Down The Spiral

AN: Written for mishkawelis' drabble request of Duo enjoying 'candy canes'. May the smut not be too crude.

"What do you think?"

Quatre hung up the last dark red glass ornament at one of the lower branches of the tree, and looked up to the star Duo had just stuck at the top of the wilting pine tree. He put the empty box aside. "Looks just fine, Duo." He watched as Duo stepped down from the wobbly chair he'd used to reach that high, glad to see his friend safely back on the floor. It was bad enough one of them had recently spent a month at the hospital.

The thought made him reach for the wound in his abdomen. Certainly, it was healing nicely, and the doctors had informed him it might not even leave a scar. Dorothy had at least been rather direct when she had impaled him on her rapier.

Still, the last month was not a time he'd look back on with joy. It was good to be outside of the white, sterile walls again - and with the war finally over, they all finally had time to calm down and enjoy life for a bit.

This was why they were about to celebrate Christmas, though it was threateningly close to February. It had been Quatre's idea. The rest of the pilots had quickly agreed to come, as had the select few others they had later agreed to invite.

Of course, they weren't celebrating for religious reasons. Except maybe... "Hey, Duo?"

"Yeah?"

"How do you usually celebrate Christmas?"

He scratched his neck as he eyed Quatre uncertainly. "Well... Can't say I have any usual way of doing it. Only ever really went through Christmas once. Never quite got all the ceremonial stuff." He glanced down at his collar, and with a grin he tugged at it. "Don't let appearances fool you."

Quatre nodded, accepting this.

"What about you? I thought you leaned more towards reformed Islam, not any form of Christianity."

He started to smile. "It's been quite a while since Christmas was a purely Christian holiday, Duo. It shifted towards a secular commercial holiday long ago. Like many companies, Winner Enterprises profits well on Christmas." He paused, gave Duo another glance. "I mean no offense."

He raised both palms. "None taken."

Quatre studied the tree again. "Maybe I shouldn't have asked Heero to buy a tree for us..."

"Oh? Anything wrong with this one?"

Giving his friend a look, he pointed to the small gathering of brown needles at the round rug below the tree. The needles stuck on the branches weren't looking quite healthy, either. "A used tree?"

Duo shrugged. "A tree is a tree. Sure, it has faded a bit, but it's still a nice tree. Why kill another innocent pine?" He brushed his fingers along a length of tinsel, then snagged one of the red and white candy canes. He eyed it for a moment, brushed away a couple of light brown needles, then licked at the end of it.

Quatre frowned. "Those are meant as decoration, not food, Duo."

Again, Duo shrugged it off. "Shame to waste food like that. Perfectly edible."

"They should be. Wufei bought them yesterday."

"Leftover sale, right? These have got to be made last September, or something. Still good, though."

There was no reason to deny that. It was quite possible they'd been made many years ago, for that matter. Quatre had read many things in internal reports that told of how a ridiculously long shelf life some so-called perishable products had. The public knew of them. Most of them, at least.

Duo slipped the butt of the cane out of his mouth for a moment. "So, when do we eat?"

He leaned up against the wall. "Well... As soon as Trowa says dinner's done, I guess. Probably another couple of hours. All the guests haven't arrived yet, and I think Heero and Wufei went to the store for a couple of things Trowa was missing."

"Never pictured Trowa as a born cook."

Quatre's lips curled to a slight smile. "Good with knives."

Duo pointed the cane in Quatre's direction. "Point." He then popped the length back in his mouth, pushing it in as far as he could, the butt of the curved handle nudging his chin. Slowly, he pulled it out again, only to slide the candy in once more. He made no attempt at disguising his sloppy sucking sounds either.

Quatre felt his mouth run dry when Duo decided to simply lick at the very tip, flicking his tongue against the cane. Duo was making quite a spectacle of the candy, and it went straight for Quatre's crotch. He could feel heat pool in his stomach, and he knew it was not because of his recent injury. It would only be a matter of seconds before he'd sport a visible bulge - and to think the comfortable, thin flannel pants had seemed like a good idea that morning...

He thought to step away, take a walk in the hallway and attempt to rid himself of some of the images Duo's cane play had put in his mind.

He never got that far, caught up in staring at Duo's lips as he continued to lap at the tip once more, then engulf the candy cane and shove it inside his mouth, even tilting the handle to get it deeper. There was no doubt it reached the back of his throat, and the moan he'd made while swallowing the striped candy made Quatre's pulse miss a beat.

Gently, Duo tugged the sweet rod out, gave it a few fast pumps, then took it out to lick it carefully underneath, handle to tip.

Only then did he look at Quatre, giving him a smirk while his lips still touched the end of the cane. Duo's gaze wandered from Quatre's face down to his hand, currently trying to cover his crotch. Duo met Quatre's eyes and winked at him.

Embarrassed, Quatre turned away, starting to frown. So, he was gay, and Duo's little play had turned him on. He'd not hid his preferences from the others, but he'd hardly preached the matter either. In truth, it had been none of their business - unless they had an active interest in him, and he returned it.

What subtle signals he'd seen, he had not dared act upon. This was probably going to be another of those times.

He heard Duo slurp at the candy again, moan as he sucked it in deep. He sent a glare at Duo over his shoulder, growing more frustrated than embarrassed. "Would you quit sucking on the candy cane like that?"

Duo slipped it out with a loud pop. "What, don't like the way my mouth works? I get that sometimes."

Quatre opened his mouth to retort, but the reply stuck somewhere down his throat.

A wide grin flashed him. "Or is it that you want my mouth to work... something else?"

He drew a quick breath, saw Duo all but stare at his waist. Quatre faced forward and balled his right fist, but didn't answer. Then again, the bulge in his pants spoke for him - and quite loudly.

Not liking being ignored, Duo resumed his cane play, going ever more vocal about it.

Caught between wanting to run away and wanting to assault Duo, Quatre remained as frozen. At length, he was able to turn around, only to see Duo shoving the candy stick repeatedly into his mouth in fast, deep thrusts, eyes closed in enjoyment. Even in his baggy black pants, the outlines of a bump was visible.

He caught Quatre staring when he abruptly stopped, popping the cane out of his mouth, grinning at Quatre. "It's no cock, but it tastes sweet."

He gaped, not so much for the words themselves; it had been obvious what Duo was simulating. It was more the fact that Duo had a basis for comparison. If he wasn't gay, Quatre reasoned he was at least bi.

Again, Duo flashed Quatre a wide smirk, only to glance down. "Mind if I help myself?"

Those words still rung in Quatre's ears by the time Duo had tossed the candy leftovers into the fireplace, knelt down before him and undid the drawstring of his flannels. He tugged Quatre's pants and underwear down to his knees and coaxed him back against the wall before cupping his erection, pausing but a moment to admire it. Tentatively, he rolled back foreskin and swiped his tongue across the tip, sending shivers up Quatre's spine, making him ball his fists again.

Duo teased his tongue along the slit, tasting the salty precome that had gathered. "Nice one..." he murmured, and before Quatre could gather enough thought to say anything at all, he took most of it into his warm, wet mouth, swiping his tongue along the base. He relaxed his throat and grabbed at Quatre's buns, pushing him forward until his cock was reaching Duo's throat, his nose buried in stiff, blond pubes. Taking a deep breath of Quatre's strong scent, he squeezed Quatre's butt, felt the blond twitch deep inside him. It felt good.

While Quatre might at one point have thought to object to Duo's advances, such thoughts - as most others - had long since fled his mind. Whatever stragglers were left behind took off as Duo pulled back and started bobbing his head, broad strokes of tongue along Quatre's base, a warm palm slipping around to massage his already tightening sac.

Unable to resist, unable to think, Quatre acted on instincts, on urges and desires. He put his hands on Duo's head, dug his fingers into the brown hair, and it was with great restraint he stopped himself from thrusting into Duo's receiving face.

It would only be a matter of time now. His balls were loaded, and he wanted nothing more than to shoot down Duo's throat. The warmth kept building up, the tingle started, and he finally heard himself moan, alternating between Duo's name and incomprehensible, guttural sounds, some of which echoed Duo's.

Therefore, he groaned in annoyance as the warmth enveloping his dick vanished. The chill air of the room took the edge off. He glared down as Duo pulled his pink cotton shirt up higher. As Duo kissed the scar at Quatre's abdomen, his cock throbbed against Duo's cheek, craving further, immediate attention.

It was rare that Quatre ever begged for anything, not only because he was in need for very little given his wealth, but also because he found other ways to get what he wanted. Now, however, the need was urgent, and he didn't have time or thought to work around it. "Duo..." he muttered between ragged breaths.

"Don't want you to come just yet," Duo replied, already getting to his feet. He gave Quatre a quick peck on the cheek and stepped over to the table where they'd wrapped presents earlier that day. He found what he was looking for and hurried back, kneeling before Quatre again.

The blond eyed the roll of thin, red gift wrapping ribbon suspiciously, especially as Duo unrolled a good length of it, biting it off. Duo's fingers worked quickly, tying a tight loop around the base of Quatre's erection, shaping a makeshift cockring.

It bit into his skin, but Quatre gritted his teeth. He could bear a little pain, if it only brought him back between Duo's lips.

As the ribbon encircled his balls, then was wrapped around to divide them, fastening the harness at his base again, his confidence started to waver. While this was not directly painful, it certainly wasn't comfortable. He hissed as Duo tightened the harness, watched as Duo secured the ribbon at his base and proceeded to twirl the remainder end up along his cock, right up to his swollen head.

Duo snickered. "Look at that, my very own candy cane..."

Quatre might have remarked, had not Duo chosen that moment to lick viciously at the tip, alternating the broad flat of his tongue with the edge teasing the slit. Even with the support of the wall, Quatre's legs started buckling under him, and he fisted Duo's hair, fighting the urge to pull at it, push Duo's head down on him.

He close to whimpered when Duo relented, only to suck a sharp breath as Duo moved down his shaft to suck in one of his tight balls, rubbing his tongue against it. Quatre's erection throbbed in mid-air, and the untied end of the ribbon started unraveling. Between pants, he heard Duo mutter "Christmas nuts, too..."

He felt Duo move to the other side, taking the testicle between his lips and pressing down, as if he were to crack it.

Quatre shifted to slip it inside, and Duo mirrored the treatment of its twin.

The blond's knees threatened to give in again, and he welcomed Duo's hands at his hips, steadying him for a moment. He watched as Duo took in his cockhead again, bobbing it in and out of his mouth, picking up speed. He rubbed Quatre's aching shaft, picked at the makeshift cockring. He pulled back, licked up another pulse of precome and smirked up at Quatre.

"You want to fuck my mouth, don't you?"

"Yes!" Quatre heard himself cry out, voice close to breaking. "Hell, yes!"

Grinning, Duo teased his tongue against Quatre's slit, delighted to see Quatre shiver. "Okay, then..."

With nimble fingers, he undid the ribbon harness, and he'd barely gotten it off before Quatre grabbed his head and thrust down his throat, burying Duo's nose in his pubes again.

Duo didn't move, only relaxed his throat, letting Quatre shove as deep as he wanted. While not anywhere near small, Quatre wasn't a monster, for which Duo was glad. He knew he couldn't keep his gag reflex in check for very long, but going by Quatre's moans, it wouldn't take long at all - and his lips weren't even puffy yet.

Still, at the fourth time Quatre rammed his abdomen into Duo's nose, he chose to retake control, well aware Quatre was close to losing what little he had left. He grabbed Quatre's hips and firmly coaxed them back, maintaining the same quick rhythm in his bobs, albeit he didn't go as deep. Instead, he played Quatre with his tongue, and to great effect.

Quatre carried Duo's name with a deep, guttural growl, and the first shot hit the back of Duo's throat. Acting fast, Duo slipped the cock out of his mouth, closed his palm around it and pumped fast, moving the pulsing cock around his face, smearing Quatre's spurts against his cheeks, above the bridge of his nose, across a closed eye, along his forehead, over his lips, using Quatre's dickhead as a brush against his face.

Quatre merely watched, mesmerized, out of breath, his knees buckling the moment Duo let go of him. He slid down along the wall, crashing his bare ass to the cold floor, the sensation barely registering in the flood of rapture, the blood singing in his ears.

He stared as Duo licked his fingers, then the edges of his mouth, tasting Quatre's come. Duo flashed Quatre a grin. "You know, for such a sweet guy, you've got a bitter load..."

He tried to muster a smile, ending at a silly grin instead. Then, he looked at Duo's covered face, a fat drop threatening to trail down his cheek.

Duo suspected without being asked. "I read somewhere that sperm is a great facial cream. Thought I'd try it out." With that, he leaned down to take Quatre's fast limping erection into his mouth again, rubbing his balls and licking the head clean of the last few drops.

Only then did it dawn on Quatre where they were. Hell, Trowa was right downstairs! Had he heard- His eyes went wide, and his heart started beating fast again, albeit for different reasons.

Duo sat back up, snickering softly as he saw Quatre's panicked expression.

"You've got to clean your face before the others get here!" Quatre glanced down, saw the sweat stains coming through his shirt at the armpits and down his chest. "We got to clean up! Heero and Wufei could be back any minute, and Trowa might come to check on us, and-"

Duo leaned in to kiss him, square on the lips, giving him a taste of himself. Quatre slumped together, relaxing, as Duo's tongue invaded his mouth, the raw, sharp tang of himself mixing with the sweet remnants of the candy cane and Duo's own masked flavor. "Why?" Duo commented at the first break for air. "The guys all know I'm a cocksucker." At Quatre's questioning expression, he grinned wide. "Believe me, they know."

Quatre started to understand what he meant, and he must have gaped, judging from Duo's soft laughter.

"Yeah, I've done them all, Q. You were the last one. I hesitated in making a move with you 'cause I wasn't sure you'd be up for it." Again, he snickered. "I guess you were, blondie."

His heart slumped a bit. He'd hoped-

"We can do this again later, if you want. I enjoyed your dick."

At that, Quatre's brows closed, and he looked away, disgruntled.

Duo raised a deflective grin. "Hey, I like you too, Quatre, don't get me wrong. Just not sure I'm someone you should think of as potential boyfriend material. I like my independence, if you know what I mean." He touched a knuckle at Quatre's chin, tilting his head to meet his eyes again. "But I suppose we could try, if you want..."

"...I'll... think about it," Quatre said.

"Okay," Duo replied, satisfied. He wasn't blind to Quatre's hurt feelings, but at least he'd been dead honest. In time, he might settle for just one cock - one man - and Quatre was definitely a fine man. There were far more places than Quatre's crotch Duo could think of licking, sucking, perhaps even bite at - but all of that would be sorted out in due time, if they decided they wanted to try monogamy. For now, the present would have to be enough. "You know," Duo started. "Maybe I'll ask the others for another taste. Been a while since I blew Wufei."

Quatre eyed him. "Making comparisons?"

"Maybe..." Duo said with a smirk. "Bottom line, I like the taste and feel of cock in my mouth, that's all. My little kink." He briefly looked down at Quatre's groin. "Or not so little." He snickered. "And you guys are all different. I like to vary my diet."

With a snort, Quatre stumbled to his feet, hiked up his underwear and made a lax knot of the drawstring. "I'm going to the bathroom to clean up. Coming?"

Duo touched his cheek. "Sure, I think my facial mask is just about ready to come off."

The blond grunted and turned on his heel.

"Oh, and Quatre?"

"Yeah?"

"If I blow any of you guys later, I'll make sure not to soil Christmas for you."

He flagged a brow.

Duo flashed him a grin. "I promise I'll swallow every drop."

-end-