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New year\'s resolution	By : Lisachan Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2016 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Summary: Quatre and Trowa invite
their freinds over to celebrate new year�s day. A little fun should be no
problem before their guests arrive.

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: DIRTY TALK!!!!

Disclaimer: The Gundam Boys are not mine, they�re just free to use my mind as a
hentai playground.

Pairings: 3x4, 1x2

Author�s note: I wrote this for FancyFigures. Because she asked me. After which
she kindly offered to beta read it for me. Thank you FancyFigures!

New
year�s resolution

The hour was 5.53 pm.
New year�s day. Crime Scene: Quatre R.
Winner�s not so humble mansion.

*

At 6 pm sharp, Heero
came to an elegant stop in front of a dark, wooden double front door, followed
by a much less elegant gargle and the rapturous closing of his eyes.

�Duo, that feels so
fucking wonderful, baby� Keep� ah� doing that.�

Colorful Chinese
swearing spluttered from the backseat, and an extremely aggravated Chinese
bolted out of the black Hyundai (with black tinted windows), unable to watch
the shameless flirting and seducing going on in front of him any longer.

�I trust you guys to
park the car?� he grunted, snatching Heero�s door open.

�Yes� Oh yes!� Heero
groaned, as Duo�s hand was doing wonders in his pants.

�Fine!� And the door
slammed shut again. He strode to the door with a purpose. Whether that was to
go lock himself in the bathroom and drown himself in the toilet, or to quench
the little fire in his own groin, was unknown.

He pushed the
doorbell, a rich sound that could be heard even outside.

So then why didn�t
anyone open the door?

He pushed again. Still
nothing. He checked his watch. 6 pm, Quatre had said, and it was 6 pm.

�Come on, open the
damn door, dammit,� Wufei growled, impatiently hopping from one foot to the other.

Happy little screams
and joyful hiccups sounded behind him, and he pushed the doorbell a third time,
this time accompanied by fierce pounding and urgent yelling.

*

The large lounge room
was bathed in a soft orange glow with several atmospheric lights. The gentle
tones of Mozart drifted through the air. The pleasant smell of pop roast in the
oven floated from the kitchen. On the table were six glasses, a silver,
ice-filled bucket to keep the champagne cold, and a tray of little, puff pastry
party snacks.

Against that table,
there was the occasional knocking of a bare foot, making the crystal glasses
stagger dangerously on their delicate feet. Next to that table, a leather couch
was creaking with a suspiciously rhythmical timbre.

�Fuck me, Trowa��
Quatre grunted, clutching at Trowa�s shoulders for purchase, his knees dug in
the pillows as his hips rocked up and down Trowa�s lap. �Ahn� baby��

�Our guests�� Trowa
tried to say, but was silenced by Quatre�s hungry mouth on his own.

�What about our
guests,� Quatre hissed, biting Trowa�s bottom lip.

�They� will be
arriving shortly.� Only seven more minutes, the hands of the antique clock
against the wall told him, before they were due to arrive. And he knew that
Heero was never late.

Quatre smirked against
Trowa�s lips. �Don�t be such a sissy. You�re so hard. You can�t possibly open
the door with a raging hard on poking in your pants. We have to do something
about that. Now come on, move your hips.� He let his head fall back, and leaned
back a bit to give his lover a nice view through his open shirt. He knew he
couldn�t resist that.

Trowa bit his lip as
pressure was added to his cock. Looking in front of him, he saw the taut planes
of Quatre�s chest and abs. That ice pudding they had in the freezer for dessert
would look so good on him right now. He wanted to smear it open all over him.
�Ohh� Little one��

At once Quatre�s head
veered up again. �Do *not* call me �little one�,� he growled. �I am *not*
little.� And he jerked Trowa�s left hand from where it was resting possessively
on his hip and made him feel his cock, long and pink. �Don�t you remember our
little game from the other night?�

�Game?�

�Of course you
remember. Although you�re trying to forget.� A warm, wet tongue darted out
against Trowa�s ear. �Because you weren�t happy with the result.� Quatre�s
voice was starting to take on a slightly victorious tone at that moment.
�Because mine��

�Don�t you dare say
it!� Trowa hissed.

Laughing, Quatre
looked his lover in the eye, challenging. �Because mine is bigger than yours.
And *that*, you can�t stomach.�

�Why, you dirty little
prick�� Trowa growled, and he tightened his grip on Quatre�s hips, red
fingerprints marking the delicate skin. �You�re such a bad boy, aren�t you?�

�Yes, very bad,�
Quatre nodded, eagerly bouncing on Trowa�s lap. �Punish me, Trowa. Ah� Been so
bad� Punish me!�

Trowa groaned as
Quatre�s decadent enthusiasm got him so worked up, and he lifted his
boyfriend�s hips, to slam them back down hard on his cock.

�Fuck! Trowa!� Quatre
cried.

�Yes. �Fuck�. That�s
what you want, don�t you?� Trowa�s teeth grazed a path along Quatre�s baby soft
neck, luminous with sweat, up to softly bite his earlobe. �Do you love me,
Quatre?�

�Uhn� Yes.�

�Do you adore me?�

�I do! I adore you! I
worship you! Trowa��

�You�re lying.�

�I�m not,� Quatre
breathed. �I� worship you, Trowa��

�No you don�t. You
worship my *cock*.� Trowa punctuated that last word with a hard thrust up
Quatre�s tight channel, hitting Quatre�s prostate. Quatre cried out. His knee
slid from the cushions, and his foot banged against the edge of the table.

�Yes, but� Trowa� It�s
*your* cock, and� That�s why I worship *you*.�

�Always good with
explanations, aren�t you, my little whore.�

�Whore, me?�

�Yes you. Who else
would want to fuck me ten minutes before we have people over the house?�

�You were eager
enough. You were hard as a rock.�

�What do you expect,
after your little stunt.�

�If you�re talking
about that lap dance, you seemed to enjoy every minute of it.�

Trowa grunted in
annoyance. That was true, and the little devil knew it. He was irresistible
when he started dancing in that sensual way, swaying his cute ass above his
thighs, running his hands over his slender body, taking a bit of clothing
along, but not revealing everything. Looking at him with those horny eyes,
pouting his lush kissable lips.

He was irresistible
now, his cute ass impaled on his cock, hands clawing at his shirt, the eyes those
of a whore, craving release, lips red and swollen from urgent kisses. He made
him lose all control when he was like this. He was the embodiment of sex, and
he didn�t even have to try.

�T‑Trowa� Don�t
stop�� Quatre�s pace was speeding up, and he clenched his muscles to encourage
his lover. �I don�t think I� can hold myself any longer. Touch me, Trowa!�

�Ask nice, you whore.�

�In your dreams, you
fuck toy! I�ll do it myself!� Quatre squeezed a hand in between their stomachs,
and quickly stroked himself. �Oh yeah! So nice��

Suddenly a melodious
sound chimed through the house.

�They�re here,� Trowa
hissed. �Get off.� Pun not intended.

�No� Wanna cum first.
So close, Trowa. Just a bit� ah� more!� Quatre whimpered, softly biting Trowa�s
freshly shaven chin.

�Quatre, get off now!�

�Doesn�t it turn you
on? To know that they�re waiting outside, while we�re in here, doing� Ah�
Yeah!�

It didn�t seem like
Quatre was planning on obeying before he�d got things his way. Thus, Trowa
started thrusting his hips with vigor. After all, he was pretty desperate to
come himself too. �Come for me, my beautiful whore.�

�Yes! Talk to me like
that! I�m your whore, I�m your slut! I�ll do whatever you want.� As long as it
resulted in a spectacular climax, of course.

The doorbell rang a
second time.

�Trowa� I�m cumming�
Ah� Aah�� And with a squeeze of Trowa�s hands on Quatre�s bare ass, and a tug
of his own hand on his cock, Quatre tipped gloriously over the edge.

Trowa groaned as
Quatre contracted around him, and with a sound coming from deep within, he shot
his seed inside of his lover.

�Gods, Trowa. That
was��

�No time for sweet
aftertalk, dammit. We have guests waiting at the door.� Trowa unceremoniously
threw his demanding boyfriend on the couch and straightened, wincing as he
noticed a wet patch on his once immaculate shirt. He cursed and, grabbing for
the vest of his tux, hastened to the door.

�You asshole!� Quatre
yelled behind him in mock anger. �How dare you leave me here like this! You�re
supposed to hold me, and bask in the afterglow with me!� he said, while he
dramatically sprawled out on the couch with a hand over his forehead.

�Quatre, stop acting
so childishly!� Trowa hissed, while he adjusted his vest, making sure the stain
was covered. �Get your pants on, move your ass over here and play the perfect
host.�

Again, the bell rang,
and someone was apparently trying to bang his way through the door.

�Ah, you�re no fun,�
Quatre whined, but did as he was told anyway. For once. He slipped on a sunny
smile and opened the door, stepping aside as Wufei literally fell in.

�That was about time,�
Wufei complained. �What the hell took you so long?�

�Eh� Please, do come
in, Wufei,� Quatre said with a confused smile. �What�s the rush?�

Wufei didn�t answer.
His delicate nose had immediately picked up on something. The elusive smell of
fresh cum. He brushed past Quatre with a simple, but obvious statement.

�Animals.�

Trowa coughed
discreetly. �I don�t know what you�re talking about, Wufei.�

�Your fly�s open,
Barton.�

�Shit.� Trowa quickly
zipped up his pants, and waved a hand to Quatre. �Will you take Wufei�s coat,
little one.�

There was a short silence. Trowa looked up to see
why, and saw Quatre glaring at him, slowly stalking over to him.

�I am going to hurt you,� Quatre said with a
threatening finger.

�Oh, are you? Are you going to *hurt* me,
*little* one?� Trowa teased, while he tugged the hips of his slender lover
close to his.

�Uhu. So much. You are going to *beg* for
mercy.�

Wufei cleared his throat. �I�ll be in the�
ahem� yeah� lounge room� Right.� He turned on his heels, seeking safety in the
adjoining room. He made himself comfortable
on the couch. Funny, it creaked a bit. He would have expected better from a couch
whose comfort and style had always been personally � and enthusiastically -
extolled by Quatre. Taking a snack off
the tray, he waited until the other two were� done. Which was,
surprisingly, relatively quickly.

�Where are Duo and
Heero?� Quatre asked, as he glided into the lounge room.

�I left them to park
the c��

Honk honk.

All three fell silent.
Then Trowa spoke again.

�What the hell was
that?�

�It sounded like the
horn of a car,� Quatre said, moving to the window. �And it�s coming from in
front of the house.� He moved aside the net curtain and curiously peered
through the window, soon joined by two other pairs of eyes. �Isn�t that Heero�s
car? Why is it rocking like that?�

�Damn impossible to
see anything with those black windows,� Trowa cursed.

�Oh� I think I might
know�� Wufei peeped.

Honk� Honk honk.

�Let�s go see,� Trowa
suggested.

�I agree,� Quatre
nodded.

�No wait!�

*

Quatre approached the
car with a little wariness in his eyes, his entire attitude in fact, like it
might pounce on him any moment. Trowa was right behind him. For backup. The
thing kept on merrily honking away. There were funny noises coming from the
inside too, apart from the honking. He gingerly reached for the handle.

�Quatre, I wouldn�t
open that door, if I were you!� Wufei still tried to warn him. But it was too
late, and Quatre roughly pulled the door open.

�Holy mother of
fucking god!� the blonde yelled.

Wufei stared,
perplexed at the innocent looking boy�s language. Then he stared some more, but
no longer at Quatre.

�Now, *those* are
animals,� Trowa said.

The two boys in the
car were seemingly oblivious of the fact that they were being watched. They
reminded Quatre and Trowa much of the position they had been in a few minutes
ago. The honking, that was due to Duo�s ass being pounded down on the wheel
every now and then.

�What do you like,
Heero?� Duo hissed in Heero�s ear. �Come on, tell me. What do you like?�

�*This*,� Heero
growled.

Ah, always a man of few
words. �This? What is �this�, Heero? What am I doing?�

�I�� Pant pant. �I
like it when you� oh� ride my cock like this� Nice and hard.�

�You want it harder?
Huh? Harder, you bitch?�

�Yes, harder! You
control me, Duo! Make me come, and make it good.�

*You control me*?,
three at the moment seriously stupefied minds wondered. It was then that they
noticed that Duo had somehow managed to maneuver the seat belt around and over
Heero�s thighs and the car seat, restraining Heero�s legs enough so he couldn�t
move his hips. And thus was left to Duo�s mercy.

�Ride me, baby.
Please�� Heero whimpered. �I wanna cum so badly��

�Uhn� You make me so
hot when you talk to me like that, Heero. Fuck, I�m close,� Duo groaned, and
moved his hips faster.

�Don�t you dare come
before me, you prick. I�ll have no other stimulation.�

�And what would you do
if I did?�

�You can count on
severe punishment. And it�s *always* such a joy to punish you.�

�Then maybe I should
just��

�NO! Please� I beg of
you. You like hearing me beg, don�t you?�

�Yes, my dirty slut.
You can beg very nicely.�

�Are we having fun?�

The three ogling boys
jumped, as long arms were slung over their shoulders.

�Dammit, Zechs!� Wufei
muttered. �Damn silent engines nowadays. Don�t ever hear them coming.�

�No, but you hear
*them* coming,� Quatre chuckled, nodding towards the rocking car.

Zechs smiled, and
kissed his lover sweetly on the lips. �Hi sweetie.�

�Hey handsome,� Wufei
smiled in return.

�So. And what are your
new year�s resolutions,� Zechs beamed.

Trowa sidled up close
behind his boyfriend and squeezed his ass with a significant wink of the eye.
�Take a wild guess.�

End

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