all quiet on the western front

[windandwater]

Duo wasn't generally a morning person. It was a well known fact that he liked to sleep in as much as possible -- a side effect of having to pull late night missions -- and it was also agreed that Duo was a very disagreeable and downright nasty person until he had his half a pot of coffee in the morning. This made it all the stranger because Duo woke up this certain morning in a wonderfully happy and pleasant mood.



But that was probably because when Duo woke up, someone was going down on him.

One minute, Duo was having a very nice dream where he was having sex with the hottest guy on the face of the planet, the next, he was clawing the bedsheets and his dream was *real*. Well, Duo didn't complain (what did he really have to complain about?) and instead started moaning and bucking up his hips in order to push himself farther into the moist heat surrounding him. There was a sort of low chuckle from somewhere beneath the sheets, the suction increased, and suddenly the ripfire of release swallowed Duo whole.

When Duo blinked awake for the second time this morning, he was greeted by the sight of his doppleganger emerging from beneath the covers with a wide grin on his face. Oh, that was right. Their counterparts from the Writer's Friend's Mansion had come to visit. And, as usual, Duo and Max (he didn't seem to like being called by his last name) had immediately sought each other out to greet each other appropriately. Duo vaguely wondered if he was a pervert, then decided that he had probably just been hanging out with the Weasley Twins too much. So, he reached out, grabbed Max by his chin, and the two boys with identical faces shared a deep kiss.

"Damn, Max," Duo said as he pulled away, "that was one hell of a wake up call."

Max just tossed his chestnut braid over one shoulder, tucked one arm beneath his head and used the other to pull Duo against him. He played with Duo's loose hair idly. "S'not like I ain't expecting you to return the favor."

Duo punched Max's shoulder playfully. "I *was* planning on doing more than spending all my time screwing you."

"What, you wanna hit the other guys, too? I'm up for that."

"Idiot."

Max frowned at that moment. "Speakin' of which, where *is* everyone? When we got here last night, I noticed the place was sorta empty."

Duo huffed. "Eh, just call it the Hurricane Maxwell effect. The Guyz know that with two Duos around --"

"-- they're not gonna be able to walk for weeks?" Max interrupted.

"Man, you said exactly what Wufei said yesterday. I wanted to deck him. It's not like we can't think about anything besides sex..."

"... it's just more fun that way. I know whatcha mean." Max gave Duo a small slap across his butt in emphasis. Then he thought again. "But where's Heero? Your Heero, I mean. I know he don't like me much. I figured he woulda dragged you away or something so I'd keep my hands offa you."

At that, Duo covered his face in his hands and groaned. "Aww, man! That is so another problem I have to deal with! Heero's gone all Perfect Soldier on us again. He's been on his laptop on the past week and answers in monosyllabic phrases."

"And that's different how?" Max asked, one eyebrow raising. Duo glared at him and Max winced at what he read in his couterpart's violet eyes. "Oh... he's gonna all missions again? Like the war? Shit. That ain't good."

Duo sighed. "No, it's not. And what with the deal with Trowa..."

"What *is* goin' on with that?"

"Fuck me if I know. That koppi of his is really pushing all of his buttons. He barricaded himself in his room three days ago and we haven't heard a peep outta him. Dammit, why can't he be like us?"

"What?" Max interjected. "Fucking his way to a better relationship?"

Duo punched his couterpart in the shoulder again and sat up. "I'm being serious!" he exclaimed. "I'm Primary Muse here! You don't *know* the shitloads of stuff I haveta deal with!"

Max waved his hands back and forth placatingly. "Sorry! Sorry! It's just... Trowa's sorta moody. Even *my* Tro is. I don't think goin' 'bout things the way *we* did would really help in their case. An' the koppi seems like a screwball ta me."

With an exaggerated sigh, Duo collapsed against Max's chest. "Aww man! And here I thought I'd actually be able to get something useful outta you!"

"Hey!" Max growled. "I'll have ya know that I'm a *very* useful person! Ooooohhhh... whatcha think yuir doin'?"

Duo lifted up his head from where he was lapping at Max's chest and winked. "I'm about to see just how 'useful' you can be. Did you want me to stop?"

"Nope! I *really* wanna show ya how useful I can be."

Duo laughed and then slid down the bed, pulling the covers over his head as he worked his way down. Max grinned and tucked his arms under his head. Damn... those Trowas didn't know what they were missing.