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The Sabintha Stories	By : Maureen Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 841 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Sabintha Stories: Not So Innocent pt. 2: Sleepless in Sanc: What
Trowa Found Out

Archive: The Sabintha Archives: http://gundamwing.fanworkrecs.com/Sabintha/index.htm

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Slap me - 1x4x1 (but no, ahem, sex
- you know, sex by President Clinton's definition only here, but no cigars.)
Also, 3x4 and 1x2.

Warnings: I just told you, it contains 1x4
elements, which was much harder for me to write than I imagined.

Author's note:
Duo's
not stupid in this fic, but he is rather drunk.

Kay
and Manon are beta goddesses. If there are still "whoops" though -
it's all my fault.

"So,
did you know that about your man?" Duo asked as he and Trowa stood in front
of the vid cabinet.

Trowa
punched in the combination and then stepped back to allow Duo entrance. Totally
deadpan, he replied, "What, that Quatre has smoked marijuana? I knew."

Duo
looked at him in pure disgust. "No, Barton! I meant 'did you know your
man's a horny little pervert?'"

"Name's
'Winner.' And watch who you're calling little." Trowa's grin was just the
right combination of sexy and scary. "And yes, I knew that, too. Just
didn't know that he had this little collection."

Duo
laughed, "You watch what you're calling little!" He swung the
doors of the cabinet open to reveal row after row of neatly labeled vid-discs.
"You never asked what was in here?"

Trowa
shrugged and ran a finger over a line of discs. Numbers disappeared under his
finger and reappeared as it trailed off. "I trust Quatre � I don't feel
the need to search through his personal belongings."

Duo
gave him a sidelong look and then picked up a disc from a small pile stacked on
one of the shelves. "Do you suppose those letters are the initials of the,
erm, 'participants'?" Trowa simply nodded. "Then I've found the one I
want to watch!"

"Let
me see that." Trowa calmly plucked the disc from Duo's gesticulating hand.
The spine quite clearly read: TB-W/QRW 1: Hot Tub. "No.
Forget it." Trowa tucked the disc in his back pocket with a sly smirk.
"Pick again."

"Killjoy�"
Duo muttered. He picked up the small, haphazard pile and slowly sorted through
it. The bottom three discs were linked together with a rubber band, and Duo
turned the spine to read, "Dorothy Catalonia Membership Audition �
Sleepless in Sanc 1 � 27. There's no initials � I wonder who it's
of�"

Trowa
gave him an inscrutable blink and held out his hand. "I'll put them in, and
you'll find out."

Duo
tossed him the discs and nested in the large couch in front of the large vid
screen. Trowa took the other end after loading the player. Dorothy Catalonia's
visage flickered onto the screen. She was dressed in an impeccably tailored
maroon suit and leaning against a rich mahogany desk. She looked directly into
the camera and began to speak, and for several minutes, her voice was the only
sound in the room.

"Greetings!"
She began, eyes gleaming brightly. "I cannot express the excitement I feel,
having so recently discovered that there are other women who share my interests.
And to find that a club such as this exists � quite beyond my wildest
dreams!" Dorothy gave a dismissive little flick with her left hand,
"It is only natural, I suppose, when you think about it � many men are
likewise intrigued by the thought of two women. However, until my dear Lady
first introduced me to her works, I had no idea that my fascination was shared.
By such a wide range of women�"

She
pulled away from the desk and moved behind it. The camera, obviously one of the
newer automatic tracking models followed her motion smoothly as Dorothy sat.
"I believe there is an underlying art form in recordings of this kind �
beyond the obvious erotically stimulating quality - the very verisimilitude of
the participants and their situations provides for a most insightful study into
human nature."

"What
in the hell is she talking about?" Duo mumbled.

"Shut
up!" hissed Trowa as Dorothy continued.

"The
following collection of Captures are best viewed as a whole, and not for any
particularly striking moment in any one encounter � although the 27th, I feel,
outpaces even the later Captures in the "Masked Rose" series in sheer
intensity and dark sensuality. But I digress, as I will be discussing that
particular segment in some depth a bit later." Dorothy closed her eyes and
sighed briefly. "I know that some of you will come to this looking at it as
a "first time" Capture � a subset favored by many, I am told. But to
simply assign that label to the following would be a disservice. Besides, at
least one of the young men is not a virgin at the time of the recordings."

She
leaned back a bit in the chair, arms forming a neat isosceles triangle anchored
on the armrests of the chair. "The psychological aspect of these Captures
is far more intriguing than the physicality of the encounters. Divided roughly
into three segments, we see the progress of a relationship based not on love or
mutual affection, but rather on desperate need and overpowering guilt � from
both the participants. They are very young men, neither very experienced in sex
� both obviously still learning about their bodies and bringing pleasure to
others. And here I must point out that the only penetration that occurs is
either lingual or digital�"

"Wha�?"
Duo started to ask.

"Tongues
and fingers." Trowa cut him off.

"Ohhhh�"
Duo breathed softly as Dorothy continued on the screen.

"The
encounters become steadier and more controlled physically, as time progresses
� but emotionally, the situation deteriorates. Often, a third name will be
mentioned by one or both � a comrade missing in arms and presumed dead � and
it is from there that the guilt stems." She leaned forward again, hands
folded neatly on the desk and eyes boring earnestly into the camera. "But
it is over the last eight or so encounters that the relationship becomes less
about mutual physical release and more about the politics of control. Which do
you suppose dominates? Sheer brute strength or calculated manipulation? For sex
is not chess � strategies and elaborate battle plans are not always the way to
win." Dorothy smirked. "And if you do win � what have you really
gained?"

"As
I mentioned earlier � the 27th and last tryst of this set is particularly
noteworthy for several reasons, not the least of which is the sheer raw
sexuality on display. But the subtle undertones of the seemingly lighthearted
play soon grow darker and more pronounced. And many questions are raised about
the dynamics of power in a sexual setting � and preconceptions about control
are challenged. For who really dominates � the top or a bottom in any
situation? Who is really in control � the one tying the knots, or the one
allowing them to be tied?" Dorothy's smirk faded to a resigned smile.
"You should expect no answers. You must instead form your own opinions�
And I urge you not to directly jump to this encounter. You shall find its
viewing much more fulfilling if you watch the sequence before it �"

Duo
snatched at the remote. "Skip ahead! Skip ahead!"

There
was a brief struggle, during which the discs whirled wildly in the player as
several buttons were depressed at once. Suddenly, the screen flashed back to
life.

A
much younger Quatre wavered into view, naked and tensed, sitting in a
high-backed armchair, sweat lightly sheening his skin. His hands were buried in
the thick, dark mop of the similarly youthful Heero, who crouched between his
legs, moving his mouth over Quatre with meticulous, measured strokes. The
playback had apparently started near the end of the encounter, for after only a
few moments, Quatre's hands tightened and he threw back his head, calling out
"Trowa!" loudly as his orgasm overtook him.

At
this, Heero sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a
black expression on his face. "You know I hate it when you do that!"
He growled as he pushed up off the floor and stalked away, leaving a flushed
Quatre alone, dazed and post-euphoric as the scene faded.

Trowa
paused the disc. He closed his eyes and tightened his lips into a strange little
grin. He blinked once, then twice at the screen and turned to face Duo, who was
totally speechless, though his jaw was slack. "That was�" Duo began.

"Yep."

"And
Heero�"

"Yep."

"Holy
shit!"

"Yep."

"Trowa?"

"Yeah?"

"Remind
me never to call Quatre 'little' again�"

The
only reply was a half-smile and a wicked gleam in Trowa's eye.

"Yeah,
well." Duo shivered the shock away, "Did you know?" Trowa shook
his head. "Are you angry?" Again, a negative shake. Duo pondered this
for a moment. "It was a long time ago�" Catching Trowa's
eye, he asked, "Can we watch number 27 now?"

Trowa
shook his head again and 'hmphed,' but advanced the discs and fiddled with the
menu until he found the section entitled simply "27."

The
screen blackened momentarily and then an opulently decorated bedroom flared into
view. A dark wood bed was at the center of the frame, a four-poster with
canopy-less spires that jutted up half way to the high ceiling. The walls were
covered with watered blue silk from midpoint to top, and intricate white
plasterwork stretched to the floor. Heavy jacquard drapes of raw blue and pale
gold silk blocked out the tall windows, and the matching bedspread complemented
them.

From
behind the camera, a door opened and a few moments later, Quatre strolled into
view and leaned against the railing at the foot of the bed. He was dressed in
the formal Sanc school uniform, and he carefully removed and laid aside the
jacket. He toyed with his cravat, slowly untying it and sliding it back and
forth around his neck as he watched just past the camera range with a bemused
smile on his cherubic face. This continued for the space of perhaps forty
heartbeats, and then the door slammed open with plaster-cracking force and a
voice snarled, "What did you hope to prove with that, you little
cock-tease?" as Heero stalked into the screen.

"Do
you have any idea what it's like? To sit for two and a half hours, listening to
Relena drone on about peace � with someone's foot in your lap." The
barely suppressed fury had thickened Heero's voice. Quatre continued playing
with his tie, a serene smile on his face. Heero apparently did not appreciate
this response � he grabbed Quatre by the biceps and pulled him close. The two
boys studied each other for a moment, Quatre's beatific expression never
wavering until Heero covered his mouth with a fierce kiss.

A
dull thud came from behind the couch, followed by a low gurgling as Quatre's
dropped beer spilled its contents across the Persian rug. "Oh�
my�" the blonde gasped. The plate of sushi he carried tipped and a rain
of morsels ended in a series of small, sticky plops. Trowa paused the vid and
looked over his shoulder at his stunned lover.

"Hey!"
Exclaimed Heero as he bumped into the now petrified Quatre. "Heeeyyyy�"
he drawled as he caught sight of the action frozen on the screen. "Turn it
back on, I want to see�"

"Turn
it OFF!" No one appeared more surprise by the outburst than Quatre. His
face was flushed brick-red, and he looked down before adding softly,
"Please�"

"No,
nu-uh, no way, forget it! I want to see � besides, Trowa and I aren't mad, are
we, Tro?" Duo nodded at Trowa for confirmation and Trowa nodded back.
"See? C'mon, Cat � be a sport."

Heero
had settled on the floor between Duo's legs, content to pillow his head on his
lover's lean thigh. Duo played with his hair for a moment and then continued,
"Besides, after all Dorothy's build up, we have to see what #27 is all
about�"

"NO!"
Quatre belted out in horror, diving over the back of the couch in an attempt to
wrestle the remote away from Trowa. "Not 27� please�" he gasped as
he was subdued and pinned down. "Please don't watch this�" Quatre
pleaded in defeat, trembling his lower lip in an attempt to look extra pitiful.

"Not
going to work, Quatre. That just makes me want to watch it more." Trowa
eased off of his smaller captive, pulling Quatre up to sit next to him and
anchoring him firmly with an arm around his shoulders. "And I'm not mad �
that was a bad time for the both of you. And if this was how you needed to work
through things, I'm just glad you were there to help each other." Quatre
still looked miserable. "It's not as if the two of you did anything that
we've never done�"

"You'd
be surprised�" mumbled Quatre. Duo snorted, Heero sniggered, and Trowa
pressed 'Play.'

On
screen, the kiss broke. "Heero, I really don't see what you're so upset
about. You looked bored," Quatre's eyes were wide in the approximation of
innocence. "And I just though I'd try and help you pass the time. You
seemed to be enjoying the attention�"

Heero
grabbed him again and gave a little shake. "Do you have any idea what it
feels like to be on the verge of bursting for over two hours with no release? Do
you know how painful it is?" He growled as Quatre shrugged off his tight
grip and resumed twiddling with his cravat. "Because if you don't know, I
think you should."

"Whatever
do you mean, Heero?" Quatre pulled back slightly from the menace in Heero's
tone.

"This
is what I mean!" Heero snatched the fabric from Quatre's hand and twined it
around his left wrist before pulling the blonde over to one of the bedposts.
"Maybe it's about time someone taught you a lesson." He tied the other
end of the cravat around the pole, and jerkily removed his own. "Beat you
at your own game." After a brief struggle, he was able to capture Quatre's
other wrist and secured it in a similar fashion � leaving Quatre spread
cruciform between the two posts at the end of the bed.

"You
know," observed Duo conversationally. "You really didn't try and fight
all that much, did you Cat?" Quatre squirmed under Trowa's heavy arm and
grumbled under his breath.

Heero
was lightly running his hands over the bound Quatre's body. "I wonder what
I should do with you, now." He ripped the blonde's shirt open casually.
"Maybe just leave you hang here until morning?" Quatre simply stared
mutely back at him as Heero tore the shirt from the back as well. He pulled the
halves down his captive's arms and used the material to reinforce the bonds.
"I could go get Dorothy and tell her I have a present for her�"

Both
on the screen and on the couch, Quatre shuddered. "That was truly
evil!" Duo swatted at Heero's head as he shivered in sympathy.

"Or,"
Heero continued, nonchalantly pinching Quatre's nipples harshly. "I could
tease you like you did me, and see how long it takes you to beg�"

"Please,
Heero�" Quatre moaned, and then his tone turned arch as he taunted.
"Please don't make me laugh � you could never make me beg."

"We'll
see." Heero growled before attacking Quatre's neck. The blonde bent,
exposing more of his skin to the onslaught of Heero's teeth and tongue. He
caught one of Quatre's earlobes and suckled it before kneeling to remove his
captive's shoes and pants. Breathless, Quatre shivered as Heero ghosted his
hands just centimeters over the newly bared body. Heero then stepped back and
smirked, "Don't go anywhere, Quatre." And he left the room.

Disturbingly
enough, the Mona Lisa smile remained in place on the abandoned blonde's face. He
did not even test the bonds, but rather stood complacently until Heero returned
a few minutes later with his laptop tucked firmly under his arm. Quatre remained
silent as Heero settled at a small desk and began to type.

Duo
groaned. "I hope to hell Dorothy edited this! 'Cause as cute as your naked
ass is, Quatre � I really don't want to watch you hanging there for the next
three hours while Mr. Sadistic masturbates with his machine�"

"It
didn't take that long." Quatre's muffled voice came from the vicinity of
Trowa's armpit.

Indeed,
scarcely a minute after he re-entered the room, Heero was pacing in front of
Quatre again. "Laptop not helping with your problem, Heero?" Quatre
purred, obviously eyeing the other's groin. He licked his lips lightly and they
returned to the same placid smile as before.

Heero
growled and halted. "Is this all some kind of game to you, Winner?" He
stalked closer to the bound blonde. "Don't you realize that you have no
control in this situation � I could hurt you if I wanted to� I could
even�" Here, he grabbed Quatre's legs and spread them wide, stepping
between them to thrust meaningfully into the cradle of his captive's hips.

"But
you won't." Quatre tried to catch Heero's eyes, "Look at me, Heero."
When the command was obeyed, the blonde softly continued. "You won't will
you, Heero? You won't take me, and do you know why that is?"

"Because
that's just for Trowa." Heero almost sounded petulant.

"Aw,
Quatre � that's kind of sweet in a really twisted way!" Duo elbowed him,
causing the blonde to shrink even closer to his lover.

"Yes,
it is," whispered Trowa into Quatre's blushing ear.

"No,
Heero, that's not what's stopping you. Try again." Quatre canted closer to
Heero and wrapped his legs around the now frozen boy, rocking against him
slowly.

"Because
it's against your rules." Heero gritted, his hands dropping down to stop
Quatre's movement.

"And
why does that matter?" Quatre hummed, shifting forward to nuzzle Heero's
cheek. When he received no answer, Quatre strained against his bonds to run his
tongue around the edge of Heero's ear. "Why do my rules matter, Heero?"
His words were almost too soft to be heard. Heero moaned and attempted to twist
away, but Quatre tightened his legs, refusing to release him. "Tell me,
Heero�"

"Because
you're in control." Heero's head dropped to Quatre's shoulder, and his
hands moved up to embrace the blonde.

"Who's
in control, Heero?" Quatre whispered. "Who, Heero? Say my
name�"

"Quatre�"
Heero groaned, tightening his hold as Quatre moved against him in a steady
rhythm. "Quatre�" His hands danced frantically over the blonde's
undulating back as the next repetition was ripped from him, "Quatre!"

Quatre
pulled back, a true smile on his face for the first time since the scene began.
"Yes, Heero. I am in control. Can you trust me again? Can you trust me to
be in control?"

"Yes�"
Heero panted, his head still bent down. He slowly looked up into Quatre's eyes.
"Is that what this has all been about?"

Quatre
nodded and dropped his legs back down to the floor. "Now finish me,"
he ordered. Heero sank to his knees and obeyed the softly spoken command.

"Well,
shoot me now, I've seen it all! Quatre the dominatrix and Heero the quivering
submissive�" There was a subtle note of respect mixed in with the awe
apparent in Duo's voice.

"Duo!
I was trying to prove a point!" Quatre said. His onscreen counterpoint
moaned softly as Heero applied firm tongue pressure to his point.

"What?
That that's the best position for a blow job?" Duo never looked away from
the screen.

"I
was trying to show Heero that I was over the Zero, that I could be trusted
again. Plus, I didn't want him going off half-cocked and � "

Trowa
interrupted. "Oh, he doesn't look half-cocked to me�" Everyone
looked at him; expressions ranging from shocked to mildly amused. Trowa simply
gestured back to the display, where Heero had worked his pants down and was
stroking himself in time with his mouth's movements over Quatre.

"Trowa!"
Quatre spluttered.

In
reply, Trowa put his hand over Quatre's mouth and whispered in his ear, "Shh�
we'll talk about this later." Quatre shuddered, and then suckled gently at
the palm over his lips, grinning as the action caused a corresponding shudder in
his partner. Their eyes met and the room faded around them for a moment as a
silent communication flowed between them � asking, seeking, promising� And
then the mounting cries wrenched their attention back to the screen, leaving the
unspoken echo of "later" hanging between them.

"Yes!"
Quatre pushed forward as far as he was able, bringing his legs back up to drape
over Heero's shoulders. "Yes� Oh, yes� Trowa!" he cried loudly as
he pushed forward a final time.

"Why
do you always have to say that?" Heero's head rested on Quatre's inner
thigh.

"You
know why." Quatre hugged him briefly with his legs before pulling away.
"Now untie me and you won't have to worry about me saying anything for a
few minutes�"

Heero
was on his feet immediately, pulling at the material around Quatre's wrists so
fiercely that the bedposts cracked and split even as the bonds gave way.
"My, Heero � how are we ever going to explain that to Relena?"

"I
thought you weren't going to talk anymore!"

Quatre
answered by pouncing on the other pilot, mouth closing around him even as the
momentum carried them both to the floor. With nimble hands and tongue he
attacked the downed Heero, steadily sucking as he knelt by his side.

"Jesus!
I take back everything I ever said about you being with Quatre for his money,
Tro." Duo's eyes opened wide as he tilted his head to the side to follow
the action better. "You know, you two are kinda pretty together� wanna
give us a live replay?"

"No!"
Trowa shut down the conversation and the disc at the same time. He tossed the
remote to Duo and then stood. "You two do whatever you want, but Quatre and
I are going to bed now." Without waiting for a response, he pulled the
blonde from the couch and slung him over his shoulder.

As
he strode towards the door, Quatre lifted his head to wave goodnight to his
slightly dazed guests. "I hope you don't mind entertaining yourselves for
the rest of the night!" And then he dropped his head back down, smiling at
the view as he was bounced out of the room.
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