Chapter 4: Go (To fit, suit, be together. What a give-awaydon't worry, this story has more meat on it's bones in the future.)
Quatre, of course, lasted all of two days.
Duo was luxuriating in fantasy, and coincidentally had a hand down his pants, when he heard the knock, and cursed fate mentally using several words that quite frankly fate didn't really appreciate as he went to open the door.
Fate repaid him in some small measure by having the person on the other side, who was one of several featured in the aforementioned fantasy, launch into a flying tackle that ended on the guest bed with the person straddling Duo's waist.
"I take it your grieving period is over bang boy?"
"I've decided," Said Quatre with a small glare "that Trowa will be happier with someone who has more in common with him"
"Like the inability to speak more than three words in a row? Or hair that occasionally gets in his eyes? Ah!" Quatre poked his mount in the ribs at this last.
"Wellyes. Whereas I would be happy with someone" Quatre searched for words, and then gave up. "With you."
"Does that mean I get to kiss you now?"
"Actually I'M on top this time, so I'll kiss you."
"Seems fair."
Quatre looked dissapointed. "I was joking, Duo. Just because I'm horny and single doesn't mean I'm easy." Still miffed, he continued. "Now, take me on a date and maybe we can talk."
Duo had never seen the discussion with Quatre straddling him going quite like this but Damn, I was pretty forward, wasn't I? I have to go easy on him, not everyone's an uncouth pervert I guess
"Quatre Winner, you wanna go see a movie?"
"Why yes!"
"Good. You're paying."
"DUO!!"
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In the end Quatre payed, but it was a bittersweet victory, because he also got to choose the movie. Of course he picked a sickeningly sugary-looking romance, and while he couldn't prove it he was sure that every time he turned around now Duo was pretending to choke.
Quatre's first attempt to leave his room was thwarted by Duo, who politely requested that he wear something NOT worth more than the theatre itself. Number two was slain by Quatre's misgivings about wearing purple (He really was sensitive about the issue of being unmanly), and finally number three was the first thing out of his dresser when Duo threatened to leave without him.
Halfway down the stairs he remembered he had the keys, but it was to late to turn back, which is why he went on his first date wearing the same pajama bottoms he slept in.
He looks incredible like this though, Thought Duo, courteously opening a door for his date, hair still rumpled from drying, cheeks flushed, PJs and a T-shirt he wouldn't have fit into when he was 13he still looks like a godamn angel. If I didn't like him so much I'd murder him out of jealousy
"You'r ogling me again."
"Aww, I can't even do that? The hell kind of date is this?"
Quatre giggled, and Duo's heart fluttered. "Well don't be surprised when I ogle you right back, baka!"
"No stealing words from Heero, that's cheating. Somehow."
"Fine, but only if you'll hold hands once we get to the movies."
"Gee, who really wins on that one?"
They held hands, and while they did get a few scowls and muttered misgivings, for every frown there was a cheer or an excited Oh my gawd!', and Duo openly preened himself, basking in the attention. Slightly embarassed but feeling rather cocky about defying, in some strange way, authority, Quatre rubbed up against the other boy whenever possible, and eventually Duo wrapped one long arm around his waist and protectively planted a hand on his hip. A reciprocative arm slipped around his own shoulders, and Duo smiled as the positive-sounding shouts and o's increased.
The box office attendant, a slightly acne-faced teen sporting a small ponytail and a pair of headphones that dissapeared under the counter whenever a customer approached, smiled at the couple as he took Quatre's credit card and handed over the tickets. "Have a nice day," He said, and added in a lower voice "And you might be careful to sit on the right side of the theatertonight is Chad's shift as usher" He twisted his own mane unconciously. "He'snot a fan of long hair on guys, if you catch my drift. Manager's son, otherwise he'd have been fired long ago"
Duo smirked evilly while Quatre thanked the boy, and tried to hand him a bill as a tip. "No no, Mr. Winner. I'm going to college on one of your scholarships. Enjoy the show!" He slid on the headphones surrepstisiously as Duo led a slightly dazed Mr. Winner' away.
As they sat down (left side of theater), Quatre spoke. "It's so strange to hear things like that from people'your money's no good here, Mr Winner, you financed the loan to buy us the building', or Please keep it Mr Winner, your father supplied us at half price for years', and of course Don't worry Mr Winner, I work for you'"
"Yeah," Duo replied, "being stuck with me and Heero for years kind of takes away all of your expectation for respect, don't it?"
"Especially you."
Duo slid his arm around Quatre's shoulders again. "I'm working on respecting you more," He said, sounding just a little hurt.
Quatre grabbed his hand and placed it spread-eagle on his chest, pulling to tighten the embrace. "I know, keep it up and I'll make it worth your while"
Quatre tried to lean closer, but was thwarted by the arm rest. Muttering slightly, he bent over it to put his head on Duo's shoulder. A small gaggle of girls a few rows above them gasped and giggled as he wrapped the trademark braid around his neck and toyed with the end.
Duo, for his part, did his best to impersonate a piece of furniture, lest he make a wrong move and his new found luck be broken.
Neither of them saw much of the movie, nor did the gaggle, their attentions were to busy concentrating on the clumsy-but-beautiful-in-it's-own-way make-out session being held between the two former Gundam pilots.
About halfway through the boys realized that the armrests could be moved, and felt very silly about it.
Quatre, depsite his earlier comments, was by far the less shy, and while keeping a firm grasp on the arm that wrapped around him he guided Duo's other hand to his knee, where it slowly crept up and in with a goodly amount of encouragement and reassurement that nothing unnaceptable was being done.
In the meantime the blond boy nuzzled under his date's chin and neck, as Duo made increasingly shaky and high-pitched jokes about the movie, trying desperately to keep from moaning or raping Quatre. The feeling of a soft and smooth face at his throat was intoxicating, and the warmth of Quatre's thigh was matched by the heat between his legs.
He decided to up the ante with jokes about going all the way on a first date once they got home.
Is it really home? The question made him lose concentration even on that wonderful presence beside him as he considered it. It WAS home to some extent, he had a friend there, his few worldly possesions, the bed Quatre had offered to him for as long as he wanted
But it isn't home. I haven't had a real home since the orphanage burned. He loved and lusted after Quatre, but everything that counted was still on him, and in him. His mind. His life. His knife
He pulled Quatre closer and tried to think as he usually did: for the present and the present alone.
The homophobic usher eventually made an appearance, although he had clearly been drinking in the projection room for most of the movie. Duo removed the long, curved combat knife he habitually carried and cleaned his nails on the hand wrapped around Quatre with it, but the drunken man couldn't take a hint.
He made a crucial mistake though. Instead of insulting DUO, which would have earned him some brutal insults and maybe taught him some new words, he picked on the non-knife-weilding Quatre.
His exact words were "Which one's the GIRRRRL?"
Something deep inside the Arabian boy snapped and snatched the knife from Duo, throwing it with brutal speed towards the inebriated, intolerant fool who had dared intrude on his semi-private time. The blade pinned the man's shirt collar to the wall juuust left of his neck.
Chad's eyes got very wide, then closed as he slumped to the stale-popcorn-covered floor. The girls applauded as Duo's other long arm retrieved the blade and made it dissapear in a way Quatre couldn't quite see.
Quatre yawned. Leaning back to his date's shoulder, he whispered in his ear, breath tickling soft hairs. "I'm tired of this place, and neither of us has seen a second of this film. Wanna take this home?"
Duo nearly carried Quatre out of the theater in the eagerness of his affirmative, pausing only breifly to nod at the friendly ticket boy, who grinned and winked on the way to the car.
Back at the Winner Mansion, the American chivalrously opened the front door for Quatre, who sniffed imperiously and walked in with head regally high-
Only to drag Duo after him and kiss him hard once the door closed after them.
It felt like they were molding to one another, every inch of their bodies touhing and joining, heat building at the lips and then spreading through them both until the whole room burned with their passion-
Quatre broke off before he could do something stupid. "Umm" He decided you could never go wrong with an apology. "Sorry?"
"For what? That was incredible" Duo was leaning hard on the wall, trying to stay on his feet. Breaking THAT was like losing part of my soul "I don't suppose," He continued, after catching a little bit more of his breath, "that you're one of those that goes all the way on the first date? Zero to sixty-nine in one?"
Quatre laughed, also still recovering from the soul-searching kiss. "Nope, I already told you I'm not easybesides, you didn't even pay for the movie"
But Duo looked so utterly rejected and I'm so horny, Quatre made a decision. "Tell you what though, you DID pay for that movie LAST night" He stepped up to Duo and pressed him even harder against the wall, running a thumb under the waistband of his pants. "So how about we just go" His hand dipped further in. "Half the way"
(Yes, I have no soul. Yes I deserve to die. Yes this is a satanic way to end a chapter. No I don't want to have to change the rating to R quite yet. Sorryo btw, the ticket boy is me in two years. Ub4r-thankies to all the kind reviewers, and to Gina and Anne for setting me up with a sweet new pageas soon as I post this story on the mailing list I'll be able to put up a link to my very own Shades and Echoes author profile! Sweet, neh? If I had the link handy for the site itself I'd post it now, but as it is you'll have to wait one more chapteror look it up on google. T minus two to three days and counting to part 5! More characters appearing! More waistbands breached! L8r!)