Using his elbow, Duo hits the sensor required to open the room, and it does with a hiss that reminds Zechs of the way doors seal in space. Space makes him think of colonies, which makes him think of Duo again, and he uses the grip on Duo’s arm to yank him close with enough force that their chests are pressed together.
“Together,” he insists, hearing the growl in his own voice, a trace of Command in it, but not quite. Just enough to flavor the words.
Irritation flashes in Duo’s eyes in response, but he says, “I already told you together. Do you think I lied?”
Using his heel, Duo kicks the door wide and tugs them both in before Zechs can begin to yank at his clothing, and then they’re in the room.
When Duo realizes that Zechs has been roofied with the newest, most terrible drug on the market, he's got two choices--Let Zechs suffer alone or submit to the other alpha and try to ride out the high.
My notes: Another foray into the Gundam Wing Omegaverse, this time with an unusual alpha-alpha pairing, along with the author's excellent mastery of sexy non-consent. CW for nonconsentual druge use and rough-but-not-traumatic sex.