13-Aug-2000
Category: Angst
Rating: NC-17 (or R, you be the judge)
Pairings: 4x3x5
Warnings: There be Lemon in here of the Yaoi kind. If you can't deal with it don't read it.
Feedback: C&C
Notes: Oh no! Not another sequel! Yes, it's a sequel to the longish fic I wrote called Memory's Ghost. That fic can be read at either my website or GW Addiction.
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'--denotes thoughts--'
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belongs to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non profit entertainment purposes.
Wufei saw the invitation in the mail. Quatre was having another one of his reunion weekends. The young man wondered if it would be possible to get out of it again. He had missed the last two or three gatherings by making sure Sally found him some Preventer assignments that would take him as far away from the others as possible. Not that he wanted to be separated from the other pilots. He liked them just fine. Unfortunately, he loved one that he couldn't have. Well, maybe not couldn't have. He wouldn't allow himself to have.
He still remained friends with Trowa. It was in some ways it surprisingly easy and in other ways it was disgustingly difficult. With Quatre's blessing many months ago, the two had a brief affair that was initially sparked from an unfathomable attraction years earlier during the war. The blonde Arab wanted them to figure out what they meant to each other. Trowa remained irritatingly undecided in the matter. 'He can't have us both!' Wufei's thought ran. So he graciously stepped aside after a passionate weekend and left Trowa to Quatre.
He and Trowa talked via e-mail and videophone all the time, but seldom were they ever in each other's physical presence. That was Wufei's doing. He was never sure he could maintain the cool, detached manner others expected from him when it came to Trowa. The videophone on Wufei's desk chimed. He answered it. Of course, it would be Trowa.
"Tell me you are not going to duck out of this reunion, Wufei," the tall, quiet man with exquisite green eyes remarked.
"Not even a hello, Trowa?" Wufei smiled.
"Hello," Trowa said automatically, "Tell me you are not weaseling out this time."
"Trowa, these things are silly. They are a waste of--"
"How would you know? You haven't been to one," Trowa cut him off, glaring with his visible eye.
'Damn, why do I get lost in his eyes?' Wufei mentally sighed. "You know I'm not one for this sort of thing."
"Look, if Heero Yuy can turn up for these things, so can you!" Trowa tried to maintain his angry indignation, but he knew it was an act. He just wanted to see Wufei.
"Yeah, well Yuy goes only because Duo forces him to."
"Well consider me forcing you then. Please come," Trowa said slightly hating the almost pleading tone in his voice. "Or are you afraid you that you might end up alone with me at some point?" he challenged.
Wufei was always up for a challenge. 'I would love nothing better.' "Kisama, why should I be afraid to be alone with you? I will be there! Happy? Okay, I must go now." 'To take a cold shower.'
"Alright then," Trowa smiled. "See you soon."
"Goodbye."
Quatre was quietly observing the conversation between his koibito and Wufei. Trowa always seemed like a different person when around the Chinese boy. He always seemed happier, freer perhaps. For all the talk that the two had resolved their "thing", Quatre knew better. Why else would Wufei not show for the reunions in the past? He had sincerely hoped they would have gotten each other out of their systems by now, but it's obvious that's not the case. But he never broached the subject with Trowa. Trowa would get a funny look on his face the few times Quatre tried to bring the matter up. He was never sure what that look was. Maybe it was guilt.
Quatre mentally counted to five before entering the room. "Trowa, I didn't know you were in here. What are you doing?" he said before he winced.
Trowa was still lost in thought with his conversation with Wufei. Upon hearing Quatre's voice, he jumped and looked at the blonde man. "Hn? Oh, just making sure Wufei will show up this time around."
"Will he?"
"He will, I think," he said. 'I hope,' he thought.
"Good, so it will truly be a reunion," Quatre said with a smile that didn't quite reach his aqua eyes.
"Wu-kun! I can't believe it," exclaimed the loud American with the long braid. "You actually decided to make an appearance!" The animated, happy boy attempted to gather the bewildered Wufei in a tight embrace.
"Get off of me, Maxwell!" Wufe huffed. "You act like you haven't seen me in ages."
"I haven't!" whined Duo.
"We had lunch three weeks ago, Duo," sighed Wufei.
"Oh yeah," said the amethyst eyed boy sheepishly. "I forgot."
"It's so good to be unforgettable to one's friends," Wufei said rolling his eyes. "Ohayo, Heero."
"Wufei."
Then Wufei heard them coming. He found himself holding his breath, praying to gods he stopped believing in long ago that he wouldn't do anything stupid around Trowa and Quatre. He wouldn't be able to handle the humiliation.
Quatre walked in the room first greeting everyone happily with Trowa following closely behind.
"Wufei, you finally decided to come to one of these get togethers, I'm glad," Quatre smiled.
"Thank you for inviting me Quatre. I probably should be working, but Sally insisted I take the time off. Hello Trowa," Wufei said tensely, although he tried to disguise it as his usual Wufei gruff tone.
"Wufei," Trowa said.
Duo found this scene somewhat interesting. Wufei was trying to act like his usual self, but there was something going on. The curiosity of the situation was killing him and although he knew Heero would be pissed at his interfering, he couldn't help himself.
"Wu-chan, could you help me out for a second?" Duo said, "I got this thing that needs a thing and I figure you could help."
"A thing that needs a thing? What the hell are you talking about Maxwell?" Wufei asked looking confused.
"Come on! You know the thing and the thing..." He said again like that gibberish made the whole situation seem reasonable.
"Okay," Wufei said reluctantly, following the long-haired young man out of the room.
"What was that about?" Quatre puzzled.
"With Duo, it could be almost anything. Trust me," Heero said.
Once the Chinese man and the braided American boy walked down the hall for a good distance, Dou turned to his companion and asked, "What the hell was that about back there?"
"Nani?"
"Come on, Wu! The tension in that room was so sharp you could cut yourself on it. What's going on?"
"It's none of your concern, Duo," chided Wufei.
"No? I have friends looking like they are ready to kill one another and it's NOT my concern?" Duo asked. "Come on, Wu-man, spill it."
"Maybe later," Wufei said as he made a hasty retreat out of the door and headed for the gardens.
Duo watched him walk away, stunned that Wufei wouldn't tell him what was wrong. Trowa headed over to Duo.
"Where's Wufei?" he asked.
"He went that away," Duo said pointing in the direction of the gardens. "Trowa, what's going on?"
Trowa sighed. "I should talk to Wufei ..."
"No, let me," came the reply from Quatre who followed Trowa. "I'm really the one he's having a problem with. So I should resolve it."
Trowa looked back at his lover. "Are you sure? I can talk to him."
"No really, it will be fine," the blonde boy smiled as he headed for the gardens.
Duo still remained in the dark. He attempted to get information out of Trowa, but to no avail. Flustered, he sought out Heero in hopes maybe he could find out what was going on. Heero just told him to mind his own business.
Wufei was embarrassed by the attention. 'Damn, I thought I had better control than that! Now something only three people knew about has them all wondering what's going on!' He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear Quatre approach.
"Wufei, I apologize," the smaller pilot said, "I sent Trowa to you to work out your differences, but you and I should have done the same."
"Wasn't that what that talk was about when you were in the hospital?" Wufei asked.
"Ah yes, but that was before. Come, let's sit and talk now," Quatre smiled briefly before motioning Wufei to sit on the bench next to him."
"Okay," Wufei sighed, dreading this conversation.
"It must be hard for you to see Trowa," Quatre stated.
"I don't know what you are talking about. I see him all the time," huffed Wufei.
"Yes, but not with me. Do you hate me, Wufei?" Quatre asked, needing to know.
The question threw Wufei somewhat. "Hate you? Of course not. I have great respect and admiration for you. Do you hate me?"
Quatre pondered for a second before answering, "No. Well, sometimes I do. I hate seeing the changes in Trowa after he's been in contact with you."
"Changes?" Wufei asked, "What kind of changes?"
"He always seems ... I don't know ... lighter," Quatre said. "I want to make him feel that way and apparently I can't. I can always tell when he's talked to you. He seems happier."
"I'm not trying to do anything..."
"I realize that. But you still love him, don't you?" Quatre asked.
"Yes," Wufei confessed. 'No point in lying now.'
"Then we should sit together all three of us and see what can be worked out," reasoned Quatre.
"What about the others?"
"What about them?" Quatre asked puzzled.
"Before they didn't know. I never told anyone and now because of my stupid weakness, Duo is giving me the third degree," Wufei said embarrassed.
"You don't have to tell them anything if you don't want to."
"Yes, but what will you tell them?"
"I won't know until I'm asked. Sorry, Wufei," Quatre said. "After dinner tonight, we will discuss this together, okay?"
"I don't know that it will help any Quatre, but if you insist–" Wufei remarked.
"I do insist," Quatre smiled. "Now the tough part, distracting Duo."
Wufei laughed. "Got any hamburgers laying around? That should do the trick!"
The two young men returned to the house, laughing. Duo wondered what had transpired, but quickly forgot when french fries were offered to him from Quatre's cook. The rest of the day went without a hitch.
Wufei had retired to his room after dinner. He was trying to figure out what he could say or do to make the awkward situation of his attraction to Trowa less painful to himself and less embarrassing to Quatre and Trowa. The knock on the door shook him out of his thoughts.
"Enter."
Trowa and Quatre walked in. Wufei could feel himself tense up. He had hoped the conversation would be anywhere but his room.
"Ah, the moment of truth time, is it?" Wufei said with the hint of a smirk. Trowa offered a nervous smile in response.
"I don't think it can be put off anymore," Quatre said.
"No, of course not," Wufei said serious again. "Have a seat."
The room had a desk with a chair and there was also a spacious window box area to which to sit. But two young men chose to sit at the foot of Wufei's bed.
"Look, I don't know what can be said or done. I just ..." Wufei stuttered out.
Trowa was staring intently at Wufei. "I'm sorry I'm causing you so much pain, Wufei. It wasn't my intention."
Wufei looked up into Trowa's face. "I know that. I'm just sorry I'm being so weak, my friend." He found himself holding his breath when Trowa took his hand. The tall boy's touch felt like fire on his skin. He debated whether to pull his hand away. Logic dictated that was the reasonable solution, but he found he couldn't. He hadn't noticed Quatre moving closer to him.
"Love is never a weakness, Wufei," Quatre said as he kissed the Chinese boy's cheek.
"What are you doing, Quatre?" Wufei asked confused. Instead of answering, Quatre pulled the boy closer for a kiss.
It was a languid, tentative kiss. Wufei found comfort and confusion in the kiss. "I don't understand."
"Well, we decided that for one night, we would see what could be," Quatre said with a sigh, as he pulled Trowa to him for a quick kiss.
Wufei was stunned for a moment. "I thought I said ..."
Trowa cut in. "I know, but once Quatre gets something in his head, it's best to go with the flow." Then he leaned in and kissed Wufei.
Wufei felt himself surrendering to the kiss. He couldn't allow himself to do so. He pulled away. "You two are crazy, you do know that, right?"
Quatre was pulling up Wufei's tank top. "Yes, quite crazy. There are a few things I need to get from our room. I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere." The little blonde said after slowly stroking the smooth chest of the Asian boy. He gave Wufei another quick kiss before rising from the bed and leaving.
Wufei stared at Trowa. "You know he's doing this for you."
Trowa, taking off his shirt said, "I know."
"Doesn't it bother you that he's offering himself as a sacrificial lamb to ensure you stay with him?" Wufei pondered.
Trowa laid down next to Wufei and began playing with Wufei's nipples. Wufei tried to ignore the sensations in order to have a coherent conversation with Trowa.
"It does bother me. I don't want to hurt him. I don't want to hurt you."
"Trowa, this hurts. You can't win in this. The fact that I want you to fuck me senseless, while your real lover what? Watches? Participates? Hurts me. I'm sure it hurts him as well. Let's end this charade now, please."
Trowa stopped his ministrations on Wufei's body. He stared at Wufei for the longest time and nodded. "I'm sorry, Wu. Forgive me."
Wufei kissed Trowa chastely. "You are forgiven."
Quatre returned with a small bag and noticed the atmosphere of the room had changed. "What's going on?"
Trowa sat up. "Quatre, we don't want to do this."
Quatre glared. "Don't I get a say in the matter?" The blonde walked over to the bed and sat next to Wufei.
"Nothing good can come from this," offered Wufei.
Quatre leaned in to kiss Wufei. While he kissed him, he fished out a pair of handcuffs in his bag. In a swift motion, he had Wufei's hands cuffed before pulling them up on a small hook on the headboard of the bed. "Since when is pleasure, 'nothing good', Wufei?"
Wufei was shocked. He stared at Trowa for help.
"Quatre, if Wufei doesn't--" Was as far as Trowa got before Quatre gave him a passion-filled kiss that made all rational thought leave Trowa's head.
Quatre then proceeded to kiss Wufei again, his tongue tracing the squirming boy's lips. Wufei was mad at himself for coming to this reunion and even madder that the young Arabian was starting to turn him on. He could feel Trowa's hand lovingly caressing his nipples. Quatre's tongue demanded entrance into Wufei's mouth. He fought it for a second before resigning himself to his fate. Their tongues lashed against each other in a duel for dominance, a duel that Quatre was winning. Wufei let out a moan. It was too much sensory overload.
Trowa had taken off all of his clothes and was kissing a path down Wufei's neck, pausing to pay great attention to the spot on his neck he remembered got the most response. He kissed and lightly bit down on the juncture between neck and shoulder, to hear Wufei gasp and moan with abandon. Quatre had gotten up to take off his clothes and the rest of Wufei's without disturbing Trowa. Quatre marveled at the two boys interaction with each other. In their relationship, Trowa was never this aggressive. He found it rather exciting. He couldn't stop touching himself.
Trowa was licking the angry head of Wufei's penis. Wufei was whimpering trying hard not to cry out. Trowa looked up briefly at the boy before engulfing the entire length in one smooth motion.
"Gods!" Wufei screamed surrendering to the urge to push deeper into the warm, wet recesses of Trowa's mouth. Trowa held down Wufei's hips, but the sounds from the boy was making his own erection painfully hard. That's when he felt Quatre's hand stroking him. Trowa let out a moan that vibrated around Wufei's cock which elicited a louder cry from the Chinese boy.
While Trowa was busy with Wufei, he could feel Quatre gently kissing his neck and back, all the while not missing a stroke on his aching cock. He stopped his ministrations on Wufei and asked in a husky voice, "Wu, do you want more?"
"Gods yes! Trowa! Onegai!" Wufei moaned his body thrashing about in frustration.
Trowa smiled at the boy. He reached his hand back to Quatre like a surgeon asking for an instrument. He felt Quatre squeeze lubricant on his fingers. Trowa seductively crawled up Wufei's body with his knee keeping Wufei's legs spread apart. He leaned in to kiss Wufei and at the same time slipped a finger inside the boy's entrance.
Wufei moaned into Trowa's mouth and found his hips bucking up a little. Trowa kissed his neck while slipping in the second finger. Now Wufei's moans weren't muffed. He found it hard to concentrate or to figure out what was giving him more pleasure those fingers or Trowa's mouth. A third finger made its way into Wufei's entrance and brushed against his prostate. He could take no more. "Dammit, Trowa! Please! Now!"
Trowa chuckled, but understood Wufei's dilemma. All the while he was preparing Wufei, Quatre's fingers had been preparing him. When he felt Quatre's hands leave him, he positioned himself over Wufei, pulling the boy's legs high around his waist, then plunged forward.
Wufei's cry echoed in the room. Trowa stopped and waited. With Wufei he knew the wait wouldn't be long, but it was still difficult not to just slam into the boy. He was so tight and felt so good, however, he was now distracted by Quatre entering him. Quatre plunged in a slow, deliberate motion and waited. While Trowa was relishing the sensations of filling and being filled, Wufei began to move restlessly beneath him. He briefly nodded his head and pulled almost out of Wufei before plunging back in.
It took a few awkward tries to adjust to a rhythm that was satisfactory to all. When Trowa pulled back he was being filled by Quatre who was accurately hitting his sweet spot. This in turn would force him to plunge into Wufei deeper. Wufei with his hands still bound wanted nothing more than to grab Trowa and force him to quicken the rhythm, but he was helpless. All he could do is moan and grasp Trowa's hips with his legs to pull him in deeper. Quatre attempted to reach around to grasp Wufei's erection but he couldn't quite reach. So Trowa took it and began stroking it to the rhythm they were setting. It wasn't long before Wufei cried out Trowa's name in release, his semen coating Trowa's hand. Trowa quickly followed as Wufei's muscles clamped down almost painfully on his erection. Soon he was coating the insides of the sweet boy beneath him. Quatre surrendered with a shudder as he cried out Trowa's name and collapsed on top of Trowa who in turned collapsed on Wufei.
Reluctantly, Trowa and Quatre untangled themselves and Quatre found the key to unlock Wufei's handcuffs. Both Trowa and Quatre began to lick Wufei's seed off of Trowa's hand. Wufei still panting tried to get his hands to stop tingling from the lack of blood. Trowa took one hand while Quatre took the other and began rubbing them to bring back circulation. No words were uttered. Trowa kissed Quatre across Wufei's body, before he moved back to kiss Wufei and sleep soon claimed them all.
When the first light hit the window, Wufei got out of bed. He quickly looked at the two men still asleep before heading to the shower. He quietly dressed and waited for the rest downstairs. Sitting in the window box by a bay window in the living room, Wufei began to meditate. He didn't hear Duo until the boy was sitting across from him at the window.
"Morning, Wu-Man, how are you doing?" Duo said with an impish grin. "Feeling a bit sore?"
"Maxwell," Wufei threatened.
"Wu, we could hear you all over the house! Man, why weren't Heero and I invited? Sounded like one hell of a party!" Duo continued to joke before noticing that Wufei looked too serious. "I'm sorry if I'm embarrassing you."
Wufei looked at Duo for a moment before speaking. "It's not you. I-- I just have some thinking to do. Would you excuse me?" he said as he got up to leave the room.
Duo felt angry at himself for upsetting his friend. "Sure, Wufei. Later!"
Wufei went into Quatre's study and sought out the videophone.
Sally looked rather bedraggled as she answered the phone. "Ohayo?" she mumbled before realizing she was looking at Wufei in her monitor. "Wufei? What's wrong?"
"I apologize for waking you so early, Sally. I just needed to talk to a friend. Since I don't have very many of those, I felt I should talk to you."
"Don't worry about waking me Wufei. What's the problem?" she asked rubbing her eyes and absently brushing her hair back with her fingers.
"It's a long story. Do you have the time?"
Sally smiled. "I have all the time in the world." After that, Wufei began his tale of friendship and love that started before the battles in space and life on the Peacemillion. Sally listened without prejudice or judgement.
The other people in the house had risen and were milling about. Trowa found himself sitting at the window box area that Wufei sat earlier. He was staring out of the window. Quatre found him there and approached the boy.
"Trowa? What's wrong?"
"I-- we lost him," was all Trowa said.
"I don't understand. Are you talking about Wufei? We haven't lost him," Quatre smiled.
"Yes, I'm afraid we have." Trowa said quietly, still staring out of the window.
A few hours later, Sally arrived. Before Quatre had the door opened to ask why she was there, Wufei was walking towards the door with his bags in hand.
"Wufei? What's going on?" Quatre asked. "Sally, why are you here?"
Sally flushed a little and said, "I need Wufei for a Preventer case that just came up. I know I told him he needed to take time off, but on this case, I'll need his expertise. Are you ready Wufei?"
"Yes, Sally. Let's go." Wufei said avoiding Quatre's intense stare.
"Sally, can you wait for Wufei outside for a moment?" Quatre asked, noting her reactions. She quickly looked at Wufei before answering.
"Sure, I guess. Wufei, I'll be in the car," she said hesitantly. The door closing softly behind her.
"Why Wufei?" Quatre asked.
"Because I have to," Wufei gritted out.
"What about last night?" Quatre pressed.
"What about it? I didn't want that," he said calmly.
"You weren't complaining then, if I recall. Are you going to tell me it wasn't pleasurable?" Quatre challenged.
"It was pleasurable, but it wasn't right. At least, not right for me. Tell Trowa I'm sorry for all of this."
"Tell him yourself!" Quatre yelled.
"I don't need to. Goodbye Quatre," Wufei said as he grabbed the doorknob. He stopped briefly to look around. He saw Trowa standing in a far corner. He mouthed the words, "Goodbye, Trowa" then left the house. He didn't see Trowa mouthed back "Goodbye."
OWARI
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