[GW] Serendipity (1/1)
Title: Serendipity (1/1)
Author: Sailor Seraphim
Rating: R
Pairings: Quatre/Duo
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its related characters. I do, however, own the situations which occur in this fic.
Warnings: Shounen ai. Bad humor. Heavily implied sexual behavior. And a champagne glass-shaped bathtub. Retro porno, anyone?
Notes: Drabble request written for windsorblue.
Summary: Duo didn't change the reservations Quatre made. Really.
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The heavy suitcase fell from Duo's trembling fingers.
"Wha-- oof! Duo, don't just leave things on the floor!" Quatre chastised, having tripped over the forgotten piece of luggage while juggling with the room's keycard and a stack of mail -- how DID his sisters find him anyway? Setting his own bag against the wall (and out of the way), he finally looked up at Duo, who was standing in the middle of the entryway.
"Don't tell me those drinks on the shuttle are finally catching up to you," Quatre said, then was startled when Duo slumped against a fancy sidetable, one arm around his middle as he shook. "Duo!"
A few quick strides had Quatre at Duo's side, helping to support the other man. His worried marine eyes swept over Duo's flushed face and hunched position. "Duo! Are you alright? What... Are you laughing?"
Duo made a little choked sound, then couldn't hold it in anymore, exploding in loud laughter that could probably be heard on the other side of the hotel. Quatre growled and gave Duo a shove.
"And what was that for? You had me worried for nothing!"
Duo's shoulders shook with mirth once more, before the American could compose himself. "Q-quat... what did you say when you booked this room?"
Fine blond eyebrows furrowed. "I just booked the best room they had available. I know that the reservation was at the last minute but I'm sure that--"
Quatre shut up when Duo's hand covered his mouth. "Mmph!" Then Duo's other hand grasped him firmly by the hair, and turned Quatre's head towards the middle of the room. Quatre's eyes widened in shock.
"Mmmph nnnghff nnnugg mmmiifff!"
"Yup," Duo nodded, his own eyes dancing with mirth and ignoring Quatre's outraged muffled shouts. "You booked us the honeymoon suite, hotshot. I dunno... the decor screams 'retro porn', don't you think?"
Quatre finally pried Duo's hands off him, eying the large, elevated, champagne-shaped bathtub. It was completely see-through, and seemed to vying for domination of the room against the huge round bed covered in numerous pillows and rose petals and--
"Are those MIRRORS on the ceiling?!"
Duo's head nodded, braid swinging and the huge shit-eating grin never leaving his lips. "Retro porno, for sure. That giftbasket filled with lube and stuff on the bedside table is a nice touch."
Quatre just stood aghast in the entryway, watching with a detached sort of horror as Duo left his side to explore the room more.
"Holy shit! You should see the bathroom! You could fit a football team in here!"
The blond twitched, then twitched some more when Duo popped back out to gleefully dump the complementary (and pornographic) gift basket on the bed and riffle through its contents. Duo was still grinning.
"... Duo..."
"... oh hey, mango-flavored, never tried that before, yeah, Quat?"
"Did you happen to change the reservations I made?"
Duo dropped a violently purple dildo onto the bedspread. He stretched one hand over his heart, an expression of shock on his face. "Why, Quatre! Changing the reservations when the hotel is all booked and we have to stay here for two weeks! How dare you accuse me of such a thing! Shocking, really."
The blond sighed, then started to loosen his necktie. "Of course. I just must be tired. One thing though..."
Duo was already poking through the gift basket contents again. "Yeah?"
"Do you think we get our own soundtrack to go with this room?"
Duo only saw the quick flash of the blond's smirk when he looked up, and then Quatre pounced. Rose petals and flavored lube flew all over the place, and Duo made a sound that he would later deny all knowledge of.
And two weeks later, Quatre's suitcase would have a few more music and video discs added to it, buried under his undershirts and ties.
-- Owari --
Author: Sailor Seraphim
Rating: R
Pairings: Quatre/Duo
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its related characters. I do, however, own the situations which occur in this fic.
Warnings: Shounen ai. Bad humor. Heavily implied sexual behavior. And a champagne glass-shaped bathtub. Retro porno, anyone?
Notes: Drabble request written for windsorblue.
Summary: Duo didn't change the reservations Quatre made. Really.
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The heavy suitcase fell from Duo's trembling fingers.
"Wha-- oof! Duo, don't just leave things on the floor!" Quatre chastised, having tripped over the forgotten piece of luggage while juggling with the room's keycard and a stack of mail -- how DID his sisters find him anyway? Setting his own bag against the wall (and out of the way), he finally looked up at Duo, who was standing in the middle of the entryway.
"Don't tell me those drinks on the shuttle are finally catching up to you," Quatre said, then was startled when Duo slumped against a fancy sidetable, one arm around his middle as he shook. "Duo!"
A few quick strides had Quatre at Duo's side, helping to support the other man. His worried marine eyes swept over Duo's flushed face and hunched position. "Duo! Are you alright? What... Are you laughing?"
Duo made a little choked sound, then couldn't hold it in anymore, exploding in loud laughter that could probably be heard on the other side of the hotel. Quatre growled and gave Duo a shove.
"And what was that for? You had me worried for nothing!"
Duo's shoulders shook with mirth once more, before the American could compose himself. "Q-quat... what did you say when you booked this room?"
Fine blond eyebrows furrowed. "I just booked the best room they had available. I know that the reservation was at the last minute but I'm sure that--"
Quatre shut up when Duo's hand covered his mouth. "Mmph!" Then Duo's other hand grasped him firmly by the hair, and turned Quatre's head towards the middle of the room. Quatre's eyes widened in shock.
"Mmmph nnnghff nnnugg mmmiifff!"
"Yup," Duo nodded, his own eyes dancing with mirth and ignoring Quatre's outraged muffled shouts. "You booked us the honeymoon suite, hotshot. I dunno... the decor screams 'retro porn', don't you think?"
Quatre finally pried Duo's hands off him, eying the large, elevated, champagne-shaped bathtub. It was completely see-through, and seemed to vying for domination of the room against the huge round bed covered in numerous pillows and rose petals and--
"Are those MIRRORS on the ceiling?!"
Duo's head nodded, braid swinging and the huge shit-eating grin never leaving his lips. "Retro porno, for sure. That giftbasket filled with lube and stuff on the bedside table is a nice touch."
Quatre just stood aghast in the entryway, watching with a detached sort of horror as Duo left his side to explore the room more.
"Holy shit! You should see the bathroom! You could fit a football team in here!"
The blond twitched, then twitched some more when Duo popped back out to gleefully dump the complementary (and pornographic) gift basket on the bed and riffle through its contents. Duo was still grinning.
"... Duo..."
"... oh hey, mango-flavored, never tried that before, yeah, Quat?"
"Did you happen to change the reservations I made?"
Duo dropped a violently purple dildo onto the bedspread. He stretched one hand over his heart, an expression of shock on his face. "Why, Quatre! Changing the reservations when the hotel is all booked and we have to stay here for two weeks! How dare you accuse me of such a thing! Shocking, really."
The blond sighed, then started to loosen his necktie. "Of course. I just must be tired. One thing though..."
Duo was already poking through the gift basket contents again. "Yeah?"
"Do you think we get our own soundtrack to go with this room?"
Duo only saw the quick flash of the blond's smirk when he looked up, and then Quatre pounced. Rose petals and flavored lube flew all over the place, and Duo made a sound that he would later deny all knowledge of.
And two weeks later, Quatre's suitcase would have a few more music and video discs added to it, buried under his undershirts and ties.
-- Owari --