~Chapter Eleven~
The smell of freshly brewed coffee woke Duo from a restful slumber. He groaned and rolled over, putting his pillow over his head. Hige turned on the light, and it burned! He didn't want to get up yet. Damn Hige and his fucking morning rituals. Hige finally shut off the light after what felt like forever. Shuffling his gym bag over one shoulder and quietly mumbling "going to the gym," and he left. Duo grunted an answer and reburied himself under the covers for a few more hours of precious sleep.
When Duo finally woke for the day, sun glared through the white blinds on the windows next to the bed. The digital clock on the night stand read 10:30 in big red numbers. Duo slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position and blinked sleepily at the wall. Wasn't there something going on today? He wrinkled his nose, oh right, have to go see Ma and pay the rent.
Something else tugged at his mind as well. Fuck me… Drank too much last night.
Coffee sounded good right about now. With a fuzzy head, Duo stumbled out into the kitchen. He poured what was left from the coffee Hige had brewed earlier and nuked it. After adding five spoonfuls of sugar and milk he sat down at the tiny kitchen table made for two and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Damn… Sipping his scalding coffee he rested his cheek on his hand and listened to the quiet humming of the refrigerator. Footsteps could be heard up above him, shuffling around. He never met the people who lived right above them, and he didn't particularly give a damn, but they sure as hell knew how to be noisy. In the mornings they sounded like a herd of goddamn elephants trampling around.
The day started way too early for his liking. As much as he hated sitting around alone, he liked of these types of mornings, where Hige left before he woke and wasn't around to make him move faster, like he did during the week for school. Duo rolled his shoulders back and stretched letting out a huge yawn.
A piece of paper lying on the table finally caught his attention. Hige left a note saying he'd be with family most of the day. Duo crumpled the paper in his fist. No fun with Hige today, maybe not tonight either. Fuck.
After he finished his coffee he set another pot to brew, one cup never seemed like enough. He grabbed a blueberry pop-tart from the cupboard and dropped it into the toaster.
Finally, it hit him like a smack upside the head. He invited Omi over, and the blond just couldn't refuse the threat or offer. A sensuous smirk crept onto his face. The day wouldn't be a complete waste after all. He snickered remembering how pissed the blond had been over the phone when he called.
He quickly ate his breakfast and downed another cup of java before making his way back to the bedroom to properly groom himself. Being Duo Maxwell didn't come easy; it took a lot of work to appease his drooling fans.
His showers lasted no less than forty-five minutes; all that hair took time to wash. Half a bottle of shampoo later, his hair finally ran effortlessly through his fingers, no more knots. The Axe body wash he shared with Hige gave him a tingling sensation down to his toes as he lathered himself up. Letting the warm water beat down on him, Duo smiled to himself. His fingers ran all along his skin lovingly, they stroked down his arms, over his chest, and up into his hair. The sleek muscles flexed under his hands. Good looks, great body, what more could a teenager ask for? Duo threw his head back with a laugh, his mane of hair slapped against his ass. I am hot stuff. He turned off the water and wrung his hair out.
After exiting the shower he gathered his mass of damp hair and twisted it, shoving it into a towel. He pulled on a clean pair of tight black jeans and an dark blue t-shirt that had the white outline of a lady and a pole in the top corner that read I support the performing arts.
He brushed his teeth and shaved, all the while tapping his feet and drumming his fingers to a beat in his head. He ran a finger over his smooth and silky cheeks and he smirked, just the way I like it. His hair fell from the towel in a fall of damp waves. It spread under his comb like lover spreading his legs. Carefully, he plaited it into a tight braid and threw it over his shoulder. Spraying some Axe Phoenix cologne on himself he finally left the bathroom. Hige liked to joke that he took longer than a girl to get ready in the morning. Duo liked to tell him to fuck off.
A knock on the door snapped Duo's attention back to reality. He sauntered over to the front door and opened it to a very disgruntled blond.
"How you doin'?"
Omi glared then brushed past him into the apartment. Dropping his chipped, lightning bolt skateboard on the floor he let out a growl "Where the hell is it?"
"Is what?" Duo asked innocently, running his finger along the hem of the other boy's shirt. The blond wore his normal faded blue jeans and a black t-shirt with a yellow smiley face that read I HATE YOU in big, bold red letters.
Omi smacked his traveling hand away and started looking around in the kitchen. Opening and shutting cabinets and drawers loudly. "Whatever piece of paper you wrote my number on."
"Oh. It's gone."
"What do you mean gone?" Omi's baby blues almost bulged out of his head.
"I imagine it got thrown out." Duo said as he slunk over to where the rigid blond stood. He placed his hands on his waist and drummed his fingers against his hips before continuing. "Hige, you know, likes to clean and shit. But don't worry, I have it all right here…" he purred, tapping the side of his head.
Omi let out a breath. "Cell phone." He demanded, holding out his hand.
"But since you came all the way here…" Duo trailed off, tugging Omi out of the kitchen.
The blond ripped his arm free. "Let's just get one thing straight, you moron." He poked Duo in the middle of the chest, and it almost, possibly, couldhave hurt, if Omi wasn't so damn weak. "The only reason I screwed around with you was to piss Heero off, which I have done. So this shit, is over."
Pouting, Duo put his hands back on his hips. "Awww… you don't mean it." He purred.
"Try me." Omi growled.
That boy had some anger issues. Duo advanced on him, shoving him backwards when he refused to budge. He stopped when Omi's back hit the couch. The braided teen licked his lips eagerly. "But you came all this way, why not stay awhile?"
The glare he got could almost be an equal to Q's. But, this blond still had novice status.
"Come on… One last time?" Duo licked the blond's ear and nipped at it.
Omi stiffened and then his blue eyes twinkled dangerously. "Sure." He reached forward and grabbed Duo through his jeans with a satisfied smirk.
"Fuck!" Duo managed to spit out after the initial shock of his balls being assaulted. He felt the familiar tingle of excitement in his groin as he waited to see what Omi would do next.
Within in a matter of seconds, Omi spun them around so it was Duo pressed against the leather couch. He still kept a firm grip on Duo, his knee spreading the other boy's legs.
Duo steadied himself with his hands on the back of the couch. His hips grinded against Omi's hand as his head slid back on his shoulders. An appreciative groan escaped his lips. We can do it right here.
Omi released him causing an almost audible whimper from his lips. Damn… fucking tease. Must be a blond thing, Duo curled his lip.
He reached out and yanked Omi against him, chest to chest. When the blond didn't initiate a kiss, Duo dived right in. He captured his lips, thrusting his tongue inside his captive's mouth.
Bunching Duo's t-shirt in his hand Omi played into the kiss. Duo just got into the sensation of their tongues sliding against each other when the blond abruptly pulled away.
Duo growled deep in his throat and pulled the other boy to him again, Omi turned his head just in time for Duo's hot lips to brush across his cheek. Frustrated beyond words Duo grabbed both of the shorter boy's arms.
Omi struggled in his grip. "That hurts, you prick!"
Duo pinned the other teen's arms and pressed his need against his waist. He leaned into his neck and blew against it causing the blond to shudder; he caught a whiff of Omi's spicy aroma. Old Spice, probably the generic brand, Duo never cared much for it, but for some reason it totally suited Omi.
Releasing the arms, Duo's hands crept to the faded blue jeans and flicked the top button open. He felt the blond stiffen again and then relax. After all, they had done this before.
Omi looked away for a moment then turned back to Duo. A million thoughts seemed to be going through his head. Then finally he spoke, a hint of anger still in his voice. "You wanna do this? We do it on my terms."
"Your terms?" Duo laughed, crossing his arms. "…and what might those be?"
The blond pushed the braided teen more out of his space and moved away from the couch. Duo's eyes followed his movements as he inched closer towards the bedroom. Duo took the hint and slithered after the enticing morsel.
There wasn't much to Hige's apartment. It had a small kitchen, a living area, the bedroom and the bathroom. The walls were smooth sanitary white like a hospital, and the floors were a dark colored wood. All the furniture came from Hige's fathers. Beggars couldn't be choosers.
Omi looked around the bedroom with a sour expression. "Damn… you need to fire your decorator."
The bedroom severely lacked in the decoration department. Hell, all it had was the bed, dresser, a mirror and that damn picture of Mt. Fuji Hige refused to part with.
Duo shut the door behind them. Who gave a flying fuck how the room looked? They used it for two things, sleeping and fucking, more the latter then the former.
Omi turned back to him, his eyes still holding an annoyed look. "So, whose place is this anyway?"
This time, it was Duo's turn to look annoyed. "Mine."
Omi raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were from Harlem."
"Who gives a fuck?" Duo gritted his teeth. Enough with the chit-chat.
The blond shrugged. "No one."
Duo opened his mouth then shut it, glaring at the blond. Fucking bastard.
He reached around to Duo's back pocket and pulled out the Altoid's box. His fingers lingered in the pocket a little longer than necessary brushing against Duo's butt with feathery touches. "Get on the bed."
Duo searched the other's face for any hint of uncertainty. He had no problem letting someone else take top. Hell, Q did it all the time.
Shutting the little tin box, Omi set it on the dresser. He walked a circle around Duo before stopping by the bed. "So?" He flicked his wrist, the shiny wrapper of the condom sparkling between his fingers. "You wanna fuck, or not?"
Duo closed the distance between them and pulled the blond against him in a smoldering kiss. He cupped the other's firm ass kneading it under his skilled hands.
Omi returned it with heat; he gripped Duo's braid tightly as he turned them around and backed him onto the bed. He pulled the taller boy's hands from his behind and stood in between his spread legs.
Expertly, Duo's fingers pushed down the blond's partially opened jeans, revealing a line of blue boxers and Omi's pelvic bone. He pushed both down to the floor while Omi tugged Duo's t-shirt over his head. His hands squeezed Duo's shoulders, digging his nails into the skin, causing him to buck with excitement.
Sick of waiting for Omi to make the move, Duo un-buttoned his own pants and pulled them off in one swift well practiced move.
"Lube?"
Already in hand, Duo passed it along, pressing it into the blond's palm. Not that he felt he particularly needed it, but people could be funny about lubrication sometimes.
"Roll over." Omi ordered, straddling Duo's hips.
The excitement flailed through Duo as he took the submissive role. Omi pushed his face into the pillow as he braced himself over Duo, grabbing onto the head board. Duo groaned into the cotton as the blond entered him easily, he could handle much bigger.
Duo bumped back against Omi after a moment to get him moving.
Omi obliged and started to thrust in and out. Duo could tell this was his first time taking top, but damn it still felt good. Duo's own member throbbed with need; Omi made no move to help so Duo grabbed it himself and pumped along with the rhythm.
Duo closed his eyes; the sensation of a moistened body moving against him made him tense with the apprehension of what he knew would come next. He kept urging Omi on with throaty moans. That's right, baby. Omi kept himself braced over Duo with his head bent forward, beads of sweat fell from his forehead down Duo's back. And finally they both climaxed.
Omi slid out almost immediately after discharge and moved away from Duo.
Duo panted against his pillow and wiggled his butt enticingly. Tell me you have more then that. The blond didn't even pay attention to him. He rolled over onto his stomach and watched Omi with amusement as the blond rushed to clean up and pull on his clothes.
Omi noticed the other teen's eyes and raised an eyebrow in question.
"Why don't you ever show off your body?"
The blond took a moment to pull on his t-shirt before answering. "Why bother?" he asked in a voice that dripped with sarcasm. He ran a hand through his sweaty bangs.
"You're hot, you know." Duo offered, resting his cheek on a hand and giving the other boy another appraising look. "You could get anything you wanted." Some guys had to work for hours at the gym to get that firm of an ass.
"Yeah, well, I don't want nothin'." Omi spat, he finished dressing and opened the bedroom door and walked back out into the living room.
Duo rolled off the bed and sauntered out after the blond, still naked. He had enough sense to grab his dirty night shirt and clean himself as he followed Omi to the door. "Well, it's been real."
Omi grabbed his skateboard, he leaned closer to Duo. "Do me a favor, don't call me." He was gone.
Duo smirked at him and shut the door behind him with a laugh. Damn blonds.
About an hour later, Duo exited the apartment complex. The cool air felt good against his flushed skin. Omi left him still hot and bothered; he had to jack himself off again and still didn't feel completely satisfied. Last time, my ass. I do so love a good challenge. He pushed his sun glasses up his nose to block out the sunny rays of the afternoon.
He strutted along the side walk toward the subway. He mentally checked off the things he had to do once he got to Harlem. If he had any luck it wouldn't take all day. It was just barely after noon.
He boarded the subway and headed toward Harlem. Putting on his headphones, he pocketed his Ipod into his back pocket. The other riders paid him no attention. It suited Duo just fine, they weren't anything that he particularly cared for. Mostly older, middle class, homemaker types or grubby, air-conditioner mechanics, Duo wrinkled his nose. He settled back against the bench and popped his gum with a smile. An advertisement for K.Y. lubrication jelly appeared on the overhead. Duo wiggled his eyebrows at it, self-heating; now that was the stuff.
The subway came to a halt, signaling their arrival at the next stop. Harlem, home to the lowest filth of New York City. Sure, over the past decade the government decided to give a damn about the residents there. More police stations popped up around the city, businesses, and, hell, they even had a Star Bucks now. But Duo knew what still lurked there and the cops could do nothing about it.
Once up on the side walk, he began his trek to the projects. Humming along to Pour Some Sugar on Me as he walked. The music gave him a beat to swivel his hips to. His braid swung back and forth as he strutted along the side walk. Some passerby's smirked at him but he paid them no mind. People just automatically noticed him, who could blame them?
'I'm hot, sticky sweet
From my head to my feet, yeah'
He lowered his sunglasses to catch a glimpse of a hot little number that passed by him. His lips formed a thin line when he saw her stop at a car and lean over into the window before opening the car door and getting inside. Damn…
A haze of smog always settled over the area. Too many people and not enough clean air. Duo smirked, it didn't matter. People, who for some strange reason, didn't smoke still breathed in other people's second hand smoke, so no one had clean air.
All of the buildings he passed had graffiti on walls, some with tags, declarations of exploits, and others with pictures. Every once in a while, Duo studied the walls a little closer, sometimes they had offers and phone numbers written on them. Building after building had shades over the windows, looking almost abandoned. The streets littered with people, like a suffocating mob the further he got to his destination. Vendors stood along the sides of the street, in the middle of the throngs of people, shouting out to them about the deals they offered. They sold anything from t-shirts to stolen jewelry. The only time Duo ever appreciated them was when it rained and he needed an umbrella.
The cars parked on both sides of the road were dingy, old, and dented. Like those cars seen in old gangster movies, with the bullet holes in the windows and body. Duo stopped to check himself in one of the cleaner driver side mirrors. He lowered his sunglasses so he could look himself in the eyes. Most of the Harlem residents could barely pay their rent let alone finance a car. Rich people could afford nice cars.
Duo grew up on the streets of Harlem. Q liked to say it made him rougher around the edges. Hige liked to say it kept his survival instinct in check. Duo liked to think it kept life interesting.
The streets weren't any place for a kid. Dealers stood at almost every corner with a runner, waiting for their next client, or victim and not a damn pig in sight. One of the tall, black men gave him a smile, his gold teeth shining. Duo pushed his glasses back up over his eyes. Maybe later, Duo thought to himself, he might actually need it. He ran his hand absentmindedly over his braid where he stashed his trusty knife. He had a 9mm tucked into his boot, but he preferred the knife if he thought his opponent didn't have a gun. Guns were just too expensive to replace and could be traced too easily. Still, better to have one, never could be too careful. He was really starting to regret not wearing his Kevlar vest, but it didn't show off his body. Same 'ol Harlem.
Finally making it to his personal project, Duo opened the waist high, rusty red gate. The glass on the door had a thick layer of grayish film, that couldn't be seen through. And the windows had old, rusted and peeling steel bars covering them, like from a prison. As welcoming as ever, gotta love that false sense of security.
After entering the building, he stopped at the mail boxes and unlocked his. The stack of bills had been sitting there for over a month, since the last time he checked. He took the envelopes flipping through them, power, water, cable, he checked them all off. He pulled a letter with California return address from the stack and opened it. He stuffed a check into his pocket and threw the letter that came with it in to the trash can without looking at it.
One of the tenants daughters, Edward Wong Pepelu Tivrusky IV rolled up and down the stairs as she in her VR world. Duo stepped over her as he climbed up five flights of stairs to his floor. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as he walked down the dark hallway. Silence never held much comfort here, silence usually meant a gun shot and wailing sirens soon followed. The yellowing walls and flaking paint, used to make him claustrophobic, now it just made him sneeze.
Knowledge of what lurked inside these apartments would have scared even the bravest of the brave. Pedophiles, murderers, drug-dealers, prostitutes and gang members lived in this project. Memories Duo had of living here would haunt him for the rest of his life. He shook off the feeling, keeping as many doors in his sight as possible. He pulled out his key and unlocked 5C.
Smoke greeted him as he entered. He inhaled the familiar scent, ain't no place like home. Walking into the pigsty, he set the mail on the counter.
The tiny apartment had scoffed, rotted wood floors that hadn't seen a broom in years. A few faded old rugs with frayed, unraveling ends tried in vain to cover some of the worst mold spots. One couch that used to be beige but now was a sickly, dark, gray-brown sat in the middle of the living room with a board held up by two old plastic crates that pretended to be a coffee table. The window that led to the fire escape looked a lot like the window from the entrance; film prevented the sun light that attempted to shine through. Didn't bother Duo any, he hated the sun. Old, splintering cabinets lined the kitchen walls; some of the metal handles broke off leaving two vertical holes. The stained countertops that at one time had been white. Appliances that still had life in them were white underneath all the dirt and grime; at least he thought, they were. Ma never did like to clean.
"The prodigal son returns…" came a greeting from the couch. Smoke wafted up from the back on the dirty piece of furniture, but all he could see were two red antennae poking up. Had to be Sha Gojyo, the cockroach his mother fucked on a regular basis. Duo's eye twitched. One day that bastard wasn't going to know what hit him.
Duo chose not to respond to the bait and walked down the tiny hallway past the bathroom to the bedrooms. "Yo! Ma! I'm home!"
The silence that answered him came as no surprise. Duo pushed open the door to his mother's room. Clothing was strewn all over the place, pieces of lingerie, panty hose, bras, corsets, a whip and some random feathers along with the normal panties, shorts and cut-off shirts. Duo wrinkled his nose and picked up the whip and tapped it on his thigh as he walked over to the bed. Some porno store was probably looking for its missing merchandise.
His mother lay out across the bed vertically, like she had just fallen onto it. The room had one lady's leg lamp, with fishnet stockings that sat on a small bedside table. On the table she had her opened carton of cigarettes, a lighter and a few condom wrappers. Her bed had no comforter, only sheets that never seemed to stay on the bed, too much romping around. A cheep plywood dresser with a swirling pattern on the drawers sat against the wall opposite the bed. One sliding door to her closet sat broken against the wall, and the other permanently stayed open. Only a few boxes remained on the shelves, her shoes littered the floor, spiked heels, plat-forms, and sandals. Duo used to wonder how she kept her balance in the damn things, but now he just didn't care.
Duo flicked on the light, but she did not stir. Still dressed in her work outfit, black bikini with fish-net stockings and a see-through shawl, she resembled an abandoned doll. Her hair fell in unraveling purple curls that framed her face. Faded make-up stood out on her pasty skin like a layer of dirt. Duo tapped her stomach with the whip. "Yo! Ma!"
She moaned and rolled over. "Not now… five more minutes."
Duo rolled his eyes and dropped the whip back on the floor. "This place is disgusting, Ma." And you know it's bad when I notice.
She didn't answer him, but something that sounded suspiciously like a snore escaped her open mouth.
Duo started to pick up the scattered laundry, carefully putting just his pinky through the straps as he dropped it into the basket. He went back into the hall and dropped the basket on the floor and pushed his way into the bathroom.
Another vision, towels on the floor, make-up all over the counter, even some stockings hanging over the shower rod. Duo pulled them down with one fluid motion and gathered the soiled towels and added them to the basket. The clear shower curtain that shielded the tub had a layer of soap scum clouding it. Those were a pain in the ass to wash. Pulling back the curtain, Duo inspected the tub; a ring of dirt formed around it from too many baths and not enough cleaning. He pulled the curtain shut roughly.
He grabbed the discarded make-up bag that was left flopped open on the floor and shoved the make-up into the bag. He searched the cabinet for the 409 cleaner and couldn't find it. Probably need to keep that under lock and key from now on.
Duo went back out into the kitchen, Gojyo hadn't budged. Cracking his knuckles he smirked. He bent down and picked up one of his mother's spiked heels that he almost tripped over, and threw it at the cockroach's head.
Gojyo cursed and finally jumped up, turning a smoldering look at Duo.
"Pay the fucking rent." Duo growled, he grabbed his keys off the counter and took his laundry basket outside.
On his way to the laundry room in the building, he had to pass another number of apartments. His throat tightened as a familiar door came into sight.. The door cracked open slightly at the sounds of his footsteps. Just as he made to pass it by, a hand came out and seized his arm. Gateau, a middle aged, muscle man's frame stood in the doorway. Duo couldn't see his face in the dim light, but he knew it well, the man was obsessed with beautiful things.
"Going somewhere, my little vixen?"
The laundry basket dropped to the floor and with a liquid movement Duo had his knife in hand and Gateau pulled his hand back with a nasty red gash on it.
"Feisty as ever I see."
Duo smirked at him. "You know the rules."
"Fucked up rules, you better watch yourself, you mom has been promising things again."
Duo kept his knife in hand. He reached down to retrieve his laundry. "And all you bastards know that she can't promise shit."
Gateau smiled, his eyes wandering up and down Duo's body. "Rotten shame."
Duo rolled his eyes and finished his trek to the laundry room. Fucking Gateau. Sorry bastard.
An elderly black woman, with her shower cap and magazine seated at one of the machines was the only other person using the amenities. Duo ignored her and grabbed two washers, he sorted the clothes and shoved them inside, the quarters he took from his mom's pockets slid into the slots and the machines came to life. He left the basket there and then took off for another errand.
It took him an hour to make it to a bank outside Harlem. He cashed the check sent from his brother. He asked for a sticky note to write on. The teller gave him an odd look but gave him one. He wrote down all the bills listed on it and then got money orders for all of them. The rest of the cash he stuck in his pocket.
A small grocery mart was just around the corner. Duo usually went there to get food for the apartment. It had a modest selection of items, like a drug store. He grabbed some milk, bread, meat, and a few other necessities, like cleaning supplies. He paid for his purchase and then hopped the subway back. He made a stop in the laundry room to switch the loads then took the groceries back upstairs. He passed Gateau's apartment again but thankfully the man had found something else to do, or someone else to molest.
Unfortunately, his neighbor Dr. Muraki hadn't. The tall, silver haired man stood outside his apartment, hands in his white trench coat pockets. He caught Duo's eyes and his mouth pulled back into a sinister smile. He reminded Duo of one of those mad doctors in horror movies, just waiting to cut into flesh. Duo held back a shudder as he felt the creepy doctor's red eyes on him.
He did not make eye contact or even pretend to notice him even though he stayed aware of the man. He made sure to stay out of arm's reach this time and kept his senses on the older man until he safely made it around the corner.
Gojyo wasn't on the couch anymore; he probably moved to the bedroom. Duo growled under his breath. Somebody needed to do something with that freeloader. He shook off the tenseness that tried to seep into his shoulders and set to his next task. The sooner he was done, the sooner he could get the hell out of here.
Of course, the refrigerator was empty. Duo put away the cold items. He threw out the moldy bread that still remained in the bread box from last month. He used the bottle of cleaner he just bought and sprayed down the counters and appliances. Once the kitchen looked presentable he went back to the bathroom and did the same. He scrubbed the toilet that had a permanent red ring around it, the sink and threw out the old toothbrush and put in a new one. He blinked into the mirror and smirked. All in a days work. I'm so good, some days I even impress myself. He found the half full box of condoms in the back of the cabinet and refilled his Altoid box.
His mother's bedroom door was closed. Duo amused the thought of barging in, but the thought of seeing Gojyo naked almost made him want to hurl. He went into his bedroom. He pulled the chain in the middle of the room, and the small 40 watt light bulb clicked on and dimly lit the room. Black curtains covered his window that was over the mattress, the only furniture he had. The mattress lay on the floor, without a box spring. He only had one decoration in the room, his Limp Bizcut poster, and it peeled half way off the wall. He still had some old clothes lying around; he kicked them into his small closet. Some playboy magazines still waited on the floor for him. He didn't need them, but… Duo flopped himself down on the bed. It would be a rotten shame to waste such good entertainment before he had a chance to read it.
After going through all his magazines and taking a much needed snooze, Duo gathered up some of his club clothes he left there last time and stuffed them in a duffle. Q could probably wear some of them; he even grabbed his collar Haru had bought him when they were together, plus the chains and leather straps. Blonds in bonds, Duo smirked; he was just so clever sometimes.
He went back out and threw the duffle onto the now vacated couch. Dust rose up from the cushions making Duo sneeze. Damn it all. He shook the cushions out over the fire escape. He found some change and trash in the couch. Look at that,he thought sarcastically, I'm rich.
Finally, Duo decided he didn't give a damn and barged into his mother's room. His mother still lay in the same position, but now had Gojyo's naked ass over her. He threw a sheet over the old, wrinkly Gojyo and pulled his mother out of the room.
She laughed and almost fell over him. "Baby… when did you get back." She slurred.
"Few hours ago." Duo answered, steering her into the clean bathroom. He carefully set her onto the toilet and pulled off her remaining clothing.
"Momma is making the big bucks!" she continued.
Duo turned on the water. "Yer wasted, Ma."
She scoffed, nearly tipping over to the side. "Gojyo got some new stuff…" She sniffed wiping her nose. "You want some?"
"No." he answered simply, he could get his own stuff if he wanted it. He would be damned if he touched anything that cockroach had his filthy feelers on.
After making sure the water wasn't too hot he helped his mom into the tub, she sat laughing as he threw a rag at her.
She rambled to him about pointless stuff, as she cleaned herself. Duo pretended to listen; he ran his hands through his bangs as he leaned over the bathroom counter. He reminded himself, she could be worse; she could not even be able to stand at all, like last month. Closing his eyes he shook off the reminder. No point in thinking about it now.
"Baby? How's school?" Her voice penetrated his thoughts.
"Fucking fabulous." Duo muttered, he checked his watch, had he really been here three hours already?
"You still living with Whiskers?" she asked, rinsing herself free of the soap.
"Until his Dads kick me out."
"It's odd…" she began to wobbly as she stood back up in the tub. "Having two fathers."
Better then having none at all. He found a clean towel hidden in the cabinet and wrapped her in it. "I got you a new tooth brush." The last thing he wanted right now was a debate about Hige's living arrangements.
She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. "Momma loves you baby…" she nuzzled into his hair. She smelled better now, at least.
Duo sighed and rubbed her back as she started to cry. Her fists clenched into his hair. She kept whimpering, "Momma loves you." His stomach did a somersault at the familiar line.
Duo helped her into the bedroom. Gojyo was still snoring on the bed. "Go ahead and get dressed, Ma. I'm going to make you something to eat."
She looked at him with her watery, pleading, violet eyes. "Do you hate me?" her voice still sluggish, like a broken cassette tape.
Sometimes. Handing her a t-shirt and underwear, he answered. "Get dressed, Ma…"
She came back out to the kitchen a few moments later. Staggering, she looked like a hooker that got picked up from a cop show, Duo snorted. She put on a pair of cut-off shorts and a short red t-shirt that showed her midriff. Meet my mother, Harlem hooker trash in its finest form. She ran a shaky hand through her hair and plopped down at the kitchen table. "Baby? Can you get Momma a beer?"
Duo finished making the sandwich. "You have no beer, the cockroach drank it all."
"Fuck..." she mumbled, "Do we have anything?"
He placed a plate with a sandwich in front of her. "Eat something, then I'll give you something for your head."
She reached and took his wrist pulling him more to her. "Duo…"
"Not now, Ma. I'm busy." He replied hoarsely, pulling away from her and leaving her to eat. He went back to the bedroom and shoved Gojyo's off the bed so he could gather the sheets.
The lanky man cursed at him, a colorful array of words only heard in NC-17 rated movies. He rubbed his stubble covered face and glared at Duo with his red on red eyes, they even started to yellow. A damn shame, Duo imagined Gojyo used to be quite attractive, before he got into the really serious shit.
"You're outta beer." Duo stated, he gathered the purple Egyptian silk sheets that stunk of sex and cigarettes and dropped them into the hall.
Gojyo eventually staggered out of the room and Duo shut and locked the door so he couldn't come back in. Duo gathered up all the condom and drug wrappers, he was even found a syringe. The queasy feeling in his stomach came back. He filled up a garbage bag and carried it back out to the kitchen.
His mother still sat at the table, staring at nothing in particular. She hadn't touched the food he left for her. He didn't have time to be bothered with that at the moment. He took the garbage out with the intended task of taking it to the dumpster.
As luck would have it, another freak of nature decided to try and detain him. Farfello was a white haired lunatic who belonged in a psycho ward and liked to cut things. Self-mutilation was a hobby of his, made lines of scars all over his face and arms. Duo knew from experience they ran all over his body. The crazed man sat on the stair way rail, stooped over so his arms dangled towards the floor, effectively blocking Duo's path.
The lanky man turned his remaining beady yellow eye on Duo while licking his blood encrusted blade. "Pretty boy want to help me hurt God?"
Duo rolled his eyes. "Who let you out of your straight jacket?"
"Schuldig let me out on good behavior."
Schuldig, Farfello's red headed, German roommate, could be just as psychotic. He liked to play with your brain, not your body. The two of them had been questioned and even arrested on several homicide cases in the past year but none of the charges stuck. Duo entertained the idea that Schuldig had something to do with it.
"Well, ain't that a lucky break. Why don't you go outside and play with some cute, little, furry creatures?"
The man licked his knife again, blinking his eye at Duo.
"God loves cute little furry creatures." The eye widened, the pupil shrunk dangerously. He panted, his back heaving as he crept off the rail and onto the floor.
Duo had to take a step back to put distance between them. His knife found his hand when he stuck it in his pocket as he inched towards the landing by the stair case.
Farfello followed his every move. His lips curled back like the snarl of a mad dog. All that was missing was the white foam. Suddenly he lurched forward, screaming a battle cry that echoed down the hall.
The lunatic's knife came only millimeters from Duo's face before the teen seized the wrist. Duo leaned back against the railing and brought one foot to the man's stomach sending him sailing over his head and over the landing. Duo turned in slow motion as he heard the crack of bone as the body hit the floor.
Looking over the railing Duo saw him sit up and shake his head. The man was a damn freak of nature. Thankfully he started to crawl away and towards the front doors. Not my psycho, not my problem.
Something warm dripped down Duo's fingers. He looked down at his knife securely in his hand. It took a moment for him to realize that he hadn't cut Farfello, but had closed his fist too hard on his own knife and drew blood. Duo let out a curse, it didn't hurt.
By the time Duo had gone back into the apartment to wash his hand and put on a bandage, the insane man was nowhere to be seen. Duo let out a breath and took the garbage bag to the dumpster.
He took a cigarette break. Sitting on the red, paint chipping, stairs outside the complex, he watched a few black kids play in the street. Good ol' Harlem, never changes. Vaguely, he could recall him and Hige running around in the street, his mother sitting on the steps watching them, or pretending to watch them. He placed his cigarette between his lips. A drug dealer stood that corner with his hands in his pockets, he eyed Duo. He gave the black man a sensuous smile, then a negative hand signal, not today.
Duo finally got up and went back into the building, he felt the man's eyes on his back the entire time. He went back to the apartment just long enough to grab the sheets and took them to the laundry room. Running his fingers over the sheets he sighed. Story of my life. He threw the sheets in an empty washer and gathered the first of his loads. He reached to open the door back into the hallway when he came face to chest with another tenet.
Tomo, the cackling homo, Duo liked to call him, blocked the door way.
"How you doin'?" Duo asked, putting his laundry basket under one arm.
"So much better now that you are here." The older man's raspy voice answered.
Tomo stood around six foot five inches and had long, straight, black hair that went down to his ass. His eyes were a crystal blue. Actually, he was one of the very few attractive people in the building. I still wouldn't fuck him for practice.
"I'm touched. What the fuck you want?"
Tomo wheezed a smile. "I think you already know that."
"Take a number." Duo shoved past him back into the hall, he flung his braid over his shoulder. "I hear Gateau is horny and willing."
The taller man glared. He took a step toward Duo but abruptly stopped when Duo's knife pressed against his groin.
Tomo licked his lips and studied Duo. "You really think you can continue to deny me?"
Duo pressed the knife in harder causing the man to hiss. His shoulders tightened as he met the piercing eyes of the taller man. "Just try it."
Tomo gave a wheezy cackle. "I'll be watching you."
Giving him a flat look, Duo waited for the other man to move away from him then retracted the knife. After Tomo's shadow to disappeared around the corner Duo let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. I fucking hate this place.
His mom still hadn't budged when he got back inside. It looked like she may have nibbled on the bread but still didn't eat. Great…
He put away the clean clothes and finished straightening up the bedroom. Sheets he stashed from last month were placed on the bed before he went back out to her. "Ma? You need your stomach pumped?" A trip to the ER hadn't been on the menu, but it wasn't like it never had happened before.
She gave him a blank look. "Baby? When did you get here?"
Duo sighed and pulled up a chair. "You need to eat." He tore off a bit of sandwich and held it to her lips. It took her a moment before she opened her mouth and ate it. Duo watched her, unsure of the feeling he had in his stomach, it was almost like he felt sorry for her.
He finished feeding her and then cleaned up the mess. "You have work tonight?"
She held a look of bewilderment in her violet eyes, "I don't think so."
Duo pulled the schedule out of one of the kitchen drawers. Thankfully, she wasn't on the schedule. Good… she can sleep this shit off. Whatever Gojyo gave her must have been strong stuff.
Duo took her to the bedroom and laid her down on the sheets he changed, not silk, but they would do. "Ma, don't let Gojyo back in tonight, you need to sleep."
She smiled almost kindly and ran her hand over Duo's brow. "You take such good care of Momma."
Duo tucked her in. "There is some soup in the pantry; I want you to eat some tonight, ok?"
"Have you talked to your brother?"
"No." Duo snapped quickly. "The soup, Ma?"
She sighed, "Yeah."
"I have to go drop off the rent, then I'm outta here, I'll see you later."
"Duo…" she caught his arm and pulled him onto the bed next to her. "Won't you come back here with me?"
"Will you get a real job and kick the cockroach out?"
"Don't call him that, Duo."
He pulled out of her grip. "I'll see you later, Ma." Kissing her forehead he left the room before he could think of letting the thought occur to him.
He grabbed his duffle off the couch and the envelope with the money order. He made another quick stop to get the sheets from the laundry room. After hiding them in the back of the linen closet he turned and gave the tiny, out-dated hole another look. He sighed, his shoulders feeling heavy, he felt damn tired again. He shut off the lights and walked out, after locking the door he went to the leasing office.
Mr. Prazek was a middle-aged, fat, sad excuse for a human being. Duo hated him with a passion. In fact, make that a purple and pink polka dot passion.
The older man gave him a toothy smile when he came into the office. "You're late this month, Maxwell." His grin made Duo want to slit his throat, no one would miss the bastard.
Duo threw the envelope onto the desk. "No, I ain't. This is the same day I came last month."
"The date changed, didn't your mother tell you?" he smirked, pushing back from his desk. He stood up, his grotesque stomach bobbed up and down.
"Fuck me…" Duo muttered, he felt a headache coming on. He didn't feel like doing this today. Was is entirely possible to make a trip to Harlem without getting molested? Wait, did I just ask that? Duo shook his head. Damn.
"I could, forget about it."
"Oh… I know you could." Duo dropped his bag on the floor and locked the door behind him. After he pulled down the shades so people couldn't peek in, he slunk over to the desk, the old man's eyes following his every move.
Mr. Prazek sat back on his chair, with a throaty laugh that made Duo clench his teeth. Just do it…
Duo knelt down in front of the man. He smelled like cheap cologne and licorice. Not a good combination for the teen's already clenching stomach.
He reached down and grabbed Duo's face. "No biting this time."
Duo smacked his hand away. He roughly pulled at the man's pants until he got the already hardening member out of his pants. What I do for my mother…
The trip to Washington Heights did nothing to help ease the tension Duo felt all the way down his back. Prazek got slimier and slimier every time he saw him. The teen let out an involuntary shudder. He had to make a side trip to a convenient store for some mouth wash. Of all the scum in the projects, he had to deal with that pig of a landlord. One day, Duo was going to put an end to his reign of perversion. He pushed his sunglasses over his eyes and crossed his arms, impatiently tapping his foot.
Finally reaching the stop, he stepped heavily onto the platform and stalked up to the street. He darted through the crowds, weaving in and out of the couples walking hand in hand, the business men with their expensive brief cases, and the mothers with their small children. He let his feet carry him to his destination.
By the time he made it to the Winner mansion, he panted for breath and could barely see past the red haze that covered his tired eyes. He rapped loudly on the door. A guard answered, took a look at him and then stood to the side. "Master Quatre is in his study, he is expecting you."
Duo gave him a tight lipped smile and then entered the mansion. Pulling off his sunglasses he frowned. Everything in the foyer of the place shined. It made his eyes hurt just looking at it. It was like being inside an episode of the rich and fucking famous. He half expected to see Mr. Winner at the foot of the stairs, a pipe in his mouth and a picture perfect smile on his shining face just waiting to welcome the cameras into his house.
His shoulders tensed. Is this really where he wanted to be? He definitely didn't want to go back to Hige's. Hige probably had stuff to do with his fathers anyway.
In the mood to run, Duo took off up the stairs to the fourth floor. He ignored the shocked squeak of a maid he almost plowed over in the hall. He slammed open the door to the study and met the calm, cool, blue-green eyes of one of his best friends.
Duo let the door slide closed behind him. Tossing his bag into the corner he leaned back against the door, his chest heaving. Stupid… all this shit is stupid.
Quatre stood gracefully from his seat, his book sliding from his lap and onto the floor with a thump. The blond removed his reading glasses and set them on the stand next to his chair. His hair, pulled back into a tight ponytail with a few loose strands falling down his neck had to be as soft as it looked, even in the dim light of the room it still shone. He wore his laying-around-the-house clothes, a pair of light brown, draw string cotton pants and a pale blue, short sleeved, button up shirt. Even casual Q looked rich, it made Duo snarl.
Quatre met Duo's eyes with understanding and held a hand out to him. He offered a small apologetic smile.
Duo's jaw tightened, he didn't want sympathy. He definitely didn't want it from Quatre. Then why did you come? A little voice in Duo's head asked. Swallowing his mouth suddenly felt dry. I don't know.
The blond closed the distance between them, he gently took Duo's arms and steered him down into the plush chair he had just been seated in. He ran his hand lightly over Duo's crinkled brow, gently smoothing the frown lines away with calming strokes.
The larger teen's eyes slid shut. That's right… Quatre can make it all go away, he always made it all go away. He reached around the petite blond and pulled him between his legs. Inhaling Quatre's fresh scent, Duo nuzzled more into the warmth of his neck. Quatre didn't smell like Harlem, he smelled like a million bucks, no pun intended.
"I'll be right back." Quatre spoke softly into his ear.
The blond moved away and Duo instantly felt the lack of warmth. He shivered. Wrapping his arms around himself, he blinked the haziness from his eyes. I need to shake this shit off, it's not like I don't do this every fucking month.
He blinked his tired eyes around the study. Quatre had shelves and shelves of books. Duo didn't have a clue how the blond could possibly enjoy reading so much. Why stay cooped up in this little room while there was so much fun to be had in the outside? Hige liked to read too, he and Q had this understanding about books and talked about them a lot. It pissed Duo off.
Quatre opened the door and called to one of his maids. Duo couldn't hear what he was saying. He returned a few moments later and kneeled down in front of Duo. He placed his hands on his friend's knees. Quatre squeezed them and then rubbed his hands up and down his friend's thighs. "Will you come with me?"
Is that a request or an order? What the hell? Duo nodded, allowing the other teen to pull him up from the chair. Quatre kept contact with him by twining their fingers. The blond's skin felt soft and smooth under Duo's calloused fingers. He smiled a bit sadly to himself. Some days he wished he could feel like Hige, to feel what he must have felt being this close to Quatre. But he couldn't, even if he wanted to, he just wasn't built like that. He shook his head, why the hell would I want to be like that? Feelings make people weak.
The blond took him a few rooms down into his bedroom. The lights had been turned down. Soft candle light glowed from the window sills, the dresser, and the many small tables around the room. Duo welcomed the change, he didn't normally have headaches, but he could feel one coming on.
Duo followed Quatre over to his bed and let the smaller boy lay him down. The comforter felt soft and inviting on his back. He took a deep breath into his stomach and blew it out. Almost instantly the tense muscles started to relax. This is kinda nice…he thought, staring up at the ceiling.
Quatre sat on the side of the bed, still holding Duo's hand until the other boy let go. He then combed through Duo's bangs with his fingers. The brunette's eyes slid shut as his friend's fingers lightly brushed his forehead. It felt good, it felt fucking good.
Speaking of fucking. Duo suddenly sat up and pulled the other boy against him. He pressed his lips to the blond's in a sloppy, needy kiss that his smaller friend accepted. Quatre deepened the contact and wrapped Duo in his arms. People normally didn't think of Q as having a strong embrace, but he did, he was stronger then a lot of people gave him credit for.
The kiss finally ended and Duo clung to Quatre for a few moments. An image of Prazek flashed before his eyes. Voices echoed through his head, voices he didn't want to hear anymore. He didn't want to see that scene of the apartment, his mother, the damn cockroach none of them.
Duo cupped Quatre's face, rubbing his thumbs over the soft skin by his ears. He met the other's eyes. They held no resentment, no anger, no hate, only understanding. What would Q say if he ever saw? Would he still welcome Duo into his arms? Or would he be repulsed? Duo shook his head, who gave a shit about that. Q would never see that side of his life, the only person who knew was Hige and that was how it would to stay.
Duo touched their foreheads together for a moment so he could breathe Quatre in again. He ran his hands up the blond's arms to the front of his loose fitting shirt. Slowly he began to unbutton, revealing more and more of Quatre's creamy, immaculate, white skin. Duo felt the tightness in his groin as he drunk in the site of the blond's skin. That's two blonds in one day, a record? No… he had had three before.
Quatre waited patiently, only helping when Duo's hands started to shake. Duo shifted so he could lean the other teen back against the pillows. Quatre's arms stayed relaxed on his sides as Duo's roamed all over his exposed chest and into his pants. His head fell back against his pillows exposing his neck to Duo as he let out a lusty moan.
Duo licked his lips. He lay down on top of Quatre, both his legs resting along the other's thighs. Quatre's hand came to the back of Duo's head and pressed Duo's cheek against his chest and slowly started to scratch his head. The movement almost lulled Duo to sleep along with the blond's steady heartbeat under his ear.
Maria, the maid, parted the curtain. "Excuse me, Master Quatre, the bath is ready."
The scratching didn't stop. A purr vibrated from his neck as he cracked an eye at the maid.
"Thank you, Maria."
She curtsied and exited the room, leaving as quietly as she came.
Duo picked up his head and looked at the blond. "Bath?" Are you going to stop scratching my head?
"Mmmhmm." Quatre answered, smoothing Duo's hair.
Well, he did feel dirty, a bath would be nice. Duo rolled off the blond and got off the bed. Just so long as we continue this later.
Quatre closed his shirt with one button in the center and led him back through the golden curtain. The candles still burned strong and Maria had put on a CD of some classical music. Duo wrinkled his nose, he hated classical music.
The blond stole his attention again by taking his arm and leading him on to their destination. They walked into Quatre's large bathroom. The bath tub had its own nook in the far corner of the room; dark golden curtains fell heavily over a large window in the center of the corner. When they curtains were open, the bather could look out and see the pool deck underneath them. Next to the window, on the lower right side, a phone was mounted to the wall. Right across from the back of the tub was another fixture that housed the CD player. A few more small candles sat on the edges of the huge roman tub.
Quatre closed and locked the door behind them. Two white, terry cloth robes hung on the back of the door. He went over to Duo and smiled. "Shall we?"
Duo stood still as Quatre pulled his sweaty shirt over his head and tossed it in the corner. The blond went down on his knees to unbutton his pants. Duo closed his eyes as Quatre's fingers brush over his groin. Pushing the pants all the way down, he helped the braided teen step out of the legs and tossed the black jeans in the corner with the shirt.
Quatre stood back up and kissed Duo while he worked his own pants off. Duo slid Quatre's shirt down the boy's shoulders and pooled on the floor under them. Steadying himself on Duo, the blond kicked his pants into the corner with the rest of the clothing, now they both stood naked in the middle of the bathroom.
The bath tub looked so inviting. Quatre stepped in ahead of Duo, and sat back against the far wall of the tub and beckoned Duo with a graceful finger.
Needing no other invitation, the braided teen slid into the warm bubbly water and sat himself in between Quatre's parted legs. He rested his arms on the blond's knees. The warm water closed around him like a blanket making him purr in contentment.
The blond placed a slippery hand against Duo's chest, pulling him back so he rested completely against him. Duo let his head roll back on the other boy's shoulder. Quatre gathered some bath water into his hands and poured it over Duo's chest, letting the water drip down. Goosebumps prickled down Duo's chest and stomach as the air hit the trail of warm water.
Duo let out a sigh and shifted against the other body getting more comfortable. The blond used a wet rag and lathered him up with his expensive soap that only came in a jar with a gold label. It smelled clean and musky, Duo remembered the scent on Quatre before. It was called Egyptian musk or something like that. Quatre's hands cupped more water and the suds washed down Duo's body to join the bubbles that settled between Duo's legs.
Quatre trailed the rag further down until it grazed over Duo's penis. It jumped to life causing Duo to give a jolt. The blond smiled against his ear. "You're so tense…" He purred, causing a tremble down Duo's arms.
"Fuck…" Duo breathed through his teeth.
Quatre nipped at his ear while he stroked the rag up and down Duo's hardening length. Duo's back arched, his mind jumped from his groin to his ear then back to his groin with every move the blond made.
Duo let out a throaty moan. Oh god. The sensations drove him mad. It wasn't enough. He needed to feel Quatre inside him. "Q—"
Quatre hushed him with wet fingers on his lips. His breath was warm against Duo's ear and caused a tremor through his body. The fingers then trailed down to caress his chest and nipples. "I'm not done yet."
Duo's eyes rolled back into his head. He bucked against his friend's moving hands. Fucking tease! The familiar tingling alerted him to his oncoming climax. He grabbed onto Quatre's knees that squeezed him from both sides. Just before he was able to let go, Quatre's fingers closed around his cock, denying it release.
"Fuck!" Duo groaned, fidgeting. "Damn it, Q!" His body jerked again making him growl.
"You're so whiny today."
"Have I ever told you what a bitch you are?"
"All the time." Quatre purred, he slid his hand away from Duo and reached behind them into the tiny corked jar that sat just under the telephone, and pulled a condom out of its hiding spot.
Duo moaned again in agony. Hurry the fuck up.
He heard the blond chuckle as he moved away from him to get in a better position. Once he turned to face the blond he gave that smirking mouth a hard, biting kiss. Quatre groaned, as his teeth closed down over his bottom lip. The metallic taste of blood almost drove Duo to bite deeper.
Duo wrapped his legs around Quatre's slim waist as the other boy slid easily into him, no lubrication needed. Duo met Quatre's blue eyes with a heated gaze. These moments with Q, he would never trade for anything else in the world. Plundering the blond's mouth with a lustful kiss, both of them were left gasping for air.
The blond began to move against him, thrusting in and out slow and deliberate, making sure to hit the right spot that sent a shock through Duo's body each time. Duo grasped his friend's shoulders tightly. Each shock sent a jolt through both their bodies.
Duo threw his head back as Quatre reached down and slid his fingers along Duo's abandoned, hard cock . The blond took the washcloth in hand and stroked Duo in rhythm. He bucked against the other teen, driving him deeper and deeper until Duo thought he might just burst. Damn, I needed this!
Duo's body gave a final spasm, as they both released their seed, the blond's into Duo and into the washcloth. The braided teen gave a nip on the blond's shoulder, causing him to gasp lightly. Duo's teeth grazed the sensitive flesh over Quatre's collar bone. Quatre stayed inside Duo and pressed their foreheads together, holding Duo by the back of the neck. His breath came out short against Duo's lips. They both panted a moment, Duo needed to relearn how to breathe. That hasn't happened in awhile, he thought with a grin.
Duo ran his hands through Quatre's damp blond locks. He cupped the back of his head and kissed him thrusting his tongue in deeply, exploring the crevices of the blond's cavern. Quatre responded by grasping Duo's ass and kneading it under his fingers, while his tongue joined Duo's in a dance of eroticism.
We deserve our own porno flick. Duo laughed against the blond's mouth. His hands traveled down the blond's back and rested on his hips, rubbing the wet, slippery skin.
Quatre finally pulled away from the kiss, his cheeks flushed with passion. He smiled prettily at Duo. He dropped the washcloth full of seed on the floor. Sighing, he slid his hands down Duo's legs and unhooked them from his waist so he could slide from Duo's rear.
Duo gave a grunt of disappointment when he was moved. Never lasts long enough.
"Take your hair down for me." Quatre ordered, still short of breath.
With a knowing smirk, Duo took his braid over his shoulder and removed the hair tie. Slowly he unraveled it, enjoying the heated look he got from the blond with every section that came loose. The bottom ends of his hair fell into the water, floating around them on the surface of the water.
Quatre pressed himself against Duo, his wet body sliding against him. Duo caught him in his arms and held him there, his hands resting comfortably on the smaller boy's back. The blond ran his wet fingers through Duo's hair. Straddling the other teen's waist, Quatre dipped him back into the water to soak his hair completely. Duo rose from the water, his hair falling around both of them.
Shifting against Duo, Quatre's hands went back into Duo's dripping hair. His fingers caressed his scalp in small circular movements. He did this for a few moments until Duo began to purr in pleasure. Their lips met in another kiss as Quatre began to trace his fingers down Duo's skull and then finally through his hair. Fuck. Yeah.
All too soon the water had gotten cool. The blond stood up. He tugged Duo up with him. They kissed once more as he left the tub, the soapy water traveling down his body and being sponged by the bath mat underneath his feet. The cold air assaulted Duo making him shiver.
He pulled one of the robes from the hook and held it out for Duo. Duo stepped into the welcoming warmth. Duo pulled it around himself and shivered again. Quatre retrieved his own robe and led his friend back out into the bedroom.
It was dark outside now. All the curtains had been closed. The soft light from the candles now fought the lamp light next to Quatre's reading chair. The curtain around the bed was pulled and the sheets were pulled back with propped pillows. Do we get a mint, too?
Quatre hopped back onto the bed, a black tooth comb in his hand. Duo smiled and pounced into the blond's lap. He lay out against the blond's legs, restricting his movements, this blond wasn't going anywhere. He nuzzled his face into the soft robe that covered his friend's knee, it felt oddly comforting, almost like when he was little and his mom would pet him. Sniffing, he shook the memory out of his mind and turned his attention to the blond who started to part his hair.
Carefully and slowly, Quatre pulled the comb through Duo's long hair. With each movement of the comb, a contented sigh escaped Duo's lips. If there was one feeling, that was almost better then sex, it was having Quatre comb or brush his hair. Hige never did it; Duo would have been weirded out if he had ever asked.
Somewhere in the middle of the hair combing, Duo began to feel very sleepy. The lulling movements Quatre made started to lead him lead him towards dream land.
"Goodnight, Duo." Quatre softly told him. He tucked some of Duo's hair behind his ear and leaned over him to press a kiss on his cheek.
Duo smiled as his eyes slid shut. "Thanks, Q…" he murmured before drifting off completely.
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