Bound by Choice (Ch. 45 up!)

Man, I've been getting a bad case of the lazies as of late; I've been so into reading different fanfics, and I messed around and bought so much anime it's hard to keep up. >_< But I gotta admit I'm crazy happy about the date of the final HP book--I'm ordering it by mail, with the way the BX is here with some stuff, I'm not taking any chances! And the movie...Yaaay! *clears throat* I'll be twitching until July!

Here's chapter 40 of my fic...to think I made it this far amazes even me. I hardly have any patience for much nowadays... There's some lemon, but as Quatre's quarterly visit comes close, things are going to start getting tense with him. Yeah, I know, but I had this urge to throw in a bit of angst. There is more to come, as you guys have deduced. -_^ I think this chapter's shorter than the others, but I figured this needed to be put in. Hope it doesn't put you off. Now...on with the story! EM

Ch. 40

Wufei and Quatre were walking behind Pagan, carrying supplies that the elder had gotten from the store. He had made his monthly run into town, and along with a couple of the maids, the boys were helping him lift boxes.


“Aw, Mr. Pagan, why do you have us lifting these heavy-ass boxes?” Wufei whined, “You know Trowa, and definitely Heero’s much stronger.”


The gray-haired man chuckled. “Because it’s your turn, that why young Wufei; and besides, you two are always very charming to work with.”


Quatre grinned as he carried a box containing packages of pasta as they headed for the kitchen. He set it down on the counter. “Well, since you put it that way,” he said as he dusted his hands on his jeans. The boys were wearing normal clothes for working, knowing they were going to do some labor today. “I like working with you too…you’re the only graying man who’s not using me for an ‘agenda’”.


Pagan sighed. He knew that his ‘regular client’ was coming to visit soon, and the little blonde didn’t like it. In fact, he opted to take drugs before Dermail came so he would become oblivious to the letch’s touches. But this time, he knew he was bringing a friend, a colleague at that. That’s what Duo was going to be there for. And they would be there before Halloween.


“Well, Quatre, at least Duo will be with you so Mr. Dermail won’t try anything too outrageous, or give you anything that will make you too crazy. Master Treize will make sure of that. And by then, Duo should be able to handle most things; the rest he will have to learn on his own. But for now, someone will be with him until he gets comfortable.”


Quatre listened to the old man’s words. He always managed to lift his spirits. “Thanks, Pagan.It’s just that—“


“—I know, say no more. Let’s just say if things work out well—and you didn’t hear this from me—your days with Mr. Dermail may get shorter.” Pagan said with a wink. “Just bear with things a little longer, little one.”


He straightened his coat. “Now, let’s see: you help me clean the lower suites, tend to the garden, and carry in all the supplies. This is for the house as well as for the Halloween costume party that’s coming up…yes, I’d say you two gentlemen are done for the day,” he smiled.


Quatre and Wufei’s faces lit up. “We are?! Yaaaay!!! Thank you sir!” the Chinese teen said with a peck on the old man’s cheek. Quatre kissed the other.


“Yes…thank you sir…I was…starting to get down like I usually do when that time comes near.”


“I know, son, I know,” he said with a pat on his head. “And you still make this old man feel loved and useful.”


Quatre glanced at Wufei sneaking some fruit from the cooler drawer in the industrial-sized refrigerator. He smiled and leaned over to the older man.


“Hey, old man…maybe someday I could do you ah…’favor’ for you always cheer me up—you know, to cheer you up,” he winked.


Pagan, despite his old age, gave off a faint ruddy blush.


“Young man, seeing you and the other boys running around happy is enough cheer for me,” he said patting the boy’s hand. “and besides---I’m not trying to leave this earth just yet,” he smiled.


“No, I don’t want you to leave just yet Pagan; you give me strength, along with Heero, Trowa, Wufei, and now Duo as well. Have a good evening, sir,” he said as he left the kitchen, but not before stealing a banana before he left. “Com’on, ‘Fei, and leave those grapes alone.”

The two boys came back to their suite to find the faint traces of sex in the air.


“Looks like they’ve been naughty without us,” Wufei pouted.


“Seems that way,” Quatre agreed, with a small smile. He overheard the splashing coming from the bathroom, along with moans.


Tilting his head toward the bathroom, they quietly made their way there, shedding clothes along the way. They found a very hot sight indeed:


Heero was up against the wall of the open shower, being rammed by Duo, who in turn was being reamed by Trowa. They were trying to teach Duo restraint, and once they were done (after the 3-way earlier that day, Heero had bet Duo that he wouldn’t come from teasing for the rest of the day.) Heero paid for the foolish bet he made with his hole. Now Duo was plowing him.


“Trooowaaa, you were supposed to fuck me today!” Quatre pouted.


All three boys turned to Quatre’s voice. “Quat!” Duo grinned. He pulled out of Heero, much to the poor teen’s chagrin. He slipped off of Trowa, and walked towards him. He gave him a deep kiss.


“I missed you,” he purred.


He pulled him under the steamy running water. He continued to kiss the blonde, at the same time, motioning for Wufei to come closer. He gave the dark-haired boy a kiss as well. Trowa had pulled Heero over to him and started where Duo left off. They were so busy amongst themselves that they didn’t notice someone standing there staring at them.


“As much as I’d love to join in, Master Treize would like to see Duo,” Zechs said with a slick grin.


“Aw, but can’ I—“


“NO, now, and he’ll clean you up himself,” Zechs said, cutting the boy off.


Duo ran out of the shower, grabbing a towel on his way out of the bathroom. He was about to go to his room to get some shorts, but the tall blonde stopped him.


“Come as you are,” he smiled.


“Oh—okay,” Duo said, warily.


Duo walked toward the dark ornate doors of their suite, and out of the room, with Zechs following behind him. The long-haired blonde’s eyes were honed in on the cream that trailed down the boy’s legs. He licked his lips in spite of himself.


The teen in question was feeling the familiar goose bumps of being stared upon. Before he knew it, just as they were about to walk across the top of the stairs to go further down the hall to Trieze’s room, he was being pinned against the wall, legs being kicked apart.


“HEY!, What are you—“ he shivered as he felt a warm tongue trace a path from the base of his neck to just behind his right ear.


“Just watching all that wet, nasty spunk running out your ass is seriously turning me on...I know the feeling…your cheeks feel all wet and slippery, and you try to tighten your ass to keep any more from coming out, but it’s no use; it’s as if your cheeks have a mind of their own. It feels nasty, yet you love it.”


The cool wall was hardening Duo’s cocoa brown nipples. As he tried to push back against the man to get him to move, he felt more run down his leg. ‘Damnit,’ he thought, ‘did they starve their dicks or something!? This is more than usual from either of them!’


Zechs slid down his back, lapping his tongue as he went. “Mmm, I’d just love to fuck you again, Duo, you were just too delicious. Wet as you are, I could just slip right in…”


“No, don’t!” Duo pleaded. He wasn’t sure how convincing he sounded, with his shaft hard as a rock and pressed between the wall and his belly. “Isn’t Master expecting us?”


“Yeah, but I’m sure it wouldn’t hurt to slide my thick pole in your slippery ass,” the older man purred in his ear.


“I’m sure it would, as it would spoil what I had in mind,” they heard a firm voice say.


Turning their heads, they saw Treize standing on the other side of the stairs, twenty feet away.


“Master Treize!” Zechs said, clearly startled.


“You seem to have a knack for trying my patience as of late, love,” he said with a sneer, “keep it up, and you won’t be able to join me for bringing out this slave’s true potential with his…weakness.”


Zechs dropped down to his knees in haste. “Please don’t exclude me master! I want to help you enjoy Duo…he just looked so…tasty with his ass being slick like that—“


“And I thought you were of stronger will than this, my friend. Trust me, you’ll get a chance.” He snapped his fingers, then turned and headed back for his rooms in the same instant. “Come on, you two.”

+++++++

Shortly after they walked down the hall the rest of the way to Treize’s suite, back in the boys' suite, Heero and Trowa had came out of the shower and started frotting on the cushions. Trowa, who was on top, growled and rose up; as he did, he dragged Heero’s rump over his raging erection. He leaned back to see where he was, then guided and plunged himself inside. Heero howled in pain and pleasure as the tall redhead started drilling into him. Things were over all too quickly as they shot their release.


Wufei was the first to comment. “Well someone’s in a hurry to start without us,” he smiled as he walked out of the bathroom. He and Quarte decided to stay behind to take an actual shower to ease sore muscles. Trowa moaned as he slid out of Heero, watching as his cream mixed with a little blood oozed out of the teen below him. “I’m sorry, Heero, I got a little carried away.”

Heero rolled over onto his knees and turned to face him. “That’s okay, I like a bit of that now and then. But now that the gang’s all here, maybe we can—“


“Sorry guys, but I just want to chill out for awhile,” Quatre cut in.


Heero’s jaw dropped open in shock, but then he realized that Dermail’s visit was coming up soon. Trowa’s expression took on one of sympathy. Quatre had his head turned toward the kitchen, and the balcony beyond. His blonde hair covered his eyes.


“That’s okay, dear, just take a nap or something; I’m thinking of doing the same, with all the work ol’ Pagan gave us,” Wufei said as he smoothed circles on the boy’s back. The boy in turn didn’t say anything; he merely nodded and headed for his room.


Once the door closed with a soft click, Heero stood and walked along with Trowa to Wufei’s side.


“Damn, it’s starting early this quarter, isn’t it?” the Japanese sighed. “we only have three weeks left, and he normally starts his moods about a week out.”


“The shit’s wearing on him, Heero,” Trowa said tersely. “I mean, we get our visitors, some of them dicks, others rather kind; but this guy’s a constant in the poor guy’s life, and he has a monopoly on him. Other than us or Master or Sir---oh, and that Jean guy that one time—no one’s really screwed him. Hell, that Jean guy’s better for him than that old crusty perv bastard.”


“Well, gee, Trowa, that is our business—perverseness,” Heero smirked.


“The only thing we can say is that Duo will be with him…but I’m having bad vibes about this new VP guy, too.” Wufei frowned.


Quatre closed and locked the door to his room. He was in a good mood earlier, then Zechs' appearance just killed it. And really he wanted a thorough fucking from Trowa today, too. The trainer showing up in their room only served to remind him that the 'old bastard' was coming soon, very soon. He reached under his bed and felt around until his fingers came across a small box. He pulled it out from underneath the frame, and opened it up to several small and long rolled blunts. He managed to get a more potent kind from Dr. Po, the Estate's resident medical doctor. He couldn't remember the name, but he knew it was from somewhere in Canada. He took one out and lit it, inhaling the rich smoke, relaxing instantly.


"Shit, I'm still thinking about that bastard; I REALLY don't wanna fuck with him this time," he mumbled. He took a few more long hits off his blunt and held his breath until he shot the smoke out of his nostrils.


He sat back, leaning against the headboard to keep from slumping. Once he finished off his blunt, he turned on the TV to some music videos, and slid down to sleep. The blunt seemed to take his mind off of things...for now. It was as if that man was getting worse with every visit, and he needed to start steeling himself early.