Hey hey, well I have posted 3 fics in two days. You must feel honored *grin* hehe, oh well. Anyways, I don't feel like writing much here so:
Warnings: this is a 4x3 LEMON my first serious lemon at that.
Disclaimers: I don't own the g-boyz tho I wish I did, I'm not making any money offa this fic so please don't sue me.
Two boys lay intertwined in bed. The smell of sex permeated the room. The taller of the two was curled around his lover, eyelids heavy and boy sated.
Quatre moved his head slightly and began placing lazy kissed on Trowa's jaw line. The kisses were nearly chaste, not intended to arouse the sated boy, merely comfort.
The brown haired boy stirred and tightened his arms around his blonde angel, holding him close after their recent bout of lovemaking.
"Trowa," the small boy whispered.
"Mmm?" Trowa replied sleepily.
Quatre gently disengaged himself from his lover and leaned over him.
"Trowa , wake up. I want to ask you something."
Trowa's eyelids fluttered open reluctantly revealing green eyes darkened by love and the echos of passion and pleasure. "Hai?"
"Trowa-koi," the golden boy hesitated.
"What is it, angel?" Trowa asked, now fully awak.
"Trowa, I know that you are willing to fufill my fantasies," Quartre blused slightly, remembering the last fantasy that they had performed.
The latin pilot had been working on his Gundam when Quatre ambushed him. It had taken several day before the scent of their lovemaking had vanished from the cockpits of their respective machines.
Trowa blushed faintly as well, but a small smile danced across his lips. "Hai, but that hasn't really been a big chore."
Quatre's blush deepened. "Yes, well." The Arabian cleared his throat lightly. "I was thinking, you always let me enact out my little fantasies, I thought that maybe you had something that you wanted us to do as well."
Trowa looked away from his lover, biting his lip. ‘Should I tell him?' he thought.
"Please, itooshi, I want to do this for you. Anything you want." Quatre put his hand on Trowa's face and guided it so that their eyes met. "I would even let you take me."
There was silence as the taller boy debated with himself. Finally he brought his mouth close to he angelic lover's ear and whispered something.
"Really?" Quatre asked, disbelief and a small amount of amusement colored his voice.
Trowa blushed again and nodded shyly.
The blonde boy smiled enthusiastically at his lover. "That I can definitely arrange."
Trowa opened the door to the newest in a long line of safehouses. It had been a month since Quatre had questioned him about his fantasy. Unfortunately, before it could be fulfilled, the gentle boy had been called away on a mission. Ever since, neither boy had been able to get any time alone with the other.
By chance, the house he was staying in now was another one of Quatre's earthside estates. According to the message, he would be sharing the house with one of the other pilots, however there was no mention of who it would be.
Trowa walked through the door and shut it silently behind him. He automatically surveyed the entire house before retreating to a room that had been prepared for him. It appeared that his housemate had not arrived yet, and, as the servants had obviously let for the night, he was alone in the house.
The quiet boy sighed and began to prepare for bed. He was tired after a mission that lasted far too long for his tastes. He stripped down to his boxers and slipped into the sinfully huge bed. Within minutes, he was asleep.
Trowa was awakened by a light slap to his thigh. Reacting with skills honed through long experience, he shot up out of bed ... or he tried to anyways.
Hi wrists had been handcuffed. Wide green eyes followed the chains to where they had been bolted to the bed frame. A quick test proved that his legs were similarly bound.
"Really, Trowa, there is no way I should have gotten you in your sleep. Tsk tsk, sloppy my love."
Disbelieving eyes turned to behold a golden bision clad in black leather and silvery metal.
Quatre wore skin tight leather pants. Around his was a belt created using a chain wrapped twice about it, the second loop hanging low on his hips. Some time during the intervening month his nipples had been pierced and now small silver hoops graced the pale nubs of flesh. Matching rings were situated from his earlobes.
In his hand he held a black leather collar, such as a dog might wear. Attached to the collar was a ring for a leash and a small tag.
"Quatre," he pulled on his bonds, testing their strength, "what the hell is going on?"
The blonde boy smiled, looking like a fallen angel. "What you wanted, remember?"
The helpless boy shivered as his captor fastened the collar around his neck. Then the leather clad vision moved away towards a chest that Trowa had missed when he came into the room earlier.
As the smaller boy opened the lid, his prisoner saw what was inside. He gasped in shock.
Inside the chest was a collection of sex toys. Everything from riding crops to dildos to nipple clamps.
Quatre selected a few items and then closed the chest once again. Holding the toys close, he stalked back over to his bound lover.
Trowa moaned softly as his fallen angel ran a finger lightly down his chest, brushing over his nipples and stopping at the waistband of his boxers. The leather clad Adonis smiled slightly at the growing bulge that the material covered.
"Now, my love," he said lightly, moving his hand down to lightly stroke Trowa's burgeoning erection, "there are some rules to this game."
Trowa's breathes were becoming shallower and at a slightly faster pace. "Hai?" he maoned.
Quatre's smile grew. "First, you will not speak until you are spoken to.
Second, when you do speak, you will address me as "Master". Third, I am completely in charge. If you are good, you will be rewarded," at this he gave Trowa's erection a much firmer stroke. "If you are bad, however, you will be punished." To emphasize this point, the blonde boy removed his hand from the straining cock.
"Do I make myself clear?" he asked harshly.
"Yes, Master." Trowa replied submissively.
"Good," his captor smiled slightly again. "You learn quickly, dar one."
Quatre traced a path to his captive's nipples, this time pinching and twisting them lightly, causing Trowa to let out a groan of pleasure.
The Arabian continued this treatment until his lover's nipples were hard nubs, then swiftly attached nipple clamps to the sensitive pieces of flesh.
The boy tied to the bed let out a surprised yelp. The yelp blended into a loud moan.
"Please, Quatre," Trowa begged, "please, I need you."
Quatre frowned with displeasure. "You just broke two rules. That's not good. I'm going to have to punish you now."
The leather clad boy grabbed one of the other toys that he had taken from the chest. He held it up so Trowa could see what it was. The brown haired boy's eyes widened at the sight of the dildo.
With brusque motions, Quatre stretched his lover, the thrust the dildo into his passage. Trowa shuddered at the feeling of being filled. Then he let out a sharp cry as it began to vibrate inside of him.
Quatre smiled as the boy writhed in please on the bed. The setting he chose for the dildo would drive Trowa crazy, but would not be enough to bring his release.
As the vibrations of the dildo that teased his senses distracted Trowa, Quatre quickly divested himself of the tight leather pants, which had become progressively tighter as he ‘played' with his lover.
"So, my lover," Quatre said finally, "are you sufficiently punished? Or should I continue with this?"
The green-eyed boy was shuddering uncontrollably. As he turned pleading eyes to his captor, he saw something that made his blood even hotter. Quatre was not stroking his own erection lightly.
"Hai, Master. Please, forgive my earlier mistakes." Trowa moaned. "I swear it will never happen again, Master."
"Hm," Quatre hummed thoughtfully, hands still working his hard flesh. "Yes, I think I have."
With that, Trowa's fallen angel climbed onto the bed between his spread legs. With a twist of his wrist, Quatre removed the dildo from his lover body and then flung it in the direction of the chest. Then, he positioned himself at Trowa's opening and thrust in.
Both men groaned at the feeling of wholeness this act gave them. Quatre began to thrust deeply into Trowa's tight passage. His control was frayed after teasing the other boy for so long. He freed a hand and wrapped it around his lover's neglected erection. Trowa threw back his head and gave a muffled scream of pleasure as he pumped the erection firmly.
The sight of his lover abandoning all control to the pleasure of their act caused Quatre to lose control as well. His thrusts sped up and his hand kept time. Together, the two boys came, crying each other's names.
As the last aftershocks of their orgasms faded, Quatre silently released Trowa from his restraints.
Trowa wrapped his arms around his small lover. "You remembered."
"Ah," Quatre mumbled into his neck. "Did you like it?"
The green-eyed pilot squeezed his lover gently. "Hai, it was perfect."
Nothing more was said as the two exhausted boys fell asleep in each other's arms.
~Owari~
So what did you think of my first serious lemon? Feedback is appreciated.
Kim
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