Disclaimers: Not mine. I wish they were, but sadly, they belong to someone else with a lot more money than I.
Pairings: 3x4, 3x2, 2+6 (sorta, but not really, I only mention it so I don’t get yelled at by anyone)
Warnings: There be men in them there hills, doing things they shouldn’t be. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. Lemon, yaoi, adultery, and oodles of angst.
AN: Thanks ever so much to TanithNight and the stress she has to deal with me and my comma over usage and constant grammar errors. What would I do without you?
Duo was almost a mile away from the mansion when he heard the alarms go off, finally warning the building had been infiltrated, much too late for the occupants to do anything about it. Aware no one would be able to follow his trail, he made it to his motorcycle and waited, only mildly concerned his partner hadn’t made it back to the rendezvous spot they had agreed on before parting for their separate objectives. Five minutes later, he tensed as he heard a noise, smiling as he spotted the tall figure emerging from the tree line. Leaning on his motorcycle, he held out a helmet as his companion came closer, “Cutting it close, Trowa.”
“I knew you’d wait for me.”
Putting his own helmet on, Duo shoved his braid inside it so it wouldn’t hit his partner in the face while they were moving. Pushing the bike onto the road, he snorted, “I’m a sucker for a man with a gun.”
After he climbed onto the seat, he waited until long arms wrapped around his waist before shooting forward in the dark. He didn’t need headlights due to the thermal technology built into his helmet and he was glad for the tools that allowed him to see objects in the dark via the specialized visor. By now, teams would be scouring the area for the men who had killed the faction leaders and getting away without being caught was the main priority.
Duo waited until they were ten miles away from the complex before turning the lights on, flipping off the thermal screen in the same moment as Trowa’s voice came through the speaker at his ear. “The bike is almost silent. You did a good job, Duo.”
“Thanks, it’s amazing what you can do with almost unlimited time and resources. I don’t think there will be any objections about this going into production, along with the helmet. We were able to get a lot closer tonight than we would have with another form of transportation. The only other way to get that close would have been on foot.” He was secretly thrilled at the compliment. Very few people knew the design for the silent motorcycle engine and helmet that had thermal and night vision options had come from his mind. Getting his partner’s approval brought a private pleasure he kept to himself, exactly the way he kept the pleasure of having Trowa’s body pressed against his a secret.
Pulling into the parking lot of a motel that seemed more likely to rent rooms by the hour, Duo forced himself to forget any fantasies woven around his tall partner. Waiting until the other man stood, he swung his leg off the bike, pulling his helmet off in the same movement and shaking out his braid, “You got the keys?”
“Key; only one room was available.”
Momentarily stumped, Duo turned to the back of the bike and grabbed the bags strapped there, tossing Trowa’s to the tall man. “That’s fine with me, but is Quatre gonna feel the same way? He’s vicious when he gets pissed,” the braided man noted as Trowa led the way to what was going to be their room for the night, only half-joking.
Turning the key in the lock, the emerald-eyed man shook his head, “Quatre doesn’t need to know. I try to keep work away from him. It bothers him to hear of the things we do.”
Both pleased and disappointed to see two beds, Duo dropped his bag at the foot of the bed closest to the bathroom after shutting the door, crouching down to look for the headphones he took almost everywhere. “I can see that, I guess. Personally, I thought that was a damn good shot,” he grinned as he flopped onto the bed, lying on his back. “If I hadn’t known where you were, I wouldn’t have known where the shot came from.”
“You did a good job of getting rid of the guards, too. None of them made a sound,” complimented Trowa, searching his own bag.
Stunned by the accolade, Duo glanced at his partner, gasping and averting his eyes when he saw Trowa pull his shirt over his head. “Thanks; you want to use the shower first?”
“You can go first. Duo, are you okay?”
Rolling off the bed and dropping the headphones back into his bag in one smooth motion, Duo tried to get the image of Trowa’s bare chest out of his head. “I’m good. I guess I’ve still got adrenalin running through me. I’ve got a surplus of energy I need to expel.”
Tugging his own shirt off, he searched the contents of his bag for the shorts he normally slept in when he was away from home. Trowa’s sharp inhale had him glancing up to where deep green eyes were focused on him, “What?”
“You’re…wounded. Why didn’t you say something?”
Twisting his neck to look at his own back, he rolled his eyes when he glanced the cut from the corner of his eye, almost out of his range of sight, recalling the guard that had gotten lucky with a blind strike. “It’s a scratch. I forgot about it. I’ll wash it off while I’m in the shower,” he assured, standing with his shorts clasped loosely in one hand, tossing them on the bed so he could remove his boots.
“Is that what you’re going to wear sleeping?”
Tucking the heavy boots under the edge of the bed, Duo frowned, “Sorry. I didn’t think we would be sharing a room. I can sleep in my pants.”
“It’s…okay. You aren’t mad about sharing a room?” Trowa asked as Duo made his way to the tiny bathroom.
“I told you I don’t mind, Trowa. If the shorts bother you…” he added, glancing over his shoulder and blinking when he found the other man’s gaze focused on him with an intensity that had him shivering. “Be glad I brought something at all,” he said quietly, smirking when he saw Trowa jerk. “I usually sleep naked after an assignment. Feeling the sheets directly against my skin helps me get rid of some of the extra adrenalin.”
Shocked at what had spilled unplanned from his lips, Duo quickly shut the bathroom door behind him and began stripping off his clothes. Without taking his hair down, he turned on the shower and stepped under the cool spray, hoping it would calm his body’s reaction. Realizing that wasn’t going to be enough, he stopped fighting his lust and turned on the hot water until it almost scalded him.
Knowing Trowa was off-limits didn’t stop him from wrapping a hand around his erection, mind filled with an image of the tall man half-naked. Knowing of the relationship between Quatre and Trowa didn’t stop him from pumping, biting his bottom lip to stifle the moan fighting its way out of his throat. Knowing there would never be more than friendship between him and his soft-spoken partner didn’t make him stop stroking himself until he came with a shudder, envisioning another hand touching him intimately.
Letting water wash over him, erasing the evidence of what he had done, he wasn’t able to be ashamed of his fantasies, even if Trowa was obviously dedicated to the blonde who was also one of Duo’s best friends. Fantasies were things you wanted but couldn’t have and he was hurting no one. He knew he hid his attraction well; after all, there had been lots of practice over the years.
Wanting to make sure Trowa had some hot water for a shower, he quickly unraveled his hair and washed it, wishing the water pressure was a little stronger so it would take less time to rinse. A total of twenty minutes later, he turned the water off and stepped from the shower, drying off with one of the two provided towels before laying it over his shoulders to capture the moisture from his hair. After pulling on the thin shorts he opened the door, remaining silent when he saw Trowa talking quietly on his cell phone.
Staying as unobtrusive as possible, Duo stood in place as the other man spoke; wishing the tall man would speak to him with such affection in his tone. “Yes, I will. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Once Trowa had ended the call, Duo towel dried his hair before bending down to get his brush from his bag, “Quatre okay?”
There was a moment of silence before Trowa cleared his throat, “He had a dinner meeting this evening that sounded quite boring. I’m not sorry I missed it.”
Chuckling, Duo stood and turned, eyes going wide when he discovered Trowa staring at him again. Feeling his cheeks blaze, he averted his head and sat on the edge of the bed, one knee pulled up to his chest. “I’ll sleep in my pants, okay?”
“That’s not necessary.”
Starting at the bottom of his hair, he began to brush it out in sections, refusing to look at his partner, “It’s clearly making you uncomfortable.”
“Duo, I’ve never seen your hair down. You look…different.”
“It’s gonna be down for a little while, Trowa. I can’t braid it while it’s really wet or it won’t dry.”
Movement from the corner of his eye had the brush stilling in Duo’s hand. Trowa’s voice was suddenly very close to his ear, the tone odd, “You misunderstand me. You look beautiful.”
Stunned, Duo remained frozen until he heard the bathroom door shut, tamping down the almost desperate need to follow the other man. Shaking himself to get the thoughts out of his head, he began to brush his hair again, hissing in frustration when he realized he was still thinking of his partner ten minutes later.
It was his own fault he hadn’t been with anyone in a long time. Dating had become impossible when he discovered himself comparing each of his dates to his tall partner, then at the beginning of their working relationship. Rather than confront his growing attraction he had chosen to ignore it for the last three years, ceasing his dates, although he was asked out often. Now he was faced every day with seeing the man he was drawn to, aware his desires would remain unfulfilled but unable to stop himself from coveting what belonged to another.
The brush was running smoothly through his hair when he sighed heavily, “I really need to get laid.” Hands on his back had him jumping in surprise, spinning to stare at the man that had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. “How long have you been there, Trowa? What are you doing?”
“I’ve been here long enough and I’m looking at the cut on your back. It needs to be bandaged.”
Scared if the other man touched him again he would lose control, Duo shook his head, “It’ll be fine.”
“Don’t be foolish. It has to hurt.”
The ache in his back didn’t even compare to the one in his groin. Duo shifted, pulling his hair forward so it would pool in his lap and hide the erection that could be easily seen in the thin shorts he wore. “Really, it’s okay.”
“Let me bandage it, Duo,” the firm tone told him arguing would do no good.
“Yeah, okay. Go ahead, I guess.”
Feeling the bed shift he took a deep breath, dropping the brush and digging his hands into the edge of the mattress as Trowa stretched to retrieve the first-aid kit from his own bag between the beds before returning to his previous position behind the long-haired man. Gentle touches that were innocent quickly began to drive him crazy and Duo bit the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning.
When a hand suddenly ran up his spine he jumped off the bed and paced the room, hair whipping around his body. “All done? Great, thanks for the help,” he spoke quickly, not allowing enough time for Trowa to say anything.
“Duo, what are you doing? I need to finish putting the bandage on,” Trowa stated quietly after a moment, causing Duo to stop and stare at him, groaning when the other man held a piece of gauze up in one hand.
Embarrassed as hell, Duo made himself sit back down, “Hurry, and do me a favor and don’t…touch me too much, all right?” he asked in a soft tone.
“I thought you liked being touched.”
“Who doesn’t?” he laughed shortly, stopping abruptly when he felt the other man’s hands on his back again.
“You don’t like being touched by me?”
His thoughts fogged with sensation from calloused fingers smoothing the gauze, Duo forgot to sensor his words before they leapt from his mouth. “I like you touching me too damn much.”
“Does that mean you like it when I do this?” Strong hands were suddenly on his sides, moving lightly up his ribs and making the air rush from Duo’s lungs.
“You are done with the bandage, right?”
“Yes, but you aren’t going anywhere.” To make his meaning clear, an arm snaked around the long-haired man’s waist to hold him in place as a hot mouth came down on his shoulder.
“Trowa, I don’t know what you’re doing, but you need to stop,” Duo pled as a tongue traveled up the side of his neck.
“You know what I’m doing and I don’t want to stop. I have a surplus of energy I need to expel, too.”
Desires over-riding his brain, Duo fought the urge to take what he wanted, eyes crossing as teeth grazed lightly over the skin of his neck, “Don’t do this. Quatre-”
“Quatre doesn’t need to know.” Trowa’s breath was hot at his ear. “Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll stop right now. We’ll forget this ever happened.”
“What if I can’t tell you that?” For once, Duo was cursing his vow not to lie, knowing he couldn’t tell the other man he didn’t want what was being offered.
Hands were on him suddenly, firmly pulling Duo against the erection pressed against his back, covered by the thin cloth of the motel towel Trowa had wrapped around his waist. “If you don’t tell me you don’t want me, I’m going to take you, Duo.”
Not even the knowledge that he was going to feel all-encompassing guilt later could stop Duo from surrendering to the other man with a whisper, “I can’t tell you that, Trowa.”
He heard the intake of breath as he felt the cock pressed to his back jump at his declaration, “You want me?”
“I want you.”
He barely spoke the words before he was being picked up and laid back on the bed, Trowa’s body covering him instantly. “It’s about damn time,” the tall man hissed, startling Duo. “I’ve been going crazy for months wanting you.”
He might have been shocked, but that didn’t stop Duo from responding immediately when he was kissed, Trowa’s tongue delving inside his mouth as a hand slid up his thigh to knead his erection through his shorts. Frantic for more, Duo broke the kiss, crying out when teeth found one of his nipples. His hands took on a life of their own, pulling Trowa’s towel away and letting it fall to the floor before grasping the nude body poised over his own.
Streaking back up, Trowa kissed him hard, “Tell me what you want, Duo. What do you want?”
Body wracked with tremors of desire, Duo arched into the hand stroking him, “I want you inside me, Trowa,” he hissed, staring into green eyes dark with desire.
The other man disappeared and seconds later Duo’s shorts were whisked away. A touch on his knees had him spreading them open instinctively, moaning when a slick finger found his entrance, his lips covered again. When a second digit was added Duo found himself moaning into Trowa’s mouth, moving his hips in a feverish attempt for more satisfaction. The kiss was broken as a third finger found his prostate in what he assumed was an attempt to drive him insane. “Trowa…now, damnit.”
There was only a moment to mourn the loss of the digits inside him before they were replaced with something larger. Gripping the coarse motel blankets in his hands, Duo grit his teeth as he was penetrated slowly, panting when Trowa stopped moving, fully seated. “Tell me you’re okay,” hissed the tall man, arms trembling as he held still. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You aren’t hurting me. I need you to move, Trowa.” When the other man finally did move Duo almost pulled his own hair out in frustration. “I said move, damnit! Fast, not slow!”
“Duo, I don’t know if I can. I want to, but I’m afraid of hurting you.”
Letting his body dictate his actions, Duo used his legs to turn them so he was on top, drawing a low groan from Trowa at the change, his erection going deeper into the smaller man. “I haven’t had sex with anyone in over three years, Trowa. When I said fast, that’s what I meant,” he growled, his breath coming in pants.
Without waiting to see Trowa’s reaction, Duo began to move, moaning when his prostate was hit with every motion. When hands grasped his hips he cried out in disappointment until he was abruptly being pulled down on Trowa’s cock, impaling him deeper. A low growl got his attention seconds before the tall man rolled them again, holding Duo’s legs apart so he could thrust into the willing body brutally.
Taking his own erection in his hand, Duo pumped it in concert with the motion of Trowa’s hips. When another hand covered his, he couldn’t stop the coiling pressure, shouting in ecstasy as he came, groaning when hot semen filled him.
There was no desire to move as the taller man collapsed against him, completely exhausted. Letting his eyes close, he held on tight as he wondered what in the hell he had just done.
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