23-Oct-2000
Category: Action, Adventure, Romance, Angst, Friendship.
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4x5 (combinations there of)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being made or sought off of these.
NOTES: There is LEMON in this part, (Graphic male/male sexual situations.) 3x5 to be exact. More notes at the bottom of this installment. As always, Bonne (bonnejeanne@yahoo.com) is the wonderful puppeteer for Wufei baby and I'm responsible for Trowa and Quatre.
Back in the bathroom, Trowa stood under the chilly spray of water his hands braced on the wall by the faucets as he let water run across his shoulders, head and face.
Wufei located the sponge with ease, then slid back the shower door. He felt the temperature of the water and said softly. "I'm not enough of a masochist to get in *that* with you."
Trowa turned his head and smiled damply at Wufei. "Months of bathing with the circus. Streams were sometimes all that was handy." Still, he reached up and adjusted the temperature to a more Wufei friendly level. "Better?"
Wufei snorted softly. "I lived in the highlands of China for months, in the woods," he said dryly. "Don't tell me about bathing in streams. You had a tent." He quickly stripped and stepped in, taking the soap and beginning to wash Trowa's back, starting with his neck and shoulders.
Trowa stretched with a soft growl, much like a lion getting a scritch. " I also had a willful, opinionated *older* sister who had no trouble consigning her younger brother to a sleeping bag outside when he annoyed her one too many times."
"I had Sally Po," Wufei said. "Call it even, Barton, you aren't going to win this one."
"Ooo... okay, I'll yield to a draw on this one." Trowa's voice was soft and laced with the gentle humor of someone striving to hold on to normality. He squirmed as Wufei hit the one spot on his right ribcage that was ultra ticklish.
Wufei smiled and slid away from the ticklish spot, sponging down the curve of Trowa's back and then around his slender hips, the soapy sponge moving slowly in wide circles.
Trowa let the conversation lapse as he fell into making soft little noises of pleasure as he shifted his body to make the sponge's path easier. Gradually his face relaxed and his muscles softened as well. Turning about he reached and took Wufei's face in his hands, tilting it up till he could match his mouth to his lover's.
The kiss was gentle, infinitely loving and tender, promising passion and heat but at the same time sharing a soul deep contentment at just exchanging the soft touches of lips to lips.
Wufei slid his arms around Trowa's body, the sponge dangling from one hand as he enjoyed the kiss with no hint of impatience. He gently sucked on Trowa's tongue, twining his own around it, feeling his lover's body all along his own under the warm spray.
Trowa's tongue darted to and fro within Wufei's mouth, stroking across it's mate before wrapping around it. His hands slide away from Wufei's face, around his shoulders, stroking up and along the powerful back muscles, then playing along the young dragon's spine.
Wufei stroked his hands up and down Trowa's back, then sliding down to curve around his rear, kneading the flesh with possessive fingers. He felt his body flush, tighten, and felt his manhood begin to awaken and fill with blood. He rubbed it slowly against his lover's lower belly. Wufei began sucking a bit more urgently on the tongue so deliciously teasing his mouth.
Trowa shuddered softly as he felt strong hands kneading his flesh, followed by the press of hot, awakening hardness against the soft skin of his lower stomach and hips. He moaned softly into the kiss, returning the press of body against body and tightening the hold of his arms around Wufei. His own length reacting to the close presence of his lover's cock, sensitive flesh brushed against sensitive flesh.
The sponge had been dropped and forgotten in the first moments of the kiss. Wufei continued to rub against his lover's body, feeling Trowa's flash waken and firm, pressing against him. He released his hold on Trowa's rear with one hand, sliding it around, between and beneath to cup under the green-eyed boy's hanging sac, cradling the round shapes inside in his palm. His lips nibbled Trowa's and his mouth began to travel across the taller boy's cheek, tasting and licking each centimeter of flesh.
Trowa whimpered a little as Wufei's lips left his but he couldn't make any move to stop the action as his focus was on the skillful hand cupping him down below. His legs braced a little to help give that hand more room and at the same time level their flesh out a little. He still held the Chinese boy closely with one hand curled up along his back till it cradled the back of Wufei's neck. His other hand slide down and like their first time together, his long fingers gathered up then closed around both lengths. Laying sensitive flesh against sensitive flesh, then closing around both and stroking them together. The dual stimulation of hand and heat against heat.
Wufei gasped, moaning deep in his throat at that touch. His hips rocked, surrendering to the touch completely. He gently rocked the twin spheres in his hand to the same rhythm as he held on to Trowa's hip with the other hand, balanced on the balls of his feet as he moved to the beat of the blood pounding through his body.
Trowa clenched his teeth, turning his face into his lover's neck and biting eagerly along the soft skin there. His hips beginning to rock in time with the motion of their hands and body. The gentle assault that Wufei was inflicting on his body along with the feel of length against length broke his control and he cried out against Wufei's neck, panting desperately as his body began to jerked spasmodically against his lover's.
Wufei tensed at the feel of teeth on his skin, and leaned into the caress. He felt Trowa's body move against his and the firm hand around his cock, the hot velvet shaft rubbing against his own and felt his body tensed as the sensation built to the point of no return. He heard Trowa's cry, felt the sudden jerk and it sent his mind and body over the edge as well, flooding his senses with pleasure as he released himself against his lover's body.
Trowa's fingers played in the warm fluids that spilled across both their flesh. He shivered, grinning a little at his own wicked little game. Then he braced himself against Wufei so they could both lean against each other, holding each other up. Trowa nuzzled softly just behind his lover's ear, kissing the soft skin there.
"Love you." He whispered.
Wufei slowly let Trowa's balls slide out of his hand and wrapped both arms around the tall boy, squeezing him hard. He sighed. "I love you, Trowa Barton," he answered, his voice low and intense. "Now and always."
Trowa nodded fiercely against Wufei's neck and just held the boy tightly against him. He stayed that way for a long, long time till he felt the water begin to think about chilling. Straightening, he picked up the bar of soap and began to rub it along Wufei's body.
"Do you, understand what is happening koi?" He asked softly.
"Understand?" Wufei said, leaning into Trowa's touch. He smiled, an expression with a touch of wistfulness. "No," he said. "I only try and follow my spirit and hope we will make it through to whatever is on the other side for us."
Trowa nodded gently, holding Wufei against him as he cleaned him methodically. Even down along the intimate groin areas, though his touch was gentle and soothing. "Let me see if I can help, at least a little. Quatre and I ... are assuming roles. Roles both old and new to us. It's new territory for us both and I know it's hard on you. I wish I could take that away. " He stopped his cleaning to be able to use both arms around Wufei, holding the Chinese boy close, like the cherished person he was.
"I wish I could to that for both of you." Wufei answered simply, leaning his head on Trowa's shoulder. Then he looked up, waiting for the rest.
Trowa kissed the top of Wufei's head, whispering. "Once again, I trust he whom I love with he who is most precious to me. Space, tries to claim him Wufei. Take him back. He's ours."
Wufei looked at Trowa, his eyes dark and wide. "I will keep him, if he can be kept," he said. "I won't let him forget... *anything*."
Trowa searched Wufei's face for a long moment, before reaching up and softly stroking damp sudsy fingers along the finely arched cheekbones. He leaned down and kissed his dragon for the second time that shower, long and deep. Using the physical expression to convey so much. Love, trust, need, joy. He drew back and smiled a little secretive. Gently taking Wufei's shoulders, he turned the Chinese boy around, till Wufei's back was to Trowa's chest. Then he wrapped his arms around Wufei, capturing both of Wufei's arms and closing his hands around the young dragon's wrists, crossing them down near his waist.
"Little helpful hint. If telling him to shut up... or gagging doesn't work. This, will comfort and quiet him." He whispered softly against Wufei's ear, kissing the other boy's cheek softly.
Wufei closed his eyes, feeling the energy, memorizing the position and stance. He took several deep breaths and nodded. "I'll remember," he said, his tone a promise.
Trowa stood there, holding Wufei against him, content to do so it seemed for quite some time but the water started to really chill down so he released the Chinese boy.
"You'd think a place this swanky would have more hot water then this." Trowa grumped softly as he took up the bar of soap and washed himself down.
Wufei smiled, picking up the dropped sponge to help Trowa finish faster. When they were both clean and rinsed, Wufei stepped out, grabbing towels and making way for Trowa to exit the shower.
Trowa took his towel with a grin as he shut off the water. "Just in time." He then vigorously toweled his body, looking at the small watch that still sat on the sink counter, left there the night before. "Oof.. in more ways then one. Heero will be about ready."
Trowa quickly finished drying off and he ran his fingers through his damp auburn hair before taking Wufei's face in his hands once more, kissing him softly. He then ducked into the bedroom, pulling on clothes.. jeans, no underwear as usual and a turtleneck that was looking like it needed to be replaced with a larger size. Wufei could hear the voice of his two lovers speaking softly out in the living room, then the opening and closing of the door.
Wufei dried and dressed, taking a moment to look into the mirror over the sink. His face looked back at him, eyes showing a knowledge of infinite pain. He took a deep breath and scowled at the reflection, then straightened and emerged into the bedroom.
From the bedroom he could see out into the living room. Quatre had moved from the desk to the couch. He was curled up at one end of it, the laptop sitting on a small table on the otherside of the couch arm where he could type. A notepad in his lap where he was making notes. He still hadn't changed.
Coming out into the living room of the suite, Wufei walked over to the window and sat on the floor, legs crossed, staring out for a while before closing his eyes.
Quatre watched Wufei enter and cross the room. The clacking on the keyboard stopped though the soft scratch of a pen on the notepad continued. Instead of writing, like he was supposed to, Quatre found himself sketching Wufei's profile off to the side of his notes. He took his time, filling in the details of hair, jaw, the muscles of the young dragon's neck.
Giving Wufei time with his thoughts.
When he'd finished the little impromptu bit of art, he set the notepad aside and stood. Walking over to the window, just behind Wufei, his legs very close to the straight strong back.
Wufei opened his eyes, looking out.
"You stand in front of this window too much," he said. "Heero reported it and I've now seen you do it. You make a particularly easy to spot target from below. I'm going to have the glass changed but it's still a dangerous habit."
Quatre shifted his gaze from along Wufei's sight line, down to the top of damp, dark hair. He reached up and feather light, stroked back a lock of the cool silken strands, enjoying the way it played over his fingers. "An old habit of my father's. He used to say, it gave him an unobstructed view when he needed to put things into perspective. I'll try to curb my wandering." He spoke softly and sincerely.
Wufei sighed. "Do the best you can, " he said. He looked up. "You still think I can't handle the reporters?"
Quatre looked into those dark eyes, his expression a mixture of pride and desperate worry. His fingers continued their light path along Wufei's jawline as the other boy turned to look up at him. "I... don't think there isn't anything you can't handle, when you put your mind to it. You're wonderfully surprising that way." He smiled and looked back up and out the window. "I think it's more of a question of... do I think *I* can handle the reporters hounding and picking at you. It drives me wild when they get snide and smug with me but I've learned how to let that go. I don't know how I'm going to let it go when they start in on someone I love."
Wufei stood up gracefully. "You are going to enjoy it," he said. "Because unlike you, *I* don't have to be nice back."
Quatre looked down at his toes. "I might cheer you on. But make no mistake. In some aspects of life, I very much wanted to be *your* bodyguard and I feel like I'm destined to fail."
"As long as I am still here, you haven't failed." Wufei said, tilting Quatre's face up for a brief, but sweet kiss.
Quatre's lips trembled slightly under the kiss and he whispered. "Please, don't be angry with me Wufei." His voice breaking a little, vulnerable.
Wufei looked down. "Why would I be that?" he asked quietly.
Quatre shook his head a little. " I don't know... it just feels like you're angry with me. Upset because of what happened with Trowa, or like I haven't done something I should have done."
Wufei shook his head, holding Quatre's eyes. "I'm not angry with you are anyone," he said. He sighed softly. "If I seem that way... maybe it's just old habits coming back, koi, I don't know. I'm still... Maybe I will always be afraid that I will somehow end up coming between the two of you, if not by my actions then by simply being here. I'm dealing with that fear as best I can. " He shrugged. "Remember when everyone used to think I was angry all the time, including you?"
Quatre gave a little nod. He took a breath and fell back into one of his old, old patterns as well. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Wufei, holding him. " I wish there was something I could say, to help you not be afraid. You needn't be afraid. We both love you and we're both joyful to have you in our lives. It will be hard to act otherwise. In that I don't envy Trowa his role."
"There is nothing you can say," Wufei answered. "Just as there is nothing I can say to stop some of your fears. I do know that I am loved. It's when I see something straining between the two of you... even something that may have nothing to do with me," he shrugged. "That's something I have to live with. It's worth it. And Trowa..." Wufei gently unwrapped Quatre's arms, holding the blonde's hand between his. "If he could pretend well enough not to let me know he was in love with me, he can do this."
Quatre looked at their clasped hands. " I wish I could have seen through his masks sooner. Perhaps it would have saved us all a lot of pain."
Wufei shook his head. "No," he said. "Those are his to control, and his to remove when he chooses. If you could see through them, where would be the gift?"
Quatre was silently. He opened his mouth and drew a breath a couple of times, then stilled before any words came. His expression was baffled and confused.
Wufei stroked Quatre's bangs gently. "What is it, love?"
Quatre fought with his emotions and thoughts then he looked up at Wufei and his face was stripped of it all, leaving behind the vulnerable young man, no longer the child but still vulnerable. "I think my brain just overloaded."
Wufei hugged Quatre gently. He then reached down and picked Quatre up in his arms, carrying him to the couch and sat with the blond on his lap.
Quatre took a long slow breath. His arms wrapping up around Wufei's neck and he hid his face in Wufei's hair whispering. "I've missed you. Both of you. I've missed your strength." Wufei could probably feel the slight upturn of Quatre's lips against his temple. "And the loving kicks in the pants."
Wufei suppress and laugh. "Mmm, yeah, I bet you've really missed those," he said. He smiled at the face so close to his own. "Well, this isn't going to be fun but we can still make the best of it," he said, reaching down to flutter his fingertips against Quatre's side.
"You know, if I wasn't a secure person...I'd worry that I had just been insulted." Quatre huffed primly before ducking his head down and blowing a raspberry against Wufei's sensitive neck.
It felt so good to just...*be*.
Wufei's smile curved a little more and his fingers, still fluttering, dug a little deeper into the soft skin at the blonde's side.
It finally dawned on Quatre that he was being tickled and in a very bad strategic location for escape. He eeped softly and began to wriggle industriously. "Now... umm.. Wu-koi... can't we discuss this?"
"No," Wufei said, and then suddenly his hands were everywhere - sides, under sensitive arms, midriff, tickling and still capturing his victim. He wanted a peal of laughter and he intended to get it by any means necessary.
Quatre squirmed vigerously. Careful not to land a flailing hand or weaseling hip against anything sensitive as he arched and twisted in Wufei's tormenting grasp. The laughter came in one of those arches, his head laid back against the arm of the couch as he tried to writhe away from quick Chinese fingers, his pleas soon coming breathlessly.
"Wufei! I don't.. think this is what they intended all that hand to hand training to be used for!!!!" Ack! 29 siblings and he got all the ticklish genes!!!
The evil tormentor continued to persecute the helpless giggling Arabian until he was good and breathless and then he was hugged, hard, and kissed, invasively. At last, Wufei released him, not completely but enough for him to finally catch his breath.
"Better," he said, grinning.
Quatre panted, like a proper tickle victim.. though the kiss could have had something to do with his desperate need for oxygen as well. His arms snaked between Wufei and the couch back to return the hard hug as he remained curled in the young dragon's lap, despite the danger of renewed tickle attacks.
He grinned up to Wufei and quickly kissed the side of his jaw. "Yes." He said softly. "Much better now. Even with what must be faced. Much better."
Quatre was rewarded with a full, sweet, loving smile.
~'I will take care of what's precious to you, Trowa,'~ Wufei thought, rubbing his cheek against Quatre's in a rare gesture.
~'I promise.'~
The End
(( All, righty. Like PnL this has its loose ends, being yet another chapter in the over all Companions of Fate arc. The next part of the arc is "Trials of the Triumvirate" and I hope to be starting on it this weekend. Anybody still with us? :D
Laekin
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