2 August 2000
Category: Yaoi, Lime, Lemon (some parts), kinda of rape (?), Sap, Angst,
almost all others
Rating: NC-17 (in some parts)
Pairings: 1+3, 4x2, 1+2, 4+3...
Notes: [song by Vertical Horizon]
~~ He's everything you want
He's everything you need
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could beHe says all the right things
At exactly the right time but
He means nothing to you
And you don't know why ~~
"Ne, Heero, where are we /really/ going?"
"A school..."
Duo was confused, so he sat back with a sigh and attempted to go to sleep.
Heero's comment ". . .ter, but right now. . ." brought him out of his light doze.
"... right now we are going to a safe house till we get word of which school it is..." and Heero grinned over at him. A sly, predatory grin, that told Duo exactly how they would pass their time.
". . .Saaaa. . ." he purred, "You gonna make me yours, hmmmmmm?"
Heero spared a glance over at him, "Maybe."
Duo looked hurt, "Maybe!?" He sputtered, but he knew that Heero was kidding him. Right?
He decided to turn on the radio, ::. . .I hear you call my name and it feels like home -- Just like a prayer, your voice can take me there, just a muse to me, you are a mystery, just like a dream, you are not what you seem, just like a prayer your face, your voice can take me there. . .:: (1)
He practically glowed at Heero and sang along with the lyrics.
Although he wouldn't admit it, Heero was happy with this. . . Duo had a great voice and this song was greatly improved by his tenor. Not just that, Duo was singing the lyrics to /him/.
'Hn... mine...' he thought as he concentrated on the road.
"Oh, really..."
"Aa..." Quatre said as he pushed the turtle neck out of his way and latched onto one of Trowa's nipples.
"Mmmmmmm..." Trowa moaned as Quatre teased the dark flesh with his tongue. He brought his free hand up to rub over the neglected nipple. Releasing Trowa's nipple from his mouth, Quatre began trailing nipping kisses all over Trowa's neck and collarbone. He then yanked the shirt over Trowa's head to where the tall pilot was blind to his surroundings. "Quatre...?"
"Mmmmm?" Quatre replied, tugging the dark shirt the rest of the way off.
"........"
Quatre's gaze was positively wicked, his eyes flashed as he ducked down to unbutton Trowa's tight jeans. He teased the zipper slowly -- ever so slowly -- downward. Once he was unzipped, Quatre lowered Trowa's tight jeans enjoying how the taller pilot's arousal sprang forward for him in the folds of his cotton boxers. Standing up, he pushed Trowa back onto the bed.
"I love you..." he said kissing the sensitive skin of Trowa's inner thighs. All Trowa could manage in response was to groan. Quatre pulled Trowa's pants all the way off, followed by the plaid boxers. He stood back and admired the flushed, naked boy before him. Tonight was going to be a feast.
Trowa pushed himself up onto his elbows as Quatre just stood there, looking at him. The blond smiled and slowly began to remove his own clothing, piece by piece.
He took his vest off then began to slowly shuck his shirt, pulling it over one shoulder, revealing the milky white flesh. He rolled his shoulder, sending a sultry smile Trowa's way as he kissed his shoulder... an invitation. He moved to his belt... pulling it off in one swift movement, tossing it to the floor. He unbuttoned his pants and slid them and his undershorts down his smooth legs, stepping out of them and bending to toss them aside (while giving Trowa a nice view of his naked ass). Moving back to his shirt, he fumbled demurely with the buttons slowly revealing his toned chest and pink nipples.
Trowa ogled at the nude beauty stalking towards him. Then fear gripped his stomach... he wanted Quatre.. but...
"Quatre...?" he said. The blond stopped, blinking at him.
"What is it Trowa?"
"I... I don't know..."
"I understand," Quatre said as he climbed onto the bed with him. He kissed him deeply, "We don't have to, not that... not till you're ready..."
"I... I want... I want too... demo..."
"You're afraid... it's alright..." Quatre moved, placing himself between Trowa's legs. He smiled evily, "There *are* other things we can do..." with that he lowered his head to take in Trowa's entire length.
Using his tongue to drive the tall pilot close to ecstasy then deny him until he was ready, he began to drive Trowa mad with desire and need.
Quatre's talented tongue made him forget all his worries, soon he was moaning with pleasure, "Quatre..."
"Mmmmmm..." he murmured, the sound vibrating Trowa's shaft, sending him moaning again.
"I... I want you... i-in me..." he breathed.
"Whatever you want... Trowa..." Quatre said releasing him and reaching over to the table. He slathered the lubricant on his fingers and began to work Trowa, stretching him, stroking his inner walls just right.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh..." was the breathy moan. After a time, Quatre decided he was ready and moved to position himself at Trowa's entrance, lubing himself thickly.
"Ready Trowa?" he asked. Trowa nodded slightly and Quatre began to slide into him slowly, giving him time to adjust to the new sensation of being filled. When he was sure Trowa was ready to take it further he began to move his hips, pumping in and out. When he worked up a good rhythm he moved a hand around to grasp Trowa's need, pumping in time with his thrusts. Soon they were both panting and screaming in ecstasy as Quatre pumped his seed into Trowa and Trowa spilled himself all over his stomach and Quatre's hand.
Exhausted, Quatre collapsed onto his love, not bothering to pull out just yet. When the aftershocks passed, he pulled out and crawled up next to the silent boy.
"I love you, Trowa..." he said as he drifted into a sated sleep.
Trowa closed his eyes, letting himself fall into oblivion too.
Owari 8, TBC
End Part Eight
(:./willow/eve8)
