01-Sep-2000
Well, I have been racking my brain and came up with this (and it works with one of my ideas)
Disclaimer: I don't own GW. I'm poor. This story has lemon, you have been warned.
Quatre watched Trowa slowly kiss his way down Duo's chest. The longhaired pilot tried desperately to to reach for his lover, but his position prevented it. Trowa had Duo sitting up and pinned against the headboard. His hands were tied with satin cords to the top of the board. No matter what Trowa did, Duo could not respond to it except in whimpers and moans.
The blond thought the most erotic part of this vision wasn't the sight of the tall man stroking and licking his way over the writhing man's body, or the whispered pleas uttered in the American's sultry, lust-filled voice, or even the fact that Duo's shirt hung open on him beautifully defining his body and clinging in places to the slender body. No, what was most erotic was that he had caused this.
Quatre had the ability to manipulate people's minds and feed off the emotions he caused. For years, he'd tried to get the pilots together when none of his family or retainers were around; they would never have allowed him to do this. Finally, they had all been on L2 at the same time and one little touch brought them under his power. It had be so incredibly easy. Who feared sweet little Quatre?
He had reached into their minds and found out their most secret fantasies; things they would never have admitted to wanting or dreaming. Heero and Wufei wanted each other. Quatre could feel them in the other room. The emotions were raw, powerful, and tinged with pain; each warrior trying to command the other's submission and enjoying the transitory discomfort. Before the night was over he might have to go over and join the pair.
Trowa wanted to be in control just once. The tall man's mind was filled with all the times others had controlled him, used his body. Those memories weren't pleasant, but Trowa wanted to give someone a pleasant memory; he was almost desperate to prove he wasn't like the men who'd hurt him.
And Duo? Duo wanted to be loved. Not used. Not ravished. Loved. Quatre searched the others and found only he and Trowa could possibly give the young man what he craved.
With all the information gathered, Quatre led his fellow pilots to the house he was staying at and began. He drew them into a dreamlike state and unleashed their fantasies into reality. The emotions he unleashed almost overwhelmed him; they had been so pent up for so long their potency and strength had grown exponentially. This was turning out to be the best meal the blond had eaten in his life.
A desperate moan drew the Arab's attention back to the bed. Trowa towered over Duo, his hands gripping the headboard and grinding his hips into Duo's while the bound man lapped at a nipple. It was impossible to tell who had uttered the moan. Chuckling quietly, Quatre removed his shirt and moved to the bed. Time to turn up the heat.
End Part 1
Well, am I on the right track?
Phoenix
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