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//I'm going out in a blaze of glory Take me now but know the truth I'm going out in a blaze of glory Lord I never drew first But I drew first blood I'm no one's son Call me young gun// "Mmmm . . . ahh. . . Quatre . . . " "Yes, Duo?" he whispers. I can't believe I never noticed how sexy his voice is before. "Anou . . . can we move?" He sits up, drawing me with him. "Thanks," I sigh as I stretch my back. "Dontcha have any beds around this place? or were ya wantin to stay on the patio all night? cuz I'm sure not." It's quite dark out now and hard to see much. The stars overhead are amazingly bright, and a sliver of a moon hangs low in the sky, just visible beyond Quatre's shoulder. He doesn't make any wise crack like "what? the concrete's too good for a street rat like you?" -- not that I expected him to, but I'm used to such comments. Instead, he tugs me to my feet and wraps the end of my braid around his wrist. Tucking the tip against his palm, he takes my hand in his. I can't help looking at him curiously. "What's that for?" He shrugs self-consciously. "Keeping you close?" I pull him into a tight hug and a deep, lingering kiss. "I'm not going anywhere," I whisper, my voice gone a little husky. "Ahh. . . ." he sighs. "Not even to bed with me?" The question is so softly spoken, I almost don't catch it. I pull back a bit so I can look him in the eye. He meets my gaze somewhat shyly. "Anou . . . we were going to find a bed, weren't we?" We stand there smiling at each other for a moment, then he leans forward and kisses me quickly - so quickly it's over and he's tugging me toward the patio door before I realize it. The house is deserted and dark. All the lights have been dimmed to give just enough light to see by, but no more. Shadows beyond doorways hide most of the house as we hurry down the hallway and up the stairs. Quatre's room isn't as large as I expected it to be, but still bigger than the living rooms of most places I've lived in. And much neater. Glancing around, I whistle softly as he closes and locks the door. "Ni~ice place, Q-man." I think he's blushing a little, but it's hard to tell with only the light from the large window. "Thanks." Off to my left, there's a loveseat that looks very comfy, with a small coffee table in front of it. The bed is to my right, nestled in the far right hand corner of the room, beside the window. Another blocky shape on the right hand wall is probably a dresser. There's a small mirror hanging above it. The carpet is deep and soft... and reminds me to take my boots off. Quatre leaves his shoes by the door and waits for me. This time, I take his hand and lead him over to the bed. When we reach it, he gives me a gentle push, so I tumble onto the bed first. He quickly follows, propping himself up on one elbow beside me. We stare into each other's eyes for a moment, and it's almost eerie how much I can see even in the dark. It feels like we say a lot to each other - things I couldn't explain, and wouldn't want to - without saying anything at all. I reach up and tangle my fingers in his silky blonde hair, and he smiles. Our lips meet then, and this kiss is even sweeter than the first. His tongue flicks gently against my lips and I part them so he can explore. I lose myself in the sensation of our tongues tangling together, darting and tugging against each other. "Mmm... ah... Quatre..." I sigh as we break apart reluctantly for air. He claims my mouth again for another deep kiss as his hand roves down my chest, brushing lightly over my nipple. I moan into his mouth, pushing up against him, and he plays with it a little, teasing it beneath the beneath the fabric of my shirt. His lips leave mine suddenly, and I whine a little, but he moves instead to my neck, nipping and suckling his way from my ear down to my collarbone. "Aaah!... nnn... yes..." Nothing ever felt this good, but then I've never made out with a good - possibly my best - friend before. I writhe beneath him, prompting him to throw one leg over mine, so that he's straddling me. His groin grazes across mine and he moans, deep in his throat. Moving my hips, I enjoy ever delicious shiver as we rub slowly against each other. "Mmm... Duo... ahh..." He rises onto his knees, tugging impatiently at my shirt. I sit up enough so that he can pull it off, then return the favour for him. Falling back onto the bed, we both sigh happily as bare skin touches. We quickly return to exploring each other with fingertips and lips. The world around us fades away as we lose ourselves in each other. All that exists is sensation, the fire of touch and the satisfaction of desire. And desire *is* satisfied, more than once over. We fall asleep afterwards, tangled together, sweaty, sticky and exhausted, but completely content.
"Oh, the door's still locked," he exclaims, looking a bit befuddled. "Qua~atre, don't answer it!" And to further discourage him, I sit up and kiss him. "Mmpphh... D.. mmm.. ah, alright, alright!" he says, pushing me away. He wiggles around until he can reach the intercom beside the bed, then pushes a button and says "Yes? what is it?" "Good morning, Master Quatre. So sorry to disturb you, but Mr. Maxwell's room was not used, sir, and we were concerned that he might have wandered off and become lost on the estate." I pull a face at the door, muttering, "I'm not that stupid." Quatre blushes, but not too badly. "Umm.. it's alright, Rasid. He's with me at the moment." I can almost hear whoever it is bowing to the door. "Very good, sir," comes the staticy reply. "Would you both like breakfast?" Grinning wickedly, I pounce on Quatre and nibble his ear. "You're breakfast enough for me," I whisper. "Duo!" he hisses, trying very hard to sound annoyed with me. It doesn't work cuz he's smiling too much. He pushes the button again. "Umm... uh, we'll get our own later, thank you." "As you wish." I can't hear the retreating footsteps in the hallway, because the house is too well insulated, but Quatre suddenly tackles me, so I know that Rasid is gone. "You. Are. Terrible!" he says with mock sternness. "Yah, but ya love me for it!" I reply with a cheeky grin. He goes all solemn suddenly, making me wonder if I've said something wrong. "Yes, I do," he says softly. "I think I do love you." And my oh-so-clever response? I blink at him.
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