June 13, 2000
::shrugs:: I guess I'm still on my Heero as uke kick...
Have fun...feel free to MST if ya want...it's that bad...
ja ne
~ana~
"I'd say you want to do more than talk," Heero commented flatly. "You have my attention. Now talk."
A brief flicker of...something...passed over her face before her cheery mask righted itself. "You, me, Duo. This isn't working for me, Heero."
"What's not working for you?" he snapped. Relena reeled back, clutching her chest in mock horror.
"He's really gotten to you, hasn't he?" Seeing a wince of pain flash over his handsome features, she pressed on. "You've convinced yourself that you love him, haven't you? You're being foolish, Heero. Duo is nothing more than a convenient fuck--"
"Shut up, okay?" Heero yelled, spinning around and shaking her firmly, hands locked over her shoulders. "Just shut up, Relena!"
"Heero. Show me that you've still got the edge, love. Show me the real Heero Yuy." Helpless, caught between a strange love that was taking root in his heart, and the need to possess, to prove himself, his eyes squeezed shut and his pretty mouth screwed up into a frown.
"Take Quatre. He's decided to be completely loyal to Trowa and not mess around. Show me and show him that those are empty promises. If..." she added, setting down her wine glass and stepping closer.
A finger darted down his back, tracing his spine. He shivered, his body reacting to her touch, even as his mind began to shut down. He had promised himself...
"...you've..."
She kissed him firmly, tongue slipping into his mouth, pinning him to the bed with her hips. Her bright blue eyes looked into his, and they smiled with triumph.
"...still..."
He needed to forget Duo, to forget that the violet-eyed long- haired baka ever existed. He began to tug at Relena's clothes, kissing back with all his skill, tracing her lips with his tongue. Pushing aside any moral thoughts, Heero laid back and let her have her way with him. It was easier than thinking, than breathing, than moving.
"...got it..."
She paused long enough to kick the door shut, and then descended on him again like flies on rotting meat.
Relena watched him sleep, watched his smooth chest rise and fall, hairless like a baby's face. She would never forget the look on his face as she rammed the dildo deep inside of him, face bunched up in fierce concentration. He thought he was going to take her? She giggled at the thought. No, Relena Darlian had to be in control. She would not relinquish this strange power she had over Heero for anything. Not anyone could bed him, and soon, no one would be able to wed him either.
He was all hers.
She slipped the black box from inside the dresser drawer of her nightstand into the palm of her hand, and pulled the cover up with a soft 'click'. The gorgeous Japanese boy moaned in sleep and turned over, tousled brown hair falling into his eyes in wavy falls. Taking his cool hand in hers, she carefully slipped the gold ring onto his finger, frowning as it hung loosely around the base of his ring finger. Too big, then. Heero had hands like a woman, she reflected.
No matter. It was the symbolism that mattered, not the little things. Heero was hers...
Now and forever.
And if that stupid bimbo Duo Maxwell tried to take him away from her, she'd kill him. There would be no hesitation, no second thoughts. Just her long red nails, ripping into the smooth pearlescent skin of his face, gorging his eyes out. Those violet orbs would no longer look on *her* Heero with such blatant lust.
She considered herself to be an expert at reading emotions, even more so than Heero. Heero had been slowly falling in love with Duo, of that she was sure. He chased no one else with such passion and single minded devotion. The night before as they made love, Relena had rescinded the agreement and the bet was now off. There was no point; afterall, they'd already made love.
Brother and sister. She supposed that it should disgust her, to be having sex with her step-brother. But he was an excellent lay, and they weren't *really* related. Mummy and Daddy would never know...
Well, she supposed they would find out eventually. But even then, she had already taken great pains to get rid of them quickly and efficiently. Heero would thank her later.
Heero wasn't at all surprised when the doorbell rang at 7:00. Relena had mentioned that someone might be coming over later... He absently wondered who it was as he went to get the door; with Relena, you could never tell. Hell, she might be fucking all six of her professors on the side as well as a few girls. She was a mystery like that.
A very anxious Quatre stood on the doorstep, hands folded neatly in front of him, head bowed, sending a stray piece of blonde hair into his eyes. He could almost see his shoulders trembling, and reached out a steadying hand. "Quatre?"
The blonde boy jumped as his hand hit his shoulder, the contact cushioned by the oversized wool coat he wore. "Heero," he said faintly, only then daring to look up into those burning eyes. He had no idea what effect those eyes had on others, Quatre realized, mouth contorting in shock.
Heero watched the blonde boy's face burn with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. How utterly...virginal. He was about to invite Quatre in when suddenly on a bubble of memory, Relena's words floated into his mind.
["Heero. Show me that you've still got the edge, love. Show me the real Heero Yuy." Helpless, caught between a strange love that was taking root in his heart, and the need to possess, to prove himself, his eyes squeezed shut and his pretty mouth screwed up into a frown.
"Take Quatre. He's decided to be completely loyal to Trowa and not mess around. Show me and show him that those are empty promises. If..."]
If you've still got it.
Well, damn if he'd let Relena show him up. The bitch knew nothing about him. Heero Yuy was the best there was and he'd prove it. "Quatre," he purred, stepping outside, wincing as the cool spring air stung his bare arms. He wore only an olive green tanktop and faded cutoffs that were just barely more than briefs, and as tight. "Damn, it's cold out here." He looked pointedly at Quatre, who was about to take off his jacket when Heero stopped him. "It's big enough to share," he said coyly, though they both knew that wasn't true.
Snuggling in close to the shorter boy, he let one long arm snake behind his back and drape over Quatre's chest, casually caressing a nipple to hardness with the flat of his palm. "Thanks, Quatre," he said, voice perfectly serious, a very insincere smile on his face.
"Heero, Relena said--"
He put his hand over the blonde Winner boy's mouth, silencing him with a serious stare. "I don't care what Relena said. She can go fuck herself for all I care."
"H-heero, Trowa--"
"Shush, love," he whispered, and kissed Quatre deeply, taking advantage of his surprise to press his hips forward, slowly grinding their cocks together. He felt Quatre harden almost immediately, and he at last began to thrust back, urgently, little whimpering noises coming from the very back of his throat.
Heero gently pushed him to the bench off to the side of the door, straddling him so that their erections were still rubbing together, causing a delicious sensation that started in his groin and spread through his entire body. They were still covered by the large coat, almost like a blanket tenting over their frantic lovemaking. He leaned down and traced tiny loops with his tongue over Quatre's ear. His victim moaned, and, sensing weakness, Heero quickly pressed his advantage, ripping his shirt open, buttons flying haphazardly through the air.
He bowed his head and let the soft silk of his long bangs play over the other boy's nipples, rocking his head back and forth slowly until he heard Quatre's breathing become increasingly erratic. Pant. Pant pant. Too fast, he decided, and backed away, pulling himself to his feet, but not before he let his bare thighs brush over the blonde boy's erection. The coat fell to the ground unceremoniously, forgotten.
"Heero," he begged, his body taking over his conscious mind as his hips lifted off the bench. The Japanese boy shook his head, a naughty smile spreading over his full lips. Quatre felt a growing desire inside of him, stoked by the awakening of his own sexual preference, and now set to a blaze by the gorgeous creature that was teasing him so mercilessly. All he wanted now was to be taken, to be thrown to the ground and fucked relentlessly until he was out of his mind with pleasure. He heard the sound of a zipper, and looked up to see Heero sliding his jean shorts off, joining his tank top on the cement. He winced as he saw that he was wearing no underwear, but Heero didn't seem to be bothered by it at all.
Quatre drank in the sight of his naked body even as Heero advanced, a distinctly predatory gleam in his blue eyes and in his half-smirk. He immediately changed his mind as Heero bent over before him, wiggling his ass playfully, the firm, pale flesh begging for his touch. He wanted to drive his cock into this young, lithe body presented to him, to spread his legs and thrust deeply inside, feeling his heat contract around him even as his legs wrapped around his waist.
With a low growl, Quatre pulled Yuy up into his lap, hardness pressing into his buttocks. In a swift motion, hands clenched around Heero's waist, he lifted him over his cock and then simply let go, dropping him onto his rock-hard erection.
Heero let out a cry of pain as he was impaled onto Quatre's penis. The force had not been enough, and only the head had managed to push past the ring of muscle, rubbing deliciously against his inner walls. His body writhed, caught between pain and pleasure. Yet he was supposed to be making *Quatre* dizzy with pleasure, not come like a virgin with an experienced whore. Fighting for control, he closed his eyes and pushed down the rest of the way, a brief flash of agony tearing through him. The pain quickly settled down to a dull throb. Heero let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding; it would have been painful and slow-going if his body couldn't adjust to Quatre's cock.
Heero was so tight, it was amazing. Would Trowa be this tight? he wondered vaguely before he was swept away into a rhythm of pounding and thrusting that was making him dizzy. "Heero," he groaned, pumping once, twice, and then coming with a great gasp. The cold air burned his lungs in contrast to the warmth in his groin.
The Japanese boy fell forward, limp, his own erection painful in its need and intensity. "Don't congratulate yourself just yet," he rasped dryly. "So you know about taking pleasure. That's great for you. What about giving pleasure? Do you think Trowa wants to just lay down and be fucked?" Quatre blushed, but shook his head.
"Have you ever given a blow job before? Don't answer, that's a rhetorical question. I know you haven't. You're probably terrible at it. But..." Heero stood up, gathering Quatre in his arms, and led them inside to the spare room on the first floor. Then he gently pushed the blonde boy down to his knees, gripping the back of his head with strong fingers. "Practice makes perfect."
Quatre eyed Heero's erection suspiciously, as if it were something that would suddenly jump up and bite his head off. "I don't--" he began shyly.
"Just start and I'll tell you what feels good. No teeth!" he added sharply as Quatre bent down, mouth slightly parted. For a few agonizing moments, he simply watched Heero's cock, breathing lightly over the head. Heero had to remain completely motionless to keep from thrusting his hips.
Then his tongue darted out and caressed the slit at the head of his penis. "Ungh..."
Quatre pulled away. "Is something wrong?" he asked anxiously. Heero shook his head and motioned for him to continue. The blonde boy studied Heero's cock intently. He was going to get this right if it killed him!
End Part Seven
Ariana
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