21-Sep-2000
Category: Adventure, Action, Romance, Dark Angst.
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4x5 (Combinations thereof.)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being made or sought here, just having fun.
Notes: PLEASE READ!! Okay, Trowa and Wufei are back, they are I promise.
There are some serious Emotional Angst and other Dark Emotions going on here
along with a little D&S (Dominance and Submission.) Also some LEMON (Graphic
Male/Male sexual content. 3x5 to be exact) If two consenting males pushing
the sexual envelope disturbs you, be warned now.
Bonne (bonnejeanne@yahoo.com) is the wonderful puppeteer of Wufei. I'm responsible for Trowa and Quatre and Duo.
Wufei froze. His eyes widened and he shook his head silently. "No," he said softly. His face flushed, then paled.
It was hard but Trowa forced himself to turn and to face the young dragon directly. His heart twisted as he watched the handsome features go pale. "Yes." He said simply, stroking his tongue across his lips. "I... I watch Wufei. I learned long ago how to watch and look beyond what was shown me. Look through the illusions, past the clown's mask. I could feel your pain and all I wanted to do was soothe it. Beyond that, I saw hints of the Wufei, you've shown us more and more and that powerful, gentle creature... I fell in love with. Believe me... it was a... shock and I didn't know how I was supposed to feel or what I was supposed to do."
Wufei swallowed, staring at Trowa, his eyes wide and open. His throat seemed to constrict slightly. He turned suddenly and the edge of his hand came down on a small table by the bed. The flimsy piece of furniture splintered and collapsed into a pile of sticks. Flexing his hand, he looked around the room blindly.
"I... I... should have... that was... why... that was why you did it..." the words seemed less spoken as to simply escape from Wufei's lips. "I never... understood... that was why..."
Trowa moved quickly, the way he moved towards and to a wounded creature. Reaching out he caught Wufei's shoulders, looking into those dark eyes, his own bright green and brilliant due to the moisture held back. "I... wanted to come back down to Earth with you and Heero so much it was a physical ache. I wanted to be there for you that night but I knew if I had been... everything would have changed so fast and without any control and without any choice on your part or on Quatre's. I loved you... I loved him... I was in agony. In the end, I did the only thing I could think to do. I gave that which I loved, that which was most precious to me... and I prayed."
Wufei grabbed Trowa's shoulders, his eyes wide, dark wells going down to his soul. "I couldn't... understand... I should have... known but... I... how could I have imagined... I..." He shook his head over and over. "I just... took what was offered... like a..." Wufei shuddered slightly. "What have you done?"
Trowa shivered in fear but he didn't retreat. "How were you to know? Or understand? I didn't know.. or understand and I had all the pieces to the complex puzzle." Trowa whispered the words softly, then tried to gather Wufei into his arms, wanting, needing to feel the powerful compact body against his own.
Wufei stilled, his heart beating hard and fast. His so-new, so brave new world was spinning around him. He felt his hands move of their own accord, wrapping around the other boy with enough strength to push breath out of his lungs and he found Trowa's mouth, pressing his lips almost bruisingly against the other boy, parting them to invade with his tongue. After a bare moment, he reached down and grabbed control back into himself, shutting his body down, trying to get a grip on the raw emotions and push them back.
Trowa felt something within his soul relax when Wufei didn't draw away. He returned the fierce embrace, his lips tangling with his lover's, the pressure matched as he heard their teeth click together so greedily did he drink in Wufei's taste and feel. He kissed Wufei ruthlessly with all the pent up passion, want and desire from so many months... almost years.
After a few minutes of this.. Trowa drew back a little, one tear had broken loose and traced down his cheek, painting a silvery line much like clown make-up across his face. "I... never meant to tell you because I didn't want you to think the wrong thing."
Wufei looked into those green eyes, his own still wide and a bit lost. "What wrong thing?" he said. "I... I have no honor..."
Trowa's eyes widened and then he shook his head violently, reaching up his hands to grab both sides of Wufei's face. The hold was tender but firm and his hands trembled. "Stop it. What I did... was perhaps the most selfish of manipulations ... to you both. I didn't know what to do anymore. I love you both. I couldn't stand seeing you in so much pain, I was nearly out of my mind with concern. Wufei Chang, you have been nothing if not honorable in this whole.. confusing situation. You've been our steadfast and our strength don't you understand that?"
Wufei shook his head. "No," he whispered simply. "I was needy and I took what was offered. I didn't understand why... I should have never taken it until I knew why. For his sake. For yours... for my honor. But I didn't wait." He swallowed. "It... it might have been different. How can I ever know?"
Trowa hung his head a little, "We can't. I could have come directly to you with my feelings but we don't know what would have happened. I can guess though ... from that time. It... is not a pretty image. I could have gone directly to Quatre but I know what he'd have done. He would have donned that.. what do you call it.. *Saint Quatre* mask and stepped away... no matter how much it hurt him."
Wufei gave Trowa a little shake. "So you take away his choices. And you say he ... manipulates you..."
Trowa's head ducked. "I know." He whispered, strained. "In that one act... I played against everything I knew about him but I couldn't stop myself Wufei. I *had* to help you. For right or for wrong I acted. I'm sorry. I just told him... asked him... to do whatever he felt he needed to do to comfort you that night."
Wufei gave Trowa another little shake, as if he couldn't help himself. Something seemed to twist inside his chest and then something seemed to break. He made a sudden movement and Trowa found his legs pulled from under him as they fell onto the bed. Wufei was over him instantly. He banged his forehead against Trowa's chest a few times, then looked up, his cheeks wet but his expression changed imperceptibly.
"Kisama." Wufei said softly. Then he smiled. "You damn well better fix this mess you've created or.. or I'll offer myself to my ancestors ... which will only piss them off."
Trowa let himself be flipped onto the bed, laying there in a shocked sort of manner as Wufei banged his forehead against his chest. His green eyes studied Wufei's face almost desperately, trying to note all the little changes and trying to figure out their complex meaning.
He paled at the threat and his arms moved up around Wufei's body as he shook his head, whispering. "I'll fix it.. I promise I'll fix it.. I can't lose you, either of you, I can't." The words stumbled over themselves, breathless and despairing.
Wufei sighed, and kissed Trowa deeply. This kiss did not have the feelings of anger or despair in it. "Fine," he said, his mouth quirking slightly as he looked down. "Trowa Barton, you are a kisama and a son of a bitch. And you're incredibly clever planned worked. So now you are upset at the little one for running you around. You are so clever, you figure out how to stop him. All you have to do is tell him to shut up and listen. And if he doesn't... gag him."
Trowa's tense body relaxed a little further, though he was still wound up. "Yes, I am a son of a bitch but.. maybe one clever plan a lifetime is my limit. In which case... I wouldn't change what I used it on." He reached up and touched the damp cheeks of the boy leaning over him, stroking away the warm moisture. Then his green eyes widened and he crept out of wary stance enough to joke. "So... that's your secret? Gag him?"
Wufei bent down and nipped Trowa's lower lip with his teeth. "No," he said. "My secret is I tell him if he dies, I won't stay here after that. This shuts him up, because he knows I mean it. Now I have two of you to worry about. This complicates things but I can't pretend I care. I won't take back anything I have given. Now my heart has two owners. If you fight - I die." Wufei shrugged. "Seems a fair trade to me."
Trowa tensed back up a little. "We'd... never ask you to choose between us Wufei. I don't know how to make you understand that... I don't think he does either. I don't feel jealous of what you and he share and..." Trowa stopped looking up at the ceiling, "well.. I don't know what goes through his mind sometimes. I catch him looking at us and he's got this... content, happy little grin on his face. "
Wufei stroked Trowa's hair, brushing it a little to the side. "It doesn't matter if you ask or not," he said. "I have to choose every day. Today I chose to be here with you. I trust your heart. I trust his. You have something left to work out between you but damned if I think I can help. I'm not the little master," he said, with a wry smile. "I don't 'fix' things. All I can do is give you what is in me. And say my own prayers. That the love I have always known was between you two will not wither but grow. Pray that you are willing to do what you must to make it so. Whatever happens, it will play out before me and sweep me along with it. But I will never have a single regret, Trowa Barton. Believe that."
Trowa reached up and cupped the side of Wufei's face in his long fingers. He spoke in soft, intense tones. "I believe what we are doing is the right thing Wufei. All of us. Both together and individually. I believe in *our* strength."
Wufei sighed and nodded. He bent and kissed Trowa deeply. Then he lifted himself from the bed. "When I mentioned that we had some time to wait, I actually had something else in mind," he said, going over to his bag. He took something from it and that something disappeared into a pocket. Turning back he frowned slightly. "I wanted this to be a time for you. I promised you that time. Perhaps it's not needed any more but I meant what I said. I am willing... to explore anything you need or want to explore."
Trowa lay there, thoughtfully, looking at Wufei. He blushed a little but his eyes never left the face of his lover. "I.. needed to explore my feelings... about all of us. Now... now I think I would very much like to hope that those were the handcuffs you tucked into your pockets, and use them to secure your hands to the bedframe so I can concentrate on making love to every inch of your body without your hands distracting me." He tripped over a couple of the words and was quite beet red at the end of his little request.. but he did make it through the speech.
Wufei smiled slightly. "Oh," he said softly. "I thought there was something else... something about control... something about power... but I guess I was wrong." He came over to the bed, took the handcuffs from his pocket and dropped them on Trowa's chest. "If the time should return, I will again be ready to show you... what I am willing to do... where I am willing to go, for you."
Trowa looked at the metal cuffs on his chest and something in him, seemed to click. Instead of automatically clamping down on the impulse, Trowa let it burn through his veins, feeling it grow. The fire fed by what he saw in his young dragon's eyes.
Catching the cuffs up in one hand, he moved swiftly to his feet, grabbing Wufei tightly and pulling the slightly shorter body up against his own. His lips ducked and landed hard on Wufei's. The kiss was demanding, as demanding as the one earlier had been desperate. His tongue plundered it's way past the barrier of lips and teeth and his hands shifted along Wufei's body, catching both his arms and pulling them back behind Wufei's spine. The cool metal of the handcuffs was pressed between his hand and Wufei's wrist.
Wufei yielded to the kiss like snow melting to water. He did not resist the pull of his arms, simply sucked on Trowa's tongue, swaying slightly but giving no indication of any hesitance.
Trowa had cased the room when they'd first moved into the little space. What he wanted was an old nail up against the far wall, away from the bed and he swung the pliant body in his arms towards that space, backing them both up till Wufei's shoulders hit the wall. Once there, he pulled both of the other boy's hands up and over his head, hooking them together with the cuffs and hooking a link between the cuffs over the nail. Effectively holding Wufei's body stretched up against the wall, pulling the other boy up onto the tips of his toes.
Trowa paused here for a moment, letting his hands dance along the exposed ribcage and flanks as he softened the kiss for just a moment, he couldn't help himself, he waited to feel any hint of hesitation or resistance to the actions.
Wufei's heart beat hard and fast. He stretched upwards, balancing to keep the metal from biting harder into his wrists. His mouth never faltered in returning the deep kiss but he was sure Trowa could hear his blood pounding, the sound filled his ears. Wufei had thought a great deal about where this could lead - he did not take the actions blindly. Trowa's hands on his skin cause trails of heat across his body. He gasped when his mouth was released, looking up into the tall boy's green eyes with wide dark ones, then his gaze dropped, as a flush stole over his cheeks.
Trowa's head arched a little and the expression that stole into those dark green eyes was much like the one that had burned at the bound Quatre in the study. Trowa could feel the heat burning through his own veins. He had reacted to Wufei, to what he thought his lover wanted but now he felt the same want, the same urge to control and dominate bleed from his heated blood into his skin. He smiled, not unkindly but the expression was very.. unlike the usual Trowa.
Stepping back he reached for the tie of Wufei's trousers, undoing it and any other impediments to his fingers. Once he had those open he knelt down and pulled the trousers off his captive lover, baring Wufei's lower body to the slight chill in the room. Tossing the pants aside he tilted his head to the side contemplating the matter of the shirt. Turning away for a moment, he reached into the pocket of his jacket, pulling out a small item. There was a soft snick as the switchblade snapped to the open position.
A slight tremor moved through Wufei's body at the soft sound and he held his body very still, his eyes still lowered, his lower lip caught between his teeth unconsciously. At his groin, his manhood stirred, starting to swell, leaving little doubt of the direction of the Chinese boy's thoughts and reactions to the dangerous game.
Trowa caught the action and he moved close once again, reaching up with one hand, he danced the point of the knife, razor sharp and Wufei had seen the green eyed boy employ it before, along an outstretched palm. With his other hand he reached down and curled his fingers around awakening flesh.
The touch was firm, not tentative. This time his fingers worked with surprising skill, demanding a response from the sensitive cock he held.
Wufei swallowed a cry as the firm grip encircled his shaft. The flesh responded immediately, straining quickly to full erection, bleeding a few drops of clear liquid. The Chinese boy's hips flexed helplessly, moving with the skillful hand that had captured him. There was a swiftly building urgency in the boy's straining muscles as he balanced on his toes, unable to do anything other than react.
Trowa remembered the game well. As soon as Wufei's hips began to flex into the touch, he turned the blade and brought the flat of it down hard on the exposed wrist. He knew he should start with the palm but he couldn't risk that Wufei would close his fingers around the edged weapon and hurt himself. So, he brought the flat of the blade down on the tender skin of the wrist with a hard smack and at the same moment he pulled his other hand away from the straining flesh down below.
Trowa said nothing but he was a master of body language and the two movements combined spoke clearly. 'How dare you enjoy yourself without *my* permission.'
Wufei swallowed a gasp this time, trying to still his muscles. He kept his eyes down, fixed on Trowa's body. His reaction was quick enough to betray another of the Chinese boy's few remaining secrets ... he too knew the game being played. Layers peeled away from the proud warrior leaving a naked and vulnerable soul, ready to be molded.
Trowa's heart twisted as he took in the reaction and the knowledge it brought with it. For a moment all he wanted to do was release Wufei and cuddle him under the covers. Just the two of them hidden away from the world. He fought the urge only because he knew these were shadows they both needed to face and conquer with each other.
Wufei's eyes flickered up ever so briefly, meeting the green ones so close for mere seconds but the message in them was clear. *I am not afraid for you to know,* his eyes said. *I am not afraid to know you.* Then his lids dropped, returning him to the role hidden so deeply inside.
Trowa's hand remained away from Wufei's body as he traced the blade down along the upraised arm. He took a slow, stuttered breath, meeting that dark gaze for that split second and understanding more there then he ever had in his young life. Catching the edge of Wufei's shirt at the collar and holding it away from his body, Trowa's strong wrist flicked and the blade cut the edge of the fabric.
He caught at both edges and ripped it asunder, exposing Wufei's torso to his eyes and hands. For a long time, he left Wufei to just hang there, then the cold kiss of the knife touched the young dragon's well muscled torso, drawing down along silken skin with just enough pressure to be *felt* but not enough to actually cut.
Wufei shivered at the touch of the metal, controlling and impulse to flinch. His muscles flexed slightly and his chest moved with respiration that was becoming rapid and shallow.
The natural showman in the green eyed boy came to the fore as he turned the knife neatly over his wrist before using it to cut away the remaining barriers of the shirt. Once he pulled the ruined fabric off Wufei's body he stepped close, pressing his own still fully clothed form against the straining muscles. He didn't kiss Wufei, not because he didn't want to but because it was a level of tenderness that was often absent in such games and he held it back skillfully. Instead he made a slow undulation with his body, rubbing against the other one, letting groin strain against groin without allowing either of them any sort of immediate relief.
Nostrils flaring, Wufei breathed in the scent of the tall boy, licking his lips. He groaned softly as he felt the other boy's jeans-clad body rub against his straining and sensitive flesh. His body was beginning to shine with tiny drops of perspiration, brought on by the succession of flushes that moved across his skin. He wanted to rub himself against the other boy but... didn't dare.
As if he'd *heard* the disobedient thought, Trowa moved like a striking snake and sank his teeth roughly into the fleshy part of Wufei's straining shoulders. The pressure was enough to leave one hell of a bruise and in fact it would be a long lasting one as well. Trowa closed the little knife and tossed it back towards his coat. He could use his hands just as well and carefully trimmed nails raked down along bared ribs and flanks.
The bite drew a gasp, quickly swallowed, and a flinch, quickly controlled. The light touch of nails across skin, however provoked a low whimper.
Trowa tsked softly and just as quickly as it had all begun, it ended. He stepped back and away from Wufei's flushed body. It took every ounce of the green eyed boy's control... on a number of levels... but he succeeded in walking away, backing up to the bed he stretched out leisurely tapping, meaninglessly, on the keyboard of the vid control pad. He looked perfectly calm, unless you studied the way his breathing was rapid and his green eyes flickered from the screen to Wufei and back.
The Chinese boy's eyes flickered, watching Trowa move away. He licked his lips again and his expression showed a flicker of understanding ... yes he'd almost expected this to happen soon. But the understanding did not hold back the need and the almost frantic desperation in his face. He flexed his muscles, knowing if he did not do so often enough, his legs and arms would begin to cramp. He licked his lips again, feeling a drop of sweat bead and begin sliding one by one across his flesh. He cock remained stiff and straining, held in stasis by tension.
Trowa left the mute vid on and turned finally to look at Wufei, who was being very disobedient at the moment and the green eyes burned against the bare body straining against the wall. The intensity of Trowa's gaze was almost as powerful as a touch and he used it slowly. Starting at Wufei's face and letting his eyes travel along the powerful muscles straining and on downwards, enjoying the aroused body.
Trowa's own breathing quickened and finally, he moved. Coming back up to his feet he reached out and slowly drew one finger along the underside of Wufei's straining cock, tickling it with the nail.
Wufei's hips jerked, uncontrollably and he hissed, biting his lip again to quiet himself. He was very close to something, words, a word, forming in his mind already, repeating itself, but he kept it from his lips as long as he could.
Trowa stepped closer, his body warm, heated from his own excitement as his hand slid back along Wufei's length, behind it to the sensitive sac behind. There he tickled very gently at the tender skin, his touches using just enough pressure to make the Chinese boy ache, while never enough pressure to give any sort of relief. He reached up with his other hand and took Wufei's face in his fingers, turning it up till dark eyes were forced to meet green. Though it was often banked behind the expressionless mask the taller pilot wore, the intensity of will and determination was bared for Wufei to see, making his eyes as brilliant an emerald as the most exquisite gem.
Wufei's hips rocked, there was no way for him to control that now, straining forward into the touch. He licked his lips again, as his eyes were brought up to meet Trowa's. Wide and dark, there was nothing hidden there - only need, desire, hunger, pooling and threatening to drown the Chinese boy in the current.
Trowa felt his own control slipping and his own hunger surged up into his eyes. He released Wufei's face, replacing the hold of his fingers with the searing heat of his kiss as his lips plundered the soft mouth beneath his. His hand reached down, undoing the front of his pants. He never got undressed in this, baring Wufei naked before him yet remaining clothed himself. Still his flesh sprang with something akin to relief from the constraining clothing and he groaned into Wufei's lips as he stopped teasing the other boy's lower body so he could use both hands to lift up the young dragon, pressing him tighter against the wall.
Wufei's heart hammered in his throat as he plunged into the kiss, sucking Trowa's tongue frantically. He felt the movement of those hands between them, felt himself lifted and moaned softly. Please... the word repeated over and over in his mind like a mantra. His lips formed it silently.
Trowa felt the silent word against his lips and he mouthed back *yes!* as his fingers reached under Wufei's buttocks, taking a moment to massage and coax the tight opening to relax just a hair, since he knew this was likely to be rough. Then he rocked his body against the tight entrance to his lover's body, spreading what little precum he could as a lubricant before he angled and pressed up and forward hard, taking his lover in every sense of the word. His shoulders shuddered with the strain of holding Wufei's compact body up against the wall but never once did his hands loosen their grip.
Wufei cried out, feeling the hard penetration as a mixture of pain and relief. His body clenched, then relaxed, then tightened a little gripping Trowa deep inside him. Transferring some of his weight to his wrists, he lifted his legs, wrapping them around the other boy's waist. His strong leg muscles took the weight, easing his wrists and even Trowa's hold a bit. Letting his head drop against Trowa's shoulder, he murmured something soft and incomprehensible against the other boy's neck.
Trowa couldn't help himself and his head turned slightly against Wufei's in a protecting and sheltering manner even as his body moved hard and powerfully against the one it had pinned to the wall. The need, desire and want drove him almost wild as he thrust near blindly against his lover, barely reminding himself to angle enough to brush across Wufei's pleasure center as well as trapping the bare, straining erection against their trim stomachs. His breath came in hard strained pants and somewhere distant he heard an annoyed neighbor bang against the wall, he ignored it, lost in the tight heat and desperate pleasure he was finding with his beloved.
Wufei swallowed his moans, leaving them trapped in his chest but his lower body worked around the hard shaft impaling him. He surrendered to each thrust, the sensation of being taken providing as much stimulation as the actual friction against his inner source. His body spiraled quickly with each hard motion and he began to loose it, his inner muscles clenching wildly as he gasped, shuddering in Trowa's arms.
The clenching of those internal muscles, coupled with the feel of liquid heat soaking his shirt front tipped Trowa closely behind Wufei as he gave a couple more quick hard thrusts, then turned his face into the other boy's bared neck to muffled his scream of completion.
Keeping his balance was a bit tricky as his hips went to work for themselves for a couple of quick hard thrusts and Trowa could feel the weakness already building in his knees as blood headed northwards. Reaching up he scrabbled at the small nail that held the cuffs, finally ripping it out of the wall to free Wufei's arms, then he stumbled back till he fell with both of them on the bed, keeping Wufei atop his shuddering body.
Wufei trembled a little in Trowa's arms, his strained muscles twitching slowly as they adjusted to the change. Wufei turned his head, nuzzling against his lover's shoulder. "Xie xie," he whispered hoarsely.
Somewhere, across the universe, Quatre sat in a tall backed swivel chair. His eyes were closed, the room dark and quiet. His hands rested along the arms of the chair in a relaxed posture and there was a stillness about him that spoke of meditation.
In his mind's eye, Quatre Raberba Winner carefully laid out every aspect of his battleplan. He pulled up a little mental grid, much like the battle grid that the Zero system provided it's pilot. He methodically plugged in every bit of information he had, no matter how small, no matter how personal.
Once in place, Quatre tackled the puzzle, trying to pull the jigsaw into focus. He built the boarder of the puzzle off what he knew and what he could prove. Yurst's signature on mission statements designed to fail, to keep the Preventers from succeeding in discovering ... what? Not only the amount of weapons on the L2 colonies but the quality, cutting edge technology... a testing ground? The hole in the tax records, what had those companies that now made up Unity been developing during the control of Earth Alliance?
Finally, the actions of Paul Atkins. His attempt to wrest WEI away from Quatre and set up Frecilia as it's figure head. That conspiracy was broken, much of it had died with the jailhouse suicides of it's members. But, Frecilia still lived. Frecilia still could play the part of the pawn. Played by her daughter, his niece, Dorothy Catalonia.
Dorothy Catalonia. War bred, born and raised. A woman who shunned her kindness, sought to crush it under the noble heel of war. A woman driven by demons as deep and vicious as his own. But Dorothy was no leader. She answered to someone. Yurst, answered to someone, Mattes... answered to someone.
Someone, as of yet, unrealized.
Quatre, rotated the chair around till he faced the large picture window. His eyes opened slowly and though he looked out over the night lights of the colony, he saw only the half formed jigsaw puzzle. They were missing key pieces to this puzzle. Pieces he could brush with the tips of his fingers but not yet grasp.
Trowa...
Wufei...
Quatre closed his eyes, releasing the picture and letting his head drop back against the chair back.
He needed them both.
End Part 16
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