01-Jan-2001
Title: Four to Tango Part 1
Sequel to: Chance Meeting: Dancing Queen.
Author: Jade
Pairings: let me count the ways...1x2, 3x4, 3x2, 1x4, etc.
Rating: very NC-17
Warning: yaoi, lemon, gratuitous PWP, foursome
Disclaimers: don't own, don't sue, don't ask, don't tell
Duo woke up slowly; Heero knew that by now. So by the time Duo was fully awake, he was also fully inside Heero's mouth.
Heero smirked as Duo moaned; the longhaired boy was adorable when he first woke up. Especially when he was turned on as well.
"Oh, god, Heero," gasped Duo as he bucked up into Heero's mouth. Heero held him down easily, reaching up with one hand to toy with the other boy's nipples as he sucked.
Duo had just been dreaming that Heero was making love to him; to wake up with Heero's mouth wrapped around his rock hard arousal was better than any dream. The hot wetness of Heero's mouth enveloped him, and the cobalt-eyed boy sped up; Duo tangled his hands in Heero's hair as the pressure built up.
Heero knelt between Duo's legs. As many times as he had heard Duo cry out in passion since they had found each other, he couldn't get enough. Duo's cries alone drove him to new heights of passion and inventiveness, and he kept thinking of new ways to coax more of the sounds from his new lover. Luckily, it seemed they were both insatiable.
Heero's own arousal pulsed with every moan from the other boy's perfect lips; louder and louder, Duo was soon screaming Heero's name, and Heero knew he was close.
Duo was lost; he voiced his passion with abandon, uncaring of their surroundings, throwing himself into his climax as he did everything else: without reserve. Helplessly, he came hard; heat radiated from his lower body as he released his seed, pulsing over and over into Heero's waiting mouth.
Heero happily swallowed every drop; nothing tasted sweeter to him than his lover's nectar, spilled only for him. He moved up to kiss Duo, and the longhaired boy wrapped his arms around him and melted into him. Duo dropped a hand down, running it over Heero's smoothly muscled body, savoring the feel of the hard body against him. Heero had such an incredible body, Duo couldn't get enough of just touching him. Duo brought his hand around to the front of Heero's body, and wrapped his hand around the hot arousal he found there. Heero broke the kiss, moaning. Duo smiled; sometimes he still couldn't believe he could touch Heero whenever he wanted, and he was addicted to causing sounds of passion from the Perfect Soldier.
"Want something?" Duo teased as he stroked Heero's length.
"Yes. You," Heero growled, thrusting into Duo's hand.
"Then take me," Duo whispered, spreading his legs, erection already rising again.
"Thought you'd never ask," Heero said, reaching for the lube. Heero would never take Duo without the longhaired boy asking; it was a peculiarity Duo found odd, but endearing. Heero really seemed to like it when he begged.
Heero moved back between Duo's strong thighs, carefully stretching and preparing his lover. As many times as he had made love to Duo, the boy was still incredibly tight, and he would never hurt him. Duo was also incredibly impatient, always trying to get Heero to hurry, trying to push back against Heero's fingers. But Heero was much stronger than Duo, and he restrained the violet-eyed boy easily.
Duo pouted; secretly, though, he thrilled in the fact that Heero seemed to have superhuman strength; it made him feel safe and vulnerable and horny all at once, a strange combination, but it worked for him. Duo knew that soon Heero would be deep inside him, and he couldn't wait.
Finally, Heero removed his fingers, replacing them with his thick arousal at Duo's entrance. He paused, and looked down at his gorgeous lover. Heero was still amazed, every time he looked at Duo like this, that the other boy wanted him, loved him, gave him the incredible gift of allowing him to take him.
"Please, Heero, do it. Do me," Duo begged, beyond want.
Heero closed his eyes and pushed; into the most exquisite tightness, into Duo's sweet body. Tight muscles relaxed just enough to let him in, and gripped him with intoxicating friction that threatened to make him spill his passion immediately. But Heero controlled himself; he wanted Duo to scream, and wanted to savor every stroke.
Finally he was fully inside Duo; the longhaired boy's head was thrown back, hair spilling around him, mouth open in ecstasy as he was filled by Heero. Heero planted his hands on either side of Duo, and waited for the other boy to adjust. In the short time since they had been lovers, Duo and Heero had tried every position known to man, and had probably invented a few. But this one, where they were face to face and he could gaze into the eyes of his love, was still his favorite.
Duo opened his eyes, and looked at Heero pleadingly, arching his back and squirming against the other boy in an effort to make him move.
"God, I love you," Heero whispered, and started to stroke. Small movements at first, ones he knew drove Duo mad. Soon he was making larger movements, pulling out farther and farther with each stroke. Duo planted his feet, raising his hips to meet every thrust, moaning louder and louder each time.
Finally, Heero was pounding Duo into the bed, as deep and as fast as he could, and Duo still begged at the top of his lungs for more, harder, deeper. Heero knew just how to stroke the magic spot each time, and Duo was rapidly losing all reason. Then he felt Heero's hand on his aching arousal, and he screamed his love for Heero, and climaxed into Heero's hand and all over them.
Heero felt Duo's muscles tighten, then felt his hot passion release, pulsing still. He threw back his head, and at last allowed himself to climax, driven nearly insane by the clenching heat of Duo's body. Every climax was better than the last, and Heero knew there would never be anyone else who owned his heart, soul and body like Duo. If he died tomorrow, he would do so with only the regret of not having more time with his love.
Slowly, the tide of passion receded, and he lowered himself shakily to lie next to Duo. The longhaired boy snuggled against him, and in a sticky, sweaty pile they cuddled. Heero hadn't been surprised that Duo liked to cuddle afterward; what surprised him was that he liked it too.
They drifted off to sleep together, unmindful of the fact that they had woken everyone else in the house with their activities.
Quatre and Trowa stretched, amused; Heero and Duo were better, and more reliable, than an alarm clock. Quatre had bided his time; knowing that Heero and Duo had just found each other, they wouldn't want to play games with him and Trowa just yet. Both of them wanted to make sure the new couple knew that the offer they had given Heero extended to include his longhaired lover as well; they wanted to play. But how to approach them, without offending? They had discussed several options, from blatant to subtle, and decided to go for a gradual approach. Today was the day.
Quatre turned to Trowa and smiled delightedly. "Think they'll take us up on it, Trowa?"
Trowa smiled at his blond love. "Who could ever resist you, angel?"
Quatre giggled and dived under the covers, quickly engulfing Trowa's awakening arousal in his sweet mouth. Trowa gasped; the angelic blond had an incredible mouth and loved to use it. Quatre was too good; Trowa had to pull his lover back up before he was driven to climax in that hot mouth. He wanted to be deep inside Quatre when he released.
Quickly, he prepared Quatre; he had to be quick, because his angel was incredibly impatient. He hated having to wait for anything; he wanted Trowa now. But Trowa was determined to prepare his love well, and in the end he was stronger than Quatre.
Quatre squirmed on Trowa's fingers and pleaded enticingly, "Ple~ase, Tro~wa! I'm ready! Take me NOW!"
Trowa groaned. He could never refuse Quatre anything, and he was nearly breathless with passion himself. He removed his fingers and before the blond boy could protest, he had plunged his rock hard erection to the hilt. Trowa always worried about hurting Quatre, but that was how the little blond liked it best; hard and fast and deep. Trowa made sure to prepare him well, because Quatre craved being driven into with one thrust, and pounded hard, immediately. No pausing to adjust for Quatre; he wanted it hard, and he wanted it now.
Quatre dug his nails into Trowa's strong back as the green-eyed boy pounded him. His voice rose higher and higher as he proclaimed to the world Trowa's prowess; and when the other boy stroked his erection, the small blond threw back his head and cried out his love's name as he flooded them with his passion.
Trowa thrust one more time; that was all he could manage as Quatre's muscles clamped down on him and thrust him into climax. Trowa moaned softly, but for him it was a scream; pumping his angel full of his seed, he professed his love again and again. They collapsed together, partners in body and soul.
Heero found the note slipped under the door when he emerged from the shower. Duo was still brushing his hair. Heero picked up the note, recognizing Quatre's precise handwriting immediately.
He sensed Duo behind him, then felt the longhaired boy's arms wrap around him from behind. Duo was only wearing a towel, and Heero felt himself harden immediately from Duo's mere touch, stretching out the spandex shorts he had just put on. The longhaired boy had bewitched him, but he didn't want to be free.
Duo smiled and stroked Heero through the spandex, and rubbed his own growing erection against Heero as he showed him the note.
"Quatre and Trowa have invited us to dinner, tonight," Heero explained.
Duo frowned. "That's odd. We usually have dinner together anyway. Why the invite?"
Heero read on, "It sounds formal. It says to dress up." Then Heero remembered, and realized what the other boys were up to. He had been so wrapped up in discovering Duo that he had nearly forgotten about the other boys' proposition. This invitation was obviously meant to indicate that they wanted Duo to join them as well.
Heero explained as best he could, hoping that the violet-eyed boy wouldn't be angry. He needn't have worried. Duo seemed amused.
"So Trowa and Quatre like to play games, huh?" Duo mused.
"Apparently," Heero answered, worried about the mischievous look in his lover's eyes.
Duo looked deep into his eyes. "And how do you feel about it, koi? Tell me the truth."
Heero could never lie to the love of his life. "It might... be interesting," Heero said tentatively.
Duo smiled, a feral smile that worried Heero. "Interesting, huh? I'm sure sweet little Quatre would be disappointed at being called just interesting."
Heero smirked. "I have a feeling Quatre isn't really as angelic as he appears."
Duo laughed. "Oh, you can be sure of that," he said, recalling some of the conversations that he and the blond boy had had before they found their respective loves.
Heero raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? And don't tell me you don't find tall, dark and silent circus boy... interesting."
Duo smirked. "I run, I hide, but I never lie," he recited, then turned serious. "As long as you know, I love you more than life itself, and I wouldn't want to do anything that would jeopardize our relationship."
Heero looked deep into Duo's eyes, all joking aside. "I love you, Duo Maxwell. More than anything. And I trust you implicitly."
Duo hugged him, then pulled back, familiar gleam back in his amethyst eyes. "So are we gonna have some fun, then, Hee-chan?"
"Oh, yeah," smirked Heero, burying his hands in Duo's damp hair and kissing him hard. Duo's laughter rang throughout the house.
Wufei knew something was up and decided to go visit Treize that night, instead of staying at the safehouse.
End Part 1
(:./jade/tango1)
