Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Tickle Torture ❯ One-Shot

Duo slowly awakened. There was nothing he loved more than that wonderful
feeling of contentment that came with waking up naturally in a comfortable bed
with just the perfect temperature. Sighing happily, he slowly stretched,
another of the most decadent feelings in the world, and paused at full
extension just to enjoy the sensation.

His contentment was shattered when clever fingers danced along his ribs,
causing him to shriek at the tickling.

Duo twisted his body away from the fingers, succeeding only in getting himself
more tangled in the sheets. He looked around for the culprit, but couldn't see
anyone, or hear anything, though perhaps his own rapid breathing was
interfering. He leaned to look over the edge of the bed and the fingers
attacked again.

This time he fell from the bed in flurry of sheets accompanied by a loud thump.
He found himself staring into a pair of aqua eyes, a laughing pair of aqua
eyes. "Quatre...you are most _definitely_ going to pay for that."

"Uh huh...put your money where your mouth is." Quatre teased in return,
snickering when Duo realized he was securely bound in his sheets.

"Traitors...taken down by my own sheets." Duo muttered as he struggled to free
himself. "Ack, Quatre, no...no, oh, no...Quatre!!!" Quatre's nimble fingers
took advantage of his imprisonment. Duo writhed, trying to escape the tickling
fingers, gasping for breath between his laughter and protestations. Quatre was
merciless.

Duo's wiggling finally managed to free an arm, and Duo leaped to retaliate.
His fingers found Quatre's side, causing him to retreat in giggles. Duo
quickly freed himself from the sheet and grinned at Quatre. "Payback time,
Quat."

Quatre's eyes widened, and he tried to run. Duo still took him down in a
tackle; his hands seemed to be everywhere at once as he set out to discover
where Quatre was most ticklish. He was distracted by Quatre begging for mercy
when he got to the inside of his arm and so failed to notice Quatre's hand
sneak around to the back of his knee. Duo yelped, and tried to wiggle away
from the fingers while still tickling Quatre. Neither of them could keep up
for long, and finally collapsed, struggling to catch their breath, Quatre still
half trapped beneath Duo.

Duo started to lift himself, and Quatre's eyes widened. He eyed the movement
of toned muscles beneath smooth skin and felt a frisson of awareness speed down his spine to pool in the pit of his stomach. He had never realized that Duo
was so built, probably because he always hid it beneath his priestly black.
Quatre let his eyes rove over the bared chest and flat stomach to pause at the
waistband of his boxers. Oh, gods, Duo was barely covered. Tearing his eyes
away, Quatre felt his breath quicken, and hoped that Duo would put it down to
their tickle fight.

Hearing the change in Quatre's breathing, Duo paused to look, supporting his
weight on his arms. Quatre was awfully flushed, and his breathing...Duo
grinned as he realized what was going on. Quatre was blushing. So the little
angel had earthly concerns after all. He resisted the urge to grin, instead
schooling his features into a look of concern. "Quat, you feelin' okay?"

Flushing even more under the scrutiny, Quatre managed to stammer, "Um,
yeah...I'm fine." Deciding he needed to get out, and quickly, he tried to sit
up. Only, his movement backfired because Duo didn't move. He ended up eye to
eye, chest to chest with the braided pilot, practically sitting in his lap.
His eyes went wide, and he tried to speak, but nothing would come out. He was
so embarrassed, he thought he might die.

Seeing Quatre's distress, Duo gave in. Raising a hand, he brushed it gently
across Quatre's heated cheek. "I shouldn't tease you like this."

The softness of Duo's voice sent more shivers down Quatre's spine. "Tease?"

"I guess I've hidden it better than I thought. Let me show you." Duo leaned
in and ever-so-lightly brushed his lips against Quatre's. At Quatre's startled
gasp, he drew back, only to have Quatre lean closer to kiss him in return. At
the sensation of Quatre's tongue teasing his bottom lip, Duo smiled. He
whispered, "Who's teasing now?"

His nervousness now gone, Quatre grinned. "Does it matter?"

"I-"

Quatre laid a finger across his lips. "Shhh, we can sort it out later." He
smiled into Duo's cobalt eyes and wrapped his arms around Duo, pulling him
close.

"Later." Duo relaxed into Quatre's embrace, whispering the word, feeling
hopeful.

~Owari~

I just can't work myself up to any citrus lately, dammit. ;)