Title: Wrapped Around Your Finger
Author: ralphiere
Pairing: 1x2x1
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual situations, language, AU, Duo's POV
Disclaimer: Don't own them, and don't fret, none of the characters are minors.
Notes: This is a follow up of sorts to Slackers, written for challenge #203 - slack.

Challenge #213 - advantage written for gw500

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"Don't you ever lock your door?"

Until that moment I'd been sleeping quite peacefully under the weight of Heero's arm, content for the first time in who knows how long, and leave it to Quatre to fuck that up. "Don't you ever knock?"

"What? And miss the view?" I opened my eyes to glare at Quatre only to find a smirk on his face and an evil glint in his eye. Following his gaze I turned my head to see Heero sprawled on his stomach besides me, the blanket we'd been sharing kicked down to the foot of the bed on his side. Part of me wanted to be irritated with Quatre for ogling Heero's ass, but once I got a good look myself I couldn't fault him - Heero's ass was a fucking beautiful thing.

Turning back to Quatre I yawned and stretched, a bit bummed when Heero pulled his arm back leaving my chest suddenly cold. "You going to tell me why you're here?"

"I was curious." Quatre shrugged before making himself at home and falling down next to me on the futon. He nudged me with an impatient sigh, and I moved closer to Heero to give Quatre more room, the heat of Heero's naked body warming me instantly. "I just had to see who was so important that you had to go home last night."

"Please!" I laughed, shaking my head. "You're submerged in a cuddle puddle with both Trowa and Wufei and you're jealous?"

"Not jealous, curious - there's a difference." Quatre grinned, slipping his hand between my legs to brace himself and cocking his head towards Heero. "Trowa's friend, the silent and brooding one, right?"

Before I could answer Heero lifted his head and glared at the two of us, looking incredibly sexy under his disgruntled scowl. "Could you two please not have your gossip session six inches from my head?" He rolled over to his back and threw his arm across his face, completely careless of his nudity. "What time is it anyway?"

"One-thirty," Quatre said, his tone way too chipper for a guy who'd probably been fucking well into morning. He took his time exploring Heero with his eyes, and it was starting to grate on me. "Not a morning person, are you?"

"I'm a morning person," Heero muttered, not moving his arm. "But it's not morning, is it?"

"Oh, I like this one, Duo." Quatre wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, leaning closer to my face. "You keeping him?"

I could feel Heero stiffen slightly next to me, and Quatre had suddenly gone beyond grating to pissing me off. "Fuck off, Quat." I gave him a shove and he barely caught himself before he hit the floor.

"My aren't we testy?" Quatre chuckled, standing up and walking over to the refrigerator. He opened the door and took his time looking before he pulled out a beer and opened it with his teeth, spitting the bottle cap in my direction. "And to think I left two gorgeous guys alone in bed to come to see you."

"Tell me again why you're here?" I growled as I sat up, swinging my legs to the floor. Reaching over, I grabbed my jeans and slid them over my legs before standing and pulling them the rest of the way up. I ignored the mock pout on Quatre's face as I fastened my jeans. Glancing over my shoulder I looked at Heero, who'd lowered his arm and was looking at me with an unreadable expression on his face. I gave him what I hoped looked like an apologetic smile and turned my attention on Quatre. "I'm too fucking tired and hung over to play your games, Quatre, so you might as well cut to the chase."

"Oh alright! Seriously, Duo, you're no fun at all today," Quatre said in exasperation, shaking his head sadly for affect. "I was bummed that you took off last night and was hoping I could entice you to play, take full advantage of a lazy Sunday afternoon." He shot the futon a longing look, and ran his gaze slowly over Heero. "You have to admit it could be fun."

"No." I found myself suddenly getting angry and wasn't entirely sure why. I'd been fucking around with Quatre, Trowa and Wufei alone and in any and all combinations for years now, but the thought of dragging Heero into that pissed me off. The other three were good friends sure, but they were fuck buddies in every way - sex with them didn't mean anything. I didn't want that with Heero, I wanted it to mean something. Quatre must've been reading my mind, because the sneaky smirk that suddenly spread across his face made me incredibly uncomfortable.

"No? Are you answering for Heero too?" Quatre downed his beer, slamming the empty bottle on the counter before crossing the room and looking down at Heero. "Hmm, Heero? Are you already so wrapped around his finger that you're letting him answer for you?"

In all the years we'd been friends I'd never wanted to punch Quatre so much as I did then. My hands were fisted instantly, and I was furious. I turned my attention to Heero, wondering what he must be thinking of this display. God, he'd never want to talk to me again after this. Heero was looking right at me, the corners of his mouth quirking up slightly. He didn't take his eyes off me as he spoke, directing every word to Quatre.

"Yeah, I'm that wrapped up." Heero stretched, arching up and displaying the way his muscles moved under skin. He sat up with a sigh, turning to stare pointedly at Quatre. "If you don't mind I'd like to be a little more wrapped up in Duo, and we don't need an audience."

I snorted out a laugh, I couldn't help it - the expression on Quatre's face was priceless. The guy was so used to getting what he wanted that he almost didn't know how to react. I wanted to ask him what it felt like to be denied, but I bit my tongue instead. When I saw him redden slightly I started to feel bad, even though he was acting like a douche, Quatre was still my friend.

"Thanks for the offer, Quat, but I think we're set." I stepped up to him and slung my arm around his shoulder, guiding him to the door. I kissed his cheek, speaking softly in his ear, "I really like this one, please don't be difficult."

Quatre turned to look at me, the smile on his face genuine. "I'm glad." He swung open the door, waving over his shoulder. "Very nice seeing you, Heero."

I ignored his suggestive tone and closed the door when Quatre was barely out, resisting the urge to lean against it in relief. I looked over at Heero, who was sitting on the futon leaning against the wall gloriously naked, and grinned sheepishly. "Sorry about that. The guys don't always know when to lay off."

Heero shrugged, his expression closing up even more. "It's none of my business."

Fuck. If Quatre were to walk back through the door I would've busted his jaw for sure. I was fucking up before I really started, and had no idea how to fix it. I hadn't had an actual boyfriend in so long that I didn't know how to act, not that Heero was my boyfriend, but man I wanted him to be. It wasn't even about the sex, I'd had more than my share over the last couple of years - I just wanted someone to be with.

"What if I want it to be your business?" I was standing in the middle of the room with my hands stuffed in the pocket of my jeans, feeling out of place in my own apartment. Heero shrugged again, a flicker of what I'd like believe to be hope playing across his face. "God, I wish I had knocked Quatre on his ass while I had him here!"

"I don't care about Quatre." Heero's voice was low, but he was looking at me with a small smile, and that was something. "What would you have done if I'd taken Quatre up on his offer?"

I frowned at the thought. "Been pissed off."

"Why?" Heero asked seriously. I couldn't quite tell where he was going, but figured I couldn't go wrong being honest.

"Because I like you, and don't want to share."

"What do you have with Quatre and the others?"

"Nothing." I shrugged, pulling my hands from my pockets and crossing them over my bare chest. "They're good friends of mine, friends with benefits I guess. It's not like I'm dating any of them, or would date them really."

"And me?" Heero's smile widened and I bit my tongue before calling him a cocky bastard. If I hadn't noticed it before I did now, the man was confidence incarnate.

"You?" I gave up my position in the middle of the room and moved to the futon. I sat facing him, my jean-clad knee nudging his bare thigh. "I was sort of hoping we could be a bit more exclusive."

"Not friends with benefits?" He asked, quirking his eyebrow in question.

"Definitely not friends with benefits."

"Then it's all good." Heero slid his fingers into the top of my jeans and tugged. I wasn't quite sure what had just happened, but I knew that things were indeed good.

He pulled me against him and kissed me long and hard. When we separated I could see how the kiss had affected him out of the corner of my eye, feeling the same results trapped in the confines of my jeans. He leaned in quickly and bit my lip to get my attention, and I've never seen such intensity in the depths of anyone's eyes before.

"Duo, if we're going to try this, being ... exclusive, then I want to be the only one you're fucking. Whether being with them meant anything to you or not I don't care, I won't share you like that if we're going to be together."

Now some men might balk with such an ultimatum, might be pissed at being told what to do, but I'd had my freedom to do whatever or whoever I liked for far to long. I didn't want that anymore, I wanted someone to care that I came back to them while knowing they were coming back to me too. Only me.

"Not a problem." I moved to straddle his lap, looking down at his face. "As long as I get the same promise."

Heero nodded once. "Is it a promise then?" He asked, touching my face and making me shiver.

"It's a promise," I answered seriously before closing the distance between us and kissing him again. The way he kissed back, with such possessiveness and tenderness all rolled into one, flooded me with relief. I hadn't fucked everything up before it started. I pulled away and pressed my forehead against his, my breath hitching when he grabbed my ass.

"Does it bother you that I was fucking them? Because they're still going to be my friends even if I'm not sleeping with them."

"I understand that, Trowa's my friend too," Heero grabbed my ass harder, pulling our bodies closer together. "It's history now, nothing that I have to concern myself with."

I was humbled and awed by his trust in me. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet," Heero whispered, flipping me off his lap and flat on my back. Before I could register what he'd done, he'd already unfastened my pants and my jeans were being tugged off and thrown aside. He kneeled between my spread legs, looking smugly down at me. "You can thank me when I'm done."

"Cocky bastard," I gasped as he kissed up my thigh and nuzzled his cheek against my erection. He might've murmured a response, but I'd lost the ability to comprehend anything beyond sensation once he took me into his mouth.

The way Heero touched me, and the way he responded to my touches left me with no doubt in my mind that I'd made the right choice taking him home with me last night. The expression on his face as he pushed inside of me left me with no regrets, and the way we moved together as day eased slowly into night made me the happiest person in the world.

It was dusk by the time we were both lying on the futon, sweaty, sated and happy. With every moment that passed I knew that I'd give up everything just to be with this man. He was possessive and demanding, yet tender and giving, and every touch spoke so eloquently of what he was feeling inside. Just lying in his arms made me feel more secure than any vows of love or promises of fidelity could.

"I'm happy," I whispered more to myself than him, the revelation too great to keep inside. I lifted my head from where it was resting against his chest and looked up into his face.

He opened his eyes and looked down at me, a smile opening his relaxed features. "That's all I could ask for."

"And you?" I tried to hide the seriousness of the question with a teasing tone and a poke in the ribs. "Happy?"

"Yes," Heero answered, tightening his arms around me. "Surreal, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but we'll get used to it." I stretched and kissed his chin before I snuggled back against his chest. "Did you mean what you said? To Quatre?"

Heero snorted, giving me a squeeze. "Yeah, but don't let it go to your head."

I twirled a lock of his hair around my finger and gave a small tug. "Too bad, it's already there."

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