by Windsor Blue
Some things never change.
Walk down the streets of any city at night, and there will always be life - the type of life that doesn't see the light of day: beggars sitting in doorways, offering blessings or curses to passersby; people hurrying from one place to the next, desperate to avoid the taint of moonlight; bands of teenagers lurking in clusters, their attitudes blaring almost as loud as the music they listen to on portable radios or through the open windows of parked cars.
Two women walk by, tipsy and giggly. "Oh, look at the punk kids in their little black clothes," one chirps. "Aren't they cute? God, that takes me back."
"You never dressed like that," scoffs her friend.
"No, but I really wanted to..."
As they pass the intersection, a businessman and his wife cross the street, whispering all the while. They go two blocks out of their way to spare themselves the discomfort of walking by teenagers on a street corner. The businessman spies two young men passing the group, unconcerned, and wishes he had their courage.
Meanwhile, one of the young men looks at the other with a gleam in his eye. "I love this song," he says, and with no further prompting, shoves his companion into the next darkened alley.
"I love this song," Quatre growled.
"Hm?" Duo began to ask, but he didn't quite get it out in time, for Quatre put his hand on Duo's shoulder and pushed him into an alley a few feet away.
"Q, what are you - mmpfh!" Duo found his mouth covered before he had any idea what had hit him. He moaned a little and opened his mouth to Quatre's assault, letting his control slip away bit by bit.
Quatre broke the kiss after a long moment and pushed Duo flat against the wall, stroking the flat planes of his chest and pinning him in place with his hips. He caught Duo's eyes and held them with relish. "All men have secrets," he half-sang, half whispered, "and here is mine, so let it be known."
Duo sighed at Quatre's touch and arched back a little, thrilling in the feeling of being trapped by Quatre's body. "We have been through hell and high tide," Duo replied, continuing the song, "I think I can rely on you."
Quatre leaned forward to suckle at Duo's neck, his hands traveling down to pull Duo's shirt free from the waistband of his pants. He bit down as his fingers touched skin, and licked as they crept up Duo's stomach. "And yet you start to recoil, heavy words are so lightly thrown..."
Duo groaned, his arms sliding around Quatre's neck, his right leg wrapping around Quatre's left. He stroked the inside of Quatre's leg with his foot and made helpless thrusts against his hips. "But still I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you."
One of Quatre's hands toyed with Duo's chest, and the other pulled back out of the shirt to grasp Duo's chin. He stroked Duo's jaw gently with his thumb and seized his lips fiercely, breaking away a moment later to whisper, "So what difference does it make?" His tongue traced a path across Duo's lips. Duo opened his mouth and drew it in, wrestling it with his own. When Quatre drew back again, he did so with a gasp. "So what difference does it make?"
Duo leaned forward and pulled Quatre's earlobe into his mouth, nibbling on it and sliding the tip of his tongue along the shell of Quatre's ear. Quatre tilted his head and shivered. "It makes none, but now you have gone, and you must be looking very old tonight."
Fingers fumbling, Quatre's hands found Duo's belt and hastily undid it, barely pausing to open Duo's fly before pushing his way inside. "The devil will find work for idle hands to do."
Duo shuddered and tightened his hold around Quatre, fighting to stay standing. "I stole and I lied, and why? Because you asked me to."
One of Quatre's hands struggled to open his fly, finally drawing his own arousal out and lining it up with Duo's. He stroked them both in one hand, the other resting on Duo's hip. "But now you make me feel so ashamed, because I've only got two hands."
Duo trailed his fingers down to Quatre's front pocket, pulling out a slim tube. He squeezed some out onto his hand and reached down to stroke Quatre's arousal himself. "Well, I'm still fond of you."
A moan escaped Quatre's lips, and he turned Duo around, pushing roughly at his pants until they hung down around his knees. He nudged Duo's feet apart with his own foot, wiped a bit of lube off his erection with the tip of one finger, and began to push that finger inside of Duo. "So what difference does it make?" he murmured harshly. "So what difference does it make?"
Duo's back arched as he let out a shivery gasp. He leaned forward and pushed his hips back, meeting Quatre's invasion with undisguised relish. "It makes none," he groaned, making shallow thrusts against Quatre's hand. "But now you have gone, and your prejudice won't keep you warm tonight."
Quatre slipped a second finger inside and pressed it against Duo's prostate. With his other hand he took hold of Duo's braid and pulled it, gently but firmly, exposing the curve of Duo's neck to his hungry mouth. "Oh the devil will find work for idle hands to do."
Duo bit his lip, tilting his head into the pull on his braid. He wriggled against Quatre's hand, enticing the erection trapped between them to jerk towards him. "I stole and I lied just because you asked me to."
Quatre moaned and pulled his fingers out. He took his cock in his hand, positioned it at Duo's entrance, and thrust in with a single stroke. Then he paused, his quaking hand coming to rest on Duo's hip. Duo cursed and shivered, writhing on Quatre's length. After a long moment Quatre pulled back and eased in again. "But now you know the truth about me, you won't see me anymore."
Duo pushed back, silently urging Quatre - pleading with him - to pick up the pace. "Well, I'm still fond of you."
Quatre's hips snapped forward again and again, the rhythm growing ever more urgent as he moved. He let go of Duo's braid and snaked that hand around his waist instead, taking firm hold of Duo's arousal. Quatre stroked it desperately, first in long, smooth strokes and then in quick thrusts. "But no more apologies..."
Duo met Quatre thrust for thrust, his right hand reaching up and behind them to wind his fingers into Quatre's hair. "No more apologies..."
Quatre shifted slightly, changing the angle of his strokes to hit Duo's prostate each time. He nestled his cheek against Duo's neck, relishing in the feel of being consumed by him, and whispered in his ear. "I'm too tired, I'm so very tired..."
Duo felt every muscle, every nerve in his body as they tensed up, and his nerves burned with the effort to hold onto that tension for just one moment longer. When he spoke, his voice came out harsh and unschooled. "And I'm feeling very sick and ill today."
The tension broke, the wave crashed, and when it did it took them both over the edge at once. Quatre screamed out Duo's name, and Duo let out a low, keening wail. Only by holding onto each other tightly did they manage to stay upright, and it took them a few minutes more of labored, practiced breathing to be able to separate their entwined bodies. Finally, almost languidly, Quatre pulled out and turned Duo to face him. He leaned forward and took Duo's mouth with his own, his hands carefully pulling up his pants and tucking Duo back into them. He broke the kiss as his fingers worked the button and leaned back with a small smile.
"But I'm still fond of you." Quatre murmured.
Duo smiled slowly and returned the favor of helping Quatre dress. "I didn't know you liked that song," he said.
"It's one of my favorites," Quatre replied, smoothing Duo's sleeves with the palms of his hands.
Duo's lip quirked up, not at all hiding his grin. "Yeah, mine too." He took hold of Quatre's elbow and gave him a light push towards the street. Quatre laughed and snatched Duo's hand in his own, pulling him back out of the alley. Together, they made their way down the street once again, melding seamlessly back into the life found only in a city at night.