29-Jul-2000
Disclaimers: I don't own GW. I am poor. This story is for entertainment only. The fic has yaoi lemon. If you can't deal, don't read. Simple, ne?
Duo sat before the mirrored table and knew he was going to die today. Quatre came to visit L2 after he and Trowa had broken up. The tall Spaniard felt the circus and Catherine needed him more than Quatre ever would, so he gave his beloved a charm bracelet to remember him by and left. Poor Quatre never took the bracelet off. Not ever. He'd been with Trowa for three years when the man left him. It was all he had left.
Even now he was fingering it nervously. Of course, being late for a meeting with Heero would make anyone nervous. The Japanese man had a habit of breaking things when he was upset.
"I am going as fast as I can," Duo grumped, "but my hair won't cooperate."
"Duo," Quatre all but hissed, "you don't even have your shirt on!"
He really wasn't upset about the naked skin Duo was showing; indeed, the young Arab was enjoying the view quite a bit. All that silken chestnut hair cascading down the other's back wasn't helping either. It had grown two more feet since the war, more than Duo. Of course, if he ever laid so much as a finger on the American, Heero would kill him. Very, very slowly.
"I always put my shirt on after I braid my hair. It is not my fault my bad hair days are like this."
With a long-suffering sigh, Quatre began to grab handfuls of hair in an attempt to help his friend.
"Your bad hair days should be declared national disasters." The frustrated blond complained. "If we keep Heero waiting any longer, he won't even bother to ask any questions, he'll just shoot us!"
Duo gave an affirmative snort and gave over his braiding to Quatre. He kept as still as he could until a sharp tug almost scalped him.
"Damn it, Quatre!" Duo yelped. "Are you trying to make me bald?"
"I'm sorry, Duo. My bracelet's gotten tangled in your hair. Give me a second."
However, the tugging only got worse. Finally, Duo stood up to ease the pain. Unfortunately, the action unbalanced Quatre. The young blond fell forward onto Duo's bare back knocking the American under him and sprawling over the desk. Heero chose that moment to enter the room.
The Japanese man had gotten tired of waiting for his lover and his friend to show up at the restaurant. The sight greeting him was not what he'd expected. Duo lay under Quatre who had his hands buried in chestnut locks. No one touched the hair. It was Heero's. Only Heero's. He was about to forcibly remove the Arab from this life when the two started talking again.
"Quatre," Duo whined. "it's that damn bracelet. Next time you want to help with my braid, take that thing off first!"
"I just didn't want to keep Heero waiting," Quatre mumbled.
Those simple sentences calmed the angry man fast. Duo's been having a bad time with his hair lately and Quatre valued the golden bracelet over almost anything. The two together were a recipe for disaster. Calm again, the former pilot of Wing spared another look at the pair before him. His beautiful lover writhing under the lovely blond. A wicked idea overcame Heero. Poor little Quatre must be so broken up about Trowa; it was the reason for his visiting. To get over the tall man. Why not help the poor guy forget his troubles?
Looking as threatening as he could, Heero cleared his throat. The looks of horror the two beauties gave him almost ruined Heero's little deception; he wanted to laugh so badly.
"H-Heero," Duo stuttered while trying to get Quatre off his back, "this isn't what it looks like."
"That's right, Heero," Quatre said, desperately trying to get his hands out of Duo's hair without scalping the young man. "I was just..." He never finished the sentence.
"You think," Heero growled cutting him off and stalking across the room. "you can just walk in here and put your hands all over what is mine and get away with it?" When he reached the entangled pair, both shrank from him. "Well, my loves, there's a price to pay for everything."
The word "loves" had just penetrated their fear filled minds when Heero grabbed Quatre's face in both hands and savagely kissed the blond. Wide sky-blue eyes stared into cobalt. Never letting go of Quatre's face the Japanese man coaxed his mouth open and deepened the kiss, thoroughly enjoying the soft half protesting half pleasure filled whimper that resulted.
Duo stared in shock. What was Heero doing? Had he gone mad? And then there was Quatre. His friend was definitely getting into the kiss, leaning his body against Heero. A small whimper drifted from the union of their lips having a surprising effect on Duo; the confused man felt himself becoming aroused.
Breaking the kiss at last, Heero looked over the entwined pair. Quatre's eyes were unfocused and a bulge was showing through his pants. Duo's eyes were wide and shocked, but he was breathing far deeper than he needed to. Smirking, Heero went to the next stage of his plan.
"You can't get away from me," he whispered, softly stroking the bulge in Quatre's pants. "And I don't think you really want to. Now do you?" He watched Quatre clench and unclench his hands, still trapped in Duo's hair. This time when he reached for the blond, neither man pulled away. Using one hand, the Japanese man started unbuttoning the Arab's shirt, while his other left the front of Quatre's pants and slipped inside.
"Start stripping, Duo," Heero ordered. A shiver of anticipation ran along the American's skin. It never even occurred to the young man to not obey the order. There was no arguing with Heero when he was in a mood like this. Besides, these moods always led to incredible sex and he did love Quatre; he'd just never thought about him as a lover until Heero started this.
Through the mirror, Duo watched as Heero managed to get Quatre's shirt off his shoulders and took one pink nipple into his mouth. The small blond's hands pulled on the chestnut hair tangled in his fists as he threw back his head and gasped; his hips pushed into Heero's hand causing the man to smile broadly. Quatre was completely unselfconscious in his pleasure.
Once Duo was naked, Heero left his new lover alone long enough to give him new instructions. Moving carefully, Duo fished a tube out of the table and watched Heero push the Arab's pants to the floor.
"Yourself and Quatre," the Japanese man rumbled. Duo's already erect member became even harder at the thought. From the way they were stuck, Quatre would be taking him as Heero took Quatre. Spreading a small amount of the substance from the tube on his middle finger, Duo reached behind himself and pushed the finger inside his body. He gave a small gasp of pleasure and pain attracting Quatre's attention.
The small man turned his gaze to Duo as Heero's hands left him to strip and Duo gasped; he was only distracted for a moment as Heero's talented mouth kissed its way down the blond's taut stomach and engulfed his manhood. Duo spared a hand to pull the blond closer and seized his mouth. Once the American was certain Quatre was drowning in sensation, he slicked the middle finger from his other hand and thrust it into the blond.
Heero felt Quatre push further into his mouth and knew Duo was doing his job. Deciding to keep up with his lover, the former L1 pilot slowly licked his way up Quatre's erection. The moan he got heated his blood beyond boiling. Wanting more delicious sounds, he blew cool air over the entire length of the throbbing flesh before once more surrounding it with his mouth.
Heero got what he wanted. Quatre's moans filled the room as he rocked his hips and further entangled himself in Duo's hair. As the longhaired man added a second finger to himself and his future lover, the two men gave up all pretense of control. They devoured each other's mouths like wild animals. Heero pulled away just to watch them.
The third finger caused them to rock against each other. Quatre broke the kiss to nip at Duo's neck and eventually sink his teeth into the juncture of throat and shoulder. Duo responded by exposing his throat further; the submissiveness of the gesture turned Heero on so much he threw patience to the wind and grabbed Quatre's hips.
Duo and Quatre shared a smile as the American removed his fingers and turned away from the gentle blond. They couldn't wait to be claimed by Heero.
"Take Duo first, Quatre," the Japanese man said softly. "Then I'll take you."
Unable to use his hands to steady the longhaired man, the Arab used his weight to bend Duo forward over the table and slowly entered him. Duo gripped the edge of the table as he felt Quatre fill him with aching slowness; the sensation was almost more than he could bear. He wanted the Arab now.
Finally, Quatre had fully invaded Duo and Heero's hands tightened their grip on his hips. Yet, he did nothing but keep the smaller man from moving. Duo tried to do something; his position prevented it. Quatre squirmed in his lover's strong grasp and still Heero remained still. Finally, his captive lovers began to beg him. With an evil grin, Heero entered the beautiful blond in one thrust.
Quatre arched off Duo's back, dragging the young man with him due to his grip on his hair.
"Allah," Quatre screamed.
"Mine," Heero growled, pulling out and pushing back in then reaching around and caressing Duo's stiff erection. "Both of you are mine."
No one bothered to contradict him. The only other people in the room were too lost in the sensations he was creating. Heero pulled Quatre out of his lover and then pushed him back into Duo as he withdrew from the blond. In mere moments, a rhythm was created; one that allowed each of them to enjoy the pleasure they were creating.
Duo lay over the table once again, reveling in the feel of Quatre moving in and out of him; his slender body rocked by the solid thrusts of his lover; the exquisite pleasure and pain created by the friction of his lover moving inside him. He howled for more; pleading for both men to let him come.
Quatre found himself surrounded by fire. He was buried in tight, molten velvet even as he was penetrated by a solid shaft of heat. It drove him further into the velvet as it stroked the fire in his blood by constantly brushing against a spot that sent shocks of ecstasy through him. Sweat dripped off his straining muscles. Pleasure built within him, drowning him. All he wanted was for this to never end.
Heero sank himself repeatedly in his new lover enjoying the tightness. The pretty blond wasn't normally an uke which made the former pilot enjoy taking him so much more. Moans and small sounds of encouragement drifted to the Perfect Soldier's ears. He responded by increasing the speed and strength of his thrusts. Looking at the others only made him want them more.
The rhythm increased and the three men rocked back and forth. Duo chanced a look in the mirror and felt himself move far closer to orgasm. Duo's hair was a curtain around his body, hiding the hand pumping his erection. Quatre's hands were still tangled in Duo's hair as the blond took him again and again. Heero's hands gripped the Arab's slender hips and he moved within the small blond smoothly. All three bodies glistened with sweat; their faces twisted in expressions that had nothing to do with pain.
Although each wanted everything to last, Duo's look at the mirror pushed him to close to the edge and with the next time Quatre rocked him, Duo came with a shout. His muscles clenched around Quatre sending him into orgasm and Heero followed with a grunt.
Both Quatre and Duo collapsed on the table in boneless heaps as their reactions slowly worked through. Heero kept control and gently stroked the two beauties under him. A sudden laugh caught both Duo and Heero off guard. They looked at Quatre to find both his hands free.
"Looks like I just needed at little moisture to loosen the strands." He commented.
All three shared a laugh. Heero coaxed all them onto the bed and watched his lovers fall asleep once more tangled, but this time in each other's arms. Smiling, he hugged both and joined them in sleep. Before morning, all three men were tangled up and wonderfully happy.
The End
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