Trinity | By : Aestas Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4704 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Jeeze! Sorry, this chapter is short and pretty intense. It took me forever to slug through.
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Trowa walked over to the bed slowly, sliding his belt out of his pants like one would expect of a stripper. “I think its time for Quatre to learn what his kink is.”
Duo laughed, a dark, rich noise that made Quatre’s stomach tremble and his groin jump. Nervous but scathingly hot.
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Quatre heard the sound of Trowa’s belt hitting the floor as Duo dropped to his knees, crawling across the floor and almost slithering over the edge of the bed. As Duo breached the mattress, the blond though he saw something in Duo’s hand, but then Trowa was at his side, arms around him, sliding him further up onto the bed, still seated.
Apparently he had been wrong, because Duo’s hands were now empty of all save his socks as the braided man decided to help Quatre undress his feet before sliding up his body to complete the job. Duo unbuckled his belt, sliding it out of its holders, and leaning up to kiss him as he loosened the button and zipper of Quatre’s trousers. Trowa’s strong, rough hands started on his hips and slid firmly up his sides until they reached the top of his ribs. Instead of veering away to another body part, Trowa’s hands continued up, past the coarse hair under his arms, lifting the limbs up as the pressure continued along until his forearms and wrists were held above his head.
Trowa was kneeling behind Quatre, both hands holding the fair skinned hands of his smallest lover. He let Quatre’s arms down just a bit, the elbows sagging as one hand reached for the belt Duo had grabbed on the way to the bed. Trowa chuckled as he felt Quatre stiffen slightly as he realized his hands were bound together.
It wasn’t tight, the belt wouldn’t keep him from escaping if the blond truly wanted to, it was more a reminder that he wasn’t supposed to move.
Quatre’s voice was skeptical and slightly nervous. “I’m fairly certain bondage is not my fetish.”
Duo laughed, having stripped him completely by now. “Of course not, Q.” His voice had taken on that bedroom husk that sent shivers down Quatre’s spine, and Trowa enjoyed watching the effect. Then he returned to the task at hand.
Namely, rolling his little feather face down on the bed and using the other belt, Quatre’s this time, to secure his wrists the bedframe.
Trowa steeled himself. He really didn’t think Duo caught the full implications when Trowa murmured his intentions into the former thief’s ear. This wasn’t going to be sexy at all. This was going to be a total melt-down of their susceptible lover. But he needed it, and eventually, Trowa was pretty sure it would be his kink, but for now it would serve more as his release.
He just hoped Duo would see that and play along, or stay out of it until the hard part was over.
Quatre was naked, face down on the bed, and Trowa let his hands trail down his back and to his ass as he positioned himself beside the little blond. Trowa’s hands guided his hips up until Quatre was on his knees, hands gripping the bedframe, elbows helping to support his weight.
No came the hard part.
Quatre felt very exposed in this position. His legs were pressed together, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t jink his hips just right to expose his opening to the observation of anyone behind him. It was scary and just a teensy bit sexy as well. He knew and trusted his lovers, but trust took on a different meaning when your hands were tied.
He knew it was Trowa’s hands caressing the skin of his thighs and butt because he could still see Duo’s knees at the edge of his peripheral vision. Quatre could probably tilt and turn his head to place it against his thigh, but it would be a strain on the muscles in his neck. He decided to wait; he could tell by the intense silence that something more was coming.
The silence soon ended. “Quatre Raberba Winner, golden child, only son and heir to the Winner fortune. Chosen protector of multiple resource satellites. The epitome of refined intelligence until he ran away to join a war that the colonies never fully supported.”
“What?!” Quatre felt fear and guilt collide within him as Trowa’s hard voice and unmerciful words fully registered.
“You’re to be punished for your crimes.” Trowa’s voice was like a juror’s pronunciation as a hand landed hard against the flesh of his ass. Quatre gasped as the sting rippled over his backside.
“Your pacifist father was so ashamed of your choice.” Another smack rang out, but Quatre heard nothing but his blood pounding through his ears in rhythm with Trowa’s words. “Then you came to earth and killed many, even assisted killing the pacifist leaders.” Another blow landed hard. It hurt, but the words hurt a thousand times more.
What was he doing? “Trowa? What?”
But he didn’t stop. “You nearly killed me and were willing to kill Heero when we tried to stop you from obliterating a colony.” His words quieted for moment, but the slaps kept coming.
Duo was horrified. Quatre was whimpering, tears running down his face. And Trowa. Trowa’s words were harsh and completely uncaring, but his face…his face was just as pained as Quatre’s. There was no enjoyment on his end. But his voice was as hard as the hand he hit with. He moved to stop it, but Trowa’s eyes met his, and tears flowed from green eyes as well. Duo sat there completely stunned and overwhelmed.
“You deserve to be punished, Quatre Winner.” Trowa’s words echoed in his ears.
He was right. There were so many things he had shut away. Shame and guilt preventing him from truly seeing. “Yes. Please.” The pain mounted, and he reveled in it. It was what he needed. The pain…he focused on it. Sting, burn, red, whelp, every blow helped wash away his guilt. He immersed himself within it.
He needed it.
Trowa’s voice changed, softened just slightly. “I nearly lost you. You let yourself be speared by that Catalonia bitch. I never felt such fear, and it was all your fault.” Trowa spanked him again, this time his hand stayed on his ass longer, caressing the reddened flesh before pulling away to spank him again. And again. Another after another after another.
Quatre sobbed hard in his chest. “Forgive me.”
He felt the rough stubble of Trowa’s face scratch along his tender cheeks before the man spanked him again. “You made me love you.” This one landed hard, and Quatre choked on a gasp. “That’s something I’ll never forgive you for. No punishment will ever be enough to absolve you of that crime.” His hand rained down.
His body felt tight, tighter and tighter. His breathing was too hard, too fast. Quatre’s back arched and he screamed until his body went limp. His knees slid out from under him. He didn’t have enough energy to move and breathing was too hard face down in the mattress.
But tender, gentle hands rolled him over, curled his body up in someone’s lap. Quatre opened his eyes, they felt so heavy. Trowa and Duo were both there. “I’m sorry.” His voice was quiet.
Trowa’s voice was gentle this time. “Its all in the past, little feather. You’re forgiven. Do you forgive yourself?”
Quatre was in a haze. His body felt heavy and light at the same time. Like his muscles were completely liquid, and it was too much effort to move. But his lovers were there, and they were holding him together and looking at him in a way that made him feel so very cherished. “Mhmm, yeah.”
“Then its perfect. Go to sleep, we’re right here.” Quatre rested his head against Duo’s chest and was gone before the words even had time to form in his mouth.
As Quatre sank deeper, Duo looked over at Trowa. “You’re a complete asshole.” His volume was soft despite his words.
Trowa sighed. “I know. Do you really think I wanted to do that?”
Duo knew he didn’t, there were still dried tear tracks across his cheeks. “It makes sense, though. It wouldn’t surprise me if Quatre apologized for not having enough oxygen in space.”
“Next time it shouldn’t be so traumatic. He’ll be able to focus more on the feeling rather than the punishment.” Trowa stroked his hand along blond locks.
Duo was looking down at Quatre who was draped over both their laps. Trowa slid closer to Duo, absently tossing the belts they had used to secure Quatre over the side of the bed, and wrapped his free hand around Duo’s shoulder. Duo leaned into him and Trowa couldn’t help but indulge in the need he had had all day.
He buried his face in the hair at the base of Duo’s neck. “I thought I had lost you, too.” His voice was quiet, just a mere whisper.
“I’m sorry.” His hand reached up to cup Trowa’s neck and shoulder the nearest he could reach to his face.
Trowa sighed, the scent of Duo’s hair lending him courage to confess. “All I’ve wanted to do since then was this.”
Confusion took Duo. “Was what?”
“Smell the scent of your skin and hair, wrap myself in it until I lost myself in the fact that you’re alive and unharmed.” Trowa laid his lips along the skin behind Duo’s ear, nose still nudging strands of his hair.
Duo reached back and pulled the tie from his hair, shaking it gently until the braid had unraveled. Trowa’s hands found their way into the mass as he pulled Duo’s face to his. The kiss was firm and unrushed. Duo surrendering his mouth to Trowa, and Trowa taking what he needed to fill that gaping hole that had ripped open when he thought he’d shot one of his lovers.
Trowa pulled back, face calm, but his eyes had a wild edge. “I love you, pixie.”
Duo’s smile was warm and gentle. “I know. I love you, too.” He felt Trowa smile against his lips as the kiss continued for just a little longer. Trowa pulled away then leaned back against the headboard. Duo followed his lead, hands sifting through Quatre’s hair.
This wasn’t entirely how he pictured his evening would end, but Trowa was content. After such an emotionally draining day, he didn’t expect to be able to relax this completely. But Quatre’s slight weight spread across his lap, and Duo’s shoulder and head leaning against his chest.
If this wasn’t perfection, it was as close as someone like Trowa could ever hope for.
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Holy Jeebus. I know that had a tendency to be fairly disturbing, and I apologize to those of you who expected a lemon and got hit upside the head with this, but I needed to do this. The next part is all smut because its the guys last day together before Trowa jumps planet, but this emotional bonding needed to happen too. And I like fleshing out characters when I can. Call me crazy.
I'll respond to reviews and posts in the forums. You can rail at me there if you'd like. I promise you smut next time. grins.
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