Duo pulled the key from the last lock and opened the door to his and Heero's apartment. He pocketed the keys and walked into the living room. He didn't make it too far. A glass was thrust into his direct line of vision. It was frosty with condensation. The beads of moisture rolled over Heero's fingers as he held the glass in front of Duo.
Duo eyed the milky beverage and murmured with a slight tremor in his voice, “I-I'm not thirsty, Heero.”
There was flicker of disappointment in Heero's eyes. The glass was lowered.
A pang of guilt passed through Duo. It caused minimal discomfort, but its presence was still there, still nagging. He sighed inwardly and tried to feign interest in Heero's latest concoction. He managed not to twitch as he asked cautiously, “What's in it this time?”
There was brief glimmer of hope on Heero's countenance. It was evident in the slight curl of his lip as he said, “It's coconut milk flavored with pineapple and…some other stuff.”
Duo's skin crawled. “Other…stuff…” he repeated haltingly.
“Yes, just… stuff… to maintain the color and consistency.”
“Consistency…”
“Duo, why are you backing away towards the door?”
“I am?” Duo chuckled nervously while halting his not so covert retreat.
Heero didn't answer. He brought the drink to his mouth and took a gulp.
Duo watched the course of Heero's Adam's apple as the drink made it down his throat.
“You're sure you won't try it?” murmured Heero. He had a white moustache. Duo's eyes were riveted on his mouth as he licked the foam off. His tongue darted out, became buried beneath white foam, and then disappeared behind his supple wet lips. It was an unselfconscious motion that had Duo's mouth going dry.
“I am a bit thirsty, now that you mention it.”
The glass was passed from Heero to Duo.
It was amazing how much the glass was shaking in Duo's hand. (He was spilling the milk everywhere. It dribbled down his arms and hands.) And he knew exactly what was causing such a reaction on his part. It was Heero's intense gaze. Heero was watching every single movement, every miniscule event, from the parting of his lips, to the glass's approach to his mouth, to the contact of the beverage with his hesitant tongue.
The coconut milk was as cool as the beading on the glass said it was. And it was strange. The apprehension that usually seized Duo when Heero “persuaded” him to drink his experimental beverages had melted away. All he could see was Heero's reaction, the strange light in his eyes, the slight tremble of his lips, and a light flush to his fawn features. So surprised by these changes in Heero's countenance Duo became clumsier and the coconut milk spilled even more. It was soaking his clothing. And then Duo became aware of something else: the growing bulge in Heero's pants.
“Duo, I didn't expect to see you again… so soon,” commented Quatre with a wary look. His desk was the only thing separating him from a panicked looking Duo who'd burst into his study without warning. Obviously the blond needed better security…
The American leaned forward over the desk. His braid was in disarray and his clothes appeared as if they had been hastily thrown back on. He used his shaky arms to keep himself in an unsteady semi-standing position.
“Quatre, you won't believe what just happened!”
“…I'm afraid to guess,” murmured the blonde. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but in that room.
It would be an understatement to say that there was a harried look to Duo. The American bordered on deranged. The blonde barely had a chance to understand what was going on before Duo reached over and grabbed him by the collar. He began shaking Quatre vigorously in time with his words as he gasped, “I-just-received-the-best-blowjob-in-my-entire-life!!!!”
“That's…wonderful, Duo.” Quatre tried to squirm, without success, out of the death grip Duo had him in. He managed to choke out, “Duo…would you mind…letting go?”
“Letting go?” asked a slightly confused Duo as he continued to unconsciously shake Quatre.
“Yes, of me. I… can't… breathe.”
“Oh.”
Duo quickly dropped the blond back into his chair. He'd somehow managed to drag him up and out of his seat. “I don't understand the problem, Duo,” said a slightly jarred Quatre who was slow in getting his natural color back. “Most people would be ecstatic to be in your place,” murmured the suddenly interested blond. Most people, ha. The blond meant himself.
“Ecstatic? Are you out of your mind?” Duo leaned far over the desk and began pointing furiously at his chin. He was directing Quatre's gaze to some dried white material on his skin. “Do you know what that is, Quatre?”
The blonde suddenly turned green. “Umm…Duo, I really don't want to know. I know we're friends, but--”
“It's coconut milk.”
“Oh, thank, Allah.” The blonde was quite grateful he hadn't been looking at the residue of another white deposit.
But it seemed Quatre's minimal amount of luck had just run out because Duo began to gesture to his face once again. This time he pointed to his nose and the peculiarly situated dried white substance on it. “Do you know what *this* is?”
“…” Quatre simply blinked back at Duo.
Duo made a face. “Well, it's not coconut milk. After sucking me off like a pro, Heero did *this* to me.” Duo twitched his desecrated nose. “The bastard's getting closer to my mouth. He's just trying to wear me down with blowjobs.”
“Is that really a bad thing?” murmured a pensive Quatre. From his wistful expression, he didn't seem to hold anything against such a tactic.
“Well, yes, as long as Heero is plotting against me,” responded a testy Duo, “it's just not safe to drop my pants around him.”
“Then what are you going to do,” asked Quatre as he tried to appear sympathetic. It was a difficult task since his mind kept wandering back to the thought of someone wearing down *his* resistance. Ah, who was he kidding? He had no resistance. The blond smirked dreamily.
But then Quatre was drawn away from his not even close to G-rated thoughts as Duo said, “The only thing I can do: take Heero out of commission. This is the last day I have to blow sperm out of my nose.”
“Take Heero out of commission?” Quatre sat up straight in his chair but then he shrunk back at the malevolent look on Duo's face. “You can't. Whatever it is you're thinking, forget about it.”
There came a low chuckle from Duo. “I'm sorry, Quatre. I can't promise that.”