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"Going to Extreme "Written By: Emerald Pillow Disclaimer: I don't own GW or their boys, wish
I did. Warnings: Lanuage, mild violence, hair cutting, and lemon (later on) Pairings: 1x3, RxD Summary: Relena decides she wants a baby after seeing her nephew. Only problem is she needs a donor for the father and she has her sights set on Heero. Rating: NC 17
"Going to Extreme " Chapter 4 Ashley's golden eyes widen in the dark room. There it was again. . .the thumping monster. It had left her alone for a while, but now it was back, and she wondered what she had done wrong to make it come after her again. She hadn't really seen the monster, but figured that it was living in her wall, since that was where the knocking was coming from. Sometimes she could hear it's angry snarling, but tonight she was lucky enough to not. She pulled her blankets over her head and quietly began singing her favorite song in hopes of making the thumping monster disappear. It only got louder, and she couldn't take anymore. Throwing the covers off, she rolled out of bed and tore from her room. "MOMMY!!!" With no other warning, she dashed into her parent's bedroom and jumped onto the bed between them. "Ashley, what's wrong?" Her mother cooed softly. "What happened pumpkin?" "The thumping monster's back." Ashley cried and buried her face in her mother's bosom. "Daddy, make it go away." Aggravated, he pushed from bed and left the room. Heero gripped the headboard tightly as he stared up at Trowa's features. The Latin was full of energy tonight. Heero could only assume that he had taken a nap earlier just so he could satisfy Heero at this magnitude. He rammed himself as hard as he could into the descending haven. "Damn Trowa, ride me." Heero whispered through gritted teeth. Trowa leaned forward to gain leverage by the headboard. Looking down at Heero, he gave the Japanese man what he wanted. Heero threw his head back in bliss at the new pace that was causing the entire room to shake. He could feel his lover tightening against him on every entrance and exit. "Oh fuck." He moaned over Trowa's. Trowa's free hand ran through Heero's hair as he enjoyed seeing ecstasy in his partner's face. As he gripped the back of Heero's head tightly, he was filled with the want of making his lover scream like he never had before. This fueled him, just as his adrenaline kicked in, and head board that was once pounding was now battering the wall it was set against. Both men noticed the knocking and was slightly peeved. They had purposely removed it from the wall earlier that night to prevent it from waking their neighbors. Trowa's actions had somehow pushed it bad into it's previous position. Both men were too wrapped in the sensations to want to stop and fix the error. All at once, they could hear a pounding from their neighbors; both below and next to them. Reluctantly, Trowa slowed, as he remembered the four year old girl that was terrified of the thumping monster. Disappointment registered on the lover's expressions as Trowa resorted to a slow swaying motion. Seeing no further point, he released Heero's left wrist from the cuffs. The Japanese man sat up straight, wrapping his arms around Trowa's waist and pulled him more harshly onto his erection. In one swift motion, Heero became the dominate of the two as he kept the reluctantly slow pace against his lover. Trowa seized the free cuff and slipped it around his own wrist. Heero smirked at the action as he allowed his fingers to slide between Trowa's. He continued to kiss along the Latin's bruised flesh while Trowa's free hand caressed the welts on Heero's side. Trowa's nails dug deeply into Heero's waist, turning him on even more. The next few thrusts were as fierce as when they were in the hotel, but remembering Ashley, he refrained from continuing. "Fuck me Heero." Trowa pleaded into his ear. This wasn't the place to abide by the request. Heero pulled from his lover and stood straight. Trowa was yanked from the bed by the cuffs connecting them together. At first, he wondered what Heero was thinking. It seemed that no matter what part of the apartment they went to have sex, one of the neighbors would start pounding the wall or floor, for them to quiet down. Heero walked over to their dresser and pulled open the top drawer. He pulled a leather strap from inside and turned to face Trowa. The Latin's lips curved as he recognized the strap. For as long as they've had it, there was only one purpose that it served. Trowa shivered with anticipation as Heero yanked him closer to concrete their lips together in a harsh kiss that ended with Heero biting his lower lip. "You want to be fucked bitch?" He didn't wait for an answer as he pushed Trowa, face first toward the wall. "You'll be fucked then." That said, he roughly gagged Trowa with the leather strap and threw him on all fours. Before Trowa could regain composure, Heero was kneeling behind him, ramming his still erect penis inside his lover. Trowa moaned from the return, but it was muffled as Heero used his cuffed hand to pull the leather strap further into Trowa's mouth. Using the strap as a bridle, he forced Trowa's head to stay up while he continued to brutally make love to the passive man. As long as Trowa was in control, he had been able to keep his verbal pleasure down to a minimum. . .the instant Heero took over, the Latin's screams could be heard throughout the apartment complex; thus the reason for the strap. Heero's eyes roamed Trowa's naked body. The naturally tanned back was just as mutilated as Heero's own, and it turned him on even more. The only thing that truly disturbed him was the bruises appearing on either of the Latin's hips. They were the only ones that Heero actually felt guilt over; since they were never really allowed to heal as the rest of his inflections. That was all because of the fact that Heero caused them from sheer instinct. Half the time, he wasn't even aware that he had grabbed Trowa's hips until he noticed the blood on his own hands. No doubt, by now, they were causing Trowa a lot more pain than what was intended. Even now, he hadn't noticed that he was gripping them so tightly with his free hand. Not wanting to make it worse, he stopped long enough to turn Trowa onto his back. The green eyed man seemed a bit confused as to why Heero was switching positions again, but soon forgot it as he was entered for the third time. To prevent himself from wanting to seize Trowa's battered hips again, he grabbed either end of the strap and pinned it tightly to the floor; with the middle section buried deeply into Trowa's mouth again. It was times like this that he was glad that his boyfriend had virtually no gag reflex. Although, seeing Trowa like this was making him even more aroused, he regretted not being able to fully hear his bliss, as he did in the hotel room. For Heero, hearing Trowa screaming his name was far better than seeing agonized bliss. Heero closed his eyes as he felt his climax approaching. Since Trowa had been such a good sport thus far, he decided to give the Latin a special treat. Something he hadn't done in quiet some time. Right before release, he pulled from Trowa, and removed the strap. Placing his knees on either side of Trowa's neck, he pumped himself to finish. "Shit!" His body trembled as he released. His semen sprayed Trowa's face in every direction. He fell to his free hand as he watched his semen cover his lover. A smile pulled at Trowa's lips as he licked Heero's penis. Trowa was the first person he ever released on like this; and he never knew how much he would enjoy it until Trowa begged him for it one night. He lightly patted the lip of his manhood against Trowa's bottom lip before wiping the final drops of semen on his lover's cheek. "Oh fuck." Heero huffed as the after glow hit its highest. Heero rested his head on the floor as he watched Trowa continue to lick and kiss him. Despite the day, he was at total peace and relaxation. . .to the point that he was actually smiling. He started to pull from Trowa, but the Latin placed his hands on the tight backside to keep it in place. Obviously, he wasn't finished with tasting Heero. "Why do you like my dick so much?" He asked teasingly. "Do you have to ask?" "Can I have it back?" "It's not yours to have back. It became mine the instant you put it in me." Heero chuckled and attempted to pull away, but Trowa wouldn't allow it. "You're serious." "Mhmm." "You're going to make me hard again." "That's the point." "I gotta work in the morning." "You only need five hours of sleep. . .you'll be fine." "No more naps for you." Heero tried to pull away again, but Trowa bit as hard as he could in the middle of Heero's length. The Japanese man weaken at the blow. "Dirty bitch." Trowa bit harder, drawing blood. "Okay. All right. You can have it. Shit. . . .I know not to cum on you like that again." At that instant, the phone began ringing. Heero looked toward the night stand where the cordless charged in its cradle. It wasn't unusual for a disgruntled neighbor to call and complain about being woke up in the middle of the night. Not wanting to really hear it, nor believing he could wrestle himself from Trowa right now, Heero made no effort in answering. When the machine kicked on, he was a little surprised to hear silence for a split second before a woman's voice entered the room. It was a soft and soothing tone, as if nearly whispering. Hush little baby, don't say a word. "Oh shit." Heero breathed, then looked down at Trowa to find that his lover finally released his pride and was staring a little confusedly at Heero. "What the hell is that?" And if that mocking bird won't sing. Angered, Heero pushed to his feet and pressed the button that would end the singing. He didn't turn to face Trowa. This was going a little too far.
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