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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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A/N: I am a terrible person. I'm so sorry I took so long!! I can tell you a sob story about my RL, but I'll save it and just get to the fic. I love my beta for putting up with me!! and I love you all who have stuck with this, I hope this is lovely as expected! ^.^

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Quatre nodded to Trowa, who together with Heero, re-positioned the trembling pilot once more. Duo was rolled back onto his backside, untwisting his arms while leaving them tied above his head to the headboard. Heero exchanged the chain cuffs on his ankles for rope. Duo only had a second to wonder at this before Trowa straddled his chest, gripped him under his arms and pulled, dragging Duo into a seated position. As he was moved, his erection brushed Trowa’s bare thigh and Duo groaned at the torture. Trowa smirked down into violet eyes before removing himself. Ankles were again tied apart, Heero securing the last knot and also stepping back.

Duo now had an un-obscured view of the whole room. Which was the point. Quatre looked to Wufei, who blushed, gulped and nodded before approaching Heero. When he stood toe to toe with the other pilot, he looped his arms over Heero’s neck and pulled the taller man into a kiss. Heero kissed back eagerly while untying the Chinese man’s pants. They dropped to the floor and Wufei shuddered as cool air hit his raging erection. He left Heero’s lips to trial kisses down the column of his throat, stopping on the sensitive spot he had noticed earlier during his explorations on Duo. He was rewarded with a groan and smiled against the skin. While his mouth continued to explore neck and chest, his hands divested Heero of his briefs. Both Heero and Wufei sidestepped out of their respective clothing, Wufei continuing his oral worship of Heero’s chest. Glazed blue eyes met green, and Trowa moved in behind Wufei to pull out his hair band.

Trowa reached down to pull Wufei to stand straight and pulled the lithe body against his, reveling in the skin to skin contact. Heero stepped in and crushed his lips to Trowa’s over Wufei’s shoulder, which brought his chest in contact with Wufei’s. All three men groaned.

Duo watched hungrily. Quatre did as well, flitting back and forth between watching the three and watching Duo. Time to step in.

“Heero, on all fours. Wufei, on your knees behind him. I want you to prep him while Trowa preps you.”

Duo’s eyes flew to Quatre. He hadn’t really taken the time to notice what the blonde had on, between the blindfold and then the sexual stimulation, and was stunned to see Quatre in leather pants tight enough to be painted on. Paired with black combat boots, his upper body was bare, milky skin a contrast to the low-slung black. He looked completely in his element. Normally, his element would have been a board room full of international dignitaries, but tonight he was pure predator, controlling the pleasure of all four pilots. His eyes sharpened their gaze, boring into Duo’s, and Duo looked away, shock and arousal pulsing through him as he watched the scene unfold.

Quatre tossed a tube of lube to Trowa, who shared some with Wufei. Having been instructed before on how to do this and having had it done to him once, Wufei reached out to trace the ring of muscle. He felt Heero tremble as he slowly pushed a finger inside. It was hot and so unbelievably tight. Wufei couldn’t quite fathom how he was going to get his cock in there. He slowly thrust one finger in and out before adding a second. His thrusts into Heero were brought to a halt as a groan was ripped from his throat. Trowa had sunk his middle finger all the way in and crooked it, finding Wufei’s prostrate. Wufei tried to gather his wits back and scissored his fingers, causing the Wing pilot to shudder hard underneath him. He plunged his fingers deep, aiming for Heero’s prostrate. He was rewarded with “Fuck!” as Heero tried to thrust back. Trowa had his two fingers deep inside Wufei, who whimpered at the exquisite burn of pleasure spiking through his veins. Trowa added a third finger, prompting Wufei to do the same. Quatre smiled at the three, palming his throbbing erection through his pants.

Heero glanced up and made eye contact with Quatre. “Please Quatre. Let Wufei fuck me. Please.”

Quatre smirked as he unzipped his pants and stepped out of them. “Wufei, do you want to fuck Heero? To feel what it’s like to top someone?”

Wufei couldn’t control the shudder and thrust back on the three fingers Trowa had buried in his entrance. “Yes Quatre. Please let me fuck him.”

Quatre stepped up to the three of them. He reached down and took the lube, pouring some into his hand and grabbing Wufei’s erection. Wufei moaned and thrust into his hand. Once he was lubed, Quatre stepped back to stand on the other side, eyes trained on Duo as he said, “Of course, Wufei. You may fuck Heero.”

Wufei placed one hand on the hips in front of him and guided his erection to the beckoning opening. He gently pressed himself inside. “Oh shit,” he gasped.

Quatre chuckled. “Overwhelming, isn’t it?”

“So hot, so tight, gods,” Wufei stuttered. Slowly, he eased himself inside the Wing pilot.

Both pilots moaned at the same time. Wufei held still, trying to catch his breath. At that moment, he felt Trowa bump his own entrance.

Trowa flicked his eyes to Duo as he spoke. “Quatre, can I fuck Wufei? Please?”

Duo groaned. He couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

Wufei braced his arms as Trowa pressed forward. His breath hissed out as Trowa slid all the way inside in one slow glide. Trowa fought for control, eyes slid closed.

All three boys were panting. Quatre moved to the side of the bed, eyes raking down Duo’s body. Duo pulled his eyes up to meet Quatre’s. Quatre traced a finger around the cock ring still nestled at the base of Duo’s throbbing erection.

“Please, Quatre,” he gasped.

Quatre ignored the question. “Watch them.”

Duo shifted his eyes back over the other pilots. Trowa was slowly pulling out of Wufei, who was in turn pulling out of Heero. With a press of his hips, Trowa pushed himself back into Wufei and Wufei back into Heero. Duo’s cock twitched.

“What’s it like, Heero? Tell Duo here what it’s like to have Wufei deep inside you,” Quatre said. He reached down to grip Duo’s cock, fisting it and sliding up and down slowly.

It took a minute for Heero to formulate an answer. “So fucking good,” *gasp*, “to give in,” *gasp* “to feel.”

Duo was writhing on the bed, trying futilely to thrust up. “And you, Wufei? You have the best of both worlds, Trowa taking you while you take Heero.” Quatre traced his fingers down to Duo’s cleft, circling the entrance.

Duo didn’t know if Wufei still had the brain power to answer, but heard him gasp out “on fire, incredible…”

Quatre had seated himself on the bed next to Duo’s hips, right arm slung across those hips and two fingers were currently deep inside Duo. The Deathscythe pilot was moaning and thrusting futilely, cock almost purple with the need to orgasm.

Trowa didn’t wait for the question. “He’s fucking tight, milking my cock. Please Quatre, I want you. Fuck us.”

“Now how could I resist such a pretty plea? Your begging is almost as nice as Duo’s.”

Duo wailed as Quatre left him. His eyes followed Quatre as Quatre walked over to the three pilots, grabbing the lube off of the floor and quickly slicking himself before positioning himself behind Trowa. He stilled the hips in front of him, pulling all three pilots to a stand still as he played with Trowa’s entrance. Heavy panting was the only sound in the room as Quatre locked eyes with Duo.

“Trowa here likes a little pain. So he gets little to no prep before entry. It burns oh so good, doesn’t it Tro?”

“Gods yes. Please Quatre.” Duo watched the banged pilot beg and felt himself get unbelievably hotter.

Eyes locked together, Quatre snapped his hips forward, burying himself in the acrobat. Trowa threw his head back and let out a guttural groan. With all four pilots together, Duo watched as Quatre set a blistering pace, simultaneously fucking all three pilots together.

Heero loved this. It was something he had admitted to Quatre after their encounter. Bottoming left him with nothing to do but run with his body’s emotions, something he wasn’t normally allowed to do. And now, he was caught up in the feeling of Wufei’s cock sliding deep inside his ass, sometimes hitting his prostrate, and the knowledge that Quatre was controlling all of their actions.

“Please Quatre, faster. Wufei feels so good,” he moaned.

Wufei was way beyond coherent thought. His cock was being devoured by Heero’s channel, muscles gripping him as his own channel was being stroked by Trowa’s cock. Longer than Quatre’s, Wufei was acutely aware of ever inch stroking his insides. Caught up in the heat building up inside him, his only thought was why the hell had he not found this sooner?!

Trowa tightened his grip on Wufei’s hips as Quatre pounded into him. The burn was delicious and he reveled in it. With his cock deep inside Wufei and himself being drilled by Quatre, he was caught in between the opposing frictions and loving every minute of it. He could tell by the increased trembling and spasming of Wufei’s channel that the smaller pilot was close to coming, so he added his urgings to Heero’s.

“So close, Quatre. Please let us come. Quatre, please!”

Wufei strained to hear an answer, trying to stave off the impending orgasm.

Quatre moaned, high on the power of being in charge of everyone’s pleasure.

“Yesssss, come now!” he shouted.

Wufei let go with a loud groan, hips thrusting helplessly into Heero’s body as he spilled into the waiting channel. Those last stabs to his prostrate signaled the end for Heero and he gasped as he fell over the edge, stars in his vision as his ass clenched and spasmed around Wufei, spilling himself on the ground underneath him. Wufei’s channel gripped Trowa mercilessly as the small body orgasmed, and Quatre thrust a few more times before Trowa’s body went rigid as he emptied himself into the heat of Wufei’s body. Quatre pulled out and met Duo’s glazed violet eyes.

Leaving the recovering pilots, Quatre stalked towards to bed, gripped Duo by the ankles, and pulled. This laid Duo out on his back, knees bent and arms pulled straight up. Without preamble, he positioned himself at Duo’s entrance, then paused. Eyes locked with Duo’s, he pressed himself inside.

Duo threw his head back as he cried out, feeling impossibly full. He couldn’t remember the last time he had bottomed, and he felt the incredible stretch as Quatre sheathed himself. Thankfully, Quatre waited tightly for him to adjust.

Quatre was almost gone in his arousal. So much play had left him burning, ready to fuck Duo senseless. Watching Duo pant and writhe beneath him was so hot. He gave a mini-thrust, feeling the body spasm underneath him. It was Quatre’s turn to hiss as Duo squeezed his channel. Startled, Quatre brought a hand down on one of Duo’s ass cheeks.

Duo yelped, glaring at the blonde.

“You deserved that. You lay there and let me ream you into the mattress. And as I pound into your ass you can contemplate just how innocent I’m NOT and maybe you will think better of it next time you decide to harass me.”

Duo’s eyes rolled back and Quatre began to thrust ruthlessly, in and out, in and out. Both bodies were flushed and slicked with sweat, panting. Between them, Duo’s erection wept and throbbed inside of the cock ring. Duo wondered if it was possible to come despite the cock ring, because he didn’t know how much more his body could take. He was going up in flames, higher and hotter with each stroke and thrust of Quatre’s cock deep inside his ass.

Quatre felt the beginning of the end. The tightness of the body underneath him and the unbearable heat surrounding him were amazing. Speeding up his thrusts, he reached down to flick the latch on the cock ring and fisted Duo’s erection. Duo cried out as Quatre stroked.

“Come with me Duo! Come now!”

Fireworks went off as Duo came hard, semen splashing onto his pale stomach in thick ropes, for what seemed like eternity. His body shook and the constricting channel dragged a shout from Quatre as he shot his essence deep inside Duo’s greedy body. Rippling muscles milked him of every drop.

Quatre dropped to his hands, holding himself over Duo. Blue met violet, and Quatre leaned down to kiss those tempting lips. It wasn’t demanding, just a lazy meeting of lips and tongue as both pilots came out of their orgasmic hazes. Quatre pulled back to stare at Duo’s smiling face. He smiled back.

“Alright, Blondie. Point made, quite clearly. I don’t think I’m gonna be able to walk right tomorrow,” Duo said with a grimace. He glanced across the room. Trowa, Wufei, and Heero were back into their respective undergarments, curled up together against the wall. He grinned. “You guys were hot,” he said. He glanced back at Quatre. “Can you let me go now?”

Quatre considered it. “I don’t know, I kind of like you like this…”

Duo blanched and Quatre laughed. He pulled himself from the lithe body – Duo groaned as oversensitive nerves protested the movement – and walked around to the headboard, efficiently undoing the knots around Duo’s wrists before moving and doing the same at his ankles. Now free, Duo slowly rolled onto his side, lethargic body a little slow to follow the muscles. To his surprise, Quatre joined him on the bed, slipping in front of him to curl up with him. Duo laughed.

“Ah, Q-man likes to snuggle.”

*smack*
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