Title: Tainted Gold

By: Aina Song

Fandom(s): Gundam Wing/Gravitation

Genre: Yaoi

Rating: NC-17

Warning(s): Language; Angst; Saap; Song Lyrics; Rumored Death; Slight OOC.

Pairing(s): To be revealed as story develops. (Trust me, you'll appreciate it better that way.)

Reviews: Yes, please.

Author's Note: Standard Disclaimer. This story was not written for money.

Teaser: The pain of broken promises is not so easily mended…

Chapter Four - Remember

Quatre Raberba Winner was silent for a long moment, before leaning forth to finally meet that mouth with his own. The other captured the front of his shirt, keeping him there as their tongues entwined. When reluctantly they parted, the blond shook his head in amazement. "It seems I shall owe Wufei an apology."

"At least," Duo Maxwell agreed with an easy smile.

He shifted back against the opposite arm of the sofa, pulling his lover with him so that the brunet was sitting quite comfortably on his lap. Reaching up, he ran his fingers through the other's very short honey-chocolate strands. "You cut your hair…"

"Kinda had to. They couldn't reach the back of my skull, otherwise."

"I miss the braid."

"Me too," Duo confessed. He tilted his face into the other's palm, closing his eyes with a contented sigh at the gentle touch. "My reason for it never died, but I think what I miss the most about it is when you used to work it loose just so I wouldn't get a headache trying to sleep with it at night. You really loved me, didn't you."

Quatre's hand stilled, and his heart missed a beat. "I've never stopped loving you, Duo."

"Q, I know more than you're lettin' on." Sighing, the other opened his eyes and pinned the blond under his gaze. "You're married now."

"Yes," he admitted. "But it is a marriage of circumstance. Mika knows I can never love her. As you can see, we don't even share the same residence."

"But you seem so hung up on her and that kid brother of hers." Duo bit his lip, glancing away, "And you promised her-"

"A child," the blond softly finished. "But through artificial insemination only. I've never once touched her that way, and I don't intend to." He sighed, "And as for Eiri. I don't feel it's my place to tell you the entire story, but… I feel responsible for him. Protective. If I think about it, it's very close to how I used to feel about Trowa."

Eyes widening, Duo turned his head to stare at him. He had learned firsthand that their French companion had never been competition for Quatre's heart, that the blond Arabian was more than able to care for one and devote his deepest love to another. "Are you sure?"

"Duo," the other smiled. "I have and will always belong only to you."

The brunet grinned and threw himself into the blond's embrace. Quatre was all too willing to accept him, crushing their mouths together in a kiss even more passionate than the last. Their tongues danced and entwined in a heated battle for dominance in which Quatre was the victor. Without breaking their kiss, he pulled the other with him down from the sofa. Duo released a soft breath as his back connected with the carpeted floor, which gave voice into a low whimper when the blond lowered the length of his body atop him and let Duo feel the proof of his arousal.

Quatre lifted his head, staring down at his lover with quiet concern. "Duo. If you're not sure… It has been a while, and-"

"It's been forever," he moaned. He reached with both hands, running his fingers through blond strands which once upon a time had been tawny curls. "Please, Q. Don't make me beg you for it."

Shared longing flashed across his eyes, and Quatre captured that mouth once again. With a heated breath he ran his mouth down his lover's jaw and skimmed his kisses lower. Duo gasped as those teeth nibbled along the side of his throat, his back arching into the body above him. Quatre gave a low guttural growl, grinding his hips down to meet that friction with equal fervor. They moved together, wonderful heat building between them as their mouths clashed again and again.

Unable to wait any longer, Duo slid his hands down the blond's shirtfront and fumbled for the first of its buttons. Quatre paused, digging his palms into the carpet and lifting himself up to allow Duo's hands room to work. The buttons were freed, and Quatre's pale torso was slowly bared. When only three or four buttons remained, Duo slipped his hands into the opening he had created and at last touched the man above him. Quatre sucked in a hiss of breath, his aqua-blue eyes clouding over at the burning feel of those fingertips against his skin. Duo glanced up, wondering, and the blond lowered his gaze to pin his lover with a look of heat and hunger.

"Don't stop…"

With a half-smile, the brunet let his fingers roam along the familiar torso and ghost over the strong flat stomach. The lithe muscles under Quatre's skin quivered slightly in reflex, as it had indeed been so long since he had allowed himself any sort of personal contact.

And that was when his telephone rang.

Quatre turned his head in its direction with a very uncharacteristic scowl, and Duo dropped his hands to his sides with a disbelieving chuckle. "Answer it."

The blond stared down at his lover, but smiled in finding the look of challenge in those blue-amethyst eyes. "You want me to interrupt this, for that?"

Duo nodded, half-smirk in place.

Quirking a slim golden eyebrow, he kissed the brunet, growling "Stay" against the other's lips before rising and walking toward the dining room.

Duo Maxwell lay there for a grand total of two seconds, before his grin widened and a dark gleam shone in his eyes. Quickly rolling to his stomach, he clambered to his feet and raced for the front door, quietly locking it before the blond could even reach the phone.

Quatre's back was still turned when he picked up the receiver, trying very hard to sound patient as he answered, "Hello?"

It was his lead informant. "Mister Seguchi, please excuse me if I've interrupted anything."

"Oh, he hasn't," Duo's voice whispered into his other ear from behind. His arms snaked around Quatre's middle, letting his hands slip into the blond's mostly-opened shirt to touch again the skin beneath. "Has he."

Quatre hissed a silent breath between his teeth, as the fire in his veins which had not yet died was immediately rekindled. Duo lightly nibbled at the juncture of the blond's throat, causing a shiver to climb up Quatre's spine, then he spun the other around and pushed him up against the wall. Quatre gave a low grunt as his back hit the wall behind him.

"Mister Seguchi?"

"No, you haven't interrupted," he quickly spoke into the receiver. "But I was just about to step out, so if you wouldn't mind I would appreciate it if you'd call back tomorrow."

Duo smirked as his hands slid down to the button of the blond's jeans. "You sure you won't be busy tomorrow, too," he asked with a whisper, lowering himself down upon his knees.

Quatre's next breath caught in his throat and the back of his head thumped against the wall.

"Are you all right, sir?" The voice on the other end of the line demanded in concern. "Mister Seguchi? Did something happen?"

Duo's mouth was a slick cavern that enveloped him in its wet warmth like a cobra swallowing its prey whole. The brunet was proving himself a very… insistent distraction. With a gasp for air, Quatre put all his concentration on the conversation at hand. "It appears I have just enough time after all. Please state your reason for calling, but make it quick."

Below his navel, Duo chuckled, the sensation pulsing along his length. Quatre's free hand flew down, his fingers twining in those honey-chocolate strands. "Faster," he breathed.

"Sir?"

"You're taking too long," he spoke into the receiver, very swiftly losing his control and wishing to end one distraction that he might devote his attention to another. "Speak faster and tell me why you've called. I don't have - uhn - much longer to spare."

"Sir? What happened?"

"Stubbed a toe looking for my briefcase," he fabricated.

His lover looked up, replacing his mouth with his hand. "I only sucked your toe, that once," he argued, smirking. "But I remember it drove you crazy."

Quatre held the phone far from his head, muttering under his breath, "You'd go crazy as well, if your lover had kept his other hand busy exploring beneath your scrotum…"

"He did," Duo reminded. "Payback. I suffered for hours." He quickened his hand.

The new friction caused him to flinch, his head hitting the wall again. This time he left it there, quietly panting for breath, barely able to catch the voice on the other line as he returned the phone to his ear.

"We haven't been able to reach a conclusion about that report you asked of us, sir. I apologize."

"R-report?" Quatre struggled to remember the last assignment he had required of his informants, but the delicious friction was growing steadily faster, shattering his concentration.

"Me," Duo whispered helpfully. "You had them tailing after my ass for the past two months." He then returned his attention and his mouth to what he had been doing.

"Ooh, yes," the blond breathed. "Mm-My apologies for not notifying you sooner, but my reasons for that search have ah-ready been resolved. Please inform the others, and extend to them my th-hey-anks."

The brunet chuckled as his blond lover finally hung up and replaced the phone to its hook. "Were those noises for my benefit, or for his?"

Quatre's aqua-blue eyes darkened with much passion, and he gave Duo a very dangerous look. "I'll owe you for this. You realize that."

"Then I'd better make the best of what I've got," he answered, before promptly swallowing Quatre whole.

The blond gave a sharp cry, bringing his other hand to join the first in capturing the back of his lover's head. Duo's mouth worked him eagerly, and Quatre moaned as he felt a pool of heat gathering toward his groin. He was close, so close… Then Duo's hand squeezed him and twisted, and that was it.

Quatre was left panting long minutes after Duo had pulled away, licking his lips like a kitten that had found the milk dish. The brunet slowly stood, leaving heated kisses up his lover's stomach and heaving chest until finally he reached the other's mouth. Quatre growled low in his throat as that tongue teased at his own, and his body came alive again. Capturing his lover in his arms, the blond pulled Duo close and devoured the insides of that talented mouth, knowing some satisfaction when he felt the singer tremble against him.

He maneuvered their positions until it was Duo's back that hit the wall, and then swiftly turned the other around so that the brunet had to catch the wall with his hands to keep from colliding into it a second time. Quatre reached around his lover's hips, unfastening the tight jeans and tearing them down to Duo's ankles.

"Tell me how you want it," he growled into the other's ear.

A noise escaped the brunet's throat as the keyboardist pressed his length against him. "Don't tell me you've forgotten already," Duo moaned, turning his head back to give his lover a fiery glance. "C'mon, Q. Bruise me."

Never one to disappoint, Quatre shoved all the way in with one great thrust. Duo arched his back with a loud cry, but the blond only gave his lover a moment to recover before moving his hips back and forth in a steadily increasing rhythm. Soon Duo was begging Quatre's name as the other fucked him harder and faster, his thrusts shoving the brunet up against the wall. The cold hardness against him proved torturous friction for his own neglected member, nearly rubbing him raw with the ferocity of their joining.

Quatre dug his fingers into Duo's hips, bringing the brunet down hard to meet his thrusts, latching his teeth onto the juncture of Duo's shoulder as his second climax escaped him. Duo screamed at the sudden pain, the hot seed pushing up against his prostate ripping a shuddering release from him which coated between his stomach and the wall.

~o~

Long minutes later, both were nude and lying comfortably together in Quatre's bed. Duo rested his head upon his lover's chest with a contented sigh, as the blond's fingers gently stroked along his spine.

"There's not a mark on you," Quatre whispered in wonder, unable to keep from marveling at the smooth skin under his touch. "Even your scars from the war have gone…"

"The miracle of medical science," Duo shrugged drowsily. He yawned, cuddling further into the blond's chest. "I didn't want you to recognize me before I was ready to let you know the truth."

"And in which scenario might I have stumbled upon you without your shirt on?"

"I dunno. 'Sides, I like me like this."

"So do I," Quatre assured. "Now I understand what you meant by 'physical therapy'."

"Yeah."

"I am sorry, you know. Somehow, I feel I should've gone with you. If I had been there-"

"No," Duo quietly insisted. "I told you. The only good thing about that accident was that you weren't there to see what it did to me."

Quatre decided not to upset his lover by arguing that point. "How often do you have the therapy?"

"I'm down to two, every third week."

"How much longer?"

"I go in for another examination next month. Doc'll tell me then."

The blond fell silent, thinking that over and accepting its necessity. He let his fingers continue to trail along his lover's spine for several more minutes, until a sudden thought bubbled up to the surface. "Duo?"

"Mm… Mm-hmm?"

A soft smile tugged at his mouth to discover that the brunet was swiftly falling asleep. "Mind if I ask you something while you're still awake to answer?"

A great breath expanded the other's lungs, and Duo sighed, "What is it?"

"When I first met you as Sakuma-

"Ryuichi."

His smile softened further. "Ryuichi, then. As you left after your audition, you said something about having someone important waiting for you at home. Who did you mean, or had that been made up as well?"

"I never lie, Q," the other murmured. "You remember that pink plush bunny you gave me our last Christmas together?"

This surprised a soft chuckle from the blond. "Kumagoro? That was who you meant?"

"Uh-huh. Good ol' Mr. Bear." He shifted a bit, turning his head over and settling once more against Quatre's chest as sleep finally began to claim him. "Remind me not to forget him when I move in with you, huh?"

True happiness, such as he had not felt in so long, blossomed within his chest. He held his lover closer.

"I'll remember."