17-Dec-2000
17-Dec-2000
Yes, you did read that right. Phoenix got off her lazy (or overworked) butt and finished another series. Now before you read this understand a couple of things... if you are under 18... WAIT! It'll be here when you're older and then you're parents can't blow a fuse and blame everyone but themselves. I can't force you of course, but this list and I are NOT... .I repeat NOT responsible for your actions. Got that? Good.
Disclaimer: I don't own GW. I'm poor. This story is for entertainment only. It has lemon yaoi, hentai lemon, is nice to Relena (I cannot believe I actually included a warning abou this!) NCS, and other dark things. This means guys like guys, they have sex, but not everyone wanted to have sex. Understand? If you can't deal, don't read. Questions and comments are always welcome, provided they are polite. I'm not sure the stuff in the fic is physically possible, but try to suspend your disbelief.
Duo Maxwell was bored. The pilots were stuck in a small two bedroom, two bathroom safehouse in the middle of nowhere and to make matters worse, Wufei and Heero were off on a mission. Quatre and Trowa mostly stayed to themselves; Duo had no one to talk to or hang out with. Well, Duo had a solution.
They were almost out of food, so he would go into town and shop. Couldn't be worse than staying at the house. The only problem was the lack of transportation. The only car belonged to Quatre and Duo would never steal from a friend, not even temporarily. After taking a quick shower, the longhaired pilot decided to find Quatre and just ask. Maybe the blond would trust Duo with his car. Maybe.
The young pilot wondered briefly if he should put a shirt on; generally, he waited until his hair was dry to fully dress. Right now, he wore blue jeans and that was it. A towel hung from his neck, but his chest was bare. With a shrug, Duo chose to just get the asking over with and see what happened.
A quick search showed the small blond had to be in his room. The sight that greeted Duo when he opened the door, however, stopped him in his tracks. Trowa lay on his back on the bed; his hands were cuffed to the headboard and his legs were tied to the baseboard and wide apart. The tall man was also completely naked. Next to him sat Quatre. The little blond was kissing Trowa passionately while his hand stroked Trowa's erection.
Duo must have made a sound because Quatre suddenly turned and faced the startled young pilot. Quatre turned back to Trowa briefly and the taller pilot nodded. Duo began to get a really bad feeling.
"Oh man, Quatre, I am so sorry," Duo babbled. "I mean I had no idea you and Trowa... I mean I... ummm... listen why don't I just go outside and wander around. You know, let you two get back to... whatever." Duo was so embarrassed he was blushing all over. Quatre's soft laugh cut off the flow of words.
"Oh, Duo. Do you have any idea how beautiful you look standing there, hair down, no shirt? And you blush so prettily." Duo stared in shock. What was Quatre talking about? The little blond extended a hand to Duo. "Come, join us." It wasn't a request.
Duo began to back out of the room. "Uh, thanks for the offer, but I need to do the shopping if you guys want to eat." If he could just get outside, he could hide or get to his Gundam.
"Duo, come here." The command sent Duo running for the front door; he didn't even make it halfway. Out of the corner of his eye, the Deathscythe pilot saw Quatre give chase and tried to dodge at the same time the Arabian swept his legs. The result shocked both fighters. Duo lost his balance and fell to his right, striking his head on the corner of a table. As the half-dressed man lost consciousness, a voice drifted to him.
"Damn it, Duo. Why did you have to run? We weren't going to hurt you." Then he was being lifted and darkness covered his mind.
Duo awoke with a king-size headache. Dimly, he felt a bandage on his temple. How had that happened? Memories returned in a rush and Duo tried to sit up. The young man gasped; he was in the exact position Trowa had been earlier. The only difference was that Duo still had his pants on. This was so not good.
Carefully, Duo opened his eyes. At the foot of the bed, Quatre and Trowa sat kissing like it was the end of the world. Quatre was still fully dressed and Trowa naked, but now the taller man's hands were cuffed in front of him. Finally breaking the kiss, the pair turned to Duo.
"That was really foolish, Duo. You could have hurt yourself." Quatre chided.
"Hurt myself?" Duo couldn't believe this. "Let me go, Quatre. I don't want to be here."
The two responded with actions, not words. Trowa seized Duo's mouth; his tongue trying to invade. Quatre slowly undid Duo's zipper and slipped a hand inside. The tied pilot writhed under the two men trying to escape the sensations they were forcing on him. By the time Trowa broke the kiss, Duo had become hard. He moaned under Quatre's touch.
"You see, Duo, we aren't going to hurt you so just relax."
"Let me go, Quatre," Duo repeated. "Stop this. I don't want... mph." Trowa cut off the sentence with another kiss, still trying to enter the American's mouth. Quatre's weight left the bed for a few moments and when he returned, Duo could feel his pants being cut off. He tried to struggle, but the blond was ready for it and used his weight to hold Duo's legs still.
In no time at all, the American pilot lay bound, naked, aroused, and terrified. How could they be doing this to him? They were supposed to be friends. Duo closed his eyes. Tears leaked slowly from them. He just wanted this to be over. Someone gently licked at the tears and Duo opened his eyes to come face to face with Trowa. The tall man's face radiated sympathy.
"It's alright, Duo. Doctor J told us everything." The tall man said.
"That's right," a now naked Quatre added. "Enjoying being tied up isn't that strange of a kink. None of us would ever have guessed you and Trowa'd have something in common." The little blond smiled down at Duo before engulfing the longhaired pilot's erection. Duo's surprised gasp allowed Trowa entrance to his mouth as the pilot of Heavyarms straddled Duo's waist.
Duo's mind began to shut down as the sensations became too much. He tried to force himself to think. One of the Doctors had told the pilots Duo enjoyed this sort of thing? But why? Did G know? Trowa gasped into his mouth suddenly and Duo could see Quatre had placed a finger inside the pilot. It was Duo's turn to gasp next as a finger penetrated him.
Questions and thought fell away from Duo as the two increased their pace. Trowa's hands caressed his chest even as he devoured Duo's mouth. Quatre's tongue slid up and down the American's erection and the blond alternately blew air on it or sucked at the flesh. Unconsciously, the pilot began to thrust his hips. It felt so good. Eventually a second finger entered him. Duo moaned helplessly.
"Please," Duo begged when Trowa let him breath. "Please." He panted, no longer sure if it was a plea for them to stop or finish what they had started. His body sang with pleasure even as his soul howled in pain.
"I think he's ready," Trowa stated breathlessly. He was so looking forward to having the beautiful American inside him.
Quatre abandoned Duo's erection and the pilot moaned at the loss. Quatre recuffed Trowa's hands behind his back and guided the tall pilot over Duo who gasped as the man lowered himself onto Duo.
"God," both pilots groaned. Duo had never been inside anyone before and Trowa was so tight. He wanted to be in further, but Quatre held his hips; it was up to Trowa to set the pace. Slowly, the Heavyarms pilot pushed downward, reveling in the way Duo squirmed. 'Oh, yes, Duo,' Trowa thought, 'I want you inside me as much as you want to be there. Just a little more.' He slowed down even more, driving them both insane with pleasure.
Finally, Trowa was fully seated and Duo gave a little jerk of his hips causing Trowa to scream as pleasure overloaded his nerves. Quatre quickly stilled the other's hips and began his own invasion. Duo moaned deeply when Quatre entered him and Trowa bent over to lick at his nipples. It almost sent Duo over the edge.
Quatre paused when he was fully inside Duo; the American was tight and hot and his insides felt like satin. Quatre loved the way Duo felt. All three men were panting; the sensations they were producing in each other were almost too intense to take. When the Arabian judged the others had adjusted, he pulled almost all the way out of Duo and then thrust back in, putting all of his weight behind the push. He was very gratified with the response.
Duo yelled his name and thrust up into Trowa who in turn called out to Duo. Trowa's hands curled into fists; his nails scratching Quatre's stomach. Duo's arms strained against the cuffs. Every muscle tense, needing desperately to touch, to caress, to make the pleasure last longer. It wasn't long before Trowa began to beg.
"Duo... harder... more... please," the tall man managed to gasp. Every time Duo moved his hips, he hit that spot inside Trowa and ecstasy drown him. "Faster, Duo. God... please... Duo."
Duo tried to comply, but his mind couldn't seem to form rational thought. His head thrashed from side to side as wave after wave of sensation heated his blood, making him want more. Quatre kept hitting that something inside him and Duo was caught between two needs. He had to be deeper inside Trowa and Quatre had to be deeper in him. The longhaired pilot thrust into Trowa's willing body even as he tried to impale himself further on Quatre.
"Oh God... Quatre... Trowa... please... oh please," he managed to say not sure what the plea was for.
Quatre reached around and began to stroke Trowa's erection. A helpless moan of gratitude was the response. They were all very close. Quatre increased the pace. He wanted Duo to come first. With a shout, Duo did. His muscles clamped down on Quatre and the small pilot emptied himself into Duo even as the feel of Duo's release sent Trowa over the edge.
For long moments, the three men lay in a sprawl. The aftershocks of pleasure slowly worked their way through the men. Eventually, Quatre and Trowa levered themselves off Duo to find the American had passed out.
"I guess we were too much for him," Trowa said softly. The two men shared open-mouthed kisses for a while before going to get cleaned up. It had been quite a day.
For the second time that day, Duo woke up with a headache. Taking a quick inventory, the American opened his eyes to find himself alone and untied. Thank God. He couldn't have fought anyone off in his current state. His wrists were sore and just about every muscle hurt. What surprised him the most was that he was clean and tucked into bed. Quatre and Trowa had cleaned him up and taken care of him.
'Why did they do this to me?' Duo thought with a shudder. 'Did they really think I wasn't serious when I told them to stop?' He remembered the comment about Doctor J. Why would the man have lied? Duo slowly got out of bed. The door to the room was closed, so he didn't worry too much about noise. However, someone was having a conversation in the living room. Duo caught faint snatches of words.
Hearing more than just two voices, Duo's curiosity got the better of him and he opened the door a crack to hear what was going on. Outside Quatre and Trowa were talking with Heero and Wufei.
"So did you do it?" Heero asked.
"Yes. Duo was really wonderful." Quatre's bright voice answered.
"So Doctor J was right?" Wufei asked.
"Yes," Trowa said.
"Who would have thought Duo would be into bondage?" Wufei sounded amazed.
"What's the matter, Quatre?" Heero seemed concerned.
"I don't know. My Space Heart keeps telling me something's wrong." Quatre placed his hand over his heart. "I just have this feeling."
"Perhaps we should go speak with Duo." Trowa suggested.
Duo closed the door as fast as he could without making noise and locked it. Maybe there was more going on here than met the eye, but right now he absolutely could not face his so-called friends. A frantic search for cloths only provided Duo with a pair of Trowa's pants and one of Quatre's shirts. Neither really fit, but he couldn't run around naked.
Dressing with speed born of fear, Duo quickly got ready to run. He found Trowa's gun and opened the window. Deathscythe was only a mile away. A quick jog and Duo would be safe. Behind him, someone tried the doorknob. Ice ran through Duo's veins.
"Duo?" Quatre's sweet voice called. He sounded worried.
Duo went through the window and took off running. Part of him felt like breaking down into hysterics. Quatre was worried about him. Why couldn't he have been worried earlier?
'I'm going to find out what is going on and then someone is going to pay for this,' Duo promised himself. 'Pay with their life.'
End Part 1
Phoenix
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