Heero's mind whirled. The air
was tight around him, like tentacles; like a vice that held and caressed
him, at the same time as it pained him. Trowa stood in front of
him, bent against the wall, legs apart. Moving under Wufei, with
the sharp, jerky movements that showed he was impaled by the dark man
-- that he moved only as he moved; only as he thrust into him.
And he moaned with total pleasure at the feeling.
Heero felt Duo Maxwell move around him
then, hot skin prickling at his own. A constant, living presence
-- an aura around him that was becoming more a part of his self than
his own awareness. He'd touched Duo Maxwell -- kissed him.
He wanted more of him. No -- he needed
Duo's body pressed against his, then
moved away. His hand was on Heero's waist -- his lips were
on his shoulder blade, suckling at the bone under the thin skin.
His hot cock snagged across Heero's thighs; leaking sticky pre-cum;
leaving its trail across him. Each time that Heero turned, reaching
to grasp him, Duo twisted and evaded his clutching hands. Now
he was back at Heero's neck, kissing at his jaw, licking at his earlobe.
Allowing his tongue to be caught, just for a few tantalising seconds
before his mouth moved away again -
He ghosted past Heero's groin many,
many times. Heero's body begged for him to touch his cock --
to fulfil the continuing promises. It was a torment that would
have made him furious, with any other man. He somehow knew that
Duo didn't intend to leave him unfulfilled. But, for now,
he was tortured by anticipation and suspense - Duo never touched him
He whispered, instead.
"Are you enjoying the show, Heero?
Your gorgeous, generous lover? Who do you want to be, Heero?"
"Who -? What do you mean?"
Duo's laugh was smooth as whipped cream,
but somehow much warmer. "I asked before, but you never replied...Do
you want him to fuck you? Do you want to be the one against the
wall, spreading yourself for him; feeling the invasion deep inside you
Trowa was groaning now; his ass pressed
hard, back against Wufei's thrusts. One of his hands slipped
down from the wall, to grasp at his own, swollen, flesh-red cock.
He began to pump, in perfect time with the rocking of their joined bodies.
"Or do you want to be the one taking
him, Heero -- plunging into him? Your cock, pressing past that
first, tight muscle; its aching head, bursting through, only to be crushed
and gripped as you force your way on in. Embedding your thick,
greedy shaft deep into that hot, moist channel; pulling slowly out,
only to thrust back into its hungry depths -- making your lover cry
out with the sensation --"
Heero held a hand up, as if to ward off
the words. "I - don't do seme --"
"You didn't do seme!" cried
Quatre, in some delight. "Until now!" Heero hadn't
registered that the blond boy was so close. But now he felt his
vivacious little body creeping around beside him -- the innate sensuality
of it reaching out in response to his own desperate frustration.
"Hush, Quatre," came Duo's voice.
Regaining the control. "I told you, Heero, that I would give
you what you want. And that's what you want, isn't it?"
Heero knew that it was. He felt
the surge inside him of desire -- the thrill of the dream. The
speeding beat of anticipation in his veins.
"Trowa..." he groaned.
"Do you feel betrayed, Heero?" murmured
the voice that surrounded him. "Don't be angry with him.
It's only physical pleasure. It's nothing compared to your
feelings for him. Nor his for you. It's just fun..."
"For us!" laughed Quatre.
"For me..." sighed Duo. He
was visible again, close up against Heero, and reaching to kiss him.
His hands took each side of Heero's face; took his gaze deep into
the depths of his own eyes; took whatever he wanted from the aching
lips. "Understand, Heero..."
Heero realised that he understood far
more than Duo might suspect. Over Duo's shoulder, as their mouths
sought each other out, he watched his lover's face -- he saw the
anguished joy in Trowa's expression of being filled; stretched; invaded.
He saw Wufei's look of adoration, as he lay close against Trowa's
back; the shudder and cry as he came inside him; his gentle, soothing
touch on Trowa's back as his body calmed. It made Heero's
heart ache, not for the first time tonight.
He saw Trowa's face, twisted with joy,
as he came.
"Yes..." he whispered. "That's
what I want. When?"
Soon, smiled the voice. He didn't understand why Duo was no longer speaking aloud, until the braided man stepped away from him. Heero almost fell; he put a hand against the wall to steady himself.
Wufei... Trowa... come to us...
The two men he called to, slipped apart -- still touching each other's body; still smiling; gasping with the delicious aftershocks of their climaxes. They straightened up; they stretched cramped muscles, and laughed to each other. They moved towards Duo, delight on their faces.
Heero watched with a horrified fascination,
as Duo slid a hand around Trowa's neck, and pulled the slender man's
face down to his. His eyes remained on Heero's as he plunged
his tongue into Trowa's mouth. They held each other for a time
-- touching each other's body. Trowa was still sweaty from
being fucked by Wufei; Duo's own flesh was flushed from his caressing
of Heero. They kissed, open-mouthed -- they murmured words into
each other's faces that no-one else could hear. Duo moved to
kneel on the nearby blanket, and drew the other man down on to his knees
beside him. Turned the pair of them, gently, so that he faced
Heero over Trowa's shoulder; so that Heero could see his hand as it
slid, possessively, over Trowa's smooth ass.
Trowa's head turned so that Heero saw
his profile; he was gazing into Duo's dark eyes. There was communication
that Heero didn't understand. He felt -- suddenly, irrationally
-- excluded. Duo laughed deep in his throat, an animal sound.
He stroked at Trowa's buttocks, almost as if he was considering what
to do next. Trowa made a noise of frustration -- he arched his
back, and his legs spread a little wider apart on the blanket.
Heero stared at them, his body frozen.
He was a column of pure emotion. Emotion that wanted to slap Trowa
away -- emotion that told him he wanted to be under Duo's hands himself.
And another, less familiar emotion, that told him he also wanted to
watch -- to see the gorgeous bodies together.
And -- of course -- he knew that Duo understood all this.
When Wufei reached for Heero, it was
almost a shock -- he'd forgotten the existence of anyone else for
that moment. But he slipped into his arms, without even thinking
of it. He needed to be touched -- he needed attention of his
own! Their mouths met -- Wufei's was hot, and eager, and Heero
thought that he could taste far more than a single pair of lips.
Heero found it unfamiliar, and very erotic, and his tongue thrust back
at him, diving into his mouth, sucking at the wet, warm muscle that
Duo was watching him - he could feel
the deep blue gaze like a knife between his shoulder blades. He
knew that they were teasing each other -- tormenting each other.
Heero wondered who had initiated this game; who would win.
"Yes," sighed Heero.
Wufei's hands were at his chest, teasing at his nipples, and he felt
his immediate response as the tall, dark man twisted at one. He'd
always loved that touch -- Wufei seemed to know this, instinctively.
Heero felt the other man's free hand sliding down his naked stomach
-- drifting to caress Heero's aching, throbbing shaft. Wufei's
hand was sure and insistent; Heero's desire was a blazing physical
need by now, and it was damned if it was going to resist any comfort,
whoever offered it! He flinched in the man's hand -- thrust
his hips jerkily towards the closing fist.
There was a sharp, distracting pain in
his head; he shook it away. He wanted to come...
Then Wufei drew away. Just as the
coiling ecstasy throbbed in Heero's groin, the pumping hand stilled
around his rippling cock, and the fingers opened up, releasing his angry
flesh to the air. Heero moaned with the loss -- his hand reached,
uselessly, for Wufei's arms. The other man was moving away --
his face smiled in front of him, but it was becoming distant.
Then there were other hands at his ass;
soft, wet, slipping through the cleft, to caress the pucker. A
slim, damp fingertip, pressing eagerly into him -- rolling around;
stretching; preparing him. A soft, musical laugh.
Of course! groaned Heero, to himself. It was Quatre -- he could
feel the boy's deft fingers, touching and driving him beyond bearance.
He knew no-one else whose fingers would feel so slim, so mischievous...
every touch was confident, and insistent, and damned inflaming.
The blond boy's hands were cooler on his back; the slender limbs brushed
against his, pushing him gently back against the wall. Quatre's
torso now slid up against his own; his rich little lips reached up to
kiss Heero's chin, his neck. Heero felt Quatre's erection,
hot on his thigh; it rubbed against his own, with its own sharp little
"Want you, Heero Yuy..." whispered
Quatre. "Want to feel
He now turned in front of the dark-haired
man, twisting, and exposing his back to Heero. He was panting,
quietly. He wriggled, deliciously, up and down against Heero's
groin, and Heero felt the soft, warm buttocks up against his skin.
He groaned. His cock sprang up even further, beating at the boy's
flesh -- seeking a home there. He was shocked at his lustful
response -- and something made him look over towards Duo and Trowa.
They still knelt together on the blanket
-- one of Duo's hands was around Trowa's waist, and the other was
buried deep between the valley of Trowa's buttocks. From the
movement of his wrist, Heero could see that he was fingering the chestnut-haired
man. Trowa's breath was rasping out as he clung to Duo, trying
to keep his balance. His lips dipped to Duo's time and again;
then his head rolled back, his mouth opening with a soundless cry of
joy and exhortation. His hands were tight on Duo's hips --
he was trying to rub their cocks together; trying to bring relief to
them both. From the tension across his shoulders, Heero could
tell that he was close to climax.
Duo's eyes were wild and wide -- but
they were still fixed on Heero. It was as if only his body registered
the mutual fondling with Trowa.
Heero couldn't have said with any certainty how close Duo was to climax. The man's body shone in the night air; the muscles flexed as he played with Trowa. His mouth was willing enough every time that Trowa nipped at him, begging for him. But his emotion remained a dark, deep ocean bed in his eyes. His control did not seem to falter.
Heero... it's fun for me... enjoy
Quatre's voice was whispering against
Heero's legs -- Heero hadn't seen him sink to his knees in front
"Want you, Heero," he repeated, a
little petulantly. "Want to taste
you!" The last words were a little muffled; Quatre had gripped
at the skin of his thighs, and had gone down on his cock.
Heero gasped with pleasure, and the anticipation
of relief. The pain in his head gave a nudge, but he ignored it.
He looked down at the blond head below,
and leaned hard against the wall. His legs were shaking.
He'd told Trowa when they arrived that he'd thought the motel would
be a 'heaven' for them. He'd been joking, of course --
trying to lighten their frustrated mood .
He wondered perhaps if it mightn't
be just the opposite.
Then Quatre's lips tightened, and his
tongue licked at the taut thread of skin below the head of his cock,
and Heero's climax overwhelmed him. He felt his seed spurting
out, escaping, gushing into the eager, waiting mouth. He shouted;
he cried out some unintelligible sound. He ripped at Quatre's
hair, not caring how he might hurt the boy, and he thrust his hips against
his face, asking to be milked, to be sucked to completion; demanding
more, and more!
The pain in his head became a deep sigh...
Heero had sunk to the ground, his legs
collapsing beneath him. He panted -- his cock ached beyond belief.
He thought he might have gabbled some apology to Quatre -- afraid he
may have ripped out his hair, or bruised his chin, or just generally
made a fool of himself with coming so fast and so desperately
"Never apologise, never explain..."
sighed the light voice at his ear. Quatre knelt beside him, and
his sweat-slicked torso shook with gentle laughter. "You are
gorgeous, Heero Yuy..." His mouth reached to suck on Heero's lips,
with a hungry, grateful, appreciative favour. Heero could taste
his own cum inside it -- it was warm and musky. He'd never
had such an experience in his life -- he wondered why the hell he'd
not begged for it long before.
Quatre sighed. "You do taste
sweet, just like he says. Your cum deserves to be savoured...and
it was good to taste it yourself, wasn't it? All
of you deserves to be savoured, Heero. I've known that since
you arrived. You're a delicious treat! I wish... " He
bit his words back and sighed, again; ruefully. "No, that's
not for me, is it? But plenty of other things are.
And there's plenty of time for us to enjoy them all..."
He rose to his feet easily, limbs young
and lithe, and he stood above Heero, toying with his own, half-erect
cock. As naked as the day he was born, but considerably more mature.
Gazing down at the exhausted young man at his feet, and grinning.
The breath of a tempting idea teased at his wide, blue eyes -- he had
many imaginative plans for Heero Yuy, now his appetite had been so deliciously
But then he felt another man's breath
on his shoulder, and abandoned his plans to tease Heero back into action.
Not for him -- not for now...He swallowed his immediate disappointment,
and turned with a half-smile, to take the embrace of the man behind
"Duo! Your taste now, I believe -?
Heero was still a little dazed.
He felt a strong arm slide around his torso, and he was helped to a
sitting position. A blanket was spread underneath him.
There was cool water offered to him. It was Duo's hand that
held the cup to his mouth -- Duo's fingertips that wiped the small
excess drops from his lips.
"Heero, do you understand better?
The joy? The release?" There was a thread of affection
in Duo's voice that he thought might be for him alone.
The cup was back at his mouth, but he
waved it away, impatiently. He reached a hand around Duo's neck,
and twisted the man's head to him. They kissed, deeply.
Heero tasted lemons again -- but also other fruits. Other liquids
that he couldn't describe or identify. All sweet... all rich...
There was no pain in his head anymore.
No nagging; no warning; no interference.
Duo was speaking aloud again. Heero
couldn't find any evidence of the sounds in his head. It was
all concentrated, now, on the man's face in front of him; the firm,
mobile lips; the very human body, laid against his own.
"I want you, Heero."
Hands slid down his sides; around his
ass; he was laid back on to the blanket. The fabric was another
sensation on his naked back -- another sensual experience. Duo's
body came down on top of him, their limbs entwined; still the kissing,
still the caressing. They were touching all the way from their
heavy mouths, to shoulders, to hips, to thighs. It was a fabulous
body, thought Heero, in the midst of a fog of frenzy and desire.
Fabulous -- all of it. And it would be his...
"Let me take you, Heero. You
have no idea what pleasure I will give you..."
Duo knelt up before him, now, and Heero
stared up into his deep, expressive eyes. There may have been
some nervousness there -- but Heero suspected it was a reflection from
his own. Duo's hands pressed firmly at his inner thighs, but
Heero let his legs fall apart easily. He bent them at the
knees; he felt the grip of Duo's hands, as he took hold of them, and
forced them further up against his chest. He was exposed to his
view. Completely defenceless. His exhausted cock twitched
gently with returning interest.
"Ask me, Heero..." Duo's
voice was very hoarse -- he had never sounded like that before.
Like Heero thought his own voice sounded. They were alike, Heero
thought, in this moment. They were the same -- they were coming
together as equals --
Heero wondered if Duo was going to say
please. He didn't want to wait to find out.
"Take me, Duo."
He felt the rustle of other skin, and
the breath of a laugh. It was Quatre beside him again, but he
didn't care who was there now. He had eyes only for Duo; eyes
only for his dark gaze and his delight, and his eagerness. Ears
only for his moans, and his murmurs of pleasure, as he stroked at Heero's
dark pink hole, and slipped a long, slim finger inside. Nerves
only for Duo's fingers pinching at his flesh -- the fire in his veins
-- the sensitivity all over him, that felt as if he had been flayed
alive, and the skin only just laid back down.
Quatre was kneeling beside him, stroking
his taut stomach, holding his legs back in place. Then his blond
head bent back down to his cock, which was throbbing softly with the
excitement. He licked the tip so that it bounced up a little;
he started to suck at the sides, softly. Heero sighed with the
pleasant feeling -- but still his eyes held Duo's. They spoke
"Do you want him to make you come again,
Heero?" hissed Duo.
"No!" cried Heero.
Quatre let the slowly swelling cock slide
out from his mouth, a thread of pre-cum silver on his lips. His
eyes were puzzled. He looked from Heero to Duo. Awaiting
Heero knew he couldn't explain properly. He thought that he probably didn't need to. "Not you, Quatre -- I --"
Say it, Heero...
"Duo... just -- you..." he
hissed. He didn't recognise his own voice -- it was a throb
of passion; a skewer of need. He stared almost angrily at Duo.
"I want you to make me come!"
Duo gave his own soft laugh -- it could
never be mistaken for anyone else's. It danced with amazement
and joy. It was embroidered with a rich tapestry of desire and
triumph and need. They were the only two people alive, to each
"My very sweet one -- I have been
waiting for this. I never thought you would come!"
"The others -- " sighed Heero.
He was opening for Duo -- he could feel his muscles flexing; asking
for him. Impatient for him.
Duo dismissed any other speech.
He had two fingers in Heero now -- they were wet, and hot, and they
pressed excitedly against his prostate, in a way so different from Trowa's
touch, or Quatre's, that Heero felt as if he was being roused for
the first time. He saw colours - he heard moans of welcome all
around him. He groaned aloud.
Duo's voice was jagged, like a serrated
knife. "Yes, there are others. There is the strong one,
and the bright one -- and now the dark one. But no-one is sweet
like you, Heero Yuy."
"Duo..." came a soft sound from behind
them. Maybe a protest...
But Duo didn't acknowledge it.
"You are the best, Heero. You are sweet, as mine is meant to
be. You touch me like nothing else. You are mine..."
Duo gasped, and leant forward, hard against
Heero's vulnerable flesh. He came fiercely into Heero -- his
cock burst through the initial resistance, then met complete acceptance.
Heero's ass relaxed around him, and drew him in. It caressed
him; it beat at him; it succoured and swallowed him. They clung
together, full of astonished delight. Duo began to thrust, and
Heero's body moved with him. Duo took his weight on his arms
at first, but his body sagged gradually until it caressed Heero's
stomach and groin; Heero grasped him, and held him tight.
They groaned; they reached clumsily for
each other's mouths, and kissed whatever they could reach instead.
Heero felt the sweating of Duo's body; the hammering of his heart.
He felt the burst of Duo's coming before it even arrived at his ass
-- it was loud and fierce in Duo's blood, and Heero heard its demanding
cry, even before the sound was wrenched from Duo's mouth.
They felt the pressure in each other's
temples; saw the vivid colours behind each other's eyes; absorbed
the throbbing anguish in each other's cocks, even as the climaxes
raced to outrun each other.
Heero saw the restraint shatter in Duo's
eyes; the control crumble. Overwhelming, ecstatic emotion flooded
his head and his heart and his limbs, as if Duo flowed into his very
They shuddered together; they shouted
And, once again, there was no other sound in the courtyard except for them
Heero woke in the small hours of the
morning; there was no light except for a pale moon, and silence all
around. There was the slightest whistle from a breeze across the
motel site. In the first seconds of stirring, he didn't recognise
anything of this. He was only aware of a sluggish consciousness,
and confusion as to where he was. His body ached; his head throbbed.
His mouth had that hideous parched, next-morning feeling, as if he had
spent all night drinking
Which he knew he hadn't.
No -- he'd spent the night bathing,
and smiling, and eating sweet stuff, and being fucked into glorious
senselessness by a man called Duo Maxwell. Playing games with
water drops, and ice cubes, and soft fruit... rolling on to his front
-- on to his back... opening his arms, and then spreading his legs...and
crying the man's name -- and sobbing at the intensity of feeling.
Time and again.
He groaned. He sighed. There
was the slight nag of cramp in his left leg, lying underneath his body.
It was a sign that he'd slept heavily. He was gradually aware
of the creased coverlet under his body, and the glint from the tiles
on the ceiling -- he was back in room number 6, it seemed.
He couldn't remember how he'd got
back to his room. At what time. In what state. He
could smell the soft, musky smell of his lover beside him on the sheets
underneath him -- his lover, Trowa, that was. He was groggy --
still half asleep -- but he knew that he was surprised to think that
he was still sleeping with Trowa, in their strange little motel room.
Did that matter any more? Why did he think it didn't?
He couldn't seem to focus any thought
properly. Too much sun... he thought, still in a half-dream.
Too much pleasure... too many touches... too much Duo...
The sound of the half-hearted fan whirred
across his consciousness.
Hadn't he thought all these things
Then he wondered what had woken him.
He stretched on the bed, and yawned. He knew at once that Trowa
wasn't on the bed beside him. The close air stroked warm fingers
over his bare stomach -- there was no cover over him, and he was completely
Peering through sleepy eyes, he saw Trowa
standing at the door, his shorts pulled on loosely, a vest in his hands.
"Trow?" he called, sleepily.
"Where are you going?"
"To -- him. To Wufei."
Trowa's voice was barely a whisper.
"I -- must go to him," said Trowa,
hurriedly. There was a strange mix in his voice; apology -- sorrow
-- eagerness. "He needs me. They need me -- they're
calling me. And I'll be sleeping with them from now on.
Heero -- you must understand..."
Heero struggled to sit up, but there
was a deep lassitude in all his limbs. There was the brand of
Duo's fingertips on the skin of his hips; the smell of the man still
in his nostrils. He wondered how he could ever have heard or seen
Trowa's movements through such obsession.
"Yeah... OK... I mean," he stumbled
over the words. "I mean -- I don't exactly know what's
going on, Trow... I didn't expect you here, to be honest... what with
you and Wufei, 'n all..."
Trowa stared at him in silence, for a
moment. Then he came back into the room, and sat down on the side
of the bed. His eyes shone in the darkness.
"I know. It's amazing, isn't
it? Everything that's happened...Look..." he wriggled, a little
uncomfortably. His eyes were still fixed on Heero -- the sleepy,
dark-haired man was suddenly very aware of his nakedness; and Trowa's
slim, smooth torso, just a hand's touch away. "I still want
you, Heero. You're fabulous, y'know? Christ,
and I don't forget that you were everything to me! Before we
came here... I mean, we escaped together, right?"
"Right," murmured Heero. He
wondered if Trowa realised he was speaking in the past tense.
"But I don't want to go back, Heero
"What?" spluttered Heero. "We
never said we'd go back! But we were gonna go on to the
city -- find a new place -- jobs -- whatever --"
But he knew that Trowa's attention
wasn't fully on him. "I can't believe this place, Heero.
It's like nowhere else I've ever seen. And the guys want me
with them; they want me to help out, and care for the place. And
care for them..."
Heero stared, a little stupidly.
"You wanna stay here, Trow? Like -- indefinitely? What
about your plans? Our
Trowa shook his head slowly, the swing
of his hair a whisper in the muggy room. "I don't think I
was as prepared as I thought, Heero. I never really thought beyond
getting out of that damned town. I -- couldn't tell you that
before -- you thought I had the grand plan. You'd have been
so disappointed - you looked up to me in that..."
Heero stared at him. He wasn't
gonna argue. Though he understood a hell of a lot more now than
he ever had before, and he knew that there'd been far more disappointment
in their relationship than either of them had realised. He also
knew that it wasn't their fault.
Trowa was continuing. The tone in his voice was light -- it bubbled with excitement. "But I'm happy here -- I can be very happy here! I can't believe the pleasure, and the contentment...
I can feel things I never felt before
-- listen to thoughts in my head, that were always silent before --"
Heero was startled. "Mine?"
"No, not yours, Heero," he sighed.
"Theirs. Wufei -- Quatre... when I'm with them... when we're..."
his voice trailed off.
Heero flopped back on to the bed with
a puff of resignation. It was too damned late in the night to
be having this conversation, right? "Ok, I think I understand.
Guess I never thought it'd be long-term, y'know? You 'n
me..." He made sure that Trowa didn't see his face.
"What'll you do here, Trow?"
Trowa shrugged. His mind was already
made up, and he didn't care about details. "Help Wufei in
the kitchen -- help Quatre round the motel --"
"And fuck --" said Heero, a little
slyly. He felt Trowa's body tense. He saw Trowa's face
smile in the darkness.
"Yeah. And fuck. He's
magnificent isn't he? Wufei... Both of 'em, really...I never
thought it'd be like that." He sounded almost awed.
Heero didn't answer. He'd never
thought it'd be like that, either. He wasn't sure how he was coping
with it, himself.
Trowa stood up, ready to go again.
He gazed down at Heero. "But you'll be with me here, won't
you, Heero? They want you, too -- they want to share it all.
And there's Duo, now...isn't there?" There was no answer
from the body on the bed. "Heero?"
He waited a few more seconds, but perhaps Heero had gone back to sleep. The voices were clamouring for him, now. They'd waited long enough -- they needed his attention. They wanted to show him theirs, in return. Trowa sighed, and quietly, he left the room.
When Heero next woke, it was noon.
He knew this, because the sun was well established, burning brightly
and fiercely in the sky, and searing its rays through the curtainless
window on to his body.
He didn't see why he should get up.
He still felt disorientated, and he thought he remembered a rather tense
conversation with Trowa in the middle of the night. Had it all
been a dream?
He rolled himself up on the bed, and his muscles protested. No it hadn't been a dream! He was stretched out here, sore from a night of amazing fucking, and on his own because his lover had just left him, to go and co-habit with a coupla other guys. It looked like another day of blinding, constant heat -- and he was sure that he'd not had enough food and water over the last few days, to have built up any stamina. He'd seen no-one else for over a week, had no transport or communication with the outside world, and he was effectively stranded in some second rate motel, where amazingly weird things kept happening.
And always a damn erection! He
growled down at his lap -- it was nagging at him, like the worst kind
of morning wood. He needed a shower -- to get dressed.
The memories were flooding back, seeping
into him -- and he reckoned he knew who to blame for that. He
seemed to be temporarily paralysed, sitting on the edge of the bed with
his head hanging down. He thought of Trowa, sitting in that pool.
Holding Wufei's face -- Quatre's slim hips.
He found himself stroking his cock; gently.
Like he treasured its comfort. Not for the first time, he wondered
if there was something in the food here, keeping him constantly in a
state of heightened arousal. But it did feel damn good...
He remembered Trowa with Quatre, taking
him. The boy's gasp of pleasure -- the way that his hands gripped
at Wufei, as the taller man held him still for Trowa's use.
He tugged at his cock -- a little more
Then there was Trowa with Wufei, being
taken. An astonishingly erotic sight; the sight of complete surrender
and yet -- a totally consensual joy...
He was pumping steadily now. He
knew the perfect rhythm for his own enjoyment -- he knew how soon he
would come, bucking and shuddering, and spraying cum all over his warm,
Trowa's bright eyes -- Wufei's dark,
knowing ones. The excitement that vibrated through Quatre at all
times. Lips licking an ice cube into Duo's eager mouth.
Quatre's soft mouth, opening to drink him down. Like nothing
he'd ever had before! The first kiss from Duo's
thick lips -- the first touch of his cock...
He moaned aloud.
And Duo... came the echo of Trowa's
soft voice. There's Duo, now...
Ahh, yes... Duo Maxwell. He could
remember him as if he were standing here beside him. As
if he touched him with those burning fingers; kissed his skin with the
firm, damp lips. As if his body still slammed into him, bony hips
up tight against his groin. Eyes on fire; hearts beating louder
than their cries. Sharp, demanding thrusts -- slower, seducing
penetration. And always the hint of something around his heart
-- something that teased, and begged, and was somehow more vulnerable
than it wanted to be.
Duo's presence. Heero knew that
he'd felt it. He'd shared
With a shout, Heero climaxed, spewing
seed from within his fisted palm. His back was arched, and his
heels pressed hard into the thin mattress. He felt the completion
hard and deep within his groin -- his heart hammered, his mouth was
drier than ever. His hips shook, and his legs collapsed under
He felt a physical relief -- but there
was a deeper, disturbing ache that wasn't assuaged. A face in
his mind; a voice whispering in his head.
The masturbation had been nothing like
the memories. No comparison at all.
Heero felt like weeping. Or shouting
in anger. Or hitting someone... What the hell was going on?
And what the hell was going to happen to him now?