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!!!
Trowa watched the show with an appreciative eye.[1] It was quite a turn-on to see his little lover being driven to the screaming edge of orgasm and kept teetering there indefinitely.
He had to admire the technique - every time Quatre looked like he was about to explode, Duo would remove his mouth and press his thumb firmly against the base of Quatre's cock, blocking the channel that allowed release. Each time he did this, he had to let go of one of his victim's wrists, but Arabian was so far gone that he didn't even seem to notice.
Trowa cast a speculative glance over his shoulder at Heero, who was still seated at the table typing steadily on his laptop. He looked much the same as always; Trowa couldn't tell what he was feeling - jealousy, fury, neglect... or nothing at all. He just sat and typed. Smirking a little at the other's determination in the face of such outrageous distraction, he turned back to the far more engrossing scene in front of him.
Now Duo was blowing gently on the wet, straining organ in his grip, "Whooooooo... Whooooose bed?"
Trowa was sure Quatre would have ceded ownership of the bed by this point, but from his reactions he couldn't even remember how to speak, let alone what furniture was. Quivering and moaning, head tossing from side to side, hands fisted in the blankets, legs jerking uncontrollably - Quatre looked like he literally couldn't take any more teasing.
The taller boy shook his head slightly and stood up. He couldn't let his koibito lose his mind, now, could he? He began to remove his clothing. It was his duty to intervene. Obviously. He grabbed a nondescript tube from his bag by the stove and headed for the bed.
Duo was rubbing his hips against the mattress as he drove Quatre towards a new peak of ecstacy. Trowa didn't waste any time. He slid one knee onto the bed and one hand under Duo's body, gripping firmly.
Duo froze immediately. Then he groaned as Trowa rubbed him, and Quatre's face twisted at the exquisite vibration.
The little blond arched up off the bed, only his head and heels and clutching hands remaining in contact with the blankets. His slender body shuddered again and again and again as he went flying over the edge of release.
Trowa watched with interest and a growing breathlessness as Duo's throat worked, taking his lover in fully and swallowing every drop, continuing to massage and suck as Quatre slowly subsided onto the mattress again, completely spent.
Keeping his fingers wrapped tightly around Duo's erection, he trailed the other hand down the braided boy's back in a gentle caress. He slipped his palm under the loosened waistband and cupped one rounded cheek, skin to skin. By the time Duo let Quatre slide out of his mouth, Trowa had worked his pants and boxers down to his knees.
Duo rolled over to look at his new partner, pillowing his head on Quatre's thigh. He grinned and raised an eyebrow. "Another contender for the bed, ne?"
"Contender? No," Trowa stated calmly, pulling Duo's pants down to his ankles. "'Contender' implies there is some question as to the outcome, and here there is none."
"Oh, is that right?" Duo's normally smooth voice was strained, due no doubt to the subtle shifting of Trowa's fingers. Just like playing the flute...
"Yes, it is." Duo's boots went sailing across the room one at a time, followed by his socks, pants and underwear. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll be too exhausted to press your claim."
Trowa sat back on his heels to survey his captive. He himself was thoroughly aroused, but Duo seemed even worse off. He was rock-hard and dripping, his organ almost purple at the tip.
Trowa thoughtfully shifted his grip and rubbed his thumb over the sensitive end, causing Duo's eyes to roll back in his head with pleasure. The taller boy smiled slightly. Really, this would be too easy.
He abruptly released his grip, then scooped the other boy up and tossed him to land beside Quatre's apparently-unconscious body. Before Duo could do more than bounce, Trowa had captured his erection in his mouth and was sucking hard.
Duo cried out and came immediately, hips lifting, hands flying down to press Trowa's head closer still.
A satisfying interval later, Trowa slid up to lie beside and half on top of Duo. He bent down and kissed the braided boy deeply and leisurely. Duo wrapped his arms around his waist and shoulders and responded in kind, albeit somewhat muzzily.
"You'll have to try harder than that if you want to stake a claim to the bed," Trowa murmured.
Duo chuckled weakly. "Stake a claim? I was trying to drown you."
[1] The other eye was hidden behind the unibang and could only imagine what was going on...
(:./wingnut/itsmybed2)
