06-July-2003
The Bathhouse Attendant
A Gundam Wing Yaoi Fic
By Andrea Readwolf andrea_readwolf @hotmail.com
Warnings: Smut, smut! Glorious smut! Nothing quite like getting fuck up the butt! Pairings: Gundam Boys x Trowa, 1+5 pre-established
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters do not belong to me; I'm just
playing with them. In addition, the idea for this fic originated from a
Trowa Contest. Unfortunately I didn't finish it in time and have since
forgotten which contest it was. Hopefully someone on list will know. ^__^;;
It was like a drug--an addiction, a rush, that quickening of desire for more. Always more. It was never enough. It didn't matter who the man was--only that he was big and horny and ready to plow away at whatever ass presented itself.
He made sure that his ass was regularly available.
He had favorites--like the little blond business man who visited the bath house at least twice a week--always on Monday and Thursday afternoons. He made sure he was well-greased and ready to go before lunch time those days. He knew well what was on the menu--his ass. Quatre, the little blond, wasn't really little at all. Not once you got him out of that stuffy suit. In fact, he was quite big, especially in certain areas. Trowa could come just thinking about Quatre's nice, big, fat, gorgeous cock. He loved to suck on it almost as much as he loved to have it shoved up inside of him.
Oh, yes, Quatre was by far his favorite of his favorite clients, but he had to admit--all of his clients were wonderful. He was probably the luckiest attendant in the bathhouse. All of his clients were very handsome (if not 'drop-dead gorgeous') young men with wonderful cocks. Trowa'd heard the horror stories that some of the other attendants had to put up with--ugly men with shriveled cocks that took forever to coax to life... They made him want to gag just thinking about it, before he reminded himself he had only beautiful men to fuck him daily.
Duo was, by far, his most out-going (and out-spoken) client. At first, Trowa had just thought it was the other man's nervousness that caused his mouth to run non-stop, but he'd quickly discovered that Duo wasn't even nervous, but he'd done this job before too! The man was just normally talkative--he talked and talked, all the time. Even during sex! For someone who had been trained to be quiet at all times, Duo's ceaseless chatter was almost like a vacation--a vacation that visited once a week, on Wednesday nights.
Trowa still remembered how strange it had been that first night the longhaired young man had walked into his room clad only in a white towel. He'd greeted Trowa like a new friend, and had every visit there after. It had at first been very strange--Duo took a delight in telling his lover exactly what he wanted to do to him--in very graphic details. Trowa had been begging for that cock before the other man was even halfway through with his descriptions--and Duo had made him wait! But, damn! It had been worth every torturous minute of it when the longhaired man followed up his narrative with accurate action of everything he promised.
Tuesdays and Fridays were a special treat for him--that's when the couple came in. Heero and Wufei had been a couple for nearing three years from what Trowa had learned, and in an attempt to add some variety and spice into their lifestyle, they'd decided to take up visiting a bathhouse. Wufei had confessed to Trowa one evening, that they had visited two other bathhouses before this one and were about to leave this one before they saw him coming in one night and asked another attendant who he was. Trowa was quite flattered, and very grateful.
The two lovers were very talented, to be sure, and they had as much fun tag-teaming him as he did. Having a cock shoved down his throat while another plowed his ass was just one step away from heaven for him--the only thing better would be to have his hands wrapped around another two or three more.
And that's when a daring plan wormed its way into his head.
End Part 1
Andrea Readwolf
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