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Surprises	By : animecrazed117 Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3963 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own GW or any of the characters, I only borrow the boys for some ficticious fun! I make no profit from this story other than putting my inner plot bunnies to rest =P

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Quatre gave a soft smile and leaned forward to press his lips against Heero’s collar bones. Instead, he gave a yelp as Heero fisted a hand in his hair and dragged his head up for a kiss he controlled. Heero invaded Quatre’s mouth, licking and sucking, stroking deep before pulling back, nibbling on Quatre’s lower lip as he pulled back to stare into those blue eyes. Glazed in lust and panting hard, Quatre was quite the sight. Heero still had his hand buried in his hair and he used it to turn Quatre’s head to the side and attacked this neck with lips and tongue, grazing teeth along the side and running his tongue to trace his ear.

Quatre mewled restlessly, his body heating up and blood pumping. He was getting exactly what he asked for. Heero was everywhere, invading his senses. Quatre brought his hands up to run up Heero’s flanks before wrapping them around his neck, pressing himself closer to the body and those tormenting lips. But Heero was having none of it. He stood, almost dumping Quatre unceremoniously on the ground. Quatre managed to keep his feet underneath him as Heero maneuvered him back into the wall, pinning him there with his hips and causing the smaller blonde to groan as their erections came into contact. Heero took the opportunity to return the favor by ripping the light gray shirt from Quatre’s pale frame, sending buttons flying as he leaned in to kiss his way around that creamy chest.

Heat was a tangible entity, consuming Quatre. Heero latched onto a nipple, biting none too gently. Quatre gasped, throwing his head back. Bringing one hand up, Heero used his thumb to stroke the side of that now-exposed neck, rubbing his thumb across the pulse point, feeling the erratic heartbeat of the blonde. As he feasted on Quatre’s chest, Heero’s mind was trying the catch up. Damnit, Quatre was right. This was different. He wasn’t detached. He was just as affected by this as Quatre was, and he didn’t know how to handle that. He shouldn’t be this effected, he had more control than this. Why was Quatre breaking through his training?

Quatre felt the change. The ministrations became gruffer and he could sense the underlying anger. He came back to himself and used his hands to grab Heero’s hair and yank him back up to eye level.

“You can be angry all you want, but it doesn’t change anything. This is how it’s supposed to be – not controlled, all heat and sweat and skin. I’m rock hard right now, and so” – he ground his hips into Heero’s, elicting a strained groan – “are you. So let’s take care of this. Show me what you got, Heero. Let. Go.”

Heero’s eyes flashed. “You don’t know what you’re asking of me.”

“For fucks sake, Heero! I don’t CARE! All I want right now is for you to STOP thinking and just fuck me already!”

Quatre saw the surrender in Heero’s eyes seconds before he was once again crushed into the wall, Heero’s mouth plundering his own as frantic hands grabbed his hip, thrusting into him. Quatre mewled as Heero ground into him, his body arching up, trying to increase the friction. Heero let him squirm, trailing his hands back up his chest to pluck at the small pink nipples. He continued to kiss and plunder the blonde’s mouth, teasing and nipping. He moved down to take a nipple into his mouth, and he heard Quatre’s head make impact with the wall as he gasped helplessly against him.

Quatre barely acknowledged the impact. All he knew was that his arousal was a living entity, breathing through his veins and taking him over. He was so close and they weren’t even naked yet! He groaned and squirmed as Heero switched nipples and traced fingernails down his ribs, leaving marks. The squirming increased the pressure of their groins against each other and Quatre cried out.

Suddenly, Heero’s hands were on his pants, yanking them off his hips and bearing Quatre’s member to the air. Before Quatre could process anything, Heero had him flipped around and facing the wall. There was a pause as Heero divested himself of his spandex, then he was back, wrapping his arms around Quatre’s torso, holding him against his chest, trapping his erection between their bodies. He whispered hotly into his ear. “You wanted to see my skills, Quatre, and you’re going to get them. I suggest you brace your arms on the wall.”

Then his hands were in motion. They stroked down Quatre’s flanks, tracing around and across, using his fingernails to incite nerve endings, finding the indentions of abdominals and dipping into his bellybutton. Quatre quickly threw his arms in front of him, bracing himself as Heero’s hands went lower, finding his hip bones and the top of his thighs before coming up to cup his balls. A groan was ripped from his throat as hands weighed his testicles, rolled them before trailing through fine hair and grasping the base of his erection. He threw his head back, meeting with Heero’s shoulder. Heero was quick to move into the expanse of neck, kissing and nipping, breathing hotly on that creamy skin. He forced Quatre to shift forward again as he took his lips to the blonde’s shoulder blades, licking random patterns and grazing teeth over the knots of his spine. His hands kept up a slow rhythm on Quatre’s cock as he went to his knees, kissing the dimple where lower back met butt. He could hear Quatre’s ragged breathing and smirked.

Quatre trembled as hands left his dripping erection to travel to grip his ass cheeks. “I do have to say, I have always loved your ass,” Heero murmured against the skin of left hip. He covered Quatre’s ass with kisses and nipped at the top before lifting his hands to expose that pink entrance.

“Oh my god he’s going to….oh my god he’s…” “Ah FUCK!” Quatre screamed at the first swipe of Heero’s tongue over his entrance. He heard Heero chuckle. “Not quite yet,” he heard that smug voice say before that tongue was back at his entrance, tracing slow teasing circles.

Secretly, this might have been Heero’s favorite thing. He loved ripping sounds from the small blonde, tasting him, smelling him. He kissed the puckered hole then flattened his tongue over it, swiping back and forth. He could feel Quatre trembling above him as he babbled incoherently in pleasure. Heero hummed, the subtle vibration causing Quatre to buck, thrusting back against him. Heero’s grip tightened on Quatre’s ass, holding him still so that he could breach that little hole with his tongue.

“Gods Heero…fuck yes….ohmygod…”Quatre was beyond coherent thought. He could feel that tongue worming inside, lapping at his insides and driving him crazy. Heero was methodically fucking him with his tongue, drawing out to swipe his tongue over only to thrust back in. Quatre couldn’t keep up and he was rapidly approaching the edge. His cock was a bright red and weeping, precome dampening the wall in front of him as he raggedly tried to keep control.

Heero could feel Quatre getting closer, tensing, and he backed off. Quatre whined loudly at the loss. With one last kiss, he reached up to grasp Quatre’s hips and flipped him around so that he was now back to the wall, facing the kneeling Heero. Quatre gasped as Heero reached out to bring the tip of his cock to his mouth, taking just the head inside. He held it there, looking up at Quatre as he reached back to that entrance and slipped a finger inside. As the finger slid in, he slid his mouth down, swallowing Quatre whole.

Quatre exploded. The smooth muscles of Heero’s throat around his cock, the heat, in addition to the sudden overstimulation of his backside catapulted him over the edge. With a keening cry, he emptied himself into Heero’s waiting mouth, hips shaking as Heero used his other hand to anchor him to the wall. Heero swallowed eagerly, tasting pure Quatre. He looked up, watching Quatre as he came. His blonde hair was stuck to his forehead and his chest was heaving in great big breaths, his face twisted in pleasure. Quatre continued to mewl and shake as his orgasm seemed to go on forever as Heero’s fingers never stopped pumping. Quatre shuddered as he felt a spit-slickened third finger join in, and the aftershocks of his orgasm became earthquakes as Heero found and tormented his prostrate. He couldn’t catch his breath, pleasure spinning out of control.

Heero was relentless. He hadn’t released Quatre’s cock, and was now gently suckling on the now-very-sensitive organ, gently coaxing it back to life. He continued to wriggle is fingers, alternating scissoring them and pressing them into the smaller man’s prostrate. His own cock hung heavy between his legs, and he dropped his other hand to grasp it, spreading the precome around to slicken himself before abruptly standing up and removing his fingers. Quatre opened his eyes to stare into an intense, lust-filled Prussian blue.

“I’m not good at slow, and we don’t have proper lube…” Heero grunted out.

“I don’t want slow. Hard and fast, NOW.” Quatre brought his legs up to wrap around Heero’s waist, bracing back against the wall and bringing his hands to wrap around Heero’s neck.

Heero groaned. He was still worried about hurting Quatre.

“Please, Heero. Fuck me so hard I can’t take a single step without remembering this.”

God, he was begging. That was so hot. Heero shivered. And thirty minutes ago, he never would have thought that those words would have ever come out of their angel’s mouth. But apparently their little angel hand a pension for dirty talk. Interesting.

Heero scooped Quatre closer, using one hand to line himself up with the blonde’s entrance. Quatre groaned as he felt the head bump his hole. Holding eye contact, Heero pushed hard through the small muscle, forcing himself in to the hilt in one quick snap of his hips.

Holy fucking hell. Heero was huge, possibly the biggest cock he had ever taken, and it felt so damn good. He arched into the delicious hardness, eyes sliding closed, feeling Heero’s hands pressing into the small of his back to maintain balance. He reveled in the burn of penetration, of finally having Heero inside.

Heero was at his wit’s end. Quatre’s body was like a vice around him, hot and unbearably tight. Surely he had hurt Quatre. He shuddered. He slid his hand up Quatre’s back, forcing the blonde to look at him and inadvertently moving deeper into the recesses of Quatre’s body. Quatre gasped as his ass pressed into Heero’s hips. Heero search his face for any signs of pain but only found pleasure, lust filled eyes meeting his as he felt Quatre’s muscles ripple around him.

“Move, Heero. Please,” Quatre whispered out.

Heero pulled out slowly and just as slowly sank back in, watching himself slip into the smaller body. That was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen. He kept it slow, savoring the slide into Quatre’s body.

“Faster. Heero, PLEASE!” Quatre wailed.

That was all Heero needed to hear. Quatre wanted to be dominated, fucked so he couldn’t walk straight? Well that was something Heero could do. He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in. He set a brutal pace, his precome making it easier to slide in and out of Quatre’s pliant body. Quatre’s back was being pounded into the wall but it went unnoticed by the two hormone-driven teenagers. All Quatre could register was the heated length driving him crazy and Heero was focusing on how many noises he could wring out of the blonde.

Quatre moaned continuously into Heero’s shoulder, finding the juncture at the neck and biting none too gently. He cried out as Heero came to an abrupt halt.

“Now now, Quatre. That wasn’t very nice.” Heero picked Quatre up completely and moved them to one of Wufei’s martial arts mats. He laid Quatre down, grabbed both of his small wrists and took them above his head.

Quatre gasped as he felt his hands being pinned above him. Heero had a positively feral gleam in his eye as he stared down at Quatre. He resumed his fast pace, nailing Quatre into the mat. Quatre arched and squirmed, fire racing through him. His cock was back at full mast and leaking between their bodies. He twisted his head from side to side, gasping loudly and exclaiming certain expletives that only fueled Heero’s own desire.

Heero adjusted his hands so that he had both of Quatre’s wrists in one hand and snaked the other hand between their chests to pinch the hard pink nipples below him. Quatre keened and arched up, driving himself even harder into Heero’s thrust. He then wrapped his hand around Quatre’s length and pumped.

It was too good. The friction on his cock, the complete overwhelming fucking his ass was being treated to. Suddenly, Heero changed angles and sparks flew before his eyes as the tip of that cock brushed his prostrate. Heero let out a choked groan as the smaller body grew impossibly tighter around him. It couldn’t last. Two more jabs to his prostrate and Quatre was gone, body tensing and head thrown back as he came again, thick ropes of semen onto his and Heero’s chests. The spasming channel signaled the end for Heero as well. With one long moan, he emptied into Quatre, giving a series of small quick thrusts.

Both boys were panting heavily. Heero slid his arms around to cup Quatre’s shoulders, placing is weight on his elbows and touching their foreheads together as each tried to gain control of their breathing. Heero pulled back, easing himself from Quatre’s body and laying down on his side next to the blonde. Quatre turned into him, reaching up to press his lips to Heero’s. Their lips moved languidly together before Quatre pulled back and tucked himself underneath Heero’s chin. They laid like that for a few minutes.

“Thank you,” Heero murmered against the blonde’s hair.

“…you stole my line,” Quatre quipped.

Heero gave a small smile. “You pushed me. I appreciate it. That was amazing.”

Quatre pulled up to look at him. “Amazing? That was some of the best sex I have ever had! That was fucking fantastic.

Heero chuckled. “Glad to know I held up to your expectation.”

“Oh sir, you blew my expectations right out of the water. Your skills are definitely worth bragging rights,” Quatre assured…and he saw his opening. “Actually, I could use your amazing skills in a little venture I have in mind…”

Heero smirked. “Oh really now. Do explain.”

After Quatre finished, Heero was incredulous. “You have seriously already been with Trowa? AND Wufei?”

Quatre just nodded.

“Well then.” Heero wasn’t sure what to make of that. Surprised, to say the least. “You were really bothered by it that much?”

“Yes! And if we were being completely honest, I would have made passes at each of you long before this had I any idea you were all gay.”

Heero couldn’t help it. He laughed. Quatre looked startled.

“I can fully understand where you are coming from. And I fully intend to help in your revenge on Duo. He will have no idea what hit him.”

A/n: so this is pure smut. and it apparently wanted to be written tonight XP There should only be one or two more chapters to finish this fic, depends on how long I decide to torment Duo =D Please R&R!
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