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" Thanksgiving"Written By: Clara Barton Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. The following
is an intellectual exercise with no intention of profit. That said,
these characterizations, words, and situations are mine. Please ask
before reprinting. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: language, sex, slight angst. Pairings: 2x3x5x6x1 and any combination thereof Summary: Quick, pointless smut because it's Thanksgiving.
" Thanksgiving" Wufei sighed and tugged at his tie again as he looked at his reflection in the overhead visor mirror. He should have worn his contacts, and not his glasses. But he had been up late reading last night - as he was most nights - and his eyes had felt so dry and irritated this morning that the thought of trying to put in his contacts was akin to just stabbing a nail into them. But he would have looked better, with the contacts. Would have looked much less like the self-conscious, anxiety ridden, socially inept failure that he was. He sighed again, irritated with himself. This was simply who he was - an unpopular, socially awkward, obsessive intellectual who only felt comfortable reading books, writing papers, taking notes in a lecture hall or arguing about history or literature. He had been this way since childhood, and at the age of twenty-five, he should really just accept that he would remain this way and learn to live with himself. He should, but, of course, he couldn't. He found just as much fault with himself on a daily basis as he did with the world around him, and it was exhausting. So exhausting that he really, really wanted to turn his car back on, and drive back to his hovel of a graduate student campus apartment and sleep. He wanted to, actually needed to considering the complete lack of sleep he had been getting for the last six weeks as he tried to manage the coursework for the three seminars he was taking, as well as grading the obscene amount of papers that Dr. Khushrenada assigned to his undergraduate students and then foisted off on Wufei to actually grade. Wufei was exhausted, and had been counting down to the week of Thanksgiving break as his chance to finally, maybe, sleep more than a handful of hours at a time. To maybe go out and buy some warmer socks and maybe a few sweaters, and if he had the money, an actual winter coat because growing up in Texas had not in any way prepared him for Boston falls and he was already having nightmares about winter. But, instead of doing any of that, he had spent the week trying to catch up on reading and grading and today, a day he had actually promised himself he could take off completely and just spend in bed, he had been woken up at 8am, and then again at 10am, and then again at 11am by text messages from Duo Maxwell and Trowa Barton. The two were, like Wufei, first year PhD candidates and, along with Heero Yuy, the four of them had formed a study group that met twice a week in the Eastman Research Library. They had met during orientation, when graduate students who would serve as TAs had been bombarded with a solid week of "training" on how to teach and how not to sexually harass their students. Even though they were all in different programs - Heero was in political science, Trowa in Nineteenth century literature, Duo in Modern Middle Eastern history and Wufei in American history - they had all taken the same elective seminar in European colonialism that fall. Wufei had, completely, predictably, and embarrassingly, fallen immediately in love with Trowa. Quiet, confident, deeply and subtly sarcastic and breathtakingly gorgeous, Trowa seemed to have been crafted from all of Wufei's most cherished fantasies. Duo, Trowa's roommate, and Wufei was sure, lover, was as outgoing as Trowa was reserved, but just as intelligent and witty. And annoying, not just because he lived with Trowa and constantly flirted with him and touched him, but because he had decided to be nice to Wufei, to be friendly and flirty, and Wufei couldn't decide if Duo was doing it because he was an asshole or because he was interested in Wufei. To make matters worse, Wufei couldn't decide if he was interested in Duo. He loved Trowa with the intensity of a middle school crush, but there was something about Duo that was compelling, something about his crooked grin and long fingers that made him a regular feature in Wufei's masturbation fantasies. Of course, when Duo woke him up at 8 in the morning on a day when no one should be up that early, Duo quickly moved from erotic fantasy column to murder fantasy column. Just reminding you about lunch with Sexy Zechsy. Happy Thanksgiving. Sexy Zechsy. Zechs Merquise, Dr. Merquise, was the head librarian for the Eastman Research library and, despite the juvenile nature of Duo's nickname for him, the man certainly deserved the moniker. Tall, slim, with tantalizingly pale, long blond hair that he usually wore loose and wire rimmed glasses that made him look even more intelligent and sensuous, Zechs Merquise clearly knew he was handsome and enjoyed the attention he garnered from the students, faculty and staff at the college. He enjoyed it - and he acted on it. Duo had been the first of their group, walking into the study lounge they usually commandeered ten minutes late and looking completely shell-shocked. He kissed me, Duo had muttered, eyes unfocused and looking like he was dreaming. He backed me up against the Sufi poetry and put his tongue in my mouth and his hand on my ass. Trowa had been amused, Heero had said that Duo was making it up, and Wufei had been filled with indignation. He wasn't sure what bothered him more - the fact that Zechs might have broken any number of rules by kissing a student under his, if not supervision or authority… under his care - or the fact that Duo seemed completely unashamed and in fact happy about the fact that someone other than Trowa, gorgeous, perfect Trowa who he lived with and probably slept with, had kissed him. A week later, and Heero had confessed that he and Zechs had fucked in Zechs' car the night before, when Heero had stayed late in the library and the two had walked out together when it closed. Two weeks after that, neither Duo nor Trowa could keep from smirking when they related their Saturday night, spent at Zechs's house, naked, in his bed, for what sounded like an obscene or at least extremely exaggerated amount of sex. The next month had been the retelling of one lewd encounter after another, until Wufei had started to contemplate no longer attending their study sessions. Sure, he was getting more than enough information to provide himself with graphically detailed visuals, but he was also incredibly frustrated. On one level, he understood - Heero, Duo and Trowa were handsome, confident in their sexuality and their attractiveness, while he… Wufei was slight, and while a childhood obsession with martial arts and daily yoga meant he was in excellent shape, he had had a lifetime of being made fun of for being the smallest, and he knew that however strong he was, he was still small and thin. Add to that his glasses, his unfashionably long hair that he usually wore pulled back, and he knew he wasn't a catch. He knew there was no reason for Trowa, or Duo - or Heero - let alone Zechs to have any interest in him. He knew all of that, but it didn't change the fact that he wanted them to have an interest in him, that he wanted someone to find him attractive or at least interesting. Wufei hated being the outsider in this group of sexy and sexually adventurous men, but he didn't know what to do to change it - aside from simply walking away, which he was unprepared to do. Even so, last week, when Wufei had seen Zechs sneeringly lecturing freshmen on how to use the library's Galileo catalog, and Zechs had looked over and offered Wufei a smirk, Wufei had hated the way his stomach fluttered. Worse, when Zechs had dismissed the freshmen and turned his full attention on Wufei, Wufei had actually stuttered nervously. Something he had done constantly in his youth but, after years of speech therapy, now only rarely did. "Any Thanksgiving plans?" Zechs had asked as he flicked his perfect, moonlight hair over his shoulder. "N-n-no. N-not really." Wufei had felt his face burning with shame. Zechs only nodded. "You should come over, then. I always enjoying putting out a large spread for my favorites." Wufei could only stare at him stupidly. "Your favorites?" Zechs just smirked. "You and your friends, of course." Wufei's friends. The trio of boys that, if they were to be believed, had been engaged in illicit affairs with the librarian for the better part of the semester. "I…" Wufei hated feeling foolish, hated not knowing what to say, hated being intimidated. "Come over around one. Trowa and Duo can give you directions." Zechs smirked again before reaching out to squeeze Wufei's shoulder in a depressingly platonic way. Wufei was convinced the invitation was merely Zechs being polite. But when he considered the reality that Zechs was polite to almost no one, he allowed himself to have the slightest hope that the invitation might be sincere. Duo's 8am reminder text encouraged that hope, but it also sent Wufei into a spiral of doubt and self-loathing. Thanksgiving with four of the most attractive men he knew, most of whom - maybe all of whom - had had sex with one another. There was no chance that Wufei would make it through the meal without making a complete and utter fool of himself. So, after waking up and showering, Wufei had promptly gone back to bed. There was no point - he wouldn't go. It was the safest course of action. Then, of course, Duo had texted again at 10am. Here's Sexy's address - let me know if you have trouble finding him! Wufei had stared at the address, at the text, at the dream of… of what, precisely? He knew all the ways that the Thanksgiving meal could go wrong, but was there even a chance for it to go right? In the best of all possible worlds, what did Wufei even think would happen? Duo was the only one who seemed to enjoy arguing with Wufei about things - Heero would usually state his own point as if were the definitive answer and move on. Trowa, more often than not, would shrug and say perhaps before abandoning the topic. Only Duo rose to the challenge, offering not just his own opinions but the facts to back them up. And Zechs… Wufei had only had a handful of encounters with the librarian. He had, in fact, gone out of his way to avoid the man after learning that Duo, Trowa and Heero were involved with him. He had absolutely no idea what Zechs's interests were. In all likelihood, this would be several hours of either exceedingly dull conversation, Wufei making an ass of himself in the first ten minutes, or hours of Duo and Trowa flirting with each other. Or all three. Wufei had set his phone down and gathered his comforter closer in an effort to cocoon himself. At 11, though, Trowa had been the one to text. Hope to see you at lunch. It's nothing fancy - but Zechs would probably appreciate it if you bring a bottle of wine. Wufei could practically hear Trowa's soft voice saying the words, and it calmed him. It made him think that, really, this was just a meal. Probably it would be Wufei and Duo arguing over something while Heero sat back, content in his own superiority, while Trowa fought back a smirk whenever Duo said something funny and Zechs would just sit there and drink wine, looking over all of them with a patronizing smirk. And, at some point, Wufei was sure that he would subtly be nudged towards the door so that the four of them could move on to more intimate pursuits. It would be fine. He would be fine. -o- Wufei finally dragged himself out of his car and forced himself to walk up to the front of the brick townhouse that Duo's battered Jeep and Heero's immaculate black Lexus were parked in front of. He fingered the label on the bottle of wine he had purchased that morning, hoping that a twenty dollar bottle of wine would be acceptable. He felt that Zechs's tastes probably erred towards the exorbitant, but Wufei, as a graduate student barely making ends meet with his annual stipend and his part-time job at Starbucks, couldn't afford more. He stood in front of the door long enough to feel like an idiot, but eventually he raised his hand and knocked. It was, after all, too damn cold to just stand there all day. Even though it was likely only a minute or two, Wufei felt as if he stood on the stoop for hours, the chill November wind cutting into his exposed face, neck and hands. Zechs opened the door, wearing his standard uniform of a pastel dress shirt - pink, today - and dark, fitted trousers - dark brown. He looked gorgeous and casual and warm. "Wufei." He seemed genuinely happy and surprised. "I… brought this." Wufei thrust the bottle of wine into Zechs's hands. Zechs's lips quirked into his all too familiar, all too patronizing smirk. "How thoughtful. I do love a good Chardonnay." Wufei flushed. He didn't drink much, or often, and his only experience with wine was from Meilan, his ex-girlfriend, who had aggressively ordered fruity cocktails and crisp, fruity wines as though daring anyone to call her girly so that she could pick a fight with them. She had preferred Chardonnay to other wines, and Wufei had tried it a few times and found it palatable, if not necessarily good. "Please come in," Zechs motioned for Wufei to step inside. "The others are in the study." Zechs's lips twitched again. "There wasn't a consensus on whether or not you would be joining us, but Trowa suggested we wait just a while longer in case you decided to come." Wufei looked at his feet, anywhere but at Zechs's cool blue eyes and cruel, sensuous lips. "I wasn't sure about it either," he admitted. Zechs squeezed his shoulder. "Well, I am certain everyone will be as pleased as I am that you are here. Shall I take your coat?" Wufei pulled off his too-thin canvas jacket and handed it to Zechs. He nodded towards an open doorway at the end of the hall, past a staircase. "Join them while I put a few finishing touches on the arrangements and chill this wine." Zechs watched him, waiting until Wufei actually walked towards the room before moving off in a different direction, presumably towards the kitchen. Wufei went into the room, the study, cautiously. The room was bigger than Wufei's entire apartment, which wasn't at all surprising. Nor were the floor to ceiling bookshelves filled with hard-bound tomes. Even the leather sofa, armchair and massive ebony desk seemed in character for Zechs. What did take him aback, however, were the glass display cases filled with a wild array of artifacts. Artifacts that appeared to be in varying states of decay, made from different materials and in different sizes, but all were, unmistakably, phalluses. There were probably nearly a hundred of them displayed throughout the room. "Some hobby, huh?" Wufei jerked his wide-eyed gaze to the leather sofa, where Duo and Heero sat. Duo had a glass carelessly dangling in one hand and he was stretched out on the sofa, taking up so much room that his feet rested in Heero's lap. Wufei arched an eyebrow at that - and then his cheeks flamed when he realized that Duo's feet weren't just in Heero's lap - Duo was massaging Heero's covered, though clearly erect, penis through the fabric of his trousers. Wufei had to stare for a moment before he realized that he hadn't seen Trowa yet. Both Duo and Heero seemed completely unconcerned with Wufei's presence. Duo continued to rub his heel over the tent in Heero's pants, and Heero obligingly spread his legs wider. "What… what are you doing?" Wufei had seen Duo and Trowa flirt before, had seen Duo suggestively touch Trowa's chest and thighs and Trowa squeeze Duo's ass, but he had never seen Duo do something this bold. And this wasn't Trowa. It was Heero. And Heero and Duo weren't involved, were they? Heero arched an eyebrow at him while Duo grinned. "Waiting on you, obviously." Wufei glared at him, but when Duo made no effort to explain why he was rubbing his foot on Heero's groin, Wufei gestured angrily. "Why are you feeling him up?" Duo's lips twitched, and it was clear he wanted to laugh at Wufei. "Well, we're in a room full of dicks. And I've been waiting for today all week so I'm kind of horny as hell. And Ro hasn't been complaining. Ro, you okay with me feeling you up?" Heero snorted. "I think I would prefer it if you actually got down on your knees and used more than your foot, but Zechs would give us a lecture about manners and patience again." Duo rolled his eyes and groaned. "He would. He'd give us a lecture while fucking us - and I don't mind that part, but he is so fucking pretentious when he has his cock in my ass." Heero nodded in agreement. Wufei felt like he had entered some alternate universe. He could only stare at them. "I don't understand you! You're dating Trowa! Why would you want to sleep around if you had him?" Both Heero and Duo turned their full attention back to Wufei. "Huh." Duo grinned, his broad, lopsided grin that meant he had suddenly realized a new way to make Wufei's life hell. "You know, Tro is my best friend - but we're not dating. We fuck all the time, because we live together and neither one of us has time to date and it's not like anyone would put up with me full-time anyway, and Tro has all of his trust issues, but we're not dating. But, uh, even if Tro and I were dating - you know we've all been fucking Zechs for most of the semester. We've told you about it." Heero nodded. They had, Wufei knew all too well. But he hadn't been confronted with the evidence of their collective promiscuity until today. "But let's get back to you defending Tro's honor from my hypothetical cuckoldry." "Cuckoldry?" Heero repeated, one corner of his lips tipping upwards. Duo shrugged. "If it's not a word, it should be." Heero's lips curved upwards in one of his rare smiles that he seemed to favor Duo with. "Anyway," Duo turned his focus back to Wufei, "back to this concept of me having Trowa and therefore not needing to want anyone else. Just how long have you been in love with him?" Wufei sputtered. "I'm not- That's not what I- It-" His inability to make an articulate response was likely as dooming as Wufei's pink cheeks. Duo laughed in delight at Wufei's mortification. "So that's why you don't give me the time of day when I flirt with you? Because you only have eyes for Tro, huh? Well. That'll make today interesting." Heero nodded. "What - don't you dare say anything to him!" Wufei advanced on Duo. Duo just continued to grin, then took a sip of his wine. "Oh, I'm pretty sure I won't have to say a single word." Before Wufei could ask just what that was supposed to mean, Zechs entered the room. He arched an eyebrow at Duo and Heero on the couch, one corner of his lips tilting upwards in either amusement or reprimand. Duo sat up, grinning, unrepentant. "Is the feast prepared?" he asked with a wink. Heero coughed a laugh. "Yes," Zechs said with a long-suffering sigh. "It is." He made a broad gesture towards the open door behind him, and Duo and Heero rose from the couch and preceded him from the room. Wufei, however, remained. Zechs arched an eyebrow at him. "I think that I should leave," Wufei said. "Well, if you feel you must." Zechs shrugged. "I know how much Trowa was looking forward to you joining us, but if you feel uncomfortable…" Zechs trailed off. Wufei sighed. He did feel uncomfortable. He felt left out, and he felt like there was something - something very significant - that he was missing. "Where is Trowa?" Wufei finally asked. "Waiting for us in the dining room, of course." Of course. That didn't even make any sense. "I…" "Why not at least come and see him? And then, if you still feel you should go, you may." Wufei sighed again, but he followed Zechs from the study and back into the hallway and then into another room. Presumably, this was the dining room. But there was nothing in front of Wufei that indicated this was the location for an impending meal - at least, not the kind he had ever had. Well, there was a table and several chairs. A sturdy, dark wood table that was completely bare except for Trowa Barton. Who was also completely bare, except for a series of intricately knotted ropes that bound his arms across his chest, and secured his bent legs wide apart. The ropes crossed over Trowa's chest, abdomen and arms, circling around tanned, oiled flesh that Wufei had been dreaming about for months now. Trowa's groin was left exposed, his thighs spread wide to seemingly show off both his fully erect penis and his gleaming, puckered anus. An anus spread wide to accommodate a silver plug or - knowing what was in the other room - phallus. Wufei swallowed hard, feeling a whirlwind of emotions. Fear, anxiety and lust warred within him - he had never thought to see Trowa's naked body, nevermind see his bound and stretched naked body on display as if he were the main course for the meal. Oh. Wufei felt like an idiot, and he knew that he was once again blushing. "Trowa, you were right. Wufei did decide to join us this afternoon," Zechs said, pulling Wufei's attention away from Trowa's gleaming ass. Trowa's sharp, brilliant green eyes were focused solely on Wufei's face. Wufei wished he could just melt into the floor or spontaneously combust or- or something. And then Trowa smiled, his lips curving upwards just the barest amount, but it somehow felt as if the sun was shining brighter, and Wufei hated how much he loved Trowa's smile. "Gotta say, you look really good, Tro." Duo reached out and tweaked Trowa's right nipple, hard enough for Trowa to wince. But instead of glaring at Duo, Trowa's mouth parted in a silent gasp and he arched his body into the touch. That… was unexpected. All of this was unexpected. Wufei had known, from Duo's vivid recountings, that Trowa usually bottomed for both Zechs and Duo, but Wufei hadn't realized that Trowa was a masochist, or that any of them were into bondage. "Good enough to eat," Duo added with a lascivious grin, and replaced his fingers with his mouth, his lips pulled back to bare his teeth as he bit Trowa's nipple. Trowa let out a breathy little gasp that felt like an electric shock straight to Wufei's cock. He had been aroused, embarrassingly, by Duo fondling Heero in the other room. The sight of Trowa's naked body had only added to his arousal, but now… now his cock was hard and straining against the confines of his trousers. Zechs made a tutting noise, and Duo released Trowa's nipple and lifted his eyebrows. "Shall we sit?" Zechs gestured to the chairs spread around the table. Duo rolled his eyes, but he sat down in the chair nearest him, while Heero sat across the table from him. Wufei stood, anxious and frozen in place, while Zechs sat down in the chair near Trowa's head. Leaving the chair directly in front of Trowa's cock and ass as the only one available. "Well?" Zechs prompted. "Will you be joining us after all, or did you still want to leave?" "I… W-w-what would I be staying for?" Wufei managed to ask. Zechs smirked and then chuckled, his cold, patronizing chuckle that Wufei had heard several times over the course of the semester when someone made the mistake of asking Zechs a question that he deemed to be idiotic. The blond haired man reached out and idly started to run his fingers through Trowa's hair, pulling it away from his face with sharp tugs. "For Trowa, of course. There's certainly plenty of him to go around." "I…" "Are you a virgin?" Heero asked, blunt as always. Wufei's face burned. "N-n-no! Of course I'm not!" Heero smirked, clearly thinking that Wufei was lying. He wasn't, but he had only had sex twice - the first time had been disastrous, and the second time merely humiliating. He knew he wasn't anything like these other men. He wasn't gorgeous or experienced or adventurous. "Leave him alone, Ro," Duo grumbled. "He's nervous - you gonna tell me you weren't nervous the first time we did this?" Heero glared at him. "That's what I thought." Duo sighed and turned to Wufei. "Look, we're just here to have a little fun. Well, Tro's here to have a little fun and a little pain on the side." "I don't understand." Wufei really didn't. Trowa looked like a cat having his ears scratched right now - but Zechs was pulling his hair hard enough that Wufei found himself wincing. And surely Trowa was uncomfortable, with his body contorted and bound like this. And being on display like this, at the mercy of everyone else. Wufei would have been terrified to be in Trowa's position - even more so than he was just looking at Trowa. "You said Trowa had trust issues," Wufei reminded Duo. "How- Why-" "Thanks a lot," Trowa muttered, glaring at Duo. Duo shrugged apologetically. "Sorry, dude. I was just trying to explain our relationship." Trowa sighed, and he looked over at Wufei. "It's just sex, Wufei. If you aren't interested, then you don't have to stay. But," Trowa gasped as Zechs pulled on his hair sharply, "I wish you would," he moaned. Wufei's cock throbbed at the sound and, helpless to do anything else, he sat. "Now then, it seems obvious to me that your friends did not, in fact, explain today's menu." Heero smirked at the rebuke, but Duo shrugged and nodded at Trowa. Trowa's cheeks pinked slightly. "Sorry," he mumbled to Zechs. "Hm." Zechs gave another sharp tug on Trowa's hair. "Did you neglect to tell Wufei the details because you wanted to embarrass him, or because you were worried about revealing just what a filthy, needy slut you really are?" Trowa swallowed hard and closed his eyes. That was… interesting. Wufei had never seen the other man anything less than confident in himself. He found himself staring at Trowa's exposed body again, studying the dark, angry color of his cock and watching the way his anus tightened around the silver plug every time Zechs pulled on his hair. Wufei realized that everyone was still silent, realized that he had been staring at Trowa's body while everyone was waiting for him. "I…" What exactly was he supposed to say? In all of his wildest fantasies about Trowa, none of them had featured anything like this. "I don't mind," he said at last. Heero's lips twitched, while Duo laughed outright and Zechs managed a cough. Trowa's cheeks grew even warmer, and Wufei felt his own start to turn red. Again. "Excellent," Zechs said after a moment. "We generally try not to overwhelm the offering," he gestured at Trowa. "But Trowa, of course, generally prefers to be overwhelmed." "I don't understand." Wufei felt as helpless and exposed as though he were tied up on the table instead of Trowa. There were just so many possibilities, and he was already so far outside of his comfort zone, that Wufei honestly had no idea what was about to happen. He could guess, however, that it would likely entail him making a fool of himself. "Well, basically, if it were me trussed up, I'd prefer, you know, just one cock at a time in my ass and mouth, and I could do without being swatted with anything." Duo picked up a leather crop that had been placed in front of his place setting, and Wufei looked down to see that he had a similar one at his own. "Or have some asshole," here Duo paused to glare at Heero, "drag ice all over my body because he can't patiently wait his fucking turn." Heero just smirked, and Zechs looked at the two of them as though they were precocious, slightly irritating children. Wufei tried to picture the scenario Duo had described - tried to imagine Duo tied up on the table while Zechs filled his mouth and Trowa his ass, and an impatient Heero tortured his nipples and cock with an ice cube. Wufei swallowed hard and spread his legs under the table, subtly trying to adjust his own cock that felt even more engorged just thinking about it. "And Heero?" Wufei had to ask. Heero smirked, but it was Duo who continued to explain. "Oh, Ro just wants to be blindfolded and have his face fucked all night long." Yet another mental image that Wufei would never have predicted, but now… "What about…?" he trailed off as he looked at Zechs. The blond haired man arched one elegant eyebrow. "I can hardly host if I am in that sort of position," Zechs pointed out. Duo gave Wufei a look. "So, basically, Trowa enjoys everything - and wants as much attention as possible. Which, since you did show up, gives me an idea." Duo drummed his fingers against the tabletop, his eyes bright as he looked over Trowa's body. "What if Zechs and I fuck him, while Heero rides him and Wufei ~ * ~ |
