June 2000
Category: Eyecandy
Time frame: After the events in Preventer Business
Pairings: 4+3, 2+1
Disclaimer: Not mine, just roaming harmlessly around in the sandbox.
Archive: Umm... please ask me first.
Summary: This one definitely has serious lime overtones. There are a couple
songs mentioned, but it's not a songfic.
Subject: (Fic) Pretty Hate Machine Epilogue (NC-17)
Okay.. here it tis, by request. Category: Lime/Lemon Yaoi. NC-17. Pairings: Heero and Duo, Trowa and Quatre Summary: What happens after the events in Pretty Hate Machine Disclaimer: Not mine.. just playing. I promise to put them back safe and sound. Archive: Please don't. Not without talking to me first, specially this Fic.
They barely took the time to slam the door behind them before Trowa twisted one hand back to click the lock shut while catching Quatre with the other arm as the blonde plastered himself against the taller boy. Their lips tangled with a desperate heat, Quatre's small hands sliding up to tangle in Trowa's hair and holding his lover's head down where he could reach it. Trowa let himself fall back against the door, pressed into place by Quatre's eagerness. His own arms wound around the Winner heir, one hand splaying across Quatre's back the other stroking down across his flank. Quatre gave a little growl and pressed them tighter together, rocking his hips against Trowa's to heighten the friction between their aroused bodies. Trowa gasped into the kiss, parting his lips allowing Quatre's tongue to plunder it's way into his mouth.
Catching Quatre up in his arms Trowa spun about and moved them both back towards the large bed they shared nightly. The moonlight fell in through the balcony doors lighting the room up, though Trowa could have navigated the path with no difficulty in pitch black. Feeling the bed fetch up against the back of his legs he allowed himself to fall back onto the comforter, pulling Quatre down atop him and keeping their mouths locked together.
Tugging his hands free of the weight of Trowa's body, Quatre braced his weight and wriggled up across his lover's body coming up to his knees, straddling Trowa's hips. Lips broken apart to catch gasps of air, Trowa arched up a little and wriggled back along the bed, getting himself into a more comfortable position. Quatre tightened his thighs and rode his lover's movement as he tore the open shirt off his shoulders and sent it flying somewhere into the shadows of the room.
The action in the other room started at a different pace. Heero had pushed Duo into the room ahead of him, leaving the American standing in the center of the room as he took time to close and lock the door. Duo knew this game and though he wore an eager grin and positively vibrated with energy he stood still waiting for Heero's approach. The Japanese boy closed the distance between them on silent feet, it wasn't until he felt Heero's hand stroke across his back that Duo knew he was close.
Heero drew his fingers slowly along the soft leather of Duo's sleeveless shirt, stroking across tense muscles till his hand hit the braid which he picked up and pushed off to the side. Duo tilted his head to the side giving Heero's lips room against the back of his neck. Both young men jerked at the contact of lips to skin and Heero groaned and pressed tighter up against his lover's back.
Duo reached back, running his fingers eagerly up along the back of Heero's thigh till he could splay his hand against the taut curve of Heero's buttocks. The two stood like that for a long moment, each trembling with the growing tension, till finally Duo's control broke and he spun around capturing Heero's lips in a searing kiss. Duo's hands slide up along Heero's ribcage, grabbing at the hem of his tank top and breaking the kiss only to yank the small bit of fabric off Heero's torso.
Heero's fingers found the two small zips at the side of Duo's leather shirt that would loosen the clinging fabric. It took a little more work to peel the leather off Duo by which time both boys were panting heavily. Dark blue eyes met with violet for a long moment, then they were wrapping around each other, tumbling towards the floor, the bed judged to be too far away. On the bed in the other room, Quatre had managed to get Trowa out of his own shirt and somehow out of those leather pants as well. The last had taken a little bit of finesse since the tight fabric had wanted to cling to the taller boy's slightly damp skin, but where there was a will there was a way.
Kissing his way across Trowa's chest, Quatre worked the fastening for his own jeans. Trowa's strong hands batting Quatre's out of the way as he took charge of helping Quatre squirm free of those jeans. More clothing went haphazardly flying, though the sound of lamp crashing against the dresser sort of gave a clue as to where they landed. If either boy had been listening.
Tumbled onto the floor in the adjacent room, Heero had Duo pinned against the carpet and was slowly working his way down along his lover's body. Nibbling and stroking as he worked Duo out of those leather pants with agonizing slowness. Duo writhed on the carpet letting out a hapless moan of growing frustration, his hands reaching to tangle into Heero's hair trying to encourage his lover into giving him just a little relief.
Heero gently but firmly tossed his head free of Duo's hold and bypassed the American's groin all together, instead focusing his attention on Duo's thighs and legs. Duo had spent most of the evening teasing him mercilessly, Heero was not above returning the favor.
Catching Trowa's hands in his own, Quatre pressed his lover back against the bed, shifting up along trim hips and the broader chest before settling back. Trowa gasped and arched as Quatre thrust back, locking him within the small blonde's body. Without releasing the grip of their fingers, Quatre threw his head back hissing out softly in the mixture of pleasure and pain before opening his eyes and looking down at his lover.
As both boys took a moment to catch their breath and adjust to the physical intimacy, they lost themselves in the emotional connection. Fingers clenched in a wordless expression and Quatre bent down to nuzzle his lips against Trowa's.
Heero left no part of Duo's body unexplored. As thorough in this as he was in his missions he smiled down at his nearly incoherent lover. For a moment he sat back on his heels just enjoying the play of light across Duo's bared body, loving the way sleek muscles moved beneath pale skin. Then he moved, sliding back down along Duo's body and reaching under the American boy's hips to pull them up, wrapping Duo's legs around his waist.
Moving instinctively into his lover's hands, Duo took a relaxing breath then turned his head to meet Heero's kiss. Duo's sharp gasp as Heero lunged forward was lost into his lover's soothing mouth. Moving carefully, Heero never stopped kissing Duo until he was fully seated within the American's body. At that point he released his hold on Duo's hips and lifted his hands up to cradle the other young man's face as he kissed him possessively.
Quatre moved against Trowa with the practiced motions of long time lovers. Trowa arched his hips off the bed to counter Quatre's direction.
Each giving and taking in the partnership. The young blonde seemed content to deliver teasing little kisses to Trowa's lips, setting them in time to the motion of their bodies but as the intensity to the movements increased, Trowa bore down on their connected hands and gave a quick buck, letting his small lover know just what he thought of the teasing.
Quatre reared his head back a little, blue eyes burning down into green, twinkling with passion and mischief. He pressed their hands down back against the bed on either side of Trowa's head but Trowa retaliated with a quick drive upwards of his hips, setting the angle to distract Quatre for a moment with a burst of pleasure. Quatre gasped and his fingers spasmed.
Freeing one of his hands Trowa reached up and caught the back of Quatre's head, dragging the blonde's mouth back down to his own for a punishing kiss.
Heero carefully set the rhythm. Still in the early stages of learning Duo's silent signals he was attentive to his lover, breaking the kiss to watch Duo's mobile features as the American rode the pleasure. Duo had the most expressive face, it was impossible to miss out on his physical cues. Heero followed them eagerly, loving the way Duo's lips parted on moans of pleasure. A small part of Heero grinned inwardly. It was a good thing Wufei was working late. The walls between the bedrooms were not overly thick and Duo was quite vocal.
Picking up the pace a little, Heero ducked down to nibble against Duo's neck, leaving little marks in the wake of his teeth. His own breath was beginning to come quickly as passion and pleasure began to cloud his rational thoughts.
Not only were the walls thing, Wufei mused, so were the floor/ceilings. Smacking his hand down on the pause key for his laptop the Chinese boy stood and stomped over to the hi-fi stereo in the corner of the living room. Flipping it on, he didn't care what the hell was loaded into the CD rack, just so long as it could be turned up loud.
Collapsing across Trowa, feeling their hearts hammer against each other as their breathing fought to return to normal, Quatre chuckled sheepishly. "Oh dear... we've disturbed Wufei.... again."
Trowa just chuckled softly and wound his arms around his sweaty lover, holding their bodies tight together. "He'll survive."
"Yes but... maybe ... "
"No." Trowa gave Quatre a tight squeeze.
"But..."
"No. I know where you're going, lover mine and we are not playing matchmaker for Wufei."
"Alright..."
Trowa groaned. He could hear Quatre's mind clicking away.
On the floor, in the other room, Heero rolled, pulling Duo across him. Both young men lay limp across the floor, feeling the vibrations of some heavy rock band kick against their backs. Duo gave a low chortle as he nestled against Heero's shoulder.
"See, I told you we should have made love in the limo. Quatre could have told the driver to drive around the park. Then we wouldn't have disturbed Wufei."
"Baka."
"Hey.. that's Beloved Baka: God of Destruction, to you." Duo spoke around a sated yawn.
Heero just tightened his arms around the American and sighed in contentment.
End
Okay. I wrote this for all of you who responded so wonderfully to Pretty Hate Machine. In truth I wasn't going to write something this.. detailed, since I'm not very comfortable with writing such things. So I guess it's safe to say that this Fic is a rarity for me. I hope you enjoyed it. I also wrote it for you Ravyn since you wanted a little more citrus at the end of Preventers Business. Couldn't do it there, so here it is here. Hope it makes up for the lack in PB. :D
Laekin
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