Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, wish I did, just enjoy
writing about ‘em for free etc
Pairings: (lemon) 1x2x1, 5x3, 3x4 (other citrus)
1x2x3x4x5
Category: AU, Duo POV, PWP
Warnings: Yaoi, lemon
Spoilers: None
Notes: For
all those with the flu this year – let Duo and the guys offer sympathy and a distraction to all your battered senses…
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Part Two
I think I may have passed out – or maybe it was just
that damned sleepiness again. One minute
I’m gripping Heero round the neck and pressing his wet, cum-spattered lips to
my shuddering belly – next minute there are smooth, firm hands at my own
shoulders, pressing at the knotted muscles there.
I nearly leap out of the bed! They aren’t Heero’s hands, you see. His are still attached to his arms, and those
are still wrapped around my thighs as he lies half on, half off the bed.
“Who -?
What the fuck -?”
“Lie back, Maxwell,” comes a
gruff command. “I’m damned good at this,
as you should know – but I can’t work with you chattering and leaping about.”
Wufei. Wufei? “I didn’t hear
you come into the room, Chang.”
He doesn’t dignify my squawk with a reply. He’s standing at the side of the bed by my
head, rubbing his hands together, slowly and carefully. He seems to be spreading oil into his palm;
it shines on his dark skin, the small glimmers of light in the room reflecting
in its droplets. There’s a warmth in the air around him.
My sense of smell is also returning with a vengeance,
it seems. That,
or I just warped into some exotic rock star’s bathroom. “What’s that stuff? Smells…”
“Good?” That’s
Heero’s voice – a soft, low murmur that sends aftershocks through my groin.
“It’s Egyptian massage oil,”
says Wufei. “You need to relax,
Maxwell. You said you liked this
treatment, especially. You found it…”
His hands are back on my shoulders, and kneading the oil gently into my neck, “… stimulating.”
I did? I mean – I did,
but that was a long time ago. A time I
didn’t think he and I were gonna talk about any more. At least, not in front of
Heero. My eyes flicker to my
lover – I can only see his dark head; feel his breath on my thighs. It’s hot and dry, like a summer noon time.
“How long have you been here, Wufei?” Long enough to see Heero undress for me? Long enough to see his exquisite
blowjob? The shadow against my wall is
dark and deep – deep enough for two men, and I might not notice. I’m unnerved – suspicious. But I can’t help but relax back on to my
mattress – the guy’s hands are very persuasive.
I’m feeling rather warm inside. And bemused. “Tell
me…”
“Hush your mouth,” he says, in that low, sexy rumble
that he has. “This is a massage, not a
chat room. Let the smells infuse your
body. You feel too tense – you feel weak
from your illness.” His hands slide into
the hollows of my throat, and along the bones of my ribcage, smoothing over my
bare, goose pimpled skin. Then his head dips quickly to my ear, his
dark ponytail whipping mischievously against my cheek. “You feel damned good, Duo,” he hisses. “Just
like you always did!”
Something inside me groans. Something outside me whimpers – I can’t hold
it back. ‘Let the smells infuse your
body’, he says. Like I could stop
them! My whole body feels aromatic –
feels enriched. His hands knead and
stretch, all across my torso and arms; his breath inhales and expels with the
movements. It’s not just the oil that’s
affecting me – the smell is oozing from Wufei’s whole body. A thick, rich fragrance, of masculinity and
physical confidence and grade A sensuality.
It’s more than gorgeous – it’s consuming me.
They say that smell is your most vivid sense, don’t
they?
Vivid. Sumptuous. Engorged.
Well, something
is.
*
So I’m hard again!
I’m also fucking embarrassed.
It’s only Heero’s head that’s obscuring the evidence, and that’s only
for a limited time - soon my buoyant cock is going to be nudging at his
nose. If he moves off my lap, he’ll see
how aroused I am by Wufei’s work, and he’ll be pissed, I’m sure.
It’s inevitable, of course. Just as I think it, he moves off my lap, and
stands up. My cock now springs up, hot
and damp and stimulated by something – and some<i>one</i> - other
than my regular lover.
“Look, Heero…” I’m back to the squeaking again. “This isn’t what you think. It’s the smells, I think – they’re pretty
rich –“
“Isn’t what I think?”
He’s staring at my lap again.
Like I wish he wouldn’t <i>do</i> that – it doesn’t help
with the self-control issue. “But you like Wufei, don’t you?”
Like? What’s not to like? Man’s a sex god. Tall, strong, broad – torso
like steel plate. Butt like two
scoops of hazelnut ice cream. Touch like
an avenging angel…
“Sort of,” I gasp.
“He’s our friend, after all.”
Heero reaches back down to me and rests his hands on
my outstretched thighs. At the same
time, I’m wishing that Wufei wouldn’t do that
thing that he does with his fingers.
That last
little swipe of a
touch, just at the end of his massaging stroke.
That tease of fingertips, just a little bit too close to the flesh
underneath my navel…
“No, no, Duo.
It’s far more than that. Don’t be
coy, now. That’s not the Duo I’ve been
listening to all week, is it?”
“What do you mean?”
I’m feeling kinda nervous here. Horny, yes – but wary.
Someone seems to have fed my familiar Heero with Loss-of-Inhibition
pills. Those damned aliens…
Heero bends his head and gazes down at me with those
liquid chocolate eyes. Wufei has his
hands at my waist, on the way down.
Heero has his hands at my thighs, and they seem to be on a corresponding
path up. When they meet in the middle I have no idea
how I’m going to keep my voice below an anguished shriek.
“I know you spent some personal time with Wufei,
Duo. Don’t bother denying it. You told it all in your fever.”
“I didn’t – I… What do you mean - personal? What do you mean, all?” I twist my head and glare up at Wufei. What’s he been telling Heero? The man’s eyes are very dark, and very
amused. And very
provocative. Do I remember him
taking off his shirt? Or
his pants, for that matter? I can
feel the heat from his naked body that’s nothing to do with scented oils.
Between him and Heero, I’m slipping into
Wufei laughs, very softly. “Please, Duo, I’m just glad that you remember
it so fondly – and so well! Well
enough to describe in your sleep some of the very best highlights of those few weeks we spent. It was a good time, Maxwell. A great
time! It was an honour to be able to
show you what fun there was to be had with another man. I was pleased that you chose me to begin your experiences.”
Not exactly chose, I think, a
flush rising up through my body. I was just mad to get going on the whole sex
thing, and Wufei was so obviously reeking with the stuff, with plenty to spare…
I catch his eye again.
I grin – can’t help it! “It was great, wasn’t it?”
“You were a fine student,” he hisses again in my
ear. And there’s that thing again, his hands slipping underneath my ass, I can feel
a finger slipping greedily between my buttocks, making me arch up against
Heero’s grip. “Aptitude. Application. Conscientiousness. Enthusiasm…”
I think I can hear Heero chuckling, but that can’t be
right!
*
A twinge of concern attacks me, and I turn quickly
back to face my lover. I am enjoying
this way too much. “But Heero - this was long before you and I, y’know? It was
just fun…”
Heero slides on to the bed beside me now, rolling me
gently on to my side and slightly away from him, like we’re spooning. Wufei moves around at the side of the bed, so
that he’s facing me. He’s stopped that
massage thing for the moment – my shivering nerves are in mourning. Heero murmurs into my ear, nestled up against
my back, and now I know I can hear
the chuckle in his voice. “Do you think
I’m jealous, Duo? Distressed? Angry, that you slept with one of our friends
– that you had a past sexual experience with them?”
“Didn’t sleep much…” murmurs Wufei.
“It’s fine, Duo,” Heero
reassures. “I told you – I’m just glad that at last you can be honest with me,
and we can share the enjoyment to the full.
It’s all part of your history, Duo – it’s all made you what you are
now.”
Wufei is kneeling on the floor and reaching his long
arms over to my hips, tugging me towards him.
Feels like Heero may be pushing me, too, from the other direction. “What you are now, Maxwell,” growls Wufei,
“is damned delicious…”
“I don’t resent it,” sighs Heero,
behind me. He’s still in that nurse’s
dress, but his legs are bare and hot, and one of his knees is nudging my legs
apart. My ass rests back on his lap, and
I can feel the hot column of flesh between his legs – the costume budget
doesn’t seem to have stretched as far as underwear. His hands are stroking at my buttocks,
parting them, teasing a fingertip at my entrance. Muscles flex – my ass sings a wanton tune for
him. I have as much self control as a
child with a handful of candy. I can
almost smell the butterscotch flavour.
His voice is very soothing. “I don’t resent it one bit, Duo. I care for you just as much as before. It excites
me, to tell you the truth. Maybe we can
share that excitement.”
“Share -?”
Round at the front of my body, Wufei seems to be
talking to me from somewhere south of my groin region. Now my cock is nudging at his nose, and
damned eagerly, too. “I’d love to have
you again, Duo. I want to do it
again. Do you again.”
“What?” I gasp, half laughing, half hysterical. “With Heero here?”
Wufei’s head comes up a little, and I can’t see
anything but passion in his pupils. He
flickers a look at Heero, over my shoulder.
Heero’s hands tighten on my hips.
I can see Wufei’s smile – I can feel
Heero’s on the skin of my shoulder blades.
They seem to be sharing some private joke.
“Yes, with Heero here,” grins Wufei. “With Heero, in fact.”
*
Wufei doesn’t bother explaining any further; his mouth
is now occupied with sliding greedily down my happily rejuvenated erection. I groan – I put a hand back to grasp at
Heero.
“You don’t mind, Heero?” I’m panting, softly. “You just gonna – watch?”
“What do you
think, Duo?” he hisses in reply. He
reaches a hand around me to the front, and tugs gently at Wufei’s hair. The man slides his mouth off my cock with
something like reluctance, and lifts his head.
I watch in stunned amazement as he kneels up on the bed in front of me
and bends over my shoulder. Heero lifts
his head too, and reaches his mouth up towards Wufei’s. His tongue slips out to lick at the other guy’s
lips. Here I am, sandwiched between the
two of them as their tongues thrust into each other’s mouth; as they swap
saliva, savouring it like nectar. As Wufei gasps with pleasure – and Heero grunts with the same.
I’ve never seen Heero kiss anyone else.
It’s fucking hot!
The aroma of the oil is strong in my nostrils; the
sight of the two guys locked at the lips is way beyond erotic. Heero gives a soft, panting sound that I
don’t recognise from whenever I’ve kissed
him.
But hey – I can be generous, too.
They break at last, and Wufei slides back off the bed
to kneel at my groin again. His lips are
puffy from kissing Heero and there’s a drop of spit glistening at the corner of
his mouth. I can feel my own mouth open,
and my tongue reach to moisten it; I want to kiss him, too. He knows it – he grins at me.
“Later,” he whispers.
“Plenty of time. You smell of need, Duo – you smell of hunger, too. Mine.”
They move in on me like they synchronised watches somewhere
along the line. Wufei’s mouth slides
back down on me and his hand slips under my balls, fondling them and tugging
them gently towards him. Exposing the skin behind them. Heero takes over from there – fingertips
stroking at that skin, thumb teasing at my entrance again, slick with saliva or
some kind of gel that his devious hands have had access to. When his finger slips into me, I gasp. Wufei’s mouth tightens on me, like he’s
smiling.
I can smell rich, oiled flesh – I can smell shampoo
and soap and linen and cloth, and the heavy sweetness of welling seed.
Wufei’s hand reaches up to my thigh with his free hand
and tugs my upper leg to a bent position – he draws it forward, opening my ass
to Heero behind me. My eyelids feel
heavy again, and I gaze down on the dark, shining head bobbing at my
crotch. I can feel Heero’s breath on my
back, and smell its warm fruitiness. He
gives that cute little grunt as his cock nudges at me – as he thrusts up inside
me.
God…
So much hotter; so much thicker; so much more satisfying than fingers! I
lie there on my side whilst their hands and lips and bodies run all over
me. Heero thrusts up into me with an
abandon that he’s never shown me before; Wufei sucks and lavishes attention at
my groin, the slick muscles of his body flexing as he holds my legs in place so
that all three of us can move comfortably together.
When I come, I find that anguished shriek far too
ready to escape. The feeling’s so damned
rich – so sharp! I slam my hips forward,
seeking sanctuary in Wufei’s hot, sheathing mouth. He coughs gently and swallows everything I
produce, the hot, thick stuff coating his tongue. At the same time, I feel Heero tense behind
me, and his hands grow fiercer on me.
One last thrust and he swells inside me. “Duo…”
he groans. “So very, very good…”
He crushes up tightly against me – he cries out with a
most uncharacteristic enthusiasm. I can
feel the throbbing inside me, and the soft wet seed pumping into me. There’s a new perfume, all around us, full of
sweat and skin and passion spent.
As Heero relaxes against me, panting, I can feel the
delicious exhaustion all along my stretched limbs. The room seems even darker than before, and I
feel a lassitude creep over me again.
Guess this night is just one long catalogue of surrenders…
Right?