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Voice of Death	By : Diane Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1785 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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.

Chapter List
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Author: Diane Rainwater

Pairings: You�ll see

Warnings:
Yaoi, lemon, and other things I don�t want to give away. Let�s just say expect a little of
everything. Don�t read if you think
you�ll be offended. If you are offended,
flame away, but remember the little fairy said you shouldn�t read this. This is AU.

Rating:
NC-17

Disclaimer: I don�t own anything involving Gundam Wing
and I make no profit from this story.
Yes this makes me sad, but there�s nothing I can do about it except
borrow the characters and make them do wicked things because it amuses me.

Notes:
Many thanks to Marlenus, my beta. I love
you, hon, and thank you so much for your help.

Voice of Death

The stadium was totally crowded. A quick glance from behind the curtain showed
Duo a sea of excited young women and a handful of slightly disgruntled
boyfriends. The band was a popular
heartthrob among the ladies and even a few men.
Duo had to look carefully for those few.
They were more sedate than the women, but excitement still thrummed
through them. The entire crowd kept
glancing at the stage where a tall blonde with waist length hair checked each
of the instruments and microphones.

Zechs worked hard for the band and
part of his job involved getting the crowd warmed up. He never spoke to the crowd, never screamed,
or said things like �Are you ready to rock?�
Zechs warmed up the crowd by simply being seen. His black jeans were worn but the fit was
perfect. They cupped the perfect curves
of his derri�re and accented the bulge between his legs. He swayed on the stage, sending the curtain
of blond swirling, and he bent over more often and farther than necessary. He was beautiful and the crowd loved it.

Duo pulled his head back from the
curtained doorway. Treize, their
manager, wanted the boys to make an entrance.
He said it added to their stage presence when �so much sexy male flesh
erupts on stage.� The boys couldn�t help
laughing in his face. Well two had
laughed, two had smiled, and the fifth has sputtered and complained about being
described so unjustly. They still took
his advice.

Energy had already started rushing
through Duo�s body. He bounded over to a
muscled, shaggy haired, blue-eyed boy.
Heero was spinning two drumsticks in his fingers. He was mentally preparing himself for the
show and going over every thing. The
plan had to be perfect and memorized, every detail expected and prepared before
the show. Duo grinned and his hand shot
out to take possession of one of the black sticks. Heero stopped spinning the other stick to
glare at the long braided, violet-eyed boy.

�Come on, Heero. You know it�s
tradition.� Duo�s grin was mischievous
as he leaned toward Heero. Heero sighed
and leaned toward Duo. He learned long
ago that there was no arguing with Duo about this. Heero wasn�t sure he believed the ideas
behind the ritual, but he knew it was important. Duo was careful to avoid the microphone that
was hanging from Heero�s ear. He was the
only band member not already wearing one of the tiny mics. The boys kissed and pulled back.

�Good luck, Wing.�

�Good luck, Shinigami.�

Duo handed back the stick and moved
to the silent, uni-banged boy standing far to Heero�s left. He opened his eyes and a single piercing
green eye caught Duo�s. He leaned down
and kissed Duo without complaint. Such a
waste of effort would never occur to Trowa.

�Good luck, Masked.�

�Good luck, Death.�

The twitching, clearly excited,
blue-eyed boy sitting next to Trowa shook his blond hair from his eyes. He was perhaps the only other band member who
enjoyed Duo�s tradition. Not because he
enjoyed the small, chaste kiss, but because of all it meant and stood for. It also didn�t hurt that he was getting a
contact high from the braided boy�s excitement.
Quatre was shorter than the boy next to him so Duo had to straighten his
head to kiss him.

�Good luck, Empathy.�

�Good luck, Death.�

Duo had to search a bit for the
fifth and final member of the band. He
often tried to hide in the hope that Duo would pass over him. Duo�s eyes picked the black haired,
black-eyed Asian boy out of the shadows.
The hall they stood in created several, especially in the corner where
he stood. Once the ritual had started,
there could be no words except the wishes.
Wufei had to tell Duo with his eyes how unjust he thought the ritual
was. Duo smiled and walked up to
Wufei. Their lips had barely touched
when Wufei pulled back.

�Good luck, Dragon.�

�Good luck, Death.�

With a happy sigh, Duo turned and
looked at the entire band. �Now that you�ve
all kissed Death, a concert should be easy.�
They all sighed when the tradition was completed without incident. The one time they�d failed to finish before
going on stage, a mob of homophobic religious fanatics had stormed the
stage. Thankfully, the band wasn�t
seriously injured because each member had learned to protect himself during
their young lives. Several of the
fanatics had been seriously injured though.

Zechs came through the curtain and
paused. He knew about their tradition of
kissing Death before a show and didn�t want to interrupt. Duo and Quatre smiled and he relaxed.

�Everything�s ready for you. The crowd is already hot. They seemed to like this shirt.� Zechs wore a tight black t-shirt that clung
to his well-muscled chest and arms.
White letters stood out clearly on the back declaring the band�s name.

Voice of
Death

�Let me give you boys a once over
and let�s get you out there.� Zechs
moved to Heero first and tugged the leather straps that made the tank-top
shirt. The top was nothing except black
leather and silver buckles. The black
leather continued down his legs. His
pants might have been real pants, but they left even less to the imagination
than Zechs�s jeans.

With a nod, Zechs move to Duo. Zechs ran his hands over the red, extra small
top. The shirt covered Duo�s shoulders
and chest, but left a foot of skin to his belly button bare. The extra long mesh shirt he wore over the
top shadowed his skin, but didn�t hide it.
His black pants were low slung and left an inch of perfect abs visible
under his navel.

Duo smiled hotly at Zechs. It was almost more of a leer. Zechs�s hands had their desired affect on
Duo. They�d found the hotter Duo was before
a show, the better everything went. Duo reached up and pressed his lips hard
against the blonde�s. It wasn�t part of
the ritual, but Duo was worked up and he knew Zechs wouldn�t complain. He missed the growl coming from Heero.

�Good luck, Death.�

Zechs pulled away and moved toward
Trowa. Trowa wore simple black slacks
and an airy green silk shirt that match his eyes. Zechs pushed at the hair covering the boy�s
face, smiled, and let it fall back into place.
Trowa pulled a soft latex mask from where it was tucked in his
waistband. He slid the joker mask over
his face so he seemed to alternate between a smile and a straight face as his
hair hid one side and then the other.

The tall blonde turned and looked
down to regard the much smaller one.
Quatre�s outfit was perhaps even more sexual than Heero�s straps. He wore a shimmering almost pink top with
three quarter length sleeves and a loose neckline that pooled around his neck
and down his chest. The little blonde�s
hairless legs were bare up to the middle of his thighs where the hem of a
ruffled blue skirt fluttered. The color
was perfect to bring out the color of his eyes.

Zechs smiled at Quatre. �Perfect as always, little one.� Quatre beamed and spun to make the skirt
dance up and away from his legs. Pure white
cotton panties would have been visible if he�d spun a little faster. With white socks and black Mary Janes, Quatre
looked like the perfect - clearly male - schoolgirl.

Wufei had come out of the corner by
now. The boy�s attitude had clearly
changed since Zechs had entered the room.
He stood with this eyes glued to the floor while Zechs approached. The blonde ran his hands over the white
Chinese style jacket. With full sleeves
and buttons up to his neck, the matching black leather collar and wrist straps
were completely hidden. Zechs let his
hands stray all over the Chinese boy�s body.
It was nothing like how he touched Duo.
Zechs�s eyes glittered like a predator�s and his touch was extremely
possessive. Wufei nearly moaned under
the attention. His head fell back when
Zechs brushed each of his nipples. Zechs�s
mouth came down to claim the Chinese boy�s and his tongue pushed inside. Zechs let his hand wander down Wufei�s body
until it rubbed against the growing bulge barely hidden by the nearly see
through material of Wufei�s baggy white pants.

Wufei moaned and pressed harder
into Zechs�s hand. His hands were
tangled in the front of the blonde�s black t-shirt. The kissing and rubbing were making Wufei�s
mind and body melt into supple puddles.

The sexual energy that had already
charged the room was now palpable.
Normally, people would turn away from such a private display, but that
just wasn�t the case with these boys.
Each had his eyes glued to the pair.
Trowa had moved behind Quatre and slipped a hand up the small blonde�s
skirt. His hand rubbed Quatre through
the now too tight, white panties. Quatre
flushed and rubbed against the hardness pressed against his back. Trowa panted in his ear.

Duo was rubbing against Heero�s
hard thigh. Heero�s right hand caressed
Duo�s writhing body, felt the way the muscles tensed and rippled. His other hand found Trowa�s and their
fingers tangled and squeezed. Each tried
to find strength in the other. They
wanted little more than to capture their partners and release the tension.

When Zechs felt the boy in his arms
and the boys watching had reached their limits of control, he pulled away. Wufei whimpered and nearly fell to his knees
to convince and beg Zechs to continue. �Show time, Death.�

The words were a command and a
release. Duo grinned and the dark look
in his eyes burned like the fire of the underworld. His turned from Heero so quickly his braid
whipped around and snapped Heero in the face.
The sting on his cheek seemed to wake the boy and he tugged on Trowa�s
arm. The green-eyed boy snaked his arm
out of Quatre�s panties, making the smaller boy whimper. With a small shake to clear his head, the
blue-eyed boy joined the line heading toward the curtain.

Zechs pushed Wufei after the other
boys. Now that they were worked up, the
show would be awesome. Their performance
was always better when they started at a sexual peak. The crowd always went wild and extra security
had to restrain the crazed fans.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The boys exploded on the stage and the screaming
crowd surged forward. Duo slid up to the
microphone stand and caressed it like a lover.
Heero sat behind his massive drum set and spun his sticks again. He had to adjust his pants before he could
settle. Trowa adjusted the strap of his
bass guitar over his shoulder and moaned when the back pressed against his
hardness. Quatre stroked the keys of one
of his keyboards. Three of them were
arranged around his spot on stage left.
Wufei joined the band and took up his guitar. He had to slowly settle the instrument
because his loose pants did nothing to hold back the affects of Zechs�s
attention.

Despite three
of the boys hiding behind instruments, the crowd clearly saw their arousals
when they walked on stage. This was just
the start of the sexually charged show.
There was a very good reason there was a very strict age requirement to
enter the show. Three of the boys had to
fake birth records and the remaining two had to doctor their actual
records. Just one more
crime to add to their lists.

Duo didn�t scream or do anything to make the crowd
hotter. The glimpses of three very
aroused boys and the still clearly aroused Duo and Quatre had the crowd worked
up enough. Instead Quatre started
playing the opening of one of their most popular songs and the rest of the band
joined him. Duo tore the mic from the
stand and started dancing. The way he
moved was blatantly sexual and hands caressed his own super heated body. When he started singing, the crowd and the
band members were lost in the sexual imagery and lyrics. Every song was about sex; the fierce passionate
kind, the slow and sensual, the dirty and controlling, and everything else went
into the music. Duo sang about heat,
caresses, worship, kisses, love bites, tangled sheets, cuffs, feathers, and
hinted at darker and kinkier things. The
other boys would lend their voices in support from time to time, but it was
mostly Duo�s voice seducing the audience.

While he was singing, Duo danced across and around
the stage. He rubbed up against each of
his band mates. He�d often moan into the
microphone, letting the crowd hear his pleasure from touching the other
boys. He never let the sexual tension
slacken. Instead he pulled it
tighter. As they neared the breaking
point and the end of the show, Duo gave the crowd something special to build up
even higher to the end of the show. When
Duo would dance behind Heero, he would undo the straps of his top. Wufei received a similar treatment as the
buttons of his jacket were undone. At
the beginning of the song before the finale, Wufei�s jacket was held closed by
the very top button and the shoulder strap of his guitar while Heero�s top was
held on by a buckle over each shoulder.
Duo unbuckled the strap over Heero�s right shoulder so the top hung
crooked and barely covered his chest.
Duo kept singing about stripping his lover while he seemed confused
about which boy to strip fist. It was an
act, but Duo was incredibly convincing.
The crowd was screaming suggestions.
Wing and Dragon were equally mixed from the crowd.

Duo finally grinned that devil�s
smile and gestured for Trowa to help him.
Quatre played on while Duo sang more softly and Trowa unhooked the strap
and pulled the guitar from the visibly trembling Chinese boy. No one noticed him re-hook the strap because
Duo was stalking Wufei. When the lyrics
paused he reached up and unbuttoned the last button. The jacket slid from Wufei�s shoulders and
fell to the stage floor. The crowd
gasped at Wufei�s bare chest and the now visible collar and cuffs. The D shaped rings at his neck and wrists
glittered in the stage lighting.

After giving the crowd a moment to stare at Wufei,
Trowa slid the strap over his neck. The
guitars joined the music again as Duo approached the band�s drummer. Where Wufei had kept his head submissively
down, Heero stared after Duo. His eyes
were glued to the perfect lips singing Duo�s desire his lover�s body. The crowd had started chanting, �Wing! Wing!� Heero set down his sticks and stood to accept
Duo. He stood facing the crowd, but
turned his head to watch Death stalk him.
Duo stood beside Heero and finished the chorus. The mic was then turned off and tucked into a
loop on the back of his pants. His hands
glided down Heero�s arms and the spot where they stood slowly rose into the air
a few feet. Treize demanded that special
feature for their shows. He wanted to
make things a little more exciting this way.

Heero turned back to the audience. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes were wild,
and it was very clear that he was aroused.
Duo nuzzled the exposed boy�s neck, taking the other boy�s scent deep
into his lungs. Heero titled his head to
the side while Duo worked the strap on his shoulder. Duo stepped back as the top fell to the ground
in pieces. The crowd gasped when Heero�s
chest was exposed. The stage lights
glittered on the spiked barbells in his nipples and on the handful of tiny
white scars crisscrossing his entire torso.

Duo ran his hands over the newly exposed skin and
the audience surged again. Heero let his
head fall back against Duo�s shoulder.
Duo nibbled and then bit hard into Heero�s offered neck. The mix of pleasure and pain made the
blue-eyed boy moan. The audio guys had
turned up the sensitivity and volume for the headset Heero wore so everyone
could hear the deep moan and following whimpers. Duo continued sucking and nibbling Heero�s
neck. His hands continued rubbing over
Heero�s chest and flicking on the barbells.

Duo moved his hands up and tugged on Heero�s chin
until he turned his back to the audience.
They gasped again at the perfectly tattooed wings on Heero�s shoulder
blades. They seemed to move as the boy
wrapped his arms around Duo�s body. Duo
rubbed his hands over the other boy�s leather clad cheeks. They pulled each other closer and shared a
steaming demanding kiss. They had to be
careful of the mic, but they still enjoyed the taste of each other. The crowd ate up the display. They screamed for more but the boys pulled
away panting.

The platform lowered while Duo ran his hand over the
throbbing between Heero�s hips. Duo
pushed the other boy onto his seat, took the mic out of the strap, turned it
on, and danced back to the middle of the stage.
Duo sang the chorus one more time and then the music slid into the start
of the final song. Duo sang the first
line, the first challenge of the song.
�If you want me, come take me.�
The lights clicked off and the stage went silent. A few people in the crowd screamed in fear,
others cheered.

When the lights came back on, the crowd gasped and
stared at the transformed lead singer.
The tank and mesh shirt were replaced by a black button up shirt with
ruffles. His hair had been unbound and
it cascaded down his back to his knees.
A headset replaced the mic and stand.

The music started again and Duo danced around the
stage singing, rubbing against the other boys, and challenging them to take
what they wanted if they dared. Even
little Quatre had to play on as Duo caressed his front and back under his
skirt.

Slowly, the posture of the band changed. They straightened and acted more aggressive
when Duo came near. Trowa�s mask seemed
to change from a smiling joker to a sneering letch. Heero was the first to growl and put down his
sticks. Trowa and Wufei signaled for
someone to take the guitars. Quatre
smashed his hands into the keys and approached Duo. The longhaired singer stumbled through the
last lines of the song as the band circled him.

Trowa slipped around him and grasped his left arm
while Wufei grasped the right. Duo was
panting into the mic now and his eyes were wild. �H-hey guys. What� what�s going on?� Duo really sounded panicked. Quatre dropped to his knees in front of the
singer making his skirt flutter up to reveal the white panties. The blonde ran his hands up and down Duo�s
legs while he looked up at him. Quatre
looked like the perfect angel. Heero had
reached Duo�s back, seemingly unnoticed.
Heero growled loudly into the headset and the entire stadium shook with
the noise. Heero hooked his fingers in
the back of Duo�s collar while Quatre reached up for the front. Trowa and Wufei tangled their fingers in
Duo�s sleeves. With four growls from the
band members and a gasp from the singer, the shirt was torn to shreds.

Duo stood on
stage surrounded by four gorgeous boys.
The light glittered on the white scars covering his torso. Far more than the scars on
Heero. Burn scars, scratch marks,
knife scars, and others covered his chest and stomach. Heero threw his piece of the shirt to the
floor, wrapped his hand in Duo�s hair, and forced the boy�s head and body
around. The crowd was horrified at the
sight of Duo�s back, but surged forward again.
Heero smashed his lips against Duo�s, forcing his way into the captured
boy�s mouth. Quatre ran his hands over
Duo�s presented backside and even kissed his cheeks. Trowa and Wufei traced the scars lining Duo�s
back down to where they disappeared into Duo�s pants.

Heero pulled Duo�s head back and then moved to speak
to the crowd over Duo�s shoulder. �He�s
ours.� Duo whimpered and the stage went
black again. The crowd was sad to see it
mostly empty when the lights came back on.
Several pairs of shoes, Duo�s pants, Trowa�s mask, Quatre�s shirt, and
the other discarded clothes left a trail leading off stage. Several people cheered and called for an
encore. Others turned and started toward
the exit. They knew �Voice of Death�
never performed an encore, never came back for a bow, never
signed autographs. Once they left the
stage, the show was over.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Well, maybe the show wasn�t over. The public just wasn�t allowed to see the
second act. Special security, hand
selected by Treize, cleared a path from the stage to the greenroom. They stayed in the hall outside, but kept
away from the door. Sally and Noin were
not the average bodyguards. Being young and
female made them perfect for the job.
They didn�t draw attention and the boys felt comfortable with them.

The women straightened as Treize entered the
hall. Dorothy and Relena trailed behind
him discussing the boys� wardrobes and the affects on the audience. Treize wasn�t listening to the young
women. His mind was already in the
greenroom. His sandy brown hair was
perfect, but his blue eyes were as wild as Heero�s at the end of their
performance.

The girls stopped beside Sally and Noin. They had taken a position on either side of
the hall. Treize brushed right past
them. His right hand was tearing the tie
from his neck when the other was opening the door. The girls blushed furiously at the sounds
that spilled out before Treize closed the door behind him.

Relena and Dorothy looked at each other before
taking off down the hall in a swirl of blond.
They ran back the way they came and outside to one of the two waiting
tour buses.

Hilde was sitting at the table flipping through an
automotive magazine. She jumped when
Relena and Dorothy came bursting through the door. They ran to the back already pulling clothes
from each other. �Show was that good,
huh? I can�t wait for Noin to be
released from duty.� The second sentence
was said more to herself as she put the auto magazine
away and pulled out one about sex positions for women. She chuckled as moans started coming from the
back of the bus.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Back in the greenroom, Treize paused in the doorway
to take in the erotic scene before him.
Wufei was bent over the table in the center of the room. He faced away from the door so Treize had a
perfect view of Zech�s fingers sliding into the smaller Chinese boy. Wufei gripped the edges of the table and
pushed back against the blonde�s hand.
Zechs stroked himself and looked up at Treize. The older man unbuttoned his shirt while his
eyes slid to the right to take in the rest of the room. In the far corner, Trowa was stretched out on
the couch with Quatre settled over his body.
Quatre still wore the skirt and socks.
Everyone else had stripped out of their remaining clothes and thrown
them to the floor. The boys were licking
and nearly swallowing each other.
Trowa�s lubed fingers were just starting to brush his angel�s entrance.

In the corner next to the couch and so close to the
door Treize could almost touch him, Heero sat in a
plush chair. Duo was on his knees with
his face buried in Heero�s lap. The
shaggy haired boy had his eyes closed and his head thrown back. His hands were tangled in Duo�s long hair and
he used it to pull the kneeling boy�s head back and forth. �I�ll teach you not to tease me like that
again,� growled Heero. Duo could only
respond by pressing his tongue harder against Heero�s length.

�Lube.� It was a command directed at Trowa who
stretched over his head to hand the bottle to Heero. He in turn thrust it at Duo. Violet eyes locked with blue and the sight of
Duo�s bobbing head and the way his throbbing passion disappeared into Duo�s
perfect mouth were almost too much.
�Hurry, Duo.� Duo took the bottle
and started preparing himself. He moaned
as his fingers slipped inside and the vibrations traveled right through
Heero. Heero moaned louder and thrust
up, deeper into Duo�s mouth.

Treize threw off his tie and shirt, and his belt and
pants were quick to follow. He looked
back to Zechs and Wufei. The blonde had
pulled Wufei up and turned him around.
Wufei now sat on the edge of the table with his legs spread wide. All he wore were the collar and wristbands. Treize licked his lips at the glorious
display. He snapped a command for the
lube and Duo tossed it over his shoulder in the direction of the voice. Treize had to reach to snag it from the air.

Zechs slid between the Chinese boy�s legs and looked
over his shoulder to plead for Treize to hurry.
The older man was quick to comply with the plea. He prepared the blonde and his own arousal as
quickly as possible. Zechs was soon
moaning louder than Wufei. Zechs removed
his fingers and slid into Wufei�s body with one quick thrust. The blonde was angled perfectly to hit just
the right spot and electricity sizzled up Wufei�s spine. Stars exploded behind his eyes. Treize also removed his fingers with a
whimper from the blonde that was overpowered by the moan caused by Treize
entering him. Wufei moaned and wrapped
his arms around Zechs�s neck as the blonde was pushed deeper. Treize pressed his lips against Zechs�s neck
while he was fiercely kissing Wufei.
They paused and tasted each other because the younger males needed a
moment to relax and adjust.

In the corner, Quatre lifted his head away from his
lover. �Please, Trowa. I can�t take anymore. Trowa, I need you.� The smaller boy�s voice trembled with
need. Unable to refuse his lover
anything, Trowa released Quatre, sat up, and helped the smaller boy to kneel
over his lap. Quatre kissed his
green-eyed lover and positioned his body over Trowa�s aching member. Trowa pulled back to look into the blonde�s
glazed, unfocused eyes. �Are you sure
you�re ready, my angel?� Quatre answered
by lifting his skirt and impaling himself on Trowa. Trowa was always careful to prepare the other
boy and stretch him as much as possible.
Quatre was never patient when it came to finally feeling his lover
inside his body. Both boys cried out at
the sudden pleasure and the others turned to take in the sight of delicate
Quatre pushing himself up and down in Trowa�s lap. The other boy clung to his hips as pleasure
sent him flying and gasping. The
movements were slow and deliberate, but oh so sweet.

Heero snapped his attention back to the boy between
his legs. �Get off your knees and bend
over this chair now.� Heero pushed Duo
away from him and stood up. Duo crawled
up into the chair with his knees barely on the cushion and his cheek pressed
against the back. The way his backside
was presented, Heero couldn�t resist anymore.
He pressed his length between Duo�s perfect curves. Duo gasped and moaned at the feeling of such
hard flesh pressing against his skin. He
tried to press back against Heero, but the standing boy�s hand came down hard
on Duo�s wiggling behind. Duo gasped and
jerked. �I�ll tease you as long as I
please.� Heero rubbed his tip against
Duo�s entrance.

Duo took a deep breath and started begging. �Please, Heero. I really need you. Heero, please I can�t stand this
anymore. Heero, I need to feel you
inside me. I need you to take
ohhhh.� Duo�s pleading was cut short as
Heero trust into his body. �Oh Heero! You feel
so good. Heero, I love you. Harder, Heero. Please, Heero. I can�t wait.� The ordering continued and became louder and
more graphic. His voice shook, but it
grew in strength as it grew in volume.
He was almost ordering Heero and Heero followed every command.

Treize loved listening to the other boys almost as
much as he enjoyed hearing the cries of his lover and his dragon. The three struggled for a few moments before
they found their rhythm. Wufei was
pressed into the table with his aching arousal pinned between his body and
Zechs. Zechs thrust into Chinese boy as
Treize thrust into him. Positioned
between the young dragon and the older man, Zechs wasn�t going to be able to
last long. He listened for the cues in
Treize�s breathing. He was panting into
the blonde�s ear and occasionally kissing his neck or shoulder. Treize�s hands grasped Zechs�s hips firmly.

When Zechs felt the grip tighten and the breathing
speed up, he leaned forward to hiss into Wufei�s ear. �Touch yourself.� Those words were a release in of themselves. Wufei wouldn�t do anything to relieve his own
frustrations without permission from Zechs or Treize. At least not as long as he
wore the collar. Wufei moaned
when he grasped himself. Zechs hoped
Treize would feel both their urgencies and allow them release.

Treize did notice and it made him more excited. He
released Zechs�s right hip and reached around to cup the tightening between
Wufei�s legs. He looked over the
blonde�s shoulder and caught the black eyes staring at him. �Cum for me, my sweet
dragon.� Wufei kissed Zechs to
muffle his cries as he coated his stomach, Zechs, and Treize�s hand. The tightening and flexing of the younger boy
was enough to push Zechs over the edge he�d been standing on. He grunted into Wufei�s mouth as he filled
the dark eyed boy with liquid fire.
Seeing his dragon and feeling his lover climax was more than enough to
take Treize over the edge with them.
�Mine,� he gasped into the blonde�s ear as the world exploded. The trio panted and rested, listening to the
others seek their release.

Trowa helped Quatre when his rhythm broke. He pulled the smaller blonde up and let him
fall into his lap. Quatre held Trowa�s
face between his hands and stared into his one visible green eye. �I love you, Trowa.� He gasped as Trowa slid against his sweet
spot. �You�re everything to me.�

Trowa smiled and kissed the boy filling his lap. �I
love you too, Quatre. I promise you
won�t be alone again.� Their sweet words
and kisses soon broke into panting and moans. Quatre was surprisingly vocal. Not like Duo who was still describing exactly
what he wanted Heero to do, but he moaned loudly even with Trowa�s mouth to
muffle the sounds.

Trowa felt himself slipping so he grasped Quatre
through the rough cloth of the skirt.
That was the too much for the blonde.
With a cry of his lover�s name, he fell into the blackness. Trowa squeezed the wet sticky fabric and
thrust into Quatre�s tightness once more before he gasped Quatre�s name and
joined him in bliss.

Heero groaned listening to the others find their
pleasure. He tried to follow Duo�s
commands but the roaring in his ears was deafening. The entire concert had been torture. He watched Duo caress the others when all he
wanted was to feel Duo�s hands on his body.
When Duo was touching him, it was worse.
It was a struggle to stop himself from taking
the long haired boy on the stage. Now he
was finally buried in the body of the tease and it was heaven. Heero�s hands traveled from Duo�s hips to the
gorgeous hair thrown over his shoulder.
His fingers traced the lines carved into Duo�s back. It was beautiful and heart breaking to see
the evidence of Duo�s past. As Heero�s
arms moved and he flexed to thrust into the other boy, the wings on his back
seemed to flutter like he was trying to fly to the heaven he sought.

Heero wasn�t given much time to think about Duo�s
perfection or scars. Duo was screaming
his need for Heero to touch him. He was
begging for release. Heero couldn�t deny
Duo anything when he begged like that.
The blue-eyed boy reached around Duo�s body and wrapped his fingers
around the hard length. Duo instantly
cried out and jerked up against Heero�s hard body. The other boy�s nipple rings bit into some of
the scars on his back, but the pain only added to his pleasure. �Heero! Oh God, Heero!� Duo tightened around Heero until the pleasure
was near pain. Heero wrapped his arms
around the writhing boy and found infinite pleasure in that perfect body. �Duo,� he sighed and lost himself.

Treize pulled himself from Zechs�s body and started
looking for the bags he knew would have been placed here before the show. He saw them against the wall opposite the
door and near the couch. He stroked
Zechs�s perfect hair and trailed a piece over Wufei�s skin. Both shivered and Treize continued walking
around the table. He smiled at the green
eye peaking over the blonde�s trembling shoulder. Treize knelt and dug in the bags, finally
finding the towels.

Trowa started rousing Quatre from his near
stupor. Heero stood with Duo in his arms
and caught the towel thrown at his head.
Trowa accepted the towel handed to him, but before he used it, he
grinned at the boy in his lap. Quatre
whimpered as Trowa slid out of his body.
His love stood and placed Quatre on the towel on the couch. Trowa kneeled before the blonde and began the
enjoyable, but tickling task of licking his lover clean.

Treize chuckled and returned to Wufei and Zechs with
several towels. Zechs was leaning
against the table and Wufei was on his knees.
Some how, the tie in his hair had been torn out and his shining black
hair was loose around his shoulders.
Zechs was running a hand through the inky blackness. The sight was amazing. Zechs standing with long
platinum hair, well muscled body, stroking the pitch-black hair of a tanned,
finely muscled Chinese lad. They
were perfect and Treize was more than relieved that the boy had doctored his
birth certificate on his own.

�My sweet dragon.� He motioned for Wufei to stand and began to
carefully and gently wipe his body clean.
�I love you, Dragon,� Treize whispered in his ear and Wufei
shivered. Treize removed the collar and
kissed Wufei�s neck.

�I love you too, Treize. I think we did great tonight.� Wufei stood and took a towel to help Zechs
clean up. Treize watched Wufei caress
the blonde with the snowy towel while rubbing his own body with another.

Trowa�s tongue was doing devilish things to Quatre�s
body. The blonde was getting worked up
again. Trowa knew Quatre wouldn�t be
satisfied with only one release. His
love may look like an angel, but surrounding him with so much sexual energy
flooded his empathetic heart. He burned
with not only his own passion, but with the urges of the boys around him. Twice wouldn�t be enough either, but the
blue-eyed angel would be able to make it to the waiting bus.

Quatre raised a fist to his mouth and bit one of the
delicate knuckles. His other hand rubbed
Trowa�s cheek. His thumb slid over the
smooth skin and the older boy leaned into the touch. Quatre fell into another world under Trowa�s
careful ministrations. It wasn�t long
before Quatre was lost and spilling himself into the other boy�s waiting
mouth. Trowa then began cleaning the
smaller boy and himself. It was careful
work meant to sooth their blood.

Heero pressed his lips against Duo�s neck, the bite
mark from earlier, his shoulders, and any other skin he could reach. His hands were busy working the towel over
Duo�s scarred, but so perfect, body. His
fingers paused over the tattoo on the inside of his hip.

Never Alone

Solo

Heero put his other hand over Duo�s heart. �You�ll never be alone either, my heart. I won�t die and leave you alone. I promise I will always watch over you.� Duo reached behind him and rubbed a thumb
over the matching tattoo on Heero�s left hip.

Never Alone Again

Duo

Heero hugged Duo closer and the wings on his
shoulders seemed to shiver and settle.
Duo turned and took the towel.
His lips pressed against Heero�s chest and his tongue lapped at the
salty skin and the metal through the other boy�s nipples. Duo toweled the blue-eyed boy�s body
clean. He nuzzled Heero�s neck and
whispered in his ear. �You�re my perfect
winged lover. I�ll never let you fly
away from me. I love you too much for
that. I�ll hunt Shinigami down until he
gives you back to me.�

Treize, falling back into his roll as manager,
adjusted the collar around Zechs�s neck and turned to address the other
boys. �Alright, it�s time to get
dressed. That was an excellent
show. I think we can use this one to get
you a few more-� Trowa
threw a perfectly aimed pair of pants at his manager. �Alright, business later. Let�s hit the road, get to the next hotel,
and clean up.�

Trowa continued handing out the clothes and the boys
and older men dressed in the plain street clothes. They threw everything into the bags, trusted
someone had picked up the clothes and instruments they�d left on stage, and
headed for the door. Sally and Noin
joined the group on the way to the buses.
Suddenly Duo started cursing and tugging at his partially re-braided
hair. He�d tried to braid it while
walking when he came to a wet sticky spot.
�Heero!
You let me get it in my hair! How
could you?� Heero silenced him with a
kiss the promise of a long shower.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Author�s
Note: And so we have my first Gundam Wing fan fic. I hope you liked it. Reviews are of course welcome and
encouraged. I love creative criticism,
but flaming is just silly, but if you must prove your inability to not read
something you were warned about, go ahead. You shouldn�t have read it if you didn�t like
it. Anyway, I have more ideas to expand
on this. Reviews will feed the plot
bunny and I could be harassed into writing another. The bunny for this one was a slave
driver. Also, fan art is more than
encouraged. And because I apparently love
to hear myself talk, I don�t suppose anyone would be able to help me format
this so that the name on Zechs�s shirt and the tattoos appear with the lovely
text I had wanted? Let me know, I�ll
reward you somehow.

Additional
Author�s Note: This isn�t really important so don�t feel you have to read
it. I would just like to point out that
I pushed myself to not use any graphical terms in this story. This isn�t something I usually do and I�m
arguing with the plot bunny about continuing this if I write more along this
line. I�d like to know what you think
about it as a reader or as another writer.
Also, if there are typos, please inform me. If you feel like betaing for me, I�ll much
appreciate the extra help and I�ll give you a cookie or something. Thanks loves!
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