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"Secret Lover"Written By: Emerald Pillow Pairings: ?x3 Warnings: yoai, lemon, metal rape Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, but you can
try to sue me, but all you'll get is a cat with a half mask like Trowa
(But, her name is Duo...) Comments: Just something I wrote at five in the
morning one day. . . Rating: NC 17 Secret Lover Trowa closed his eyes as he pushed himself against the rock hard sex driving into him. A arm snaked around his waist and began pulling him harshly on the invasion. A loud moan of pleasure could be heard behind him. A product that his partner was enjoying this as much as he was. Overwhelmed with pleasure, he leaned back against his companion's chest. He could feel the lustful lips tasting the flesh of his neck, shoulders, and back. Suddenly, he grasped his own aching arousal and began pumping himself in time to the thrust. No one had ever made him feel like this before. The cock inside massaged him like he never had been. Despite the fact that he was usually a silent lover, moans of pure bliss escaped their stone walled prison. The sound only encouraged the pace of both his hand and the manhood pleasing him. The invasions became faster and more urgent. Trowa threw his head against the shoulder behind him. His moans churned with that of his invader, becoming one and slicing through the dimly lit room. No one would ever have to know. The actions taking place now would remain with them. This would be the last time. Trowa told himself that over and over again, but every time that special spot was hit, he knew he was lying to himself. There will be more. He knew there would be. He wanted there to be more. Without warning, he released into his own hand. The sticky substance seeped over and onto the thigh below him. With his own release accomplished, the body under his worked harder to do the same. His entire body lurched with the effort, and both sets of moans reached their peak. Finally, the warm seed shot into him and planted itself somewhere deep inside. The body below his collapsed in pleasure. Instead of following him, Trowa rolled off him and laid on his side, his back faced the source of his enjoyment. Guilt conquered him. He couldn't understand why he kept coming back. He knew what he was doing was wrong. He couldn't stop. He wouldn't stop. He was addicted, and to the wrong person. Presently, he felt his lover's body press against his own. Felt the sweet torturous lips caress his shoulders. The gentle hand tracing his body from shoulder to his backside. He knew what the other wanted, but was afraid to comply. "Trowa, why are you resisting me?" He asked softly and his hand slid forward to the limp manhood. "Don't do this." Trowa pleaded, but made no effort to stop the hand from grasping him tightly. "Why?" The voice hovering over his ear was filled with lust. Enough to cause the Latin to harden again. "Don't I please you any more?" He began lightly kissing Trowa's ear while his hand worked to revive his erection. This wasn't fair. Trowa no longer had control over his own body, he never did as long as the person behind him was around. His erection grew with every pump. "This isn't right." Trowa whispered more to himself than his lover. "Why isn't it?" The question didn't want an answer as Trowa felt his leg be slightly lifted. An instant later, the arousal that was once inside him was replaced. "This isn't right?" He asked as he began to pound himself into the haven. Trowa's answer was his pushing against the body beside him. "Your body disagrees with your words." He taunted and increased his pace. At the same time, he grabbed the reborn erection and began pumping violently. Trowa closed his eyes and tried to force himself to stop reacting. But he couldn't. It was like this every time. He knew where and how to touch the Latin to make him hard again. They would end up having sex at least three times throughout the night before either of them was truly satisfied. "Do you really want me to stop Trowa?" He asked seductively and Trowa remained silent. "Tell me, or I will stop. You don't want that do you?" "No." Trowa whispered. "No. . . .what?" "Don't stop. Please don't stop." At the request, he pulled himself out and laid Trowa on his back. He repositioned himself between the parted legs and entered. Trowa closed his eyes tightly and focused on the sensations flooding him. He wrapped his legs around the working hips and aided with the thrust. At the same instant, his manhood was gripped and pumped as violently as before. Being stroked inside and out was too much as his moans once again filled the room. He had never moaned before, that was until they had sex for the first time. He was the only one that could ever make them surface. ******* Trowa was the last one down to breakfast that morning. After last night, he had a hard time waking up. His lover had zapped a lot of his energy with their late night antics. As the Latin stepped into the kitchen, he was greeted by familiar laughter. He didn't need to look up to know it was Duo. The braided American always seemed to have a hidden joke. "Morning Trowa." He chirped as happily as ever from his perch on Heero's lap. At the greeting, everyone else turned and each said good morning in their own way. Quatre, polite and friendly. Heero a grunt and Wu Fei a nod. Trowa said nothing as he walked over to the counter and pulled a bowl from the cabinet. As he did, he caught the reflection of Heero and Duo in the toaster. They both seemed so happy sitting together. They appeared completely natural as if they were made for each other. Trowa couldn't help but wonder if the truth of last night's events would ever come out in the open. Something told him that it wouldn't anytime soon. By the look of that morning's scene, his secret lover's partner seemed completely clue less. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
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