I'm not nearly witty enough to write Denny/Alan, though I love them dearly. I don't think I can make them justice ^^;;

I hope you like the 4x2.

Scream

Duo kept his eyes on the mirror. He was kneeling on all fours on the floor, naked, his braid disheveled and his skin flushed. Behind him Quatre knelt, wearing nothing but a loose deep blue tie, hands grabbing Duo's hips. Quatre's eyes were half closed and every time Duo swung his hips Quatre's lips would part, letting out a strangled breath.

The mirror had been a genius idea. It allowed Duo to keep his eyes on Quatre, see the desire in Quatre's face. Now and then, when their eyes met, Quatre would mouth dirty words, words he never said out loud and that Duo desperately wanted to hear coming out of Quatre's mouth.

Duo would give them voice. One curse after another every time a wave of pleasure hit him, and with Quatre there were a lot of those. Hell, damn, bitch, shit, fuck, yeah! Over and over. And Quatre would mouth the words silently, but when he came, when he came he would scream, louder than Duo, finally letting himself go.

Eyes on the mirror, studying Quatre's face, Duo moved his hips faster, more desperately. He wanted to hear that scream… fuck yeah!