21-Apr-2001
Title: Take Me Tengai (Beyond the Heavens)
Author: Kimmie (JaenKaeGW@hotmail.com)
Archive: GW Addiction, Silent Passion (strangeplaces.net/silentpassion)
Category: yaoi, lemon, PWP, humor
Pairings: 1x3, implied 4xRxD
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I mean no harm, I have no money... Stuff like that. Yeah.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: More than a little off-color language.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: I wanted to try my hand at a 1x3 lemon, so, here it is. This is from the same "universe" as "A Day of Bliss", though I'm not exactly sure whether it's before or after... or even if it matters. Dedicated to DaMoyre! Oh, yeah, "tengai" means "beyond the heavens", hence the subtitle. Enjoy.
"Heero..." Pressed firmly against a door, his shirt unbuttoned and neck being thoroughly kissed, Trowa moaned the name of the man treating him in such a delicious way. His wrists braced against the doorframe, Trowa thrust his hips forward a bit, trying to urge Heero to move his mouth a few feet lower. "Mmm... c'mon already!"
Suddenly, the door flew open, and Trowa dropped to the floor, banging his head on the opening door, Heero landing heavily on top of him. When his head stopped pounding like a jackhammer, he opened his eyes and looked up. Quatre was leaning over him, pointing. "Hey, Trowa? Your room is one more down. Just thought you'd like to know."
Before Quatre's words could register in his mind, Trowa found himself being hauled up onto Heero's shoulder, one calloused hand stroking the skin just above the waistband of his pants. As they turned the corner, Trowa happened to glance at the bed, and could have sworn he saw Dorothy and Relena with Quatre headed toward them in only a pair of boxers. Shaking his head, Trowa suddenly found himself pressed against another door, one of Heero's knees pressed between his thighs as the other man fumbled with the key to the room. Slightly exasperated, Trowa grabbed the keycard, shoved it into the slot, and twisted open the door, pulling Heero into the room by his necktie. Tossing the key onto the table by the door, he kicked the door shut, toed off his shoes, and pushed Heero toward the bed.
They fell onto the bed side-by-side, mouths connecting in a vicious passion. Hasty hands made rather quick work of their clothing, each piece flying haphazardly through the air, one of Heero's shoes landing in the fish tank, Trowa's boxers catching on the ceiling fan, Heero's belt buckle cracking the glass covering some painting of a gaunt blue hand reaching for a cup of coffee and a buttered croissant; the usual dance of desire. When Heero, eyes shut tight to avoid getting poked by either his or Trowa's hair, realized that he was naked, and his roaming hands no longer found stitch or seam on Trowa, he pushed his lover further onto the bed and slid on top of him, one knee pressed very firmly between two taut thighs while one hand fumbled around in the nightstand for lubricant.
Moaning softly as Heero's knee began to move, Trowa pushed him away slightly, and grabbed the well-loved tube, uncapping it before handing it to Heero. "How is it that all of your manual dexterity goes out the window when you wanna fuck?"
Heero, squeezing a bit of lubricant onto his fingers and tossing the tube behind him, where it hit the television and left a line of the gel down the screen, proceeded to attack Trowa's mouth for a moment before pulling back to answer. "Maybe because I just wanna fuck when you do, and you distract me something awful."
Trowa smiled. "I hardly ever do anything! You're the one fumbling and grunting and thrusting and trying to get into my pants before I can get out of them. How am I to blame?"
Heero trailed a thumb down the inside of Trowa's thigh, causing him to spread his legs wider. "It's the noises, and the little reactions, and the fact that I can't resist you. I see you, and the only thing I want is your ass."
Legs opening wider still as Heero moved his fingers closer to his goal, Trowa moaned. "Oh, sure! And, here I was thinking you wanted me in your bed for my scintillating conversation skills... oh, yeah, right there..."
"Is that scintillating? Hmm... yeah." Fingers teasing gently at Trowa's entrance, Heero moved down the bed a bit, nipping down Trowa's abdomen and delighting in the way the muscles tensed beneath his lips. When he felt Trowa's arousal rubbing against his neck, he cuddled it in the crook between his neck and his shoulder, then leaned to one side to turn his head down and casually lick at the head of the proof of Trowa's passion. Trowa moaned, and wriggled deliciously.
When Trowa stopped writhing, Heero slid one finger into him, casually planting rather chaste kisses on his cock. Trowa's gently spread legs tensed a bit, and he pulled them up so that his knees were pointing into the air, and his feet were planted solidly on the bedspread. Heero nibbled along the inside of one thigh while continuing to prepare Trowa, a second finger sliding in easily next to the first, and let his not-so-busy hand trail down the length of Trowa's calf to grasp lightly at the heel and pull it up and over Heero's shoulder, the hand going to rest softly on Trowa's knee.
A third finger went to work stretching Trowa, and Heero began to suckle gently at the head of Trowa's member, almost grinning at the way his partner reacted to the sensations running through him. When Heero pulled away for a moment to lick his lips, Trowa reached down and tangled a hand in his lover's hair, pulling him up to meet him eye to eye. "If you don't fuck me now, I'm making sure you have blue balls for a week." The threat was met with a grin as Heero removed his fingers, handled his cock for a brief moment to wipe off the remaining lube on his fingers, and slammed into Trowa to the hilt.
Trowa gasped, delighting in the sensations. Almost immediately, he let his leg drop off Heero's shoulder to tangle around his back while he snaked his hands under Heero's arms to claw at his back. "Damn it, this isn't fucking. Don't just lay there, lay me!"
Heero blinked. "You get an awful filthy mouth when you want to get fucked. You sure I shouldn't give you some sort of punishment for that?"
"Blue balls. I *can* make it happen. Two weeks. *And* I'll force you to look at naked pictures of Duke Dermail on a cold day." At the look on Heero's face, Trowa bucked his hips lightly. "Gonna fuck me? Or gonna go without for... three weeks?"
Heero immediately pulled out a bit, and slammed it home again. "How's that?"
Trowa nodded. "Good, good. Surprisingly good. Now, keep going." Heero picked up the pace, leaning close to Trowa and continuing to explore his upper torso and neck with his mouth.
With a moan, Heero pushed Trowa's legs back onto his shoulders and held him firmly at the knees, rising up onto his own knees and beginning to thrust harder. Trowa gasped and moaned and writhed, becoming a being of only sound and movement on the outside as his internal being was threatened with torturous pleasure. "Ah, Heero! Harder, faster, damn it, fuckin' hell, kisama, kuso, bakayaro, shimatta, hot damn, more!"
Heero grinned and leaned in, pressing Trowa's knees on either side of his head. "Such a filthy mouth." With that, he proceeded to kiss Trowa fiercely, his tongue tangling with his lover's while he slammed into him.
They both knew that their orgasms were fast approaching, so their movements became more harried and jarring. Heero threw his strength into every powerful thrust and Trowa took it all with a happy curse and a clench of his fists around whatever he could get his hands on. As Heero's grip tightened on his knees, and he began to piston like an engine, Trowa wrapped a hand around his own arousal, tugging at it while he gripped at the headboard behind him. "Oh, fuck... oh, fuck... oh, fuck.... oh, damn!" Trowa continued his mantra of cursing while arching his back, feeling Heero beginning to pulse inside of him. He shut his eyes tightly and stroked his erection more firmly, knowing that as soon as Heero came, he'd be a goner.
Heero groaned as he felt Trowa tighten around him. Another three quick thrusts, and he lost himself to oblivion, his hips jackhammering as he emptied himself into his lover with a wailing cry of, "Oh, fuck!" Trowa, his prostate exploited by the sudden rush of movement, came with a groan only a moment later, his hand still gripping himself in such a manner that his come hit the underside of Heero's chin and dripped down onto his chest.
Out of breath and quivering slightly, Heero pulled out of Trowa and glared at him. "That's it. You're taking a shower with me. It's your come, you wear it."
Trowa laughed lightly. "But you look better in it. Besides, I've got your's. It's an even trade, I think. Be glad I didn't get any in your eye like last time."
Letting Trowa's legs go, Heero collasped on top of him. "Hn. Yeah, well, that was pretty nice."
Trowa kissed his nose. "You're lying."
Heero kissed him gently. "Okay, so it was a hell of a lot better than nice. Now, we're going to go wash your mouth out with soap."
With a grin, Trowa allowed himself to be pulled off to the shower.
Owari. ^__~
(:./jennykim/moments5)
