07-Jan-2001
Disclaimer: I don't own GW. I am poor. Go bug someone with money. This story is for entertainment only. It has lemon yaoi and some silliness. Repeat YAOI LEMON. If you can't deal, don't read. And sure as hell don't blame me or this list for your problems of lack of responsibility.
Duo bounced into Heero's room with a wide grin on his heart-shaped face.
"Heero," he called, throwing his arms around his seated lover. "Guess what happened?"
Cobalt eyes took in the manic smile. Inwardly, the Japanese man winced. Duo in this sort of mood usually led to trouble.
"What?"
"Phoenix' site got 50,000 hits!" The American crowed.
"And?" An exasperated man breathed. What did this have to do with them?
"So?" Duo was shocked. It was possible his lover had no clue about the prize. "Heero. Phoenix promised a fic for the person who hit that number. Any pairing!"
Blue eyes went cold. Any pairing? That could mean Duo would be sent to be with someone else.
'I may have to kill Phoenix,' the soldier mused silently.
Seeing where the Asian's mind was going, Duo cut him off. "It's you, me and Quatre."
"Quatre?" Oh now that could be interesting.
Even as the wild haired pilot began to imagine the possibilities, the two suddenly found themselves in a new room. Candles seemed to be suspended in mid-air, as the only visible furniture was a huge, four-poster bed. Black sheets created a striking contrast to the skin of the bed's only occupant.
Quatre lay against the headboard, light blue eyes burning with fury. His arms were bound to the left and right posters with silken cords and a ball gag prevented him from expression his disapproval of the situation. Duo couldn't help but rake his eyes hungrily over the small man's pale skin and blond hair, it seemed to glow upon the dark sheets. Seeing the violet gaze devouring him, Quatre glared and tried to talk around the gag.
"Now Quatre," Duo admonished. "We all agreed to help Phoenix and this is what she needs. Besides," he soothed, "imagine the how much fun you'll get in a fic to make up for this."
Slightly mollified, Quatre leaned back and waited for his lovers to start. The longhaired man looked to his lover and received a nod; it was all he needed. Undoing the end of his braid, the sultry American slowly undid it. The strands fell around him in a wave of chestnut satin. Then moving to music only he could hear, the Deathscythe pilot began to strip.
Long fingered hands inched his black t-shirt over hard muscles, revealing the smooth expanse and causing Quatre to moan softly. The lithe man was beautiful to behold; hips swaying seductively, hair brushing against nipples, bringing them erect, and when Duo ran his hands playfully over them, all the Arab could think of was throwing the loudmouth on the floor and taking him.
Knowing his effect on Heero and since it was obvious how Quatre was reacting, Duo went on the next part of his seduction. Toeing off his shoes and socks, the rhythm increased a little. One hand slipped past the waist of his black jeans as the other leisurely unbuttoned them and pulled the zipper down. A quick shimmy of his hips and the pants pooled at his ankles.
The slender man caressed his own hardness. Fingers brushing over the tip even as he thrust into his hands. Violet eyes clouded over with pleasure and Duo's breaths became labored as tension built to almost unbearable levels. Yet, the strange dance Shinigami started never faltered. Now Quatre truly fought the restraints; every fiber of his being ached to posses the dancing, naked figure before him.
Just before becoming lost, Duo stopped and his eyes bore into the blue ones of his bound friend. Intense desire radiated from aqua pools and the blond's member throbbed with need. With feline grace, Duo climbed on the bed toward the writhing figure. Smiling, the American reached onto the pillow next to Quatre. What his new lover hadn't noticed was a pair of rings. With an evil light in his eyes, the mischievous young man slipped one into his mouth.
Removing the smaller man's gag, Duo began to kiss and nibble his way down the gasping youth's body. Carefully, he avoided touching his lover's sensitive nipples; Quatre growled in protest, but it turned into a whimper as the chestnut headed man began to lick his erection like it was a Popsicle.
"Duo, please," the Arab's soft voice begged. Blue eyes bulged as warmth suddenly surrounded his heated flesh and two slender fingers reached up to twist one of his nipples as the other hand disappeared between Duo's legs. Mindlessly, Quatre thrust into the American's mouth seeking release, but just as he felt himself reach the edge of his control, something slid along his length, guided by the violet-eyed man's talented mouth. Then the tongue went back to caressing his flesh.
For a moment the young strategist couldn't figure out what had been done to him, yet as the pleasure built higher and higher without him reaching climax, the answer came to him. Duo had put a cock ring on him!
"You bastard," Quatre moaned trying to hang onto his anger while that incredible mouth drove him wild.
Duo pulled away from the blond and straightened. His own erection throbbed between his legs also adorned with a ring.
"No one comes until Heero says we can," the American panted.
Hazy azure eyes turned to find the Perfect Solider. He was leaning against the bed, clothes gone, and a hand wrapped around his length. A cold smile graced his lips.
"I have wonderful endurance." He said calmly and handed his slender lover a long tub.
"Allah." Quatre whimpered.
"He loves it when I beg." Duo told him. He settled himself besides the aroused desert dweller, turning to face Heero. Once more he engulfed Quatre even as he coated his middle finger with the substance from the tube. Locking eyes with his Japanese partner, Duo drove his finger into tight passage of the tied fighter.
Quatre arched into Duo's mouth trying to escape the sudden pain. The intruder moved around slowly until finally brushing against something that caused the psychic to see stars. Knowing he'd found the Arab's sweet spot, Duo made sure to pull his finger almost all the way out and then work in again, hitting that area carefully, prolonging the contact.
Heero watch the two beauties on the bed. He wanted to join them now, but loved making Duo beg and the thought he could get Quatre, who never took the part of Uke, to beg them restrained him. Iron will keep him from just leaping on them and taking both. No. Duo would take Quatre as he took Duo. But not until the man could stand no more. Not until he pleaded to be taken. Which wouldn't be long if appearance meant anything. The glorious blond was covered with sweat, thrusting mindlessly into the American's mouth, and desperately trying to free himself. Walking to the head of the bed, Heero ran a hand through damp golden locks.
"Do you need something?" The request was spoken as if Heero was enquiring about the weather.
Fevered eyes looked up from a delirious face.
"Please, Heero."
"Please what?"
"Take me."
"Take you where?"
Duo almost laughed. Almost. Still the slight snicker was heard by his commanding lover who turned amused cobalt orbs on him.
"Think that's funny?" Duo tired to look repentant. Upsetting Heero usually meant he would be begging more than usual. "If you think that is funny, you'll love this. Finger fuck yourself."
There was no hesitation as a hand grabbed the tube, prepped three fingers and all at once thrust them into Duo's heat. Quatre moaned once more. The sight of Duo devouring his manhood as his now two fingers delved inside and then seeing the American penetrate himself without argument, caused the poor Arab to feel fire had replaced his blood. Such willing surrender sent the blond beyond reason.
"Allah, Heero. Please."
"We went over this. Please what?"
"Fuck me!" The little blond finally shrieked as three fingers hit that spot within him.
Heero's hand shot out with amazing speed and pulled Duo's head away from Quatre. The tied man gasped at the loss, but couldn't control the rest of his body. The two free men watched as their small lover drove himself on Duo's fingers. A groan attempted to escape the Japanese's lips while he watched his passionate lovers move on the digits penetrating them.
At last even his great discipline came to an end. Roughly pulling Duo, he forced his slender lover between Quatre's wide spread legs.
"Do it without removing your fingers from yourself." He ordered.
Groaning, Duo used his free hand to balance himself as he carefully pushed into Quatre. The blond wasn't interested in anything more than getting impaled on that engorged flesh and pushed upward, taking Duo in faster than the violet-eyed man was ready for. The fingers in himself lost their rhythm for a moment; the sensation of so quickly being surrounded by tight heat broke his concentration.
Heero's strong hands stilled the movements of his lovers' hips, giving Duo time to re-find his inner pace. Every time Duo hit that spot inside, he made small thrusts, just enough to make his buried length brush against Quatre's. In no time the two men were panting. Their voices raised in unison, pleading with Heero to take them.
Tapping Duo's arm, the Wing pilot signaled he was ready. Duo shifted and offered himself to his strong partner. A gentle look entered dark blue eyes; with a sole powerful push, Heero fully penetrated his fey lover, forcing him deep into the pinned blond. Cries of painful pleasure rocked the room. Settling back on his heels, the wild haired pilot waited.
Duo knew his lover well; the young man wanted the longhaired man to do the work now and if he was pleased, Duo would be allowed to come. If not....the thought brought a shudder to the lithe beauty. Heero had once tied him up and left a vibrator in him for three hours. His Asian love was demanding, but also giving. There was no one in all the world who could touch Duo like Heero did. No one who could make him feel so complete.
Placing his hands beside Quatre's chest to provide balance, Duo pistoned. Thrusting into the panting Arab, then driving himself backwards onto Heero's invading flesh. Again and again he dived into one lover and received another. Searing heat encompassed him and pierced him. The twin sensations causing him to move faster and faster as he sought denied release. Softly he managed to sob "I need Heero. I need."
Quatre started begging as well. His sweet voice repeatedly asked for the ring to be removed; the words "Heero" and "Oh Allah please" became a litany. Sun colored tresses clung to his face as his head thrashed. Too much sensation washed over him. Duo filled him perfectly; stroking that place with each thrust. Yet, Heero controlled Duo and it was he who would decide if the final pleasure might be granted. The entire world consisted of two bodies laboring over him.
It was Duo's quiet pleas between movements that at last made Heero relent. Although he loved sending the braided baka over the edge, there was only so much the young man could take. Gripping his slender lover's hips and pulling back, caused Duo to sit in his lap and buried his flesh deeply in the man while emptying the Arab. The action drew a scream of ecstasy from the chestnut haired youth and a desperate moan of desolation from Quatre.
Chuckling, Heero said, "Take them off Duo."
It was all the permission the panting youth needed. Quick hands removed the rings and dropped them on the floor.
"Get ready," Duo's lust filled voice warned.
Carefully positioning Duo over Quatre, Heero thrust with his entire weight. The pair cried their approval of being joined once more. Not letting go of his first love, the solider took hold of the other's erection. The three men labored to give each the most enjoyment of their bodies.
Duo hooked his hands in Quatre's hair and consumed the Arab's mouth. Behind him, Heero directed his thrusts, letting the pinned men know who was in charge. Flesh moved over and in flesh. Flame flowed through veins instead of blood. Sheer need and desire claimed all three until none of them could hold out any longer.
A quick caress along the blond's length finally sent Quatre into a sea of rapture. Clenching muscles dragged Duo after him. Heero managed to hold on for a few more seconds before the sounds, sights, and feelings he experienced drew him into the same sea.
Time had no meaning as they lay gasping for breath. Tired, wet, wholly sated.
"Wow," Quatre said eventually. "Are you two always like that?"
"Q-man," Duo laughed tiredly, "you have no idea."
Then each drifted to sleep. In the morning they awoke in their own beds, clean, and rested. Quatre with a few ideas to try on Trowa. Duo feeling more relaxed than ever. Heero had one worry, however.
"Remind me to kill Phoenix before she hits 60,000." He grumped. "I'm not letting you get paired up with anyone else."
Far away, a fanfic writer suddenly looked up and EEPed loudly.
The End
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