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Winner, Winner, Quatre Dinner	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1078 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor any of its characters. I only own the original characters. And nobody's paying me to write this.

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The war was long over, eight years in the past, and the pilots had acclimated to times of peace. Outside of Quatre, they had all ended up joining Preventers. The blond, not wanting to lose touch with the others, had made it a tradition that they take a two week long vacation every year to one of his estates.
Duo leaned his shoulder against the doorframe and watched the petite blond dance around kitchen. Whatever he was making smelled wonderful and Duo was practically salivating, but watching Quatre invoked a completely different type of hunger.
Foregoing his usual attire, Quatre was in a pair of yoga pants and a light blue tank top. His bare feet lightly tapped on the hardwood floor as he moved to the fridge. He bent at the waist, digging in one of the bottom drawers and presenting his bottom to Duo almost as a gift, or invitation.
He glanced briefly to the side as Wufei appeared, eyes immediately following the same path as Duo’s. The blond moved back to the stove, stirred one pot, and then dipped a spoon in another pot. He brought it to his lips, flicking his tongue out to taste the sauce. He hummed in appreciation and bent over, to check on something in the oven.
“Damn.”
Quatre jumped up and spun at the muttered curse to find two sets of very heated eyes on him. He wet his lips. “Um… guys?”
“You thinking what I’m thinking, Fei?”
He smirked. “We’d have to get permission first.”
Duo nodded. “Of course.” He crossed the few feet to Quatre, hooked an arm around his waist and yanked the blond flush to his chest, devouring his mouth.
Quatre’s mind tripped into double time and then rather abruptly shut off as Duo’s tongue pressed into his mouth hot and demanding. He didn’t know what had caused his friend to suddenly decide he wanted him, but he wasn’t in the frame of mind to complain about it at the moment. Quatre struggled for breath as Duo stepped back and he had to lean his back to the counter to steady.
“Does that count as permission?”
“Well, he didn’t punch you.”
He wasn’t listening to what they were saying as he was too busy trying to get his heart to stop pounding. He barely had his breath somewhat under control when another mouth pressed to his, just as insistent and just as talented. Hands ran down his sides and pulled him from the counter. More hands fell on him and a strong chest pressed to his back as lips trailed down his neck.
He tore his lips from Wufei’s, not because he wanted to stop kissing him, but because he suddenly remembered he needed to breath. The hands and lips didn’t stop moving across his body and he felt like he was on fire. His shirt was removed and Wufei began worshipping one of his nipples while Duo was attacking a particularly sensitive spot beneath his left ear.
If they hadn’t been holding him, he would have been a puddle of goo in the middle of the floor. When a hand slid into his pants some sense came back to him and he gripped Duo’s wrist. “Wait.”
“What’s wrong?”
He licked his lips. “Why… why are you guys doing this?”
“Because you’re sexy,” Duo whispered in his ear, licking the shell. “And we’ve been wanting you for a long time.”
He closed his eyes. “I don’t do one night stands.” It came out sounding as pathetic as he felt. As much as he wanted them, wanted this, he couldn’t be with them once and know he’d never have them again.
Wufei gently cupped his cheek in his right hand, moving his left hand down to remove Quatre’s grip on Duo’s wrist. “We’re not looking for a one night stand.”
“We want you to stay with us,” Duo continued. “We weren’t exactly planning on telling you like this, though.”
Wufei chuckled softly when blue eyes rolled slightly as Duo’s hand found the blond’s length. He pressed his lips to Quatre’s. “I love you.”
Quatre groaned softly. Duo’s hand moved over him slowly and Wufei was lazily kissing him. He didn’t know what to do. Was he just supposed to let them do whatever they wanted? Should he do some exploring on his own? Or should he push them away? Sure, it felt great, but there was no way this would work, was there?
“Quat?”
He snapped out of his thoughts and found the other two had stilled their movements, both watching him closely with nervousness, desire, hope, and… love. He closed his eyes and took a slow breath before looking back to Wufei and putting his hands on the Chinese man’s shoulders. He pulled him back in for another kiss and almost smiled at the relieved sighs that escaped both of them.
Next thing Quatre knew his pants were gone and he was bent over the table, harsh gasps leaving him as they kissed down his body. Wufei was kneeling in front of him, lips only inches from his straining erection. He felt Duo’s lips at the small of his back and yelped when the hot tongue ran down the crevice.
“That’s dir-“ His complaint fell off when Wufei lapped at the tip of his length. The tongue rolled around him several times before running down to the base and back up again. As he took the tip between his lips, Duo pushed his tongue inside Quatre’s entrance.
“Shit!”
Duo chuckled low in his throat at the rare curse from the blond. He ran his fingers over the smooth skin at Quatre’s hips, hardly able to believe this was happening. He’d thought it would take a lot of talking and convincing before they could get the blond to join them. And, really, he figured they'd be turned down.
He wanted to pound into the blond right there, but the last thing he wanted was for their first time taking Quatre to be in a frenzied fuck in the kitchen. They wanted to spend the time to love him like he deserved.
Wufei used one hand to grip the base of Quatre’s erection while he fondled the heavy sac with the other. The noises falling from Quatre had him so turned on he was hurting, but there was no way he could take his hands off the blond now that he had him.
Quatre clenched his hands into fists on the table. He was panting and moaning embarrassingly, but there was no way he could stop it. He threw his head back when Duo pressed a slick finger into him. He’d never been entered before, well, not by another person. His vibrator got frequent use, though.
He shook off the random thought as a second finger pushed in and he fought to keep his hips still. He didn’t want to hurt Wufei by slamming into that evil but talented mouth that was slowly driving him crazy. Every time he thought he may be close, Wufei would grip the base and slack off.
“Please… please, let me…”
Wufei pulled back and looked up into the flushed face. “Let you what?”
He groaned softly. “You know,” his back arched slightly and a heavy moan escaped him as Duo massaged the spot inside him that sent stars across his vision. He gasped for breath. “You know what.”
Wufei licked his lips and returned to the heavy erection in his palm. He relaxed his throat and took the blond to the hilt. Quatre fairly screamed at the throat constricting around him and the fingers working inside of him.
Finally, his release washed over him like a crashing wave and Wufei continued sucking until there was nothing left. He slid to the floor, completely spent. Wufei leaned forward and took his lips in a soft kiss. He sighed happily into it.
Duo turned his chin intending to kiss him but Quatre stopped him. “Not until you brush your teeth.”
Duo laughed softly and settled for kissing the blond’s cheek. A moment later, Quatre shot up and spun on his heel, eyes widening as he saw Trowa tending dinner while Heero watched them from his lean against the wall. The Japanese man smirked.
“So, I see you two finally got up the guts to go after him.”
“And almost ruined dinner in the process,” Trowa said softly and he graced the three with a small smile.
Quatre wasn’t sure whether to find the situation horrifying or humorous. Duo stood, gave his lover a hand up, and they both wrapped their arms around Quatre.
“My dinner wasn’t ruined,” Wufei said with a satisfied smirk. “How about yours, Duo?”
He grinned. “Winner, Winner, Quatre dinner.”
The end… maybe
A/N I watch too much Diner, Drive Ins, and Dives… Every time Guy Fieri says “Winner, Winner, Chicken dinner” I can’t help but replace “chicken” with “Quatre”.
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