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Trinity
By : Aestas
Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Duo was lying sprawled on his stomach, each arm bound and attached to its closest corner of the headboard. The pressure on his wrists was demanding but not painful. It seemed Trowa knew his rope work. He yanked once, testing the slack in the silken cords, but it was tied well. Enough slack to give him some movement, but not enough to fake any freedom. Duo knew he could get loose if he wanted, but it would take some time…and he had given his word he wouldn’t.

Trowa’s hands skimmed over the backs of Duo’s legs, up and up to his ass, gripped the flesh there, and travelled back down to ankles. Trowa bent Duo’s knee up, foot suspended in the air, and ran his lips across his toes, dragging them over the arch of his foot. Moist lips attached themselves to sensitive patch of skin under the rise of his ankle.

Duo shivered as his taller lover found and exploited a sensitive spot he hadn’t known existed.

Quatre watched the sexy twist in Trowa’s lips in response to Duo’s slight groan. Green eyes met blue, and he turned his attention to the blond. Foot still held close to his mouth, Trowa spoke. “This doesn’t have anything to do with fetishes, but it can still be a learning experience for you, feather, if you’d like. It will be for me.”

“What?” Quatre was a little confused.

Trowa skimmed his fingers lightly down the back of Duo’s leg. “Everyone has erogenous areas, some are pretty similar on everyone, and some are fairly individualized. I haven’t had the opportunity to map out all of Duo’s sensitive areas, or yours for that matter. But since we have such a beautiful opportunity, I’m going to take advantage of Duo’s submission.” Trowa’s tone became devious with the last sentence.

“What?!” Duo did not sound happy. “That could take hours! I thought we had a bet going?”

The sound of Trowa’s chuckle made Quatre’s groin tighten even more painfully. He was already blatantly hard from Duo’s turn, and now…

“I agreed to let you do what you want, as fast as you want, to me, Duo. I never said I would return the favor. I have no interest in rushing through my time with you. Its too limited as it is.”

Something close to a growl rumbled from Duo’s throat, but turned into a groan as Trowa’s teeth nips at the newly discovered spot. Emerald eyes were dark with want as they caught Quatre in his sights. “I only have one mouth; I can only handle one leg at a time, unless you help.”

His voice was absolute sin, and Quatre found himself standing and walking over to the bed before he even fully registered the command to do so. “I don’t really know…”

The taller man cut him off, hands running teasingly up Duo’s thighs. “The skin can respond differently to different sensations, the heated moisture of your breath, the tug and ripple of dry lips pulled across damp skin, the wet trail of tongue, the sharp stab of sensation from a bite. You should try any and all of these, just to see what he likes.”

Quatre watched Duo squirm a bit, rubbing his crotch into the mattress beneath him, as Trowa’s mouth began to drift down over the prone man’s Achilles heel. Drawn closer, the blond found himself sitting on the bed and crawling closer to Duo’s unoccupied leg.

Fair hands drifted over the calloused skin at Duo’s heel, but Trowa’s muffled voice stopped him. “You’re wearing far too many clothes for this.”

Blood rushed to his cheeks, blushing, but still too excited to do anything but obey, Quatre stood and began stripping with an, “oh, right.” As he pulled his pants down, his cock bobbed and caught Trowa’s attention.

It was red and angry looking, Trowa could practically see it throbbing with need. He and Duo had been so preoccupied with the bet, or taking advantage of it, that they had neglected Quatre. “That looks painful, little feather.”

His face flushed darker. “Its not that bad.”

But Trowa was having none of it, inspiration struck him. He slid off the bed, wrapped his hand around Quatre’s shaft as the blond moaned and thrust into him, distracted. The taller man lifted him easily crawled onto the bed, and set Quatre down on top of Duo. Both men let out a surprised yelp.

Quatre tried to roll off, but Trowa held him there as he protested. “I’m going to hurt him, Trowa let me off.”

Trowa lowered his mouth over the swollen flesh between his legs, freezing Quatre on the spot. “You’re not hurting him; you’re indulging him. Think about it, your slight weight pinning him down, naked flesh writhing against him, pressing his shaft into the mattress, all while listening to you moan, feeling your hips thrust up as I suck you off.”

Duo moaned and buried his head in the pillow.

Quatre’s mouth had gone dry with Trowa’s words, even drier still as that sinful mouth closed around the head of his cock. Long fingers gripped his thighs and pushed them apart; stretched to almost his limit, a low moan tore itself from Quatre’s throat as a tongue wrapped itself around his shaft before the suction began.

Duo, on the other hand, was being tortured slowly. The soft, fine strands of blond hair were settled right along the back of his neck, every time Quatre’s head moved, those locks dragged along the sensitive skin causing shivers to pour down his spine. Quatre’s hands had reached up to grip Duo’s forearms, the thought of how much pleasure his smaller lover was surfing through to cause the crushing, rhythmic grip. That rhythm was echoed by the push and pull Quatre’s hips nestled right under the curve of Duo’s buttocks, causing pressure against his ass, but not enough…

The grunts and moans of his kitten, the occasional, devious touches against his inner thighs made Duo rock hard, and when he heard the keening cry that signaled his lover’s approaching climax, Duo desperately wanted to join him.

Trowa pumped his fingers in and out of his smallest lover slowly but with some force behind it as his tongue danced across the firm, hot flesh in his mouth. Quatre was thrusting backwards onto his hand then forwards into his mouth, unable to consciously control his hips, a slave to the need, drowning in the feeling of so much bare flesh under him, of so much suction and pressure against his cock, of Trowa’s groan vibrating down his shaft.

Quatre lost control of his voice as he felt his body convulse, as bliss soaked its way up his spine, engulfed his scalp, then poured itself into Trowa’s mouth. Pleasure-weakened and floppy from release, the blond blinked a few times before he registered that he was still lying on top of Duo.

Duo shifted, trying to find some relief for his aching cock, and that brought Quatre out of his haze. “Oh! Sorry.” He crawled off his living mattress.

“Don’t apologize, kitten; it was really hot.” His voice stretched into a groan as his hips squirmed against the bed.

“Then we should get back to our explorations.” Trowa’s voice crawled across Duo’s skin as the braided man felt hot breath ghost down the back of his calf before lips dragged themselves down and down to press into the back of his knee. Duo shuddered as the heat of those lips became suction, the swipe of a tongue, the sharp nip of teeth.

Green eyes and blue met locking as their mouths continued to torture their ways up the back of Duo’s thighs. The braided man squirmed and writhed, pushing his groin down for some form of relief.

Everything was vivid, seemingly in slow motion, as sensual heat continued to rise from the bodies on the bed. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears, slow but heavy as his mouth moved in time. Quatre couldn’t seem to pull his eyes away from Trowa’s as they bent over their lover like animals devouring prey, and Duo’s almost constant noises assured them that he was more than enjoying their attentions.

As they neared the rising curve of Duo’s ass, Trowa looked away. It seemed to break a sort of spell, time returned to its normal speed, but Quatre continued to watch his taller lover. Trowa’s eyes were dark, almost black with lust, his lips parted and his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. Quatre turned to see what he was looking at, and realized with a pulse of heat that Trowa’s eyes were glued to Duo’s entrance.

It was still stretched and wet from their previous meeting, Trowa’s seed had left another trail along the inside of Duo’s thigh, and as he watched, that rosy little ring clenched, wanting to be filled as Duo squirmed into the mattress.

Wow, that’s hot. Quatre’s temperature skyrocketed even as he turned back to look at Trowa. He still hadn’t looked away, and he licked suddenly dry lips. Quatre had a fleeting, amusing thought…he’d never really considered the always calm infiltration expert as horny, but there was no arguing it now. It made him smirk a little, gave him a little more confidence about his lack of experience compared to his two lovers.

Trowa’s voice was deep and husky, and his eyes shifted to Quatre and back again quickly. “There’s nothing sexier than the site of your cum dripping out of your lover’s ass.”

His words in that voice made Duo curse and pant. Quatre was beyond turned on, but he also took the slightest offense at how little attention Trowa was paying him now. The blond leaned forward into Trowa’s line of vision, crawled over Duo’s leg to better align himself, eyes glued to the white trail along Duo’s inner thigh. He heard Trowa gasp, and it pushed him farther, faster, hotter. He felt absolutely wanton as blue eyes, in a wide mockery of innocence, cut to green. “You’re sure?” Quatre’s tongue snaked out and ran up that trail, tasting Trowa’s essence on Duo’s skin. “Absolutely nothing sexier than that?”

Duo felt Quatre’s breath against his skin as he spoke, then that tongue continued upward to circle his aching hole. “Shit!” His whole body felt ready to explode.

Trowa shuddered, completely mesmerized by the site of his innocent angel rimming his devious pixie. “I stand corrected.” His voice cracked, and Quatre chuckled.

He really didn’t know what he was doing when it came to rimming another, but it didn’t matter because both of his lovers seemed to think he was doing just fine. Quatre closed his eyes and buried his face in Duo’s ass wanting to see how many new sounds he could drag from Duo.

He felt like he was just starting to get the hang of it when a hand gripped his hair and pulled him back, not painfully, but the demand was clear. Quatre was brought to half kneeling, confused as Trowa was suddenly so close.

“I like you confident.” And his mouth was hot and demanding against him. Trowa’s tongue probed his mouth, teeth threatening too much contact, but it didn’t matter. Quatre could barely breathe from the heat.

“Dammit, guys! Its beginning to hurt. I’m gonna have blue balls for a week!” Duo’s voice interrupted.

Quatre pulled back, and Trowa’s smirk was staring him in the face. “He begging for us, feather.”

“Yeah.” His voice was breathy.

“You should take him.” Trowa’s voice was sin as it ghosted across Quatre’s ear. “Pin him to the bed and make him scream your name.”

“Please.” Duo was past the point of caring, whatever it took to get off and get out of these bindings.

Lips trailed up his neck, breath hot and evil. “He’s hurting, Quatre.” Then there was a slick hand on his cock, stroking lube along his shaft, and Quatre couldn’t hold back the thrust into that fist.

Duo was already stretched and slick from riding Trowa earlier, so the slide in was smooth and perfect. Quatre shuddered as Duo’s passage clenched around him, groaning and thrusting back further onto the blond man’s cock.

Trowa watched Quatre put more weight behind his thrusts, using his hands on Duo’s hips as leverage to get that much more force. He took a moment to enjoy the sight of his lovers in the throws of passion and turned to his new objective. He crawled up towards Duo’s head, appreciating the view of all that bare skin laid out beneath him. The only thing covering his nakedness was a long, ruffled rope of auburn hair.

Running his fingers along the braid, letting fingers slip off to brush his skin, Trowa spoke. “If you have any objections to me unraveling your braid, speak it now.”

Duo groaned with a particularly deep thrust. “Go ahead.”

Trowa slipped the band from the end, and started finger-combing the strands out, working his way up to Duo’s scalp. He buried his hands in the thick hair on his head, reveling in the feel of hair as thick and luxurious as wet silk.

Duo felt strong, long fingers begin to massage the back and top of his head, it was completely different from the hard, deep fucking Quatre was performing on his hind end. Then those fingers tightened, almost painfully, but not quite; his head was lifted, neck bent back threateningly, tight, so tight he could barely breathe. It was demanding and totally hot to be manhandled this way.

His head was lowered just slightly and turned, violet eyes landed on Trowa’s erect cock. Duo licked his lips then Trowa was pushing the head of his shaft into his mouth. Duo’s body was soaring, stretched out like he was on the rack, being fucked from the front and behind. It was amazing to feel so helpless, and he was stuck between heaven and hell and never wanted it to end.

“You’re lips are amazing, pouty, cock-sucking lips; they look so good wrapped around me.” Trowa held Duo’s head still as he slowly drew in and out of his mouth. “Are you a cock whore, Duo? Because you look like one right now, spread over Quatre, and sucking me so enthusiastically.”

Duo was moaning shamelessly, and his body clenched tight around Quatre. The blond had to force himself to still for a moment, thrusting into that vice. “I think he likes that, Trowa.”

“Really?” His tone made it pretty clear that he was already aware of this fact. “Maybe you should talk dirty to him, Quatre.” The blond opened his mouth, but shut it pretty quick, and Trowa took pity on him. “Tell him how tight he is, how hot his ass is, how hard you want to fuck him, that you’re going to make him scream.”

Quatre blushed to the roots of his hair as different naughty phrases circled his head. Finally, he decided on “you feel so good, Duo, so tight.”

Duo’s body was twisted tight, moaning near constantly, saliva dripping from his mouth as he sucked. His hips humped the mattress, desperately trying to get off, but Trowa’s hand tightened in his hair. “You’re going to cum on our cocks, or not at all.”

That crushing grip, those harsh words, the force in his ass, the cock in his mouth, too much, and Duo wailed around the stiff flesh between his lips. He came hard, vision turning white with black spots. Quatre thrust in deep just as Duo locked down on him, clenching and spasming hard around him. The blond fell over the edge, hips pumping in time with those thrusts.

Trowa felt his end coming. Duo was gasping and sucking around him, rendered oblivious by his orgasm. The taller man pulled out, still holding Duo’s head in place, still the barely bearable arch in his neck and back, eyes glazed with pleasure, lips red and swollen from sucking his cock, chin glistening with spit and precum, and Trowa came pumping pearls onto Duo’s mouth, chin, and neck.

Almost hard and ready to go a second round just from the sight alone. In fact…that was a pretty good idea. Trowa let his bound lover down onto the bed and made his way to what he had been doing previously. Quatre watched as Trowa’s mouth attached itself to the skin between Duo’s shoulder blades. He could see the twitch and flex of the muscles in his back in response to that mouth.

Duo groaned, and pulled at the restraints. “Hey, what gives?” He tried to turn and look at his lovers, but was unable. “I came; check the time, and let me up.”

Trowa bit down, flesh thick between his teeth. “No, Quatre brought you to climax, not me; I’m not done playing, yet.”

“What?!” Duo was not happy, squirming, agitated movements, hair in disarray. “But you, ugh!”

Trowa looked up to see Quatre’s fingers pumping in and out of Duo, cutting off his words. “Its rather fun to make him speechless.” Quatre’s tenor replaced Duo’s words.

Duo heard Trowa chuckle just as that mouth found its way back to his flesh. His spine arched and bowed flowing with the stimuli rendering him incoherent. The devil flesh of Trowa’s tongue reached the base of his backbone where his skin swelled into his ass.

“You were speaking to Wufei of what your favorite body part was, Duo. You remember?” Trowa’s voice drifted across the flat plane right above the part of his cheeks. “It made me think; there are many places I find enjoyable, but I kept coming back here.” He ran his nose across the small of his back.

Duo snorted. “As much thought as you put into our nicknames, excuse me if I find it funny that you chose my ass.” The sarcasm was thick, but his sentence was punctuated with a yelp as Trowa slapped him across said ass.

“I didn’t mean your ass.” He chided him, then ran his hand down the knobbles of his spine; his hand veered off to the side right on top of the curve of his ass, then his other hand did the same. His hands gripped his hips, but his thumbs drew circles in two symmetrical divots where spine meets pelvis. “These two, fingerprint-sized dents.” His lips fit almost perfectly into each. “It looks like someone was a little too rough, gripping too hard.” He put pressure through those indentions to prove his point. “Sexy, but also a testament to your lean, beautiful body, and decoration to such a nice ass.”

Trowa’s hands drifted down to squeeze his ass cheeks, feeling a jolt in his cock as that action caused some of Quatre’s cum to spill from between the flesh. “Shit. You two are going to be the death of me.” Trowa looked up to his smaller lover as he swallowed heavily.

Quatre tilted his head. “And on me?”

A long-fingered hand reached up to caress his face, trailing downward past his jawline. “The bridge between a brilliant mind and a powerful heart.” He leaned forward to lay kisses along the length of his neck.

Quatre tilted his head back as he reached up, threaded his fingers through chestnut strands, and held Trowa to him. “Yes…” He hissed encouragement.

“Mmm. Sensitive, too.” Trowa pulled back. “Now where were we?” He guided Quatre to crawl backwards to the edge of the bed, out of the way for when he gripped Duo’s legs, lifted, and turned.

Duo yelped he suddenly found himself face up, staring at a devious-looking Trowa, through misplaced strands of auburn hair. His restraints, still in place, his arms were now crossed with less slack in the rope to wriggle around.

Trowa reached a hand out to Quatre and guided him back to straddle Duo’s hips on all fours. The taller man began running hands down the blond’s backside as Quatre began attacking Duo’s neck and chest in the same manner that he had Duo’s legs earlier. Quatre paid particular attention to cleaning Duo’s neck of Trowa’s spend.

Reaching towards the head of the bed, Trowa grabbed a pillow, bent it in half, slipped a hand under the small of Duo’s back and lifted. Duo soon found his lower half propped up high on a pillow as his upper half was under siege by Quatre.

Duo watched Quatre toss his head back and groan, knowing that Trowa’s fingers now resided in his smaller lover’s ass, his temperature rose. “Kiss me, kitten.”

Quatre ground down against Duo’s raised groin as he relented to use those swollen lips against his chin and lips, cleaning the remaining evidence of Trowa’s climax from Duo’s face. Their mouths met, tongues battling; Quatre had the high ground and took advantage of it, dominating Duo’s mouth, exploiting every inch.

Trowa drew out and slicked a third finger, pushing in slowly and watching the effects on his smallest lover. Quatre pushed back to the best of his ability without breaking Duo’s kiss. And Trowa took advantage, finding and exploiting his prostate, watching him try to remain still, fighting his body’s urge and barely able to do so. His other hand reached forward to run a slick fist along Duo’s shaft.

Quatre cried out, tossing his head and body backward into Trowa’s forward push when he could resist no longer. “Please, Trowa.”

But Trowa guided his hips backward, not onto his hard cock, but onto Duo’s. The two men groaned as they felt the slow slide downward. The blond sat up, but the angle of Duo’s body made his balance a bit precarious. Quatre felt full, stretched with Duo deep, and he wanted nothing more than to begin lifting and rocking to fuck himself on Duo’s shaft, but Trowa’s hands on his hips kept him pressed right were he was.

“Stay.” He commanded. One arm wound its way around Quatre’s torso as a stabilizer, the other held his own shaft steady, using the pillow to his advantage he lined up and pushed past the wet ring of muscle that had been so used already.

Duo groaned, so sensitive from the third time in such a short time. The angle was so good, but deep.

Trowa took it easy, slow, gentle but full drives in followed by drags mostly out only to move inward again. He held Quatre still, the only motion he felt was that of Trowa’s chest and hips move toward him and away repetitively. Trowa’s mouth found the back of Quatre’s neck, causing shivers to travel down his spine as damp breath and lips moved over the area.

But he wanted so badly to move. Quatre tried to find purchase on the bed with his feet to lift and drop, but again, Trowa’s arm kept him from doing so. Instead, he was told to simply, “squeeze him.”

Quatre bared down, tightening around Duo who thrust up as much as he was able with his legs wrapped around Trowa’s gliding hips.

It was a slow, gentle build. Quatre never realized how sensitive he became with just clenching. His ass had so much sensitivity even without the glide and pull that is the accustomed feel.

Trowa’s arm tightened around Quatre, pinning him to his chest, which meant when Trowa began a rise and fall rhythm with his hips, Duo arching up and drawing back to help, Quatre began to feel the drag and pull he was so looking forward to.

Duo was assaulted on two fronts, Quatre on his cock, Trowa’s cock in his ass, the gentle rise and fall of Trowa’s thrusts felt like an erotic ocean voyage, or waterbed. Duo came in a soft gasp of air and a rush of hot fluid against Quatre’s inner walls.

Quatre felt heat flood his passage, the extra stimulation was all he needed after the long buildup. He cried out his lovers’ names with each spurt of his essence.

Trowa resisted shoving in hard through the clenching sheath of muscle surrounding him, but just barely. Even slow and gentle, he fell over the edge with heat riding him like a racehorse, and sparks flying down his spine.

All three took the time needed to breathe, but as Trowa felt himself starting to get soft, he pulled out, and helped Quatre off Duo. Duo shifted to let his body fall from the pillow. All were moving slowly and carefully, sore and tired.

“So, you’re gonna free me now, right? Another round is completely beyond me for the time being.” Duo’s voice was hoarse from his cries.

Trowa chuckled and crawled over to the headboard to release him. “Maybe we should leave you here for later.” He spoke even as he was loosening the bindings.

“Damn you and your impossible promises.” Duo grumbled.

Trowa and Quatre both laughed, but it was Quatre who spoke this time. “Its not Trowa’s fault you gave your word you wouldn’t escape.”

Duo sat up, winced briefly, and began rubbing his wrists. “He demanded my word. How is that not his fault? Ugh. Tag team me, use me as a sex object, then gang up on me verbally, too. You two suck.” Duo flopped backwards.

Quatre crawled over to lie between the two of them, and Trowa turned into the smaller man. They ended up together, limbs tangled pleasantly.

“You do too.” Trowa’s voice insinuated all sorts of naughty things.

“Even I’m not that horny. Three rounds, three! You need to get something adjusted.” Duo groused as he looked over to see Trowa’s cock twitch.

“Don’t worry, I’m exhausted, so your innocence is safe for now.” Trowa’s voice was dry and caused Quatre to laugh hard.

Quatre poked Duo in the stomach. “Who knew you’d be such a grouch after good sex.”

“I’m not grouchy, I’m just tired. Let me rest for a second.” Duo buried his head in Quatre’s shoulder.

“It is getting late.” Trowa glanced at the clock on the wall. “And we haven’t eaten yet; it stands to reason that you’d be tired.”

Duo looked over and realized there was very little light filtering into the room. “This should have been a quickie contest. Now the day is practically over, and I’ve got to go to work in the morning.”

“Grumpy, grumpy.” Quatre teased.

“No, I just realized that everyone in the office knows you and I are a couple now; and there’s no way I’m going to be able to hide the fact that I’m walking funny tomorrow.”

Quatre and Trowa laughed much to Duo’s irritation. “You guys suck.” Which only made them laugh harder.

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Ugh. I hate the new format, it makes the story look spread out, and my authors notes show up about 20 seconds after I've typed it. Grr. Whatev. So...this chapter was supposed to be about half a smut and half plot. We all see how well that turned out. Grrr. I hope you enjoyed it, because I'm this close to saying no more sex scenes for at least three chapters. Schyeah, like that'll happen. SO anywho, the plot kicks back in next chappie and I'm so frikkin excited!!

I'll set up a forum account, probably one for all of my fics and respond to reviews there, plus you can drop any questions, concerns what naught to chat with me tonight or tomorrow. Please, please stop by and say hi! Because let me tell you, I checked the "forum" for the anime/gundam section, and it is empty. I'll be lonely if you don't. pouts

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