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Satisfied	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3495 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Trowa ducked into his and Quatre's tent and smiled softly. Quatre had proclaimed himself bored an hour earlier and decided to take a nap. At home the blond slept in the nude, but he'd pulled out one of Trowa's T-shirts to sleep in while camping. It reached about mid-thigh on the smaller blond, but had raised up while he tossed in his sleep, barely covering his privates.
Trowa looked up the length of the pale smooth legs and felt an immediate reaction in his groin. He moved to his bag, pulled out several objects and set them on the mattress before running his hands up the blond's legs. His lover was not hairy to begin with, but regularly had the fine hairs that did appear on his legs waxed.
He leaned down and kissed the inside of Quatre's knee and the blond moaned softly in his sleep, turning to his back. He kissed up Quatre's inner thigh and the blond shivered, eyes slitting open. Trowa smiled softly and stretched out beside the blond.
“Sorry, I couldn't keep my hands off.”
“Hm.” Quatre rolled to drape himself on top of Trowa, kissing him soundly. “You never have to worry about putting anything on me.” He rubbed his crotch against Trowa's, both groaning softly at the friction against their lengths.
Trowa gripped his hips. “You up for some recreation?”
He smirked. “As long as it involves not leaving this mattress.”
“Oh, I can guarantee that.” He clasped his hand behind Quatre's neck and took his lips in a searing kiss as he rolled on top of the blond.
Quatre laughed softly as Trowa's hand slid up his shirt and teased at his side. “Stop it. You know I'm ticklish.”
He chuckled, taking the blond's earlobe between his lips and teasing at the hoop. “I know.”
He shuddered and rocked his hips up into Trowa's. “You're wearing too many clothes.”
Trowa raised up to his elbows and nuzzled his neck. “You always want to rush things.”
“And you always want to drive me absolutely crazy before you give me what I want.”
He slid from the bed and slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. “You know you like it that way.”
Quatre raised up to his hands behind him, the large T-shirt slipping off of one shoulder as his eyes watched long, elegant fingers slowly push the tight blue jeans down. He licked his lips as Trowa's length was revealed. It wasn't any where near hard, but it was definitely on its way. He moved to crawl on his hands and knees to the edge of the mattress and raised up to push Trowa's shirt up.
The auburn haired man's head tilted back slightly as a nipple was taken between soft, full lips. Quatre pulled him back on the mattress and used his feet to push the jeans down to Trowa's ankles and kicking them to the ground.
Trowa lifted the shirt Quatre wore and tangled it about his wrists, holding them to the mattress above his head. “Do you know why I like to tease you?”
He licked his lips, pulse racing at the heat in his lover's eyes. “No.”
He ground his erection into the blond's, pulling a heady moan from him. “Because, when you get so worked up, you're the most erotic thing I've ever seen. And I love knowing that I'm the one who gets you there.”
Quatre tilted his head as Trowa attached his lips to his neck, sucking heavily at one of his weakest spots. His hips jerked reflexively, but Trowa pulled back so the blond couldn't get any friction to his rapidly hardening need. He trailed the fingers of his free hand down the other side of Quatre's neck and took his nipple between his forefinger and thumb, rolling it softly.
Quatre grunted, arching into the touch. When Trowa raised to take his lips again, the blond greedily took his tongue into his mouth. He folded his legs around Trowa's and pulled his taller lover flush to his body, pulling a groan from him.
Trowa allowed the slow rocking motion for several minutes as they shared wet, deep kisses. He raised up to look down into half-lidded cerulean eyes. Pink, kiss-swollen lips parted in softly gasping breaths.
“Shit, you're beautiful.”
He smiled softly. “I'm pretty sure you've told me that one before.”
He smirked. “Some things never grow old.”
He reached above Quatre's head and grabbed the lube, releasing the blond's wrists. He sat up on his heels and pressed the tube into the blond's hand. “Stretch yourself.”
He raised an eyebrow. “And what will you be doing while I'm doing all the work?”
“Watching.”
Quatre's eyes fluttered slightly and he pulled a pillow to tuck under his head and hiked his knees up so his feet were planted on the mattress. He spread he legs wide and coated his fingers. He allowed his fingertips to trail down his length and tease at his balls before sliding down to massage his hole before pushing the tip of his finger inside. He pushed it in further, smirking as Trowa's eyes narrowed at the sight. He worked it in and out slowly, rocking his hips against the digit.
Deciding he wasn't happy with the angle, he pulled the finger out and moved to his knees, back to Trowa. He dropped one arm to the pillow and pressed his forehead to it as he reapplied lube to two fingers and pushed both in at the same time. He thrust back on the fingers, allowing the whimpering gasps to grow in volume as Trowa hungrily watched.
He paused and glanced over his shoulder. “Trowa, have you ever done fisting?”
Emerald eyes widened. “You can't be serious.”
“Well, if double penetration feels good, I'm just wondering if fisting isn't all that much different.”
Trowa tilted his head to the side and shook it slowly. “You really are adventurous, aren't you?” He leaned over and kissed Quatre's shoulder. “Why don't we wait till we get home to try that. Okay?”
He nodded, a little bit disappointed. “All right.”
Trowa grabbed the lube and coated his fingers, pulling Quatre's free and replacing them with two of his own. He kissed the base of Quatre's spine as he scissored his fingers before adding a third. The blond spread his legs wider, gripping the pillow in his hands as he pressed his forehead to it. Trowa found and massaged his prostate until Quatre was trembling uncontrollably, his lover's name falling repeatedly from his lips.
Without removing his fingers, Trowa somehow managed to get lube into his free palm and coated his length, hissing through his teeth at the touch to his sensitive flesh. He pumped his erection, passion heightening.
“One more finger, Trowa, please.”
He bit his lip and emerald met darkened cerulean. “Quatre...”
“Please,” he gasped.
He pulled them free and covered all four fingers with the lube and pressed them in slowly. Quatre groaned heavily, mouth dropping and eyes closing as they stretched him further. He'd never felt so filled. It was one of the best feelings he'd ever had. Yes, when they got back, he was definitely going to make Trowa at least try it.
“Quatre, are you ready now?”
He nodded, unable to form words. Trowa pulled his fingers free and gripped Quatre's hips, pressing inside his lover in one smooth thrust. Quatre's back arched and he shoved back until he was straddling Trowa's thighs, his back pressed to his chest.
Trowa grit his teeth, gripping his hips to hold him still. He was so hard, the blond's sudden movement almost made him cum immediately. Quatre, however, was trembling and begging for Trowa to let him move. He lifted the blond's hips and brought him back down harshly.
He took his cue and began riding Trowa at a maddening pace, his wails growing louder until he was sure his voice would give out at any moment. Trowa pulled him off and flipped him to his back, pulling his knees over his shoulders and slamming back in. Quatre tangled his hands in his own hair, unable to control the pace or strength of the thrusts.
Trowa relished the cries falling from the seemingly innocent blond and reached down to grip his erection. Quatre screamed, back arching as he was fisted in the strong grip. Heat coiled in the pit of his stomach and unbelievable pleasure coursed through him as he finally tipped over the edge, covering his stomach and Trowa's hand with his release.
Trowa thrust into the pulsing heat several more times before he came. His back arched and emptied his seed into the willing blond. He leaned down and kissed Quatre softly, reaching above his head to grab one of the other items he'd pulled from his bag while distracting his lover. He pulled out slowly and pushed something else into the blond.
Quatre's knees drew up slightly as he looked up to Trowa with a confused look. He smirked. “You said yesterday that you wished I could always stay in you.”
“A vibrator? What made you decide to bring that?”
He shrugged and sat up. “I thought you might want a little piece of home while we were away.”
Quatre raised up to his elbows. “And what made you decide to use it now?”
Trowa grinned and held up the remote, turning it to slow vibration. Quatre's lids slipped closed and he gasped, falling to his back as it sent tremors through him. He drew his legs up slightly. Trowa ran lazy circles on the blond's thighs as the vibrations slowly began to reawaken the blond's length.
His lips quivered slightly on his moaning breaths and he tossed his head to the side. “I thought... I was... the perverted one.”
He grinned, leaning down to lap at his lover's balls. “Spend enough time with someone, they're bound to rub off.”
Quatre's hips jerked and he reached down for the vibrator, but Trowa batted his hands away. He gripped it gently and moved it in and out for added stimulation and Quatre shuddered. Trowa wrapped his lips around the tip of Quatre's length and slowly worked his way down the hard erection. Quatre bucked against him, moaning heavily on every thrust.
Trowa deep throated him suddenly and he clenched his fists on the pillow, screaming his release for the second time. He sagged back to the mattress, chest heaving with gasping breaths. Trowa eased the vibrator out of him and grabbed a bottle of water and a wash cloth from the side of the bed. He wet the cloth and cleaned Quatre up gently before stretching out beside him.
“Still bored?”
He laughed softly. “No. Now I'm sleepy and hungry.”
Trowa chuckled. “Well, I think Duo and Heero were working on something to eat.”
“Good.”
******
Wufei woke as he heard a scream that didn't sound as if it had anything to do with pain and shifted slightly before groaning. He felt like he'd had a tree shoved up his ass. “Duo! Get your damn ass in here!”
Outside the tent, the brunette cringed. “Now, Fei, before you decide to castrate me... it was Heero's idea!”
He thought it over. Deciding Duo was right he called, “Heero!”
The other Asian glared at Duo before he ducked into the tent. He knelt next to the air mattress. “Hurt a bit?”
He grunted. “A bit? I hurt like hell and I gotta piss.”
Heero nodded and easily lifted the smaller man. Wufei grimaced at the shift. “Damn, you two are vicious.”
Heero snorted. “You weren't complaining at the time.”
He pressed his lips to a fine line. There wasn't really anything he could say to that. The after effects sucked, but damn if it didn't feel good. “The next time we decide to do something like that, we should choose a better time and location. I won't be able to move the rest of the trip.”
Heero nodded and stepped outside of the tent. Wufei flushed in embarrassment as Duo looked at him with worry. As childish as it was, he hid his face in Heero's chest and closed his eyes as he was carried away from camp.
Heero set him gingerly on his feet and Wufei bit his lip. Heero held hips and Wufei looked over his shoulder. “You gonna stand there and watch me go?”
“I know how sore you are. It's easy to lose your balance. Just do what you need to.”
He rolled his eyes. “I can't pee like this.”
He snorted. “After all the stuff we've done, you're embarrassed to pee in front of me?”
He grunted and was finally able to relieve himself after several minutes. Heero lifted him back into his arms and carried him back to the tent.
“I don't want to lay in here all day.”
“I know.” He laid Wufei on the air mattress and dug through his bag. “Roll to your side.”
Wufei frowned but did as told. Heero slid the sweat pants carefully down Wufei's thighs, pulling a slight whimper from the Chinese man. “Sorry. I'm about to touch you,” he warned.
Wufei grimaced as Heero pulled his cheeks apart and rubbed cream over his abused hole. The pain faded some and Wufei relaxed. Heero rubbed a little more over the area and pressed a finger in slightly.
“Heero.”
“I know it hurts, but this will help it stop hurting faster. I'm almost done.” He made sure the tight ring of muscle was coated and pulled his finger out, dropping a kiss to Wufei's hip before pulling the sweat pants up.
Wufei rolled to his stomach. “I feel like I ran a marathon.”
Heero chuckled. “It is good exercise.”
He laid his cheek on his forearm and looked up to Heero. The Japanese man smiled softly and tucked a strand of obsidian hair behind Wufei's ear. He returned the smile.
“I'm glad we met you, Heero.”
His smile broadened. “I am, too.” He cleared his throat. “You ready to go out there? From the sound of things, Quatre and Trowa are finished, and the food's about ready.”
He nodded and held up his arms. He was never pampered and he didn't like being treated like he was weak, but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to get some royal treatment after what he'd allowed his lovers to do.
Heero lifted him, grabbed a pillow, and carried him back out of the tent. Duo immediately hopped up from the lawn chair and took the pillow from Heero to put in the seat. Wufei grimaced slightly as he sat and took the offered plate. A moment later, Quatre and Trowa came out of their tent and he quirked an eyebrow.
The blond frowned. “What?”
“I hope you had fun 'cause you woke me up out of a nice sleep.”
Quatre grinned, a rosy flush coming to his cheeks. “Yes, I thoroughly did enjoy myself. I'm sorry if I woke you, though.” He shrugged and sat on the other lawn chair. “I was bored. Trowa was helping get rid of that.”
Wufei rolled his eyes. “Do you ever think about anything other than sex?”
Quatre tapped his chin. “Hm, yes, sometimes.” He smiled and left it at that.
******
“Fei?”
Teeth nibbled at his neck and his eyes flew open. He looked up to Duo incredulously. “You're out of your mind if you think I feel like having sex.”
Heero snorted. “I told you.”
Duo pouted. “But, Fei, you know I can't sleep without sex.”
He rolled to his side and stared at the braided man. “You want sex.”
“Yes.”
“Will you do whatever I say?”
“Uh, yeah.” It sounded more question than answer.
He smirked. “Then let Heero take you.”
“Fine... wait. What?”
He raised his eyebrows. “I think it's only fair. I let you two have your way with me earlier. I think you owe me. You admitted you liked it the last time.”
“Well, yeah, but...” He looked to Heero who was appraising him with an eager eye. He sighed. “I'm not gonna win this argument, am I?”
Heero looked away. “If you don't want me, I understand.”
Violet eyes widened. “No, that's not what I meant.” He saw the slight smirk raise the corners of the Japanese man's lips and he lightly smacked his shoulder. “Don't do that to me.”
Heero chuckled softly. “But you know, Duo, Wufei is right. We should grant his request.”
“Y'all are just determined to turn me into a bottom.”
“Of course not.” Heero gripped Duo's braid and removed the tie, slowly unfolding the chestnut waves. He pulled him to sit in front of him and nibbled at his ear. “I love being dominated by you.” Duo shivered as the hot breath caressed his ear. “I love your commanding presence.”
He slid his hand down the brunette's bare chest to his sweatpants covered length and palmed it through the thin material. “I love the feel of this inside me.”
Duo moaned as the strong grip teased his length slowly into arousal. His eyes slid closed and he tilted his neck, giving Heero more room to play with. Heero slid his hand under the waistband, tickling the nestle of curls at the base of his cock. He moved it further down, cupping his balls in his palm and teasing the sensitive skin beneath them.
Duo gripped Heero's thighs, raising his hips into the touch. The Japanese man ran his tongue over the outer shell of his ear. “Let me take you,” he whispered.
Duo groaned and slit his eyes open to find Wufei watching with rapt attention. The Chinese man nodded, catching his bottom lip between his teeth.
“We're gonna have to call out Monday.”
He smirked. “I don't think Bill could handle both of us not being there.”
Heero slid his hand further down and rubbed his finger over Duo's entrance. The muscle twitched and Duo spread his legs, leaning further back into Heero's chest.
“Duo?”
“Hm?”
Heero laughed softly. “Can I take you?”
He tipped his head back and kissed Heero before meeting his eyes, taking a slow breath. “All right.”
He smiled and looked to Wufei. “How do you want us?”
“Since Duo's willing, let him choose.”
Duo chewed his lip as he thought it over. The last thing he wanted was to embarrass himself by crying again. Being underneath the two had made him feel far too vulnerable, far too weak. He slid from the air mattress and pushed his pants down. He stepped out of them, grabbing the lube.
“Lay down, Heero.”
He nodded and stretched out on his back. Duo pulled the Japanese man's pants off and straddled his hips. He stared down at the built body beneath him, running his hand over the washboard abs, somehow feeling as if he wasn't living up to a promise he'd made a long time ago.
He handed Heero the lube and spread his legs. He kept his eyes on the Japanese man's chest as he was stretched. He'd thought being on top would take away the guilty feeling, but it didn't. He tried to shut down the thoughts rising in his mind, but they wouldn't be ignored. He closed his eyes, riding the fingers until he was ready. He slit them open and grabbed the lube to cover Heero's erection.
“Duo?”
He pulled from the fingers and positioned himself over Heero's length. He lowered slowly, a small grimace crossing his face until the head broke through the tight ring of muscle. He sat fully and took a deep breath before looking up to Heero's concerned face. His brows drew together and he looked to the side, finding an equally worried expression on Wufei's face. He blinked and wetness slid down his cheeks.
He wiped at his eyes, feeling like an utter idiot. “I'm sorry. I'm fine.”
Heero shook his head. “What is it?”
He closed his eyes. “I'm... the protector.”
“What?”
“That's what she told me. I had to be strong.” He looked to Wufei. “I didn't... grow up in the orphanage. I grew up on the streets.”
The Chinese man raised to his elbow. “Duo-”
He shook his head. “The leader of our gang died, so I took over, I was the next oldest. I kept them safe like he taught me to, showed them how to survive. When I was twelve, the Maxwell orphanage took us in.
“Sister Helen... she called me their protector... But then... there was a fire.” He clenched his teeth. “She died protecting me. She told me to be strong. And I swore no one would ever have to protect me again. I'd be the protector she named be to be.”
He looked from Wufei to Heero. “I can't be weak,” he whispered. “But you, both of you, make me feel like a damn kitten.”
Heero sat up and folded his arms around his waist, holding his eyes. “Why would we make you feel weak?”
“Because... you don't need me to protect you.”
Heero cupped his face and kissed him. “That doesn't mean we don't need you,” he said softly. “Everyone is weak at times and strong at times. I may not need you to protect me physically, but these last few weeks,” he looked briefly to Wufei so the Chinese man knew he was included in his coming statement, “you brought me back to life. You're everything I look for in lovers. Wild and crazy.” He shifted, laying Duo to his back and pulling his legs around his waist, rocking into him slowly as he trailed his knuckles down his cheek.
“Passionate and caring.” He kissed him gently and it slowly grew with heat until Duo pulled away to gasp for breath.
As Heero began thrusting, Wufei leaned over to kiss kiss Duo. He brushed chestnut bangs back and stared into violet eyes. “I love you,” he whispered.
He reached up and tangled his hand in Wufei's hair to pull him back down for a deeper kiss. “Love you, too.”
Wufei smiled and raised up carefully, cupping his hand behind Heero's neck and kissing him. He pulled away and smiled softly. Heero returned the smile, no words needing to be said. It wasn't love, yet, but it was well on it's way.
Wufei returned to his original position and held up his hand. “Please continue.”
Duo laughed, the seriousness fading. Heero leaned down to kiss and suckle at sensitive areas until Duo was practically writhing beneath him. He raised up to his hands, clenching brunette locks in his fingers as he pounded into Duo, aiming for his prostate.
Duo gripped Heero's wrists, breathing erratic as he tried to keep embarrassing moans under control. Wufei reached over to tease at his nipples and Duo arched into the touch, gasping.
Heero pushed Duo's knees toward his chest and spread them so his thrusts went deeper.
Duo clenched his teeth and pressed his head back into the pillow. He slid one hand from Heero's wrist and teased down his own stomach until he reached his neglected erection. He palmed it in time to Heero's thrusts, no longer able to remain quiet as every nerve in his body seemed to be thrumming with pleasure. He kept his eyes closed, the sound of Heero sliding in and out, along with the man's soft grunts making his already throbbing arousal even harder.
Duo gasped, squeezing himself harshly. “I can't take much more,” he practically sobbed.
“Cum for us, Duo,” Wufei whispered into his ear.
Duo's back arched and he cried his release loudly, milking his length as Heero rammed into his pulsing opening. A heavy groan left the Japanese man as he stilled, filling Duo with his release. He collapsed on top of the brunette, fighting to catch his breath. Duo ran his fingers through Heero and Wufei's hair, enjoying the quiet moment.
“Holy shit!” Quatre's scream echoed through the camp, followed by Trowa's howling laughter.
“Should we see if everything is all right?”
Duo yawned. “Tro's laughin', can't be too serious. We'll find out in the morning.”
TBC....
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