23-May-2000
Disclaimers: I don’t own GW. I’m poor. This story is for entertainment only. It has yaoi lemon. If you can’t deal, don’t read. This little piece is an attempt to ease RL Angst. Been there done that and I hope things get better. WARNING: Lemon Yaoi! Beware!!!!! There you have been warned and I only wrote this because someone said it helps them when life stinks.
Duo was at it again. The longhaired idiot was running wild through the battlefield causing chaos wherever he was. His loud laughter could be heard through the other pilots’ radios. They would never admit it, but the insane laughter kept them sane. The normal pattern of the battle was disrupted by the sudden appearance of over fifty new mechs.
Realizing they would be overwhelmed, Quatre called for all of them to retreat. As usual, Duo guarded their run, but somehow one of the mechs got a lock on the pilot and his friends were shocked by the sight of Deathscythe engulfed in flames.
"Duo," Heero yelled into the radio. "Respond."
For several tense moments nothing happened, then insane laughter echoed over the channel and Deathscythe came through the flames.
"Backup is here, guys." Zechs’ voice filled their ears. "Time for you to return to Preventer headquarters."
"We’ll take it from here," Noin put in.
Over one hundred mechs flew past the young pilots and took up their battle. The exhausted pilots grabbed Duo’s damaged Gundam and returned home. Once there, they all took turns yelling at the American. Duo, as usual, shrugged it off. Dying was all part of his job. Four sets of eyes followed him. As the door closed on his exit, a young voice began to detail the plan to show Duo life was worth living.
Duo’s voice rang through the shower as he washed out his hair. The young man knew he had a good voice and enjoyed the times he could use it without fear of being told to shut up. Though the shower was public, the other pilots would make reports before cleaning up, giving Duo plenty of time to himself.
A hand ran along the inside of his thigh and Duo jumped. He swung around trying to see who it was, but soap had run into his eyes and he was all but blind. The touch was repeated along his stomach.
"Who’s there," he demanded. The only answer was a low sultry laugh. He knew that laugh. "Wufei? What the hell are you playing at?"
Wufei pushed him against the wall and diverted the water to run along Duo’s body. The soap was slowly being washed away and clearing violet eyes took in a very naked and smiling Chinese pilot.
"I’m not playing," Wufei said and seized Duo’s mouth. The American’s startled gasped gave Wufei access to his mouth and he sweep through it with a strength that took Duo’s breath away. One hand swept the longhaired man’s wrists together and pinned them above his head; the other slipped a finger inside him.
Duo pulled back, trying to break the kiss when Wufei started to grind his hips into him. The Asian’s erection moved against his skin causing Duo to develop one of his own. Their chests brushed together sending shocks of pleasure along Duo’s nerves as his nipples hardened. Then the questing finger inside him found Duo’s true weak spot; he moaned into Wufei’s mouth and involuntarily spread his legs wider.
Wufei broke the kiss when he was certain Duo could not go one more second without breathing. As the beauty gasped for air, he pushed another finger into him. The whimpered response only heated his blood further. Duo’s eyes were unfocused and he seemed unable to form coherent speech and it was Wufei who’d done this to him.
"Want inside you so bad," Wufei said while licking Duo’s ear and neck. He thrust a third finger into his friend. "Do you want me? Do you want me inside you?" He struck that spot within Duo he knew would push him beyond thinking of anything but pleasure and still unable to reach completion. Duo whimpered so loudly it echoed in the empty locker room.
"Do you want me to take you, Duo?" He aimed for that spot again and this time paused to massage it before hissing to the writhing young man. "Answer me."
Violet eyes tried to focus on him as their owner’s lithe body rocked itself on Wufei invading fingers.
"Oh God, Wufei," Duo begged. "Please don’t leave me like this."
"Then tell me." Wufei said, still using his fingers to drive Duo wild. The American’s head was thrashing from side to side as he tried to deal with the insensitivity of what was being done to him.
"Please, anything you want."
It was all the permission the man needed. In one smooth move his removed his fingers, used his legs to push Duo’s apart and thrust inside his new lover. Duo’s cry rang in Wufei’s ears and he loved it; loved claiming the passionate beauty, the way it felt to be finally inside him and know it was he who made Duo cry out like this. Letting the American’s wrists go, he started to stroke Duo’s erection in time with his thrusts.
Duo was in heaven and hell. As his lover moved within him, it hurt and felt so good. The way Wufei filled him; the burning, glorious friction as he pumped in and out of him; the feel of Wufei’s hand on him. Some distant part of his mind pointed out that he was being screwed against the shower wall by one of his oldest friends, but it was so unimportant compared to fire and need consuming him.
"Uuuhhh," Duo moaned and he pushed down. "Deeper, Wufei. Please, need you deeper." He grabbed Wufei’s shoulders and wrapped his legs around the man’s hips forcing his lover even further inside.
"Oh God, yes!" Duo almost screamed.
Wufei smiled. The tension was building and neither would be able to last much longer. Burying himself completely in the loud American, Wufei came. Duo’d never felt anything like it, but the sensation was enough to push him over the edge and he came into Wufei’s hand. Pleasure blew ever sense he had and for a few seconds Duo saw nothing but darkness and felt nothing but the most intense feeling. It was too much to be able to describe.
"You were wonderful," Wufei said softly as he lower Duo to the shower floor. "I think you should get cleaned up and go back to your quarters." With a quick kiss and a mysterious smile, the pilot of Shenlong left.
It took more than a couple of minutes for Duo to gather his thoughts and even then he wasn’t sure what had just happened. Soreness told him it was no dream. So what exactly was it? What kind of guy screws you and then tells you to go back to your room? Confused and not sure if he should kill someone, Duo cleaned up and headed back to his room.
Duo wrapped a towel around his waist and left the locker room. As he walked down the hall to his room, the young man kept going over the events in the shower. Why would Wufei do that? Of all the pilots, he'd always figured Wufei was the straightest; no way he would ever look at a guy. Only Duo's sore rear end proved that little theory was wrong. So why now?
Not that the sex hadn't been great. Wufei had been a bit rough, but then the Shenlong pilot hadn't been interested in giving Duo time to think. The Asian had simply overwhelmed Duo's senses. The whole "go to your room" statement was bothering him though. Had he been nothing more than a convenient stress relief? The American was so caught up in his thoughts, he never noticed that the door to a storage room just ahead of him was slowly opening.
Quatre watched Duo move down the hall and couldn't help feel anticipation run through his veins. While he and Heero were lovers and very devoted to each other, neither wanted to lose Duo. The brash youth brought laughter and joy into all their lives. More than once Heero and he had discussed whether or not Duo would be interested in joining them. He knew Trowa and Zechs thought along similar lines. Even Une, Sally, and Wufei felt drawn to the loudmouthed ball of energy and light. None made their move, however. Fear of driving Duo away kept them all at a distance. No longer.
Blue eyes hungrily devoured the sight of Duo, droplets of water glistening on his skin, long hair caressing his body, and slender limbs moving with inhuman grace. From all that Quatre learned about his friend, Duo didn't know how attractive he was. Once when drunk, the longhaired man confided that he thought the others were beautiful, but he was hideous. Quatre wanted to get his hands on whoever made his friend believe this and do something unpleasant to them. As Duo approached the door, anger faded away to be replaced with an emotion just as primal, lust.
Quatre knew he would have to be careful with Duo. The Arabian enjoyed being in control; with so much of his life beyond controlling, the blond needed to be in charge of something. In Heero, he'd found the perfect lover. The Japanese man loved being controlled.
Loved the feel on leather on his skin, the feeling of helplessness, Quatre moving inside him and when the small man put things inside him. Heero truly went over the edge when toys were used, but Quatre had no idea how Duo would react. Best to just follow Wufei's advice and overwhelm the American with sensations. They had to show Duo he was loved, beautiful, needed, and that he could depend on them no matter what. Maybe then he would stop doing things that could so easily get him killed or even choose to join one of them permanently.
Duo was so absorbed in thinking, he didn't react properly as two hands grabbed his arms and pulled him into the storage room. Before his instincts could kick in, his hands were secured over his head by fur lined cuffs. He kicked out at his attacker only to have the leg easily caught and secured. Second later his finally ankle was chained. Testing the strength of the bonds, Duo looked for his captor. Violet eyes went huge as he recognized the blond. The small man was dressed in blood red leather.
"Quatre?"
"Hello, Duo." The Arabian all but purred. "You've been very bad lately. I think someone needs to teach you to listen when given instructions."
"Oh shit," Duo murmured. "Now what?"
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