Trio Maxwell-Chang (trio) wrote in fictionaltrio, @ 2007-08-12 03:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | duo maxwell, gundam wing, quatre raberba winner |
[Gundam Wing] Mango
Title: Mango
Author: Trio Maxwell-Chang
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairing or POV: Duo/Quatre
Written for: damoyre
Special Note: Yet another of the Christmas drabble, written to these specifications. This one made it to ficlet status... barely. Merry Christmas, Damoyre! (This story was inspired, in a very roundabout way, by tpod's Process Control fic.)
Soft skin under his hands, surprisingly unblemished for being a Gundam pilot's flesh. Duo's street-roughened hands ravage the body, drawing high gasps of pleasure from the blond beneath him. The heady scent is all around them, tingling at Duo's senses as he leans forward, drawing his nose along the center of Quatre's chest and down toward the rigid shaft fringed by more blond hair. He inhales and whines once, his brows drawing together. It's a sweet, melon-citrus scent, tempting him to find a way to taste. But no... that must wait until later, until he had Quatre so desperate that the blond would do anything for him.
It doesn't take too long - Quatre was untouched before Duo, and Duo's skill at reading people comes in handy. The boy is gasping and pleading before Duo's tongue flicks out for the first taste. Salty sweat answers the tentative touch, and Duo's nose wrinkles. It's like a mango or something. I want to taste whatever it is he puts on his skin. The thought comes unbidden to Duo's mind, but he ignores it, not quite sure how to make the fantasy into reality. A brief vision of a Quatre-shaped mango comes to mind, and Duo licks his lips, then attacks the two pebbled pink nipples.
Quatre arches, gripping the sheets but not reaching to touch Duo. He doesn't have permission, and the name of the game is permission for him. It's a strange double-standard. Duo can use Quatre, but the Arabian isn't even allowed to touch without a word from Duo. And yet, he agreed to the terms, agreed to the pleasure and frustration. As Duo's teeth scrape over his nipple, he groans harshly, the sweet voice giving way to rough growls.
And still he does not reach for his lover.
Finally, finally, Duo moves lower, warmth going with him as he surrounds the needy cock with his mouth, drawing the pleasure out through skill and practice. Quatre doesn't seem to care how he manages it, only that he does. It is hot and wet and so soft and perfect that Quatre keens, shaking his head back and forth without moving his arms. Duo has not yet given permission.
The mango aroma lingers, and Duo finally understands what people mean when they say that scent changes taste. He knows the taste of men, knows the salty bitterness that he swallows each time he indulges in this particular vice of his. The flavor varies slightly from person to person, but it is always salty, never sweet. And yet, his nose filled with the scent of well-ripened mangoes, the taste shifts on his tongue, taking on a dripping fruit tang. He whines through his mouth, the vibration shooting through Quatre.
The blond's grip tightens, but he will not release the sheets, will not stop the desperate cries that threaten to give them away to the others. Duo doesn't care if the others know. He's tempted to just continue nursing on Quatre forever, seduced by the taste. And when the blond floods his mouth, he closes his eyes and breathes deeply. It is salty sweet, a testament to whatever lotion Quatre uses. Duo clings to the boy's pumping hips, sucking down every last drop before collapsing to one side. His nose no longer tight against Quatre's skin, the lingering shadow of mango fades from his nostrils.
But when he licks his lips, he tastes fruit juice again.
~End~
Word Count: 572