16-Mar-2000
I don't own Gundam Wing. I'm poor. I have no money. This story is for entertainment only. Ummmm some hot stuff here. Maybe lemon, definitely yaoi. So, Don't read if you can't deal. I guess I call this (and if there is another fic out there by this name PLEASE tell me so I can change mine!)
Quatre watched the others waiting. Tonight Duo would return from his mission and they were all ready. It had surprised the Arabian at first that everyone had the same feelings for the braided pilot, but the more he examined it, the more sense it made. Duo was a person of energy, light, and beauty; he had an unconscious sensuality; a way of moving that fired the blood and Duo didn't even know it! Well, tonight, he and the others were going to teach him.
Once Quatre was aware of the others' desire, he'd begun to form a plan. Contacting the others, the blond told them what they all had in common and how to attain the ethereal beauty. After a few hesitations, the others had agreed. The idea of a sweat covered, hair down, begging for more, Duo was a powerful motivator. Heero and Trowa spent weeks watching the young Preventer; finding clues about his life or such that it was. Duo had few friends that he socialized with, no romantic attachments, and lived alone. Indeed, Quatre was certain Duo had no sexual experience with either sex. It would make him easier to manipulate. Now, they were so close to what they wanted.
In only a few hours, Duo would come home to find them and then the plan would go into action. Visions of what they had planned for their fellow pilot filled Quatre's head and his breathing increased. Duo would cry out all their names tonight. Not in pain, but in passion and ecstasy. He would beg for more, beg for release, and when the morning came, he would belong to all of them, the way Quatre was certain it had always been meant to be.
Quatre made sure everyone knew the plan. If anyone went to fast they might lose Duo or panic him into trying to run. Everyone was sure. They'd all had years of training for self-control and weren't about to blow it now that their goal was in sight. Duo would be home in thirty minutes.
The mission hadn't gone very well and Duo was sure to be tired; which was a good thing. The braided pilot was very quick-witted and might figure out what they were up to otherwise. They would let Duo shower and then start the game.
Only one thing bothered Quatre. Duo might not be gay or even bi. For some time Duo had dated Hilde; right up until her death in a terrorist raid. Yet, everything the four companions could find didn't even so much as hint that the pair were more than friends. Close friends to be sure, but only that. Despite this information, Quatre couldn't be sure. Duo had never done more than friendly flirting with any of them and they could have misinterpreted it based on their feelings for him. Either way, the Arabian was certain they would be able to trap Duo in a web of sensation, driving coherent, logical thought from the apartment and giving them a chance to show the longhaired beauty how much they cared for him.
It would start simply enough. An accidental touch here; an accidental touch there. Each of the four men would use every opportunity to get close to Duo, caress his fine skin, but never make it seem sexual. It always had to seem accidental. Before an hour was up, Duo would be panting and then the real fun would begin.
All night. That was how long they would take with Duo. Trowa, the best kisser, would explore Duo's mouth, keeping the loudmouth somewhat quiet. No sense in bringing the neighbors running. He would devour every moan, gasp, and whimper of pleasure. Heero, with his strong hands, would caress Duo's soft skin, play with his nipples, and stroke his silken hair. Wufei, who had a surprisingly talented mouth, would take Duo to the edge of oblivion and never let him over. He was to make Duo beg, moan, and whimper for the others to take him. Finally, Quatre, with the delicate, long fingers, would stoke a fire within Duo, finding that special place within in his friend and gently massaging it as he prepared Duo to be claimed.
Each man could already hear the breathless begging of their target. They could feel the sweat pour off his skin; taste his seed; caress his flesh. The word please, spoken in his delicious voice, echoed in their ears. The pilots envisioned Duo under them, writhing in ecstasy. Soon, so very soon. Only twenty minutes to go.
End Part 1
Phoenix
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