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"Out of the Blue"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: Gundam Wing does not belong to me.
Technically. Untechnically…*grin* I’ll give them back when
I’m through playing with them. In the not-to-foreseeable future.
Maybe. Pairings: 1x3, 4x5, 2xH Warnings: Lemon, action, twisted and dry humor,
EWWT (Eternal Waltz, what’s that?) some Relena bashing (sorry,
she’s just easy to pick on!) Rating: NC-15 or NC-17 Author’s Notes: Nyx actually can be blamed
for this. She emailed me, requesting that I write a 1x3. So here it
is. *huggles* Thanks for pouncing on me! I wanted this idea out and
done with. It was beginning to bug me. Summary: Heero calls Trowa in for help in order to protect the Gundams, but keeping the Gundams out of dangerous hands isn't the only thing on his agenda. "Out of the Blue " Epilogue
He licked where he had bitten, his mouth traveling southwards by slow degrees. I turned my head, nibbling on the nearest piece of skin that I could reach, which happened to be the sensitive skin right inside his elbow. He shifted his hips restlessly against mine as my teeth worked over his skin, but he didn’t speed up his own torture or touch me where I needed it most. The rough side of his tongue rasped against my nipple before he bit me softly. I twisted into his hold, trying to do the impossible and get closer. His hold on my hands and the weight he had on my upper thighs held me firmly to the bed. My breath sobbed in my throat in helpless frustration. He nuzzled me briefly before traveling to the other side and repeating the entire procedure all over again. “Heero—” He hummed around my skin and I almost climaxed as the vibration went straight to my cock. I needed relief so desperately that I wriggled free of his weight and pressed against his thigh like a cat in heat. He lifted his head and grinned at me, pressing back against me. “Impatient.” I was too far gone to care that he was pleased he had pushed me to this point. The friction of skin against skin was all that mattered in that moment. I did care when he shifted and moved his thigh out of range. I tried to shift as well, wanting any contact that would give me what I wanted. A hand caught my thigh before I could, then traveled to my straining cock. I almost cried out in relief when he finally touched me. But it was a frustrating touch. He played his fingers around my length like one would twirl a lock of hair. Hissing between my teeth, I caught his hand and closed his fingers more firmly around me. “This?” He murmured, giving me a satisfying pump. “*Yesss*.” My balls started to tighten, drawing up closer to my body when he abruptly stopped and flipped me onto my stomach. WHAT THE HELL DID HE THINK HE WAS DOING?! I struggled up onto my elbows and looked over my shoulder— His knees kicked my legs to either side. Fingers gripped my cheeks and spread them wide. Oh merciful god, is he going to do—hot breath fell against my entrance—oh god he is—then something hot and wet rimmed me lightly. My elbows collapsed and I buried my face into a pillow, gasping and shaking as he thrust his tongue into me in a primal rhythm. My fingers dug into the sheets for purchase as he thrust in and out, a finger added in to brush against my sweet spot. “Heero—” Damn but this felt…nh. Again. “Do it again. Yesss—ah. Ngh. I can’t…can’t…have to stop…” He shifted above me, moving away and putting his hips against mine. I almost whimpered at the loss, but I knew what would replace that tongue and finger and I wanted that much *much* more. I was stretched and slick from being rimmed, enough at least to where his entrance didn’t hurt. It wouldn’t have mattered if it had hurt. I pushed back against him roughly as he entered in. His whole length brushed against my prostrate hard as he slid in, and my back arched, eyes sliding shut in bliss. He slid out again almost to the tip— Dammit, Yuy, if you don’t stop teasing me— --and came back in hard. A hoarse scream tore free from my throat, legs shaking to hold me up. Then he did it again. And again. I thrust back against him, the rough slip-slapping sound of flesh hitting flesh sounding counterpoint to our groans of pleasure. His mouth fastened onto my neck, a signal I recognized—NGH! His thrusts were hard enough now to move the bed to hit against the wall. I lifted my hands up to the headboard and locked them tight, bracing against the weight hitting me with so much force. Then one of those thrusts hit my sweet spot at exactly the right angle and I shattered. Dimly I felt the rush of my semen releasing from my body and hitting the sheets under me. A rushing void took over my ears, and darkness ate at the edge of my vision. Vaguely I was aware of a pair of arms catching me around the shoulders as Heero continued to move into me. Then he buried himself in tight, panting out his climax against my shoulder blades. When time started working properly again, I was laying on my side with Heero spooned up against my back. His arm was limp over my waist, breath hot on my skin. With a yawn I snuggled back against him. A catnap sounded divine right no— *beep-beep* Argh. The alarm I had set on the cell phone. Which meant that I had to get up. *beep-beep* Heero stirred at my back and reached over me. I prudently snatched the cell phone before he could reach it and turned it off. Heero and alarms have a rather bad history, and I didn’t want my cell phone snatched. He eyed it in annoyance. “Quatre can tell us what happened.” I really wasn’t in the mood to go to Relena’s meeting either. My cell rang before I could come up with a reply. With a sigh I flipped it open. “Yes?” //Trowa, where are you?// Quatre definitely has rotten timing. Damn it. “I’ll be there in five minutes.” //Your kind of five minutes or my kind?// “Yours.” //Fine. And Trowa…// “What?” //I *will* come after you if you don’t show up.// *click* Grrr. Wufei needs to do a better job of keeping Quatre distracted. + Quatre raised an eloquent eyebrow at me and looked pointedly at his watch. “Sixteen minutes and counting.” In turn, I looked pointedly at Heero. He, in turn, glared at Quatre. “We’re here. Make this short.” Relena cleared her throat to get our attention. Or maybe it was to cover up her laughter. In the three months since Heero and I had become lovers, she had become accepting of the relationship. All of us counted her as a good friend now. I was interested to see that Noin and Sally were sitting next to her at the table. She waited until we had taken our seats at the round conference table before beginning. “Gentlemen, I’m afraid that I have grave news.” Everyone tensed. Relena’s expression became somber. “War has been declared.” “On whom?” Quatre demanded. Raising her hand, she shot him dead between the eyes with a squirt gun. “On you.” Before we could properly react Noin and Sally lifted Super Soaker 5000’s and blasted us. War instincts kicked in and we dove for any available cover. I wound up sharing an overturned banquet table with Wufei. “It’s unfair to declare war on unarmed opponents!” Quatre protested. “You know,” Relena noted conversationally, “he *does* have a point there.” “Nah. They’re the almighty Gundam Pilots. They’ll figure a way out of this.” Noin predicted in a reasonable tone, then blasted Heero when he tried to shift positions. I could see Quatre from where I sat, and saw that he was whispering hurriedly to Duo. Duo nodded once, a familiar maniacal gleam in his eye. They counted to three, then Duo sprang for the girls with a war cry while Quatre sprang for the light switch. I heard Duo’s indignant yelp at getting sprayed in the darkness, but honestly I was too busy sprinting for the door to pay a lot of attention. Zechs was outside the room and waved us over. In his arms were six loaded super soakers, two different pouches, and a water bucket was sitting at his feet. Heero snatched a gun and turned to cover us as we quickly armed ourselves. “What’s in the pouches?” Duo demanded, slinging one of the super soakers over his shoulder. I checked the level of water in my tank and was pleased to find it filled to the brim. “Water balloons.” Zechs grinned. “Gimme.” “How did you know?” I asked, curious. “I saw Pagan bring them in, so I eavesdropped on Relena as she was making the vidphone calls. You should know that Une was also warned and is probably armed.” “Hn.” Heero, I think, was beginning to enjoy this. “So it’s guys against girls.” Quatre murmured thoughtfully. “*Excellent*.” I shifted to stand next to Heero, water pistol in the waistband of my jeans, super soaker in hand. The girls appeared at this moment, retreating to a safer position with shields. In fact, those shields rather reminded me of some of the archaic displays in the formal study downstairs… “Heero. We need to find a secure position. This is NOT a war that I plan on losing.” Heero returned my determined nod, but he was grinning evilly. “Ninmu Ryoukai.” “Uh-oh.” Duo moaned theatrically. “Heero’s on a mission.” “Yeah.” I grinned back at him. “Too bad for them.” “Quatre?” Wufei looked expectantly at the blond, who was currently armed to the teeth. “As our tactical leader, do you have a strategy to suggest?” “Yup.” He beamed at his lover and pointed down the hallway where the girls had disappeared. “Let’s get ‘em.” Duo did an Indian war cry and took off, laughing wildly,
five pilots at his heels. OWARI. Honor: Finished! Hahahahahahah! Oh, and a note to Courtney.
Sweetheart, I did my best, but three page lemons is as far as I can
push it. I barely GET lemons, much less the ability to extend them.
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