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Satisfied	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3495 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor any of its characters. I only own the original characters. And nobody's paying me to write this.

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Extra disclaimer: I do not own Bad Touch by Bloodhound Gang… In case anyone thought I might. Here’s the first new chapter in Satisfied in four years! I hope y’all enjoy!
“They’re really great, Quat!”
He grinned, glancing briefly down to his phone as Duo’s voice came through the speaker. For the past half hour, his friend had talked nonstop about his newly found family. “I take it you’re doing much better now?”
“Better than better.”
He leaned his hip to the counter as he ran liner over his upper lids. “What about work? Are you going back on Monday?”
A sigh. “I dunno. I’m kinda burned out on that now.”
He chuckled as he began applying mascara. “You have been there for longer than most jobs.”
“That was just so I could stay close to Fei. Now that I’ve got him I think it’s time to move on from the sawmill.”
Quatre finished with some tinted lip-gloss and dropped his cosmetics bag back in the top draw before scooping up his phone and turning off the speaker. “Any ideas what you want to do now?”
He grabbed arm warmers from the bed and slid them up his arms, the dark purple a contrast to the silk light purple tank top he wore. He covered it with a sheer shirt that he tied at his waist several inches above his low riding black flares.
He sat on the edge of the love seat to slip into wedge shoes before moving into the kitchen to get a bottle of water. It had been several weeks since he’d talked to Duo, and he understood, really he did. But he’d missed him, and – as Trowa like to commonly point out – Quatre was a bit of a diva when he didn’t get his way.
“I’ll think of something, I’m not in too much of a rush. I gotta finish getting ready. See you soon.”
“Yep. Trowa will be meeting us there since he has to fill in for Maggie until she can get in.” He glanced to the clock. “Actually, he may beat us there at this rate.” He grinned slightly. “I’m amazed Heero and Wufei haven’t backed out yet.”
******
Duo tied off his braid and turned to watch Heero dressing with a little frown between his brows. He shook his head. “It’s not a sex club, Heero, and they don’t employ prostitutes.”
He buttoned up a deep blue silk shirt and glanced over his shoulder. “Then why do they have bedrooms available?”
He shrugged. “In case someone gets in the mood.” He slid off the bed and draped himself over Heero’s back. “It isn’t like we’re unaccustomed to getting it on at random places.”
He grunted softly and turned in Duo’s arms, looking up the few inches that separated them. “I guess you have a point.” He smirked, running his hands down the braided man’s sides. “Think we might make use of one of those rooms tonight?”
“I’m hoping so.”
“Hoping what?”
They looked over as Wufei came out of the bathroom, hair loose and dripping water down his shoulders. Only a pair of black boxers covered the olive skin as he moved to the dresser and bent over to pull out some socks from the bottom drawer.
Duo groaned softly and Wufei glanced to them, eyebrow rising. “Get those looks off your faces. We don’t have time.”
As if to punctuate Wufei’s statement, Duo’s phone rang. “Saved for the moment, Fei.” He put his phone to his ear. “Hey, Trowa. What’s up?”
“Just wanted to make sure you guys aren’t backing out. I really don’t want to deal with a put out lover when I get there.”
He nodded, raking his eyes up Wufei’s form and decidedly disappointed when pants and a shirt covered his skin. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”
He snorted. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”
He chuckled. “Don’t worry, Tro. We’ll be there.”
An hour later, the three made their way up to the doors of the exclusive club, presented their IDs, and stepped inside. It wasn’t what Heero was expecting at all. It looked like any other club, with the exception of booths along the walls with curtains that could be pulled completely around them to hide any sort of frivolity the occupants might get up to.
There weren’t any cages with half-naked people dancing in them or anything like that, which was some of what he was afraid of.
“Duo!”
He looked over as the blond threw his arms around his shoulders. “What’s up, Kitty Quat?”
He leaned back and looked at Duo intently. “Extremely glad to see you.”
He grinned. “You too.”
Quatre returned the grin and pulled him over to one of the booths where Trowa was sitting with an amused smirk on his face. The tall man looked to Heero. “So?”
He looked around. “Not as bad as I thought.”
Trowa laughed. “Glad to hear that.” He dropped a kiss to Quatre’s lips as he put his arm around his small lover.
They ordered their drinks and Quatre sipped his before dropping his chin to the back of his hand. “You know, Duo, I could still use a model. Think you might want to give that a try for a while?”
Before Duo could answer, words blared over the speakers and Duo and Quatre sat up straighter, grinning at each other. Trowa groaned softly while Heero and Wufei just looked confused.
“Ha-Ha! Well now, we call this the act of mating
But there are several other very important differences
Between human beings and animals that you should know about”
The blond stood, a smirk on his lips and a swing in his hips as he sashayed around the table, holding out his hand to Duo. The beat that filled the room wasn’t exactly erotic or sensual, but the way Duo twirled Quatre around before pulling the blond’s back to his chest gave hint that the three at the table were probably in for an incredible show.
Duo leaned down, lips pressed to Quatre’s ear and moving with the next line. “I’d appreciate your input.”
One of Quatre’s arms was raised behind Duo’s neck, the other gripping his friend’s thigh. Duo’s hands gripped the blond’s hips as they gyrated to the music in a graceful yet raunchy display that was almost too vulgar for public.
Trowa chuckled at Heero and Wufei’s eyes popping out of their heads. “Don’t worry, it gets worse.”
“Sweat baby sweat baby sex is a Texas drought
Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about
So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts
Yes I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert and you're getting two thumbs up”
Duo’s hand slid down Quatre’s torse, lightly gripping his crotch. Quatre tossed his head back to his friend’s shoulder, pumping his hips to the beat of the music. He spun quickly, arms draping over Duo’s shoulders as the braided man thrust his thigh through the smaller man’s legs.
“You've had enough of two-hand touch you want it rough you're out of bounds
I want you smothered want you covered like my Waffle House hashbrowns
Come quicker than FedEx never reach an apex just like Coca-Cola stock you are inclined
To make me rise an hour early just like Daylight Savings Time”
The three at the table watched in rapt attention as their lovers appeared to be having sex fully dressed on the dance floor. Trowa glanced to the other two, emerald eyes incredibly darkened.
“I’ll be back.”
The song continued and Wufei and Heero were glued to the pair dancing to the dirty, vulgar lyrics.
“Do it now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now”
Trowa returned and leaned over the table. “Only one room left.” He held up the key. “Care to share?”
Heero wet his lips, smirking slightly. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”
They glanced to Wufei, but he was too enthralled by the pair on the dance floor to notice the exchange. Emerald eyes sparkled as they looked back to their lovers doing their best to have sex through their clothes.
“Love the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket
Like the lost catacombs of Egypt only God knows where we stuck it
Hieroglyphics? Let me be Pacific I wanna be down in your South Seas
But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean means "Small Craft Advisory"
So if I capsize on your thighs high tide, B-5 you sunk my battleship
Please turn me on I'm Mister Coffee with an automatic drip
So show me yours I'll show you mine "Tool Time" you'll Lovett just like Lyle
And then we'll do it doggy style so we can both watch "X-Files"
The three at the table lost it when Quatre had dropped his hands to the floor, Duo pumping his hips into the blond’s backside and mimicking the act portrayed in the song.
Quatre was raised to his feet and pulled flush to his lover’s body, Trowa gripping the blond’s ass tightly. Quatre dropped his head back, gasping hotly and Trowa took the opportunity to suck at the pale neck presented to him.
After several minutes Trowa pulled back, allowing his lover a moment to catch his breath. “You’re sex on legs.”
Quatre shivered at the sultry whisper. “Why thank you, lover.”
Trowa pulled him back to the booth where Heero and Wufei were busy showing their lover their appreciation for the show. Quatre fanned himself as he took a sip of his drink. “Do we need to get a room already?”
Heero’s lips curved upward as they pressed to Duo’s neck. He cut his eyes to the blond. “If we do it’s your fault.”
He raised an eyebrow. “My fault?”
“You started it,” Wufei agreed as he tore his lips from Duo’s reluctantly. “But I don’t think we need a room just yet.”
“We don’t?” Duo gasped.
The Chinese man’s eyes were drawn to Duo’s lap and his jaw dropped. “Heero!”
The other Asian merely grinned and continued lapping at Duo’s neck.
Quatre bit his lip as Duo’s head fell back slightly. He stood slightly and peeked over the table to see Heero’s hand working quickly over Duo’s erection. He sat back down and took a longer drink from his glass. A low moan escaped the braided man’s lips and Wufei quickly kissed him, trying to silence any more sounds.
Duo tangled his hand in Wufei’s hair, greedily accepting the kiss. If this was what dancing with Quatre got him, he would make a point of dancing with his friend far more often. Just as he felt his orgasm coming, Heero’s lips wrapped around him and sent him over the edge. His cry of completion was swallowed by Wufei and he felt the small Chinese man shiver.
As Heero sat up with a smirk, licking his lips, Wufei reached over Duo and smacked the Japanese man in the shoulder. “What the hell were you thinking? Are you trying to get us kicked out?”
He chuckled. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”
Quatre pouted and looked to Trowa. “How come you could help yourself?”
Trowa gazed at him silently for a long moment before shaking his head. “I don’t even know how to answer that.”
He laughed and took Trowa’s hand, pulling him back to the dance floor. “Then don’t bother.”
Duo came out of his somewhat dazed state and took a long pull from his drink. “What time are we supposed to be meeting your dad tomorrow?”
“Five.”
Wufei propped his cheek in his palm, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. “Think he’ll like us?”
Heero smiled, cupping both their faces in each palm. “He’ll love you.”
Wufei blushed. Duo didn’t seem to have a problem meeting Heero’s father, but Wufei was extremely nervous. They were sort of thrown into meeting Duo’s parents so it was different. Going to dinner with the purpose of meeting Heero’s father was a little disconcerting. He cut his eyes to Duo.
“How the hell was it that as soon as Heero got you off you thought of his father?”
The brunette flushed slightly. “Well, y’all know my mind runs in weird circles. Afterwards I go to thinking about how great it was that my dad didn’t care about my lifestyle and then I got to wondering about Heero’s dad.”
A groan from Heero drew their attention to their lover. They followed his gaze to find Trowa and Quatre in a rather heated and erotic embrace, lips and hips locked together in a sensual display that sent them all back into the heat they’d found themselves in only moments earlier.
The tall man paused at the table, glancing to Heero and waving a key. “We’re taking advantage. Care to follow?”
Duo groaned heavily. “No need to ask twice.”
Trowa managed to divest his lover of everything besides the arm warmers before he settled over his lover on the king sized bed in the room.
“Oh, shit,” Quatre gasped. “I need you.”
He chuckled softly against the sweat dampened skin of the blond’s neck. “Show me what you want.”
Quatre sucked in a heady breath and pushed Trowa away so he could get on his hands and knees. He turned lust-darkened blue eyes over his shoulder, licking kiss-swollen lips as he whispered, “hard and fast.”
Trowa groaned heavily and climbed behind his lover. He placed hot, open-mouthed kisses down Quatre’s spine. He quickly coated his fingers with lube and began stretching the quivering opening presented to him. No matter how many times he took him it seemed as if the blond never loosened up; always as tight as the first time he’d taken him.
“I’m ready. Please.” Quatre’s voice trailed off in a heavy groan and Trowa removed his fingers.
He kissed up Quatre’s back as he lubed his erection. When he reached the blond’s neck, he lapped at a particularly sensitive spot. “You want this?” He rubbed the tip of his hard length over the quivering opening and Quatre moaned headily.
“Fuck yeah.”
“Such vulgarity.”
Heated blue eyes gazed seductively over a pale shoulder. “Take me, Trowa. Please.” His pleas turned into a groan as the thick erection pressed into him.
The other three watched enthralled from the other side of the king sized bed, exchanging heated touches as their gazes remained firmly locked on the blond’s face. Quatre Winner was no player, only having less than a handful of lovers in his lifetime, but he was by far one of the hottest men in society. To see the usually composed and sweet face lost in such wanton sexual abandon was a sight few had seen.
Quatre pushed back on the rigid length inside him, relishing in the feeling of being dominated by his lover while knowing he was in complete control. The heavy friction set every nerve on fire as he was pounded harshly, every thrust of Trowa’s hips sending him higher and deeper into oblivion.
Heat coiled in his midsection and he gripped his erection his own hand, pumping in rhythm to Trowa’s thrusts. There was nothing more he wanted than his lover’s hot heat inside him. Nothing he loved more than Trowa’s touch. He lived to feel the fullness of Trowa inside him, beside him, partnered to him. The older man was his match in every way.
Warm heat filled him as Trowa came with a heady groan and the pounding stilled. Quatre whimpered softly when his lover pulled out of him, but didn’t have much time to complain as he was tossed to his back and a hot mouth devoured his length.
Quatre tangled his hands in cinnamon locks, gasping for breath and planting his feet on the mattress. All at once the heat exploded into a mind-blowing orgasm that ripped a keening wail from him and his back arched impossibly.
He collapsed to the mattress and smiled up at Trowa, feeling completely spent. He looked to the side where their friends were in the middle of a very heated romp of their own. He tilted his head slightly, wondering exactly how Wufei wasn’t hurting himself.
“Oh shit, Fei.”
Wufei was sitting on Duo’s lap, knees by the brunette’s chest and hands gripping Duo’s knees as the brunette slammed up into him. His back was arched, head nearly touching the edge of the mattress as he deep throated Heero’s length. The Japanese man was finding it difficult to remain standing while dark, raven hair teased at his thighs.
Duo wasn’t exactly sure how much more he could take. They’d been in some interesting positions, an afternoon by the lake one of his favorite memories of all time, but the flexibility Wufei was showing off – not to mention the incredible golden skin glistening with sweat stretched over the taught torso – was beyond anything he’d seen the Chinese man do so far. He was completely at Heero and Duo’s mercy; one wrong move could seriously injure their small lover. The depth of trust Wufei was showing was a heady experience in itself.
“Damn, Fei… you’re so hot.”
The Chinese man’s moan in response was muffled completely by the thick length inside his mouth.
Heero’s back arched slightly and a groan escaped him as he emptied into his lover’s willing mouth. He pulled out and sat on the edge of the bed, supporting Wufei’s shoulders as he leaned down to kiss him. He ran tentative touches over Wufei’s stomach, barely grazing his erection on occasion, but not giving enough to finish him off.
Duo followed Heero in climax and Wufei was nearly sobbing as he pulled out. Violet and blue eyes met briefly before they both descended on Wufei’s erection, licking, nipping, and sucking. Wufei tangled his hands in their hair.
“Oh shit… oh shit… please…” His mouth fell open. It was all too much as their hands and lips did positively wicked things to him. Slick fingers fondled his prostate, tongues ran over overheated flesh until everything washed white and he sagged heavily to the mattress, fighting to catch his breath.
He opened heavily lidded eyes to find Heero and Duo staring down at him with expressions close to awe and he bit his lip, not sure what to say. “Was it okay?”
Duo snorted a laugh and Heero leaned down to press a soft kiss to his lips. “You’re damn near perfect, you know that?”
“I don’t know that I’d go that far.”
TBC….
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