Warning: 1x2, again. Talk of 2x5/5x2 and 5x13/13x5. A single review can
give me the inspiration and inclination to write more. I'm not only a
review whore; I'm an easy one, too. No Relena-bashing (sadly enough, I
do believe that that needs a warning). PWP, with only enough plot to get
them to the lemony goodness. We also have mild Treize-bashing, since I've
already started to write him as a groper.
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to each one individually, but some days, my computer can't seem to manage
that and neither can my procrastinating slacker self.
Disclaimer: I don't own it, them, or me, so there.
Summary: After a bad day and a -wonderful- night, Duo wakes up with a
knee in his back and a head in his lap
both belonging to two different
people. How the hell did that happen?
at Pub in a Tub
+ Part 2
Waking up is never fun after a horrible day and is sometimes even worse
after a great round of sex. For Duo Maxwell, waking up on the Friday after
his first ever 'one-night stand' was like waking up in the middle of the
highway wearing a construction cone: exciting in the 'up heave the contents
of your stomach and scream' kind of fashion.
He was in bed, that much he knew, but there was something very wrong with
that fact, because he wasn't in bed alone. Hell, he wasn't in bed with
just one other person, either. At least, he didn't think he was. He was
pretty sure that if someone's knee was in his back and someone's head
was resting on his thigh, then there were two people under the covers
Of course, he wasn't about to complain. Someone was breathing heavily
on his groin in their sleep, making his penis erect before he was even
fully awake, and the warm body pressed against his back was nice, almost
soothing in its presence. Then again, the hand creeping towards his hip
was almost too smooth in its movements.
"Treize, you will remove your hand from the vicinity of my nether
regions or suffer the consequences. I do believe that I promised to castrate
you. I'm willing to take that back if you -get out-!" The last became
a yell as the hand didn't only -not- stop, but continued until it was
touching his hip near his arousal.
" came the near-whine response. Duo took a guess
and raised his leg sharply. The hands topped and Treize grunted in pain
as the back of his head met with Duo's knee. "Fine, fine spoilsport.
I can tell already that you've been spending too much time with Wufei."
The older man sat up and smoothed his hair. Duo was happy to see that
he was still dressed, with just the top buttons of his shirt undone. The
longhaired man glared at him, raising one eyebrow. "Have you ever
thought that maybe your bed-hopping is the reason that Wufei wants nothing
to do with you?"
The ginger-haired man stiffened, and then glared at Duo with a regal air.
"Have you ever thought that your bitchy attitude is what turned Wufei
away from -you-."
"Listen here you-" Duo started, pushing himself up. An arm around
his waist cut him short and pulled him back to the mattress.
"I hate to interrupt what seems to be a private argument between
you," a soft voice whispered into Duo's ear, "but I'd rather
keep you where you are." The arm around his waist tightened and drew
him back against Heero's lanky form. The braided man smirked at Treize
and settled back happily.
Treize stood up gracefully and nodded at the two men in bed. "Since
you're going to be occupied otherwise, I do believe that I'll attend to
my duties." He gave them a low bow and left the room. A minute later,
the door to the apartment opened and closed.
Duo smiled and wiggled backwards, pressing his butt against Heero's groin
and arousal. "Good morning."
good morning to you, too," the other man replied,
pressing his lips against Duo's neck as his hand moved from Duo's hip
to dip between his lips. Duo groaned and pressed he into that warm palm,
eyes closing as Heero's hand closed over his arousal and squeezed it gently.
A warm tongue lapped at his skin, making him shiver even as Heero began
to stroke his length. Heero's other arm wormed its way around the side
of Duo that was resting against the bed and snaked across his chest. Warm
fingers brushed against his nipples, making him gasp. The hand around
his erection sped up, making him pant and groan as he was quickly brought
His semen shot out into the blankets, his vocal release a grunt and gasp
that escaped from his throat. The cock against his lower back rubbed against
the top of the crack of his ass. Heero shifted lower, so that his penis
was pressing into the cleft of Duo's behind, his hand moving from cock
to thigh in order to press more firmly against Duo's body.
Duo smiled and reached an arm behind him to grip Heero's hip. "Your
"No," Heero murmured in a quiet tone, his open mouth moving
down Heero's shoulder to kiss and lick the edge of his shoulder. "I
don't have anything up here."
"I do," replied Duo with a soft chuckle. "My bathroom is
stocked for just such an occasion."
He felt Heero smile against his skin, his fingers moving in small circles
around the inside of Duo's thigh. "Then let's move this to the bathroom."
Duo was only too happy to comply.
Water is an aphrodisiac. The silken movement of a water droplet as it
trails down a lover's body is an arousing view, one that can be heightened
by anticipation and one climax already reached.
When they stepped into the shower together, Heero turned to face into
the spray, leaving Duo to stare at his back in a moment of uncertainty,
the bottle of lube forgotten in his hand. Moments of such stillness were
few and far between, but they did manage to catch up with the violet-eyed
exec, forcing him into a few seconds of inactivity before the site of
a wet Heero overwhelmed that initial inclination.
Duo's tongue began the assault with a gentle laving of Heero's right side.
He felt the muscles bunch beneath his tongue and decided to explore further,
his hands coming up to rest on the other man's shoulder blades. He trailed
a most circle on Heero's skin before pressing his lips against the spot
Heero giggled. The sound surprised Duo into stilling for a second before
he increased the suction pressure. His slender fingers trailed down Heero's
back, his nails scratching lightly against the other's bronze-color skin,
eliciting a quiver.
The fingers of his left hand stopped at the gentle rise of Heero's butt,
the right stopping to rest by Duo's face as he continued to focus his
attention on making his mark on the other man's body.
Under the spray of water, Heero tasted like salty water. Most of what
Duo could imagine as his own taste was washed away under the pressure
of the shower. He withdrew his mouth and skimmed his right hand the rest
of the way to Heero's hip, then walked his fingers down the crevice of
thigh and hip, until his fingers slid into the soft hair that surrounded
He knelt behind the other man, but before he could bring his left arm
around to wrap Heero in his embrace, the other turned around, presenting
Duo with a very close and personal view of his arousal. Their eyes met,
cobalt meeting Prussian in a quick, silent conversation that expressed
better than words ever could their lust for each other.
Duo smiled up, his cheeks flushed. Water still dripped over Heero's shoulders,
but his back and shoulders stopped the force of the spray. His face, too,
was ruddy from passion. His eyes stared intently at Duo's face as the
braided man leaned forward and wrapped his mouth around the tip, his tongue
gliding gently around the foreskin.
Heero closed his eyes and pressed a hand against the wall to steady himself,
his breath rushing out between clenched teeth. Duo's hand encircled the
engorged cock at the base, the warm muscle slick beneath in his grip.
Taking a deep breath, Duo opened his jaw as wide as possible and drew
in as much of Heero's erection as he could, which was a sizable half.
He stopped when the tip hit the back of his throat.
His cheeks drew in as he sucked and he increased the pressure of his lips.
Heero's hands clenched in his hair, twisted into the sodden mass of his
braid. His breathing was coming out in sharp pants, his narrow hips twitching
and bucking in a mockery of rhythm, making Duo's head bob with the motion.
The long-haired man was trapped, his head held in place by Heero's penis
and grip, the muscles around his mouth stretching to accommodate the girth
of the former and his scalp starting to smart from the pull of the latter.
With a need to breath and swallow freely, Duo pushed on Heero's hip, forcing
the other man to take a step back. Heero grunted, but followed the action,
his eyes slitting open as he gazed down at Duo.
Duo gave a small smile, which turned into a grimace as his lips stretched
again. He pumped the erection he still held in his hand to show that he
wasn't stopping and licked his lips. Heero's seed tasted salty and bitter.
Not the best of mixtures, but he thought that it tasted like Heero, and
that made it not only bearable, but also enjoyable.
The smile was returned with a small one from Heero, and then they were
kneeling together on the floor of the shower, the water now falling on
the both of them as they kissed feverishly, their hands roaming the other's
body, touching, caressing, nails occasionally digging teasingly into flesh
before fingertips would smooth the area again.
They were nearly silent as they came together that time, Heero rediscovering
the lube mere seconds before he rediscovered the puckered entrance to
Duo's ass and invaded it. The water slicked their skin, allowing them
to rub against each other with little friction. Duo's erection was trapped
between them, caressed by both their stomachs as they rode ecstasy together.
There were many, may terms for the boneless feeling that follows a good
bout of sex, but Duo was too tired and drained to waste the energy to
come up with them all as he laid in Heero's arms. The water was off, but
they hadn't moved further than the bathtub. They were lying in the cold
porcelain bowl, their arms wrapped around each other, their bodies lax
against each other. Duo was sated and happy. Heero was asleep.
He had turned the shower off with his foot when it became apparent that
they wouldn't be moving anytime in the near future. A sigh escaped his
lips as he closed his eyes. Despite the fact that his lover was once again
unconscious, he was feeling rather good. He had expected Heero to be gone
in the morning and it was nice surprise to wake up next to him in the
morning. Even if Treize had had to ruin the moment by being there, too.
One hand came up and made a lazy trail down Heero's back. Being so close
together was bringing Duo's penis back to an erection, but since he was
trapped under Heero's body, he figured that he was just going to have
to suffer. Oh, what wonderful suffering it was, though. Heero's cock was
still buried inside of him, his right hand still caught in Duo's braid.
His breathing was even, his breath wafting across Duo's neck.
All in all, the morning had turned out rather well, Duo thought as he
slowly drifted into sleep himself.
It was eleven o'clock before Duo roused again, stark naked on top of his
bed. His room was shadow, the curtains drawn, the door closed and the
lights off. The other half of the bed was empty.
He sighed at his own foolishness in believing that his one-night stand
would have extended beyond the night before and that morning and rolled
out of bed. Not surprisingly, the rest of the apartment was empty. He
was in the middle of pouring milk over his cereal when he heard the door
to his apartment open. Since the locks were controlled by an automatic
mechanism, he ignored it, knowing that it had to be someone with a key.
His assumption proved correct when strong arms wrapped around his waist
and a polyester-covered groin was pressed to his butt cheeks. "Back
off, old man."
"You're no fun, Maxwell." Treize nuzzled the skin behind Duo's
ear before doing as requested. Duo glared at him as he started to eat
his breakfast. "So, how did it go?"
The interest in his gaze was unmistakable. Duo sighed, recognizing the
inevitable. "Well enough. A repeat performance this morning after
you left. He fell asleep. -Again-."
"Hm." Treize said non-committally, leaning back against the
counter in a causal gesture. As always, he was dressed to kill, wearing
black dress pants and a jacket that could have served some European officer
of the eighteenth century armed forces. Classy, but overdone. "Maybe
he has some sort of disease. I knew a girl once who fell asleep every
time she laughed."
"I'm sure that you were very helpful in telling her jokes."
Duo said sarcastically, though the thought did seem somewhat logical.
It didn't matter if it was true, or not. He'd more than likely never see
Heero again and if he did, the chances of them having sex again were slim.
He smiled wistfully around a mouthful of sugar-coated bran flakes. With
a lover like Heero, the sleeping could be overlooked in favor of all the
wonderful things he managed while awake.
"There's something more, isn't there?" Treize asked wisely.
Violet eyes looked at him sharply before Duo nodded. "You're comparing
him to Wufei, aren't you?"
"As a lover? No. Hell, 'Fei and I only slept together three times
and I was drunk during two of those times. Not exactly the most memorable
of relationships, if you know what I mean."
"If you hadn't made him wait three years before sleeping with him,
things might have turned out better," Treize pointed out. Duo rolled
"The only reason I slept with him was to shut him up. Our relationship
was doomed from the beginning. I'm actually surprised that we lasted three
years, between me nagging him to death and him constantly bemoaning the
fact that I wouldn't put out."
"I, for one, am glad that things didn't work between you. That left
the field open for me."
Duo looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "The field is open for you,
but you won't get a chance at the goal until you stop slapping everyone
else's butt. Pardon the analogy." Treize laughed, the deep-timbered
sound echoing around the small apartment.
"You're pardoned. That's horrible, Maxwell. I do hope that you come
up with something better when you talk to Wufei."
"When I talk to him about what?" asked Duo suspiciously.
Treize smiled charmingly, standing to his full height. "When you
convince him to give me a chance. You're going to tell him how serious
I am about being with him and how faithful I would be in a monogamous
There was silence for a moment as Duo thought that through and regarded
the older man. Finally, he set his bowl on the counter and looked at Treize.
"Have I ever told you that I -don't- lie?"
Duo stared. Wufei glared. From twenty feet away, Treize leered.
Back at Pub in a Tub a mere sixteen hours or so after having left, Duo
was enjoying his Saturday afternoon much the same way he had enjoyed his
Friday evening; which is to say that he was miserable and beginning to
hate the world again.
"Maxwell, if you mention his name again, I will be more than happy
to shove my tea cup down your throat and watch as you choke on the leaves
and porcelain," Wufei said threateningly, his dark eyes daring Duo
to 'make his day'. "I have more important things to do with my afternoon
than listen to you ramble on about the virtues of a man that has no redeeming
"Fine," Duo hissed out angrily, leaning across the table. "Then
let's try this. If you don't give him even one chance, he's threatened
to kick me out of the building -and- he says that he'll make sure that
other landlords around the city blacklist me. If nothing else, at least
think of me!"
"Maxwell, I don't care. I'm sorry, but it's true. If you had kept
your mouth shut when you first moved in, he would never have known that
you knew me, and you wouldn't have to worry about trying to play matchmaker
between me and the lecher."
"Gah, 'Fei." Duo groaned as his head hit the table. "I
don't want to have to move in with Hilde. Can you imagine? Having to survive
the two room prison that she shares with Sally? Bras everywhere, men coming
over to be with -them-. It's my hell brought to life."
"It wouldn't be that bad, Maxwell."
"Not that bad!" Duo roared as his head came up, eyes blazing.
"I spent the night there two weeks ago and ended up staying awake
until three in the morning while the hotties next door went at it like
wild animals. It was horrible. I don't think I've ever heard two guys
that go at it the way they do."
"How many times did you come just listening to them?" Wufei
asked with mild curiosity. Duo rolled his eyes and slumped back against
the vinyl seat of the booth. For mid-day, the pub was mostly empty, the
only occupants being Tayles behind the counter, he and Wufei, Treize hiding
in another booth, and a man that Duo had only caught sight of out of the
corner of his eye.
After a moment, Duo admitted grudgingly, "Three. I even asked them
if I could join, and they told me that they're 'satisfied' with each other
in their relationships and that they 'see no reason to include outsiders.
No offense,' end quote. If I didn't like the little blonde so much, I
probably would have been offended. They're cute together, though."
"What you need, Duo, is to find someone that doesn't mind your constant
chatter, your tireless libido, your screwy landlord, your handsome ex-boyfriend,
and your psychotic cousin."
"And someone who falls asleep after sex," Duo added quietly.
He took a sip of his gin and tonic and slumped even further into his seat.
Wufei didn't say anything, but Duo knew that he had heard him. Their eyes
met and Duo looked away. "I met someone, but all I have is a name,
a car, and that he knows the future Mayor Peacecraft."
"Weak woman. She'll ruin our city," Wufei said snidely. He quickly
reverted to silence. "Do you have any idea where this man could be
Duo thought about it for a moment and nodded. "He should be at a
luncheon with the weak woman and some other people. I was even invited."
"If you have an invitation, then you're not crashing the party,"
Wufei pointed out, a sly smile on his face. He was looking at Duo with
a gleam in his eyes that reminded the braided man of his landlord.
Suddenly, the idea of setting the two up together had dangerous connotations
It was almost too easy. The luncheon was being held on the lawn of a rather
fancy resort. Duo had approached the guard at the gate with a casual gait
and a racing heart, and had given his name with more than a little trepidation.
The guard had checked his list, nodded, and let Duo through without any
Something that simple could only be followed by extreme awkwardness and
embarrassment, of course. The other guests had already been served and
his entrance had brought all eyes around to him. He had stood frozen at
the end of the long table, his mouth open but no sound coming out. His
eyes had quickly scanned the table and found Relena, but no Heero.
"Mr. Maxwell." Relena rose to greet him, and half of the guests
rose as well. "It's a pleasure. I'm sorry that we didn't wait the
meal for you. I wasn't certain that you would be attending." She
smiled, the look not quite reaching her eyes.
" He stiffened as a hand was placed on
his shoulder. He expected to see a guard there, ready to drag him away,
but when he turned his head it was only Heero that looked at him.
"Actually, Relena, we were running so late we almost didn't attend
at all," Heero lied glibly. He propelled Duo to two vacant chairs
halfway down the table and waited until Relena was seated before pushing
Duo into the chair on the left.
Duo smiled uneasily at the woman next to him and the man across from them,
his cheeks feeling warm from embarrassment. A hand gripped his and he
looked at Heero, feeling confused and out of place. The other man smiled
at him, squeezed his hand, and then proceeded to ignore Duo almost completely
as they were served.
The event wasn't over after the meal, either. After the table had been
cleared, the guests moved on to an afternoon of gossiping, talking, chatting,
laughing, and playing mind games with those they believed to be inferior.
Duo was asked twenty-six times what he did for a living, twelve times
how he and Heero had met, and only twice what his name was. Sometime during
the first hour of 'twenty questions' Heero and Relena had both disappeared.
"What did you say you did for a living?" Duo gritted his teeth
as yet another guests asked, this time a woman in her late twenties. Her
eyebrows were forked and everything in her manner said that she thought
that he was beneath her but she was asking anyway.
He smiled at her, his eyes narrowing. "I sit in a tiny corner office
and suck up to my unintelligent and rather naïve boss. Then, when
his back is turned, I go through all of his work and correct it so that
I don't get in trouble for not noticing things. After that, I spend the
other half of my day on the phone with busy, 'important' people like you
trying to explain that my boss is an idiot and that I work with morons
without ever giving 'the customer' the feeling that they're dealing with
"Really?" She said smoothly, her own eyes narrowing. "Does
it pay well?"
He opened his mouth to answer her and then snapped his jaw shut again.
After a moment, he laughed and she laughed with him. "No. It's a
horrible job that pays about half of what it should for the stuff I put
"You poor thing. All of that, and you still have to go home to Heero.
You are living together, right?" It was a smooth question, but Duo
"No, we don't live together. Although, I don't think that going home
to Heero would be all that bad."
"You don't know the half of it, babe." The woman said, leaning
closer. "The word on Heero is that he picks up a new toy every other
week and drops them just as suddenly."
"Really?" Duo said, copying her tone from earlier. Her eye twitched.
"That's funny. Did you know that he picked me up just last night
and has already screwed me senseless twice?" He heard a gasp behind
him and stiffened as he recognized the pink of Relena's suit out of the
corner of his eye. The woman smiled at him cruelly, as if he'd just walked
into her trap.
He turned to face Relena and licked his lips. Heero was standing right
behind her, his blue eyes emotionless as they rested on Duo.
"I didn't mean that quite the way it sounded," Duo said quietly.
The woman in pink looked about ready to pass out from shock, her eyes
wide and a hand to her chest. "Sorry, Miss Peacecraft. I probably
shouldn't have come today."
That seemed to draw her back to herself. "No. I'm glad you did. It
truly has been a pleasure meeting you, Duo." She held out her hand
and he took it; instead of shaking it, he kissed the back of her hand
and smiled gratefully.
"I haven't had much of a chance to talk to you really, but I think
you're pretty okay for a politician."
She laughed slightly. "I think that's one of the most underhanded
compliments I've gotten in a while."
Duo released her hand. "I'll be going now." He was surprised
to see Heero step forward. It took him a second to realize that the other
man was still playing their little charade. He bid his leave of the other
woman and walked out with Heero's hand on his elbow.
He was starting to dread the rest of the afternoon.
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