05-Jan-2001
Title: Four to Tango Part 2
Sequel to: Chance Meeting: Dancing Queen.
Author: Jade
Pairings: let me count the ways...1x2, 3x4, 3x2, 1x4, 13x5, etc.
Rating: very NC-17
Warning: yaoi, lemon, gratuitous PWP, foursome
Disclaimers: don't own, don't sue, don't ask, don't tell
Quatre and Trowa had outdone themselves. The safehouse had a small dining room, and it was decked out. The low table was covered in candles and dishes, and surrounded by thick pillows in place of chairs. The smell of delicious food wafted up to Heero and Duo's bedroom.
Heero looked at Duo. "It's almost seven. Are you ready?"
Duo smirked at Heero. "As ready as I'm gonna be, koi."
"Shall we, then?" Heero offered Duo his arm and they went downstairs.
Quatre and Trowa looked up as they heard someone coming down the stairs. "I think our guests have arrived," the blond boy giggled. "Are you ready, Trowa?"
The tall boy nodded, then his eyes widened. Heero and Duo walked in. Quatre turned around, and the four boys regarded each other.
Quatre was dressed in loose-fitting blue silks: drawstring pants and a shirt open halfway down his chest. He looked like he would have been equally at home in a sultan's tent. The blue color brought out his eyes and made his blond hair even more radiant. It was also obvious as he regarded his fellow pilots that he wore nothing underneath.
Trowa was dressed differently, but no less stunningly. His black leather pants were so tight that they looked painted on, and he wore a green tank top that showed off his impressive muscles. His reaction to his fellow pilots was also very obvious.
Duo and Heero had also dressed up for the occasion, as suggested by the invitation.
Heero was wearing spandex, but not his usual shorts. He was wearing an extremely short black skirt that barely reached his upper thighs, and a black mesh tshirt that showed off his chiseled chest. His kohl-rimmed eyes roamed over Quatre and Trowa and he licked his lips, which were glossed.
Duo looked he was covered in glitter; every part of him shimmered, from his long loose hair, to his sparkly tank top, that barely covered his chest, to the metal studded microscopic shorts that showed off his long legs and firm ass. He was also wearing some makeup, just enough to enhance his violet eyes and ruby lips.
The boys regarded each other for a moment, then Quatre, ever the gracious host, even when hard as a rock, found his voice.
"Welcome. We're glad you could, um, join us," the blond boy said coquettishly, trying not to giggle. This was going to be so much fun...
"Please, come in and make yourselves comfortable," Trowa said, indicating the cushions.
Heero led Duo over to the cushions, and they both sat. It was a bit awkward at first, because they all knew why they were really there, but they weren't talking about it. They focused on the food, which was all excellent, and from many different parts of the world. The wine was excellent, too, and flowed freely. Soon, they were relaxed, and Duo had launched into one of his many stories.
Duo had jumped up and was illustrating some point or other. The other boys listened, amused, and admiringly watched the way Duo's hair swung over his cute ass. Heero and Quatre's eyes met over the candles, and the blond boy smiled shyly. Both of them turned to watch Trowa, who seemed completely captivated by the longhaired boy, watching him with desire in his eyes.
Quatre and Trowa had discussed their many fantasies before, and both had confessed occasional longings for their fellow pilots. Quatre fancied Heero in particular, being a sucker for the strong silent type. Trowa had shyly admitted being attracted to the sensuous violet eyed boy. Doing something about those desires became more possible when the two boys, so obviously in love, had found each other. Quatre and Trowa had just hoped that the other boys wanted to play.
Quatre surreptitiously put on some soft music, and crawled over to Duo on his hands and knees across the soft cushions. He kneeled in front of Duo, and said, "Duo? Would you mind if I danced with Heero? Trowa would like to dance with you."
Duo looked over at the green-eyed boy, who smiled slightly and nodded. Then he looked at Heero, who smiled too. Duo realized it was up to him, he could back out of this right now with no hard feelings. Well, a few, because he was seriously aroused by all the anticipation. And, looking at Trowa and Quatre, he realized he didn't want to back out.
Duo smiled and crawled over to Trowa, as seductively as possible. The tall boy was leaning back against the cushions with his arms crossed against his muscular chest, watching Duo intently. Duo looked him up and down; the tight black leather pants bulged with his desire.
Quatre kneeled in front of Heero, and they both watched Duo wiggle over to Trowa.
Duo stopped in front of the green-eyed boy, and smiled. "So, Trowa, you want to dance with me?"
Trowa nodded.
"What are we waiting for then?" grinned Duo. Trowa stood smoothly and offered a hand to Duo, who took it and stood up.
Heero did the same for Quatre, and the boys led their new partners toward a clear section of floor.
Trowa held out his arms, and Duo wrapped his arms around Trowa's neck. Trowa put his arms around Duo, and the longhaired boy pressed himself against the other boy. Duo could feel Trowa's arousal against his stomach, and he pressed his own hardness against Trowa's thigh, eliciting a small moan from the usually quiet boy.
Heero held out his arms, and Quatre snuggled up to him. Heero pulled him close, and their erections met, rubbing together.
Heero slid his hands along the blond boy's back, marveling at the feel of the silk against the creamy skin below. The two boys swayed to the sultry beat, and Quatre nuzzled against him, body rubbing him in all the right places. He looked over to see Duo pressed up against Trowa; their eyes locked, and they smiled at each other. Heero got even more aroused; the sight of his skimpily clad lover enticing another boy was an incredible turn on. It was made even more arousing by the fact that he was holding the seemingly sweet blond angel in his arms, who seemed determined to make him do something less than angelic very soon.
Quatre breathed in the scent of the powerful Wing pilot, burying his face in the other boy's neck. He loved his Trowa, but ever since he had helped Heero prepare for the "drag" mission, he had had fantasies of this, of pressing himself against the other boy's compact body, running his hands through that wild hair. And Heero was even sexier in a skirt, so all Quatre had to do was sink onto his knees and reach under the skirt for the luscious hardness underneath; hardness he could feel pressing insistently against him. He looked over at Trowa.
Trowa held Duo close, and ran his hands lower, loving the feel of the smaller boy's ass in the tight shorts. Duo moaned, and Trowa remembered how many times he and Quatre had been spurred to greater heights by the sound of that voice raised in passion in another room. Now that sensual voice moaned for him, and he couldn't wait to see how vocal he could make Duo. The long hair caressed him, and his erection ached, wanting satisfaction. His one visible eye locked with Quatre's; this was going to be a fun night.
Wufei climbed up to Treize's window easily, anticipating the night ahead. It wasn't easy living with the other four pilots, who seemed to have an ongoing competition about which couple could have sex the most times in any given day. Now it appeared the two couples were going to mix things up, and he really didn't want to be around to see or hear that. Wufei was pretty sure the other pilots didn't even know about his preferences, let alone that he was sleeping with Treize Khushrenada. It was a lonely life, but at least he had these few stolen moments, however illicit, in Treize's arms.
By the time he had scaled the wall and climbed onto the ledge, he was already highly aroused. He could smell the characteristic scent of roses through the open window. Treize was waiting for him.
Wufei jumped lightly to the floor, letting his eyes adjust to the different light. He looked around the lavish apartment, and saw Treize; the older man was sitting on the couch, waiting for him. When the OZ general saw Wufei, he rose smoothly to greet the boy.
Wufei drank in the sensuous man before him, and hardened even more. Treize was clad only in silk drawstring pants, and his arousal stretched the front. Treize was obviously happy to see the exotic boy. Wufei's eyes roamed over the older man's sculpted body, admiring the chiseled muscles and the easy grace. The boy finally let his eyes meet Treize's, which were tinged with amusement. "I missed you, my dragon," the sensual voice intoned.
Wufei could get incredibly turned on just from Treize's voice, let alone the fact that the gorgeous man was standing half-naked and hard in front of him. So he walked up to the other man and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pressing his aching erection against him, and murmured, "Not as much as I missed you."
Treize laughed softly as he pulled the boy close, freeing his hair from its binding. "Let me show you how much I missed you."
"Thought you'd never ask," Wufei whispered back, running his hands over Treize's bare back.
Treize bent down and captured the dark-haired boy's mouth in a kiss filled with promise. Wufei shivered as he felt the older man's hands on him, running all over him possessively. He loved nothing more than to abandon himself to Treize's hot caresses and get swept away in a tide of passion.
Treize quickly divested Wufei of his shirt, leaving the boy clad only in loose pants like he was. They kissed again, hands roaming and bodies heating up. Then Treize broke the kiss, panting slightly, and looked down at his dragon. Wufei looked incredible, cheeks flushed and dark eyes half-lidded with desire. He put a finger under the boy's chin, drawing his face up, admiring the sculpted features.
Wufei looked expectantly at Treize; he could tell the older man was up to something.
"My dragon, I have a special treat for you tonight. I hope you like it," Treize began.
"If you chose it for me, I'm sure I will," Wufei answered, mesmerized by the sexy man.
Treize led him over to a table, which held a chilled bottle of very expensive champagne. He poured both of them a glass, handed one to Wufei, and raised his glass in a toast. "To us, and to tonight," Treize said, and their glasses met with the twinkle of real crystal. They finished the glass, and Treize poured Wufei another. Wufei felt slightly tipsy; he wasn't used to drinking.
Then Treize led the boy toward the huge bathroom. Wufei could tell from the scent that Treize's usual rose scented bath awaited them. Treize always liked to start their sensual evenings together with a soak in the marble tub, and tonight seemed to be no exception.
But as the older man led Wufei into the bathroom, he could immediately see there was one major difference; in addition to the rose scented bubbles that normally graced the tub, the bath contained something else. That something was tall, platinum blond and gorgeous. Zechs Marquise.
End Part 2
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