Pairing: 1x2 implied, 3+4 implied
Rating: R for language,implied sexual situations
Warning: shounen-ai, lime?, PWP, silliness
Note: The authoress has read one too many "Duo gets manhandled/abused/kicked around/etc by Heero *the bastard!* Yuy" fics and goes nuts. Below is the unfortunate result.
Archive: Well, here at Lipstick Cherry Red, of course ;)
Feedback is encouraged, no, um, I love getting it, shows me people read what I do for fun!
Disclaimers: Gundam Wing and it's beloved pilots belong to someone else... My fanfiction is written for entertainment purposes only and is non-profit.
Quatre stared at his friend while Trowa emptied a large amount of brown, sugary cereal into the bowl. Aquamarine eyes widened in surprise as the silent pilot poured milk onto the mound of chocolate-flavored cereal in Trowa's bowl. One green eye peeked at Quatre from underneath a messy, long bang and Trowa smirked slightly. He knew his tastes in food were odd, but he'd be damned if he shared the lumpy, lukewarm oatmeal that Quatre so enjoyed. He decided to tease the boy sitting across the table from him. If only so he could make Quatre blush. Pleased to see the milk in his bowl already turning brown from the cereal, Trowa placed the container of milk down and looked the staring blond in the eyes.
"Could you pass the sugar, please?"
For a moment, Quatre just gaped at the taller pilot. He must have been kidding, wanting to add sweetener to the sugary cereal. Then he noticed Trowa smiling and realized he was being teased. "Oh, certainly, Trowa, here" he answered, handing the sugar bowl to him. As he passed the bowl across the table, Trowa's fingers brushed gently against Quatre's. A soft blush rose to the blonde's face, and this pleased Trowa immensely.
"Thank you, Quatre" Trowa smiled and the two remained quiet for a moment, with Quatre spooning his oatmeal around the bowl he had, and Trowa adding a scoop of sugar to his cereal, then digging into the sweet breakfast. The quiet of the kitchen was disrupted by the sound of feet thundering down the back steps into the kitchen.
"Good morning Duo!" Quatre spoke just as Duo barged into the small kitchen area, hair neatly braided, violet eyes bright and cheerful. Duo promptly went over to the small blonde boy and kissed him lightly on the cheek. This caused Quatre to squeak in surprise, and Trowa jumped. Duo laughed, then patted Trowa on the shoulder.
"G'morning, guys!" Duo practically sang, energy coursing through his body.
"Well, someone's in a good mood this morning" Trowa remarked, looking at Duo's arms briefly, then staring at his neck before returning Duo's smile.
"Sure am!" Duo chirped, having noticed Trowa's watchful gaze, but choosing to ignore it. He only hoped he didn't offend Trowa when he kissed Quatre, but he liked getting on the blonde's nerves as much as Trowa did. In Duo's perspective, Quatre was way too serious most of the time, so he enjoyed teasing him. Being the sweet person he was, Quatre wasn't likely to retaliate as badly as his other teammates. Reaching up to grab a cup from the cabinet, his t-shirt rose up high, exposing most of his back to the others. Trowa concealed a gasp of concern as he noticed the series of bruises and scratch marks along Duo's back. The marks seemed as fresh as the purple marks along his neck. Quatre wasn't so controlled in his observation. Quatre made a small surprised cry before clamping his delicate hand over his mouth in dismay.
"Duo! What happened to you?" Quatre's concerned voice peeped up. Duo seemed to ignore him for a moment while he poured himself a cup of fresh coffee. The Deathscythe pilot trained his features to look as oblivious as possible before answering. Trowa watched quietly as Duo sat himself between the two of them before continuing.
"What? Nothing's wrong!" Duo's voice was cheerful, but that didn't mollify Quatre's concern for him. Quatre's eyes widened at Duo's outrageous denial of his physical condition. To him, it was obvious the boy had been beaten brutally from all the markings on him. Quatre's sweet face turned to a frown as he considered how Duo could have gotten those marks. Both pilots watched Duo put an obscene amount of sugar into the cup of dark coffee, then poured in a similar amount of milk. ŒSo, he likes his coffee light and sweet, unlike his lover,' Trowa thought, then squashed the strange joke out of his mind. From the looks of it, Quatre wasn't happy with Duo's reply. Peering out from under his large bang, Trowa's green eye observed the scene quietly.
"It's Heero, isn't it?" Quatre raised his voice slightly. "He's finally trying to follow through with one of his death threats and hurt you, didn't he?"
"No, Quatre! It's not like that at all!" Duo raised his hands, trying to placate Quatre. Quatre, however, wasn't interested in hearing Duo's defense of Heero.
"I'm getting the first aid kit" the young blond pilot decided, slamming his hands down upon the kitchen table to emphasize his point. He left the others at the kitchen table to scrounge around the cabinets in search of a first aid kit.
"Really, Quatre, this isn't necessary..." Duo tried to speak again, but he was rudely interrupted by Quatre as he dumped the first aid kit on the table in front of him. The blond then turned away again to get a warm, wet cloth to help wash the injuries.
"Not a word, Duo. The next time I see Heero, I'm giving him a piece of my mind" and this caused the ever-so-quiet Trowa to chuckle softly. The image of a ranting Quatre yelling at quiet, dangerous Heero was simply too much. Both Quatre and Duo glared at him. Unaffected by their angry looks, he simply shrugged and watched as Quatre sat down next to Duo. Duo flinched, gasped at the feel of a wet cloth as it was applied to a large bite mark on his neck. Frowning cutely, Duo gently pushed Quatre's hands away from him, then stood.
"Quatre, knock it off. I'm okay!" Duo snapped. At the sight of Quatre pouting, his peeved face softened. Trowa smiled, realizing he wasn't the only one to succumb to Quatre's pleading, puppy-dog eyes.
"But you're hurt..." Quatre's voice radiated concern. Duo snorted in something akin to impatience, or disgust, Trowa couldn't discern that look on Shinigami's face. Then Duo took the first aid kit away from Quatre and put it away neatly. Quatre pouted in dismay as Duo returned to his abandoned chair to drink his coffee. Trowa resumed eating his sugary cereal, all the while watching the other two pilots. "Why do you let Heero hurt you, Duo?" The blonde's voice was bordering on whiny, and Trowa flinched in sympathy for Duo. Duo first looked flustered, then his cheeks grew pink. Trowa munched his cereal, his eyebrow raised at the strange change in Duo's attitude.
"Well, I ..." Duo stammered, not quite blushing fully, but Trowa and Quatre could see he was embarrassed by something. Something to do with Heero. Quatre waited patiently for Duo to continue speaking. "I asked him to." Duo muttered quickly, then took a long drink of his coffee while he waited for Quatre to ponder what he had just said. Duo cursed the fact that he could never lie to his friends. The braided pilot quickly looked to Trowa, only to find him more interested in his chocolate cereal at the moment.
"WHAT?" Quatre's voice went up a full octave, and his aquamarine eyes blazed with outrage. "You---you asked your lover to beat you?"
"No! No, Quatre, it isn't like that!" Duo raised his hands to try and calm the boy down, but Quatre was so upset by now, he was indignant.
"Well, why don't you tell me what's going on, then!" Quatre yelled at him, and for an instant, Trowa considered pulling him away from Duo before Quatre beat up the braided pilot himself.
"Uh," Duo suddenly found his coffee cup very interesting and refused to tear his gaze from the drink. "Well, you know, sometimes I get tired of the same ole' stuff, ya know?" If he wasn't blushing before, he certainly was now, his entire face was bright red, right to the ears. Trowa wasn't completely certain he wanted to hear the rest of Duo's explanation, but he'd be damned before he let his breakfast go to waste. Quatre's face showed his shock, his pale skin getting even whiter.
"Duo?" Quatre squeaked, "just what do you mean by that?" The other pilot chuckled nervously.
"Yeah, well...last night, I kinda asked Heero to get a little rough with me." Duo waved the hand that wasn't gripping his coffee cup in the air vaguely before putting it on the table. Trowa promptly choked in surprise on a bit of cereal and coughed until he cleared his throat, distracting the two pilots for a moment.
"You mean-" Trowa stared.
"Uh huh. Nearly punched the headboard through the wall." The grin on Duo's face told both pilots he was not against doing the same again soon. Trowa laughed a little, stifling his humor when Quatre glared at him. "So, Shinigami likes rough sex." Trowa stated, ignoring Quatre. While a part of him told him that what Duo and Heero did shouldn't concern him, he found himself quite curious, even amused, by their antics.
"Yeah." Duo smiled brightly, his embarrassment forgotten now that he had very little to hide from them. Now it was Quatre who was blushing furiously.
"I think ..." Quatre stood up, letting his chair scrape against the floor in his haste. "I think I need to lie down for a while" he walked towards the door, but before he could open it, Heero walked in. Both Duo and Trowa brightened when Heero walked quietly past the flustered blonde.
"Hi, Heero!" Trowa waved, his demeanor more cheerful than Heero had ever seen him. ŒHell, these guys are sometimes more fun than the carnie folk!' Trowa thought before drinking his own black coffee.
"Good morning" he greeted his fellow pilots, wondering why Quatre couldn't look at him.
"I'll be in my room" Quatre slipped past Heero and walked out of the room. Heero spared him a brief glance before setting himself a place next to Duo. Smiling at his lover, Heero kissed Duo on the cheek, making the other pilot squirm happily for a second before turning to get his own breakfast. Duo realized he suddenly had a craving for chocolate, eying Trowa's box.
"Pass the cereal, Trowa?"
~end