13-Sep-2001
Title: The Master and the Artful Dodger
Author:von sablexo1@yahoo.com
Category: yaoi, crossover.
Rating: NC-17 (Not kidding here!)
Pairings: Implied
Spoilers: Series, Romeo Must Die
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and Romeo Must Die characters and universe are the property of the copyright owners. Our stuff is ours. No money being made here. As with all our fics so far, while our goal is to stay as in character as possible, any discrepancies are our mistakes. Feedback: Any and all comments, feedback, critiques welcome, be they short or long.
Notes: Thanks to my pal Bonne for taking on the roles of The Master Wufei Chang and Quatre Winner towards the end in order that I might finally finish this! You are nothing short of amazing and you Rule! HUGS!!! This is also dedicated to all my pals who kept me from getting thrown into the nut house! LOVE ALLA YOU GUYS!!! Also, this is dedicated in part to the R&B singer Aaliyah who starred in Romeo Must Die. Her talent, spirit, humor and beauty will be missed.
The limo had long since glided to a halt in front of the Hyatt hotel on L2. The driver, however, being experienced and discreet, had simply driven the luxury car into one of the parking spaces and activated the security locks on the doors. Being somewhat older, he had a good idea of what was transpiring in the back seat area. He dispatched a message to the Maguanac leader, Rashid, that the Master was 'in conference' at the hotel and all was well. Checking his semi-automatic weapon, he settled back and switched his headset to Level 5 and closed his eyes. If anyone got within five feet of the car, he would receive immediate notice.
Heero watched as his lover's hands moved through the thick blonde mane atop Quatre's head. Between the two of them, they had removed most of the Arabian's clothes and all of their own.
Quatre's eyes had widened as he found himself nearly naked in the back of his own limo between two of the most beautiful and wonderful young men he had ever known. It was like some strange fantasy, one that he'd never even dimly imagined might come true. Licking his lips unconsciously, he murmured, "Uh... guys?"
"Umm, yes?" Trowa responded smoothing his thumb along Quatre's cheek.
With a little nervous laugh that turned into a sigh, Quatre blinked up at the green-eyed pilot. "I didn't think... I mean, I thought you two... well... um..." Flushing, Quatre stuttered to silence, feeling his temperature skyrocket. His 'do the right thing' circuit was being thoroughly short circuited by the two young men's expressions and actions.
Heero reached out and touched Quatre's back, gently stroking his soft skin. "You thought we're together exclusively?" he said, softly, glancing over Quatre's shoulder to meet Trowa's eyes.
Trowa smiled, then looked down at Quatre. "Well, we are most of the time. I don't think either one of us has found anyone who would be willing to put up with our little natural quirks. Only another Gundam pilot who went through what we did could come close to understanding. However, that doesn't mean we're like a standard couple.. male.. female. No setting up house kinda thing. And it doesn't mean that we've never been interested in you...both separately and together."
Quatre blinked rapidly as different words were said and thoughts came to light. 'Exclusively...' Um... a ha... Quirks... heh heh...Standard.... um no... and the last thought emerged audibly, almost a squeak. "M-me?"
He looked from Trowa to Heero and back several times, part of him melting in the focus of attention from each of these two gorgeous, dangerous and intense young men. He admired Heero so much it was almost painful, and Trowa he'd had a bit more than a crush on since the war. But he'd never dreamed of more than friendship. Well, maybe a *few* secret, fevered dreams...
"Wow," he managed to say, and immediately thought how dumb it sounded. But he found himself somehow unconsciously settling against and between them like a cat whose fur was slowly unruffling.
Heero leaned over and kissed Quatre's shoulder, nibbling a bit at the blond pilot's skin. "Wow, indeed," he said, lifting his head to speak against Quatre's ear. "You've taken care of us on a number of occasions. Don't think I didn't remember when you talked me out of the mobile suit and carried me back to Earth. I wasn't totally unconscious. Of course, I had a little trouble reconciling my feelings back then, but yes, I was definitely interested."
Trowa moved to take Quatre's mouth in a deep and searing kiss. His fingers moved into the blond mass once again with an almost instinctive need. "Sorry this took so long," he said, moving down to kiss Quatre's neck.
Somehow Heero's words, and Trowa's rocked him yet again, and he felt the last protective layers peeling away from his heart. He responded to the kiss instinctively, even as his hand moved, searching blindly and capturing Heero's fingers to twine in his own. Quatre's head fell back, offering more skin to Trowa's kisses. "N-no," he mumbled. "Don't... apologize! Please..."
Heero's fingers tightened around Quatre's as he felt his flesh harden even more. Hearing Quatre's words inflamed every part of Heero's body as he lifted Quatre's arm to his mouth. Licking the warm flesh there, Heero moved to taste the inside of Quatre's elbow, feeling Quatre respond and move around him.
Trowa trailed kisses down Quatre's neck and over his chest. Closing his eyes, he licked the small bud of flesh, feeling it harden in his mouth.
Quatre shivered and gasped as his senses were assaulted by wonderful sensations. He was aware that his manhood was throbbing and pushing against the restraint of his briefs, and felt electricity as Heero's warm, velvety flesh slid against his. His back arched, pressing up into Trowa's mouth as his arm found an anchor around the green-eyed boy's shoulders. "Oh... Allah..." he gasped. They were going to kill him... but it would be a lovely way to go.
Indigo eyes opened lazily as Heero glanced down Quatre's body. He could see the dark mane of Trowa's hair and he smiled. Enjoy, koibito, he thought, knowing that this event was one that Trowa thought would never happen. Moving his hand, which was entwined with Quatre's, Heero slid their fingers around the tent in the blond pilot's briefs. He squeezed with just enough pressure to relieve some of the stress, but also to promise more pleasure.
Quatre gasped a bit more loudly as Heero's fingers closed around him through the thin material. "Oh shi... uh... heck!" he cried softly. His arm around Trowa tightened. "You... guys!"
Trowa lifted his head to look up at Quatre with some concern.
Heero grinned, but did not move his hand. "Hai?" he asked, none too innocently.
Quatre laughed shakily. "Um, sorry... I've never... this is very... Allah forgive me," he finished and pulled Trowa's head down so he could kiss the other boy with passionate fire.
Trowa closed his eyes, melting into the kiss. He felt something within him settle and door inside of his heart unlock. He no longer needed to wonder or guess. He knew for certain that Quatre's desire of him was complete.
Heero's grin widened into a beautiful, feral smile. Quatre had given him vital information and he added it to his knowledge base. In that moment, Quatre Winner became a person that no living being had better tamper with or hurt lest they wanted to feel the full wrath of his fury. He watched as the golden one revealed his inner core and reached out with undiluted passion and love.
Licking his lips, Heero felt that passion translated into the rapidly growing and hardening living flesh in his hand.
Quatre moaned into Trowa's mouth. He knew he would never be able to get his balance with these two surrounding him so. He kissed Trowa even more recklessly, sucking the other boy's tongue into his mouth and then suddenly his body stiffened, and he shook slightly. And Heero found himself with a handful of very wet material.
Slumping back against the car seat, Quatre closed his eyes, his cheeks flaming with embarrassment.
Breathing hard, Trowa looked up through his bangs at Quatre's moving stomach. He smiled, in spite of himself as he looked over at Heero, whose wild indigo eyes were wide and filled with fire. Moving up, Trowa kissed Quatre's neck and then his lips once again. "Beautiful," he whispered.
Heero licked his lips once more. Feeling the slippery liquid in his hand, he reached over Quatre's lap and smiled as his hand contacted Trowa. Unerringly, he found the length of flesh he had come to desire so much, and coated it with Quatre's essence. "For you," he said, hearing his lover moan.
Trowa felt Heero's hand on his flesh and leaned his head against Quatre's shoulder. For a moment, he could not speak, but felt suspended between the two of them.
Quatre found that the kiss took away some of his sense of embarrassment, and his wonder as he sensed the exchange between Heero and Trowa distracted him from what was left. He found an almost childlike smile curve his lips as he glanced down and saw Heero reaching across him to touch Trowa's beautiful body and heard the other boy moan. Once again, as in the bedroom when he watched, the sense of rightness between these two filled him. Without thinking, he kissed Heero gratefully for giving so much joy to the green-eyed boy. Then he found himself ensnared by the warm softness and unique taste of the Japanese boy's mouth.
Heero sucked hungrily at Quatre's tongue, taking it deeply into his mouth. He felt the delightful friction in his hand as Trowa's hips canted upward beginning a dance he knew so well. For a moment, he allowed himself to be lost in the motion of his two lovers. Moving his free hand down to capture his own aching flesh, Heero felt a sense of acceptance and desire, as he never had in his life. Finally, he reached up and placed Quatre's hand on himself while he stroked Trowa.
Quatre curled his fingers around the firm, hot flesh, feeling its texture wonderingly. He felt Trowa moving beside him, and began stroking Heero with the same inciting rhythm, wanting to give him pleasure.
Trowa's eyes opened as he moved in Heero's hand. Looking down, he caught a glimpse of Quatre giving pleasure to Heero and cried out against Quatre's neck as he released in an arc over Heero's hand. Blinking, he leaned his head against Quatre's chest, hearing the rhythm of the Arabian's heart move through him.
Heero felt himself close to his peak. Breaking the kiss, he reached out and anchored his hand around the back of Trowa's neck and held on as his body gave way and his seed spread over Quatre's hand. Looking up through half-lidded eyes, he lost himself in Quatre's deep teal pools for a moment. "Koi," he breathed, before kissing Quatre tenderly.
Quatre melted into the kiss, not understanding the word spoken but understanding the tone of the Japanese boy's voice. He'd felt them both release, some of Trowa's liquid spattering his thigh and Heero's coating his hand. A part of him noted it thoughtfully... so it hadn't been so bad that he'd done something like that moments ago. The scent of sex was thick in the air, and he found it incredibly intoxicating. He felt very wanton, sitting in the back of a car between these two beautiful young men, at the same time he felt warmed by their clear acceptance of him. It seemed like some odd, racy fair tale. "I love you, both," he confessed, his voice breathless. "Love and... and want."
"The same goes for me," Trowa replied, nuzzling his cheek against Quatre's chest.
"Hai," Heero replied. Tilting Quatre's cheek with his fingertips, he looked the blond pilot in the eye. "My koibito, lover, koi.. love," he said.
"And it's a good thing he explained his meaning," Trowa said. "Otherwise, he could be calling you his fish."
"Hey," Heero protested. He then scowled a little. "Pay no attention to him," he said, and then looked down at Trowa. "You owe me fifty credits."
Quatre blinked at the exchange. He giggled at the fish reference. At the fifty credits remark he placed his hand over his mouth trying to tell himself that was not what it sounded like or anything related. "Um..." he murmured, holding up one hand. "Do you think we should... uh, put our clothes back on?"
"That would probably be best," Trowa said. "He's right," Heero said. "Well, at least until we get to your room."
The blond Arabian blinked and his hand returned to cover his mouth. "Um, ok," he mumbled, and groped for his pants and shirt. The implied threat caused a resurgence of excitement and he figured he better get zipped up while he could.
Meanwhile...
Duo trembled under the Master's touch. He slid his hand around Wufei's wrist closing his eyes momentarily to the pleasure that washed over his body. "Fu.. Wufei," he breathed, feeling himself lengthen and harden from the sheer closeness of the other. Damnit Maxwell, control, he thought to himself, as perspiration coated his forehead.
Wufei's smile widened fractionally. The braided one was such a sexy young man, so full of life that he rarely seemed still even when he was sitting down. Leaning on his side, head propped up with his other hand, Wufei leaned over the other boy. "Yes?" he inquired. He felt Duo's fingers circle his wrist but noted that they did not try to pull his hand away, and he continued to gently knead Duo's flesh through his pants.
Closing his eyes, Duo growled. He felt his heartbeat speed up at Wufei's simple one word inquiry. "Oh.. god, Wufei," Duo whispered, then reached up to pull the Chinese pilot down for a deep kiss. "You... trying to kill me or what?" he said, looking into the dark depths of Wufei's eyes a short time later.
Wufei relaxed into the kiss, feeling Duo's arms move around his neck. He could feel Duo's body against his and wanted nothing more than to continue to feel as much of it as he could. Breathing deeply, he answered Duo inquiry with a shake of his head. "A master has no need to kill," he said with a slight twinkle perceptible in his gaze. "But perhaps I should think about teaching you a little lesson for your crime..." As he spoke, his leg moved over Duo's thighs and pressed between them.
"Crime?!" Duo managed, between gasps, "What crime are we talkin' here?" he said, moving his hand to Wufei's waist.
"Which one, you mean?" Wufei murmured, brushing Duo's bangs back with a light kiss on his forehead. "Good point... so many... the crime of being too clever for you own good, or the one of lewd behavior in the closet... or the crime of being such a temptation to any righteous man who might see you... and women as well, probably..." Releasing his hold on Duo's pants, he slid his hand up and pushed the violet-eyed boy's shirt up, baring his midriff. "But I was referring to the fact that you are a thief... you managed to steal a rather large piece of my heart some time ago."
Duo felt the air cool his skin as Wufei lifted his clothing. "Can't do anything about that temptation thing," he said with a grin, "But the heart thing... well, it serves you right for sticking with me and believing in my whacked out dream here. It's the company you keep, Master Chang."
Wufei scowled slightly, his fingers dancing across Duo's bare skin. "Serves me right? I'm to be revenged upon for supporting you? Twisted, Maxwell..." he stated. Then he smiled. "And so you." Bending over, he kissed the bared skin and lapped around Duo's navel, as his hand moved down again to pluck at the fastening of the other boy's tight black jeans.
The muscles of Duo's stomach rippled at the touch of Wufei's lips and tongue. The braided pilot moaned and felt his hips flex in anticipation. Duo could never remember wanting someone so much, including Heero. Lying there, on his own bed, with Wufei above him, he finally understood what the Japanese pilot had told him so long ago about wanting with the heart, body and the soul.
Duo moved his hands up to help Wufei unfasten his jeans. The memory of the little taste in the closet propelled him, causing the tension in his body to rise.
Wufei sat up a little and pulled the jeans down Duo's legs and off of his body, secretly enjoying the little wiggle the other boy managed as he helped Wufei remove the garment. His flesh was rising prominently, and Wufei licked his lips, thinking of an opportunity to take his time instead of being in a rush as they had been before. He shifted, straddling Duo's thigh and bending over the other boy's lap as his hand wrapped around Duo's throbbing shaft. His breath was warm as it brushed against Duo's flesh, and the Master bent lower to take that flesh into his mouth.
Duo inhaled deeply as he felt the Master's mouth envelope his aching shaft. Swallowing hard, he felt his skin flush as his body moved to the rhythm set up by Wufei. Opening his eyes, he looked down the length of his body, seeing and feeling the Master's presence all around him. A small smile lifted the corners of Duo's mouth as he realized that he wanted Wufei even more than before.
Moving his hands down, Duo removed the binder around Wufei's ponytail. Dropping it, he slid his fingers into the dark mass of the Master's hair, kneading his scalp as Wufei moved over him.
Wufei felt his hair freed and Duo's fingers threading through it and felt more of his restraints slip away as well. He shook his head, enjoying the sensations, and bent again, intent on pleasuring Duo as well as himself. His fingers ringed the base of Duo's cock, squeezing it gently as his mouth moved down, around and up again and again, sliding his tongue around the heated flesh. His other hand slid down and under the sac, cradling the heavy, twin globes in his palm. Lifting his mouth for a moment from Duo's shaft, he swirled his tongue around, over and along the hemispheres. Then he returned to devouring the violet-eyed boy's cock.
Duo shivered with each new sensation caused by Wufei. His body was damp with perspiration as he felt himself rock against the bed. Closing his eyes, he gripped the bedcovers, losing himself to the Master's rhythm. A short time later, Duo felt his hips flex as he released.
Wufei's eyes closed in satisfaction as he felt Duo tense beneath him, and he savored the thick warm fluid that erupted as his tribute. His hand rubbed along Duo's thigh gently, easing him down, as he licked the last of the salty liquid from his lips. He sat up, looking down at Duo and imprinting the view of the braided boy sprawled in total relaxation. His own cock was hard and aching as he gazed on his handiwork with pleasure.
Duo pulled Wufei up to him and kissed the Master deeply. His hands pushed the vest from Wufei's shoulders, then moved down to cup the prominent bulge in the soft material of Wufei's pants. "Twisted is right, dear Master. That I am. I'm twisted and unworthy and I ache for you. I burn in a way I've never have for anyone. No running. No hiding... not from you," he said fervently, even as his features took on a look of total vulnerability.
Wufei took a deep breath, finding the words washing over him and finding the vulnerable cracks in his own soul. He pressed into Duo's touch, and slid his hands around the American pilot's heart-shaped face. "Never unworthy," he said simply. "Perhaps a tiny bit blind... what you want has been yours for a long time. Take it, Duo," he said, and bent to kiss a line of moist heat along Duo's neck and shoulder.
Duo felt his breath catch at the Master's words. Looking down, he saw the dragons along Wufei's arms and their eyes seemed to glow. Moving like water, Duo slid down and around hooking his fingers into the Master's pants and working them down over his feet. Violet eyes widened with appreciation as he saw the Master's bared body before him.
He moved his hands over the long muscled thighs and slender form of Wufei's body. Bending, he kissed the Master's inner thigh, hearing his words in his ears once again. Moving further up, Duo took Wufei's cock in his hand, moving it with long, slow strokes. Closing his eyes, Duo licked the soft sac taking one of the weighted globes into his mouth. The taste of Wufei's flesh was both heady and exciting. The thought that he could actually have this precious gift drew a smile to Duo's lips and he licked and sucked the Master with urgency and need. Abandoning his prizes, Duo lifted above and over Wufei, taking what he had been given with reverence.
Wufei groaned softly, and relaxed back across the bed, surrendering to Duo's magical touch. His hips moved in response as he felt pleasure surge through his body in waves, each higher than the last. His hand moved restlessly and fastened on the thick braid of chestnut hair that lay across the bed beside him. Gripping it reverently, Wufei watched Duo move over him, his body arching up to meet the other. "Ah... Duo!" Wufei cried, as his body shuddered in the crest of his pleasure.
Panting, he fell back against the bed, a little moisture leaking from the corners of his dark eyes. "Duo..." he breathed, gently tugging the thick braid to bring the other boy to him.
Duo swiped at his mouth with the back of his hand, looking up at Wufei like a panther. He smiled at the tug on his braid and moved up beside the Master. Brushing Wufei's cheek with his hand, Duo bent down at kissed Wufei's temple. "Yes?" he said, softly, noting how magnificently handsome Wufei was.
Wufei pulled Duo into his arms and settled him against his chest. "Xie xie," he said softly. "Thank you. That felt... very good," he added, and kissed Duo deeply.
"Good," Duo said a little breathlessly after the kiss. "I'm glad. I can promise much more in the days and nights to come. Does that sound appealing to you?"
Wufei stroked Duo's bangs gently. "You truly mean it," he murmured, a tiny bit of wonder leaking into his voice. Then he looked at Duo sternly. "Yes. It sounds very... appealing. So you have no lingering desire... for any other?"
"No, not at all," Duo said, feeling no doubts whatsoever. "I want the best. I want the Master," he added, with a slight bow.
Wufei pulled Duo closer and kissed him lingeringly. "The Master," he said softly, "Wants you."
Knowing that there was nothing that could top that, Duo snuggled closer to Wufei winding his arms and legs around the Chinese Master like a cat.
- OWARI -
von
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