Here it is. It's "raw." read "unedited" so help me out if you can. I just thought since everyone had been so patient I would send it out now. WARNINGS: this has lemon, yaoi, and sex. If you can't handle those: DON'T READ IT! Simple, ne? This has the first part included so you may want to scroll down to find the new stuff. I'll begin part 4 Tues. It's called Revenge (Cackles madly... oops... sorry.)
The GW guys aren't mine. I'm poor. This story is for entertainment only. Please enjoy.
Quatre had been worried about the whole birthday party thing from the very beginning. Queen Relena had never quite forgiven any of the pilots for siding with Duo and Heero about their relationship. She seemed to expect them to tell Heero to leave Duo. They refused. She hadn't threatened them, but the look on her face...it still sent shivers down the little blond's spine. So Quatre was uncomfortable being near Relena.
Dinner had been even worse than anticipated.
The first thing to go wrong had been the wine. It tasted funny, but Quatre hadn't wanted to insult their host, so he drank it all. As fast as he could without being sick. Afterward, he stuck to water. Conversation was at a minimum. Everyone was awaiting the Queen's latest trick. Then it started.
At first, Quatre couldn't place the sensation running through his body. He felt warmer than he should and couldn't seem to stay still. It was as if he wanted something but couldn't name the desired item. Then the stirring began. His lower regions suddenly rebelled. The young man had never been so embarrassed in his life. Here he was in the middle of a formal dinner and so aroused he could hardly stand it. To make matters worse, images started popping into his mind.
Trowa under him, calling his name in ecstasy as Quatre entered him. The tall man writhing and sweat covered. Not only Trowa starred in those visions.
There were ones of Wufei. His long, silken hair loose about his shoulders. Wufei, his head thrown back, mouth open and begging for more. His body rocking with each solid thrust of Quatre's hips. Or Duo. That silken hair caressing every part of Quatre's body. His talented mouth filled with Quatre's member.
He was dimly aware of Zechs leaving the table. Duo following. Not much else was getting through this strange haze clouding his senses. The visions came faster and faster. Each more detailed than the last. Finally, the vision that sent Quatre running back to his room, literally, filled his mind. In it Duo was on his knees, blindfolded, hair loose. His hands were tired behind his back with silken cords. Frantic moans filled the air as Wufei, Trowa and he worked that beautiful body. Duo was completely helpless.
That did it. Quatre uttered a quick apology and fled. How could he be thinking this about his best friends? Trowa was with Wufei. Duo was with Heero. That's how things were. No amount of fantasizing would change the facts. What was wrong with him?
So Quatre locked himself in his room. He ran the coldest shower he could. It didn't help. His hands beat a desperate rhythm. He might be a virgin, but that didn't mean he had no clue how to deal with sexual tension. That didn't help either. No sooner would he climax than he would get hard again. Quatre was almost in tears.
The visions eased a little as the small blond tried to stop the fire burning his system. However, as someone knocked on his door, Quatre was brought to his knees by one. He moaned quietly under its intensity. He was in Trowa's mouth and Wufei was in him. With every thrust, Wufei filled him and he filled Trowa. Quatre could almost feel the sensations.
"Quatre. Quatre, are you alright?" Trowa's concern filled voice brought the young blonde back to reality.
He couldn't let Trowa see him like this. Grabbing a bathrobe, he tried to pull himself together. Too bad his body wouldn't cooperate. 'Wouldn't it be nice to have him under you?' it whispered. 'You know he wouldn't fight.'
"Stop it," Quatre hissed to himself. The response almost sent Quatre over the edge. Trowa and Duo were on a bed facing each other. Their hands tied above them and Quatre could hear the moans of pleasure as they kissed deeply. Tongues twirling and tasting. The two men's hips rubbed against each other in a fevered search for friction to ease the ache there. An ache they couldn't ease due to being tied.
Quatre filled Trowa deeply, hitting just the right spot with each jerk of his hips, but refused to touch the emerald eyed man anywhere else. Trowa's pleas were music to his ears. Begging to be touched, fondled, anything to grant him completion. Wufei was doing the same to Duo. Filling the longhaired loudmouth, but not granting release. At least not for Trowa or Duo. Oh how he loved to torture the passionate pair. They were so sensitive. It was heaven and then it ended and Quatre was once more back in his room with Trowa banging on the door.
"I have a very sick mind." Quatre decided. He would never do that to his two friends. Would he? How could he face Trowa like this? How?
"Quatre," Trowa's calm voice filled his ears, "if you don't open this door I will break it down."
Trowa never made threats. It was one of the things Quatre so loved about the tall man. He would do exactly what he said. At least Quatre didn't have to worry about whether to open the door or not. Now all he had to worry about was getting Trowa to leave before something happened. With shaking hands, Quatre unlocked the door.
"Hi, Trowa," Quatre began with forced cheerfulness. "I was just taking a shower. What's so important you need to break down my door?"
Ignoring the small blonde's question, Trowa brushed past him and into the room. A quick look around showed nothing out of the ordinary. So why did he know, absolutely know in depths of his soul, that something was wrong? He would just have to make Quatre tell him what was going on. The blond had never lied to him before and Trowa's train of thought stuttered to halt as small, but very strong, hands grabbed his forearms and pushed him against the now closed door.
Quatre reached up and seized the surprised Trowa's lips. His lack of experience more than made up for by hunger and passion. Unconsciously, he ground his hips into Trowa's. A small voice in the back of his mind told him this was wrong, but he couldn't understand why. This felt too good to be wrong.
Suddenly, Quatre's entire body shuddered and he all but collapsed against a startled Trowa. The taller man looked down at the gasping blond, fear running cold through his veins. Quatre had..had just... damn something was very wrong. Trowa gently took Quatre's chin in his hands and tilted his head until he could look into those beautiful blue pools.
Those pools, however, were clouded, the pupils almost impossibly large. Someone had drugged Quatre. Why? Of all the pilots, Quatre was the most gentle. Who would want to do something like this? A sob brought him back to the problem at hand. Quatre eyes had cleared a little and the small blond babbled apologies.
"I'm sorry Trowa. I don't know what's wrong with me. I know you and Wufei are together and I would never do anything to hurt either of you. I don't know what's going on." Quatre never wanted to hurt Trowa. Yet... yet... it was so hard to think. "Leave, Trowa. Now!" He tried to push to other man away, but Trowa wouldn't let go. Didn't he understand? Quatre couldn't control this.
"Shhh," Trowa soothed as a knock came at the door.
"Trowa? Quatre? Is everything alright?" Wufei's voice inquired.
"Oh, no," Quatre breathed. "He can't...he won't...he'll hate me."
Trowa almost smiled. Quatre was so adorable. He had no idea Trowa and Wufei had been planning for months a way to get him into their bed. Keeping a firm hold on the shaking blond pilot, Trowa let his lover in.
Wufei took one look at the pair and closed the door hastily.
"What is going on?"
"Someone drugged Quatre. I think it's an aphrodisiac."
Wufei gave Quatre a thorough, penetrating look. The smaller man tried to hide behind Trowa. Then the Chinese pilot saw Quatre's legs or rather what was on them. Shock washed away thought for several moments. Quatre would never allow himself to walk around in that sort of state. Well, first things first.
"Go to our room. You know what we'll need." He ordered Trowa as he turned to take Quatre from his tall lover. The blond flinched a little as Wufei lead him to the bathroom.
"I am not angry, Quatre." Wufei said softly. "This isn't your fault." Reaching the bathroom, he had Quatre sit on the bathtub and went in search of a washcloth. Finding one, he returned to an amazing sight. Quatre, still covered by the bathrobe, was straddling the edge of the bathtub and rocking back and forth frantically. Even as Wufei watched, the blond head snapped back, his body shuddering.
"Quatre." the startled Asian whispered. Quatre turned shame filled eyes toward Wufei. "Oh, no, Quatre, no. It's alright." He took the shaking man in his arms. "Shh. There's nothing to be ashamed of." How could he tell Quatre what he had seen was a major turn on? Maybe if he showed instead of told? With infinite care, Wufei took Quatre's face in his hands and kissed him.
At first, Quatre sat very still, as if afraid Wufei would run away or disappear if touched. Finally, however, Quatre opened himself to Wufei's invasion. It was the strangest sensation, having Wufei's tongue exploring his mouth. Felt good though. After a few seconds, Quatre relaxed completely. At least he did until he felt a hand leave his chin, travel down his chest, and settle between his legs. With a whimper he pulled back.
Wufei considered the contrast before him. Quatre's eyes were afraid, but the flesh in his hand throbbed.
"You're a virgin, aren't you?" It was more a statement than a question really. Trowa and he had suspected for a long time. A shy nod and downcast eyes answered him. All the more reason to find and kill someone later. For now, Quatre needed him.
"Do you trust me, Quatre?"
"Yes." Came the breathless reply.
"Good." With that Wufei went back to business. Quatre came easily and Wufei cleaned him up afterward. Later he would show Quatre a new, more interesting, way to clean up.
Keeping up a pattern of soothing sounds and words, Wufei guided Quatre to the bed. Trowa would be back any minute and then, well then the fun started. So to speak. For a long time, he and Trowa wanted Quatre. They had been afraid, however. Afraid of their own darkness. Quatre was such a being of light and gentleness; they couldn't risk hurting him. In the years since the war though, both men came to terms with their pasts. Trowa knew about his family and Wufei finished mourning his wife and accepted who he was.
And what were the results of that struggle and soul searching? Were they going to be able to seduce Quatre? Gain his love and trust? Make his first time heavenly? NO! His first time was going to be in a drug induced haze. He would probably never want to see either Wufei or Trowa again. Their poor angel. Wufei knew the guilt and self-loathing Quatre would feel when the drug wore off. He'd seen it up close and personal.
Oh, yes. Wufei'd seen this before. Although where that bimbo woman had found the drug, he didn't know. But he would. He would. Whoever resurrected the drug had to pay. As for Relena... a truly evil smile split Wufei's face. Fortunately, Quatre never saw it.
Trowa's arrival turned all attention back to the small blond on the bed. Where, Wufei mused, it should be.
Trowa kneeled in front of Quatre as Wufei lifted the slender man into his arms.
"Quatre, this might hurt a little, but I swear it will help burn the drug from your system. Do you trust us?"
Dazed eyes looked at them. "I trust you. I'm sorry about this."
Trowa and Wufei shared a look. Someone was going to pay for doing this to their beautiful friend. Two someones at the very least.
Stripping the bathrobe off Quatre, Trowa began to massage his thighs. The blond hardly needed more stimulation, but Trowa wanted to make sure he knew how good being touched could feel. Also, he felt this might be his only chance to touch that delicate skin. Caress the smooth flesh and feel the hard muscles under it. There was no way to predict how the Arabian would act in the morning. While they weren't forcing him, this wasn't his choice either. Finally, Trowa decided to begin.
Quatre's eyes had glazed over but focused immediately when he felt Trowa's warm, wet mouth surround him. A groan filled the room. How could anything feel this good? The banged pilot licked and sucked in a tantalizing pattern. It sent Quatre over the edge easily. Afterward, Trowa, licking his lips, looked up at Wufei and spoke words that made Quatre blush sunburn red.
"Definitely a virgin," the man said with a very satisfied smile.
Wufei leaned over and kissed Trowa, tasting Quatre's seed. "Oh yes," he agreed softly. Quatre turned a very pretty shade of lobster red. "Shall we begin?" Trowa nodded.
Wufei coated his fingers with the lubricant Trowa had brought and slipped one inside Quatre. The Arabian whimper and pulled away, driving himself right into Trowa's waiting mouth. The two men trapped Quatre with their bodies. Each driving the delicate beauty nearer the edge of oblivion.
Wufei found the special spot inside Quatre and hit it with each thrust of his finger. Eventually, he added a second finger reveling in the passionate moan the blond uttered. With the third finger, Quatre started to rock his hips in wild abandon. He's ready, Wufei decided. Catching Trowa's eye, the Asian man nodded.
Trowa pushed Quatre's legs further apart. Feeling Wufei's length pressed against him, Quatre whimpered softly.
"This is going to feel very good in just a moment, Quatre. I promise." Wufei's reassurance gained the desired result: Quatre nodded his acquiescence.
Pushing forward slowly, the Shenlong pilot drank the keening cry uttered by his new lover. Trowa did his best to draw attention away from the pain, but the first time always tended to be painful. His bronzed lover wasn't exactly average either. Still, it would feel wonderful soon. The tall man knew from experience.
Wufei waited for Quatre to adjust to the new sensation. It wasn't easy. Quatre had leaned his head back on Wufei's shoulder and his soft hair brushed against bare skin. Add to that the feel of Quatre's muscles tightening around him every so often, his heat, and the sounds he was making. It was enough to drive anyone beyond reason. After what seemed like an eternity, the little blond settled down.
Wufei's first thrust rocked Quatre's entire body and shoved him deeply down Trowa's throat. If the quiet man objected, he never showed it. For just a moment the Arabian had the strangest sense of deja vu. Hadn't he seen this somewhere before? Thoughts deserted him, however, as Wufei hit a spot inside of him and his mind shut down. All he could do was feel. And oh what he felt.
Wufei filling he so completely, so perfectly, it was like the man was meant to be his lover. Trowa's tongue caressing him. The wetness and warmth. Allah, how could anyone stand this kind of pleasure without going mad? A sudden tenseness throughout his entire body warned his partners and Wufei increased the speed of his thrusts. Together, the two men came, falling into eternity, complete.
When the pair fell back into themselves, Trowa kissed them passionately.
"I want to play too," he proclaimed in a voice heavy with desire. Wufei's nodded his approval.
Trowa moved further up the bed and pulled his blond lover onto him. Quatre wondered briefly when Trowa had taken his clothes off. Not that he was complaining. No clothes meant he could explore the muscular body at will. Which is what he did. Toned muscles twitched under his touch and Trowa groaned his name softly. The torturous exploration lasted for several minutes. Finally, Trowa began to beg his lover to just do it. Seeing Quatre unsure of the next step amused and annoyed Wufei.
Amused because it was so like the gentle pilot. Annoyed because there should be more time. This beauty's first time should be slow and sensual, not desperate and hurried. Promising once more to punish those responsible, Wufei grasped the other's hips and guided him to Trowa's opening. Predictably, Quatre tried to pull away.
"Not like this," he begged. He wanted Trowa so much, but not like this. Not when the man only did it because he felt sorry for him.
"Quatre," Trowa whispered calling for his attention. "I love you, Quatre. Always have. Please do this for me. I need you."
Quatre knew the words were probably a lie. Something to make him feel better, but he had waited so long to hear them. With a choked sob, Quatre pressed forward. Part of him loved the half joyous, half tortured sound Trowa made, and a part of him mourned that this couldn't be real. When the drug once more sought to dull his mind, the gentle pilot surrendered without a fight.
Wufei watched Quatre settled between Trowa's legs and grabbed Quatre's hips to give his tall lover time to adjust. Both men moaned a little. The Chinese pilot took advantage of the pause to sink himself again into the molten depths of his new lover.
Eventually, Trowa's breathing evened out. Quatre didn't miss the change. In one smooth motion he began. Pushing back against Wufei, Quatre pulled almost all the way out of Trowa and then thrust back in hard. Apparently, he hit the sweet spot, because Trowa's back arched and his face twisted in an expression that had nothing to do with pain. Not to be left out, Wufei plunged forward.
Cries of passion filled the room. Sweat soaked bodies moved in a dance of pleasure and desire. Hungry mouths devoured gasps and moans. Tongues traced patterns on slick bodies. Backs arched as release and completion were found again and again. Limbs twined and slid against each other. For hours, three bodies became one.
As dawn crept across the earth, three men lay exhausted in bed. Cradled between Wufei and Trowa, Quatre slept oblivious to the plans being made by his lovers. Someone was going to pay for drugging the little blond. For making his first time an emotional strain. For making him believe the only reason Wufei and Trowa were with him was because of a drug. Oh there was so much pay back to give. And, as the saying goes, pay back is a real bitch.
End Part 3
Part Four: Revenge
Phoenix
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