25-May-2002
Title: The Seduction of Duo Maxwell Part 3
Author: Phoenix
Disclaimer: I don't own GW. I am poor and that should be proof enough. This fic is for entertainment only.
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairings: EveryoneXDuo...though I guess that doesn't really qualify as a pairing, ne? ;)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: M/M sex, some cussing, orgy!, Duo having doubts about himself and the others, and I wrote it.
Archive: CkoS, WWOMB, GW Addiction if they want it. All others please ask.
Summary: The plan to seduce Duo goes into high gear!
Duo stared, horrified, into Trowa's green eyes. Any second now his fellow pilot was going to notice the hard flesh digging into his thigh and Duo's secret would be out. All of them would be so ashamed of him. He'd be lucky if they didn't storm out of his apartment in disgust.
Even as these thoughts raced across the braided man's mind, other information made its way into his consciousness. Something was grinding against Duo's erection. The former pilot of Heavyarms was aroused? This couldn't be right.
"Trowa?" The stunned young man asked.
The Latin pilot responded by seizing the violet-eyed beauty's mouth, twining his hands in chestnut silk. Duo couldn't help the moan escaping the union of their lips as Trowa thrust upward with his hips. Strong hands wrapped around his upper arms and pulled Duo upright. Somehow, the banged man followed, never braking the kiss.
The new hands lifted the American's shirt up, forcing his arms to raise with the material. At the last moment, Trowa abandoned the swollen lips and attacked one of Duo's nipples. As the shirt eased past the panting man's flushed face a thought occurred to him. If Trowa was attached to his chest and the tall man's hands were once more buried in Duo's hair, who had the shirt?!
"H-Heero?" Duo gasped.
"What?" The Japanese man grumbled, steady hands pushing at the waist of the his former partner's pants.
"This has to be a dream," Duo murmured.
"Not a dream," Trowa assured him before once more taking over the other's talkative mouth. How could this be real? Trowa and Heero? Touching him like this? Stripping him? While Quatre and Wufei made dinner in the other room?
Stripping!
Quatre and Wufei!
SHIT!
Duo started fighting as he realized everything was not a dream and two of his friends would very likely to walk in any moment and see him naked trapped between the other two. Not good. It was not, however, easy to dislodge either of the men holding him. Heero merely picked him up and used a foot to push Duo's pants fully off; Trowa deepened the kiss almost suffocating the struggling Preventer. Then the moment happened. Quatre and Wufei walked into the room.
"Heero!" Quatre shouted.
"Trowa." Wufei growled.
Duo wanted to crawl into a hole and die as both men pulled away, leaving the embarrassed fighter to try and cover himself.
"How dare you start without us!" The angry pair shouted in unison.
Only Heero's quick reflexes saved Duo from falling as his knees gave out. There was no way he just heard that. No way.
"You heard correctly, Duo." Quatre announced while walking toward the surprised fighter. "We came here to claim you. Only these two aren't following the plan." A predatory light entered the seemingly innocent blond's eyes. "I guess that just means we have to move things a little faster."
Suddenly, Duo found himself surrounded by bodies. Trowa went back to kissing him. Heero ran calloused fingers over every sensitive part of the American's flesh. Wufei kneeled before Duo and took his throbbing erection into his mouth. Quatre's fine fingers undid the ever-present braid, causing a fine layer of chestnut to envelop their new lover's body.
New sensations threatened to drown the violet-eyed man. He wanted to talk to the other pilots first, but the best he managed was to sink on hand in Wufei's silken hair and another reached back to grab at Heero who was nibbling on his neck.
Doubts ate at Duo. He was certain Wufei had been married once. So what was he doing here? Rather, why was he here? As for Heero, didn't he love Relena? And Quatre and Trowa had their families and promising futures. Was this some sort of one night stand? A pity fuck? Why would they risk all they had for him?
A single finger entered the perplexed youth and thinking stopped as it plunged for a certain nub and struck it. Duo tore away from Trowa with a soundless cry.
His head ended up resting on Heero's shoulder. Those surrounding him hungrily drank in the sight of wide, dilated, amethyst eyes. Their captive beauty gasped for breath, a slight sheen of sweat beginning to coat his skin. Unable to resist, the Japanese man lapped up the salty liquid along Duo's neck and shoulders as Quatre sank a second digit within the captive pilot.
"Ah," the chestnut haired Preventer moaned. Having lost a mouth, Trowa turned his attention to Duo's chest. The tall man's tongue was as agile as the rest of him; it swirled over a hard nub and occasionally white teeth grazed the sensitive area making Duo whimper and arch against the green eyed captor.
Sensations threatened to drown their captive as again and again they brought Duo to the brink, yet always halted their attentions before he could find completion. Soon only nonsense and pleas came from the loudmouthed rebel. His once active voice was either silenced by Trowa's devouring mouth or unable to form words. Still the men did not halt.
Each used their abilities as best they could. When this was over, Duo had to be convinced to stay with them, to continue the relationship, as unconventional as it was. So it went.
They drove their friend to new heights of sexual frustration waiting for him to decide the final step. If he told them to stop, they would. But he hadn't yet and that made them bolder. Time stood still for five men. Each unsure of what came next. Then the moment four of them had been waiting for came. Their new lover reached his limit.
Duo writhed in Heero's arms, his lithe body soaked with sweat; long hair damp and clinging to his shuddering body.
"Why... Oh... God...," he moaned incoherently. "I don't... uuuuuuh... please... need."
None of the four paused their sweet torture, but they all admired the sight of their comrade. A lithe body supported by the cobalt-eyed man's strong arms and nothing else. Desire and desperation painted on his face. Violet eyes hazy with need. Sensing what they wanted was fast approaching, the men kept up the delicious torture. Intensifying it.
Wufei still knelt before him, the Asian's mouth suckling on Duo's flesh. He swirled his tongue along the underside allowing a small scrape of teeth to heighten the pleasure with a dash of pain. Trowa now nibbled on the captive pilot's ear, while Heero held and massaged his new lover's body; calloused hands keeping the former pilot still yet brushing along heated flesh and driving the fire higher. Quatre stood behind Duo, four of his fingers deep within the writhing man. Duo moaned again as the Arab once more brushed against something inside him.
"Please," Duo whimpered, arching his back. He was so close, but as with so many times before, everyone ceased moving, leaving Duo on the brink of completion and unable to end the heavenly nightmare. Struggling briefly in Heero's grip, trying desperately to find some friction, something to take him over the edge was useless.
"Please," the longhaired pilot begged again, willing to give them anything if they would just finish this. Tears of frustration filled his eyes. "What do you want from me?"
"What do you want, Duo?" Quatre whispered softly in his ear. "Just tell us what you want."
Four faces watched Duo. They all wanted an answer, but Duo didn't have one for them. He wanted them, just as much as they desired him, but it was wrong to want them. He couldn't want them. Guys weren't allowed to want, to love, to be with other guys. That's just the way it was. Duo closed his eyes.
"I don't know," he said, his voice almost inaudible. Confusion, desire, and fear evident in his tone. "Please. I don't know."
"Shhhhhh." Quatre soothed as Trowa and Heero began to kiss away he tears slowly running down Duo's cheeks. "We won't hurt you, Duo. Tell us to stop if you need us to."
The blond nodded to the other three. It was time to take Duo over the edge and claim him. To show him just how right this could be.
End Part 3
Phoenix
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