April 2001
Warnings: LEMON LEMON LEMON Yaoi; plot, what plot? did I mention LEMON?
Pairings: 10.0833333 [more specifically: (4+3) + (2+1) + 2x4x2/(3x2)x4/(3x2)(4x1)/(3x1)]
Disclaimers: I don't own the characters from Gundam Wing, I just play with them for non-profit fun and give them back when they're tired.
Notes: This was my very first fanfic. The idea grabbed me by the throat and refused to let go until I wrote it down. And I discovered it was fun!!!
Duo was in heaven.
He was rocking back and Trowa was snapping his hips forward and he was seeing stars with each thrust of that long cock and his body was on fire and Quatre's tongue was driving him absolutely insane and he couldn't... he couldn't... Ecstacy raced along his nerves and burst over his skin and he was coming he was screaming he was falling into bliss...
A dazed eternity later when he came back to himself, he was lying half-curled on his side, snuggled between two warm bodies. Trowa was pressed against his sweaty back, still buried deeply inside him. Quatre was lying in front and half on top of him, one hand lazily caressing his ribs as he traded deep kisses with Trowa.
Duo felt enormously peaceful. Most of him didn't want to disturb the delicious haze enervating him, but pride and mischief simply wouldn't let him just lie there without some show of spirit.
He nuzzled across Quatre's chest until he found a conveniently located nipple and started licking. Quatre broke off his kiss with a gasp and a giggle.
Duo rolled his head to look at the boy behind him, putting on his cute- puzzled-frown face. "S'funny, but I always thought it was the hair..."
"...?"
"You know," Duo said innocently, "the reason you're called 'Bang Boy'..."
Quatre snickered and Trowa's lips curled up in a reluctant grin. "And there's a reason you are called 'Baka'..."
"Waaauuuuh!!" Quatre's warmth suddenly disappeared from Duo's chest.
Peacefulness abruptly forgotten, Duo whipped his head around to see Heero standing by the other side of the bed, holding Quatre up by one ankle with no apparent effort.
Heero was deliciously nude, and fully aroused. He glared at the shoe-clad foot in front of his face. "Quatre. The wearing of shoes is not permitted on MY bed."
Whoh. Heero wanted to play.
Quatre's look of surprise and apprehension slipped into a surprisingly sexy little smile, "Well, I've been a little too busy defending MY bed from Duo..."
Heero stripped off the offending shoe and sock, and Duo grinned in anticipation. He knew from experience how Heero 'played'.
"...to take it off, although the other one seems to have disa - aaaaah ahahahahahaha"
Heero ran his fingernails up the exposed underside of Quatre's foot. The blond pilot twitched and laughed and tried to jerk his leg away at the same time. He had about the same chance as the proverbial snowball in Hell...
...until he twisted around and latched his mouth onto Heero's prominent erection.
Duo laughed out loud at the sight of Heero attempting to keep his facial expression neutral while his eyes were rolling up and his jaw was dropping in shocked pleasure.
Heero collapsed in a barely-controlled fall onto the bed (and onto Quatre). He started moving his hips, and then his mouth.
At first Duo watched avidly, then distractedly as Trowa began renewing his attentions, then disbelievingly as sweet, innocent Quatre flipped Heero over and swapped ends, and then he forgot to watch at all as Heero wiggled close enough to use his mouth on Duo, and he leaned in for a reciprocal taste as well, and...
The night wound down into a haze of sensation and release.
It was well after midnight, and the four pilots were tangled together in a breathless, satiated mass of sticky, sweaty flesh. Duo once again had his head pillowed on Quatre's thigh.
"Someone should put more wood on the fire," Trowa murmured into Heero's hair.
Two seconds later, Duo found himself 'volunteering' for the task, with the aid of a firm shove by Heero's foot in his ribs. He thought of protesting, but realized that it would do little good.
Yawning, he crossed to the stove and built up the fire again. Once it had caught and was crackling cheerfully, he turned and sprinted across the cold room for the warmth of the bed.
He leaped high into the air, yelling "Banzai!" as he came down. He hit the bed and the legs of the ancient frame gave way, sending the box spring thumping to the floor, the mattress sliding slightly to the side.
Duo froze in surprise, then looked cautiously over the edge at the damage. He looked back to see three gazes locked on his. He shrugged and said, "It's Wufei's bed; let him clean it up..."
Tired snickers greeted this pronouncement. An arm reached up, curled around his neck and yanked him back down into the warm tangle of limbs.
"Shut up, Duo."
(:./wingnut/itsmybed4)
