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The Sabintha Stories	By : Maureen Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 844 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The
Sabintha Stories: Prologue: TB-W/QRW 1: Hot Tub

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Rating: It's a PWP, what do you think?
NC-17

Pairing: 3x4

Junk: Not mine, but I play with 'em
anyway... Maureen's version of "Slutty Quatre"

The
night air was slightly chilly, but sitting in the hot tub as they were, the
couple barely noticed. "It's so peaceful now! Being this far out from the
house makes the rest of the day seem like some sort of dream." Quatre
yawned and snuggled up closer to Trowa on the smooth stone seat, his
heat-sensitized skin singing as their hips brushed. The tub they were lazing in
was a good distance from the main house. It was sunk into the ground and
constructed to replicate a natural hot springs, edged in smooth carved rock.

"I'm
still not sure why you put yourself through this! Wouldn't it be much easier to
manage them in smaller groups?" Trowa's ears still rang with the happy
shouts and contagious laughter of all of Quatre's nieces and nephews. This
weekend was one of four a year in which Quatre invited his entire family to come
and spend some time together. All business talk was banned. Instead, the focus
was on family and the seemingly endless supply of children that Quatre's sisters
produced. Of course, the same as every other time they had hosted the whole
family, Quatre had worn himself to a frazzle with the planning and preparation.

"Oh,
but I like having everyone together like this! And it really is the only chance
all the kids have to see one another..." Quatre's face took on that not
quite dreamy expression it usually did when he was talking about children. He
was the biggest kid at these gatherings; playing tag, getting ducked in the
pool, and cheering loudly from the sidelines as Trowa taught the children simple
tumbles and other acrobatic tricks.

Trowa
pulled his companion closer and whispered in his ear, "You'd make a good
father, you know."

"I
enjoy being an uncle, Trowa." The statement could be read any number of
ways. "But right now, I can think of something I'd enjoy more..." A
slim, strong hand snaked into Trowa's lap to expand upon that point.

"Ka-
Quatre! What if someone comes out here?" With 29 sisters, assorted spouses
and partners, and an innumerable quantity of nieces and nephews staying
overnight, being caught was a statistical probability.

Quatre
set off a small swell of waves as he glided through the water to settle astride
Trowa's lap. "Then let them watch," he murmured into Trowa's ear
before tracing the curve of it with his tongue.

Quatre
was simply on fire that night. They had been together for almost three years
now, and while their sex life did not lack in satisfying encounters, some nights
one or both of them just shone a bit brighter than usual and this made the whole
experience burn a little more vividly.

Quatre's
every move was a slow flame, and so languid that the surface of the water was
barely disturbed by the incendiary things he was doing to Trowa's body. His
fingers skimmed every reachable surface of the straining flesh below him. He
alternated by dragging fine fingernail lines across the same path, Trowa
shuddering under his touch. Quatre pressed their abdomens together with slow
rocking motions, sliding easily under the water. His tongue drowsily meandered
the avenues of an ear, and then traipsed down along Trowa's tilted jaw,
occasionally scraping over the offered skin with teeth instead of lips.

"Want
you." He mouthed into the hollow of Trowa's neck before sliding up and then
sliding down again; soft butter pierced by a hot knife.

Trowa
tried to cry out, but the air was forced from his lungs in rapturous shock,
leaving his mouth only able to contort soundlessly. Quatre bit hard on his lower
lip to keep from screaming in sympathy at the sight. After bracing against
Trowa's shaking shoulders, he began to roll his hips ever so lightly.

"You
came ... prepared!" Trowa finally managed to gasp out as he grasped
Quatre's waist for traction to thrust sharply up.

"Oooohhh!
Yes!" Quatre's head wrenched skyward and he dropped his arms back to brace
against Trowa's knees. "Wanted you all DAY!" He finished with a shout
as Trowa tightened his grip to snap both their hips in unison. "Oh.. not...
sooo FAST! Ah... please... mmhh... want THIS to ... ahhh... last!" Quatre's
back was arched so hard that his entire rib cage jutted out of the water and
Trowa took advantage of this, slowing their pace to rub his face and tongue over
the water-slicked flesh.

In
the midst of Trowa's distraction, Quatre took control of their speed, settling
for a slow canter. Waves began to increase across the surface of the tub, to
occasionally crest and spill over the restraining rock sides. Quatre curled
forward, clinging tightly to Trowa's shoulders, arching his lower back out
emphatically as he did so. His gasping breath slowly formed words next to
Trowa's ear. "Fill me... Tro... ah!" And then in a stuttering groan he
commanded, "Ha- ha-aar-der!"

Never
one to deny Quatre anything, Trowa stood and moved them to the other side of the
steaming pool, where there were no benches lining the walls. The water was much
shallower here, and when Trowa laid his burden gently on the ground, they were
still in perfect alignment. With Quatre's hips firmly in hand, he began a series
slow, sidelong strokes that ended in almost brutal thrusts.

Quatre
rolled up to meet each lunge as best he could, fingers digging tight into
Trowa's forearms. "Wait!" He moaned. Trowa stopped, concern plain on
his face, but Quatre merely unwrapped his legs from Trowa's waist and slipped
them one at a time over his partner's broad shoulders. He rested there a moment,
a vision in the full moon's light; body only slightly longer than in the war,
but all traces of softness gone, a delicious leanness left in its place. Trowa
had both widened and hardened, and together they looked like some beautifully
obscene Greek statue salaciously posed in the silvery glow of the night.

And
then Quatre pulled, snapping his heels down against Trowa's back with a low
scream as the movement melded them tighter than ever before. He repeated the
action and the noise three more times before Trowa blindly caught his thighs and
pleaded, "Stop!" Quatre only whimpered in return. "You've got to
stop for just a moment... too much." Trowa trembled between his knees and
pressed a jittery kiss to his inner thigh. "So beautiful... this... you...
" He made long strokes, from thigh to flank over Quatre's shivering skin
with unhurried hands. "Love you so much... what did I ever do deserve to be
here with you. Like this..." He nuzzled the satiny skin of Quatre's legs
with a rumbling purr. "That you feel like this about me... and you want me
to be in you like this... it's too perfect..." His green eyes glinted
darkly down through heavy lids and he sighed through a quirking half-smile,
"It's so good like this... life is so beautiful with you..."

His
hands cupped Quatre's face and then he ran his fingers through the drying blonde
curls. Tears glinted around the edge of Quatre's eyes and it was his turn to
beg. "Please! No more, or I'll be finished. Just shh..." He wrapped
his hands in Trowa's hair and pulled him down for a kiss that just barely
stifled the quavering shout that jumped forth as his limbs were doubled to his
chest. Trowa remained still within Quatre as their mouths clung together, except
for the occasional pulse that would cause him to whimper against the blonde's
lips.

"Now."
Trowa backed up, firm hands keeping Quatre's legs in place. At this signal,
Quatre began driving up again with a controlled, calculated barrage of thigh
flexes. Each stroke drove them closer together, and Trowa continued to whisper
the feverish hymn, "So good... so beautiful..." into the hollow of
Quatre's contracting knee.

The
pleasure between them grew, until it reached a broad plateau with fathomless
horizons. Each jerk could have been the one to throw either of them over the
edge, but for many long minutes populated only by slap of flesh on flesh and the
heady cries of lovers, not one of them did. Every instant seemed as none could
ever feel better, and yet each succeeding one surpassed it.

In
a fit of near religious ecstasy, Trowa leaned down to trace the ridge of
Quatre's flushed cheek and set off the chain reaction that culminated in seismic
convulsions deep inside his partner and triggered his own cataclysmic release.

Quatre's
legs came down and Trowa sprawled across the smaller man's heaving chest,
murmuring incoherent praises against sweat-sheened skin. They rested like that
for a long while, before gathering the stamina to slip into their robes and
stumble drunkenly back to their room on pleasure-weakened knees.

!*!*!*!*!*!**!*!*!!*!*!*!**!*!*!*!

Quite
some time later, when Quatre was sure that Trowa was solidly asleep, he slipped
out of bed, into Trowa's bathrobe, and down the hall to knock softly at another
door. "Sabintha! It's me - open up!" He hissed, nervously eyeing the
surrounding doors. There was a soft click of a lock unlatching and he stepped
quickly inside.

"Merciful
Allah, little brother! How is it that you can even manage to walk after
that?" This particular sister stood only slightly shorter than Quatre's
5'6" and was curvy were he was willowy. She smiled broadly at her blushing
little brother and gestured to the small sofa, "Sit down, watch it with me!
It'll be just like old times!"

The
volume was down, but on the vid screen, he could quite clearly see Trowa and
himself from only a few hours before. "Wow!" He exhaled as their final
explosive round of lovemaking replayed. "We were ..." He trailed off
and his face heated even more as he remembered he was addressing his sister.
"You're so sick, Sabintha." Quatre moaned as he sank to the couch,
eyes somewhat reluctantly captured by the screen again.

"How
is this any different than the hundreds of times we've watched a Capture like
this together before?"

"Well,
quite obviously because it's me!" He sighed in defeat. "Did you get my
copy made yet?"

"Sure
did - when have I ever deprived you of any of my collection? You are going to be
the new star this year, baby boy!" Sabintha bounced a bit next to him, her
voice detached in delirious excitement. "I bet you two will be even more
popular than Treize and Mirialdo ever were! Just think! You're both so young,
and if tonight's any indication, so incredibly, outrageously hot
together..."

"You
are not going to circulate these tapes! How could I ever show my face in public
again?"

"Same
way Treize and Mirialdo did."

"They
didn't know!" Quatre denied in horrified fascination.

"Oh
yes they did! It turned 'em on." She confided, and then smirked. "It
certainly didn't seem to repress you, knowing you were being Caught. You should
tell Trowa, he'd probably like it, too." She stretched back to leer at her
brother as she hit the rewind button. "In fact, Treize had the only known
inclusive set of all the TK/MP discs." She licked her lips
hungrily. "I wonder what happened to it when he died."

"I
bet Une has it," Quatre grumbled, contemplating the holes in his own
collection.

"The
Lady Une? No, she doesn't have it, I've already asked her. She's the one who
made all those new Captures I sent you during the war."

"Une's
part of your group?" Quatre's eyes narrowed. "You are definitely not
circulating that disc! Or making any more!"

"Well
then, I guess I'll have a present to give Trowa tomorrow morning, won't I?"
Sabintha retrieved a three-disc set, the neat hand-written label reading
'Sleepless in Sanc.'

"That's
blackmail, you know." Quatre frowned.

She ignored him and continued. "I can't tell you how surprised the
membership committee was to have Dorothy Catalonia present this entry! These
discs have started an outcry for more Captures of you! In fact, all the amateurs
will be after you now - we've agreed on instant member status for anyone that
can catch you and Trowa." Her smug glee was apparent as she gestured to the
screen where Quatre's seduction of his partner was beginning again,
"Footage of the two of you is both highly desirable and nonexistent - I'll
be able to trade for some real choice stuff with this! And you'll benefit - I'll
make copies of everything I get for you!"

"Did
you make a duplicate of the Sanc set for me, too?" He asked in quiet
resignation. After glancing at the screen again, he commented with more
strength, "We are astonishing together, aren't we?"

"You
know, for the longest time I couldn't figure out why you were with him, but
after tonight..." She let the action on the screen make her point.
"It's always the quiet ones, isn't it?"

"It's
not just about sex!" Quatre groused as he tucked the discs into the
bathrobe's pockets.

"Of
course not, sweetie! That's exactly what makes the sex so mind-blowingly
beautiful to watch." Sabintha slid over beside him and smoothed a bit of
hair behind his ear. "C'mon, promise you won't destroy any of my cameras
that you find. You get to have him do that to you; don't deprive us of
the aesthetic pleasure of watching!"

"Aesthetic!"
Quatre snorted as he hugged her briefly before pulling to his feet. "All
right, but you're still a pervert."

"And
so are you, little brother, so are you."
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