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"Possession"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: EVERYTHING BELONGS TO ME!!!!...except,
I have to admit, Gundam Wing. Which completely sucks. Pairings: 3x5, 2x4 (mentioned) Warnings: language, TWT, lemon, violence, angst,
romance, sap, switching POVs Spoilers: nada Rating:NC-15 Archived: www.foratwistoflemon.com and Gundam
Wing Diaries Betas: Velvet and Lucy Author’s notes: //com or vidphone// /thought/ *emphasized* "Possession " Epilogue Do not draw back or panic at war’s threats; the rage and anger of the Gods are done.Virgil, The Aeneid, Book VIII
“Yes,” I admitted darkly. Trowa let out a sigh. “I was afraid of that.” “How did you know about it?” With an arm around his waist I started leading him toward the lone cabin set in the mountains. It was nearly midnight, so it was rather hard to see but we managed not to trip and land on our faces. “I was waiting for a search patrol to pass me and decided to catch the local news. Am I really that thin?” I laughed at him, grateful for his sense of dry humor that was taking the bite out of that dark memory when I thought him dead and lost to me. “Yes.” He mock-sighed. “Maybe I should start working out.” “You’d never fit in your Gundam if you gained more weight,” I pointed out wryly. “…point.” “Besides, I don’t want a Sumo wrestler for a lover.” + Wufei’s hold around my waist was a little clingy, almost desperate and his eyes kept going to me every other second or so as if he were trying to verify that I was really still there with him. Damn. What Kushrenada had done had really shaken him up. I hoped that whatever revenge my dragon had visited on him was severe enough for my tastes, otherwise I was going to have to go hunt the man down and make a eunuch out of him. As soon as we were inside the cabin I caught him close to me and started to press kisses against his hair, temples, cheeks, eyelids, anything I could reach. “I’m still here, love. I’m still here.” Wufei shook in my arms, twining a hand in my hair and guiding me to his lips. Our mouths mated with fervent hunger, Wufei’s tongue searching my mouth as if he were learning how I tasted and felt all over again. I tightened my arms around him, angling my head and groaning when he rubbed his hips against mine. He finally broke the kiss, panting and staring up at me with eyes so dark with need and desire they nearly consumed his face. “In me. Now.” I couldn’t help but blink a little in surprise. For Wufei, being seme was a matter of control and he had rarely allowed me to take him. It didn’t bother me which way we made love, which meant I was usually uke. “’Fei—” “Please,” he whispered against my mouth, eyes locked with mine. “I need to be surrounded by you, in every way possible. I need to prove to myself that you’re real.” Scratch what I thought earlier. No matter what Wufei had done, I was still going to make Kushrenada a eunuch. There wasn’t much that could scare my dragon, but losing someone or something could shake him to his very core. And that red-headed bastard had managed to do it beautifully. I bent and lifted Wufei into my arms, carrying him down the short hallway to the master bedroom. It spoke volumes that Wufei didn’t utter a word of protest, just put his arms around me and let his head rest against the side of my neck. The king-sized bed was turned down invitingly. I climbed onto it, settling over Wufei and kissing him with gentle thoroughness. Our hands fell to each other’s clothing, removing everything hastily until skin met skin. His mouth attacked the right side of my neck as I stroked his chest, slowly tracing my way down to his erection. He was already hard and hot, pulsing in my hand, growling when I touched him lightly. He wouldn’t last long, but neither would I. I felt the need to touch my lover and prove to him that I was alive, to help him find his center again. I looked into his eyes as I gently started to stretch him with two fingers. Both of his hands gripped my shoulders, legs spread wide to allow me access. By degrees those eyes slipped close and he arched into my fingers. I bent them a little, searching— “Ahh!” Wufei’s head jerked back, hands spasming. Grinning a little, a third finger was added to the other two. Lowering my head to his ear I repeated the vow I had made to him the first time we had made love, when we’d become lovers. “I love you. I always will. I will do everything possible to stay with you, sacrifice anything I must to have just one more day with you.” Tears were leaking out of the corners of his eyes. “I cursed you when I thought you had died…Trowa, I can’t survive you. I won’t make it without you.” “Neither can I.” I removed my fingers and shifted, pressing into him. He lifted his legs so that he could press up and into me, then shifted one of his hands away from my shoulder so that he could tangle it with one of mine. Our clasped hands fell above his head as I slowly moved out, then in. The pleasure was so acute it almost border-lined on pain. Wufei was flushed, eyes almost screwed shut and gulping in air harshly. With every thrust, he moved to match me, groaning whenever I brushed up hard against his prostrate. Our skin was slick with sweat, air hot in my lungs. In tandem the easy pace was picked up to something harder, faster, more urgent until the bed slammed against the wall. My muscles were starting to scream from the repeated movement, aching with the exertion I was putting into each thrust, but I couldn’t stop. Molten liquid was between my legs, growing hotter and tingling like an electric current with each thrust into my lover’s hot, tight passage. His back arched, a guttural cry of completion filling the room. His body clamped down around me, and I went over the edge, shuddering hard and crying out as I came, harder than I’ve ever remembered doing so. When sanity came back, and my mind could focus on something more challenging than breathing, I realized that Wufei was holding me close to him, idly stroking the base of my spine with gentle fingertips. As usual, I arched into that touch, practically purring. [I’d] gained a whole new understanding about why cats like to be petted recently. Being stroked like that felt damn good. We’d passed the point where we needed to say anything to each other. Everything that had been needed to be spoken was said. I lifted my head long enough to press a kiss against his temple, then snuggled back into his arms with a sigh of bliss. He squeezed back, smiling against my hair. For now, this was all that we needed. ~*~*~*~ OWARI. Honor: Okay, how does this work? Two days for the story,
three days just for the lemon…there’s something seriously
screwed up about this.
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