04-July-2001
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its characters nor do I make any money off the fan fics I write using those characters. Life is so unfair!
Warning: Yaoi lemon and language.
Rating: NC-17 of course!
Pairing: 4X? (Let me know how easy it was to figure out who the ? is before his name gets mentioned, ok?)
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Quatre awoke. The dream that was so vivid and real mere seconds ago, became intangible as it slowly faded away. It's remnants left a fleeting impression on his mind and a harder more painful one in his groin. He looked at the slumbering figure lying next to him as he slowly crept out of the bed. He didn't want to accidentally awaken the person that shared the room, it would be too embarrassing. He tiptoed to the bathroom and closed the door but did not turn on the light. And it was in the darkness of night he found relief on his own.
"We've been waiting for you to get up" Trowa greeted him as Quatre joined the others for lunch, "what's the matter? You look like you didn't sleep well."
"I didn't. I guess I must have had a bout of insomnia last night," he lied.
"I think you should go back to bed," Trowa remarked, "you have circles under your eyes."
"No, I'll be fine. Besides, it's Mardi Gras, we're here to have fun, not to sleep. May I have a cup of coffee please?" he asked the waitress, "in fact, could you just bring me a whole pot of it?"
"Sure thing, sweetie, you want something to eat to go with it?" the waitress asked.
"Are you still serving breakfast?"
"Twenty-four hours a day," the waitress cracked her gum.
"Bring me a large stack with two eggs over medium and a steak," he ordered, "hey I need the energy," he explained as the others stared at him, "oh and a glass of orange juice, too."
"Sure thing doll, let me give the cook this order and I'll be right back with your coffee," the waitress turned and headed towards the kitchen.
Quatre stifled a yawn, "I hope it's strong."
"Do you think it's the noise from the all night parties that's keeping you awake?" Wufei asked, "or maybe it's because you're having to share a bed?"
"Oh, no. It's not that, not that at all," Quatre said hastily, trying to change the subject.
"Hn, maybe you should stay in today and get some more sleep," Heero remarked, taking a good look at the haggardness in Quatre's face.
"Don't worry guys, I'll be fine, really," Quatre said as the waitress returned with a small carafe of coffee and began to pour, "last night was a fluke, I'm sure I'll sleep like a log tonight. By the way, where's Duo?"
"He went to go get your costumes," Wufei replied, "the shop had a couple of them still left, after all."
"I don't know why you and Heero have to be so stubborn, Duo says dressing in costume is part of the celebration," Quatre pointed out, "at least Trowa is wearing his clown outfit from the circus, you two could try to loosen up as well."
"I don't want to be loose," Heero retorted, "I just want to survive the 'fun'.
"Same here," Wufei agreed.
"Remember the saying 'when in Rome'... ?" Quatre reminded them.
"But we're not in Rome... " Heero began.
"We're in New Orleans," Wufei finished for him.
Quatre shook his head at his two friends, then dug into the breakfast the waitress had laid in front of him. By the time he was done, he had cleaned his plate and drained the pot of every last drop of coffee.
"You're kidding me!" Quatre gave Duo an incredulous look, "you really expect me to wear this? Wait... this is one of your jokes, right?"
"Nope," Duo chuckled, "they only had two costumes left and they were both the same. The clerk said people start reserving their costumes months in advance. They only had them because the reservation was cancelled."
"But... "
"Come on Quat, we'll both freeze our butts off, but it'll be fun."
"But, Cupid?" Quatre looked at the small piece of white cloth that made up the main part of the costume.
"At least it looks more like a loin cloth than a diaper, be thankful for that," Duo grinned.
"Either way, we'll be half naked," Quatre groaned.
"And your complaint is? We are either going to get into a lot of fights or get a lot of propositions with these costumes," Duo laughed then ducked as Quatre picked up and threw the closest thing handy at him.
Duo and Quatre had somehow gotten separated from the other three and decided they'd go make their own fun instead of spending their time looking for them.
The streets were alive with the sounds of zydeco and Cajun music and the vendors were kept busy by the crowds of people buying sausages, turkey legs and crawdads. The two friends ducked into a bar and ordered a couple of Hurricanes, a mix of dark rum, lemon and passion fruit juices. The drink was all the rage at this year's celebration.
"These are really good," Quatre remarked as he began to slurp down his drink.
"Hey, not so fast Q-ball, they not only taste like punch but they also have quite a punch to them," Duo grinned, "drink 'em too fast and they'll get you right between the eyes."
"Too late," Quatre giggled as he ordered himself another.
"Come on," Duo laughed, pulling him off the stool and out of the bar, "let's go raise some hell and work off that buzz you've got."
"How can we raise hell when we're dressed like this?" Quatre giggled some more, "my wings tickle," he added as he shrugged and rotated his shoulders, trying to work out the feathers away from his skin. "Now tell me again why we're wearing these outfits?" Quatre asked.
"So we'll get into fights and get propositioned," Duo laughed, "come on let's go dance."
"You know, you do have a strange idea of what's fun," Quatre retorted.
"And that's why you hang with me," Duo smirked, "admit it, your life would be dull without me around."
"Sometimes dull is a good thing," Quatre muttered.
"Huh? Did you say something?"
"Nothing," Quatre grinned back, "except you're not going to be happy until we go see what kind of trouble we can get into. Lead on McDuff."
"I'm ready to collapse," Quatre groaned, "I don't know what hurts more, my feet or my butt. I swear, I was getting ready to shoot the next person that pinched or grabbed me with one of these arrows."
Duo fell on the bed after removing his quiver and wings, "but you enjoyed yourself, admit it," he grinned as he rolled over on his back and began stretching like a contented cat, "I wonder what the others are up to, they're not back yet."
"I have no idea," Quatre said, answering Duo's question. "And yes, I admit I had fun," Quatre had to agree, "But now I'm gonna take a shower and then go to bed. I can't believe how hot and sweaty we got, it is February, after all."
"It's not all that cold here, especially with all those bodies pressed together. I think my butt's gonna be about as bruised as yours, not that I blame them. We are a couple of hot looking guys after all," Duo teased, "our butts were begging to be pinched in those loin cloths."
"I'm ignoring that and I'm going into the bathroom now," Quatre laughed and closed the door behind him
"I think I'm going to go shower as well," Duo yelled out.
For the second night in a row, Quatre awoke with a start from the same strange dream. He had chalked up the previous night to the excitement of being in New Orleans, a town known for its revelry and debauchery. Tonight he knew better, for tonight he remembered the dream and blushed at the memory of it. Once again he slinked off to the bathroom to ease his need and hoped to hell he hadn't wakened his roommate with his groans. Where were those wet dreams coming from, anyway?
"Quatre, you look like crap," Trowa commented as Quatre once again missed breakfast, not showing up until lunchtime.
"Coffee... and lot's of it," he told the waitress, "and I feel like crap" he responded to Trowa.
"Where did you and Duo disappear to yesterday?" Wufei asked, "I thought we were supposed to 'experience the biggest party ever' together."
"I'm sorry guys, we got separated. So instead of spending our time looking for you, we took off on our own," Quatre apologized, "and I must say, we had a blast. We ate too much, drank too much, danced our feet off and got into a couple of fights... that's probably why I look and feel like 'crap'," he added, giving Trowa a pointed stare.
"About those fights... " Heero piped up, "Une's going to have our butts for breakfast if she finds out you two are down here stirring up trouble. We're supposed to be enjoying ourselves, not brawling with the civilians."
"We weren't looking for trouble, Heero. We had some guys give us grief over those costumes. We had no choice but to defend ourselves," Quatre said defiantly.
"Hn. Well, you two aren't going to have that problem today, I ordered Duo to return them to the costume shop."
"Hmph, bet he didn't like that very much," Quatre grinned.
"He didn't, I had to threaten to blacken his other eye," Heero said in all seriousness.
"Duo, I can't believe we lost them again," Quatre glared at his braided companion, arms crossed over his chest while he tapped one foot, his doubt written all over his face, "you did it on purpose... why?"
"Did what on purpose? You mean getting separated from them? Admit it, do you really think we'd have as much fun with them as we've had by ourselves?"
"I don't know, I guess not, I mean ... well... Duo... oh, never mind," Quatre stammered over his words.
"Spit it out Quatre. What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," Quatre lied, "I just think we should all hang out together tonight. Heero already warned me about us getting into trouble again. We'll stay out of trouble if we stay with him and the others."
"I know, he warned me too. Ok, so maybe the Cupid costumes weren't such a good idea after all, even though you're ass seemed to look pretty good in yours," Duo leered.
"And how would you know?" Quatre whispered shyly.
"Well, from all the pinch marks you've got now, I'd say everyone thought so."
"Oh!"
Odd, was it possible to feel disappointed and relieved at the same time? Quatre decided it was, because that was exactly how he felt.
"Let's go find the others," Duo chuckled, "who knows, maybe we can teach them how to enjoy themselves."
"That would be a miracle, Maxwell," Quatre snickered at his pun.
"Hmmm, 'Miracle Maxwell', I like the sound of that," Duo laughed, "please, after you," Duo half bowed, "I want to see for myself what everyone's been pinching."
As Quatre walked ahead of Duo, he turned various shades of pink and red and couldn't think of anything witty to say.
"I would have never guessed that Heero Yuy would sucker-punch someone," Quatre tried to laugh as he held his side, "even though the guy deserved it. And can you believe Trowa! Lord, he's got a mean left hook!"
"What about Wufei? Not only was he drinking but he was dancing and having a great time," Duo smiled, "I'm still wondering how he managed to stay out of that riot, we sure got sucked into it," he drawled as he gently rubbed his jaw, "I think we need some ice, be back in a sec."
He grabbed the ice bucket and headed for the machine at the end of the hallway.
Quatre sat on the edge of the bed as he began to unbutton his shirt. He winced as he pulled it off.
"I'm going to be one big bruise by the time we're ready to leave," he chuckled to himself. He pulled his shoes off, then stood and removed his pants then stepped over to the bathroom for a long, hot shower.
Quatre slid in between the cool sheets and laid his head on the plump, soft pillow. Noticing the other side of the bed was empty. Wondering where his roommate might be was his last thought before he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He awoke to the gentle touch of a hand on his stomach as a head snuggled itself in the crook of his neck and shoulder and a leg draped itself across him. A gasp caught in his throat as fingers softly traveled down his abdomen and began stroking his manhood. The puffs of breath against his face were the deep and even breaths of sleep.
His mind raced, ideas dying as soon as they were born, flashing and colliding against each other in utter chaos. His uncertainty grew as each caress of finger and palm engorged him further and he bit his lip to keep from groaning.
The relaxed, smooth breathing paused as lips whispered "Quatre" in the depths of slumber, shocking Quatre out of the disordered turmoil of his thoughts and into the realization that he was being seduced in a dream, acted out in sleep.
Quatre bit his lip harder as nimble fingers continued to play and dance over his aching arousal. He wanted... no... needed to cry out his pleasure and his pain. If he did, he would awaken the sleeper, the consequences being either utter bliss or total despair.
He mustered up his courage and gathered his resolve. He would never be a winner if he didn't reach out to grab the brass ring. He slowly turned on his side and gently brushed the hair away from the sleeping face before he placed a light kiss on those soft lips. Eyelids fluttered as a sigh escaped lips and the sleeper rolled, his back now turned towards the blond. Quatre let out his own sigh, his plan would have to wait until morning.
Quatre closed his eyes upon hearing a yawn and pretended to be asleep. He had to act quickly in order for his plan to work, before the sleeper completely awakened and rose from bed. Just as his bedmate had done in his sleep, Quatre snuggled up to him, wrapped his leg around him and laid his hand on the hard flat stomach and gently rubbed, increasing the length of each stroke until he found his target.
Hesitantly, Quatre slid his hand over the other man's groin and began to softly massage and work his manhood making it swell and eliciting groans from his half asleep bedmate. The sleeper's body began to writhe and squirm from the attention his cock was getting, then rolled to his side as Quatre kissed him. The sleeper opened his mouth, feeling the light pressure on his lips, inviting Quatre's tongue to enter. Quatre gently pressed himself tightly against the sleeper's chest pushing him to his back and delved his tongue deeply into that intoxicating mouth.
Quatre's kiss was returned with a fervor that became more intense as the sleeper became fully roused and aroused. He seemed surprised, yet delighted to have his long ignored desire awakened in such a manner.
"Quatre," he whispered in the same husky tone he'd uttered in his sleep, "I want you."
Quatre moaned at the sounds of those words as they vibrated through him and settled in his groin making him hard and erect. As thrilled as he was to hear those words on Duo's lips, he wanted even more to take those lips and crush them to his.
Arms embraced as hands smoothly caressed and fondled hot, excited skin while mouths touched and brushed and tongues plunged, flicked and danced.
Quatre's eyes shone as he looked into the deepening cobalt pools that were pulling him in, ensnared by Duo's lust with no desire for escape. He wanted to remain trapped forever in those darkened pools, never to be released. Duo was just as stranded in the blue seas of Quatre's eyes. Forever lost, forever floating within them.
With a feral grin, Quatre hovered over his braided lover and began to lick and tease his way around Duo's neck and ears feeling the vibrations of his moans against his tongue. Then his tongue started trailing down and over Duo's chest, taking time to tease each nipple to perfect erectness.
"You're way overdressed," he said, his voice turned deep and husky by his hunger.
"So are you," Duo rasped as they both squirmed out of the last barriers between them and skin.
"Turnabout, fair play and all that," Duo grinned as he pushed Quatre on to his back and tenderly seized Quatre's cock in the palm of his hand, his long fingers wrapping themselves around it. He began to softly squeeze and manipulate it between those agile fingers and thumb making Quatre's hips rise and fall to the rhythm of his hand.
The world slowly faded out leaving Quatre aware of only Duo's fingers and what they were doing to him. His moans were silent cries to his ears, their sound drowning in the rush of heated blood beating through his heart.
He tried to hold out, to make it last but Duo's adept fingers, touching him in a way he had not been touched for what seemed a life time, had dominion over him and they won.
He orgasmed with a violence he had never felt before, his whole body shuddered as he felt the most pleasurable of sensations sweep over him as his seed erupted, spilling onto the sheets. He held his breath as the last waves of his climax slowly died to ripples of fulfillment and settled down to a quiet contentment.
"How are you doing?" Duo whispered as he bent down to recapture Quatre's mouth in a kiss.
"I'm doing fine," Quatre said with a silly yet happy grin as he pulled Duo down on top of him, "you'll see as soon as I get my second wind."
"I'm counting on it," Duo smiled, nibbling on Quatre's neck and shoulders as he softly rubbed his erection into Quatre's groin.
Quatre's bright innocent smile belied his lascivious thoughts as he rolled them over and began sliding down Duo's form, lowering his head.
"Ahhh... aaahhh," Duo moaned, tangling his fingers through Quatre's hair. His eyelashes fluttered as he arched off the bed when Quatre took his cock wholly into his mouth and sucked.
Quatre's head bobbed while his tongue played up and down Duo's length. He licked, nipped and sucked. His tongue twirled and swirled over and around the head of Duo's erection. He tasted the creamy beads of Duo's precum, loving their tang and essence. He wanted more, not satisfied until Duo offered unto him all he had to give.
"Duo... ," he whispered urgently.
"Geez Quatre... don't stop now!" Duo whined.
Quatre giggled, raising up to once again capture Duo's lips in a kiss.
"Duo, did you happen to bring anything?"
"What?" he didn't quite understand, the haze of lust confusing him.
"Lubrication, do you have any?" Quatre asked, almost blushing.
Duo sat up and chuckled, "it's not something I carry around with me, contrary to popular belief."
"I don't either and there's nothing in the hotel room we could use," Quatre's eyes suddenly lit up. He snatched his pants off the floor and quickly pulled them on.
"Don't go away," he grinned as he walked out the door.
Duo sighed as he laid back down on the bed, his erection twitched and he groaned as he began massaging it, easing some of the ache in his groin, reliving the feel of Quatre's mouth on him.
A loud pounding noise jolted him back to reality, followed by a mumble of voices then silence.
"Did you miss me?" Quatre teased as he pulled off his pants and pounced on top of Duo, smothering his mouth with a kiss before he could answer.
He reached down with one hand, brushing Duo's out of the way and he took over gently stroking and massaging Duo's cock. His other held a small plastic bottle.
"Duo, lay on your stomach," he whispered in his ear.
"Uh-uh," Duo sighed, "this feels too good. See?" he reached over and started stroking Quatre between his legs, "ah... what's that?" he noticed the bottle Quatre was holding.
"Baby oil," Quatre answered, "and it's better than nothing," he added, in response to the doubtful look on Duo's face. "Now roll over!" he ordered.
"You're command is my wish," Duo grinned, laying on his stomach, " be gentle with me," he joked.
Quatre brushed Duo's braid aside and kissed the back of his neck, "mmmmmmm," he breathed in the scent of Duo's hair and skin, "even your smell is a turn on," he sighed as he flipped open the cap and let the oil drip out onto his fingers.
He began to delicately rub the oil around Duo's entrance. As he rubbed, he held the bottle just over his fingers and allowed more oil to drip over them as he pushed his way inside. Duo moaned as he felt the gentle prodding of Quatre's fingers gain access and groaned when Quatre began using those fingers to stretch and relax him.
Quatre's fingers explored, looking for that one spot he hoped to find. Duo's sudden gasp and jerk told him he'd found what he was searching for. He pulled up on Duo's hips and Duo raised himself to his hands and knees.
Quatre coated his length with oil and pressed it to Duo's opening, slowly sliding it in.Duo wiggled his butt and squeezed, sending jolts of pleasure through Quatre's cock.
"Duo, cut it out or I'm gonna come right now!" Quatre hissed through clenched teeth, "now, what do you want, slow and steady or fast and hard?"
"Fast and hard," he purred as he began to rock his hips against Quatre's groin, showing him exactly how he wanted to be taken.
Quatre plunged into Duo, slowly at first, to let Duo adjust, then he quickened the pace as he reached around and grasped Duo's fully hardened erection with one hand and pumped to the rhythm of his thrusting hips.
Duo grabbed a pillow, hugging it as he lowered his head onto it, keeping his hips high in the air as Quatre fucked him harder and faster, his hand keeping tempo with his cock.
Duo's groans were loud and hoarse and he buried his head into the pillow as Quatre continually pounded into him, each push brushing against his prostate. The constant stimulation of his sweet spot was almost more than he could take, the pleasure excruciatingly unbearable as he craved release.
Quatre moaned, the tightness of Duo's ass made his cock tingle as it became more sensitive with each thrust and pull, the feel of Duo's own manhood held in his hand added to his excitement and need.
Duo came suddenly, spilling his seed into Quatre's hand and over the sheets, and he screamed Quatre's name.
Quatre arched his back as he continued to bump and grind into Duo's ass, he wanted to last longer but came quickly after Duo did, shooting his seed deep within, gasping from the orgasmic wave that washed over him, draining his strength. He collapsed on top of Duo too tired to do much else than roll to his side and cuddle as they drifted off to sleep.
Quatre awoke, but this time on his own. Duo was still snuggled against him, his head nestled in the crook of his neck and shoulders, an arm and a leg slung across him, sleeping soundly.
Quatre supposed they needed to talk, but not now. He was content to just lay there and watch Duo as he slept. He slid his arm underneath his braided lover, laying his head on his chest, holding on, never to let go as he drifted back to sleep.
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