29-Apr-2002
Title: Promise of the Rings
Series: A Matter of Heart
Arc: Dance of the Heart #4
By: Andrea Readwolf
Email: andrea_readwolf@hotmail.com or andrea_readwolf@hotmail.com
Rating: YA-Adult
Pairings: 3+4 (4x3/3x4), 1+2+5 (2x1/2x1, 5x2/2x5, 1x5/5x1), 6+9, 6+13, R+D, 11+S
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Warnings: The following fic contains scenes that are humorous, sap, and angst; slightly AU with Incoherence and random POV switching. Original Characters are presented; all characters are IC according to the author's interpretation of them.
Lemon-goodness. YAOI, YURI, and HETERO.
Spoilers: Gundam Wing and its OVA: Endless Waltz.
Feedback: C&C is always welcomed and adored. Constructive Criticism is... digestible. ^_~
Acknowledgements go out to the wonderful people who have made my sojourn in GW-fanfiction more than just enjoyable: Thank You!
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belong to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non-profit entertainment purposes. References to printed texts, films, sitcoms, musical pieces, and/or other fanfictions don't belong to the author either.
Notes: This is the Sequel to "In the Pale Moonlight" and represents Part 4 in the DANCE OF THE HEART Arc. The action picks up hours after Heero blows up the Mariemeia's fortified castle and continues up through the following Christmas. Original characters will be appearing throughout the fic: the Behr siblings, the Winner Clan, the Raberbas, etc.
Additional Note: It would be impossible to embark on the next leg of this journey without giving credit where credit is due. My 1+2+5 obsession is heavily due to Bonnejeanne, Vonceia, RavynFyre, and KeelyWolfe. It's unthinkable to me to precede with "Promie of the Rings" without acknowledging those ladies who have paved the way for me with this grouping. As a result, my opinions and writings may seem very similar to theirs'. This fic is not an attempt to steal their words-only an attempt to finalize what was set in motion in "Have You Ever...".
This fic and the ideas contained within are copyright of the author and may not be reprinted without permission.
October 198 AC
Talking to Heero had been the easiest, he reflected. Wufei had not been so easy. Still, by talking to those two first, he effectively eliminated the need to talk to Duo. His two lovers would broach the topic with the long-haired, loud-mouth Preventer.
One might laugh at the idea of the five boys, veterans of war, hooking up in an orgy of bodies being a result of the longings of the smallest member of their team, the innocent-looking blond boy, but that one would not be anyone who had met the blond on the battlefield-either during the war or in the business arena of today. Those that *had* met him knew the petite young man to be a keen strategist with a sharp eye and a good heart. And the fact that his lover loved him so desperately that he would do anything for him... well, that only brought results sooner.
Quatre had always had an eye for the beautiful-gendered or not. Art, music, a landscape, a thought, a man or a woman-he loved all things beautiful. That his fellow pilots were all beautiful-in body, spirit, and thought-only made them more attractive to him. Still, the small blond was so in love with Trowa that, quite possibly, had Trowa not gone to the other pilots, the relationship that evolved between the five men might never have come to pass.
Quatre was sitting in his home study, working on the newest proposals for Mars his sister Ranalyn sent him, when the door opened.
"Quatre."
The voice was low, a bit husky, rumbling deep from the throat and chest-with just the hint of chastisement. It caused a shiver to slide up and down the blond's spine, seeping between his legs and tightening. He steeled his features into a pleasant smile before looking up to the young man filling his doorway.
"Yes, Heero? Is something wrong?"
"Iie."
Quatre's smile tried to falter, to melt into a moan from the simple thrum of that deep voice surrounding him, intoxicating him. He swiveled in his desk chair, turning away from his computer and crossing his legs as he faced his young Japanese friend. "Is there something I can help you with?"
"Hai."
Still the other boy didn't move from the door and Quatre's smile frowned. "What is it, Heero?" He didn't dare stand-he didn't want the other boy to see the growing hard-on tenting his normally loose pants.
"Duo and Wufei are gone," Heero answered simply.
Quatre nodded, leaning back in his chair. "Yes, something came up while you were away," he answered the unspoken question. "They went with Trowa to take care of it." No more was necessary to tell the Japanese boy-even if he'd *known* more details.
Heero nodded but still didn't move.
"Was there, ah, something else?"
Heero nodded but didn't say anything.
"What is it?" Quatre asked, becoming more uncomfortable by the second. "You know I'll help you with anything I can."
"I need your help-" Heero began, Quatre nodding and murmuring an 'of course'. "In a project of mine," he continued after a moment.
"Whatever it is," Quatre agreed, slightly curious as to what project the normally independent soldier was working on that would send him in search of help.
Heero nodded and then stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. "I was hoping you'd say that."
The door clicking shut behind a slowly advancing Heero Yuy alarmed Quatre-mainly because of the erection he was trying to hide--and he turned back to swing his legs under his desk. "So what is it you need my help for?" Quatre asked, folding his hands over the desk and leaning forward.
"I need to test a hypothesis." Heero was standing in front of his desk now, staring at him.
"Okay," Quatre replied. 'Trying to pull information from Heero was like trying to open a can without a can opener,' he thought, his lips quirking at the amusing thought. "What do you need me to do?"
"Strip."
Quatre blinked. Twice. *Surely* he hadn't heard the Japanese boy right. He *didn't* just say-Heero remained standing before the desk, waiting expectantly. When Quatre continued to just sit there, staring at him, he stepped around the wooden barrier.
Quatre smiled and shook his head. "I don't think I understood-"
"It's simple. Strip," Heero repeated. "Take off your clothes."
"Now wait a minute, Heero," Quatre held his hands up as if to ward the other boy off-even though Heero made no move to touch him. "I really don't think-"
"You said you would help," Heero pointed out calmly.
"How does *my* being undressed help you?" Quatre practically shouted in exasperation.
Heero didn't reply, just stood there waiting expectantly, causing Quatre to become even more flustered by these strange turn of events. And then Heero leaned forward and brushed his lips against Quatre's in a chaste kiss. If the Japanese boy had come in here asking him to strip, Quatre couldn't have been more surprised-oops, wait a minute, he *did* do that, didn't he? Quatre giggled inside, pressing back against the soft lips brushing over his. And then his lips parted and he deepened the kiss.
Heero was at once surprised and then relieved when Quatre didn't push him away. For a moment there he'd been worried that the blond *would* reject him, despite Trowa's assurances that he wouldn't. He was glad that the young man's lover had been right about the Arabian. Heero slid to his knees, never breaking the kiss as he positioned himself closer to the blond-but never touching him anywhere other then his lips. He concentrated on that one point of contact, allowing the rush of energy that surged through him to connect and share and spread out through the blond boy. Quatre gasped and pulled back suddenly.
He stared down at the other boy kneeling before him wondrously. One hand reached up and pressed his own lips, as if to hold the warmth of Heero's kiss to them. "Why did you do that?" he asked, his voice husky and shallow of breath.
"Because I wanted to," Heero answered honestly.
"What about Duo and Wufei?" He studied him, watching for any little effect his words might have on the other.
"What about them?" Heero asked, honestly puzzled by the question.
"You don't think they'd be upset if they came in here right now and saw us kissing?" Quatre returned, frowning. His chest burned, a mixture of his own desires to kiss the other youth again warring with his self-hate for betraying his lover and friends in this way.
"No."
Heero's answer threw him. "'No'?" Quatre repeated hotly. "You don't think they'd mind seeing their boyfriend kiss some other man?"
"You're not some other man," Heero replied calmly. "You're you."
Quatre stared at him, bamboozled. "I fail to see how-"
"You don't want me?"
The question was enough to knock him flat on his ass-had he been standing. As it was, Quatre's jaw hung open as he stared at Heero. "Where-" He swallowed. "Where'd you get an idea like that?"
"Trowa said so," Heero answered truthfully. "You said you loved us. All of us. Did you mean it?"
"Of course I-"
"How much?"
"What?!"
"How much do you love us?"
"Heero, I-" Whatever he'd been about to say melted in the fiery look directed on him by the other boy. "With my entire being," he answered, holding, returning Heero's locked gaze.
"Enough to test my theory?" Heero asked.
"What's your theory?" Quatre's breath was becoming more and more shallow, caught in quick little breaths as his body tingled. Quatre licked his lips.
"That we can be together. The five of us," Heero clarified. "Like I am with Duo and Wufei. Like you are with Trowa."
"Five as one," Quatre breathed... "I don't know, Heero. That's pretty kinky, even for me."
"You want me...?" It was more of a question than a statement as the Japanese boy leaned in close again-just enough to invade the Arabian's personal space without actually touching him. "You want Wufei and Duo...?"
"That all depends on your definition of 'want'," Quatre replied, his voice a breathy whisper and his eyes hooded over and he leaned in closer to the other boy.
"You want me to fuck you..." Heero slid his hands up the sides of the chair, right next to Quatre's legs, so close Quatre could feel the heat radiating off his arms, but never touching him.
Quatre leaned forward, a hissed 'yes' escaping from his lips before they pressed against Heero's. It was all the incentive needed. Heero tilted his chin up, slanted his mouth over Quatre's as he leaned up into the blond. His hands jumped from chair to thighs, gentle pressure easing Quatre's legs apart, allowing Heero to wedge in between them as his hands and fingers began kneading the thick, muscled thighs beneath his palms. He leaned up, pressing his stomach into the heated crotch, rubbing Quatre's arousal through the barrier of clothing, as he greedily took from his lips.
Quatre's hands buried into Heero's mussed hair, holding him close as their tongues dueled and danced. He moaned, allowing his senses to be bombarded by the Japanese youth. The bitter tanginess from the tea he liked to drink. The sweet musk of natural body odor that clung to him. The thick, soft strands of dark hair that tangled in his fingers. Quatre moaned again.
Heero's hands slipped up around Quatre's waist, pulling at the small of his back, pulling him forward until the blond boy tumbled out of his chair. Quatre tensed for a moment, and then fell completely willingly against Heero. He pulled the blond boy out of the chair and onto his lap, Quatre's legs falling to either side of Heero's waist as the two tumbled to the floor, knocking the chair back out of their way. Heero pressed Quatre into the floor, rocking against him.
Quatre arched up against him, taking everything he offered and wanting more. His hands slid free from the thick, dark hair to smooth over finely toned back and slip between jeans and slick skin to squeeze, mold, press Heero's ass. Quatre tore his lips away from Heero's, panting for breath as he threw his head back and pressed his hips closer. His throat vibrated with a moan under Heero's lips.
"Please," Quatre groaned, squirming beneath him.
"We need lube."
"You... didn't... bring any?" the blond panted, his body demanding release, wiggling against Heero's in a way that sent shivers of pleasure through both boys.
Heero nuzzled the spot just below Quatre's ear. "Hn. I hurt Wufei once on accident. It's not something I plan on repeating." He wiggled his hips and added "Front pocket."
Obediently, Quatre retrieved the tube of water-soluble personal lubricant and grinned. "Nice. You really know how to treat a guy, Heero," he teased his soon-to-be-lover.
"Hn." Heero worked Quatre's trousers loose, tilting the boy one-way or the other to help work the pants down. "Duo's the one who buys the lube," he replied.
Quatre tensed, reminding of his best friend-a boy he considered his brother. "Heero..."
All of his worry and doubt that was wrapped up in this whole encounter bubbled to the surface. He was about to make love with his best friend's lover, while his *own* lover was away on a mission. And here was his lover's best friend, *trying* to make to love to *him*! 'This isn't right!' his mind screamed at him.
'But I want this!' he tried to shout back. But his mind was ignoring him, going off on a rant until he felt it necessary to give in and stop what was happening. "Heero, wait," Quatre said, his hands circling around Heero's wrists, preventing him from removing Quatre's pants any farther.
The Japanese boy looked away from his mission of pants removal. Deep blue eyes met and held with light blue eyes, like the deep oceans meeting with the shallows. Blue on blue. Both boys were panting; need, want, desire, pounding through their young bodies, demanding.
"Quatre..."
"We can't do this," the blond boy gasped out on whispery breaths. "We *shouldn't* be doing this. It's not-fair. It's not right."
Heero palmed Quatre's swollen penis through the thin boxer briefs. He squeezed-just enough to cause pleasure but not pain. "It *feels* right," he replied. He twisted his wrist free from Quatre's grasp, seizing it and pulling it over his own cock. Quatre's fingers caressed his length before his palm cupped him completely. "How does it feel to you?"
Quatre moaned appreciatively, his eyes shutting against the tantalizing sight of Heero Yuy with lustful eyes. "Like sin," he answered.
Heero smiled at that, the thought striking him funny, and leaned down to whisper in Quatre's ear, "Well, I *am* Shinigami's lover..."
Bright blue eyes flew open and Quatre pulled his hand away. "That's right," he said, swallowing tensely. "You are. You're Duo's *and* Wufei's lover." He paused, letting that sink in. "And I'm Trowa's."
Quatre pushed up and away, rolling to his hands and knees and climbing back to his feet, refastening his trousers. "I'm sorry, Heero," he replied just above a whisper. "I can't help you with this hypothesis." He turned and beat a hasty retreat, leaving the Japanese boy alone in the study.
Heero laid there for several more minutes, contemplating the situation.
Quatre was attracted to him, but wouldn't do anything about it because of Trowa. And Wufei and Duo.
Would it change his mind if he knew about...?
Heero wasn't sure. He didn't know which path to take now. 'It would probably be best to wait for the others to return,' he thought, and, with that decision made, he climbed back to his feet and left for his own rooms to take a nice, relieving shower.
"Heero's probably home now," Duo commented, more than just a little sulkily. He dropped his tote next to the bed and flopped down, wide spread on the scratchy hotel-polyester covers.
"You *could* have stayed, Maxwell," Wufei retorted, moving to the dresser to begin putting his few articles of clothes away.
Duo rolled onto his stomach and propped his head up. "What, and let you two have all the fun?" Wufei snorted, taking out his laptop and rolling up his bag. The bag he placed in the drawer he'd claimed as his own; the laptop he set on top of the bureau.
"Jealous?" Duo taunted, rolling over onto his back and letting his hands roam over his chest, torso, and thighs-all the while, watching Wufei.
"Of what is already mine?" the Chinese boy returned, climbing onto the bed and kneeling over his braided lover. He grinded his hips down into Duo's, lips hovering scant inches above Duo's face. "Never..."
Duo whimpered a moan, his head rolling back as his hips thrust upwards into Wufei's. That extension of neck and throat just begged to be kissed and sucked and Wufei was only too willing to respond.
On cue, the third member of their troop walked in, closing and locking the door behind him. "Will you two cut it out," Trowa said, dropping his bag down beside the second bed.
Duo replied by locking his legs around Wufei and twisting, turning, rolling so his Asian lover was beneath him. He began to nip and nuzzle his way down the Chinese boy's chest and torso spending extra time at sensitive spots, before nosing Wufei's legs apart and fondling his clothed crotch with his nose and cheek.
"Lonely?" Wufei gasped, his fingers burying into Duo's scalp as the braided American teased him. A second later he groaned as Duo's hot breath seeped past Wufei's flimsy pants to caress his penis.
Trowa's eyes never left the sight they made. "We're here for a job," he reminded them coolly.
"Which doesn't start till tomorrow, Tro-man." Duo turned his face away, still caressing Wufei, and looked across the room at Trowa. He pulled back a little, cool air rushing between his and Wufei's hot bodies. "Look, Trowa, we don't have to do anything if it's really bothering you."
Trowa said nothing for a moment; just continued to stare at them. And then he shook his head. "No, It's alright," he said after a moment. "I'm just... worried about Quatre."
The words were quiet, with little inflection, but what little there was, said a lot.
"Trowa...?"
The tall ex-gundam pilot looked down at Wufei. One arm was held out, palm up, to him, the other resting on Duo's shoulder as the boy rested against Wufei's legs. Trowa reached out and took Wufei's hand, surrendering to the tiny tug that pulled him down onto the bed with the other two.
Wufei tugged Trowa onto his knees and then pulled him closer. His other hand left Duo's shoulder to curl around Trowa's neck and pull the other boy down to his waiting mouth. Trowa gave no resistance and when Wufei's tongue demanded entrance, his lips parted for him. He was dead for a moment, no movement; just kneeling there, letting Wufei kissing him, and then, through the Chinese boy's gentle coaxing, Trowa began to return the kiss. A hand moved over his lower back, grazing over his buttocks, and then Duo turned and bit his thigh.
Trowa gasped, started, pulling back with a jerk. Wufei let him, staring up at Trowa with lazy-hooded eyes and a knowing, pleased smile. At his waist, Duo smirked up at Trowa, flashing his teeth and licking his lips.
"So, tell me. You uke-it or like to play seme?" Duo grinned.
Trowa stared at him, wondering what the heck he was talking about. "What?" he finally asked.
"Ignore him," Wufei told him, burying his hand near Duo's scalping and massaging. "He's butchering what little Japanese he managed to learn."
Duo continued to grin at him, unsympathetic.
"Oh."
"So, what do you like? Top or bottom?" Wufei asked.
Trowa looked at Wufei, shocked. There was a shifting on the bed as Wufei moved out from under Duo, turning to press his back against Trowa's front. "Uke," he said, wiggling his ass against Trowa's arousal.
"Or seme," Duo added, rubbing his penis against Trowa's ass.
Trowa bit back a moan, swallowing it as both boys rubbed against him.
"Pitch or receive," Duo continued, wrapping his arm around Trowa's waist to get to Wufei's penis, and fondling it through the white pants.
"It doesn't matter," Trowa managed to reply.
Duo sank his teeth into Trowa's shoulder. The other boy cried out, thrusting forward. Duo grinned and pulled back, nuzzling the shoulder and wiggling his hands between Wufei and Trowa's bodies. He managed to unzip Trowa's jeans, but getting them off proved a bit more difficult.
"Okay, that's it," Duo said irritably. "Split and strip."
Wufei grinned, moving away obediently and pulling his tank top off in one fluid motion before loosening his pants and dropping them, too. Trowa was shocked motionless as he watched both boys shed their clothing without delay and turn to him, expectantly.
"C'mon, Trowa," Duo said, tugging on his open jeans. "Lose 'em."
Trowa chucked the jeans and was pulling his shirt up over his head when impatient lips seized his nipple. He gasped, and finished jerking his shirt off, his arms falling, dropping the shirt as they went, settling on Duo's shoulders as the braided one moved from one nipple to the other.
Trowa looked over to Wufei. The Chinese pilot was laying back, one arm behind his head, the other thrown over his stomach, his fingers playing over the taunt skin as he watched them. Trowa groaned, leaning into Duo.
Trowa had had many lovers in his young life. He was well experienced with sex. But more and more, things between him and the four other gundam pilots were different. Loving Quatre made things different. Loving made *him* different, and now something that he'd done millions of times before became something all together new and wonderfully exciting for him.
Duo was kissing Trowa's chest and torso, tasting him and comparing what he discovered to his two lovers. Trowa was smooth-skinned. He had many of the scars and telltale scatches that Wufei and Heero (and Duo himself) possessed. His scent was different too-and yet, slightly similar. Duo didn't know how to describe it, but it still managed to affect him, do things to his body. Trowa smelled good, he decided, and he wanted to crawl all up into him.
"Duo!"
Trowa's hips bucked, his fingers digging into Duo's shoulders as the braided boy began to nuzzle the length of his penis.
"Duo."
It was a soft-spoken command that left Trowa bereft of Duo's attentions as the braided boy all but pounced on Wufei, straddling the Chinese boy and kissing him soundly. Trowa thought he would scream as his penis tightened painfully, watching the other two carry on. Wufei seized hold of the braid that fell over Duo's shoulder, wrapping its length around his fist. The two boys grinded into each other, moaning as they kissed. Trowa panted, watching them from where Duo left him, on his knees near the edge of the bed. His hand strayed down to his heavy cock, weeping for attention.
Duo reared back suddenly, crying out, thrusting his hips more forcefully. "OH, god, Wufei! I'm gonna come!"
And that's when their comm. Unit bleated for attention.
"Bloody, ever-lasting hell," Duo growled.
The stint went down sooner than expected and Wufei, Duo, and Trowa found themselves home in two instead of three days. Which was great as far as Heero was concerned. Things had been difficult in the mansion with the three other men gone and Quatre purposefully avoiding him. It was horrible; Heero Yuy was lonely and pouting...
That is, until the car pulled up and he heard Duo's voice shouting, "Home, Sweet Home!"
He was at the front door before Wufei was even out of the car.
"Where's Quatre," Trowa asked when it was finally okay to distract the perfect soldier's attention from welcoming back his lovers.
Heero frowned at him. "He went into the capitol city... to get away from me."
"What happened?" Trowa questioned, at once alarmed and worried.
Heero shrugged, turning with them to go back inside. "He was interested," the Japanese teen informed them, "but then he pulled out. Cut and run and I haven't seen him since early yesterday."
"Maybe you were just too intense for him, baby," Duo tried to sooth his love's wounded pride, secretly calling Quatre ten kinds of fools for even trying to resist his honey-bunny. And then he grinned, the thought of the cursed nickname he'd tried bestowing on Heero one night and the uproar that had ensued there after refreshing his spirits.
"He said that it wasn't fair to you guys," Heero was saying.
"Didn't you explain that we already knew-" The look on Heero's face answered Trowa's question and the tall teen frowned, wondering what to do now.
"I think you guys are going about this the wrong way," Duo announced, tugging Heero and Wufei onto the sofa to either side of him so he could cuddle them both.
"Oh?" Wufei asked, leaning back against his longhaired lover-he made a pretty comfy pillow, actually. "And what way would you go about it?"
"Well," Duo frowned thoughtfully. "Well, I would approach him friendly-like. I mean, Heero here, he just *exudes* sexuality. You, too, Wu-babe. You both are like sex gods. Now, *me* on the other hand, I'm the buddy-pal-good friend type of guy, you know? Good to joke around with and tease. So, what if...."
And a plan formed. It was a shame Quatre was the best strategist among them, but, all-in-all, the plan they worked out *was* bound to be fun...
Duo grinned across the throw rug; sitting in his armchair's mate was none other than Mr. CEO himself. "Okay, rules of the game," he said, unzipping his pants and pulling out his semi-hard penis. "Make the other guy come first by sharing and jerking. Get it?"
"Why did I agree to this?" Quatre asked bemusedly, but agreeably, he opened the front of his pants, too.
"Because Heero and 'Fei ain't around for me to bother and neither is Trowa," Duo grinned at him.
The blond shook his head forlornly and sighed. "Okay, so, when I say something... intimate, then..."
"Yeah, you say something fucking trashy and ya whack it." To demonstrate, Duo pulled on his cock, showing off for the blond.
"Okay, you go first."
Duo grinned. "I thought I just did," he murmured. "Okay, here's one for ya: Heero gives the best blowjob I've ever had," he informed the blond, slowly moving his hand in his lap. He tried to hide his smirk at the other teen's cheeks slightly infused with color. "Now you."
"Uh uh... Trowa has to be the best," Quatre returned.
"Oh really? What's he do that's so good?" Duo wondered.
"Well, he can... he can, fit it all in," the blond blushed even more.
"You mean Tro can down your whole dick?" Duo asked, eyeing Quatre's endowments... and he was very nicely endowed.
Quatre nodded and Duo whistled appreciatively. "And then he does something like he's swallowing-" He broke off in a little, caught moan.
Duo was all ready to join him just at the thought.
"What about you guys?"
"Hmm?"
"Who does who?" Quatre wanted to know, his ears turning pink with the boldness of his question.
"Oh, well, you know, there's really no set rule; we're all over the place." Duo grinned. "If you want to give it or take it hard and heavy, you go to Heero, you know? If you're looking for lingering foreplay and sensual delights, you head over to Wufei. Heero really likes to receive, you know what I mean? Especially when I'm giving, but not so much with Wufei. I don't know what it is, but Heero really seems to enjoy fucking 'Fei."
"What about you?"
"What about me? Oh! Well, I really love giving it to Heero. He's so damn sexy when he begs you to fuck him harder; and those times he takes me are really great, but they're nothing like 'Fei."
"Oh?" Quatre's voice hitched.
"Yeah, with Heero it's more like being fucked, you know? Really good every time, but even when he's going slow, it's still a good fucking. With Wufei it's all about making love. He could be pounding your ass into the ground and he's still making love to you. I'm not really sure what the difference is, but there is a difference."
"Which one do you like better?"
"Auh, man, that's a crazy question, Cat. There is no 'better'. I love those men, both. I won't ever choose between them, you know? I mean, I have *moods* sure, we all do. There are some days when all I want to do is fuck fuck fuck, and others, well, I just want to love. There are days when I can't get enough of Wufei's cock up my ass, and other days when I just want to fuck the daylights out of him." Duo shrugged. "What about you and Trowa?"
The blond young man smiled softly. "Trowa... Trowa," he smiled more, shaking his head. "The look on his face when he comes-I think I could live in that moment forever, you know? And I just want to... there isn't anything I wouldn't do for him, to make him happy. And when he smiles... oh Duo, he's so beautiful, and you wouldn't think it because he's always so quiet, but those tiny sounds he makes when..."
"Oh, man, Quatre, don't stop now! When what? When he comes inside you?"
"Well, no, actually... we don't do it like that a whole lot... mostly it's, I mean, I, well, I-how did you say it? 'Pitch'?"
"Oh, you're shitting me! No way, man, Q! I never took you for the dominating lover-type."
"It's always been like that between us. There have only been two or three times when he... and I-oh! But Duo! It was really, really good! I mean, Trowa's so long and it just keeps going in and in and you think he could come in your throat he's so big! I can't stop fantasizing about it! Sometimes, even when we're... and I pretend it's him and I'm the one, you know..." Quatre fumbled with the words, trying to get them out, but it was decidedly embarrassing to be talking like this to a friend when he was also touching himself and thinking the same thing about that friend's lover!
"So you fantasize about Trowa fucking you when you're fucking him, is that it?" Duo summed up, gleefully noting the pleasant flush that was now completely covering his blond friend. He bet that if they took off his shoes they'd find that even his toes were flushed! Don't forget your job, Maxwell!
"What else do you fantasize about?"
"Well, there is the one..."
"Yes..?"
"On a desk."
"On a desk?"
Quatre nodded. "Yes. I'm on a desk and taking it up the-" his eyes closed briefly, as if scrounging up the courage to say the word, "ass."
"Hn. Not bad," Duo nodded, trying his best to look impressed. "Who's doing ya?"
Quatre's eyes went wide and he stared at Duo-or rather, behind Duo, but the braided-boy didn't seem to noticed. "H-Heero!"
"Wow! Now I'm impressed!" Duo grinned, staring over Quatre's shoulders and nodding briefly. "You fantasizing about Heero fucking you on a desk? That's kinda kinky, Cat."
"No! I mean-" he faltered again, watching the Japanese man slowly come up behind Duo's chair. "Yes, that is pretty kinky, I guess. What do you fantasize about, Duo?"
"Oh, I have hundreds of little fantasies, almost all revolving around Heero and Wufei, you know," Duo replied amiably. "But, well, recently, there's been this one..."
"Oh?"
"Yes, for some strange reason, I keep picturing Wufei and we're just going at it like crazy, you know? And then, Trowa's there with us and, man! One minute Wufei's doing me over good, and the next---wham! I'm pounding away at Trowa like there's no tomorrow!"
"Well, um, I-I didn't know you had those kinds of thoughts about-about Trowa."
"Yeah, I've had quite a few. Though, I gotta admit, about the most wild one I've ever had yet---? The five of us, man, and just one bed. Now, *there's* an interesting fantasy."
Quatre swallowed. "Indeed."
"Would you ever do something like that, Quatre?"
"Excuse me? Like what?"
"Well, you know-the five of us? One bed...?"
"Oh! I... I don't know. I mean, I would have to discuss something like that with Trowa, you know."
"And if Trowa was okay with it?"
"Well, I mean, if Trowa was okay with it..."
"Wouldn't you love to feel Heero's hot cock poundin' away at your ass? And what about watching me fuck Trowa for you? I bet I could get him to scream when he comes."
"I-oh, god, Duo, I don't think this was a very good idea-"
Quatre stood to leave, fumbling with his pants-and turned right into Trowa. "Oh!"
'Oh!' his mind repeated, horrified. 'Trowa...*and* Heero... and they both heard--!'
"Hello, Quatre," Trowa said-his voice as soft and calm as it always sounded. "Is there something you wanted to ask me?"
"T-Trowa! No, no, I just-Duo and I were just playing a silly game, and-"
He didn't want to hear any false excuses-reasons why the blond boy was in the library, masturbating. So he did what came naturally to him when he was with Quatre: he kissed the blond boy. Gently at first, sweet and comforting, reassuringly. "It's okay," he answered, dropping to his knees and pressing his face into Quatre's stomach. "I know you want to."
"Oh, god, Trowa!" Quatre groaned, wrapping his arms around his love's shoulders and head, holding him to him. "I love you so much," he whispered, bending over to kiss his sweet lips.
"So, basically the ball's in your court, Cat," Duo's voice reached him. He turned and looked, and saw the braided young man sitting up on the arms of the chair, leaning back against his Japanese lover, Heero's arm wrapped around him, his hand moving over Duo's, fingers wrapped around Duo's exposed penis, pulling on it with slow and heavy strokes.
"What about Wufei?" Quatre tried to stall, pressing back against Trowa. Arms wrapped around his waist and thighs; Quatre's fingers played idly in Trowa's bangs.
"What about me?:" the Chinese boy's voice asked.
"Wufei!"
A dark head, hair unbound, peeked itself over the top of the sofa that turned to face the windows. "Yes?"
"I didn't know anyone was in here! And we--! You! Oh my."
"Heard?" Wufei smiled lazily and nodded, hanging his arms over the back of the sofa, shin propped up on the crack of an elbow. "Yes, and I am honored you think so... lovingly of me."
"You...you..." Quatre looked from one face to another and silently reprimanded himself for not noticing the set-up sooner. His look fell back to Heero. "You've already discussed this."
Heero nodded-Duo was too distracted to reply. "We're not against trying something new. Things worked out pretty well between the three of us; it can't be that bad to try and add you and Trowa, and if things don't work out, well, no one's saying we have to stay together. Besides, Trowa and I have already had sex before. I don't mind having sex-excuse me, fucking, you too," the Japanese teen told him.
"What?" That certainly surprised the blond-and just when he thought he couldn't get more surprised that day. Heero and Trowa had... He turned to his lover, surprised still washing his face, and asked, "Trowa... is there anyone in this room you *haven't* slept with?"
He meant it as a joke, honestly; just a teasing little jib, but to his horror, Trowa actually looked at the three other men in the room serious before turning back to Quatre. "Duo," Trowa answered.
It was a toss-up over who was more surprised by his answer: Quatre or Duo.
The blond blinked--repeatedly-and turned to look at a slightly blushing Wufei and at Heero-who wasn't looking at him but down at Duo, a... was that a--a--SMIRK? on his lips???
"Before or AFTER me?" Quatre didn't know what made him ask that, but the fact that Trowa actually had to *consider* the answer--
Trowa hesitated, thinking back over the events during the war and in what sequence things had happened. He'd meet Quatre first, but they didn't sleep together right away. No, he gave his body to Wufei first, to help bring the Chinese pilot back from a suicidal self-loathing. And then he had met up with Quatre again and they had... made love. And then Heero had self-destructed and... "Both?"
Quatre's eyes popped out, jaw dropped. Okay, it stood to reason that they *had* been separated for a year... but, he knew damn well that he was the first gundam pilot Trowa met, which meant...
Heero's voice cut into his thoughts and he *was* smirking! "Who was better?"
Trowa looked at the gathered men thoughtfully, and then caught Quatre's expression. The blond's face was red with more than just embarrassment. "Quatre," he answered quickly, relieved to know it was the truth, too.
"Good answer," Quatre growled, not knowing how exactly he should feel about the fact that his lover had slept with two of the three other men in the room.
"So, wait a minute!" Duo cut in, anger and disbelief in his voice. "You're tellin' me you've fucked *everyone* in this room *except* me?" Trowa nodded. "What the hell was wrong with me???"
"You were a virgin," Trowa answered simply, as if that explained it all.
"Oh! Like that means anything!" Duo poshed, pushing Heero's hands away from him.
"And," Trowa added, eyes flickering from Heero to Wufei. "You didn't need me. You had Heero and Wufei, or Quatre with you at all times."
"Hmphf." Duo took a seat away from both his lovers' reach. "I just don't do it for you, is that it? It's the hair, right? It can be a turn off for some people, I know-"
"No," Trowa stopped him, feeling a bit more than his normal uncomfortableness in this situation. "Your hair is very pretty, Duo."
"Wanna feel it?" Duo grinned, a light sparkling in his indigo eyes. Trowa nodded. "Tell ya what, Cat," he said, looking between the other men in the room. "There's a desk right over there. What do you say the five of us try making some fantasies come true?"
And they did. Oh, boy! Did they ever!
Being the new boy-toys of the master-as Duo so wonderfully put it late one night when five strapping, young bodies were sinfully and hedonistically employed-brought with it new responsibilities.
Translations: Quatre insisted (and somehow managed to coerce) Heero, Duo, and Wufei into joining Trowa and him at balls, galas, ceremonies, benefit functions, and all sorts of horribly boring high-class society events that the three men would have normally happily skipped out on.
And if someone noticed that Quatre Winner was missing at some point during the evening-well, he always showed up eventually. And if the performers had to sing a little bit more loudly during "Music of the Night" to cover up the going-on's in a balcony box-well, it was just lucky the performers had loud voices. The four young men even grudgingly subjected themselves to a photo-shoot for one of the blonde's sisters-they got some pretty neat pictures out of that week's worth of camera stalking
And life went on... interestingly. A good interestingly. Before they knew it, outside it had gotten cold, and their trial-year was almost up.
End Part 12
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