3-Sep-2001
Title: Chasing the Crown, an Extended Family Fic
ExFam Authors:
RavynFyre - ravynfyre@hotmail.com
von - sablexo1@yahoo.com
bonnejeanne - bonnejeanne@yahoo.com
*Special Guest Writer! Nixie the Pixie!*
Nixers - Nixerchan@aol.com
Category: yaoi, AU
Rating: NC-17 for now, that will change
Pairings: 1+2+5, 3+4
Spoilers: Series, Endless Waltz, Mission: Arcadia
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing characters and universe are the property of the copyright owners.
Kenny, Duan, Wufan, Tryan, Carter, Jack and the Ripper, and everything relating to Rip & Jack's universe are ours. No money being made here.
Feedback: Any and all comments, feedback, critiques welcome, be they short or long.
Please feel free to direct feedback to any or all of the authors!
WARNINGS: AU (Alternate Universe), Original Characters, LEMON in some sections. Kiddie-Angst.
LEMON WARNING this section!
In the pilots' suites, Wufei had discovered a message from Sallah left on the room's comm. He looked at Wufan and smiled. "I think perhaps it's time for the other side of the hall to return the favor from last night. Get your things and we'll invade."
Wufan nodded, stifling a yawn. He made his way to his room and grabbed his pajamas and some other clothes and followed Wufei back to the other suite.
"Where's Ma?" he asked, on the way.
"Going out for some entertainment with Lady Une, Sally, and Agent Noin," Wufei explained. "She will be safe enough. Those three women could handle an entire division between them." He smiled. "Your mom seems to have made some friends."
Wufan looked up at Wufei and nodded. "Oh that's good. I know she'll be safe. It's good for her to have some girlfriends," he said.
Wufei smiled. "It will good for them all. I think Sally might benefit quite a lot from knowing your mother, Wufan."
"Yes, I think so too," Wufan said. "Wufei, do you think Sally will be all right? She has a bad mate."
Wufei reached down and lifted Wufan into his arms. "I know she will be ok," he said. "She is a very strong and wise woman. And she has people who care for her. Her mate... we will deal with."
"Okay," Wufan replied. He then hugged Wufei's neck and kissed the older boy on the cheek. "I love you," he said.
Wufei hugged the little boy tightly for a long moment. "I love you, Wufan Po. Very much." Then he carried the little boy across the hall into the other suite. He looked for Heero or Duo.
"Hi," Heero said, walking into the main room. He saw the sleepy Wufan in Wufei's arms and smiled. "You guys sleeping over?"
Wufei nodded. "Sallah is out on the town with the Preventer Women," he said, coining the name with a slight quirk of his lips.
"Hn," Heero replied. "That's kinda scary. Well, little five, are you in with one and two, or three and four?"
Wufan yawned. "One and two," he replied.
Heero nodded. "Right in there," he said, pointing towards Kenny and Duan's room.
Wufei carried the little Chinese American boy into the indicated room and set him down. "Sleep well," he said softly.
Wufan nodded and climbed up on the bed. "Night," he said, snuggling under the covers next to a sleeping Duan.
Kenny opened his eyes sleepily. "Hi, 'Fan," he muttered, scooting over just a little to give the other boy some more room.
"Hi, Kenny," Wufan said, feeling Duan wake just enough to scoot over and then fall back asleep.
Wufei closed the door and returned to the main room, dropping into a chair.
Heero watched Wufei sit and closed his laptop. Walking over, he sat down on the sofa nearby. "So, how did that go?" he asked. "The beach party, I mean."
Duo wandered out into the main room dressed in his favorite pair of black flannel boxers and one of Heero's tank tops. He was drying the damp mane of his hair with the towel he had draped over his shoulder. Seeing Wufei, he smiled and strode over to drop into a cross-legged sprawl on the floor nearby. "Thought I heard you out here. Wufan in with the guys?"
The Chinese pilot nodded. He gestured vaguely back towards the other suite. "Sallah... Sally, Noin, Une... out," he said, stretching in the chair.
"Together?" Duo asked wide-eyed. "Man... Is that scary or is it just me?"
"That's what I said," Heero offered, closing the white terrycloth bathrobe a little tighter. "So, that went well, right? The party."
"I thought it went great. The kids seemed to have fun... A lot more relaxed now, I hope. What did you guys think?" Duo asked, his voice a little muffled as he ducked into the towel again.
"It was good," Wufei offered a short comment. "Think it helped."
"Hai," Heero replied. "Think it helped Relena, too. Good idea, Duo."
The long-haired pilot shrugged casually, blowing off his role in the planning as he pulled the towel away once more. "Eh... Just thought it'd be cool to share my love of fire and hot dogs," he mentioned with a smirk.
Heero looked down at the long-haired pilot and shook his head. "Yeah," he said. "By the way, I checked with the Preventers, Marcus is still missing."
Wufei made a guttural noise of disgust.
It was echoed by Duo, who scowled as well for effect. "Only a matter of time."
"I hope we can afford the time," Wufei muttered.
"Hn," Heero replied in agreement. "Oh and the thing with the dolphins, classified... need to know. Just thinking about it makes me glad in a way that our old mentors are resting in peace."
Wufei looked at Heero sharply and he nodded.
"Agreed," Duo said, an unconscious shudder traveling up his spine. He glanced up at Wufei again, regarding the Chinese youth neutrally. "Mei seemed happy."
Wufei smiled slightly and then his eyes closed. "Yes," he said. "She did. I hope she will be."
"I don't think she'll have a choice, with you working on her side," Duo observed shrewdly.
Wufei shrugged. "There are always choices," he said, thinking of something else. "But I will do everything I can."
"And the nickname of the day will be 'Atlas'," Duo said, though the quiet tone of his voice and the tender smile he favored Wufei with softened the joke into something more of an admiring observation.
Rolling his eyes, Wufei didn't even bother to get miffed.
Heero moved to the floor next to Duo. "What are you going to do with this?" he asked, picking up some of Duo's damp hair in his hand.
Duo smiled, turning to watch his lover's fingers slowly card through the chestnut strands. "I hadn't decided yet. Suggestions?"
Heero shrugged a little. "If it were up to me, I'd say braid." he answered.
"Sounds good to me," Duo replied, "Any objections, Fei-koi?"
Wufei looked at Duo and his onyx eyes had a flicker of heat in them. "No," he said. "It's beautiful whatever you do with it."
Duo smiled slowly, burying his head back in the towel once more to hide the faint color rising in his cheeks as he rose to his feet to retrieve his brush.
As he left the room, Wufei looked at Heero. "You are insane to share that. So is he, for the same thing with you."
Heero moved to his knees and in front of Wufei. He looked into the Chinese pilot's eyes for a long moment, then reached up and brushed his lips with his fingers. "I guess it depends on who I'm sharing with," he replied, softly, then leaned forward to kiss Wufei tenderly.
From the doorway, Duo paused in wrestling with his hair to watch Heero lean in to claim Wufei's lips. He felt his chest, among other things, tighten in appreciation and a sense of rightness. Leaning against the doorway, the brush dangled forgotten in his fingers as he watched the two Asian pilots, a smile playing across his own lips.
Wufei was still for a moment, trying to resist his natural impulse to respond with sudden heat. His resolve lasted about three seconds. Then he slid a hand around Heero's neck and opened his mouth, accepting and returning the kiss in a fiery answer.
Heero felt the kiss deepen and the touch of Wufei's hand caused his body to shiver. After a long moment, he moved back, looking at the dark eyes before him. "We're not insane," he said, feeling his chest rise and fall rapidly.
"Crazy? Maybe," Duo remarked, licking his lips unconsciously as he regarded them. "Insanity can only be declared by a court of law..."
"Hn," Wufei remarked, clearly not persuaded out of his point of view, and just as clearly not going anywhere.
Heero looked up and stretched a hand out to Duo. "Come here," he said. "Give me the brush. No braid... just yet."
Duo complied, a wave of heat washing up from his toes at the request and the look in Heero's cobalt eyes as he slowly approached and handed over the brush. "Yessir," he murmured.
Heero took the brush from Duo's hands, then reached over to cup his face and kiss him, deeply. "Omae o korosu, Duo," he said, moments later, then moved around Duo's back, placing him in front of Wufei.
The American's eyes slid shut as Heero claimed his lips, a contented sigh escaping him as they broke apart and Heero's quiet words seeped through the heady haze enveloping him. He looked up, meeting Wufei's dark gaze with a lopsided smile as he commented, "He says the sexiest things." Then he leaned up and brushed a reverent kiss over Wufei's lips, resting his hands on the Chinese pilot's knees for balance.
Wufei looked into Duo's eyes. "He said he was going to kill you..." he remarked, his tone quizzical.
"Well, sure, if you take it literally," Duo replied with a smirk. "But if you listen real carefully, you'll hear the 'I love you' in there."
"Hn," Wufei answered. "Well that I can understand."
"Good," Duo said, moving his hands up to cup around Wufei's cheeks before claming his mouth for a more passionate kiss than before.
Heero watched and listened to the conversation with a small smile on his face. He started brushing Duo's hair and paused to watch him kiss Wufei. Moving his hand to Duo's back, Heero gently caressed Duo's smooth skin with his fingertips.
Duo arched into the touch, purring into Wufei's lips as he slowly and thoroughly explored the warm cavern of the other's mouth. Absently, his fingers caressed over smooth cheeks, while fingers slid slowly into the dark silk of Wufei's hair.
Wufei sighed into the kiss, his distinctive fire mingling with a warm tenderness and passion. After a while, he drew back slowly, letting his eyes roam over Duo's face. Then he sighed.
He turned his head slightly and glanced significantly at the two closed bedroom doors.
Heero nodded once, then stood. "Why don't we adjourn to the room? Let the kids sleep," he said, brush in hand.
Duo nodded as well, gracefully rising to his feet again and offering Wufei his hand. "Not that I think we could wake them up if we tried, anyway, but why tempt fate?" he asked before tossing them both a playful smirk as he danced away towards the door, hand playing with the hem of the tanktop he wore, exposing a large expanse of his midriff. "It's more fun to tempt you."
Wufei scowled slightly and he got up, glancing at Heero. "Something you do all too well," he growled softly.
"But it's something you enjoy," Heero said, quietly, taking Wufei's hand. "And he knows it."
"The best defense is a good offense," Duo called softly from their room, "And I'm not a survivor for nothin', lovers."
Wufei shut the door once he and Heero were inside the room. He hadn't been sure he would be here this night, and was still vowing to take each minute as it came and take nothing for granted. He watched Duo. "What happened to you, Duo-chan?" he asked quietly. "What did you survive?"
"Same thing we all have, Fei-koi," Duo replied with a careless shrug, pulling the tank top off with a small flourish as he flung his mane back over his shoulder. "Life, the universe, and everything," he continued, dropping the shirt to the floor as he sidled up to the two again, a seductive smile curving his lips.
Wufei looked back steadily. "You don't want to talk about it. Then I will respect that," he said, bowing his head briefly.
Duo reached out and took Wufei's hand in his own, lifting it to his lips. "If you really wanna know, Fei-koi, just ask. It's pretty dull, though," he said lightly before reaching for one of Heero's hands as well and laving them both with small, worshipful kisses.
"I just did," Wufei murmured a touch wryly, curling his fingers around Duo's hand. "But I understand about the need for privacy," he added, suppressing a sigh with a vestige of evaporating control.
A small smile curved Duo's lips as he continued his slow assault upon the hands clutched in his own. "I was an orphan," he offered in a low murmur against their fingers, "Grew up on the streets. Thievery didn't always put food on the table, when we had a table." He shrugged nonchalantly, moving his attack beyond their hands to the soft skin of their wrists and beyond. "You're smart."
Wufei's eyebrows drew together as his suspicion was confirmed. He struggled to control an unfocused anger at past events he could do nothing about.
Heero closed his eyes a moment, feeling the touch of Duo's lips on his wrist and hearing his words. He slid an arm around Duo's waist, holding him close. "That's what you meant by professional?" he said, quietly.
Duo snorted with self-recrimination. "Duo no Baka and his Amazing Motor Mouth. Shows at 7, 11, and 3 PM, folks. Tickets at the door," he joked before leaning in to steal a quick kiss from each of them.
When his lips touched Wufei he was met with a combination of heat and something else. Something he had trouble placing at first, until Wufei lifted Duo's hand and kissed the palm. It was reverence. "Stop it," he said softly, not an order, more of an entreaty. "You are a pure spirit." Then Wufei looked away and his cheeks darkened.
Duo's smile faded slowly, replaced by a smoldering heat as he regarded the Chinese youth. "Not for a long time, Wufei," he whispered, turning his hand to cup Wufei's cheek and turn him back to meet his gaze. "But the two of you... make me feel like it anyway..."
"Time doesn't change such a thing," Wufei said distinctly. "Nothing changes it. It just is."
"He is right, koi," Heero said, feeling his chest constrict, slightly. "He should know because he is one himself."
"And you're chopped liver?" Duo asked, cocking his head at Heero. "If I have to be, and since he is, then you are too, koibito."
Heero shrugged. "Perhaps," he said.
Wufei scowled. He muttered something in what sounded like Mandarin but there were a few Japanese words thrown in including 'samurai' and 'baka'.
Heero chuckled and kissed Wufei's cheek.
"I'm not sure if I'm old enough to know what you just said, Fei-koi... Think I'll just go back to that tempting thing again," Duo replied with a sardonic smirk. He sidled out of their grasp and moved over nearer the bed, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers. With a mischievous half smile, he turned away and slid the dark flannel down his hips, spinning the fabric tauntingly around one finger before flinging them across the room, leaving him clad in nothing but the soft cascade of his still slightly damp hair. Glancing at them both through half lidded eyes over his shoulder, he smiled again. "Guess I shouldda warned you guys that hot dogs make me horny, huh?"
"Like we couldn't have guessed that from the innuendoes," Heero said.
"There were innuendoes?" Wufei said blandly, as he began pulling off his clothes. He hadn't managed to get to a shower and he was rather aware of it, but now was not a good time to leave...
"Hn," Heero said. "Two pieces of meat in my bun...? Something like that, right, Duo?"
"Yeah, something like that," Duo replied, one slender finger teasing along his own length as he watched Wufei strip. "Guess you're just a carnivore, huh, Fei-koi?"
Having stripped to the skin, Wufei looked up, his body leaving no question about its interest level as his freed member rose distinctly. "I'm a lapsed Buddhist, actually," he growled. "But just having a rule about eating meat makes it all the more attractive," he said, looking dead into Duo's eyes.
Heero's Prussian blue eyes scanned the length of Wufei's body. "Good point," he said, evenly.
Duo smirked as his eyes trailed down to Wufei's arousal and then back up to Heero's eyes. "Yeah, sure is," he said, voice low and husky. "Aren't you overdressed?"
Wufei closed the distance between himself and the Japanese boy in two strides and reached out, jerking the belt of the bathrobe loose and then pulling the single article of clothing off Heero and to the floor.
"Problem solved," he growled.
"Ya see... That's one of the things I like so much about you, Fei-koi. Critical thinking and problem solving skills," Duo purred, wrapping his hand around his manhood, both to ease a little of the ache and to torment his two lovers across the room.
Wufei continued to scowl slightly. He decided to take an action. Moving around behind Heero, he put his arms around the Japanese boy and rested his chin on Heero's shoulder. Looking over at Duo, he snaked his hands around Heero's body and began stroking his cock, while pressing his own hardness against the other boy's rear, rocking slightly.
Heero leaned back, licking his lips as he felt Wufei hold him. Turning his head, he kissed Wufei's mouth, then looked back at Duo as his hips rocked back and forth slowly.
"And, of course, you don't always fight fair," Duo murmured, stalking towards them, every muscle tense like a predator about to strike. Just before he reached Heero, he sank to his knees before the Japanese boy, reaching up to close one hand around Wufei's. Amethyst eyes flashing with a blazing heat, he darted a look up at Heero's face before leaving a chaste kiss upon the tip of his lover's cock. His other hand crept up, reaching between Heero's legs to cradle the soft sac below Wufei's erection even as his own eyes slid shut and he engulfed Heero in a long swallow.
Wufei growled, feeling Duo's touch, and rubbed his cock against the clefted curves of Heero's ass. He felt the reaction in the body in his arms and closed his mouth over Heero's neck, licking and sucking the skin.
Heero felt the combined assault on his body translated into waves of pleasure. He had no idea how he'd become the centerpiece, but did not fight. Again that odd sense of security and pleasure filled him as he was suspended between his two lovers. He moved with them, feeling his body respond and flush with moisture as he rocked within their arms.
Duo slid his tongue along the slit of Heero's cock before pulling away to blow lightly against the tip. Then he began nibbling teasingly along the underside until he came to his and Wufei's hands, which he lapped at before returning his attention to working his way back up the side of the engorged flesh before him. Even as his other hand continued its slow, massaging assault upon Wufei, Duo leaned in and claimed Heero's cock again, falling into the rhythm Wufei established.
Wufei rocked a little harder against Heero, as Duo's fingers incited sensations that pushed him closer to the edge. He licked Heero's ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth and teasing it, as his hands moved over the Japanese boy's cock, in concert with Duo's lips and tongue. His other hand slipped below the erect organ to slide under Heero's sac, and he sucked the little lobe of flesh into his mouth, creating soft, wet sounds close by Heero's ear that matched what Duo was doing to his body. From behind, Heero could feel the hard, velvet-covered and very heated rod of flesh rubbing along his rear as they moved against each other.
Heero moaned, feeling his temperature rise as his body danced between Wufei and Duo. Surrendering to both, he bit his lower lip as he released suddenly and completely into Duo's mouth. He shuddered in Wufei's arms, feeling his knees weaken.
Duo's throat worked as he greedily sucked down all that Heero had to give, working his lover's flesh until the last of the tremors subsided. Throughout it all, he strained to peer up through his bangs, watching the other pilots avidly, a small moan bursting from him at the look of exquisite beauty on Heero's face as he climaxed.
Wufei held Heero firmly as the Japanese boy surrendered to the loving assault, releasing his hold on Heero's shaft to brace an arm around his waist, keeping him steady. His own heat was rising, flirting with the edge of the pleasurable chasm, and he held it off as perspiration slid along his skin.
Taking labored breaths, Wufei moved back a little when he felt Heero steady a bit on his feet. He kissed Heero's neck lingeringly, and then looked down at Duo's beautiful face, flushed with his exertions, lips slightly swollen. "Where is it?" he managed to ask, his voice husky and throbbing a bit with need.
Duo's breath skipped at the tight tone of Wufei's voice. He pulled away and rose shakily to his feet, moving to where he'd seen Heero hide the much-used tube of lubricant earlier that day, before returning to the others and handing it to Wufei. Then he cupped Heero's head between his trembling hands and claimed the Japanese youth's mouth for a deep, lingering kiss that merely stoked the flames of his own desire that much higher within him.
Heero kissed back, his breathing labored and his heart thumping in his chest. He tasted himself in the kiss mingled with Duo. Looking into amethyst colored eyes, Heero smiled.
Wufei accepted the small tube from Duo's hand, and then watched the two kiss, licking his lips. He took Heero's hand and pulled the compliant pilot over to the bed close by, and gave him a little push onto it. Then he turned back to the chestnut-haired boy, and placed the tube back in his hand, letting his eyes drop to Duo's cock. He looked back up into the wide eyes and his lips curved, as he continued to breathe deeply. Climbing onto the bed beside Heero, Wufei knelt and then looked back over his shoulder, meeting Duo's eyes as he rested his weight on his knees and one hand, the other curling around his own aching shaft.
A slow, darksome wicked smile spread over Duo's face as he approached the bed. He grasped Wufei's wrist, pulling the Chinese youth's hand away from his arousal with a smirk. "I thought you said something tonight about two weenies in one bun," Duo murmured teasingly. He glanced up, meeting Heero's deep blue gaze with a heated one of his own as he guided Wufei's hand to the Japanese youth's body. "Turn over on your back, Hee-chan," Duo ordered gently.
Heero moved onto his back, looking up at Duo and Wufei. "Hai," he said.
Wufei obediently ran his hand along Heero's flat stomach to his groin, running over his flesh gently, but coaxingly. He slanted a look back at Duo, licking his lips, an odd mixture of compliance and heat in his dark eyes.
Flipping open the tube still in his hand, Duo reached around and deposited some of the lube on Wufei's questing hand, pausing long enough to leave a teasing lick behind the Chinese youth's ear that trailed down the back of his neck to his shoulder. He slid up onto the bed behind Wufei, reaching around to hug the other boy to him tightly, his cock teasing the cleft of Wufei's rear as Duo nipped and licked all along his neck, shoulders, and upper back. After a few moments, he drew back, applying some of the tangy scented lube to one hand before crushing Wufei back against him with the other arm again. As his mouth continued its assault on the other pilot's neck, his slick fingers slid between their bodies, coaxing Wufei towards Heero a little, even as Duo's fingers began their slow, measured intrusion.
Heero felt his cock re-awaken as Wufei's slippery fingers moved over his flesh. His eyelids drooped in pleasure as he watched Duo above him. Reaching up, he placed a hand on Wufei's thigh, squeezing it and smoothing the golden skin alternately. His breath deepened as his hips began to rock slowly.
Wufei's eyes closed briefly as he felt Heero's flesh awaken under his touch, and squeezed shut tighter as Duo's fingers probed at his body. He tilted his hips upwards, adjusting his knees a little more apart as he pushed back into the touch. It had been a while, but his body was eager to experience whatever it was being offered, even pleasure mixed with other sensations. Opening his eyes, he gazed at the beautiful boy lying beside him, and pushed his hips back towards the one behind, his tightly wound body seeking more. Shivering occasionally from the assault of Duo's lips and tongue on his skin, he began to rock back against the L2 pilot's invasion even more insistently.
Shifting slowly, Duo urged Wufei until the Chinese youth crouched over Heero who lay invitingly below them both. He worked his way from the base of Wufei's neck, back up to the other boy's ear, nibbling it for a moment before ordering in a soft whisper, "Take him, Fei-koi. Take him for us both."
Prussian blue eyes widened, as Heero heard Duo's words. He looked into Wufei's eyes, seeing the expression there, he licked his lips and nodded once.
Gasping, Wufei guided himself between Heero's legs without thinking, simply obeying the words of Duo and the desire of his body. He knelt down, lifting Heero's knees a bit and pressing himself against the warm, puckered opening. Though he wanted to plunge deeply, he took it slow, giving Heero time to adjust to him and then moving further. He licked his lips, bending further over Heero and kissing him deeply as he seated the last inch. He could feeling the tight heat throbbing around him and struggled to control the all but overwhelming need to thrust deeply, over and over.
As Wufei stilled against Heero, Duo withdrew his hand, smearing the rest of the lube coating it over his cock. With soft, gentle touches, he soothed the Chinese pilot, ceasing his oral assault upon the golden skin of the boy's throat and neck. Trailing his hands down to Wufei's hips, he held him firmly in place as he shifted until the head of his cock nudged the tight opening of Wufei's body. A sharp hiss of pleasure burst from his lips as he slowly pressed forward, sheathing himself within the other boy's liquid heat. Duo's eyes squeezed shut tight as he steadied himself against Wufei, struggling against the perfection of their completion until he could feel the Chinese youth relax against him.
Heero closed his eyes as he felt Wufei fill him. Wrapping his arms around Wufei's neck, Heero brought the Chinese pilot's face to meet his own in a long, deep kiss. He felt Duo's presence, felt the shift in balance as Duo eased into Wufei from behind. "I'm ... fine," he managed, feeling every sensation intensify his desire. "Just...move."
Wufei could barely understand the words that fell from the Japanese boy's beautiful lips. His chest rose and fell as he took in deep, rapid breaths, feeling his blood pounding in his ears. His cock was being tightly squeezed by Heero's delicious, velvet channel, and his own body was being split from behind by Duo's substantial erection, which he could already feeling rubbing almost imperceptibly against something inside that tightened his throat with need. "Aa..." he groaned, as his body slipped from his control and gave a little buck. "Oh god..."
Duo smiled wickedly again, drinking in Heero and Wufei's reactions even as he felt his mind threaten to surrender to his own overwhelming physical stimulation. Groaning as Wufei jerked against him, Duo tightened his hands upon the boy's hips, drawing Wufei back against him and out of Heero at a steady pace, before halting the Chinese youth as he, himself, continued to pull back. Rolling his hips, he plunged forward again, thrusting back into Wufei, even as he drove Wufei back into Heero. Duo clenched his jaw tight, exerting every ounce of control he could muster to pleasure his lovers as he set a rapidly escalating pace between them. Distantly, a corner of his mind prayed that his prediction about awakening the children was true, since he could no longer hold back his guttural growls of pleasure as Wufei's body gripped him tightly.
Heero felt Wufei move inside of him and felt the impact of Duo's thrusts into the Chinese pilot above. His hands fell to the bed, fisting the covers as he felt Wufei's cock graze against the pleasure spot deep inside his body. Duo's growls elicited more desire from his heated body as Heero panted, and rocked his hips upward in time with his lovers' rhythms.
Whatever shreds of compliance Wufei mustered to Duo's guidance were mindless, his senses overloaded from the first slick movements of his cock within Heero... Duo's within him... He could not separate the sensations, could not clear his mind of the rising tide of sensory overload that stripped control, stripped thought and left him submerged in a wave of heat and aching, rising pleasure that seemed to be moving through him and somehow through the two beautiful boys who surrounded him so completely, enclosing him in an incomprehensible pulse that rose like an erupting volcano to a violent explosion. He kept enough instinct not to scream as his body surrendered to the taking... the being taken... biting his lip to contain the vocal expression that would have been heard throughout the huge mansion if it had escaped. He could do nothing but shudder helplessly, tears streaming down his cheeks, hands clutching at Heero's body even as he jerked between the two of them, lost in pleasure with nothing but the twin flames of two bright souls who seemed to spin him out between them until the world exploded into stars.
Duo threw his head back, arching sharply against Wufei as the tight sheath of the boy's body gripped him with sudden, exquisite force. What slivers of control he'd managed to hoard up to that point evaporated in the face of the wave of furious heat exploding within him, bursting from his every pore and washing over them all like a rising tsunami. He felt himself release deep within Wufei, even as his muscles trembled and quaked as they struggled to keep him from flying apart like ashes in the wind. The entire world whirled away in a maelstrom of scintillating fire and ice that stoked his nervous system to the breaking point and beyond, holding him together by the thinnest of margins, and only because of Heero and Wufei and the tight grasp they'd gotten upon his soul. With a soft cry, he shifted forward, collapsing against Wufei even as he wrapped his arms around the other boy's body and crushed them together, surrendering himself to both his lovers.
Heero wrapped his arms around Wufei as he felt the Chinese pilot collapse against him. He felt his own body release shortly thereafter as he held on tightly. "Love you, Wufei," Heero whispered against his ear as he heard Duo's soft cries somewhere above.
Moments later, he felt the double impact of both of his lovers against him. Heero closed his eyes, blindly reaching out to touch whatever part of Duo he could in total acceptance.
Wufei's eyelids fluttered, and he moved a little, shifting his and Duo's weight a little to one side. He reached behind him slowly, letting his fingers tangle in the soft curtain of Duo's hair. He shifted a little more, and pressed a kiss to Heero's chest, resting his cheeks against it as he floated in a warm suspension.
With a pang of sweet regret, Duo withdrew from Wufei, collapsing to the bed beside him and curling up against him contentedly. "Ai'shiteru Hee-chan, Fei-koi," he murmured raggedly as his hand slowly stroked over Wufei's perspiration slick flank.
"Omae o korosu, Duo," Heero breathed, gently stroking Wufei's hair. "Xie xie, Wufei."
"Love..." Wufei murmured, sliding back just a bit from Heero, and stretching a little. Taking several deep breaths, he reached over suddenly and pulled Duo across him, kissing the violet-eyed boy deeply and then settling him against Heero's chest, wrapping an arm around them both. He kissed Duo's neck and then lifted Heero's palm to his cheek. A low, raspy chuckle emerged from his throat. "You made me break a vow..."
Duo blinked in tired confusion as he looked up from nuzzling Heero's chest. "Vow?" he asked, settling against the two of them comfortably.
"Never to come between you two," Wufei murmured, his voice lifting into a soft laugh as he settled, closing his eyes.
Duo chuckled lowly, relaxing once again as his eyes drooped closed as well. "What would be the fun in that, eh Hee-chan?"
Heero chuckled. "I thought you were going to tell him, not to beat himself up about it. You blew it, Wufei," Heero said, settling down.
There was a sleepy snort from the Chinese pilot. "...next time..."
TBC
End of Part 45
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