10-Oct-2000
completed 25-Dec-2000
25-Dec-2000
I promised you guys some lemon for Christmas and here it is. Sorry there isn't more, but between playing taxi for visiting family and hurting my back....I'm lucky I got this done. I hope I don't disappoint you. Meery X-Mas and Happy Holidays!
Disclaimer: I don't own any GW... hell, I don't even own my car...the bank does. Anyway, I am poor. Oh so poor... so go bug someone with money. This story is for entertainment only. It contains yaoi, lemon, NCS, violence, blood, is totally AU, and may have other things that may offend. If you can't deal, don't read.
The assembled male cast of Gundam Wing stared at the car in dismay. It was far too small. The most of the female had already left in their own car and several of the guys regretted not taking them up on the offer of a ride; it had more seats. Or maybe they should just have found their own way there like Alex, Mueller and the Docs did.
"We can't all fit in there!" Duo yelled. How the management had managed to find such a small limo was beyond the young actor.
"What do we do now?" Walker asked no one in particular. If they didn't leave soon, they would miss the cast party. After three years and four movies, the Gundam Wing series was finally being shut down. While most of them had other jobs lined up already, the chances everyone would work together again were small. None of them knew what that might mean for the relationships formed during the series.
"You'll just have to sit on each other's laps." The driver snarled. After thinking a moment, she reconsidered. "Two of you will have to sit in the front with me."
"Shot-gun." Zechs called cheerfully. Not seeming at all upset with the predicament. As a matter of fact, Quatre noticed, Heero, Treize, and Trowa didn't look very upset at all. A feeling of disquiet grew in his stomach. His line of thought was cut off as Zechs seized Walker, dragging him into the front seat. "You're not sitting on anyone's lap but mine." The tall blond declared.
His action set the others off and soon the back seat of the limo was full of squirming young men trying to get comfortable. The lighter members sat on the laps of the heavier, so it was Duo on Heero's lap, Quatre on Trowa's and Wufei, grumbling all the way, on Treize's. The seat left just enough room so the three bottom men could sit comfortably and stretch out a little. With everyone seated, the driver, who Duo swore looked and sounded very familiar under her uniform, started the car.
Half an hour later, the car ride was really getting to Duo, Quatre, Wufei and Walker. It wasn't that they were uncomfortable, but the car was sliding around on the road and the pavement was broken causing them to move around. The movement had caused certain men to develop erections. Not to mention the fact that their hands were all over their partners' bodies in an effort to keep them from bouncing around. No one could resist such stimulation for long.
Duo cursed the driver again, wondering what kind of idiot got them this lost; he could swear they were in the middle of nowhere.
"How much longer til we get there?" Duo asked, trying to keep his voice even. Feeling Heero under him and having the man's hands around his hips was really turning him on. Of course, his lover also kept "accidentally" brushing the crotch of his now very tight black jeans. A quick look showed Quatre and the others had a similar problem.
The poor little blond was so tense he almost vibrated. Wufei's face had become a study of stoicism; while Walker seemed to be fighting to keep his mouth closed. When this was all over, Shinigami was going to visit the Management and discuss their choice of drivers and cars.
"Soon." Came the reply at last. The car hit another bump and all the men were thrown into the air briefly. Duo moaned as Heero's erection was forcefully ground into his rear and the man's hands found their way under his shirt. Calloused fingers brushed over already stiff nipples, pinching gently.
"Heero," Duo moaned as quietly as he could and struggled not to lean back against his lover. "What are you doing?"
Others had the same question.
"Trowa?" Quatre whimpered as the taller man dipped a hand into his blond lover's pants.
"Hush, love," Trowa whispered. "We don't want to disturb anyone." He stroked his small lover quickly, causing him to slump forward bonelessly as pleasure stole his ability to fight.
"Trowa." The Arab sighed desperately.
"Soon, my love." Was the whispered reply as the tall man slowly began undressing Quatre.
"H-Heero," Duo managed to gasp. "What is going on?" This time he made the question more forceful; even managing to struggle.
The Japanese man responded by slowly unzipping Duo's jeans. Violet eyes swept the car in search for help and found he was not alone in his predicament.
Treize pulled his Asian lover's belt off and deftly used it to bind the shorter man's hands behind his back. Wufei tried to stop him, but the sandy haired man was stronger and far more determined; he knew the "Justice Junky" enjoyed being restrained. Shortly after the young man became helpless, Wufei's shirt was gone and Treize licked at one nipple and slowly began turning the Chinese man to face him and straddle the hardness aching to be free. A few strong upward thrusts had the beauty panting.
"Treize, Kami-sama," were the only two words the writhing Asian could manage. Wearing a truly evil smile, Treize lifted Wufei and nipped his way down the muscled planes of his chest and stomach; his hands quickly divested the pleading youth of clothing. Pausing just above the young man's throbbing member, the older man looked up into dazed onyx eyes.
"Please don't," Wufei gasped. If Treize did this there would be no turning back.
"I love you, Dragon," Treize murmured along heated, trembling flesh before engulfing it to the hilt. After that Wufei was beyond coherent words.
Walker was writhing in the front seat, constantly thrusting into the hand Zechs had in the younger man's pants. The poor guy was already totally naked and begging to be taken. His soft petitions music to the platinum blond's ears.
"It's payback, Duo," the platinum blond murmured against his lover's skin.
"P-P-Payback?" Quatre stuttered as he straddled the green-eyed man's lap. Trowa had already pushed his pants down to his ankles and was slowly running long fingers over Quatre's throbbing manhood. The Arab opened his mouth to ask something else, but it ended up at as a startled gasp when Trowa pushed a slick finger inside of him.
"Mmmmm," Treize hummed. The smaller man almost howled, then whined as he was pushed back so his partner could speak.
"You four tell us to keep this a secret. It's like you're ashamed of us." Wufei wanted to answer the accusation, Treize, however, seized his mouth and devoured it, swallowing the sounds uttered when the Chinese man was penetrated with two fingers at once.
"So we decided to show you that public affection isn't a bad thing," Heero continued, having managed to get Duo's pants off.
He hooked his lover's legs and forced Duo's apart. A calloused hand slipped between the longhaired man's legs, caressing the soft flesh there.
"But," Duo tried to argue; thought, however, just didn't want to happen. Part of him was certain the car had stopped moving; whatever that meant. Reason abandoned the longhaired actor as Heero's finger worked its way inside and drove straight for the spot guaranteed to turn him into a shaking mass of need. Soon the car was filled with gentle moans, startled gasps, and whimpers.
Zechs slowly stretched his lover. He knew the longer he took, the more Walker would beg for it. Now the younger man was eagerly riding the three fingers inside him. The lovely brunette no longer cared who was around. Zechs only cared a tiny bit. A quick look showed the driver busy with her fingers in her own lap, but not really watching anyone, just listening to the sounds filling the car. She would mind her own business; that was why they choose her.
Sensing Walker was close to the edge, Zechs quickly pulled his fingers away. Forlorn eyes focused on him.
"Sh," He soothed and ran a hand down his love's back. Without warning, he suddenly rammed upward and pulled the young actor down at the same time. Walker's cry of pain and pleasure covered the other sounds in the car momentarily. The young man was usually a very quiet lover and Zechs enjoyed any opportunity to force noise from the usually silent throat. Determined to hear more sweet sounds, the blond slowly rocked his hips, making deep leisurely drives into delicious heat.
Heartfelt pleas for more only made him want for it to last longer. Holding Walker's waist, he slowed even further. Futile attempts to start his own rhythm sent the younger man past the point of sanity. He didn't have the strength to overcome his beloved. Promising Zechs anything was his last resort before he collapsed from denied desire.
Looking at the sweat soaked, helpless vision, Zechs couldn't restrain his own need any longer. Again and again he delved Walker's depths; fire, friction, and the moans of man above him were his only reality. Grasping the panting man's erection, he stroked it in time with his increasingly hard thrusts. At last, Walker came, arching his back with a silent scream, clamping muscles around Zechs and taking the blond with him into rapture. Cuddling the trembling, near unconscious man to him, Zechs suddenly felt second thoughts working their way into his conscience. Had they gone too far in their anger and fear? Around him sounds of completion let him know the answer was not long in coming.
Even as Zechs had first entered Walker, Trowa was not far behind. Usually, Quatre was the leader in their lovemaking, but had once promised to let the taller man trying topping; he was going to make the Arab keep his promise now. The little blond, so lost in the sensations caused by the Latin, couldn't gather his thoughts. Four fingers moved within him, striking his prostate. Each movement sent delicious passion running through his veins and when Trowa bit one of his nipples, Quatre almost lost it.
Seeing how ready the Arabian was, Trowa removed his digits and started to replace them with something bigger. Carefully he watched his lover's face for any signs of pain; Quatre's first time as uke should include as little pain as possible.
Unable to form words, the small blond guided his other half with sounds. Whimpers of enjoyment and encouragement, willing Trowa to move faster as longing drown him. He needed to be fully claimed by the taller man. Absolutely had to have him buried as deeply inside as possible. When flesh finally touched flesh, Quatre found breathing hard to do. It felt so perfect; he was filled wonderfully. All that was nothing compared to the feeling once Trowa started moving.
Quatre could find nothing in his experience to relate to the sensations his lover caused as he moved. Being filled then emptied only to be filled again. The glorious rub of skin against skin, building fever within and without. Higher and higher tension grew until the slight man begged for completion. The request was granted as Trowa's long fingers caressed his manhood.
The sight of his golden love shuddering in ecstasy and the feel of him tightening, threw the banged man over the edge. As they both regained their senses, the full impact of what had been done hit them. Trowa tried to take Quatre into his arms, but the man pushed him away. Tears flowed silently down his cheeks.
Next to them, Wufei and Treize finished noiselessly. Treize had taken the Asian man face to face. In the few years they were lovers, the older man discovered how much more he enjoyed sex when he was able to watch the younger man react to his touches. Despite Wufei's apparent uptightness, the Chinese actor wanted to be claimed hard and fast. A little pain added spice to the pleasure and made him unable to deny Treize anything.
First he used two fingers to stretch his young partner. A small hiss escaped luscious lips bruised from the punishing kiss given him by Treize. Soon those questing digits found the bump they were looking for; greedy cornflower eyes drank bronze, sweat-covered skin moving on the invaders. Further and further he drew them into his body. Hazy black eyes filled with lust.
It was enough to snap any thoughts of waiting. In a single move, fingers were replaced. Most would have made a sound at this, but Wufei knew Treize liked him silent; learning quiet allowed them to be together anywhere anytime. As it was, only harsh breaths and his expression showed how much he enjoyed the older man's actions.
Faster and faster Treize pounded into Wufei; his own hips leaving the seat. The black haired man met every thrust with one of his own. Together they raced toward a cliff only they knew. Bruises formed on burning skin and only made it better. As one they arched, whole as last.
The last couple to express their passion were the first to react to the situation. Heero wasted no time in claiming his longhaired baka. One slick finger after another pushed Duo's desire until he was sobbing in need. The Japanese man watched as Duo spread his legs wider in invitation. Still he refused to penetrate the American; instead, nips along the neck were applied. Then Heero pinched a nipple, twisting just a little. Oh how that caused his lover to thrash, desperately seeking release.
Of course, Duo never had been one to just let another take control and Heero had to pin both wrists to keep him from finishing before the cobalt-eyed man wanted. The sight of his fey love twisting in uncontrollable hunger changed his plans. Forcing Duo to brace himself against the divider in front of him, Heero pushed his length into the struggling man.
Sighing, the lithe man shoved back, moving things at his own pace once more. Chuckling, the wild haired actor grasped pale, damp hips; he was in control and it was time Duo learned that. In no hurry, he pulled out to his tip, stopping. Whimpers proceeded attempts to squirm free. This went on for a minute before Duo's muscles relaxed, signaling his surrender. Shifting his weight, Heero lunged forward rocking the car.
Grabbing the chestnut braid, Heero spared a hand to wrap it around his lover's erection. The soft strands drew moans as they stroked him in time with the movement inside. Forgetting control, Heero increased the rhythm. The man's thick member blazed a trail of pleasure through the shivering violet-eyed man. The two men moved in unison unaware of the others until Duo felt himself claimed and followed.
For several moments, no sound could be heard. A new kind of tension filled the air. It was Duo who broke it.
"You fucking bastard," He hissed at Heero. "How dare you?" The angry man grabbed his shirt and ran from the limo.
"Duo," Heero called frantically and raced after the other man. From there things went down hill.
Quatre, totally naked, threw open his door and took off across a field. Trowa only paused to gather their clothing before taking off after the crying blond.
Walker was a little more physical; he punched Zechs before hastily dressing and stalking away. Pulling up his pants, the injured man moved to catch up.
Wufei merely stared at the man he once trusted with his heart. The disgust and betrayal in the dark depths cut Treize far deeper than any blade ever could.
"Good thing I parked us in the middle of nowhere," the driver said to no one in particular.
Duo had no set destination in mind, but ran blindly from his lover. Heero, however was faster and he wasted no time in tackling the smaller man. In seconds, the American actor found himself pinned while his Japanese lover sat on his chest. Angry violet eyes found equally mad cobalt ones; the anger startled Duo.
"Did you ever love me?" Heero growled. "Even for a moment?"
The question shocked Duo so much no words present themselves.
"I guess I have my answer," Heero said softly, a look of profound grief marking his features.
"What the hell kind of question is that?" The pain on his lover's face finally gave Duo strength to speak. "You fuck me in front of my best friends and... and... "
"Dorothy," Heero supplied.
"And Dorothy!" For a moment, Duo could only stare as the new information overloaded him. "D-DOROTHY!" He shrieked at last.
"Don't worry," was the chuckled reassurance. "She won't say anything. We made sure."
"How could you do this, Heero? How could any of you do this?"
"Last month you did an interview for a magazine. Do you remember?"
"Yeah. It was about child stars. So what?" Duo couldn't see the point of any of this.
"They asked you if you were in love with anyone. You said no." Heero barely managed to choke out the last sentence. It hurt so much to know the one he truly loved, didn't return the feeling.
"What was I supposed to say?" At least he knew what was behind the whole mess. Maybe he could forgive Heero after all.
"Should I have told them I was taking up the ass from one of my co-stars? Would that have made you happy?"
Wincing at the vulgarity, the Asian man did not back down. "You could have said yes."
"And do you know what would have happened then? They would have done their best to find out who it was cause I sure wouldn't tell them." Seeing he had a point, his lover listened carefully. "Think about Heero. We're both careful, but we'd make a mistake eventually; you know what happens then." Confused blue answered. Duo sighed. "I was seventeen then. You were eighteen. My parents could have had you arrested. Wufei's parents sure a hell would have had Treize arrested. Of course they'd try to 'cure' me of being gay."
"You're bi." Heero corrected.
"Yes, but do you really thing they'd care? You've met them!"
He was right. They would have taken him away. Slowly, Heero moved off Duo and lay beside him; the longhaired man turned to face the owner of his heart.
"And what about our careers? I know Japan is an open place. However. How many job offers would you have now if people knew we were together? Precious few, that's how many. So I said nothing. To protect us."
"I thought... " That deep voice trailed off.
"You thought I was telling the truth. Heero, my character doesn't lie. I'll lie my rear off if it'll protect someone I love."
"You're next job is halfway around the world; we'll be apart for seven months." The dark haired man reasoned.
"So you wanted to show me who I belong to? Who knows me best?"
"No. I wanted everyone to know that at one time, you loved me."
"Oh God, Heero. I'll always love you." With aching slowness, the two men kissed. Each hoped the others were making up as well.
Treize stared at Wufei, praying for the younger man to say something. Anything.
"Dragon," he began softly, only to be cut off.
"Don't call me that." The Chinese actor grumbled.
"Wufei, before you chose to leave me forever, please listen to me." As the young man on his lap made no move to go, he continued. "From the moment I saw you, I knew you were something special. At first, I tried to be happy just working with you. Then being close to you. Finally, I realized I was in love with you.
The first time we made love only confirmed my belief that you were meant to be with me. I understood we needed to be secretive. You were 16 and I was twenty-four. Had you been a boy and I a woman, few would have objected, but that is not what we are. So I kept running around with you like it was some dirty secret.
But you have been eighteen for five months now and nothing has changed. It's like you're ashamed of me. Are you? Have you changed your mind?" No answer was forthcoming. "The fear of losing you made for many a sleepless night. I thought if I could get you to show affection in front of the others, you might tell me the truth. Whatever you felt for me, be it passion or disgust, would come out. Visible and confrontable. Yet, you reacted just as you always do; maybe even a little more willing than usual. Tell me what I am supposed to do."
The raven-haired man glared for all he was worth; he enjoyed the sight of Treize squirming, afraid, and desperate. It was a new sensation. Finally, he smiled cruelly, watching the wince he lover gave.
"Next time, make sure the others are quieter. Or at least make Duo use his mouth for something more interesting."
"What?!"
"I warned you when we first got together I was strange. I don't mind that the others watched. Not even Dorothy. I assume that is who drove us?" Treize nodded, his eyes huge. "But if you ever presume to do something like this without talking to me first, you will never see me again. Clear?"
"Very clear, my Dragon."
"Now put your mouth to better use." And Treize did.
Further away, almost buried by high grass, Quatre pummeled his tall love as the other tired to hold him down long enough to talk.
"You bastard," the Arab was sobbing. "You fucking bastard!"
"Please let me explain," Trowa kept begging. Finally, unable to take it any longer, he slapped the smaller man. Though the blow calmed Quatre, the expression in his eyes grew even colder.
"Go ahead and try." He spat.
"Just listen," The green-eyed man said and gently drew the shaking blond into his arms. "Ever since we became lovers, I have known you don't like being seen with me in public. We never go places together; never touch when anyone is around. I accepted that as part of the price of loving you." Quatre sifted his weight a little, but made no comment.
"You parents don't approve of me; they won't ever. I knew that as well. But a week ago, they came to me and told me I was no longer allowed to see you. I thought I could get around them, but then you started avoiding me. I know it's because of the detective. You made that clear in the note you left. What you don't seem to understand is that your father told me if I go against their wishes, you will be disinherited." Wide blue eyes turned to him. "I can't let them do that to you, so I'm letting you go. Still, I had to be with you just once more. Just once to save for my dreams. Since the detective follows you whenever you go out alone, I say this as my last chance. Maybe this makes it easier."
"Oh, my dear Trowa," Quatre's sweet voice was barely above a whisper. "I didn't know they'd done all that. The detective was obvious, but I thought he was just trying to get indecent pictures of us." Sympathy shone in his face.
"I can imagine how hard it must have been. After not trusting anyone for so long, the person you finally give your heart is taken from you. And you were going to let me go because you loved me enough to think losing my family would be some sort of tragedy. I'd chose you over them any day!"
Trowa gaped at the smaller man. "Y-Y-You would give up..." He couldn't finish. No one had ever loved him so much.
"I would give up everything for you and that is why I can forgive you this." Trowa hugged him so hard all the breath was forced from his lungs for a second. "Trowa....air." He gasped and almost laughed at how quickly his lover tired to remedy his mistake. Taking the Latin's face in his hands, Quatre finished. "And if you ever do anything like this again, I will personally rip your face off. Understand?"
Together the two men talked, finally realizing how deep emotions ran on both sides.
The last couple to face the event was Zechs and Walker. Despite the early death of Walker's character, the man was a fighter; the minute Zechs reached him, the longhaired blond was on the ground looking into the furious face of his lover.
"How dare you?" Walker all but shrieked. "How dare you use me like that!"
"I know." Zechs said calmly.
"Know what?" The younger man's confusion was clear.
"That you're planning on coming out."
"And that justifies what you did?"
"What do you think is going to happen when you tell the world your little secret?" Zechs hissed. "You'll be the center of attention. Wherever you go, the press will hound you. Your entire life will be torn apart, analyzed, and become the topic of discuss for thousands of people who have no business saying anything."
Doubt tore at Walker.
"And there is my life. You might enjoy the attention, but I will not."
"Why would they come after you?"
"Why wouldn't they be interested in the life of your lover?"
Stunned, Walker barely managed to speak. "I never intended for anyone to know about you. Zechs, you have to believe I 'd never hurt you like that."
Zechs reached up and ran a hand through the fighter's hair. "I know, sweetheart. You planned on leaving me to make sure I was safe. Did you ever stop to think I would face anything if it meant I could be with you?"
Warm eyes filled with tears as Walker collapsed. Sobs racked his body as Zechs held him close.
"I'm tired of being ashamed." The young man murmured into the shoulder of his beloved. "Tired of being afraid someone will find out; tired of what people say about what we do; tired of feeling like I'm living a lie!"
"I know," Zechs ran a soothing hand through the other's hair. "I know. I wish the world were different. That people could just accept we love each other and leave it at that. Unfortunately, too many think they have the right to judge others. If you want the world to see you as you are, don't focus on the smallest, most unimportant part. Show them your honesty, kindness, and all the things making me love you so. And if you're still not satisfied, I will stand by you, in or out of the closest."
"Don't ever leave me, Zechs." Walker begged quietly. "Please don't ever leave me."
"I promised you forever. I meant it."
As the sunset, couples made their way back to the car. Dorothy had no comments. Having missed the cast party, she drove them to a large mansion she and Relena bought a few months before. There, all of them would have time to heal, talk, and renew the love binding their wounded souls. She smiled. After all, it took more than a rough ride to split up soulmates.
The End
Phoenix
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