Quatre Loves Duo

-----part 1-----

Duo tossed and turned, whimpering, in the clutches of some horrible nightmare. 
His hands clutched at the blankets, his brow glistened with perspiration.

Quatre walked into the room and closed the door behind him. He sat on the edge 
of the bed and shook Duo, gently.

Duo's eyes flew open and he sat up, pulling to the corner of the bed.

"H...Heero?" he asked. 

Quatre noticed the fear and anxiety in Duo's voice. He wondered if he was afraid 
of being without Heero or...

"No." Quatre replied. "It's me. Quatre."

Duo seemed to relax at this.

"Duo, what's wrong?" Quatre asked. 

Duo shook his head. "It's nothing." he replied. "I..."

"Duo, I love you." There, he'd said it.

Duo blinked in surprise. At last, the words he'd longed to hear since Sister 
Helen and Father Maxwell had been so brutally taken from him. They hadn't come 
from the place he'd hoped, but they'd been spoken. 
And by the sweetest person he'd ever met.

"I just wanted you to know how I feel." Quatre said, looking a little 
embarrassed.

"Show me." Duo whispered.

"What about Heero?" Quatre asked, even though he was taking Duo in his arms and 
kissing him, tenderly, upon the lips.

Duo returned the kiss, hungrily, as if his life depended upon it.

Quatre's stomach twisted as he realized how starved for affection the braided 
pilot was. He thought of Duo's relationship with Heero and the idea of such a 
heartless person touching Duo hurt him worse than the greatest torture the enemy 
could devise.

He caressed Duo, going over every inch of his body before reaching over to the 
dresser for lubricant. There was none.

"Duo... where's?"

"Don't have any." Duo replied. "Go ahead. I'm used to it."

"Duo, I'm not going to do anything without proper lubrication." Quatre was 
horrified at the idea that Duo would be 'used to' being taken unprepared like 
that. What the hell was Heero doing to him?! He wet his forefinger with saliva 
and carefully slid it into Duo. He could feel scar tissue along the silken walls 
of the other boy's inner passage and he withdrew his finger, quickly. "Duo... 
what happened?! Did Heero...?"

Duo turned away. "He apologized afterward." he said.

"I don't care if he bought you a Rolls-fucking-Royce." Quatre was furious at 
this point. "What the hell did that bastard do to you?! Did he rape you?!"

Duo shook his head. "No... " he replied. "I wanted to make love. Just not that 
violently."

"Duo, you're starving for affection. I could feel it when you returned my kiss. 
Heeero doesn't love you. You already know that. He's using you, damn it. He's 
using you to take his frustrations out on. Duo, you're a human being. Stop 
letting him use you like some kind of stress reliever. You're worth more than 
that." He took Duo into his arms and held him. "I love you, Duo. Forever and 
ever." He leaned over and kissed Duo. He could feel Duo responding, then 
something struck the back of his head and he was unconscious.

Quatre came to a few minutes later. As he was slowly regaining consciousness, he 
heard the bed creaking and the sounds of Duo panting out words of encouragement. 
There was pain in Duo's voice, but he was still encouraging Heero anyhow. Quatre 
was suddenly fully awake. He hated the pain in Duo's voice. Hated the scars he'd 
felt inside the braided boy. Hated Heero for causing them both.

"GET OFF OF HIM!"

Heero ignored Quatre and kept thrusting into Duo.

Duo felt a pang of humiliation in the idea that he was being fucked in front of 
another person. He tried to push Heero off, but Heero pinned him and continued, 
grunting about having to 'complete the mission', until he climaxed inside of Duo.

"I love you." Duo sobbed, though it was mostly automatic and the words no longer 
rang true.

Heero grunted irritably and pulled out of Duo. He stood up and retrieved his 
clothes, then left Duo's room.

Quatre followed him.

"What do you want?"

"He asked you to stop."

"I wasn't finished." Heero pointed out. 

"You raped him." Quatre sounded exasperated. "Don't you get it?! When you didn't 
stop when he asked you to, whether he was willing before or not, it became rape."

"I did *not* rape Duo." Heero denied, fiercely. "I didn't!" but he suddenly wasn't 
so sure. "I..." he closed his eyes and shook his head as he remembered Duo 
sobbing and pleading with him to stop. "Oh kami-sama..." he whispered in horror. 
"... what have I done?"

"Leave Duo alone." Quatre said. It wasn't suggestion. "Leave him alone before 
you kill him."

Heero nodded. He knew Quatre was right. He was becoming more and more violent 
and Duo's young body surely couldn't take too much more. But...

"I don't know if I can." He admitted. "In the past, every time I've been 
frustrated, or angry, or felt hurt, he's always been there."

"You've been using his body to relieve your frustration." Quatre pointed out. "It's 
not love you feel for him, it's addiction. And it's hurting Duo. Please stop it. 
I love him and I can't stand to see him being hurt or used like this."

Heero nodded, then yawned. "I'm going back to bed."

"Your own bed, Heero." Quatre said, sternly. "If I ever find you in Duo's bed 
again, I'll kill you."

-----part 2-----

Duo sobbed into his pillow. He hoped and prayed that Heero wasn't hurting Quatre 
because of him. There was a knock on his door.

"Can I come in?"

It was Quatre's voice. 

"Yes. Please."

Quatre walked in and Duo turned. His eyes were bloodshot from crying. "Duo..." 
he said, gently. "I talked to Heero. He'll never bother you again."

"He's ... breaking up with me?"

Quatre shook his head. "How can he be breaking up with you? You two never 
actually had a relationship. He was using you, Duo. Using you to relieve his 
tension and frustration. And you were so starved for affection that you just let 
him do it. You don't have to let him ever again." 

Duo sobbed and clung to Quatre while the blonde pilot stroked his hair and 
kissed his forehead. 

"It's okay, Duo." Quatre said. "I'm here for you."

The door swung open.

"I told you to stay away from him." Quatre told Heero.

"I just wanted to talk to him." Heero said, glumly. "Please?"

"So talk." Quatre said, not budging.

"Alone."

Quatre shook his head.

"It's okay, Quatre." Duo said. "Heero can't say it with an audience. That's all."

"That's not all." Quatre shook his head. "Please, Duo. Don't make me leave the 
room. Please don't." There are a pain in his Space Heart that he'd never felt 
before, but he was pretty damned sure of what it was, and he wanted to do all he 
could to prevent it. "Please?!"

Heero grabbed Quatre by the lapels of his vest and began pushing him toward the 
door.

Quatre dug in his heels in did his best to remain fixed in one spot. But Heero's 
strength won out and soon the blonde found himself in the hallway. He tried to 
get into Duo's room, but Heero had locked the door.

"Heero..." Duo sounded scared. "Please....? Please not again."

There was a long silence, then Heero spoke. "Duo, I'm sorry." he said. "I'm 
sorry for hurting you, for... for raping you... and..."

Duo looked into Heero's eyes. That look, the look Heero got when he was on a 
mission, it was there. He could feel his heartbeat and his breathing quickening.

"... for killing you." Heero finally said, shoving Duo onto the bed and 
strangling him.

Quatre heard him and began to ram himself into the door. It took five tries, but 
he finally got the door forced open. He jumped on Heero and tried to pull him 
off of Duo, crying out as he did so.

Wufei and Trowa rushed in and joined him. Between Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei, they 
finally got Heero away from Duo.

"Duo?!" Quatre asked, turning his attention to the braided pilot he loved with 
all of his heart.

Duo wasn't breathing.

-----part 3-----

"Duo!" Quatre cried out. "Allah, don't let this be happening! Please! Not Duo! 
Please not Duo!"

Trowa pushed him aside, hurriedly, and began performing rescue breathing on Duo 
until the braided boy began to cough and splutter. He looked up at Quatre. "You 
okay?" he asked.

Quatre nodded, but winced. "I think I twisted my ankle when you pushed me."

"What's your fault." Trowa replied.

"My fault? Quatre asked.

"Yeah. If you put your ankle somewhere other than the end of your leg, that 
wouldn't have happened." Trowa grinned.

Quatre blinked. "You're rather cheerful." he told Trowa.

"Just glad Duo's alive." Trowa shrugged.

Quatre smiled. "I am, too."

Duo sat up and went over to them. "Would you guys excuse me and Quatre for a 
moment?" he blushed. "I just wanted to thank him for saving my life."

Quatre raised an eyebrow. "Duo..." he said, knowing what that blush meant.. "You 
don't have to."

"I didn't say *I have to*." Duo replied. "I said *I want to*."

-----part 4-----

Duo waited until he was sure the others were long gone, then kissed Quatre, 
affectionately. He could feel the other boy returning the kiss with deep love 
and desire. It was something he'd never felt in all the times he'd kissed Heero. 
Those lips had been cold, unfeeling... unloving. But he'd kissed them anyhow. He'd 
given love and had been given pain in return. Even so, he didn't hate Heero. A 
part of him still loved him, in fact, despite all the hurt that the Perfect 
Soldier had caused him. He supposed that part would always love Heero. It felt 
pity for the other boy instead of anger. He didn't blame Heero for that rage or 
bitterness. He blamed the doctors who had raised Heero and had trained him to be 
cold and uncaring.

He pulled back from the kiss and Quatre looked into his eyes. He could see the 
uncertainty there. It wasn't an unpleasant uncertainty, an 'oh God... is he 
going to kill me?' uncertainty. It was more of an 'is this huge chocolate sundae 
really just for me? Is it really all mine' type. And it made Quatre smile to see 
it in Duo's eyes. Then the two boys kissed again, undressing each other, their 
lips never parting the whole time, until they both stood there nude, their 
bodies held tight, their erections pressed into each other's belly. They kissed 
each other, affectionately, their tongues clashing as they fell upon the bed, 
side by side, their bodies close, their legs entwined. Then Duo was kissing his 
way down the center of Quatre's chest, tracing a line from his throat to his 
abdomen. Kissing and licking seductively until he reached Quatre's groin, then 
he was licking and sucking Quatre's manhood. Quatre held Duo close and moaned 
with ecstasy as the braided pilot brought him closer and closer to orgasm.

Duo stopped and looked up at Quatre, his mouth still clasping the tip of the 
Arabian pilot's erection, as if to ask if Quatre wanted Duo to bring him off in 
this manner, or let Quatre fuck him.

Quatre shook his head. "We don't have any lube, and if I penetrate you now it'll 
hurt. So you'd better just bring me off with your mouth for now."

Duo felt a sense of gratitude. What a considerate lover Quatre was. Nothing at 
all like Heero. At first with Heero, the physical pleasure had been enough to 
counter the pain. But Heero had become more and more violent as the war produced 
greater and greater strain upon the Perfect Soldier's psyche. The attempt on Duo's 
life had proven, beyond all doubt, that Heero had become addicted to using him. 
He'd tried to break him, the way a child might break a toy when he learns its 
about to be taken away. In the end, Quatre's confession of love had probably 
saved Duo's life. The last time Heero had touched him had been horrifically 
painful and Duo knew that if Heero fucked him one more time, Duo would not have 
woken up the next morning. Heero would have...

His train of thought was cut off by the sweet taste of Quatre's seed as it 
pumped steadily into his mouth. He swallowed without being asked, enjoying its 
taste which was sweet and clean, not bitter like Heero's. 

Quatre was in pure heaven. //Of course I am...// he reasoned. //There's an angel 
in bed with me. Where else would I be?//

"Oh, Duo...." he moaned. "Duo, I love you."

Duo finally pulled back, his lips leaving Quatre's presently sated manhood, and 
sighed. "I love you, too." he replied, kissing his way back up Quatre's still 
trembling body, until their lips met and their tongues clashed. 

Then, Quatre was kissing his way down Duo's body, determined to return the 
affection that Duo had shown him.

-----part 5-----

Duo whimpered, softly, as Quatre kissed his way down his body. For a moment, 
Quatre thought of stopping, taking Duo in his arms and lavishing affection upon 
him. But then he realized he was already lavishing affection on the braided 
beauty and he continued to trace a line of kisses down Duo's trembling body, 
whispering tender reassurances as he neared Duo's erection. He kissed the tip, 
shyly at first, this being the first time he'd ever done sucked a cock... he 
winced at this. No... that sounded too crude. Like something someone as 
heartless as Heero might do to Duo. This was affectionate, loving. He thought 
about the proper term, fellatio, but that sounded like a musical term... //soprano, 
alto, fellatio....// he thought, suppressing a giggle... so that was out. He 
thought about it a little more, then decided that it didn't matter what it was 
called. All that mattered was that it made Duo feel as wonderful as Duo had made 
him feel. A few more tentative kisses, then he was taking Duo into his mouth. 
Just the tip at first, gagging reflexively. Then, slowly letting his mouth 
adjust to the warm, hardening shaft that was filling it and pressing against his 
pallet.

Duo let out a long, low moan and began to pump his hips, needful, against Quatre's 
face, enjoying the feel of his now-fully-erect manhood as it slid back and forth 
between Quatre's lips. He could feel Quatre sucking, his tongue stroking the 
underside of Duo's erection each time he pulled his head back along the length 
of Duo's second greatest physical asset, to Quatre that exquisite braid would 
always be the first, and Duo moaned. Moaned, trembled, then came. He came hard, 
flooding Quatre's mouth, throwing back his head and crying out as he convulsed 
and came, thrusting and bucking like a landed marlin, until the orgasm and the 
aftershocks subsided. Then he lay there, overwhelmed, and burst into tears. 

-----TBC-----