22-Oct-2000
Category: Action, Adventure, Romance, Friendship
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4x5 (combinations there of)
Rating: NC-17 (Yes we have LEMON Warning here folks.)
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being made or sought off this bit of fun.
NOTES: A little bit more. I'm hoping that I'll get some more done up tonight but I'm not certain. In the meantime, a nice juicy LEMON for everyone. This is also a warning to those of you who do not like or should not read LEMON's (Graphic Male/Male... in this case, Male/Male/Male sex) Yes, you read that right a... 4x3x5 threesome and a 3x4 pairing, to be precise.
As always, Bonne (bonnejeanne@yahoo.com) is the wonderful puppeteer for Wufei baby and I'm responsible for Trowa and Quatre.
Wufei sighed softly. He dropped onto the bed and pulled his two lovers down with him. "What do I care about begging?" He said breathlessly. "I want what I want and I'll get it any way I can."
Quatre tumbled with Wufei onto the bed, while Trowa's decent was a little more graceful. The two looked at each other, then back down at Wufei. Quatre grinned, his bright eyes already starting to darken with passion and desire as he reached up working Wufei's hair free of it's clasp.
"I think, that's the first time, you've ever told *us* what you wanted." Quatre leaned down and kissed the side of Wufei's neck.
Trowa's fingers took over in scattering dark, silky hair, his voice soft, trembling with emotions held barely in check. "But you shouldn't have to beg." He whispered before his lips took over the searing mouth to mouth kiss, Quatre had abandoned.
Wufei relaxed completely, loosing himself in the kiss, as well as the touch of Arabian hands. His manhood was swelling rapidly in the loose, drawstring pants. One hand, followed by an arm, quested around Quatre's body, holding him close. The Chinese boy's other hand worked its way into the auburn hair of his taller lover, who was driving him wild with that kiss.
Trowa continued to plunder Wufei's mouth, the kiss wild and hungry; desperate and demanding. His graceful hands stroked across the sleek muscles of Wufei's chest and shoulders, then down along his arms. Quatre weaseled down between their bodies, till he slid a bit off the bed so he could scoot between Wufei's legs. His small fingers made quick work of the drawstring pants.
Trowa had to shift a little so Quatre could get the pants off Wufei's legs, then they both curled back up around the young dragon, like a comfortable little ball. The small blonde's teeth and lips nibbling against the sensitive skin of Wufei's inner thighs as his hands massaged the Chinese boy's hips.
Wufei groaned into the kiss, the flesh at his groin springing up hard and aching at the feel of cool air and the nearness of Quatre's busy lips. His back arched and his hand groped until he could at least find the soft, pale gold hair, fingers burying in the thick mass possessively.
Wufei's other hand moved from Trowa's head down his neck, massaging the muscles there. Then, he traced his fingers down Trowa's back and finally fastening on the slight curves of the tall boy's rear, kneading the skin through his clothes.
Really, they hadn't done this before but Wufei might think they had, so perfectly did Trowa and Quatre work as a pair. Trowa slid out of his shirt, tossing it across the room, somewhere with Wufei's pants. His lips recaptured Wufei's for a long, slow kiss then he broke away and began to kiss and suckle his way along the young dragon's graceful neck. His hands smoothed gently along Wufei's shoulders and up through his silky hair.
Down low, Quatre continued to nip and tease sensitive skin, all the while keeping away from the thick organ that provided him with so much pleasure. He leaned back at one point, blowing warm air across the sensitive skin at the same moment that Trowa's fingers tickled a nipple. Then, in concert, Quatre's lips parted and slid down across the turgid head of Wufei's cock as Trowa's teeth delivered a sharp, excited nip to a sensitive bud.
Wufei cried out, his back arching once more at the twin assault on his senses. His hand slide across Trowa's bared skin restlessly, then moved to capture one of the green-eyed boy's hands, bringing it to Wufei's mouth. He began sucking on two fingers hungrily, as his hips tensed, his other hand sliding around Quatre's neck as the blond worked over his throbbing flesh.
Trowa shuddered as Wufei's warm mouth and active tongue began to work on his fingers, he turned his head, watching Quatre working on Wufei's length and the parallel images drove the breath out of him. He bent back down to the young dragon's chest, stroking his tongue along the lines and curves of pectoral muscles. The second nipple was found and teased till it flushed nice and rosy.
Quatre relaxed the back of his throat and swallowed his lover's cock till his lips hit Wufei's taut stomach. Swallowing a couple of times, he drew back up along the tasty flesh, his small hands sliding gently up between Wufei's legs till one could cup and massage the delicate testicles.
Trowa's fingers muffled a series of helpless cries as Wufei responded to the way they were stimulating him. His chest pressed up against Trowa's mouth and his hips flexed, not thrusting but making small, barely controlled little jerks as Quatre's mouth sent him to heaven. The addition of Quatre's delicate touch around his balls pushed him to the edge and his body prepared to surrender it's nectar as Wufei was submerged in waves of pleasure.
With his other hand, Quatre reached up and touched Trowa's palm. Their fingers danced together for a moment, a silent language, then the little blond chuckled, a low rumble around Wufei's length. Trowa shifted on the bed, moving further down along Wufei's body. Working in tandem, Quatre and Trowa both reached to help coax the writhing young man over onto his side.
For the moment, Quatre supported Wufei's leg on his slim shoulder as Trowa nuzzled and licked his way across Wufei's flat stomach, moving downwards. Quatre took Wufei's length deep, tightening his lips, then drawing his mouth all the way back up along the throbbing flesh, there was a soft pop as his mouth released it's prize but the cool air had but a second to caress Wufei's flesh before Trowa's mouth engulfed him.
Quatre quickly slide back, catching Wufei's leg and drawing it upwards, teasing the skin just behind the young dragon's balls as he slide up along Wufei's back, nibbling soothingly at the exposed shoulderblades as he wriggled out of his loose pants. The soft silk of his shirt brushed against Wufei's skin and Quatre's hand stroked down along the upraised thigh till a damp finger gently pressed between his dark eyed lover's cheeks.
Wufei moaned, his body moving with the two as they positioned him, gasping as Quatre left him and Trowa took over tormenting his cock orally. He felt his Arabian lover moving behind him, tensing briefly as he felt the pressure, then relaxing to allow Quatre's finger to penetrate. His body radiated heat as it squeezed that finger reflexively. His hands wandered, almost lost, one finding and stroking Trowa's thick, soft forelock and the other digging into the mattress and covers as he braced his body between the two. His hips moved, pressing back against that invading touch as if trying to impale him more deeply.
Once into position, the pair slowed down the pace. Taking their damn sweet time in tormenting their lover. Quatre's finger worked Wufei gently, coaxing that tight body to relax and shudder, before he added a second finger to the mix. Trowa varied the pace of his oral stimulation, changing constantly to help keep Wufei right on the edge of pleasure but not letting him find relief.
Quatre's free hand took a hold of the one hip, soothing and stilling it. When he finally wriggled closer and rolled slightly to press himself against Wufei's entrance he was having a hard time keeping his own breathing even. Here, Trowa and Quatre really took their time as they delicately balanced Quatre's invasion of Wufei's body with Trowa's oral action, once they had the initial invasion started, Trowa drew his head back till he had the very tip of Wufei's cock in his mouth, then as Quatre pressed forward, Trowa let his lips slide down. Quatre hilted himself in Wufei's body at the exact moment that Trowa hilted Wufei's cock in his own throat.
A cry came from Wufei's lips that was both a reaction and an entreaty, wordless, strained, yet musical. His eyes were tightly closed and his mind was gone, overcome in that instant by the assault that drowned him in sensation from every direction. His muscles locked, quivering as his body tried to take over and do what instinct dictated, but it was tangled with another impulse, even stronger, that surrendered to the two controlling him so deftly. He whimpered, hand fisting in Trowa's hair, hips quivering against Quatre's invasion. His body begged for more silently, for completion, for insanity ... for release.
Quatre shuddered as he felt the hot tight body encasing his swollen flesh. It was hard not to try to roll Wufei over and take him but the little blond fought off the urge. Instead, he reached his arm around Wufei's side till his palm lay flat across the Chinese boy's chest. Deft fingers tickled and tormented the taut nipples as he used his arm for leverage to help himself thrust, wriggling his hips till he found the proper angle to allow himself to brush against the pleasure point within Wufei's body.
Once he had the angle right, Quatre began a quick, short thrusting pattern. At this point, Trowa drew back till he held just the top quarter of Wufei's length in his mouth but he worked that sensitive flesh with tongue and lips. His long fingers reaching to cup Wufei's balls in his palm, while the fingers themselves teased the root of Wufei's cock, very close to where Quatre thrust within the young dragon's body.
Wufei cried out with each thrust, his pleasure throbbing in his spiraling voice and his internal muscles worked around the hard flesh invading him, causing such intense waves of sensation to drive him crazy. He writhed between his two lovers, each one consuming him in a different way and his body could not resist the assault. With a great cry, he jerked hard, surrendering his seed, lost under the last great wave of pleasure that overwhelmed his senses and forced deep shuddering spasms through his body.
The touch of Trowa's fingers, so close to his own aching flesh drew hard shivers from Quatre, then Wufei's body began to shudder and spasm around him and he gasped. A soft whimper escaped the little blond and he pressed his mouth against Wufei's shoulder to help muffle the hard cry of completion that came from his own lips as his slender hips jerked hard with the last couple thrusts of completion.
Trowa had felt the warning tension in the balls he held and slid all the way down along Wufei's length, so that the tasty seed shot down his throat, coating the back of his tongue. He avidly suckled and licked the softening flesh, as Quatre let out a long breath, his small fingers stroking soothing patterns across Wufei's chest as the Arabian struggled to catch his breath.
Wufei relaxed totally for a few moments and in fact nearly passed out from the force of his climax. He blinked, gasping in air and his hips twitched, pulling back from Trowa instinctively as the over sensitized flesh quivered. He reached down, groping for a hold on the green-eyed boy's shoulders and pulled him up for a deep, soulful kiss that mingled the taste in Trowa's mouth with his tongue and lips.
He didn't try to say anything, he knew words were beyond him at this point. He simply smiled ... an open, vulnerable, beautiful smile. Then he reached down and caught Quatre's hand, drawing it up to kiss the fingertips. He could not have moved if a squad of assault troops had burst into the room.
Which, had been the object of the exercise. Quatre continued to kiss and soothe the back of Wufei's shoulders and neck, his fingers tickled softly in the Chinese boy's mouth. Trowa returned the kiss, long and sweet; speaking without words, his quiet understanding and love. Tension still sang through Trowa's body but he was going to take care of that problem in just a moment. For now, both Quatre and Trowa took long minutes, covering Wufei's body, spirit and soul in touches that spoke of love, support, tenderness and possessiveness.
After a time, Trowa took Quatre's hand and nipped at a finger. The little blond chuckled softly and rolled back, leaving Wufei's body. He came up onto his knees and between them, Trowa and Quatre coaxed their limp love back up the bed, settling him against the pillows, wrapped in a blanket. Once they had him settled, Trowa reached across Wufei to grab the back of Quatre's neck, pulling the small blonde's lips to his own and kissing him hungrily.
Quatre scrabbled a little to keep from landing on Wufei as he and Trowa rolled towards the foot of the bed. They wrestled against each other for a few minutes before coming to the mutual decision that they really couldn't frisk on the bed without rudely running over Wufei, so the pair tumbled gracefully down to the floor beside the bed.
Once there, Trowa rolled over onto his back, automatically, letting Quatre straddle him. Quatre's nimble fingers went after Trowa's jeans. His fingers over eager, Quatre had a bit of trouble with the tight material and he grumbled softly against his lover's lips.
"You and your damn jeans."
Trowa gave a tortured laughed and wriggled, making Quatre's life difficult. The little blond growled and ducked down so he could deliver a sharp bite to Trowa's neck. The green eyed boy sucked in his breath and bucked hard, reaching to grab Quatre's waist with his hands. As Quatre got the jeans unfastened, Trowa rolled forward, somehow coming to his feet and out of his jeans in one smooth motion.
But he didn't stop there.
Artificial moonlight spilled into the room, arching a pale ribbon across the wall. Perhaps it was Trowa's natural inclination to the spotlight or just blind shit house luck but the green eyed boy pinned the small blond up against the wall, framed perfectly in that slice of light.
The movement obviously startled Quatre as he suddenly found his shoulders and hips pressed hard into the unforgiving wall. Trowa's strong teeth attacked Quatre's throat, demanding the submissive lift of his chin.
Wufei had wiggled to the edge of the bed and was curled up, watching the events unfold with wide, dark eyes that missed nothing.
It became a bit of a battle for a moment. Quatre was used to being taken by Trowa but at controlling the situation. That, was changing and Trowa was actually making moves to 'demand' from the little blond.
Quatre reached for his lover's broad shoulders but Trowa intercepted small hands. He easily caught both of Quatre's wrists in his one powerful hand, pulling his smaller lover's arms up over his head and pinning them against the wall. His other hand reached down, helping to cradle Quatre's hips but he used his body mass to hold Quatre against the wall.
Quatre found himself effectively trapped between the wall and Trowa's hard body. Not that this was a particular hardship. He squirmed a little, his shirt still buttoned and the silk made him slippery but Trowa just threw more of his considerable weight against the little wriggle worm till Quatre was forced to become still.
Once he had Quatre still, Trowa again dropped his teeth down to the Arabian's sensitive neck. He nibbled and nip. Coaxed and demanded, till finally Quatre lifted his chin, panting a little.
Once the little blond, did what Trowa desired, the green eyed boy licked soothingly at the bruise on Quatre's Adam's apple before tracing gentle kisses up along Quatre's jaw to his lips. There he paused, his face inches from his small lover's and for a long moment the two looked into each others eyes. The room filled with a sense of stillness as they silently communicated in their special way.
The fire of those unspoken words burned through the air, filling it with enough tension that it seemed the whole room crackled. Green eyes locked with turquoise eyes and the battle for pure dominance in the situation was joined. Quatre could feel the twin beats of their hearts within and against his chest.
It was hard but after a moment, it was Quatre who closed his eyes and laid his head back against the wall, leaving his body open and completely vulnerable to his lover. Trowa leaned forward then, gently kissing Quatre's bared throat while his one hand continued to hold Quatre's arms pinned up against the wall.
Trowa's actions were a pure mix of dominance and gentleness and the little blond surrendered to them completely.
Sighing softly, Wufei watched the dance, nodded unconsciously to himself, as he settled a little further into the blanket, eyes never blinking.
Trowa continued to kiss Quatre as the two squirmed against the wall. Finally releasing Quatre's hands, Trowa reached down with both of his own, lifting up Quatre's hips. Quatre braced his fingers against Trowa's broad shoulders as the taller boy twisted his lower body, angling against his hips and then thrusting forward.
Quatre cried out wordlessly. Trowa gave a low, guttural moan and shuddered hard, then thrust again, against his lover. Slowly but inexorably taking the little blond till their bodies were fitted tightly together. Both paused, bodies in separate states of tremble. Trowa reached up, capturing Quatre's lips, kissing him deeply as he began to fuck him against the wall. Quatre wrapped his legs around Trowa's waist, holding the more powerful body against him as they moved.
Trowa didn't seek to last long. He knew Quatre had found his completion in Wufei's delicious body and his own senses were filled with both his lovers' scents and tastes. The green eyed boy closed his eyes, losing himself in the tight heat of his small lover, still able to taste his dark-eyed lover on his own tongue. Trowa took Quatre hard against the wall, wild almost and the Arabian rode the storm with his natural calm and total acceptance. Trowa's lips broke free of Quatre's as he cried out sharply, hips jerking tightly in those last few minutes as his climax exploded over him.
Trowa felt his knees wobbling and he stumbled back towards the bed. Seeing Wufei at the edge, he changed course and plunked down on the carpeted floor at the foot of the bed. Leaning his shoulders back against the bed, Trowa kept Quatre in his lap, their bodies still joined. Trowa dropped his head back on the cover of the bed, near Wufei as Quatre collapsed against Trowa's shoulder. Both boys were panting hard.
Wufei leaned over, planting light kisses on Trowa's temple, and Quatre's cheek.
"When you think you can manage it." Wufei said softly, his mouth curving, "You should both come up here."
Trowa gave a low groan, his hands stroking softly along Quatre's back and sides. The little blond peeped but other wise was limp. Trowa reached up and stroked his hand through Wufei's soft dark hair. It took them a little while but Trowa finally roused the small blond and the two separated before crawling over the edge of the bed flopping, exhausted, across the covers.
Wufei reached out and gathered them one at a time against him, lifting the edge of the blanket to tuck around each exhausted body. He planted a few light kisses on cheeks, eyelids, foreheads and stroked each one softly, coaxing them to sleep.
The pair helped where they could, cuddling into the blankets and each one flung an arm across Wufei. Trowa kissed the Chinese boy's temple lovingly and Quatre gave a powerful shoulder a tender nibble before curling up on it.
Wufei pillows where the best. Trowa tended to wriggle around too much.
They went to sleep like that. Curled around Wufei and, once again, each other.
End Part 21
Laekin
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