Miscellaneous Pairings drabbles
Keeping Warm
Rating: PG
Pairing: 1x2
Summary: it's cold and Duo and Heero try to keep warm.
Written for merith
"You look like you were swallowed by a sweater," Heero said as he walked into the living room with two cups of hot chocolate in his hands.
The sweater had to be at least two sizes bigger than what Duo needed, covering his knees and his hands.
"Cold," Duo said simply, not moving from his cuddled position on the couch.
Heero handed him a mug and Duo took it with both hands.
"Move over." Heero sat beside Duo, pulling him closer, one hand around Duo's waist, the other holding the mug. He rested his chin on Duo's shoulder and sipped his chocolate slowly.
"I bet we look like a Christmas postcard." Duo laughed.
"There's no tree," Heero pointed out.
"You know what I mean."
Heero could imagine Duo rolling his eyes. "Yes, I do," he said. He always knew.
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Scream
Rating: NC17
Pairing: 4x2
Warnings: Lemon, language.
Summary: Duo likes to hear Quatre scream.
Written for windsorblue
Duo kept his eyes on the mirror. He was kneeling on all fours on the floor, naked, his braid disheveled and his skin flushed. Behind him Quatre knelt, wearing nothing but a loose deep blue tie, hands grabbing Duo's hips. Quatre's eyes were half closed and every time Duo swung his hips Quatre's lips would part, letting out a strangled breath.
The mirror had been a genius idea. It allowed Duo to keep his eyes on Quatre, see the desire in Quatre's face. Now and then, when their eyes met, Quatre would mouth dirty words, words he never said out loud and that Duo desperately wanted to hear coming out of Quatre's mouth.
Duo would give them voice. One curse after another every time a wave of pleasure hit him, and with Quatre there were a lot of those. Hell, damn, bitch, shit, fuck, yeah! Over and over. And Quatre would mouth the words silently, but when he came, when he came he would scream, louder than Duo, finally letting himself go.
Eyes on the mirror, studying Quatre's face, Duo moved his hips faster, more desperately. He wanted to hear that scream… fuck yeah!
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Everything Nice
Rating: R
Pairing: 2x4
Summary: Duo and Quatre wonder what's "everything nice". First in the Friends with Benefits series. *sighs* Yeah, Cait and Anne, it's a series now. You win.
Written for wildchildcait
"Sugar, spice, and everything nice," Duo chanted while he mixed the powders carefully.
Beside him, Quatre shook his head. "I don't think the recipe to make the Powerpuff Girls is what we need right now."
Duo shrugged. "It's not like I'm really adding sugar, spice and chemical X into the mix."
"And I wouldn't describe nitroglycerine as everything nice." There was regret in Quatre's voice. They were mixing components to make a home made explosive. They couldn't use their Gundams as long as Lady Une held the threat over the colonies, but that didn't mean they couldn't destruct a Mobile Suit factory the old fashion way.
"What's everything nice for you, Q?" Duo asked, trying to distract Quatre. They hadn't known each other for very long but they had clicked wonderfully, and Duo had come to care a lot for the other boy.
Quatre thought it over for a minute. "Earth landscapes, outer space, the clouds, people being happy, like in the village, before OZ attacked. I imagine peace would be nice too." He smiled sadly. "Friendship."
"What about sex?" Duo asked.
Blushing slightly, Quatre said, "I've never done it. You?"
Duo wiggled his eyebrows suggestively but then said, "Me neither."
They were quiet for a little while before Quatre asked, his voice barely above a whisper, "Do you want to try it? With me?"
Duo almost dropped the mix, but thankfully his reflexes were good. After he was sure nothing would fall from the table and accidentally killed them both, he smiled at Quatre and nodded.
It might not be everything nice, but Duo was sure it would be plenty.
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Paint Stains
Rating: NC17
Pairing: 2x4x2
Warnings: Lime. Role Play
Summary: The wall needs to be painted. Part of the Friends with Benefits series.
Written for darthanne
"You missed a spot," Quatre said, in a bored tone.
Duo glared at him over his shoulder, adjusted his cap and painted over the spot Quatre had signaled. It was a small spot, no one would have even noticed.
"You could thank me for pointing it out to you," Quatre said. "That’s just good manners."
A low growl left Duo's lips. So Quatre was going for the 'annoying rich boy who needed to be taught a lesson' angle? Duo smirked. He would be happy to comply. He turned around and held the brush menacingly over Quatre's shirt. "Unless you want that nice suit to get ruined, I suggest you take it off."
Quatre swallowed but kept his chin high and that bored look on his face. He stripped, quickly, putting his clothes aside.
"Go stand over the plastic," Duo said. "You don't want the carpet to get stained, do you?"
For a second Quatre broke character and a small smirk appeared on his face. They had certainly stained that carpet before, and the furniture probably couldn't be shifted anymore to cover it.
"You need to learn to value hard work." Duo handed the brush to Quatre, took off his cap and put it on Quatre's head. "Start painting."
Instead of turning around to paint the wall, Quatre held the brush close to Duo's braid. "Unless you want to run out of shampoo trying to get the paint off, I suggest you strip too."
Duo knew Quatre wouldn't carry on the threat, but a chill still ran down his spine. He took off his paint stained overalls as well as his boots and underwear, and stood before an equally naked Quatre. "Now what?"
Running the brush down Duo's chest, Quatre replied, "Now I paint."
Grinning, Duo stepped closer and grabbed Quatre's cock. "And now, I play."
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Understanding
Rating: PG
Pairing: 1x3x4
Summary: After Trowa regains his memories there are still some things to figure out.
Written for raletha
Heero was waiting in the hangar when Wing Zero, Sandrock and Deathscythe returned. Duo jumped out in his Gundam first and left the hangar immediately, giving Heero a wink. Quatre was next. His suit was still shutting down when he jumped out. He stopped in front of Heero, gave him a sad smile and said, "Take care of him," before leaving the hangar. Heero was about to follow Quatre when Wing Zero's cockpit opened.
It was evident, just by his posture and the look in his eyes, that Trowa had regained his memories. Heero waited until Trowa landed in the catwalk to approach him. They smiled at each other. A small smile many would have missed but that was all the communication needed between them.
Trowa's eyes then started searching the hanger, the smile slowly slipping away.
"He left," Heero said. "He doesn't feel he deserves you."
Taking a step closer to Heero, Trowa put a hand on Heero's shoulder. "I wasn’t his fault."
"I know," Heero replied, and saw the question in Trowa's eyes. "I got to know him," he explained. "And then I understood what you said in Antarctica, about being able to love two persons equally."
The smile returned to Trowa's face, this time hopeful.
"I know what you see in him," Heero continued. "And I see it too."
Leaning closer, Trowa pressed a soft kiss on Heero's lips. "We should go to him. He needs us right now."
Heero nodded as they made their way out of the hanger. They needed Quatre too.
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Unlikely
Rating: PG13
Pairing: 3x4x5
Summary: Quatre loses his cellphone.
Written for lil_1337
Quatre grumbled and sat on the sidewalk. "This is idiotic!"
"Unlikely," Wufei corrected, looking down at Quatre. "Highly unlikely, even, but not idiotic."
Crossing his arms over his chest, Quatre glared at the floor. "What are the chances of a bird pooping on my hand, making me lose my grip on my cellphone, which magically landed on the street without a scratch, only so a garbage truck could come down the road, miss the phone with the front tires, stop, and just as I'm crouching down to get it, start going again and crushing the phone with the back tires?" He took what was left of the phone from his front pocket and showed it to Wufei. "Trowa gave me this phone! I was talking to him before that stupid bird," he waved the phone desperately on the air. "Oh, this sucks!"
"They do say bird poop is good luck," Wufei commented dryly, but when Quatre directed his glare at him he conceded, "They could be mistaken."
Quatre was sulking, wiping his hand with a handkerchief, when Trowa arrived. "What happened?" he asked Wufei softly, so Quatre wouldn't hear.
Wufei held up a hand. "Don't ask."
Trowa frowned. "I was talking to him and suddenly--"
"Don't ask," Wufei repeated, this time louder.
"Status?" Trowa asked carefully.
"One destroyed cellphone, one dirty hand, and one very grumpy Quatre."
Trowa raised an eyebrow. "Procedure?"
Wufei smirked. "Take him home, ravish him until his good mood returns and replace the cellphone."
Returning the smirk, Trowa started walking towards Quatre. "We better get going, then. This could be a very long and hard mission."
Wufei's lips curved. "I believe so."
Rating: PG
Pairing: 1x2
Summary: it's cold and Duo and Heero try to keep warm.
Written for merith
"You look like you were swallowed by a sweater," Heero said as he walked into the living room with two cups of hot chocolate in his hands.
The sweater had to be at least two sizes bigger than what Duo needed, covering his knees and his hands.
"Cold," Duo said simply, not moving from his cuddled position on the couch.
Heero handed him a mug and Duo took it with both hands.
"Move over." Heero sat beside Duo, pulling him closer, one hand around Duo's waist, the other holding the mug. He rested his chin on Duo's shoulder and sipped his chocolate slowly.
"I bet we look like a Christmas postcard." Duo laughed.
"There's no tree," Heero pointed out.
"You know what I mean."
Heero could imagine Duo rolling his eyes. "Yes, I do," he said. He always knew.
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Scream
Rating: NC17
Pairing: 4x2
Warnings: Lemon, language.
Summary: Duo likes to hear Quatre scream.
Written for windsorblue
Duo kept his eyes on the mirror. He was kneeling on all fours on the floor, naked, his braid disheveled and his skin flushed. Behind him Quatre knelt, wearing nothing but a loose deep blue tie, hands grabbing Duo's hips. Quatre's eyes were half closed and every time Duo swung his hips Quatre's lips would part, letting out a strangled breath.
The mirror had been a genius idea. It allowed Duo to keep his eyes on Quatre, see the desire in Quatre's face. Now and then, when their eyes met, Quatre would mouth dirty words, words he never said out loud and that Duo desperately wanted to hear coming out of Quatre's mouth.
Duo would give them voice. One curse after another every time a wave of pleasure hit him, and with Quatre there were a lot of those. Hell, damn, bitch, shit, fuck, yeah! Over and over. And Quatre would mouth the words silently, but when he came, when he came he would scream, louder than Duo, finally letting himself go.
Eyes on the mirror, studying Quatre's face, Duo moved his hips faster, more desperately. He wanted to hear that scream… fuck yeah!
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Everything Nice
Rating: R
Pairing: 2x4
Summary: Duo and Quatre wonder what's "everything nice". First in the Friends with Benefits series. *sighs* Yeah, Cait and Anne, it's a series now. You win.
Written for wildchildcait
"Sugar, spice, and everything nice," Duo chanted while he mixed the powders carefully.
Beside him, Quatre shook his head. "I don't think the recipe to make the Powerpuff Girls is what we need right now."
Duo shrugged. "It's not like I'm really adding sugar, spice and chemical X into the mix."
"And I wouldn't describe nitroglycerine as everything nice." There was regret in Quatre's voice. They were mixing components to make a home made explosive. They couldn't use their Gundams as long as Lady Une held the threat over the colonies, but that didn't mean they couldn't destruct a Mobile Suit factory the old fashion way.
"What's everything nice for you, Q?" Duo asked, trying to distract Quatre. They hadn't known each other for very long but they had clicked wonderfully, and Duo had come to care a lot for the other boy.
Quatre thought it over for a minute. "Earth landscapes, outer space, the clouds, people being happy, like in the village, before OZ attacked. I imagine peace would be nice too." He smiled sadly. "Friendship."
"What about sex?" Duo asked.
Blushing slightly, Quatre said, "I've never done it. You?"
Duo wiggled his eyebrows suggestively but then said, "Me neither."
They were quiet for a little while before Quatre asked, his voice barely above a whisper, "Do you want to try it? With me?"
Duo almost dropped the mix, but thankfully his reflexes were good. After he was sure nothing would fall from the table and accidentally killed them both, he smiled at Quatre and nodded.
It might not be everything nice, but Duo was sure it would be plenty.
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Paint Stains
Rating: NC17
Pairing: 2x4x2
Warnings: Lime. Role Play
Summary: The wall needs to be painted. Part of the Friends with Benefits series.
Written for darthanne
"You missed a spot," Quatre said, in a bored tone.
Duo glared at him over his shoulder, adjusted his cap and painted over the spot Quatre had signaled. It was a small spot, no one would have even noticed.
"You could thank me for pointing it out to you," Quatre said. "That’s just good manners."
A low growl left Duo's lips. So Quatre was going for the 'annoying rich boy who needed to be taught a lesson' angle? Duo smirked. He would be happy to comply. He turned around and held the brush menacingly over Quatre's shirt. "Unless you want that nice suit to get ruined, I suggest you take it off."
Quatre swallowed but kept his chin high and that bored look on his face. He stripped, quickly, putting his clothes aside.
"Go stand over the plastic," Duo said. "You don't want the carpet to get stained, do you?"
For a second Quatre broke character and a small smirk appeared on his face. They had certainly stained that carpet before, and the furniture probably couldn't be shifted anymore to cover it.
"You need to learn to value hard work." Duo handed the brush to Quatre, took off his cap and put it on Quatre's head. "Start painting."
Instead of turning around to paint the wall, Quatre held the brush close to Duo's braid. "Unless you want to run out of shampoo trying to get the paint off, I suggest you strip too."
Duo knew Quatre wouldn't carry on the threat, but a chill still ran down his spine. He took off his paint stained overalls as well as his boots and underwear, and stood before an equally naked Quatre. "Now what?"
Running the brush down Duo's chest, Quatre replied, "Now I paint."
Grinning, Duo stepped closer and grabbed Quatre's cock. "And now, I play."
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Understanding
Rating: PG
Pairing: 1x3x4
Summary: After Trowa regains his memories there are still some things to figure out.
Written for raletha
Heero was waiting in the hangar when Wing Zero, Sandrock and Deathscythe returned. Duo jumped out in his Gundam first and left the hangar immediately, giving Heero a wink. Quatre was next. His suit was still shutting down when he jumped out. He stopped in front of Heero, gave him a sad smile and said, "Take care of him," before leaving the hangar. Heero was about to follow Quatre when Wing Zero's cockpit opened.
It was evident, just by his posture and the look in his eyes, that Trowa had regained his memories. Heero waited until Trowa landed in the catwalk to approach him. They smiled at each other. A small smile many would have missed but that was all the communication needed between them.
Trowa's eyes then started searching the hanger, the smile slowly slipping away.
"He left," Heero said. "He doesn't feel he deserves you."
Taking a step closer to Heero, Trowa put a hand on Heero's shoulder. "I wasn’t his fault."
"I know," Heero replied, and saw the question in Trowa's eyes. "I got to know him," he explained. "And then I understood what you said in Antarctica, about being able to love two persons equally."
The smile returned to Trowa's face, this time hopeful.
"I know what you see in him," Heero continued. "And I see it too."
Leaning closer, Trowa pressed a soft kiss on Heero's lips. "We should go to him. He needs us right now."
Heero nodded as they made their way out of the hanger. They needed Quatre too.
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Unlikely
Rating: PG13
Pairing: 3x4x5
Summary: Quatre loses his cellphone.
Written for lil_1337
Quatre grumbled and sat on the sidewalk. "This is idiotic!"
"Unlikely," Wufei corrected, looking down at Quatre. "Highly unlikely, even, but not idiotic."
Crossing his arms over his chest, Quatre glared at the floor. "What are the chances of a bird pooping on my hand, making me lose my grip on my cellphone, which magically landed on the street without a scratch, only so a garbage truck could come down the road, miss the phone with the front tires, stop, and just as I'm crouching down to get it, start going again and crushing the phone with the back tires?" He took what was left of the phone from his front pocket and showed it to Wufei. "Trowa gave me this phone! I was talking to him before that stupid bird," he waved the phone desperately on the air. "Oh, this sucks!"
"They do say bird poop is good luck," Wufei commented dryly, but when Quatre directed his glare at him he conceded, "They could be mistaken."
Quatre was sulking, wiping his hand with a handkerchief, when Trowa arrived. "What happened?" he asked Wufei softly, so Quatre wouldn't hear.
Wufei held up a hand. "Don't ask."
Trowa frowned. "I was talking to him and suddenly--"
"Don't ask," Wufei repeated, this time louder.
"Status?" Trowa asked carefully.
"One destroyed cellphone, one dirty hand, and one very grumpy Quatre."
Trowa raised an eyebrow. "Procedure?"
Wufei smirked. "Take him home, ravish him until his good mood returns and replace the cellphone."
Returning the smirk, Trowa started walking towards Quatre. "We better get going, then. This could be a very long and hard mission."
Wufei's lips curved. "I believe so."