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 Three
It’s about now I suspect that either I’m hallucinating
again, or there’s yet another person in the room with us. That damned shadow by the wall is becoming
more of a Chamber of Secrets by the minute.
The laugh that ripples out from its depths is low and rich. I know it well.
“Trowa!” I can only manage a gasp – the bed’s creaking
underneath our combined weight. I’ve got
cramp in my lower leg, Heero’s cock is tickling as it shrinks very deliciously
inside me, and Wufei is still nuzzling the sweaty hairs of my pubic area.
The brunette-haired man appears behind Wufei with a
wide grin on his face. He looks a little
flushed – guess the entertainment has done that for him. “Hell of a noise you make, Duo!” he
grins. “But then you’ve never been
backward in coming forward.”
“…never been backward in coming…” murmurs Wufei. He
licks quickly at his sticky lips, and stands up. Trowa moves to his side and I waste only a
second in idle wonderment that his
clothes also seem to have gone the way of all flesh. Then I lean gently back against Heero’s
tight, temporarily sated body, and let him fold his strong arms round me. And I watch the other two with undisguised
pleasure.
Wufei’s eyes are glinting again, and his own arousal
is an impressive, impatient thing to behold.
When he takes hold of Trowa’s waist, the gesture is familiar – Trowa
leans into him like they’ve been here a number of times before. I hear Heero’s breath catch slightly – his
lips ghost against my neck, but I know his eyes are also on the others.
Trowa catches my gaze – he’s still smiling. Even as he takes a hold of Wufei’s chin –
even as he turns the man’s face to him, and kisses him soundly. Very soundly. I can
hear the licking of his lips – the satisfying suck of their tongues
together. In fact, my sense of hearing
appears to be returning, too. No longer any buzzing in my ears – no longer any distortion of the
panting and gasping in the room.
Everything is crystal clear, and twice as provocative.
Wufei sighs; he moans a little, and presses himself up
against Trowa’s body. I lick my lips and
wriggle against Heero.
“You like Trowa too, Duo.” It’s a statement from Heero – not a
question. Just a
murmur in my ear. I flush.
“So you know that, too? It was just a bit of a crush, Heero. Just a couple of weeks, no
more.” People like to be around
Trowa – he has that kinda charisma. Not
like I was stalking him, was it? OK, so maybe I did for a while…
It had the required effect. My memory is smug.
Heero nods gently at my words and levers himself out
from underneath my limp body. “It’s
understandable, Duo. Trowa is very hot.”
I let Heero roll off the bed, leaving me flat out on
my back. We both look at the man in
question, and his caressing of Wufei.
‘Hot’, Heero says. Hell, you have
to tell me that? Trowa is slim and lithe
and moves like a cat. A
dangerous one. His smile is slow
and downright lascivious; his eyes lock on to yours like you’re the only one
he’s ever really wanted to meet. But it’s Trowa’s voice that’s so seductive – his wit – his dry,
cynical sharpness. Heero has a voice
that makes my heart shiver; Wufei’s is deep and like an animal. But Trowa’s cuts into you and makes you
shudder. He makes you answer – complain
– protest. He makes you listen to what
he says - makes you feel shocked; excited; disturbed.
Like I told him once, he makes you want to fuck.
Like I needed much persuasion at
that time. He’d
smiled and slipped a hand round my neck and that was that. Umm… is that another thing I’ve been talking about in my sleep?
Heero is moving slowly to join them, his hands reaching
out to stroke at Trowa’s skin. The three
heads look good together – Wufei breaks from kissing Trowa to nip at Heero’s
mouth instead. Then Trowa reaches for
Wufei’s ponytail and pulls him away. He
turns his own head to Heero’s and dips down that extra inch of height to thrust
his tongue between Heero’s lips.
*
Then he leaves the two others touching to come and
kneel on the bed beside me. He’s a hot
man, all right. Hotter
than a blade. Hotter
than the heat that’s whimpering between my legs again. Can’t remember when I last asked so much of
my private parts. I glance at Heero to
see Wufei’s hand at his ass. My lover
catches my eye and smiles at me. Just for me. A twist of Wufei’s wrist
and a flex of his shoulder muscles, and Heero’s eyes glaze over, no longer
seeing me clearly. He groans and
clutches at Wufei’s shoulder.
Preparation’s a bitch.
“You are delicious, Duo,” sighs Trowa, calling my
attention back. His lips press to my
chest – his tongue flips at my nipple so that it springs to attention. “Shut your eyes.”
Huh?
“Let me talk to you – let me tell you what you
want. What I want. Listen to me –
listen to my voice. That’s what you
always admired in me, wasn’t it?”
Amongst
other things.
I must still be feeling kinda weak, because I
don’t often do ‘obedient’. But I shut my
eyes. I can hear his soft breath on my
skin; hear the wet laving of his tongue.
The restriction of my other senses seems to heighten my hearing. Although Trowa always was a
master of sound and its sensuality.
“Are you listening, Duo?” His tone is very low. I think I can hear Heero’s gasp in the
background and I want to open my eyes and watch him again. But I don’t.
Trowa is very persuasive. “Listen
to them, Duo. Just
that. Let me describe how they
are together. How we can all be
together.”
“Uhmnhmm.” The prehistoric tribe is still waiting for my
words of wisdom. “You’ve always been one
for the finer points -” I sigh.
Trowa chuckles.
“Of language, I mean,” I protest. But I smile in return. “Always said you could fuck me in twenty-five
dialects –“
“I would if you let me,” whispers his rich voice. His mouth is moving around – it’s at the
sensitive skin of my underarm, licking gently.
“I mean you can say it -”
“And you can listen, Duo. You were such fun, I
liked to see your eyes when I spoke to you.
The dirty
talk. The sex
talk. And I liked the way you
teased me back – scorned me when I ranted – took my words and picked out only
the ones you had time for. Turned it all
back and provoked me.”
“Trowa…” It’s Heero’s voice. “He’s good, Duo. He has the best imagination of us all. But you know that, don’t you?”
The click of a lock opening. The snap of plastic by my
ear – the hiss of silken fabric.
The sudden low hum of something battery operated. Guess I’d missed seeing Trowa’s briefcase of
tricks in that all-consuming shadow by the wardrobe. Parts of my body shiver with anticipated joy.
“Any time you feel awkward, Duo, just say.” Heero doesn’t make it sound like a
question. “But from what you’ve been
saying, I think you’ve enjoyed plenty of this before…”
My sigh is one of rampant pleasure, as Trowa’s hand
presses its fingertips against my belly.
I like the edge of excitement in Heero’s voice. Like he’s biting back a
laugh. The bed rocks slightly as he joins us, and I can smell him at my
pillow. Can’t tell if he’s sitting or
lying beside me – he doesn’t touch.
But Trowa does.
“Listen to me, Duo. Like you used to. The layers of sound – the panting – the gasping. Do you hear it? Wufei is very impatient… Heero is greedy for
you. Remember what I’d say; come with
me, Duo; take the strain, Duo; hands up if you want to join in, Duo…” he laughs
softly. Everything has two meanings with
Trowa. There’s something cool and slick
that’s humming along the inside of my thigh.
“While I’m down here…” he murmurs.
A trail of something soft and silken rubs under my balls, making them
crinkle and bounce. A hand probes
carefully under them, tugging hairs aside, and a long, slim dildo slips into
me.
*
Trowa is humming – moaning, almost melodically. I start to wriggle on the toy, drawing it in,
seeking its friction. Trowa’s voice is
slipping round my consciousness like liquid chocolate; it’s seeping through me
like hot breath. “He’s behind me now,
Duo, Wufei is there and he’s touching me just as I like. His fingers are doing the walking, looking
for entertainment, looking for a local beauty spot – ahhh - he wants to play some ball
games it seems…“
I arch up – can’t believe I’m so hard again, so
quickly. I can hear Heero’s breathing in
my ear; I note the quiet click inside the alarm clock as it turns over its
flap, recording the next minute. I can
hear the gentle creak of the mattress – the clatter of the empty water glass on
the bedside table. Wufei grunts with
satisfaction – I’m sure I can hear the sucking wetness of a gelled finger,
moving in and out of Trowa’s ass.
“Heero’s enjoying the show, Duo. But that nurse’s dress has got to go. It’s doctor’s
orders. And now…” he gasps a laugh. There’s a ripping sound like tearing
cloth. “And now it’s gone! He’s giving me all his attention now,
Duo. He very alert today – he’s making
quite a point – a delicious point,
indeed.” There are more depressions in
the bed, some assorted laughter, and I think Heero lies down beside me. I can feel his hip against mine, though he
seems to be on his belly. There’s the
sound of saliva catching in a throat – the rasp of a tongue against tight skin.
“We’re making him ready for you, Duo.” I can hear Trowa’s deep swallow. There’s the squeak of a damp palm dragged
across the cheek of an ass. The
throbbing of the dildo inside me increases in speed and I yelp gently. “Just doing you a favour,
Duo. You heard it from my own
lips – though these best wishes don’t necessarily involve words. He’s only got eyes for, you, Duo, more’s the pity.”
There’s a noise of complaint from Wufei and a laugh
from Trowa. The bed rocks and the
mattress bounces back up, as if they both get off.
“Let me open my eyes,” I growl. “I wanna see him –“
“You’ll have the best view in the house…” hisses
Trowa’s voice, and a hand grabs at my wrist.
He hauls me off the bed until I’m standing, rather disorientated, then
I’m twisted and pushed gently against the wall.
I can hear the slap of flesh all round me – feel the draught from bodies
moving into place. “Open up, Duo!” sighs
Trowa. “Seek, and you’ll find! Seek, and you’ll fuck -!”
*
I open my eyes and now I see Heero beside me, face to
the wall, body bent out slightly, his bare ass raised. He’s panting.
He’s looking up at me from under his outstretched arms and his eyes are
glazed over.
He
doesn’t need words to get me to Nirvana.
I slide my hands up the side of his body, moving
myself to stand behind him. His cock is
bobbing eagerly between his legs; mine is rubbing slowly up between his
buttocks. There’s the soft bubble of
noise from copious pre-cum.
Trowa stands beside Heero,
also face to the wall, supported by his outstretched arms, and Wufei stands
behind him. There’s a pleasing symmetry to it, but then I
never had any aspirations to art. Except body art, just like this. Wufei’s eyes have an intriguing mix of desire
and desperation in them, and his hands are busy at Trowa’s ass. I glance down, and now I can see what made
the silky noise during my torment – one of Heero’s white stockings. Wufei has it clenched rather tightly at one
end round his fist, and the other half of its length lies in his alternate
palm. The end is snagged inside Trowa’s ass, it seems.
Wufei tugs. I
wince. A string of small, slick green
balls slides out. Trowa groans. Wish I’d been around to see them go in – but
it’s not like I’ve never had that pleasure.
His imagination – and, indeed, his sexual generosity – is truly the
best.
Wufei grins. He
untangles the end of the stocking from the string of beads, and curls its damp
fabric into his palm. Trowa’s ass shines
in the dim light. Wufei seems to hesitate
for a second, then he flicks the end of the stocking so that it darts a bright
flame across the dark shadows of the room – and it whips against Trowa’s ass.
Trowa jerks up; groans. His curse is in some language I don’t think I
ever heard before. Perhaps he’s been
studying. Wufei leans over him with a
smile, and his cock starts to press in between Trowa’s pinkened
cheeks.
Heero whimpers underneath me, and I remember what the
task of the hour is. I spread the tight,
muscled ass in front of me, bend my tired legs, and thrust up into him.
“You and Trowa…” gasps Heero. He’s slurring a little – like he’s bitten his
tongue.
“Just fun,” I gasp back. Not much breath to
explain anything more. And that’s all it
had been. Soon, Trowa had been kinda taken with another
of our housemates, and we’d parted bedroom ways quite amicably.
So now we two pairs of men stand together, facing the
wall like children in delicious disgrace.
Myself and Wufei pressed into the backs of
Heero and Trowa, making like the eponymous two-backed beast. Our lovers straining back against our groins,
groaning like the happy victims they are.
Wufei leans his head over briefly and I meet him
halfway, mouths meeting with a clash of teeth and laughter. Trowa reaches a hand over to Heero’s cock,
and Heero returns the favour, joining them together at a lower – yet just as
lascivious – level.
And we fuck very soundly.
Very happily!
TBC