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Sapphire eyes flew open, taking Heero instantly from deep sleep into wide awake. He didn't move, trying to figure out exactly what it was that had awakened him. Two bodies were still pressed to his, but one of them was tense, clutching at him as if afraid he'd disappear. A whispered plea hit his ears and his heart broke.
“Please... don't.”
The arms over his stomach tightened. “Let him ride it out,” Duo whispered softly in his ear. “The one time I woke him up, I got a black eye and it took forever to calm him down.”
Wufei curled tighter around Heero, his breath hitching slightly. They couldn't see his face, but the Japanese man felt the tears that slid from closed lids to his chest and both could see the trembling shoulders. As the nightmare progressed, his entire body began shaking and muted cries fell from him.
“What's he dreaming about?” he asked quietly.
“The night Milliardo attacked him.”
Wufei gasped a soft sob. “I'm sorry,” he whimpered. “Please...”
His tormented cries made Heero want to jerk him awake and make it all go away, but Duo had said to let him ride it out, and Duo knew more about the nightmares than Heero did. Wufei rolled away from them, curling to a fetal position and covering his head with his arms as if he were fending off blows.
He jerked suddenly and bolted up to a sitting position, folding his right arm to his chest as if it was in pain. He scrambled back until he was crouched against the headboard, chest heaving with gasping breaths. His eyes fell on Duo and Heero and he closed his eyes, groaning.
“Sorry.”
Heero reached out tentatively and raked his hand through Wufei's hair. The Chinese man jerked slightly at the gentle touch and then relaxed. He allowed Heero to pulled him to his chest and curled in the strong embrace.
“Damn, I'm so pathetic.”
Heero snorted. “I wouldn't say that. Having a nightmare about your old lover hurting you doesn't make you pathetic or weak. It just makes you human.”
He closed his eyes. “I trusted him,” he whispered.
Duo moved to lay on Wufei's other side and folded his arms around him, kissing the top of his head. “Of course you did, you loved him. He was in the wrong.”
“What exactly happened?”
Wufei closed his eyes. “Quatre was going on that Duo couldn't possibly as be as good a kisser as he claimed to be and Trowa dared him to find out for himself. So they kissed and Quatre pretty much melted into a puddle of goo.” Heero and Duo snickered softly. “I said I thought he was putting on airs and Duo offered the same thing to me.” He bit his lip. “I said I'd think about it. Next thing I knew I was on the floor with my jaw trying to fall off and M-... him on top of me, slamming my head into the ground. I was kinda dazed, so I'm not sure exactly how he got my arm out of socket, but I sure as hell felt it.”
Duo shook his head. “At the first punch, we were all kinda shocked and just stood there for a moment, then all hell broke loose. It was a struggle to get him off of Fei.”
Heero felt hot anger rise in his chest and wished he'd added some punishment of his own when he'd had the chance. “I'm sorry he hurt you.”
Wufei grunted and sat up, pushing them off of him. “It was my own damn fault for being so weak.”
“You were drunk, Fei, and he took you by surprise. Milliardo is a pretty big guy with a quick temper.”
He looked to Duo. “And I've taken out bigger guys in competitions.”
“In case you forgot, you weren't in the middle of a competition, so you weren't prepared to fight anyone off. Give yourself a break.”
He sighed, rubbing his face. “It doesn't matter anymore, anyway.”
Duo sat up and tucked a strand of raven hair behind his ear. “You know what you need?”
“What?”
He pushed from the bed and went to the closet. Heero frowned and then blushed furiously as Duo pulled out a shoe box.
“When did you discover that?”
He grinned. “A few weeks back. You should have told us you had a kinky side.”
Wufei quirked an eyebrow as Duo set the box on the bed. The braided man looked into obsidian eyes. “What is your favorite feeling in the world?”
He blushed. “You already know that.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
His blush deepened. “Being filled,” he mumbled.
Duo smiled softly at the deep flush that made the Chinese man look so cute. “Lay on your stomach, Fei.”
He gave him a wary look but rolled to his stomach. Heero moved to sit next to Duo and a smile came to his face as the braided man pulled an item from the box. “Perfect.”
“What is?” Wufei asked. He tried to look over his shoulder, but Heero pressed their lips together in a hot kiss that rapidly had his mind moving to other things. More kisses fell to his body as hands teased him into full arousal. He moaned softly, rocking his hips against the sheets to get some friction to his erection.
“You know, we don't have much time, this would be quicker if we took him at the same time,” Duo teased.
Heero smirked and Wufei groaned, hole spasming around Duo's fingers. “Don't tease, you know we can't.”
Heero laughed softly. “No fair, he got it last time. I think it's my turn next time.”
Duo and Wufei both shivered at the prospect. “Noted,” Wufei said before gasping as Duo massaged his prostate.
Heero reached for the lube and coated the toy Duo had removed from the box. Duo pulled his fingers from Wufei and the Chinese man whimpered in protest, wiggling his ass in a silent plea for more. Heero and Duo grinned as the Japanese man pressed the toy to the lubed entrance. Wufei stilled, holding his breath as something cold and hard slid into him.
“What is that?”
“Butt plug,” Duo murmured absently as he watched Heero push it in securely.
Wufei gasped as it rubbed against his prostate. His muscles clenched around it reflexively and he shifted, wanting to thrust against the length inside him but knowing it wouldn't really do any good. He clenched his hands in the pillow beneath him, unable to stop his body from reacting to the stimulation.
Heero and Duo watched as their lover squirmed, trying to figure out how to react to the plug. Heero turned him over and kissed him as Duo leaned down to lap at his erection. Wufei tangled his hands in Heero's hair, giving over fully to his lovers' ministrations. He pulled from the kiss, head falling back as he gasped for breath.
Duo kept watch on Wufei's face as he worked at the thick length between his lips. He watched as raven brows drew together and full lips parted with soft pants and gasps. Violet eyes flicked to Heero, who's eyes were riveted to the Chinese man as he palmed himself. Duo moaned and Wufei cried out softly at the added stimulation.
A quick glance to the clock proved they were running out of time. He took Wufei to the hilt and swallowed around him. Wufei arched, fists clenching in the sheets beneath him as he released inside Duo's willing mouth. He sagged to the bed, slowly regaining his breath before opening his eyes. Duo raised up and he and Wufei watched as Heero brought himself to climax, cum covering his hand and dripping to his thighs.
Duo leaned over and kissed Wufei and then Heero. “I'm gonna take a shower. We've only got a little over an hour before we have to be at the studio.”
Wufei reached down to remove the plug and two hands stopped him. He frowned. “You can't expect me to walk around like this all day.” Two smirks were his answer and he swallowed. “But-”
“This way, as soon as we're done with the shoot, we won't have to worry about stretching you.”
Wufei watched Duo disappear into the bathroom and bit his lip. He slid his feet to the floor, testing out walking. It was a little odd, but he thought he'd be able to handle it. Heero snatched the remote and another object from the box before grabbing some clothes and hiding the objects in their folds. The shoot was going to be interesting, to say the least.
******
Quatre sighed softly as the lathered wash cloth slid over his flushed skin. He leaned back into Trowa's chest. “Either move faster or stop. We have to get to the studio.”
Trowa leaned down and nipped at his ear before pushing away and rinsing himself off. Quatre turned and gaped. “Trowa?”
He smirked and grabbed his towel, ducking out of the shower. “You said to stop.” He left the blond in the shower alone, hot and bothered and ready to strangle his boyfriend.
“Damn tease.” He finished showering and shut the water off. He dried off and moved to the sink, washing his face and applying deodorant before doing his make-up. He put his favorite earrings in and changed his navel ring before stepping back to study himself.
Trowa shook his head as he watched from the bedroom. “You look beautiful.”
Quatre sent him a cool look as he pulled on his g-string. “Apparently not seeing as you left me hanging.”
He smirked. “I don't like quickies. I'll make it up to you tonight.”
Quatre moved to the closet and dug through it for several minutes, giving Trowa a perfect view of his ass. He bent over to dig through his shoes and heard a soft groan. He smirked and spread his legs slightly. Hands fell on him and he rubbed his ass to Trowa's jean covered crotch before dancing away.
“Don't think so, lover. You don't like quickies, remember?” He sent a saucy smirk to his lover as he slid his pants on. “You wanted to wait till tonight. I'll make sure it's one hell of a wait.”
He pulled on his shirt and sat on the edge of the bed to slip his shoes on. “You ready?”
Trowa nodded and sighed as his lover sashayed out the door, swaying his hips seductively. This was going to be a long day.
******
Wufei shifted and took slow breaths as the plug stimulated his sweet spot. Tim snapped several shots, wondering exactly how the shy man had turned seductive overnight. Heero smirked and slipped his hand into his pocket. He'd yet to activate the vibrations of the device, figuring it would be best to wait until they were done... or near it.
Quatre crossed to Duo and Heero. “What did you do to him?”
“Butt plug,” Duo answered simply.
The blond shook his head and looked to the Chinese man who was trying so hard to keep control but only managing to look more sexy by the minute. “He'll kill you later. You know that right?”
Duo shrugged. “As long as he looks like that, who cares?”
Quatre chuckled softly, glad he'd put Wufei in loose pants. “Your funeral,” he murmured before returning to Tim. “Let's get singles of Heero now.”
Wufei stepped aside gratefully as Heero was called forward. He watched the Japanese man pose for the camera without misgivings or shyness and silently wished for the same ability. Duo came next with equal confidence to Heero and practically oozing sexiness.
Wufei shifted his weight from one foot to the other, growing more uncomfortable by the second. His lovers kept sending him knowing looks that he re-payed with glares, only to receive smirks in return. Quatre sent them to change clothes and Wufei determined he would pay them back somehow.
He stood in front of the mirror. He'd been dressed in a black, form-fitting cashmere shirt that hugged his torso like a second skin. Gray slacks rode low on his hips.
“Marie?”
“Hm?”
“Am I... attractive?”
She snorted. “Honey, if you were any better lookin', it'd be illegal. Your problem is confidence. I don't see how you can possibly not realize that when you've got two equally beautiful men drooling over you. Not to mention everyone else. Now hurry up and get out of those clothes.”
He flushed slightly but considered her words as the gray pants were replaced with cargo. He now wore a red shirt that only had three buttons, leaving his chest exposed almost to the navel. He'd never tried for deliberate sexy before, believing he'd make an idiot of himself. But Heero and Duo seemed to fawn over him anyway. What if...?
“You ready?”
He looked to Quatre and nodded slowly. He followed him back out to the studio and took in the sight of his lovers before he was directed to stand in front of the camera. Both were watching him with appreciation and he decided to throw caution to the wind.
Wufei put one hand in the pocket of his, thankfully, loose cargoes, as Quatre directed and cut his eyes to Duo and Heero. He smirked softly before flexing his ass, intentionally bringing the plug into full contact with his prostate. He groaned softly.
The effect was immediate. Violet and sapphire eyes widened and he heard a muttered 'damn' from somewhere behind the camera. Duo's brain turned to mush while Heero's kicked into overdrive. Since when did their dragon purposely try to seduce them?
After a couple of poses, Quatre called for Heero to go next, his voice somewhat lower than normal. Wufei smirked and stepped aside. Heero took the opportunity to lightly caress Wufei's crotch as they passed and the Chinese man shivered.
Quatre fanned himself as the shoot progressed. Once the pictures came out, he'd have a line of people begging for his exclusive models. The three flirted without a word. Sometimes just the barest hint of a smirk was enough to send tingles through all those watching.
Wufei leaned against the wall, arms folded over his chest as he and Heero watched Duo. The Japanese man slid his hand into his pocket, keeping his face neutral as he pressed a button on the remote. Although his face remained passive, his eyes were sparkling.
Wufei gasped and looked to Heero. “Turn it off,” he hissed quietly.
“Turn what off?” he asked, cutting his eyes to the Chinese man.
“You know damn well.”
“All right,” Quatre announced brightly. “Let's get all three.”
Wufei groaned as the vibrations continued while Heero pulled him to the backdrop. Duo eyed Wufei before looking to Heero.
“Oh, shit. Did you...?” He nodded and Duo grinned madly. “This should be... interesting.”
“Interesting isn't the word I'd use,” Wufei panted.
Duo leaned to whisper into Heero's ear and, a moment later, Wufei fell into them with a needy groan.
Quatre bit his lip. “Don't get too carried away, guys. I need a few more shots.”
Wufei whimpered softly. “So you know, none of this was my idea.”
Quatre palmed himself discreetly before nodding. “I know.” They managed to get the last shots before Wufei slid to the floor, claiming he couldn't do anymore. No one argued.
Heero and Duo pulled their lover to a dressing room and stripped their clothes off in record time. He dropped to the sofa, lying on his side. Heero pulled out the remote and upped the intensity of the vibrations. Wufei's jaw dropped and he clenched his hands tightly on the edges of the cushions.
“Oh shit.” His hips jerked in undirected reflex as his prostate was mercilessly massaged. He slit his eyes open. “I... have a... request.”
Duo nodded. “Whatever you want.”
“Middle.”
They nodded and Heero pressed a tube into Wufei's palm. “Who do you want to take?”
Wufei looked from Heero to Duo and back again. “You.”
He nodded and sat on the edge of the sofa, running his hand down Wufei's side to his hip. Wufei sat up, moaning as vibrations continued to stimulate his sweet spot. Heero laid on his back, propping his leg on the back of the sofa and bringing shocked looks from his lovers as they saw a plug in him.
“When did you do that?” Duo asked.
He shrugged. “In the shower.”
Wufei frowned. “How the hell could you walk normally?”
“I'm used to it, and this one doesn't vibrate.”
Duo laughed. “I guess that saves on preparation time.”
“That was my plan.”
Wufei snorted and gripped the back of the toy in Heero's ass. “You knew I wasn't used to the damn thing and made it worse.”
The humor in Heero's eyes turned a tad wary. “You're not mad are you?”
His lips raised slightly into a sinister smirk. “I've been hard for hours, Heero,” he said huskily as he pumped the plug in Heero's passage.
His lids fluttered. “Sorry.”
“No, you're not.”
Duo watched, lust growing. He'd never seen that exact expression on the Wufei's face, nor heard that particular tone in his voice. He was out of his normal prey mode and making one hot predator.
Wufei ran his free hand over Heero's chest, pinching a nipple hard enough to wring a yelp from the Japanese man. He leaned down and lightly kissed the abused nub before lapping at it.
Heero arched into the teasing tongue and thrust onto the plug moving in and out of him. He slid his hand down his torso only to have the lips leave and his wrist gripped. Wufei raised up and pushed Heero's hands over his head.
“You're not allowed to touch.”
Heero groaned and Duo shivered at the sultry command. Duo slid his hand down Wufei's spine. The Chinese man looked over his shoulder.
“Hands off. You'll get what's coming to you.” His eyes moved to where Duo was palming himself. He left Heero for the moment and pushed Duo to a chair, sitting him down and putting the braided man's hands on the armrests.
“No touching yourself.”
Duo didn't like the idea, but gladly accepted the soft kiss the Chinese man offered before returning to the sofa. He settled back between Heero's thighs and kissed him as he resumed to slowly thrust the toy in and out of the Japanese man. He trailed his lips down to Heero's collar bone and applied suction to a particularly sensitive spot on his neck.
Heero gasped, struggling to remain still as Wufei worked him to distraction. He clenched his hands on the armrest as every kiss and teasing touch sent fire to his already hard length.
Wufei sat up to admire the hickie he'd left behind and moved down to suck on first one and then the other nipple until they were hard. He massaged Heero's inner thigh, delighted by the whimpers and gasps that were growing in volume.
“Wufei... please.”
He grinned and raised up, putting all contact to an end. A whimper of protest escaped Heero and Wufei kissed him. “No touching.” He slid from the sofa and moved slowly toward Duo, swaying his hips.
Duo licked his lips, pulse racing as Wufei stopped before him. He leaned down and pressed their lips together.
“You want inside me, Duo?”
The husky question brought groans from both of his lovers and he was acutely aware that his position left Heero with a clear view of his entrance. He kissed the corner of Duo's lips, lightly running his fingertips down his arms to the white-knuckled hands gripping the arms of the chair. He softly laid his lips to Duo's ear.
“You wanna pound me into Heero's tight ass until we're screaming your name?” He grazed his fingertips up Duo's length.
“Fucking shit,” he groaned and pushed from the chair. He plundered Wufei's mouth as he pushed him back to the sofa. Their tongues slid hotly together and both moaned as slick hands wrapped around their erections.
Duo broke the kiss and turned Wufei to position him between Heero's thighs. Wufei pulled the toy out and pressed the tip of his erection at the twitching entrance. He slid into the tight heat and Heero clenched his hands in his hair as the ungiving plug was replaced by a much better and throbbing substitute.
Duo pulled the vibrator out of Wufei and gripped one caramel hip as he guided his length to Wufei's hole and slammed in.
Wufei cried out loudly at the sudden but welcomed intrusion. Heero gasped as Wufei's erection was pushed deeper inside him. Duo immediately pulled back out and slammed in again, setting an almost brutal pace for their over-sensitized bodies.
The room filled with loud gasps, moans, and the slick slide of their bodies thrusting together. Wufei's head was slightly tipped back, hands gripping Heero's thighs tightly. Duo was answering his earlier question about pounding their asses with a gusto that had Wufei more than pleased. If this was the reward he got for playing the role of seducer, he'd have to try it more often.
Heero stared up at his lovers, taking in Wufei's flushed face and Duo's lust-filled gaze. He'd never seen anything so beautiful.
Duo slowed slightly. “Fei?”
“Hm?”
“Heero seems to have the presence of mind to think.”
Obsidian eyes slit open. “Can't have that,” he murmured, wrapping his hand around Heero's erection.
He shuddered and almost screamed as Duo continued with the heavy pace and Wufei's hand slid hotly over his length.
Wufei's gasps lowered in pitch until hitched moans fell constantly from his lips. The mounting coil of pleasure suddenly exploded and his throbbing erection coated Heero's insides as his inner walls clamped around Duo.
Heero's back arched as he reached his own completion, shouting his lovers' names. He sagged to the cushions and Wufei fell bonelessly to his chest while Duo continued thrusting into him. He raised up to his elbows and kissed Heero.
“I think he needs some help,” Heero whispered.
“Hm. What did you have in mind?”
Heero looked to Duo. “Pull out for a moment.” He did as told, with a frown showing his displeasure. Heero smirked and pressed his lips to Wufei's ear. “Do you need a break?”
“Yes.”
He chuckled. “Rim him?”
Wufei shivered at the prospect and nodded. He pulled his soft length out of Heero and stood. Heero repositioned so he was bent over the sofa, hands on the back of it.
Duo moved behind him and pressed in slowly. Heero was stretched, but Duo was a bit thicker than Wufei. He settled into a rhythm only to lose it as a warm tongue teased his puckered entrance. He shuddered as the wet appendage played homage for a moment before pushing passed the tight ring.
“Oh shit. Oh shit.” The mantra fell to incoherent babbling when his nipples were rolled between forefingers and thumbs, teased until they were erect. His orgasm his sudden and hard and he moaned heavily as he erupted his seed into Heero's already cum-filled passage.
He pulled his now limp length from the tight hole and dropped to his knees. “Bloody hell.”
“Hm.” Heero agreed softly as he collapsed to the sofa.
Outside the dressing room Quatre was breathing heavily and fanning himself.
“Are you okay?”
He looked to Trowa, who'd been helping the crew clean up. “If you don't fuck me in less than five minutes... no.”
Trowa chuckled. “Shoot too much for you?”
He pulled the auburn haired man to another room and tugged at his clothes. “You don't know the half of it.”
TBC....
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