August 14 1999
"What's going on in here?" said a voice from the doorway. Ryoga jumped, covered himself quickly with a rumpled sheet, and turned to face two of the most imposing people he had ever seen. One of them he had already met - Wufei, who stood glowering at him over the other young man's shoulder. As for the new one... he was twice as intimidating as Wufei, if such a thing were possible, and appeared to be twice as angry. His cobalt blue eyes fairly snapped with ire, and Ryoga found himself unconsciously backing up against Duo's reassuring warmth. This just had to be Heero.
"Hi, guys," Duo said with an unabashed grin, stretching out lazily on top of the sheet Ryoga was trying to hide under. "We were just waiting for you two and decided to entertain ourselves. Ryoga, you remember Wufei. And this is Heero. Heero, Ryoga."
"Nice to meet you," Heero responded automatically, in a voice completely devoid of warmth, his eyes boring into Duo furiously.
"Uh... my pleasure," Ryoga mumbled, a humiliated blush rising to his cheeks. It was bad enough to be caught naked by Wufei, let alone Heero, but worse to be so obviously in the middle of... what they were in the middle of!
"I believe you were going to verify that this isn't the spy you're looking for?" Duo reminded sweetly, and Ryoga held his breath, certain that Heero was going to explode.
"This isn't the spy," Heero snapped. Wufei glared at Duo and Ryoga, then stalked out of the room without a word. "So, who are you?" Heero asked, his attention finally focusing on Ryoga.
"Hibiki Ryoga," The Lost Boy answered, tactfully not mentioning that he had come from Nerima.
"He's my friend, Heero, and I want to keep him," Duo interrupted, throwing a possessive arm across Ryoga's chest and smiling coyly. "Don't worry, Ryoga, Heero just likes to... be friends with all of my friends." Heero raised an eyebrow quizzically, watching as Duo pulled Ryoga around till the two were facing each other, and gave him a quick kiss. Ryoga lay on his side, staring into wide violet eyes as he felt the weight of the second boy settling on the bed behind him.
"Y-you mean-?" Ryoga stuttered, his astonished question interrupted by another kiss. Duo's hands were stroking his still-hard shaft, and he moaned against the slender boy's mouth. He still hadn't decided whether he wanted to cooperate when he suddenly felt Heero's hands pushing his knees up, and an unmistakably hard, thick member nudging him.
"Mmm-!" Duo kissed Ryoga again, muffling his whimper as Heero very slowly and carefully started pressing forward. Heero's manhood was well-lubricated, but a good deal thicker than Duo's, and it felt to Ryoga as though he was being torn apart.
"Relax," Heero grunted into his ear, and pushed forward a little more. "Breathe." Ryoga squirmed, whimpering, trapped between two wiry bodies. Duo pulled Ryoga's legs until they were wrapped around his hips, and that left Heero all the room he needed. With one slow thrust, Heero drove his manhood as deep as it would go. Ryoga bit his lip, trying not to whine as his body slowly started to adjust. Heero simply waited until the Lost Boy's breathing had evened out and the knotted muscles across his shoulders started to smooth back down. Very slowly and carefully, Heero began to withdraw from Ryoga's tight heat, savoring the sensation as well as the impassioned little groans Ryoga was making.
"You Ok?" Heero asked. Ryoga nodded, and Duo grinned at them both. Heero worked up to a gentle rhythm, and Duo wriggled his way out of Ryoga's tight embrace and dove down to taste his manhood again. Ryoga gasped as Duo's mouth teased his shaft, and the doubled sensation of Duo's mouth loving him and Heero piercing him almost drove him over the brink.
"Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God..." Ryoga whispered, and then Heero hit the spot, the sweet spot, and Ryoga froze, every muscle tense and every nerve on fire. Heero grinned and drove himself in again and again, driving right at that sensitive spot, and Duo drew Ryoga's manhood into his mouth, and it was good, it was too good...
"Oh!" Ryoga cried, his face frozen in a grimace of ecstasy as he came, filling Duo's mouth once again. Heero pumped a few more times, quickly bringing himself to the masterful orgasm he had been holding off. Duo grinned at him, and climbed back into Ryoga's arms, kissing and consoling him.
"Shh, it's Ok, Ryoga," Duo said gently. Heero reached out and rubbed Ryoga's tense shoulders for a few minutes, then got up and went into the bathroom to clean up. "You're not upset, are you?"
"He doesn't even really care who I am," Ryoga whispered, not sure if Duo would understand what he meant.
"Oh, he does care," Duo answered. "Heero doesn't just sleep around, Ryoga. Neither do I, for that matter. Listen, I'll try to explain." Ryoga sat up, wincing a little and then pulling the sheet to cover his lap.
"There are five Gundam pilots in the whole world. We fight together, we often live together, and we sometimes..."
"Sleep together?"
"Sometimes. It's a closed group, though. Each of us has been with most of the others in one way or another, you see, but we've never been with anyone who wasn't a Gundam pilot. Do you see?"
"So that's why Heero's mad at me. I'm an outsider."
"Wufei, too, but it's not really that they're mad at you, or even me. It's just that neither of them deals with surprises well, if you know what I mean."
"And I'm an unwelcome surprise."
"I wouldn't say that," Heero interrupted from the bathroom doorway. "I think you were a very nice surprise."
"Oh... thanks," Ryoga said with a sudden blush.
"No, thank you," Heero answered solemnly. "I'm going to go talk to Wufei. See you soon." And with that, he left. Ryoga stared after him, a little puzzled.
"He's really the strong, silent type," Duo continued. "Anyway, what I was trying to say is that you're a very welcome surprise. You even present something of a mystery for us to try to figure out," he finished with a wink, leaping up off the bed and jauntily making his way to the bathroom, his braid swinging.
"Wanna wash up?" Duo asked with a mischievous grin, and Ryoga smiled and followed him.
"So, there are five of you?" Ryoga asked as he started scrubbing up. Duo nodded in response. "Are the other two like Heero and Wufei?"
"Not at all!" Duo laughed. "You'll just love Quatre, everybody does. He's as sweet as a soul could possibly be. And Trowa... Uh, I forgot to mention that Trowa and Quatre are pretty much exclusive to each other - not that you wouldn't be able to tell by looking at them. They play with the rest of us sometimes, but mostly keep to themselves in the bedroom."
"So they won't, uh..." Ryoga trailed off, blushing again.
"Oh, they might want a piece of you, too," Duo answered with a roguish grin. "They're only human, after all. But I don't want you to think that any of us is casual about this kind of stuff. They'll like you, Ryoga. Heero wouldn't have done anything with you if he didn't already like you. Hey, do you like music?"
"I play guitar."
"You do? That's great! Trowa and Quatre are terrific musicians. You'll get along great with them, you'll see."
"I just don't want you to think that I... that I'm..."
"Cheap?" Duo suggested. Ryoga nodded, his eyes downcast. "We'd never think that of you. I, for one, am thanking my lucky stars I found you. You know, this really started out being a bad day for me."
"That's right, your robot blew up!" Ryoga exclaimed, only now recalling the fate of the machine the "girl" had jumped from.
"Gundam. Please don't call them robots in front of Wufei, Ok?"
"Sorry. Gundam. It blew up?"
"Yup. Had to destroy it, to keep it out of the enemy's hands. Hated to do that." Duo frowned at the memory. "But the point is, now that I've found you, it's turned out to be one of the best days of my life."
"Mine, too," Ryoga said with a bashful smile. "I've never... I've never had friends before, not really. Not like you."
"None at all?"
"Well, there was Ranma. Sort of. We fought a lot, though."
"Why did you fight?"
"He was a jerk," Ryoga said dismissively. "He deserved it." Duo nodded sagely as he rinsed himself off and stepped down into the tub.
"Hey!" Duo said suddenly, "I have an idea. Would you let me do something?"
"Um, I guess," Ryoga answered hesitantly. "Depends on what you want to do, I guess." Instead of answering, Duo leaped up, scattering hot droplets everywhere, and rummaged around in one of the cabinets. With a triumphant cry, he surfaced with an apparatus in his hands. Ryoga peered at it in confusion for a few moments. It looked like a... it looked like an enema bag.
"I don't think so," Ryoga mumbled dubiously.
"Aw, c'mon! You might even like it!" Duo whined, his wide, pleading eyes gazing hopefully up at Ryoga. "C'mon, Ryoga, please?"
"You really are trying to make me die of embarrassment, aren't you?" Ryoga grumbled. Duo took that as all the permission he needed, and immediately started preparing the apparatus.
"This is gonna be fun!" he promised gleefully.
A short time later, a very red-faced Ryoga walked out of the bathroom, clad only in his now-dry boxer shorts. Duo followed him, grinning smugly. The two stopped short as they saw that Heero, Wufei and two other young men were sitting on the freshly made-up bed, obviously waiting on them.
"Have fun?" Heero asked. Duo nodded emphatically, not the least bit abashed, while Ryoga ducked his head a little, his face scarlet, his hands knotting and unknotting anxiously in front of him.
"Yup, he's clean as a whistle now," Duo announced to Ryoga's exponentially-increasing shame. The others weren't laughing, though, just smiling pleasantly.
"Are you going to introduce us, Duo?" a sweet-faced blond boy asked.
"Sorry," Duo said unapologetically. "Everyone, meet Ryoga. Ryoga, you already know Wufei and Heero. Well, you really know Heero," he added with an irrepressible wink as everyone turned to glance at Heero. Heero merely glared unwaveringly at Duo until he continued. "Anyway, this is Quatre and Trowa. And now you know everyone in our little family."
"But he doesn't really know us," Quatre said with a small, mischievous smile.
"Not like he knows Heero," Trowa added, glancing again at the silent Gundam pilot in some surprise, not that he could blame Heero. He couldn't help but notice that Wufei was also looking at Heero, his expression furious.
"Wouldn't you like to know us, Ryoga?" Quatre asked sweetly. "We'd really like to know you."
"Ah... I..." Ryoga stammered, starting to do odd isometric exercises with his hands. Duo nudged him and smiled encouragingly, and Ryoga finally managed to stutter out a simple "yes." Quatre beamed up at him and slowly rose from the bed. Ryoga was a little surprised to see that he was taller than Quatre; somehow he had expected that all the Gundam pilots would be his height or taller.
Quatre stretched up on his toes and kissed Ryoga, a hot, wet kiss that left them both a little weak in the knees. Ryoga felt Quatre pulling him gently, guiding him toward the bed, and the young blond broke off the kiss long enough to climb up onto the bed and beckon. Heero silently left, followed by a glaring Wufei and grinning Duo, who gave Ryoga one final encouraging thumbs-up before ducking out of the room.
Ryoga knelt on the bed beside Quatre, following his lead, and then laid carefully on top of the smaller boy, kissing him tenderly. Ryoga's weight was being supported by his arms, so when Trowa started pulling the Lost Boy's boxers off, he really couldn't do more than widen his eyes in surprise. Quatre gave him an angelic smile.
"Don't worry, Ryoga," the little blond said. "We won't hurt you."
"Just relax and enjoy yourself," Trowa added. Ryoga lifted his hips up to allow Trowa to slide the garment off more easily. Quatre was smiling up at him, so delicately beautiful, and Ryoga couldn't help but give him another hot, gentle kiss. He couldn't begin to understand why or how his heart went out so quickly to Duo and Quatre, but already he'd gladly do anything either of them asked of him. Was it because Quatre's gentle smile reminded him of both Kasumi and Akane? Not good to think about that right now... The thought of Akane sent an achy little stab through his heart, but Quatre was kissing him, his mouth demanding now, his arms wrapping around Ryoga's neck with surprising strength. Ryoga felt Trowa pushing his legs, guiding him until he found himself straddling Quatre's body, his knees spread wide apart.
One of Quatre's small hands stroked down along Ryoga's bare back, while the other gently worked its way between their bodies to caress Ryoga's hardening shaft. Ryoga gave himself over to that kiss, lost in it, slowly starting to move his hips in an unconscious drive as Quatre's small hand closed around his manhood. Trowa gently caressed Ryoga's smooth buttocks, enjoying the Lost Boy's muffled moan of response. As soon as Ryoga's hips started to churn, Trowa bent down and pressed his lips against the small of his back.
Ryoga froze in shock as he felt Trowa's warm, wet lips traveling down the crack of his buttocks. Strong hands pried them apart, and then he felt... his manhood surged forward fully into Quatre's hand, and he felt Trowa's mouth pushing against him from behind, teeth nibbling gently at his secret, hidden opening before Trowa's tongue delved inside. Quatre was smiling up at him, and he realized suddenly that this was why Duo had wanted to wash him out.
Quatre gazed up at Ryoga, knowing from the stunned realization on his face what Trowa was doing. Ryoga's eyes squeezed shut, his face reddening as he whimpered with the pleasure, the nasty thrill of it. Quatre lifted his own hips, rubbing against Ryoga's hardness, his delicate hands still toying with the tip of Ryoga's manhood.
"Trowa," Quatre whispered urgently. "Trowa, I want some." Trowa pulled his face up, smiling the secret smile only Quatre had ever seen, and nodded his approval. He gripped Ryoga's shoulders, urging him to pull up far enough that Quatre was able to squirm out from underneath him. Ryoga sat back on his heels, his manhood pulsing with need as Quatre scampered over to the nightstand, discarding his clothing along the way. Quatre returned with the tube of lubricant, and with a shy smile for Ryoga he bent to kiss the Lost Boy's organ, tasting the little drop of fluid at the tip.
"He's big," the little blond whispered, squeezing a measure of the lube onto his small hands and spreading it over Ryoga's manhood. Ryoga groaned as Quatre liberally greased him with the slippery stuff, his hands sliding over the sensitive flesh with gentle urgency, then turned and went down on all fours in front of him.
"Please, Ryoga?" Quatre said, his pale, upturned rear spread wide. Ryoga glanced back at Trowa, who simply nodded, then moved forward to take his place behind Quatre.
"Are you sure?" he asked simply. Quatre seemed so small and delicate...
"Mm-hmm!" Quatre answered emphatically, moving his hips to bump gently against Ryoga. Ryoga picked up the lube himself, spreading some across his finger and slowly plunging it into the smaller boy's tight entrance. He wondered if he had grunted and squirmed when Duo had done this to him. Quatre thrust his hips backward urgently, and Ryoga finally positioned his manhood, slowly and carefully pressing forward. The feeling of Quatre's tight body slowly opening to him was unlike anything else he had experienced, and Ryoga found that his own pleasure-filled groans echoed those of the fair-haired boy.
Trowa waited until Ryoga had sunk himself into Quatre fully, then placed a hand on the Lost Boy's back, halting him before he could begin to move. He quickly greased his own hungry shaft one-handed, and nudged Ryoga's knees apart. Ryoga gasped in shock as he felt Trowa's manhood slowly opening him, while his own member was still buried deep inside Quatre. Trowa grabbed hold of Ryoga's hips, and pulled them toward him, guiding him, and Ryoga's eyes rolled back in his head at the wild sensation of Trowa's manhood piercing him as Quatre's tight body caressed him on his way out. Within a few moments, Ryoga established a rhythm, and Quatre and Trowa followed his lead, letting him do most of the work.
Ryoga knew he wouldn't last very much longer; the incredible combination of sensation was too much for him. Trowa's long, slender manhood was just hitting the right spot deep inside, and Quatre's tight, lithe body thrashed under him, the ring of muscle clinging to him on each stroke. Ryoga reached around with his still-slick hand and caught Quatre's manhood in a gentle grasp, stroking it and rubbing his palm across the tip. Quatre gave an adorable little gasp, and Ryoga felt the smaller boy's seed spilling out across his hand. Smiling, Ryoga let himself go, his own hot juices flooding into Quatre's body as he groaned with ecstatic relief. Trowa thrust into Ryoga for a few more moments, his long member driving deeper and deeper, till he finally came as well, drooping over Ryoga's muscled back with a contented sigh.
Ryoga pressed a gentle kiss to Quatre's pale shoulder as he slowly withdrew from the boy's heat and lowered himself to the bed beside him. Quatre turned to face him and kissed him again, gently, and Trowa pressed his lips just under Ryoga's ear.
"It's nice to know you," the blond whispered with an impish grin, and Ryoga could feel Trowa nodding agreement behind him.
"My pleasure," Ryoga whispered back, smiling shyly.
"I just don't like it," Wufei snarled for the fifty millionth time, according to Duo's silent count. "We don't even know where he came from. We don't know anything about this guy."
"I know enough about him to like him," Duo answered hotly. Heero merely glanced from one of them to the other, his expression revealing nothing of what he thought. Duo was starting to worry a little, in spite of his earlier reassurances to Ryoga. If Heero decided to vote Wufei's way... "Look, why don't we order some dinner? You can ask him any questions you want to then. At least he'll only have to answer once, instead of having to say everything five times."
"Fine," Wufei snapped, his eyes narrow with ire. "What kind of food do you want?"
After a long debate on the merits of Chinese, American and Indian foods, including a sushi argument that Heero broke up with one snappish command, the three of them decided on Italian food. Duo bounded over to the phone to cheerfully place his order at Mamma Mia's, where he was always guaranteed a good deal. The delivery girl, Rhonda, had been thoroughly charmed the first time she'd met Duo, and he had light-heartedly exploited the attraction ever since. After all, he reasoned, she knew there wasn't anything serious in their little flirtation, and they both ended up happy. A few good-humored jokes here and there, and an occasional stolen kiss for Rhonda, always got him the best possible Italian food with a few extra goodies thrown in.
Trowa and Quatre came out of the bedroom, hand in hand, the smaller boy smiling broadly. Duo stifled a sigh of relief and began to dial the restaurant's number. Those two just had to be willing to side with him instead of Wufei. Duo waited for Ryoga to come out, but there was no sign of the Lost Boy. Rhonda answered the phone, and Duo quickly gave her the order, barely even remembering to be charming. As soon as he hung up the phone, Duo headed straight for the bedroom, where he found Ryoga struggling to remake the bed on his own.
"Silly," Duo said, stepping up to help. Ryoga smiled at him gratefully. "You could have asked for help, you know."
"I didn't want to impose," Ryoga answered sheepishly. "Duo, do you suppose I could borrow some clothes?"
"Oh, I get it," Duo said, efficiently tucking in the sheets on his side of the bed. "You just don't want to be the only one in his shorts. Tell you what, you can borrow my robe and some pajamas. Would that be Ok?"
"You won't need them?"
"Nah, I hardly ever wear them," Duo answered with an unrepentant grin. "Wufei gives me pajamas every birthday and Christmas - I think he's hoping to civilize me. I usually just sleep in my shorts, or nothing."
"Oh," Ryoga said, his cheeks coloring a little at the thought of Duo wearing nothing.
"Here," Duo said, fishing around in the dresser drawers until he found what he was looking for. "Ooh, green is a good color for you, too!"
"Thanks," Ryoga said, ducking into the bathroom to clean himself up and put the clothes on. Luckily, the pajamas were oversized for Duo, and just right for Ryoga. They were high-quality, very soft flannel. Ryoga found himself wondering if Wufei wore flannel pajamas to bed, then had to dismiss the thought. He didn't care what old sour-faced Wufei wore, just as long as he and Ryoga didn't have to cross paths too often. He wouldn't show disrespect to a friend of Duo and Quatre's, but Wufei had better not even try to touch him. He was lucky Ryoga was willing to overlook the earlier incident.
Ryoga stepped out into the living area, surprised to find that Duo, Quatre, Trowa and even Heero were all dressed in pajamas. Wufei still wore his day clothes, and stood scowling against the wall as Ryoga entered.
"We didn't want you to feel weird, being the only one in PJ's," Quatre said, smiling at him warmly. "You don't feel weird, do you, Ryoga?"
"Not really," Ryoga answered, shaking his head in amazement. "Thank you all." In his entire life, nobody had really given that much thought to what he would want or how he might feel. He was so touched by their thoughtfulness, he had to swallow around a sudden lump at his throat in order to muster up a smile for them.
"Rhonda should be here with dinner any time now," Duo informed him cheerfully. "Wanna watch some TV? Or we also have board games. Just don't ever play chess with Heero. He's killed everyone who ever beat him at chess." The others laughed at this pronouncement, but Heero just glared at Duo, and Ryoga wasn't sure whether to take him seriously or not. He'd remember not to play chess with Heero, at any rate.
End Part Three
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