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"Bedayat Jadeda"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Threesome - M/M/M, Drama, Angst, Humor,
Fluff, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Oral Sex, D/s, Kinks, Daddy
Kink, Dirty Talk, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Orgasm Delay,
Top/Bottom Dynamics, Rough Sex, Feminization, consensual restraint,
Disability, Porn With Plot Pairings: 2x5x4 and many variations of. Summary: Sequel to Heartbreak Café. Quatre tries to settle into his new relationship with Duo and Wufei, learning the dynamics of polyamory while still trying to overcome the demons of his past. Duo and Wufei are determined to heal his pain and make him realize that he is worthy of everlasting love. Bedayat Jadeda, translated from Arabic to 'New Beginnings'.
" Bedayat Jadeda" Afterglow
Quatre
grinned like a man who'd just scored the winning ticket for California's
one billion dollar Powerball Jackpot as he lounged on his back between
his lovers and watched cigarette smoke drift lazily above him. It
seemed almost suspended in time, curling within the sunbeams that
cast yellow rays of light through the bedroom window. Lovemaking, he'd quickly discovered, was something both of his lovers took very seriously. They fucked like their lives depended on it, like it was the last chance they were ever going to have. It was something they took extensive pride in and for that, Quatre thanked his lucky stars for being the one to reap the benefits. "Gimme that," he said, plucking the cigarette from Duo's fingers. He took a hit, sucking the menthol-flavored smoke into his lungs and holding it there before blowing it upwards where it caught in the sunlight which gave it a bluish tinge. His head spun a little from the rush of nicotine and he huffed out a soft laugh, handing the smoke back to Duo. "Thanks." "Was that your first hit off a fag?" "Yes." He coughed a little and snickered. "My head feels all funny now." He reached up and drew a circle in the haze of smoke suspended above his head, watching with fascination as it swirled chaotically around his hand. "Mmm...physics."
Duo
snorted and turned to put the cigarette out in the plastic dish that
Quatre sacrificed for an ashtray. "Indeed." He turned back
around and his arm joined Wufei's, resting together across his belly.
"Was that good enough for you?" He chuckled and tapped his lover's nose. "No, I'm not pulling your leg. You were both wonderful." "Not as wonderful as you." "Stop it." "I'm serious, Quat. Damn, you got an ass that won't quit. Perfect for fucking." Duo's fingers wedged beneath his hip and pinched as much of the flesh as he could reach. "You've always had a fabulous ass." "I didn't really have much of one until recently. Then I lost it for a while after the accident. Luckily all the calories from those lattes like to congregate down there. Of course, Maddie's monster cookies don't hurt either." "Remind me to thank Maddie for getting your badunkadunk back in shape," Duo quipped with a playful wink. "Badunkadunk," he snorted. "Just let me know if it gets too big." "That would be the opposite of a problem. Can't never have too much junk in the trunk." "Can't never? That doesn't make any sense. Anyway, I'm pretty sure I can. I'm not as active as I was before. I've limited myself to one latte a day now. My metabolism isn't what it used to be." "You're preaching to the choir, baby," Duo said, pinching the flesh at his waist. "If I ain't careful, these love handles are going to turn into a spare tire." "That's just skin, Duo, god. I'd hardly call those love handles." "Unlike Mister Boiled Chicken, Fish, and Veggies over there," Duo said with a nudge of his chin. "Boy don't have an ounce of fat on ‘im." "Bring him around to the cafe more often. We can fix that." Duo snickered and leaned down to kiss him. "I like the way you think. Why are we so vain anyway?" "We're gay men. We're supposed to be that way." "Isn't that a little stereotypical?" He shrugged. "Stereotypes always have an element of truth to them, or so I've been told. Besides, nothing wrong with taking care of ourselves." Duo smiled down at him. "Or each other." Quatre beamed and stroked a finger down his lover's cheek. "I do hope you know this goes both ways. I know you want to take care of me, but I want to take care of you, too." "We take care of each other," Duo agreed, tucking a lock of hair behind Quatre's ear. "I'm going to enjoy spending the rest of my life taking care of you." His face warmed at the confession and if his heart hadn't already been a puddle of goo, it was now. In all honesty, he hadn't seen much of Duo's tender side during the war. He knew it was there. He could feel it when Duo was in close proximity, but there really hadn't been much time, or opportunity for such things. During the war, Duo had been an eccentric mix of feral aggression, wild antics, and witty sarcasm. Occasionally, Quatre saw his serious side and at one point when they stayed together in between missions, they'd engaged in deep discussion about the meaning of life and the necessity of war, much to his pleasant surprise. He fondly remembered staying up long after the Maguanacs had gone to sleep, lying on the roof of that rickety old inn that was nestled deep inside a tiny Saharan Desert town and watching the constellations make their way across the sky until they disappeared beyond the horizon. Aside from the poles, there was no better place on Earth to stargaze than the desert. Without atmospheric pollution from humidity and technology to obstruct the view, the result was a sky so bright and clear with twinkling stars, it seemed as if you could reach up and touch them. While the desert got quite hot during the day, it did not retain that heat once the sun set in the west and this was typically not good for Quatre who often froze his balls off in anything below eighty degrees. That night, he'd lucked out as the extra blankets, coupled with Duo's body heat, effortlessly chased the chill in the air away. He remembered feeling warm and safe with his head pillowed on Duo's arm and his body tucked close against the other boy's side. At the time, he'd already begun falling for Trowa and it was so bizarre to think back on that night twelve years ago and realize how terribly young and naive he'd been about the world around him. How naive he'd been about the young man whom he would begin a serious relationship with only a year and a half later.
Those
first few years, he'd felt invincible, as if nothing bad could ever
touch him as long as Trowa was by his side. But not even the elation
of being in love and on top of the world could stop that little voice
which whispered in the back of his mind that nothing lasted forever.
The little voice he'd ignored for so long that told him it was all
too good to be true. He was just grateful to have Adila in his life. Sweet, sassy, and confident Addie who told it like it was and didn't give a rat's ass what you thought about it. Addie did not subscribe to false proclivities, or empty words and gestures. She was blunt and often brutally honest and where he came from, that was rare and refreshing. He never had to worry about his sister telling him what he wanted to hear. She told him what he needed to hear and that was usually followed up with a, "Now chin up, bucko. That fire under your ass ain't gonna light itself." It was the Addie-approved version of a pep talk and Quatre couldn't deny its effectiveness. "You alright, baby?" "Hmm? Oh...yeah, I'm fine." Duo stared down at him with those big, blue eyes of his, always so open and expressive, and a lump formed in Quatre's throat as he saw the affection, the adoration that he'd all but given up hope to ever be a recipient of again. Tears stung his own and he blinked them away too late, smiling instead to cover up the surge of emotion. "What's wrong?" "Nothing," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Ignore me. I'm being silly." "Talk to me, baby. Don't bottle it up, okay?" Duo stroked his cheek and the touch was so achingly tender, it brought the tears back and this time there was no way Quatre could hold them back. It felt like a dam had burst somewhere inside him, a levy collapsed by the power of storm surge. "Quat, talk to me. I don't ever want to make you cry." "You're not," he blubbered. Duo pulled him against his chest and he curled into him, absorbing the comfort and protection. "I'm just...I don't know why I'm crying. I'm - I'm happy, but I'm...I don't know." He felt the press of Duo's lips against his head and listened to the gentle shushes and murmurs, allowing them to soothe chaos of his mind. "Overwhelmed is my guess." He sniffled and lifted a hand to wipe his nose. "Maybe." "You spaced out for a while there. I said your name three times before you finally seemed to snap out of it." "I'm...I'm sorry. I was - can you hand me a tissue, please? Thank you." He took the box from his lover's hand and tugged two out to blow his nose. Duo pulled another one and used it to dry the tears from his cheeks. He took a few deep breaths to get himself under control and tried again. "I was thinking about that night back in Egypt," he said in a voice that was stuffy with congestion. "During the war?" "Yeah." He nodded and reached over his lover to put the used tissue on the night table to be disposed of later. "I don't know why I remember that night so clearly, but I do. It stands out in my memories." "Must mean a lot to you," Duo told him as he pulled him back into his arms. He went willingly and snuggled against the other man's chest, inhaling the intoxicating scent of sweat, tobacco, and aftershave. "It does. I felt so warm and safe. Just like I do now." "I'm glad because that's all I've ever wanted to make you feel." "That's all, huh?" He smirked and then yelped as a hand swatted his bare ass in reprimand. "You know what I mean, you brat." In that moment, there was an epiphany. The realization struck him like a bolt of lightning and stole his breath away as if all the air in the room had been sucked out in a vacuum. What had been right in front of him all along and he'd never even seen it. He tilted his head up and stared into his lover's beautiful eyes as clarity bitch-slapped him across the face. "Duo...oh my god. You - you felt it then, didn't you? Why didn't you ever say anything?" Duo's smile was touched with sadness and it broke his heart to see it, but he refused to look away no matter how much it hurt. How long had the other man been pining for him? How long had he nursed those feelings only to see the one he loved end up with someone else? "I fell in love with you the first time I laid eyes on you," he confessed as he reached up and stroked his thumb over Quatre's cheek. "But I already knew by then it was too late. Your heart already belonged to someone else." "Oh...Duo -" "For years, I cursed my terrible luck," he added with a bitter chuckle. "That Trowa got to you first. If only I'd been around just a week earlier, maybe things would have been different." Quatre dropped his head as his cheeks flushed with shame. "I am so so sorry, Duo. I had no idea. I feel so stupid." "Baby, don't blame yourself." "Why not?" "You can't control who you fall in love with any more than anyone else. I don't blame you. You didn't do anything wrong." "Then why do I feel lower than dog shit?" "Quat." Duo's fingers slipped beneath his chin and lifted his head up until they were looking eye to eye. "There's nothing to be ashamed of, or embarrassed about. I didn't say anything because I respected you and I was happy that you had found love. And...as terrible as it makes me sound, as much as I wanted, want to castrate Trowa for what he did to you, I won't lie. I'm happy he did what he did, not because you were hurt, but because it brought you to me. To us." Despite the slight sting of that statement, he grinned and said, "You're quite the romantic when you want to be, you know that?" "Only for a select few people." "Few? Who else is deserving of such adoration?" "Well, only two people now. I've always felt that way about you, but for a while I thought me and Hilde were gonna work out." "Oh, that's right. You two got together after the Eve War. What happened?" Duo shrugged a remarkably muscular shoulder. "Life, I guess. Me, probably. I loved her and all, but she just couldn't give me what I needed and I was miserable and making her miserable by being miserable. When she finally left me, I gave her my blessing and an apology." "How did you and Wufei get together?" "Ha! That's...that's a long, sad story that starts with me going on a four month bender and ends up with me fucking him in the backseat my rental car while I was drunk as a skunk." "How on Earth did that happen?" "He found me crying into my drink at some nightclub in Shanghai that I can't even remember the name of and offered to take me back to my motel room before I either drank myself to death, or pitched my car off a bridge, or something. It was raining by the time we pulled into the parking lot and instead of getting out, we sat there for a while and then we got to talking." "I asked him what the hell a straight-laced, stick-in-the-mud like him was doing at such an obscure little hole in the wall that, might I add, was also embedded deep within Shanghai's gay district. After he glared daggers at me for about ten minutes, he finally broke down and said he was desperate to get laid." "Of course, I was too lit at the time to put two and two together so I thought he was looking for a chick to bang. When I asked him if he got lost, or something, he snapped and told me he was looking for a dude." "Oh, wow. That must have been a surprise." "You're tellin' me. I'm pretty sure I pissed him off because I started laughing because - well, of course I did. This was Fei. Mister Ramrod Straight, wait-until-marriage-to-do-the-dirty Fei. Hell, I thought he was still a virgin, or at least the missionary position, do-it-with-the-lights-off kind of guy. Imagine my shock when I found out he wasn't only not a virgin, but he was also doin' dudes pretty much on the regular." "That's just so hard to imagine," Quatre said, though he wasn't sure why it would be. The fact that said man was lying naked behind him should have been enough to buffer the revelation. "Next thing I know, we're crawling into the backseat and he's giving me a rubber and some lube." Quatre snickered and then buried his face in Duo's chest to muffle his laughter. The idea of Wufei carrying around condoms and lube in his pocket in the hopes of getting lucky was just too wild. In what universe was that even possible? "I'm sorry. Sorry, that just struck me funny. Please, continue." "Your laughter is understandable, baby," Duo assured him with a soft chuckle as he reached for his pack of cigarettes. "I wouldn't have believed it myself if I didn't wake up the next morning with him drooling on my chest in that motel bed." "And that was the beginning of a beautiful relationship," Quatre guessed with a smile. "Mmm...not quite. Not at first." Duo lit a smoke and rolled onto his back, though he kept his left arm curled around the blond. "We didn't actually commit right away. That didn't happen until a few months later and we had a few bumps in the road during and after." "I'm sorry." Quatre wrapped his arm around him and rested his head on his shoulder. "But obviously you worked it out, so that's good." "Yeah, well. Our personalities clashed a lot in the beginning and there was the issue that both of us prefer to top. Not that we won't offer up the goods to each other on occasion, but we knew there was something missing." "You said you've had others in your relationship before, right?" "Yeah, but none of them worked out. They were either too demanding of one of us, or they tried to manipulate us. Play us against each other. Three person relationships are great for a lot of people at first, but sometimes they're not prepared for what all that entails in the long run. A few of them decided after a while that they only wanted one of us and tried to push the other out of the relationship and that's something that is never gonna happen. Fei and I are committed to each other. We love each other and we want to be together. Nobody is gonna come between that." "I don't blame you," Quatre told him. "You two came together during a difficult time and despite the obstacles you had, you stuck it out and stayed together. It wouldn't be right for anyone to ruin that." Duo smiled at him and leaned over to kiss his forehead. "I knew you would understand. That's what I love about you. Well, one of the things I love about you." "I'll admit I don't know much about polyamorous relationships. I've never been in one before." "Don't worry your pretty head, baby. It's not like you need to take a crash course, or anything. Basically it just means that we all add our own individual ingredients to the pot. The love is, and should be, equal as well as the attention we give each other. No one should feel as though they're being left out." "Like a casserole," he said and grinned when Duo laughed. "Yeah, exactly. Or Maddie's monster cookies. Little bit of everything." "I like that." "The only question is, do you think you can handle us? We like to dote and we can get pretty...oh, what's the word. Overwhelming? At least that's what a few of our ex-lovers said. We basically work as a team so it can get hot and heavy." Quatre gave him a sly smile. "That sounds like the opposite of a problem. If it's anything like tonight, I'm pretty sure I can tough it out." "I was really hoping you'd say that." "Don't worry about me, Duo. I was right there in the thick of battle with both of you. There isn't much I can't handle." "True," Duo agreed, brushing Quatre's bangs away from his face. "You've always been one of the strongest people I've ever known. How are your legs, by the way? We didn't jar them too much did we?" "No, they're fine. Tired from being on my feet most of the day, not from anything you did." "Good. Well, just let us know if we do, though, okay? The last thing we want to do is cause any injuries." "I will, but I don't think you need to worry too much about that. The hard part is going to be explaining these marks on my neck tomorrow." Duo huffed out a breathy laugh. "Ah, sorry about that. I'm kind of a biter." He chuckled and kissed a deliciously curved pectoral. "I can tell. I'm not complaining." "Liked that, huh?" He swung a leg over his lover's hip and leaned up to nip at his mouth. "I loved everything you did to me," he whispered, cock stirring at the hitch in Duo's breath. He felt bold, sexy in ways he'd never been before. Desired and god had he missed that. "The way you put me in my place and showed me who's in charge...the way you felt, so hot and big inside me..." He licked across the other man's bottom lip and added, "You took me places I never knew existed and I hope you'll be willing to show me many more." "Fuck, baby," Duo rasped, pulling the blond on top of him. Quatre felt the hard press of his cock pushing up against the crack of his ass and smothered his groan into his lover's neck. "You got me hard again. I wanna fuck you so bad." He lifted his head high enough to see Duo's face and observed the dilation of his pupils, pulsing with the beat of his heart. His own body responded in turn and he rubbed his hardening cock against the other man's belly. "We might wake Wufei." "He sleeps like the dead," Duo assured him. "We'd have to light a bottle rocket next to his head to wake him up." His hand trailed down the length of Quatre's back and dipped into the crevice between his buttocks to find his opening. "Fuck, you're still nice and wet. I could just slip right in. No prep needed." Any reticence he might have had evaporated in a rush of need to be fucked again. He pressed their foreheads together as his breath picked up to match the increased surge of blood. "Yeah. Yeah, do it. Fuck me. Just like this." The act of bottoming from the top, but not being in control was a long-coveted fantasy of his that was finally coming to fruition and he was certainly not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. The few times that Trowa let him ride his cock, he'd expected Quatre to do all the work. Not that he was opposed to that, but he'd always imagined how hot it would be to get his brains fucked out while sprawled on top of his lover. He mewled against Duo's shoulder and let his legs fall to either side of the other man's hips, surrendering to the wicked promise of divide and conquer. He bit down on a yelp as the hard cock pushed inside and with a gravelly growl that tickled his ear, Duo gripped him by the hips and lifted him up until only the tip was inside. When he pulled Quatre's hips back down, he pushed his own up to meet him halfway and the slap of flesh was loud in the quiet confines of the tiny bedroom. Like before, Quatre eagerly handed over the reigns and allowed Duo to control the speed and force of the thrusts and the depth of penetration. He lay pliant on top of his lover and whimpered his pleasure into the other man's neck, feeling deliciously powerless as Duo held him tight and fucked up into him with frantic urgency. "Fuck, baby. Goddamn, you feel so fuckin' good. Never get tired of fuckin' your sweet ass." Consumed by pleasure, he panted and groaned as his lover's cock pressed hard into his prostate. The rocking of his body and the friction of his cock rubbing against Duo's belly pushed him higher and higher towards the point of no return even though he'd already climaxed less than an hour before. "Oh...fuck...Duo. M'gonna come." "Let it go, love. Let it all go and come for me." His mouth dropped open in a silent scream, eyes rolling back into his head as his cock obeyed the command and splattered white-hot seed between the heated skin of their bodies. Duo fucked him through his orgasm, shoving into him roughly in desperate need of release. Quatre endured the agony of overstimulation until his lover came with a muffled shout, remembering their sleeping partner beside them at the last second. He melted in Duo's embrace as they came down from the high and languished in the sensual feelings of afterglow and the softening of Duo's cock inside him. "Damn, I always knew you were perfect for me. Perfect for us," Duo whispered, still panting from exertion. "Mmm..." he hummed and closed his eyes in bliss as Duo's hand stroked the back of his head. "No regrets?" "Are you kidding? Baby, I've been in love with you for twelve damned years. That hasn't changed and at this point, I don't think it ever will." "I wish I had fallen in love with you first." "The heart wants what it wants and it can never be talked out of anything." "It still hurts, but not as much as it did before." "He was your first love, Quat. You never forget that. Besides, it's rare that first loves last." He smiled. "Yours did." "What can I say? I'm an enigma." Beside them, Wufei stirred, smacked his lips, and mumbled, "Nataku, what's with all the pastels?" Quatre stared at him in surprise as Duo snorted. "He talks in his sleep. He has the weirdest dreams." "I hate Canadian bacon." "I can tell," he told Duo with a snicker. "I hate Canadian bacon, too." "No substitute for the real thing." He nodded and carefully rolled off his lover until he was once again on his back between them both. "Can you hand me my t-shirt? I'm getting sticky." "I'll do better than that and get you a rag. I need somethin' to drink. I'm parched." "What time is it?" Duo paused in the process of sliding his boxers up his legs to glance at the alarm clock. "Almost eight thirty." "Jesus." He slapped a hand over his face. They'd gone at it for nearly three hours. "Time flies when you're having fun, eh?" He smiled and admired the fleshy cheeks of his lover's ass before they disappeared behind the paisley fabric. "I never took you for a boxer guy." "No?" Duo turned and spread his arms out to his sides. "You don't like?" "Oh, no! I don't mind. I just always thought you were a bikini brief kind of man." "Meh." Duo shrugged. "They're okay once in a while, but I don't like having my junk all squished up against me." Quatre nodded in agreement. To put it crudely, there was nothing better than letting everything hang loose. "Chinese checkers," Wufei murmured. "Are not Chinese, you uneducated fool." Quatre glanced over at him and laughed softly. "He's got quite an imagination, doesn't he?" "You ain't seen nothin' yet, baby. You want something to drink?" "I'll have whatever you're having." "No problemo. I'll be right back so don't go anywhere." "I won't," he promised, holding three fingers up in the air. "Scout's honor. I couldn't move even if I wanted to." "Barbeque sauce on rice is disgusting." "Indeed it is, Fei," Duo chuckled as he left the bedroom. Quatre turned onto his side and fondly watched his other lover sleep. Wufei was turned slightly towards him with his black hair mussed and spread around his head like a dark halo. His mouth was opened slightly and twitched every now and then while his eyes fluttered and rolled beneath his lids, chasing things that only he could see. "You're so beautiful and I love you so much," he whispered, winding a silky lock of hair around his finger. "Mmph...Thighmaster..."
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