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Satisfied	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3493 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Trowa's back hit the wall as insistent hands fumbled at his belt. A passionate tongue warred with his own and he grabbed Quatre's ass, massaging the firm globes and lifting him slightly so their erections ground together. He wasn't sure exactly what had riled the blond up that much, but he wasn't complaining.
Quatre reluctantly pulled from the kiss to look down so he could get the belt unbuckled. He tilted his head to the side as Trowa nibbled at his ear.
“I admit, the shoot was hot, but what brought this on?”
His already flushed face darkened further. He shivered as Trowa continued suckling his ear. “They... didn't close the door all the way.”
Trowa paused and looked down at his lover as Quatre shoved his pants down. “You watched them?”
“Couldn't help it.” He dropped to his knees and cerulean eyes looked up to catch emerald as he ran the flat of his tongue up the underside of Trowa's length, swirling it over the head. He fondled the heavy sac beneath Trowa's manhood and the taller man groaned softly.
Quatre bobbed his head down on the length as far as he could before his gag reflex kicked in. Trowa's head fell back as his lover sucked at him, working him to full hardness before pulling away. Quatre dug through the pockets of Trowa's discarded pants but was stalled as hands gripped his shoulders and pushed him to the floor. Trowa pulled Quatre's shirt off and kissed down his neck and collar bone, alternating between light nips and hard sucks.
Quatre tangled his hands in Trowa's hair, eyes closed as he gasped for breath. He was so hot he was sure he would combust. “Trowa... don't tease.”
He moved down his torso, dipping his tongue into his navel and toying with the ring. He kissed down a pale thigh, bypassing the heavy, red erection and pulling a disappointed groan from the blond. Trowa licked at the inside of his knee while drawing invisible circles on the upper side of his thigh.
“Damn it, Trowa, I'm already turned on, just fuck me already!”
Trowa chuckled as he grabbed the lube from his jeans pocket. Quatre eagerly spread his thighs and pulled his legs up with his hands on his knees. Kiss-swollen lips were parted with gasping breaths and half-lidded cerulean eyes gazed up at Trowa.
He quickly coated his fingers and leaned down to capture his lover's lips as he slid a finger in. Quatre rested his legs over Trowa's shoulders and cupped his hands to the back of his lover's neck, pulling him down for a kiss.
Trowa broke it relatively quickly so he could watch Quatre's face as he pushed a second finger in. The blond hissed softly at the slight burn. Trowa pulled his fingers out and covered them with more lube before sliding them back in.
“Better?”
He nodded, thrusting down on the fingers as they scissored inside him. “That's enough.”
Trowa pulled his fingers out and covered his erection quickly but thoroughly. He pushed in at a steady pace until his hips hit the blond's firm ass and he paused briefly so they could adjust before pounding into the blond at a maddening pace.
Quatre's loud cries filled his ears and fueled his passion. It was almost like cheating. Normally he had to tease the blond for hours before receiving such wanton pleas and lust-filled moans. With the day having been one erotic moment followed by the next, Trowa knew he wouldn't last long. He wrapped his hand around Quatre's length and the blond called his name loudly.
It only took a few pulls to his erection before he tipped over the edge, his orgasm hitting so hard tears leaked from his eyes. The heat tightening around him and watching Quatre reach ecstasy brought Trowa to his own release. His thrusts slowed and he collapsed on top of his lover.
Quatre ran his hands over Trowa's back, his breath slowly returning to normal. “Damn, that was good.”
“Mm.” Trowa raised up and kissed Quatre before pulling out. “Love you.”
Quatre sighed softly. “Love you, too.”
Trowa grabbed a roll of paper towels and cleaned himself and Quatre up. “You going to lay there all day?”
He chuckled. “I suppose I should get up.” He raised up on his elbows. “We should go to the club tonight.”
Trowa shook his head as he dressed. “I have to work. If you want to spend more time together, you'll have to come to the bar.”
Quatre nodded and pulled his clothes on. “I'll see if I can get the guys to come.”
******
Wufei sipped his Jack and coke. “My lease is up next month anyway, so it won't be a problem for me.”
“I've still got several months, but if I give them a months notice, I should still get my deposit back.” Duo grinned. “I can finally get away from Hilde.”
Quatre grunted softly. “Thank goodness for that.” He swirled the stir stick in his mixed drink. “I swear she has to be the biggest ditz I've ever met.”
Heero quirked an eyebrow. “What's her deal?”
“She's convinced I'm confused about my orientation or something and keeps trying to get in my pants.” He grimaced. “She comes up to my apartment in Daisy Dukes and skimpy tank tops to show off her cleavage.” He shrugged. “She's an attractive girl, I guess, but she can't get it through her head that I'm not attracted to girls. It's more than a little irritating.”
Quatre laughed. “Poor baby. Everyone loves you, don't they?”
He snorted. “Especially psychotic women.”
Wufei rubbed his shoulder, smirking. “Don't worry, we'll keep the evil women away.”
“Trowa?”
He looked over at the call. “Mike! I haven't seen you in forever. How's it going?”
The tall man smiled and leaned his elbows on the bar. “All right. I'm back in town visiting my parents. How are you doing?”
“Good, can I get you anything?”
“A Bloody Mary and Sex on the Beach.”
Quatre twisted on his stool, extending his hand. “Hi, I'm Quatre. Trowa's told me a lot about you.”
“All good I trust.”
He grinned. “Not a word.”
Mike laughed. “I bet it isn't, at that.” He quirked an eyebrow. “Y'all together?”
“For a while now.”
He looked to Trowa and grabbed his drinks after throwing a few bills down. “Got yourself a pretty one here.”
Trowa smiled. “I know.”
“Well, I better get back to my date. I'll catch up with you later.”
“Who was that?” Duo asked as the man disappeared into the crowd.
“An old ex of mine.”
“Are you that friendly with all of your old lovers?”
Trowa shrugged. “It was ten years ago and we parted as friends.”
Duo frowned. “How long did y'all date?”
“About three years. We met in my freshman year of college.”
“Wait... that'd make you thirty-one, or around there.”
He nodded, slightly amused at the three gaping faces, and pulled out his wallet. No one ever believed his age.
Duo gaped down at the driver's license, shaking his head. “Damn, Tro, robbing the cradle, ain't ya?”
“It's only ten years,” Quatre protested. He smiled sweetly. “Besides, you're not much better considering Wufei's age.”
Duo grimaced as his lovers looked to him with raised eyebrows. He sighed and pulled out his own license. “The date's a guess.”
“Twenty-eight?”
“Yep.”Heero frowned. “But if you don't know your birthday, how do you know how old you are?”
He shrugged, sipping his beer. “My earliest memory, I was wandering the streets. The only thing I knew was that I was five years old. I got the name Duo from one of the kids on the street and Maxwell from the orphanage I went to.”
Wufei handed the license back. “But you said your parents were dead. How can you-”
“I don't, but dead sounds better than me being abandoned, don't you think?” Although his tone was light, there was the barest hint of an edge to it that the other four instantly picked up on and decided a change of topic was in order.
Wufei leaned his back to the bar and finished his drink, gazing over the dance floor. He set his empty cup down and put his hand to Duo's forearm, leaning over to whisper in his ear. “Care to dance, old man?”
Duo scoffed. “I'll show you old.” He left his beer on the bar and grabbed Wufei. He held a hand toward Heero and the Japanese man downed his drink, taking the hand.
Quatre and Trowa watched the trio move fluidly on the dance floor. Quatre hadn't been sure the relationship between the three could possibly work out. He'd been afraid one would feel left out or get hurt, but as he watched them dance, each giving and receiving as the moves dictated, he decided he'd never seen people so in sync and in tune to their partner's needs and wants.
“They really could pull this off,” he murmured.
Trowa nodded. “I think with Duo's passion and Wufei's fire, Heero's steadiness balances them out.”
“So, he's kinda the glue.”
Trowa laughed. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”
They watched as Duo slipped from the middle after laying a not so chaste kiss on Wufei to direct the two Asian's to dance while he pressed his back to Heero's. Two slender but muscular arms moved, one to lay behind Duo's neck and the other to grip Wufei's hip.
Quatre smiled softly. “I'm glad they met Heero. They all need each other.”
Trowa smiled. “They'll be just fine.”
“I see that,” Quatre muttered, a tad huskily.
He smirked. “They are somewhat... alluring.”
“Alluring? They're fucking hot, Trowa.”
He grimaced. “Why do you feel the need to be so vulgar?”
He smiled sweetly over the bar. “Because everyone else thinks I'm so angelic. I have to counter that somehow. A little vulgarity never hurt anyone.”
Trowa shook his head. “Minx.”
He grinned. “You know you love me.”
“That I do.”
******
Heero sipped his coffee as he read over the accountant's figures. He set the papers down and read over the request form from the head of housekeeping before dialing her extension.
“Housekeeping, Janine speaking.”
“Hi, Janine, it's Heero.”
“Hello, Mr. Yuy. How are you?”
He smiled softly, not matter how many times he'd asked the older woman to call him by his first name, she refused. “I'm well. I was calling in regards to your request to hire some more help.”
“And?”
“We could easily handle four more housekeepers, so go ahead and put out a listing.”
“Thank you so much.”
“No problem.” He hung up and turned to his computer, clicking on what he was sure was the thousandth link he'd tried over the last two weeks. He quickly scanned the article, pursing his lips as he read. It was possible... giving the time frame.
He glanced to the clock and saved the website before shutting down his computer. Last week he and Duo had spent every day after work cleaning out Wufei's apartment and moving his clothes and personal items to Heero's penthouse. This week they were going to be moving Duo.
The mill had its yearly scheduled shut-down the next week, so Heero planned to take some vacation time to get his lovers more fully settled in.
He moved out of his 'home' office into the living room and crossed to the kitchen, dumping what was left of his coffee. He had a main office on the ground floor, but only used it when dealing with customers or business associates. His manager did a wonderful job of running the hotel, so he was rarely called on to handle problems. He grabbed his keys and wallet and went down to the lobby.
“Ah, Mr. Yuy, how are you today?”
“I have no complaints. And you, Treize?”
The manager smiled. “Couldn't be better.” He leaned closer. “Margarette says you've been making alterations in your living arrangements while I was on vacation.”
He nodded. He didn't discuss his personal life with everyone in the hotel, although he knew most of his staff was aware of his strange preferences; but Treize had been a friend of the family for years. “Duo and Wufei are moving in.”
“It's rather quick, isn't it?”
He raised a shoulder. “That doesn't mean it isn't real.”
Treize studied him a moment. “Are you happy, Heero?”
“Yes, I am.”
He smiled. “Then I'm happy for you.”
“Thank you.”
He set Duo's address into his GPS as he sat in his car, and followed the directions the device gave. Twenty minutes later, he was pulling into the parking lot of a small but seemingly well-kept apartment building. He parked next to Wufei's car and got out of his own.
“Heero!”
He looked up to the walkway of the second floor to see Duo with a wide grin. He smiled, shaking his head. “You're covered in sawdust.”
“Suction got clogged again and it sorta blew up in our faces. I let Fei shower first. Come on up.”
Heero went up the stairs and followed Duo into the apartment. He looked around the living room. The carpet was blue and bucked up in places. A wobbly entertainment center held a 27 inch flat screen TV and a coffee table was against the adjacent wall under the only window in the room. On the other wall sat an old love seat with a reading lamp, and next to it was an overfilled bookshelf.
Duo watched him as he inspected the room. “I know, it isn't much.”
Heero shook his head. “That wasn't what I was thinking. What of this do you want to keep?”
“The TV for sure, and I'd liked to keep the bookshelf, if I could.”
Heero moved to it and ran his hands over the mahogany grain. He rapt his knuckled to it. “Real wood.” He studied the molding around the top. “Very good craftsmanship, a master, I'd say.” He looked to Duo, intending to ask where he'd bought it, and found a blush on the braided man's face.
“What?”
He cleared his throat. “I made it.”
His eyebrows raised and he looked back to the bookshelf. “Really?”
Duo nodded. “Yeah. I used to work for a master craftsman. He taught me everything I know about carpentry. But he retired and I was ready for something else.” He scratched the back of his head. “I'm kind of a job hopper.”
“You're still at the mill.”
He grinned. “That's because Fei's there.”
Heero smiled and followed Duo into the bedroom. There wasn't much in the way of furniture. Only a full-sized bed, nightstand, and bean bag chair.
“All the furniture is going to some people at work. I'd like to keep the bean bag, though.”
“That's fine.”
Wufei came into the room in sweats and a T-shirt, raking a towel through his hair. “You're up.”
“Thank goodness.” He grabbed the pile of clothes off his bed and headed for the shower.
Heero pulled Wufei to his chest and kissed him. The Chinese man left the towel around his neck and wrapped his arms over Heero's shoulders. The Japanese man pressed one hand to the small of Wufei's back and the other between his shoulder blades.
Heero leaned back and smiled at his somewhat breathless lover. “Hi.”
“Hi. How was your day?” he asked as Heero released him.
He sat on the bed as Wufei continued running a towel through his hair. “It was all right. Not much to tell really. Yours?”
He groaned. “Suction got jammed. It took thirty minutes to find the clog and when we did, it poured out on us.” He shook off his frustration and grinned. “But, somehow we almost managed to reach six thousand feet. It isn't the first time we were over five thousand, but we were only fifty feet away from six today. If we can finish the week at the same pace, we'll get a damn good incentive bonus next week.”
Heero shook his head. “Do you like your job that much?”
Wufei tilted his head to the side. “It's hot in the summer and freezing in the winter. It's a high risk job with little return in the way of respect. But it's an honest living. Our bats go to the Major League. Our table legs are attached to the finest and most expensive tables in the states. And there's much more than that. Maybe it isn't the most glamorous or glorious of jobs, but I'm proud of who I am and what I can do.”
Heero nodded slowly. “I guess... compared to you and Duo, I'm not much more than a pampered socialite.”
Wufei shook his head and knelt before Heero. “No. Don't say that. I don't weigh people by their jobs or stations. I see them by their character. And so does Duo. You're an amazing person, Heero, with much to give. I only hope that I can give back in some small measure.”
Heero chuckled. “You give much more than a 'small measure'. You were born into class, I wasn't. I understand both yours and Duo's world.” He shook his head. “Neither is easy or undemanding.”
Wufei nodded. “I know. And I think, between the three of us, Duo, no matter how much he appears otherwise, is the most self-conscious where money is concerned.”
“I figured as much.” Heero ran his hands through damp, raven locks. “He'd rather spend money on other people than himself, right?”
“Yeah. Pretty much. He doesn't like being pampered. Well, let me rephrase that, he enjoys it, but doesn't think he's worth it. He thinks it's a waste of money, but he wouldn't think twice about spending his last dime on someone he cares about.”
Heero turned Wufei to sit with his back to his bed so he could play with his hair while they waited for Duo to get out of the shower. Wufei closed his eyes, enjoying the ministration.
“Do you have a hair fetish, Heero?”
He laughed softly. “Yeah. You should grow yours out a little longer.”
Wufei raised a shoulder. “I'll think about it, but I'm not growing it out nearly so long as Duo's.”
“I don't blame you.”
They sat in companionable silence until Duo emerged from the shower, hair wrapped in a large towel. “Well ain't that sweet? Play with mine next, Heero?”
“Maybe later, and only if you're good.”
He mock pouted, knowing full well there was no 'maybe' about it. Heero loved their hair and took every opportunity he had to play with it. “Okay, where do we start?”
They had his books and dishes in boxes and were boxing up more dishes when a knock came to the door. He opened it and groaned.
“You're back! Where were you last week? I really missed you. Want to go to a movie this weekend?”
“Hilde, how many times do I have to tell you I'm gay before you get a clue?”
“Come on, silly. I think you've spent too much time with your fairy friend. He can't be a good influence on you. You're just confused. Once you get to know a real woman, I'm sure you'll see that this gay thing is just a phase.”
Heero rolled his eyes. The girl was certifiable. He crossed to the door and pulled Duo to his chest, laying a sloppy but hot kiss on the braided man. After he was sure the girl had seen enough tongue fucking, he pulled away and glared at her shocked face.
“Mine.” He slammed the door.
TBC....
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