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"The Pact"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: Smut, Porn With Plot, OT5, Fluff, Mild
Angst, Humor, Fivesome, Angst, Newtypes, Possessive Behavior, Alternate
Universe - Dark, Non-Graphic Violence Pairings: 3x5x2x4x1 Summary: For Polyshipping Day. Quatre has been losing more and more of himself due to the pressures of his occupation, prompting the other four ex-pilots to stage a much-needed, and rather sexy, intervention. AN: Yeah, I don't even know, man. This thing just went its own way and I have no clue where it's going yet. It probably sucks since this my first attempt at writing OT5 and it was a real pain. xD It turned into more of a 1x4, 2x4, 3x4, 5x4 type thing. I wasn’t planning on this going past two parts, but the way it is now leaves it open for a bigger plot to develop and I’m not sure if I should just rewrite the end so that it ends there. I don’t know where the twist at the end came from. Some dark, scary, cobwebbed part of my brain obviously.
"The Pact" Chapter 2: Unexpected Bonds Friday, December 12th, 201, 5:04pm. Colony L4 X1339, Ninth District... Duo rubbed his neck and smiled at the blond who stood in the doorway with his hands on his hips and his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Hey, Quat. Surprise! Happy birthday.” Quatre dubiously eyed the braided man and nodded curtly. “Uh...thanks. Is this a friendly visit, or are you guys in trouble?” Duo actually had the gall to look offended. “What would make you think that?” Quatre stared up at the ceiling and tapped his chin. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it’s because of that time you showed up at my door to ask me for money to pay off a loan shark that was threatening to cut off your thumbs. Or, maybe it was the time you called me begging me to bail you out of jail for operating a motor vehicle on a suspended license as a result of your reckless driving. Or, how about the time -” “Okay, okay. Read ya loud and clear. And no, that’s not why I’m - we’re here.” “Quat,” Trowa stepped forward and braced his hand on the trim around the door. “We’re here because it’s your birthday and we wanted to see you.” Quatre’s wary expression finally faded at the softly spoken confession and adopted one that the other pilots were much more familiar with. He gasped and blushed, the pink of his cheeks fetching on his pixie face. "Oh, gosh! I’m so sorry, you guys. I - don’t know what’s come over me lately.” He offered them an apologetic smile. “I guess I’m just getting too used to people demanding handouts, or asking me to help them out of some sticky situation, or another. I didn’t mean to be rude, or suspicious of you. Forgive me?” Duo smirked and jerked a thumb at the guilty looking blond. “Listen to him apologizin’.” He shook his head and crossed the threshold, taking Quatre into his arms. “There’s nothing to forgive, love. If anything, I should be apologizin’ for putting you through that. I’m sorry if I took advantage.” Quatre paused, a little stunned at Duo’s choice of pet names, but decided to let it slide in the meantime. He balked and wrapped his arms around his friend’s shoulders. “Don’t be silly! You’re my best friend. All of you are. I would do anything for you guys.” Trowa nudged Duo out of the way and swept him into an embrace that not only took him by surprise, but ignited a fire deep within him that could have easily been construed as desire. Even more so when Trowa whispered against his ear, the gesture and emotion in his voice so intimate that it caused a shiver to travel down his spine. “And we would do anything for you, Quat. Anything.” Hearing that and knowing it was true triggered such a visceral reaction in him, he was helpless to stop it even if he wanted to. After being treated like nothing more than an endless well of money, an inanimate object by media and public alike, just hearing that he was more than that from the people who meant the most to him was enough to crumble the tenuous wall he’d built around himself in a desperate attempt to protect what was left of him. A sob bubbled past his lips and he pressed them together to prevent another one from escaping. Trowa’s hand tenderly stroking his hair wasn’t helping and his chin quivered as he caught the soft, gentle expressions of his other three friends. “It’s okay, baby. We’re here. We’ll always be here for you.” Unable to contain the emotions, the pain that had built up after years of being treated as a nonentity, they forced their way out and he buried his face in Trowa’s shoulder, releasing years worth of pent up anger, frustration, sorrow, and loneliness. Behind him and against his sides, he felt the other three men wrap themselves around him as he blubbered into Trowa’s shoulder and soaked his cotton shirt with his tears. “I love you guys so much.” “We love you, too, Quatre,” Wufei murmured against the side of his head. “Never doubt that.” He pulled away and smiled, wiping the tears from his face. “I don’t doubt it. Not for a second. I can feel it, right here.” He tapped his chest, the spot directly over his heart. “I’m so glad you’re all here. I was -” a bitter laugh, “I was just thinking what a shit birthday this was.” Duo placed a hand on his shoulder and ducked down until they were eye to eye. “Is it still a shit birthday?” He smiled and shook his head. “No. This has easily become the best birthday I’ve ever had.” Duo gripped his arm and strode into the apartment like he owned the place, dragging the laughing blond along behind him. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, Q-babe. Let’s get this party started!”
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Friday, December 12th, 201, 7:04pm. Colony L4 X1339, Ninth District... After three vodka sours, Quatre was decidedly tipsy, feeling relaxed and happy for the first time in a long time. The gathering was casual and comfortable with jackets slung over armchairs, shoes and boots piled haphazardly in the corner of the room, and leftover Chinese containers strewn across the coffee table. There was no pressure to put on airs, or feel the need to entertain. Instead, they lounged on the sofa, watching Clint Eastwood clean up yet another one horse town while they cracked cheesy jokes and laughed like hyenas. His friends were, to his surprise, extremely affectionate, even touchy-feely and Quatre found he was in no mood to complain about that. He was rather enjoying the “puppy pile” as Duo called it. It only took twenty minutes and one cocktail before he was surrounded, almost smothered on his couch at the center of a sprawled out, but warm heap of Gundam pilots, so tangled together, he couldn’t tell where one of them ended and another one began. No matter their position, each of them found a way keep at least one hand on him at all times and he loved the various thumbs stroking gently over his arm, leg, hip, and cheek. “Hmmm,” he hummed, feeling wonderfully cozy and content, and smiled as he nuzzled his face into Trowa’s belly. “This is nice.” Duo lifted his head from Quatre’s thigh and glanced up at him. “You sure? You’re not bored?” Quatre gave him an incredulous look. “Are you kidding? This is the best! I don’t have to do anything but just enjoy you guys. You don’t expect me to entertain you, or pretend to be something I’m not. I’m loving this.” Duo nodded and rested his head on Quatre’s thigh again. “Good.” The status quo continued for another fifteen minutes until Quatre felt a hand touch his backside. At first thought, he figured it was a mistake and expected it to move away as soon as the culprit realized what he was touching. It didn’t. Instead, it pressed more firmly against him and he sucked in a sharp breath a moment later when it squeezed his right buttock. “Uh...who’s squeezing my ass?” “Me,” Duo murmured and Quatre was hard-pressed to find any hint of awkwardness, or embarrassment in his voice. “Why?” “Mmm...because you have a luscious, beautiful little bubble butt and I don’t think it gets groped enough.” Quatre decided not to inform him that it got groped plenty of times, but only by people he would rather not be touching it. “Okaaaaaay?” “You want me to stop?” His face and body flushed with heat because he actually didn’t and yet he was still practically pinned down by the other three men and this was pretty awkward. He didn’t know if he should save face and tell him yes, or just let it be and see what happened. Five minutes later, another hand pressed against his groin and he was torn between asking what the hell was going on and just ignoring it. He squirmed, a little uncomfortable when his penis began to perk up from the stimulation and he didn’t know if this was the intention, or if they were playing some cruel joke on him. The only person he’d ever disclosed his sexuality to was Trowa and that was during a shame-filled three o’clock in the morning phone call after the media ran a story about his alleged affair with Relena and claimed they were having relationship problems because he couldn’t “get it up” for her. He’d been so humiliated by the story, not only for his sake, but for Relena’s who also didn’t deserve to be dragged through the dirt like that. He’d been forced to consistently deny the claims because he was constantly asked about it in addition to being offered embarrassingly personal and unsolicited “advice” on how to combat his so-called “erectile dysfunction”. It was awkward for everyone involved and despite not wanting it to put a strain on his friendship with Relena, it inevitably did just that. He’d also been worried about how Heero would react to the rumor and had called him after talking to Trowa, apologizing profusely and swearing on his mother’s grave that there was nothing going on between them. Heero took it well and Quatre realized he should have expected as much. “Quatre, you know I don’t pay attention to tabloid rumors.” “I know, but - I just...I know how you feel about her and I don’t want you to hate me -” “I don’t hate you and I don’t blame you for this. You did nothing wrong. Besides, Relena and I are just friends.” Which surprised him, but he accepted the admission at face value, relieved that Heero believed him and didn’t think any less of him. Still, this...whatever this was, frightened him because he had no idea if he was being hit on or messed with. The other pilots didn’t know about his sexuality unless Trowa had told them. If that was the case, he was going to be deeply hurt because that wasn’t Trowa’s secret to tell. He was pretty sure it was information he could trust the others with, but that was something he’d wanted to tell them himself, on his own terms. But in this way, if they knew, did they know it wasn’t something to tell anyone else? If such deeply personal information could so easily be spread among them, then why not just tell everyone else, too? Now, he couldn’t be sure who knew about it and this was most definitely not the way he wanted to come out. It should have been his choice, his decision, when he was ready. It wasn’t for anyone else to do it for him. The hand on his groin suddenly squeezed and he yelped out a, “No,” squirming his way out from underneath the pile and jumping to his feet. He walked a considerable distance away, using the coffee table as a barrier of sorts. He faced them, breathing hard, his face flushed red with anger and embarrassment. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Is this a joke to you? Am I a joke to you?” He watched their faces shift into expressions of shock as they sat up, their tangled limbs knocking into each other as they tried to right themselves. Trowa was already getting up off the couch, taking a step towards him which prompted Quatre to take two more steps back. “Stay away from me.” “Quatre...what is it? What’s wrong?” “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?” He laughed, though it sounded more like a hoarse croak, harsh and bitter. “Is my sexuality a joke to you? Did you come all the way out here just to humiliate me? Fuck with me? Why would you do this to me?” Betrayal brought tears to his eyes and he blinked them back, not wanting to show his weakness in front of them. “I trusted you guys. More than I ever - more than I ever...” He trailed off and turned away, trying to compose himself. “Quat...what are you talking about? We’re not messing with you.” He looked over his shoulder and up into Trowa’s confused and damn him, his worried face. How dare he act like he cared. “You had no right to do that.” Trowa’s head shook with incomprehension, his face belaying his lack of understanding. “Do what?” Quatre clenched his teeth in fury and spun around, pointing at the equally perplexed men still on the couch. “You told them, didn’t you? You bastard! You told them about me and now I’m just one big joke and you - and you - you decided to come out here, on my birthday, so you could fuck with me. Oh, yeah. Gay people are so funny haha. Fuck you! Fuck all of you! Is this all I am to anyone anymore? A punchline? A laughing stock?” He turned around and stormed towards the hallway, wanting nothing more than to hide beneath his blankets and pretend the world around him didn’t exist. He paused at the threshold and glanced back at them. “Get out. Just get out. Go home. I don’t want to see any of you ever again.” He disappeared, leaving the other four men stunned in the living room. They jumped a moment later when a door slammed closed. Wufei’s mouth opened and closed like a suffocating fish as he glanced around at the others. “What the hell just happened?” Trowa turned slowly, his eyes suspiciously misty. “He thinks I told you.” Duo threw up his hands, exasperated. “What? That’s he’s gay? I thought everyone knew that. It’s...pretty obvious.” Heero shook his head. “That’s not the point. The point is he didn’t know everyone already knew that.” “He thinks I told you guys about his sexuality and that we all came out here to embarrass him about it. He thinks we betrayed him.” Trowa’s expression was so forlorn, so ashamed despite the fact that he hadn’t actually told anyone. “He hates us now.” “Yeah, but...only because he’s misunderstanding the situation!” Duo pointed out, his voice rising with frustration. Trowa looked helpless, throwing his hands up in the air. “So what do we do? He doesn’t want to see us anymore.” His voice cracked on the last word, devastated at the prospect of never seeing Quatre again. Heero’s face was stony with determination as he stood up and walked towards the hallway. “We explain to him that what he thinks isn’t true.” “Yeah, and what if he doesn’t believe us? Would you believe us? How are we going to convince him?” “By doing exactly what we came here to do.” He left the room, leaving the other three shuffling their feet nervously. “This may not be the best idea after all,” Duo admitted. Trowa lifted his chin, his face hardening with resolve. “It’s a chance we have to take. He already doesn’t want to see us. The worst has already happened. We have nothing to lose.” He spun around and left the room without another word, purpose in every step. Duo glanced at Wufei and raised a brow. “Well, I don’t hear any shouting yet. That’s a good sign right?” Wufei’s eyes flashed with something Duo couldn’t quite decipher. They darted towards the dark hallway where their friends had disappeared. “Only one way to find out.” Duo watched him walk out of the room and pressed his lips together, hesitating for only a moment. “Well, it wouldn’t be the first time I got my ass handed to me. Might as well see this through.” When he reached the doorway to the bedroom, he instantly figured out why there was no shouting. It appeared as though Quatre was getting the life kissed out of him. It also appeared as if his anger and protests had flown out the window if the slender arms that curled up around Trowa’s back was any indication. Well, that was easy. He snorted and approached the bed, watching Heero unbutton Quatre’s shirt, pressing tender kisses over each new exposed patch of creamy skin. At the foot of the bed, Wufei had already removed his shirt and was working his trousers down his legs. “Nice to see you started without me,” Duo grumbled, pretending to be put out. “Shove it, Maxwell,” Wufei murmured as he kicked his pants and underwear off and grabbed him by the braid. He tugged on it until their faces were almost flush against each other. Their mouths came together in a heated kiss and Duo groaned as the slick slide of tongues sent sparks of pleasure into his groin. He reached behind Wufei’s head to pull his hair tie loose, dropping it on the floor and threading his fingers through strands of black silk. He cupped the back of Wufei’s head and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss, loving how the other man melted against him. They broke apart when a soft whimper drifted from the direction of the bed and turned towards the source of the sound, their hungry eyes taking in the erotic sight of Trowa lying between pale, skinny legs with his face buried in Quatre’s groin. The blond’s hands trembled as he reached down and grasped Trowa’s head, his fingers tangling in sleek brown hair. His moan was smothered by Heero’s mouth closing over his, but his body shook with pleasure, hips rising off the mattress as Trowa took him deep into his throat. Duo glanced at Wufei and the two shared a smug, mischievous grin. “Looks like Blondie’s been swayed,” Duo quipped and tipped his head towards the bed. “Shall we?” Wufei nodded, his eyes glittering with lustful fire. “Oh, yeah.” Duo stared at the stunning vision that was Wufei’s bare ass as the Shenlong pilot crawled on all fours onto the bed. Heero pulled up and away, leaving Quatre breathless with lips that were red, swollen, and slick. Wufei happily took his friend’s place while Heero climbed off the bed to undress. He slid an arm beneath the blond head and lifted it up, leaning down to nip kisses over plush, quivering lips, and trailing his mouth over a soft, rosy cheek. He sucked the delicate skin of Quatre’s throat, feeling the vibration when his lover moaned and tipped his head back in surrender. He leaned forward and suckled on a tender nipple, watching from the corner of his eye as Trowa worked his lips over the blond’s erection. His eyes were closed, brows drawn low in concentration, but Wufei caught the blissful expression on his face and knew he was enjoying it as much as Quatre was. He glanced up when a shadow crossed in front him and smiled as Duo came to stand beside the bed, his clothing gone, erection bowed up in front of him, rock hard and weeping clear fluid. Duo stared down at Quatre with his trademark smirk and waggled his dick in front of the blond’s face. “Got somethin’ with your name on it, Kitty-Quat. You ready for it?” Quatre’s eyes cracked open and he gazed blearily up at the braided man, dipping his chin in a nod. He turned his head willingly at Duo’s gentle press against his cheek and opened wide for the cock that bobbed only an inch above his mouth. He clumsily sucked it in, moaning around it as Trowa brought him steadily closer to climax. Wufei stared, mesmerized, at Duo’s cock, wet and slick, and at Quatre’s lips stretched around it, so close to his own face and didn’t know whether to be jealous of Duo’s dick, or Quatre’s mouth. He reluctantly turned away when the bed dipped and watched Heero kneel next to Trowa and coat his fingers with lube. He nudged Trowa’s arm and the other man lifted up to allow him to slip his hand down between Quatre’s splayed thighs. Wufei looked back up at the blond’s face, wanting to see his reaction at the very moment of penetration. Quatre blurted out a muffled yelp that turned into a long moan. His lashes fluttered against his cheeks as his body accepted the invasion. Wufei reached down and hooked his arm around Quatre’s left leg, pulling it up and out of the way. A moment later, Duo followed suit, leaning over and grasping Quatre’s right leg behind the knee, lifting it up into the air. Wufei lowered his head and pressed his lips against Quatre’s impish ear. “Let go, baby. We’ve got you.” And he did. They were all treated to the breathtaking sight of his body arching up, his slender hips undulating in throes of pleasure. Wufei could feel the trembling in the creamy thigh as he held it tight and after a few breathless moments, Quatre shouted and then choked around Duo’s cock. He seized up as his orgasm swept him away and Wufei watched Trowa suck him in deeply, drinking him down until he was shaking and whimpering from the influx of stimulation. Duo pulled out for a few minutes to give him a chance to catch his breath, staring down at him as if he was the most fascinating creature he’d ever seen. Quatre was always beautiful, but never more so than like this, flushed and satiated, his satiny skin glowing with a fine sheet of sweat, his hair mussed and lips swollen. Duo caressed a soft cheek and brushed damp bangs off the heated forehead, squeezing his cock with his other hand in a frantic attempt to quell the animalistic urge to roughly shove himself back into that delectable mouth and make the blond choke on it. He settled for rubbing the tip over the glistening lips and hissed through his teeth as a pink tongue poked out and laved over the mushroom shaped head. At the foot of the bed, Heero and Trowa had come to an agreement which essentially meant that Trowa had asserted his right to claim Quatre first. Heero respectfully conceded and handed the other man a condom and the tube of lubrication, watching with his hands on his hips while Trowa rolled the condom on and slicked up his cock. Wufei lifted Quatre’s upper body and squeezed in behind him, leaning against the wooden headboard, then settled the blond against his chest and closed his arms around him. Quatre was still loopy, dazed from his orgasm and his head lolled over Wufei’s chest as the Heavyarms pilot, now naked, lowered his body on top of him. Trowa glanced up at Wufei, shocking the other man with the aggressive light, the possessiveness in his green eyes. The brunette broke the stare first and dipped his head down, closing his mouth over Quatre’s. He lifted up again after kissing their lover senseless and wrapped powerful arms around Quatre’s slender thighs. He wrenched them out of Duo’s and Wufei’s grasp and lowered them to the bed on either side of his hips. They all watched with baited breath as he braced himself with one hand and guided his cock to the tiny opening nestled between the blond’s buttocks. Quatre jolted and tensed as he was penetrated and Wufei soothed him through it until Trowa was all the way inside, stopping only when he could go no further. He didn’t bother to wait for Quatre to adjust, far too worked up and ready to fuck. He retracted his hips, then pressed back in, each thrust building up to a hard and fast rhythm that jarred the body in Wufei’s arms and repeatedly pushed Quatre’s sweat-slicked back against his chest. Quatre was already gone to the pleasure, tossing his head back and forth, unleashing a litany of whimpers and soft cries that increased in volume and frequency as his prostate was repeatedly battered by the tip of Trowa’s cock. Duo stepped forward again and pushed his erection between the parted lips, working up to a pace that nearly matched Trowa’s. Wufei’s own cock throbbed with arousal and he rolled his hips, rubbing it against Quatre’s lower back and smothering his groans against his moist temple. He slowed down after a few minutes of harsh friction when his body alerted him to the threat of climax, wanting to hold it until he was buried inside the man in his arms. Trowa was also lost to the pleasure, thrusting roughly into the blond beneath him and growling through clenched teeth. His orgasm surged up and peaked, seizing his body with delicious agony. His hips stilled, pressing hard against Quatre’s ass, his back bowing sharply as he groaned and released within the confines of tight, velvety heat. It took some cajoling, followed by a few sharp shoves to finally get Trowa’s dead weight off the blond. He moved, reluctantly, pulling his cock out and rolling off to the side, panting and sweaty. Wufei tried not to be jealous as he watched Heero move into place between Quatre’s splayed thighs and seek the opening he was craving himself. Heero’s pace was a little more sedate, calmer in contrast to Trowa’s roughness. Wufei considered the fact that Trowa was harboring six years worth of attraction, desire, and a profound love for Quatre that had built up into an extreme amount of tension which inevitably spilled forth at the first opportunity to have him. He glanced over his shoulder to where the former Heavyarms pilot was recovering, noticing that Trowa’s eyes were trained on Heero, watching him intently for what Wufei assumed was any sign that their friend would step out of line. And perhaps that was why Heero was being so careful. Wufei knew he was keenly aware of the hawk-eyed gaze on him, aware that he was fucking the blond only because Trowa was allowing it. Duo had also eased off a little, nervous about choking Quatre when the blatantly possessive man was so close. It was a pertinent reminder for Wufei himself to take it easy when he had his turn. Quatre, for his part, seemed completely unaware of the shift in dynamics and the watchful eye of his territorial best friend. His hands fluttered up, clutching Heero’s sides tightly, his fingertips digging into the supple skin as he pulled the man closer and wrapped his legs around him. “Faster...faster, please.” Heero picked up the pace, but remained gentle, opting to roll and rotate his hips for added stimulation instead of forceful thrusts which seemed to appease their lover. Quatre nodded his head in satisfaction, slurring out emphatic praises between moans. Duo was close now, his vocalizations rising in pitch. He threw his head back, trying his best to fight the instinct to shove in roughly. Quatre caught on to his rising orgasm and sucked harder, humming around the length. Duo cursed and tried to pull out, but Quatre grabbed his ass and pulled him in closer until his nose was nestled in brown pubic hair. Duo shouted and came with a visible shudder and Quatre eagerly swallowed it, his big blue eyes peering up at his friend’s face, enjoying the beautiful sight of the braided man coming undone. Duo huffed, his body jerking with overstimulation and pulled out with a giddy laugh. “Oh, fuck, Quat. Goddamn.” He pressed a kiss to Quatre’s forehead and walked on wobbly legs around the bed, collapsing down next to Trowa, his bare chest gleaming as it heaved in the low evening light. “I think he sucked my soul out of me,” he said to no one in particular and closed his eyes in contentment. Heero leaned down and covered Quatre’s mouth with his own, no doubt tasting Duo on the blond’s tongue, and groaned into his mouth as his hips picked up speed the closer he came to the cusp of climax. Quatre, recovered from his first orgasm, his cock once again hard and weeping, nodded his encouragement and wrapped skinny arms around Heero’s muscular shoulders. He kissed the Wing pilot’s neck and chest, tweaking peaked nipples with his thumbs. Several thrusts later, Heero bit down on his lips and came with a muffled whimper. His hips continued to move, prolonging the exquisite pleasure for as long as possible until he dropped down on top of Quatre, breathing hard into his neck. Wufei gave him a few minutes to come down from his high, then nudged him with a knee. “Move it, Yuy.” Quatre tilted his head up to look Wufei in the eye. “You going to fuck me now?” He cupped a soft cheek and stroked his thumb over it. “Do you want me to?” Quatre nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. I don’t know what’s going on, or why you all decided to do this, but...I think it’s helped me get closer to you.” Duo turned onto his side and propped his head on his hand. “Well, I should hope so considering this is about as close as anyone can get.” “Yeah, but,” Quatre shook his head and rested his hand over his heart. “It’s not just physical closeness. I can feel you all...in here.” He tapped his chest. Heero wedged himself in between Trowa and Wufei, the latter suddenly grateful that Quatre owned such a large bed. “You couldn’t before?” “I could, but not like I can now. It’s...different. Stronger. Deeper.” He looked back up at Wufei. “I want to feel you like that, too.” God, but Wufei wanted that so much. He dipped his head down and kissed the blond, pushing his tongue past yielding lips and plundering the hot depths of his mouth. More horny that he could ever remember being, he scooted down until he was laying flat on his back with Quatre still sprawled on top of him. He could barely reach his dick in this position so he shot his friends a helpless, imploring look. “Little help?” Duo snorted and climbed off the bed to grab the condoms and lube. Wufei raised his knees and hooked Quatre’s legs over his own, jumping a little when Duo placed the condom on the tip of his cock and unrolled it over his length. “Don’t say I never did you any favors, man,” he said as he coated Wufei’s erection with the lube. “Okay, you’re all set.” He moved back and crawled over Heero’s and Trowa’s legs, plopping down to watch. Wufei glanced up and caught the gazes of his fellow pilots, suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious. “Jeez, no pressure, or anything.” “Hey, we all had an audience, Chang. Suck it up.” Quatre, who apparently gave zero shits about whether he was being watched, or not, rubbed his backside over Wufei’s groin, causing the man beneath him to hiss at the delicious friction. “Fei, please...Fuck me.” He cursed, stretching his arm beneath Quatre’s hip and grasping his cock which pulsed and throbbed, demanding to be buried inside the blond’s tight heat. He rubbed the tip over the opening and then pushed his way in, groaning at the willful acceptance and hot suction of Quatre’s body which opened up and gripped him with delightfully rippling muscles. He grabbed Quatre’s thighs in his hands and thrust up, then pulled out a little before pressing back inside. Quatre mewled on top of him, the vibrations of his moans reverberating through Wufei’s chest. He held on tight and worked himself up to a vigorous rhythm, savoring the slap of sweat-slicked skin. Quatre lost himself in the rapture of being fucked, his hand closing over his cock, tugging as every push of Wufei’s hips brought him closer to the edge of another mind-blowing orgasm. It only took a few more minutes before he was spilling over his hand with a loud cry. Wufei clamped a powerful arm over his waist and pressed in hard, groaning into his neck as he shook with release just moments later. Quatre’s mouth was stretched in what he presumed was a dopey smile as he was tipped onto his side and placed between Heero and Trowa who both wrapped their arms around him. Content, he snuggled into their embrace, feeling pleasantly drowsy. Warm, safe, and loved. Trowa swept damp hair away from his face and pressed kisses over his flushed skin. “How are you feeling, love?” He stretched with a happy sigh and curled himself around the larger man. “Mmm...incredible. I didn’t think it was possible to feel you any deeper inside me, but what we did...somehow...” He let the sentence fade, not knowing how to explain it. Somehow, sex opened their connection, enhancing it on a much more profound level that he didn’t quite understand yet. And the realization that his empathy could seemingly do such a thing after having sex didn’t quite sit right with the rest of them. Not because of the connection they now had with him, but the possibility of him connecting like that with anyone else seemed horrendously wrong. The fact that it could happen with someone who wasn’t them seemed sacrilegious. An abomination. What they had didn’t belong to anyone else, shouldn’t belong to anyone else. And thanks to his newfound deeper connection, Quatre picked up on it immediately, his skin prickling from the jealousy, the possessiveness that swept over him like a physical force. He looked up, a little surprised to find four pairs of eyes on him, gleaming with a fire that frightened yet aroused him at the same time. His mouth dropped open, at a loss for words when Trowa gripped his chin in firm fingers and stared intently into his eyes. “No one else is allowed to have you, you understand?” Quatre’s brows drew low and he studiously ignored the heady rush such a display of dominance provoked, instead focusing on the obvious lack of consideration for his autonomy. “I think that’s my decision to make. Not yours. The only reason you all fucked me is because I let you. It would not have happened any other way.” His hackles rose as the heated looks never wavered. He pushed Trowa’s hand away from his face and glared at them. “Hey. You don’t get to do that to me. I am my own man, not a possession. It’s my decision.” Duo leaned over Trowa and peered down into Quatre’s face. “Yeah? And what happens if you give yourself to someone else and that someone else mysteriously disappears?” Quatre’s eyes widened. “Are you listening to yourself? You’re talking about killing someone I choose of my own volition to have sex with! This is manipulation. It’s emotional blackmail!” “Then don’t have sex with anyone else,” Heero said. Quatre pounded the mattress, fury lit across his body. “Damn you! All of you! How dare you think you have the right to tell me what to do, or who I choose to be with -” “And who do you choose to be with?” Trowa asked. “I chose to be with you guys because I love you. There’s no one else, but who knows if that will change in the future -” “It won’t, baby. You belong to us now.” He slapped a hand over his face and dropped his head to the pillow with a groan. “Goddamnit, I’m too damned tired for this knuckle-dragging display of machismo.” Trowa caressed his face. “Then sleep. We’ll discuss this when you wake up.” “There’s nothing to discuss!” “Sleep, Quat.” And why did his exhaustion suddenly increase with that soft command? His eyes drifted closed even as a disturbing thought crossed his mind. If sex with them enhanced his abilities, then could it also be possible that through this new connection, this stronger bond, that the other four were not only given deeper insight into him, but could also influence him? Force him to do and feel things that didn’t come from himself? His own ability to influence others was minimal at best. He couldn’t get people to do his bidding, or even change their thought process. The most he could do was push an emotion on them, able to cheer someone up who was feeling down. It wasn’t something he actively did, preferring not to invade privacy. There was a certain moral wrongness of influencing someone’s emotions, even if it was only to take away a person’s pain for a little while. It wasn’t his place to do so. On the rare occasions it did happen, it was accidental, typically occurring when he was overtaxed and stressed out and he felt terrible once he realized what he’d done. If the connection between him and his friends was even stronger, then wasn’t it possible that the one-way bond was now a two-way avenue? Logically, it made perfect sense that such a connection could branch out and give the other four men abilities as well. And that was unnerving because he didn’t know if they were capable of understanding the depth of responsibility that came with it. It had taken Quatre nearly eighteen years to develop the ability to keep it under control and it was something he was born with. It was impossible, if what he suspected was true, for the other pilots to possess the same amount of control, or be able to understand the consequences of letting it go unchecked. He distantly registered a brush against his ear and another whisper. “Sleep...” His mind drifted even more, his thoughts becoming disjointed and fragmented, though one last lucid piece of awareness surfaced in his mind before it was lost in the abyss of unconsciousness. What have I done?
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