossed over his chest and a troubled expression on his face.

Wufei sighed and closed his computer.

"You already told me to go fuck myself when I told you my idea," Wufei muttered.

Duo's lips twitched.

"That I did."

Wufei stood up and gave Duo an appraising look, his eyes lingering on the bruises on Duo's sides and arms.

"Do you need medical attention?"

Duo shook his head.

"Nah. Nothing broken." He ran a hand over his smooth jaw. "I used the razor in there."

"Mine," Trowa told him and Duo nodded.

"Hope you don't mind."

Trowa didn't. The two weeks worth of stubble on Duo's face had been an interesting look, had certainly made him appear to be the scroungy spacer that he really was, but Trowa appreciated Duo's face clean shaven more, even if it did reveal a bruise along his jaw.

"At least do a better job checking in," Wufei muttered. "Yuy's going to be a nutcase until all of this dies down."

Duo nodded.

"I'll try."

Wufei looked like he wanted to say something else, but Duo's gaze flicked over to Trowa and Wufei held his tongue. Instead, he packed up the last of his gear and pulled on a jacket.

"Thanks for the save, 'Fei," Duo spoke up.

"No thanks are necessary, Duo," Wufei said and his voice was a little gruff. He glanced towards Trowa again and his lips turned upwards slightly. "And I didn't even do anything, in the end."

Duo arched an eyebrow at Trowa, who merely shrugged.

It had been a gamble, tracking down the governor's son, but in the end, when Wufei and Trowa sat in the cafe and watched his interview with a media outlet, watched him insist that he had identified the wrong man and that Duo Maxwell was innocent, it had been worth it.

"I'm not sure when I will see you again," Wufei continued. "I don't imagine Quatre will be hosting a gathering anytime soon with the way things are playing out. It wouldn't be safe."

Duo nodded.

"Next time you speak to him, tell him thanks for the lawyer."

Trowa snorted. The lawyer had been utterly useless.

"It's the thought that counts," Duo said, as if reading Trowa's mind.

"I will," Wufei spoke up before Trowa could counter that. He looked at Trowa. "Take care."

"You as well," Trowa said, and he meant it. Whatever risks Trowa might be facing, he knew they were amplified for Wufei.

The Preventer nodded, shook his head at Duo, and then left.

Trowa locked the door behind him.

He thought it was perhaps ungrateful to be relieved that Wufei was gone, that he was alone with Duo and had the chance to see just what kind of damage had been done to him.

But when he turned back to Duo, the other man was leaning against the bathroom door frame, his arms still crossed, and a calculating expression on his face.

"You're not going to let me get dressed until you see the rest of me, are you?" Duo guessed.

"No."

Duo sighed.

"Trowa, it's not -"

"You could have died."

Duo's jaw locked.

"Yeah," he agreed, and the very fact that he acknowledged it - that he didn't try to play it off - drove something cold and hard into Trowa's gut.

"Let me see you."

Duo held his gaze for a long, tense moment, but then he tugged his towel free, letting it fall to the ground.

Before Trowa could move, however, Duo knelt down on the ground and put his hands behind his head.

Trowa arched an eyebrow at that. At Duo's clear attempt to distract him.

Then again, as Trowa looked over Duo's body, it really did afford him a clear view of his injuries.

In addition to the bruising around his sides and arms there were bruises along his thighs and a very dark bruise on his left hip, as though he had been slammed against something.

Trowa walked around to look at his back, where a few of the bruises wrapped around from the front.

There was a cut high on Duo's back, near the base of his neck, scabbed over but just barely.

Trowa ran his finger over the skin just under the cut, following the line of it to Duo's braid and he frowned. The hair was wet and heavy but he didn't think he was imaging the slightly uneven shape.

"They cut your hair."

"They tried to," Duo corrected, and his fingers stretched down to Trowa's, tangling together in his hair. "They got some of it before realizing that was a really fucking bad idea."

Trowa had to wonder if they had had any other bad ideas.

"What else did they try to do?"

Duo snorted.

"The usual. Beat the shit out of me, make sure I understood that I'm just colony trash not fit to wipe their glorious Terran boots."

"Did they rape you?" Trowa asked, bluntly, because he knew Duo would dance around the question if he could.

"No," Duo said after a too long pause.

"They tried."

"They realized that was also a really fucking bad idea."

Trowa stared at his back, stared at the bumps of his spine and followed that line down to the mask tattoo and it felt as though it was mocking him, in that moment. That symbol, that claim of his on Duo.

"You can get dressed," he sighed and stepped away.

He hadn't been able to keep Duo safe, but he had saved him, in the end, and that was something."

"Trowa. Please."

He turned and saw that Duo was still kneeling. Still had his hands behind his head and was looking at Trowa with wide, pleading eyes.

"You said there were other ways, if I wasn't in the condition to be bent over your knee."

Trowa swallowed hard. There certainly were. There were so very, very many ways he could discipline Duo that didn't involve adding more bruises to his body, but in that moment Trowa did not trust himself to touch Duo.

The last few weeks had been too intense, his fear for Duo's safety too consuming, and now that he had Duo here, whole and in the flesh, he didn't trust himself to touch him. It would be too easy to let his fear and his anger control his actions, but even if Trowa could master those emotions, his desire for Duo, his need to feel his skin and his body, were too great as well. Trowa was barely able to maintain his own-self control. He doubted his ability to discipline Duo very well.

"Please. I want - I need this. I need you."

Trowa held his gaze and Duo did look needy, his cheeks flushed, clearly unsure about having to beg Trowa for his attention.

But Trowa could believe him could believe that Duo did actually need this after the last two weeks, after knowing how easily things could have turned out differently.

"Get the first aid kit from the bathroom," Trowa instructed him. Duo clearly knew where it was - had used some of the antibacterial ointment on the cuts on his back and his forehead.

Duo rose, retrieved the kit and came back out of the bathroom and placed the kit in front of himself before returning to his position.

Trowa sat down on the bed, several feet away, and watched Duo for a few minutes. Watched his cock harden and he wondered what Duo was thinking, what he was anticipating.

"What did they do when they tried to rape you?"

Duo scowled. It was clear he had thought that line of questioning dead.

"They stripped me down. Tried to fuck me but nothing happened."

"Did they penetrate you?"

Duo shook his head.

"Bastard tried to just shove his dick in my ass but his buddies weren't too keen on holding me down for him."

"I don't have any lube, you'll have to use the antibac cream."

Duo arched an eyebrow.

"For what?"

"To finger yourself."

Duo's face turned red.

"Have you tried to? Since I did it to you?"

Duo nodded once.

"And? Did you like it?"

"Yes. I liked it a lot."

"Show me."

Duo dropped his hands and opened the kit.

Trowa watched him root around for the lube before closing the kit back up and then spreading some on the fingers of his left hand.

He reached behind himself, arching his back forward. His breath caught for a moment, and Trowa could just barely see Duo slide one finger into himself, taking a moment to adjust before he started to slowly, shallowly thrust it in and out.

"Would you like to touch your cock too?" Trowa asked, noticing the way Duo's right hand was clenched into a fist.

"Yes, please."

"Go ahead."

Duo squeezed more of the antibac on his right fingers and smeared it over his hard cock before forming a loose fist and stroking himself.

"Use a second finger as well," Trowa instructed after watching Duo for a few minutes, listening to his shallow breathing and watching his eyes fall closed. "And look at me," he added.

Duo's eyes snapped open and met his.

"How does it feel?" He asked once Duo had added a second finger, once he was pumping his fingers in and out of his own body and rocking forward, into his own hand around his cock as well.

"I wish you were the one doing it," Duo gasped.

"That does not answer my question, Duo. I asked you how it feels, not what you would prefer. And I am the one doing this, Duo. I am the one allowing you to touch yourself. I'm the one allowing you to finger your own ass and you should be grateful for that much. I've already told you that I refuse to spoil my pets. If you want my fingers to be inside of you then you had better behave, Duo. You had better accept my disciple and be grateful for my attention or you will have nothing else from me."

Duo had stopped during Trowa's beratement.

"Did I tell you to stop fucking yourself?"

"No."

"Then why did you stop?"

"Sorry."

Duo started to stroke his cock again, started to move his fingers again and Trowa watched him with critical eyes, waiting for Duo to start working himself towards orgasm.

"How does it feel?" He asked again.

"Good," Duo panted, his slightly frantic rhythm corroborating the statement. "Really good," he added. "Trowa - can I come?"

"No."

Duo's eyes widened.

"Please, Trowa. I'm close."

"I said no."

Duo's hands started to slow.

"I did not tell you to stop, Duo."

Duo made a frustrated sound.

"I'm too close. I can't -"

"Duo. Are you disobeying me?"

"No," Duo growled and continued to torment himself, though it was clear the moment of anger had given him enough time to control himself and not climax.

Soon enough, however, he was back at the same precipice.

"Please, Trowa. Please let me come."

"No," Trowa said again.

"Please, Tro. I'm so close. I want -"

"I said no, Duo."

"Damnit, Trowa, please. Just let me come."

"Stop."

Duo's hands instantly stilled at Trowa's tone.

"Stand up."

Duo did so hesitantly.

"Go stand in the corner and face the wall."

"What?"

Trowa arched an eyebrow and glanced towards the corner of the room that was opposite the door and the bed.

Duo followed his gaze.

"Do not make me repeat myself yet again, Duo."

Duo scowled but followed Trowa's directions, walking over to the corner and standing so that he was facing it.

"I want you to think about just why you chose to disappoint me, Duo."

"You want me to stand here in the corner while you just sit there and watch me?"

"No. I'm not staying here. There are other things I can be doing with my time."

Duo turned to look at Trowa, an angry, incredulous expression on his face.

"Face the wall. I do not need my time wasted, Duo. There are so many other things I could be doing right now."

Duo swallowed hard and his expression lost its anger and resentment as Trowa's words struck home. He turned back to the wall.

"Think about why you chose to disappoint me, Duo," Trowa said again, choosing his emphasis carefully.

He saw Duo nod jerkily and for a moment he did sit there and watch him, for a moment, just long enough to wage an internal battle over whether or not he was doing the right thing.

He had baited Duo into this, had known he would argue and fight back and Trowa had known he would finally have to punish him.

He had also known that punishing Duo wouldn't be easy, not on either one of them, and certainly not after the anxiety of the last two weeks.

But, in the long run, it needed to be done.

Trowa stood up and pulled on his jacket before leaving the room, locking the door after himself.

-o-

Trowa vividly remembered the first time Shandor had punished him. He would likely never forget it.

It had been the most humiliating experience of his life, more humiliating than his failed self-destruct attempt, more humiliating than Quatre blushing and shaking his head when Trowa had tried to kiss him.

Trowa had been sucking Shandor's cock, had refused to release him and sit back when Shandor told him to because he had known Shandor was close to orgasm and at that point in their relationship Shandor had yet to climax when they were together, had yet to allow Trowa to get him off and Trowa had been frustrated and needy and Shandor had punished him swiftly.

Shandor had retrieved a brick from his bedroom, a single red clay brick that looked ancient and out of place and he had made Trowa stand on it, had made him balance on the long, narrow edge while wearing his clown mask and having to balance a book on his head, as though he was just an amusement, just a toy for Shandor to play with and make perform tricks. It had made Trowa feel insignificant and the hour that Shandor had sat in front of him, his back to Trowa while he read another book, had been torture of a kind Trowa had not yet experienced.

Not only had Shandor humiliated him, but Shandor hadn't even looked at him - hadn't even watched his humiliation. He had made it perfectly clear that Trowa was of no interest to him if he didn't behave, and Shandor had only ever had to punish him twice after that.

Trowa tried to aim for that same hour mark that Shandor had used for him, and he was productive with his time away from Duo. He called Cathy to let her know that Duo was safe and free, he sent a message to Wufei thanking him again for his help, he sat in his cafe and watched the news scrolls showing Duo's release and speculating on the lack of activity by the protestors afterwards. And he stopped by a pharmacy and purchased lube and condoms.

When he did go back to the hotel room he found Duo still standing in his corner, saw his shoulders tense when the door opened.

"Trowa?"

If they had been somewhere else, if they had been anyone else, Trowa wouldn't have answered, but all things considered - neither of them wanted to be in a room with an unidentified person.

"Yes."

Duo didn't turn, didn't even relax all that much.

Trowa locked the door and shrugged off his jacket.

"You said you needed this, Duo. By this, I assume you meant my discipline."

"Yes," Duo confirmed.

"This is always your choice, Duo. I will always be here, as your friend, regardless of whatever else is between us. We only have this if you choose it."

"I know." Duo's voice sounded uneven.

"And tonight - did you choose to have me discipline you?"

"Yes."

"Then why did you choose to disappoint me?"

Duo's head hung, just a little.

"Answer me."

"I wanted to see what you would do."

"And? Are you satisfied?"

"No," Duo ground out.

"No?"

"I - I didn't think you would leave me."

Trowa swallowed hard at Duo's tone.

"Turn around."

Duo did so and Trowa could see that his face was red.

Trowa sat down on the edge of the bed and spread his legs.

"Come here."

He indicated the space between his legs and Duo walked over, knelt and folded his hands behind his head, the model of obedience.

Trowa threaded his fingers through Duo's now dry hair, tugging on the roots gently, careful to stay away from the cut.

"I'm not going to leave you, Duo," he assured him.

The expression on Duo's face made Trowa smirk.

"I'm not going to allow you to act like a greedy, spoiled brat, though," he continued. "And I will not waste my time on that kind of behavior. But I will always come back for you, Duo."

"Thank you."

They had moved on from their current situation, from Duo's punishment, and it was clear Duo knew exactly what Trowa was really telling him, really confessing.

Duo turned his head slightly, pressed his lips against Trowa's hand. Trowa thumb his finger over Duo's lips.

"I enjoy discipling you, Duo, because we both need it and we both want it. But neither of us wants me to punish you and neither of us enjoys it. Remember that the next time you decide to disobey or disappoint me."

"I will."

"Shall we continue your discipline?"

"Yes, please."

Trowa smiled slightly. He shifted back on the bed and gestured for Duo to climb onto his lap.

Duo did so and Trowa gave him the lube he had purchased.

"Try this instead."

Duo smirked.

"Thanks."

Trowa let him ease back into it, let him slowly start to finger himself and work his cock back up to a full erection before he kissed Duo.

It caught Duo by surprise for a moment, but then he kissed Trowa back, opening his mouth and sucking on Trowa's tongue and lips and they were both short of breath and Trowa had to hold Duo upright with his hands on his shoulders, Duo already a little off balance as he fingered himself.

When Trowa pulled away Duo moaned, and then gasped when Trowa licked and bit his pulse point.

"God, Trowa, that feels so good."

Trowa took Duo's left nipple between his fingers and rolled it before pinching down and Duo cried out.

"Fuck. Yes. I like that."

Trowa repeated the gesture with Duo's other nipple but kissed him again while doing so, swallowing Duo's cry.

"Please, please Trowa, please can I come?" Duo's eyes were wide and bright.

"You can beg more than that, Duo, if it's something you really want."

"Oh, please, Tro. Please let me come. Let me come for you. Please, please, please."

"Do you need to come for me, Duo? Or do you just want to?"

Duo made a strangled sound as he continued to erratically stroke and finger himself.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I need to. I need to come for you. I need to come with you."

"Then come for me, Duo."

Duo gave a hard tug on his cock and then he game, groaning and shuddering as he found his release.

"Oh fuck. Thank you." He sat back on his heels, breathing hard.

Trowa looked down, at the white staining the front of his shirt. He swiped his thumb over Duo's semen and then pressed it to Duo's lips, smiling when he sucked on Trowa's thumb, cleaning it completely before Trowa replaced his thumb with his mouth.

"Is there anything else you need, Duo?"

"You."

"You have me, Duo."

Duo swallowed hard.

"Please, Trowa. I want - I need you to fuck me," he corrected himself.

Trowa had hoped he would say that, and even though he had bought condoms in the event it was what Duo wanted, he hadn't been sure tonight would go quite like this.

Trowa ran his right hand down Duo's back, down to his ass and ran his fingers around Duo's slick anus.

Duo rocked forward.

"Please, Tro."

"I like when you call me Tro," Trowa admitted.

Duo smirked.

"Do you like it enough to reward me?"

Trowa snorted.

"Don't be so cheeky."

"Hey, I've been in prison for the last two weeks."

Trowa arched an eyebrow.

"And I should reward you for that?" He asked as he slipped one finger inside of Duo.

Duo moaned.

"Better than punishing me," he muttered.

"But if I reward you, you're just going to go and get yourself arrested again," Trowa pointed out, caressing Duo's prostate. "I can't exactly encourage that kind of behavior."

"Please," Duo groaned. "I won't get myself arrested again."

"Don't make promises you can't keep," Trowa warned him, stilling his finger, joking abandoned.

Duo took in his serious gaze.

"I won't be reckless," Duo said, perhaps assuring both of them, and it wasn't much of an assurance, but Trowa knew it was the best he was going to get.

"Sit on the bed," Trowa said, turning away from the subject.

Duo shifted from his lap and knelt on the bed, hands drifting up to his head before Trowa shook his head and Duo left them down at his sides.

Trowa put the lube and the condoms from his pocket on the nightstand before stripping out of his clothes.

Duo's eyes were hungry as they roved over his body, and he licked his lips at the sight of Trowa's erect cock when he pulled off his pants and it sent a thrill of anticipation through Trowa.

They had both waited for this for quite some time.

"Can I touch you?" Duo asked, gaze riveted to Trowa's cock. "Please?" He added quickly.

Trowa smirked at that.

"You may."

Duo crawled over to the edge of the bed and surprised Trowa by not going straight for his cock. Instead, he pressed his lips against Trowa's chest, kissing and licking his nipples and then left a trail of open mouthed kisses down his abdomen to his groin before licking Trowa's cock.

"That feels very nice, Duo," Trowa said. He ran his fingers through Duo's hair, lingering on the spot where he could now see and feel the missing strands of his braid.

He let Duo lick and suck his cock for a few minutes, allowed himself to give a few shallow thrusts that had Duo happily humming and gripping his ass tightly, but then Trowa eased him back.

He joined Duo on the bed and pulled him close, wrapping his legs around Duo and rolling Duo above him while they kissed.

Duo was hard again, his cock trapped against Trowa's, and Trowa felt Duo's hips rotate as he tried to move against him.

Trowa smiled against Duo's mouth but allowed him the movement while he reached for the lube and spread some on his fingers.

"Sit up," he instructed Duo when he pulled away from their kiss.

Duo did so, straddling Trowa's hips and Trowa loved the sight of Duo above him, of his cock erect and glistening with precum, of his neck arched and head thrown back while Trowa fingered him.

"Mhm - please, Tro, please."

"Get a condom."

Duo reached over and grabbed one, pulling it open and then hesitating.

"Go ahead."

Duo smirked and rolled it over Trowa's cock, smoothing it down and then stroking him a few times.

Trowa pulled him down for another kiss, holding Duo down until his smirk was gone and he was once again squirming against Trowa, pushing his ass back against his fingers and thrusting his cock against Trowa's.

Trowa spread some of the lube on his cock and Duo pulled back to watch, sitting back up on his heels.

Trowa hesitated for a moment. As much as he wanted to watch Duo impale himself on his cock, Trowa strongly suspected that Duo wouldn't take it slowly, wouldn't wait for the initial penetration to ease, and he didn't want that, not for this first time.

"On your back."

Duo complied without hesitation and Trowa knelt between his legs, propping Duo's left leg up against his chest, and he situated the head of his cock at Duo's entrance.

Slowly, he pressed forward, pushing past the tight ring until just the head was inside Duo.

Duo was biting down on his lip.

"Red or yellow?"

Duo shook his head.

"'S fine. Just burns a little."

Trowa nodded.

"Tell me when it doesn't."

Duo nodded as well, drew in several deep breaths, and then shifted his hips a little, pushed himself down on Trowa's cock.

"Oh fuck," Duo swore.

"Re -"

"Green. Really fucking green," Duo interrupted and Trowa chuckled.

He eased further into Duo, looking down to see his cock fully seated in Duo's body. He felt so tight, so amazingly tight.

"That feels so much more than your fingers."

Trowa snorted and leaned down to press a hard kiss to Duo's mouth.

"I'm glad my cock is more than my fingers."

"So much more," Duo corrected and then groaned when Trowa pulled out and slowly pushed back in. "Jesus. Trowa, that feels incredible."

"Yes it does," Trowa agreed.

He continued to thrust slowly, pulling almost all of the way out and then pushing back in, letting both of them adjust and it was only when Duo started to meet his thrusts, started to push back, that Trowa let himself move harder and faster.

"Oh fuck, yes. I like that, Tro." Duo moaned.

Trowa braced Duo's leg with one hand and used his other to start stroking Duo's cock.

"Mhm, yes. Oh fuck yes, Tro."

If Duo was always going to be this vocal, Trowa was going to have a hard time not fucking him all of the time. It was amazing to see him like this, his head thrown back against the pillows, his face and chest flushed, his lip caught between his teeth and his hips moving in time with Trowa's thrusts.

"Tro - please can I - fuck - Tro please can I come?"

"Yes. Yes, Duo." Trowa had to pant, his own breath short as he neared climax as well.

Duo came with sudden force, his body spasming around Trowa and it drew out Trowa's orgasm as well, taking him off guard.

"Oh, Duo!" He cried out, the force of his orgasm so much stronger than he had expected.

He go of Duo's leg and eased out of his body before laying down on the bed beside him.

Duo rolled his head over to look at him.

"Thank you."

Trowa pulled him close, wrapping one arm around Duo's shoulders and letting Duo shift closer to put his head on Trowa's chest.

"Thank you," Trowa responded, both of them meaning so much more than just the sex.