Title: To Fly On Broken Wings - 14/?
Author: tkmaxwell777
Category: Shonen Ai/Yaoi
Pairings: 3x4x3, TxKxT
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own them... please don't sue me, for I have no money... if I did, I WOULD own them!
Warnings: Angst, Lemon, Rimming, Sap
Archived: Yep! Thanks Lev :)
Quatre eyed his lover warily as he approached the bed. Trowa hadn't shown any signs of sexual aggression, even though he clearly had the right to initiate anything he wanted since Heero's amazing show of dancing ability had proven Quatre wrong. The blonde actually found himself getting a little angry because of Trowa's lack of interest. Quatre decided to remind the other boy of their little wager.
"I thought you'd be more excited about winning the bet, love," he teased, as he slid into bed beside his brown-haired lover.
Trowa gave him a measured look. "Quatre, why did you make that bet knowing Heero had changed so much? I know you wouldn't underestimate him like that. It's as if you did it on purpose..."
The blonde looked pointedly at the other boy. "I did."
Trowa raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
Taking a deep breath, Quatre reached out and caressed the other boy's face as he spoke. "Trowa, we've been together now for a while. I love you more than anything else in this world. The way we are together when we make love is something I never thought I'd ever have with someone. You're a wonderful lover."
"But?"
"But you never indulge in your own fantasies," the Arabian explained gently. "It's like you're afraid to really let yourself go, and as much as I enjoy initiated our lovemaking, I want you to be comfortable with taking the lead sometimes."
Trowa frowned. "Quatre, whatever you want to do is always something I'll be satisfied with."
Quatre shook his head. "That's just the point, Trowa. It's always something 'I' want to do. Isn't there something that you really want to try that we haven't yet? Isn't there something that I haven't suggested, but deep inside, you've longed to do? I don't want you to deny your impulses."
"Some impulses need to be denied," Trowa replied darkly. "Sometimes if they're unleashed, you can't get them under control again. I don't want to hurt you."
Quatre blinked. "Hurt me? Trowa, I am NOT made of glass! Have you ever thought that maybe I would like you to be rougher sometimes? Have you ever thought that I might want you to tie me up, take me hard from behind, without any prep?" Quatre could see the flash of desire light up those green eyes. He'd known somehow that Trowa was keeping those wants and needs from him, and the blonde didn't like it one bit. "Trowa, I'm not afraid of you. You would never truly hurt me."
"How do you know?" Trowa said angrily, the fear in his eyes so strong, Quatre almost pulled away. "I don't even know, so how can you?" He took a deep breath. "Quatre, you mean everything to me. If I ever hurt you, I wouldn't be able to live with myself."
Quatre ran his hand soothingly along Trowa's arm. "Love, I trust you. I trusted you during the wars with my life. Do you honestly think that I can't trust you with my body?"
Trowa considered that for a moment. He'd been so careful to not let Quatre know about his secret longings, but the blonde had somehow sensed it anyway. As he looked into those amazing aqua depths, he felt his heart cringe at the thought of letting himself enact the scenarios he'd fantasized about for so long. He knew that Quatre trusted him, and he trusted the other boy implicitly; maybe it was time to prove that he could trust himself. Sighing heavily, he decided that he had to try. It was obvious that the blonde wasn't happy with the situation, and Trowa knew he would do anything to make his blonde happy.
"I'm sorry, Quatre, for not... being honest with you about some of the things I want." He hesitated, the fear gripping him again, but went on anyway, "But if you want those things too then I will... try to open up about them."
Quatre could feel the battle going on inside the other boy. He moved closer to Trowa, pressing completely against him in a showing of acceptance and comfort. "Tell me what you want," he whispered.
Trowa closed his eyes. He let himself conjure up the images he'd try to banish from his mind so many times while he'd made love to Quatre; he searched for them now. The blonde's earlier words came back to him, and he knew what he wanted to do more than anything. He summoned the courage to speak, letting his voice take on a forceful tone.
"Take off your boxers and turn over."
Quatre felt his heart speed up. Yes, this was what he wanted. He'd always fantasized about Trowa losing control because of his desire, taking him hard. He felt a flutter in the pit of his stomach just thinking about it. Although they had been together since the end of the last war, Trowa had always been so careful with him; Quatre wanted that to end tonight. He adored Trowa making love to him gently, but sometimes, he just needed to be pounded into the mattress.
Trowa watched as the blonde obeyed his command. He felt himself getting hard from just that sight alone. Once Quatre was naked and on his stomach, Trowa removed his own underwear and moved so he was straddling the other boy's legs. Leaning over Quatre, Trowa moved his face to the other boy's ear. Words that he had said in his mind so many times came to his lips.
"I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to come, pretty boy," the tall boy promised breathily.
Quatre gasped. He'd never heard that tone in Trowa's voice before. Excitement flooded him, and he moaned as he began moving his hips to press his hardening erection into the bed beneath him.
Trowa groaned at the sight of his lover trying to gain a little relief. He pulled back so he could just look at the perfect roundness of the other boy's ass. Without conscious assent, his hands traced over the creamy skin, relishing the quick intake of breath from his lover. His fingers slid between the cleft, teasing the blonde mercilessly, without offering any form of real stimulation.
"Trowa!" Quatre cried out, thrusting his hips backwards then back down into the bed. The other boy was driving him crazy with those touches.
Trowa smirked. Leaning down again, he began nibbling at the other boy's shoulder. He nipped and licked his way down the boy's back that had only become more masculine over the past year, muscles more defined. His mouth caressed the soft flesh of Quatre's hip right before he moved lower.
"Trowa! Please..." Quatre pleaded. Trowa suddenly bit down on a cheek, startling a yelp out of the blonde. "Ahhh!" It didn't hurt... exactly... in fact, the stimulation was strangely arousing.
Trowa felt himself giving into the primal need that filled him. He soothed the bite mark with tiny kisses, laving it with his tongue, before proceeding to the other cheek to do the same. When he got an even more pronounced response, he felt the passion consume him. Grasping both cheeks, he used his thumbs to spread Quatre, revealing his entrance. They'd rimmed each other before, but this time... this time he wasn't going to hold back. He plunged his tongue inside almost savagely, burying his face in the silken crevice as he growled possessively.
"Ohhhh!" Quatre yelled, the feeling of that slick member entering him almost overwhelming. He could sense those raw emotions surging through Trowa, and it aroused him in a way he'd never known before. He'd expected this change to take them to a new level of intimacy, but he'd had no idea how erotic it was going to be. When Trowa began undulating his tongue wildly inside him, Quatre could do nothing but thrust his hips and moan in response.
Trowa licked the soft flesh of those cheeks, marking his lover with little love bites before thrusting his face between them again to tongue-fuck the other boy. He felt the tension mounting, the unbelievable feeling of abandonment consuming him as he lost himself in the act. Suddenly, he just wanted to be buried inside that tight heat. He pulled away quickly. Grabbing Quatre's hips so hard he knew there would be some bruises there, he positioned the blonde on his hands and knees.
"Oh, Trowa, please. Take me. Take me hard. Please, I just want to feel you inside me." Quatre was so turned on by this aggressive side of his lover, he couldn't think of anything else but feeling the other boy's hardness thrusting into him. He knew it would hurt without prep, but he didn't care. Maybe he needed for it to hurt this time... maybe there was more to this than just what Trowa needed.
Trowa grabbed the tube of lubricant from off the bedside table and spread the gel on his pulsing member. He quickly moved behind Quatre, and without a second thought, spread the other boy, thrusting inside him in one smooth movement.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Quatre screamed, the pain and pressure taking hold of him. He tried to breathe evenly, allowing his body to adjust to the forceful intrusion. He could feel Trowa throbbing inside him, knew that the other boy was trying not to hurt him, but could also sense that Trowa wasn't going to wait long.
Trowa let all of the hidden desires he'd been harboring come to the surface. He pulled out, and in another rough motion, plunged back inside. It was incredible. The friction was slowly driving him insane, and he had to keep thrusting back in, again, and then again, and then again; he couldn't stop.
Quatre felt his body loosening, the pain fading as Trowa kept on moving. Then suddenly, Trowa shifted his hips, and the blonde cried out as the tip of Trowa's erection hit his pleasure center. "Yes! More..."
Trowa reached out, pulling Quatre backwards so the other boy was straddling his thighs. The blonde's back made contact with Trowa's chest, and the former Heavyarms pilot felt something break inside. Grabbing hold of the blonde, he began snapping his own hips up, pulling Quatre down to meet him.
Quatre couldn't help but continue to yell out with each thrust. The shift in position deepened the penetration, and the force that Trowa was using as he fucked him was making those thrusts against his prostate more pleasurable than he'd ever felt before. He was beyond aroused... he needed to come.
"Trowa, touch me."
"No."
The answer shocked Quatre so much his eyes shot open in disbelief. Being turned away, he couldn't tell the expression on Trowa's face, but he knew the other boy was dead serious. Trowa had always stroked him to completion, saying he wanted to be the one to take Quatre over the edge. Never once had Quatre touched himself while they had made love; he'd never had to before. Quatre bit his lip, trying to just let the feeling of Trowa hitting his sweet spot take him to climax, but he finally realized he needed more stimulation. Tentatively, he reached down, taking hold of his arousal to relieve some of the pressure; he was so hard it hurt.
Trowa felt Quatre shift and knew where the blonde's hand was heading. He suddenly reached around and removed that hand from Quatre's erection. "Not until I tell you."
Quatre moaned. "Trowa, please... I need..."
"Beg me, Quatre," Trowa replied huskily, his voice having a slightly dangerous tone. "Beg me to let you."
Quatre felt his arousal pulse. Trowa was making him beg to touch himself. It was completely sadistic. It was totally unthinkable. It was exactly what Quatre had wanted without even knowing it. "Trowa, please... I need to... please, let me... please."
Trowa felt himself getting ready to go over the edge. Quatre's pleading voice just made it even better. He felt a sense of control he'd never known before, and he decided he liked it, liked the fact that he could bring Quatre to the point where he was begging to masturbate in front of him. He thrust twice more before answering his lover. "Now."
Quatre barely touched himself, and he was coming. "Ohhhhh Yeeeeeessssss!" His essence pulsed out of him as he stroked himself rapidly. To know he was doing that to himself, right in front of his lover, made it even more intense; he had a feeling he would be doing it more often now that he knew Trowa didn't object to it.
Trowa felt Quatre spasm around him and gave into his own release. "Quatre!" He filled his lover with liquid passion as he ejaculated over and over again, each shudder shaking him to his very soul.
They finally collapsed onto the bed, Trowa pulling out of Quatre carefully; the blonde was going to be sore. Quatre snuggled against Trowa for a moment, listening as his lover's breathing began to even out.
"That was just incredible, Trowa. I... I can't believe you made me beg. I can't believe I touched myself while you were inside me. It was so amazing." Aqua eyes sought emerald. "Can we do that again? I mean... I know we can't tonight, but..."
Trowa kissed the blonde's nose, feeling like he had finally freed part of his soul. "Yes," he replied with a smirk, "but I have a feeling I'm going to be on bottom for a few days."
Quatre smiled. "Hmm. Whatever will we do?"
Trowa leaned over and kissed his lover thoroughly. "Oh, I'm sure I can come up with a few things."
Quatre's smile brightened even more, his eyes shining with joy. "Could you?"
Trowa laughed. "I won the bet, right?"
Quatre nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, you did."
"Then how about you take me the way I just took you before we go to bed?"
Quatre's eyes lit with desire. Rolling over on top of his green-eyed lover, he answered him with a passionate kiss of his own. Before the night was over, Trowa begged more than the blonde had.
Kyle walked out onto the fire escape. His eyes fell on the form of his redheaded lover sitting there, looking up at the stars with an unreadable expression. Ever since they had left the club, Toby had been unusually quiet. Kyle didn't know what was bothering his lover, but he knew he had to find out.
"Hey, T. What's up?"
Toby kept his eyes on the sky. "I was just thinkin' about my dad," he replied softly.
Kyle moved to the metal scaffolding and sat down. "Yeah?"
Toby shrugged, his eyes momentarily glancing at his brown-haired lover before looking back at the sky. "Cara is really lucky to have Todd."
Kyle had not been expecting that kind of statement. He would have thought that Toby would be the most pissed off by Todd's behavior. "Why do you say that?"
"Todd really loves Cara, Kyle. If he didn't, he wouldn't be so worried about her getting into trouble." Toby paused for a moment, seeming to be lost in thought. "Dad never gave a damn about where I was or what I was doing." He raised pained eyes to look at the other boy. "The only person who ever cared about me was you."
Kyle pulled the other boy into a fierce embrace. "And don't you ever forget that I care, Toby Martin. I love you. No matter what happens, I will always love you."
Toby buried his face in Kyle's shoulder. "I love you too, Kyle. I just..." He looked up at Kyle, his eyes filled with tears. "If I do something stupid, don't leave me. Please, just tell me, and I'll try to make it right. I know I can be a pain in the ass sometimes, but I don't mean to be. Kyle, I can't lose you."
Kyle frowned. "What brought this on? I would never leave you, Toby."
Toby wiped his eyes. "I just realized tonight that since you're in college, you're bound to meet some interesting people there." He looked away. "How do you know you won't meet someone you want more than you do me? What if I don't get to enroll next quarter? Will you want to leave me behind?"
Kyle didn't answer him right away; instead, he moved away from where they were sitting, taking Toby's hand to lead the other boy back inside the apartment. Once back in the bedroom, Kyle pulled Toby to the bed, forcing him to lie down on it with him. Turning so that they were facing each other, Kyle reached out and began caressing Toby's cheek.
"I will never find anyone else to love the way I love you, Toby. I will never find anyone else to love me the way you love me. We are meant to be together. Do you honestly think that the odds of us meeting at the orphanage, becoming friends, and finally ending up as lovers are in our favor? This is something that could never be a coincidence." Kyle paused for a moment. "It doesn't matter to me if you never go to college. I want you to because it's what you want, but I will never think any less of you if you don't get to do it. You are an incredible lover, a faithful friend, and a beautiful person, Toby. Fate brought us together. Destiny made us lovers. Love will keep our hearts as one."
Toby smiled softly, amazed once more at how poetic his lover could be. "Promise?"
"With all that I am, man."
Toby leaned over and claimed Kyle's lips in a tender kiss. "Make love to me."
Kyle moaned in response, deepening the kiss as he began undressing the redhead. Soon they were lying naked on the sheets, touching each other's skin, and tasting each other's mouths, almost like it was the first time again. Kyle moved between the other boy's legs, kissing his way down Toby's chest and stomach. He licked at the place where hip and thigh meets, relishing the moans he elicited from his brown-eyed lover.
Toby let the feeling of Kyle's lips overwhelm all of his fears. He never should have doubted his lover's feelings for him, but Toby had never had anyone else to show him love like this before, and he didn't think his heart could take it if Kyle found someone else. He knew he had to trust in the love they shared. As Kyle caressed his skin, Toby realized that nothing else mattered but the feeling he was having at that moment; he would never let it go without a fight.
"Mmm... K... more."
Kyle smiled. Slowly, he moved his mouth to nuzzle the other boy's hardness. It was weeping already from the redhead's excitement, the pearly fluid beckoning to Kyle; the dark-haired boy couldn't help but lick his lips in anticipation. "You look good enough to eat, T."
Toby groaned at the sight of the other boy. Green eyes shining brightly with mischief, Kyle was the epitome of everything Toby had ever wanted. "Then please... have a taste."
"One taste could never be enough," Kyle growled as he took Toby's arousal inside his mouth.
"Yes!" Toby cried out, the incredible heat of Kyle's mouth making him even harder. The feeling was so intense that he had to close his eyes.
Kyle pulled back some, sucking on the tip lightly. "I think I want a sip of your vintage."
Toby smirked. "The bottle is a little stubborn sometimes. You may need to grasp it tightly in order to get it to release."
Kyle slid a digit between Toby's cheeks and fingered his entrance suggestively. "Perhaps I need to use a corkscrew?" Any witty reply Toby had was lost as Kyle plunged the redhead's erection back into his waiting mouth.
Kyle reached for the lube, coating his fingers liberally, before beginning the 'uncorking'. He made sure to take his time, letting Toby feel just how much he meant to him. He intended to show the redhead that he savored every moment of their lovemaking. When Kyle was thrusting three fingers into that tight heat, he knew his lover was ready. Of course, the pleas that were being issued by the boy beneath him were an indication as well.
"Kyle! Please... I'm ready... Need you!"
Kyle looked down at Toby and smiled. "Then I believe it's time to let it flow." He spread those soft cheeks, brushing his arousal against Toby's entrance teasingly. Then with one swift motion, he entered him, pressing inside.
"Kyle!" Toby tensed at the fullness he felt at the other's entry. There wasn't really any pain, but the pressure took a moment to adjust to. He could feel Kyle throbbing, and he knew how much control it took for the other boy to not just pound into him. Knowing that love was the reason why Kyle was holding back, Toby felt himself relax, allowing Kyle to slide completely inside him; Toby wanted more.
Kyle froze, wanting to memorize the feel of his lover at that moment. Silken heat caressed his length, and he let the euphoria of claiming the boy he loved overtake him. He would never get tired of the feeling of completeness he always experienced when buried inside Toby, or when Toby was buried inside him.
"Kyle, move, man. I'm dying here."
"Contents under pressure?" Kyle asked shakily, causing his lover to laugh. When he pulled out and thrust back in, the laughter turned into moans of pleasure.
"You know... maybe you should... major in comedy... instead of... computer science," Toby breathed out sarcastically as Kyle thrust into him. He gasped when Kyle hit his sweet spot in retaliation. "Oh, yeah, baby... just like that!"
Kyle began a steady rhythm, Toby meeting him with every thrust. They were both soon panting, sweat all over their bodies as they strove for completion. Kyle began playing with Toby's balls, rolling them together gently, but not touching his erection in any way. It felt like nothing Toby had ever experienced as the other boy kept fondling him and thrusting inside to hit his pleasure center each time.
"K, please... oh yeah, that is... fucking incredible!"
Kyle couldn't agree more... and he couldn't hold back any longer either. "Oh yes! Toby, Toby... Yes!" Waves of pleasure spread through him as he tensed and released inside his lover. His erection shuddered within that tight heat as streams of his seed filled the willing body beneath him. When the last of his orgasm passed, he looked at his lover, still trembling with need, and smiled.
"Yes it is, T, and it's about to get even better."
Kyle slid out of Toby only to plunge two fingers back inside his body. He began thrusting them in and out again; brushing the other boy's sweet spot once again with practiced precision. Before the other boy knew what was happening, Kyle leaned down and engulfed the redhead's pulsing erection.
"OH MY... KYLE!" Toby screamed as Kyle finger-fucked him and tongued his head. It only took a couple of swipes over his swollen member to cause him to explode in climax. Throwing his head back, Toby yelled as he came hard, spilling himself into his lover's mouth as his body shook from the intensity of it. Kyle lapped at the other boy's essence, enjoying his 'drink' as Toby rode out the waves of pleasure.
Kyle finally lifted his head, reveling in the sated look on his lover's handsome face. "A very good year," he remarked dryly.
Toby laughed. "It was locally grown, yanno."
Kyle chuckled as he moved up to pull Toby into his arms. "And it's a private label, right?"
Toby's dancing brown eyes looked up into loving green. "I'll serve it only to you."
Kyle claimed his lover's lips in a soft kiss. "Good. I plan on dining on it quite often."
Toby snuggled against him. "Mmm. Yours is just as good, so I can indulge myself too, right?"
"I'll be sure to keep some on hand," Kyle replied, loving their little games that seemed to happen so spontaneously. Who would have thought watching that show on the wine country would have been so useful in the bedroom?
"Yeah, I'll want to enjoy it on hand... in mouth... inside... "
"Toby!"
The redhead laughed, loving the embarrassed look on his lover's face. No matter how passionate they became, Kyle was still a little shy when it came to 'dirty talk' sometimes; Toby adored that about him. He kissed his dark-haired lover tenderly. "Love you, K."
Kyle smiled. "Love you, T. Until there are no more rhymes, and music ceases to play."
"Forever and a day, man."
"Forever and a day."
They settled under the covers for the night, feeling like they had just tasted the wine of paradise...
Because they just had.
End Part 14
(:./tk/fly14)
