June 19, 2000
Pairings: Established 3+4 but-- can't everybody have a little fun...? Sure they can... (now if I can only figure out how...)
Warnings: Yaoi themes. Sappy in some areas (blame it on the romantic). Angst in other areas. Incoherence and random POV switching throughout. Wet G-boys (gotta luv that!). Hmmm... and... and... is that a lemon fresh scent I smell? Hmm... strange... I can't imagine why...::coughs::
Feedback: C&C is always welcomed.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belong to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non-profit entertainment purposes.
Notes: Originally, this was planned to be a one-shot...however, this story has never gone the way it was planned. Hence I am currently working on part 8.
Recap: The boys are on downtime. A mission came in. Heero accepted and left. Duo was not happy and stormed into the house. Wufei came and comforted him. They washed and brushed each other's hair, and then fell asleep...together. Still have no clue as to what Heero's been up to.
"DUO! Up, You! It's your turn to cook breakfast!"
The blond pilot of Sandrock was combing a hand through the sun-bleached mop when he walked into his co-pilot's room--and froze, stunned, staring a full minute before snapping out of his shock. "Oh, um, never mind," he murmured to the sleeping forms on the bed, backing out of the room as quickly as he'd come.
Outside the door, Quatre leaned back against the wall, digesting what he had seen. Another full minute passed before he said or did anything.
And then...
"Duo...? and WuFEI?!"
"Did you get Duo up?" Trowa asked his lover when the smaller boy wandered into the kitchen five minutes later.
"Uh, no, not exactly," Quatre said, opening the fridge unit--avoiding his love's questioning look. "I thought I'd let him sleep in a bit. I'll make breakfast toda--"
Hands slipped around his hips and a chin rested over his shoulder, eliciting a hiss. "Gomen," Trowa winced, pulled back.
"It's not your fault. I should have planned better," the blond boy replied, turning in his lover's arms, his blue eyes sparkling up from flushed cheeks. "It's actually quite embarrassing," he went on, leaning gently against the fridge unit. "I mean, my people are from the deserts---they live their entire lives in the sun--and I spend a few hours outside and I'm a fried tomato!"
He smiled--something he found easier and easier to do the more he stayed around his lover and his friends. "You were raised on the colonies, Quatre," he said, punctuating his words with a peck on the boy's cherry-nose. "And you always hide yourself behind long sleeves..." His hands wandered from his lover's hips, over his backside and back in tiny circles.
"Like your one to talk," Quatre whispered back, his lips ghosting after Trowa's, his fingers picking at the skin-tight turtle-neck his love had retreated to.
"Hn." His lips whispered against the corners of his blond love's lips.
"Have I told you I loved you?" Quatre asked---just a tad bit breathlessly.
"Hmm..." Trowa pulled back--just a scant inch or two--just enough for radiating green eyes to stare down into clouded blue. "Not today," he whispered.
His hand cradled Trowa's head, drawing it back to his. "I..." one inch away.... "Love..." one-and-a-half... "You..." lips brushed lips, before opening, mating, loving.
Trowa's arms came up and wrapped around Quatre, pulling the boy clo---<<HISS>> Trowa winced. "Maybe we should go upstairs and put some more of that salve on," he suggested, cool fingers whispering over the red and burning shoulders and back.
Sparkling blue eyes stared up at him. "Or," Quatre said, smiling. "Maybe we should go upstairs..." His tongue swept over Trowa's lips--which parted in a gasp. Never one to let a good opportunity pass him by, Quatre's tongue delved into the warm recesses--tasting, giving, returning... loving...
"Mmmm...." Trowa replied.
He wasn't sure what pulled him away from the embrace of sleep--the tangy scent of soap that teased his nostrils... the warmth of the body pressing up against him--his chest, his torso, his--swallow--hips and legs... or the soft click of the door as it fell into place, closing. But suddenly onyx eyes snapped open, surveying his surroundings. It took him less than a minute to determine that he was not in his own room and that the body pressed against his belonged to none other than Duo Maxwell.
His eyes fluttered shut as he exhaled---and then snapped back open with a gasp.
Just what had happened last night?
He nearly sat up in bed--or, he would... if Duo's head hadn't been pillowed against his arm. Needlepoints danced up and down the limb and he settled back down into the bed. In his mind, he ran over everything that had happened the night before--and sighed with relief. No reason to have Heero after his head. At least... not... yet...
Wufei swallowed, very consciously aware of the position he was in.
Him.
Duo.
Together.
In the same bed.
Duo's head resting on his arm.
Duo's back, snuggled against his bare chest.
His own body, wrapped around Duo's--one leg thrown over the other boy's, his free arm holding him, resting over Duo's waist, his fingers resting over Duo's stomach....
He swallowed again. 'Honestly, Heero. We just slept together--No, no, no! Not like that!' his mind rehearsed.
The boy in his arms mumbled in his sleep and shifted--pressing closer. Wufie bit back a groan, sending up a very-thankful prayer to the God Duo had tried to tell him about once--thankful that Heero was away on a mission; thankful that there was no one to see his indiscretion.
'Heero would kill me,' he thought, his eyes drinking in the sight of the boy in his arms. 'Heero would kill me...' His free hand slid up the smooth golden skin of Duo's stomach. 'Heero would kill m--'
He groaned, his head falling into the warm, inviting curve of Duo's shoulder. His mouth opened over the sun-kissed kiss, his teeth grazing against its tanginess, and bite. In his arms--still asleep--Duo moaned, arching slightly... pressing closer still to Wufei's body. Repenent, his tongue darted out and laved the bruise he'd inflicted, tracing the small indentures.
"Would that I knew not how he loved you," he whispered against the bruised flesh. "Then would I make you mine..."
"Mmm," Duo murmured, shifting...and more of his body pressed against Wufei. "Heero...."
Onyx eyes snapped shut--as if to block out the stab of pain that seemed fit to slice through the center of his being. "If only," he whispered against the pulsing beat that hummed beneath his lips. "If only he hadn't placed claim upon your heart first..."
He held the sleeping boy tighter. "Then you could've been mine," he whispered, slipping back into unconsciousness.
"Mmmm," Quatre Raberba Winner moaned against the cooling bed sheets. "This is almost as sinfully delightful as strawberries and cream," he murmured, his back arching under his lover's skilled fingers.
"Oh, really?" Trowa whispered, leaning over so his lips brushed against Quatre's ear lobe.
"Mmmm..." The blonde's eyes were closed, a content-little smile caressing his angelic face.
Trowa reached for more of the lotion Rashaid had had sent to them last night when Quatre's sunburn had been discovered. He poured a generous amount into his palms, waiting a moment for the glunky stuff to warm before smearing it over his lover's raw back. His skillful fingers worked the lotion into tired muscles--and as a result, Quatre was little more than a pile of mush beneath him.
He leaned back--absently noting what a good seat Quatre's rear end made...among other things--and surveyed his work. He gave a short nod of satisfaction when he saw the deep reddening from last night had already begun to recede. "Flip," he commanded--and nearly unsettling himself when Quatre obeyed.
Quatre laid before him in a pinkened glory--and damn! if he still wasn't cute... Beginning the process again, Trowa poured more lotion into his palms and began working it into the smaller boy's reddened flesh. Beneath him, Quatre mewed in affection and delight.
"Trowa," the blond boy called softly after another moment of silence.
"Hmm?"
"What do you think of Wufei and Duo? As a couple?" One blue eye cracked open just enough to confirm the questioning, raised eyebrow that he knew would find. He smiled, and let the lid slip shut--content to concentrate on Trowa's hands moving over his body than his love's face.
"What do you mean, 'What do I think of Wufei and Duo as a couple?'" Trowa asked, smoothing the lotion over one puckered nipple and relishing the shiver that rushed through Quatre's body...only to continue through his.
"I mean, do you think they would make a good couple?"
"No."
Two blue eyes blinked opened and stared up into those of his lover. "Really?" he frowned. "Why not?"
Only one word was needed. "Heero."
Quatre's lips pursed. "Hmm... I suppose you're right, bu--"
"No," Trowa said quietly, his hands brushing over both nipples. "No 'but's."
"But, Trowa! What if they really cared for one another!"
"Then Heero would kill him," the boy answered calmly--almost too calmly.
Quatre seemed to think that over... and then... "Which one?"
"Does it matter?"
Trowa decided to end this line of conversation before it could progress farther. Pinching one nipple elicited a hurt yelp from his lover, and swooping swiftly, he stole the yelp away with a kiss.
End of Part Three: If Only...
Andrea Readwolf
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